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seungminxstay · 3 months

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party girl / seungkwan x reader / 18+ mdni

when you need liquid courage to fuck your best friend

Seungkwan was just back from an okay date when he saw an unexpected caller ID pop up on his phone. Hoshi calling him past midnight on a weekend, when was that ever a good thing?

“What did you do?”

“No, not me,” Hoshi replied, sounding surprisingly sober. “Y/n.”

Seungkwan’s frown deepened. “She told me she was studying today.”

“Well, look who’s here and wasted as hell. Come before she pukes on my precious sofa.”

Hoshi hung up before Seungkwan could argue, but he was already reaching for his jacket and keys.

It’s been a while since Seungkwan had to pick you up. Every party you’ve ever been to, from birthday parties in kindergarten to your first actual party in college, Seungkwan was there besides you - like he was in every important and non important stages of your life.

He drove off campus to the house Hoshi shared with several others, having to park three blocks away because of how crowded the street was. As soon as he got out of the car, he could hear music blaring in the near distance.

Seungkwan invited himself in Hoshi’s house - he’s been here too many times to count. He squeezed through the buzzing crowd, exchanging hasty greetings with people he recognized, but his attention was solely on finding you as he looked around the room

You were sitting on the sofa; or to be exact, you were curled up on Lee Chan’s lap, your hands comfortably resting on his arm, whispering something in his ear. Chan looked helpless as he simply sat back, letting you continue whatever game you were playing.

Seungkwan’s stomach burned. His initial reaction was to steer back, but when Chan met his eyes and mouthed “HELP ME,” he had no choice but to go and confront you.

“Y/n.”

“Kwannie,” you slurred, not even bothering to turn your head. “Aren’t you busy screwing your girlfriend?”

Seungkwan felt a sharp jab in his chest. You never talk to him like this.

“It’s just a date and she’s not my girlfriend. You’re drunk. Let’s go home.”

“No, I’m staying with Channie today, right, Channie?”

“Um, I might actually go and... get something to drink? God, I'm thirsty. See you guys later!”

He fled, leaving Seungkwan with a very drunk and sour you. You still refused to look at him, taking a swig from the plastic cup in your hand.

Seungkwan grabbed your wrist. You let out a yelp as the drink spilled over you, but that was the least of his worries.

“You’ve had too much,” he grunted. You whined in protest, but you were too drunk to physically fight back as Seungkwan, quite literally, dragged you out of the party and to the car.

It was silent on the drive back. Seungkwan considered dumping you on the doorsteps of your dorm and leaving someone else to deal with the mess you were. Unfortunately, your roommate was out for the night, and he couldn’t leave you like this. When you might wander off and find another guy to get friendly with.

He carried you up the stairs and to your room. He had the keys; you've said it was only for emergencies, but Seungkwan's emergencies included using your bed for naps between classes or just simply coming to bug you.

Today, though, was a different story. You and Seungkwan have fought endlessly since kindergarten, from petty playground fights to times when you stopped talking to each other for days. But one of you eventually caved in and made up after every fight. This was one of these instances, right?

"If you expect me to come every time you go and throw yourself on some random guy..."

“I didn’t even ask you to. I was doing fine with Chan,” you mumbled, knowing what you say was going to get him agitated. Seungkwan clenched his jaw.

“Well, I’m sorry then, you could have just fucked Channie and I shouldn't have cared. Why should I care?"

His voice rose louder than he intended to, and he could see a flash of hurt in your eyes. You both didn’t know - no, pretended not to notice - why you were working each other up like this.

Then the next second, you were kissing him. He stumbled backwards onto your bed, the force knocking the wind out of him.

It wasn’t like what Seungkwan had imagined from time to time - in the quiet afternoon library, or cuddled beneath the blankets of his bed, or on the doorsteps of your dorm, after a sweet date. It was messy and angry. You reeked of alcohol and Chan’s perfume.

Your hands grabbed his face, and Seungkwan found it so easy to get lost in the heated kiss. He could feel hot tears streaming down your cheeks, and everything was so overwhelming, he didn't know what to think. It just felt good. It felt perfect.

He was brought back to his senses by your hands snaking under his shirt.

“You're drunk, I'm not doing anything if you're - ”

“Please please please Seungkwan. You know I’ve only wanted you, all this time.”

Did you really mean it? Seungkwan tried meeting your eyes, but you were busy trailing kisses down his jawline, his neck...

You sank down on your knees. Seungkwan's breath hitched as you lowered his pants and brought your mouth to his bulge, embarrassingly hard from just the kisses alone.

Heat rose to his cheeks as he contemplated whether to look away from such a sinful sight - you, his best friend, his first love, his crush since forever, giving him head like you needed it. He could cum from just seeing you in this angle, nestled between his thighs and looking cute as hell.

Seungkwan had such a pretty cock. You ran your tongue up his length, swirling at the tip and using your whole mouth to take him in. One hand you kept wrapped around the base, the other you used to get yourself off. Seungkwan watched your hand travel underneath your skirt, moaning sweetly on his cock as you pleasured yourself.

He so badly wanted to be the one touching you, fingers buried in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit. Just his imagination made him lightheaded, and he couldn't stop the loud moans as he came, hot cum hitting the back of your throat.

You tried swallowing, but some of the white was smeared on your lips. Seungkwan impulsively leaned over and kissed you square on the mouth.

“Did you just taste yourself?”

“It was gross. Spit it out next time.”

A next time. You smiled to yourself as you softly pushed him on his back, straddling him. You took off your shirt and bra. He was mesmerized by the sight, staring at your body being unwrapped like a Christmas present, your gorgeous curves, until you guided his hands there. He squeezed them gently and ran his fingertips over your nipples, earning a soft sigh from you.

"You're such a good boy Kwannie... Now let me ride your pretty cock. Hard already for me, hmm?"

Seungkwan groaned as you lowered yourself on his length. You squirmed around, getting used to his girth, but quickly picked up your pace as you felt it grazing your sweet spot.

Seungkwan covered his face with his hands, unable to take in everything without his face burning.

"Look at me,” you said, lacing your fingers with his. Seungkwan was all red and fucked out as you bounced on his cock, and knowing that you had so much power over him, hearing him moan your name, made the heat pooling in your lower body swell. You stifled a cry as an intense orgasm washed over you, falling over on Seungkwan and desperately wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your sensitive nipples brushed against his smooth chest, making you shiver, but it was the warmth of Seungkwan filling you up that brought you past your limit.

You were suddenly tired. You felt Seungkwan’s ragged, uneven breaths, his length still burried in you, the hollow of his collarbone perfectly matching the curve of your cheek…

You jolted awake, surprised to see a sleeping Seungkwan right next to you, his body pressed against yours. Your bed was too small for two people to share. Sunlight filtered through the edges of the curtain, dappling his cheekbones, and as you brushed his hair out of his eyes, you remembered everything from last night - your words, his words, how the kisses tasted like.

You both had started seeing other people since high school, but it had hurt, every single time, when Seungkwan would get a glimpse of you laughing at a random guy's jokes, or when you would call Seungkwan at the most spontaneous of times, only to find out that he was on a date with some other girl.

It was just a childhood crush. You’d eventually grow out of it. You were best friends before anything.

That was what you kept telling yourself, but apparently, it wasn't the case when it was Boo Seungkwan.

#svt smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut #seungkwan imagines #svt #seventeen #svt fanfic

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do-not-lick-the-walls · 3 months

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a devil put aside | chapter four - mirror's image

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beelzebub x fallen angel!reader

summary: you change.

(she/her pronouns are used for reader, reader wears a dress & makeup, no use of y/n)

warnings: religious themes & trauma, strong language, light body horror, sexual undertones

ineffable taglist: @sarcastic-sourwolf , @angelofthenight <3

author's note: yall i know i promised an extra long chapter to make up for last week and i feel so bad about this being shorter than normal (i had to like cut this in half to finish it on time ahhhh) but im in the thick of college auditions rn so ive been scrambling all over!! I hope you guys still like this aaaa

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Red as communion and dark as soot, the demon stares back at you like she still has twelve eyes, like she can see every vice painted across your face. She's beginning to take root in the empty socket where your grace used to live. Every time you look at her, she becomes a little more familiar. A little more real. A little more you. Or maybe you become a little more her.

"Not sure."

Frowning thoughtfully, Beelzebub squints at you from their spot on the couch. They've said that about everything so far. They want you looking "like a real demon" before you meet the rest of the Dark Council, and they seem determined to see that through to the fullest. You haven't really been paying attention, too focused on winning your staring contest with the mirror to care about the actual clothes. It all looks disconcerting, anyway. Red, black, red, black, red. No lighter accent colors in sight for you, which is almost certainly on purpose, so you don't bother asking.

(You've hidden your stockings under a chair behind the changing curtain for now. In the case that anyone manages to find them before you can figure something out, hopefully they'll look like just another pair of discarded socks. There's plenty of clothes strewn over the floor back there.)

"Try this one." Beelzebub tosses you another jumble of red, and you retreat behind the curtain yet again.

You tug off your current outfit, make a decent attempt at figuring out how you're supposed to put the new one on, then a less decent attempt at getting it on yourself without stumbling around like an idiot. But you're not about to ask for help. You have literally been through hell, you are not letting a dress win.

Thirty seconds of spinning like a dog while you try to get a handle on the back zipper later, the dress wins. You surrender and reemerge defeated.

"Help."

Beelzebub laughs. You flinch, then calm. They're laughing at you, but not at you. There's no mockery in it, just amusement. Hinging on delight, even, the way someone would laugh at a friend doing something silly, or at a pet tangled up in their leash. Your face grows a little warm.

"'Course, love." They get up, motioning for you to turn around. You obey.

The heat of their aura fades in behind you, warming the strip of skin left exposed by the undone zipper. They're moving in that slow way of theirs again, prolonging something that should take only a second or two. Your heart starts to tap on your breastbone. Their fingertip trails up your bare spine, coaxing a tremble from your body, breath fluttering hot and sweet against the back of your neck. And for a moment, you're afraid they'll press their lips there and kill you on the spot.

Instead, they finally drag the zipper up, trapping you fully within the mausoleum of hell's image.

When you look this time, there are two demons in the mirror. One stands over the other's shoulder, mouth crooked in the hint of a smile, watching you with their dark, intent gaze. The demon in front, the one growing inside you, is flush-faced and looking slightly dazed.

"I like you in red," murmurs Beelzebub, reaching around to adjust your collar. "This is the one."

They pull you away from the mirror, and you leave the reflections behind.

You sit, while they go rummage around in different boxes, pulling out colored pots and brushes and pallettes, unscrewing caps and shaking little bottles. Something well past it's expiration date gets pulled out, then promptly chucked across the room as soon as they read the label. Eventually, when they're satisfied with their collection, they gather it all up and dump it on the table beside you.

"Right. Which ones?"

They pull up a chair facing you. You shrug. You're not very well aquainted with makeup, and especially not with these kinds of colors. Heaven's not big on anything darker than medium browns. Or anything more saturated than medium browns.

There's something a little bit sad about the smile they give you. "Sweet, there's no wrong answer to this," they say, "I'm asking what you like. You don't need a reason. I helped with the clothes, now you pick something."

What do I even like? You're not sure. Angels aren't really supposed to like things. Somebody gives you a job and you do it, that's the whole point. Keeps the system efficient. Likes and wants just confuse and distract. But your discipline for shooing off wants died sometime last night, and likes don't seem all that far off.

So, you eye the cosmetics with suspicion. The cosmetics eye you back with suspicion. After a brief standoff, you tentatively pluck a few things from the pile.

"Good choices." Beelzebub says, and your shoulders drop without you having realized they tensed up in the first place. They pull their chair closer, taking up one of your selections, a pan of shimmery, reddish powder. "Close your eyes for me."

Shutting your corporal eyes now brings with it total darkness, leaving you blind in their hands and engulfed in your other senses. Their presence before you is tangible, heavy, warm. Felt without being touched. The brush dusts over your eyelids. Your breath begins to shallow and your heartbeat falls out of line as they lean closer, knee resting against the outside of your thigh. Gentle pressure on your eyes, cheeks, lips while they work; interrupted every so often by the clacking of things being picked up and put down. You're struck still by their closeness, pinned down by the unknown gap between you. And when they pull away, you're left with the distinct breeze of having lost something.

"Go ahead and open."

A very pleased-looking Beelzebub appears. They wave you back towards the mirror with an encouraging nod.

You find the reflection with her lips tinted scarlet and her eyes lined in wisps of smoke. She looks good, very good indeed, the equal and the inverse of an angel. Her gaze knows something you don't. And, sure enough, she's looking more like you than she did last time.

"Still missing something," Beelzebub muses, scanning you up and down, as if they were an artist and you the painting. They shift their weight back and forth, arms crossed, biting their lip. Then, they stride over and take a pin from their lapel. "Here."

Well-made finery always has a weight to it, not enough to drag down any fabric, but enough to make its expense clear. Beelzebub's pin is no different. They fasten it to your neckline, a tiny red-and-gold crown, and the equally tiny shift in balance tells you that it's probably the nicest thing you've ever worn. You're not sure what to say. Nobody's ever given you something before, let alone something so pretty, or a half of their own set. Before you can figure it out, they spin you back around.

And it's you in the mirror. It's you, with the scarlet lips and the smokey eyes, and the red-gold pin. The stranger with your face is gone, the mirror's not another world. It's just you. You, and the demon over your shoulder, smiling in the reflection.

"Look at you, you're gorgeous." they murmur, soft like a distant storm.

An excited blush creeps onto your face. They're right, though. You are gorgeous. Red suits you like a kingdom suits a king, like a temple suits a saint. Features you didn't know you had are emphasized in subtle, dangerous ways, thorns revealed beneath the rose of innocence you've carried for so long.

The pin on your collar is a mark. A claim to you. It's a warning label with the Prince's name on it, a sign around your neck saying 'I Am Important. Do Not Fuck With Me.' It's a shield, a badge of status, a promise.

And most of all, it looks damn good on you.

Just as you're about to thank them, you double over, gasping and clutching your head. Lightning nails from your skull. Vanity. God is punishing you for your vanity. It's your fault. Mirrors corrupt. The devil's in your soul. God sees all. Nobody's fault but your own.

What did you think was going to happen? Looking so long into the object of pride, you're bound to break. Another failure. Penance. She's carving out your inner eyes entirely, washing away any hope that they could open again. You've been playing Narcissus, and it's come time to drown.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" The gentle urgency of Beelzebub's voice pulls you back to the present. They guide you to the couch and sit you down, holding your forearms to keep you stable. "C'mon, dove, talk to me."

"Ah, my..." you rub your temples, wincing as your liquified brain sloshes around up there.

You hide in your palms, trying to make the room stop spinning, and the splitting pain gives way into a dull headache. It's as if something's pressing on the inside of your head. "My head..."

"Let me see you." They replace your hands with theirs, hold your still-heated face in their blessed touch. "Where does it hurt?"

"On top, then a little down the sides."

"Nothing in the back?"

"No."

Beelzebub slides their fingers into your hair to feel for injuries, and the pain fades into the background.

They called you gorgeous, but it's them who's truly beautiful. There's an angel in this Prince of Hell. There's an angel, in a dingy halo from the burning-out lightbulb and the flickering old neon signs hung on the wall. They're a kind of holy you've never found in churches, you can't find in God, just in graffiti on subway tunnels and whatever the fuck this is right here. Their beautiful lips have parted in their concentration, re-stirring the idea of their mouth on your nec---

"You've got horns."

What?

"What?"

"Horns," they repeat, taking their hands back, "That's what hurts, love. Growing pains."

You blink.

They're not lying. Two---no, four---little bumps have sprouted from your head. Bony, immovable when pushed, and oh, God, you can feel them. You can fucking feel them. You can feel your fingers against them. They're sewn into you, like the guts and the heart and the lungs. Your divinity is fading with every change to your body; you're becoming something animal, something visceral. Something that feels more than it thinks. Something that lives in the now rather than the past or the future.

You just sit there for a moment, hands pressed to your budding horns, entirely lost.

You're all cried out. You can't do any more of that. So crying's off the table. You're not really angry either, so that's out too. What else do you have? There's denial, but that's running pretty thin by now, and it's kind of hard to deny something growing out of your head. Fear? No, you're out of that too. Confusion? Confusion. Confusion? You settle for confusion.

"...What?"

Beelzebub smiles, and the sun comes out. "Don't be scared, love. it's good. You've been here less than a day and you're changing already. I told you, you've still got all that power in you. It's starting to come back."

Later, that'll probably kick you down a spiral, but for now, you let their sweethoney voice wrap you up in its praise. Everything will be okay.

"Okay."

"Good. Now let's go, sweet. We've got an appointment."

#fic #good omens #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #good omens x reader #x reader #beelzebub good omens #good omens beelzebub x reader #aaaaaaa im sorry this is so late #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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noorpersona · 3 months

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Broken Telephone Pt. 5 (Finale)

You’ve finally reached the end of your rope.

With seemingly everyone in the universe knowing, it was only a matter of time before Fushiguro found out too. You had doomsday approaching, but you didn’t know when.

And this was the worst kind of psychological torment.

Now that Gojo was in on it too, this added a whole new layer of terror with him being a whirlwind of unpredictability. You quite literally did not know what to do.

But you did know what you wanted to do.

You burst into one of the common areas, one that you knew where they were. They both jumped at the sound when they turned around to peer at your rage-induced state. You watched your fellow first-years go wide-eyed as they could feel your ferocity ebbing off you in waves, flames of fury practically swirling around you.

”Who. Did. It?” You asked, voice terrifyingly calm, looking is slight satisfaction as you watched your friends (tentative at the moment) squirm and sweat. Itadori stuttered, while Kugisaki only avoided the question. “What are you talking about? Did what?” You walked up to them, not breaking eye contact as you grabbed the sorcerer’s shoulders, grip so tight she couldn’t pull away, eyes boring into her soul.

“I am seconds away from collapsing in on myself like a dying star. If you don’t tell me right now what happened and why, I will do everything in my power to take you down with me.” You actually saw her gulp before Itadori stepped in. Arms up at the ready to prepare for any hellfire you might reign down upon them (though he was genuinely terrified he wouldn’t be able to stop you).

Before Itadori could say anything, Kugisaki finally spoke up, her voice trembling slightly. "Okay, okay, fine! We may have let it slip to Gojo-sensei that you… have a thing for Fushiguro." As Kugisaki and Itadori nervously awaited your response, you felt a tidal wave of emotions crashing over you. Your mind was a whirlwind of frustration, embarrassment, and sheer disbelief at the mess they had dragged you into. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with your bare hands.

"Are you kidding me?!" you finally exclaimed, unable to contain your frustration any longer. "Do you have any idea what you've done?!"

Itadori winced, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I-I'm sorry, [Name], we didn't think it would—"

“Oh wow, I’m not surprised! Like you two haven’t run me through the mud five times over!” You snarled. “I said one thing! ONE! And now I’m suddenly being shipped to marriage?!” You had yelled, but just the absolute ridiculousness of the sentence, once it had run through your mind, made you burst out in only slightly insane laughter. Your classmates only looked at you in bewilderment as you wheezed, tears welling up in your eyes as you sighed with the realization.

“I’m gonna have to tell him aren’t I?” The question was mostly asked to yourself, with neither Itadori nor Kugisaki answering.

“Tell who what?” It was his voice that snapped you out of hysterics, head whipping to Fushiguro standing at the open doors, confused and concerned. The three of you made eye-contact before the brightly hair-coloured duo stumbled through their exits with shitty excuses such as ‘I think I hear Jennifer Lawrence calling me’ and ’I need to run to Home Depot’ before scurrying off like rats.

True to form.

“What was that about?” Fushiguro asks, still confused as hell. You huff out a chuckle, before shaking your head. “Who honestly knows with those two?” You ask rhetorically, before meeting the sorcerer’s eyes to find them already staring at you. “I heard yelling. What were you chastising them for this time?” You smile to yourself, mentally preparing for what you have to do. What you needed to do.

For some strange reason, you felt a wave of calm over you. You realized that really, deeply, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

It never was.

“They’ve been tormenting me over a secret I have. About you.” At his mentioning, he tilts his head, eyes unreadable. Your smile widens emptily. “I stupidly told Kugisaki I had feelings for you. You can imagine how that went.” You chuckle, devoid of humour. You refused to meet his eyes as you continued.

“Don’t worry, I don’t expect anything from you. I just figured it’d be less awkward if it came from me instead of Gojo.” You shivered at the thought. “I just knew that I had to tell you to not lose my mind.” You shrugged at the end, before sighing.

“I’m really sorry—“

“Why are you sorry?” His words made your heart stop. Face flushing with heat and surprise, you look up to him finding his face attempting to be neutral, but an extremely strong blush flooding his cheeks. “This isn’t really big news, either. I could sort of tell.” You gasp, somewhat jokingly.

“Was I really that obvious?” You rub your cheeks in embarrassment, “Well, I promise there won’t be anything else like that.” Fushiguro didn’t say anything, only walking up towards you so close you could feel his body heat and smell him. Of course, he smelled amazing. You looked up meekly, not knowing how to react.

“Our profession is one filled with loneliness and pain. It only makes sense that when you share that profession with others you’ll form any and all feelings. You want someone to stand still when you’re in constant motion.” He explains, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going with this until he looks away from you.

“I… Wouldn’t mind standing still with you.” You could tell your eyes shined at his words. Never in a million years would you have expected to hear that.

It wasn’t exactly a confession, but you sure as hell wouldn’t want anything else. His reassurance was like a balm to your frazzled nerves, soothing the turmoil within you and offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of the chaos. And when he confessed his own feelings in his own quiet, understated way, you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion overwhelm you.

It wasn't the grand declaration of love you had always dreamed of, but it was something real, something genuine, and in that moment, it was more than enough.

As you stood there, basking in the warmth of Fushiguro's presence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected turn of events. Despite the messiness of it all, despite the chaos and confusion, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to stand still with him, if only for a moment.

You couldn’t believe after this broken telephone, you finally got a message you saw truth in.

#fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #writing #jjk x y/n #megumi x reader #jjk #jjk itadori #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #jjk kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #jjk fushiguro

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heinous-desiree · 11 months

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TO ALL YOUR PCs

Would you love me if i was a worm🥺🥺🥺

Imagine if all my PCs just said, "Ew no." 🤣

Jas the Wildcard

"How would you even- Wait, with this town that honestly might happen..." Jas muttered to herself, then paused to sharply look at you. "You aren't turning into a worm, are you?!"

She grips your chin to turn your head side to side, trying to find some mark you've been cursed or that you're becoming less human. She relaxed a bit when you looked the same as usual.

"A theoretical question?" Jas repeated, eyes taking on a mischievous gleam as she leaned more into your space with none of the earlier concern. "Hmm. I think you'd make a cute worm pet~ So I'll be sure to love worm you plenty~"

Hunter the Allrounder

"You'll probably become an earthworm, right?" Hunter asked, but the words don't seem directed to you. In fact, Hunter seemed to be dissecting you with his eyes, looking so deeply into you that you felt exposed.

"Earthworms are so useful... You could improve the soil fertility, hell, you'd improve the soil texture as an earthworm. Grinding all the useless shit within your body and turning it to literal but useful shit for the plants..." Hunter put his hand to his mouth as he's his mind whirled, "I can't bring you to the farm, that would be too dangerous. Too many things that would try kill you, and I doubt one worm could do much to a whole field... But the garden... I can watch over you to ensure nothing happens, and you can help me grow shit.

"It's perfect!"

...

"Yeah, I'd love you as a worm," Hunter told you with a lazy grin, as if he didn't spend the last minute detailing how beneficial you'd be as a worm...

You had a feeling that living life as a worm with Hunter would be tiring.

Celeste the Righteous

Celeste blinked at your question, mouth agape. The confusion and wonderment are both profound in her face.

"A... Worm," Celeste stated more than questioned. She stared at you in silence in seeming judgment, letting the tension drag on.

...

"Oh," the girl finally noticed how uncomfortable you've gotten in her presence, "sorry. I was trying to figure out if I'd get an urge to ea- ah."

Celeste jerked and held her book in front of her face, not that it hid how pink she turned all the way up to her ears. She mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, "You heard nothing."

"...Anyways, I'd do my best to turn you back to human. Worms live 10 years at best and some only live for 2 years... I have no intention on letting you die...

"... Also, did you know that all worms are hermaphrodites? So they can all breed with each other- ... If you turn into a worm, I'll make you an enclosed ecosystem so you can sustain yourself in my room. I promise I won't let you breed with other worms."

...

"Ah, I didn't answer the question. I... I would love you even as a worm, but I prefer you to stay human."

Maeve the Trap

Maeve, despite his best efforts, grimaced.

"Ah, I, I, sorry! I just... I... Well... Ireallydontlikewormtheyareweirdandwigglyandnotinafunway-" Maeve inhaled desperately after getting all that out, but then slapped his own mouth horrified he said that all out loud.

Maybe you didn't understand his word vomit?

Hopefully?

"But! But I really like you! Lots!" Maeve stressed, panic shinning through his eyes while arms flailing to express just how much he likes you, "I'll get used to you being a worm! P-promise! I will... I will get around to touching worms for you! I'm adaptable! So... So please stay with me even as a worm..."

Maeve grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging it in an obvious, anxious gesture. He wanted to smack himself. He is saying he'll get used to touching you? How would anyone feel appreciated with that?!

"I-I'll get you lot of yummy food... There's no way I'll let you eat dirt... And make a comfy place for you to sleep. I'll... I'll also pretty you up best I can. Just cause you're a worm doesn't mean you can't be gorgeous! I'll make you the most pampered worm! ...I love you no matter what..."

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol pc #jas the wildcard #hunter the allrounder #celeste the righteous #maeve the trap #t1thi #hi love! I hope you've been well!#❤️

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your-divine-ribs · 24 days

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How they like to go down on you…

Character headcanons for Red, The Devil Next Door, Forbidden (Prof Van and Prof Bond), Ice Cold and Dad Van (I might add some more of my characters later)

Words: 2k // there’s smut… as the title would suggest!

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Red

❤️ Van wishes he could spend an eternity between your thighs... regrettably that's a luxury that both of you aren't able to experience.

❤️ With the constant threat of being caught, every encounter you two share is secretive and rushed. The thrill of the risk and the sheer wickedness of what you're doing though just heightens everything.

❤️ You have to take advantage of those snatched moments of bliss, whether it's pressed up against the sink in the bathroom at parties or furtive hookups in the shadowy backrooms of gig venues.

❤️ Now you're making fuck-me eyes at Van over the breakfast cereals when he wanders downstairs with just a towel wrapped around his slim hips after his morning shower.

❤️ You've been trying so hard to be good, but the sneaky fucker knows exactly what he's doing to you by parading around in front of you like this.

❤️ You don't miss the deliberate way he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip as he meets your hungry gaze, your panties soaking through with thoughts of what you want him to do to you.

❤️ As soon as Larry announces he's heading upstairs to take a shower Van launches himself at you, dragging you out of your seat and lifting you up so you're perching on the edge of the kitchen counter, tugging the oversized t-shirt you'd worn to sleep in up around your hips.

❤️ "Oh my god Van," you hiss as you pull away breathless from a heated kiss, your heart pounding as he pushes your legs wide apart. "What the hell do you think you're doing? We can't fuck now! Larry's literally just upstairs!"

❤️ "Who said anything about fucking?" He smirks at you, nimble fingers hooking under the seam of your panties, pulling them to one side.

❤️ He sinks down on to his knees in an instant, never breaking eye contact with you as he licks a teasing trail up your inner thighs, his tongue darting out to swirl over your clit.

❤️ He eats you out like a starving man, his tongue making the wettest, sloppiest sounds that have you gripping his hair and biting down hard on your bottom lip to stifle your moans.

❤️ "Come on babe, you gonna come all over my face?" He mutters in between lapping at your bud and sucking it between his puckered lips, his eyes fixed on yours the whole time.

❤️ You fall apart for him right there and then on the kitchen counter, thighs clenching around his head as he smirks greedily against your wetness, licking up every last drop.

The Devil Next Door

❤️‍🔥 Van's spent so many nights dreaming about you... how you'd taste, the pretty noises that you'd make, the feel of you trembling under his touch as he held your bucking hips down as you came all over his tongue.

❤️‍🔥 It's his favourite fantasy that keeps him awake at night and if he ever gets the chance to turn it into reality he's sure as hell going to pull out all the stops to make you feel good.

❤️‍🔥 Basically, you're not leaving that bed until you've come at least four times. Anything Tom can do he can definitely do better.

❤️‍🔥 He's dreamt about tasting you in every conceivable position, flat on your back with his head between your thighs, slumped against the wall with a leg crooked up over his shoulder, on your knees gripping on to the headboard so he can spread your cheeks and eat you out from behind... but imagining you sitting on his face is his personal favourite.

❤️‍🔥 He wants to coax out the fiery side of your personality, the part that knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. The one that's not afraid to use him for your own pleasure.

❤️‍🔥 All he can think about is you hovering over him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you grind yourself down against his eager tongue, your shaky moans and sighs filling the air.

❤️‍🔥 Fuck... he needs you so bad. He wants to drown in you. He knows he wouldn't be able to stop until you were whimpering and crying out from the sensitivity, anchoring you firmly in place with his strong hands wrapped around your thighs.

❤️‍🔥 "Just one more... just for me... please. God, I love the way you taste."

Forbidden - Prof Van

🖤 Just because he loves to tease and deny you it doesn't mean that he doesn't like to give you your pleasure... as long as you beg for it prettily enough.

🖤 Unfortunately for you... or fortunately depending on how you look at it... begging like a needy little slut is only going to land you in big trouble.

🖤 Thirty minutes later you're lying spreadeagled on his desk, your wrists bound and ankles secured to the desk legs to keep them apart whilst he brings you to your fourth shuddering high with his skilled tongue.

🖤 You're wet through with a combination of sweat, cum and saliva, the papers on his desk beneath you soaked with your juices.

🖤 "What's up baby?" He raises his head to coo up at you, long fingers still pistoning in and out of your wetness, making you whine. "You wanted to come didn't you?"

🖤 You try to tell him it's too much but you can't speak, your words choked by your panties which he's torn off you and thrust roughly into your mouth to stifle your sounds.

🖤 All you can do is whimper and writhe and take it like the good girl he wants you to be... and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Forbidden - Prof Bond

🧡 When Van's not around to influence him his gentle side comes out and he likes nothing more than to take his time with you and please you.

🧡 Soft kisses and gentle nips to your inner thighs over and over until you're trembling in anticipation, your hands buried in his dark curls, trying to manoeuvre and guide him to where you need him the most.

🧡 You whine needily even though you know it'll be worth the wait, laying back against his desk whilst he works you into a seething mass of desire with his teasing touches.

🧡 "Fuck... Sir! I really need you! Please..."

🧡 "Patience love, I've got you," he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over your hot, slick skin as he speaks, making you shiver.

🧡 No one turns him on like you. He swears he could practically come in his pants just from going down on you.

🧡 So when he finally gets to his goal he really goes to town on you, hot wet licks laving up and down your slit, pushing inside whilst his nose bumps up against your clit.

🧡 He really likes drawing it out, thoroughly running his lips and tongue over your most sensitive spots, slowly kissing, licking and sucking until you're shaking uncontrollably below him.

🧡 He loves to feel you pulsing on his tongue as you fall apart, the sensation of you clenching around his fingers as you grind against him, taking what you need.

Ice Cold

💙 Van may be a brutal cold-hearted killer, but there's a softer side to him that lurks underneath all that darkness that only you can draw out.

💙 The man worships the ground you walk on so he's sure as hell going to worship your body.

💙 Even though he likes to take charge in your sexual encounters, he never puts his pleasure before yours. He wants you to need him. You're his and his alone and no one else gets to make you feel this way.

💙 He has the fingers and tongue of a god, and you've never felt a pleasure so intense. He'll spread you wide open, the tip of his tongue circling your bud until your legs are shaking, then he'll move away.

💙 He likes to take his time with you, edge you until your moans and sighs turn needy, the sound of his name falling from your lips like the sweetest music he's ever heard, a soft plea he can't resist.

💙 So he gives in to you, his own personal kryptonite. His tongue laves hungrily over every wet inch of you in hot, searing strokes whilst his slender fingers fuck into you at a torturous pace, making your eyes roll.

💙 You're so wet you're leaking all over the sheets, your hips rising and falling like a wave as you ascend to a heavenly high, crying out as you climax.

💙 "Baby, I swear I could die right now a happy man," he mumbles into your skin as he kisses his way back up your body, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

💙 You feel dazed as he rises up to hover over you and you push his hair back to clearly see his face, taking all of him in.

💙 He looks so pretty like this and he takes your breath away, all his hard edges softened, his eyes clouded with lust and his red lips glistening with your arousal.

Dad Van

💗 You'd thought that having kids would dampen the passion that you and Van shared, that maybe he'd see you more as a mother than a desirable partner.

💗 Turns out you didn't need to worry, in fact watching you birth and nurture his children has just strengthened your bond, not just emotionally, but physically too.

💗 He can't keep his hands off you but you're always wary of the kids catching you, especially your daughter Grace who's a terrible sleeper and has a habit of wandering into your bedroom to get into your bed when she's had a bad dream.

💗 "Not tonight Van," you sigh, trying to twist out of his arms as you hear restless whimpers emanating from the room next door. "Can't you hear Gracie? Sounds like she's having one of her nightmares again."

💗 He pauses to listen but not for long, distracted by how beautiful you look bathed in the moonlight filtering in through a gap in the curtains. "She's still asleep love, we'll be fine."

💗 You go to protest, but your words catch as he dips his head to scatter kisses up and down your neck, sucking gently at your pulse point which he knows drives you wild. "C'mon babe... just a little taste... please..."

💗 And who are you to deny him when he makes you feel so good? So you let him duck under the duvet, rucking up your silky slip and dragging his lips softly over your skin until he settles himself between your spread legs.

💗 He starts off slow, little kitten licks concentrated on your sweet spot, building your pleasure nice and steady, breaking off every once in a while to press featherlight kisses to your inner thighs whilst you catch your breath.

💗 "Ahh Van..." you gasp, hands fisting at the bedsheets as he increases his efforts in tune with your body, wetter, firmer flicks of his tongue on your swollen clit when your body begins to twitch and your hips start to roll.

💗 It feels so damn good you want to scream the house down but of course you can't, screwing your eyes shut and biting down on your lip as the blinding pressure builds in your core...

💗 "Mummy! Daddy! I can't sleep! It's the monsters again!"

💗 Fuck! The urgent cries precede the patter of tiny feet as Grace bursts into your bedroom, eyes wide and brimming with unspilt tears. You scrabble to hoist yourself up awkwardly in bed, knocking Van away in the process.

💗 "It's okay sweetie, there's no monsters, it's just a dream!" You reach out to her but she hesitates, frantic eyes darting away from you and all around the room.

💗 "Where's Daddy?"

💗 Van emerges from under the covers, hair dishevelled, lips swollen and glossy, cheeks flushed scarlet. "I'm here angel! I was just... err... just helping Mummy with something..."

💗 You're in hysterics on the inside as you reach out to give your daughter a comforting hug, watching Van slide carefully out of bed and side-step to the en-suite bathroom to conceal a massive boner.

💗 "I'm just... errr... just going to... umm... take care of something," he mumbles as he goes.

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d-targaryenshoe · 3 years

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Running Of The Good • Jackson Avery

Word count: 1038

Summary: Running from the good feelings is not what you're supposed to do is it?

"You've been avoiding Jackson for a week now, just face your feelings, y/n." Meredith walked next to you, talking quietly. "You did this with Andrew too, you ran from what you felt."

"Correction, Andrew did the same thing to me when i admitted what i felt for him." You squinted your eyes to the blonde next you. "You should do the same with Mc Widow."

"We're talking about Mc Widow?" Amelia caught up with the both of you, her eyes running back and forth from you and Meredith. "A heads up?"

"Pov is that y/n is still running from her feelings for someone called Jackson Avery, that's about it." Meredith shrugged as you rolled your eyes. "She's got it bad though."

"You still haven't pulled him into an on call room yet?" Amelia sounded sort of disappointed as she glanced at you. "The time is ticking off, do you know that?"

"The time that the two of you finally stop bossing me and my feelings around? Well, I hope it ticks of really fast, you two are getting on my last nerve, now i have a patient to talk to." You took the chart out of Amelia's hands, running up to the room.

Opening the door you saw the dark skinned man sitting on the bed while the television was showing the news channel.

"Chester, Amelia had a surgery on her hands, so you'll have to do it with me." You closed the door behind you as the dark man quietly chuckled. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing, just reminiscing all the years i've spend in here with this dirty tumor." The man shuffled himself on the bed. "Just waiting for the moment my heart gives up."

"You're not on your own, you know that." Pressing the sides of the mans forehead, you noticed how he pulled back in pain. "I wasn't even pressing that hard, you did take bed rest right?"

The man looked at you but quickly dodged your stare, turning off the television. "What if i didn't? I'm dying in the end anyways."

"Behavior changes, nothing new, we have those every week." You mumbled as you wrote something down on your chart. "Is there something annoying you?"

The man scoffed, throwing the remote at the end of the hospital bed, crossing his arms at you. "Listen, i'm gay, really gay and terminally ill, you know that, and i hate that you run from the hottest surgeon who admitted that he loves you, are you a woman or what are you? I guess Dr Grey and Shepherd were right."

"Those two eh? They hypnotised you as well? Was it the 'she's so stubborn it's not okay' or the 'try and talk some sense in her'?" Browsing through the medical chart, you waited for an answer of the older man.

"Option one sounded appealing, but it was the second option, actually." He answered, slightly smirking at you when you stared up to him. "I mean it, what is wrong with you, that man is a snack, and that's coming from a gay man."

"He's much more than that, he's determined, amazingly talented, he's there when you need him, an unbelievable single dad.." You pursed your lips when you noticed as you were rambling. "Never mind, you didnt hear a word, no, you did not."

"Honey, you're in love, and that's the only thing you can scream of a roof, it's the most wonderful thing in the world." He smiled, placing his head down on the pillow. "Or when i die? You can scream it out then too, let Seattle know their biggest drag queen died."

"You're so dramatic, but the good kind of dramatic , you keep me on my toes, most of the time." You closed the chart, sitting down on the side of the bed.

"Listen to me, y/n, love is painful and frightening. At times it'll make you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the people in your life. At days it'll makes you selfish as hell or make you say and do things you never thought you would do, been there. Love is what all of us want. But it's heavenly when we get there. So no wonder you're running from something that can flip your world upside down. My mother taught me that if we're born with love then love is about choosing the right person to put it on the line for. People talk about it a lot, meeting the right person, when it feels right it's right. And I'm sure that's true. It takes strength and power to know what's right. But love isn't something that weak people do. You're not weak, so let yourself love."

"So what do i do, do i just run up to him and throw it all out." You frowned, running a hand over your face.

"Yeah." He nodded, pressing on the on button for the tv. "Get out of my room and get him."

"Like i said, behavior changes." You shook your head as you got out of the room, noticing Jackson walking out of the hospital. "Fuck me.."

Dodging the nurses you started to sprint out of the hospital, no watching if there were any cars driving away. "You're gonna keep fucking walking or what?"

You came to a halt when you noticed that Jackson turned around with a shocked frown on his face.

"Cutting things with Jo was probably for the better , because we belong together." You started to slow down your breath, leaning your hands on your knees.

"After you've been avoiding me for a week, i already knew that." He answered, walking towards his car door and throwing his bag inside.

"We're literally each other's person, ever since Mercy West, we're great." You shrugged, shuffling back and forth on your feet.

"We really are." Jackson nodded his head,

"And beside my stubbornness, i guess it's time for me to face that i'm in love with you." You pursed your lips at the blue eyes guy. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

He leaned forward slightly to grab your face in both his hands and kissed your lips, closing his eyes before pulling back. "And it took you seven days."

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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Chapter 4: Communiqué

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Words: 3K

Chapter Summary: After being particularly uncooperative, the team tries to get you to make a statement on your whereabouts during the murders

Warnings: some angst and sadness, fighting, frustrated Hotch

A/N: Just gonna apologize in advance for this one. [And a little side note! Whenever the chapter name comes from a song title or lyrics I'll add the link so you can listen to it, sometimes they inspired what I wrote for each chapter :)]

Communiqué | Dire Straits - Masterlist - Taglist - AO3 Link

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The next morning when you woke up you were dragged again to the interrogation room where someone was already waiting for you.

Expecting it to be Hotch your heart was put to ease, but as soon as you walked in you discovered that wasn't the case. Sitting on the other end of the table, although it was fuzzy, was a man who looked vaguely familiar, you couldn't really place from where at the moment.

His black hair with a few strands of grey here and there was combed back neatly and he had a well-trimmed goatee.

You sat down and Lorraine undid your cuffs and left the room so it was just the two of you. The other man didn't say a word, only looking intensely at you until you raised a brow at him. At least you were expecting some sort of introduction.

"SSA Dave Rossi," he said simply. "I'm with the FBI,"

"Another profiler," you nodded. "Trying to see if I'm psycho?" you joked, only attempting to lighten the mood for yourself.

"Where were you on the days of the murders,"

"You know I have the right to an attorney, can I call him?" you asked.

"He's currently being contacted, now where were you the night of the first murder,"

Morgan, Emily, and JJ were watching the scene unfold in front of them and noticed how immediately closed off you were with Rossi compared to Hotch.

"Maybe try a little harder to gain her trust," Morgan said through his earpiece.

"She knows Hotch, you can use that to your advantage,"

Good for them because you were just about to bring him up.

"Where's Aaron? He said he would be here today," you asked and Rossi shook his head.

"Not here yet, which is why I'm talking to you," he explained. "You've known him a while?" Rossi asked and you nodded. Any information not pertaining to the case you were open to giving. "How long?"

"Since the tenth grade," you said. "First day of the fall semester,"

"You kept in touch after he moved,"

You shook your head. "Not much of a letter writer, plus we were both in law school after we got our bachelors, doubt we would have had time for that,"

Rossi nodded, following your words, studying you carefully.

You were placed quite literally in front of him but you didn't lean away. Your arms rested on the table and you eyed him with the same curiosity he did you.

"What have you told the other people who have interrogated you?' Rossi asked.

"Isn't that in your files?" you asked, tilting your head and moving your hair out of your face.

"I got here late last night, humour me," he shrugged.

"I've only said that I'm not guilty," you said simply. Then you leaned in slightly, looking at him from across the table. "I did not kill those women. I did not kill my best friend. I did not kill my high school teacher and I did not kill my ex-fiance's wife," you said firmly.

"Then why aren't you telling me where the hell you were if you're oh so innocent, you know what that tells me?" he leaned in to meet you closer. "That tells me you're hiding something and you can be goddamned sure I'll find it,"

"Do your worst Dave,"

"Your relationships," he said. "With the victims, you're gonna tell me each one, in detail,"

"Now why would I do that?" you asked, now you were just being difficult, but you felt as if you had earned that right. The police had never been the type to help your family, not in this town at least.

"Because when Aaron gets here he's just going to ask the same questions and it's gonna save us a lot of time and we both know when Aaron asks you something it's hard not to tell him, no? You just fall into old habits and patterns,"

He got you there. It was quite true. If Aaron came in right that minute and asked you the same question you were more than likely to tell him the entire story, in detail.

So, just like he said, you got to telling him, to save some time.

"Who first," you said, settling into your seat, staring at the glass behind, wondering who was looking in on the scene.

"Start with the teacher," he said. "Did you have a good relationship with her,"

"After high school, I had no relationship with her," you said honestly. "But in school, it wasn't good. I was new to town, she always singled me out, bullied me in front of the class on multiple occasions,"

"So you had a reason to dislike her,"

"Yes but my mother raised me right so I respected her as a student should and the second I didn't have to interact with her I didn't,"

"What about this here," he said pointing to a report and pushing it in front of you. You recognized it as the time she had called you in to report you for allegedly stealing her purse which was never found.

"All those charges were dropped," you said flatly. "It happened in my junior year, she just got robbed and I was the first person to blame in her head,"

"And you have an alibi for that?" he asked and you nodded.

"I was looking after my younger siblings at home," you explained. "Maria was seven, Noah was ten, and Sophia was twelve,"

"You remember that in a lot of detail," he said.

"I've had to tell the story before," you shrugged.

"How about the one who married your ex-fiance you said?"

"Nessa?" you raised your brows in a knowing manner and nodded. "I'm not sure if friends is the right word for us, we travel in the same circles," you offered. "She and Matt-,"

"The ex-fiance?"

"Yeah, they were sleeping together behind my back ever since the engagement, Matt kept pushing the wedding and Caroline thought something might be up,"

"Caroline as in Caroline Davidson?"

You nodded again, "I found out shortly after and Matt and I broke off the engagement and now he's married to her," you paused a minute, frowning at your choice of words. "Was... he was married to her,"

"And the last one, Caroline,"

You thought you would be ready to speak about her, but it was still fresh. You had barely had any time to process her death let alone grieve the fact that she was gone, you wouldn't see her again. And the first thing that came from it? You were accused of killing her.

You must have been silent for a while because Rossi was staring at you curiously.

"Sorry," you whispered. "Caroline is," you cringed at the mistake once more. "Was my best friend,"

"Oh," Rossi seemed a little surprised. Given the fact that the other victims had been people you could have very well had a motive to kill, this was different. He could sense the genuineness of your grief.

"We had known each other since I moved here, she lived next door to Aaron," you explained. "We did everything together, even up until now, dinner once a week, we'd get lunches together on occasions, literally the works," you chuckled lightly to yourself. "There's not much to do in Manassas, but we made by with each other's company,"

"Do you miss her?"

What kind of question was that? Do you miss her? Of course, you did. More than you thought it was physically possible to miss her.

"Y-," your voice was caught in your throat as the tears started to build in your eyes, pouring down your face, you nodded, sobs wracking your body. "Y-Yes," you nodded again. "I m-miss her so much and i-it hasn't even been a d-day,"

Rossi nodded and stood up, stopping when she was next to you and offering you a gentle pat on the shoulder before leaving the room to see a very upset-looking Hotch giving Emily and Morgan a firm talking-to.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice that low frustrated gravel it could get when he was mad. "In case you've forgotten I'm the lead on this case and I didn't approve this," he motioned to the room. Quickly stepping inside to see what had happened through the glass, Hotch seemed to be even more furious, almost protective. "You made her cry? Dave, I was working to get her to tell me what happened!"

"She won't do that," Rossi shook his head. "I can guarantee she won't tell you what happened during the murders,"

"How can you be so sure?" it was Morgan to speak up now.

"A feeling," Rossi said simply.

"Well we can't just go off that," Emily sighed. "Hotch, why don't you let Morgan and I talk to her," she suggested. "Look I know you're upset, we went behind your back and you have every right to be mad, but just let us try. You can supervise the whole thing from in there and pull us out if you think it's too much,"

Hotch debated this for a moment, maybe it was a good idea. Emily and Morgan were younger, each had faced their own types of adversity, maybe they could relate in a way, maybe that would get you to open up.

"Fine," he said, taking a deep breath and waving his hand for them to go. "Where are Reid and JJ?"

"Talking to the families," Rossi answered. "Figured you would get them to do that anyway, they went with officer Barnes,"

Lorraine, that was a good choice.

"Okay," Hotch said. "Morgan, Prentiss, be gentle right now, maybe bring her a box of tissues," he suggested and they nodded while the Unit Chief went to grab himself a cup of coffee.

Once Hotch came into the back room with Rossi Emily and Morgan had just entered the room, placing a box of tissues in front of you.

Morgan took the seat while Emily sat on the side of the table.

"Is it worth even asking?" you asked after thanking them for the tissues. "BAU?"

"Yeah," Emily confirmed.

"Have I met everyone on your team yet? Or are there more?"

"Three more," Morgan said, "A communications and media coordinator, another profiler, and a tech analyst,"

You sniffed, blowing your nose and wiping away the remainder of your tears.

Hotch could tell what was going on in their heads, they were going to work around the explicit question before trying to get an answer for it, less head-on, developing trust first before going in.

"Can I ask for your names before we start whatever's coming?" you asked.

"Of course, I'm Emily,"

"And I'm Derek,"

"I'm guessing you already know mine," you said, quite nonchalantly.

"Yeah, Hotch told us,"

"Hotch," you chuckled to yourself. "That sounds so big and serious. But then again Aaron was always big and serious,"

"Really?" Emily asked and Morgan nudged her to try and stay on topic. "Right, sorry," she apologized with a faint laugh of her own.

"We were wondering if you might be able to tell us a bit more about what you might have thought happened,"

That was odd, normally that wasn't the route of questioning taken... at all, ever in the history of questioning. Unless it was sarcastic of course.

"R-Really?" you said, not entirely convinced.

"Well if you can't tell us what happened, or don't want to, could you at least share what you think happened?"

"Umm," you thought about it for a moment, "Well clearly this is causing me a lot of grief," you said. "Maybe someone is trying to frame me, to get back at me for something? I don't know,"

"Do you know of any enemies you might have?" Emily asked.

"In this town? I don't know about enemies," you said honestly. "Yes I didn't always get along with a decent amount of people, but that happens when you're an outsider in a smaller town and in a cliquey neighbourhood at that,"

"So no enemies?" Morgan confirmed.

"I'll have to think about it, it's not really something I choose to bring to the front of my mind,"

"Of course," Emily nodded in understanding.

"Can I ask you a question?"

The two looked at each other and shrugged.

"I don't see why not," Morgan answered.

"Do you think I did this?"

That caught them off guard.

"I'm a lawyer in my thirties, I've lived in this town since I was thirteen, squeaky clean record, even after all the shit that's happened to me. Why would I pick now to kill these people? And why would I kill my best friend while I was at it? Does that make any sort of sense to you?"

You brought up a good point. Why would you have waited this long? And take the life of someone you loved in the process.

"No," Morgan finally said. "It doesn't make sense, but that's why we're here. We make sense of why people do these unspeakable things and if you're not the person who did it then-,"

"I should trust the system right?" you nodded almost in disbelief. "Here, the system is Captain Reilly and whatever he has led the other people in the town to think, so forgive me if I don't trust that,"

"But can you trust us to get to the truth?" Emily asked.

"I don't know... we'll see,"

"And there's no way you're going to tell us what happened the day of the murders?"

"I've been trying to contact my attorney. I would like to consult him first," you repeated, but at this point, you weren't even sure what the point was. Even your lawyer was flaking on you.

"Look what could be so bad that you just don't wanna tell us?" Morgan asked. "You don't have to think the police out there are here to help you but we are," he pointed to himself and Emily. "If you didn't do it then where were you at the time of the murders?"

You leaned back in your chair. Silence echoed against the walls of the room.

Morgan threw up his hands, out of ideas and Emily tapped his shoulder motioning that they should leave.

The room was empty once again.

Back outside, Hotch was growing tired, he had never met someone so unwilling to tell the police their alibi, it made zero sense, but then again, neither did anything else apparently.

He sipped deeply from his coffee cup, the other agents chatting around him and exchanging information with some of the officers.

JJ and Reid had just returned and started a small brief on what they had learnt from the victims' families.

"I think I should go in there again," Hotch said finally after all was said and done.

"Hotch-,"

"No, I'm not taking any suggestions on this," he shook his head.

He wasn't sure why, but something in his gut told him that once he had his go at asking you, you would be ready to talk.

"What makes you think she'll open up?" Morgan asked. "Rossi went, well all Rossi on her, Em and I did the opposite, and we all came out with squat on what happened those three days,"

"That's the problem," he shook his head. "You're not me,"

They stared at him quizzically and he elaborated.

"I don't mean that as I'm a better profiler or could crack an unsub better," he confirmed. "Just in this particular case...she's waiting for me,"

"We'll be my guest," Morgan shrugged and Hotch nodded, placing his cup on the table and grabbing the keys to the interrogation room.

When he opened the door and you saw him come in, you finally relaxed a little, pulling the sleeves of your sweater and wrapping your arms around your legs that were curled up against you.

"Sleep well?" he asked, quick with the formalities as usual.

"I've had better nights," you admitted.

You were waiting for him to take a seat across from you but he didn't, standing in one of the back corners, leaning against the wall.

"Why are you being so secretive," he spat out finally. "You said so yourself there's nothing to fear and yet you keep moving away at every chance you get,"

"Aaron it's not that simple-,"

"Don't you think I know that?" he stressed.

Not we, I.

"It's murder (Y/N), this is the lives of three people that were taken from them, this is potentially your own life on the line why aren't you saying anything?"

Now it didn't seem like an agent was talking to you. This was your friend, your concerned friend and seemingly the only person in the whole world looking out for you to that extent.

With the way he spoke you wondered if he was putting his job on the line, sticking his neck out for you and adamantly believing your innocence.

"I already told you, Aaron, I want to speak to my lawyer," you said firmly. "That's my right,"

"Forget about a goddamn lawyer," he waved his hand, coming to the table and leaning across from you. "I'm a lawyer (Y/N), a prosecutor and a good one too, you know that," his voice was lower than before, almost like he didn't want anyone else to hear what he was saying. "You want legal advice? Tell me where the hell you were so I can get you out of here,"

"Aaron stop it,"

"No, you stop!" he shook his head. "Can you even hear yourself you sound ridiculous, if it was just you maybe I would let this charade go on, but you have people (N/N)," the nickname slipped so easily from his lips and your heart clenched at the sound of it. "You have a family who cares deeply about you and if you're innocent you need to go home to them,"

"Aaron I can't-,"

"(Y/N) please stop fighting with me!" he begged. "Just say it! Say where you were!"

"Alright!" you shot up out of your seat, hands slamming into the table. "You wanna know where I was? I don't know,"

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Know Your Place

Summary: Christopher Jamal Evans puts your ass in place.

Chris Jamal Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, aggressive behavior (nothing serious), mentions of cheating, implied smut, degrading.

This is based off of Barbershop: The Next Cut with Terri, Rashad, and Draya, with their whole situation😂.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here."

"Fine!" You rush around to your car door and slam it shut once you get inside. You watch Chris go to his, also slamming it shut but not for the same reason as you. You were more so the reason.

Starting the car and driving off with him right on your tail, you turn the music up to drown out the many cars that honk at your recklessness and poor wheel skills. If only they knew, they would be acting just like you.

You had come over to the building where Chris was shooting a movie with his female costar, Melanie. You absolutely despised her because she often came onto Chris. Both infront of you and when you weren't around. Of course he shot her down every time because he knows better. He knew you weren't the one to be played with.

But today, when you didn't see him as soon as you walked inside the shoot, you scan the room for Melanie. Not seeing her either, you began to roam around through the halls. You look in a room and see his stuff on a couch inside. You walk into the room calling his name.

"Chris? Baby, where you at?" You check in the bathroom and its empty. "Boy, I got your nasty seafood salad. Where the hell are you?" You scan the room one more time before smacking your lips and heading to the door.

Chris was in the closet changing when Melanie came in trying to feel up on him. He was getting ready to finally cuss her out, but he heard you yelling for him and so he freaked, shutting the door. He specifically told her not to make a sound and she followed orders, up until the last minute.

As you hit the threshold, you hear something hit the floor. The sound seemed to have come from the closet. You pause, scared at first because it was evident that no one was in the room except you. But then you grow suspicious because Chris and that bitch were both missing. You turn around slowly and stalk towards the door.

Chris was fuming when she knocked the box over, but then started to freak when he heard you walking over to the closet door. He gave her the look with a mix of panic and 'I'm gonna fucking kill you'. He sees the door handle turn and prepares for your wrath because you damn sure were gonna give it to him.

You open the door and there was your man and Melanie. Her hands were covering her mouth, eyes wide. Your eyes relocate to Chris and his shirt was halfway on his torso. He clambers to get it fully in, stepping towards you and away from her.

"Babe, just listen and you'll understand everything. She came in while I was changing and-" he doesn't get a chance to finish, for your voice overpowered his.

"You got five seconds to explain to me what the fuck you're doing." You hand is still on the door, not planning on letting them out the closet just yet. Chris was confused, but discerned that you weren't talking to him. You were talking to Melanie. He looks back at her and she was now biting her nail, clearly anxious.

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want any problems." She is trying to be straight about it, but her voice is fastened with fear. She knew exactly what you were capable of and she still is trying to bullshit you.

"You don't want want no problems? You've been trying to sleep with my man since the first day you found out you were working with him!" You must look like boo boo the fool for her to think she was pulling this shit on you.

"And as for you Christopher," you turn towards him, jabbing your finger in his chest, "what the hell are you thinking? Are y'all just lying to me and actually messing around?" You had no problem whooping both their asses.

"Y/N no! Listen, she came inside the closet while I was changing and I was going to kick her out, but I heard you coming and I just...freaked out." He's trying to dissolve the situation, but is only making it worse.

"You instead of coming out, you decide to stay in there with her? You see how this is worse right? You're just giving her the benefit to think she could even get with you. This is entertainment for her. Don't you realize that?" Now your hand was off the door and balled into a fist because you were 2.5 seconds from losing it.

"Baby, I was going to put my foot down this time. I know its long overdue, but I didn't want any issues with the people I work with. And I should've realized how unfair that was to you. I'm sorry. But don't think I would ever cheat on you." He grabs your arm and pushes you back so he could get out the closet.

"Yeah, you damn right. All this could've been avoided. She's harassing you. You need to report her ass!" You snag your arm away from him and point back at her, who's now trying to ease out of the closet. You catch her and she runs off, you not far behind. You damn sure were not a runner, but you were going super sonic right now.

She turns down she same way you came to find them and Chris is right on your ass too. You guys get to the front of the building and you lunge for her, but no contact was made for Chris had you in a hold. You brawl against his wide chest and eventually give up when he doesn't let go.

People are watching in absolute shock and some even were laughing their asses off. It would've been even funnier if Chris had let you get one hit in. Of course that didn't happen since he scooped you up with minimal effort.

"Y/N chill! Stop, you're making a fucking scene!" He grabs on your flailing arms, yanking them back.

"I don't give a shit! Let me get her. Just one good time," you plead and scream at the same time. He literally drags you away outside with great struggle since you weren't giving in. When he got you out there, you accepted your defeat and he let you go, watching you extra closely in case you pulled a fast one.

"You should've let me get her! Why the hell you stop me?!" He runs his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated and very much embarrassed. But you could care less. She needed her ass whooped.

"It's not worth it. We need to go now!"

"I don't have to go anywhere!" You could give less of a fuck if the onlookers labeled you as 'the angry black woman'. Because infact, you are a black woman. And damn right you were angry.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here!"

"Fine!"

After reminiscing over the lovely previous moments, you pull up at your even lovelier home. You hop out the car and open the gate. Walking back to the car you peek and see Chris with his arm against the window, leaning on it and watching you. For sure he had a headache by now.

Instead of pulling up all the way into the driveway, you park at the end, leaving no room for Chris to drive in.

"Really? Pull all the way in!" You sit for a minute with your arms crossed for a bit of rebellion before complying like a child. Only because you didn't want to walk the extra way to the door of course. When you park again, Chris pulls in and gets out to shut the gate.

You were already unlocking the door and stepping in, but before you could slam it in his face, he was right behind you. You toss the keys and kick off your shoes.

"Where are you going?" You hear him call from the front of the house.

"None of your business." You were just going to the fridge to get your pineapple juice. You drink it almost every single day. And you definitely needed some right now.

"Okay we need to discuss what the fuck just happened. What the hell was that Y/N?" He's standing across the kitchen island from you staring in anger.

"Well for one, I caught you in a closet half naked with that bitch after I called your name repeatedly. Then she's playing in my face and you're trying to defend her! You really need an explanation for my actions, Chris?" You close the bottle and slam it on the counter.

"Look Y/N, I explained to you what happened. I am sorry. I knew that if I had came out that closet with her, you'd still react the same way, probably even worse. I was literally fearing for my life, no joke." He puts his hands up in surrender. You almost laugh.

"I rather you just have came out and told me straight up. Yeah, I would be mad of course. Who wouldn't? But you made it more difficult yourself." You still have an attitude and even though he apologized, you still wanted to be mad.

"Baby, I tell you you're beautiful everyday. Why? Because I want you to know that no other woman could ever be at the level you are for me. I want you to know that you're the only one I see and there isn't anyone else for me." He's now standing infront of you, his 6'0 figure imposing over your frame.

You can't and won't lie that those words had you in your feels. You swear, Geminis really are sweet talkers. You could've gave in right then. But not just yet.

"You sound like a real bitch right now." You fold your arms and look at him with testy eyes. You slightly regret saying that because what he said was genuine. But who are you without some back talk?

His eyes go caliginous. You've only seen this a one time when you've stepped out of line with him. Your big mouth could argue for days, but you never held a grudge. You kind of forced yourself to keep going as if you were still upset. Stubborn was an understatement.

You scratch your straightened hair nervously before flattening it back down. You internally hope it wasn't obvious that you lamented what you had just said.

"I already apologized to you and explained what happened. Now you can be mature and we can have a real conversation or you can be childish and act like you're still upset and we can end it right here." He steps closer to you, if that's even humanly possible. "But this is will be the first and last time you call me a bitch. Got it?"

He's breathing heavily on your face. If only you could see your face right now. It would read shock, with a bit of fear. He never checked you like this and let you get away with a lot. But this right here, was well deserved. But the way he's over you and his voice lowering with a sharp tone had you...turned on.

Something about him putting you in place made you wet and excited. All the fear had vanished almost immediately. You finally respond.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding your head. "I'm sorry." Your eyes remained on him looking up through your lashes nibbling your lip. If only you knew what it was doing to him.

The sight of your body go automatically submissive to him after he got firm with you threw him in a complete frenzy. He was dominant most times, but you had many moments where you didn't back down to a challenge and took the lead. You not clapping back and apologizing threw him off a slight bit, but did not disappoint him. It turned him on.

"Good girl." He grabs your arm, spins you around so that your back is turned to him and bends down next to your ear.

"Go into the room, take off everything but your panties and lie on the bed. Mkay?" He moved his hands behind your arm to your lower back. You might as well save yourself the embarrassment and take off your panties too because once he sees the tropical storm, it's a wrap burrito. But you nod your head in compliance.

He gives you a smack on the butt and pushes you forward. You walk the rest of the way to the room and follow his exact orders. You remove every clothing item except the saltwater cloth covering your most needy part. You lay on the bed and wait for him.

He comes in a few moments later and eyes you down, making sure you followed his instructions. Of course you would. He stands in front of the bed and starts to remove his clothes. The entire time his eyes alternate from your body to your eyes. It made you nervous, but still excited.

"I'm very much used to your little tantrums and what not, but there's a limit. And when you pass that limit and step out of line, you need to be taught a lesson." He's in just his briefs by the end of his sentence and crawls in the bed.

You adjust yourself onto your back, shamelessly welcoming him to help himself to you. He positions in between your legs and lowers his face to yours, lips gliding against yours and pulling back when you try to kiss him. You pout and he smirks a little.

"Tell me what you want, honey" he whispers as he rubs up your leg to your thigh, grazing his fingers against your soaked panties. Just when you thought you couldn't get any wetter. Damn.

"I want you to touch me. Please." Your hands are gripping the sheets just thinking about his hands on your body. You completely forgot about messing up your hair as you throw your head back when he starts circling his fingers on your clit.

"I'm starting to think that this isn't very punishing for you, sweetheart." He picks up pace and reaches for your boob, kneading it full in his palms. "You seem to really be enjoying it. A little too much."

You weren't even listening to him, only chasing your orgasm, rolling your hips against his forceful touch. You successfully make it a few seconds to cumming before he snatches his finger away. You pick your head up right away, looking appalled.

"Why'd you stoooop?" you whine out. He looks at you innocently.

"Hmm that's just something us bitches like to do." Before you could respond, he flips you over and smacks your right cheek. "These have been on way too long." He pulls your panties off quicker than Pietro Maximoff. Tossing them to the floor, he starts his teasing.

"Damn, Y/N. All this is for me? If this doesn't tell me you loved the beginning of your lesson, I don't know what does."

He drags his fingers through your wet lips, coating them with your wetness. He brings his hands to his face to taste the mess you made for him.

"Hmm. That pineapple juice is kicking in fast."

The entire time he's talking, you're moving around coding him to stop teasing you and do something to make you feel good.

"You really are a desperate whore, huh?" You moan in the sheets in agreement. You were never into name calling, but it was something with Chris that made you love it.

He lowers down to your pussy, breathe frisking over it. You shiver and wait for him to start.

"As much as both you and I would love this, you don't deserve it. So ass up." You internally start cursing him out, calling him all things forbidden. But you comply and slightly lift your lower half.

Chris gets directly behind you and lines up with your entrance. When did he even take his briefs off? You inhale sharply at the contact and moan as he slips inside you with little to no effort. He fills you quick, starting his thrusts right away.

Your left cheek is against the mattress and both hands are gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- fuck!"

"How's it feel baby?" He asks you, going deeper at every thrust back inside you. Between the loud claps of your bodies, your pornographic moans and the sounds of your WAP, he knew the answer.

"It feels so good Chris" you manage to get out between breathes that were suddenly hard to take. You suddenly get a hard slap on your right cheek, making you squeal.

"That's not my name." You quickly correct yourself.

"Sorry..Daddy."

"Look at this" he starts thrusting faster, both of you not far from climax.

"Just an hour ago you were bitchin' about me and now you're basically grovelling at my feet. You can barely make a word. I guess I'm not such a bitch now, huh? " He locks your arms behind you and you automatically lift your ass up further, helping him slide in you even easier.

"No Daddy, I'm s-sorry." He groans and grabs a fistful of your hair and leans down to your ear. Normally you would be pissed because he touched your hair, especially since it was just done. But you could give less of a damn right now.

"Yeah I bet you are. Would a bitch be fucking you like this? Hm?" He pounded into you hard at every word. Your face in the mattress, you let out a scream that would have the neighbors dialing 911.

"No, baby- oh GOD" you yell, right at your peak. Just a couple more thrusts away and you were gone. Chris recognized that yell. He wanted to send you off right.

"Go ahead and cum for me baby. But just remember,"

He was right behind you and close himself.

"No matter how smart you get with me, at the end of the day, you're always gonna be a little slut for me." The last 4 words sent you over the edge and you cum all over him. He doesn't fall short and fills up the rest of you.

"Fuuuck" he let's out as his seed spills inside you.

His body collapses next to you and you find the energy to move your body. You turn and look at him with this dumb smile on your face. He reciprocates with the same dumb smile and pats down your hair. You slap his arm, turning your nose up at him.

"Ow. Why'd you do that for?" He rubs his now red arm.

"That's what you get for messing up my hair. You're gonna give me money to get it done again." Remembering, you hit his arm again.

"Baby, what the hell?"

"That's for also making me leave my pineapple juice out the fridge."

Idek what I was doing here 😭 This is the kind of stuff I daydream about, but it never looks as good written out 🥴

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parkjimin1010smuts · 3 years

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person.

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary. It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow.

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning. I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!” you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation. When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

Thank you so much for reading 💜

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takehismoneybb · 3 years

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Bakugou with drunk affectionate S/O

Summary: you and your boyfriend Bakugou are in a party and maybe you've had a little too much to drink

Spicy fluff??? All is innocent

Note: all characters are older, mature and of legal drinking age

Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Bakugou was already upset because you wore that revealing outfit. It's not like he made you change but he definatly made some comments about it. He was a bit upset anyone at the party can get a clear look at your curves. From the start he was on edge about everything.

It was a hero party. It wasn't huge. A party of like 50 people. The minute you entered the place you b lined the dance floor. Grouped your girl group and had a blast at the center of the party just dancing along with some other people.

Bakugou didn't mind. He already knew you'd do that. He was used to it. Instead he found his own group of friends with Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki, Denki and a few more. The group of them found a sofa to sit around and drink some beer. It was a big round circle-like sofa and in the middle there stood a table.

Some time goes by and he's wondering where you are. He noticed some of your friends were coming towards the guys table but you never came.

He had a beer but barely drank at all.

At this point it's been a long while and he starts to really worry. He excuses himself and looks around. More people had gathered and it was quite a big party. Squishing through the rave of people he starts getting frustrated.

Finally in a corner under the stares he finds you dumb drunk. Mina was there with you trying to get you to get up and go home but you were simply ignoring her

- Mina, darling, think you can get me more of that frizzy magic juice?

You winked at her

You were a mess on the floor. Your skin tight dress all wrinkled up almost exposing you.

Mina looks up front to see Bokugou just standing there. She spoke out

- Bakugou, thank god you're here. I think she had one too many drinks.

Bakugou just stood there in pure awe. How did you even manage to get this wasted in such a short time. He was more amazed than anything but eventually he became more frustrated. The biggest thing pissing him off is that most of your skin is showing while you're just wasted on the ground. He walked towards the two of you trying to pick you up.

- STOP

You screamed

- I don't want to be carried. I'm gonna... puke...

- Ugh

He was so annoyed.

- Dumbass, why'd you drink so much then?

- Mina and I are going to the ladies room, right?

You looked at her with a look of hope and desperation. She replied

- Ummm... yeah... we need to freshen up...?

You picked yourself up wobbling away with Mina. Bakugou stood there with his hands in his pockets just confused. You had never gotten this drunk before. He wanted to be mad but he knew it'd just cause a ruckus.

He got back to the table he was sitting previously only to see you already there. Mina as well.

- What the hell, idiot. Didn't you say you need to go to the-

- Shhhhh

You cut him off carrying yourself from the table to him. You wrapped your arm around his neck and the other on his collar. You pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.

He was so flustered and shocked. A blush on his cheek. The whole sofa was looking at the two of you and that only added to Bakugou's embarrassment.

Midoriya nearly chocked on his drink and the others were just shocked. They knew the two of you were together but y'all were never one for PDA.

You pulled away and looked passionately into his eyes completely oblivious to the staring eyes.

- What the hell are you doing, dumbass?!

He whispered but like .. loudly... he can't whisper.

- Your still gonna call me that? Maybe I'll just have to show you who's really the dummy here-

- That's enough, - he was so embarrassed, - were going home.

- Like hell we aren't. I'm not done here yet

He was so irritated and flustered. Looking angry.

- I said we're going home.

He was literally dragging you from the party away from the main room and away from all your friends. You fought back for freedom. After you got the littlest window to flee you cupped his hands and pinned him to the closest wall.

- I thought I told you I'm not done?

A greedy and flirtatious look on your face. He got so flushed.

- What's with you?

He had never seen you this drunk before.

- Why are you so forward and loud?

- Your about to be the loud one here.

-WHAT

He was confused. He thought you had insulted him. You tightened your grip pulling yourself closer to him. He was very pressed, flustered and frustrated. Then you spoke

- I wanna hear those cute moans of yours

- Y/N!!!

You cut him off with a kiss. One hand still holding his hands above pressed towards the wall. The other on his chin pulling him deeper in the kiss.

It was hard for him to pull back but eventually he freed himself of your lips and your hands. He switched the both of you and pinned you towards the wall.

- You need to think about what your saying, BABE

He sounded aggressive and frustrated and hot......

As he got closer you looked deeper and deeper into his eyes. It became like a silent war of who can hold this gaze longer. Eventually he started to become flustered and annoyed because he knew he's losing.

- Ugh what do you want, dumbass

He grunted

- I want.........you -

Your head fell on his shoulder. You finally knocked out, fast asleep. Safe to say you left Bakugou a mess. He took a few seconds to collect all of you on his back before taking you back home.

In the morning you claimed you remember nothing... but you remember it all... "I'm never drinking again" you say to yourself.

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komaeda-writings · 3 years

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Hajime, Nagito, and Fuyuhiko with an S/O who’s scared of spiders

Requested by: Anon!

CWs: Swearing, mentions of g/n and sword, food, spiders, pet names

PLS i literally hate spiders </3

also this might be a lil repetitive...

Hajime

You shivered as you felt the fear upon you. "BABE!!! COME HERE PLEASE!!!" You shouted as you crawl to the corner end of the bed, ready to jump away if the spider reached you. "BABE!! PLEASE!! COME QUICKLY!!!!" You tried to find something to smack it with, so you decided to grab the bedside lamp.

After school, you and Hajime decided to chill in his house. And so here you were, scrolling through your phone, laying on his bed while waiting for him. He's currently cooking food for the both of you after a tiring day at school.

You were just humming a tune, feeling happy because it has been a while since you both hang out! But that happiness has come to a stop due to a predicament...

There was a spider. Near the door and nearing the bed.

Hajime barged into the room, holding a pan, ready to smack the living shit out of someone. "Babe, I'm here. What's wrong? What happened? Is there a burglar or something? Are you okay?" He bombarded you with questions, slightly panicking. "THE-THERES A-A SPIDER O-OVER THERE..!" You managed to stutter out as you pointed the lamp, that you were holding, towards the spider.

He looked at where you were pointing and sighed. "I thought it was something serious! Don't worry babe, I'll go get a cup and try to get it out," He chuckled as he attempted to go get a cup. "NO! PLEASE STAY! IT'S COMING TOWARDS ME! KILL IT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!" He scratched his head and then just nodded in response. He was gripping on the pan so that he can hit and kill the spider right away.

He slowly approached it, looking at you seriously. 'Are you ready?' He mouthed in which you nodded. He was about to hit it but then it jumped on his shoulder which made him scream and jumped up and down. You also screamed and hid yourself in the blankets.

The spider left without either of you noticing while the both of you kept on screaming and panicking.

Nagito

It was just a normal day, or so you thought.

You were preparing yourself as you've got a date somewhere with your boyfriend, Nagito. It's been a while since you both hang out like this, since you've both been busy with things.

'Huh, Nagito's pretty early today,' You thought as you heard him calling your name outside, followed by a knock.

"I missed you so much, my love!" He immediately greeted once you opened the door. "I missed you too, Nagito! But um, can you wait for a bit? I'm a little slow when it comes to preparing," You chuckled, inviting him inside. "Ah, sorry, my hope! I shouldn't have gone early... I'm sorry you have to rush yourself for a sc-" "Nonono, baby, don't finish that sentence! I love you, alright? And I really don't mind that you're early!" You hugged him, "Now, I'll be quick, alright? Go make yourself at home!"

You quickly ran up to your room and did your thing. After you finished, you looked at yourself in the mirror, checking if you forgot something. You were supposed to grab your purse/bag on your bed until you saw it. A spider. A big one too.

You were stuck in place, afraid to move as if you did, it might run towards you, and you're definitely not dealing with that! IT'S ALREADY MOVING SLOWLY TOWARDS YOU OH GOD

So you thought of something that might help you. "N-NAGITO!!!!!!" You cried loudly, hoping he would be able to help you with this 'problem'. You heard shuffling and falling (?) when your loving boyfriend finally burst through the door.

"My hope? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" He immediately ran towards you and holds you, seeing your scared, semi-frozen state. "I-i'm fine... It's just that... S-spider..." You stuttered, eyes never leaving the unwanted insect that lays on your purse/bag.

Nagito followed your line of sight, chuckling as he scooped the spider with his bare hands... HE SCOOPED THE SPIDER WITH HIS BARE HANDS? WHAT?

"You mean this little guy?"

You watched as he set the spider out through your window, the smile never leaving his beautiful face. "Well, it's gone now, my hope! Ah, I'm gonna go wash my hands..."

"Please... How the hell did you manage to hold that spider?" You leaned on the doorway of the bathroom, watching Nagito wash his hands as he smiled at you softly through the mirror. "I don't really know, S/O, but it's gone now! You don't have to worry about it anymore! Ah, do you want me to wash your purse/bag as well?"

"O-oh! No need, babe! Anyways, are you ready for the date? I think we should just go and leave this house... Maybe more spiders reside somewhere... here..." You shivered at the thought as Nagito held your hand (with his now clean hands), leading you outside your house.

Needless to say, despite that spider incident, all went well with your date!

Fuyuhiko

It was the day of your anniversary. You and Fuyuhiko thought to go have dinner on his private yacht. Well, it was his idea to do it on his yacht while you only wanted to have dinner on a fancy restaurant or something. He said that he'll pick you up at night. So you prepared yourself. You wore the the best clothes that you had and made sure you smelled expensive.

It was almost time for him to come and as if on cue, the doorbell rang when you finished. You were about to answer but you completely forgot fixing you hair so you went in front of the mirror and was about to fix it. But you were stuck frozen upon what you saw...

There's a spider. Right in front of you. On the mirror.

You couldn't move because of fear and could only shout for Fuyuhiko. "B-BABE!!! FUYU!!! PLEASE COME INSIDE A-AND COME UPSTAIRS!!! RIGHT NOW!!" You shouted as loud as you could while being stuck in place, looking at the spider while it also probably looks back straight at you.

You heard loud and fast footsteps coming from your back and shouting. "S/O?! S/O?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" "I-INSIDE M-MY RO-OM!! PLEASE HURRY!!!" Fuyuhiko then rushes towards your room then holds both of your shoulders. He then dragged you backwards outside of your room and took cover while holding out a gun. Where'd he get that, no one will know ig

He then whistled to which made Peko dash inside your room to scan the room. "Are you okay? What happened? Did someone tried to kidnap you? Or assassinate you? Tell me who it was." Fuyuhiko bombarded you with questions while you try to process what's happening. You were still shocked and afraid because of one event after the other. You took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. You then explained to him what happened.

He burst into fits of laughter because of it.

"Are you shitting me? A fucking spider? C'mon S/O, it's just a little bug. Why are you afraid of it?" He continued laughing while you pouted. "Fuck you! Some people are afraid of them, okay?! I know I'm not the only one!" You defended yourself while he kept on laughing.

As you scolded and continued shouting at your boyfriend, Peko then came out, holding her sword, staring at it and not paying attention to the both of you. You were both confused because of how she was behaving. "Um... Peko? What happened?" She suddenly snapped out of it and looked at Fuyu and you. "Oh, young master. There were no threats at the area. I scouted them just like what you said."

"Oh, it's fine, Peko. It was a misunderstanding, you see S/O here was ac-" he was about to chuckle when he suddenly saw a spider at the tip of Peko's sword. He was completely frozen and couldn't finish his sentence. "P-peko? Wha-what the f-fuck is tha-that?"

"Oh this? I saw it on the mirror. I thought it was cute so I tried to catch it, but to my surprise, it actually went and jumped on my sword."

"Co-cool, can you uh. Please make it go away now. Like right now. Now, now. Now!" You were confused as to why Fuyu was acting this way when you realize something. "Peko, can you please come here for a sec? I wanna ask you something..." Even though you were scared shitless, you still tried to remain calm. Fuyu then looked at you then at Peko with terror in his eyes. He slowly backed away as Peko approached both of you. As she approached you, the spider suddenly jumped off the sword and came running towards you. You were about to scream when you felt a sudden tug on your wrist. You looked at who was pulling you and saw Fuyu running for his life and shouting "PEKO!!! PLEASE MAKE IT FUCKING STAY AWAAAYYYY!!!!!"

The both of you rushed towards the car while Peko was confused, holding the spider due to what happened. Though it became a disaster, the date went well but you kept on teasing Fuyu the whole night and Peko made a new pet! You and Fuyuhiko wasn't fond of him though but if it makes her happy then you both let her be.

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mrsackermanx · 3 years

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18+ minors do not interact.

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: [Name] and Jean lose themselves in an unexpectedly tender moment, right in the heat of summer...

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.9k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Praise kink, Sex, Soft Sex, Injured Jean, Creampie.

"Owwww fuck [name]!" You gasp in horror as you see a dark red shadow bleeding through the arm on Jeans shirt, blood dripping from his upper arm. From the pressure of you falling clumsily down of the tree, via your ODM, you've sliced all up his arm in your path.

"Fuck Jean I'm so so so so sorry! Does it hurt?!"

"Ahh of course." he says pretending to be mad for a moment.

"But it's fine idiot, you better be the one to patch me back up when we get back though. You know all things considered..."

You felt super guilty, he was wincing slightly and it looked painful to, you lean against him and wrap your arms around his torso, muttering a string of sorrys, his eyes soften as he looks down at you and sees how worried you are, but of course he has to tease you some more.

"She's a menace Captain!" he yells over to Captain Levi, who sighs and shakes his head at you both, while Hange laughs.

"I'm sorry." you say again for the umpteenth time.

"And I promise I will take full care of you when we get back....princess." you laugh, leaning up and flicking his forehead playfully.

"Are they?-" asks Levi to Hange, watching this display, as Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Connie and Sasha watch and laugh at the two of you.

"Nah it's just, them." chuckles Eren.

"I don't think it's anything romantic, but I know you've been giving them our good pencils Moblit!" says Hange they all laugh as he shakes his head and smiles.

"But they both enjoy drawing together, it's sweet."

"You done scowling now Horseface?" you nudge, still leaning against his chest.

"You're going to make it up to me...so yes." he leans down and whispers sexily in your ear, the base of his voice causing a throb between your legs to emerge, his hand tracing down to the small of your back, teasingly close your ass.

"Erm y-yeah I said I would." you say back nervously, in all honesty, were you attracted to Jean? Yes. We're you a little in love with him? Spending hours sketching together until sunset...sketching each other, talking, laughing, sharing secrets.

Yes.

But is he really saying what you think he is?

"No I mean..." He leans and whispers into your ear once more, you chomp your teeth down onto your bottom lip, crossing your thighs together, gripping his torso tighter, he looks down and smirks slightly seeing you flustered.

"Gimme one of your pencils and I'll really forgive you.”

"You asshole." you laugh pulling away from him and pushing him slightly, your cheeks blushing bright red from what you thought he was implying. He grabs his arm and whimpers out an exaggerated ouch-

"Ugh fine I'll think about it." you sigh, as you both walk over to your horses.

*****************

When you get back you both go straight to Jeans room.

"Fucking hell it's hot in here." you moan as he pushes open the door and you enter. The room is so full of his scent though, so it makes up for it.

"Ahhh I know right, it's the worst in the summer."

"Mmm I can imagine." you agree, going over to his desk and hovering your hands over his drawings.

"So...you gonna patch me up then-bully."

"Well I dragged your whiny ass here didn't I? Sit down over there then."

He sits crossed legged on his floor and you join him, setting down the first aid supplies you'd grabbed from the infirmary.

"Well take your shirt off." You feel yourself blushing, but try to shake it off. He looks at your shirt as he removes his, it's covered in blood and lightly damp from the summer heat, it looks uncomfortable and tight.

"Little help?" You swallow the lump in your throat and lean over and help him pull it off his slightly injured arm, he winces as you do it until you finally tug it off, your eyes casting over his frame and latching onto his perfect muscly form.

Fuck.

His chest -perfectly toned, his skin golden, soft,and silky and glistening-

"[Name], it is hot as fuck in here, you should take yours off to, if you want to." he says gently, but with a slight smirk.

Huhhhh?

"Ahh piss off I know I look sweaty okay. But ahhh Jean it's because your so hot." you laugh sarcastically, earning a chuckle from him, you both often joke like this, but the sexual tension in the room is growing shamelessly thick, and fast.

She looks hot.

"Well I'm not gonna be the only one this vulnerable [name]." he chuckles punching your shoulder with his good arm playfully.

He senses your stalling, "But of course if you don't want to I won't force you or anything stupid." He says softly, changing his tone.

"Ahh don't be silly." you say, your heart melting at him, what was the harm you are seriously hot, you remove your white shirt and reveal your skin under it, you watch as his jaw clenches. His eyes try to discreetly scan you but fail, his eyes plastered to your breasts in your rosy coloured bra, your skin looks so soft he wants to kiss it-explore it-

"Gawp much horse boy!" you tease, setting out the supplies and starting your first aid.

"Not every day I get a half-naked nurse what can I say." he winks grinning.

"You dick." you giggle, cleaning the cut and now beginning to sew it up.

"This is going to hurt but you're already doing so well okay." you soothe. He blushes as his eyes can't help but fixate on your half naked body, you look so good right now and he wants to take your bra of so bad.

"You're good at this." he gulps, feeling half of his dick beginning to harden, praying you won't notice it. You lean closer as you work, your boobs brushing his arm, making him let out a soft gasp.

"Ahh who knew you could be so nice." he blurts out, trying to distract himself from how turned on he's getting. You look up and glare at him and continue, he smiles looking at you, truthfully Jean had been in love with you for a while.

“All done." You smile, patting his leg gently, he almost looks disappointed?

"Ahh wait you're hairs a fucking mess. Ahh-" you say noticing his hairbrush on his drawers.

"Can I brush it?"

"Mmm.”

"Well I did tell you I was going to give you full princess treatment ay." you giggle, earning a sheepish smile from Jean.

He's being quiet for once?

You grab his hairbrush and sit kneeling in front of him, awkwardly leaning forwards to brush his hair, steadying yourself by resting a hand on his shoulder as your boobs bounce with every brush stroke, making his mind fill with dirty thoughts.

Fuck where do I look right now?

Did I just almost see her nipple? Fuck I'm too hard

"Hmm wait." He's sitting crossed legged so you get on his lap and straddle his thighs, you sit your crotch on top of his and feel his dick beneath you but ignore it, even as you rock back and forth against it as your body moves with every pass through his tawny brown locks. His teeth were fully gritted now, he was finding this really hard, feeling your warmth rub against him especially. And plus your boobs are literally in his face. Fuck fuck fuck.

He thought it couldn't get any worse you might definitely notice until-

"Oh my god [name] please not there.", he sighs,frowning and clamping his eyelids shut, like he was in pain. You'd placed your free hand on his inner inner thigh to steady yourself while you brushed through a particularly stubborn knot at the back of his hair.

"What? I'm just brushing your hair silly, hey I got knots to-" you say innocently before.

"Ohhhh." you both laugh, you could feel a huge boner under you now, poking against you, you rest your face against his chest, he looks so good right now, and you can feel the ripples and definition of his chest and stomach against yours and it's making you shiver. He reaches his hand out and strokes your hair as your breathing hitches against him, you wrap your arms around his torso and start to lightly stroke his back as you feel his soft breaths grazing your scalp as his chin rests in your hair.

"[Name]?”

"Mm?" you mumble pulling away and looking up at him, your cheeks are surely completely blushed right now, and you really didn't want him to see.

"You're so cute." he whispers, lightly lifting your face to his by your chin with a light pull of his finger.

"Don't mock me-" Your words are cut off when he reaches down and greets your lips, his lips are soft and make every part of your body tingle and ignite. He moves his face slowly with yours, allowing your tongues to knead together, his hand stroking tenderly at your cheek, as your lips said what your words couldn't.

You reach down and begin eagerly undoing his trousers.

'Mm wait." he pants, pulling away from the kiss, he reaches a hand around to your back and unclasps your bra, letting it fall down your torso before ripping the troublesome garment of both of your arms, and throwing it across the room triumphantly. He marvels at the sight before him,

"You're beautiful."

"Jean-"

His lips race to explore your pretty breasts-quieting you, your heart races as he kisses every part of skin on your chest, fondling your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking and kissing them. You let out soft little whimpers as he explores you, feeling his smirk against your chest.Your straddling thighs weaken and he gently pushes you down onto the floor, so his body is now towering above yours.

He follows down your torso with kisses, his hands grabbing on to your breasts, before pulling your trousers and underwear down and off.

He starts kissing upwards on your thighs, getting closer and closer, you feel a little self conscious and clamp your legs together, covering your face.

"No [name] let me make you feel good. Oh but I want to see you when i do though." he says sexily coming back up to your face and pinning your arms down and away your face, before kissing you again.

"Don't hide your face."

He follows back down and grabs on to your hips, wasting no time he runs a flattened tongue over your pussy.

"Damn." he groans, his eyes rolling back as he pulls away and sees a string of your clear slick wetness coming from your walls through his half lidded eyes.

"You're so sweet."

"Jean f-fuck." you moan.

"Yes that's it, moan for me." He dives his face back in between your legs, sucking at your clit powerfully grinning at your arching back, and your clenched fists finding refuge in his hair. He gets two of his fingers and massages them over your clit and opening while his tongue joins.

"Do you want me to put these in?" he grunts sexily.

"Yes-please." you pant back, he begins thrusting his fingers into you, they're so long and flexible and reach so far in they find your spot instantly. He uses them just right, the most perfect come hither motions stroking inside of you gently, while his mouth slurps and slips on your clit.

"Is this- feeling good for you?" he asks looking up at you, making you whimper seeing his face between your legs like this, his honey brown eyes looking up into yours.

"So good Jean- please don't stop."

"Oh I won't." he groans, lapping up more of your wetness with his tongue as he focuses on your clit and his fingers to bring you closer and closer to climax , until you clamp your thighs around him, your walls tightening around his fingers as you explode, feeling a rush of your warm cum melting down his fingers. You lay there breathless, your body lightly shaking from the intensity. He removes his fingers and sucks them clean, making you throb at the sight while he let out little mewls of satisfaction to your taste.

He looks up at you with his beautiful eyes again, you struggle to hold his gaze,

"You want more right? Cos I do." he smirks.

"Yeah I do." you blush reaching down to undo his trousers, he moves your hand away pinning it back above you.

"No no I mean, I want to do that again." he says softly, pushing you back down.

"Is that okay?" he asks glancing up at your confused and shocked expression.

"Mmhm." you nod biting down on your lip in anticipation.

"Then just sit back and relax okay." he smiles.

"But I want you to moan my name more this time please?

Can you do that?" he asks as he kisses at your inner thighs again, sucking lightly and leaving rosy flushed marks from his lips behind.

"Mmhm." you nod, rendered speechless, he grins at this and gets to work, lightly licking your clit with different motions, delighting as he pulls different sounds from you, mewls, moans, groans, pants, whimpers, cries.

"Jeannn." you whimper.

"Yes like that, good girl." he groans, running his face against your pussy, utilising his chin and his nose as well as his tongue, eating you with relish.

"Ohh and this time I want you to cum on my tongue so this might feel a little different."

These words go straight to your core, vibrating your pussy with their timbre, probably the hottest thing you never thought he'd say to you. He places two fingers on your clit and starts to rub them softly, while he fucks your opening with his tongue, sucking and stroking into your walls with his strong muscle determinedly, gasps and whimpers leaving your lips at the difference in sensation, he looks up and sees your face blown with pleasure and promptly quickens his pace.

"Ahh that feels good doesn't it?"

"Yesss." you practically shriek back.

"Then let me hear how good it feels." he moans, as he increases his pace even more, grabbing your hips tighter as he devours you.

"Jeannn."

"Louder."

"F-fuck Jean right there don't stop I'm gon-"

"Louder!”

"Jean!" you scream, as your entire body jolts with pleasure and you feel your orgasm pass through you from your toes to your ears, the sensations taking their time to scan through every part of you, from the careful build up of his motions. You'd never came like that before, you look down him, he's visibly breathless, he sticks his tongue out slightly to show you the glistening juices that cover it before he swallows them away and wipes the side of his lip with a grin of pride.

"Well I got my wish." he smirks.

He rips his trousers and boxers off, his huge cock springing out, you look at it in shock, it's the perfect size, pre cum is oozing from his tip and dribbling down tantalisingly over his veiny shaft.

Fuck.

You couldn't wait, you sit up and latch your lips on to it straight away, making his whole body lurch up in shock, his eyes widened at the sight of you kneeling in front of him as your head starts to bob up and down. You pass tight rings over him with your lips, at a strong pace, until you pop your lips over his head, stroking your thumb over his tip and offering him teasing licks to it, enhancing the little sensations for him. He groans at your every movement your name leaving his mouth in breathless fragments.

"Fuck [name]!"

"You're so good at this, this is the best I've ever-", you go just that little bit deeper, leaving him wordless.

"Don't hold back." you hum, feeling the vibrations against his tip make every nerve in his body sing.

He grabs on to your hair, as he sits up looking down at the side of your face, admiring how good you look sucking his cock as he sees it poke against your inner cheek, as you take him further and further. His hands pushing your face down to take him deeper and deeper.

You finally get over his full length and make deep deep passes, one after the other, each time hollowing your cheeks even tighter as his tip rests in your throat, groans and curses falling from his lips. The room filled with the sound of your light breaths, gags and soft moans- driving him wild.

"[Name] this is too good." he groans roughly, you smile up at him and go faster, using your hands along with your mouth, tugging at him with a perfect pressure while your mouth follows it with a mind blowing suction.

You go faster and faster his hand gripping into your hair with greater force as his hips lurch and twitch up eagerly to meet to your mouth, his hand in your hair suddenly pushes your head down hard choking you ,as he becomes dizzy and fixated on chasing his high, fucking your face and using you for his pleasure- and you love it.

You feel and hear him getting closer and closer above you, choked out groans of your name escaping his lips before-

"[Name]!" He releases his entire load into your mouth at once.

"Oh my god [name]. I'm so sorry-" he stops and watches in awe as you open up your mouth to show him the pool of cum resting on it, before swallowing it all.

"Don't worry, that's what I wanted." you grin.

"You taste good."

"You dirty girl." he smiles, snapping up and pinning you down by your arms again. Kissing and sucking all the sensitive parts of your neck, making you whimper under his lips.

"Would you like to fuck now?" he whispers in your ear slowly, making sure you heard every syllable.

"Yes." you moan, your voice raspy, making his cock twitch at such a sweet melody.

"Sit back, relax, and let me do all the work okay?" he whispers, gently yet firmly, pressing sweet kisses on your forehead and nose.

"Okay." you smile as he places a cute kiss to your brow bone.

He continues to relax your body as he kisses you, when he feels you calm beneath him, he grabs his shaft and begins to slide it up and down your pussy slowly, gathering up the slick wetness oozing out of you.

"I'm gonna start now okay?"

"Mm." you moan, feeling the head of his dick throbbing against you, dizzy with lust, he slowly pushes it up to your opening, gently pushing through and up into your walls, as he rolls his hips carefully and measuredly against you, kissing your collarbones as his length finally reaches and relaxes all the way inside you.

"How do I feel?" he groans deeply into your neck, as he lets out a deep breath that tickles your ear, making your head swim.

"Tell me."

"You feel so good Jean." you moan back dazedly, his words touching you just as much as his cock's ridges that are blessing and grazing all the right places against your throbbing walls.

"Am I good to move now?" he whispers, stroking your lip with his thumb, you nod and kiss his thumb to confirm.

And he starts to thrust deep and slow, every motion of his hips sending waves of deep pleasure through you, as his cock perfectly angles against the spongey spot inside you, with every stroke.

"Faster?" you whimper, wrapping your thighs around his torso moaning as you feel him get deeper, hooking your arms tightly around his neck to pull him closer.

"Look at me then [name]." he moans softly, placing his palm against your cheek and stroking your face as his thrusts get faster, causing you to moan his name over and over and over again and loving it. He looks down at your fluttering eyelids and your delicate face, watching your soft features fill contort with passion, as your boobs snap up and down to his rhythm,hitting against his chest, you are truly a sight to behold.

So beautiful-

"Your face...you're so sexy I can't believe I'm seeing you like this." he groans, every-time you moan out his name, he gets faster, his head now weakly dropping into the crook of your neck.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, so give me more." you whisper, showering his neck with kisses, giving him the push he needed to go faster.

"This feels so good." you gasp.

He starts to buck his hips into you, latching his lips onto your shoulder and biting it softly while he drills into you, he's distributing his weight on you so perfectly, that his pelvis is rubbing and stimulating your clit with the same rhythm, the double stimulation making you claw at his back, and making him groan into you even more, your name falling from his lips in gratitude.

"[Name] you feel amazing."

You feel the pleasure building throughout your body, making your eyes roll back, he feels you tightening around him and lightly grabs your neck and starts to kiss you deeply and sloppily as you both near your end.

"You're taking it so well." he groans mid kiss.

"Jean I'm almost there." you moan into his lips.

"Don't worry, don't wait for me." he moans softly as he catches your bottom lip in his teeth and pulls it away gently, as you orgasm starts to blossom.Your walls clenching around his cock, as you start to lose it as you twitch beneath him, he watches in awe as you jolt and pant in pleasure below him, lost in complete bliss. Losing yourself in the moment and coming completely undone, he feels you release and tighten around him, bringing him even closer to his finish, as he watches in glee as you twitch in overstimulation, as he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging your sweet pleasure.

"Ahhh beautiful." he moans into your neck as you feel him let go and cum inside you, it spills out as he slowly pulls out of you, the mixture of your juices falling from your twitching pussy and down your thighs. He rests down next to you and hooks an arm around your waist and chest and resting his chin against your nape, pulling you close into an embrace against his hot body.

"That was amazing and...unexpected." He smiles against your ear.

"It was." you reply, both of you breathless, some minutes pass by in each other's arms, and you manage to regain yourselves a bit more.

"Do only your best girls get fucked up there then?" you tease in laughter, pointing up at his bed.

"What the floor was fun, no?" he laughs back, attacking your neck with tickling kisses.

"Ahh it did the job." you giggle.

"We'll use it next time, but hey I deserve the praise! Not the floor, who just gave you the best time of your life with an injury?- ME." he smirks.

‘Next time’ you smile to yourself softly, containing your excitement-

"Yes Jean you did well." you mock, grinning at him.

"Cmon [name] say it like you mean it."

"How?"

"With your lips, like this, come here-"

#jean kirstein #aot smut #aot fanfiction #jean x reader #aot x reader

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luv-eddiediaz · 2 years

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Just like Buck and Eddie are having a hard time talking, I'm having a hard time making then talk. It's supposed to happen after this, but I've just stressing at a blinking cursor. I would blame my current cold, but, no, I think it's the boys.

Anyway, little treat!

God, Buck was tired.

Not just deep in his bones, but his mind too. He was absolutely exhausted trying to keep it all together, hold himself upright; steady on.

It wasn't just the shift, although that had been a literal day from hell, but it was the last 10 months piled on top.of the last 30 years.

30.

It would be his birthday soon, but he hadn't even given it much thought. He heard Taylor whispering into the phone about a party one night, but that was before Maddie left, before Chim hated him, before he realized that Eddie was slipping away from him too.

He was losing everybody, but he had her. He had Taylor all over - her sports bras in his drawers, her toothbrush in the bathroom, orange juice with extra calcium in the fridge. He wasn't sure he'd even asked her to move in with him, she just sort of did.

And, yea, it was nice. It was nice to come home to someone even when that someone wasn't always actually there, but sometimes, in those moments when Taylor was tucked perfectly underneath his chin, Buck felt like he was standing in a void of loneliness.

"You're here," Buck wasn't sure why he didn't say 'home' when he walked through the door and saw Taylor, tucking her phone away.

"So are you," she crossed the room and pressed his cheeks between her hands, "you've gotta stop getting yourself in all this trouble. It worries me."

"Yea, I know, but I'm fine. I don't think he was ever really going to hurt anyone but himself."

Taylor's fingers ghosted over the red gash on his forehead, "looks like he wasn't opposed to a little bit of hurt," she said and Buck took her wrist in his hand.

"I'm fine. I'll be even better once I sleep for the next twenty hours."

"Hmmm, not sure that's entirely healthy."

"But entirely necessary."

"How about we compromise with ten hours, and I'll wake you up really, really nicely when I get home?"

"You're leaving?"

"Yea. I've got some meetings. But, you're just gonna be sleeping anyway."

"Right. I'll uh - I'll see you when you get back then."

Taylor kissed him and grabbed her coat and purse from the dining room table. Had Buck come home ten minutes later would she have even been there? Would she have waited to make sure he was okay? Was that what their five minute exchange was?

Buck didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about anything, so he tossed his bag on the floor and dragged himself up the stairs. A shower would have done him good, but he fell face first into the bed instead.

Sleep overtook him so quickly, his feet hung off the bed, the blankets wrinkled underneath him rather than covering him with warmth and comfort.

It was somewhere between hour six and seven that the synapses in his brain started to wake up, and the last thirty hours of his life replayed like a movie behind his eyelids. Not just the terrible parts, but when he got into the Jeep that morning and found Chris's flash cards in the back seat, Eddie's sweater on the passenger side. He remembered pouring Eddie a cup of coffee when he got to the station, and Eddie rolling his eyes at Buck as he counted out each of the seven packets of sugar he stirred in. Eddie laughing at something Hen said, Eddie reassuring the young girl from their first call, Eddie carrying the med bag, running his fingers through his hair, smiling, resting his eyes…

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Fuck! It was always Eddie back there in his brain.

Blood on the street; so far away.

Eddie, calm under pressure when Buck was ready to burst at the seams with all the anger bubbling inside of him, the twitch of his finger after Buck's head met with the back end of a pistol, the way Eddie said his name demanding Buck stay with him - not to go to a place at least one of them couldn't fight their way out of, because someone had to go home.

Buck's heart, and how it stopped when that gun shot cracked through the night air and Buck thought…

Buried beneath the earth; so far away.

Buck woke with a scream strangled in his throat, covered in cold sweat, his heart pounding. He found his bearings in the note dark loft, and reached for his phone still in his pocket to check the time.

#that was supposed to say 'staring' but i think 'stressing' is also appropriate #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #writing #buddie fic

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Hard pass 2 (Levi x Reader)

I'm a little concerned about how little time I took on the ending for the last part so I'm gonna put a little more time into this one. Hope you guys enjoy. :)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi was transfixed to say the least. He'd spent the past hour that he'd been back in his dorm room staring into a freshly made cup of black tea. The small jingling of keys in the door shaking him from his daze.

"Hello, Hello Leviathan." Mike greeted, tossing his bag to the side haphazardly.

Any other time Levi would've rolled his eyes but he just let out an agitated huff.

"Uh oh.. I know that look." Mike announced plopping down onto his unmade bed. "Who's the lucky girl?" He asked his smirk bright.

Levi's hair whipped against his cheek as he turned to Mike. "What are you on about? Who told you?" Probably Hange. Damn four eyes could never keep her mouth shut.

"No one had to." Mike laughed "You've just told me basically everything I need to know. Your distracted gaze when I came in the room, having very little reaction to me calling you Leviathan, your tea cup is still full and my side of the room is still messy." He seemed a little too pleased about that last bit.

"I know you went out tonight." He continued

"And what about it?"

"Who is she?!" Mike stood coming closer to sit on the edge of Levi's desk.

Levi rolled his eyes setting his cup down.

"Come on, I'm curious about some mysterious girl that has Levi Ackerman wrapped around her finger."

"Just shut up already." Levi replied turning his gaze to the window with a small pout.

"Fine, fine I'll shut up." Mike stood heading back towards his side of the room. An idea suddenly popped into his mind and he turned on his heel. "But.. I think I'll give Hange a call. You know.. cause I haven't talked to her in a bit-"

"When did you become so annoying?" Levi grumbled

"You're more aggressive tonight I like it. Is it because of her?"

As much as Levi wanted to fight it, Mike was one of those people that always got information about literally anything if he genuinely wanted it. Even if he didn't find out from Hange or Levi he was definitely going to find out from even the weirdest sources.

"Hange's friend.. she's not ugly I guess.." Levi could feel his face growing warm and he pulled his feet up onto his desk chair to hide it.

Mike laughed obnoxiously, "It's like watching a little kid finding out what a crush is." He chuckled "Super cute. So when are you going to ask her out?"

"Never."

Mike crossed the room again, seating himself on his bed. "You can't be serious! This is the first time I've ever seen you interested in girls and you're just gonna let her get away?"

"Stay out of my business, Michelangelo."

Mike just huffed reaching into his pocket to pry his phone out of his pocket. The room quickly grew quiet as Levi turned to his laptop though he was quickly distracted again by Mike's little chuckles. He turned his head in Mike's direction quickly catching the other male's gaze.

"By the way, Hange agrees with me." He said pointing to his phone.

Levi groaned, tugging at his hair. "Eat shit."

~ ~ ~ ~

Levi stared down at his watch with a soft tch.

It was 4pm and Hange was late again. He turned to Erwin who's face was currently pressed into a book. Thumb sliding along the sentences as he read.

"Where the hell is she?" He grumbled, shaking his mouse back and forth as the screen began to dim.

"She said she had to do something after class so she'd be a little late." Erwin replied, without looking up from his book.

"That's her excuse every time." Levi replied with a roll of his eyes.

Erwin just shrugged. Hange was always late. Sometimes she just showed up 30 minutes late with no real explanation and sometimes she showed up an hour late saying she had, had something to do after class. But every time the three of them got together to study she was late.

"Yo! Levi!" Hange greeted as she walked into the library ignoring the chorus of shushing that followed her.

Levi's scowl deepened, "Were you stuck on the toilet waiting for someone to fuck off?" He asked

"I have a great surprise follow me." She clapped in delight.

Erwin looked to Levi and then in the direction Hange had left in. He slowly pushed his chair out looking at Levi's irritated scowl.

"Are you coming."

"Whatever it is, is definitely stupid knowing Hange." Levi retorted, packing his belongings up in an orderly fashion.

The two of them quickly left before Hange could come back to ruin the peace again. They pushed through the library doors and standing against the wall with a somewhat bashful expression was Y/N with Hange who smiled brightly as if she wasn't currently disturbing Levi's peace.

"Oh hello Y/N." Erwin greeted, he looked over at Levi before asking. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh well Hange invited-"

"Ah ha ha! Y/N has homework to do so I figured she could come study with us. Though today me and Erwin have a thing." She quickly grabbed Erwin's arm yanking him over to her.

"But I was-" Erwin tried but was instantly silenced by Hange's hand over his mouth.

"You and Levi can study. Levi's great with everything! Right Levi? Ok me and Erwin will go now, by you two!"

"Hange!" Levi tried, his face already flushed with heat over the whole situation. Hange was surprisingly fast though, managing to drag Erwin away so quick they were a couple of dots within seconds.

Levi and Y/N stood in silence for a couple seconds before Y/N let out a deep exhale. "I feel as though we've been set up." She says, toying with the zippers on her back.

Levi can only manage a grunt in reply. Not daring to look into her eyes. "Well I mean.." she starts turning to Levi. "I actually do.. have to study so.. I wouldn't mind if you don't." She shrugged

"Mm.." Levi pulled open the library door for Y/N and lead her over the seats that him and Erwin had been sitting in only moments before.

He made a mental note as he opened his laptop again to keep the door locked next time Hange said she was coming over. Around 10 minutes went by of complete silence and Levi was incredibly happy for it.

Not because he was focusing, no his attention had been completely taken away from any possible work he could've gotten done here. There was no way he was actually going to be able to do anything when your scent was trapped in his nose and his eyes kept staring over his screen at your fingers.

Knuckles that Levi honestly wanted to kiss and fingernails completely devoid of dirt which Levi was instantly captivated by.

"Hey-"

He sat up straight, his own hands slightly curling around the aged wood of the table. Your book came sliding toward him and he looked down at it before looking back at you.

"I don't really get this? Could you help me a bit?"

Levi nodded before his brain could properly process what you'd asked. He almost thought he imagined the way your lip tucked itself under your teeth. And he felt dazed as your scent washed over him all at once as you slid into the seat next to him.

You pointed to your book and Levi tried to pay attention to your question but your notes threw him a bit. All the words were written in different colors and there were squiggly lines around definitions and texts. Small doodles between paragraphs as a way to properly space them and stars next to the most important words.

You scratched at your scalp and he took notice. "I paid attention when my professor was going over this I swear. But I don't really get it?? It can't be as difficult as I'm making it in my head." Your giggle of nervousness took Levi back a little.

The warm pit in his chest deepened and he sighed, trying to accurately assess the situation.

"Y-you made a small.. mathematical error." He explained, his fingers pointed to the equation as he tried to push away the ball in his throat. "You don't need these numbers."

Her smile hit Levi like a truck as it was instantly directed towards him. "Ah, you're so smart." Y/N said "What about this? I checked with the calculator but my answer was way off."

It was hard for Levi to ignore the way your shoulder rubbed up against his sending sparks all through his body like a tidal wave. It was honestly a little overwhelming.

"Oh sorry, am I too close?" You moved away and Levi gulped. He stared at your fingers, he didn't want you to move away.

He was surprised when he looked up and instantly made eye contact with you. "Stay." It probably didn't come out the way he'd wanted but he'd managed it and on some level he was proud of himself.

You smiled, "Sure."

After a while Levi felt himself loosen up a bit but the knot in his stomach was still very much there and alive. He found himself chuckling at your little jokes and he was mostly able to look you in the eyes. (As long as you didn't smile directly at him).

The first hour had been studying with small quips from your end that Levi found he enjoyed. Though around the third hour it turned into horror stories about present and past roommates.

Your laugh was so bright as you tapped your pen cap against the table. "And then Sasha just cracks the window open though it's definitely too late cause Connie had already created a war zone in our room." You were shaking so much from laughter that Levi was honestly a little worried you'd fall out of your chair.

He shook his head where he was resting it in his palm. "I still think Mike forgetting the do not disturb sign was worse." He shrugged

"Mm well maybe someday I'll have a story that bad. Considering Connie and Sasha have been playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse for two years now."

Levi shook his head. "You don't want to walk in on your roommate having sex. No one does.."

He felt his cheeks flush over again. Whether it was from the story or the way you'd playfully pushed his shoulder though he couldn't tell. He watched as you positioned yourself back in the seat next to him.

"Ok, ok. You told me about your roommates relationships. Now tell me about yours."

"What?"

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "You know the in and out of Levi. I'm curious."

Levi's gaze fell to the table. "There's nothing to tell."

Y/N's voice immediately softened. "Sorry, didn't mean to try and pull it out of you."

Levi picked up his head closing his laptop. "I-I just.. never felt that way.." he tried

"Not everyone goes to college and high school and stuff for the parties, drugs and sex." You said, laying your elbows against the desk. "I commend you for having a goal and sticking with it."

Levi's heart stuttered at your words. "Did you come.. or well.. umm? What did you-"

He was interrupted by your hand on his shoulder again. "To answer your question." You leaned in closer your breath tickling Levi's earlobe. "Yes I did come specifically for the drugs."

Levi's eyes practically bulged out of his head. This time when you laughed you were met with shushing and stares. "Sorry." You whispered, popping a hand over your mouth. "I'm completely joking." You then said to Levi who's shoulders relaxed with the information.

Levi's signature deadpanned expression was starting to make an appearance now. "That's not funny."

"Hmm.. well I'm laughing so." Y/N laid her head on the table.

"Your humor is shit." He said

"Funny you say that." She laughed back a smirk was playing at Levi's lips. "Hey." Y/N broke the lingering silence.

"What?"

"Give me your number."

"Tch, nice way to ask."

Y/N pretended to be shocked. "Oh, would you prefer I beg?"

Levi already knew how red his entire face had become. No need to check a mirror. "H-hand me your p-phone."

Unsurprisingly even her phone wa as cute. And Levi honestly wanted to admire the case and how warm it felt after being in your pockets. Oh.. you'd touched it with your warm hands. Levi couldn't help but think about how warm your hands must feel. How the spaces between your fingers looked so perfect. Like they-

"Hey." A voice shook Y/N and Levi.

"Jean, what're you doing here?" Y/N asked as she stood moving closer to him.

"You've been gone all day. I had to ask Sasha where you were."

"No, you didn't because you didn't need to come here." Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, pulling her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie. Her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Who's this?" Jean asked gesturing to Levi with his head. Levi felt his chest flare a little.

"Ugh, it doesn't matter because it has nothing to do with you!" She quickly grabbed her bag stuffing her notebook inside. "I'll talk to you later Levi." She explained her face still completely unamused. And with that she was pushing Jean out the door following him right out.

Levi's fingers dug into his palm. Who was that? It couldn't have been her boyfriend right? No, no that didn't make sense.

He started to pack up himself when he noticed your pretty phone sat next to his ordinary black one.

~ ~ ~ ~

Levi practically slammed into his dorm room scaring Mike who had his music blasting. Levi set his bag down on his chair, placing his phone on the desk.

"Hey man." Mike greeted as Levi quickly unpacked his other stuff. "I heard Hange forced you to go on a study date."

"I'm going to murder her." Levi turned, practically slamming his notebook into the desk. So hard that he could've sworn Mike jumped.

"Yeah what else is new?" He laughed trying to clear the air. "But did you at least get in close?"

Levi rolled his eyes. "She's.. there's this guy.."

Mike grew quiet for a few seconds. "You think she's with him?"

Levi normally wouldn't indulge Mike like this but his chest felt so tight that he was pretty sure he was going to burst. "She didn't seem happy to see him. She was like rolling her eyes when he came."

"Maybe he's just some guy then?"

"What if he isn't?"

"By the way you're describing it they'll break up soon anyway." Mike said "But that's great my plan worked."

Levi narrowed his eyes, "The library thing was you?"

Mike shrugged, "Hey, It could've been worse! Hange wanted to lock you guys in a supply closet for the night."

"Sleep with one eye open." Levi huffed, placing your phone down on his desk.

Mike immediately noticed, sitting up and placing his own phone to the side. "Don't tell me you murdered her and stole her phone for having a boyfriend that wasn't you." He chuckled

"Tch, she accidentally left it."

"How are you gonna return it?"

"I'll ask Hange for her dorm number tomorrow and I'll hand it over then."

"Ooo, well I would tell you not to go looking through her phone while you have it. But you're not like me so.." Mike shrugged, laying down with both hands holding his phone above his head.

Levi looked at Mike and then at your phone sitting on his desk. He silently looked away, putting away the rest of his stuff with a huff.

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