#they are two sides of the same standing man emoji

[bellasprettywords]

A different way to say I love you (Spencer Reid x Reader)

As always, this is not proofread because of who I am as a person

My masterlist

Warnings: Little mentions of alcohol and overall fluff

Word count: 1,037 (ish because there are emojis)

y/n – your name

Gender-neutral reader

The first time Spencer Reid told you he loved you, he didn’t do it with words…

It was Penelope’s birthday and the whole gang went out clubbing. You were a little more drunk than you normally would’ve liked considering you were out with your bosses, and your best friend who at the same time was the man you loved: Spencer Reid. Spencer was on y/n watch duty, considering he has always been protective of you, that he didn’t drink much, and that public settings like clubs made him on edge.

“We should get going, sweetie” you heard Spencer whisper in your ear

“I don’t wanna go yeeeet, I feel like daaancing” you said standing from the barstool and pulling Spencer’s arm into the dancefloor

“Woah woah, I’m not much of a dancer” he said nervously

“Just relax, let me lead you” you said as you placed his hands on your waist and danced wrapped around the arms of the man you loved from a distance. After a couple of hours, you were beat, so finally agreed to Spencer’s suggestion and accepted to share a cab with your best friend.

The two of you were in the back of the taxi, your head leaning on your best friend’s shoulder and you could perfectly smell the intoxication scent of wood, musk, and a little of alcohol that more than one person had spilled over Spencer at the club. You were holding hands, which wasn’t weird, as you pretty much had gotten Spence used to physical touch, and since he had become comfortable with it, the two of you were always touching some part of each other

“Is everything okay?” Spencer asked, tilting his head so he could get a better looked at you

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired” you said giving Spencer a small smile, there was something conforming about being there, next to each other, just softly caressing each other, without saying anything. At that moment, you felt Spencer squeezing your hand softly three times.

Spencer helped you up to your apartment, you were still tipsy from the night out, and he wanted to make sure you got safely to bed. Stumbling, Spencer opened the door of your apartment, and helped you in

“Let’s get you to bed, sweetie” Spencer said chucking at the sight of you walking through your furniture, trying not to stumble

“Thank you for taking such good care of me” you said, gifting Spencer a lazy smile

“Come on, we have to tuck you in” Spencer said leading you into your room, the same room he had been at least a thousand times, at the end of the day, being your best friend meant constantly coming over

“Wait, I have to get on my jammies” you said pulling away from Spencer

“Alright, I’m going to leave you for a while, so you can get changed” he said, leaving your room, closing the door behind him, and feeling his cheeks getting red and hot at the thought of you changing.

You were taking off your pants, when you stumbled and fell to the side of your bed; and with the sound of the stumble, Reid entered your room swiftly, helping you up

“Are you okay?” Spencer looked concerned, scanning your body trying to make sure you were alright after the stumble

“I’m fine, you shouldn’t worry too much, mighty Doctor Reid” you said, burying your face into Spencer’s neck and chuckling at the situation. Spencer was now sitting on your bed, with your pantless body plastered over his, at this moment, you were just inches from his lips, and you could feel his eyes, scanning your face, and body

“Come on, let me help you get changed” Spencer said gulping loudly, feeling his cheeks burning up

“Fine, you can help me, but no peaking” you said and both of you shared a laugh, as Spencer helped you get into your pjs

“I’m going to head out” Spencer said standing next to the door frame of your bedroom

“Don’t leave just yet, lay down with me for a little while” you pleaded Spencer making room on your bed for him

“I’ll stay, but only for a little while, I have to get back home” he said, taking off his shoes and getting into bed with you. You could feel Spencer’s arms around you, caressing you and making you feel safe

“Can I ask you something?” you said, turning to him so you could face him

“Of course, anything for you” he replied fixing a strand of your hair

“Why do you squeeze my hand three times? It’s not the first time I feel you doing it” you asked, and you felt Spencer’s hand reach to you

“It means: I. Love. You” Spencer said, squeezing your hand one time per word

“In that case: I. Love. You. Too” you replied, squeezing Spencer’s hand four times

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Life was great for Doctor Spencer Reid lately, his social abilities had increased, you were finally a couple after quite a while of pining over each other, and he was finally feeling like he fit in somewhere. Nonetheless, anxiety was an immense part of Spencer Reid’s life. Especially because working at the BAU, his genius mind would constantly speed, and sometimes, without even realizing it, he would spiral into horrific scenarios. Sure,

You were on a briefing. JJ and Hotch were explaining the details of the new case you’d work on, and you could tell something was off with Spencer. When cases involved children, he’d get overly anxious, and as you were holding hands, you could feel his palms getting sweatier and sweatier. You didn’t want to give away the fact that Spencer was struggling with coping as the case was being revising, so you did the one thing you knew would make him feel better:

You squeezed his hand three times; and when you felt him squeezing your hand four times in return, you searched for Spencer’s eyes, and once you found them, you gave him a reassuring smile, just to let him know everything would be okay.

The meeting ended and Spencer and you left the room together, to prepare your bags as Hotch called wheels on 30 minutes. Spencer and you were picking your stuff from your adjacent desks when you heard him saying:

“I always hoped I would be lucky enough to find someone who I could say “I love you”, even when words are too much”

"I love you too, Spence" you said, placing a soft kiss on your boyfriend's lips before departing

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #dr spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid fandom #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds fandom

[belovedmusings]

Satoru Gojo as Your Boyfriend

A little list of headcanons I have because this man is near and dear to my heart <3. These are all SFW/fluffy. I’ll make an NSFW version soon!

★ has your name in his phone along with an obscene amount of “💕💖✨🥹🫶🏻💕✨💖” emojis around it

★ text bombs you when he’s bored until you answer

★ FaceTimes you unannounced and whines at you if you complain about not “looking presentable enough” for him, saying “you’re wayyy too hot to be slandering yourself like that, it’s insane”

★ also comments an obscene amount of “💖😍💕🫶🏻😍🧎🧎” emojis whenever you post a selfie even if you can barely see your face in it

★ uses your head/shoulders for an arm rest whenever he stands next to you

★ plants audible smooches on you with a “mwah” if he’s in a particularly good mood

★ picks you up from behind in order to hear you shriek in surprise, teases you about it after the fact

★ steals glances at your food throughout the meal until you get full and goes “you gonna finish that?” then proceeds to inhale the rest of it

★ if you share a meal and happen to accidentally go for the same bite, he’ll just smirk and wiggle his eyebrows at you before stealing the bite for himself

★ if he goes to feed you a bite he will curve his hand at the last minute and take it for himself, the little shit

★ insists on getting dessert every time you go out

★ when you’re sad, he’ll notice and tilt his head to the side, ducking down slightly so that he blinks up at you to catch your eyes before he asks you what’s wrong. he then makes silly jokes to lighten the mood and becomes extra clingy until you feel better

★ when you gossip to him he fully participates, joining in slandering whoever you’re shit-talking

★ charms your family by talking to them like they’re all old friends and instantly puts them at ease

★ not the type to say “I love you” but shows it instead with the little gifts he’ll bring back from missions, with how he constantly finds ways to touch you, and with the look of pure admiration in his eyes whenever he looks at you

★ whenever he’s away on business he’ll call you and talk to you until you fall asleep

★ annoys the people around him with how much he gushes about you. finds ways to bring you up in any conversation he has. “oh, that’s your favorite color? that’s reminds me of—” *proceeds to brag about how wonderful you are*

★ when you do sleep beside each other, his brain has a hard time shutting off, so he ends up rambling about whatever is on his mind and the two of you wind up staying up late bouncing topics back and forth

___

A/N: I’ll probably do more parts but I just wanted to dream about our dear satoru for a minute 🥹 I’m gonna do this for all the jjk men on my list so stay tuned!

#jjk x reader #gojo scenario #gojo comfort #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo imagine #gojo headcanons #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #boyfriend gojo

[toorurs]

AQUARIUS

synopsis: in which the both of you get partnered for a mission, but not just as work partners.

pairing: chūya nakahara x fem!reader | wordcount: 2.7k | content & warnings: fluff, mention of chūyas past , choppy writing + no proofead (you can tell when i got lazy + its 3am does it looks like im gonna proofread), unestablished relationship, they work at the pm, cursing (son of a bitch), chūya calls reader a term of endearment once (doll), dual pov | prompt: fake dating | onseshot

event: STARCROSSED 2024

tags: @azullumi hi beloved super cool azul ure so super duper cool. dont flip out but azul liked and rbed ur posts. me: (whys theres no backflip emoji) (we're literally friends). but omg i acc dont have friends im a mess im a loser im a hater im a user

a/n: i finished this at 3am also boo gingers perish /j. hope yall enjoy!!

“so? what are we here for, boss? 

the auburn haired man asked. his left hand is glued to his side, resting on his gray waistcoat, his right hand was loosely shoved into the pocket of his dress pants. chuuya cocked his head to the side as he questioned your boss. 

“i’ve made my decision.” 

the man who was seated in front of you in his claret bergère chair announced. his slender fingers were encased in white adhesive gloves. the palms of his hands were facing down as he rested his chin on the back of his hand, magenta eyes flickering from chuuya and then to you before exhaling quietly and closing his eyes, pale skin draping over his eyes.

“after some back and forth, i’ve come to the conclusion that the most suitable person for this mission will be our dear miss [name]. she’ll be your plus one to the ball, accompanying you to your mission thus also carrying it out with you. gather information about our target and return as soon as possible. understood?” 

the man before you asked, a playful smile had found its way on his face and his head was slightly angled to the side as he awaited your agreement. 

“understood.” the both of you said in unison. chuuya took off the fedora that was placed atop of his head with his left hand and put it onto his chest as he closed his eyes and the both of you bowed down.  

“very well then. i await good news.” mori continued to smile as he gestured to both of you to take your leave by waving.

-

when you arrived back home, you immediately spotted two big boxes that were placed in your living room. one of them included a gorgeous dress, although it was a bit plain - a monochrome dress, it was beautiful nevertheless. as you stood up to see how the piece of clothing would fit you, you took notice that it was quite long, the expensive fabric immediately meeting the floor. the material of the dress was sewn a bit tighter to make the waist stand out a bit more. 

the other box contained a pair of matching heels in the same color. they weren’t too extravagant but still it seemed like the boss went all out when choosing the clothes. admittedly, you were a bit excited to see what chuuya would wear, would his outfit match with yours?

even though the both of you have worked together in the port mafia for so long and have been executives for a couple years now, the both of you never went on missions together, at least not when it was just the two of you. 

chuuya gained the title of portmafia executive at the ripe age of 16, one year after he had joined the portmafia. while you on the other hand have only been an executive for a few years now. chuuyas strength is immense, not only the power of his ability but also his physical strength. he's not only respected but also feared among the members of the portmafia. 

so to say that you were a tad bit nervous would be an understatement. 

-

you set foot inside the big mansion, stepping towards the ballroom that was located right behind the doors of the entrance. a big chandelier adorned the ceiling, it illuminated the big room in a saffron-like color. the kaleidoscopic marble floor glittered beneath the opaline light and the large windows were shielded by white translucent curtains, behind them the moon and the stars were sparkling gracefully.

but they don't compare to chuuya - not in the slightest. he’s dressed in a suit that matches your dress, beneath his blazer there was a waistcoat and he doesn't wear his fedora or any other hat.

chuuyas eyes glow like a sapphire, the azul pair of eyes hides so much beneath them, they reach until the depths of the ocean, that is full of mysteries waiting to be uncovered - just like chuuya.

chuuya tenderly held your gloved hand with his left one, leading you to the side of the dance floor where everyone else stood, drinks in their hands as they chattered and laughed. the both of you came to a halt and the conversations stopped, attention solely on you and chuuya.

“my, some new faces. and who might you be? an elderly woman asked, as she took a small sip of her champagne.

“well, my name is chuuya nakahara. it's a pleasure to meet you.” he reached out his right hand to shake hands with the elderly lady. “ah i see. well then, nice to meet-” “the pleasure is all mine!” before she was able to finish her sentence someone interrupted her, chiming into the conversation. you turned your head over to the source of disturbance, a young man who was dressed in all white, hair a bit unkempt as he gave you a boyish smile. 

“the pleasure is all mine!” the man repeated happily. “well, i'm sure it is.” chuuya murmured under his breath, giving the man a look that said “we heard you the first time.”

“may i ask who the lovely lady next to you is?” the man asked excitedly as if he had a hard time waiting. “oh you may.” chuuya responded in a faux courtesy tone. “she’s my spouse, my wife actually.” chuuya held up his left hand that was still intertwined with yours. 

“chuuya..” you glanced at him from the side, whispering through gritted teeth, as you continued to smile nicely at the other people who were conversing and you could only listen. 

“hm what is it?” the auburn haired answers, slightly raising his eyebrow as he turned his head to face you.

“it was supposed to be girlfriend, the boss never said anything about being married.” your voice croaks a bit, overall it seems like tonight your voice has betrayed you, sounding awkward everytime you exchange a word with chuuya. 

“oh.” chuuya uttered.

“yeah, oh.” you sighed. the man seemed to take his leave and you continued your talk. “well, what's done is done. it doesn't matter now. let's just continue, carry out the mission successfully and report back to the boss.”

“yeah.” chuuya nods in agreement. “let's split up for now and gather intel and information about our target.” 

“alright, i'll go to the other side of the room then and you stay here?” you ask. 

“sure thing.” chuuya responds and calls over the waiter, asking for a small glass of wine, so he can pass the time a bit and doesn't only have to mindlessly listen to their boring conversations. after the waiter takes his leave, chuuya notices that you’re still here, next to him. glued to your place, not moving an inch. 

“wasn't it your idea to split up? why are you still here? he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

you let out an exasperated sigh. “well, you see, i was trying to. but, someone's hand has been holding onto mine very tightly for the past minutes and won't let go.” 

chuuya seemed to catch on pretty quickly and immediately let go of your hand. “m’sorry.” he mumbled. “ah, don't worry.” you cast him a small smile before leaving and step towards the other side of the room. 

chuuyas eyes can only follow you. (they always have.)

-

after you left, his hand felt empty. 

(but it's not like they’ve ever felt complete. he hides his hands to conceal his ability, the one that causes tumult and destruction, the one that makes him question if he can even be considered as human. his humanity is one thing chuuya still struggles with, it haunts him like a hunting animal, a wolf running and seeking out its prey, shredding it into pieces and devouring it without any mercy. but in this case chuuya can't help but wonder if he's the wolf who always seeks for the prey - the validation and the reassurance if he's human or if he's the prey that gets tormented by the constant feeling of knowing that he’ll never be (human) enough. for others, himself and you.)

the wine glass that he now holds in his left hand doesn't compare to your hand, it doesn't fill the endless void that chuuya sinks into. (he wonders when he’ll completely be devoured by it and eventually drowns.) your hand was the one that held out to him, the hand that’d pull him out of it, if he himself wasn't able to do so. 

(chuuya is used to doing everything on his own, everything that once belonged to chuuya was stripped away from him, like a sheep that has its pelt ripped away from a wolf. his family, his friends, his humanity, they were once his. chuuya nakahara also belonged to him once - now he belongs to the port mafia. it has always been like that; it will always be like that.)

he can't help but grip his glass in envy as he watches you from across the room as you ecstatically laugh and chatter with a woman your age, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself, having the time of your life.

the way you laugh, move around so that the frills of your dress twirl with you, and eyes glimmer make you look majestic. 

to chuuya you're not an outworldly creature like an angel that was chosen by the gods and descended from the heavens or a fairy that has magical powers to bewitch him. 

you’re human - you’re more human than anyone else chuuya has ever encountered in his life, perhaps that is when chuuya really realized what it meant to be a human.

the raw and pure nature of humans was perfectly depicted in you.

the way you flawlessly managed to do every task you were assigned with and always came back with a bright grin plastered across your face, the way you always looked out for everyone, the way you sometimes went completely batshit during missions. you’re what chuuya has always imagined under being a human. (or perhaps all of his beliefs of being human have changed as soon as he saw you.)

you’re the large white and empty canvas that waits patiently until it gets filled with tons of colors. chuuya is the artist who holds the paintbrush in his hand, fingers trembling as he draws paint strokes along the canvas. pouring his heart out into the painting, vivid colors full of emotion, that say more than a thousand words ever could. chuuyas art makes paintings come to life - you. his muse, whom he could stare at for an eternity during an art exhibition, just like now during the ball.

you’re beautiful.

“mr. nakahara?” a male voice made him snap out of his haze, upon seeing who it was, chuuya almost spat out the red wine. great, it was the guy from before. “yes? how can i help you”? chuuya gives him an unimpressed look as he twirls the alcoholic liquid in his glass around. “I just wanted to ask if i’d be permitted to dance with your spouse. she's a really lovely woman, i felt quite bad for her because you didn't invite her to one single dance yet, even though you're her husband!” the man looks at him unapologetically. 

son of a bitch.

but again, who was chuuya to judge? chuuya isn't in any position to forbid you to dance with someone, after all, the two of you weren't even together, the two of you were just partners, work partners to be precise. 

still, there was something that stirred inside chuuyas gut that made him feel uneasy. an ugly feeling that made his gut churn. is this how jealousy feels? sure, chuuya has felt jealous a few times. seething in envy as he saw people with good relationships to their friends and families, people who were allowed to live a normal life, living just like a normal civilian, doing normal things, without having to worry. chuuya couldn't help but feel jealous. 

but this time  it's another type of jealousy, he’s not jealous of other people because they own something he doesn't but he’s jealous of the people who’re just as smitten for you as him.

“ah, well you see. i was just about to go and ask her for a dance. please excuse me.” his words are bitter and the glass of red wine is long forgotten, placing it onto the round table which is covered by a big white table cloth. 

chuuya makes his way over where you stand, your cheeks are tinted in a rosy color, from the alcohol he assumes. your hair is a bit disheveled, have you played with the strands of your hair? but nevertheless, you continue to shine as beautifully as ever.

he tips you onto your shoulder and upon that you slightly flinch and turn around, eyes widening a bit when you see chuuya. “what are you doing here?” you whisper.

the auburn haired man doesn’t respond to your question, instead he bows down and reaches out his hand out to yours. “may i ask for this dance? after all, it takes two to tango.” chuuya thanks the gods that instead of facing you right now, he's facing the floor. he's not sure if he'd be able to bear it if you saw his flushed face. 

your mouth shapes into a little “o” before responding. “sure.” you hum as you happily place your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. upon feeling your touch, chuuya immediately pulls you towards the dance floor. your movements start off clumsily but chuuya helps you gain and maintain your balance, swaying you around the dance floor and twirling you around, as the both of you dance hand in hand. one of his hands is placed on your waist and your hand has found its home on his shoulder.

chuuya continues to sway you around during a slow classical music piece. “i'd prefer some  hard rock music.” you can hear chuuyas' little remark and cant help but laugh upon that, it distracts you from keeping your balance and tempo, almost tripping over the long fabric of your dress.

“careful, doll. you're gonna slip.” chuuya whispers. his warm breath fans against your ear, the heat rises through your whole body, making you shudder and your goosebump hairs stand up. you can only hum at that, too taken aback by the term of endearment, to properly respond. 

the both of you slow your pace, your hands wrapping around his neck and his hands snaking around your waist to sway around. you put your forehead against his chest first, until you fully lean into his embrace. 

this moment feels too intimate. that’s everything chuuya can think about, he’s scared that one day you too will also be ripped away from him, he doesn’t want that. chuuya likes you a lot, he adores the way you hum the sweet melody against his chest, the way your hands accidentally keep slipping off his neck but still return there every time, the way you sometimes step onto his foot but he stays quiet, yeah he’s absolutely whipped for you - he loves you. 

but, is someone who’s out of this world, a non-human, who only moves in the shadows of the world, allowed to love a human, who lives their life freely?

chuuya doesn't know. 

your line of work is dangerous, you could always encounter dangers that’d have a terrible outcome and chuuya wouldn't be there to prevent them, again, he’d lose everything that makes him human. chuuya isn’t sure if he’s able to live through this once again. 

the both of you are work partners, crossing this line would come with its consequences.

but he allows himself to indulge in this moment, just this once. humans are greedy and selfish aren't they? it's in their nature. so being selfish for once, just this one time, just for you, wouldn’t mean committing a sin, would it?

chuuya buries his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo, it smells sweet - the saccharine scent makes him relax. he presses a chaste kiss on top of your head, before gently continuing to sway you around. 

after all, this is what work partners do, right?

e/n: tbh i didnt like this at all. it was so choppy just sentence after sentence without a real plot imo. i just didnt like how this turned out at all but i dont think id be able to write smth else or else itd turn out even worse

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[axryl]

hellooo, first time writing for scara 🫣 pls lmk if i did well on this HAHAHAHA (mainly because i feel that he’s ooc here, but at the same time i hc that he tends to tone down his habit of calling people names on reader)

might make a part 2, but it depends if this does well

inspired by: backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

neighbor!scaramouche… who’s just moved in next door with his mom and his twin sister. from the window of your room, you watch him bring boxes in from the moving truck; and for a moment, he locks eyes with you. 

neighbor!scaramouche… who wears a scowl as he tends to the flowers planted by his mom in the backyard. you steal nervous glances at him, opting to stare at him from the corner of your eye when his back is turned in hopes that he wouldn’t catch you staring again.

neighbor!scaramouche… who drops by your place with his family, at the invitation from your own mom for a “welcome to the neighborhood” dinner. he reluctantly walks into the house, eyes trailing to every decoration and picture frame hung before his gaze finally lands on you.

—

you introduce yourself awkwardly to him, outstretching your hand for a handshake as your other fiddles with the hem of your shirt. his mother, who goes by the name “ei”, replies to you before he utters a word. 

“don’t mind him, he’s shy,” she sends a small smile your way, “kunikuzushi. his name is kunikuzushi.”

the man in question only sighs heavily, bringing a hand to scratch the side of his neck. 

“and yours?” he mutters.

you tilt your head in confusion, “my what?”

“your name, stupid.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who introduces himself to you properly. this time, on your backyard porch, as he insists that he goes by the name “scaramouche”. he hums in acknowledgment to your own introduction, albeit you being embarrassed from your previous confusion.

neighbor!scaramouche… who you get to know more as the adults chatter in the dining room of your home. he and his sister share an occasional banter as the three of you hang out, and you find yourself grinning at the snarky remarks the two siblings send to each other.

neighbor!scaramouche… who says he plays guitar when a guitar instrumental comes on from your speaker. 

—

“and he’s not good at it,” his sister, raiden shogun, snickers.

scaramouche rolls his eyes in return, “as if you’re good with that damn violin either, the thing practically screeches in agony when you play.”

raiden gasps dramatically, bringing a hand to her chest, and you only giggle as you take in the scene of raiden sending a light punch to his shoulder.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance at her punch before shoving her off him. scaramouche then turns to you, his expression switching from one of irritation to one with a softer touch to it.

“i can play to you sometime, i guess. if i-” he cuts himself off, coughing into his fist, “i mean, if you have the time for it.”

your eyes widen at his words. did he really just offer to spend time with you? well damn, if you had known the invitation from your mom would lead to this you’d have been the one to deliver the news yourself. 

with thoughts running a million miles an hour, you snap yourself out of it before letting a smile grow on your face. 

“sure, that would be okay.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who at the end of the night, turns to you while both of your families bid each other goodbye and thanks for the dinner. he awkwardly hands you a small piece of crumpled paper, before quickly leaving out of the door with his family before he could see your reaction to his number scribbled messily on the surface.

neighbor!raiden shogun… who watches the scene unfold in front of her as she stands in a way that’s similar to this emoji, “🧍‍♀️”. when scaramouche finally leaves your home, a smirk grows on her face as she notices the red tips of her brother’s ears.

#scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #kunikuzushi fluff #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x readaer #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin college au #axryl.writes

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha knows best feat the BT pack. Maybe Bear and Jake are overworking themselves in the beginning of Bear's first pregnancy. She is too stubborn to acknowledge working like usual is too exhausting and Jake got up in his head that he needs to work extra time now to be able to chip in in providing for them

“I think you need to start taking less responsibility at work.” A single comment made by the doctor, indirectly going against your better judgement, to Steve of all people, had set you up for this.

Before you had even returned home with Steve clutching your hand in silence, Jake had given you a heads up text. It flashed in your notifications surrounded by warning bell emojis, the testosterone is strong with these alphas, giving you all the indicators that Jake had also received some kickback. Knowing that you were going to be met with some discussion with the alphas, you had dragged your feet when Steve parked the vehicle and started getting out.

He held you hand in his, possessively and protectively latching on as he lead you inside. he hadn’t allowed you to remove your coat or take your boots off on your own, rather he had stooped low and unlaced the ties before he unbuttoned your peacoat, putting both away.

“Can we at least talk about it here?” You tried pleading with Steve before being addressed by the other two, adhering yourself to him with every wile you had as an omega.

“We should all talk together.” Steve’s hand brushed against your shoulders and he he had kissed into your hair in passing, slipping by you to move toward the living room. You could sense them all now, with Jake’s warning giving you a head start on composing yourself, and even then you remained on edge.

“The doctor thought that her working this far along wasn’t good for her or the baby.” Steve’s communication with Ari and Ransom was open and even, the three of them on an equal level of standing within the pack. “She’s getting further along in her pregnancy and she needs to slow down.”

You stepped into the living room, crossing the threshold and directed your attention toward Jake. He was exhausted, clearly and innately drained of his energy though he was awake. the bags under his eyes were thick and poignant, casting a kind of shadow on his face that was unusual for the man you knew and loved.

“Alphas know best” rang through your head, it was a common and repetitive phrase that echoed as you sank down to the couch cushions and exhaled in a huff. Your hands fell to your sides, your head angled back as your eyes fluttered closed and for a moment you were dancing on the edge of sleep.

“We want what’s best for you,” Ari’s hand reached for yours, and whether it was a minute or ten that had passed, when you opened your eyes you found Jake & Ransom gone, “and whether we have to give you a command-“

“-its clear that you and Jake have been working too hard. You need to take a step back.” Steve and Ari had addressed you as one, taking the same front to speak with you as evenly and calmly as possible. “Taking it easier is the best way for you to get through the rest of your pregnancy.”

“-alphas know best.” You spoke softly, your own exhaustion starting to settle in your skin, and with a soft sigh, you had pushed yourself to sit up and then further to stand. “I’ll slow down, I promise.”

[hannahmanderr]

Dan for the ask game!

full disclosure: these opinions are pretty much exclusively based off of TUE and fan representations, not AGIT

One aspect I love - gonna be real honest off the bat and say I've never been totally sold on Dan, BUT that doesn't mean I don't appreciate his callousness. AGIT aside, it's great to have another DP villain who has no scruples and won't even bat an eye at razing down anything standing in his way. the only other villain like that in canon was Pariah Dark, but yeah. for some reason the ruthlessness intrigues me

One aspect I wish more people understood - *inhales* DAN IS NOT JUST DANNY'S ALTERNATE SELF like hooollly crap I know Danny is the main character but DAN IS LITERALLY HALF MADE OF PLASMIUS TOO and the Plasmius side of Dan often gets overshadowed (no pun intended) in favor of giving Danny more angst. and I get it, Vlad doesn't even know Dan exists (again, AGIT aside), but I'm talking more in terms of characterization. for instance, I see fics all the time that have Dan having memories of being Danny, but I barely see any acknowledgment of Vlad's side of it. idk I just wish people would recognize that mroe afdhkl

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have - a big contributor to Dan's instability is because he has two contrasting cores rattling around inside him. Danny's cold core and Vlad's hot core aren't meant to get along, especially in the same body. ofc it's gonna cause some pain and distress

One character I love seeing them interact with - keep this man away from everyone HONESTLY IN A WEIRD WAY seeing him interact with grown-up Valerie is fun. I like how it's implied she's really the only one who's ever been able to meaningfully stand up to him and keep him from making things too horrible, at least for Amity Park. I wish they had more of the fun taunting between them, but ig that part of Danny didn't make it over (insert sad emoji)

One character I want to see them interact with more - oKAY YOU KNOW WHAT I would've loved to see a newly formed Dan and a newly ghost-power-less Vlad interact. I know realistically, the latter probably went and hid right away bc he can be a coward, but I like to believe that Vlad had genuinely started to turn a corner after Danny came to him when his family died. Personally I think it would have been super fun to have Dan sticking around for a bit after he was first formed, taunting Vlad about his failure to fulfill on his promise to Danny, that he lost his powers, etc etc.

One (or more) headcanon(s) that involve them and another character - Dan essentially forced the Fright Knight over to work for him because he reminds the Fright Knight that it was him who got Pariah Dark kicked back off the throne - both parts of him really, since Danny did the fighting and Vlad did the locking. Either way, the Fright Knight is bound to serve whoever sits on the throne, and by all known laws of aviation, having defeated Pariah, Dan sits on the throne

#danny phantom #dan phantom #dark danny #ask game #ask hannah #anonymous #SORRY IF MY THOUGHTS ARENT ALL THAT INTERESTING SDHFFSD #like i said #dan isn't particularly my cup of tea BUT i do respect what he brings to the show #and i did like AGIT dan! #AGIT helped improve my outlook on him #thanks for the ask!!

[ace-donovan]

Ace was sprawled out on the couch in the office of Eli, his right hand man who posed as the leader of the gang on his behalf. Eli was hovering over the desk, looking at the blueprints for a building that Deucalion had claimed to. Tony was beside him, pointing at various places on the page. Although Ace was humming “Highway to Hell” while sending the taco emoji to Aedon, he was keenly listening to the conversation between the two men; constantly catching Eli’s eye for silent confirmation before he agreed or disagreed with Tony. 

A sudden vibration startled Ace and he sat upright on the couch, looking at the device in his hand. There was nothing displayed on the screen. Another vibration and Ace was standing, fidgeting with his jacket’s inside pocket to pull a second cell phone out. He snapped his fingers once—this was enough to command the room and Eli was rushing Tony out, holding the papers as he followed behind him. 

Once the door was secured and Ace was alone in the office, he answered the phone and placed it against his ear, listening to the frantic voice of his sister. Ace was always the calm one of the bunch, slow to anger, but in that moment, he felt anger like nothing he had ever experienced before. How could his sister be so foolish? He didn’t say anything about that now. He’d cut her a new one later, but for now, through clenched teeth, he said, “Tell me everything you said to him.” 

White knuckles splayed across the man’s hand that held so tightly to the phone. He felt his mind racing, already trying to find new avenues of protection for his family. “Keep your head down and get to LA,” Ace said and hung up. Brother. Arya told the guy that one of her brothers had arranged their winter holiday. Ace strutted across the room and knocked on the door, knowing Eli would be on the other side waiting. Just short of two seconds later, he was walking in. Ace motioned at the portrait on the wall where the safe was. Eli took the silent instruction and started for it. 

“Damn it, Arya,” Ace muttered to himself as he used the same cell phone that Arya called to dial Adriel’s number. As soon as he heard the gruff of the man’s voice on the other end, Ace said, “Run. Go now.”

Next, Ace called August but it went straight to voicemail. Fuck. He tried again, nothing. He called AJ. Again, nothing. Shit. They always were the worst ones about having their phones on hand. Ace then took his primary phone and texted them both to call him as soon as possible. 

“Boss?” Eli said questionably but he didn’t say anything else. 

Ace turned to face the man who was standing there with the duffel bag. “Let’s go,” Ace said flatly, sending one final text as the men walked out of the room. aedon, i’ll explain later. Once he was in the passenger seat of the Tahoe, he looked over at Eli in the driver’s seat. “We’re going to New Mexico,” he finally said, closing his eyes and exhaling. Fuck, here we go.

#[ace x 7] #[part 3]

[starspyder]

I’m sick and need comfort from a military man, here’s a sick!fic featuring my sweet angel Gaz 🥰

Warnings: sick!reader, Gaz is the best and nobody can change my mind. Emetophobia warning but is only briefly mentioned. Soap and Ghost are annoying lol

Reader’s callsign is Vulture!

It started out with your bleary eyes, blinking open against the faint orange sunrise streaming through the window of your private barrack.

Your head was pounding as you sat up and tried to silence your alarm. 0600 was still a bit late for you to be awake, but breakfast wasn’t until 0700, so you still had plenty of time to get to the mess hall.

When you finally sat up, the ache in your back seemed to shoot directly up your spine, making your headache even worse.

“Fuck me, not this shit again.” You grumbled.

About a month ago, a flu swept through the base like the biblical plagues. Everyone got it— even Ghost, who almost had to be sedated before Soap finally convinced him to stay in bed and rest. It was rough on everybody, except for you. You managed to scrape by without any symptoms, much to your team’s chagrin.

Body aches, chills, sore throat, and an awful cough were the worst symptoms, but you’d heard of a few soldiers who tried to push through the worst of it and ended up nearly passing out from overworking themselves. Soap may or may not have been one of them, despite his hypocritical efforts to keep Ghost on bed rest.

Making your way to your private bathroom, dark circles had made their home under your eyes, and you were experiencing terrible cold sweats. Your skin was oily and you somehow felt even worse than you looked.

With coughs that wracked your whole system, you shot a quick text to Price, informing him of your current state and that you’d head to the infirmary before breakfast.

Unfortunate timing, Vulture, Price had texted back. Was hoping for you to lead drills today.

You rolled your eyes and send him the middle finger emoji in response, before getting dressed as comfortably as possible for your trip across base. As you pulled on a sweatshirt, a knock rang from the door.

“Vulture, you up? I’ll save you a seat in the mess, if ya’d like!”

Oh, Kyle. Poor, sweet Kyle.

You didn’t miss the way he grimaced at the sight of you, as you opened the door to greet him.

“It got me, Gaz. Call my sister, tell her I won’t make it home for Christmas.” You dramatically claimed. Gaz hissed through his teeth.

“You look terrible. Have you been to the infirmary yet?” He asked, concerned with your state.

When this sickness made its first round, Gaz was hit first. You did what you could, even making homemade soup in the private kitchenette in the 141’s rec room, and sticking by his side even when he was puking up his guts in the toilet.

“Was about to be on my way,” You moved past him, shutting your door behind you.

“I can come with, if you want? You took care of me when I was in the same boat, so let me return the favor.” Gaz followed you like a loyal dog, opening the door for you as you stepped outside, then handed you his sunglasses as he noticed you shut your eyes against the rising sun.

“Don’t worry about me, Gaz, I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” You promised, giving him a tight lipped smile as you departed towards the infirmary.

———

The next day, however, you were even worse. You couldn’t even make it out of bed, before you decided to take another sick day. Thankfully, there were no upcoming missions so for the foreseeable future, you would be able to ride this out in a semi comfortable place.

You’d been given the proper antibiotics, but it barely seemed to touch you at all.

Around lunchtime, as you were stuck between dozing off and waking up from those awful cold sweats, someone knocked on your door. You weakly called out and beckoned them inside.

You peeked your eyes open to see Soap and Ghost standing in the doorway, the latter of them armed with some kind of aerosol can.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You rasped.

“Oh, hen, I’m hurt! We just came tae see how yer faring, and this is the thanks we get!”

You sat up slowly, brows furrowed as you glared at both men.

“If you came to make fun of me, get it over with, please—and keep your voice down, Soap, my head’s killing me.”

“Spray down whatever you touch with this.” Ghost grunted out, tossing the aforementioned can across the room. It flopped on the bed next to you and you craned your neck to read the label; 100% Antibacterial Aerosol Spray.

“Thanks, L.T., this’ll do me a world of good.” You rolled your eyes.

Soap took a step into your room, his nose crinkling as he sniffed.

“When’s the last time you showered, hen?”

You whined dramatically, flopping down into your pillows.

“Unless you want to drag me to the showers, I wouldn’t complain. You smelled like a dog drowned in his own piss when you were sick.”

Ghost huffed a laugh at Soap’s reaction.

“Fine, we’ll let ye wallow here. Get better, bonnie!” Soap said in dismissal, closing your door far too loudly for your taste.

You looked to the spray can and snorted, kicking it to the foot of the bed as you curled back under the sheets.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep for good this time.

———

Three knocks at your door awoke you for the second time today, but it cracked open before you could get a word out.

Your eyes sluggishly opened as Gaz made his way into your room, his arms full of various shopping bags and a few takeout boxes.

“Wha’s all this?” You slurred sleepily.

“Medicine, some snacks, electrolyte drinks, and your favorite takeout.” Gaz smiled proudly.

Your stomach fluttered. “You didn’t have to do all this for me, Gaz.”

He waved his hand and made a face.

“Don’t worry about it. Just let me take care of ya, lovie.”

Gaz motioned for you to scoot over as he handed you a bottle of Gatorade, then began to unpack the takeout boxes. Based on the boxes, he went to three different restaurants.

“What all did you get?” You asked.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be in the mood for anything, so I got options— pizza, Nando’s, and I went to that café you like and got soup.” He rambled. “I picked up some of the good medicine, not the rubbish they have in the infirmary, those are basically horse pills…”

The way that Gaz went above and beyond, even going off base to find something you may or may not even keep down— just because he wanted to. He could be running drills or shooting the shit with Soap, but he was here.

He stopped his rambling when he saw your face, the teary eyed smile plastered on your face.

“You okay?”

You huffed a laugh, wiping your eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Gaz.”

Gaz sat on the bed next to you, pulling you close to his chest with an arm around your waist.

“Just returnin’ the favor, love.” He replied with a tender kiss to your forehead.

———

Ending was a little lazy, I’m currently fighting off NyQuil 💀

Hope y’all enjoyed! -Star

#starspyderfics #kyle garrick x reader #Gaz x reader #Kyle Gaz Garrick x reader

[blackholemojis]

If this is too much feel free to ignore but can you make these that I'm missing on my AAC please :

scar / scars on arm , general self Injury (hitting self?)

Psychosis , paranoia , delusions , hallucinations

Addiction , sobriety , harm reduction

Punk (maybe a battle jacket?) , emo

Vinyl + vinyl player

I’m going to answer these in batches based on subject and then put all of the emojis here as well, if you don’t mind, so look out for updates on this post! I did the first couple just now, and the others will be made when I have time

a nondescript limb with three different scars on it: a scar with stitch scar dots, a plain line scar, and a burn scar. All go across the limb in the same direction, just to show different types of scars

a limb with a scar bordered by scar dots from stitches

a limb with a plain line scar

a limb with a burn scar

a nondescript jointed limb with line scars on the upper and lower halves

a nondescript jointed limb being hit with a fist, with red lightning bolts to show injury

Hallucinations: a brain with two speech bubbles above it (all of these follow this general pattern). One has a red loud speaker and the other has a pair of eyes looking to the side, to show audio and visual hallucinations.

Delusions: the same design, but in the speech bubbles, there’s a person with exclamation marks next to them to represent paranoia, and a purple hat with purple particles around it to represent magical thinking and similar things.

Paranoia: in the speech bubbles for this brain, there is a yellow triangle caution sign, and a pair of large exclamation points to represent caution and perceived danger.

Psychosis: in the speech bubbles for this brain, there is a pink planet with a purple ring around it, and a green PAC man style ghost. These represent thoughts and beliefs that stem from psychosis, and aren’t generally accepted any most people.

The designs for these next three involve islands as a metaphor for how addiction can feel, like you’re trapped and can’t leave. Being alone on the island represents addiction by itself, having an umbrella represents harm reduction so it’s not as distressing or dangerous, and having a boat in the ocean with the broken cycle arrows represents sobriety

Addiction: a circular emoji of a figure standing on a sandy island surrounded by choppy waves. The border is two curved lines with arrows

Harm reduction: the same emoji, but the figure is sitting at the base of a green umbrella

Sobriety: the figure is now in a green boat on the ocean, and has little happy rays coming off them. The arrows are now broken at the top

a vinyl player viewed from above. It’s square shaped and made of brown wood, and has a clear lid.

a vinyl record. It has a yellow middle with lighter lines, and matches the vinyl in the record player emoji.

a person wearing punk battle jacket. The emoji is focused on their jacket, which is blue and has shoulder spikes, various patches, and pins on it. Two recognizable patches are a rose patch, a black solidarity/resistance fist, and antifascist arrows (three diagonal arrows pointing down and to the left).

a punk person looking forwards. They have a confident expression. They have red dyed hair styled in liberty spikes (spikes all over the head), many piercings, and red eyeshadow.

pan emo person looking forwards. They have a deadpan expression. They have chin length black hair with bleached bangs covering half of their face, and are wearing black eyeshadow and lipstick. They have two ear piercings.

#person emojis #body & brain emojis #scarring #self injury #mental health emojis #delusions #hallucinations #paranoia #psychosis #addiction #recovery #harm reduction #punk #emo

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

😴 - Falling asleep after sex

Best way to fall asleep is in someone's arms. 

Requested by williewildkat on AO3

“Falling alseep. This is rather fitting. I’m on my fourth 12 hour shift in a row and I feel rather ready to die, so I guess that’s the reason these last few prompts were written so strangely” I say to an empty chair, standing on the patio of my workplace, drinking my fourth cup of coffee and smoking my tenth cigarette that day. ((Author’s note: yes, I hope to write some rougher fucking soon, but I can only do that when I’m well rested, I don’t have enough mana rn))

written for the NSFT Emoji

NSFT - GET LOST CHILDREN

😴 - Falling asleep after sex

Father Paul’s brain was still swimming in endorphins as he lay next to you in his bed. He’s had a stressful few days and, like the angel that you were, you were there for him when you arrived at the rectory late in the afternoon. You immediately knew something was wrong with the usually cheerful priest and set out to help him. He told you about his problems, head resting on your lap, with your fingers combing through his dark hair and massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes, when your nimble fingers began stroking the features of his face, slowly running over thick expressive eyebrows, the slope of his nose, the slight cleft in his chin, over the edges of his lips. It settled above the centre of his cupid’s bow.

“Philtrum comes from the Ancient Greek word philéō , did you know that?” you asked, a single digit mapping out the edges of the cleft, “They thought it was the most attractive aspect of the human body. Philéō means ‘to love’, ‘to kiss’.” And you leaned down to press your lips against the priest’s philtrum. His arms came to embrace you as well as they could, considering the awkward angle and he reciprocated the kiss softly.

He knew whispered soft words and even softer lips against his own wouldn’t magically banish his problems, but they were pretty good at convincing him that he could deal with them, come what may.

Paul sat on the edge of the small dining table, watching in awe as you cooked his favourite meal, giving him a wink or a smile each time you caught him staring. It always hit him like a hurricane, just how lucky of a man he was, to have someone care for him like you do, to have such great love given to him, freely and willingly. He intended to let you know that this love is returned tenfold.

He took you to bed after the dinner, wine you shared with the food still clinging sweetly to his lips, its fruity taste melting against your tongue. Father Paul took his time, making sure to press kisses everywhere he could. His mouth descended upon your forehead, moving then to brush against your closed eyelids gently, like they were rose petals. Though his lips strayed then to your jaw, your neck, collarbone and lower, they always came back to drink from your mouth, making him more drunk than any wine could.

He brought you to your peak with his lips and tongue two times, kneeling before the bed, fingers digging into the soft skin of your thighs, occasionally coming up to fondle your breasts, fingertips running over your sensitive ribs. Your core fluttered against his tongue and trembling hands pulled at his still clothed shoulders.

When he finally, finally, pushed into your heat, ‘Thank  you, thank you, thank you,’ is what he whispered into that little cleft above your lips. It truly was a perfect place to kiss and love. Your heels dug into the small of Paul’s back, and fingernails left red half crescent moons on his shoulder blades. The priest fucked you slow and deep, his pubic hair dragging sweetly against your little sensitive nub in every stroke. His arms, which were previously supporting his weight, resting on each side of your head, now curled around your waist, and you were entirely trapped underneath the large, warm body of Crockett Island’s parish priest.

Your moans and whimpers of pleasure made his body feel like it was on fire, but at the same time rid his mind of all trouble, every single one of his cells focusing on you only.

It was only after you fell apart before him for the fourth time that night, that your lover finally allowed himself relief, filling your oversensitive core to the brink and collapsing on top of you. He only rolled off once his now soft shaft slipped out, making you wince slightly. Paul helped clean you, very careful in his movements, as he didn’t want to cause you any discomfort. After getting rid of the wet flannel into the bathroom sink, he climbed after you into his bed. You lay on your side, looking at him with a soft smile and a sleepy, but content, look in your eyes. Your hand came to caress his face again, thumb stopping on his philtrum again for a bit, before moving down to his lips.

Paul pressed a kiss against it, then your entire palm, then moved to kiss you fully. “Love you,” you whispered into the still and quiet, words only for his ears to hear. His fingers combed through your hair, pushing it off your relaxed face. He watched as your eyes began closing on their own accord. He nearly didn’t dare to blink, unwilling to miss a single millisecond, and his hand stayed in your hair long after your breathing evened out. “Love you,” he said back, finally, moving closer to nestle you into his chest, arms enclosing your form as if he hoped to shield you away from the world, to keep you safe and happy and warm. Smooth legs unconsciously tangled with his own under the covers, and the priest once again marvelled how perfectly your bare bodies fit against each other.

He held you even closer and finally closed his eyes, absolutely happy and enveloped by your scent. In your sleep you returned his embrace.

I hope you enjoyed reading. You can also read this on my AO3, as well as all of my other Father Paul stories.

If you wish to request any of the emoji prompts, feel free to slide into my ask <3

#fanfiction #reader insert #midnight mass #midnight mass fanfiction #father pual #father paul hill #father paul smut #father paul x reader #father paul hill x reader #nsft emoji #i really just want slow sex and warm cuddles with the priest rn #im so fuckjng tired man

[wwenhlimagines]

Giving Lip (Part 2) - Wardlow Smut

Warning: smut 18+ only

Part 1

The next morning, you wake up and roll over to your side smiling as your phone shows you have a text from Wardlow.

Good morning gorgeous. Still on for 10?

Of course! I'm in room 415.

He sends back a thumbs up emoji and you get in the shower to freshen up. When you get out of the shower, you start working on your hair when your phone dings again. Wardlow sent you a picture and you already knew today was going to be a good day.

You bite your lip before sending him a picture of yourself wrapped in a towel fresh out of the shower. You style your hair and go through your skin care routine with about 15 minutes to spare. You pick out your outfit and get dressed spraying some perfume and body spray before picking your phone back up.

Hope you are almost ready babygirl. 😘

Ready whenever you are babe 😉

Within a few minutes, you hear a knock at your door and grab your purse before answering it. Wardlow is standing there with a black short sleeve henley and jeans on with a small lunch cooler slung across his body. You smile at each other as you walk out of your room and join him in the hallway. "You look beautiful Y/N." You blush and place a hand on his cheek pulling him down for a peck on the lips. "Thank you. You look very handsome Mr. Mayhem." He smiles and offers you his hand as you walk to the elevator.

Once you get inside, he chuckles lightly "So I have graduated from Wardog and moved up to Mr. Mayhem now?" You nod and look down at his bag. "Yes you have. Now tell me what is in your bag here." He opens it up and you see water bottles and some of your favorite snacks (like cheezits, m&ms, grapes, whatever) and he smiles as your eyes widen slightly. "I may have asked Anna for a little help on what snacks you'd like for the sightseeing tour." You look up at him and kiss him again just before the doors open in the lobby. "That's so sweet of you. What's the plan for sightseeing?" He smiled and puffed out his chest "I did some research last night and I found us the best of the best sights to see. I am the tour guide today." You giggle at how serious he is trying to be before walking out of the hotel hand in hand.

For the next few hours, the two of you walk and Uber around the city seeing some cool art and historical places. You both munch on the snacks as you walk around and talk about yourselves. You find a quiet little diner to eat lunch in and giggle as the two of you exchange embarrassing wrestling match stories. As you try to reach to pay for the bill, Wardlow slips the waitress a $50 bill "Keep the change." She smiles and nods walking away "Thank you so much. Have a great day."

You look over at him smirking "You sly little bastard. I wanted to pay for lunch." He smiled and helped you get out of the booth before walking back out "First date means I pay sweetheart. You can pay for the next one." You smirk "So you just assume their will be a second date." He slides his fingers between yours "A man can dream." You walk in a comfortable silence back to the hotel and he walks you back up to your room.

You open the door and turn around to look at him before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss slowly walking backwards into your room. He happily kisses you back and walks you into your room before making sure the door closes. He breaks the kiss to toss his bag to the side as you do the same before jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His hands hold you up by your upper thighs and he walks you over to the bed before slowly laying you down and climbing on top of you.

The two of you spend a few minutes lazily kissing and feeling each other up before his lips trail down to your neck. "We don't have to-" he kisses right below your ear making you moan and pull him in closer. "Remind me how you helped me stretch again." He smirked against your neck before sitting up and grabbing one leg placing it against his chest and leaning forward like he had the day before. You felt his hard cock rub against your wet core and moaned "Mmm... fuck me Wardaddy."

Something in him snapped as he frantically got rid of his clothes and your own before licking a thick stripe up your wet core causing you to shiver and moan. You look down at him to see the fire burning in his eyes before he plunges two fingers inside you. He crawled up the bed while thrusting his fingers in and out of you watching your eyes roll back when he curled his fingers just right.

Once he felt you were close, he removed his fingers and slowly sucked them clean keeping eye contact the whole time. "So damn delicious babygirl. Are you ready for Wardaddy?" You nod and whimper as his tip slides up and down your folds. "Please fuck me" He smirked before thrusting in about halfway watching your eyes grow wide and your hands reach out for him. "You ready for more?" You nod and take a deep breath as he pushes all the way in letting his hips touch yours as you bring his lips down to yours.

You kiss him passionately and when you feel comfortable for him to move, you pull away. His forehead rests against yours as he slowly thrusts in and out allowing you to adjust. Your hands wrap around to the back of his neck as you start rolling your hips against him. He smirks before pulling one leg up like earlier making you much tighter and he can barely move. His hips roll and grind into yours loving the tightness. His tip rocks back and forth over your g spot making you arch your back sending your tits up to his face.

He dips his head down and sucks on your right nipple as your pussy starts to clench around him. He lightly grazes his teeth over it before sitting back and putting your other leg on his chest and crossing your ankles over each other as he leans forward. You had no idea you would be this tight to feel every ridge of his cock as he slowly thrust in and out. "Holy shit... you feel so fucking good babygirl. So tight and wet for me just begging for me to cum inside you."

You moan and squirm as you feel the pressure build up. Wardlow sits up and picks up speed thrusting into you fast and rough as he watches you unravel underneath him. "Oh my, fuck... Wardlow..." Your hands grip the sheets as your whole body shakes and you cum around him. He groans above you as he watches he unfold before pulling out and putting his dick between your wet thighs and continues thrusting until he cums on your stomach.

You watch as his cum jets out from the tip and wait for him to put your legs down and look at you. Your fingers wipe his cum off your stomach and you slowly lick each finger sucking on the tips. His head falls back as he watches before he lays down next to you. "You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?" You wink before kissing his nose. "I guess I've got a lot to teach you Wardaddy."

Tags: @cuzimacomedian @lghockey @eddie-kingstons-wifey @plentyoffandoms @moxleyunstable @wardlow @louisianalady @damnnhausen @daddyhausen @heavymetalgirl420 @thesupreme316 @sophiistugs @nicoleveno14 @bigpsychicbagelauthor @racerchix21 @windhamsrotunda @sultryfandoms

#wardlow smut #wardhoes #wardlow imagine #aew smut #aew imagine #wrestling smut requests

[buckets-and-trees]

Sketch of Sam and Natasha

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Natasha x Sam

Word Count: 1k

Summary: When Natasha Romanov picks up Steve Rogers for one Lumerian Star rescue and recovery mission on the National Mall, it’s not the first time she’s encountered Sam Wilson.

Content Warnings: a couple of flirts, strangers to one-night stand to ???, reference to sexual intimacy, charming as hell Sam (needs a warning)

Additional Notes: Years ago I came across someone* putting up the theory that one could interpret the interaction between Sam and Nat in this iconic Captain America: The Winter Soldier scene as definitely NOT having been their first time – that the delicious chemistry there could be a re-meeting, and that has stuck with me ever since. So I humbly enter this as the seventh of the eight gifts for the 2022 Holiday Extravaganza…

*that someone was Mackie in an interview. I forgot. 😂

MISSION ALERT.

EXTRACTION IMMINENT.

MEET AT THE CURB. :)

Nat smirked as she added the little emoji at the end, then hit send. She was a goddamn ray of sunshine in Rogers’ life, and he better well appreciate it.

The light turned green, and she hit the gas, closing in on the dot tracking Steve’s location on the car’s GPS navigation system. She made the turn from Pennsylvania Avenue onto 3rd Street, and then revved the engine just as she pulled up to the curb.

As she turned her head, punching the button to roll down the passenger side window, she clocked him, and her heart skipped a beat in surprise, but she forced herself to take a steady breath and keep it cool.

“Hey, fellas,” she called out, glad she’d already formulated a clever line to roast Rogers and get things off to a good start this early in the morning, and continued, “either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he strode quickly forward. “That’s hilarious.”

Nat’s eyes focused on the other man though. The one Steve had been talking to. The one who was crouching down to get eye level with her. The one whose running shorts were riding up thick thighs she had the pleasure of appreciating up close three days ago. The one she didn’t really think she’d see again. The one she bumped into three times in the Trader Joe’s and unabashedly flirted with (because he was charming as hell and served it right back to her at a level of a true professional while somehow also being the most respectful flirt she’d ever engaged with).

[Three days ago…]

“Checking me out at the check-out, Red? I don’t know, that’s some serious romantic comedy stuff right there. One might even argue you conveniently timed this to seduce me.”

“What I’m hearing is you want me to seduce you,” Nat tosses back.

He has the nerve to drop his eyes for half a second, bashfully chuckling, before looking back up at her. “I imagine there are very few people who wouldn’t jump at the chance to be seduced by you.”

The two Trader Joe’s cashiers between them both oooh’ed at their exchange. The employee bagging groceries at Nat’s register isn’t quite done, but apparently must slip away and leaves the cashier to finish scanning and bagging the modest number of groceries.

That bagger was lightning fast, however, and returned with a bottle of shiraz two-buck Chuck. “On the house,” she said, slipping it in the bag with a wink. Nat shook her head, but all three of them grinned at each other. She had to admit sometimes even she was a sucker for how over the top a simple grocery store crew could be to make customers smile, as superfluous as it was in the face of all the shit going on in the world.

“I’m Sam, by the way,” the man said, as they both conveniently wrapped up their purchases at the same time, collecting their bags and heading for the door. “Sam Wilson. No need for introductions from you though.”

“I haven’t scared you off then. That’s good.”

“My mother raised me to treat women as the queens they are.” Again said in a tone that was equal parts charming flirt and genuine gentleman.

“So you gonna walk me home, Sam Wilson?”

He did.

When she invited him inside because it was only appropriate that they put the complimentary wine to good use, he agreed with the preface that he had only the best intentions and wouldn’t presume anything. She said if he played his cards right, he could presume away.

They broke open the wine but didn’t drink much of it. After a bit more sparkling conversation and some teasing touches, moving closer and closer on the couch, they abandoned their wine glasses and she did not regret kissing him into her bed where he brought her to ecstasy twice (worshipping her first, then seeking release together).

He asked her to point him to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth a few moments later. He read the mood and kissed her before starting to collect his clothes to get dressed. “I want to leave you my number, even though I have a hunch you can get all my contact information and full background check.”

She smirked.

“You already have it, don’t you.”

“A lady never tells.”

He laughed. “Shoulda known.”

“I didn’t read it yet – just a security clearance after the coffee aisle encounter to make sure you weren’t a security threat just in case.”

“And that’s on proper safety and vetting. But rather than being intimidated, it’s good to know you thought I was worth the check.”

He looked back over his shoulder at her as he laced up his shoes. She shrugged a shoulder but gave him a satisfied smile.

“Anytime you want to talk or not talk though, know that I’d take that call or text. No pressure. I imagine your life is pretty complicated, so this is me gracefully saying thank you for whatever heaven this was and no hard feelings if I’m not more than a one-night stand.”

Heated passion, charm, one of the least complicated bedroom exits, and leaving her with an inkling of wanting more?

Sam Wilson might be worth looking into again soon. She saved his contact in her phone.

[Back to present…]

As Sam crouched down, he smiled warmly at her. A polite but familiar tilt of his head, and then he gave her a respectful, “How you doin?’”

“Hey,” Nat returns, her smile -rare enough – a little softer than she was anticipating. The open invitation with no expectations was still clearly there. The confidence coupled with warmth resonated with her.

“You can’t run everywhere,” Steve throws out the window, oblivious to the subtext happening between her and Sam.

“No, you can’t.”

She continued to lock eyes with him, the smile still stuck on her face, and if she revved the engine as she pulled out because he was revving something low inside of her, she’d read into that later.

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yooooooo dude may i please request 🥐 with a side of ☁️?

member: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader genre: i don't think this is angst but it's definitely not fluff so...angst ig word count: 2142 warnings: none :P emojis requested: 🥐: social media star and follower ☁️: fifteen years later, seventeen go to their high school class reunion author's note: hello, bestie <3 this was originally supposed to be about seungcheol but jeongrot is a thing so here we are. this request was literally perfect for me so thank u for being a genius <3 i got inspo for this literally immediately so :))) i hope you enjoy this and happy jeonghan day !!!!!!!! (p.s. this is not edited please don't judge me <3)

“Are you going to be coming later? I didn’t take months out of my schedule to plan this just for my best friend to skip it! I even made sure we are going to be on the same team for all the activities!” 

Y/N sighed, holding their phone to their ear using their shoulder. Their laptop was in front of them, a Google Calendar open to their schedule for the next two weeks: each square was filled with meetings and events. 

“I don’t know, Mina. I don’t have a lot of time on my schedule. You said it’s on Saturday? What time?”

“Four! It’s from four to ten! I thought you wrote this down?”

Y/N began typing the information their best friend was giving into a new event. “You know I never actually write things down.” 

“Whatever, Y/N. You gotta be there,” Mina sighed tiredly.

“I’m trying, Mina.” Just then, a ding came through from Mina’s end of the phone. 

“Oh! I just got an RSVP back!” 

“Whose?” Y/N asked. 

“Oh my God! You’ll never believe it, Y/N!” 

“Just tell me who it was, Mina.” 

“It was Hannie! You remember? Yoon Jeonghan?” 

That name was not the one Y/N was expecting to hear. A flash of memories went through their head, one specifically standing out, the sound of his voice distinct in the memory.

You’re always going to say that you miss high school, Y/N. College is way more stressful: you have to make your own schedules as well as keeping a job, supporting yourself and doing things on your own. You move away from home and get all this weight on your shoulders. Everything is thrown at you in the matter of months. All I ask of you, darling, is that you do your best now, to get a head start on the best future you could have.

The only thing Y/N thought was being thrown at them at this point in their life was being forced to see Yoon Jeonghan again. It wasn’t that the two didn’t get along - no, it was far from that. It was just that Y/N is, understandably in their words, slightly upset with the man. 

As best friends, Y/N supported Jeonghan through everything, and now that he’s socially higher up than them, it hurts a bit; knowing that he basically forgot about them. Of course, Y/N could never be upset with their best friend. The two of them have been through way too much, Y/N just wishes that he tried a bit harder to keep them around. Or maybe Y/N was upset with themselves, that they didn’t try harder to keep Jeonghan around. 

The amount of messages that could have been sent or calls that could have been made over the past fifteen years, or even the amount of likes, and retweets depending on the app, that could have been shared between the two of you were forgotten as Jeonghan gained more followers and began leaving home more for his modeling. The idea of seeing him once again hit Y/N like a freight train.

y/n: are you sure yoon jeonghan is going to be there? 

Y/N was worried. They somehow managed to take the time off for the reunion, but it was a dreaded task, especially since Mina told them about the appearance Jeonghan would be making. Trying to mentally prepare themselves for seeing the man that forgot about his best friend was hard…how does someone prepare for that?

mina: yes, y/n. i’m sure he’s going to be there! and guess whattttt

y/n: what 

mina: he *didn’t* reserve a spot for a plus one

y/n: okay? what does this have to do with me? 

mina: you cannot tell me that one of the reasons why you were so heartbroken about hannie not talking to you was because you weren’t in love with the guy 

y/n: i wasn’t in love with the guy, he was just my best friend, Mina. i know it’s going to hurt when i see him again.

mina: yeah, yeah. just get your feelings sorted out and make sure not to make a scene at this event that your best friend (aka me, not hannie) has worked so hard on <3 

y/n: if all you’re worried about is whether or not i’m going to be there…chill. i’ll be there. just don’t expect me to agree to talk to jeonghan so suddenly. i’ll probably hang with joshua while you’re busy. 

mina: joshua hong? since when did you talk to him? 

y/n: i…talked to him enough to want to see him after fifteen years. 

mina: didn’t he have a thing for you? why do i have distinct memories of hannie trying to fight him?

y/n: nOTHING HAPPENED. 

y/n: the end. i’m going to bed now 

mina: y/n come back

mina: …y/n? mina: damn you, y/n.

Knowing that Mina was the one who put all of this together was the only thing that kept Y/N from staying home and opening their laptop once again. Though, that didn’t stop Y/N from having a plethora of excuses they wish they could use in order to stay home. 

First, the almost two hour drive to the venue from Y/N’s apartment. Of course, this would mean nothing to Mina as they were carpooling. Second, the lack of formal-enough but also casual-enough clothes to wear. Though, once again this would be no issue for Mina, as she always has something up her sleeve. Lastly, the biggest excuse of them all: Yoon Jeonghan. Was Y/N really ready to see their dreaded best friend after so long? No. Was he still deserving of the best friend title? According to Y/N, yes. According to Mina, no. 

That’s just something Mina has to get over. 

Mina, being the best friend she was, helped Y/N pick out the perfect outfit: something that proves that they had a good job and did not peak in high school, as well as making sure that same outfit wasn’t too eccentric for such an event. Being the perfect fashion designer she was, Mina did not fail to pick out the best outfit that not only looked amazing on Y/N, but also one that was perfect for all of the activities she and the rest of the reunion board had chosen for the event. 

“He’s gonna think you look great, Y/N.”

Y/N picked up the shirt that was laying on the bed closest to them and threw it across the room at Mina. It flew and missed Mina completely. “I am not dressing up for him! I don’t care what he thinks!” 

Mina laughed. “Okay well, hurry up and clean up because we have to get going.” 

“I didn’t even make the mess, you’re the one who took all my clothes off their hangers,” Y/N frowned. “It’s whatever I’ll just pick up when I get back.”

“I didn’t think you’d get so busy that we would rarely be able to meet, Y/N.” 

Y/N looked over to Joshua as he said this, a small smile on their face. “Trust me, I wasn’t expecting it either. And don’t tell Mina this but I’m happy she went through the work to set this up. I’m excited to see everyone again.” 

Joshua chuckled a bit. “Have you seen Seungcheol lately?” 

“I saw him a couple months ago at this cafe I go to a lot but I haven’t seen him since.” Y/N replied, tapping the transparent plastic cup they were holding. 

“I heard he’s been hanging out a lot with,” Joshua paused. “…Nevermind.” 

“Jeonghan? That wouldn’t surprise me. They were always close, weren’t they?”

“Heh, yeah. They were. I mean, before uh, he left.” 

Y/N looked over at their friend, “You know you can say his name. It’s not like he’s Voldemort or something.” 

“I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I mean, having someone you’re that in love with leave so sudden-”

“Why does everyone think I was in love with Jeonghan!”

“Probably because you were,” someone wrapped their arms around Y/N’s shoulders. “Even if you didn’t see it, everyone else did.” 

Joshua smiled. “Hey Cheol, we were just talking about you!” 

The man, Seungcheol, grinned and blushed a bit. “Hey, Shua. It’s nice to see you.” Seungcheol looked over at Y/N. “By the way, if you want to talk to him, he’s over there with Jimin and Taehyung. Says he was hoping to be able to talk to you tonight.”

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

He looked exactly like he did in his Instagram post Mina had sent Y/N this morning. His natural hair covered by a yellow bucket hat, and the baggy jacket he was wearing hanging off his shoulders like he was in a photoshoot and not at a high school reunion. 

Y/N didn’t dare to step towards the man, scared of any type of confrontation that may have been about fifteen years too late. It was only when they heard Park Jimin call their name from where he stood next to Jeonghan and Taehyung that they dared to make eye contact with any of the three. 

Jimin motioned for Y/N to cross the room towards their three classmates, and Y/N had no choice other than to walk towards them (especially since Joshua and Seungcheol were watching this whole encounter from next to Y/N, daring to give them a little push on the back to get them to start walking). 

“Hi, Y/N! It’s so nice to see you!” Jimin gave Y/N an eye-smile while Taehyung waved. Jeonghan just stood there, not knowing what to say. 

“Hey!” Y/N was breathless. They weren’t sure whether it was because of the lack of space in the room for normal movement or the fear of being this close to Jeonghan. 

Y/N looked over to Jeonghan and shot him a quick smile, hoping that it was so fast he wouldn’t have even noticed it. 

Sadly he did. Jimin and Taehyung also must have noticed it, as they quickly made basic conversation before they awkwardly excused themselves to go find someone who they refused to name. 

That just left Y/N with Jeeonghan. 

Jeonghan coughed. “Um. Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hey.” 

The two stood there for a few seconds in awkward silence. 

“Look, I’m really sorry, Y/N,” Jeonghan set the cup he was holding down onto the snack table they stood next to. “I didn’t mean to basically ghost you. I just wasn’t expecting to get so busy so quickly and then…yeah.” 

“It’s whatever. I mean, I guess I’m kind of over it? Mina is definitely not but, yeah I just…don’t think it’s that big of a deal? I mean, it's been how long?”

Jeonghan nodded. “Well, I mean, we were best friends and I still lo- like your company just as much as I did then.” 

“Thank you for your apology, then. I never really stopped considering you my best friend, you know.” 

Jeonghan smiled. “Then I guess it’s time to finally go pull more pranks on Joshua and Seungcheol?” 

“If you break anything, Mina will be so pissed at you.”

It didn’t take long for Jeonghan to tell Y/N, as well as Joshua, Seungcheol and Mina that he got a contract closer to home. Of course, he was going to miss all the traveling, but he knew it would be good for Y/N and his friendship that he stayed. 

Otherwise, Jeonghan thought, how is he going to get Y/N to finally admit to their feelings for him? He clearly remembered overhearing the conversation Y/N and Seungcheol had the night of the reunion. 

“You did like him though, didn’t you?” Seungcheol questioned Y/N as he was filling up their cup. “I mean, everyone could tell back in high school that your friendship wasn’t just a friendship.” 

“I mean, yeah. I did like him back in high school but…it’s been years. He’s got more things to worry about now, like his career, rather than worrying about his best friend falling in love with him.” Y/N took a sip out of their freshly refilled cup. 

“I bet you anything, that if you walked up to him and told him you were still in love with him, he would drop everything for you. He regrets his decision to leave because of what it did to you guys.” 

“Seungcheol, I don’t know. I mean, today is the first time I’ve seen him since graduation…I don’t want to ruin anything else.” 

“So you admit to it? That you’re still in love with him?”

Y/N thought for a bit. “Of course. How could I not be?”

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If you're asking about NCT's rumor, I'll share you some information. I'm too lazy to log in my account so I'll use this emoji to countinue this topic.🦆 My friend went to study abroad and she's in same group with a ssf. she told me some informations she got. I'm not sure about the accuracy either so it's just for fun.

Firstly, the summer fight of Haechan and Mark in 2017 was because they both liked the same girl, so they were tense with each other for a while. But their relationship is better now because the girl doesn't like any of them.

Second, Jeno or Jaemin, I don't know because she just said J00, flirting with Jaehyun's crush.

Third, the NCT is too crowded, so it's inevitable that the members flirt with other members' crush or ex. Some of the members had a one night stand with the same girl.

the one night stand part reminds me of an astrology blog on here saying with initials about that

i swear from personal experience liking the same person is MESSY. i ended up liking the same person as my bestie (Mark and Haechan, if it’s true i feel your pain sweeties…)

if anything is true how they are still able to be in the same room is crazy! i can’t help my side-eye game 😁

this brings back two incidents from my younger years 🥲 of liking the same guy as my bestie and having another bestie telling me to stay away from “her man.” lol relationships and friendships are messy as hell!!!

#anon

[armpirate]

UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 17

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

Warnings: Mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, dirty talk

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I move my thumbs against each other, having a little fight on my lap as I try to hide my nervousness under the table. Her gray eyes keep reading my resume intensely, and the way she slightly curves one side of her lips down just warns me she might've read something she didn't like.

—So you haven't worked in this field?

The second her gaze moves from the sheet of paper to me, I feel small and intimidated.

—I've tried to do some unofficial work for some companies —she keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to go on and explain what I've just said—. They kept doing contests for people to create new logos or new designs.

—You said you "tried", so that means they didn't pick your designs? —she looks at me over her cat-eye glasses.

Pressing my lips together, I shake my head slowly. She then nods, and that's how I know it's all over for me. It was the only thing I could use to prove I'm more than ready and excited to work on what I've been studying, and she took it down. Clearly, when you have thirty more people waiting in line to get an interview to work for your company, a person with no experience is the least of your problems. Dump one and one hundred more will show up to take the vacancy in their place.

—As you'd understand, we need someone with experience to be part of our marketing team. Doing some designs for fun isn't enough —she places my resume back on the table, and fixes her eyes on me—. I wish you all the best.

Wishing me all the best won't get my ass to work.

I fake a smile, barely curving the corner of my lips up, as I stand up to shake her hand that's hanging in the air.

Leaving the building isn't any better. Although I feel relieved by this moment passing by, I also feel disappointed on how this is the third interview I managed to book in the past six months just for it to turn out on me being rejected again for the exact same reasons.

Asshole: How did it go?

Jungkook sent this a minute after I told him I'd start the interview. Yet he seems to be keeping an eye on his phone. As soon as I reply to the text he sent thirty minutes ago, he shows up with a new text.

Me: Seems like I'll be serving drinks a little longer

Asshole: Their loss

Me: Thats what losers say to comfort themselves

Asshole: I was just tryna be nice 🥺

I try my best to hold in the smile that aims to form on my face as soon as I read his text, and see his emoji.

Me: What is Mr. Nice doing?

Instead of just answering it, Jungkook sends me a pic. He's posing in front of a mirror inside of the studio, and I can see reflected the tattoo chair where I was sitting when we decided to go back in time in my life. Jungkook's pouty lips and wide dow eyes, while he's keeping two fingers up for the pose make me instantly giggle.

And I know it's way too late when I'm aware of what's just happened.

My phone starts shaking in my hand, and when I look at the screen I see his name again. Trying to get back some of my usual self, I take the call.

—I've been tattooing a cobra for almost five hours.

—Cobra as in the tattoo or a body part?

—Oh... Oh —he says lower as soon as he gets the double meaning—. Dirty mind, I see. There's no better way to cope with rejection.

—You know what's better to cope with rejection? Not being reminded you were rejected —I sigh—. But thank you for trying.

I think it's the first time Jungkook doesn't go along and drag the conversation himself. And it's my fault, to be honest. He was trying to cheer me up, and I blocked whatever it was he was trying to do.

—So... are you done? —I finally ask— I mean, do you have more customers?

—Not until four —he groans, and all I can think is that he's stretching out on his seat—. I think I'll go to the gym, grab something for lunch and come back. Mark is here anyway. What about you?

—I'll prepare lunch and get ready for work —I keep looking back while I head to the bus stop, just to make sure it isn't coming yet.

—I thought you were on your off day.

—I wish —an ironic laugh leaves my mouth just with the thought of having to stand assholes after what happened fifteen minutes ago—. Still three days left for my weekend. But it's alright, I could be doing worse.

Jungkook is about to speak, or maybe he does say something. But I stop him the moment I see the bus driving past me and getting nearer to the bus stop.

—Shit —my legs start running before I can even hang up—. I gotta get going. Talk to you later.

And again, he's almost going to say something, but I end the call before he can even say it out loud.

✸ ✸ ✸

And I confirm today hasn't been my day at all. I've been acting like a rabid dog for most of the evening, which scared some customers away. Or, at least, they avoided being attended by me, because at some point Tammy just told me to prepare those drinks while she was the one taking the orders directly from them.

She knew about what happened before we started our service -she insisted too much to get to know what was going on with my face. She knew how I was feeling because she's gone to a lot of castings to get, at least, a secondary role in different plays, but she was always rejected for several reasons. I guess that's why she didn't take my bad mood seriously. She knows it isn't aimed at her, or my job as a bartender. But the fact that I was so close to what I wanted to do, and how I filled my head with possibilities and daydreams at the thought of being chosen, that being back to reality felt like a punch straight to the throat.

It kind of makes me feel like I'm not good at anything. I kept overestimating myself, and now I'm back to reality: It's been four years since I finished the degree, and I've only been able to get booked for a few interviews, when most of the time companies would reject me just by looking at my resume.

It's pathetic.

And that mixed with the fact that today I let Tammy carry with the whole service almost by herself isn't making it any better.

Not only am I pathetic, but also unprofessional and a bad coworker.

My mental rambling gets interrupted by one thought as soon as I reach my floor: What the fuck is he doing here?

—You sounded off on the phone this morning —he starts explaining—. So I bought some sweets —he raises the plastic box filled with striking coloured candy—, and drove here.

The way he's just standing there, looking so small with his baggy clothes, with his black bucket hat and his squared smile, combined with the fact that he drove here so late into the night just to try to cheer me up makes me suddenly forget about everything that's happened today.

I'm unable to say no, although I'm a bit tired.

We don't really do much the moment we get in my apartment. We don't talk about my interview, or how was work. We just sit on the floor, backs resting on my couch, while we watch a movie he chose. I was hoping for a horror movie, I was in the mood to see some gore content, but Jungkook ended up choosing The Ugly Truth.

—Have you come over to do a teaching class?

And that's all I can think about the second Gerard Butler hangs up the phone at the guy Katherine Heigl was trying to win over.

He shushes me without taking his eyes away from my TV, he doesn't even move his eyes away to pick the candies he wants to eat. Honestly, I don't even think he's blinking at this point. Yet the second I pick the last gummy bear, when he's eaten most of them, he holds my wrist and takes it away from my fingers with his teeth.

—I've only eaten two of...

He shuts me up when his lips collide against mine. I feel his tongue exploring my mouth, and just a few seconds after I feel something light and fruity against my inner cheek. It takes me a bit to process what's just happened, and my pussy throbs the moment I do. I always pictured that as something disgusting, yet the way he sneakily moved his tongue and the gummy went from his mouth to mine... It was too hot.

How am I even supposed to focus on the movie now?

But I do the second he acts like nothing has happened. And we move on to the scene where they're both in the club, where Butler confesses why he doesn't believe in relationships and how he's had his heart broken by different girls. My eyes unconsciously move to Jungkook, after my head remembers how he never invites girls over and how he got himself in this deal instead of going after someone he could end up dating. And my gaze doesn't seem to go undetected since he stops the movie and turns to me before I can even move my eyes away.

—You want to know, don't you? —he turns to me with a funny smile.

—No —I lie, of course I want to know. It's just basic curiosity—. But... if you feel like sharing.

He chuckles with my response, and turns his whole body to me. He frowns, and his gaze moves up as he tries to remember and select how much he wants to share with me right now.

—It was just one —he tilts his head as soon as he seems to start remembering things—. And she cheated on me. I loved her more than she loved me. Simple as that. After five years of dating, instead of breaking up with me, she started seeing one of my customers. She only said she didn't want to hurt me, but she wasn't feeling the same way. Living together, working together... It wore her out.

And that was her excuse? So her plan was to cheat on him until she got tired of the other guy and could go back to Jungkook as if nothing happened? I'm not able to understand how someone could do something like that to anyone. But the fact that it happened specifically to Jungkook, makes me feel some type of way.

I'm unaware of the face I must be making until he pats my head and laughs, trying to make that tension disappear.

—Chill, cocktease. Last time I saw that look, you threw a shoe at my head —he clicks his tongue—. And it's not like you have any reasons to be looking this way.

And he's right. At most, we are just two people getting to be friends as a consequence of a weird deal we both came up with. Getting affected by what he's just told me, in the slightest, is the dumbest thing.

—I'm just annoyed. That's it —I shrug—. I can't stand lies, and I always get worked up when something similar happens in movies or shows.

But is that really everything there is to it? I can't dig deeper in this question, because Jungkook's voice interrupts my own answer.

—You look cute when you're annoyed —he moves his thumb across the frowned space between my eyebrows.

—Huh, so that's why you always try to piss me off.

He puckers his lips while he thinks of the answer, and simply nods before his lips cover mine carefully. He tastes so sweet and addictive right now, I can't do anything but pull him closer by sinking my fingers on his locks.

The care and finesse disappears fast the second we start sucking on each other's lips like our lives depend on it. I know he started kissing me because he saw I was starting to overthink about a situation I'm not even directly involved in, he wanted to wash those thoughts away, and it's working.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, and he has the exact same expression he had the first time we made out and he left when things were about to start getting better.

—Can we go to your room? —he asks with a raspy voice.

The second we cross the door to my room, while still holding hands, he makes me turn to him. Jungkook has the same look he's had the other few times we've been in a similar situation, he looks concerned, but so eager for it to happen that he doesn't dare to say a word that could ruin all of this.

I place my hands on his shoulders, looking for support, the second I stand on my tip toes to kiss his neck. I try to remember the way his lips moved on my neck, just to mimic those same kisses on his skin and get a few groans from him. He sounds so good, it only encourages me to keep going while my fingers start unzipping his pants.

I feel the muscles on his back and shoulders tense and move the second he slightly bends, just to take his baggy jeans off. And his gray sweater follows right after. My mouth goes dry the second I see him only wearing a pair of black boxers. And fuck, black has never looked so good on anyone else before.

Jungkook kisses my cheek and jaw, sliding his hands down my black polo shirt just so he moves them back up, taking the fabric with his digits until it's completely off my body. He moves the reverse of his index through my collar bone, down my chest -moving in between my still covered breasts-, and keeps going lower on my body until it reaches the edge of my jeans.

When he leans over me and I feel his warm breath near my earlobe, I try my best to relax and make my heart beat at a normal pace. But I know I failed when his lips curl against my skin as soon as he places them under my jar, just to leave a small kiss.

—Wait —I stop him, the moment the air hits directly against my exposed thighs—. I know it'll sound dumb, but I don't...

—You aren't ready? —he ends for me—. It's okay —he starts to step back.

—It's not that —I hold his arm—. I'm not ready for that —I move my head, and I'm sure he understands what I mean—, but I want to do something else. I want you to touch me —I whisper, unsure of what he'll think—, and I want you to teach me how to touch you.

Jungkook smiles at that, and points with his head towards the bed. Although he still asks a few times if I'm sure of what we are going to do. And honestly, I am. It's not like it's the first time we are in a similar situation, but it is the first time we are going to see each other completely naked.

—If you want to stop, just say it, okay? —he starts speaking the moment I'm lying in the middle of the bed, and he's following me right after.

I take off my bra and panties, under his attentive gaze. It's almost as if he's waiting for the minimum sign that shows that I'm uncomfortable to stop this, but far from that I bite my lip and get even more turned on when his black eyes travel down my body with such admiration and lust I'm starting to feel dizzy. But that feels like nothing the moment he takes his boxers off and leaves his cock in full display.

Sure I've seen a lot on porn sites, and of course I've imagined them while reading spicy books. And while his isn't as big as the ones I pictured, it's just as impressive how thick and hard it already is, while pointing directly at me.

He straddles my right thigh, while pushing the left one away to keep my legs spread for him. And while he holds his shaft with one of his hands, the other gives soft massages on my inner thigh, getting closer to my throbbing core.

—Put your fingers around me.

And just as he told me, I do it. He feels so hard in my hand, but at the same time so soft. He stops me when I'm going to move my hand up to his tip, and lets a string of spit fall from his mouth to his cock. The moment he starts motioning my hand under his on his cock, he lets out a grunt and slides the fingers of his other hand through my folds without a previous warning.

I move my hand on him slowly, up and down, while his fingers spread the wetness all over so he can start teasing my clit in circles.

—Have you ever touched yourself? —I nod, feel my mouth is way to dry to be able to answer with words.

The moan gets stuck in my throat when I feel the tip of his finger teasing my entrance, moving in circles until I unconsciously lift my hips to invite him in. The hold on his dick grows tighter as soon as his finger slips in, making both of us moan.

—You're so tight —he groans, sliding his whole finger in.

Jungkook starts moving in sync with my hand, and at some point I'm feeling tempted to look up to him to make sure whether he's liking it or not. But fuck, when his eyes meet mine, and I see him with that frowned sexy look, lips parted with a smirk I'm totally lost on him. I swirl my hand on his shaft, which causes that smirk to grow even wider.

I whimper when he moves his finger away, but let out a drowned moan when he adds a second finger to stretch me out.

—You're working on my cock so well —but just like the other time, his free hand reaches my face and separates my lips with his fingers so I can't keep my moans to myself—. Let me hear you. Let me know how good I'm being to you.

His fingers curl inside of me, reaching a familiar spot I've wanted to work on the few times I've tried. And he adds his thumb to the game, moving in circles on my clit. And that's when I know he wants to end me somehow. My head falls back, and my legs instantly move to spread wider for him, causing the thigh caged in between his legs to rub and press against his balls. He lets out a cracked moan as soon as the feeling hits him, and it only encourages me to repeat it a few more times.

—Jungkook —the wet sounds of his fingers are just making me go crazier by the minute—. Fuck, you're so good.

The knot in my stomach is about to crash, just a few more moves and I'll get loose right here and now. And of course he knows. He feels my pussy clenching around his fingers, which only makes him move faster on my clit and that particular spot. His hips start working on my hand the second his dick starts to tighten up against my palm.

A pornographic moan comes out of me when Jungkook's finger rub that same spot for the last time, and just a few seconds after I feel something warm falling over my chest and belly.

—Oh fuck —he moans with his eyes still closed—. Oh fuck —he repeats, but now he seems concerned.

When I open my eyes, he's looking at me worried. Carefully, his fingers leave my body and he gets up and heads to my bathroom.

—I'm sorry —he apologizes when he comes back with some toilet paper.

—It's alright —he starts cleaning me up softly, getting rid of the sticky liquid—. It's okay —I say, before he's able to apologize again.

—You were really good —he wipes the toilet paper over my sensitive core, making me whine slightly.

And while he's doing that, I think of that duality he manages to control perfectly. He was looking hot and sexy just a few seconds ago, and right now he's back to his cute self, glancing at me with a warm smile.

When he comes out of the bathroom, I see him looking around uncomfortably, uneasy. As if he weren't sure of what to do.

—You can stay the night —I assure him.

His eyes look shiny when he looks at me after I say that, but he shakes his head and starts picking up his clothes.

—It'll be better if I sleep back home —I see him dressing up.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else, he just kisses my head and leaves the room. And not too long after I hear the sound of my main door closing.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

[aquaticsoul]

An Assortment of NPCs/Side Muses

Any of these characters can receive asks at any time! Additionally, they may make frequent or semi-frequent appearances in pieces of writing and whatnot. I'll add images of them once I actually have art of them. I am just very new to drawing so I take a while- ANYWAY. Enjoy!

Also, he has a TON of other important relationships (such as his twin sister, all his coworkers/soul family, and his student/almost-son) over on my pal Kira's blog (and soon, another friend will swoop in with Sielu's favorite cousins >:3), and neither Sielu or any of these beloved muses would exist without his help. I recommend popping over to @shiroi---kumo if you get the chance to show some love to his worldbuilding. Send him an anon, brighten his day, etc. etc.

Iiriksen Sade | Iris Rain

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Sielu's beloved father, who helped foster his love for music by simply existing. Sade was calm, caring, doting, and loved his family above all else - even his cherished afternoon nap time. He worked as a music librarian and occasional violinist for a long-standing local community choir, which he did bring young Sielu along to. He had deep purple hair and Mist with blue eyes and horns of a deep emerald. It's also worth noting that he was a short man for a Misterican, standing at only 5'5", but his heart more than made up for it. There was never any question at all about how much he loved his kids, though he was often questioned by peers about why he seemed not to be proud about their accomplishments. In reality, he cared very much, but he was of the firm belief children are not bragging points and his relationship to them and to his wife took priority over any material thing. Rarely did he speak to strangers of their many talents, but often did he talk about how much he enjoyed their latest afternoon spent together.

Keskiyön Siipi | Midnight Wing

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Sielu's beloved mother. She was, at one point, an extremely talented percussionist and met her husband through them being in the same ensemble during the Misterican equivalent of high school. They quickly became best friends, then started dating a couple of months later. Her mother was killed in the war against Windaria when she was 19 and her father had always been extremely ill. Sade (20 at the time) and his mother ended up basically moving in with her part-time to keep her company, as Mistericans are not adults until 25 and Siipi was struggling to figure everything out. With her father's dying wish two years later to see his daughter have security and a family to love her, she married Sade just before she turned 22. She turned her family house into a comfortable home again with Sade's help, and until the day she died, she worked day in and day out to keep it that way for both of her children. While Sielu remembers her as the stricter (and "overly worried") parent, he also remembers her as a fiercely devoted mother and one of the kindest people to ever exist. Additionally, he always considered her the better chef and attributes her baking to the reason he's a bit of a sugar fiend. She had very light blue hair and deep blue eyes, with three horns resembling lepidolite.

Ukkonen Pauhu | Thunder Roar

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Sielu's most-adored music teacher. The man was a bit out there, but his material was always engaging and he had a great rapport with Sielu even well into Sielu's adulthood. He taught choir to the kid in high school, but he also ran a community choir that he'd taken over from his family that Sielu had been a part of since he was about four years old. He had orange eyes, lightning yellow hair and Mist, and looked at all times as if he'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket and survived. Many of Sielu's teaching methods come from him.

Vihreä Terälehti | Green Petal

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One of Sielu's best friends from childhood, Vihreä was unfortunately an easy target for childhood bullies. Seeing the fellow six-year-old crying off by himself, Sielu went and sat with him, trying to cheer him up with jokes and singing. He didn't listen to a word from his classmates, instead choosing to go against the crowd in typical Sielu fashion to befriend the other boy. Soon, they were joined by a third party, being one Oranssi Lento, who only added to the attempts at joking around. As they grew up and Sielu got more bold, Terälehti was often the one keeping him from getting into too much trouble and bringing him home after any incidents. He had "the most beautiful amber eyes [Sielu had] ever seen", and dark green hair.

Oranssi Lento | Orange Flight

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Where there was a young Sielu, so also was there a young Lento. While Terälehti tried to be a voice of reason, Lento was entirely encouraging of her friend's antics and often helped to plan them. She followed Sielu into their community choir when she was nine, and still credits Sielu for helping her find things to do outside of being maliciously compliant. Her fiery personality and willingness to absolutely verbally destroy her declared enemies reminds Sielu of sunlight - gentle and warm to those who need it, but a powerful force of nature to those who deserve it.

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc. #guest muse: sade #guest muse: siipi #guest muse: lento #guest muse: terälehti #guest muse: pauhu #death tw #war tw #illness tw #arc ; sing dear bird (misterica)