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vivwritesfics · 21 hours

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hi 🥹🥹 idk if this is okay but can i request a os ( or a series if you think it’s worthy, you decide ! ) where lando and yn are exes and they meet during a party after soooo many years and they are still super angry at each other (no cheating because i read your rules but idk, maybe they broke up because of distance?? or lando wanted to focus on his career ??). Despite that, tension builds up and they end up having sex all night and then they confess they never forget each other and idk a lil happy ending?

a right person wrong time ex lovers to enemies to lovers again sort of idk ahahahahahah

love youuuuuu

I've been pretty away from things for the last two days and I'm sorry, but hoping to get back on track real soon

Verstappen reader

Warnings: light smut, fingering

When you break up with someone you're still in love with, it sucks. It really fucking sucks. So much that it's easier to let yourself hate them than miss them.

It was years ago, but she still hated him. And seeing him on her television so often made her hate him more. It would have been easier if he hated her too, but he didn't. Her brother made sure she was aware of it.

She'd managed to avoid races, has done for years at this point. But Max was about to win his third championship, and he wanted her there for it.

So, he flew her out to Qatar.

For the entire race weekend, she ignored him. She ignored him with everything she had. Hiding out in the Red Bull garage, walking the other way whenever anybody dressed in orange came towards her.

But then Max won the goddamn championship. That wasn't what she was mad about. She was so fucking happy that her big brother had won the championship. She couldn't say no to going out partying with him.

Neither could Lando, either.

He didn't know she was going to be there, didn't know that she was even in the country. But, the moment his eyes met hers, fuck. He couldn't stop himself from striding over to her, drink in hand.

"Hey," he said, a little breathlessly. Well, she she looked incredibly fucking good.

Her hand reached out and struck his face. Lando held his cheek as he looked down at her. "What was that for?" He asked, but he knew. He knew how he had fucked up and he regretted it so much.

""Fuck you," she spat, stepping closer. But then she backed off to find her brother.

The night kept going on like this. They kept running into each other, dancing together for just a few minutes before she remembered who she was with and backed off.

Lando hadn't kissed her at the end of the night. He hadn't climbed into her lap as she sat in a booth (something she did to her). With her situated in his lap, hands on the back of his neck, she pressed her lips to his own.

"Fuck," he grunted against her lips as he grabbed her waist.

She whimpered and began trailing kisses down his neck. "Take me to your room, Lan," she whispered.

Her voice was so soft, how could he ever say no?

That was how she ended up in his hotel. Lando laid her on his bed, his hands touching her like he hadn't forgotten how. She moaned as he pulled down her underwear, his hands touching her thighs. Even this was better than anything she'd had in the years since they broke up.

"I've missed this," he whispered as his finger ran through her folds. She tossed her head back as he felt just how wet she was.

Fuck, he needed her now.

Lando dropped his trousers. He slowly and gently thrust his fingers into her, opening her up before he entered her.

It was like he was made to fill her. And he did, over and over again, until the sun shone through the window and light filled the room.

The new day came a new sense of clarity. She'd fucked her ex. Who the hell made the mistake of sleeping with their ex? She couldn't help but feel stupid as she looked at him, sleeping in the bed beside her. She'd missed him, so damn much.

But he was the one who didn't want her.

As she slipped out of the bed, a hand reached for her. "Don't go," he said. "Stay with me, please."

She couldn't stop herself from letting a sigh loose from her lips. "Why should I, Lan?" She couldn't stop the nickname from slipping out. "You don't want me, so why should I?"

He couldn't help but groan. "I do want you," he said.

She pulled away from him and gathered her clothes up from the floor. "Then start acting like it."

#f1 #formula one #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader smut #ln4 #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader

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arachnidiots-a · 7 months

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LIV HEWSON as LIAM KAZ & NICK ROBINSON as CALEB CASTOR (@night-bruiser)

mutuals may interact , featured may reblog , everyone else dni

#its giving “[insert relevant crime intel here]” “what the fuck are you wearing” “can you focus please?”#“how can anybody focus when youre dressed like that”#the pants probably have an outrageous pattern #you even get a tag!#night-bruiser #LK. ALL SMILES & CURLS / visage #LK. COOL KIDS NEVER SLEEP / dyn. caleb castor (night-bruiser)

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 3 months

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PICK A PILE ! ROMANTIC READING <3

PICK A PILE / PICK A CARD.

STARTING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT! (Pile 1 & Pile 3 On the left (Top/Bottom) ; Pile 2 & 4 On the Right (Top/Bottom)

LETS GO!

PILE 1 - Recognition & Reward / Intuition

If you picked this pile, you are on your way to a new romantic partnership. This could be your big one. Past decisions have led you to receiving better and your confidence has gotten better over time. So congrats. This handsome/gorgeous person will sweep you off your feet. Crushes in this group are significant so I will say if you have someone you've had your eyes on why don't you tell them how you feel? Again, confidence is key here, and you'll be rewarded for your bold energy. Trust your gut, it'll lead you to the right direction.

PILE 2 - Solar Plexus / Fulfillment Of Wishes

So this group needs to relax and take a chill pill. So your love life has gone through a few rough edges, but that doesn't mean you're the problem. The real reason why love has been a bit pesty, is because you haven't fully accepted yourself in all your glory. You're very special, so it takes a special someone to see it. You aren't for everyone. And nor should you let yourself be.

PILE 3 - Shadow / Awareness

Paying attention to your behavior is key with this group. Not everyone is going to like you, so don't make yourself out to be everything for anybody. You have gifts in sensual abilities. Meaning you can manifest the lover(s) you like with just your charm alone. Not everyone has a romantic aura that shapes the perception of everyone around them. You're a dream come true for many, yet aren't being who you are meant to be. Focus on self-love at this time in order to attract the partner you're aspiring to have. That's the way to make things worth it. You're charm is admirable, but it takes you to see it.

PILE 4 - Accelerated Motion / Firm Foundation

You have to let go of everything you thought you knew about love and more importantly about the love you see in yourself. Everything doesn't have to make sense in the matter of love as love is the highest vibration to connect to. Which isn't based on pure logic alone. Struggle love may have been something you've had in the past or just accepted because you didn't know what was out there. But I am telling you there is more out there, you just have to look and see. For this group, you gotta let go of the old you, and make room for a new one. Change your look, do something different your hair, smile more. Make yourself presentable when out to the public, and dress. your. best. That love you're looking for is around the corner. You just gotta keep yourself looking good and feeling good for you, and yourself ALONE. You're security in self needs to be the focal point in all love relationships moving forward, because in the past the focal point of the relationship was bended do to not fully supporting ones own needs, but for the needs of others.

#pick a pile #pick a card #romantic reading #mystic #oracle #love #love reading #pick a card reading #pick a card oracle #pick a picture #pac tarot #divination #tarot cards #tarot readings #tarot community #oracles #channeled message

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // mating press, mentions of breeding, husband!bakugou (yes, he's aged up)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 700+

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 fucks you in whichever way he can think of.

Sometimes it’s up against the shower wall, when he has your back pressed to the wet tiles and he still wears that same conceited smirk that had first ghosted over his rosy lips the moment you had offered the lame excuse of saving up on water by showering together.

Other times it’s him fucking you from behind; hands and thrusts alike from how harsh and greedy they are as you try not to sweat too much because you’re both still dressed in your work clothes, and he’s got you bent over the now-disorganized desk in his fancy office – your tear-stained cheek flushed against the expensive wood.

He fucks you while standing up, making you watch yourself in the mirror whilst the only part of him you can see behind you is the focused and firm line of his mouth. He fucks you sitting down, when he’s tired and drained from yet another late-night patrol, and thus lets you take charge for once; warm, scarred hands that have held so much power and destruction in the form of a spark – and still do – turning gentle and caring for a change as they slide across the curve of your hips and guide you to a faster rhythm.

He screws you when your limbs are effortlessly entangled with his own stronger ones as you lay in bed and toss around the bed sheets that he obsessively keeps washing after every more intense fuckfest. And he slams you in the car, too, when he feels like being risky for once, and decides to make you bounce on his fat cock like a little slut in heat, even though anybody could walk past and hear your kittenish moans.

Still, nothing quite hits the spot like a good ol’ mating press does.

Truthfully, you’re not sure of the reason as to why. The position could be considered rather vanilla in the eyes of many; it’s just spicy missionary, but goddammit, if it doesn’t turn your brain to mush and causes your heart to jump whenever he starts hinting he wants it. His eyes burn like fire, the red gaze fierce as he practically manhandles you into it like you’re some toy he likes to play with all the time, every time, any place, everywhere.

And perhaps you adore the position because of the angle that lets him sink his heavy cock so deep inside you that the overcapacity you feel at the intrusion makes your eyes cross and your jaw turn slack. Maybe you enjoy it because he looks absolutely beautiful whilst doing it: glimmering in sweat and panting in the midst of all the passion going on between you.

Perhaps it’s the way he reaches out and his thick digits intertwine with your own; the chill of the golden ring he had placed upon your finger a long while ago, brushing his knuckle and sending a shiver down his spine because you’re his, his, his – all his.

It might be the way he subtly dips in to reach you better, so that he can kiss you. How his warm tongue tangles with your own, and he kisses you so deeply and with such feverish desire that you lose yourself in him; fade away to a point where he has to sink his teeth into your bottom lip to bring you back to him.

How he caresses your face, brings you closer until your drool mixes with his own, and turns into something sweeter as the quiet, “I love you.” sinks into the saliva.

It’s the way he can rest his forehead against your own the moment his hips pick up pace and intent, and your knees are nearly touching your ears from the way he bends you to the brink of pain, and he has to focus to not make you ache, even though – fuck, it feels too good to do that right now.

How he watches you break over and over again, then; crumbling into nothing but pure bliss as you cry out his name in that breathless sort of tone he absolutely adores, and that truly does make him feel like a hero.

How he can breed the fuck out of you after you cum and gush and turn oh, so very messy for the third time in a row. As that ring of milky slick gathers at the base of his dick and everything feels so sloppy and hot that he’s ready to give you his all and spill, spill, spill. Until you’re dumb. Fucked out. Dripping with his cum because he’s so in love with both you and your sticky pussy.

Who knows?

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut #biscuit drabbles #katsuki bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo smut

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bluemusickid · 10 months

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Please write us some jealous pedro

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, a lil angst (you know me lol), feelings of jealousy, unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly kids, wrap your willy), oral sex (f receiving), 18+, minors DNI

Author's note: UFFF I have a jealousy kink (if that's even a thing). Hope you like this anon; ngl i'm a lil rusty and nervous putting out new stuff, heh. Yes ik it's a cliche plot but trust me, it is the BEST trope and I would DIE if this happened to me lmaoooo.

Jealousy. An ugly word, and an ugly emotion. No one wants to be jealous, but it just happens. And when it does, hoo boy. It can either go very right, or very wrong.

Pedro didn't consider himself to be a jealous man. He prided himself on being someone who was secure with himself and his emotions, not allowing malice and grudges to hold him back. He had to, especially in his line of work and the industry he was a part of.

That was until he met you.

You, with your beauty and grace and perfection. He had never met anybody like you, who had turned his world on it's head. Which is why the break up was a shock to him; but he knew in his heart that it was the best step. He was no good for you, and he couldn't give you the time you needed to be properly courted and loved.

But it hurt when you left, when he was told by your friends about how you were broken and hurting. And it hurt him even more when he learnt that you had moved on and begun dating. It was irrational, true, but he felt possessive towards you. You were his and his only and he would do anything to get you back.

Which is how he found himself tucked in the corner of the jam packed club you and your friends were in, partying away. It took a lot of bribing your best friend Ashley, who very reluctantly told you their whereabouts (and also the consequences of hurting you again which involved kicking his ass). At first, he couldn't recognise you at all. A seductress stood in your place, wearing a little black dress which accentuated all your luscious curves. Your eyes were ringed with kohl and your red lips, oh dear God; Pedro nearly came at the mere thought of kissing you and smudging that lipstick. He came here to try to win you back but all he could think about now was fucking you into the next week.

He was just about to set his plan into motion, when a blond haired jackass approached her, placing his hand on the small of her back. Pedro's heart sunk when he thought that it must be your new...guy. But then he saw the look of mild surprise on your face as you took in the stranger, trying to place some distance between the two.

Blond jackass was trying to pull his best moves, flashing those baby blues and grinning at you like a weirdo. He could tell that you weren't interested at all, but simply being polite. Tutting, he was about to take a swig of his drink when he saw the bastard caress your hand, trying to get closer to you.

Although he'd promised himself that he wouldn't intervene just yet and let you enjoy your night, Pedro found himself making his way through the crowd, his focus only on getting to you as fast as he could.

"Hey baby." he crooned softly in your ear, leaving a kiss on your cheek as he put an arm around your shoulder. A subtle way of saying Back off, prick.

Wide-eyed, you stared at him in confusion till it dawned on you what might have happened. You turned to look at Ashley, who wisely averted your gaze and focused on her conquest of the night.

"What are you doing here?" you asked dryly.

"I'm here to party with my girl." he grinned, his eyes sparkling with a teasing glint.

"Well I was just in the middle of talking to this VERY nice gentleman here...umm.."

"Justin." the blond stumbled, a little intimidated by Pedro who was staring daggers at him.

"Justin, of course! We were just about to hit the dance floor before...well, you already know."

Pedro was livid at the thought of you even talking to that jackass, but he couldn't let you know that you were winning at this game. He was determined to ride this out and have you come back to him.

What he hadn't anticipated was that ugly face of jealousy that would pop out of the woodwork as he saw the both of you dancing together, your bodies too close together for his liking. The last straw was when he saw that fucker Justin run his hands over your body, pulling you to him.

Pedro didn't think straight as he strode towards you, grabbing your arm and yanking you away from the crowd towards the back exit. He knew that the consequences wouldn't be the best, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care. He needed you, right there, right now.

You found yourself pinned to the wall next to the back exit, his arms caging you in. Staring into his beautiful brown eyes, you see them darken with a mix of emotions. At first, you thought it was pure anger and annoyance, but then it hit you; he was scared. Of what, though? He was the one who wanted to end things in the first place.

"Why?" you softly asked.

"Why, what?" he said, huskily, his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel his eyes on you as you trained your eyes on his wonderful lips, only remembering how they felt on you and how they had the power to bring you to your very knees.

"W..why did you...go..?" you gasped as he softly kissed your cheek, the action felt in your very bones. The man hadn't even touched you properly and you were already putty in his hands.

Running his nose against yours, he left a soft kiss on the other cheek, then on your forehead, your nose, and after a beat, he crashed his lips to yours, derailing your train of thought. Hesitant at first, you found yourself drowning into the kiss, pouring all the hurt and love you felt for him into it. You wound your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss turned even more heated. You were disappointed as he pulled away, much too quickly for your liking.

"I had to." he mumbled, his lips making a path from your jawline to your neck. Sighing, you turned your head to give him better access winding your arms around his waist. Warning bells were ringing in your head, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. He was all you wanted, a breath of fresh air in your life. It nearly crushed you when you'd broken up, and you knew that this was a bad idea. But the way he was leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, his hands roaming over your body, lighting you up from within; it made all your trepidation evaporate as a more volatile emotion took its place: lust. It was coursing through your veins as you pulled his hips towards yours, desperate for some sort of contact.

You could feel his smile against your skin as he hitched your leg onto his hip, his erection pressing into you.

"I'm still mad at you." you grumbled, gasping as you felt him thrust against you.

"I know." he panted "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, and I am truly very sorry. It was the biggest mistake of my life, pushing you away. I want you, need you to know that I can't live another second without you. I love you."

Your heart swelled at that. That was the first time he'd properly said those words to you, and it made you feel 10 feet tall. You beamed, eyes moist with tears.

"Take me home."

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Pedro was great in bed, something that was a constant in your relationship when you were dating. But a jealous Pedro? Whew.

Gone was the gentle lover who would lovingly stare into your eyes as he made sweet, slow love to you. No, this time, he made you understand the true meaning of the phrase "legs shaking".

It started off as pretty innocent, him hugging you from behind and leaving soft kisses as you tried to open the door amongst all the distractions. As soon as you entered, though, it was like a switch had flipped. You found yourself pinned to the wall next to the door, Pedro's lips crashing against yours. Lips biting, tongues meshing, teeth briefly clashing; it was pure lust in every bit of that kiss.

And now, here you were, on your bed, Pedro's lips still joined to yours as he reacquainted himself to your body, his hands smoothing over you. He had nearly torn your dress off in haste, as you pulled off his sweatshirt, hands moving to his belt. You needed to taste him, feel him on your tongue; it had been so long. But before you could do that, he pushed you back down on the bed as he moved lower, right to your core.

You held your breath as he tore off your panties, his breath quickening seeing your wet folds. To see you as turned on as him, if not more, made him want to bury himself inside you right then and there. But not yet. No, he wanted you to lose your mind. Was it a punishment? No, not really. It was more a reminder.

"Oh, my sweet girl. She's missed me, huh?" he whispered, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. You groaned, your hips canting ever so slightly. He hadn't even made proper contact and you were already sensitive.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm as his fingers circled around your swollen nub. If only you knew how much I need you, babe, he thought as he lowered his mouth to your core.

You gasped as he left a tentative lick before attaching himself to your clit, his fingers moving inside you in tandem with his mouth. You arched your back off the bed as you struggled to keep your legs open; the only thing keeping them from closing were his broad shoulders. You could feel yourself get closer to orgasm, and you were sure that it was going to be intense. And you were right; your walls constricted around nothing as you felt the dam break, a litany of his name leaving your lips as you tried to catch your breath. You looked down at him to urge him upwards, but all you saw was his mischievous grin as he lowered himself to your core yet again, not even giving you time to calm down.

"W..wait..Ped-ro..I c-can't.." you stuttered as his fingers worked their magic on you.

"Yes, baby, you can. Make me jealous again and this is the price you'll pay." he rasped wickedly as his tongue made you see literal heaven. You'd quite frankly lost track of time and the number of orgasms he had coaxed from you, your throat drying up from screaming his name and fingers yanking on his hair. You were sure that Mrs. McNally next door would be nosy and ask you a million questions, but you didn't care.

Pedro kissed his way upwards to your mouth, stroking your hair gently till you caught your breath. Staring into his eyes, you saw pure love and admiration, something you had always craved to see from him. Pulling him to yourself, you kissed him softly, pouring all your love into that one kiss.

Pulling back, he looked at you, silently asking for permission. You reached down between you, pumping him and running a thumb over his sensitive head. He groaned loudly, thrusting himself into your hands as you swept your tongue over him, the salty tang turning you on like nothing else.

Pushing you down, he took himself in his hand as he slowly sunk into you inch by inch, till he bottomed out. The feeling could only be described as out of this world, and the both of you groaned in unison as you became one. Pedro had to concentrate on not coming then and there, as your tight wet heat enveloped him in the best way possible. He began to move slowly at first, and then speeding upto a rhythm that was unlike anything you had experienced before. There was no other way to put it except that he was pounding you into the mattress. You moaned loudly, fingernails scratching his back as you bit onto his earlobe, trying to contain your feelings of extreme pleasure.

Sitting up, he pulled your hips off the bed hitching your legs over his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts. You yelped, the sudden position change making you see stars. He was hitting your g-spot square on, to the point where you couldn't even distinguish between pleasure and pain.

"This pussy is mine. This body is mine, YOU are mine, you understand?" he growled through gritted teeth. "No one gets to look at or touch what's mine."

"Seeing you in that little dress tonight; it took all of my self control not to throw you to the ground and fuck you in front of those men, just to show them who you belong to. To show that blond jackass that only I can fuck you this good."

You whined, his words going straight to your core. Your legs were shaking, and you weren't sure if you could take another orgasm, but it seemed that Pedro had different plans for you in store.

He bent forward, pushing your legs back till your knees met your chest. You yowled, yanking on his hair as you approached your peak, legs shaking and quivering. You screamed something unintelligible as you reached your apex, your walls squeezing Pedro, who grunted at the feeling.

"You feel so good, sweetheart. Like silk. Makes me never want to leave this tight pussy." he rasped.

You could sense that he was close too, as you wrapped your legs around him, urging him on. He moved urgently, his hips a blur as he reached his end explosively, pouring himself into you. He moved inside you slowly, till every last drop poured out. He collapsed on you wearily, tucked into the crook of your neck whispering sweet nothings.

There was nothing said as he spooned you, holding you as your body still trembled from all the stimulation. There would be lots of time to talk tomorrow. But for today, you silently thanked the green eyed monster.

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A/N: EEEEEEEP I FINALLY DID IT YEAAAH BABEHHH. To say i'm nervous would be the understatement of the century, but I truly hope y'all liked this. Reblogs go a looong way, so pls do reblog if you liked this! Love and hugs to all!

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harmonicakai · 4 days

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This Is Me Trying

Part 3 of the "Anyone Else But You" series

Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader

Summary: Being friends with Huening Kai would be much simpler if he didn’t give you butterflies all the time.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, angst, stylist!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, reader is insecure, mentions of death

A/N: I made a Spotify playlist for this fic if anybody wants to give it a listen hehe <3

“Remember how I used to be so Stuck in one place, so cold? Feeling like my heart just froze Nowhere to go with no one, nobody” —Magic, TXT

When the weekend comes around, you’re worried that you’ve hallucinated the entire situation, but when Kai knocks on your front door, he looks good. Really good.

“I–I like your outfit,” you say, taking note of the details. “It’s different from how you usually dress.”

“Yeonjun helped me pick stuff out. He said you’d like this.” Kai spins, allowing you to take in the full ensemble. He’s ditched his usual skater boy attire for a button down, slacks, and a chocolate brown wool coat that matches the color of his eyes.

“You didn’t have to dress up for me,” you say, shaking your head.

“Of course I did. You’re the coolest looking person I know.” Has he always thought that? “I don’t know how you do it every day, though. We probably spent hours picking out just this one look.”

“Every Sunday, I plan my outfits for the week. Sometimes it takes the whole day if I’m not feeling too creative.”

“That sounds stressful.”

“It is.”

“Why do you do it, then? I mean, you always look good, but does it make you feel good?”

You blink back at him. Nobody has ever asked you anything like this. You have no idea how to respond.

Kai can tell that he’s struck a nerve. “Sorry. I just meant that if it stresses you out, you shouldn’t feel pressured to do it all the time. There’s a lot to like about you besides how you dress.”

“Right. Should we get going?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your cardigan. Suddenly you feel overdressed.

“Let’s do it,” he smiles.

All you can think about on the walk over to the concert hall is whether or not this is a date. It feels like a date. He’s dressed like it’s one.

He said he wanted to be friends, you remind yourself. Still, when he accidentally drifts close to you and your shoulders brush, you can feel your face heat up.

You sit together on the steps of the concert hall, people watching and pointing out your favorite and least favorite outfits.

“I like her hat,” Kai says, pointing to a toddler walking hand in hand with her mom. She’s wearing a fluffy beanie with bear ears.

“Maybe I can convince the team to let you wear one on stage,” you think out loud. “It would be really cute for a concert.”

“That would be so awesome, Y/N! But I don’t want you to think about work right now. Let’s just have fun today.”

“I’m always thinking about work,” you admit. “I’ve thought about clothes every second of my life for what seems like forever now.”

“You aren’t that old,” he points out.

“I’m one year older than you,” you remind him. He skipped the birthday party that Yeonjun threw for you last winter.

“Okay, I take it back,” he surrenders. “You’re old and should look into retirement soon.”

You know he’s just joking, but you can’t help but think that he’s right. Maybe you shouldn’t focus so much on what everybody is wearing all the time, yourself included.

“Y/N,” Kai says, snapping you out of your thoughts. You jerk your head up.

“I used to play in an orchestra,” you blurt out, instantly regretting answering a question that was never asked. Still, you have Kai’s full attention, and the point of this is for the two of you to get to know each other. “I, uh, I played the viola, but I wasn’t very good at it.”

“That’s so cool! I play the piano!” You already know that. Everybody does, but you appreciate how he seems to have forgotten that he’s world famous. “We should do a duet sometime! MOA would love it.”

“Uh, I’m not sure MOA would love seeing you with a girl,” you deflect. You’ve seen what dating scandals can do to someone’s career.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he agrees. You watch the cogs inside his head spin before a lightbulb goes off. “Maybe we can set Taehyun up with a fake one on Academy Reincarnation and you can play in the background. ”

“That… actually sounds pretty funny.”

“Ooh, Y/N, thinks I’m funny,” he muses, before turning away to face the busy square. “Seoul! Y/N thinks I’m funny!”

“Shh!” you laugh, cupping your hand over his mouth. You are not mentally prepared to deal with any crazed fangirls tonight. “We have to go inside, now.”

Before you can overthink it, Kai grabs your hand and the two of you rush inside, greeted by marble floors and draped velvets. It’s the most beautiful place you’ve ever seen.

“Wow,” you sigh, taking the entire lobby in. “You know, I haven’t been here since I was a little girl. My mom would bring me here all the time. She played the piano like you. I always wanted to take after her, but I have trouble forming chords.”

“I can give you lessons, if you want,” he offers. “I have a keyboard in my room back at home.”

“I’d like that,” you smile back. You try not to read too much into being invited into his bedroom.

“Why don’t you and your mom go to concerts anymore?” Kai asks, hoping that it isn’t too personal a question. His anxiety grows exponentially as you take your time responding.

“She passed away when I was nine,” you say calmly. It doesn’t hurt you to tell people anymore. “I wanted to come because today is actually her birthday. My dad is really sensitive about it, though, so it was just going to be me. But I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Oh… Y/N, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know. I don’t know what I’d do without my mom.” He stares at his shoes, guilt written all over his face. “I could’ve made things more special for you.”

“Don’t worry, Kai. It already is special,” you say, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “My mom would probably be happy to see me coming here with someone who loves the piano just as much as she did.”

His face relaxes again, and he does very little to stop himself from grinning ear to ear.

After you take your seats in the back of the balcony and the lights begin to dim, a strange sense of calm overtakes you.

Despite being in a crowd of strangers, sitting next to Kai in the dark and listening to the hum of strings as they warm up makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the world.

Midway through the concert, you realize he’s still holding your hand. Maybe he’s like this with all of his friends, considering you’ve seen him and Soobin skipping down the halls hand in hand on multiple occasions. Still, you hope he never lets go.

—————-

Even though it’s technically your job, it’s a rare occasion where you actually get to dress the boys. Today, all hands are on deck for the filming of their upcoming album’s concept trailer.

“I can’t believe they’re making you wear a white sweater,” you sigh, holding up Kai’s outfit for the Dreamer sequence. “Everybody else gets such cute colors.”

“At least I get to stand out,” he grins, always looking on the bright side. He’s already got on his eyepatch, but it’s a little crooked. You walk over to fix it.

“Hold still,” you say, adjusting it into place and smoothing his hair down. “There we go.”

“Was I better this time?” he asks. You look up at him in confusion.

“What?” His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath.

“I didn’t move this time. That night at the club,” he explains, “Well, you were telling me the story of when we first met. How I flinched and walked away and it hurt your feelings.”

“Oh. Yeah, you were much better this time.”

“I’m glad. I’ll try to be good for you, Y/N. I’m really sorry about before. I feel like I really wasted our time being so… weird. We could’ve been friends much earlier.”

“It’s okay, Kai, really,” you say, stepping back and handing him his sweater.

“It’s not, Y/N. It was silly of me to be so nervous around you.”

“You were nervous?”

“I guess you don’t remember that part of the conversation either, huh?” he asks, pulling his t-shirt off. You’ve seen the rest of the group shirtless before, but Kai usually goes into the bathroom to change whenever you’re around.

Your cheeks flush as you stare at his smooth skin and his broad shoulders.

“Uh, Y/N?” he says. While you were checking him out, Kai managed to get himself stuck. “I think my shirt is caught on my necklace. Can you help?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” you say, working gently to untangle the fabric around his neck. You can feel how warm his chest is, reminding you of riding in the taxi on his lap. Eventually, you’re able to get him freed.

“Thank you,” Kai smiles. “I’m really glad you’re here. Everybody else is always rushing me.”

“I might get in trouble if you don’t hurry up, Hyuka.” You’ve never called him by a nickname before. It’s foreign to think about, but somehow rolls naturally off your tongue.

“Fine, okay, I’m ready,” he says, pulling the sweater on. The color actually compliments him really well. “Do you need to add any finishing touches?”

“Hmm, spin around,” you say, twirling your finger. Kai does his signature penguin stance and waddles in a circle, making you giggle. “No, you look cute.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what you’ve just said.

“You think I’m cute,” he smiles, doing a little happy dance. “Ooh, I’m the cutest boy in the world, huh?”

“Hey! I said you look cute,” you assert, crossing your arms in an attempt to play it off. He’s right, but you don’t want him to know that.

“Close enough,” he says, grabbing his crown off of the makeup table. “I should go. I’ll see you later. You’re the best!”

He pulls you into a hug, nearly lifting you off the ground. When you’re back on your feet, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek and leaves the dressing room. Yeonjun does it all the time, but it feels different coming from Kai.

Your hand moves to your cheek, lingering on the spot where his lips touched. Fuck. You might actually be falling for Huening Kai.

—————-

For the past two months, you and Kai have alternated picking out activities to do together. Last week, you taught him how to make banana bread. He almost set your apartment on fire.

Today, he’s invited you to his place to practice playing the piano.

You’re more nervous than you need to be. It’s your first time in his bedroom, but it’s completely innocent.

Except when you’re sitting on the piano bench together, knees and shoulders pressed against each other, and he’s got his hands placed over yours to help guide you, you feel butterflies in your stomach. That’s not how people who are just friends feel.

You’ve come too far to throw it all away over a stupid crush. He’s simply much too out of your league. Still, while he’s busy explaining chord progressions, you’re staring at how long his eyelashes are and how cute he looks when he’s wearing his glasses.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kai asks, pouting. “I thought you wanted to learn, Y/N!”

“I do!” you lie. “I am very interested in what you’re saying right now.”

“What did I even say?” He crosses his arms and furrows his brow in fake anger.

“Um…” you start. You know you’ve been caught. “I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

His face shifts to worry. “Is something wrong?”

“No! Nothing’s wrong. Let’s keep going,” you say, flipping through his binder of sheet music. “Oh, I love this song!”

You had never expected him to have the piano score to Night Changes by One Direction, but you aren’t complaining. In a way, TXT’s dynamic reminds you a lot of the long gone boy group.

“This song is kind of like us,” he notes. You shoot him a confused look. It’s a love song, after all.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, your palms now sweaty.

“I just think it’s kind of crazy how things changed between us.” That’s not really what the song is about, but you’re not going to tell him that. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”

“Oh, yeah, super crazy,” you say, exhaling. “I’m glad we’re friends too.”

“Y/N?” he asks, his face close to yours. Is he about to do what you think he is?

“Yes?”

“You have an eyelash on your face.” He brushes a finger across your cheek and holds up the lost lash with a smile. “Make a wish.”

You blow it away, vowing to never let him know that what you asked for was him.

“I have to tell you something,” you confess. “I don’t actually want to learn how to play the piano. I’d rather just listen to you play.”

“Oh,” he says, pleasantly surprised. “I can do that. Should I serenade you, too, m’lady?”

“Yes, please,” you giggle. His goofy side is such a nice departure from the gloomy, quiet Kai you were used to.

You’ve heard this song probably hundreds of times, but Kai’s version feels brand new. As you watch his fingers dance across the keys and listen to his soft voice, the lyrics begin to seem like they were written just for the two of you.

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morlock-holmes · 6 months

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I didn't say I think "dominant" culture values rational systems (and what dominant culture do you even mean), just that rationalism falls way short on its claims to do so. And I dunno, this is personal, but I can't agree that the subculture that told me "actually you should reframe your entire life around your scrupulosity" is much of an improvement, even if the bar is extremely low. Not when that subculture is full of all the kinds of social manipulation and cruelty it claims to be above.

I'm making very narrow claims that don't really have anything to do with what you're talking about here.

I have trouble communicating how much even high functioning autistic people have struggled with things that allistic people "just know", (a phrase I've heard again and again when interrogating allistic people).

Here's an example, which I believe I heard as a real life example although I can't recall where:

You have issues with the texture of clothing and there are only a few dress shirts you have that you can stand to wear. You have a sudden nose-bleed on one of your shirts and get blood all over the collar and down the front.

You launder the shirt but the blood stains have set in and are still very visible.

Should you wear that shirt to the office?

Most allistic people already know that the answer is, "almost certainly not."

An autistic person is likely to go through this process:

I have no idea if I should wear that shirt to the office or not, so let's figure it out.

Well, I have laundered the shirt so it is clean and sanitary, the stains are just visual blemishes.

All the social messages I've heard since I were a kid say that you can't judge a book by its cover and that looks don't matter, it's what's inside that counts.

And, I have a desk job, I wasn't hired to look a certain way, but rather to produce a certain kind of work, and wearing this comfortable shirt makes it easy for me to work without being distracted by uncomfortable clothes.

Therefore, logically, I can't imagine that anybody at the office will object to my wearing this shirt.

That last sentence is key, and I really want you to focus on it. You **aren't** thinking, "Well, maybe the button down drones at the office think this is a problem, but I know better than they do."

No, you aren't thinking that at all. You're thinking, "I put together the clues so I'm sure everyone at the office will feel the exact same way as I do"

And when they don't, it's a shock.

Now, I want you to further imagine that this is how you reason about other people and the world, but through some cosmic joke you've ended up at an employer where dressing right is incredibly important.

You'll get yelled at by your boss if you wear the wrong thing and your coworkers will turn on you. But there's no published dress code, you're just supposed to "just know" what an employee should wear.

But look at your reasoning above! You *don't* "just know" what the fashion is. Imagine you eventually say, to your boss and some coworkers, "I'm starting to get really stressed about not knowing what to wear to work, I really want to wear the right thing and be part of the team but I don't know how and I'm getting stressed out."

Immediately everybody turns on you. Your boss calls you into his office to ream you out. Your coworkers start a petition to fire you because you're obviously trying to undermine the valuable work culture that they have worked so hard to create. Concerned work friends pull you aside and go, "Jesus, are you crazy? We all stress out about what to wear but you never say it in public!"

Think about what that might feel like.

Now imagine you get fired and at your next job the boss is like, "Hey, the dress code is pretty important here, here's a list of what we expect. Sometimes some stuff is kind of on the edge so you won't know, but it's always fine to ask me if something is appropriate, and if you accidentally wear something that's on the wrong side that's fine, I'll let you know and we'll work on getting you some more appropriate stuff, but you won't get in trouble."

I want you to really think about what it would feel like, as an autistic person, to be at that second job after decades working at the first. To suddenly know you could ask questions or make mistakes at something that doesn't come easily to you after so much time in an environment where you're told that this stuff comes easily to everyone and people only *pretend* to be bad at it to get away with things.

What you're doing is coming in and going, "Well, that second job might be bad for other, unrelated reasons."

I will completely grant that, you're utterly correct. That second job might be terrible for a bunch of unrelated reasons.

But I'm never going back to that first job.

#autism #discourse #rationalism #Rat-adj #The thing that unites the entire rat and rat-adj community is that they believe you when you say you don't understand something #That's not enough to build a utopia #But it is still tremendously important

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littlemissclandestine · 2 months

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Can you make soft Vladimir makarov? Please?

Hello my dear Anon!

Of course I can 😊 - thank you so much for the ask! Wasn't sure whether you wanted MWIII or OG MW Makarov so I just went with MWIII. I'm also only comfortable writing for a female reader so hope that's okay. I hope these are to your standards and make you happy, honey. Enjoy! <3

Soft!Vladimir Makarov x Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, suggestive, MDNI, 18+ only

🖤 Soft!Mak who, initially, seems like a cold, distant man who isn't capable of loving anyone, only interested in his work but who has a soft spot for women like you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gently tilts your head up to meet his eyes, his calloused thumb on your chin, stroking it as he whispers lowly how precious you are, his lips curving into a smile as his eyes dart from your left eye to your right and back

🖤 Soft!Mak who uses terms of endearment in Russian regularly such as любимый (beloved), Дорогая (dear), Любимая (darling), Котёнок (kitten), and ангел (angel) - especially loves calling you 'my beloved' or my angel'

[i most definitely have got these wrong as i don't know Russian so someone please correct me if need be!]

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves running his hands up and down your sides as you stand in front of him while he's sat down, looking up at you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gives you that knowing smirk when you wear skirts or tight dresses and just has to compliment your shape and how stunning you look, not being able to keep his hands off you

🖤 Soft!Mak who tends to get possessive when any of his bodyguards or anybody at all looks at you in a way only he's allowed to -> (He may also beat their faces to a pulp, the skin on his knuckles broken, his crisp white shirt now stained with their blood, his face too. As you try and pull him away, he'll spit on them and curse at them. Yes he definitely gets jealous...)

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your hands in his, holding them together, cocooning them, giving you reassurance everything will work out and he'll be back soon

🖤 Soft!Mak who kisses your forehead tenderly, closing his eyes, his hands on either side of your head before he ruffles your hair when he leaves, cracking a joke to lighten the mood when he sees you crying or saying he'll treat you to something special when he gets back

🖤 Soft!Mak who shows you how much he appreciates you for sticking by him through thick and thin, knowing the questionable things he does daily and putting that aside because you love him

🖤 Soft!Mak who sometimes takes his stress and anger out on you but would never lay a hand on you like that because how could he?

🖤 Soft!Mak who instead, prefers some time apart but only a little. You walk into the main room in your hotel or the living room in your house in the morning, finding it filled with hundreds of bouquets of flowers and your favourite chocolates and a card addressed to you, a handwritten letter detailing how much you mean to him and that he'll be back to talk things through. -> (Timing is everything with this man)

🖤 Soft!Mak who constantly wants to provide for you, spoiling you with the money he brings in, not hesitating to buy bespoke, elegant, matching jewellery for you to wear in his presence

🖤 Soft!Mak who will use as many burner phones as he needs to to call you, telling you how much he missed your voice, holding the phone away for a moment when he starts choking on tears, looking up and blinking quickly to get rid of the tears, clearing his throat and resuming the call, his voice seemingly normal

🖤 Soft!Mak who would rather keep his business with the outside world hidden from you as best he can because really you're his world, the only world he wants to be in, the only one he really wants to focus on. 'The less you know the better' kind of thing because he has to protect his woman

🖤 Soft!Mak who will, however, give you basic firearms training in his private shooting range. Just the two of you. Him standing behind you, hips pressing into yours, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear and neck, a hand squeezing your hips as the other arm adjusts your stance and giving you a kiss on your neck when you hit your targets

🖤 Soft!Mak who will bury his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving a hickey as he wraps his arms around your lower body, hugging you from behind as you both look at the view from the balcony

🖤 Soft!Mak who doesn't mind PDA, but nothing too extreme, reminding you and everyone watching who you belong to, not thinking it's a sign of weakness but instead strength

🖤 Soft!Mak who has no guilt when it comes to the bloodshed he causes, but feels incredibly guilty when he leaves you for just one moment

🖤 Soft!Mak who needs to feel you on him all the time and touching you whenever he gets a chance to, the expression in the eyes of this trained killer turning into one of pure love and admiration

🖤 Soft!Mak who will pull you down by your wrist, causing you to fall into his lap so he can kiss you softly, his fingers digging into your hips and back, tongue intertwining with yours as you both fight for dominance

🖤 Soft!Mak whose ability to compartmentalise and keep emotions out of things is at serious risk when you came into his life because you're all that's on his mind

🖤 Soft!Mak who treats you like the rarest, most valuable thing in the entire universe, doing everything with the utmost care when it comes to you

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves you for you, admiring your strength, and treats you how a man should, his actions exemplary (even though he is often away but he makes up for it)

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves your vulnerability too, reminding you that you're both a team and to work through things together

🖤 Soft!Mak who never makes you feel like a burden on his shoulders

🖤 Soft!Mak who notices how you tend not to bother him when he's preoccupied, his gloved hands on his hips as he's talking to someone, his head tilting to the side and noticing you hunched over, immediately walking up to you because he feels bad for not spending as much time as he wants to with. Him kneeling down in front of you, removing his gloves, his hands caressing your cheeks as he asks what's on your mind with a warm expression on his face

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your soft hands to his lips in the middle of a conversation, kissing them while maintaining eye contact with you, listening to you fully

🖤 Soft!Mak who interlocks your fingers with his in the backseat of an SUV and has an arm around you or his hand on your thigh, your head on his shoulder when you're on the run and need to relocate, being driven by a chauffeur to the next place you call home

🖤 Soft!Mak who always wonders what he did to deserve you

🖤 Soft!Mak who is full of surprises, showing you his experience in every field ;)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is big on consent, only engaging in anything sexual if you're in the mood, taking his time, talking you through it, guiding you through it, getting rougher later if you're comfortable with it

🖤 Soft!Mak who chuckles when he hears you moan or scream his name, whispering things in Russian directly into your ear that turn you on even more...

"Hehe you like that my love?...Fuck you're killing me kitten nghh look at you, so beautiful, so...sexy."

🖤 Soft!Mak who, in a mad rush, fuelled by the adrenaline and cortisol running through his veins and the fact he might not make it back before a mission, where he has a standoff with TF141, asks that million dollar question in a hotel, not his ideal proposal location but anyways he slips that ring onto your finger, lips meeting yours harshly with desire, as tears stain his cheek, saying he loves you repeatedly, cupping your cheeks as your foreheads touch and he pulls you into a quick tight hug

🖤 Soft!Mak who, when the opposition are closing in on his location, will grab your hand tightly, running through corridors on high alert, a pistol in the other as he shouts commands to his soldiers, glass breaking, bullets flying as he shields you from it all

🖤 Soft!Mak who directs you out of the area first as your safety is priority, you bring him more joy than anything in the world, the only thing he truly needs and if he lost you knowing he had a part to play, he'd never be the same again -> (would probably make his reign of terror worse, wanting to brutally torture or kill the rest of our tf141 lads in cold blood as he looks for someone else to blame even though deep down he knows some of it lies with him - I LIVE FOR ANGST. Can you tell?)

🖤 Soft!Mak who remembers your talks together in bed and how you wouldn't want him to lash out in grief and be impulsive like that or seek so called 'revenge' in the first place even though you knew what you were getting into when you began dating him

🖤 Soft!Mak who starts to question whether his cause is worth it because of the danger he's putting you in, trying to push those thoughts aside because he's THE Vladimir Makarov, the ultranationalist, the terrorist, the man whose authority and work should not be questioned by any being or they'd face the consequences...-> (the internal conflict mwahaha! *rubs hands together*)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is 110% loyal to you and you only

🖤 Soft!Mak who thinks twice about everything now that he has you

dividers by @saradika-graphics <33

Next time, don't be shy anon - YOLO. Please know this is a safe space, my love. 🙃 (Also lowkey almost fell for him a second time writing these. First time was OG!Makarov, however. Yeesh...dear God, please not again. NEVER AGAIN bdjcdjsksk) -Star ☆

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genjispeace · 8 months

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Mine - Part 2/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): afab gender neutral reader, genji x reader, possessive! genji, praise, unprotected sex, slight knife play (no injuries)

a/n: here's part two!! i hope it was worth the wait <3

You bring your glass to your lips, letting the fruity liquid dance along your tongue. You are one of the agents who has to stay sober tonight, as they always want at least half of the agents to avoid alcohol for the night. You can’t all get wasted right now. Though, if you have to listen to Gale drone on any longer, you may fire back far too many shots once the evening is over.

“How is your training going? Anything exciting?” Gale asks, taking a sip of his beer. He is one of the ones allowed to drink tonight, and it’s clear he is taking advantage of that. You offer him a strained smile, but he doesn’t seem to notice how fake it is.

“Nah, nothing too fun,” you reply dryly.

“Awh, really? I’m sure you’re up to something,” he says with a chuckle, placing his hand on your shoulder. His hand feels slightly clammy through the jacket you have thrown over your shoulders. You chose a red dress for tonight that has a gorgeous slight plunge, but a leather jacket rests over it and keeps you partially hidden. You aren’t shy per se, but hardly bold enough to wear a plunge without covering yourself a little more. Gale runs his hand down your arm, his touch lingering far too long. You don’t dislike him exactly, but he is not the person that you wanted to spend tonight with. No, that person was at the bar last time you saw him.

Thoughts of Genji fill your mind again. When you saw him at the bar, it took everything in you to not just walk away as Gale was talking to you. Genji wore an all-black suit tonight, matching with the black fabric mask covering the lower half of his face. His hair was pushed back a little, the dark locks framing his face. It’s like Gale could sense that you weren’t able to focus, because he stepped in between you and Genji, blocking your views of each other.

Gale starts talking again, his hand adjusting your jacket. The back of his hand rubs against one of your breasts, and you fight the instinct to jerk away. You don’t need to cause a scene in front of all of these people, but the urge is still there.

You sit your drink down and are about to swat him away, a motion you’d surely regret if a sponsor saw it, when another hand flattens against the small of your back. The smell of fresh pine and walnuts fills your senses, and you let out a soft sigh. Genji.

“Am I interrupting something?” Genji says, but you don’t miss the way his voice is nearly gritty. It’s his metal hand against your back, and you can feel the chill of it through your dress, but his touch is far more welcome than Gale’s.

“Actually, yeah,” Gale says, his touch still lingering on you. He reaches out further, but you back away slightly. Gale freezes, his brows furrowing. “What?”

“Hm. It seems they don’t think so,” Genji says. You look up to him and find his dark eyes focused on you. He runs his hand up and down your back slowly, letting his touch relax you.

“And how would you know?” Gale says, taking a step to you. Gale’s eyes darken too, and he runs a hand through his brown hair.

“It was lovely talking to you, Gale, but I promised Genji a dance before the night ends,” you say. It’s a lie, and you and Genji both know it. Yet, he doesn’t falter or give any reaction to the lie.

“Is that so?” Gale says, his voice sharp with bitterness. He takes another step forward, and you go to back away, but Genji steps in front of you. It’s a slight movement, only a few inches, but it doesn’t go unnoticed to anybody.

“Walk away,” Genji warns, but Gale is too drunk to listen. He tries to reach you, but Genji moves again. His hand leaves your back and he stands fully in front of you. You hear a metallic clicking, and notice the fingers on Genji’s metal hand twitching. Your brows furrow. Why is Genji being this protective? Of course you’re thankful he’s helping you escape the conversation with Gale, but this feels like…more.

“Consider this your final warning. Touch them again and I’ll cut your hand off,” Genji says quietly. Your eyes widen at the threat, and that’s when you realize what the clicking noise is. Genji is unsheathing his shurikens.

“Whatever,” Gale says, taking another swig of his beer and walking away. He probably thinks Genji is also intoxicated, but you know better. Both of you were to stay sober tonight. Another set of clicks fills the air before Genji turns to face you. You start to say something, but his hand wraps around your wrist and he starts to pull you out of the room. He moves silently, but you have to almost jog to keep up with him.

“Genji, what the hell?” You whisper as soon as you are away from most of the party. There are still a few stragglers in the hallways, but most of them are too drunk or distracted to notice either of you. Your heels click on the tile floor as you follow, leaving the wing of the headquarters that the event was held in.

“Genji!” You say, now far enough away from anybody to be heard. You look around as he pulls you along, and notice where he is leading you. He’s going even further away from the event, toward the living quarters of the agents. You stop in your tracks, yanking your hand out of his grasp. You don’t have to worry about causing a scene here.

“What the hell? Have you lost your mind?” You say. Genji turns to face you, closing the distance between the two of you until you’re mere inches from each other.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to not break his hand for touching you?” Genji growls, making you frown.

“Why do you care so much that he touched me? I could have handled that,” you say. You probably could have gotten away from Gale eventually.

“He was flirting with you.” Genji says, his eyes as dark as they were before.

“Why do you care?” You ask.

“Did you flirt back?” Genji asks. Your heart jumps.

“Does it matter?” You spit out. You’re so confused right now, and it’s starting to get frustrating. Why is he acting like this? And more importantly, why are you getting butterflies over him being protective?

Genji takes another step forward, and you back away, until your back hits the wall. Genji leans against the wall, his arms trapping you. You look up to see his eyes watching you carefully.

“Answer me,” he says, and you don’t miss how soft his voice sounds now, like he’s practically scared of your answer.

“No, I didn’t flirt back. I have no interest in Gale?” You finally tell him.

“Good.” Genji says, the edge back to his voice.

“Wha-” You start, but your voice catches in your throat when Genji grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him again. He yanks open a door just a few feet away and pulls you in, slamming and locking it behind you. A soft white bed sits against a back wall. You’re in one of the guest rooms. Why would he bring you here? “Genji, what are you doing?” You turn to face him.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” he replies, and it’s the only warning you get before he crosses the distance and cups your face with his hands. You can’t help the way you melt into his touch, even if your mind is spinning. He guides you until your back is against the wall again, and lowers his face to your neck.

“Tell me no and I stop. You can walk out this room, and we will pretend this never happened,” Genji whispers into your ear. You shudder at his words, but shake your head. If he’s doing what you think he’s about to do, it’s something you have wanted for a long time too.

“I’m not leaving,” you say.

Genji moves quickly. He always does. In the time it takes you to blink, he has his mask pulled down and his lips pressed against your neck. A soft gasp escapes you at the feeling, and you melt into it. It all finally falls into place. The protectiveness, the anger at Gale, all of it.

Genji’s mouth leaves your neck and falls onto your lips. You whimper into the kiss. His kiss is unlike any other. It’s somehow soft and possessive at the same time. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you gasp, which he takes as the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth. You fight for dominance once, but he shuts it down quickly. Genji is in charge now.

His hands run up your body until he’s pushing your jacket off. You let it fall to the ground, relishing the way his touch feels on your now bare skin. He pulls away from you, breaking the kiss and leaving both of you gasping for breath.

“Fuck,” he whispers. You follow his gaze, which is taking in your entire figure. It catches on your curves, everything highlighted by the dress. You feel your cheeks heat at his undivided attention on your body, and you’re sure they are a shade of red that rivals the color of your dress now.

“Genji,” you say softly. He looks back up to you, his eyes wild. His mask is off now, probably somewhere discarded on the floor. You’ve seen him without it before here and there, but he’s usually not so open about it being off. He watches you as you cup his face now, running your fingers along his scars. He should be the one getting fawned over right now. You pull his face down and lock your lips together again. One of your hands traces around his neck and into his hair, pulling softly. He grunts into the kiss, then slams you back against the wall.

“I want to ruin you,” he whispers. “Let me be your man. Let me make you mine.”

“Please,” you whisper back. Genji lets out a deep breath, like he was waiting on your answer, then he springs into movement. Your head spins as he grabs you by the hips and turns you, pushing you down against the bed. You lay back as he stands over you and shrugs his suit jacket off above you, and you can’t help but stare at the way his lean muscles flex under the fabric.

“How expensive was this dress?” He asks, shocking you out of your trance. You frown, confused by the sudden question.

“Uhh…” You try to answer, but your line of thought is cut off by another sound of metallic clicking. Genji reaches behind himself, and he pulls a short blade out from his waistband. In the time it takes for you to blink, the blade swipes across the dress in multiple spots. Goosebumps rise on your now nearly bare skin.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says, and you look down at what was your dress. Now, it is merely shreds of red fabric falling off of your body. Yet, there is not a single scratch on you. Genji’s eyes track your body, now in just a bra and underwear. You feel bare compared to him being still fully clothed.

“So pretty, little angel,” he whispers out. You don’t have time to question the pet name, before the blade is slicing through the air again, your bra now cut down the middle and open to bare your breasts.

“Genji!” You gasp out. Once again, there is not a single scratch on you, but the danger of it still makes your heart race and warmth to spread between your legs.

“Breathless for even my blades, hm?” Genji asks, his gaze lowering to where you clench your thighs together. Of course he would notice that.

“Please don’t tease me,” you say. Genji smiles at you, a genuine smile where you can even see a hint of a dimple, before he takes his blade to his own shirt, cutting it open. You watch in awe as more of him is revealed. You’ve seen him in short sleeves in training, but never like this. His metal hand goes up to his arm and part of his torso, but the rest is skin. His waist is flesh as well and your mouth waters at the sight. He drops the extra shurikens he had in his suit to the ground, along with the scraps of what was his shirt.

His blade falls to the ground, and he leans over you and presses his lips softly to yours. It’s a stark contrast to his blade, but you crave both the softness and roughness in a way that you should question. But you don’t.

The ghost of a kiss is gone quickly, and he is moving to press soft kisses against your neck. He stops at your pulse point, sucking softly on the skin, which elicits a whimper from you. How can his mouth feel so good on just your neck?

“You’re mine, little angel,” he says against your skin, then bites down. You let out a soft yelp at the pain, but it eases into pleasure quickly. He licks over the bite mark, and you know it is going to bruise. He’s marking you, and the thought of wearing bruises from him makes you squirm.

“Yours,” you whimper back. He continues sucking on your neck, but one of his hands drifts down and skates softly over your underwear. A shudder runs through your body at his ghost of a touch and you feel him smile against your neck.

“So needy,” Genji whispers against your skin. “So ready for my touch.”

You start to respond, but all words are lost when his hand plunges below your underwear and the metal grazes your skin. It brings a chill to you, but it’s nowhere near cold enough to quell the burn in your skin. You gasp as he runs his hand slowly up your core, your back arching into him. Genji tuts.

“So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he says, teasing a finger around your clit. It, combined with his mouth still on your neck, is enough to make you gasp, but it’s still not enough.

“Genji,” you say his name, but it sounds shaky on your ears. You hear him growl against your neck, then feel his arm jerk and the sound of fabric ripping fills the room. A chill lingers into your skin, and it doesn’t take you long to realize that Genji ripped your underwear off.

“I should fucking destroy you, little angel. Make you brainless for me,” he says, biting down on your skin again. You groan, his words going straight to your core.

“Please, Genji. I’ve only ever been yours to destroy,” the words barely leave your lips before Genji is off of you, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. You squeal at the sudden movement, your breasts bouncing with it. Genji’s gaze zeros in on that, before he drops to his knees.

You start to close your legs, your slight shyness taking over, but his hands wrap around your thighs. You try to overpower him, but there’s no point as he pulls your legs back apart and looks at your core. You squirm under his gaze, until he slaps the skin of your thigh lightly, but it’s enough to send a message.

“Let me look at you,” he says. You obey him and stop trying to hide from his gaze, instead watching the way he looks at you. And…damn. He looks at you like you’re a piece of artwork in the Louvre. Exquisite, everything he’s dreamed of, everything he wants.

A smirk takes place on his face, and his hands are on you again. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, until he is able to press kisses to the inside of your thighs. The kisses are soft, but quick, and the higher they get, the more the anticipation grows in your stomach. He’s so fucking close to where you need him that it almost hurts.

Finally, his mouth reaches your core and he presses a soft kiss to it. It’s barely anything, but it’s still enough to make you shiver. Genji picks up on the reaction, and gives you more, kissing and licking at your sex. The tension starts to build in your stomach quickly, and you reach down to tangle your hand in his hair.

He starts sucking on your clit as well, and the motion makes you tug slightly at strands of his hair. He growls against your core, and the vibrations are enough to make you cry out. You need more, more, more.

It’s a plea Genji somehow picks up on and eagerly listens to, and he adds a finger into the mix, slowly pumping in and out. It only takes a few more strokes like that to have you on the edge, and Genji picks up on the way you tighten around him. He picks up his speed, his mouth continuing to work on your clit. He’s treating you like he knows your body just as well as he knows the back of his hand. He flattens his tongue against your clit and curls his finger inside you, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You moan, maybe scream, out his name as your orgasm rocks your body. It’s damn near holy the way he makes your head spin and your thighs shake.

His spare arm wraps around your thigh and steadies your shaking as he continues lapping at your core. Dots litter your version and your brain goes to static as he keeps going. More, more, more. Your legs shake so hard that Genji has to pin one of them against the bed. He continues to overstimulate you, and your body responds all too well to him. Another orgasm comes on faster, the heat curling in your core. He’s brutal, unrelenting, and you love it. Your body loves it too, clearly, as you come on his fingers again.

“Genji,” you say. Your brain spins from the release and you pant loudly. Genji eases up on you, but presses a few more soft kisses to your core. He eventually pulls away and stands, looking down on you. He brings his metal hand to his mouth, dipping his two fingers into his mouth and licking you off of his own fingers. You groan at the sight, wishing his mouth was back on you. He’s far too good with that mouth.

“If you thought I was going to go easy on you, you’re mistaken, little angel,” he says. You shudder at the promise. He’s already partially fulfilled it, and you’re already addicted. Your body is already buzzing for more.

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you mutter out. A smile takes place on his face, a slight dimple showing as he looks down at you.

“That’s my angel,” he says. Part of you wants to question the pet name, but you are also scared that he would stop calling you that, and you definitely don’t want that. He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes his belt with one hand and pulls it from the loops, tossing it aside with the rest of the clothes. God, he’s so irresistible.

He drops his pants and underwear in one swift movement, and your breath catches as you see him finally naked. You have always wondered if he was metal or flesh there, but been too afraid to ask. You get your answer now. Flesh, human, big.

He doesn’t waste any time lining up at your entrance, and his dark eyes flick up to you to watch as he enters. Each inch stretches you out until you’re arching into his body, and he digs one hand into your hip. You whimper out against his size, the burn mixing with the pleasure in a way that has you nearly begging for more.

Once you have both adjusted enough, he starts to move. It’s slow at first, but it’s still enough to make your skin buzz. He’s divine, stretching you in a way that makes you feel like you’re experiencing Heaven on Earth. His hands dig into your hips, hard. You know there will be bruises there later, but the pain melds with the pleasure. It’s delectable, and you will happily wear his bruises.

“God, you’re fucking incredible,” Genji says in between grunts. “Like you were made for me.”

He reaches his hand in between the two of you, his metal fingers starting to toy with your clit. How he is able to perfectly work you without even looking should be studied. He has you turning to mush in mere minutes.

“You better scream out my name, baby. Let them all know who is fucking you so well,” he says as you start nearing another climax. Your hands find their way to his back, your nails digging in deeply. You know it hurts, but Genji hardly reacts. Maybe he likes the idea of wearing your bruises.

“Genji,” you say softly, pleading.

“Hm? Who is fucking you like this? Who do you belong to?” He says again, a smirk taking place as he picks up his pace. Your climax approaches fast, the burn curling through your core and making your legs shake. You toss your head back and dig your nails in even harder.

“Genji!” You scream out, your voice breaking as your orgasm takes over. It hits you hard, making your visions be spotted with black and your brain short-circuit. You can’t think about anything, your brain blank except for the feeling of him fucking you. You whimper through the orgasm, your body still shaking as he keeps going. You didn’t think it was possible, but this one hit you harder than any others, from anybody.

Genji is still unrelenting, chasing his own high. He starts to get sloppy, his grunts inconsistent. Your orgasm, your voice screaming his name, must have had more of an impact on him than he thought it would. You hold onto him as he continues thrusting into you, your hand running up and down his spine. It’s your turn to take care of him.

“Come for me, Genji,” you coo softly. “I’m yours. Make me yours.”

Your soft voice makes him moan out, and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts even sloppier. His composure is slipping, and it’s delectable. You clenching around him, cooing his name, your touch on him, it’s enough for his composure to fall away completely, and his orgasm to rock over him. He drops onto one arm, still partially on top of you. His hand still digs into your hips, your hand still traces up and down his spine. The two of you stay like that for a while, breathless and holding each other. It’s intimate, and you love it.

Genji does start moving eventually, though. He gets up and disappears into the bathroom, bringing back a cloth and cleaning you. It’s a good thing he does because you probably can’t get up right now if you tried. He carefully touches you, taking his time to make sure you are taken care of. You smile at him, your heart jumping in your chest as you watch him. God, you’re screwed.

“Genji?” You say.

“Hm?” He says as he tosses the cloth onto the pile of clothes on the ground. He moves to the side of the bed and crawls in, pulling you into his arms. You snuggle into his chest, his scent filling your nostrils.

“Are we…” You start, then a bitter laugh escapes you. How are you supposed to ask this? Genji tightens his grip on you, pulling you closer into his chest, and you lay against him.

“Little angel, when I said that you’re mine, I meant it,” Genji says, his voice low. You shudder at it, the words feeling like a promise. “Whatever title you want to call me. I’m yours, just as you’re mine.”

#genji shimada #genji x reader #overwatch 2 #blackwatch genji #overwatch

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therealmsdelulu · 8 months

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I can see you (Y/N and Jonah’s version)

Pairing: Jonah x fem!reader

A/N: Ignore how some of the lyrics aren't pink, it kept messing up. Also first smut, bare with me ya'll 😀.

Summary: You’re at a premiere party and your coworker keeps making not so subtle moves on you. Inspired by 'I Can See You' by Taylor Swift.(Lyrics in italics and pink)

Warnings: SMUTTT. Oral (fem receiving)

Your recent film was a huge success thanks to the incredible chemistry and or sexual tension between you and your coworker Jonah.

You currently had your back against a wall in the hallway of the host's house, drinking from a red solo cup and talking with a cast mate when you suddenly feel a shoulder brush against yours. You turn around only to see Jonah flash you a smirk before walking away.

"You brush past me in the hallway And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?"

You scoffed lightly before returning to your conversation. You tried to focus on the words being said to you but you catch yourself watching Jonah down the hall hoping he wouldn't see you.

"I’ve been watchin' you for ages And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it"

You shook your head subtly trying to get yourself together. 'But what would you do if I went to touch you now?,' you fantasized in your head, 'What would you do if they never found us out, What would you do if we never made a sound?'

You turned your head in the direction that Jonah went only to see him at the end of the hallway watching you carefully.

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

Gathering your nerves you walked over to Jonah. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem. Take a picture it'll last longer." you teased and he chuckled darkly before closing the gap in between you. His hand gripped your chin as he backed you up against the wall.

'And I could see you up against the wall with me'

"I like to call it the Y/N effect. You really have a hold on me darling," he whispered into your ear, letting go of your chin and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

'And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew That I can see you'

"Really? What effect do I have on you Jonah," you whispered back and he could hear the smirk in your words.

"How about I show you," he suggested before attaching his lips to your neck, leaving hot-open mouthed kisses on your skin, you bit your lip in an attempt to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out.

"You really wanna do this here?" you asked breathlessly knowing that anybody could walk in on the two of you at any given time. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his torso and carried you to the nearest bathroom.

'And we kept everything professional But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet'

He locked the bathroom door behind the two of you and placed you down on the counter. "Do you want this?" he asked looking you in the eyes and you simply nodded but that wasn't enough for him. "Words, pretty girl," he said with a slightly teasing tone.

"Yes Jonah, I want this," you said quietly and he smiled in satisfaction before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped at the base of your hips and he slowly took off your dress. He gently cupped your breast over your bra and kissed the exposed skin, making sure to leave behind a trail of hickies.

"Can I take this off?" he asked toying with the clip of your bra and you nodded eagerly. He unclipped your bra with ease and began to plant open-mouthed kisses on the newly exposed skin. His hands found a resting place on your hips as he trailed his kisses lower and closer to where you needed him the most.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jonah asked looking into your eyes.

"I've never been more sure of anything," you assured him and he gently slid down your panties, getting on his knees in front of the counter.

His hands gripped at your hips as he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs as he began to gently bite and suck at the skin. He looked up into your eyes as he licked a long stripe up your slit before licking and sucking at your clit earning soft moans and whimpers from your mouth only encouraging him to speed up the movement of his tongue.

You gripped the edges of the sink while his tongue flickered between your slit and he hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like a man starved.

You looked down at him and found his eyes gazing into yours watching you intently as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked desperately. The view was making you dizzy. The way his eyes bore into your own as his tongue wrapped around your wetness made you grind your hips into his mouth seeking more friction.

He gave a long stroke with the flat of his tongue and sucked you into his mouth tugging slightly and you could feel the pull of your throbbing clit. Then he spread his mouth wide over that sensitive nub and sucked even harder, a sudden stabbing sensation making you cry out in pleasure. Your whimpers and moans grew significantly louder as the coil in your stomach tightened his tongue moving faster while he felt you clenching around his mouth.

He pulled away slightly. "Cum for me, love," he whispered before continuing his tongue's brutal attack against your clit. You cried out in pleasure as you approached you orgasm and he slowed down his licks, helping you ride out your orgasm.

He stood back up and licked the remainder of your wetness off of his lips looking into your eyes as he did.

"You gonna let me return the favor?" you asked with a sly smirk.

#jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king x reader smut #jonah hauer king x fem!reader #jonah hauer king x you #jonah hauer king x smut

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Bad Idea

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none, just drunk emily lmao

Spencer Reid x Reader

WAITRESS INSPIRED FIC :)

“Hey.” Spencer stopped you in the Quantico parking lot after work. You’d just finished up your case report and handed it in to Hotch. You’d known something was up with Spencer when he’d stuck around the office past forty minutes. He was usually the first to finish writing case reports, but it almost seemed like he was trying to match your time today.

“Hi.” You turned to face Spencer with a smile, somewhat confused.

Spencer cleared his throat, “Hi, so, kind of off hand but you know how they’re doing that FBI gala that everyone is required to go to this year?” You nodded at Spencer, your thoughts beginning to spiral.

You’d had a crush on Spencer a few years back, but it was kiddish and you were both young. You never told him but you were sure he knew. You’d gotten it under control, subdued it, but still, butterflies swarmed your stomach at the thought of what he might say next.

He continued, “Well, I thought it might have been cool to bring my mom so she could meet you guys, but she’s not doing great so…I guess I was just wondering if you were free? Not like in a second-resort way but, I like you a lot and I- I’d really like to go with you.” Spencer laughed cutely, smiling down at his feet, before realization struck him. “Not like like but like we’re close,” Spencer waved his hands, “Sorry if that wasn’t clear or-”

“I’d really like that, Spence.” You couldn’t help but dodge his eye contact as you felt blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Really?” Spencer perked, he sounded almost surprised that you’d say yes. Of course you would.

“Really.” You laughed, nodding towards your car, Spencer following you.

He kept close to your side, close enough that you could feel the breath that left his mouth and fogged against the cold night air. “I guess we should probably coordinate outfits and stuff then-”

You accidentally laughed, causing him to stop once you reached your car. Damn Spencer Reid for being so cute. “I- sorry. Yeah, yeah that’d be fun. Meet at your apartment before the gala? We can call or text or email about the dressing stuff tonight if you want.” You suggested.

“We can text.” Spencer smiled, opening your car door for you. You couldn’t help but begin to think this might be a dangerous plan. Maybe you didn’t subdue those feelings well enough, because the way his hand wrapped around your car’s handle, opening it like a gentleman for you made you nervous and flustered.

Then it hit you. “Text? You don’t text.” You pointed out, sliding into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll text you.” Spencer reaffirmed, closing your car door with something more than a smile- a smirk. Like he knew. He knew what he was doing.

Your head spun the whole drive home. He said he’d text you like you were different to him. He’d text you. He didn’t just text anybody but he would text you.

You knocked twice on Spencer’s apartment door, flattening out any obscure wrinkles in your little black dress as you waited for Spencer to answer. When he did, you couldn’t help but feel stunned and somewhat overwhelmed. He wore suits a lot, but something about the occasion made this suit look even better. Maybe it was that he was going with you.

“I messed with my hair a little.” Spencer laughed nervously, your eyes running over his fluffy hair.

“I like it.” You whispered, watching Spencer’s eyes nervously dance around your body, unsure if he could even look. “Um,” You laughed and released the ends of your dress that you’d been fiddling with. “I- I kinda just did the mom-clip messy bun situation.”

Spencer stared without a reaction, you spun around so he could see. He laughed at your little 360, fake-clapping for you. “Nice. I like the mom-clip. It’s very JJ, isn’t it?”

You brought your finger up to your lips in a hush, “I actually stole it from JJ during a case.”

“When’d you find the time?” Spencer laughed at your cheekiness, but you could barely focus as you couldn’t draw your eyes away from his neck turning red from laughing and nerves.

“Umm, when we- we shared a hotel room together. Last case.” You gulped, still trying your best to maintain a smile. Your mind couldn’t stop running. This idea had danger written all over it.

“You alright, y/n?” Spencer’s brow furrowed as he reached out to place his hand on your forehead but you flinched away.

You shook your head, “I’m so sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to do that-”

“No, no, no. You’re right, I should’ve asked first. I never, um, touch people. Sorry- that was very out of character for me.” Spencer seemed stumped by himself. You could tell it wasn’t something that happened often.

You let the awkward moment steep for a moment until you couldn’t take it anymore, “We should probably head out, huh?” You itched the back of your neck nervously.

Spencer took a step out of his door, locking it behind him. “Yeah. Ready.”

Considering Rossi donated to the funding of the FBI gala, it was pretty extravagant. The wine selection was wide to say the least and the room was filled to the brim with FEDs. Must be a criminal’s worst nightmare.

Everyone had shown up with either their significant others, spouses, or best coworker group, but you’d just shown up with Spence. It meant nothing to most of the room, you knew, but it definitely was a shock to the BAU’s girls.

You tried your best to ignore Penelope and JJ’s hawkeye stares as you and Spencer wandered across the room towards them at the bar. The crowd was tight though and you came into a close call, brushing shoulders with some other attendee.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You waved before drawing in a long breath as you felt someone’s hand slither around your waist. It was Spencer.

Shakily, he guided you through the room, releasing his hold once you got up to the bar where Penelope and JJ stooped next to Emily, who was already too drunk to even assess the situation (who could blame her it was a party full of serious politicians), and Derek.

“Hi…guys.” Penelope said, suspiciously, her eyes tracing over you and Spencer.

“Hey.” Spencer nodded at the wine, Derek pouring a glass for him as if nothing had just happened.

“Well, y/n, JJ, Em and I are going to run to the ladies room. Care to join?” Penelope offered but with a more forceful glare behind her eyes. JJ chuckled beside her.

You turned your head to see Spencer, already whisked away in a conversation with Derek. “I’m- I’m good actually.”

“Perfect! Let’s go.” JJ grabbed your arm with a smile, dragging you away to the bathroom.

Three of you huddled up in a corner while Emily listened from beside a sink, fixing her lipstick in the mirror.

“So…you have a date.” JJ nudged you with a mischievous smirk.

You looked away to hide the smile growing on your face. “He just asked me to go with him. As a friend.” You defined the last part with an eye roll.

“Did Dr. Spencer Reid really say ‘as a friend’?” Emily doubted, cleaning up the edges of her lips with her fingernail.

“He said something like I really like you but not like you like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go. Something like that. Platonic, friendly.” Penelope slapped you on your arm immediately. JJ’s eyes blew up into heart shapes.

“Did he do the little stutter thing like when he’s nervous?” Penelope practically jumped up and down.

“Y/n, look at me.” JJ forced you to make eye contact. “Why would Spencer clarify him liking you in a platonic way if there wasn’t any evidence he liked you more than that?”

You rolled your eyes as you felt your phone buzz in your small black purse. You took it out to check your notifications. A text from Spencer.

Everything okay? Lost you in the gala.

- Spencer

You blushed at his technological cluelessness. “Your boyfriend looking for you?” You jumped just to notice Prentiss hanging out beside you, her wine-breath nearly on your skin.

“Oh hush.” You laughed, pushing out the bathroom door and back into the wildness.

You were pleasantly happy to find Spencer still at the bar, but by himself now. Morgan must’ve found someone to converse with. Spence simply sat alone but with two glasses of wine, one calling your name.

The girls must’ve separated from you because they were nowhere to be found by the time you sat down.

“Sorry I ditched you. I got dragged out for girl-talk.” You laughed, Spencer handing a glass to you.

“About what?” Spencer asked innocently, then realized it might be personal. “I mean-”

“No, no, you’re fine. Boys and stuff.” You took a sip of your wine while remaining eye contact with Spencer. The crimson shade of his neck was enough to tell you that drove him wild. You really had to back off. He was your best friend.

“Boys?” Spencer raised his eyebrows.

You nodded cheekily, swallowing your wine. “Boys.” Spencer didn’t want to ask anymore questions but you knew it was killing him. However, just as soon as you decided to relieve him of his curiosity, a slow song began playing.

You turned your head towards the sound of shuffling as people ran across the room to match up with their partners. Spencer definitely noticed the smile creeping on your face as you watched. “You want to?” He asked shyly.

“Dance? Oh, no, I’m fine with people-watching.” You smiled, resting your elbows on the bar, glancing at Spencer.

He sat there for a moment too, staring back at you. “I think we have to.” Spencer decided, reaching out for your hand and slowly making contact, melting his fingers into yours.

Your stomach stirred, yet you still let him take you to the floor. It was okay- your arms draped around his neck. It was all okay until you felt his hands slide to rest on your hips.

“Um, is this smart?” You asked, tensing under his touch. You felt him release his grasp gently, but that just made you feel worse. Guilty.

“Dancing?” Spencer asked innocently, even though he knew what you were talking about. Touching. This close. You tilted your head to the side, silently asking Spencer to give the jig up. “You’re right. Inappropriate, sorry.” Spencer whispered, taking a step back from you then practically running towards the exit door.

You looked around, frightened at what you might’ve just jeopardized. You followed him out, clenching your purse tightly to your side. You could finally breathe outside, panting after your little sprint. Spencer was doing the same against the same brick wall.

“I ruined that, I’m sorry.” You apologized, moving closer towards him. “I just don’t want to do anything stupid- to our careers, to us.” You fidgeted with the bottom of your dress again, a nervous wreck.

“I can risk it.” Spencer panted out, straightening his back against the wall.

You shook your head, tears starting to form. “Don’t say that.”

“I would. I think about it a lot, so I- I’m sure.” You couldn’t stop the waterworks now. You ran your hands through your hair in stress.

“Fuck!” You yelled over the oddly loud slow-dancing music coming from inside the building. “Fuck.” You began the word in a yell, but ended it in a whisper this time at the feeling of warm hands cupping your cheeks and swiping your tears away.

“I’d do most anything for you. If you don’t want it like I do, I’ll live. But if you do, please tell me. Please tell me and we’ll make it happen.” Spencer whispered as you began to blink your eyes open, steadying on his face and honey-golden eyes. God, he was so pretty it just made you want to cry all over again.

But instead you opted for what you’d wanted to do all night. You shakily brought your hands up to touch his face then drew a deep breath in before you pressed a kiss against his lips, desperately. It felt so good to give into temptation. It felt so good to feel safe.

Spencer seemed to like it just as much because after 5 years of pining, whether either of you knew it or not, Spencer was nearly ready to do anything.

It didn’t take long to switch places with Spencer, you against the building’s brick wall with Spencer’s hand behind your head for comfort. You couldn’t seem to separate your lips from him though. It took feeling your stomach pressed completely up against his for you to place your hands on his chest and pull away.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.” You more of stated it. You weren’t against it, but you needed to say it. Just so both of you knew what you were getting yourselves into.

“Let’s just keep kissing till we come to some answers.” Spencer whispered breathlessly through pants. All it took from you was a nod to be up against the wall again. You couldn’t make worse what was already pretty bad, could you?

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencerreid #spencer reid x you #Spencer Reid x Fem!Readr #criminalminds #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #fic #fanfic #fluff #spencer reid fanfic

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gandalfsbignaturals · 1 year

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That post about tme/tma was pretty funny to read as I have as a trans man experienced trans misogyny multiple times. I have a man’s name and dress in men’s clothes and multiple times people have thought I am a trans woman who I guess is mid social transition or smth? Idk man its weird. I think its valuable to talk about different experiences with transphobia within the trans/lgbt community and outside of it but i guess its easy to forget how varied the trans experience can be. Also why is there no term for the transphobia fuelled misogyny trans men face? As a trans man i feel like i can’t escape misogyny even from people who accent me as a man. Misogyny is also often the first punishment and slap in the face against me by transphobes. They rarely say anything about me being trans but just talking sexist shit?

see, thats another thing about transmisogyny that i think a lot of people forget. its not separate from misogyny and transphobia, it is the intersection of those two. so, if someone is both transphobic and misogynist, anybody who they think looks trans and they think looks like a woman is a potential target.

this actually includes, like, a lot of trans men, because 99% of these bigots dont actually care to learn a single thing about trans people. they often literally do not know enough about trans-ness to tell the difference between a trans man and a trans woman. they see someone who looks like theyre doing gender wrong, and they floor it, and anyone who doesnt conform enough can be caught in the crossfire.

additionally, trans men dont get to opt out of misogyny when they start transitioning. many trans men struggle to pass as men, because gender is a tricky thing. and if you dont pass as a man, or if you dont have your legal name changed, or if you dont have your gender marker changed, then anybody could still decide that youre a woman and treat you accordingly. trans men experience misogyny just as much as trans women do, and because they are also trans, they often fall victim to the same structures that cause transmisogyny.

trans men have actually tried a few times to coin words to describe these unique intersectional experiences, similar to the reason transmisogyny was coined, but everytime they have faced pushback from the community, and especially from trans women. transmisandry and transandrophobia are both words that trans men have tried to coin to describe their experiences, and theyve been so thoroughly ridiculed for it that ive seen trans women go around calling people "transandrophobia truthers." these words that trans men have tried to define for themselves have become jokes in the mouths of those who should be their allies.

this is another reason why i am so against tme/tma as labels. if we exclude trans men from being able to be victims of transmisogyny, but we also deny them the words they need to talk about their own unique intersectional experiences of oppression, then we are essentially saying we dont care about those experiences. we are silencing them the same way we have been silenced for years.

thats why im so gungho about trans unity. yes, our experiences are different, but the structures and the people oppressing us are the same. we are not enemies, and if we paint each other as enemies, if we try to silence each other, if we continue to squabble amongst ourselves and focus on what divides us instead of what brings us together...

we are doing the fascists' work for them, and our communities will crumble to dust.

i dont want to live in a world where im enemies with my trans masc brothers. i dont want to live in a world where finding common ground between us is seen as wrong. we have to stick together if we want to survive, but moreover, we have to stick together if we want to thrive. trans men, trans women, and every other flavor of trans people under the sun all enrich the queer experience. it is a beautiful, profound thing to reject ones nature and find belonging with the othered. to sully that beauty with the blood of our allies is to invite the end.

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69dias · 2 years

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how does boobtat! jk act when he knows he has a hot gf and everybody at the function wants her 😣

i lurv u anon and i love me some possessive jk

warnings: possessive jk! he isn't written by colleen hoover, though so there's no crazy possessive violence or rough sex. classic ily kink, jk is sooooo faurking in love, soft sex . mentions of violence tho cuz he does wanna beat up all the bitches oc gets

wc: 1.3k

jeon jungkook is at the crux of the worst dilemma known to man: should he have stayed home and let you come to this party alone, or should he have accompanied you even if he knew that it would piss him off.

the route to this point was simple; he has a hot girlfriend, who’s wearing a hot dress (that he bought her). the reason he’s pissed off, however? he can’t quite place it. everyone at this party knows that you’re his girl — you literally have a tattoo of his initials that you flaunted on instagram the second it healed and you found a shirt that would complement it without making you look like a (your words) ‘bimbo’. but perhaps the fact that every man in the room knows that the two of you are dating and yet, still manages to act crude is what’s setting him off.

either that, or it’s jealousy. but jungkook would rather die than process that ugly emotion and let the dam break, so he chooses to click his jaw and look over at you instead.

he gathers two things: a) yeah, you’re really fucking hot, and b) he needs to break the bartender’s jaw for attempting to look at your chest. jungkook, for the sake of his crystal clean criminal record, chooses to focus on the former. he thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the room, and while the fact that everybody else also does is hurting his ego, he cannot begin to think about it when you laugh, and his world blurs just a bit.

it’s cinematic, really. the ‘girl you fall for at a party and can never really get over’ trope, except he’s lucky and you’ve fallen for him just as hard (which is a lie, because he’s smitten and would die for you). but you’re wearing a pretty maroon slip dress and it doesn’t hug your curves — for which he thanks the lord; if anybody truly got a good look at your chest he wouldn’t be able to ignore it — and your hair is pinned behind your head and you’re wearing that lipstick that he thinks he’d be okay with staining his favorite white dress shirt if it means he gets your lips on his skin. it’s called ‘taupe’ by Mac and its actually quite a pretty shade, and jungkook would happily buy you a billion more tubes of it because you meet eyes with him from the bar, and the party blurs because that his girl walking towards him right now.

he loves the way you walk, loves knowing that he’s marked the miles and miles of skin that run beneath that dress, loves knowing that your destination is him and not all the other men who are making it really hard for him to not process the aforementioned ugly emotion — he loves knowing you’re his, loves knowing that the second drink in your hand is undoubtedly a scotch on the rocks for him, and he loves knowing that the feeling of unadulterated hatred every man in here has for him, knowing that you’re ‘jeon jungkook’s girl’ is mutual, because if you didn’t look so good walking towards him right now, he’d go up to each one of them, fuck his criminal record.

he’s proven right when you make your way to him, perfectly manicured hand reaching behind to his nape, the other handing him his drink — a scotch on the rocks with a twist — grinning as he pulls you into a kiss that’s far from chaste.

“wanna get out of here, baby?”

the frown on your face gives him your answer.

“we’ve only just gotten here, my love. what’s up?”

he’s a little too focused on the way your lips move, and the way your voice seems to turn his head into mush when you speak, so gentle and so fluent that it has his nerve ending faltering for just a moment. he can’t bring himself to say anything when you’re clearly disagreeing with him, so he avoids eye contact until they land on some guy, who seems to be just as distracted by you. only, that is, by your body.

his eyes rake down your figure, conveniently ignoring where you’re practically molding into jungkook, conveniently ignoring his hands on your waist, conveniently ignoring how your lips are literally ghosting his jaw, which tightens involuntarily at this view, giving you your answer.

your head shifts to meet the other man’s eyes, which snap away quickly as jungkook’s expression switches from being entirely enamored by you to willing to kill for you, and it does not go unnoticed.

“oh — oh,” you laugh, low and lighthearted and jungkook immediately forgets what he’s mad at, turning his attention to you again. “you’re jealous, huh?”

“— no. what?”

his answer’s a bit too quick, a bit too hasty for you to believe him, which is why you don’t, opting to turn around and out of his grip.

“it’s okay, ggukie. i have you right over here,” you pat the boob tattoo less than surreptitiously, which makes him shift his gaze to appear nonchalant (a stance you see right through). “and you know what, if you’re angry, maybe you can take it out on me later.”

he doesn’t, in fact, take it out on you.

no, you had nothing to do with the attention you were receiving, and jungkook deems it unfair to act like a Y/A novel character and blame you for being attractive, and instead, chooses to reward you, because you were his, and he could do that.

hence the languid thrusts he’s providing you with, cock filling you to the brim as he buries his face in your neck to very poorly hide the profanities he’s spewing.

they’re muffled, but you hear his words exactly: “Jesus, fuck — that’s my girl, pussy so good it’s fucking made for me. Shit.”

and he’s right, because it feels fucking incredible, the way you feel so full that it makes your breath stutter before you exhale fully, the way you feel alive and unreal all at once, how his ruts are shallow but your cunt convulses at every ridge of his cock inside of you. your knees are trembling where they wrap around his waist; a futile attempt to hold your orgasm in, but jungkook’s moaning above you, and it’s so rare that you get to see this side of him.

the side of him that’s a bit gentle for a change, the side that doesn’t shove your face into the mattress as he takes what’s his, the side of him that you love just as much as the other, because jungkook’s never aggressive, just a bit mean, which only makes you feel all the better when he flips the switch to act like this. grabbing your hands like his life depends on your touch, fingers intertwining and voice breaking as his cock twitches within you, like your very being has him being thrown off the edge —

it’s a special way to affirm that you’re his, especially when he says your name, slurred like he’s drunk on your pussy and putting every last bit of effort into not finishing before you do. especially when he rubs figure-eights on your clit and stills in you completely when you finally moan with a broken cry of his name, as if feeling you clench around him will have him gone. especially when he does cum, and he pulls you into a kiss so sloppy that it’s just teeth and you swallowing his moans when he rides the orgasm out with a “god I’m so in love with you —“

jungkook thinks that the beauty of philosophy comes in those dilemmas that cannot be ‘answered’ per sé, but he has an answer to the problem he posed to himself at the beginning of the night:

definitely come to the party, because being pissed off always results in him drowning in pussy. and if it’s yours, that’s even better

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook/reader

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sweetlittleroses · 2 years

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Spooky Scary Skeleton

Paring: Dark!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings:knife play,rough sex,blood,consent

Summary: A killer was on the lose but he finally found his true target.

Authors Note: Sorry for a late update but these science classes are making me dizzy.Hope you enjoy.

Breaking News : Local Teen Aaron Smith found dead in his car. Killer still not found

Tears blurred your eyes as you saw the news showing the picture of the guy you went on a date with. How could someone take and innocent life like his?

You covered your ears in order to block out the sound of the news. Aaron was such a sweet boy ,that you pictured a future with him.Your parents adored him.He treated you like a princess and talked about building a life with you.

Before you heard any further of how he was murdered ,your dad turned off the TV and soon felt the arms of your mom engulfing you in a hug.

“oh sweetie ,I am so sorry. He was such a wonderful young man,”she consoled you.

“How about we get some rest?”she whispered and you nodded.

As they finally were able to get you to fall asleep ,they stepped out of the room. Whispering amongst each other of the horror a person could do.Distraught by the news they knew they would go and pay their respects to Aaron’s parents.

~ 2 months later ~

“ So y/n are you going to the party of Jason on Halloween?”your best friend Luna asked

“ I’m not sure that’s a good idea”you replied worried

“ What if the killer appears there?” You added

“Oh come on y/n ,you think that “killer” is going to appear at a party” Luna said playfully

“ I don’t know Luna” you replied unsurely

“Come on y/n ,we’ll stick together throughout the party”she replied with a smile

“Ok”you smiled

~Friday Night

The party was in full swing.Couples were making out ,others drinking till they passed out ,and many people were dancing or rather grinding on each other.Luna was dressed as a sexy cat and you were dressed as a bunny.

Feeling out of place you stayed close to Luna but at the same time didn’t want to feel like a bother so you headed towards the punch bowl. One sip of it and you felt disgusted by the taste.How can anybody love drinking this?

As you were about to turn ,you bumped into someone. You saw him around the basketball team but especially Jason’s inner circle.Patrick .He was dressed as a zombie.

“Woah,watch y-oh hey y/n!”,he smiled

“Hey Patrick!Nice costume!”you smiled back

“Enjoying the party?” he asked,trying to keep conversation.

“Not really”you replied shaking your head and laughing

“How about we go by the pool area? Get away from the chaos?” he offered and you agreed.

As both of you made your way through the many bodies you turned around looking for Luna but accidentally bumped into a person.

“Sor-”but as you were about to apologize a sudden metallic smell hit your nose and you quickly looked up to see who you bumped in to. It was someone wearing a black robe with bone figures decorating it while a skull mask was on full display.

Their robe was covered with red stains that added affect to their costume.Hoping it was paint rather than blood ,you quickly turned away but felt the person watching you.With a quick side glance you could still see the skeleton starring at you.

When you finally went outside ,you saw Patrick sitting by the pool and waving at you to sit by him. Patrick was different from Jason and the other jocks who cared only about basketball and fucking anything that breathed.Talking with Patrick reminded you a bit of Aaron, but you put that thought behind your head.

Patrick made you laugh at any joke he made and made you less shy of being at the party.He talked about the pressure he felt by his friends and the dread of being at home.But he asked mainly about your life and you felt your heart speed up when you saw him focus at what you said. As your conversation felt quieter you both were leaning in to kiss but everything stop all of sudden.

A high pitch scream caught everyone’s attention . “HE’S HERE!” and before you could react many screams were heard when the same person you saw wearing the skeleton costume came out ,covered with more red stains and a bloody knife in hand.Everything broke out in chaos .Many people started running and screaming .You wanted to find Luna and make sure she was alright but as you were standing up to run ,you saw the killer look around as if looking for someone.

They made eye contact with you. Holding eye contact with you he made his way to you like his perfect target. Before you knew Patrick pulled you to the forest behind Jason’s house,where others ran off to. Everyone was pushing each other and caused for both of you to separate. Everything was dark and your only source of light was the moon and stars.You couldn’t help but cry because the only thing you could hear was your steps and sobs. As you walked further you suddenly heard a crunch .

Frozen with fear you turned around quickly, but caught a glimpse of a figure standing a couple feet away from you.He had found you. You ran and ran and could hear the blood rushing through you as you heard running footsteps behind you . As you made turns to throw the killer off you finally made a stop behind a tree.You covered your mouth to hold in your sobs and closed your eyes hoping it was nightmare. A couple minutes went by and you didn’t hear anything,just the crickets .

Coming out of your hiding spot you made you way around the woods and headed towards finding a road.After walking what felt like hours you saw road and it was like and angel answered your prayers when you saw headlights coming around .Sticking out your thumb out they came to a stop.Feeling frantic of the woods you ran to the passenger side and turned to buckle your seat belt.

When you turned around your heart stoped.Before you could scream a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You had got in in his car.As your eyes became droopy you saw their hand reaching to take of their mask but couldn’t clearly see who it was .All you heard was a whisper to your ear.A male voice saying “Gotcha”.

As you woke up you couldn’t recognize your surroundings.You were in a dirty room that had clothes hanging around,a guitar ,but what caught your attention was the knives hanging on the wall. Fully gaining conscious now, you dashed around what seemed like a trailer ,to the door but it was locked.

Before you could unlock it ,you were turned around with a knife to your throat and hands pinned above your head.You couldn’t help but tremble as you saw the skeleton mask. “Please don’t hurt me”, you cried as you felt the knife go from your throat to tracing your body.

Putting the knife away ,the person reached out to take their mask off. As they pulled it off you finally saw who it was.You couldn’t help but gasp as you saw Eddie Munson. He held a smirk as he threw the mask on the floor and pulled the knife back out.You were more scared of him since you heard his reputation of being a cult leader but now that you knew he was thekiller , you couldn’t help but feel more frightened.

“Please let me go.I-I-I won’t say anything.Please”,you couldn’t help but let tears fall from your face.

“Why would I let such a cute bunny go?”he taunted. “I finally caught you”he smiled

He got near your lips and accidentally weakened his hold on your wrists ,so without a second thought you kicked him on his stomach.Throwing him on the floor ,you headed towards the bedroom in order to escape through a window ,but it seemed like he was faster.

Before you knew it, a hand went to you hair pulling you back and as you cried out a pain you were pushed to a wall. “What a naughty bunny”he taunted ,clenching his teeth.

“Why are you doing this?”you cried “I didn’t do anything to you !”

“You see bunny,when I laid eyes on you ,I couldn’t keep you away from my mind.It was like I found my soulmate.But it seemed like others were trying to keep you away from me”

With that, it clicked in your mind what he meant.He killed Aaron . This fueled your anger and you started to struggle in his hold trying to him hit.

“How could you?!You killed Aaron?! We were going to be together”and after it left your mouth ,you soon regretted it. You seemed to fuel his anger.You triggered something in him and you were pushed to the bed facing him.

“That asshole had it coming.He was getting in the way of us but let’s be honest love he might have been perfect to marry you but you know he would never have satisfied you.” he replied trying to hold in his anger.

“Lies!He was better than anyone and you could never be him!”

It was like you pushed him to the extreme and next thing you knew he towered over you with the knife in his hand .That shut your mouth real quick.He held the knife to your hip and he whispered to your ear “Come on bunny,I can show you what you really deserve” and with that said ,he traced your body with the knife .

You wanted to fight him but was to afraid to get cut by the knife. Your body couldn’t help but shiver as he began to kiss your neck and suck on it. When he finally found your sweet spot you couldn’t help but bask and hold his forearm.He continued to suck on your neck and you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by your lack of fighting . You were caught by surprise when he put the knife on the nightstand and held your arms above you head.

When you looked up to see him hold your arms down you felt his intense stare on your face.Drawing your eyes back to his dark brown eyes you saw him lean in and kiss you. You wanted to at least put up a fight ,so when you pressed your lips together as he bit your lip as access,you succeed in frustrating him. Before you could call victory ,you felt a hand go under your short silk dress and in your panties where he started to play with your clit.

You gasped out at the sensation and felt his tongue inside your mouth. You couldn’t hold in your moans.He let go of his hold on your arms and you put your hand on his hair and pulled on it.He kept on playing with your clit and you could feel yourself getting wetter as he played with your pussy.

He pulled away to see his masterpiece . He smirked at the way your body was decorated by him,lips swollen,and dress hiked up with a wet patch on your panties.As you were getting up to leave thinking he was done with you ,he stoped you as you you sat up.Before you could timidly ask ,he grabbed your dress by the front and ripped it in the middle.

Eddie got harder at the sight of your shocked face, plus the full display of the silk white lingerie that adorned your body. Leaving you breathless again ,he grabbed the knife from his nightstand ,making you hairs stand up. But he grabbed another thing,rope. Your heartbeat picked up as he tied your hand behind your back and you couldn’t help but get wetter as his breathing hit your neck .He got on his knees and looked at up at you.

“Don’t worry my bunny.I’ll show you that you belong to me”and after he said that ,he cut your panties leaving your pussy on full display. The cold air hit you and caused goosebumps to fill your body.Before you could react ,his tongue started to lick at your folds.Loud moans started to leave your lips as his tongue skillfully licked away at your pussy but after a couple minutes of eating you out ,he pulled away.

Drool fell from your mouth as you felt pleasure of him sucking on your pussy. You thought he was done until you felt his fingers going inside you.He started to go at a fast pace making you see stars.”You like that my bunny?” and you couldn’t help mindlessly nod.

“More please”you moaned out.

He smirked at your words.He got you where he wanted you. He decided to taunt you more by slowing down his pace. Frustrated by the lack of speed ,words slipped out of your mouth. “A-Aaron c-could have done it b-better” you moan out

Oh how dumb were you to say that.He finally let his anger take over and stoped his movements. Standing up ,he bent forward to your eye level and held you in place.

“DONT YOU EVER FUCKING SAY HIS NAME!YOU’RE MINE! YOU UNDERSTAND !MINE!” he yelled at you as he tightly held onto your jaw.

“I’m sor-sorry”,you whimpered .You got scared again as you saw his anger not diminishing as you apologized.

He stood up straight and backed away from while still holding eye contact.You were afraid of what he was thinking of doing, so you did what you thought could help.

You stood up and said, “I’m sorry daddy.Please forgive me” you whimpered while sticking out your lip and glossy tears. To truly calm him down unclipped your bra and let your boobs be on display .

“Can you forgive me daddy”,you whimpered.You felt relieved to see his body relax as he got closer to you .But it seemed like he had other plans.

“You’re going to pay for this”he said.Without another second by, he turned you and pushed your body into doggy style. “If you can’t understand your mine ,I’ll show you”Hearing rustling behind you ,you turned around and saw him take his costume off and started to take of his pants and boxers.Your mouth went dry when you saw his hard length slap his stomach.

You quickly turned around ,as your breath seemed to quicken .Before you could ask if he was going to fit ,you felt hand on your hips and he pushed his cock into you. You both let out moans .He finally was able to stretch you out and have you around his cock.

Not letting you adjust he started to pound at your pussy.Each pounding cause you to lose strength on your arms and make you back arch even more .He was abusing your hole while he slapped your ass. “That’s right my slut,I own you” and continued to fuck you harder.

Your moans kept on getting louder as he abused your pussy.The relentless pounding left you seeing stars and made you forget of what he did . He was fucking you dumb and you let him fuck you even more. Turning you to lay on your side,he put one leg on his shoulder and started to pound you again.

“Am I fucking you dumb my slutty bunny?” he taunted as he finally saw your fucked out look.The new change of position made him go deeper and cause to you to let your tongue out .You have never felt such pleasure from others and could care less of them now.

Eddie was making sure your pussy adjusted to his and only his cock. Not Aaron .Not Patrick.HIM.

“Please daddy,go faster”you moaned out and he granted your wish.”yes,yes,yes” you chanted as his cock kept going in and out.After a while you let out the loudest moan and squirted around his cock while he came inside of you.

Having his cum fill you made you cum again.Finally catching your breath you looked at him and saw him looking back at you.His next words scared you but turned you on again.

“Don’t think we’re finished sweetheart.Your going to suck my cock now and your going to swallow each drop” he said

Aching a bit as you moved ,you got on your knees and looked at his still hard cock.Putting your mouth on his tip he moaned out a bit.You had never sucked such a big cock before, so it barely fit in your mouth. “Don’t use teeth” he warned you as you looked up at him.

He became frustrated at you taking a little bit of him in your mouth.So he grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth further into his cock.You chocked at his cock sliding further into your throat.Tears fell from your eyes as you kept sucking while he didn’t give a fuck.Instead he began to fuck your mouth like he did to your pussy. Getting used to the feeling of his cock in your mouth, caused your eyes to roll back and moan around his cock.Your pussy was dripping again .You wanted him to fuck you into oblivion again ,and he noticed.

“Don’t worry my slut ,I’ll fuck you again.Only if you say you are mine”

You couldn’t give a fuck anymore and only had his cock in your mind, so you nodded.”That’s right darling .You are ONLY mine” he smirked.Your pussy was going to be ruined.

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burnthoneydrops · 10 months

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Blonde (r.b. x reader)

pairing: robin buckley x female!reader, band au

word count: 2.4k

warnings: language, use of she/her pronouns, reference to time appropriate homophobia

a/n: had this idea while I was at a concert last night and really wanted to write it so here it is! hope you enjoy!! <3 (also not proof read haha)

You’re nervous. You’re shaking your hands out in front of you and you’re nervous. You can hear the crowd chatting to each other out by the bar, the sound of low mutterings and glasses clinking echoing off the wall and into your ears. Running your hands through your hair, you smooth some pieces down before fluffing up others, trying to give your shaking hands something else to focus on. It’s not even the biggest show you’ve played and yet you’re nervous as all hell.

Morgan, the drummer, walks into the dressing room. “Woah dude, are you ok?”

“Huh? Yeah fine, totally fine,” you mutter.

She scoffs, “your hands are shaking and you keep moving your foot like you need to crack it or something. What’s up?”

“Just pre-show nerves. It happens all the time,” you try and brush her off.

“Have you talked to Robin yet?” She asks, sitting down on the couch.

“No. Something about her shift getting moved and Keith would be weird about her being on the phone during work hours or something,” you respond. That’s what it was. You haven’t talked to Robin yet and your nerves are out of control because of it. Pre-show nerves are something that happen before every gig you’ve played thus far, even when you were just an extra vocalist for Corroded Coffin when Eddie lost his voice for a week. But something else that usually happens is you calling Robin on the public phone outside so she can talk you through it and reassure that you’re going to be amazing like she always says you are. Just hearing her voice through the phone makes you feel better; even if you know she can’t be at every show physically, talking to her before you go on means she’s going to be bouncing around in your brain in the best way possible, which makes things feel all that much better.

This show isn’t too far from Hawkins, seeing as you and your band were looking for bigger venues and Hawkins definitely doesn’t have those. It’s still a shitty bar in the middle of a city, but it at least fits more people and has more stage room so Hannah, your bassist, doesn’t fall into the audience again. She claims it was her attempt at crowd surfing, but you all know she just wasn’t watching where she was going, too busy thrashing her head around as Morgan kicked up the energy on the drums.

“Damn, that nerd has them on that tight of a leash huh?” Morgan asks, pulling you back to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah, I also get the feeling he doesn’t like me very much so it wouldn't really help if she tried to explain”.

“Does he like anybody?” Morgan snorts back and you shrug, not really sure.

“He gives me the creeps if I’m honest,” you answer after a few seconds, going back to adjusting your hair in the mirror.

“Hey, I doubt it’s changed much in the 15 seconds since you touched it last, leave your hair alone. Don’t go messing up all my hard work,” Morgan stands up and grabs your wrists before you can touch your hair again. She did in fact spend 20 minutes with you making sure it looked ‘cool’ enough for this crowd of what you were expecting to be mostly drunks.

“There you guys are!” Victoria, your lead guitarist, announces herself as she walks into the dressing room, “we’re on in 5!” She sounds exasperated and you and Morgan share a look before Morgan drops your hands, assuring you you’re going to kick ass no matter what happens.

You try to take in her words, but all you can think about is how much you miss Robin and how much you want to hop in the van and drive to Hawkins just to see her again. You know she’s proud of you, as she tells you that every time you call her, but it feels weird living your dream without her. Before history class sophomore year, your dream had been exactly this, performing on stage to an audience who knew your songs and could sing it back to you (well this one would be at least a partial audience but it was close enough). But then you met Robin, the girl who made you smile and laugh like no other and who’s hug felt like home wherever you were, and she quickly snuck her way into your dream as well. Steve was the one who convinced her that you actually did like her like that, even after you dropped some not so subtle hints that the blonde girl had you absolutely wrapped around her finger.

“Y/N, come on! Time to show them what we’ve got!” Victoria calls as she realises you’re not following them. You crack your knuckles, looking in the mirror one last time before running out after them. The crowd is already applauding and hollering when you take your place on the stage, and you can’t help the smile that etches onto your face at the reaction. People are walking to and from the bar, drinks in hand as they clap for the four of you. Hannah smiles at you as you two make eye contact, the familiar adrenaline carrying you past any stage fright from before. The same thoughts linger in the back of your head, but you try and turn the nerves into excitement, fuelling the adrenaline like Robin told you to.

“Um, hey everyone!” The microphone squeaks and the feedback sends hands over ears. You clear your throat awkwardly before gripping the microphone softly. “Sorry about that,” you laugh, trying to brush it off, “we’re the Suburban Rejects and we just wanted to thank you guys for coming out tonight. How’s everyone feeling?” The crowd cheers once again, though you notice a few people already drunk off their asses.

“You guys ready?” You turn toward your band and they all nod, Victoria smirking as her fingers trace over the strings in anticipation. “Alright!” You shoot your attention back to the audience, “this is our first song, Violet Summer and I hope you enjoy!”

“One two three four!” Morgan whisper-shouts so the rest of the band can hear before shooting off into her usual drum induced trance. Hannah is soon to follow, building the bass line as Victoria strikes out the familiar power chords. You tap your foot along to the main beat as you look out over the crowd, noticing some people nodding their heads and tapping along with you. Another rush of adrenaline hits you and as the first verse starts, you’re practically smiling into the microphone as you begin singing. You turn to look at Victoria as you sing, taking the microphone from the stand and walking closer to her, leaning from behind her so your head fits between her shoulder and her neck, the smile on her face growing as you sing into her ear. She turns to the side slightly so you can be back to back, and she rests her head against yours, your side profiles exposed to the audience. Next you cross the stage to Hannah and she jokingly flips you off, causing you to turn to the audience with a sad face before smiling again and making your way back to center.

A few songs into the set and you’re starting to feel much more comfortable. You’ve gotten the audience on your side, except for the already mentioned drunks, and you can finally feed off of the energy enough that you don’t have to worry about a little voice crack here and there. Morgan crashes her drumsticks on the cymbals repeatedly as the current song comes to a close, and you finally stop jumping around long enough to introduce the next song.

“Alright, now we’re going to get a little more sentimental. But don’t worry, we’re keeping the energy up as always. This song is called Blonde and I hope you guys like it,” you smile at the audience before Morgan counts you guys off again, the familiar chords from Victoria’s electric guitar bouncing throughout the room. The crowd had gathered closer to the stage as the set went on, and you lean forward to run your hand through those that were sticking their hands up, trying to give each a little high five. This song is so very obviously about Robin, but you had framed it as if you were someone else looking in on the relationship, hoping that it would keep the homophobic responses you were trying to avoid at bay. As the chorus kicks in and you start jumping around again, you do a little circle around yourself and glance out into the audience again. In a moment that you couldn’t have planned any better, Hannah nudges you in what you think is a joking manner before she tilts her head, wordlessly instructing you to look in a certain direction.

There she is.

The muse herself is standing at the back of the audience, her arms crossed against her chest and a proud smile gracing her face. She looks so beautiful you almost stumble over your feet. Victoria laughs and you flip her off, closing your eyes as you continue to sing, trying to keep the blush trying to show itself as undetectable as possible.

“Lips so sweet/they’re dancing on the rooftop/Angel face almost makes her heart stop,” you sing as you make eye contact with Robin. You hadn’t gotten a chance to play this song for her yet, and you hope that she gets the reference to your first “date”. Steve had invited a bunch of people over for a party when his parents were away and when the stuffy house had gotten too much for you and Robin, she grabbed your hand and took you to sit on Steve’s roof with her. The sun was setting and it was creating the most beautiful halo around her face. “I’m going to kiss you and if you hate it then we can pretend it never happened and I’ll never talk to you again ok?” You had asked, not usually one for rambling with nerves but that was just something she did to you. Without responding, she grabbed your face between her hands and made the first move for you, connecting your lips and kissing all the nerves out of you.

A knowing smile crosses her face as she lets out a quiet laugh, blowing you a small kiss from her spot in the audience, which causes you to quickly wink back in recognition. You look just to her left and see Steve standing next to her, waving at you with his car keys in hand. Your heart almost melts at the effort these two must have put in to make their way here.

“Get yourself together lover girl, we’ve got three more songs to play!” Morgan laughs at you as you turn to her to have a moment to collect yourself.

“Shut up!” You laugh playfully and turn back to the audience as the song comes to a finish, Victoria strumming out the last few chords as Morgan smashes the cymbals again.

Now it was as if the last few songs couldn’t finish fast enough. You rush off stage as soon as you can, thanking the audience quickly before heading back into the dressing room anxiously. The rest of the band follow soon after you, already making fun of your current state, teasing you about how in love you are. You’re grateful that you have the bandmates that you do, seeing as they don’t care that your relationship is with Robin and not Steve. You hear the backstage door open and two pairs of feet scurrying in before it can close and it takes all of you not to run everyone over to greet them.

“Hello?” Steve calls as they round the corner to the dressing room.

“Go be a lovesick idiot,” Hannah smiles at you, giving you a light shove.

You run toward the pair, Steve scooting to the side before he gets run into. Robin smiles widely at you, wrapping you in her famous hugs before putting a little space between the two of you, her hands still around your waist. “That was absolutely amazing!” She compliments you, but you barely process it, only thinking how lucky you are that she’s here.

You can hardly keep yourself together, so instead of trying to let out whatever mumbled garbage would spill out of your mouth, you pull yourself closer to her, kissing her with all the pent up emotions you’d been holding since the tour started. “What am I? Chopped liver?” Steve complains sarcastically, causing Robin to shove him with the arm that she unwrapped from your waist before quickly putting it back in its original spot.

“Alright guys, break it up,” Morgan calls as the rest of the band make their way over.

“I can’t believe you made it,” you whisper to Robin as you turn so she has her arm around your waist as you stand shoulder to shoulder.

“I wouldn’t miss my best girl for the world. You killed it like I told you you would,” she smiles down at you before turning to face the rest of the band. “That was an awesome show you guys. Seriously awesome”.

“Thanks Robin, glad you two could make it. This one was an absolute wreck before we went on. One night without her usual phone call and she was going to flip her shit,” Victoria motions to you, a playful smirk on her face.

“Hey! I was not going to flip my shit!” You try to defend yourself.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to hide it around us,” Hannah chimes in.

“Don’t be ashamed Y/n!” Morgan starts, “be who you are!” She sings in an awful voice, purposefully doing a horrible job of staying in whatever key she picked.

“You all suck!” You call to the group of them before turning your head into Robin’s shoulder.

Robin’s laugh causes her shoulders to shake against you, “I love you” she mutters against your hair as the group bursts out in laughter. You flip them all off with your head still buried in Robin’s shoulder, thankful for the height difference she usually teases you about. You might be incredibly embarrassed right now, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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FFS, Boston. And there you have my review of Only Friends Episode 5. See you next time.

No but seriously, what the heck? There was nothing subtle or sly this time round, Boston went straight for the jugular with Ray this episode *takes a breath* My poor baby just wanted to drink, get high and avoid his problems. Give my puppy-eyed, depressed, alcoholic cutie pie a break would ya?

Ramble mode activated. I start these with good intentions of having some sort of order to my thoughts but think with every episode I get even more random and all over the place lol. So I shall apologise to anybody reading this in advance.

Where to (try to) focus first? I guess Sand (and Ray) as he opened the episode for us. I like the idea of us and our heroes sharing the same 24 hours. We might not fill them the same way but the fact it’s the same for everyone, not an hour less or an hour more, everybody gets 24, I never thought about it that way. I kind of like it. I don’t really have a ranking for the characters other than Ray, who is currently sitting very pretty at the top. And I think… probably… Top earned himself his position down at the bottom (yes even Boston’s outburst this episode didn’t have me yeeting him into the deepest darkest pit - I hate his actions, but also kind of love it all going to shit - however, this is under the assumption that everything, somehow, will work out for Ray and Sand in the end. If not, then Boston, sorry, I’ll be going ‘This is Sparta’ on your ass and you’re plummeting to the darkest depths of the rankings). The other 4 main boys currently all sit in between Ray and Top, shuffling around depending on the day lol. But I digress, what I meant to say was OMG I love Sand. He earned himself a little best boy badge this episode. For the time being at least, he seems the most grounded and stable.

It was great to get to see into his life and his routines. I love that he allowed Ray to experience his world. And I think that it’s the sweetest thing ever that despite all his whining, Ray went along with everything Sand said so he could spend the day with him - ate his breakfast, got on the bike, played dress up, waited in the crowd to save their spot, let Sand treat him to a beer, sang karaoke. He took an interest. He didn’t poo-poo the secondhand clothes simply said they weren’t his thing. He asked about Sand’s dreams (Like does Ray actually have dreams of his own? The hostel was a dream Mew had FOR him and his future. Does a guy slowly killing himself with alcohol think to dream, hope, plan for a future?). He wanted to help with the ‘debt collectors’ (I think even Sand would be willing to accept Ray bailing him out if for the sake of his mum), asked about Sand’s mum, answered Sand’s question about his own mum (god the way Sand faltered pouring that drink as soon as Ray said how his mum died), and even right at the end offered to answer any questions Sand had about what Boston had said about Mew (The way Ray said ‘okay?’ and ‘Sand’🥺). The little steps Ray, actually both of them had taken were made meaningless when Boston revealed what he did. I hated seeing Ray go straight for the alcohol in order to cope with what had gone down. I just hope they weren’t pushed too many steps back.

That last scene in bed was heartbreaking. They had shared so many intimate moments across the day, and not just the tension between them at breakfast and in the changing room. Ray had gotten to meet Sand’s mom - I couldn’t with his little face when he mouthed ‘Happy birthday’ when they sang the second time, as if it was a whole new world. I would assume his birthdays when his mum was alive were vastly different considering her depression and drinking. The girl at the concert, the way she was introduced to show that Ray’s attention was truly on Sand. And the way Ray was hanging off Sand and leaning against him so easily at the party and… Sighs. The bubble bursts and we’re in bed and Sand is turning away from him, thinking there’s no way he can fit into Ray’s 24 hours, that he isn’t special enough to get his own ‘extra hour’, gah I wanted to cry. I mean Ray had made time for you that very day, Sand! Noooo. It doesn’t help First plays the sad and hurt puppy face so well. There was a lot going on, they’d been drinking so don’t blame Sand for being overwhelmed and thinking it easier to back off, just shut the conversation down, at least right then. Hearing about Top again, the fact Top’s with someone Ray loves probably brought up some unwanted memories of his ex, along with finding out Ray had been in love with Mew for years and he probably couldn’t see how he could possibly compete with that. And then we have Ray, who I don’t know if he’s in any way equipped or sober enough to be able to comfort Sand or express himself in that moment, so just says ‘Happy Birthday’ as it’s now after 1 am. What a way to start the day 😭

Speaking of Ray. He was never going to win to be honest when he said he and Sand were just friends. Granted they’ve been all touchy-feely, and flirty (Ray has been that way from the start - ‘light it for me’) but we’re not aware of them discussing anything beyond the initial ‘friends’ agreement. We don’t know if they’ve had sex again, if Sand had kept to his one time rule. I would assume so. Is it just kissing and making each other feel good? Or has it mostly been Ray going round, drinking, and passing out? At first, when Sand said about Ray wanting to hang with him again I thought he was referencing the music store date and Ray driving him about that day. But when they were getting wasted, he did say any more than this and he would have to start charging rent, which implies Ray’s been hanging out and staying over a few times, probably not wanting to be at home, alone, drowning his sorrows in the bathtub every night. If they’ve been in each other’s company that much, I can understand Sand getting ideas in his head.

But what was Ray supposed to do? Go against what he still considered Sand’s wishes? Friends was what was agreed. Even this episode, regarding his birthday Sand said, “Who are you to think you need to know.” Granted, he’s expressed stuff to his mum and it’s written on his face (especially for the audience) that he does think more about Ray. But as far as Ray’s concerned Sand’s drawn, and keeps redrawing, the line at friends, very flirty friends, but friends nonetheless, and are far from declaring themselves boyfriends (I suppose he could have added they were friends who’d had sex and hang out and Sand likes sticking his hand in his pants… yeah maybe not). It hurts that Sand was hurt by what Ray said, but I can’t really blame Ray for choosing to say they’re friends. If one or both are feeling a way about their ‘friends’ label, they really need to have a proper talk. And soon. Sand saying, ‘It’s nothing to do with him’ and that he’s not special hurt him, Ray and ME!! And next ep we probably get the “What are we to each other?” argument. *Takes a breath* If Boston hadn’t interfered maybe they could have started to figure something out. But nope, he stole away any progress they’d been making, at least for now.

Extra random Ray and Sand things.

1. Sand has some interesting t-shirts. I liked the Home Alone one he had on when cooking breakfast.

2. Ray saying he’s no Bruce Wayne *eyes dead parents* I mean, Ray’s halfway there. Oops 🫢

3. I actually think Ray (Khaotung) suited the tighter fitting t-shirts. The yellow actually looked good, but gotta say that bold pink one… nice.

4. Sand’s mum is an angel (a loud, crazy, pretending to be in trouble to surprise her baby boy for his birthday angel) She’s so friendly and would love for her to dote on Ray a little. BL gods please protect her.

5. That cookie eating scene in the party montage 🫠

6. Yo is a queen and deserves to be treated as such.

Okay. It was quite a Ray and Sand heavy episode so not sure I have as much to waffle on about for the others but here we go. Top and Mew next. I just… why does their relationship fill me with so much anxiety? Taken as stand alone encounters, they’re actually super cute. The little dates this episode were really nice. A cute little bike ride and Mew snuggling up to Top’s arm. Like, they have some really sweet moments… BUT… I just can’t get over the small controlling aspects within it. Like this episode Top continues to trouble me with first saying about swapping the project to his hotel, the small dig at Ray and Boston over their parts in the project, then the LASIK thing (and the fact Mew appears to have gone through with it based on the preview.) The blind dating restaurant, I mean it sounds a really cool idea, but again it put Mew in a vulnerable place. I mean Mew was literally in the dark this time rather than figuratively over the fact Top slept with Boston. Ponders. Am I supposed to feel this way? Is it just because I know more than Mew does? They just leave me uneasy.

So, Mew decided to sleep with Top. I’m a bit sad he had feelings that he had to, though I do think he’d maybe reached a point regardless where he had fallen for Top enough and built enough trust to want to do it. I had wondered if the attention Top was getting from other men was in part Mew’s paranoia, though it might have been happening, whether his imagination was heightened by that fear Top might get bored. Despite the uneasiness I get from them, I do believe there are genuine feelings between the two of them. Mew was looking so enamoured in the end section of the date, but again, was the way that Top was behaving just part of Mew’s imagination. From paranoia to embellishing the romance of the moment?

The fact Mew phoned Boston though? 💀If not for last episode he probably would have called Ray, but as it was Boston was the next bestie in line. I can’t blame him for calling, there’s no reason for him to think Boston is anything but a friend. We don’t know how long they’ve been friends. They’ve been together 4 yrs via the uni course, but did any of them know each other beforehand? Anything Boston has done that we know of against Mew has been behind the scenes. And him sleeping with multiple partners isn’t what makes him a bad person. Also he is the one who introduced Top into the group, the first to voice his ‘concern’ about Top’s track record, and he’d certainly be the one to encourage Mew, and support what Mew had pretty much already decided.

The build up was again a sweet moment, I liked the clumsy knocking of Mew’s legs on the couch *side eyes the fucking huge bed* and I’m glad Top went slow and treated Mew well. And they’ve exchanged ‘I love yous’ so everything will hurt that little bit more when shit hits the fan. I can’t wait lol.

And then we have Nick and Boston. I can’t decide if I should be sad for Nick or a little bit scared of him. I do feel for him thinking that if he changes himself into a Top clone, he’ll maybe get Boston to want him more. But also, like if this was a horror movie I feel like it’d be going the direction of Nick actually becoming Top and taking over his life lol. I did wonder if it was more for revenge purposes, make himself more appealing, lure Boston in and then get revenge, but it seems he’s still as infatuated as ever and I do feel bad for him. Despite his questionable actions, there is something sympathetic about Nick. Well, apart from the fact he keeps walking in and interrupting Ray and Sand’s quality time lol. God damn it, Nick.

The pool scene. I don’t know what Boston is playing at. Part of me is suspicious of whether he’s found the wiretap in his car already (I mean dropping that mention of someone with a video is a bit of a coincidence) so he’s doting on Nick a little more than usual, or is it a kind of rebound thing? So Top’s discarded him but at least Nick is sticking around. Or is he being genuine and he’s looking for a change? Boston, genuine? Hmmm. Seriously, this show gives me trust issues lol especially regarding Top, Nick and Boston’s characters. The other three, I feel they’re more straightforward and as of yet haven’t been shown to do anything with malicious intent. Ray fucks up but his intentions aren’t from a bad place. Everybody looking at each other at the pool though… Top having some weird look of disgust/unease while looking at Boston with Nick, Boston looking back at him, Nick watching Boston, and Mew in his own happy world where Nick is nice and cute and he and Boston should definitely date. What a mess.

As soon as Boston hung up the call from Mew we knew he was pissed. I’m proud of him being able to keep up his performance on the phone to Mew. Boston likes sex, has been advocating for Mew to lose his virginity, so there was no way Mew would expect him to say anything but go for it. Boston - Safe sex ambassador. There’s probably a part of him hoping Top does fuck Mew and dump him, but I believe what Top keeps telling Boston about being interested in Mew beyond that, and think Boston believes it too. From here it was a series of unfortunate events. Because of the call he sticks to Nick for longer and then bumps into Ray and then all hell breaks loose. The way Boston was watching Ray and Sand… I really want to know if there is a reason behind Boston seemingly not wanting to see either of his friends happy. Or is it really just the fact he’s an asshole? Not everybody has some deep meaningful backstory. Some people are just assholes. He was mad Top rejected him, mad Mew and Top were going to have sex and he took it out on Ray? Saw an easy target, maybe thought he could blame it all on alcohol and drugs in the morning? And Sand was collateral damage?

I kinda want there to be something more, like is it Mew or Ray or both he maybe has a problem with? When Top was complimenting Mew and calling him cute in glasses all the way back in episode 1, Boston’s eyes were on Ray and how he reacted. He poked at him by calling him a burden. Was he after fucking Top to mess with Mew in order to mess with Ray? It’s been 2 years since the kiss, no idea what’s been going on since then, but for Boston still to be in the friends group he couldn’t have done anything to the degree he did this episode, and certainly not this direct. Though I guess maybe he could have around Ray, as who’s to say Ray would even remember anything that went down if he got himself blackout drunk like he did in episode 1. Also some of what he said. Why is he so obsessed with the idea Mew and Ray slept together? He keeps saying it like it’s a fact. But I don’t see why Mew’s flashback would be a lie. So I can’t see anything having happened between them after Mew rejected Ray. And then Boston mentioning ‘two-timing’. Is that in reference to anything in particular, or just a way to say loving Mew but dating Sand would be equivalent to cheating/two-timing? And asking why Ray was getting angry??? Dude, you just ruined his night, brought up Mew, told him you took photos of a not traumatic, but a personal and vulnerable moment, and were ‘keeping track’ of him, said him and Mew slept together, and everybody’s emotions were heightened because of drink and drug cookies. Still in love or not, I’d be pissed off too. *Deep breath* It’s fine. Everything will be fine… totally fine… Right?

Random things.

1. Sand telling Boston (and Nick) to go to their room. I love Sand.

2. Nick, come on baby. Everybody be telling you Boston is trash. I know you think you love him but, you know, maybe it’s time to take a hint.

3. Boston, you little shit. It’s a good job you’re entertaining and the whole point of this show is about messy relationships lol.

4. Drake’s character is back?! Why do I get this weird feeling Nick’s gonna go along with something he doesn’t really want to… threesome??

5. Very 6 mains heavy this ep, so hoping to get a bit more of some of the side characters next week at uni and Mew’s party. Though if I’m honest, I was so engrossed in the main boys I didn’t miss them. I’m sorry okay lol.

6. Shit is going down next episode. Am I ready to see Ray getting punched by who up to now has been his one shining light in his shitty life? No 😭

Right, I need to stop lol. I was going off in all directions lol. It’s so hard to believe we’re coming up to the halfway point with next episode. So much has already happened.

Thank you if you read all that.

Can’t wait to see what’s next.

Previous rambles

Episode 4

Episode 3

Episode 2

Episode 1

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