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greg-montgomery · 8 months

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i saw your post about jealous!hotch, so I was wondering if you can write something where there isn't an established relationship between hotch and bau!reader (yet ;))), the reader is a huge fan of an actor/character (kind of like how we, hotch girls, fangirl over Aaron 🤭) and Hotch got jealous whenever he hears her talks about the actor/character and then the reader was wondering why he's acting unusual, (like he would mutter something to himself like how he's much better than the man the reader talks about but they don't hear it, or he's suddenly not in a mood, etc.) and the team knows why he's acting unusual (he's jealous) and they're entertained watching the both of them be oblivious, and hotch kind of slipped or something that revealed his feelings for the reader🤭 if you can't write it, then it's okay!! feel free to change anything however you want<33

hehe what if aaron was jealous of thomas gibson himself 🤭🤭🤭

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“I am definitely taller than him.”

“What was that, Hotch?” you asked, after hearing him mumble something under his breath.

“Nothing,” he said more clearly this time. “Go back to your very important conversation with Garcia. The meeting doesn’t start until ten, so you have plenty of time.”

“Thank you,” you answered with a smile, pretending you didn’t notice his sarcasm.

“So he’s tall and respectful? What else would a girl need?” Penelope swooned, picking up from where you two had left off.

“I’m telling you! Penny, I swear…Greg is my dream man.”

You had turned your spinning chair to the side so you could face Garcia, and missed the way Aaron rolled his eyes at your words.

“And they got married the day they met?” she asked, her hand on her chest.

“Yes! It’s so romantic. And don’t even get me started about all the physical touch. It’s definitely his love language.”

“Ugh…He sounds perfect.”

“He is.”

“So are you gonna show me how he looks like?”

“Right!” you exclaimed. “I have a whole album of pictures of him. Wait.”

You pulled out your phone and found a screenshot from the episode of “Dharma & Greg” you were watching the night before. “That’s my baby.”

Aaron should be feeling lucky you were still turned to the side and couldn’t see the way he was desperately trying to take a peek at your phone.

“Oh,” Penelope said. But it wasn’t the kind of ‘oh’ you were expecting.

“What?” you asked disappointed. “Don’t tell me he isn’t hot. He’s literally a doll.”

“No, I…” she said. She seemed startled. “He is…um…really good looking. But…Y/N…Do you not notice something in particular about him?”

“Like what?”

“Tall. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Cheekbones.”

“Yeah, like I said: my dream man,” you simply said, unable to understand where she was going with this.

“He’s not all that.”

That was Aaron.

“How would you know?” you were quick to ask him.

“I googled this Thomas Gibson guy who played Greg,” he said, acting casual. “He’s average at best.”

“He is not average,” you defended him.

“I can’t tell which one of you is more stupid,” Penelope said softly, mostly to herself.

“What?” you both replied at the same time.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I just remembered…I have to go make a phone call.”

Once you were left alone with your boss you crossed your arms against your chest and furrowed your brows. “Average…”

“He’s just some guy.”

“He’s not. He’s the most handsome man in the world,” you said.

“Sure.”

At his last word, you got up from your seat and walked so you could stand right in front of him with a smirk.

“What?”

“You sound almost jealous of him.”

“Why would I be jealous of him?”

“I don’t know, Hotch,” you replied, your smirk getting even wider. “Why would you?”

He stared at the picture of your celebrity crush he had previously googled. “He has nothing I should be jealous of. I mean my hair is better, and I’m pretty sure I’m taller.”

“I knew that was what you said earlier!”

“Shut up.”

You giggled and tilted your head looking at him. The way he said those two words almost reminded you of Greg.

“You kind of look like him.”

“I don’t see it,” he said, taking a glance at his phone again.

“I think I do.” You smiled softly.

Maybe your dream man was your grumpy, stubborn, and very very adorable boss after all.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch 🪐#ask

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kmblckbk · 4 months

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Bloodweave X reader

Astarion x f!Reader x Gale

Word count: 3k

18+

Warning: contains smut and minor mention of SA

Summary: After a big battle you return to camp with you companions, and you can’t wait to rest. But 2 of your companions have other ideas.

*english is not my first language so i'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.*

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you can’t wait to go to sleep. The last fight was hard and on top of that a certain wizard and vampire kept asking for your attention. You knew Gale wouldn’t like sharing, he was a focus on one person kind of guy. and Astarion, well, he opened up to you about what he went through with Cazadore a little and you’d understand he’s not ready for a physical relationship just yet. He’s been more open about the idea ever since he’s killed Cazadore, but you knew trauma took a long time to heal. But you would do anything to help him, in whatever way you could.

The 2 man have been battling over your attention. You liked it, but some times it became exhausting. Especially because you liked them both. It hurt you to think about one day having to choose between them. You’ve been nice to both, you’ve been implying that you’d see a future with both of them, of course they don’t know about your feelings for the other. But you just couldn’t choose, not yet at least.

you walk into your tent, exhausted from the day, and are met with the 2 men that’s been on your mind. None other than Gale and Astarion are waiting for you. “Hello darling” Astarion says. “oh uh hi” you say awkwardly, did they find out? “Gale and I had an very interesting conversation” he says walking up to you, so close you can smell him, he smells like rosemary and brandy, you didn’t know you would like that combination as much as you do. “yeah, and you were the main topic” Gale says coming up to you too, standing close to Astarion. Gale smells of old books, like he’d spent days in the library and something sweet to like rosewood. “oh” you say, dreading where this was going, you were not ready to choose yet. “you see Gale here told me you were seeing him, but I thought we had something special darling?” Astarion says, his tone is not sweet, it’s dark and something else. “and here I was thinking I was the only one who had your heart” Gale tells you, he sounds more disappointing, yet not to the extend you thought he would.

“i-I” you try to explain, but what was there to explain. You are caught red handed and now it was time to tell them the truth. “I’m sorry, I just. I like you, both of you. please don’t make me choose, I’m not ready” you tell them. “hmm what to do, what to do” Astarion says. “what do you think Gale?”. “well if she can’t choose….” They seem to communicate without using words, and your getting a little nervous. “oh look Gale we’re making our girl nervous”. Your cheeks heat up, their girl? “hm, maybe we need to show her” Gale says. “show me what?” you ask nervously. “you’ll see” Astarion says darkly, more dark than you ever hear him before. “hands out darling” he says and you do. you don’t know where he got it from but he binds your wrist together with rope. “what?” you ask shocked. You hear Gale chuckle as he comes up behind you. “don’t worry, we’ll take care of you” you heard Astarion’s voice when it got dark, but you never knew Gale could do the same and you feel yourself already getting wet at the sound of his dark voice. “you sure you can handle us both” he whispers into your ear while Astarion binds your hands above you. “what” you whisper. “do you think you can handle us both?” Gale asks again before kissing your neck. “hmmhmm” you murmur. A hands replaces his soft lips as Astarion holds you tightly by your throat. “he asked you something darling” he says, his pupils blown wide. “yes” you gasp. “you sure?” “yes” you breath out again. “good” Astarion says as he let’s go of you. they switch places, Astarion now standing behind you and Gale in front of you. Gale kisses you deeply before he drops to his knees before you.

“may i?” he asks looking up at you. you nod your head. “use your words love” he demands. “yes, please” you tell him. he lowers your pants and underwear before he places a soft kiss on your wet heat. You gasp. “gods I wanted to taste you for so long”. He says before he kisses and licks you where you need him most. “fuck yes” you moan, letting you head fall back on Astarion’s shoulder. “look at how he’s eating you darling, he looks like a starved man, all for you” Astarion says while he holds you so you can see exactly what Gale is doing to you “fuck” you breath out at the sight. “it get’s me hungry too” Astarion says brushing your hair back from your neck. You feel a sting before pleasure washes over you as he sinks his teeth into you and drinks. You never knew it heightened your feelings this much. You moan as the feeling overwhelm you. “shhhh be quite darling, otherwise the whole camp will know what we’re doing to you” Astarion tells you, before he goes back to sucking your neck.

You gasp out loud as you feel Gale’s finger enter you while his tongue still strokes your clit. “what did I tell you” Astarion says as his hand covers your mouth. “stay silent, or we have to punish you darling”. You try your hardest but the pleasure is to great and you feel your orgasm rise. Gale was not lying when he told you he had a skilled tongue, gods. “oh she’s about to come” Gale says against you clit making a moan slip, but it’s being muffled by Astarion’s hand. “that fast” Astarion says mockingly. He grabs your throat and places a bruising kiss on your lips as your orgasm washes over you. “good girl” he whispers against your lips as you pant. “you taste absolutely define dear” Gale says staring up at you. “fuck Gale that was amazing” you tell him stroking his cheek lovingly. “oh we aren’t done yet darling” Astarion says, a grin on his face that means trouble. you look over at him. “are you sure, I, I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for yet” you tell him, while still trying to catch your breath. “don’t worry about me darling, I’m right where I want to be” he says before you feel a finger against your back entrance. “oh fuck Astarion” you moan. “you sure you can take us both?” he asks, pushing against my back entrance harder. “I didn’t think…” you breath out. “you didn’t think what? that we meant at the same time? Darling you know better than that”. With that he pushes the tip of his finger inside you, slowly. “fuck” you breath out, it unlike anything you ever felt before. “hmmm I like virgin ass, think you can take me while Gale fills your other hole” he whispers. As on que gale starts removing his clothes. “someone is eager, I think he likes the idea” Astarion says darkly. “I, I don’t-” you breath out and moan as Astarion pushes his finger deeper inside you. “look at your eager ass sucking my finger in, you are a whole less innocent then I thought you were” he says “are you ready for Gale to fuck you darling?” he asks. “y-yes” you breath out, you need more. “eyes on me then” Gale says, grabbing your chin roughly and making you look at him. “you sure you can take me?” he asks. You nod franticly. He looks so good standing there in just his underwear, you wanna touch him, kiss him but your bound in place by the rope. “give our girl what she wants” Astarion says before he plunges another finger inside your ass.

Gale removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure you can actually take him. “don’t look so surprised love” Gale says his voice darker than you ever heard it before. “i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. you never had someone this big before. “fuck your tight” Gale groans. “oh fuck” you breath feeling to full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet. “How does she feel?” Astarion asks Gale. “so. Fucking. Tight” he groan as he slowly starts moving. “oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, but the rope is keeping you from it. “does it feel good darling” Astarion whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers. “f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Gale picks up speed. “hmm you like gale fucking you while I stretch your ass?”. “yes” you moan again. “good girl, look how well you’re taking us” Gale groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Astarion’s hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly. I moan into his hand as Gale thrust in harder and deeper. “fuck your ready to come again aren’t you, I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” he groans. “please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Astarion’s hand. “what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Astarion says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder Gale” he says. you try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Gale picks up speed even faster and Astarion pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

“I think she’s ready for a little more” Astarion says as he pulls his finger out your ass. “no” you breathe. “I can’t” you say trying desperately to catch your breath after the best orgasm you’ve had in your life. “you can darling” Astarion says as he swiftly removes his clothing. Gale’s ruthless tempo slows and he just shallowly thrusts in and out you as a softer pace now. “hold her open for me” Astarion asks him. Gales hands come down on your ass and he pulls you ass cheeks apart. “fuck your beautiful” you hear Astarion say, before you feel something push against your back entrance. “fuck” you groan as you feel him push against you. “relax darling, let me in” he says in a more caring voice now. He pushes against you “fuck I need some lube” he says. not even a second later Gale magically conjures a bottle of lube. “and that’s why I like wizards” Astarion says before you feel something cold touch your ass. You feel Gale pull out of you just when Astarion enters you. at first it feels unpleasant, but then it feels full, so fucking full. “gods” you breathe. “you’re doing so well love” gale says his hand leaving your ass as he circles your clit, slowly, but firmly. Until Astarion is seated fully inside. “you feel so good darling” Astarion half groans “are you okay?” he asks you. “yes” you breathe “are you?” you ask him, you hate that you can’t see him right now. “I’m more than okay darling” he says before he slowly starts moving. “oh shit” you moan, why does it feel good. It also hurt a little but in some way that made you even more wet. “fuck yes darling” you hear Astarion groan. You take it as a good sign, and that he’s enjoying himself so your mind stops worrying about him.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Gale’s cock move through your folds. “Gale” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance. “you wanted us both, so you get us both” he says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Astarion mutters to Gale. “fuck” Gale groans in response. I’m already feeling another orgasm rise. “please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you. “come for us” Gale orders as he starts moving in and out of you again. You’re so close, you’re almost there…….. Astarion’s lips crash on Gale’s and the sight of there tongue’s clashing is enough to make you burst.

Your visions blackens for a second. Both Astarion and Gale have stopped moving. “there she is, good girl” Gale murmurs as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. “fuck I can’t anymore” you breathe. “you can do one more” Astarion says as you feel him pull out your ass. “I want to look at you as I come” he says, as he and Gale switch places.

Astarion lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. You moan into the kiss as he enters you. the feeling is so overwhelming you don’t know if you can handle one more orgasm. “no, I can’t. please” you beg. “you can do one more darling” Astarion says as he kisses you again. you feel Gale’s presents at your back before he trust inside your back entrance in one thrust. “hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Gale and Astarion as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal paste. “fuck I’m gonna come” Gale groans. “fuck, me to” Astarion says back. “you gonna come with us love” Gale says kissing your neck. “oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel Gale and Astarion come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if your still coming or if it’s another orgasm. Astarion cut’s the rope holding your hands bound to the tent. Your hand are still bound as you put them around Astarion’s neck. “I love you guys” your words come out as if your drunk or something, but you mean what you say. or at least you think you do. thinking is a little hard right now. “darling” you hear Astarion whisper. “darling come back to us”. It’s then that you realize you have closed your eyes and your face is burried in Astarion’s neck. “hm?” you open your eyes and looking at him. “there she is again” he says.

Gale walks into the tent, you didn’t even realize he left, or noticed when he pulled out of you. “let’s clean you up” he says as Astarion puts you down and unties your hands. After Gale has cleaned you up you lay down in your tent. Your cuddled up between the 2 men. Your head lays on Gales chest while Astarion’s hand is slung over you. “so you’re really okay with this?” I ask Gale. “yes, I’d do anything for your love. Besides, he isn’t so bad” he says nodding to Astarion before kissing you softly.

Astarion has been suspiciously silent, and it worries you. you roll around to look at him. he seems lost in his mind. “Astarion?” you ask softly. You should have know he was not ready for this. “Astarion?” you ask again when he doesn’t react. “yes darling?” he says looking over at you, as his normal charming self, like nothing is wrong. “are you okay?” you ask him softly. “I am” he says smiling at you. you look at him, really look, and you know there is more to it than that. Tears spring into your eyes as you really look at him. because he doesn’t look fine. And you hate yourself for being so caught up in your lust and desires you didn’t think how this would be for him. “hey, what are the tears for darling?” he asks as he brushes them away. “I’m sorry, I just, I didn’t want you to do anything you clearly wasn’t ready for. I’m so so sorry Astarion” you tell him. “hey come here” he says holding you tightly to his chest. “I was ready, I am ready…with you I’m ready. You have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed what we just did. It’s just” he says taking a deep breath. “it’s just what?” you ask him, looking up at him with teary eyes. “it’s just that I realize now what I missed all those years. It never felt like it does with you” he says softly. “what?” I ask him. “please don’t make me repeat that, it’s hard enough to tell you this, but yes. With you it feels right, I enjoy it and I can’t get enough of you. I’ve forgotten what that felt like” he says. “I love you” you tell him. “I love you too” he says his eyes shining like you’ve never seen them before. You place a soft kiss on his lips before you turn to Gale “and I love you” you tell him. “I love you too” he says smiling as he cuddles you from behind, as you fall asleep on Astarion’s chest.

The next morning you’re the first one awake, and you decide to make your men some breakfast. You slowly get out of their grip, careful not to wake them and leave your tent. You’re a bit sore, okay more than a bit, your ass feel raw, but it only makes you remember last night which makes you smile. “so had fun last night he?” Karlach says grinning. “I would appreciate it not waking me up in the future” Shadowheart says looking at you judging. “leave the girl be, everyone needs a little fun once in a while. And she deserves it for all she’s done for us” Wyll says, as always the gentleman. “so who was it?” Karlach asks. “oh well uhm”. “no way” Shadowheart gasps as both Gale and Astarion walk out of your tent at the same time. “go get em girl” Karlach grins, fist bumping your shoulder before everyone returns to their daily tasks. “you okay there love, your cheeks are a little flushed” Gale says. “I told you to keep silent darling” Astarion grins at you before they both kiss one of your cheeks. “now let’s get breakfast, you need to eat before round 2 tonight”.

#astarion x reader #gale x reader #bg3 #bg3 smut #bloodweave #astarion smut #gale smut #gale fanfic #astarion fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #smut

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torturedblue · 10 months

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Part 2 of endless Disaster Twin parallels, the not so fun version

Part 1, the fun version

Considering the series shows Donnie coming off as autistic, he’s portrayed that way much more in fan art and fanfics, etc. We often see it in fan portrayals through an aversion to touch or his senses getting overwhelmed, etc. In the show I noticed Leo actually has a consistent aversion to anything with a gross texture too: like in the first episode when they’re all sliding down Draxum’s vines and he’s tripping over himself, the only one bothered by them “I hate this!”

He also starts flailing in a panic after a worm jumps on his face (and do I even need to bring up how the texture of worms ain’t all that enjoyable let alone on your face), recoils when that evil Hidden City massage guy pours hair serum all over his head, and he’s the most visibly repulsed when Raph gets trash all over them in the beginning of Battle Nexus: New York. So on multiple occasions he comes off as pretty texture or germ averse as well

Both also have insecurity issues about their role to the team: “If mystics can do everything I can but better then why would you guys even need me?” “I’m nothing without them!”

Ironically, in Many Unhappy Returns, Splinter thinks Leo doesn’t know what he’s doing and isn’t taking the mission seriously, saying he should’ve brought Purple. But in the same episode during fights with Shredder Donnie’s seen texting on his phone half of the time. Which is also very parallel to Leo making quips in the beginning instead of helping fight like Donnie and the others

In that same fashion, Donnie’s also goofiest when everyone’s acting serious in Insane in the Mama Train, while Leo’s the unserious one in the following episodes. Another role reversal from their norm

The show also portrays these two as feeling the most affected by Splinter’s history of emotionally distant parenting. Donnie constantly talks about his unmet need for parent-aged-adult approval/validation, and Leo shows his struggle in a more Leo-like way, constantly finding father figure connections in other people like Jupiter Jim and The Dunk. He also rejects/roasts Splinter a lot too, which seems more like a form of overcompensation; acting like he doesn’t totally need or crave Splinter’s attention. The exact opposite of Donnie’s methods. “No! I’m not going back to what’s-his-rat.”

“He’s my all-time favorite actor/role model/father figure!”

“That eccentric billionaire, who was kind of a surrogate father figure to me, has shown me a version of myself I don’t like.”

Leo acts like he doesn’t pine for his affection. I’m sure he sees the way Donnie openly, desperately goes after it when it’s offered and then gets crushed even harder with disappointment (ahem Turtle-dega Nights). No way Leo’s opening himself up to that. I mean come on how sad is the moment when Splinter says they should do something together and Mikey is so eager to jump on the opportunity before it gets taken away, only for Donnie to have to pull him aside and remind him it’s usually some kind of trick or he’s likely possessed? Just for Mikey to immediately respond, “You’re right, I always fall for this!” Ouch. Honestly considering Mikey’s empathy and emotional maturity in mind, the reason both he and Raph seem to handle Splinter’s lack of attention so well is probably also because in addition Raph became a second parent himself, and taking on that role like Splinter, he knows from his own experience that even though their dad doesn’t show it in the ways they wish he would, of course he loves them and what he does do to take care of them as a parent proves that

I think the parallels and direct contrasts between how Leo and Donnie show their dissatisfaction in their relationship with Splinter is probably the most developed and interesting one to me 💔

I mean Leo’s the only one who would actually say something like this to Splinter and you can’t tell me there’s not some deep-seated resentment in the way he looks and the way he says it…

So yeah. There’s the sad edition of Disaster Twins parallels. Let’s all cry together 😃

#disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #leo and donnie #rottmnt character analysis #these poor boys

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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bad enough || lc x f!reader

summary: lee chan isn't the type of guy you usually go for... but you don't know that (based on the song bad enough for you by all time low)

warnings: swearing, angst, smut 18+ (oral f. receiving, kitchen sex, protected sex, degradation, slight dacryphilia)

word count: 3.7k

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Chan hasn’t texted you in two days, at the advice of his roommate, but he’s starting to think Soonyoung is full of shit. The thing is, you run in Soonyoung’s circle. He knows you way better than Chan does, and according to him this is the way to your heart. If Chan had it his way, he’d be texting you every thought that crosses his mind, answering you immediately instead of leaving you on read for hours... but since he doesn’t, he’s forced to sit around waiting for you to be the one to initiate.

“She likes guys that treat her like shit,” Soonyoung had explained when Chan first expressed interest in you.

“What? I don’t know if that’s tr-”

“No, trust me,” he insisted. “Every guy she’s brought around has been a fucking asshole. We hate all of her exes, and I mean all of them. We have a separate group chat just to talk shit about them.”

“They can’t be that bad,” Chan tried.

“The last one stood her up in the pouring rain and she still gave him another chance. I know you like her, Chan, but you’re too much of a nice guy. She’d never go for you.”

It’s supposed to be a compliment but it still hurt to hear that he basically had no chance with you. Especially since he’d had a crush on you for the longest time.

“I can be a jerk.”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

Chan nodded, resolute. “If that’s the kind of guy she likes, that’s the kind of guy I’ll be.”

“Is it really worth all that effort to act like someone you’re not just for some pussy?”

“It’s not just for- I actually like her, Soonyoung. I’m not just trying to get into her pants.”

“And that’s exactly why you’ll never be able to pull this ‘bad boy’ thing off.”

Chan shook his head. “You’re wrong. You’ll see.”

That conversation had brought Chan here, checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had messaged him. It was pathetic and he knew it but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. After bickering back and forth with his roommate, he had to turn around and practically beg him to help coach him on how to win you over.

So far, Soonyoung’s intel and advice has worked, much to Chan’s surprise. You’ve hung out twice now. It hasn’t escalated to anything more than a kiss goodbye but that’s mostly because Chan’s a coward. You’ve made it clear you want him but he’s been too afraid to act on it. You’ve sexted exactly once when you were a little tipsy and wanted him to come over, but Chan was out that night and Soonyoung forbade him from leaving so that he wouldn’t come across as ‘desperate’. He was forced to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you while trying not to get hard out in public to help you get off. He was happy to do it, of course, he just wished he could’ve been there with you like you wanted, or at the very least at home in bed so he could jerk off with you. Instead, he blueballed himself all night until he got home and could finally scroll back through your messages and cum all over his hand in the privacy of his own room.

As much as Chan does want to sleep with you, he also wants to do all of the other things couples do together with you. He wants to take you out on dates, show you his favorite movies, meet your friends, and maybe also bury his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours. Mostly he just misses you.

Just when he’s about to cave and text you first his phone lights up with a notification from you. It’s a text inviting him over, just what he’s been waiting for. He replies instantly, already knowing Soonyoung would be shaking his head in disappointment if he knew just how whipped Chan was acting. It’s only one deviation, though. One little slip up won’t tip you off that this whole thing’s all an act, right?

It’s too late to worry about that now because he’s already told you he’s coming over. Chan throws on a clean pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, dabbing a little cologne behind his ears for good measure.

Soonyoung stops him on his way out of the apartment with a suspicious expression.

“Where are you going at this hour?” he asks.

Mingyu’s over tonight too, just Chan’s luck. From the looks of it, he and Soonyoung are already a couple of beers in, likely debating about something stupid. Both men stare at Chan expectantly and he knows he won’t be able to lie to them so he comes clean.

Mingyu whistles while Soonyoung just smirks.

“You’re not taking an overnight bag just in case?” his roommate presses.

“Uh, all she said was that she wants to hang out. I don’t know if it’s that kind of night.”

“Knowing her, it is,” Mingyu mused.

It bothers Chan that Mingyu seems to know that about you but it’s really none of his business what kinds of things you talk about with your friends so all he can do is chuckle awkwardly and bid the two good night.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Soonyoung calls after him. “And remember to be a dick!”

Your apartment isn’t that far from Chan and Soonyoung’s but it still takes Chan twenty minutes to get there with how slow he’s driving.

Don’t be too eager, don’t be too eager, he repeats to himself as he slows to a stop at each yellow light instead of blowing through them like he normally would. He doesn’t want to make it seem like he was waiting around for your call (which he was) and dropped everything to go see you (which he did) because he knows that will turn you off and that’s the opposite of what he’s trying to achieve. He needs to make it seem like he’s only coming over because he had nothing else going on even though that’s not the case.

You open your door on the third knock and immediately usher Chan in, beaming at him, which nearly makes him melt right there on the spot. He kicks off his shoes and leaves them by the rug before following you into the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” you exclaim in a hushed whisper. “Sorry it was short-notice, but I’ve just missed hanging out with you.”

Chan tries not to show how happy that makes him and simply shrugs. “Glad to be here.”

“I’ve been thinking about the other night,” you continue before trailing off.

“The other night?” he asks.

“Yeah, when we... you know.”

Oh. That other night. The night that you sexted. The night that Chan came more than once to the thought of you getting off to his messages.

He tries to play it cool, leaning back against your counter and crossing his arms. “Oh yeah? What had you thinking about that?”

“I was sad that you were tied up and couldn’t come over,” you hum. “I thought maybe you could make it up to me tonight.”

Chan chuckles. “So that’s what this is all about? Just feeling needy?”

He takes a step forward and you take one back in turn. “I-I no, that’s-”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy to help.”

He closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that he can kiss you. Your lips are just as soft and warm as he remembers and you moan as soon as his tongue swipes across the seam of your mouth.

There’s not much talking as Chan leads you backwards, helping you jump onto the island once your back meets the cold marble. His hands travel down to the waistband of your pants and he’s tugging at the elastic as a means to ask permission to take them off mere moments later.

“Wait,” you stop him with a hand to his chest. Panic washes over Chan like he’s just been doused with ice water. Had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast? You’re quick to assure him that everything’s alright with a squeeze of your hand but you go on to explain, “not here. My roommates are just down the hall asleep. We might wake them up.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking your words as a challenge. “You can’t be quiet?”

Your thighs tighten around Chan’s hips as you whimper and it takes everything in him not to grind forward into you. He maintains his composure, although just barely, and begins to kiss your neck.

“I can be,” you assure him.

“Are you sure?” You nod. “Make a sound and I’ll stop, okay?”

You pout but agree to his terms. “Okay.”

And then he’s kneeling on your kitchen floor, helping you out of your pajama pants. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, cursing when he sees the little wet patch on the front of your panties. He presses his finger to it, letting your arousal seep through the material even more.

You flinch when he touches you.

“Sensitive already?” Chan asks with a smirk.

You don’t answer. Instead, you push your hips into his hand, silently asking for more. He’s happy to give it to you, rubbing his thumb where he approximates your clit to be. He knows he’s found it when you gasp quietly above him.

He touches you like that for a while, teasing you until you’re trembling. He doesn’t move on until he’s satisfied with how wet you are which doesn’t take long. You’ve been turned on since you first texted Chan to come over so he barely has to do anything to work you up.

“Please, Chan,” you whine.

“Please what?”

You groan in frustration. “Need more. Anything, please.”

“Anything, huh?” he repeats.

You nod, giving him the green light to continue. Rather than taking your panties off, he simply pushes them to the side and leans in close enough to dip his tongue in between your folds.

One of your hands flies to Chan’s hair, the other to your mouth as you bite down on your knuckles to muffle a moan.

Chan begins to leisurely make out with your cunt, taking his time to savor the way you taste. You’re even sweeter than he anticipated, something he didn’t think possible, and the way you’re reacting to his actions is driving him absolutely crazy. He’s been hard from the second you suggested you wanted to fuck him and having his head buried between your thighs isn’t doing anything to help. He’s half-worried that he’ll cum way too early and embarrass himself, but he can’t focus on that now. Not when you’re grinding your pussy into his face like your life depends on it.

The closer you get, the tighter your thighs squeeze around Chan’s head. He works his tongue inside of you, nose nudging your clit as he hums against you.

“C-can I cum?” you ask suddenly, jolting Chan out of his thoughts.

His eyes widen when they meet yours. You’re asking his permission to cum? He wasn’t expecting that. How did you want him to respond? Was he supposed to be mean? Did you want to be edged?

Apparently he doesn’t make a decision quickly enough because you’re asking again with even more urgency before he gets the chance to answer. “Fuck, please? I can’t hold it-”

“Go ahead,” Chan mumbles into your cunt, hoping you can understand him.

You must, because you cum immediately after he says it, pushing his head even further into you as you ride it out. Chan happily laps up all of your arousal and then finally pulls away. He could eat you out all night but he has a feeling there’s something more you want from him.

“How was th-”

You’re kissing him before he can finish his question, having pulled him in by the waistband of his sweats. Chan isn’t complaining in the slightest but he certainly hadn’t been expecting it. It’s a little clumsy at first until he finds his rhythm again, tongue slipping into your mouth so that you can taste yourself.

He’s a little relieved when you push him away to catch your breath because he’s so fucking hard it’s bordering on painful and he could definitely use a break as well.

“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. There’s a look in your eye he can’t place.

“Only if you do,” he answers.

“I thought it was obvious.”

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“Hm, that’s nice,” you say thoughtfully.

Fuck. That’s the opposite of what Chan wants you to think about him. You don’t seem put off by this, though, and he’s relieved by that.

You jump down from off the counter and attempt to trade places with him.

“Let me return the favor,” you offer, kneeling in front of him.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Chan assures you.

“Are you sure?”’

“Positive.”

You’re quiet as he helps you back onto the counter. He wants to ask you what’s on your mind but you beat him to it. “I didn’t take you for that sort of guy.”

“What sort of guy?”

You shrug noncommittally. “I don’t know. Guys like you, they don’t usually take the time to go down on a girl before having sex with her. And they definitely don’t turn down a blowjob.”

Damn, you were right. Even subconsciously Chan was acting too nice. In his mind, he was doing the bare fucking minimum but apparently even that was too much.

“Hooking up with someone isn’t fun if they’re not into it,” he points out. “Men who skip foreplay are only screwing themselves over. And as good as I’m sure your mouth feels, I came over with something else in mind.”

It’s the cheesiest goddamn line he’s ever used on a woman but he hopes you buy the fuckboy act anyway. He’s almost positive that you can see right through him, see that the only reason he turned down a blowjob was because he was scared he’d cum too soon and ruin the moment. He’s smirking but it probably doesn’t reach his eyes, and oh god he’s such an idiot-

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Chan almost breathes a sigh of relief but catches himself just before he does. Instead he smiles wider, and brings one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

Chan finds a condom exactly where you told him he’d find one, in the drawer by the wine bottles. You share the stash with your roommates, you tell him, so there’s plenty of variety for him to choose from. He tears the foil package open with his teeth and rolls the condom on without much fuss before returning to where you’re perched on the counter waiting for him.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asks you.

“Only if I can take yours off too.”

“I think that sounds like a fair deal.”

You go first, fingers ghosting along the sides of Chan’s body before catching on the hem of his t-shirt. You pull it upwards over his head and place it behind you on the island. Chan does the same to you, taking an extra moment to run his hands along the smooth skin of your breasts.

“Can’t believe you’ve got me completely naked in my kitchen,” you murmur, leaning in for a kiss. “So dirty. You want me to be caught by my roommates or what?”

“You won’t get caught if you’re quiet,” he reminds you.

“In theory,” you muse, “they might just wake up for no reason, come out here for some water or something, you know.”

“Well, I’m banking on that not happening,” Chan says as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re still so wet that his dick is easily lubricated but he spits in his hand and pumps it a few times for extra measure.

You’re teasing him now. “I don’t know, kind of seems like you want to be caught.”

In truth, Chan doesn’t want anyone to see you naked but him. But he can’t let you know that. Having sex in a place you aren’t supposed to is exciting, as is the risk, but that’s as far as the appeal goes for him.

“If I suddenly develop an exhibition kink, you’ll be the first to know,” he grunts. “Would it make you more comfortable to move to your bedroom?”

“No, here’s fine. I was just giving you a hard time. I’ll fuck you wherever.”

Your words go straight to Chan’s dick and all he can do to keep from saying something he’ll regret is push himself inside of you so that he’s thoroughly distracted.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp.

It does wonders for his ego. His knee-jerk reaction is to say something nice back to you but that’s not what an asshole would do so he doesn’t.

“Thanks,” is what he decides to go with. Stupid.

You feel perfect, so tight and warm, and Chan wishes he could tell you that. He’s not sure if that’s what you like to hear during sex, though, so he keeps his mouth shut. What do the guys you usually like say? He wishes he knew. He just wants you to enjoy yourself.

If Soonyoung knew how in his head Chan was at the mere taste of your pussy he’d be so disappointed. All of his advice gone to waste. God, he shouldn’t be thinking about his roommate while he’s balls deep inside of you. It isn’t helping at all.

“You can move,” you whisper. It’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it but the desperate little whimpers that follow grab his attention instantly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please move,” you repeat.

“Okay. Remember, you make a sound and I stop. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I know. Please just... fuck me already! Been wanting it all night.”

Chan tsks and lifts your chin with a finger. “So fucking needy, I knew it.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. It’s slow but it feels so fucking good. Chan doesn’t know how he’s going to last. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close and he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at the juncture of your neck softly.

“God, Chan,” you moan lowly.

“Baby,” he warns.

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop if you do start to get loud so all he can do is scold you and pretend like he’ll make good on his word and hope that does the trick. God forbid you call his bluff.

“I know, it’s just... you feel so good. It’s so deep.”

“Shit,” he hisses, hips stuttering forward on their own accord.

“You can go faster,” you say in his ear.

So he does. He didn’t account for how loud the sex itself would be. The sound of skin on skin, made worse by just how wet you are... the noise echoes off the cabinets but Chan can’t find it within himself to care. He hopes your roommates are heavy sleepers.

You sniffle suddenly and Chan’s about to reprimand you for being noisy but then he sees the tears.

“Crying already?” he asks, voice dripping with faux sympathy.

He doesn’t know where the confidence came from. If any other partner started crying in the middle of sex he’d immediately panic, stop, and ask what’s wrong. But it’s you.

“C-can’t help it,” you choke out. “Just so good.”

“Yeah? You get a lil cockdrunk and all you can do is cry? So fucked out already?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod pathetically. “‘M cl-close, Chan.”

It’s simultaneously a relief and a surprise to hear this. It’s a relief because Chan’s on the edge himself and it’s taking everything not to cum right this instant. It’s a surprise because he hasn’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already on the brink of an orgasm. Chan knows he isn’t bad in bed, but he also never considered himself to be excellent or anything of the sort. You must like him a lot.

The realization makes Chan’s heart do a somersault in his chest and he has to bite back a smile as he continues slamming into you.

“Gonna cum?” he coos. You nod again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Panic washes over your features as your body begins to tense with anticipation. “Can I? Please can I cum?”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers.

“Mhm, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good- please, baby...”

Your begging is what does it for him. Chan groans out a raspy “cum with me, angel,” as he tips over the edge himself, hands gripping your thighs so hard that he’s sure he’ll leave marks behind.

You’re still weakly fucking yourself through your orgasm when Chan comes down from his. His cock is already feeling sensitive but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t help you ride out your high. He might be playing the part of an asshole but he can’t bring himself to be that mean, especially when you look so pretty when you cum.

He doesn’t help you get dressed even though he wants to and he doesn’t offer to help you shower off either. He just... picks up his things and leaves, feeling like absolute shit when he does.

You stop him right as he reaches the door, looking shy for the first time all night.

“I had a good time,” you say quietly.

Chan isn’t about to lie to you so he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”

“We should... do it again sometime.”

He pretends to think about it, arguing internally with himself. Shouldn’t he just be honest? Come clean? He hated playing your game. But Soonyoung had been very insistent that he do exactly that. His roommate’s words ring through his head as he stands there in the doorway.

“Every decent guy that’s ever shown interest in her has been shot down. They usually don’t even score a date with her. It’s not like you have to be a bad person, at least not entirely. You just have to be bad enough. She won’t give you the time of day otherwise.”

Chan sighs, sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Sure, yeah. Maybe. I’ll probably be around.”

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lunarfleur · 9 months

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Earth 42! Miles Morales with Autistic s/o hcs!

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @nagi3seastorm @hiyaitssans @enchanting-violet @luvjunie @milesmolasses

A/N: I did this for my own enjoyment, okay? This is based on my own personal experiences with autism, but I tried to keep it as friendly as possible! Not everyone’s the same, you know?

This is x gender neutral reader!

I’m gonna start this out by talking about how easy it is to feel comfortable in Miles’s bedroom.

He always has his normal lights turned off and LED lights turned on because it’s more comfortable for him

So he’d let you adjust them to how you like it.

He likes lighting candles so it always smells good in there

It’s always clean so there’s no mess to overwhelm you (just bc sometimes messes overwhelm me)

And he has a small space heater so it’s pretty easy to get the room to the right temperature.

It’s quiet in there and his bed is so warm and so cozy

Would recommend.

There’s no need to mask with him. I mean it. He wants you to be comfortable with him and open about yourself.

He won’t judge you.

With your permission, he did tell him mom before you met her

In case things got overwhelming, or something just didn’t go right, he wanted to make sure she understood. (She did.)

Miles was already the kind of boyfriend who has notes in his phone dedicated to information about you

So he has one with any and all of your sensory issues typed out

He had them memorized, but it was just in case.

If you need them, he always has a pair of noise canceling headphones in his backpack for you (he’s one of those kids who carries his backpack everywhere).

Please please please let him listen to you talk about your special interests and hyperfixations!

Bros invested

It’s his favorite thing, listening to the people he loves talk about the things they love

Shows, books, movies…

I know when I’m hyperfixating on a show or movie it’s the only thing I’ll watch (I’ve seen The Mighty Duck movies at least 25 times EACH) he will watch and rewatch them with you

He doesn’t get bored either. He likes getting to enjoy what you enjoy. It makes him feel closer to you

Would definitely subconsciously memorize any signals you may give off

If you have bad habits for when you’re overwhelmed (idk if this is an autism thing for me, but like when I’m overwhelmed I scratch my skin and bite my nails a lot) he’d calmly just like…stop it?

Like pulling your hand away and letting you fidget with his fingers or clothes

He’s a very patient guy, you know? And he loves you.

And he’s so good with meltdowns? Or panic/anxiety attacks. All of the above, basically.

He’s so quick to realize what’s happening and is even quicker to get you away from what’s making it worse (I.E: leaving the room/building to take you somewhere quiet, etc.)

He doesn’t complain or get upset about anything during a meltdown because he knows you can’t help it

Asks for permission before touching you, gives you as much time and space as you need

And is absolutely there for aftercare, too.

He knows it can be exhausting. He’s definitely extra careful with you after a meltdown because he doesn’t want to make anything worse

He keeps things at his house for you, too. Fidgets, comfort foods…bro keeps a weighted blanket on his bed just for you.

He does his research. You’re not going to find any gray areas in his brain

Now, he’s a pretty touchy, feely guy

He likes holding you and loving on you, having you close to him..

So I can see him getting disappointed when you let him know that you don’t want that

But he gets over it pretty quickly

He lets you do things at your own pace and is completely open to a compromise about this kind of stuff

And Miles isn’t afraid to ask you questions, either. But if you don’t have an answer, it’s okay.

If you’re overstimulated and/or going through sensory overload, he’s gonna do his best to get you what you need

He gets that, in times like that, communicating can be hard. That’s why it’s so good that’s he’s so patient. He keeps his voice gentle and his tone doesn’t change

He’s extra straightforward with you to avoid any miscommunication

Overall?

10/10. Would recommend.

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thesoulspulse · 1 year

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Danny Phantom Randomness (Principal Masters)

Not sure if this idea has been used in the phandom before, probably not since it’s a pretty common for the principal of a school in a cartoon to be the antagonist in some way, but I thought I’d share it anyways. So here’s what I’m thinking. Personally I think it would have made a lot more sense for Vlad to switch tactics and double down on trying to win Danny over instead of going full cookie-cutter-bad-guy-that-wants-to-rule-the-world after cloning him failed which would make him realize that his little badger really is one of a kind and what he has can’t be replicated.

Up until this point Vlad’s been making Danny’s life more difficult instead of easier which was his whole sales pitch when they first met...

Vlad: Daniel, stop. Think about the things I could show you, the doors I could open for you. You, Danny Phantom, and I, Vlad Plasmius. Together, we could rule.

Then there’s these comments Vlad made to Danny in Reign Storm...

Vlad: Sneak attack, very good, Daniel.You're getting more like me with every battle.

Danny: I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU!

Vlad: Oh, you're not? Using your powers to get back at people you don't like? Throwing the first punch? You're more like me than you know.

I’m so disappointed this didn’t develop into something more interesting where Danny starts to genuinely worry he’s becoming too much like Vlad which would have made the events of The Ultimate Enemy twice as cool because it’d be like a glimpse of that reality where he’d actually become worse than Vlad. But, back to the topic at hand! I’ve mentioned this in a few of my fanfics but I think the whole cloning thing was more of a desperate attempt to get Danny on his side since Vlad never really made any serious attempts to tempt him to join willingly and just spent the whole time bashing Jack and telling Danny he’d be a better father.

With that in mind, rather than being a petty rich bully after Danny gets Vlad’s mansion destroyed in Season 3 what if Vlad decided to put his foot down to “re-educate” him so to speak? What I mean by that is instead of running for Mayor of Amity Park, why didn’t Vlad try to replace the principal of Casper High? For one thing it would have ACTUALLY made sense because the position doesn’t require living somewhere for more than 6 months and its purely based on their education and teaching experience. And I think overshadowing the right people on a smaller scale would make it more believable than the whole Mayor thing.

Vlad could of course still be a jerk about a lot of things to get back at Danny like force the whole dress code thing, however, it would have been an interesting twist if when Danny comes to Vlad to apologize and ask for a truce he graciously accepts which totally throws Danny for a loop. Why? Because that was the plan all along! Vlad wanted Danny to learn there are consequences to his actions, realized that fighting him is counterproductive, and on top of that, to actually show how much easier he could make Danny’s life by letting him become a part of it.

Honestly, I absolutely love the idea of him unexpectedly becoming the cranky overprotective type kind of like what you see in this amazing comic strip by @lilianade-comics: https://www.tumblr.com/lilianade-comics/703807353584320512/aw-man-dont-you-hate-it-when-your-arch-enemy?source=share

Think about it. If Vlad started to make Jack look bad without actively insulting him to make Danny finally get fed up with being hunted by his parents to the point where he’d reluctantly go there just to catch his breath once the two of them agree to a cease fire. Trouble with the high school bullies? In comes Uncle Vlad who happens to be the richest man in the world and a close personal friend of the Fenton family so Danny’s off limits. Ghost attack? Vlad helps cover up Danny disappearing to fight them or even scares them off if he has an important test that day. The list goes on on what Vlad could do to either make Danny’s life a living hell in a more personalized way by invading his school life or a lot better depending on their interactions at Casper High.

Long story short its basically using the idea that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar and all that so seeing Vlad gradually start doing nice things for Danny from time to time might help change his tune. Because deep down Danny DOES want to learn more about being half-ghost, but he refuses to accept Vlad’s offer to join him because he hasn’t really done anything to make it appealing. Vlad’s always insulting Danny and his father so if you ask me, giving him the praise he doesn’t get at home or at school could change so much between them...

Vlad’s just gotta be smarter about it.

Obviously Danny would be suspicious if Vlad started acting too nice to him right away so the changes would be gradual. And whenever he goes to Vlad for help or at the very least asks if he’ll cut him some slack Vlad will reward him for coming to him first. Especially because unlike his parents, Vlad knows exactly how much he’s dealing with and I’d love it if what started off as a plan to manipulate Danny transformed into an actual student and mentor relationship leading into a redemption arc instead of whatever Season 3 was.

And there you have it. Principal Masters AU anyone?

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rebsins · 10 months

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could you write a tom headcanon like the reader is famous and then a random fan asks her out in front of him? (tom and reader date)

yes, ofc!! I hope you’ll like it🫶.

Jealous Tom x famous reader

you always attended fan meetings alone, without your bf.

This time, though, you two had planned to spend the rest of the day together, so he decided to tag along and wait for you to be done with your work.

He adores watching you interact with fans, you always are so grateful and kind to all of them. It makes his heart melt 🥹.

However, being an attractive woman, makes your fan base composed mostly by men and he doesn’t like this fact at all.

ofc most of the fans are still very respectful of you and your space, however there’s always some people that are going to cause trouble.

and today, when he was present, it seemed there were too many of them.

some fans were really getting to close to you and touching you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but you didn’t have the heart to tell them, so you just tried to finish the meeting as fast as possible💀.

ofc your lovely Tom noticed all of this and started to get angry at himself for not being able to do anything.

so anytime he saw you uncomfortable, he called a bodyguard over to save you from the ‘fan’😨.

It was getting kinda of late and most of the bodyguards went home when the last fan showed up.

He was very handsome and he immediately started flirting with you. You, being obvious to his flirting, just replied kindly to what he wanted to say to you.

“I’ve been a big fan since your first movie/song/video, you don’t even know how much I love you y/n” you would kindly reply “well, thank you, I appreciate your support” 😀.

But as much as you tried to turn the conversation down, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“so, I was thinking that maybe you could show me how much you are grateful by making me take you out on a date. what do you say?” he questions you as he takes your hand😨.

you’re stunned by the question as you respond “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested and plus I have a-“ he didn’t let you finish as pulls you closer to him “cmon shouldn’t you be more grateful to your fans?”

You were about to punch that dick face, but a hand pressing on top of yours stopped you “You better fuck off, before I touch you”. As soon as your boyfriend’s voice reached your ears, your body relaxed as you leaned your back against his torso.

“Well you could have said that you had a bf, you little bitch” the ‘fan’ mumbled as he walked away. You let out a little sigh as you saw him leave and you immediately turned to your bf.

He was still looking at the spot where the guy was before with eyes full of hatred and…was that.. disappointment ? 😕

“Are you okay baby?” you asked him as you extended your hand to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner” he replied angrily.

That made a little smile form on your face as you placed a little peck on his lips “Don’t worry love, I’m okay now and I’m glad that you even stepped in”.

“But-“ you didn’t even make him finish the sentence as you put a finger on his lips “No buts, you protected me as much as you could and you didn’t do anything wrong, so stop bothering yourself ok?” you scolded him as you hugged his massive form.

he returned the hug as he nodded “good, now that everything is settled, let’s go to get something to eat, I’m STARVING” you said giggling as you took his hand and dragged him to his car.

“everything for you, my love” he mumbled under his breath with eyes full of love.

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candycandy00 · 7 months

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Pick Me Up - A Gojo x Reader x Geto Halloween Fanfic Part 4

Gojo and Geto are two serial killers who enjoy seducing their victims before killing them. Every year on Halloween they have a friendly competition, and this year the target they both choose is you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The first two parts will be fairly short and just serve to set up the way these two operate. The third part starts the “main part”. Any feedback or comments are greatly appreciated! Divider by @violetbudd

Smut. 18+. Fem Readers. Smut mostly just thought/talked about in this part. Blood/Gore/Violence/Death of extremely minor characters. Gojo and Geto are both bisexual.

The handsome man who rescued you in his white van is very kind. That’s the first thing that pops into your head as he talks to you. “Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need to go to a hospital?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“No, I’m not hurt. He mostly just scared me. I think he was planning to hurt me though,” you say, a shiver of fear running through you. You can still see the cold look in Suguru’s eyes as he said terrible things to you. Didn’t he say he wanted to kill you? It all happened so fast, and the shock hasn’t worn off yet. He seemed so nice! You almost let him take your virginity!

“He didn’t try to force himself on you, did he?”

The driver’s voice pulls your attention back to him. He’s removed his sunglasses and is constantly glancing at you while also watching the road. God, those eyes are unreal.

You turn a bit red as you answer his question. “No, nothing like that.” You don’t feel it’s necessary to mention that you were willingly making out with the guy minutes before he started chasing you. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’re kind of disappointed that it didn’t go further. If he hadn’t turned out to be a violent person that is. You were really into it, really excited. Your panties are still damp!

The man beside you gives you a smile. It’s dazzling. “That’s a relief,” he says, then quickly adds, “I’m sorry if that question made you uncomfortable. It’s just the natural assumption, right? Pretty little angel like you gets attacked by a man in the woods… I thought the worst.”

Your face gets even redder. He just called you pretty! A guy who could easily be a model or a movie star thinks you’re pretty! You force yourself to calm down. You’re still shocked from what happened with Suguru. Your emotions are running wild.

“So did you decide where you want me to take you?” he asks. “I can take you to your place, to the police station, to whatever party you were going to in that costume…”

You suddenly look down, remembering what you’re wearing. Your costume is shredded, showing way more skin than you realized. You wrap your arms around yourself quickly, covering as much as possible.

The man notices, and pulls off to the side of the road. “Here, you can wear my jacket,” he says as he slips it off his shoulders and hands it to you.

You accept it gratefully, pulling it on and snuggling into its softness. It carries the warmth of his body heat and the smell of fancy cologne. “Thank you so much,” you say, looking up at him. With the jacket off, he’s wearing a form-fitting black shirt that emphasizes how well toned his body is. You avert your eyes. What’s going on with you? And why is every man you meet tonight so gosh darn gorgeous?

He’s still parked, waiting for you to decide where to go, not rushing or pressuring you. What a considerate guy!

“I’m sorry for being indecisive,” you tell him. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. And, really, nothing actually happened tonight. He just chased me for a little while. He didn’t even have a weapon. Maybe it was just a Halloween prank.”

The man looks thoughtful, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest. “Could be. People tend to act strange on Halloween night, like they’re living out a horror movie or something.”

“I love horror movies, but I don’t want to live one out,” you say with a small laugh, starting to feel more at ease.

He grins at you. “I love horror movies too,” he says. Then he holds out his hand to you. “I’m Satoru, by the way.”

You take his hand as you tell him your name, and you notice that he holds yours just a few seconds longer than expected, as if his touch is lingering on you.

“I need to get my car,” you say, “but he had my keys. I guess I should call the police so they can escort me back there.”

Satoru turns in his seat to face you. “I can go with you.”

You shake your head frantically. “No! No way! I can’t get you any more involved than you already are! Suguru might be dangerous. What if he hurts you?”

Satoru laughs. “Don’t worry about me!” Then he tilts his head down, crystal eyes peering into yours as a cocky smile spreads over his lips. “I’m strong.”

He says it with such confidence that you automatically believe him. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind,” you say, a little bit breathless.

“Let’s go get your car,” he replies with a smile, pulling back onto the road.

You watch him as he drives, growing more and more enamored with his easy going nature. “You’re like a knight in shining armor,” you blurt out.

He laughs. “Really? You think so?”

You nod, smiling at him. “I can tell, you’re the type to look out for people. And…”

He glances over at you. “Hmm?”

You blush slightly as you go on. “There’s something warm about you. Maybe it’s just your nature. But you make people feel safe.”

His eyes are on your face, lingering for as long as they can before he has to return them to the road. There’s something unfathomable about his expression, something hidden in the endless depths of those oceanic eyes.

“Thanks,” he says. “That’s real sweet of you to say.”

As he drives along, you watch out the window, thinking you might see Suguru or your car. You see neither, but you do spot the side road Suguru directed you to drive on as the van zips past it.

“Oh, you missed it,” you tell Satoru.

He turns his head to look back. “I did? I thought it was further up.”

“No, I’m certain,” you say. “I noticed that Farmer’s Market sign right before I turned off.”

“Okay. I’ll turn and go back.”

Just a little distance away is another side road. Satoru pulls onto it, and after a few minutes you realize he’s had plenty of opportunities to turn around, but hasn’t. You look over at him curiously as the van drives deeper into the woods.

“Sorry,” he says, finally stopping the van. “I was just so sure this was the right road. I should’ve listened to you.”

“It’s okay,” you say with a smile.

But he doesn’t turn, doesn’t even start the van back up. Instead he looks at you with those shimmering eyes. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, but I have to say it. I think you’re really beautiful. Would it be okay… if I kiss you?”

You didn’t expect that. You stare at him for a moment, feeling heat spread over your face. You definitely want to be kissed. You’d enjoyed it so much when Suguru did it, and now another incredibly handsome man wants to kiss you? You can’t believe your luck.

You look at Satoru, at his tall frame, his strong arms, and say, “Okay. But first… can you hug me?”

He blinks, surprised, looking at your blushing face. Then a friendly grin appears on his mouth. “Sure, I can hug you.”

Satoru leans across the seat and wraps both arms around you, pulling you against him and just holding you there. His embrace is gentle, and you savor the feeling of being in his arms. You breathe out a sigh, and after a few moments, you pull away and smile up at him.

“I knew you’d be warm,” you tell him.

There’s an emotion in his beautiful eyes that you can’t comprehend, a flash of something you don’t recognize. Then he kisses you, his mouth hungry on yours, devouring you. His kiss is more aggressive than Suguru’s, more intense. You’re not sure which you like best.

When he pulls away, you’re both breathing hard. “Wanna get in the back of my van?” he asks, and you know exactly what he’s asking. And you know what your answer is. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, why you suddenly want to have sex with him the way you wanted to with Suguru. Maybe it’s some sort of response to the spike of fear and adrenaline you felt earlier. Or maybe you’re just a little bit slutty and didn’t know it.

Regardless, you nod your head, and he opens his door and gets out. You slide over to get out on the driver’s side, but before your stockinged feet can touch the cold ground covered in damp leaves, he pulls you into his arms and carries you bridal style to the back of the van.

“Don’t want you to hurt those cute feet,” he says with a laugh as he shifts your weight long enough to free one hand and open the van’s back doors.

Once you’re both inside, he wastes no time. His hands are moving over you, pulling his jacket off your shoulders, tearing at the already damaged fabric of your top, ripping off your skirt in one yank, leaving only white lace panties. He’s moving a little faster than you’re prepared for, but his touch is so warm and soft, and everything feels so good, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to slow down.

Just as he dips his head to run his tongue over your throat, you hear music. Both of you pause. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as a ringtone. It’s a horror movie theme song, and it’s blaring from Satoru’s pocket.

You giggle at the sound. “Figures the crappy service around here would start working now.”

He grins. “I’ll turn it off. Nothing is more important than this.” He reaches into the pocket of his pants and digs around, trying to cancel the call or turn the sound off. Somehow, in his rush, he drops the phone from his pocket and it clatters to the floor. In the dim lights of the van, the phone’s bright screen lights up like a beacon.

Both of you look down. Clearly displayed on the screen is the notification of a call. The name of the caller? Suguru.

You stare at that name, a million questions running through your brain before, just as before with the empty gas can, the obvious answer springs to the front of your mind. They know each other. This is all some kind of sick game they’re playing with you. And they’re both probably very dangerous. You look up at Satoru. One of his arms is still around your waist. Your half naked body is still pressed against him. Neither of you speak.

Then, all at once, you tear yourself free of him and make a run for the van’s back door. But before you can reach it, he grabs a handful of your hair and jerks you backwards, back into his grasp. The hands that had been so sweet and gentle just moments ago were now rough and violent. You wanted to cry. Why did this keep happening to you? But you had no time for tears. You had to focus on getting away.

You twist in his grip, ignoring the pain in your scalp, and ram your knee into his crotch. He immediately releases you, hissing out a cry of, “Fffffffuuuuuck!”

As you wrench open the door and jump out of the van, you hear his voice screaming, “Got me right in the goddamn dick!”

“Good!” you yell back, the instinct to apologize finally gone. You find yourself running for your life through the woods for the second time tonight, this time clad only in panties, a tattered sheer top, and ripped stockings.

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Satoru rubs his sore dick through his pants, wincing. Now he wants to kill the little angel more than ever. His phone is still ringing, so he reaches down and grabs it, then answers with a sharp, “Fuck you, Suguru!”

He hears his friend’s laughter through the phone. “Hey, you cockblocked me first! I was minutes away from fucking her!”

“Me too,” Satoru says, hopping down out of the back of the van. “Little cunt kicked me in the dick.”

Suguru laughs even harder. Then he seems to compose himself and say, “So what now? She’s not gonna let either of us fuck her now.”

“Fuck the rules,” Satoru grumbles. “I’m gonna split her open like a ripe melon!”

There’s a pause, then Suguru asks, “With your knife or your dick?”

“I don’t know!” Satoru yells, climbing into the driver’s seat while grimacing in pain. “Where are you now? We need to find her before she gets help.”

“Not far from her car. I was watching in case she came back for it. Pick me up?”

“Sure, be there in a sec,” Satoru replies, then ends the call. He finds Suguru beside the road, almost exactly where he picked up the angel.

Suguru is grinning as he climbs into the van. “How’s your dick?”

Satoru spreads his thighs apart in his seat. “Why don’t you check it out for me?”

Suguru’s grin fades and he looks away. “No thanks.”

“We see each other’s dicks all the time, what’s the problem?”

Suguru doesn’t answer him. It’s true that they’ve seen each other’s bodies many times, while pissing in a rest stop bathroom or even by the side of the road while traveling, while using public showers at camp grounds, and even when they’ve accidentally stumbled upon each other fucking a victim.

But those were different, somehow. Satoru’s flirtatious attitude toward Suguru is becoming more pronounced, harder to ignore. And Suguru still isn’t sure if the other man is actually attracted to him or is simply teasing him.

“Hey, look over there,” Suguru says, pointing to a car stopped beside the road.

Satoru sighs. “I’m not picking new targets this late. I still want the angel.”

“No, but they might have seen her. She might be with them now.”

“Oh shit, good idea,” Satoru says. “She’s almost naked now so she’d be impossible not to notice.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow at this, but says nothing as they pull over in front of the stopped car. They both climb out and walk around to find two women dressed in Halloween costumes. One is a “sexy cat” and the other is a “sexy witch”. The witch is holding the cat’s hair back as she vomits into the grass.

“You girls okay?” Satoru asks in his best friendly voice.

The witch looks up at him. There’s a flash of fear in her eyes when she sees two men approaching, and Satoru’s sore cock twitches. He loves that look more than anything. But after she takes a longer look at them, realizing they’re both fucking hot as hell, her expression softens.

“My friend had a little too much to drink,” she says with a laugh. “Otherwise we’re fine.”

“Funny you say that,” Suguru says, stepping closer to her, his voice smooth and delicious. “We’re looking for our friend who had way too much to drink. She stripped off half her clothes and ran off in a daze.”

Satoru throws an arm around Suguru, the closeness of their faces making the witch stare at them. “You haven’t seen a half naked angel running around, have you?”

The witch hesitates, as if she can’t focus on the question. “Uh… no. Haven’t seen her.”

The cat stands up straight and wipes her mouth. When she looks at the two men, she grins broadly. “Wow, who are these hotties?” she asks, her words slightly slurred.

Suguru smiles at her. “We’re just looking for our drunk friend.”

The cat stumbles over to him. “I can be your drunk friend.”

Satoru pulls away from Suguru and steps closer to the witch. “Are you guys alright to drive? We could give you a lift.”

The witch is staring at him, at his eyes. There’s a hitch in her breath. She wants him. Of course she does. She pushes a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear as she says, “We might need a lift. I could use some help with her.”

A few feet away, the cat is all over Suguru, giggling and babbling. “Hey,” she says in her drunken voice, “wanna fuck me?”

Suguru smiles at her. “Ordinarily, I’d say yes, but tonight I’m in a hurry, so I’ll have to pass.”

With that, he pulls a blade from his pocket and, in one swift motion, cuts the cat’s throat. She turns away from him, toward her friend, as blood spills down the front of her body. She’s gurgling and stumbling forward a few steps until she collapses at the witch’s feet.

For her part, the witch seems frozen in shock. Her eyes are wide with horror and her pretty plump lips are open in a soundless scream. Then her terrified eyes shift to Satoru. “Please… please don’t kill me,” she cries, starting to back away from him slowly. “I’ll do anything you ask!”

Suguru tosses his blade to Satoru, who catches it deftly. He holds the blood-covered tip of it to his chin. “That’s really tempting. And on any other night, I’d love to fuck a cutie like you before ripping your guts out. But like my buddy said, we’re in a hurry.”

The witch has backed several steps away now, and is shaking her head back and forth, tears running down her face. “No, please!”

She backs right into Suguru, who grabs hold of her arms and holds her in place. He looks at Satoru, and there’s heat in his expression, his eyes shining with anticipation as Satoru gets closer.

The two men look at each other instead of their screaming victim as Satoru slices open her abdomen, horizontally. There’s a wet plopping sound as the witch’s entrails spill out of her wound and hit the ground. The witch screams for a few minutes longer as her body dies, some of her blood splashing onto Satoru’s clothes and face. Suguru stares at it, mesmerized, then drops the witch, letting her fall face-first into a pile of her own guts.

For a brief moment, Satoru thinks Suguru might kiss him. But then Suguru takes his blade back from Satoru’s hand and returns it to his pocket. He walks back toward the van, stepping over the fallen cat, as he says, “Let’s go find our angel.”

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starsomens · 23 days

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Okay but CEO Noah who comes home after a long day at work and you guys just hang out and like take a bath together and cuddle in bed and it’s all just so fluffy and intimate and complete opposite of him at work and I-

I really need to work on portraying someone who’s like mean and intimidating…HERE WE GO

at work…

first off a small tour here is the (left) meet room and (right) his personal office

2 or the scariest place in his building if you’re an employee 😃

You’re either in his office because he did something right and he just needs to follow up or you did something wrong and this is most likely your last day. He has only given one employee another chance after they fucked up, but after that, he basically never did it again.

Now in the meeting room,

Any kind of big changes, or issues are spoken of here now you know what usually doesn’t let these things get to him, but there were a few occasions where things started to go downhill pretty fast and he was pretty pissed off because he had an entire team to take care of this!

May seem like money and luxury, money, is usually what comes to peoples minds when they see or think of Mr. Noah Sebastian.

However, once he’s out of the office and he steps into his car to go home, he immediately calls you and tells you he’s on his way home

Sometimes he really thought of all of this was worth the migraines. He’d get every now and then. However he did over the years to deal with it and let it get to him, at least in the moment.

What was scary about Noah is that you couldn’t tell if he was upset or not. And if you are wondering, yes, he does hit his employees with the good old, I’m not angry just disappointed. Because it’s true the reason he gets disappointed is because he hired his employees to do tasks and specific jobs and if they don’t meet those requirements, why the hell did he hire them??

I said before this job can be very stressful. Some nights spent an extra four hours at work just to get some things covered other nights instead of going straight home to go to an event after Or to a business to talk about agreements

When there are days when things go in order or he at least didn’t have to stay extra hours after work, he got to go home. It was the best part of his day for you to hug him and give him a kiss to make of the melt.

This man kind of becomes a baby because he really does try to take the fastest way home so that he can be in your arms sooner

Now he used to live in a condo and had a shower and after you guys moved in together He made sure to find another place with a bathtub in it. Why? Nothing like being in a nice warm bath with you.

He has two glasses of champagne set up, some chocolates and yes, he always puts fresh flowers on the sink mostly for you. You guys will stay there until the bathwater gets cold.

Afterwards, go to do your skin care while you talk about your day. Now, why was this relaxing to Noah ? hearing day was a lot more relaxing than thinking about his

While you’re putting on his sheet mask, he tell him how it’s gonna help him reduce the final lines of his stressful day and he can’t help with smile at you with how much love and care you put in his skin

You give him his multivitamin as well and make sure you drink water

While your masks sit you guys put on a bad reality TV show and enjoy yourselves with a nice bowl of your favorite snack

Billionaire CEO Sebastian likes to watch bad reality TV with his wife. And if he was honest, he quite enjoyed it.

When you guys sat together together, he made sure to have you either in his lap or between his legs where you can just relax and rest.

One of the more soothing things that he loved about this was that he can feel when you’re breathing slows down and you had fallen asleep. You were honestly source of distressing for him. Just your presence made him feel so much more calm once he felt like he didn’t have an entire entire company on his shoulders.

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ithinkabouttzu · 9 months

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easy company when they’re jealous?

BoB reaction to being jealous

genre: romance; angst

warnings: kissing; fighting; jealousy

*****Scenerio: A guy flirting with you at the bar*****

Dick Winters: Okay so I think that he would try to be not let it show. He’s very quiet about it, but you could tell that he was getting a little annoyed. And I mean, it takes a lot for him to get jealous, just because he’s just so comfortable in his own relationship and he’s not worried you’ll cheat or do something like that to him. So it’s kind of surprising when he comes to you and tells you that he doesn’t like a certain guy talking to you.

Lewis Nixon: You can tell almost immediately if he’s jealous. The way he’s rolling his eyes, or the snarky jokes he’s making, the way he grabs onto the back of your waist extra tight when he sees anybody making moves towards you. He can be pretty possessive, but it’s only if someone is really trying to flirt with you. It really ticks him off if someone tries flirting with you right in front of him, like the nerve omg.

Carwood Lipton: He gets more disappointed then jealous, even though you don’t realize that you’re being flirted with, he still just wished you could see that that person is totally checking you out. He doesn’t disrupt your conversation though and waits until after you guys are somewhere private to tell you how he didn’t like the way they were talking to you.

Joe Toye: Oh he doesn’t hide it at ALL, he’s going to be mad about it point blank, period. It’s kinda hot though, the way his jaw is fully clenched, and how his eyes are low with anger. He would come up to you and immediately just interrupt the conversation by pulling you into a deep kiss, completely ignoring the guy right in front of you. He gets the idea that you guys are together and walks off afterwards.

Joe Liebgott: He says something to the guy almost immediately. “Will you quit annoying my girl, she doesn’t wanna talk to you” He’d say coldly, taking you away from that creep and into his lap on the other side of the room. He gets so possessive for the rest of the night. His hands on you at all times, constantly kissing and touching you, whispering into your ear how you’re his and only his.

Bill Guarnere: He’s gets angry jealous, like he’s 🤏🏽 close to taking that guy and beating the fuck out of him. Comes up to y’all’s conversation and introduces himself as your boyfriend. “I’m her boyfriend, do you need something?” He’d be so mean about it 😭 just taking you away from that guy, when you ask him why he did it, he’d just reply back, “You’re mine”

George Luz: He gets pouty at first, cause like why are you giving this guy the time and energy? He’s the jealous type and he’s not afraid to show it at all. He’s super petty about it. Like mocking the guy after he said something super cheesy, and getting a slap on the arm in return by you. He gets very touchy though, clinging to your arm the whole time. You have to remind him that you only have eyes for him the rest of the night :(

Bull Randleman: When he sees a guy talking to you, he doesn’t mind at first, he rarely gets jealous and he’s pretty secure in y’all’s relationship. But later that night when that same guy asks you to dance and you say yes, he can feel a hint of anger build up in his chest. He doesn’t want to pull you away from everyone but he hates to see you dance with another man. At the end of the night when you guys head home, he’s quiet but you can tell something’s wrong, you guys talk it out and you make it up to him with some good cuddles.

Eugene Roe: He’s usually more sad then jealous, he feels like you’re almost being pulled away from him when he sees you laughing at some guys horrible attempt at a pick-up line. He keeps it quiet and doesn’t say anything until after you guys leave. Then he tells you how much he loves you, and would hate to see you with anyone else. He’s so cute about it that you end up getting mad at yourself abt it.

Floyd Talbert: He straight up walks up the the guy and tells him to leave you alone. He makes sure not to leave you either, for the rest of the night, he’s on you completely, holding your hand, caressing your body. It kinda turns him on ngl, seeing another boy sulk for you when he can have you all he wants, by the end of the night he wants nothing more than to show you how much you are his.

Skip Muck: He keeps his eyes on you all night, making sure that the guy isn’t getting too out of hand. He’s very subtle about his jealousy and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he just watches you guys closely, until the guy flirting with you starts saying some inappropriate stuff to you, making you uncomfortable. When he hears that he probably goes after the guys, throwing punches before even thinking. Let’s just say you guys have to leave earlier then everyone else 😭

Don Malarkey: If looks could kill, then the guy trying to talk to you would be straight dead. He cannot stand to hear you laugh at anymore of this guys jokes, so he simply takes you away from him, excusing you guys to the bathroom. Where he then tells you how he doesn’t like how that guy was talking to you back there. Followed by a quick make out session bc jealous mal is so hot.

Babe Heffron: Balls his fists up and threatens to go over there and beat him up 💀He doesn’t really know what to do, I mean he doesn’t know whether he should be calm and talk to you about it, or throw his fist at that douchebag. Finally he decides to just walk over to you guys and see what’s being said. “You look really nice tonight, y/n” The guy says, and before you know it, your boyfriend is having to be dragged out of the place for getting into a bar fight.

Shifty Powers: He gets extra quiet when he’s jealous. Like he can’t speak at all, just the thought of another guy stealing you away from him makes him go completely silent. You notice it and ask him what’s wrong, all he can say back is that he loves you and he would hate to see you go with another guy. It’s honestly so heart warming that you feel bad for making him even feel that way.

Frank Perconte: He gets so sassy the whole time, correcting the guy on every little thing he says, making him seem like a total idiot. He also gets pretty handsy. Holding and touching your body almost constantly. He cannot stand to be away from you for the rest of the night.

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puppyspiral · 2 years

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mentor

clark kent x fem!reader smut

word count: 3,423 erm.. went a little crazy !

summary: you ask the hot, older guy at your office for a little extra help.

warnings/other things: nsfw, AGE GAP. LIKE. A LARGE ONE., piv sex, protected sex, clark is a surprisingly dirty talker!, it’s sort of rushed into, pwp basically... like the plot is There but not really, such a slow leadup im so sorry LMAO

a/n: THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE!!! ive been binging the flash all night and just writing this its been great tbh

Clark Kent. That was the name of the guy in your new office that you had a crush on. So what if he was older than you? A lot older.

You were the new recruit, still clumsily following Clark around, having no clue what you were doing. That was all just an act, though. Your current plan was to “Can you show me how to do layouts again?” into his pants.

You were currently thinking about how you could further his affection for you, when you heard a voice say, “Hey.”

It was Clark, and he had his hand on your back. An excited shiver went through you, and you tilted your head back to look at him. “Yeah?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Have you gotten lunch yet?” And his hand was lingering.

You shook your head, and all he gave you was a simple nod.

“Well, I wanna talk with you. Join me for lunch?” He smiled and your heart almost leapt out of your chest.

“Yeah, sure,” You said, returning his smile. His hand left its place in between your shoulder blades and you stood up from your desk.

You grabbed your bag and Clark motioned with his head towards the front door of the office. He started walking and you followed him, because you would follow him anywhere.

He led you to a small cafe that you had no idea was near the office, and as you went to pay after the two of you ordered, he stopped you, offering his card to the worker at the counter.

“I can pay for it,” You began, slightly embarrassed.

He shook his head and smiled at you, “Nope, it’s my treat.”

You shrugged, “I’ll take you out one day, and then I’ll pay.”

He laughed as you walked to a table next to the window, “Sure.”

The two of you sat down, and a half concerned, half disappointed look crossed his face. “Look, I need to talk with you. About work.”

You cocked your head to the side, “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not exactly,” He said with a small chuckle.

You frowned, “Then what exactly is there to talk about?”

“Listen, [Y/N], you’re smart. I know you’re smart, I see the way that you like to take charge when you know exactly how a story should be told. And yet, I still see you act clumsily. But, it’s like, you’re doing it on purpose,” He said it all very quickly, and yet the only thing you could think of was how in Mean Girls, Cady pretends to be bad at math to get Aaron to tutor her. And that’s exactly what you were doing.

You chuckled nervously, “I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”

He placed his hand over yours and said, “I just wish you’d tell me why.”

And he looked so concerned that it was hot. “Well, maybe, it’s because… I like you, Clark.”

You watched as his eyes widened, and his hand twitched a little on yours before he took it back. “Oh, um, thank you? I like working with you, too.”

You laughed, “You know damn well that’s not what I meant.”

He was blushing, and it was kind of cute. “Look, I appreciate it, but I don’t really reciprocate. And I think I might be a little too old for you.”

You shrugged, “I figured as much. It doesn’t bother me.”

Clark just stared at you for a second, then he knitted his brows. “Are you sure? Most girls are, y’know, bothered by that.”

“But I’m not most girls, am I, Clark?”

“No, you’re really not,” He replied with a sigh.

Then the rest of the lunch was awkward, the two of you barely talking as you got your food, and Clark ended up rushing out after seeing something on his phone, saying he had to take care of something.

You walked back to the office, sort of sad that your spur of the moment confession hadn’t exactly gone as planned. But, it was whatever. It’s not like Clark Kent, star reporter at the Daily Planet, would ever give you, the girl who was still designated as the “newbie,” a chance.

Then a couple weeks went by, and you couldn’t help but notice the fact that Clark seemed to be around you more. It was almost as if whatever excuse he could come up with to be near you, but maybe that was just a hopeful observation.

Then he pulled you aside after work, and it was raining, and he was staring at you with the prettiest gaze you had ever seen. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” He said huskily, and the rain almost drowned him out.

“Really? Or are you just fucking with me,” You whispered, and he frowned a little.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and kissed you, and you kissed him back. “Finally,” You breathed once the two of you pulled away.

“Come home with me?” He asked sweetly, and your mouth curled up into a smile.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And he took you home in his car, and to you it felt a lot like Style by Taylor Swift.

His hand made it’s way onto your knee, and it skirted up to your leg, resting on your inner thigh. You sighed, almost dreamily but mostly excitedly, and kept your eyes on the road ahead.

You got back to his apartment and he pressed you against the door, kissing you roughly. “Clark,” You moaned in between kisses, and you were surprised at his sudden harshness.

His face flushed and he said, “Sorry, I’ve just been wanting to do that for a while now. I guess I just haven’t really realized it… until recently.”

“That is so fucking hot,” You said softly and with little hesitation.

He gave you a smile that looked almost confused and said, “Thank you? I appreciate it, sweetheart.”

And the nickname sent a shock of pleasure all the way through you, and your knees went a little weak, so you steadied yourself on his biceps.

“Whoa there, you okay?” He asked, a concerned look practically leaping onto his face.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss with you. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, and the only thing you could thing of was that you had no idea he could be this sexy.

You hopped up and wrapped your legs around his torso, and your heat rubbed against his growing erection, and God, he felt so big.

He broke the kiss and placed his surprisingly strong hands on your thighs and carried you into his bedroom, placing you on his bed, kissing you again.

His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth for him to slip his tongue in. He did, and his tongue felt so good against yours, and the two of you moved whilst kissing so that he was laid on the bed and you were straddling his waist.

You moaned into his lips, grinding your hips into his, and it felt so good against your clothed pussy.

He stopped kissing you for a moment and asked, “Are you gonna let me fuck you, or are you just gonna cum from dry humping my cock?”

That was probably the hottest thing a guy has ever said to you, and you’ve dated quite a few guys. “Fuck me. Pretty please,” You replied, and you kissed his neck, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

He gasped slightly and then said, “Shit, um, don’t take my shirt off. Yet. In a minute. I will be right back.” He moved you off of him and stumbled into his bathroom.

He was a few minutes, and you almost contemplated slipping a hand into your underwear, and helping yourself out a little bit, but then he came back out. His hair was a little messier, and his glasses were askew. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned, and his collar was half up, half down. His shirt was also untucked, and it was definitely tucked in before. He was still hard, though, and you couldn’t help but find yourself staring at his boner.

“Sorry, I, um. Had a weird shirt on. Underneath my work shirt. I didn’t want you to see it,” He said the last part softly, and you laughed.

“Come here, you idiot,” You said, smiling, and you held your arms out for him to come to you.

His face split into a grin and he crossed the room to you, placing his hands on your waist, and kissing you yet again. His kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline and to your neck, and he slowly unbuttoned your shirt, leaving soft bite marks on your neck as he did so. He slid your shirt down your arms, and the sleeves pooled around your wrists, the hem of the shirt still tucked into your pencil skirt.

He kissed your collarbones, licking at the divet made from the bone. He kissed the plump flesh of your breasts, and his hands traveled from your waist to your chest, him pressing your boobs together as he bit and sucked on the supple flesh. He looked up at you and asked, “Do you always wear such sexy underwear to work?”

You blushed and looked at what you were wearing, a dark red and lacy bra. “I haven’t… done my laundry in a bit, these were all that were left,” You said, embarrassedly.

He hummed, “I think you’re just a little attention slut. Wearing it, thinking to yourself ‘what if someone sees?’”

The words themselves made a whimper escape your lips, and then you laughed a little. “Didn’t know someone as old as you had such a filthy mouth.”

“I’m, like, thirty-eight. I’m not ancient”

“And I’m twenty-three.”

“This is almost wrong then, isn’t it?” He asked, but it wasn’t in a concerned way, it was like he was excited by the prospect of doing something bad.

“Only if you want it to be,” You said, and by this time he was kneeling. You placed a finger under his chin and tilted it up slightly.

He smirked, “I think I do want it to be.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” You replied, and he went back to kissing your breasts. His hands reached around to your back, and he unclipped your bra. The straps fell down your shoulders, and his hands were back to the front of you, taking your shirt off all the way, and sliding your bra all the way down your arms, and he discarded it onto the floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He murmured before licking at your nipples, and he lightly bit down on one. The feeling elicited a gasp from you, and you placed your hand on his head, fingers curling into his hair.

He chuckled a little, licking over where he bit you, and he used his other hand to pinch your free nipple, and you squirmed at the feeling.

He moved on from your breasts, kissing his way down your stomach, and stopped at the waistband of your skirt. He stood up, and gently pushed you down into the mattress. He placed his forearm on one side of his bead to steady himself, and used his other hand to unzip your skirt, and pull it down your waist.

He moved from on top of you and slid your skirt all the way off your legs, and kissed his way back up your legs. Stopping at your underwear, he looked up at you with an almost innocent gaze. “You really are slutty, you know? Matching bra and panties, it’s almost like you knew this was going to happen today.”

Your face burned in embarrassment as you sat up. “I already told you why I’m wearing these!”

He laughed, “No need to get feisty.” He hooked his teeth into your panties, and you lifted your ass slightly so he could pull them off of you. He did, and now you fetl sort of awkward, because he was still fully clothed.

“Clark. Let me take your clothes off,” You said as he looked at you sweetly.

“Whatever you want, doll,” He replied, and he sat next to you on the bed. You smiled as you straddled his waist again and began to unbutton his shirt. You took his shirt fully off and slid off his waist, beginning to unzip his pants. You pulled them off of his legs, along with his socks and shoes.

A smirk crossed your face at the sight of his erection through his boxers. You kissed him and placed a hand on the front of his boxers, moving your hand slowly up and down. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” He murmured in between your kisses, and you smiled.

“Then do it, Mr. Kent,” You replied, and your hand snuck into his boxers, connecting with his fully hardened cock.

He hastily pulled his underwear off, and when you saw the full size of his cock, your eyes widened. You knew he was big, but holy shit. The two of you moved swiftly so that he was sitting against the headboard, and you were sitting on his torso.

He looked like he was about ready to fuck you until you couldn’t walk when a look of realization crossed his face. He reached over to his nightstand, rummaged around in the drawer for a second, and pulled out a condom.

You frowned, “Seriously?”

He shrugged, “We haven’t even been on a date yet. And how sad would it be if a senior reporter at the Daily Planet knocked up one of the newbies?”

You scoffed, “Shut up.” But you still got off of him for a moment and watched as he ripped the condom open with his teeth and then slowly slid it onto his dick.

As soon as he was done, you took your place back on his torso, and he smiled at you. “C’mon sweetheart, ready for the ride of your life?”

“That’s such a shitty thing to say,” You said with a laugh. But still, you lifted yourself up and carefully wrapped your hand around his cock. You aligned your pussy with the tip of his dick and took a short breath before lowering yourself onto it.

You bit your bottom lip as you sunk his cock deeper into you until you were at the very end of it. You let out a short little sigh and then looked at Clark.

He looked absolutely mesmerized by you. His cheeks were flushed a beautiful deep pink, and his curly black hair was ruffled, probably from your hand earlier. His glasses were slightly fogged, which you found adorable. You moved your arms up to his face and gently removed his glasses from his face, setting them on the nightstand.

You groaned a little and wiggled your hips on his cock, and a short and breathy moan left his lips.

You smiled and lifted your hips, then dropped them back down and a moan left your lips at the feeling of him slamming inside you.

He grumbled something you didn’t quite here, and you gave him a confused look. “What, does it not feel good?”

His eyes widened a bit, “No, no, it’s great, it’s just… I don’t like this position all that much.”

Your face broke into a grin and you started laughing, but the movement from your laughter caused him to move inside of you slightly, and a short whimper came out of you at the feeling. You coughed a little and asked, “Well, what position do you like, sweetheart?”

“Better if I show you,” He said softly, and he lifted you off of his dick with surprising ease, and sat you on the other side of the bed. “Turn over and lay on your stomach,” He directed, and you did as he told.

There was a shift in weight on the bed as he placed his knees on either side of you. His hands reached under you and he made it so that your ass was in the air and your head was in the pillows.

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance and part of you thought he was going to go slow, but that was thrown out the window as he slammed himself into you. A yelp left your lips at the feeling of him so quickly filling you up.

And he found a rhythm of pushing and pulling in and out of, and it felt so fucking good.

“Mmh, Clark,” You moaned softly, and you turned your head on the pillow so that you could look at him. He saw your gaze and flashed you a smile, his hand making it’s way up to yours.

He placed his large and gentle hand over yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave your hand a slight squeeze.

You wanted to say something, call him sappy or something equally as stupid, but all you could think about was not getting your brains fucked out, because he was so deep inside of you, his pace not seeming to slow down. He had one hand on your waist, holding you steady, and he had begun to place kisses on your back and shoulderblades, even softly biting your neck at points. And all you could do was make pretty noises and say his name as if you were drunk.

“Does it feel good, pretty girl?” He asked sweetly and lowly into your ear.

You nodded, “Yeah- yes, God, yes.” The words stumbled out of your mouth, and at this point you could feel yourself cry a little.

He just hummed a little bit, and you let out a ragged breath. “C’mon, princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, and his thumb gently rubbed over yours.

Your breathing grew heavy as you felt the knot in the bottom of your stomach tighten, and his words were definitely helping you reach your orgasm.

You heard a small groan come from Clark and then he said, “You got so tight.”

You smirked a little and said, “Your fault.”

And those words must’ve sparked something in him because he pulled out of you and flipped you over, kissing you roughly. He pushed himself back inside of you, and he bit down sharply on your collarbone. His hand moved down to your cunt, and his fingers gently connected with your clit, and a sharp whimper escaped your lips at the feeling.

He pulled away from the kiss and scoffed, “That feel good, honey?”

“Mhmm,” You hummed, but you were mostly focused on the fact that he wasn’t moving, and you tried to move your hips against him.

He looked at you, and his mouth curled up into a smile. He slowly pulled himself out of you and then slammed back in. He rubbed your clit as he thrusted into you, and your back arched off the mattress as pleasure wracked through you.

His free hand went up to yours, lacing your fingers together again.

A sharp moan escaped your lips and you said quickly, “I’m gonna cum, Clark, please.”

“Mhmm, cum for me princess, you’re doing so good,” He murmured, kissing your neck sweetly as he continued to thrust into you.

A soft and low moan escaped his lips, and his hand squeezed yours.

You heard his breathing grow labored and his eyes clouded with concentration.

Your vision went slightly blurry and you felt your insides tighten, “I’m cumming, Clark, I’m cumming.”

He was practically whimpering, “Me too, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.”

You couldn’t really see anything when you finally came, and you felt the condom fill inside of you.

He sighed and pulled out of you, peeling the condom off of his cock, tying it, and throwing it into a small trashcan near his bed. He laid down next to you, eyes focused on the ceiling.

You came out of your state of bliss after a few moments, your breathing finally slowing down, and you turned to look at him.

He looked at you and smiled. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.

“So, Friday at eight?” You asked, smiling at him.

His smile seemed to grow wider, “Definitely.” He kissed you on the temple, and the two of you fell asleep soon after he reached over you to turn the lamp on his bedside table off.

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jinkookspencil · 1 year

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hi! ive read your one two drop jjk!! what if y/n actually kind of like you know scary thing. like all the rides are actually fun but the thing is she doesn’t have a friend who want to do this with her so then jk is there ehhehe

shall we? | jjk

with no one to go on all the rides with, your friend encourages you to take a bold decision at a theme park...

description/tw/tags: ~1.9k words / jungkook x (f) reader / one-shot drabble / fluff / meet-cute / no warnings except swearing / feat jimin it made most sense to give them both a friend / happy, laughing jk!! i saw his recent weverse post and my heart hurts for him - i wish him nothing but happy happy days :( / i hope this is what you meant, anon, and i really hope you like it!!! thank you so much for requesting and for reading one two drop! / sorry for calling jk the bigger boy and jimin the shorter one - i'm kinda short myself so i didn't mean it in a teasing way! / ahhh idk how i feel about this one idk if i love it but i hope you like it anon / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated!💗

There were many unspoken rules in life. Don’t propose at someone else’s wedding. Let people get off the elevator before you get in. Always pour in the milk after the cereal…

And, when planning an outing to a theme park, let your friend know whether you are a ride person or not.

Ki, your only friend at university, showed nothing but excitement when you suggested going to the theme park over the weekend. It was only natural that you expected her to be down to go on the rides with you… but when you see her in a flowy pink dress, white lace-up boots, and a beret, you quickly realize that that wasn’t the case.

“Looking very cute. But how are you going to go on any rides in that?” you question the moment you spot her by the park’s entrance, ignoring the fact that you'd coincidentally perfectly coordinated, considering your lavender jumpsuit.

“Who said anything about rides? There’s that new Sanrio pop-up with all the photo ops. I thought that’s why you suggested it.”

“I meant that as a bonus, Ki. So, what, are we gonna come back for the rides another day then?”

“Well… we can come back for something else. I hate rides, bestie, so you’ll have to go alone.”

“Oh, come on,” you pout, stopping dead in your tracks. “Just one ride.”

“They make me nauseous, boo. Even the kiddie ones. Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you, huh?”

“You guess?” you resign, briefly forgetting your disappointment until it actually sinks in during your walk around the park, when all you could do is merely look at all the rides after snapping photos at every single Sanrio-themed spot.

“I hate you for not telling me,” you utter beneath your breath, the roar of a passing rollercoaster cart right afterward only emphasizing your frustration.

“I said I was sorry! You can go alone, you know? I’ll wait.”

“What fun is that?” you sulk. “You, as my one friend, outweigh every other person I’ve ever known in my life in every regard but this…. I’ve never hated you until today, boo, because you and I both know I can’t just ask someone else.”

“Wait, no…. you can! Just do that!” she suggests excitedly, stopping.

“Do what?”

“Just… ask someone else. A stranger. I mean…. it’ll be very easy to find someone willing to go on a ride… you know, at a theme park. Would that be weird? If you just went up to someone and asked them?”

“It would definitely be weird, you freakish extrovert. Who’d do that?"

"Us? What difference does it make, whether it's a ride or a dance at a club? I know you've only just begun understanding my ways and finally tried approaching men at clubs, but... there's really no difference."

"It is different. A theme park is like... a date place. It's not just a dance."

"Well, both instances can involve a ride," she winks, laughing as you roll your eyes.

"I'd never go with a stranger anyways. There's no excitement there. Unless it was with a hot guy,” you joke.

“… And I’m sure a guy would be just as happy to go on a ride with a hot girl, too, boo.”

Ki goes on, seeing your eyes widen.

“If a hot guy came up to you and asked you, would you say yes?”

“Depends how hot…” you tease, “but yeah, I think I would. Why not?”

“Exactly! ‘Why not?’… Aren’t adventurous types your thing? Be it for a change. Think about it: if you’d say yes, why can’t it work the other way around? Provided he isn’t scared or prone to motion sickness like me…. Why would a single, fun guy refuse to go on a ride with a hot girl? And you’re a gorgeous girl who is usually sunshine in human form..... except for the last dreadful, moping hour. I’m sick of it. Find a hot guy, a ride, and get out of this funk already.” Ki’s eyes light up at her own suggestion. For the first time in her life… she might’ve been on to something….

“I just pick a guy? At random?”

“What do you have to lose?”

Finding someone in a sea full of teenagers and couples took longer than usual. Waiting around ride exits, entrances, and photo kiosks were all futile attempts at your now lame mission. that you’d huffed your way to the pretzel stand. You might as well eat something sweet and fluffy if you couldn’t find a guy you could describe with those words… You were a step away from cinnamony, twisty goodness when two figures whizz between you and the pretzel stand.

“YA! Jimin-hyung! You have to!” you hear, your eyes fixated on the chase unfolding in front of you when you realize it wasn’t a chase between two children but rather two grown men.

“Exactly! I am your hyung! Stop making me do this shit, or the next time, I’ll throw up on you,” the smaller man responds, darting ahead of the larger one, the both of them running loops around the pretzel stand until the shorter one jumps over a nearby bench, hiding behind it. "I know you're fucking strong enough to lift me and force me into doing it, so for God's sake, just stop, Jungkook-ah. I'll let you talk to me informally for a whole month if you don't make me do this."

The bigger man yields, stopping, seemingly to catch his breath, only to burst into a fit of laughter instead when the smaller one marches over to him, playfully hitting him with a plushie and scolding him between his low giggles as well. The few people gathered around had looked away at that point, brushing it off once they’d realized it wasn’t an actual fight… except for you.

You couldn’t. The sound tugged at your heartstrings. That loud, unstoppable, joyous laugh unlike any you’d ever heard in your entire life. And now that the taller man stood still and you could finally take a good look at him. He was big, which you’d noticed immediately, with a frog-eyed headband that somehow stayed on his head throughout the chase, adorning his long locks. Laughing heartily, almost out of breath, the shorter man beside him jokingly punched at his huge muscles… which were decorated with a vibrant collage of tattoos.

Ki gasps right beside you. “Oh, isn’t he so your ty-”

“He is. He really fucking is….” you whisper, in awe of the huge man with the frog-eyed headband.

“Look, it’ll end in one of two ways - you either will or won’t go on a ride with... the man of your dreams. He’s the hottest guy we’ve seen so far, and… tattooed, jacked... A man but happy like a kid... Damn, is he your type… You can’t pass this up. Still, if he turns out to be an idiot and says no, just look for another one. There are thousands of people here, and his friend is really cute too. Maybe even better, actually, damn.”

The man was still laughing. It was adorable.

“No, no… I want the smiley boy who can’t stop laughing… The one with the stuffed animal in his hands and that cute little matching headband. And the camera strap around his neck. The happy boy, boo. You know I like happy boys.… He's per- I… I want him.”

“I can see it in your eyes, freak. But remember, he's just a man. No difference between him and the others... even though he really does look custom-made for you.”

Frozen in your spot, you watch the man’s laugh fade away into a wide, bunny-toothed smile. Good God.

“Go. Go, boo. Now.”

Ki, ever the flirt, does what she always does whenever either of you spots someone you might be interested in - pushing you slightly until you’ve no choice but to reach her planned destination for you. Turning back was never an option. You knew better - if you attempted it, she’d just drag you back herself. A mere couple of steps away, the reflexed confidence you’d felt bubbling up from similar nights she encouraged you quickly fades away when the man is right in front of you. Though you’d only been a short distance away, he was bigger, happier, louder, and much more attractive up close. He wasn't the most attractive man you'd seen that day but... in your entire life. And when he blinks in your direction, noticing your sudden presence, you finally come back to Earth.

“Hi. Uhm, hello. This is a bit weird, but would you like to go on this rollercoaster with me?” you ask in a rush, gesturing to the attraction right behind him. “I’m here with a friend who doesn’t like rides and…”

The man’s wide smile remained on his face. It was hard not to get distracted.

“…and I thought I’d ask someone who seemed fun, unlike her.”

“What made you think I was fun?” he asks, his tone serious, despite the smile on his face.

“Well… you're standing right in front of the ride, and that little chase you guys did. It was funny.... and cute.”

“Cute?” he asks, his eyebrows raised in shock. If you weren't mistaken, somehow, his smile grew even wider.

“Yeah,” you reply, sure your expression matched his. With a reaction like that... He was either down for it or would reject you kindly... What did you have to lose? "Yeah, cute."

“How did you know he’s not afraid?” his friend interrupted. You’d forgotten the shorter man’s entire existence.

“Oh well, I assumed. Hot guys aren’t afraid of rides.” It was a weird theory you held, in line with your type and your own dating and crush history. You almost regret blurting it out, but it only sends the man into another laughing fit while his friend glared at the both of you.

“Thank you… Thank you for that - he was getting a little too confident,” the tattooed man laughs.

“For the record - I don’t hate all rides, just heights. He forced me to go on that drop ride. I feel sick, and he wants me to go on another one! That’s why... that stupid chase and that ridiculous laugh of his. He’s laughing at his friend’s misery if that’s your definition of ‘fun’ too.”

“Oh, sorry. I meant no disrespect,” you laugh, seeing the shorter man angrily and adorably all riled up.

“No, don’t worry, we know,” the hot guy adds, wiping tears of laughter away from his face, and luckily, the shorter man concurs, waving it off with a smile.

"So I hear you wanted to go on that ride too?" you ask.

“I’d… I’d love to,” the man states. Now that he’s composed himself, you could make out the rosiness in his cheeks - the happy crinkles by his eyes remained. “I’d really love to go with you. God knows I need someone cool too.” He side-eyes his friend at the comment, fiddling with the stuffed frog toy in his hands before continuing. “But hyung's cowardice is not the only reason I want to... Maybe I’ll win you one of these too later?”

The shorter man rolls his eyes, playfully punching the stuffed frog. “You have a name, tough guy?”

“Oh, sorry,” the man replies, outstretching his hand when he finally looks back at you with that same sweet smile. “My name is Jungkook.” You shake his hand and introduce yourself, noticing how nice his also tattooed hand felt…

“And I’m Jimin,” the shorter man says snarkily before continuing on. “Didn’t you say you were here with a friend? Can we hang out and gossip about you while you both go on that death trap? It’ll be nice to hang out with a sane person. I promise we’ll pray for your survival too.”

“Yeah, she’s here, but… I don’t spot her. Let me text her.”

[to: ki-ttycat]: hoe where are you? hot guy is up for it. going now!!!! but his friend is here and wants to hang out with you.

[from: ki-ttycat] are you fr?? the cutie? omgggggggggggggg running.

[from: ki-ttycat] go go have fun make sure to ride him too later.

“She’s coming,” you say with a giggle, pointing towards Ki, who you spot darting towards you with a fresh bucket of popcorn in her hands.

“Oh wow,” Jimin says under his breath when he spots her. “Go, you two. I’m done with Jungkook, that’s for sure. Y/N, you take care. The both of you. Go on all the rides if you want. We - hopefully - won’t be waiting.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes before looking back at you with a smile.

“Shall we?”

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A brief defense of a Boss & a Babe

So I’ve never added commentary like this before (usually prefer to sit back and enjoy the hot takes 🔥 & analyses from those much more informed & eloquent), but from what I’ve seen the consensus is ABAB is at the least disappointing and at the most infuriating. And I won’t lie I didn’t vibe with the first episode. But I’ve now watched the second and I’ve got thoughts (and feelings). To preface I had very little expectations going in. This is my first ForceBook experience & I didn’t really care for the premise or trailer, but thought I’d give it a try. And it’s not only more entertaining than I expected, but also kinda…deep? In this essay i wil-

Just kidding I’m def going to bullet point this ish. Plz forgive my awful formatting idk what I’m doing

Boss is relatable. I read him as introverted and depressed (maybe from a break up and/or homophobic trauma?). It’s already hard to make friends as an adult when you’re introverted so I can only imagine how hard it is to make friends with coworkers who are clearly trying to keep their distance from you. My guy is lonely. Especially when they’re telling the new guy how cold & distant you are. My head cannon is nobody in the office is a reliable narrator because no one has bothered to GET TO KNOW boss/gun.

I didn’t like Cher at first because I read him as a silly kinda ditzy character, but I was wrong. I kinda love that he’s not afraid to show his concern for boss because that’s exactly what boss needs. Someone to cross the professional line and say “hey I know you’re not ok and I wanna be there for you”. Fuck professionalism in this rat race of a world, you need a friend. Maybe there are some problematic ethics at play, but it’s a BL ok there are plenty of other plots I hold a suspension of disbelief for so honestly not too far fetched imo

Even though they kissed in episode 2, I feel like the emotional build up of their relationship will be more of a slow burn and I love how realistic that is. I truly believe these two characters are both physically attracted to each other and want to have an emotional connection. I love the ForceBook chemistry. It’s both fun-flirty but also very affectionate. The way Cher is kind of sarcastic and silly to try & cheer up Boss reminds me of my relationship with my partner so maybe I am a little biased but their connection feels very realistic to me

About the kiss. I loved it. It was flirty, it was intimate and it made sense for the moment. Maybe I’m wrong but I don’t think Cher invited Boss up to his room to seduce him. I think he offered a warm, welcoming place to spend time after Boss told him he usually works late and then goes home alone. Cher knows how lonely Boss is and his genuine concern for him is so sweet. From inviting him up for noodles to inviting him to BBQ to meet his friends (and normalize having queer friends) is just so damn considerate & touching. Cher really seems to have the truest of intentions & I think I would be his real life bestie cheering him & boss on the sidelines, seriously. Maybe I’m problematic lmao

Did I mention I love we got a kiss in episode 2? I’m out here manifesting the break in the typical episode 5/6 kiss especially for these office BLs. Again it’s way more realistic for them to kiss each other at this point in their relationship & for the tone of the show. Sometimes I think a good timed kiss is way more impactful than a dramatic emotional yearning kiss 5 episodes in but maybe that’s just me. More playful, sweet early kisses plz & thank you 🙏🏻

I’m excited for more. Haven’t seen episode 3 yet as of this writing. Fingers crossed their relationship continues to be a sweet, supportive slow burn and not a dumpster fire so I don’t regret writing my first ever BL analysis 🤪

#a boss and a babe #thai bl #bl series #forcebook #gmmtv bl #gmmtv series #chergun

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I can’t be the only one who was a little surprised at how rayman turned out in CLH. and no, not the “omg he killed someone!! he did crack and said no-no words! but he’s from a kids game!!” but more of like.. i thought he was gonna be the main villain or something close to that 😭 like what i mean is looking at that poster with him up at the top looking all scary and controlling made me think that we were going to get a Rayman that was all evil and stuff. And don’t get me wrong, i absolutely adore the rayman that we did get, plus ramon, but i thought he was going to be the kind of unforgiving malicious evil government type of dude that covered it all up with a smile and acted all nice while on tv. and if you look at his concept art, you can see that they were kinda going for that? and the actual rayman we got is kinda like that too but what i had envisioned was a much more dangerous and threatening version of the show one. i feel like if they had went with this idea of rayman it would have made his “arc” or whatever it’s called have more impact. while the rayman we did get was working for eden and spreading its propaganda and stuff, a rayman like this would have seemed a lot more like he had direct ties with eden. but i do get why they didn’t do that; one: he would kinda look stupid as a main villain. and two, our actual villain is sarah. but i just like the idea of rayman seeming like the type of villain that knows what he’s doing, but in reality eden was just controlling him HARD. which would have made it seem like him turning on eden was a much bigger deal, because well the dude was literally making it seem like he was doing edens work with that evil little smile on his face idk man lol

but i mean… we might still be able to get that, considering that eden apparently cloned rayman and he’s just running around filling in for the actual guy or something. i’m just hoping that the show actually does something with him and doesnt just use him as a substitute for rayman while the actual rayman is hiding as ramon. i mean come ON just look at him here (and i know this probably isn’t the actual CLONE of rayman, but this was the image that got me in this stupid rant):

how are you gonna tell me that doesn’t scream “cute cartoonish character that looks really nice but is actually evil”??? i have to admit that i was a little disappointed when rayman immediately felt bad for what he had done because of eden, but it was a very in character thing for someone like him to do. although i really did want to see mean spoiled rayman 😭 but hey, we still have a chance of getting something like that from him rayman clone thing. (also please lmk if this made sense i was rushing and i’ve never really talked about a character in this way b4 so i have absolutely NO CLUE what i’m doing right now 💀)

#rayman #clh rayman #cl rayman #ramon #my ideas ig?#please give me feedback #man idk what i’m doing #ramble #rant #clhabdr #clh #is this character analysis?#sure #uhhh what else #my ramblings #i might do this again #i liked writing out my opinions #enjoy idk #i just found this draft btw lol

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neon-lights-and-glitter · 1 year

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Fight The Feeling Prologue-2 Like on a date? Yeah, like a date.

Summary- Jack surprises you with a trip to the Bahamas as your first date where you have your first kiss.

Word Count- 3k

With you and Jack both being busy, the next time you saw each other was a couple weeks later when you both happened to be in the same city. You had the day off except for a flight you had to catch later in the day and Jack had a last-minute studio session and he invited you to join him. You agreed, telling him you could only stay a couple hours before you had to leave.

Though this was the first time you’ve seen each other, you two had talked frequently, sending each other texts throughout the day every day since you met, and the occasional facetime when you both had time. You had talked to Urban too, but like you had told Jack the night at the hotel, Urban wasn’t really your type. Though you hadn’t told Urban that, you didn’t flirt with him like you did Jack, you just hoped he got the hint eventually. You still wanted to be friends with Urban, you just never saw yourself being with him in that way.

You never really thought your relationship with Jack would go very far either, you were both extremely busy, and sure you could make time for a relationship, but you weren’t sure if Jack wanted that with you. You thought maybe he did, if you were just a hookup, he would have tried to hook up with you the night you stayed in his hotel, but he didn’t. As much as you liked Jack, you didn’t want to get your hopes up and end up disappointed.

Jack didn’t have many people at the studio with him, and luckily, he had already gotten whatever he needed to be done before you showed up, because Jack’s, and Urban’s, attention went directly to you. Everyone in the room noticed but no one commented on it until you walked out of the room for a moment.

“Who is that?” Clay asked Jack and Urban.

“I told you its Y/N. I introduced her to everyone when she got here.” Jack said and Clay shook his head.

“I know that I mean who is she to you guys, I’ve never seen you two so into someone.”

“We’re just friends.” Urban said.

“Yeah, I’m just friends with her too.” Jack insisted.

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.” Clay said. “For one of you.” He added underneath his breath.

“I heard that.” Jack said.

“Kind of meant for you to. Watching you two fight for a girl’s attention is quite entertaining, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it before.”

“We don’t need to fight over her attention, I talked to her first so Jack should let me have a chance first.” Urban argued.

“You only talked to her first because I was distracted. We’ve been over this.” Jack argued back.

“Yeah, this will be entertaining for me.” Clay said, laughing softly. “If I had to bet on it, my money would be on Jack, she doesn’t seem as interested in you Urb.” Clay said before turning back to his laptop as you walked back into the room.

You stayed for a couple more hours before you had to leave for the airport. Jack offered to walk you out to the car that was picking you up.

“When do you go back home?” Jack asked you.

“I fly home Thursday, why?” You asked, turning towards him.

“Can you fly back here instead?” Jack asked. “I have the weekend off, I’d like to take you out, if you want to, of course.”

“Like on a date?” You asked, smiling softly up at him.

“Yeah, like on a date.” Jack smiled.

“I’d like that. I can change my flight.” You told Jack.

“Good, I was going to be sad if you said no..” Jack laughed softly.

“It’s just a good thing I have the weekend off too otherwise I would have had to. I’m pretty sure Claire would kill me if I canceled something this last minute for a date.” You joked, making Jack laugh as the car pulled up.

“Let me plan something, and then I’ll give you the details as soon as I know them myself. Keep your weekend free, I have an idea.” Jack said and you laughed softly, nodding.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a couple of days then.” You said. You and Jack hugged goodbye before you left.

You let Claire know to get your flights changed and the next day you got a text from Jack with an address.

“Let me know where you’re staying, I’ll pick you up Friday around noon.” Jack sent. Of course, the first thing you did when you received the address is look it up. The only place that came up was the airport.

“Jack, you know you sent the address of the airport, right?” You texted back.

“I know.” Jack responded.

“What are you planning?” You asked and within seconds you were receiving a facetime call which you answered immediately.

“You know how you said your favorite place you’ve been was the Bahamas?” Jack asked and you gasped.

“Jack. Are you serious?” You asked and Jack laughed softly, nodding.

“I am. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I wasn’t sure if it would be creepy asking you to get on a plane not knowing where you’re going as a first date.

“Now I know why you told me to keep my whole weekend free. You didn’t have to do that, I would have been completely fine with just hanging out or going to dinner.” You told him and he laughed softly.

“Well, we can go to dinner, in the Bahamas.” Jack said.

“Fair point.” You laughed softly.

“I know it’s a lot for a first date, but I thought since we’re both busy, it would be nice to take a weekend and just relax.” Jack explained. You could tell in the short few weeks you had been talking that Jack spent a lot of time on work, so it meant a lot to you that the time he did have off, he wanted to spend with you.

“Our first date wasn’t the night we met?” You asked and Jack shook his head.

“Nope, neither of us planned that.” Jack said.

“We hung out all night, ordered pizza and I stayed in your room even though it would have taken me 2 minutes to go back to my own room, kind of seems like a date to me.” You teased Jack.

“Did I say it was a date?” Jack asked.

“No.”

“Did you say it was a date?” He asked.

“I just did.”

“Nope, that doesn’t count. So, it wasn’t a date.”

“Fine, if you think so.” You teasingly rolled your eyes, making Jack laugh.

“I do think so. Plus, if that’s your standard for dates, then I need to work on getting your expectations up.” Jack teased.

“It’s not that, I just don’t expect anything big, especially for a second date.” You said and Jack raised his eyebrow, making you laugh. “First date. Happy?” You teased and Jack nodded.

“I just want to show you that I like you. I don’t want to just hook up with you and never see you again. I don’t even want there to be an expectation that we hook up this weekend. I just want you to feel special.” Jack said and you smiled softly.

“I like you too, you know that. Honestly, you making time to facetime me every day, even though you’re busy and working, makes me feel special already.” You admitted, making Jack smile.

“I’m glad it does.”

“I’ll send you the address of my hotel in a little bit, but you don’t have to pick me up, I can just meet you at the airport if you want.” You told him and Jack shook his head.

“Nope, I’ll pick you up.” Jack insisted and you nodded.

“If you insist.”

“I do insist. When do you land?” Jack asked.

“Like, midnight. I already have a ride back to the hotel before you offer.” You said and Jack nodded.

“That might have been where I was going.” Jack laughed softly. “I have to go, but I’ll call you later.” Jack told you and you nodded, both of you saying goodbye before you hung up.

Almost exactly Friday at noon, you heard a knock on your hotel room door. You smiled, assuming it was Jack, and you answered the door.

“Hi.” You smiled, Jack smiling back.

“Hi.” He reached out to hug you and you hugged him back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Are you ready?” Jack asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let me grab my bags.” You said and held the door open so Jack could step inside for a minute.

“I’ll get them.” Jack offered and you let him, because if there was anything you learned about Jack, it was that if he offered to do something, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Also, your bags were heavy.

You and Jack ended up in the backseat of a car, Jack’s driver driving you to the airport.

“This isn’t too much for a first date, right?” Jack asked, looking over at you.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I can’t believe you did all of this, but I don’t think it’s too much.” You said and Jack sighed in relief.

“Good. I’ve just never met a girl I like as much as I like you, I don’t want to scare you off.” Jack said.

“You haven’t scared me off, if you had, I wouldn’t be going on a trip to the Bahamas with you. You’re closer to scaring off my best friend Madison then me. She had me give her everything, hotel, your name, your phone number, practically everything I know about you. Plus, it’s a second date anyways.” You laughed softly.

“Damn, that’s smart, all I got from Urban was a “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”. It’s a first date, but I’ll let it slide.” Jack said, laughing softly.

“And what wouldn’t Urban do?” You asked and Jack thought.

“Honestly, I feel like there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, so that’s not great advice.” Jack said, making both of you laugh.

Once you arrived at the airport, Jack’s driver got your bags out of the back while the two of you got out of the car. You both thanked the driver before you both got led onto the plane, sitting down next to each other.

“Oh, I made dinner reservations for about two hours after we land.” Jack told you.

“Jack, you can’t just throw something like that at me without notice.” You half joked and Jack laughed softly.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing fancy. It’s just at some random restaurant I found near the resort. I did get us a private room though.”

“I’m not sure if I can believe you when you say it’s not fancy.” You teased Jack.

“It might be a little fancy, but you don’t have to dress up, I promise.” Jack reassured you.

One flight, some random conversations, and a car ride to the resort later, and you and Jack were in your room. You both got ready for dinner, neither of you dressed up, but you did put on something fancier than the sweatpants you had on for the flight.

“Ready?” Jack asked, offering you his hand.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled at him, taking his hand as you stood up from the couch. Jack led you out of the room and down to the lobby. Jack had already called a car, so you didn’t have to wait to be picked up.

During your date, you and Jack continued to get to know each other. You felt like you got to know each other from your facetime calls and texts, but this was different. It felt a lot more comfortable than the night you met.

You ended up being at dinner a lot longer then either of you expected, you talked about where you grew up, what got Jack into rapping, what got you into modeling, your families, your childhoods, what you wanted for your futures, any random topic you could think of.

Once you left the restaurant, you and Jack decided to walk back to the resort instead of getting a car. You walked down the sidewalk, your hand holding Jack’s.

“We should get ice cream.” You suggested as you walked past an ice cream shop, Jack nodded.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Jack agreed, and laughed softly as you smiled excitedly, pulling him gently towards the store, Jack followed close behind you. You stood in line, Jack standing behind you as you slightly leaned into his chest. Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head. After a minute you turned in his arms, so you were facing him, the two of you making small talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but you guys are adorable.” The couple that was behind you said, they were about your age. You both hoped that they didn’t recognize who either of you were, and luckily, they didn’t, or at least if they did, they didn’t say act like it.

“Oh, no problem. Thank you.” You said, and Jack smiled softly at you.

“How long have you been together?” One of the asked, both of you awkwardly laughing.

“Oh, we’re not really together.” You said.

“It’s our first date.” Jack clarified.

“Well, you two would make a cute couple.” They said before it was your turn to order. Jack let you order first, and then he placed his order. You tried to pay, but Jack didn’t let you.

Once you both got your ice cream you walked back to the resort, ending up on the beach that the resort was located on. You sat in the sand as you finished your ice cream, finding a random trash can nearby to throw your trash away before you ended up back at the same spot you were sitting at before. You were telling Jack about where you had gone to in the Bahamas previously.

Despite Jack paying attention to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to your lips before moving back to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” Jack asked and you nodded, smiling softly at him.

Before you could say anything, Jack was leaning over and kissing you gently. You deepened the kiss after a moment, loosely wrapping your arms around Jack’s neck. Jack let his hands rest on your waist. Jack gently led you to his lap and you followed his lead until you were practically straddling his hips. Jack pulled away first, both of you taking a second to catch your breath.

“I wanted to do that all night.” Jack admitted, blushing lightly, leaving his hands on your waist.

“And I wanted you to do that all night.” You said, letting one of your hands move to the ends of Jack’s hair, running your fingers through his hair.

“I didn’t want to do this on the first night, and I know it might be a little soon, but I don’t want to wait. Will you officially be my girlfriend?” Jack asked, and you nodded.

“Of course, I will Jack. I’ve been yours since I agreed to go on this trip with you.” You said.

“I just wasn’t sure, after the ice cream shop, you know?” Jack said and you nodded.

“I just wasn’t sure if they knew who we were, and we hadn’t talked about it ourselves. I like privacy, and I know you do too, so I just didn’t want to risk it.” You explained.

“I get it, I’m not mad.” Jack reassured you. “You’re right, I do like keeping things private. You just scared me with your answer.” Jack laughed softly.

“I mean it, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t already yours.” You said.

“I wouldn’t be here either if I wasn’t yours. I wouldn’t put this much effort into someone I’m not seriously interested in. You just happen to be someone I am seriously interested in.” Jack said, making you smile, kissing his lips softly before you pulled away.

“I really like you, just don’t make me regret it.” You said. You had told Jack previously about getting your heartbroken in a relationship before him.

“I won’t I promise. I really like you too.” Jack said, kissing you again.

The rest of the weekend was spent mostly at the beach together. While you both loved the trips you had to take for your work, you both admitted that the weekend trip to the Bahamas was the most fun you’ve had on a trip.

You spent the weekend completely ignoring anything except each other. Though you did send a few texts to Madison because if you didn’t, she would have started to panic. Luckily for the both of you, no one you interacted with recognized you because neither of you thought about the rumors that would start if someone had and you both wanted to avoid any rumors.

You and Jack got to know each other on a deeper level then you had before since a majority of your contact previously had been texts and facetime calls. What started as a crazy idea for Jack and a trip with someone who you liked but you weren’t sure your relationship would lead anywhere, ended as something special for you and Jack. Even though it might have been too early for either of you to admit it, you both fell in love on the trip.

When it was time to leave, neither of you wanted to. You both could have stayed there forever, but unfortunately Jack had to work. You had a couple more days off though, so you flew back with him and stayed with Jack for a couple more days.

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