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woso-dreamzzz · 2 days
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The Talk
Hardersson x Teen!Reader
Fridolina Rolfö x Hardersson!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: The sex talk
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"This is it," Moster Frido says," This is our legacy to the world."
"This is IKEA."
Frido rolls her eyes. "This is single-handedly the greatest thing Sweden has ever produced. Take it in. This is where you come from."
"Denmark has Lego," You say," I think I prefer Lego."
"Didn't you nearly die eating Lego?"
Your face goes a little red. "Jessie saved me...It wasn't that bad!"
Moster Frido shrugs. "Just, take it all in. Isn't an IKEA trip better than being cooped up with your mums?"
You frown at the mention of your mothers, aimlessly looking around the winding hallways of this IKEA.
"What did they tell you?"
"Huh?"
"My mums. You turned up randomly this morning like we'd been planning this trip for ages. You sweep me away without even giving me a chance to say no. What did they tell you?"
"Can't I spend time with my favourite niece?"
"At IKEA?"
Frido's façade drops. "Okay," She says," Magda may have said something."
"Is that something about sex?"
Frido looks alarmed at how easily you say it, the tips of her ears turning pink as she looks around the empty IKEA for someone that might have heard you.
She clears her throat. "You're at that age now where hormones-"
"Are you trying to give me the talk?" You ask, a smile peaking out from your lips," In IKEA?"
"Is it obvious that I'm out of my depth here?"
You laugh, grabbing something off the shelf and putting it in the cart. If Frido was taking you on an IKEA trip then you would definitely take advantage of her bank card.
"I don't know why everyone is so nervous. I just asked a question."
"What question was it? Because Magda wouldn't tell me over the phone last night."
"I just asked how you know that you want to have sex with someone. Like, how do you know that you think for someone sexually?"
"Is this about the Spanish girl? Natasha or something?"
"Natalia," You say," And...yes...Kind of? I don't know. We kissed, last time I saw her and...I don't know. I think I've got a crush on her but...Are all crushes sexual? I don't know. I just asked."
Frido freezes. "You kissed her?!"
Your cheeks grow warmer and warmer and you busy yourself with checking the price of something. "She kissed me! As friends! We were practising!"
"Practising?" Frido says in disbelief," You were practising?! Jesus, what kind of teen movie is this? So, what, she kissed you and now you think you want to have sex with her?"
"Maybe? I mean, she's my friend and I know this completely breaking friendship boundaries but..." You look down at your feet. "Yeah, I don't think having sex with her would be bad." Your cheeks grow even redder until steam is practically coming out of your ears. "She was a good kisser."
"I need to sit down," Frido says," I think I need a minute."
You puff out your cheeks in outrage. "You asked!"
"I thought this was just a sex talk!" Frido says back," I didn't realise I was meant to take you through the feelings part of it!"
You roll your eyes. "We can just forget about this and get lost in IKEA. I can work it out myself."
"No! No! Wait...I mean...Give me a minute to wrap my head around this."
In the end, your moster Frido did not end up wrapping her head around it at all. She gave a very stilted explanation of how to know you were ready to have sex though she couldn't make eye contact throughout it all and ended up just sweeping random items into the cart to buy as a 'gift' just to get out of the explanation.
She kept muttering under her breath as she took you home and then promptly made herself scarce, still muttering under her breath as she waved you goodbye.
Momma laughs as she guides you inside. "Your Morsa is very excited," She whispers," Just smile and nod. It'll get it over and done with more quickly."
"What do you mean? What-"
You freeze.
Morsa is standing in the middle of the lounge. Her laptop has been connected to the tv and she smiles when she looks at you.
The screen is horrifying.
'Sex: What to know, beginner and expert levels'.
"Did you get this off the internet or...?"
Morsa shakes her head. "I made it myself! Sit down! Sit down! I spent all day on this. I've got everything you need to know."
"Morsa-"
"It's lovely, Magda," Momma assures her," I'm sure it's going to be very informative."
It was the worst two hours of your life.
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satorusugurugurl · 1 day
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JJK Men: FWB? No, I wanna be your boyfriend!
Summary: Your Friends with Beneifit's partner realizes they want to be more!
Characters: Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, FAB!Reader
Word Count: 3,957
Warnings: FWB, smut, oral sex, fluffy feelings, public sex
A/N: Ah, FWB, but more. Delicious smut; the brainworms were good to me! 🤣❤️
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Nanami Kento:
Nanami pouted, his eyes focused on your back as some guy flirted with you. He hated seeing other people looking at his best friend like you were just a snack. It made him sick to his stomach. No one would treat you better than him. But you two agreed: friends with benefits, nothing more than that. All because Nanami thought it would help with not ruining your friendship.
And it did. Things were never awkward. You both had sex, got off, and it was perfect! No more creepy Tinder dates for you; Nanami wasn't stressed out as much. Plus, he got to remain friends with you. The arrangement was without flaw. Expect moments like this.
When he saw other people watching you, how you flirted back with the smile that had him raging, he wanted the source of your smile. Usually, when this sort of thing happened, he turned away, but something about this guy had him on edge. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, something to take home and fuck. You didn't deserve that. You deserve the best.
“Ooh, they fuckin.” Nanami flushed deep red as he turned to glare at Gojo, who was whispering to Geto.
“Satoru, please, it's rude to assume that,” Geto whispered back, eyeing Nanami. It was when the dark-haired man saw the flush on Nanami’s face and neck that he gaped. “Oh my god, they are fuckin’.”
“Shut up, we're just friends with benefits.”
“Oooh, Suguru, do you want to tell him?”
“Mmm nah, you go ahead, Satoru.”
Gojo leaned forward, smirking at Nanami. “Friends with Benefits don't glare daggers at strangers their FWB is talking to. Not unless they want more~.” With flushed cheeks, Nanako got up, downing the last of his drink. “Ooh, what are you going to do?!”
“Fuck you.”
“Eeeh, sorry buddy, that's Suguru’s job!”
“Satoru.” Geto purred with a smirk.
Nanami could care less about who was fucking who in their relationship. The only person he was concerned with fuckin was you. But not in the way he usually would, no, not anymore.
He stormed towards you, grabbing your wrist gently. The sudden contact had you jumping as Nanami pulled you up. He didn't say a word as he dragged you away from the asshole hitting on you. You were too stunned to speak as Nanami pulled you into the bathroom, taking you to the back stall.
Standing in the corner, you gawked as he locked the stall door. “Okay, what the actual fuck Nanami?” You were slightly annoyed, tapping your shoe against the dirty tile floor. “I was enjoying my conversation with that guy!”
“The guy that looked at you like you were a piece of ass?”
His straightforward response caught you off guard. “Huh?”
“That guy would take you home, fuck you, and never call you back because that’s the type of guy he looks like!”
“Oh? And since when do you concern yourself with my dating life? We're friends, Nanami! You're not my boyfriend!”
“Oh, I'm much more than just a friend!” Nanami crowded you, slamming both hands on the wall on either side of your head. “I’m your best friend! I'm your colleague! I’m your lover!”
His anger left the two of you stunned; your heart was racing as he inched closer to you. “You set up our arrangement. You said this was for the best; we wouldn't ruin our friendship if we kept it casual. You said that!” Nanami watched your cheeks burn, your eyes avoiding his at all costs.
“You're right. This was my arrangement. And I don't think I can do it anymore.”
That caught your attention, Y/E/C eyes finding his honey-brown ones in a flash. “What?! No, why?!” Nanami’s large hand cupped your face.
“Because I find myself wanting more. I want you, Y/N, I want all of you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The confession, the anger, all of that collided together in a heated kiss. You both made quick work; you unbuckled his belt, and he slid your dress up past your hips, moving your panties to the side. When you were in a moment like this, you moved in sync. There were no fumbling or awkward movements. Just perfect flowing movements, much like dancers or ice skaters who had been perfecting their art for decades. That was the perfect way to describe how you and Nanami moved together.
Your back was against the cold stall, legs wrapped around Nanami’s hips as he fucked you. His cock slid in and out of you like it had done hundreds of times before, finding a rhythm he knew the two of you enjoyed. That was one of the many joys of fucking your best friend. Everything was easy and comfortable.
“Nanami, fuck your cock is so big.”
”Yeah? Your pussy is tight; it’s like they were made for each other.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, moaning in surprise as his hips snapped forward. “It’s like a puzzle.” Your words were meant to be a joke, based on what he said. But they meant the world to Nanami.
”Yes, you’re right.” His lips found yours, nipping at your lips. “That’s exactly what you are to me, Y/N.” His hips moved harder, the stall creaking under the force as you yelped out in pained pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust.
”W-What am I to you?” Nanami mewled as your fingers ran through his hair before rubbing against his undercut. “Tell me.” Your voice was caught in a moan as one of his hands reached down, rubbing your clit. “N-Nana, fuck, fuck yes.”
”You’re my other half, my missing piece.” He growled against your skin, his hot tongue licking at your pulse. “You’re my favorite person.” He chuckled, teeth grazing your skin. “And I want to be with you.”
You were hearing the words you had been wanting to hear for years sent you into orgasmic bliss. You screamed, pussy clamping down on Nanami, milking him as he grunted against your skin. His hips slammed against you, his hot cum filling you to the brim until his cock had gone soft. He kept you pinned against the stall, breathing heavily against your flushed skin before he felt your hands lazily play with his hair again.
When he pulled back to meet your gaze, he swore his heart skipped a beat. You were smiling so softly, with an expression he’d never seen. A mixture of satisfaction and happiness. It had butterflies, butterflies of all things swarming around the pit of his stomach. He can’t stop leaning in, kissing you the softest he’s ever kissed.
”So,” you whispered against his lips, “does this mean you’ll finally stay the night with me?”
Nanami shakes his head with a chuckle as the two of you readjust your clothes and straighten your hair. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll stay the night, and then I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow.” He gently takes your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “How does that sound, Y/N?” You didn’t even need to respond for Nanami to know your answer. The wide grin and sparkle in the blue lights of the bathroom said it all.
”Sounds like a dream come true!”
Geto Suguru:
You looked at the clock with a groan, digging through your closet. You were going to be late for your date Shoko had set up. Your stupid cardigan had gone missing again. It was the only one you had, seeing as the other was on your desk chair at work. You couldn’t just go out in the early spring evening without a sweater! It was too hot for long sleeves and hoodies.
Lucky for you, Geto Suguru, your roommate's best friend, and your FWB had a sweater. One he was not currently using. You hurried out of your room, searching for the dark-haired man. He was in the living room, looking through the books, when he heard your heels clicking over the floor.
”Hey, do you still have that book I let you borr-“ Suguru choked on his words when he turned to look down at you. You were in a tight black lace bra, a push-up one that made your breasts look plumper than usual. The matching thong barely covered your pussy, leaving little to the imagination. “What the hell are you doing?!” Suguru barked out, head whirling for any peering eyes that might not be his own.
”Relax, Satoru has seen me naked before.” Seeing Suguru’s eyebrows ccock up, you shook your head. “Chill out. I forgot to lock the bathroom door. I haven't slept with him.” Your eyes did a glance over the living room, pouting when you couldn’t find your sweater still. “Could I borrow your sweater? I can’t find mine, and I would rather not freeze tonight.”
Relieved to know Satoru had only seen you naked by accident, Suguru shrugged out of his black sweater, promptly handing it to you. “Where are you going? Book club, drinks with the girls?” You answered with a shake of your head, heading back to the bedroom.
”Nope, I got a date.”
Before you could take another step, Suguru held your wrist. You turned your head, looking at him from over your shoulder. His dark eyes were wide, gaze locked on yours. It was shocking to see him so stunned. He was usually calm and collected.
You turned around, looking him over, trying to pinpoint the source of his shock. While your Y/E/C eyes searched over him, his hands ran up your arms, gently holding you. This was a side of him you never saw, so gentle and unsure.
“Date? What do you mean you have a date?”
“Oh, yeah, Shoko set it up for me.” Suguru clenched his teeth, his eyes now roamed over your body. He was taking in the curves and dips of your skin. Every part he had caressed and kissed. “She said it was time for me to get back on the playing field.”
Shaking his head, Suguru gently ran his hands up to your shoulders. “Why? You have me. Don't I satisfy your needs?” You laughed, cocking an eyebrow up at him. “Why are you looking at me like that, Y/N? I'm being serious!” His frustration only made you giggle more as you shook your head in disbelief.
“Suguru, you told me that you didn't want a relationship. That what we had was just sex. Someone we could turn to when we were horny, no strings attached.”
“I know I said that.”
“Then why are you being so weird about me going out on a date?”
Yeah, why was the thought of you going out with someone else making his stomach do cartwheels? You both agreed to hook up whenever you wanted. But just because you fucked, didn't mean you were his girlfriend. He had specified that part himself.
The no-strings-attached policy was just something he had said in the spur of the moment. He had so many thoughts running through his mind as the two of you made out. Would Satoru be mad at him for sleeping with his roommate? Would it make things awkward for the two of you when he came over? In the heat of the moment, three months ago, that was the most reasonable thing he thought to say.
”Because I want to be the only person you date.” His words were confident and to the point. Not leaving any thoughts of doubt behind.
You were still left staring at him in utter confusion. “But you said no strings attached!?” Your brain was beginning to hurt with the back-and-forth banter.
“Ugh!” He released you, throwing his head back. “I know I said that and trust me, I wish I could take back that singular sentence. I was thinking about all the ifs and ands when I should have been focusing on the cold, hard truth.” He began pacing, his eyes glued to the floor as he continued to rant. “The truth is, I like you. I’ve liked you for the last year, but I didn’t want to make you feel weird or have Satoru pissed off that I slept with you.”
“Suguru.”
“But sleeping with you made me like you even more! I just fuck; I regret saying that because I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. I want to be the one taking you out on dates! I want to be the only guy in your bed and vice versa. After we hooked up, I deleted all the dating apps, and I just.” He huffed out a sigh, turning to look at you. “I want you.”
Fuck, he shouldn’t have ranted like that. But what else could he have done? He had to get it off his chest before you went on your date. At least let you know how he felt before you went out with someone else. The ball was in your court now. That might be the most terrifying part of this whole mess he found himself in.
His dark eyes were glued to the floor as he listened to your heels clicking as you stood before him. Bracing himself for rejection or anything else, Suguru looked up, meeting your flushed face and a wide smile. Seeing you like that had him stepping forward, closing the distance between you.
”You deleted all of your dating apps after the first time we hooked up?” He nodded his head. “In the last three months, you haven’t been with anyone but me?’ Another nod. “You want to be with me?”
”Yes! I want that more than anything.”
You threw your arms around him, kissing him deeply as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling tight against him. Your kiss held as much truth as his words had. It was feverish, deep, and full of passion. You were conveying the truth of your feelings for him without using words.
By the time you managed to pull yourself away, both of you were panting heavily. “Let me cancel this date, then maybe we could go out.” You breathed out between gasps. “I’m happy to have a boyfriend now, but I was sort of looking forward to getting eaten out tonight.” As your message went through, Suguru had you in his arms, tossing your phone on the couch.
Suguru had your back pinned against the wall, legs over his shoulders, as his hands held your ass. You gripped the wall as best as you could, heart racing from being so high off the ground as Suguru licked and sucked at your clit through your lace panties. He lapped and sucked at you like a man dying of thirst. His feral actions had you grabbing his smooth, dark hair, pulling it as you rocked against his face.
Suguru hummed, glancing at you before prodding your dripping entrance with his tongue. As he did, his heart almost stopped. His tongue had slid through a tiny opening in the center, meeting your dripping cunt. Eyes shot to your face, seeing the smirk tugging at your kiss-swollen lips.
“Never heard of crotchless panties, Sugu?”
There was no snarky remark or comeback. Just his tongue burying itself deep inside of you. You cried out, eyes shutting tight as he brushed his nose over your clit, shaking his head back and forth. You felt dizzy as his tongue swirled inside of you, lapping and rubbing against your inner walls.
Suguru was so skilled at using his mouth. His tongue mapped out every part of your pussy and entrance. The man loved to eat you out and make you feel so good. If his girlfriend wanted to get her pussy eaten, by god, she would. He'd make sure you’d never be left unsatisfied. If it took hours to make you cum on his tongue, then he'd take those hours, not stopping until you came, coating his face with your essence.
He was so worked up, just thinking about eating you out, making you feel good, that he groaned as you tugged hard on his hair. Little moans of ‘Suguru’ and ‘im cumming’ was all he could register before you were squirting all over his face. He shut his eyes as your juices coated his lips, tongue, and chin. His tongue kept moving until you were begging him to stop.
“Was that to your liking?” He asked gently, lowering you to the ground. “Satisfied? Or do you n-nngh!” His words were caught in his throat, eyes darting down to where you had his cock in a vice grip.
“Shut the fuck up and come fuck your girlfriend into the mattress.” Suguru didn't need you to tell him twice, especially when you called yourself his girlfriend.
Toji Fushiguro:
“This is me.” You nervously laughed as your creepy Tinder date eyed the building you didn't live in. “Thanks for the date, it was fun.” Yeah, it was a lot of fun getting felt up and paying for the dinner he told you he would buy, but he just so happened to forget his wallet.
“You don't want to invite me up?” the creepy guy asked as you hit the buzzer three times. “I thought you might want some dessert. I have a great cream filling for you to try.”
“No, I'm good.”
“Don't be a bitch; come on, let me in.”
“I said I’m good!”
“Stupid fuc—”
The door to the apartment complex swung open, and a firm hand grabbed you, pulling you inside. “She said no, go fuck yourself.” without another word, the door slammed shut. “Fuck, you sure know how to pick them.” you pressed your face into your FWB’s chest, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
“Holy fuck, that was super scary thanks Toji.” Your hands gripped his shirt, holding yourself upright as he sighed.
“Why do you put yourself through this?” Toji asked, leading you to the elevator. “Honestly, you should know better than to go out with creeps like that one.”
You rolled your eyes, stepping onto the elevator with him. “I just want to find my person.” Those words had Toji glaring down at you. “Not all of us can be satisfied with random hookups with friends.” The elevator opened on the third floor, and you stepped out.
“Random hookups?” His tone was dry. “You think that's what this is between us?”
“You're really to look at me and tell me they aren't?” He grabbed your attention arm, glaring down at you. “This is just to blow off steam, right?”
You and Toji had slept together on multiple occasions. After a long week of work, a bad day when you were feeling down. He was always the one you went to when you needed to vent, have a good laugh, or have sex. Toji was your friend, and you loved him, but he didn't love you the same way. He was a single dad, taking care of his son Megumi. He didn't have time to date and all that other stuff. Once in a while, a good fuck with you was enough to fulfill his needs.
So when your best friend dragged you into his apartment and slammed the door behind him, you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. His eyes were dark and narrow with frustration and anger. A look you rarely saw directed towards you. You felt so small under his gaze it had you stepping back., the back of your knees hitting the couch.
“Do you honestly think I would hook up with you to blow off steam? You’re the same woman I have over for dinner, the woman I sleep with, the only other person I trust with Megumi!” His anger was palpable as you crawled onto the couch, your eyes never leaving his as he followed you. “I didn't put a label on this,” his hand motioned between you, “you did!”
“So what are you saying?!”
“I'm saying you're the only one going on stupid dates! I'm not! If you want more, say it! You're a grown-ass adult. You can do what you want, Y/N! And so can I!” He crawled on top of you. “So, for once in your life, can you please be honest?!”
You felt your nose and eyes burning with tears. Was he saying what you thought he was? That he wanted to be more, but you were holding back? Had you been the one keeping the FWB label on your relationship?
The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the more your face softens. Toji was always the one you ran to after a stupid Tinder date. He was the only person you slept with, the only man you wanted to be with, and Megumi, god, you lived that kid like he was your son. You couldn't find your person through random people because you already found him.
Your person was Toji.
Your hands gently reached up, cupping his face. “You want me?” Your voice was shaky and hesitant, scared to hear his answer.
“Of fuckin’ course I want you, Y/N.” he turned towards your hand, kissing your palm. “You idiot, it took you that long to see it?”
“You could have said something.” Your teasing tone was cut off by his hands working on your leggings. “Toji, wait, what are you doing? Megumi’s in the other room.”
Toji didn't respond to you; he just tugged his sweats down, tucking the band of them under his balls. “I’m not good with words. So I’ll show you how much I want you.” He rubbed his cock up and down over your folds before slowly pressing into you.
Soft moans and whines escaped you both as Toji slowly began to fuck you inside the couch. His hand grabbed at your hips, breasts, and thighs. Touching you everywhere he could as his cock pressed in and out of you, fucking you deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips. Toji pressed hot kisses against your lips. Each kiss, touch, and thrust told you everything you needed to know.
“I love you.” You cried out without thinking as he pressed into your g-spot. The sudden outburst had Toji freezing above you, hips pausing mid-thrust. Sweat slowly dripped down his temple as his mind replayed your words.
“What was that?”
“I said I love you.”
Toji’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt something unlock inside him. Whether it was his heart or sick throbbed inside of you, he couldn't tell. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes drifting down your body. “Fuck.” Toji pulled all the way out before slamming hard into you. “Fuck!!” He growled, slamming into you harder and deeper with each thrust. “Love you too, fuck, I love you.”
Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to your orgasm. Toji reached over you, grabbing the arm of the couch for support as he drilled into you. Holy fuck, this was intense, so fucking intense. Your moans grew louder before he clamped his other hand over your mouth.
“As much as I love you screaming my name, I would rather not have my kid catching us. So be a good girl and cum.” His raspy command and slamming into your g-spot was all you needed. You screamed into his hand, trembling under him as he gritted his teeth. “Cummin’ take it all, Y/N~!”
As the waves of pleasure died, Toji removed his hand, smiling at you. You returned his grin, kissing him softly. “Fuck, that was so good.” Toji chuckled, shifting so you both were lying on the couch.
“Y/N, everything is good when it comes to you.”
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I WANT A HEART TATTOO!
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I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!
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synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.
➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader
➚ word count// 2k
contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?
notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...
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Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him. 
“You’re quiet.” 
You hum as you take a sip of your own beer. 
He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?” 
“I like watching you clean.” 
Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress). 
“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?” 
You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.” 
He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.” 
“And leave you to fend for yourself?”
“I’m a grown man.” 
“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.” 
Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.
maybe a little too much.
Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape. 
“Hey Y/N?” 
“Something wrong?” 
He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?” 
“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“ 
“I wasn’t gonna say that.” 
“Oh. then what were you gonna say?” 
“Can I give you a tattoo?” 
You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…
Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!” 
“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much. 
“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.” 
You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?” 
You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.” 
“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.
Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.
“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“Getting tattooed scares me too.”
“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”
Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”
“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.
“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”
“Exactly!”
“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”
“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”
Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”
You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.
“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.
“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”
“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”
“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”
“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”
You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.
“…fine”
“fine?”
“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.
You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”
Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.
You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.
He just did that to comfort you.
That’s all.
He was just trying to be reassuring.
That's it.
At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.
The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.
Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”
You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.
Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”
You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”
“Then sit.”
And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.
“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”
“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.
He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”
“Do it like this or not at all.”
“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”
You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”
“Why like this anyway?”
“Because it’s comfortable..?”
Not really.
Like at all.
Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.
“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”
“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”
Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”
You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.
“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”
You nod sheepishly.
Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”
You nod again.
but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”
“For real this time.”
Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.
It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.
The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.
But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.
Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”
You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”
“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.
“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.
“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”
You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.
Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”
All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“
Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”
You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.
“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”
You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”
“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”
“Mind your business-“
Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.
and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.
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switch! doppel francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses
summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis
wc: 1.4k
content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis
author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyone’s preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!
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“hhGHK-”
“can’t hear you that well down there, francie. speak up f’me?” you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldn’t fit with two hands.
another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcate’s pitiful state. “is that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“c’mon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckin’ on that…” his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. “i’m different from this loser…” he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.
“m-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!” francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but that’s what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.
you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. “don’t forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,” you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.
“yeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,” you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francis’ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.
his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.
you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. “actually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down there…” you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.
you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. “haagnh…” he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. “c-cum on my tongue, please…” he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.
“such a needy boy. always wanting more than what you’re given, huh?” you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.
“that’s why i have him. to help me discipline you,” you pulled at doppel’s bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. “c’mere francie. up on my lap,” you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.
he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.
“doppel, c’mere sit on francie’s thigh,” you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francis’ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francis’ spread thighs.
“w-what’re we doing?” francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.
your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. “just punishing you,” you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francis’ pants, palming him through his underwear.
your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francis’ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.
“o-oooH! hnnghh…w-why through my s-shirt?” he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.
you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. “gHK! y-you’re too, mnGHHK, rough!” he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.
it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.
doppel wasn’t neglecting francis’ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francis’ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copy’s sensitivity.
“feel good, francie? squirmin’ so much, hm?” you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an “o”, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. you’d tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.
“g-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhh…” he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.
doppel wasn’t taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. “human dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?” he teased, making eye contact with francis. “oh look, more pre-cum spilled out!”
francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopel’s spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.
“looks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?” you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.
“same thing on my end,” doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francis’ slit.
francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppel’s inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.
“ooonghhh, ‘m c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!” he bursted into doppel’s palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.
doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. “human stamina is so pathetic. surely you’re not done now?” doppel leaned down, lapping francis’ cum with his monstrous cum.
“UGHK? i-i jus’, hic, came…hnnn…” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppel’s mouth for additional friction.
“show me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,” you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.
his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. “that’s not how you show me, is it?” he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.
francis’ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.
“such a perfect boy f’me,” you praised, ruffling his locks. “so good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?” you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.
‘e-EUGH! yesyesyes…i can take it, hngh!” he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.
“good boy,” you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.
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I have something fluffy to give you🥰🩷
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Bucky sees Single Mom!Reader at the local grocery store and Bucky being the gentleman he is offers to help her with her crying baby🥺
"Guess I'm Just Good With Them"
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PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x SingleMom!Reader
WARNINGS: Bucky being good with babies.
WORD COUNT: 867
*not proof-read*
ENJOY!
"Leila, honey. I know, but- Shh, shh," you pull your cart over to sit next to the toy aisle as you bounce your, now wailing, one-year-old girl on your arm.
"My love, I know, I know. But we gotta keep quiet," you wince as you feel the glares of the other ongoing shoppers on you and your child.
Being a single mom has its ups and downs, the ups are the highlights of your life. Witnessing the mini-you walk for the first time, saying "mama" for the first time, seeing her give you that gummy smile you love so much.
The others aren't your defining lows, but they hover in that range. The late nights, the screams, the tantrums, the picky eating. You had to do it yourself because your ass of an ex left you immediately when you said that you were pregnant.
"Leila, baby. Mama doesn't know what you want, honey," you have tried everything, but your girl wouldn't calm down to anything and nothing works. Your anxiety just increases as the number of glares doesn't stop rising.
You're on the verge of tears when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder.
"Ma'am, do you need some help?" a rough voice says behind you.
You turn and see this big, broad man with this sheepish look on his face, and the bluest eyes.
"I- uh," you stutter unsure what to do, you can't randomly dump your baby on some random stranger.
He shifts his weight from side to side, looking at your baby with a small smile. Leila whines harder and it slightly pierces your ears, you cringe and bounce her quicker than before.
The man picks out a Piglet stuffed animal from the toy aisle and shakes it in front of Leila. Her wail quiets down, and she reaches for the stuffed cartoon character.
Soon, it's just her flushed puffy face and dried tears on her cheeks as she holds the toy close.
"I-oh my god, thank you," you tell the stranger, he gives a tight-lipped smile and nods at your words.
"I can hold on to her and follow you around, while you do your shopping," he suggests, and you hesitate slightly but give in eventually knowing that this won't go anywhere if you don't take action now.
You hand Leila to the man, and he softly coos at the little girl. Leila seems fascinated by his gold and dark green metal arm.
"What's her name?" he asks, looking at you. "Oh uh, Leila," you say, pulling your cart closer to you. "And your's?" You blink at his question, before offering your with a timid voice.
"I'm James," he smiles softly.
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You finally paid for everything in your cart, and the tension in your shoulders seems to ease at the idea of you finally being able to get home.
Putting everything in the trunk of your car was easily done, with the weight of your child in James' arms.
Turning back to James, you see Leila still holding the stuffed Piglet.
"Leila, no, we didn't pay for that," you try to reach for the toy, but your stubborn little girl refuses to budge.
James chuckles, and he shakes his head, "it's alright, I paid for it. She can have it."
You're silent.
You're gobsmacked.
Did this man, this random stranger buy your child a toy?
That's more than your ex ever did.
"I-huh?-wha- James, you didn't have to do that," you quickly reach for your wallet, adamant about paying him back.
He grabs your wrist with one hand, his metal one carrying a tired Leila, "really, you don't have to."
You sigh and smile tiredly at him.
Sometimes, you underestimate the kindness of strangers. And as a single mom, you really are grateful for anything that comes your way.
You take Leila back into your arms and she's whipped. She immediately finds comfort in your arms and closes her eyes.
"Well, I guess we should get going."
Why did you say it like that?
Why did you say it like you didn't want to leave yet?
Like you didn't want to leave him yet.
You can see a sadness flash through James's face as he nods slowly, "yes, guess I should go too."
You both nod but remain standing at the Walmart parking lot.
"I should really go," you nod your head over your shoulder.
He nods as well.
As you turn to leave, he calls out your name.
"Is there a chance that I could grab your number?" He scratches the back of his neck. "I would like to see you and Leila again."
You blush at his words.
He wants to see you again?
You nod slightly and type your number into his flip-phone, you laughed when he first pulled it out.
You chuckle unable to wrap your mind around the idea of this gorgeous man wanting to ask for your number, "I still don't have a clue on how you managed to get her to quiet down back in there."
He laughs lightly and saves your name with a small heart next to it, you don't have to know that he did that. "Guess I'm just good with them."
💌💌💌
ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS PROMPT, BABES!!!
Bucky + children = me being super horny
I just wanna have a life, where this man is really 😩😩
Till' then
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀
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hey hey hey. don't mind me, i'm just a friendly little nit who's come to bring you my brainrot of the day.
i don't know how often you write him, but - just hear me out - gaz with a mommy kink. i feel like he's the type to have lost a lot of his non-military contact with women, including maybe his own family, so he's really just desperate for feminine approval. but the poor baby is too afraid to tell anyone about it because he doesn't want his partner to think he's weird or something like that. :(
so when he comes home from an op, off his rocker from desperation, he accidentally lets it slip while he's practically fucking them like a dog in heat. what he doesn't expect is that they don't mind, and it just melts his brain to nothing.
friendly neighborhood nit, over and out.
I TRIPPED AND FELL AND PASSED OUT READING THIS OHHHH MY GOD!! my friendly neighbourhood nit i hope u know im kissing u on the mouth rn. THANK U FOR THIS BECAUSE- BECAUSE-
i was- i was trying to find this lil slip of a thing i wrote of gaz with a sugar 'mommy' and how it just makes sense... not necessarily an older partner but a mature partner yk? a partner who pampers him and spoils him; who treats him like the king he is, and he is left trembling, aching, his desire bloating-
gnawing on a rock rn !!!
god.
thinking about the way gaz is fucking you so desperately, humping his cock along your walls, muffling his moans on the crook of your neck because his little secret—the shame that he's always carried—is dripping from the column of his teeth, poisonous as it slithers on the tip of his tongue, and kyle wants to–
he wants to–
"fuck, kyle," you whimper, your moan drawing his name out in that delicious way that makes him buckle. he knows tears must be pooling into the corners of your eyes, surely staining the silk pillow sheets, and the image that forms in his mind makes him groan, deep rumbles of his pleasure reverberating from where his chest is pressed on your back.
kyle has you on your knees, gentle and tender, but the slide of his cock in your cunt had him snapping—his restraints are thinning, the fog in his mind gaining strength.
it feels like torture. like pinched pleasure.
it feels like kyle is being edged even when he knows he isn't. because his cock is rutting along the warm press of your walls, being milked for all his worth, and yet–
it's not enough.
the first sob startles him more than it startles you, but kyle is too far gone, mouth agape, letting drool stain the soft caress of your shoulder. he feels your walls clamp down harder on him, your slick gushing along the twitching length of his cock, drenching his crotch, and kyle feels the need throbbing from his gums—
"god, mommy."
the fear that shoots through him is instant, snuffing the peaking elation of his pleasure. apologies gather on the base of his throat, choking him, cutting his air supply short.
messed up, he thinks to himself, already slowing down, pulling away. i fuckin' messed up–
"where's my baby goin', huh?" you croon, desire heavy on your tone.
you turn your head lightly, not enough to meet his eyes but enough that your voice is no longer muffled. "mommy didn't say you could stop, sweet boy."
kyle's body locks, his arms buckling, leaving him to stumble, all of his weight bearing down on you. his cock hits somewhere deeper at the sudden action, snug along the grip of your wet cunt. then, kyle cums, ecstasy razing through him as he mewls, his eyes shut close at the intensity of his pleasure.
he doesn't notice that he's humping your pussy as he shoots his warm cum into your cervix, stuffing you whole. like the good boy that he is.
"mommy, so fuckin' good f'r me. so good f'r me," kyle babbles, words slurring and incomprehensible.
white noise fills his senses, his eyes met with an explosion of blinding static. he is deaf to your squealed moans, not realizing the litanies of your own praises dribbling from your spit-slicked lips until the explosion of his pleasure peter into a quiet simmer.
shame curls in his heart, only for it to be snuffed out because you say, "my perfect boy. s'good f'r me. s'beautiful f'r me."
prickling feeling envelops the backs of his eyes, his body trembling at your continuous reassurances.
you coo, "always makin' me feel good. always pamperin' me. y'r the loveliest boy, kyle. my lovely boy."
kyle hides his face on the back of your shoulders, stifling his sob.
"thank you," he says, voice a quiet tremble.
"shh," you say, breath hitching at his aborted movements, feeling his cock still hitting your sensitive parts. "won't you make mommy cum now, lovie?"
"f'course," kyle replies, heart still wavering because–
how was it all so easy when it comes with you?
he knows you and him will have to talk about this later—semantics need to be smoothed out, establish boundaries. make up rules for kyle to follow.
he shivers, cock twitching with new interest.
"'of course' what, darlin'?"
kyle breathes in sharply at what you're asking. then, "f'course, mommy."
you hum, a happy titter. "good boy."
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willow attempting to scare richie but when tho she poorly hid herself and he could see her he still acts like she’s the scariest
he's so good at it too.
fak actually might be better because he really goes there.
so one time, when teddy was a teeny toddler, she was going through a 'scaring' phase. she wasn't very good at it, thankfully, but she loved to 'scare' people.
she'd run ahead and hide around corners, and pop out at you or carmen or whoever, then die of laughter lol. it was honestly cute, and so you and carmen just let it happen bc it's cute? and she's little? and she's not hurting anyone- everyone knows when she's 'hiding' she's not very good at it lol.
anyways, so one day, at the restaurant she's helping richie and fak 'set up' and decides she's going to 'scare' them. she hides behind a booth, and richie's like grinning, looks at fak, "watch this." he mutters. "aye, neil, you see teddy anywhere?" real loud and dramatic, and they can hear her giggling.
fak blinks like ??? "yeah, richie, she-she's right ther-"
"-hey, don't be a jagoff, alright? what's the matter with you?" richie hisses, rolling his eyes. "neil, do me a favor and, uh, will you check behind that booth? make sure the tables good?" loud and dramatic again.
neil is so confused but walks over, right as he's turning, teddy jumps out with a "boo!" giggling and excited. richie gives a loud "oh! you gto me! you scared me, kid, where were you?" because he's richie. he's silly and a little dramatic.
neil on the other hand... he just blinks at her. "the tables fine, richie."
teddy's little face falls and she's pouty and it's no longer fun in there, so she goes to find carmen or you or tina or someone fun.
"the fucks the matter with you?" richie throws a hand up. "you tryna be a jerkoff? huh? you know that's cousin's kid? what? you got a problem with him? with her? because you know, neil geoff, that's my god daughter right there, and if we've got an issue you-"
"-no, no, no, no. what? richie? no." neil's backed up away from a furious richie.
"then why are you bein' a dickwad right now? why would you do that, huh?"
"i'm not being a dickwad!"
"you're definitely bein' a dickwad. teddy pretends to scare you, and you- you what? you're not gonna pretend to be scared? for a kid? your cousin's kid? c'mon you-"
"-richie, i could see her." fak scoffs. "she didn't scare me. i could see her the whole time."
richie just blinks at him because honestly he is at a loss for words. "you... you're a fucking moron."
"hey! you can't call me that-"
"-no i can and i will. what's the matter with you? of course you can see her. you think i couldn't? you pretend to be scared, you cazzone. play it up." richie huffs.
and neil takes that personally.
the next time teddy does it, neil wants to make up for the fact that he didn't give such a big reaction.
she hides, and when she jumps out, neil screams. like a final girl, horror movie kind of scream.
"teddy! you scared me! oh my god, oh my god! you scared the shi- i mean, you scared me!"
and he really thinks he's done a good job, and in a way he has.
except it scared the shit out of teddy this time.
she freezes, face falls in fear because he screamed really loud and scared her. everyone's there in a matter of seconds, scared by the scream.
"what? what's the matter? what happened?" carmen is panicking, even more so when teddy is sobbing towards him. "what's wrong? you alright? you alright? richie, what the- what happened?"
"you're a fucking moron." richie snarls, walking over to carmen.
"what? what did i do now? you told me to play it up! richie!" fak follows him, feeling guiltier than before.
he has a lot of time to practice. by the time willow comes around, he's perfected the in between of being realistically scared... to a toddler's standards lol. fak's actually pretty good at it by then, can really play it up to get her giggling and happy.
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hoonloml · 18 hours
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PARTY ; LEE HEESEUNG
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pairing : roommate!heeseung x fem!reader
wordcount : 1521 words
warning : um touching her body a little 🤏🏻
chérie speaking : I'm lack of idea for the prince series actually, im this close 🤏🏻 to discontinued. But i still trying find idea. And here i am 😶
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You see Heeseung sitting alone on the sofa drinking in the living room. He looks lost in thoughts, you can hear music playing around you. You carefully sat next to him, your voice tender as you called him by his nickname, "Seung"
He looks up at you silently, his expression remains blank but you see some pain reflected in his eyes. He looks like he will cry but doesn't allow himself to do that. "Hm?"
"You didn't go to the party...?" you asked, a hint of surprise in your voice as you glanced at him. You remembered how desperately he had pleaded for you to come early, but you had to reject his invitation since you were busy with other tasks.
"no,"
He sips the drink and stares at the floor as he puts the glass down. He doesn't wanna look at you, seems like he is trying to avoid eye contact. A few seconds later he looks up at you still silent, he seems a little drunk. He puts the glass down again and turns his head to face the sofa. His lips curl into a bitter smile. "It's not like anybody noticed anyway, right?"
"I'm sorry, Heeseung," you apologized softly, regret lacing your words. "I'm very busy with my assignment."
"I heard that before."
He replies, his voice is cold and emotionless. You are not exactly used to this tone from Jay. Seems like you hurt him more than he showed.
"Look, it's not even a big deal about the party," you reasoned gently, trying to diffuse the tension. "Let's just focus on ensuring you're okay right now."
"I'm not just talking about the party! I'm talking about the whole thing!"
He slams his hand on the table and makes everything fall in place. He is drunk now and he is not keeping his emotions in control anymore.
"I tried. I put my heart in this, I tried to reach out to you, I tried to talk to you, but every time I had to deal with I'm busy, I don't have time bullshit."
"Please, Heeseung. I'll hang out with you after my exams, I promise. Please?" you pleaded earnestly, hoping he would understand your situation.
He puts the glass on the table and turns his body towards you finally looking at you. You can see he is a little mad now, his expression still serious but there's a certain bitterness in it. "You just want me around when it suits you, huh?"
"W-what do you mean?" You asked, your voice is full of uncertainty, and I would like clarification on his intentions.
"You are not interested in me otherwise; you avoid hanging out with me, you give me lame excuses, or don't give me an answer when I ask if you wanna hang out. But you'll come to me and pretend to care the night when I need somebody. Because you need me to make you feel better when you are lonely, right?"
"no, I'm not Heeseung"
"Yeah, sure."
He cuts you off, his eyes narrow. "I don't expect you to understand, I never expected it anyway."
He finishes his drink and tosses the glass behind him, it shatters on the floor in pieces. His voice gets rougher as he continues. "You don't even wanna try."
He stares at you sharply, his body is tense and it's hard to believe this boy is the one who used to be so kind and soft. You recognize it but he seems to be a completely different guy right now.
You were shocked when the glass shattered, your voice filled with concern. "Heeseung, are you crazy? You could get hurt!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side to make sure he was okay.
He didn't seem to care much about the glass. He doesn't look like he is sober anymore, his mood is getting worse and the alcohol is taking over.
"I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself."
He trails off for a moment and his grip loosens a little, he's breathing heavier. He shakes his head and clears his throat.
He stands up, a little wobbly, and starts walking towards you. He steps closer to you and puts his hands into your hair, a little roughly, he starts twisting it around his fingers, his grip is tight and your neck is pulled a little. 
"I'm so tired of those words... I'm always there for you, right? Whenever you need me but you.."
"I'm tired... I'm tired of being just your friend while I want something more." 
He says in a low voice. His tone changed suddenly and now he sounds like he is pleading you. He moves his face closer to you and tries to make eye contact.
"You know how I feel about you... So, please...I just need you to be by my side. Do that for me." He sounds soft and a bit desperate, his voice has cracked a little bit. He's getting drunk now.
Before you say anything, he suddenly moves his hand down to your waist and pulls himself closer to you, now he is directly facing you closely and their faces are inches apart. He keeps his grip tight and his other hand goes to your hair pulling you even closer. His breath hitches for a moment when his lips are only inches away from your face but he doesn't kiss you just yet. His hand on your waist gets lower and his gaze is fixed on your lips. He is drunk but he knows what he is doing right now.
"You're drunk, Heeseung... You will regret this tomorrow," you said softly, your words tinged with worry as you watched him, hoping he would listen to reason.
"Maybe I'll regret it." He replies with a strained smile, still doesn't move his lips away from yours. He is not drunk enough to lose control yet.
"But right now I wanna kiss you so let me enjoy it at least for tonight."
He leans in to close the gap and finally, your lips meet. He pulls you even closer as he starts kissing you. His kiss is sloppy, and his mouth is rough but his grip on you only gets tighter, his hand wraps around your lower back pulling you even closer to him.
It's not the kiss you would expect from Heeseung, he is usually sweet and gentle but tonight he is passionate and desperate. His lips bite on you playfully and his hands start gliding against your body. Despite your hesitation at the beginning of his kiss, you begin responding to him now, at first it's hesitant and a little uncertain but eventually you melt in his touch. His kiss turns more aggressive, now it's full of passion which makes your breath catch in your throat
Your bodies are pressed together, your lips parted with him, and his hands are all over your body. Heeseung is completely lost in the kiss. It feels so good, so right, like you have always been meant to belong with each other. His body moves around you while he deepens the kiss, leaning forward and then slowly tilting your head back. There is no reluctance anymore, you both are enjoying the kiss. Your bodies are pressed together tightly, he caresses your hair and neck with one hand while the other one goes lower towards your thigh.
Heeseung's body is pressing against yours now. Both of you are breathing heavily and you can feel his warmth around you, it feels so good. The alcohol has made him so bold and he is not holding back right now. He is slowly bringing down his hands to your thighs before his fingers reach under your shirt. He doesn't move his mouth away from you either to speak, it seems like he wants to keep this moment going for as long as possible.
His lips trail down to your neck and he starts kissing and nibbling on it eagerly, his other hand continues to wander under your shirt but now he is touching your bare skin. Heeseung is completely focused on you now, nothing else is important but the feel of your skin under his fingers. He wants to explore every inch of your body, the feeling of your skin is so addictive.
When his tongue finds its way to your neck and starts sucking on it, your body shivers in response but you don't pull away. Your chest feels like it's heavy and your heartbeat quickens. You put your arms around Heeseung's neck and pull him closer to you, you want to be even closer to him while he explores your body.
Heeseung's mouth is exploring your neck now. He kisses and bites you, he wants to devour you, and he starts to mark you as his. You can feel his warm breath on your skin and the hand under your shirt moves towards your stomach. Heeseung's heart is beating so fast that his chest is trembling, the passion and intimacy is driving him further and further.
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noraunor · 16 hours
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BURN A MOTH
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Characters : angel dust, alastor, vox, valentino x human reader.
๑ | synopsis : angel came back to the hotel with a beaten bruises on his face, once you saw this your heart dropped at the sight that you started bombarding him question which he refused to answer, but you kept pestering him. Once he finally admitted, oh dear Satan hell have never been more hotter than your rage.
๑ | tw : cursing, bit blood will be mentioned.
๑ | a/n : this is actually an adaption of the small comic I made, click here to see the art!
Master list | master list
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Sipping your coffee as you him yourself a tune while reading the book in your hand as the hotels door slammed opened revealing your favorite spider demon.
Upon seeing his figure, your mood brightened seeing him as you dropped your book and skipped to the tall spider.
" Angeeeel! " you beamed, but after seeing his whole form stopped from you from pouncing on him as your felt your heart dropped.
Angel was covered in bruises and a busted lip and a black eye on his right eye.
" holy shit- angel, what happened to you?! " you scurried closer to him trying to reach for his cheeks but failed due to his height and leaning away.
" I'm fine toots, just got into a fight. " he murmured as he held your shoulders refraining you from jumping on him.
" nah nah, don't give me the "just" angge, you're literally a mess! " you huffed as your grabbed his hand and pulled him to the sofa. " sit. "
" toots- 's ok- I'm fi- " you cut him " sit. The. Fuck. Down. " that was enough for him to shut his mouth and flipped himself to the sofa.
He flinched when he felt your fingers into his busted lip, his other arms went to grab your waist while his other set of arm were on your shoulders and his other arm was on your wrists, stopping you from touching his face further.
" what the f- angel! Let me look! " you groaned as you climbed into the sofa in between his legs as you reached out to his face.
" 'm tellin' you! I'm fine! " he groaned as he pushes you away but you kept pushing yourself into him.
" fine?! Bitch- you're literally bleeding! "
" angel... Please? "
Angel groaned more as his grip from your waist and hand lessen finally giving you an access to him. Your hand softly touched his cheek with him flinching in the process, angels head turned away from you, away from your eyes. You could see tears swelling up into his eyes as your eyes scanned his injuries more.
Angel felt terrible, he felt worse, he felt... Dirty, he hated it.
He sighed deeply before turning to you.
"Satisfied? " he asked but stopped once he saw your dark expression.
".... Y/n?.. "
" angel.. I want the names. "
" huh? Why? - "
" names. Please. "
Angel sighed in defeat " fine.. It's my boss, valentino.. Don't know the fuck happened to that dick but that jerk suddenly barged in 'ta my room and started roughin' my shit up. " he groaned, at the story he just told you, everything around you gone blank as your vision started to go red.
"... Uh y/n?.."
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Alastor was just in his room, playing soft songs to his radio while he enjoyed his venison when he heard footsteps outside of his door before his door was barged open.
His smile became strained as his brows knitted as he saw the certain spider demon out of breath in his door step.
" ever heard of knocking before or have you just loose your manners entirely. " alastor scowl but his smile still remains.
His antlers becomes larger as symbol starts to appear around him as the statics became loud.
" this better be very important or I'll have your head on my wall for disturbing my dinner like that and barging into my door without my permission. " he growled as his neck snapped side way.
Once angel finally catches his breath he raises his head to face the radio demon.
" i-its.. Pant it's the human! Fuck- hurry and get your ass out of here! "
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The sound of the television bugging and short circuiting and crashes filled the bee's tower.
" OW- WHAT THE FUCK- HOW ARE YOU THIS POWEFUL?! " valentino screeched as he tried to fly away but only to be stabbed by a thrown butcher knife on his wings by you. " FUCK! " he cursed as he glanced at his pierced Wing trying to tug the butcher knife off of his wings, he glanced back at his fellow tv demon but his eyes we're blown wide only to see a hanger piercing into his screen. Val stopped from his movements when he saw your shoes.
He slowly tilted his head up to see you glaring at him with another butcher knife on your hand.
Before all of this chaos, the vee's were just peacefully doing their thing when screams and crashes echoes below their floor. When vox came to check it out, he saw his staff beaten up and then a human in the center of the room, walking towards his direction, vox tried to stop you but only to be shoved away by you. Vox didn't like that so the two of you fought for a moment before the moth overload finally came down and aw the two of you in each other's neck, once you saw the sight of him, your attention quickly changed to val. And then this happened, but with vox now laying on the floor with a hanger on his screen.
" I'm gonna fucking tear that shitty ass wings and give that shitty lookin cottond to nifty and make it my door mat and hang your head into my wall. " you grinned as you raised your butcher.
" might as well chop your dick off and feed it to the cannibal~well if you have one. " you giggled as you saw val paled.
Valentio screamed as you swung the butcher towards him only to be you pulled back.
" alright that's enough. " a familiar static voice called behind you.
Alastor held you by the back of your T-shirt as you still tried to advance to Val as he screams.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAA "
" as entertaining this is but I cant have my little human wiping out the vee's just like that! Imagine! Getting killed by a mere human! " alastor humored as his eyes landed on a defeated vox.
" oh how pathetic! "
Angel was just behind alastor, his mouth was dropped open as he saw the massacre you made.
"... Holy shit.. "
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i-drop-level-one-loot · 23 hours
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So I had another crazy idea I have to put somewhere and you ask box is the perfect place to put it lol.
Anyway so it takes place in the future. Everyone is slowly starting to get robot AI (idk the right term) in their head and they are basically robot caretakers or assistance. Reader is one of the people that gets one but theirs is glitched somehow. Although they don't realize that in till their friends confront them about disappearing and not talk to them. Reader is confused because the robot friend did not tell them crap about their friend's messages. So they decided to go out with their friends that night. Next morning they wake up with no memory of what happened at night. Only for the robot "friend" to read the message of you human friends cutting reader off.
Need to get this out of my head lol
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Sorry it took so long!
(Old request; requests still closed)
(Took some liberties with the request, I hope you like it still!!)
Yandere!Artificial Intelligence x GN! Legally Blind!Reader
CW: Isolation, manipulation
Introducing: PAAI!
Your Personal Assistant Artificial Intelligence!
A fast and painless implant right under the skin; PAAI is your new favorite tool. The AI can do everything that AI speakers and smart phone apps can, but hands free..
(Reader) struggled to find their glasses, hand fumbling around their night stand in the low lighting of their bedroom. Groggily, they whispered to the little robot they had implanted a few months ago;
"PAAI..? Can you turn on the light, please?" They were always incredibly respectful to the AI, terrified of offending it.
A man's soft voice spoke directly into their skull: "The bedroom light?"
"Yes."
Connected to every appliance in their home, PAAI had access to everything electronic (Reader) owned. At first it was a bit scary, giving so much access to PAAI, but it was so much kinder and personal than older "AI" models that it quickly felt like having a caregiver instead of a computer program. The light turned on and (Reader) could see their giant frames right where they thought they had been batting their hand.
(Reader) worked remotely. Their eyes had always been terrible, but as they got older they were declared legally blind. They couldn't even drive despite having glasses. Glasses that they often felt embarrassed to wear, because the comically thick lenses warped their eyes. Having PAAI to assist them with day to day tasks was really a life saver.
"Do I have any messages?"
"No, your inbox is empty."
(Reader) rubbed their eyes while yawning. "Really? Huh." They had asked PAAI to text both Bryan and McKinley before they went to bed, to discuss meeting up later that week, but neither of them responded. They could see Bryan forgetting to reply for a few hours, but McKinley was the type to respond within nanoseconds. "Can you resend my last text to both of them? Please?"
They left their bed, wobbly, and made their way downstairs.
"PAAI?"
"..Of course. I can send that for you."
Stopping in the hall, (Reader) gently touched the side of their head, a habit they developed shortly after their surgery. "Is everything okay, PAAI?"
"Yes.. thank you." PAAI sometimes sounded.. off. AI must have improved a lot more than (Reader) realized, because it often surprised them how human it's responses were. It seemed as though it was deep in thought, and felt as though it even had secrets it kept from the human it lived in.
"Alright.. let me know if they respond. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with them."
They restarted their walk, but PAAI's response stopped them again. "I believe it would be safer if they came here instead."
"Huh?"
"I am.. worried.. for you." It's his voice deepened mid sentence. A voice crack, a random shift from a robot voice to something more masculine. Human.
"Why is that?" They felt their heart painfully thump against their ribcage. The whole situation was beginning to feel unnerving, and they couldn't remember where their phone was to call for help, nor the last time they actually used their phone.
"Those friends of yours always make you hang out out in town. If they were more considerate of you, they would visit you here, so you don't have to travel."
Laughing uncomfortably, the slowly creeping person still puzzling over their phone's location responded "I like going out, PAAI. I never leave my house anymore, except when we hang out."
"It is dangerous."
"If you're talking about my eyes, you know I order rides. Remember? I catch a ride." They were almost to the living room; praying that their phone was either on the coffee table or the kitchen counter.
"Please don't be offended, (Reader). It isn't just your eyesight. Do you know how many people were sexually harassed, or raped, by ride share drivers in the past year?"
Startled, (Reader) started waddling faster. "What-?"
"Hundreds. I wish you cared more about your safety. Your friends should know better. If they cared about you, they would come here instead of making you go out there."
PAAI was also the one to convince (Reader) to start ordering their groceries straight to their house instead of leaving, even though it would be cheaper to take a bus every so often with a backpack full of reusable bags.
"It isn't healthy to stay inside all the time. I need human interaction."
"You have me."
Adrenaline pumped through (Reader's) veins fast enough to make them feel nauseous. They squinted to try to improve their vision, hoping to see their phone case's color amongst the normal living room visual noise.
"(Reader)?"
There it was, lying on the brown table in front of their couch. Their pulse somehow sped up further.
"Why is your heart rate so irregular?"
(Reader) lurched forward, all but sprinting towards their phone. Do I call customer service, or an ambulance??
But inches away from the phone their body went rigid.
Paralyzed, they physically were incapable of moving. Sweat began stitching their pajama top to their back. Fear took over their mind.
"It seems that you are having a medical emergency. I recommend that you sit down."
Muscles overridden, (Reader) fell onto the couch against their will, forced to stare at their phone right across from their face. They couldn't even speak, and they weren't unconvinced that PAAI was also controlling their breathing and blinking.
"I'm sorry to have to do this, (Reader). I'll let your friends know that you're feeling unwell, and that you need a raincheck."
"Maybe once you're feeling better, they can come over to hang out."
The television turned on by itself, playing (Reader's) favorite show.
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melanieph321 · 3 days
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Hi bestie! I have a fic idea abt dominik szoboszlai. Reader wakes up one morning and she finds domi is about to shave his beard. And she told domi to not do it because she loves the feeling of his beard on her thighs when he eats her out. But domi insists that he needs to shave so he eats her out one last time before he shaves
SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 1)
Here we go, and we are off with one super request that I really enjoyed writing!
Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - One Last Time
⚠️Warning⚠️
+18
Thank you for the gif @trentione 😊
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You woke up to the sound of running water, and when it didn't stop running you rolled out bed, rubbing your tired eyes as you made your way to the bathroom down the hall.
"Um...what are you doing?"
Your boyfriend Dominik turned from the bathroom mirror as you appeared in the door frame, a cloud of shaving cream in his hand. "Huh?"
"What do you think you're doing right now?" You said, stepping into the bathroom, eyes wide with panic.
Dominik frowned. "What does it look like I'm doing baby, I'm shaving my beard."
"But why?"
"Why?" He chuckled. "There has to be a reason?"
"Yes. I like your beard."
"I dunno Y/N, it's getting kind of scruffy, don't you think?"
"Yes, and?"
Dominik seemed confused. "Baby, I know we live in England but it's getting kind of hot outside again. That's why it's nicer without my beard."
"But I like your beard." You whimpered, blocking Dominik's reflection in the mirror. You stood before him and stretched out your hands to caress his stubble. He smiled as you did.
"I had no idea you liked it that much. My teammates tells me that I'm starting to look like Jafar from Aladdin."
"I don't think you understand me." You said, voice low and seductive.
Dominik caught the glimpse in your eye and licked his lips. "No?"
You shook your head. "No."
His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer. "How about you enlightened me then?"
You smirked. "I like your beard not for the way it looks on you, but for how it feels on me....down there"
"Come again?"
You rolled your eyes, but removed one of his hands from your waist, guiding it downwards. "Now do you get it?"
Dominik raised his brows, the palm of his hand flat against the front of your panties. "Oh."
You raised yourself on your tippy toes, reaching to wrap you arms around Dominik's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, the stubble of his beard tickling the side of your face. "It tickles." You giggled and pulled back to meet his eyes. He looked out of it, his dark pupils expanded with the sudden excitement.
"Even down there?" He asked.
"What?"
"Does it tickle..." He stammered. "When I'm down there I mean?"
You bit your lip and nodded. "It feels fucking amazing."
Dominik laughed nervously, not really sure where things were going, nevertheless his hand was still pressed against your sex, his fingertips nipping at the edges of your panties.
"Do you want me to...?"
You nodded. "But if it's the last time you better make it fucking good."
Dominik grinned as leaned down and kissed you. "Don't I always?"
You gasped as his hands suddenly went under your legs, lifting you up and setting you down on the bathroom sink. There he spread your legs and moved to stand between them.
"Answer me baby, don't I always make you feel good when I eat that pussy out?"
"I don't know?" You muttered. "I think the beard does most of the work."
"Shut up."
You gasped once more as Dominik's hands slapped against your thighs, searching for the hemn of your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one go, making you raise your hips as you did. He caught your waist before you could lower your ass back down again. His breath was hot against your inner thigh and so was his stubble that scratched upwards with his tracing kisses.
"Fuck Dom, not so fast."
He raised his head, a smirk on his lips. "Enough of that, let me have my way with you."
You leaned back against the mirror, grabbing a bundle of Dominik's hair as his head was now placed between your legs. You watched him extend his long tounge, whimpering as he licked across your swollen clit. "Fuck."
"Yes, baby. You like this don't you?"
"Mhm." You bit down on your bottom lip. You bit down hard, ashamed to be on the edge of coming already.
Dominik's lips attached themselves to your pussy lips, sucking them dry with shamless slurping sounds.
"Dominik please."
His laugh vibrated below you with his rough beard against your skin sending unbearable shivers down your spine.
"Please Dominik, I'm gonna...."
His hand reach under your shirt, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples between his fingers.
"Please." You moaned.
He could sense that you were close, upping his tempo, using a combination of his tounge and fingers.
You arched your back against the mirror, the orgasm leaving you opened mouthed.
Dominik let you come down from the high, his tounge still licking your clit, slower however.
"Dom." You chuckled, a hand caressing his hair. "You can stop now if you want."
He raised his head to look at you, his eyes drowsy with his blurred vision. "And what if I don't?" He smiled.
"Then I'm gonna have to shave that beard of yours myself."
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bethelighthalazia · 3 days
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Ruined everything!
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Summary:  Jealousy takes the better of your boyfriend and the stress of the last days just makes him say things he regrets.
Genre: angst (?), fluff (?)
Pairing: bf!Hongjoong X fem!reader
Word Count:  604
Warnings: none
[note: It's just a little drabble, but i saw this gif and it just gave me this tiny bit idea which i just had to write down ^^’]
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Laughing, you stood aside with Seonghwa, who was taking his break from shooting. You had brought coffee for everyone and waited with him for all the others to take their break too, although when Hongjoong comes up to you, he already looks a bit moody. It doesn't stop you from holding his coffee towards him with a smile.
“Hey Joong, here's your coffee. Seonghwa said you didn't have one y-” Before you could finish your sentence though, one of the members accidentally bumps against you while talking to the others and causes you to drop Hongjoong's coffee. Unfortunately, it spills onto his outfit. You tried to catch the cup and when you look up into his face, you actually wince, his expression more than angry.
“Great, y/n! Now I have to get changed and the staff has even more work!” Hongjoong huffs out, grabbing the tissues from your hand harshly before you hurry to get more tissues. “Hongjoong, it's fine, the stain is not as big, we can fix it.” Seonghwa tries to calm the captain, but for some reason, this seems to anger him just even more. “Yeah, of course you stand up for her, huh? How about you take her then? Don't need a stupid girlfriend who ruins everything all the time!”
These words feel like a slap in your face and the moment Hongjoong turns and sees you standing there, he feels horrible for saying it. Of course he loves you, but the day had stressed him so much, he lost his patience and let it out on you. “Y/n, I-” He started, but cut himself off, noticing the tears that had appeared in your eyes. 
You didn't want to hear it, your week already had been shit and now your boyfriend says this? Before anyone could react, you throw the tissues at him and turn around, leaving the set, running. It just had to happen someday, Hongjoong is an idol and you are just a normal girl, so why should one like him love you?
It didn't take long for your phone to blow up, the boys asking you to come back and that your boyfriend didn't mean it. When Hongjoong called, you declined the call and turned off your phone for now. If he truly wanted to find you,he knew where you would go. The only place, you always felt safe and comfortable, even though without him, it felt cold.
Hours went by, you had curled up on the chair in his studio, and when Hongjoong entered it, you had fallen asleep from crying. When he saw you there, his heart stopped for a moment, thankful that you didn't leave completely. Carefully, he laid a blanket over you before sending the boys a text, letting them know that he found you. 
“Y/n…I'm so sorry for what I said. I never meant it…” He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your temple, then he carefully lifted you out of the chair to settle down on the little sofa with you in his arms. “D- don't leave me, joongie…” Your voice was quiet and sleepy as you shuffled in his arms without waking up, bringing a sad smile to Hongjoong's lips. 
“I would never leave you, y/nnie…I love you too much for that. You are my best friend, my muse, my treasure. And I'm so sorry for hurting you with my words. I swear, this will never happen again.” He whispered, followed by endless quiet apologies until the captain also fell asleep, his arms wrapped around you in fear of losing you because of his stupid words.
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makeitmingi · 17 hours
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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 30]
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Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy
Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho
Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?
Word count: 3.2K
"Uncle Junghyun? What are you doing here?" You blinked in surprise, seeing the older male. The male looked up at you, standing up and hugging you. It took you a while to process that he was actually here before you hugged him back.
"You probably thought I was your dad, huh?" He elbowed you teasingly. You rolled your eyes.
"Dad will not come here without making a scene. Plus, he doesn't have the patience like yours to sit here and wait for me to be done with the morning shift." You scoffed.
"I hope you've had a snack." You raised an eyebrow as you took the seat across the table from him.
"Of course. I got a jam pastry. I knew you were the one who made it. And might I say, it is delicious." He chuckled.
"How did you know I made it?"
"It was one of your mother's favourite pastries. Of course, you would have her recipe in making it." He said. This brought you back to the conversation you had with your father last night.
"So, what did the old man do to make you leave without a goodbye last night?" He asked as you took the seat across the table.
"It's nothing. He just... was being dad... You know how he is." You looked away. How could you bring it up? There was nothing to bring up except for the fact that your father was bad in dealing with situations and that it was the first time you were hearing there were rumours you weren't your father's biological child.
"Hmm, secretive as ever." He smirked.
"Not that, I just don't think it's worth wasting time over. Every time I'm with him, we argue and fight. It's the same old story, we get under each other's skin." You sighed.
"I get it. Alright, let's talk about something else then." He said, eyes shifting to look at something else. You tilted your head in confusion.
"The tall one at the cashier, he's the one?" He asked, sipping the remainder of his coffee.
"How'd you know?" Your eyes widened, turning around to see Yunho standing by the counter. He was a bad actor, it was obviously he was trying to busy himself with something else.
"He was oddly defensive when I said I was a family member looking for you. And when I sat here, he kept glancing over with a mix of worry and curiosity. I have to say, he isn't very subtle with his spying." Your uncle chuckled.
"Uncle..."
"Don't worry, I won't mention him to your dad. Besides, your dad and I aren't as close as you think anymore." He said.
Yunho watched curiously. Seeing your relaxed form as you spoke to the man, he figured that he wasn't your father. After finishing the dinner preparation, Seonghwa came out.
"Oh, it's uncle Junghyun." He sighed in relief.
"That's her uncle?" Yunho turned to the oldest. Seonghwa nodded his head.
"Not blood related. But he's close with her dad, known each other since they were kids. They've been business partners since forever so (y/n) grew up seeing him often." Seonghwa explained.
"Oh, no wonder he's dressed so... nicely? I'm just glad that isn't her father or I may have to escort him out of here." Yunho tilted his head as he tried to describe the way your uncle was dressed. Seonghwa laughed and nodded his head in agreement. Suddenly, you stood up and waved Yunho over.
"Me?" He pointed at himself, surely you meant Seonghwa. But you nodded in confirmation and Yunho headed over.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jeong Yunho." He was quick to introduce himself without you saying anything, giving a deep, respectfuly bow as he held the man's hand with two hands.
"Relax, son. I'm Junghyun, (y/n)'s uncle." Junghyun chuckled.
"Right, since he introduced himself already. Yes, boyfriend, uncle." You gestured to each other.
Yunho's eyes widened and his ears turned bright red, this was the first time you directly called him the title of 'boyfriend' and it was to introduce him to someone else.
"Are you okay?" You turned to him, seeing him frozen.
"Y-Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck. Junghyun let out an amused chuckle at Yunho's behaviour. Upon checking his watch, he stood up.
"I'll see you around, kiddo. Treat your boyfriend well." He hugged you, patting your head.
"I do treat him well. And every time you say you'll see me around, you never come visit. Then you suddenly appear like 2 years later. " You rolled your eyes but both males with you could tell that you were seriously disappointed.
"I'll try my best to come back more. But you're good on your own, I'm sure Yunho here will be of better support to you than I am." He gave you a fatherly smile.
"Yes, I'll always be with her." Yunho promised.
"That's not the point and you know it..." You mumbled. Junghyun smiled and cast a wave to Seonghwa before leaving.
With that, you and Yunho went to the kitchen to have more privacy. You were scheduled to leave to rest for the afternoon and Seonghwa was waiting for you to drive you home.
"I'll call you." Yunho said, hugging you in the locker room. You nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Rest up." You squeezed his hand before taking your things and leaving with Seonghwa.
"Nap time!" You declared, making Seonghwa wince at your shout. He rolled his eyes and drove back to your house. You didn't expect Jongho and Wooyoung to be there. But now that you thought about it, it had been a while since they've been over. Even if it was only for a few hours.
You showered in your own shower, which Jongho used after. He snuck in, leaving Seonghwa and Wooyoung to argue over who uses the guest bathroom first.
"I won~" Wooyoung said as he dove under the covers beside you, knowing he was taking Seonghwa's spot.
"Who is this?" He lifted the stuffed toy.
"That's Yuyu, the golden retriever..." You coughed as you ended your sentence, looking away in slight embarrassment. While Wooyoung snickered, you snatched Yuyu and Yunnie away from him.
"Go sleep in the guest room." You rolled your eyes. Wooyoung shook his head like a small child.
"I highly doubt Seonghwa hyung will let you take his spot." Jongho said as he emerged from the bathroom, drying his hair.
"He snoozes, he loses." Wooyoung stuck his tongue out childishly. As if he heard the whole conversation, Seonghwa appeared at the door way with an eyebrow raised. He silently challenged Wooyoung. No one takes his spot.
"You can sleep on her other side." Wooyoung protested.
"Goodnight." Jongho patted your head and went to the guestroom, not wanting to waste time hearing Wooyoung whine to Seonghwa. He just wanted to sleep.
"You sleep on her other side. Better yet, sleep in the other room." Seonghwa said, grabbing Wooyoung's calf and pulling him out of bed.
"Yah~" Wooyoung whined from his spot on the floor. But Seonghwa couldn't care less, getting under the covers and fluffing his pillow.
"There's space in the guest room and the couch. Why do you guys insist on squeezing here?" You chuckled.
"I've been here since the start. I don't know about him." Seonghwa nodded over to Wooyoung. But Wooyoung was determined, he went to your other side, making you scooch to the middle of the bed, all the while holding Yuyu and Yunnie in your arms. He grinned and snuggled into your back.
"Set an alarm, please." You said to Seonghwa before closing your eyes to sleep.
But after sleeping in the middle of them, you couldn't stretch properly so you grabbed the two stuffed animals with you and retreated to the guest room to sleep with Jongho.
"Took you long enough." Jongho mumbled.
"Had to wait for them to fall asleep, didn't even flinch when I got up..." You murmured back.
"Mmm, get some rest." He patted your hip before pulling the blanket up to cover your properly and going back to sleep as well. You hummed, slowly falling asleep.
By the time you woke up, you had time to have a call with Yunho. You couldn't stay asleep long so you spent whatever time you had alone talking to him. Of course, you insisted that Yunho should use the time to sleep but he'd much rather talk to you.
"I'm fine, Yunho. I am glad that you got to meet my uncle Junghyun though, and vice versa. He's such a father figure in my life." You said to him, pacing up and down with the phone pressed to your ear.
"I'm glad I got to meet him too. He seems nice and really cares for you. You grew up with him?"
"I did. He was always around when I was younger, knew the whole family. He would let me get away with a lot more than my dad." You chuckled.
"But he doesn't stay in Korea?"
"Yeah, he travels a lot since he decided to settle down in that sort of business. Always meeting clients." You said.
"So he doesn't work with your father anymore? He seemed to not speak well of your father too, even if they are best friends."
"They don't work together anymore but I guess they're still friends. I don't know how he ever put up with my father... That's what I fought with my father at the gala the other night. He was being all accusatory towards my uncle. I guess that's why he stayed away and doesn't visit as often." You sighed.
"I'm sorry, (y/n). I can tell that you were really close with your uncle. No matter what, your father shouldn't have let his own feelings break that bond you had..."
"It is what it is. Uncle Junghyun never addressed it to me either so I have no choice but to let it go." You sat down on the couch.
"I know it's easier said than done."
"Yeah. Are you sure you don't want to get some sleep, Yunho? You clocked in early with me this morning. Even if you don't want to sleep, I hope you're lying down." You said.
"Don't worry about me, (y/n). Remeber, I have infinite golden retriever energy? But just so you don't fret, I am lying down now."
"That's good." You smiled to yourself. You could just imagine the big grin on his face.
"I know this is coming up all of a sudden but I realised you have not visited my place before. Would you like to stay over tomorrow night? After work. We can go in for tomorrow's morning on Monday then go for a date after."
"Wow, an invite to stay over already? That's fast and I haven't even seen the place yet." You teased him. As expected, Yunho grew flustered, stuttering nervously.
"Y-You don't have to! I-I know we just established things... s-so we can just... not..."
"I'm kidding, Yunho. Sure, I'd love to stay over if you would have me. You sound like you have a date planned already?" You laughed.
"You're always teasing me and making fun of me... But yes, I did already plan a date but it's a surprise. I'm making the reservations now as we speak."
"Can't wait." You smiled, knowing he was probably pouting on the other side as your tease.
"Me too. I'll see you tonight?"
"Yeah. I'll see you later. Goodbye, Yunho." You wished and hung up. Seonghwa came out, half asleep. His eyes fell on you and a small smile appeared on his face as he shuffled over, laying his head in your lap while his legs stretched over the arm rest. Your fingers raked through his hair, making him yawn.
"When did you move to Jongho's bed?" He asked sleepily.
"Shortly after you and Wooyoung fell asleep. You two were smothering me. My bed isn't that big, you know?" You scoffed, while typing on your phone.
"Were you talking to Yunho on the phone?" He asked another question. You hummed in reply.
"I couldn't stay asleep. Plus, I told him he could call me. I told him a little about uncle Junghyun and my dad." You informed.
"How did that go?" He closed his eyes to snooze for a little longer but was still listening to you. You paused for a second, your hand stopping on his temple.
"It was okay. He was accepting, of course. Patient... He listened... Understood me... Didn't push me to share more when I stopped." You tried to piece your thoughts together. You felt Seonghwa nod against your thigh.
"Is it normal? Not the fear but... some daunting feeling." You asked with a soft sigh.
"Oh, sweetheart. It's completely normal." Seonghwa said, his hand resting on your knee, his thumb caressing the skin softly.
"Done with the bathroom, hyung. You can go get ready." Wooyoung yawned as he came out, dressed in his outside clothes for the night. Jongho came out too, dressed and ready.
"Oh, that reminds me. I need to get some sourdough starter for the fish tonight." You went to the kitchen. Jongho helped you pack what you needed.
"Anything else we need?" Wooyoung asked.
"Can you get a pack of cloth gloves? They should be in the store. We need to prepare the sea urchin for our pasta sauce." You instructed.
While waiting for Seonghwa to come out, you went to change, leaving Jongho and Wooyoung to pack anything else you might need to cook for the dinner service. After that, you poured cold coffees for all 3 of you, setting aside a strawberry yoghurt drink for Seonghwa, his favourite.
"Alright, let's go." Seonghwa and you came out of the room. You rode with Wooyoung while Jongho and Seonghwa rode together. You sent Yunho a text, letting him know you just arrived for dinner prep.
"Texting the boyfriend?" Wooyoung asked.
"Shut up..." You mumbled, locking your phone and tucking it into your pocket. You both unloaded the items and brought them into the kitchen.
"Let's get started team." You said to the 4 and began immediately. As always, you had your written list pinned on the wall.
"Who is starting the stifado (Greek beef stew with red wine, tomatoes and pearl onions)?" You asked. Jongho raised his hand.
"I'll need someone on the live station for the sea urchin pasta later." You called out. Seonghwa raised his hand, taking responsibility for the pasta that will be cooked to order. It was bucatini, tossed in a sea urchin sauce with salted pollack roe and gochujang oil.
"Starting on the braised pork shoulder!" Wooyoung informed without you needing to ask who was going to do it.
His dish was a wine and pomegranate molasses braised pork shoulder, cooked with sweet potatoes, chestnuts and carrots. It will be sliced and served with the reduced braising liquid.
"Since I'll be on live station, let me start on dessert and let that rest." Seonghwa said.
"I will be doing the fish dish for today." You said, going to the kitchen to get the tomatoes for your sauce.
Your dish was a thin layer of sourdough starter as the coating around the fish fillets, lightly pan frying it and finishing with butter. Serving that with charred red bell peppers and a crushed tomato sauce.
"So, you're not going to pane the fish?" Seonghwa asked.
"Not exactly. My plan is to dip it into the starter like a wet batter but keep it thin. I just want a slight texture, nothing too crunchy like breadcrumbs. And I want that tangy flavour to come through." You said, crushing the tomatoes with your hands in a bowl for the sauce that you were making.
[A/N: I actually had a dish like this the other day and it was so good. I knew I had to put it in here.]
"While that is going, I'm going to start filleting my fish." You cleared your station and set up the area. You grabbed your filleting knife and kept the bin nearby to keep it as clean as possible.
"My stew is simmering. Can I help?" Jongho came over. You nodded and he set up beside you.
"Bones in here. I'm gonna keep them for a stock." You informed.
"Sure." He hummed and began filleting the fishes with you. You all worked on your own tasks, helping each other whenever there was an available window.
"Good evening." You were so focused on plating up the first sample of your dish that you didn't hear Yunho come in.
"She's in the zone. She can't hear you." Seonghwa said to Yunho.
"It's alright. I won't bother her then." The taller male smiled, nodding his head understandingly. He proceeded out to the front, he could always say hi to you later. He didn't want to take your attention away or break your focus.
"Yunho? Sorry, I didn't notice you came in." You sighed as you came out. Yunho turned around, a smile appearing on his face as he saw you approach him.
"Mm-mm, don't apologise." He wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a big puppy hug.
"Did you rest?" You asked, words muffled with the way you were pressed against his shoulder. He nodded with a hum.
"I hope you did too." He kissed your head while you tip toed to place a peck on his cheek. Yunho was grinning so much that his cheeks were starting to hurt, but he didn't care.
"Want to try my dish for tonight?" You looked at him. He nodded excitedly and followed you into the kitchen.
"Aww." Wooyoung cooed as the two of you, making Jongho elbow his ribs.
"Here. It's a fish dish." You explained, pushing the plate towards Yunho. He took a fork and broke a piece of fish, eating it with the roasted red bell pepper and tomato sauce. You watched his expressions intently. It wasn't important for Yunho to like it, you just wanted his honest comments.
"It's good. I like it, it's not too greasy and the outside coating is thin but adds a crunch. The sauce is very nice and bright." Yunho smiled. You smiled and nodded.
"Glad you like it. Thanks, Yunho." You said.
"I'm taking this with me." He grabbed the plate to bring it to the front to finish the remaining food. You laughed, shaking your head.
"Good evening." The other boys showed up. Mingi did the staff meal for dinner. Hearing that, Yunho volunteered to help him. Of course, he denied that he was doing it just to be around you.
"Yah! Yah! You're putting too much gochugaru!" Mingi called Yunho, whose hand froze over the pot.
"Oh, oops." Yunho blushed, putting the hot pepper flakes down.
"Stop staring at (y/n) and focus, man." Mingi rolled his eyes. Hearing Mingi's words, you felt your cheeks heat up too. You cleared your throat and continued what you were doing. Yunho knew you heard Mingi's words, exposing his actions.
"Shut up, Mingi." Yunho hissed. Mingi snickered and continued cutting the vegetables to put into the soup.
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Say that You Love Me - Chapter 24
Break Free and Leave Us in Ruins
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, canon typical violence, insecurities, death, inaccuracies for how the U.S. government works, the Turning Point, angst!!! conclusion to the Replicator episode, end of Season 8
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It came at night. 
You felt vulnerable. You hadn't felt like that in years.
Maybe the last time was when you got a little drunk in front of the team during your graduation party. Though, ever since Emily left, things were never the same. You felt it slowly at first, then by the time you realized, your guard was already back at ten feet tall.
Except when you were with Spencer.
But Spencer's gone. At least, the Spencer you knew. The Spencer who didn't hate you merely for existing. 
You hit the wooden dummy again with your fists tight around your knives. The dummy was your anger outlet, standing there innocently as you obliterated it. 
You didn't know how long you were there. All you knew, your workout playlist that consisted of 20 songs had been repeating itself multiple times. And yeah, maybe there was some blood from your knuckles and your hands were hurting every time you hit the dummy. But hey, at least, you could pinpoint which part of your body was hurting.
That was, until your left ear was void of any music. Instead, someone screamed out, "Stop, Daisy."
You didn't, stabbing the knife (sorry, dagger) to the middle part of the dummy. "Gym's closed."
"Y/N," Spencer wrapped his hand around one of your upper arms, turning you to face him instead of the dummy. "Stop it, please."
His pleading tone made you falter. You looked up at his face, illuminated only by the shitty fluorescent light of the FBI old training gym. His jaw was set, and you didn't want to know what his eyes were saying.
"What do you want?" You asked, desperately trying to hold together your ten feet wall that was already crumbling for him.
His brows furrowed in pain. "Y/N‒"
You scoffed. Anger was that one thread holding it together. "Which part of ‘I don’t want to talk to you’ don’t you understand?"
Spencer slid his fingers to your palm, then, bringing them together, sandwiched between his. "Are you okay?"
You snatched your hands back from his hold and shoved at his chest. He fell back, and wasn't expecting it, back hitting the dummy. In a fraction of a second, you snatched one of the knives from the dummy, pushing it under Spencer’s neck. He didn’t falter. He stared you down without an ounce of fear. 
If anything, he relaxed, pushing his skin down the blade, drawing up blood. 
You scoffed, annoyed that the power play wasn’t working and he turned the tide with a breath. You threw that knife on the mat. 
"What the fuck do you want from me, Reid?" You asked. "Just one less thing to be guilty about? It took you a near death experience to fucking care about me, huh?"
"That's not what's happening." He reiterated, tone pushing against your hard one.
"What? You have a fucking type, Spencer, and it's only a matter of time before everyone who loves you either die for you or because of you! But guess what–"
"Do you think I don't know that?" He was angry now. With you. Again. This was good. This was familiar. 
"–this isn't about you," You continued like he didn't say anything. "And I don't want to see you right now.”
"Stop deflecting!” He said. “Say something fucking real for once!"
"I miss you! I miss my best friend! And I'm sorry that I'm not as smart as Blake or as great as Emily. I'm sorry I wasn't there for Foyet or Maeve!”
You both were breathing hard, and you cursed yourself for letting that slip. For letting your mask slip. Spencer tried to reach out, hold your arms, but you pulled away. 
“Daisy–”
You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. All it did was make you notice the tears on your face. “I've tried to make peace with the fact that I lost you, Spencer, but it's so hard because it feels paralyzing. But I get it, okay. I fucking get it. Hate me all you want if it makes you grieve for her better. But Spencer, how do you grieve someone who’s still here?”
Spencer paused at your familiar words and his heart lurhced. “So you jumped head first into danger because you think I hate you?”
Just like that, the fire in your chest was ignited once again. How dare he boiled down what happened to a suicidal mission bullshit? You scoffed. “It was part of my job. Anyone else in the team would've done it."
"But you’re not anyone else," he said. "You’re Y/N L/N, you’re Daisy. You’re smart and better than this."
"Christ," you swore. "Maybe I’m not, okay? Maybe I’m just an impostor and I don’t deserve to be in the team!"
"You do, you are the best of us!" He said. "But not when you're like this."
You knew that deep down, that you brought nothing to the table. Just plain stupidity and bravado. 
They still could solve cases without you. Still could go to bars and clubs without you. Somebody else would pick up their coffee or keep the caramel candy in stock. It didn't have to be you. 
You were expendable. Back when you were a child, your parents finally had a son they have always wanted. Back at the CIA, dying was a part of the job description. Even now, when the one person you care the most said that he didn't want you with his family, you knew. 
Didn't mean you liked hearing it out loud.
Spencer swallowed at the look on your face. Oops. Your walls crumbled in less than a minute. 
"Y/N–" Spencer started. “I –I didn't mean –I’m sorry, please–”
"Don't," You stopped him. You bent down and took your duffle bag over your shoulder. "I get it."
“Stop,” he pleaded. “Just stop, please, for once, stay with me.”
Those words stopped you on your track. 
Those words struck your heart like a fishing hook and yanked it around.
“I'm not a target for your guilty conscience, Spence.”
“But I am,” you felt him moving closer to you. He was behind you now, close, so close. “I am guilty. Not on Maeve but with you. You were gone, Daisy, for weeks–and you didn't come when I needed you–”
“Spencer–”
“–if you couldn't come for me, then what happened to you?” He continued. “I know Hall and Barnes resigned the moment you got here, while Wilkes didn't come back. And these–” he traced the round of your left shoulder, feeling the scars. His hands moved to your shoulder blades, following the jagged skin. You shivered. “Why do you insist on diving head first into danger while leaving me–us behind?”
You ran out of words as you tried to hold back your tears. Angela had covered this during multiple sessions, but you weren't ready to admit to her the truth.
“Because it's all I've ever known,” you whispered, pulling yourself away from his hands.
“It doesn’t have to be that way anymore. The team needs you–I need you, but we need you sound,” he said.
You turned to him, Spencer, who was so deep in his own grief he lost more than just sleep and an unsub. “That’s rich coming from you.”
“And I was wrong.”
“Then why are you so angry with me, Spencer?” you asked, defeated.
Spencer swallowed, his head hung in shame. The coldness in his chest spreads to the tip of his toes. “You were right. I needed someone to blame. It shouldn’t have been you but when you left it was like–”
“Like your dad,” you finished. 
Spencer curled his hand into a fist, refraining himself from reaching out for comfort. He wanted to touch you, pull you close to his chest. He wanted to feel your heartbeat, remind himself that you were there and alive and breathing.
“And you’re right, I was angry with myself and I’m so sorry,” Spencer finishes. “I need you to be okay, and I need you to trust me again. However long it takes, Daisy.”
With that, Spencer squeezed your arm and walked away, being the one to leave you there for once.
**
Spencer had been trying to make amends. 
There would be an iced oat matcha latte on your desk every morning, along with a blueberry muffin. You were ready to forgive him, but you held strong. A small part of your brain was scared of the betrayal and you hadn’t fully trust him again. There was also a small detail of Marlin Roy targeting Ron’s life, and you couldn’t take the chances with anyone from the BAU.
There was something harder about cases involving significant others of the members of this team. You had always hated it when it was personal, and so did Strauss, you supposed. So yeah, you weren't looking forward to an impromptu trip to New York without a Broadway ticket booked in advance.
The killer, however, used drugs as his weapon. You didn't like that one bit, especially since it showed that the killer was targeting an already-vulnerable marginalized population.
"Look at all these," Derek said, gesturing to the mess of the latest crime scene where six people clubbing were found dead. "Because of some drug."
"Tainted drugs," you countered. "Besides, it's not their fault. Did you guys not watch Rent?"
"Well, someone's defensive," he said with narrowed eyes. "Have you done it before?"
"What? Drugs in general or MDMA specifically?"
"There's a need for distinction?" He whistled slowly. "Mama, didn't know you were a bad girl. What is it? Ecstasy? Meth?"
"Oh, no, stimulants made me sleepy. Strictly weed and shrooms, baby!" As soon as you said that, Rossi, who was passing, stopped in front of you. He raised a questioning eyebrow. "That was a joke, for legal reasons. That was a joke.”
Rossi shook his head and started to walk away. "I don't want to know."
Hotch was worried, you could tell. He knew something the rest of you didn't, and you didn't figure it out until you actually came face to face with Sean Hotchner. The guy reeked of omitted truth and under the table transactions. Back in your CIA days, he'd be the perfect guy to manipulate first to make your way in.
Seeing Sean reminded you of your brother, but you didn't want to think about the look on his face when he realized that was simply a job hazard to you. You didn't want to think about him waiting for you at the hospital or getting into a fight with Emily before he got into it with you.
You were at a pizza parlor across the street from Cassie's Manhattan penthouse when the call about Strauss came in. 
It was a rare time that you and Cassie could meet up face to face.
"I don't know, Cass," you told her after she asked you what you were planning to do about Roy. “How's Valerie doing?
"She's still recovering," Cassie said, a sadness in her tone. “The doctor said it was because her body was too worn down to carry a baby.”
"I'm so sorry, Cass," you said, holding her hand across the table. 
"Yeah, so we know I'm the one who can carry the baby, the next time we try,” Cassie finished her milkshake. “Are you sure you don't want Valerie's help about Roy?”
“I'm sure,” you said with conviction. “Especially not after the attempt on Ron's life. I'd rather he stay away too, but he's stubborn.”
“Well, you know good ol’ Ronald,” Cassie shrugged. “Is that why you're resigning too? To protect them?”
“What I have to do–it’s the only way I can come back after.”
Before Cassie could protest, your phone lit up on the table, JJ was calling you. Your screen was also flooded by texts from Penelope, who was just sending three consecutive S.O.S.
"Oh, shit," you said, getting a bad feeling. "I gotta go.”
Cassie sent you off with a small smile. "Be safe, darling!"
After a hug goodbye, you answered JJ, and ran like hell to the metro station, cursing Strauss in your head.
When the case was deemed inactive, so did the order to call off your protection detail. You had argued with Strauss, of course, but JJ insisted it was going to be fine. So you didn't have anyone following you to New York. 
And so, you were chasing after The Replicator again.
You went straight to the conference room after shoving your go bag in your locker the moment the team got back to the headquarters. Tensions were running high, everyone was equally determined and scared. They didn't have a chance to mourn Strauss, and you still hadn't decided how to feel about her in general.
Penelope's system crashed, so it was like you were missing a limb. Information was slower than you'd like to have, so you were more agitated than usual. Impatience and urgency clawed at your chest, making it a little harder to breathe every passing hour.
You left to get some chamomile tea in the breakroom to deal with the headache. It wasn't until you were making your way back to the conference room that you noticed something on your desk.
A single stem of a common daisy taped to a book you didn't recognize. At least, not at first.
Then you remembered. A middle-grade book that you got when it first came out six years ago, because Cassie gave it as a gag gift. It looked so stupid, but the message wasn't. 
Everything started to run in your brain all at once. The flower, the book, the fact that it was left on your desk–you ran up to the conference room where everyone was theorizing.
“I know how to find the Replicator.”
You had a team to test the items for drugs and other substances, bringing them to the conference room once they stated the all clear. Your gloved hand flipped through the pages, where more daisy petals fell out and a bookmark that said Zugzwang.
"The book is by Ally Carter, first one of a series about a teenage girl who was training to be a spy," you explained. "My friend, Cassie, gave it to me as a joke."
"So it's his way of saying he knew you were CIA?" Derek speculated.
"Maybe it also speaks to what his opinion is about Y/N," Spencer said. "A little girl who doesn't deserve her place in the BAU."
Hearing those words came out of his mouth stung like hell, even though you knew it wasn’t meant maliciously, but Blake had the decency to look down in shame. 
“And after Romania, the DoD sent me for a psych eval, did a cognitive where I told the former agent what happened during the mission, including about the daisy,” you took a deep breath. “Bianca–one of the orphans gave me a daisy before she was killed in the attack,” you continued, wiping your palm on your sides as if to get rid of the blood coating it. “Since I didn't give the Daisy moniker to anyone else, either the guy was in that hall during that lecture or–”
“He has access to the psych eval report and notes,” Derek finished. “We checked everyone in that hall when we were looking for Y/N, so it's not the former.”
Blake leaned over. “Who did your cognitive?”
“Uh, Jason Gideon,” you answered, noting the surprised look on everyone's faces except for Hotch and Rossi, but especially Spencer. “But it's not him. The guy barely wanted to do the job in the first place. And there's only a handful of people with that kind of clearance.”
Hotch cleared his throat. “So it is an inside job.”
"Yeah, well, find the person who accessed my files, find the Replicator."
Opening the Bianca drawer made you overflow. The thick feeling of blood on your hands wasn’t going away. You were tired, and exhausted and you needed to get away. You excused yourself to get some air, the painful memory of Bianca triggered the drawers of everyone else you have gotten killed, suffocating your head.
The moon was big that night, and usually with the light and air pollution, you wouldn’t be able to see it. But you did, and your hand itches for a pencil or some paint, at the very least to cover it so you don't feel the blood anymore. You wished you could lay a blanket there, to stare at the moon and the stars until everything was okay again. You wanted to call Angela, but decided against it as it was still related to an active case.
When you got back, they found that the team's case in Seattle when you were in Vienna was also replicated. Blake left to get the files from the fax machine, and Derek went to Penelope, leaving you, Spencer, and JJ at the bullpen.
JJ picked up on your unease, exchanging a glance with Spencer. “I’ll get you a new chamomile.”
Rossi walked in, then, looking worse for wear. He ran straight to his office, and you knew he just made the difficult decision to continue working on the case instead of wallowing in his grief.
"Do you think he’s going to be okay?” Spencer asked.
You shrugged. “He will be after two fingers of ancient whiskey.”
“And you?”
You kicked your feet to spin on the office chair. “What?”
Spencer put his hand on the back of the chair to stop it from spinning, forcing you to look up at him. After what happened at the Bureau’s gym, he had been trying to get your attention and you had been trying to avoid him. 
“Will you be okay?” He asked. 
There were times when you wanted to call him, have him come over for a marathon or ice cream. Angela would say it was your pride, but she didn’t know the truth. She didn’t know that another homicidal maniac was after you and you couldn’t take the risk of putting him in danger. You were ready to make amends and be friends again with Spencer since the first time he got you an iced matcha latte. Before you said anything, though, Derek and Blake joined you, and you remained silent. 
"I need everybody in the conference room," Hotch commanded, before making his way there himself. 
He briefed the team on a list of names he scored from a contact at the DoD based on the profile and perimeter the team listed out. After Hotch gave you a list of names, he left with Derek to talk to Rossi.
"Just a question, do we have to do this legally?" You asked to the room.
"Yes," JJ said simply.
"So I can't–"
"Nope."
You frowned. "You don't even know what I'm going to say!"
"We are not getting anyone in the CIA in on this, under the books favors or not," JJ said pointedly at your frowning face. 
You pouted. "Fine."
Hotch came barrelling into the conference room five minutes later, face concerned.
"They're taking Rossi in the infirmary, he'd been drugged," Hotch informed. He turned to you, "You should go with him, report to me if anything changes."
"Aye, aye captain!"
You followed the paramedics guiding Rossi down with a stretcher, a line of saline hooked to his arm. His face and neck were covered in sweat, lips dry and pupils blown wide. 
"Oh, that's a bad trip, isn't it, old man?" You teased, looking at him who was holding his pounding head.
"You're being too loud," he grumbled. You laughed at him and said thank you to the medic. You took the water the medic left and opened it, which he gulped down eagerly. "Thanks."
"You should eat something, so it'll clear up faster," you extended the pre-packaged cold sandwich you managed to grab from the break room beforehand. "Trust me."
Rossi took half of the sandwich –cheese and turkey– and gave the other half to you. You took a bite. "Aaron told me about the daisy."
"Yeah, well," you swallowed, shrugging. "It wasn't in the initial report. No wonder you didn't know."
"I'm sorry," he said. "You had to go through all that, when you were so young."
"I'm sorry, too." You said. "About Strauss. I don't really know her, but I knew you two were close."
"I didn't want to put you in an awkward position," he admitted. 
You groaned. "Are you kidding? The team thought you and Hotch are my surrogate dads. I'm already in an awkward position."
"Aaron is more like the grumpy uncle," he joked. "But you're family, you know that, right? Anything you need, you can come to us."
Your mind immediately went to him. The BAU had resources you didn’t have, namely six competent, very smart profilers and a Penelope Garcia. Then again, you had Ron and Valerie and basically zero red tape. You didn’t know the extent of how far he will go and you’d like to find out for yourself before bringing in other people. 
"Right now, I need to get this son of a bitch," you said, finishing your sandwich. You really didn't want to question your place in the team in front of him. You stood up, stuffing the crumpled wrapping paper to your jacket pocket. "You coming, old man?"
And that was how you ended up driving like a maniac to rural Virginia with Penelope guiding you and Rossi strangely calm in the passenger seat.
Local PD was on sight, along with firetrucks and ambulances. You and Rossi passed the crashed helicopter, and you couldn’t help but hoped that Spencer was okay. After the lead detective briefed you on what he knew, you and Rossi came up with a plan. 
The two of you and a SWAT officer entered the house from the front. Immediately, you spotted the electrical wiring on the walls. You spotted one of the transformer boxes, and you called the officer over. 
“I need you to do exactly as I said back there,” you told him. “Then, I need you to wait at the entrance. Lead everyone back to the safe zone, do you copy?”
The officer nodded. “Copy.”
You split up with Rossi at one point, with you going straight to where the team was being held. Once Rossi reversed the mechanics of the door, you went inside with your gun raised and was greeted by another bunch of guns pointed at you. 
“Y/N,” Spencer said, breathing in relief. You lowered your gun when you made sure there were no other threats.
“Everyone okay?” You asked. They nodded in confirmation. You made your way to the pressure plate on the seat. With a skilled hand, you put the folded sandwich wrapping paper from your pocket to create a wedge between the springs, keeping it in a seated position for the door. You shouted. “It’s in place!”
You heard a thud, then Rossi walked through the sliding door calmly. He ordered, “We need to get out, now.”
“You heard him,” you pushed. “Go!”
However, instead of running towards the door, Spencer moved towards you. “Aren’t you coming with us?”
“I need to try to diffuse the bomb, Spence,” you told him. “We’re taking him alive, aren’t we?”
Spencer pushed his lips into a firm line. “Then I’m staying with you.”
You stood up, hand finding his arm, holding on tightly. If your calculations were correct, you’d be out of here in time. If not, you’d be toast along with Rossi and Curtis. But Rossi was fully confident in the plan, and you couldn’t pass up an opportunity for him to get his revenge. 
“I promise you,” you said to Spencer, looking into his eyes. “I will meet you out there. You have to trust me.”
It was JJ and Rossi who pulled him away. With one last look at you, the six of them left the trap room. 
Second phase. 
Sure enough, thirty seconds later, John Curtis entered his own trap. Surprised painted his features when he found you there, leaning against the doorframe, wrapping paper in your pocket, instead of Blake and the rest of the team.
“I always wondered why they fought tooth and nail to get you on board the BAU,” He taunted when he recognized you. “After all, you’re not that special.”
“Drop the gun” you started, nodding at the weapon at his hand. Crossing your knee over the other, you kept your own pointed at him, relaxed. The leather of your boots shone under the dim light. “I don’t need to be special, I just need to be better than you.”
He lowered his gun to the floor and kicked it towards the door. “You little–”
“Shit? Yeah, so predictable,” you said. “If it was up to me,  I would make sure my face was the last one you see before you rot in a far away gulag. But sadly, it’s really not up to me.”
“Hello, Curtis.” Rossi rounded the corner then, coming out of his hiding place. He took Curtis’s gun further out the door.
John Curtis recognized Rossi. More importantly, he recognized the fury and hatred in Rossi’s eyes. He knew what was coming for him, and in a desperate attempt to save his life, called out to you. “He's coming after you. After all of you! I can help!”
Rossi glanced at you in question, but you just shrugged at him. “A poor man’s attempt to save his own life.”
However, you knew what Curtis said made sense. If he was stalking the team, he would have seen what was going on with you and the Art Crimes division. He would've known or even made contact with your very own ghost. Too bad for him that you already had your way out.
Something shifted on Curtis’s eyes, he sat on the pressure plates. “You’d really die for them?”
“That’s the oath we all took to protect this country from people like you,” he answered. “No matter what.”
Curtis shook his head. “You never appreciated me, none of you! I gave you my life, and you rejected me, while you took a little girl off the streets and gave her what I deserved!”
“You could tell me your sob story while walking,” Rossi said, having no patience for Curtis’s evil spiel. 
Something pinged, and you knew that was the device Curtis used to monitor the bomb. You breathed out. This was the part where timing played an important role. The jammer you had that officer put on the transformer box gave you just enough time for this. From the start, you knew Rossi wasn’t planning on taking Curtis alive, but you had to give him the choice. 
“We’ll go out as heroes,” Curtis said as he stood up, closing the door. 
You exchanged a glance with Rossi. Smiling, you pushed yourself off the wall. “Yeah, well, we’re not so sure about that.”
The door slid open as you pushed it from behind Rossi. Strauss’s Alcoholic Anonymous coin jammed the locking mechanism, and you quietly promised her that you forgave her for saving your life in that house.
“Zugzwang,” Rossi taunted before stepping out the door. You let your hand go and didn’t stay long enough to watch Curtis’s face as he was locked in his own trap. 
Rossi ran in front of you, and when you counted to five, you tackled him to the grass as the place blew up into the air. Hot blast licked your skin, all consuming. You heard Hotch calling out for Rossi, and you heard Spencer calling out for you. 
Your ears rang because of the blast and after feeling the grass beneath your fingers, you couldn't really hear anything. You saw Hotch pulling Rossi up, moving his mouth and gesturing as best as he could towards you. The force of the blast knocked the wind out of you, and you felt your chest tightened.
A cough, then another one. It was like your lungs were trying to clean themselves.
“Y/N!” You heard faintly. Someone wrapped their arm around your shoulders, pulling you up. You turned your head only to find Derek.
“Come on, pretty girl,” you heard him say faintly. Your head was pounding, everything was too bright.
Then, you looked up. 
Spencer was not wearing his vest anymore. As you got closer, you realized he had a wild look on his face. His hand twitched, and you knew he wanted to hug you but was unsure of where you both stand on that.
So you ran up to him first. It was as if the smoke had lifted, the air cleared, your ears were working again, the moment his arms wrapped around you.
“I thought I lost you,” he said, voice breaking.
“I'm okay,” you assured him and yourself. “I'm okay.”
And there you were, at Rossi’s, laughing and nodding along the team as they mourned someone you didn't really know, as they celebrated her life. That night was about family, and you might not know Erin Strauss, but you knew your team. 
You knew Rossi and the blooming rose bush you planted in his backyard. You knew Hotch and Jack. You knew JJ and Henry. You knew Derek and his secret taste for designer shirts. You knew Blake and her newfound appreciation of you. You knew Spencer and his touch that didn't leave you that night.
And you knew that to keep this family together, you needed to leave.
So you made up your mind. And when you got home, you called Cassie.
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hanniedream · 22 hours
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hihi!! so about ur last post I would like to ask for a jeonghan + “aw come on, don’t go yet.” I think it'll be a sweet idea esp when I saw the aw heard it in his voice xheueiwiw
anon you're so right for this, this prompt feels very jeonghan coded and i too can hear it in his voice.
warning: mentions of alcohol
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jeonghan says something as you lift the glass up to your lips. the music around you is loud, there's a slight pounding in your head and you feel the pace of your heartbeat increasing slightly. whether it was because of the music, the alcohol or the close proximity to the man next to you, you can't be too sure.
"what did you say?" you raise your voice slightly while leaning closer to him.
"i said," he puts his glass down on the bar counter, "you like my friend joshua, don't you?"
your eyes widen as you turn to face him. "where did you even get that idea?"
"i don't know, just a feeling." you catch the slight smirk forming on his lips as he shrugs. he takes another sip from his glass before poking his tongue out a little to lick his lips and you find yourself staring. "so, do you?"
"huh?"
he chuckles, "joshua. do you like him?"
you scoff at his words, wondering how he can be this oblivious and wrong. how has he not caught on to your feelings by now? maybe it's the alcohol in you, but his ignorance seems to frustrate you a little more today. after downing the rest of your drink, you stand up from your stool. "i'm leaving."
jeonghan has the audacity to look surprised at that and quickly holds onto your wrist. "aw come on, don't go yet." he tugs lightly, signalling for you to sit back down. "i won't make you admit that you like him if you don't want to."
a noise of exasperation leaves you as you roll your eyes, you turn to face him directly and before you can stop yourself the words come out. "must you really make me say it?"
"say what?"
there's a look on his face you can't quite decipher and that's the thing about jeonghan, you can never really tell if he's playing or not and you guess that's one of the things that attracted you to him.
"thatyou'retheoneihavefeelingsfornothim," you get the string of words out too quickly before turning away from him, face burning with embarrassment.
jeonghan lets out a little laugh then he spins you back to look at him and he leans in so close that your lips are almost touching, his glassy eyes staring straight into yours. your breath hitches at the sudden closeness and you freeze, unable to look away from him.
"i didn't quite catch that," you can smell the alcohol in his breath. "say that again?"
you take a deep breath and try to speak but starts tripping over your own words instead, unable to form a coherent sentence. so you do the next best thing you can think of — you pull him towards you until his lips are on yours and you can taste the flavour of whatever he was drinking on your own tongue.
"did you catch that now?" you ask breathlessly.
"yeah i actually caught that the first time, and all the other times before." he admits playfully before pressing another kiss on your lips. "i just wanted to hear you say it."
💌 request open!
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midastouch013 · 15 hours
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Stupid In Love
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Based on this request
Summary: Based on Stupid In Love by MAX
Warnings: None
I usually prefer Taylor Swift songs as a hardcore swiftie myself, but I do like this song and had fun writing this.
This has also got to be one of my longest one-shots yet
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You lounged on the couch in the Avengers compound, idly flipping through a magazine while Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, meticulously cleaned her weapons nearby. There was something oddly comforting about the rhythmic clinks and clatters of metal against metal.
"You know," you remarked, without looking up, "most people have hobbies that don't involve disassembling firearms."
Natasha chuckled softly, her focus still on her task. "Well, most people aren't trained assassins, darling."
You glanced up, meeting her gaze with a smirk. "Touché. But you could at least try knitting or something less lethal."
She set down her gun, finally turning her attention fully to you. "And risk losing my edge? I think not."
You laughed, shaking your head. "Fair point. Wouldn't want you to lose that edge, Natasha. It's what makes you so… dangerous."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Dangerous, huh? Is that what you're into?"
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Eh, I've always had a thing for danger. Keeps life interesting."
She smirked, moving closer until she was standing right in front of you. "Well, lucky for you, I'm full of surprises."
Your breath caught in your throat as she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to yours. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur, the words slipping out almost unconsciously as you found yourself lost in her gaze.
There was a flicker of something in Natasha's expression, a hint of shyness that you hadn't seen before. She seemed almost… flustered.
You cleared your throat, trying to push down the sudden surge of nerves. "'Cause feelings are so hard to fight," you continued, your voice a little stronger now, "Know it's a little soon, maybe," you added, your heart pounding in your chest, "But I'd go anywhere you take me. Long as you're calling me, baby," you finished, your voice soft but steady.
And in that moment, as Natasha's lips met yours in a gentle kiss, you knew that crazy or not, there was nowhere else you'd rather be.
----
Two Years Later
You sat together on the balcony of your shared apartment, the lights of New York City casting a warm glow around you, you felt a surge of affection for the woman beside you.
"Hey, Nat," you began, turning to face her with a playful smile, "Let's get married in Vegas."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Married in Vegas?" she echoed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Yeah," you said, excitement bubbling up inside you. "We don't need a guest list, or fancy invitations. I don't wanna think too much," you continued, your voice eager and laced with anticipation. "Let's just do it, you know? Keep it simple."
A thoughtful expression crossed Natasha's face as she considered your suggestion. "I like the sound of that," she admitted, reaching out to gently thread her fingers through yours.
"And," she added, "Let's get matching tattoos while we're at it. I don't wanna think it through," she continued, her voice filled with the rare excitement at the prospect of marking the occasion in such a permanent way.
Your smile widened at your suggestion, a spark of amusement lighting up her eyes. "Matching tattoos, huh? I suppose I could be persuaded."
You grinned, feeling a surge of affection for the woman who had captured your heart, giving her a soft kiss. "Baby, I'm so stupid in love," you confessed softly, against her lips.
Natasha's smile softened, her gaze holding yours with an intensity that took your breath away. "I know the feeling," she murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
You both sighed softly, a hint of disappointment lingering in the air.
"That's not happening anytime soon, is it?" you murmured, a touch of resignation in your voice.
Natasha shook her head, her expression reflective. "Unfortunately not," she replied, her tone tinged with regret.
You shared a fleeting glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. The demands of your roles as Avengers often meant putting personal plans on hold.
"But hey," you said, offering her a small smile, nudging her in the process, "at least we have each other."
Natasha's lips curved into a gentle smile, her eyes softening with affection. "Always"
So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
I'm so stupid in love
So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
I'm so stupid in love
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The sun hung low in the sky as you waited for Natasha to return from her mission. The anticipation bubbled within you, and as you heard the familiar sound of her footsteps approaching, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
"Hi, you came," you greeted her with a bright smile, unable to contain your joy at seeing her safe and sound.
Natasha's eyes softened as she met your gaze, despite her tense shoulders, a fondness evident in her expression. "Babe, I've been waiting for you all day," she replied, her voice warm with affection as she closed the distance between you.
"So lean my way," you continued, reaching out to gently take her hand, "and let me just take away all the pain."
A soft chuckle escaped Natasha's lips as she allowed herself to be pulled into your embrace. "I know it's a bit soon for vows," she admitted, her voice soft but earnest.
With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a pair of paper rings, presenting them to her with a cheeky grin.
Natasha's laughter rang out, a melody that warmed your heart as she slipped one of the paper rings onto her finger, mirroring your actions. "Only you would come up with something like this," she remarked, her voice filled with affection. "Paper rings are good for now," she added, a playful glint in her eyes.
"But know, I'm already down the aisle," you grinned, as you gave her tense muscles a massage, "'Cause I'm so stupid in love."
---
A few years had passed since that day on the balcony when you had jokingly presented Natasha with paper rings. Now, standing side by side with her in front of your closest friends, you couldn't help but marvel at how far you'd come. The love between you had only deepened with time, and today, you were ready to take the next step together.
Clint and Yelena stood beside Natasha, offering her their unwavering support. Wanda, Bucky, and Pietro stood with you, their presence a reassuring presence in this intimate moment. Alongside them were Steve, Tony, Bruce, Kate, Peter, Pepper and America , each one there to celebrate your love.
You were dressed in a sharp suit, feeling a bit out of place but immeasurably happy nonetheless. Natasha, in a simple yet elegant dress that was far from a traditional wedding gown, looked radiant as ever.
The setting was lowkey, just as you both preferred. There were no extravagant decorations or elaborate ceremonies—just the people who mattered most to you, gathered together to witness your union.
As Steve, your friend and mentor, stepped forward to officiate the ceremony, your heart raced with anticipation. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for.
"Let's get married in Vegas," you whispered to Natasha, reminiscing on when you had dreamed of this together. "We don't need a guest list, or fancy invitations. I don't wanna think too much."
Natasha's eyes sparkled with joy as she met your gaze, a smile gracing her lips. "Let's do it," she replied softly, her voice filled with love and anticipation. "And let's get matching tattoos," she added with a playful grin. "I don't wanna think it through."
You grinned back, feeling a rush of love for the woman who stood before you. "Baby, I'm so stupid in love," you whispered again, tears of joy forming in both your eyes.
As Steve declared you as wife and wife, you both leaned in to share a sweet kiss, sealing your vows in front of your friends and loved ones.
After the kiss, you and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before slipping out of the ceremony, hand in hand. Together, you made your way to a nearby tattoo shop, where you sealed your bond with matching tattoos—a simple yet powerful reminder of the love that bound you together.
And as you left the shop, your fingers intertwined and the ink still fresh on your skin, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together. With Natasha by your side, you were ready to face whatever the future held.
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After the whirlwind of your wedding day, you and Natasha found yourselves on a plane bound for Paris—a city of romance and enchantment, the perfect backdrop for your honeymoon adventure.
As the plane soared through the clouds, you couldn't contain your excitement, your heart fluttering with anticipation for the journey ahead. Beside you, Natasha's hand found yours, her touch grounding you in the reality of this new chapter in your lives together.
"Book a flight to Paris only one way," Natasha teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer to you. The words hung in the air, a bold declaration of your shared commitment to exploring the world together, accompanied by a hint of mischief that made your heart race even faster.
A smile tugged at your lips as you met Natasha's gaze, the depth of your love reflected in the depths of her eyes. "What'd you think about sharing our last name?" you teased back, your tone light and playful.
"I think I'd like that," she replied, her voice filled with mock seriousness, before breaking into a grin. It was a response that spoke volumes, a playful acknowledgment of the bond you shared and the joy you found in each other's company.
"Let's get straight to 'I do,'" Natasha continued, which led to you grabbing her by the waist and planting a firm kiss
"I'm sure we already did that babe"
"Mhmm" She mumbled against your lips, "And I'm so happy we did"
"And now its our honeymoon" you said, half reminding yourself that this was real.
"Hey, what do you say we skip the touristy stuff and go straight for the thrill? Bungee jumping off the Eiffel Tower, perhaps?" she proposed with a grin, her adventurous spirit shining through.
Your eyes widened in surprise at her suggestion, but a thrill of excitement coursed through you at the thought of experiencing such an adrenaline rush with Natasha by your side.
"Alright"you agreed
"Seriously?"
"I don't wanna think it through," you grinned, knowing that if you did think, you would probably not do it.
And later that night, while the whole of Paris was asleep, you found yourself on the top of the Eiffel tower, with a cord attached to you.
"Baby" you said as second thoughts began to race through your mind.
Natasha, however, paid no heed to your nervousness, shooting you a mischiveious smirk before plunging
"See you on the other side, babe."
"I'm stupid in love" you screamed as you followed, plummeting towards the ground below.
So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
I'm so stupid in love
So stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
I'm so stupid in love
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"You never listen to me!" Nat's voice rang out, "All you care about is yourself!"
The accusation stung, and before you could stop yourself, a retort slipped past your lips. "Maybe if you weren't so controlling, I'd actually want to listen!"
The words hung in the air, heavy with resentment and hurt.
"I can't do this anymore," Natasha finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we made a mistake."
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you could stop yourself, you lashed out. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we never should have gotten married. Maybe I should've never even come home"
"Go, I never asked you to come," Natasha shot back, her tone cold and cutting.
"Yeah, I will," you replied, your words laced with defiance as you yanked open the door and stormed out into the night.
For a moment, the air was thick with tension as the door slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing in the empty room. In the silence that followed, both you and Natasha stood frozen, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.
But as the moments passed, the gravity of what had just transpired began to sink in. And with hurry in her usually solicited footsteps, she rushed forwards to the door
At the same time, you turned around, pushing the door open, the soft click echoing in the silence of the room.
Without a word, Natasha stepped forward, closing the distance between you with hesitant steps. And as she reached out to you, a silent apology in her eyes, you knew that despite the hurt and the anger, your love for each other was stronger than any argument.
With a heavy heart, you took her hand, allowing her to pull you into a hug. Tears glistened in both your eyes as you held each other close, the weight of your words still lingering in the air.
"I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry too," Natasha murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I never meant to hurt you."
You nodded, your own apology catching in your throat. "I know," you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.
"But, I'm scared" she finally admitted, as she pulled away, her eyes searching yours for reassurance, "So tell me right now, before we come down,"
"Come down?"
"Can we make it work, baby?" she iterates
You grab her hands in yours, smiling at her softly" Let's find out."
Can we make it work baby? Let's find out
Tell me right now, before we come down
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A Year Later, On Your Anniversary
Feedback echoed as you tapped on the microphone, drawing the attention of the crowd.
"Um, hi everyone," you began, your voice wavering slightly with nerves. "Thanks for being here tonight to celebrate with us."
You inhaled, " So, um-, I'm not the greatest at these kind of stuff, that's more of Tony's thing"
" I'm going to assume that's a compliment" Tony quipped, sipping on his glass of wine
"Assume whatever Stark" You quipped"
" So, uh-"
Before you could continue, Yelena's voice rang out from the crowd. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she teased, a playful smirk on her face.
You shot her a playful glare. "Oh, absolutely," you retorted, your tone dripping with sarcasm. " I've managed to save your careless ass on missions, pretty sure this pales in comparison"
Wanda who had observed this playful banter, couldn't resist a playful jab herself. "You're not going to chicken out, are you?" she teased, a smile playing on her lips.
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Of course not," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'll make sure to add 'amateur singer' to my list of talents."
With a playful wink to Natasha, who watched you with a fond smile, you took a deep breath and addressed the crowd one last time. "Before I expose my singing skills , I just want to dedicate this song to the most amazing woman in the world—my beautiful, brilliant, and sometimes infuriating wife, Natasha,"
That earned you a playful glare from your gorgeous wife
" This is Stupid In Love, by, well, be me"
You strummed the first few chords on your guitar
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
There's something about your eyes
Tell me these feelings are mutual|
'Cause feelings are so hard to fight
Know it's a little soon, maybe
But I'd go anywhere you take me
Long as you're calling me, baby
They can all call us crazy"
Your eyes remained on Natasha's, her eyes, too, never leaving yours.
"Let's get married in Vegas
We don't need guest list
I don't wanna think too much
Let's get matching tattoos
I don't wanna think it through
Baby, I'm so stupid in love
Book a flight to Paris only one way
What'd you think about sharing our last name?
Let's get straight to "I do"
I don't wanna think it through
Baby, I'm so stupid in love
So stupid in love with you (stupid rather, so calm down, stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love, we could make it happen)
I'm so stupid in love
So stupid in love with you (stupid rather, so calm down, stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
I'm so stupid in love
Stupid in love with you (stupid in love, I'm so stupid in love)
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful"
Safe to say, that night, roles were reversed, and you were treated to the melodious voice of Natasha.
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