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peacefxlmyko · 2 months

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It's not a one night stand if it turns into two

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Basically just Jake falling for his FWB.

Warnings: some smut, p in v, no physical describtion of reader, no use of Y/N, Jake getting attached, jealousy, sudden love confessions, fluff, maybe a little bit of Angst if you squint your eyes?, swearing

Notes: First smutty fanfic on here lmao go wild yall. All I have to say is Im in love with Glen Powell and so I automatically love Hangman too. Also the title is inspired by a Måneskin Song!

Once again, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry about any mistakes. Also, I didn't prove read this so just be warned.

Story under the cut! ✂️

He simply couldn't take this eyes off of you. The way you were standing at the bar, slightly leaning onto it as you were talking to Penny. The way your dress was hugging your body, perfectly showing off everything. Everything he had already seen but couldn't get enough off.

His mind drifted off to the first night you spent together. He didn't even remember anymore how you two ended up in bed together, but it was amazing.

Jake could basically still hear your whines and moans. They were music to his ears.

"Jake, oh, oh god- please!" You whined and begged, craving release. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your shared moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

He was so big and he was fucking you so well. You always thought he gave off big dick energy but jesus- this was even more than expected, but you weren't going to complain.

"That's right, just like that- you're bein' such a good girl." He groaned, his hips bucking hard. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him drove him wild, not to mention you moaning and whining his Name.

You ended up coming on his cock, screaming his name. This wasn't your first and definitely not the last orgasm of the night.

"Seresin? Christ, are you even listening?"

He snapped back out of his thoughts as he looked back at Rooster, who by now just looked annoyed. "Sorry, I uh- yeah, I'm listenin'" Jake quickly mumbled and tried to pull himself together.

You both were friends and had told yourselves after the first time it wouldn't happen again. Well, that was 4 night stands ago.

Jake would never admit it to himself, but he was going crazy over you. Not only because of the way you fucked, but also because of your whole being. The way you lit up whenever someone talked to you, how you would sometimes nervously fiddle with your fingers or the hem of your shirt, the way you looked at him with a soft sparkle in your eyes.

But he was also obsessed with the way your hands buried in his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips as he filled you up, the way you held onto his biceps as you rode him.

But he would never admit that. He would never admit the way his heart fluttered whenever you cuddled close to him after sex. The way his heart actually also reacted whenever you kissed him, not only his cock.

The Jake 'Hangman' Seresin falling for someone? Never. He was never the kind of man to actually fall for someone and even think about settling down. But something about you felt different, even if it was only physical, for now.

By now Bradley had completely given up trying to talk to Jake. He just rolled his eyes and joined Phoenix and Bob instead.

Jake's eyes were focused on you the whole time, he was surprised you hadn't turned around at least once to catch him staring. You were still engrossed in a conversation with Penny until she had to serve other customers. You leaned back, grabbing your drink and taking a few sips until you were suddenly approached by a man.

Jake had hoped at first he just wanted to ask where the restroom was or something but when he didn't leave your side, Jake felt something boiling inside of him. His jaw clenched as he saw you laughing and happily talking with that guy.

He didn't even understand why you were so focused on that rando. He wasn't even half as handsome as Jake, hell, even Bradley was more handsome in Jake's eyes!

His patience ran out the moment you pulled out your phone, seemingly to give your number to that ass of a man as Jake mentally called him that.

His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they stormed towards you. Hangman grabbed your shoulder and quickly turned you around to him, earning shocked looks from both you and that guy.

"What the—"

"What the hell are you doin'? I thought we were a thin'!"

God, that stupid southern accent basically made you wanna melt right then and there.

"Wha- I thought you only saw us as some quick fun!" You protested.

"Are you kiddin' me?! Do you think I'm sleepin' with other girls besides you?"

"....."

Jake frowned at your silence which was basically the most direct answer.

"Listen, I don't usually do shit like this. Normally I move on quickly but you put some kind of spell or somethin' on me because you make my damn heart flutter every time our gazes meet. And I love the way you laugh, I love the way you tease me, I love the way you make fun of me. And I fuckin' hate seeing you with a man that isn't me. So quit your bullshit with this guy and finally go on a proper date with me!"

Jake didn't even think, it was all just blurting out.

You looked like your eyes were about to pop out, you stared at him in complete disbelief. Were you dreaming or something?

"Please say somethin' so I know I didn't mess this up."

"Shut up and kiss me, Seresin" You muttered and promply pulled him in.

This kiss felt so different from all the other ones you shared. This one was so full of emotions and passion. Your hand rested on his cheek, as his hands found their place on your waist.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7." Jake grinned.

You didn't even mind he had just decided that, you were looking forward to that date.

"See you then, cowboy." You grinned and pressed another quick kiss on his lips.

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reiding-writing · 2 months

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omg, part two for roommates? It was so good

ROOMMATES [PART TWO]

/ˈɹu(m)ˌmeɪt/ /part one/

when you and spencer share a room together on a case, you find yourself a little out of character at the revelation you'll have to share a bed with him.

WARNINGS: cold but not antagonistic reader

spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff?? || 1.4k || series masterlist!!

a/n: is this too much cold!reader back to back? maybe, but this is my blog so i make the rules love yall

main masterlist!!

You woke up cold, your fingers unwelcome against the skin of your cheeks as they spread the stark chilliness that your extremities are feeling over your eyelids.

Whilst not entirely surprising, being so cold in a hotel room that was meant to be built for negative temperatures felt a little too unlikely to be true with no extraneous variables.

You found yours almost immediately, you were only half-covered in the bedsheets, the rest balled up around Spencer as he laid with his back to you.

You glanced around in the dim light, trying to locate your lost part of the blanket. But it was tightly wound around Spencer, making it clear that reclaiming your portion without waking him would be an impossible task.

You sighed softly, trying to think of a solution that wouldn’t involve waking him up, but the more you thought about it, the less feasible it seemed.

Frustrated, you tried to tug at the blanket gently, hoping against the odds that you could retrieve some of it without disturbing him. To no surprise whatsoever, Spencer stirred, turning to face you with sleepy eyes.

“Mmm… what time is it?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Early, go back to sleep,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady under the softness of his gaze. “And stop hogging the sheets.”

Spencer quickly let go of the blanket, allowing you to take hold of it. “Sorry,” he murmured before turning back around and falling back asleep almost immediately.

You stared at him for a moment, surprised by how easily he‘d managed to fall back to sleep. But then again, it was Spencer. He was a different breed of person.

Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you laid back down and tried to get some more sleep. But as you watched Spencer sleeping peacefully with his back to you, you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth spreading in your chest.

Despite the cold and the uncomfortable lump in the mattress, you found yourself on the verge of smiling against the sheets pulled up to your nose.

But you quickly banish the thought, reminding yourself that this was just a one-time thing.

A necessity due to circumstances. Nothing more.

You close your eyes, letting sleep take over once again.

The comfort of sleep eludes you, however, your mind plagued by the unconscious Spencer that lay not too far from you. You don’t know why it was now that you were having such an issue with falling asleep in his presence. You'd managed to bury the thought earlier, why could you do it now?

The silence of the room seemed to only amplify everything rampaging through your mind, and you turn to your other side, your back to Spencer as you try to clear your mind.

The sound of his soft breathing lulls you, a comforting rhythm in the otherwise silent room, and you feel yourself starting to drift off, the day's exhaustion catching up to you.

However, just as you're about to succumb to sleep, you feel a shift in the bed.

Spencer's moving.

His movements are slow, sluggish with sleep, and before you can process it, you feel his arm drape over your side, his body pressing against your back.

The surprise of his touch jolts you awake and you freeze completely, unsure of what to do. His breath fans against the back of your neck, a warm contrast to the cool air of the room.

You ponder your options. Should you move and risk waking him? Should you stay put and pretend to be asleep? If he woke up like this you know that he’d spiral into a pit of embarrassment and you’re not sure that you want to deal with that.

It also wasn’t the worst position, but that’s something that your mind would even let you consider.

You opt for the latter of the two options, deciding not to disrupt his sleep.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the rhythm deafening in your ears as you will yourself to just fall asleep and relieve yourself of the torture you’re enduring. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts and after what feels like an eternity, your body relaxes and you slowly drift back to sleep, Spencer's arm a comforting weight around you.

When you wake up the next morning, the events of the night feel like a distant dream. Spencer is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he speeds through the pages of a novel in his lap.

The memory of his arm around you sends a warm flush through your body, although the memory is so distant you can’t even really be sure it was real. You were half asleep after all.

The fact that Spencer seemed so relaxed also supports your theory that it might’ve been a sleep-induced hallucination. There was no way he’d be so casual if he’d known he’d done that.

But it felt too real to have not have happened.

As you rise from the bed, you make a silent vow to yourself. This was a one-time thing. It wouldn't happen again. You wouldn't let it.

But as you catch Spencer's eye and he gives you a sleepy smile, you can't help but wonder if that's a promise you can actually keep.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He closes the book with a small ‘thud’ sound, smiling half-awkwardly in your direction.

It takes you a second to process that he’s speaking to you, and he takes your silence as a sign that you’re still mad at him for taking the sheets.

“I’m sorry for what happened last night,”

Your eyes snap to his at his apology. So he did remember clinging to you like a koala then.

“I move a lot in my sleep, so I must’ve accidentally pulled all of the sheets in my direction,”

Nevermind.

“It’s fine Reid.” The grogginess still lacing your tone doesn’t do any help in making you sound genuinely okay with what had happened, nor does the narrowing of your eyes under the morning light that makes you look like you’re intentionally staring daggers into his forehead.

“Okay- Sorry-” He hated how intimidated he was by you sometimes, especially considering he knew you weren’t trying to be intimidating in the moment.

You were just half-asleep and sensitive to the bright lights, and yet you still managed to make him feel like one wrong word would be like hand-writing his death certificate.

God only knows what he would be thinking if he knew he’d spent half the night with his chest to your back.

“Stop apologising, I said it was fine,” You rub your eyes with your fingers, the way you pinch your nose bridge again serving to make you look way more angry than you actually were and sending Spencer down another internal-panic at the idea of you secretly being annoyed with him.

“Right, sor-” He stops himself halfway through his sentence, pressing his lips into a tight line with a short nod. “Uhm, Hotch said to meet down in the lobby in half an hour,”

You exhale heavily as you drag your palm down your face, humming absently as Spencer relay’s Hotch’s order to you.

You get out of the bed with a stretch and a yawn, and Spencer thinks it might be the most ‘human’ he’s ever seen you be — probably because he couldn’t see your expression with your back turned to him.

“I’m going to change,” You announce your departure to the shared bathroom as you grab your clothes for the day from your bag, giving him ample opportunity to stop you if he wanted to use the bathroom for something before you did. You knew he wouldn’t either way.

“Alright,” He gives you a slightly nervous nod as you shut the door behind you, messing with the leather spine of the book in his hands.

The first thing you do once you’ve got your privacy is soak your face in cold water, hoping that it’ll wash away the memory of how Spencer’s arm felt around your waist with your sweat.

But he didn’t know that. And you weren’t planning on telling him anytime soon.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #mgg #asks 🫶

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 18 days

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hi hi covey!! 💋

can i request a blurb of my sweet boy jason with his stressed & overworked, academicvalidation! gf? i just know he would be so caring and precious and jskjsksh i could just melt

✮⋆˙ take a break, catch a nap, have a snack!; jason grace x reader blurb

content: jason grace x reader blurb warning: none! author's note: howdy guys!!! it feels like i've been gone but i know i really haven't, ya know??? i had a BLAST on my trip and am so so grateful i was able to go on it. but also, it was a nice break that has me missing writing, so hopefully more stuff is gonna be coming out soon...which will HOPEFULLY lead to me opening my request again. (not that some of yall deserve that frfr im looking at you, illegal anon's) ALSO KJ MY BELOVED YOURE LEGIT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND YOU COULD PROBS DO THIS PROMPT SO MUCH MORE JUSTICE THAN ME BUT I APPRICIATE IT NONETHELESS POOKIE!!! anyways with all da love, from covey at the boston airport!!

jason, of all people, understood seeking validation. someone confirming that you were doing good and that you could be good. but, even he felt this was a bit extreme. you'd blocked him! something about even his profile picture being distracting.

he was determined to have you take a break. get some food, get something that wasn't coffee to drink, and perhaps jason could somehow cuddle you to sleep. he was plotting alright as he marched to the library, almost certain that's where you could be. when take came up fruitless, jason huffed his way out of the library and waved the librarian's offers of help off. you thought you could outsmart him, but jason knew you better than himself on most days.

"how the hades- you know what? don't answer that," you hissed as jason stood in front of you with his arms crossed. you pouted as your secret study spot had been discovered - well, it really wasn't all that secret. it was the rooftop of your apartment but still! it was supposed to be a space undisturbed by the son of jupiter that was eager to steal you away from your studies.

"c'mon," jason replied, nodding his head towards the door of your bedroom. you simply gave him a pointed look before returning to your laptop. your fingers reached for the keys but then it was slammed shut by a suspiciously strong breeze. you frowned up at the boy who hadn't moved an inch but his foot was starting to tap like an angry mother.

"jase," you whined, dragging out the last vowel in hopes the longer you held the note, the more likely he was to give in. you were wrong as jason simply raised a brow at you.

"just thrity minutes," jason offered but you squinted at him in suspicion. jason then held his hand out to you, gentle and welcoming. you sighed but took his hand into yours, allowing him to pull you up and out of the homework mountain you've created. he helped you pack, muttering about the weather getting too cold soon and how you should study inside your apartment. you let him, knowing your backpack wouldn't be unzipped until the next day but continuing to play the part of 'opositional girlfriend.'

you let him lead you into the apartment and fix you up some snack as you curled up on the couch, your favorite movie play suspiciously at just the right time. you didn't need to ask questions as you knew this wasn't some accident or twist of fate based off the little twitch of jason's scar, a sure sign of scheming.

the sweet boy served you without even needing to be told what you wanted, somehow he always had a knack for just knowing. then he sat down next to you on the couch and you rolled your eyes as he could read him like a book. but, you let the roman boy have his fun. over the next ten minutes, he slowly inched closer to you. then, he threw his arm over the back of the couch, still yet to look in your direction. and to finish off the theatrics, a chill drifted through the apartment, which did, admittedly, have you leaning into the boy's warm side.

next thing you knew, a blanket was pulled up to your chin and your eyelids were drooping.

"homework cockblock," you muttered into jason's chest but cuddled closer nonetheless.

"you'll thank me later," jason mused back in reponse before running his hands through your hair and gently scratching at your scalp, the final nail in the coffin as you fluttered your eyes shut to sleep against your roman boy. and you didn't dream of late assignments or failing classes, but rather of the stunning blonde boy you was always looking out for you, college drop out or not.

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gowonders · 4 months

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getting friendly ♥ c.bg

apart of the ‘growing pain’ event for @napofamoon!!

notes: tee heee this was sooo different to write.. kind of based on the girl i’m with so this was SO personal but wtv.. this was definitely more draining than my other pieces so… hope y’all enjoy

warnings: english isn’t my first language, not proofread!, fem (barely a switch) sub! reader, dom! gyu, implied childhood best friends, nicknames (doll), manhandling, unprotected sex (wear a condom yall 👍) , lmk if i’ve missed any~

soft strumming of beomgyus guitar could be heard echoing from his room as his callused fingers run over the strings. “you’ll be fine, gyu.” you assure, cooing in his ear as he has an obviously nervous look on his face. he had his first big concert in a few days, and you came over to watch him practice. after all, he is your best friend! “well.. i know! i just don’t want to ruin our chance to get bigger as a band.. like, what if i just do so.. bad?” he says, pausing the way he just plays random things, or as he calls it— noodling. your finger nudges his thigh as you shake your head, looking up at him with a kind face. “i bet you won’t, i’ve heard you play, you’re so good!! you won’t mess up, and i’ll be there, you know it.” you say, giving him a smile, which he returns and nods. “thanks, doll.” he winks, and you roll your eyes. “ugh, save that for the girls you’ll flirt with after your show.” you respond with a laugh.

sure, you kind of had a thing for your best friend, but that didn’t mean you’d date him. yes, he was insanely fine and charming, but that doesn’t mean you’ll actually give in to dating him. he obviously was some sort of playboy, buying girls drinks and complimenting them after his bands gigs, leaving any girl feeling giddy that txts main guitarist was flirting with her. but not you, you couldn’t fall for that, but it’s sweet to see him try.

“sure, sureeeee.” he responds, a snicker leaving him before he finally straightens out his face, focusing on a song to play. your gaze settles on his face, lips a straight line and dark eyes focused on the fretboard. he looks back at you and catches your eyes, and he winks at you with a hum. like, an “i caught you” hum. it was so annoying. so, your eyes quickly snap to the fretboard he was focused on, looking over his well manicured nails, callused fingers, and overall.. such pretty hands. beomgyu stops playing and nods at you, snickering a little before he speaks.

“you know, these fingers aren’t only good at guitar. they’re good for anything and everything… if you catch my drift.” he says, smirking at you.

oh my god. oh my god? sure, he made lewd jokes all the damn time, but it caught you off guard this time. why?? was it the way it was so out of nowhere?

no. it was the way he was getting friendly. too friendly. wayyy too friendly for best friends.

but you couldn’t just.. not return the energy. and you definitely couldn’t just stay silent at the way he smirks at you, and how his finger started to trace lines on your hand resting on his bed. “..show me, then.” you say with nonchalance, looking at his finger on your hand. and he just pauses, he really wasn’t expecting you to react like that. “i- what?” he spits out with a chuckle, he was shocked to say the least. “you heard me, gyu. don’t act like you’re not trying to rile me up.” you say, still avoiding his gaze.

he sighs, putting his guitar down with a gulp, pulling away from you and ‘subtly’ putting a pillow over his lap. “i don’t know what you’re- what?” he sputters, he really, really wasn’t expecting that. “gyu.. do you want to fuck me or not?” you cringe internally when you say that.. it’s coming off a little forward, but anything goes at this point. “well. uh- i mean-“ he coughs on his words a bit, before a small “yeah” peeps in there. “are you sure..?”

if he’s being honest with himself, he really has wanted to. for a while. ever since you started showing up at his gigs, he would always brag about the many girls he’d take home— all in hopes of getting you jealous so you could be the next girl. and if this is the way it happens, then so be it.

“oh my goddd, yes! you’re getting waaay too close for this to just be friends. just fuck me, gyu. we’ve known eachother forever, it was bound to happen.” you scoff, sitting up to look down at the boy who was still laying down, fidgeting with the hem of his pillow.

“shit… say less, then.” beomgyu says, clearing his dry throat and getting up onto his knees, pushing you back down onto the mattress. it felt crazy surreal, the way your best friend practically glared at you, his callused fingertips brushing over skin, his hard swallows being barely heard, and especially the way the dim lighting of his room hits his face.. it was so strange to think about. for both of you. but you definitely wanted to just.. make it a little more comfortable for you.

“nooooo..” you whine out, pushing up against his hand to sit up, swiftly flipping him over to straddle him. “i wanna fuck you, though.” you say, a pout on your lips as your fingers hook under his shirt, starting to pull it up before his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping it.

“hell no. i’m fucking you, yn. you’re crazy if you think i’m not gonna absolutely ruin you.” he states, you could hear how upset he got in a moment, and with that, your lips part and your eyes widen, before you could even start to stammer, he mutters under his breath. “didnt dream of this for years just for you to be a brat.. jesus.” and with that, you’re getting slammed back into his mattress, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly before they move down to the waistband of your pants, his thigh slotted between yours, beomgyu scoffing at the way your thighs squeeze around his.

“you know how i said i was gonna show you how good my fingers are? yknow, multipurpose.” he asks, and you nod in response. “use your words with me.. anyways. i’m gonna make you cum with only my fingers.. punishment, you’d understand.” his fingers hook under the fabric , pulling it all the way off, leaving you only in your panties. “gyu…. i wanna-“ you start, but he quickly cuts you off. “don’t even, you’re lucky i’m giving you anything at all.” you just sigh, and beomgyu shoots you a glare.

“you know…” he starts as he pulls the thin fabric of your underwear to the side. “i really thought that you were gonna be an easy fuck, but like.. clearly, you just like to be a little brat, huh?” beomgyu spits, his fingers easing into your core, a quiet whine leaving your lips at the feeling.. he really wasn’t lying about being good with his fingers, i guess. “i wonder what happened to the girl i’ve known for so long… i thought you were all sweet, but you’re just some feen for my fingers, right? begging for them, it’s cute, really.” he says with a evil grin, letting his fingers pump in and out of you, not really caring about the way your nails dug into his back, and the way you quietly pled for him to slow down between mewls.

however, he in fact did not stop! an evil chuckle leaving him as he thumbed your clit, still using his fingers like it was nothing. it was definitely not nothing though.. because just a few moments later, your back is arching up and off the matress, and you’re letting out the most pathetic whines of your life. beomgyu definitely wasn’t lying, his fingers were definitely.. talented. maybe playing guitar really did pay off for that man, and maybe getting laid after every gif paid off too, because he definitely knew how to get a girl so worked up and desperate for more.. because right before.. what felt like nanoseconds before.. he fucking pulls out.

before you could even open your mouth to complain, beomgyu cuts you off. “ah ah, don’t be so quick to whine.” he spits, a smirk on his face. he was good at what he did.. in this case.. and he knew it. you start to watch him unbuckle his belt, and as he does so, he raises a question.. which almost seems like a statement. “you wanna ride me, yn?” he whispers, looking down at you. you nod as soon as he finishes his sentence, honestly, he just left you so.. needy, you’d take anything from him at this point. “oooof course.” he drags as he sits on the bed and pulls his waistband down just enough for you to do so. “i’m not complaining though.” he says as he motions you over , helping you straddle him.

sinking down on beomgyu, you let out a small whine, swallowing hard at his size. you could definitely see how he got so many girls after his gigs..

his hands wrap around your hips, looking up at you and asking a silent “you ready?” with his eyes. god, you loved his eyes, they were so expressive and pretty. and they could seriously convince you to do anything. so, you nod, and his hands are guiding you to start moving, and a low groan is heard from him. “fuckkkkk..” he starts, dragging his words out. beomgyus hands slip down slightly before his short nails dig into the plush of your thigh, making an hitched mewl spill from your lips.

the feeling of your velvet walls around his length had him in a trance, and he could’ve sworn his hips were moving on their own, even if he was having you ride him. “yn—“ he chokes out, his nails digging into your thighs even more. “y-you know.. everytime i fucked a girl backstage- shit.. i wished it was you.” he says, and his words have you fluttering around him. “r-really?” you ask between moans, hanging your head low with pleasure as your hands wrap around his arms. “mhm. always,,, like- you just always looked so good at our shows— shit-!” beomgyu cuts himself off with a broken groan, throwing his head back. he could feel you getting close since you were already pretty close from earlier, and honestly that just set him off.

“goddddd, doll-!” he groans out, swallowing hard at the way you tighten around him. you could barely speak, and if you could, it was incoherent and cut off by a whine. and beomgyu loved seeing you like this.. almost broken just on his dick. your grip on his arms tighten and a loud, broken whimper rings through the room. “are you close, y-yn?” he asks, eyes screwed shut at the feeling of you around him, and how pretty you looked during it. “yeah…” you say shakily, starting to practically collapse over him.

“t-then cum for me.” he spits, leaning his head further back on the pillow under him, his thumbs weakly rubbing your hips. that was basically your final straw, anyways. your walls clamp down hard on beomgyus length as you reach your climax, which hits you, so hard.

and it really doesn’t dawn on you for a bit that your best friend of all people just fucked the daylight out of you. and just made you practically scream for him. what the hell. no, like seriously.

luckily, beomgyu snaps you out of your thoughts, with a huge grin and a simple question. “are you still coming to my gig tomorrow?”

and you sure as hell were.

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twstbookclub · 3 days

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Sharp Teeth, Tough Love

Summary: You caught Floyd's interest the moment fire and chaos erupted in the Mirror Chamber. One chance meeting gave you the nickname Shrimpy, and another left Floyd sinking deeper into the depths. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Romance, Angst, No happy ending, sorry folks, Floyd Being Floyd, Slow Burn, Minor ADeuce and Grim Shenanigans again, Unrequited Feelings, Floyd's POV (I hope yall remember whose nickname belongs to who) Word Count: 3, 044 If yall needed to know, I wrote this on the same day I wrote the Riddle fic. My brain is spent on these two, and I couldn't be any happier. I wish I could end this another way, though. Poor terrifying and violent Floyd. One thing to note, it's really fascinating how he only calls someone by name if he really respected them. Also, if yall catch that reference to one of Floyd's lesson chats, I will love you forever. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy again 💕

Floyd could never forget the first time he saw you.

Your face was twisted into a flabbergasted frown, mingled with distress, confusion, and exasperation. The cat monster—he’ll call it Baby Seal since its tiny height and gray fur reminded him of one—ran amok and spewed fire everywhere. Kalim’s screams rang in the air, followed by Crowley’s indignant shouts. He watched the chaos unfold with intrigued eyes and a widening grin, revealing sharp teeth and a thirst for more wreckage.

Amidst the smoke that billowed and swirled in the Mirror Chamber, you stood in the middle of it. The harsh glow of the fire pierced Floyd’s eyes, but all he saw was your silhouette surrounded by dying embers and crackling flames. Just as his gaze landed on you, your head swiveled around to look back at him. As if some invisible force compelled you to find the eyes that burned into your figure.

He wanted to see you again.

The next time he saw you, you were with Baby Seal and those two freshmen in Heartslabyul: Crabby and Little Mackerel. Even Goldfish and Sea Bream were with you. The six of you lurked in the courtyard, as if trying to spy on something. Whatever you were doing, it caught his attention.

“Careful, Floyd,” Jade simpered after he followed his brother’s line of sight, “don’t scare the fish away.”

Of course, Jade already knew what Floyd was thinking with one look. There was a reason why they chose each other and survived the coldest, harshest waters.

“Yeah, yeah.” Floyd flippantly waved away Jade’s words with a languid grin, before he snuck on the group. It was laughable, how they didn’t notice his tall and gangly figure slink in front of them. The six students spoke in hushed whispers, too engrossed in their conversation to see the shadow that loomed over them. His eyes roamed each freshman, checking the fresh meat, but they lingered on you.

You looked so small, and he had to tilt his head down to see your eyes. Back then, during the entrance ceremony, you hunched over as if to curl into yourself. Small and weak and afraid.

Floyd’s lips stretched from one ear to the other. He’ll call you Shrimpy.

“Oh ho ho! What is up, Lil’ Goldfish?”

Goldfish jumped, sputtering and floundering like a fish caught by its prey. The rest showed varying degrees of surprise. Sea Bream’s smile became strained, and Floyd could see the junior sweat a little. Crabby flinched, while Little Mackerel took a step back with wide eyes. His fists were raised to his chest, and Floyd’s eyes narrowed at that.

Huh, one of them was ready for a fight. Interesting.

His attention shifted to you, wide eyes fluttering in disbelief. You craned your neck to look up at him with parted lips. As Floyd engaged Goldfish in a conversation more like interrogation, he felt like he was floating. It’s as if he could run around the track field without breaking a sweat from the look you gave him.

He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see you more.

Your gaze drifted to Jade, and you froze. Floyd brushed it off as fear. That was how people usually reacted to them, anyway. It was nothing new. He focused on the conversation with Goldfish without sparing your reaction another thought.

One sunny day, a few days after that chance meeting, Floyd saw you in the courtyard again. You were with Baby Seal—he always was—along with Crabby and Little Mackerel. The latter two stood in front of you, who sat on the edge of the fountain. Baby Seal was standing next to you with this annoyed look. Meanwhile, the Leech brother was lounging on the grass. Alchemy class bored him, so he decided to skip and bathe in the sunlight on the courtyard.

None of them seemed to notice him. Floyd watched, still bored out of his mind. He was debating on whether to spook the group or otherwise, when he heard you laugh.

You tilted your head back, letting the sun illuminate the smile on your face. It was a toothy grin, one that crinkled your eyes and emphasized the chub of your cheeks. He barely saw the color of your irises, and your unrestrained laugh echoed in the desolate courtyard. You even snorted.

You tilted your head back so much that you tipped over and fell into the fountain with a loud splash. Floyd snickered, ignoring the warmth in his chest and the flutter of his heart. Howling laughter followed your fall. Crabby clutched his stomach and doubled over. Little Mackerel held back a smile as he flailed, unsure of how to help you, in front of the fountain. Baby Seal was laughing his ass off, belly flopping on the edge of the fountain.

He decided to stand from his spot and help you, since the entire thing entertained him. Although, when he stood tall and took a step towards the fountain, he paused. You were drenched in water, from the top of your head to the tip of your leather shoes. Locks of hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks. Your uniform clung to your skin, and it looked uncomfortable. Despite all that, your smile remained.

“You assholes!” You laughed with a loud wheeze, happy and carefree with that toothy and blinding grin. He could clearly hear you laugh and sputter, even with Crabby’s and Baby Seal’s loud snickers and laughter. As he watched Little Mackerel help you—and fail, because you slipped back into the fountain—a thought nagged at his mind.

What should I do to make Shrimpy laugh like that again?

“Hey, Shrimpy!” Floyd chirped, grin too wide and sharp to be considered friendly. Little Mackerel and Crabby stepped back, as the sophomore grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the fountain. Your hand shot out to grip the edge, while you stood from the water.

“Need a lil’ help?”

“Oh merciful Seven—” Floyd pretended not to notice how your vocabulary changed in just a few months— “thanks, but how much did you see?”

The fact that you nonchalantly accepted his help, that you didn’t flinch from him, made Floyd’s heart do somersaults and cartwheels. The corners of his lips stretched towards his ears. He squeezed your arm and watched you step out of the fountain.

Water dripped from your uniform, and Floyd observed the droplets fall from your hair and fingertips. He briefly wondered what you’d look like if he dragged you into the sea. Would you be surprised? Would you scream?

Would you laugh and call him an asshole, like what you did earlier?

“What answer do you wanna hear, Shrimpy?” He teased, still grinning and holding your arm. For some reason, Floyd didn’t want to let go.

“The one that doesn’t embarrass me, thanks.” You chuckled, despite the other three freshmen being silent spectators of this interaction. As you thanked him again and flicked the water off your hands, Floyd couldn’t help but grin wider.

Another month passed. After that admittedly hilarious outburst from Azul, you became a regular at Mostro Lounge. You visited during the weekends, even if you were wary at first. You fell into a routine, just as fast as how you picked up on the lingo in Twisted Wonderland.

You walked in during the weekends and stayed for as long as an hour and thirty minutes. (Yes, Floyd kept count.) You’d talk to either Jade or himself, depending on whoever was waiting tables at the time. Azul passed by at times to make sure you were having a good time, obviously to maintain Mostro Lounge’s good reputation. After a few visits, Floyd began to monopolize your attention by literally taking over server duty during the days you visited.

Even if he had to subtly threaten Azul with profit loss via property destruction and sabotage.

“Hey Shrimpy,” Floyd drawled, sitting across from you in one of the booths. It was a slow day today, and all you ordered was a fruit shake. A history book was opened to some page Floyd didn’t care to know. Notes littered your table, and your penmanship occupied his attention a little.

That was, until he grew bored of the sounds of pen scratching paper and the clinking dishes in Mostro Lounge.

“Hm? Yeah, Floyd?” You asked, flipping a page and jotting down something on your notebook. The tall merman pouted, before he reached over and snapped your book shut. Before you could even react, he snatched it away and lifted it far from you.

“I’m boooored. C’mon, play with me!”

Floyd grinned when you stuttered and glared at him. Your reactions always amused him, moreso whenever you were irritated or angry. Something about the way your brows furrowed and your nose scrunched made him want to tease you more. When you began to flail your arms and make animated gestures, that was when he knew you were really fed up.

“You—” You sighed and stood up, trying to reach for the book. Floyd only lifted it higher, and he didn’t even need to stand up. The corner of his lips twitched, while he watched you struggle and stretch to snatch the book back.

“Floyd, give it back! Please? I promise I’ll—”

There was a reason why he always tried to annoy you. You’d always promise him something in the end: treat him to lunch, hang out with him in the Lounge, watch his basketball matches (even if you were there for Crabby, too). It was the only way he could spend time with you without outright asking for it.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. He knew he liked you, and it all began with that incident involving the fountain. Even Jade pointed out the many times Floyd’s face lit up every time you were around. He couldn’t ignore how much his heart pitter-pattered every time he saw you. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t grinning every time he caught sight of you. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him giddy enough to want to throw you over his shoulder and skip class with you.

If he had a choice, he’d drag you to the deepest parts of the sea and keep you to himself.

The book was plucked out of his hand, but your own hands were empty. You owlishly blinked, and so did Floyd. Both of you stilled, until another voice broke through the quiet hustle and bustle of the Lounge.

“It’s not nice to play with the food in front of you, Floyd.” Jade smiled, the kind he usually wore that fooled anyone into thinking he was the safer option between the two brothers. It was still funny to Floyd how everyone gravitated towards Jade, only to realize the jagged teeth behind that fake smile of his.

You took your book from Jade with an awkward smile. “Ah, thanks, even if you said something subtly backhanded…”

“It’s my pleasure, Prefect,” Jade answered, his smile never wavering in that moment. Careful hands gripped the book and slipped it off his gloved one.

Without missing a beat, you set the book aside and asked, “How are you then, Jade? You and Floyd are usually together, but I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The book remained shut, as if you weren’t trying to get it back from Floyd to study earlier. The lazy smile he had dropped into a thin line. His eyes drooped as he watched the conversation between you and his brother. On the other hand, Jade still wore that perfected smile of his with a hand over his heart.

“I’ve been doing fine. Thank you for asking.” Jade hummed before adding, “I found this lovely new specimen—another species of fungi—while on a hike recently. You were interested in mountain hiking and foraging, am I correct?”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed, light like tinkling bells. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous laugh you usually had. Floyd’s chest tightened, and his hands clenched into fists under the table.

Letting your laughter die down, you continued with a smile, “Can I join you next time? If not that, you have terrariums, right? Can I see them some time?”

Your smile was small and practiced. Whenever you smiled, it was always toothy and the corners pushed your cheeks up. Now, it reminded Floyd of a prissy princess who had been sheltered all her life. You smiled like a noble that faced the aristocrats in hopes of a good impression. You smiled like the guests his parents had, trying to curry their favor, while he and Jade grew up.

You solely focused on his brother, as if Floyd wasn’t sitting right in front of you for the last hour. Your book and notes laid forgotten on the table. Condensed droplets began to drip from the glass, and the fruit shake was forgotten as well. Even when the edge of one of your transcripts became wet, you didn’t bother moving it away from the glass.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t.

His eyes flitted towards the smile you had, softened with an emotion he didn’t want to see. Your own eyes appeared brighter, livelier than whenever you were with him. Even when you sat down, your body was angled towards Jade as you leaned on the table with crossed arms.

His mood soured in that instant, and the pitter-patter of his heart dulled into silence.

Floyd scowled, standing from the booth and shoving his hands in his pockets. You jumped a little, while Jade watched him with that carefully crafted smile. He didn’t bother explaining himself. Jade knew already, and he didn’t owe you anything. You’d only take this as Floyd sulking because his brother ruined his fun.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and trudged out of the restaurant with an air of annoyance. Everyone who happened to be in his way immediately skirted around the Leech brother. One wasn’t fast enough, and Floyd’s arm knocked the tray out of the poor student’s hands.

His scowl deepened. He loomed over the terrified boy with his jaw clenched and eyes glinting ominously. The aggravated tone rang clear in his voice when he threatened, “Watch it, or do you want me to squeeze ya, huh?”

The Heartslabyul student silently despaired about his lunch. He was too intimidated and afraid of Floyd to even squeak. The merman left Mostro Lounge with a scowl and his fists in his pockets, like a child throwing a tantrum. He didn’t bother looking over to see your reaction.

Floyd was growing irritated at the thought that you’d give all your attention to Jade. He’d rather not see you make goo-goo eyes at his own brother. He didn’t want to think too much of it. Maybe he’d find something to do; something to get rid of this itch in his chest and fists.

If he couldn’t, then Azul would just have to deal with Crowley later. He wasn’t going to sit in that cramped office and get lectured by a headmaster that preened over his and the academy’s reputation.

As Floyd stomped through the portal that led back to Night Raven College, his thoughts veered towards you and Jade. His mind conjured every memory he had of you: how you perked up every time you saw Jade; how you always asked about him, even if you thought you were subtle about it; how you subconsciously gravitated towards Jade every time he was there—

A pair of Pomefiore students skittered towards the wall as Floyd passed by. A shadow loomed over his scowling face, which accentuated the dips and curve of his mouth. His blood boiled, and his footfalls grew heavier with each step. If he went on like this, Floyd would dig potholes in the corridors with his feet alone.

He always saw your smile brighten and look dainty around Jade. Your laugh grew softer, restrained and freakishly refined. It was as if you deliberately controlled yourself to look more appealing to his brother. It was annoying Floyd more than it should.

He liked you, even when your body tipped back and doubled over from laughing so much. He liked you, even if your laugh sounded like a dying whale. He liked you, even when you snorted so hard that it hurt your nose. He liked you, even when you smacked him on the shoulder out of exasperation. He liked you so much that he was tempted to tickle you in front of Jade—just so he could hear your loud and carefree laugh again.

He wanted all of you, even if you were weak and frail and helpless. He just wanted you.

He already hated how cheesy he sounded, but his heart called out for you with each waking moment. The image of your smile overlapped with his memory of your laugh. Your name was scrawled in his mind, his heart, his lips, his very soul. Floyd already knew it was bad if he was being poetic, sappy, and romantic like Seagull.

So, why’d you like Jade? His brother could care less about you in that sense. Floyd was already annoyed that Jade moved things behind the scenes: making sure that you were alone with Floyd as much as possible. They were brothers, but none of them would ever admit that they cared for each other out loud. That didn’t stop people from thinking Jade was the more capable and reliable brother than Floyd, cunning and mischief aside.

Floyd was the one who helped you out whenever he could. He was the one who spent the most time with you in Mostro Lounge. He was the one who made a beeline towards you every time he saw even a glimpse of your head. He was the one who made you laugh and smile, especially whenever he noticed that you were down in the dumps.

He found himself in the courtyard, and his mood soured more at the sight of the fountain. The memory of you, laughing and sitting like a drenched duck in the water, overlapped with the image. Grumbling, he kicked a pebble off the path and clenched his jaw.

“Ah…” Floyd sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before ruffling the locks on the back of his head. His feet halted right in front of the fountain, with its clear and burbling water. Looking down at his reflection, he saw your face beside his—all smiles and eyes hiding behind your cheeks. His heart felt weird, as if being strangled by some invisible force that Floyd couldn’t punch nor squeeze.

He clicked his tongue and looked away from his reflection. With a frustrated groan, he mumbled to himself, “Why did it have to be Jade, Shrimpy? I’d fight tooth and nail for ya, but it’s Jade.”

With that, Floyd kicked the base of the fountain like a petulant child. A dull crack echoed in the desolate courtyard, before water gushed out of the broken stone. It spilled through the fissure, and Floyd took a step back to keep his shoes from getting drenched.

He frowned again and stalked off to find something else to occupy his time with. The afternoon sun showered the courtyard with a golden glow, which only reminded him of the time the sunlight illuminated your grinning face as you laughed.

“Why’d it have to be you, Prefect?” Floyd mumbled, shoulders sagging and foot kicking another pebble in the way. Maybe, in the near future, he’d get bored and forget about you. His heart wouldn’t do that weird pitter-patter, and his lips wouldn’t twitch into a grin with one look at you. His chest wouldn’t grow fuzzy and warm. He wouldn’t get the urge to run to where you were whenever he wanted to see you—which was every day, honestly.

Floyd hoped he would forget about you, but you were so difficult to forget. He’d never find someone else who captured his interest this much. He’d never find someone who looked so beautiful, even if the noises that left them were unattractive and childish. Even if their smile was too wide to be natural. Even if they were fascinated by him at first sight, rather than scared and intimidated.

No one else would be like you, but you just had to like his brother instead.

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A Long Time Coming

not what i really wanted to post for my comeback buT THIS WAS ALREADY HALF WRITTEN SO I THOUGHT JUST RUN WITH IT!! anyway, i hope you all missed me and i will try to get more writing in, i promise. but for now, here yall go!! kim jennie x reader disclaimer/s : none, mostly floof and a touch of angst if you squint

You think back to your entire life, never once thinking that you'd find yourself in one of the most stereotypical romcom plot trope in the book. Dashing through the airpot, trembling from the cold the rain brought you.

All for her. All for Kim Jennie.

Your entire life was intertwined with hers. Your father had worked closely with her mother during their college years, moving into the same community in New Zealand, both becoming single parents, and above all, had the same wants for their children.

You'd grown up with Jennie, especially with how familiar your parents were with one another. Same daycare, same friend group, same beliefs. It was uncanny how close you two were. You were even aligned to be in the same college, until she announced her intentions to audition for YG Entertainment.

She remembers the argument you two got into.

"You're serious?" You ask as she sits on your bed, trying to reason with you. She could tell from the furrow of your brows and the twitching of your lip just how upset you were. She breathes a sigh, "I just want to follow my own passion, N/n. Not the path our parents paved for us."

You fall back into your desk chair, averting your gaze from your childhood friend, your best friend. Eyes glued to the photo collage she made you during your 15th brithday. Jennie watches your stilled gaze as you stare at your young faces. Standing up to lean over you, placing her hand on yours.

The warmth of her hand sent sparks from your hand to your chest. Brushing the feeling off, you focus on her smile. The brightness radiating from it lighting up every night you slept over, the softness in those cat-like eyes, those soft plush cheeks.

You knew it would be better for her, but damn would you miss her.

"I know it'll be a little different..." She pauses, squeezing your hand gently, "But it'll always be you and me against the world. I could never lose you." The last part only gets past in a breath. Wordlessly, you pull her into a loose embrace. Arms draping around her waist, your head pressed against her chest, "I don't want to lose you either, Jen."

You whisper, silently giving her your blessing to leave as you nuzzle yourself deeper into her. Unbenost to either of you that your father was listening from the door, snacks in hand forgotten.

He watches as Jennie leans down to press her lips to the corner of your hairline, almost missing her saying, "And you'll always have me."

Your father keeps that in mind as you drive her to the airport, watching the tearful goodbye. He keeps it in mind when he watches you fall asleep talking to her. He keeps it in mind when he catches you making out with another woman in your class.

Most of all, he keeps it in mind when Jennie comes back to New Zealand.

"Dad, I was in a meeting. What's up?" You ask, carefully eying your assistant who fends off the angry businessmen. Suddenly, the nerves from the meeting are a distant memory when your father's gruff voice says, "You remember Jennie Kim?"

Your mind goes blank for a minute, previous stress from the meeting fading away as the memories of your first love filling your senses. Each sensation still fresh in your head, on your skin, and in your heart. Your father's words falling on deaf ears.

The last thing you caught before you thank him and tell him you won't be home for dinner is, "She's coming home."

It's been several years since you last saw Jennie, and just around the same time since you two drifted apart. She wasn't your adorable next door neighbor anymore, she was Kim Jennie of Blackpink. While you became a lawyer, choosing a smaller university to stay near home. You were successful and so was she.

But upon hearing her name again, you were a teenager just wanting her to look at you as more than a friend.

Your father and her mother spoke and arranged for a dinner just the four of you when she arrived. You'd planned all your cases around the week she would be in the country in spite of your client's irritability about all of it.

Her arrival date came far sooner than you were emotionally prepared for it. You dressed in your best, picked up flowers, and insisted to your assistant that you could drive to the airport just fine alone.

As you parked, you swallow thickly, placing a hand on your chest in attempts to calm your pounding heart. You take a deep breath and look at the lavish flowers with blue roses, lilac, and hydrangeas before whispering, "She's your best friend, it'll be fine."

Jennie was the same on the plane.

She sorely missed you but it had been years since she saw you. Would you be happy to see her? Would you want to see her? Were you the same? Did you still smile then your cheeks would flush? Do you still scratch at your nails when you got nervous? With how many questions flooded her head, she almost didn’t realize that she was landing.

As she dragged her luggage behind her, she looked around the airport for her mom. A couple minutes to no avail, she pulled her phone out in attempts to call her. A couple rings later, "Jennie! You've touched down, I presume?"

"Yeah-" Before she could say anything more, her mother interjected, "Oh! Then you'll see my surprise for you soon enough!" Jennie's mother exclaimed gleefully. A wave of tiredness washed over her and she sighed, a retort just at the tip of her tongue when someone spoke behind her.

"Jen...?"

The rapper whipped behind her and her eyes widened to a concerning degree.

There you were. Far more cleaned up than when she last saw you. Your tired eyes and loose fitting and dirty sweater evidently missing. In its place was a casual business suit, hair shiny and healthy, your eyes more alert and discerning. Her serious demeanor shattered at the look of you.

A squeal broke from her lips as she wrapped her arms around your neck. Your ears perked up at the contact, before you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Savoring the smell of her vanilla body wash.

Jennie pulled away and looked at you in amazement while you take in every ounce of her. Not much changed, more so she just grew into her features. But regardless, you feel your heart pound harder than when you imagined reuniting with her.

"I uh..." You trail off awkwardly, only raising the flowers up to her. Like a child giving a gift to their first crush. Well, when it came to Jennie it was pretty much the same feeling. She smiles warmly at you before taking the bouquet in your hands, "Thank you, N/n. I love them." Her hand finding purchase on your arm.

A nervous laugh falls from your lips as you say, "The florist I terrorized for an hour will be very happy to hear that you liked them." Jennie looks up at you with an adoring glaze in her eyes. The smile on her face leaves you breathless and you grin like a child, slipping your hand onto the handle of her luggage, briefly brushing with her hand.

Jennie, trying to mask the flush on her cheeks, looks down. She sees how much you've changed from when she last saw you, just a teenager with their whole future ahead of them. It was odd, but comforting. You'd grown up to all that you strived for, she'd read up on some of the cases you've handled when she had down time. It filled her with an inexplicable amount of pride.

But she also couldn't tell if you would still want her around.

But then, her eyes fall down to your nailbeds and smiles, faint white lines. Maybe you weren’t too different from the Y/n she grew up with.

Once you were both hauled into your car, once again she'd felt like you've reached a point in your life where you have it figured out. A shiny and sleek black car that just oozed class and sophistication. It overwhelmed her to an nth degree.

The only thing keeping you grounded in her mind was the picked at nails you had, a sliver of what made her believe you were still the one she looked up to. The one she looked for in every friend she ever had...in every relationship she'd ever had.

You on the other hand, were just praying that your sweat wouldn't seep through your suit jacket. The anxiety of having her eyes on you weighed on you so heavily. The silence didn't help either.

You open your mouth to speak, but it shuts before anything substantial or just about anything came out. From the corner of your eye, you see Jennie smile before finally easing into the seat, gaze still locked on you.

"You really made something of yourself, N/n." She pauses as you shift the gears into drive and pull out of the slot you were in. You laugh gently at her statement, stealing brief glances, "You're one to talk, miss Jennie Kim of one of the world's biggest girl groups."

"Hope that's not all you think of me..." Jennie pouts before crossing her arms playfully, your smile softens as you lean over and pull her arms out of their position. Smoothly taking her hand in yours, in spite of yourself. Your heart catches up with the action but by this point it's too late, her fingers lace comfortably with yours.

You clear your throat and reply, "Of course that's not all I think of you..." I think of you as the first person I've ever had feelings like this for...maybe even the only one. You think to yourself.

Jennie stares at you expectantly, "You're extraordinary on stage, but nothing beats the memory of you and I just kicking back in my room with a cheesy sit-com on our off-brand cellphones on a crappy pirating site." You both laugh before you continue, stopping at a red light and looking over at her. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I see you as I always have..."

Pausing to find the right words to say to her as Jennie waits with bated breathe. Her mind and pulse rushing at a million miles a minute. You smile goofily at her, "I see you as the amazing, smart, gorgeous girl who took a chance on her soft-spoken neighbor."

The air around you both is thick and your eyes unconsciously flick down to her lips. Jennie is shocked and is left frozen. Realizing yourself, you clear your throat and pull a forced and dry laugh. "But that's not of course without the drawback of your hair literally being all over the place, on top of your obsession with keeping everything tidy!"

Jennie is pulled out of her adoration and howls out laughing, "Shut up!"

"I swear, one or two of my jackets being left on the floor leads to a whole fuckin spring cleaning moment!" You retort as the light turns green. The rapper beside you rolls her eyes and scoffs.

"Please, if it were just one jacket as you claim, why could I not walk in your room without accidentally stepping on a clean t-shirt."

The rest of the car ride went without a hitch, falling back into your old conversations, her telling you interesting stories of the idols she socializes with, and you whining about the demanding partners and clients you have.

Before you knew it, you were at the curb of your childhood home.

You and Jennie stepped into your home, a sense of familiarity filled the rapper. She breathed in the scent of lavender and sandalwood, the only candle your father ever lit. 'Added a touch of class' he would always say. Your hand wrapped around her waist, making her jump out of nostalgia.

"Jen, I'm just going to grab your bag. Make yourself at home." You say quickly before ducking out the door again, leaving her with a hot flush on her cheeks. Damn feelings, she thinks to herself.

"Jennie Kim! It's been far too long." Your father calls from the door of your kitchen. She smiles warmly at him before jogging over to him and accepting his embrace. He pulls away, ruffling her hair. "You gotta come around more often, kid."

You grunt as you lift Jennie's luggage to the first step of your staircase. Proud of yourself you turn to see Mama Kim smiling at you, "N/n, dearest!"

"Mama Kim!" You cry happily before enveloping her in a warm and tight embrace. She chuckles and pats your arm affectionately and as you pull away, she slaps it gently. You feign distress before she says to you with playful anger, "I've been in the country for weeks and it takes me running into your dad for me to see you."

You chuckle softly before bowing your head respectfully, "Some partners just keeping my hands full."

Jennie's mother smiles deviously, the idol must've picked it up from her. "Speaking of partners keeping your hands full, ever going to woman up and tell my daughter how you feel?" Your eyes bulge as she says this.

"I swear to God, did dad tell you anything?" You ask, embarrassment pumping through your veins. She simply hums and bumps your shoulder with a childlike pout. "Like you could ever hide anything from me. Remember when I caught you sneaking in after curfew."

You eye the older woman cautiously, her eyes glued to her daughter and your father. A soft expression falls onto her face before she looks up to you. "I know how happy she makes you. You don't buy bouquets like that for someone you don't care for." Mama Kim nods over to the flowers atop Jennie's purse.

You blush thinking back to when you bought the arrangement, being so meticulous and seeking the perfect flowers to give to your childhood best friend whom you haven't seen nor spoken to in 9 years. You clear your throat as Jennie looks over at you both, eyes disappearing as her smile brightened.

"I just want everything to be up to her standard." You whisper as she closely approaches. Her mother, still looking at you mutters, "Is it what she wants though?"

With that Mama Kim walks up to her daughter, giving her a tight squeeze while you walk over to your father who was still leaning up against the door frame of the kitchen. Two bottles of beer in hand, he hands one over to you. "She looks good."

You cringe as you take a sip, "Creepy, dad." But you both laugh, before you look to the two other women in the living room looking at old memorabilia. "You are right though...those YG cameras have nothing on how she looks in real life."

There's a lull, you two sip your alcohol quietly waiting for the oven to ding for dinner. You hear your father chuckle beside you, "And that is one hell of a bouquet, Y/n."

"Shut up, dad." Your dad sputters laughing when the oven dings. You grin to yourself and walk into the kitchen, "Dinner time!"

Dinner was filled with laughter and one too many drinks. All the while you couldn't keep your eyes off Jennie. You knew even when you two were kids that she was gorgeous and that that gummy smile lit up anything and everything. She was an enigma...and she still was.

You both stumbled into your bedroom, tipsy from the evening's drinks. Laughter echoing the hall followed by shushing from one another, given your father was asleep on the couch and her mother in the guest bedroom.

Once Jennie gains her composure, she looks around your room. "Not much changed around here since I was last here, huh?" She asks as you plop down on your bed. You hum softly as she continues to walk around the room, everything was meticulously kept. Even the stack of papers was kept tidy and organized. But something out of the corner of her eye piqued her interest.

"No." The rapper gasps before bolting to your shelf, there sat a Blackpink album beside her solo album. Jennie marvels at them for a second, dust had collected atop both of them but they hadn't lost their sheen. "You big fucking nerd!"

You groan and smile before you lift your head up, mind returning once you saw what she had in her hands. "You have my albums?!" She makes out of her laughter.

You grin sheepishly before sitting up to remove your jacket, "Don't make a big deal of it, Kim. I happen to be very in touch with music, not just yours." Trying to brush her off.

Without saying another word, Jennie returns your mini-collection to the shelf, and jumps onto you. You grunt as she lays flat on top of you. "Did your bed get lumpier or is it just me?"

You laugh breathlessly, "I will throw up if you crush me like this."

There's a silence for a moment, it lingers before she rolls over her eyes meeting yours. Eyes droopier but still so bright, it sends a wave of warmth through your chest. You stroke the back of her hair lovingly, weaving your fingers through her soft locks. "I don't think I've told you just how much I missed you, Jen."

She nods and lays her head flat on your chest, nuzzling deep into your shirt. You continue, "I wanted to reach out, but I never knew what to say or I was scared I'd say the wrong thing."

"You could never say the wrong thing, N/n." Her voice childlike and faint. You knew full well how hard your heart was beating and you just knew that she could hear it too. You press your nose atop her head, savoring the moment before your lips meet the soft skin of her forehead. "I almost did, so many times...I've almost told you that I-"

A soft snore.

You shift your gaze from the ceiling to the woman on your chest, sound asleep. You smile and lay another soft kiss on her forehead, "I love you, Jennie."

After that night, you noticed that Jennie had become more clingy. The morning after while you were cooking breakfast, she was seated on the counter, feeding you freshly cut fruit as you cooked. The next day while you were walking around in the New Zealand heat, she took the time to pat your forehead dry while your arms were interlocked.

Finding new ways to make each other smile and reminiscing on the days when all you had to worry about was a paper due at the end of the week. Now, you had jobs, she had crazy fans, and there was so much pressure on both your backs to do well by your clients and her audience.

"You get me, you just get me." Jennie says before she takes another lick of her ice cream. You two had found a nice shady tree with only a few onlookers in the middle of a serene park. You lay on her lap as she talks about how demanding her company is. Photoshoots, video shoots, promotional appearances, all of it. "Trust me, I know a thing or two about that, the people in my law firm suck." You whine.

Jennie laughs, brushing your baby hairs back with a thoughtful look on her face, "They can't be all bad."

You look up at her, catching her eye, giving her a small wistful smile, "They aren't you."

Jennie's eyes widen before she nervously laughs and crushes what's left of her ice cream on your forehead. You gasp and shoot up pulling the sticky substance from your skin, "You're fucking dead, Kim!" You yell before she squeals and runs around the tree.

Her laughter makes her breathe catch before she leans up against the tree, holding her hand out in defense. "Y/n, I call truce, please?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You stuck a cone of ice cream on my head."

"I made you a unicorn." She retorts with that damn gummy smile on her face. Before you can catch yourself, your hands press against the rough bark of the tree behind her. The smile on her face falters and you feel a twinge of hesitation in your chest. But before you can take a step back, her hand finds its way to the back of your neck. Brushing the hair away and scratches the skin right below your hairline.

She'd done it since you were kids.

Your gaze falls onto her lips, pink, hints of the strawberry ice cream left on her. You wonder if that's what it would taste like if you'd kissed her, like you dreamed of since you were 15. Jennie gently, oh so gently, pulled you closer. "You know, you should really be careful what you confess when you think someone's asleep."

A dry chuckle falls from your lips, "I knew it," You pause, just looking at her in all her glory. No make-up, no stage lights, no big crowd screaming her name. But she still blew you away. Finally, you finish, "I meant it."

Her smile grows twice as wide and you lean forward, your lips ghosting hers before her phone goes off. You hear her curse under her breath before pulling it out of her pocket, leaving you rather awkward.

Jennie answers in the phone in Korean, her brows crease instantly. She's seemingly arguing with whoever's on the other end before her hand balls into a fist behind your neck. Practically fuming, she nods and hangs up. You'd pulled away a bit to give her room to speak, but she turns her attention back to you before she says, "It was my manager, apparently they'd booked me for something this Friday."

"But your going back on Friday?" You return.

The rapper nods but continues to say, "Yeah, but there's preparation, fittings, video shoots to promote that I'll be in attendance." She breathes a frustrated sigh, before her eyes loose their spark, "I'm flying back tonight..."

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Jennie, packing everything away into her suitcase. Making sure everything was packed. Her mom stopped by to bid her goodbye and that they would have dinner when she was in South Korea again.

"Now or never, N/n." Mama Kim whispered to you while she held you in her embrace. "If I hear from my daughter that you did nothing now, I will hunt you down."

You smile and nod. After that moment in the park, you knew it was about time. Your dad called a cab and you two waited on the curbside, a comfortable yet, as paradoxical as it was, uncomfortable silence. You knew what you wanted to say, you know you should explain, and she does too.

But the words just feel like they'd fall flat.

A car pulls up and Jennie takes her bag to the trunk, thanking the driver before turning back to you. "I'm sorry I had to leave, I know you moved everything around to be able to spend time with me."

"It's no worries...Just maybe don't wait a decade to come back?" You joke to which she slaps your arm gently. She smiles up at you. Your heart is hammering again. You want to say something, you should; but all you do is open your arms to her.

Jennie steps into your warm embrace and nuzzles herself into your neck. Leaving a light kiss as she did.

Your arms around her tighten as her taxi waits on the curb, honking impatiently. She should go, you know it but as the beat of your heart echoes loudly in your ears you need to do it. The urge fills you as you pull away.

Everything slows, you pull the mask over her lips down slowly. The idea of her rejecting you terrifies you further, hands shaking, heart pounding, blood rushing through your body quickly and you feel warm in spite of the cold winter air flowing around both of you.

Your foreheads press briefly together as your eyes maintain steady eye contact, as if she were giving you her final permission. With a grin on both your faces, you lean in and your lips press together for the first time.

A long time waiting, but you can’t help the smile that breaks onto your face as time returns. It was short, but it was everything you'd ever wanted since you were just kids in your bedroom dreaming of the future.

Jennie pulls away with a gummy smile on her face, you mirror the smile on her face as you cup her cheeks lovingly. Your lips littering pecks across her face as she giggles as her hand finds yours.

"I can't believe I'm leaving now." Jennie says, a pout forming on her lips. You chuckle, thumb reaching back to stroke the back of her hand. "Neither can I."

You lean down, pecking her lips again, longer than the first time. "But if you think I'm waiting for the next time you're here for a kiss like that, you're dead wrong."

The rapper giggles again, before another honk pops the bubble around you both. Reluctantly, Jennie pulls away, her hand loosely locked with yours as she gives you a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon then?" She asks, hopeful.

You can't resist the teen-like giddiness running through your body, lifting her hand to your lips. Paying particular attention to her ring finger, your pulse hammering as you look up into her dark brown eyes. "It's a date."

Before she can cancel all her schedules for the coming week, she pulls your hand away and opens the door to the car. Turning back briefly to look at you standing with your hands in your pockets, a goofy smile on your face. "I'll call you before I board."

"And when you land?" You ask.

"And every night after." She replies before slipping into the car.

You smile at her through the car window, cheeks sore from all of it. Even though you know she can't hear you, you say, "I'll be waiting."

Jennie sinks into the seat with a dreamy sigh. The driver of the car looks into the rearview mirror, seeing the wispy look on Jennie's face and you folding out of what he assumes is delight. He smiles before saying, "Must be someone amazing to get you smiling that way, ma'am."

She's taken aback for a moment, but her shock melts into a warm smile, too giddy to push the question away.

"Yeah, but it has been a long time coming."

this was far longer than i had initially wanted BUT i quite like how it came out, the parents were a little janky and i feel like a lot of the parts are OOC but still, as a story i quite liked it HAHAHAH i was typing this on my bed so my back really, really hurts rn i hope you lovelies missed me a bit and i will try to continue to bring you guys the content you deserve. i love you all so much and i'll see you all vv soon!! - r

#blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink x reader #blackpink fluff #blackpink scenarios #blackpink jennie #kim jennie #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie imagines #jennie fluff #jennie reactions #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol imagines #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #purecantarella

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sm-baby · 3 months

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I remember the even older days.....the days before even the minecraft.....the days of.....a certain game related to a tale of the under if you catch my drift....

Fr though, it's been really nice seeing you grow and change in what you draw :)

G O D... the old delarune blog .. G O D..

its so wild to see people still know so much of my old work... oh my gee... I love you all so much... for those who've known me for that long, YALL ARE MY ELDEST CHILDREN!! And I want to give you all a hug!! YOU ARE AWESOME AND I HOPE YOUR DAYS ARE GOING WELL !!

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After thinking a lot I decided to ask a question. I'd like to know how the boys from SWWSDJ, Dachabo, and The Groom of Gallagher Mansion would react if MC ended up confessing that she's a virgin while they're about to be intimate. (I personally bet a lot that the person who will be most excited and stunned by the information is Bo, and maybe Jack too)

Sorry for any mistakes in English, I confess I used Google Translate :"D

No worries my friend :) I'm just happy to finally get a request after so long. And remember to other readers, don't be afraid to ask for requests from me. Hope yall like it!

SWWSDJ, Tgogm, and Dachabo boys reaction to you being a virgin

TW:implied sexual themes, a bit of swears here and there, and virginity. If you are uncomfortable with the following content, pls leave immediately.

Jack: Jack was honestly kinda glad you were a virgin. To him, it meant you haven't been hanky pankied yet (I could resist saying that XD) So he gets allll the goodies to himself, but he ask you first if your seriously ok with going at it with him.

Ian: This Christian boy was honestly not at all shocked. He knew you were a virgin since yall first met(if I'm wrong pls tell me :')) so he's perfectly aware that you're inexperienced, hell he is too. So basically, yall are winging this

Nick: Considering he's an adult film actor, he's not at all concerned about you being a virgin. Since you're inexperienced, he'll guide you through the way of hankypanky. He'll take it slow with you so he doesn't hurt you.

Shaun: Now, I feel like Shaun would just be a confused boi. like, how did someone like you not get head yet??? Your gorgeous! But he's honestly excited to have a new canvas to paint on if you catch my drift *wink wink ;)* but he's overall excited.

Bo: This dog is ready to plow the fields I swear- this son of a bitch really said fuk virginity, I'm plowing through them like a tractor. Bo is just horny one way or another, so he's hella excited to get a mate all to himself who hasn't been yoinked yet.

Taylor: Poor guy got so confused and flustered. He was a confused mess of a boi. He thought you already your virginity yoinked before, apparently not. He'd immediately resort to asking if your seriously ok with doing it with him. He just loves you so damn much (my precious baby I luv him-)

Elias:Sweet baby boy is so embarrassed to the point that he accidentally gets a noise bleed. He's being bedridden for like the entirety of his living life so of course He's as inexperienced as you are. But you'll probably be the one to guide him through it since in college or previous schools you've probably been to sex Ed. Poor baby don't know the best :')

Anyways, that's the headcanons. I hope you like them!

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #taylor potts #elias gallaghar #shaun sdj #nick sdj #dachabo #sOphi4br

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lust4lore · 4 months

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LETS GET RUMBLING FOR MY BOY JOE!! - taylor anon

- he would adore a gf who has a more humanities centered career path!! he has an interest in engineering, and i think he would love somebody (and he is shown that he does) he has a different, possibly less methodical view on the world than him. somebody a little softer around the edges you know?

- speaking of which, i don’t think he would care about how outgoing you are when it comes to dating. he likes an outgoing partner as they’re open and more outeardly exciting, but a more introverted one he would appreciate your subtle reactions to being with him and the quiet moments more. the biggest difference would be that it might take longer for him to get with a whiter partner depending on his confidence level

- ARTIST GF ARTIST GF ARTIST GF!! would you row you out to legit anywhere so you can get the perfect view to sketch. no complaints. and if you draw him?? you two will be married by the end of the week

- firm believer he would leave his sweaters/shirts behind wherever you live in hopes of you wearing them. this man would genuinely LOSE HIS MIND if he snuck by in the middle of the night and realized you were sleeping in his clothes. as that one tik tok audio goes, ‘rest in piece to all the soldiers that died in the service, i died in her cervix’. you catch my drift

- i think he would become a huge flirt after yall get together! like more open compliments, flirty jokes? etc. biggest thing is i think if he’s over at your place late and you tell him you need to get changed is that he’ll grab a chair, turn it towards you, get comfy, and say something about how this was supposed to be the best view in seattle.

WE ARE RUMBLING 🥁🥁🥁🥁 P.S. if you don’t start writing for him i might just die a little bit

THE SHIRTS AND THE FLIRTING WOOOAOOAOAOAOAOOAOOOOOO. i also totally agree with the softer!gf thing because he gives soooo *tucks hair behind your ear and puts a flower there while smiling at you like he didn’t just make your heart skip a few beats* vibe

HE WOULD ALSO DEF STARE AT YOU WHILE YOURE SKETCHING AND YOU TURN TO LOOK AT HIM LIKE ‘what are you looking at?’ AND HE JUST LAUGHS QUIETLY AND SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SAYS ‘nothing, keep drawing’ AND GOES RIGHT BACK TO STARING AT YOU LIKE YOURE THE MOST INTERESTING THING TO EXIST

can i also take this moment to say that he’s such a ‘the thumb thing’ guy. like, he’s holding your hand? his thumb is running against the back of your hand. arm around your shoulder? mhm, his thumb is rubbing that too. holding your face? he’s stroking your cheek bone. he does it absentmindedly but he likes the way it makes your breath hitch.

#i’m in love #𓇼 seaside chats #joe rantz #callum turner #the boys in the boat

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rrenzwrld · 6 months

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if you catch my drift II

i added on to this.. a lot so here’s another part! read the first part here

The end of the week rolled around and it was Friday. Luckily, Sasha hadn’t mentioned Reiner this whole week up until now.

“Bae, I have an idea.” When Sasha started off anything by calling you “bae”, you knew she was up to trouble.

“Hm?”

“We’re going to the football game tonight.” And there it goes.

“What? Why?” It’s not like you had anything to do, you just wanted to get some studying in while you had no classes or anything.

“So you can actually see Reiner play. And didn’t I tell you that yall were gonna get together? I meant that.” You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled in frustration.

“Sasha.. it’s not that serious.”

“It is, it is that serious. You’re missing out on love and it’s disgusting,” She went over to your side of the room to rummage through your closet and drawers. “Ouuu you got some hoe stuff in here—“

“Sasha, can you not? I don’t even feel like going out tonight.” Especially if that meant only going out to have a chance at embarrassing yourself in front of your crush. Yeah, you were good on that.

After a bit of searching, Sasha finally found an outfit for you to wear

Which wasn’t that bad at all because you thought she was gonna pull out something a lot more revealing. Once you did all you needed to do to get ready, you and Sasha prepared to leave.

“Are you excited?” You didn’t know if it was excitement or just plain nerves with the way your belly did somersaults inside of you. Because what if you did get to talk to Reiner tonight? What if you ruin the interaction by being awkward or weird? What if you push him away? What if he pushes you away? All kinds of things went through your head.

“I guess…”

You saw Sasha roll her eyes. “Y/n, you gotta give me something to work with here! I can’t play matchmaker if you being miss grumpy grump.” She pouted.

“I’m sorry, Sash. I just really don’t wanna get my hopes up if nothing—“

“We’re here! And we early too? C’mon.” You felt like the car was barely parked the way Sasha got out so fast. The stands still had a decent amount of people and the line for tickets were long so you don’t know how early Sasha thought you were.

“Um, Sash?” She hummed as she stood happily in line beside you. “How early are we?” She checked her apple watch.

“15 minutes. Better than being late or we’d never get in.”

When you two did eventually get in, it was easy to enjoy the game even if you didn’t completely understand what was going on. Although you were cheering whenever everyone else cheered, it was a nice experience for your first game. And it became really easy when you finally found Reiner’s jersey number so your eyes were glued to his figure for the night. From the time you first saw him on the field, until the game was over.

“You see your bae?” Sasha teased as the two of you made your way down the stands.

“My bae? Now you reaching…”

“I’m telling you, it’s going to happen like you can’t run anymore at this point.” You loved her enthusiasm but you really didn’t feel comfortable having as much confidence as she did.

She held your hand and lead you to the gate in front of the stands and you saw that the players were still on the field.

“Sasha… the fuck we standing here for?” All she did was look at you and smile happily. You would’ve left but she was your ride so you just had to bare whatever shit she had for you.

“Reiner!” Sasha yelled so that not only Reiner heard, but the entire team heard and made them all turn around in curiosity. She continued calling his name until he began to walk over. You started to walk away from Sasha as Reiner got closer to the gate.

“Y/n! Where are you going? You can’t run anymore.” She whispered as she brought you back. The sad part was that she was right, you couldn’t run anymore even if you wanted to. Sasha was gonna make sure of it.

“Hey~ we just wanted to say that you played so good tonight.” You tried to be polite and hold eye contact but it just wasn’t happening.

“Yeah? Thank you..” But you weren’t the only one with wandering eyes. Sasha noticed the tension and made up some lie on the spot. She walked away from you two, pretending to answer her phone for an important call. You looked up into Reiner’s eyes for a second but you didn’t know what you wanted your eyes to say. Reiner didn’t know what he wanted his to say either.

“Hey, boo…” Sasha walked back over. “Something came up so I won’t be able to take you home…” She winced in advance, knowing you were about to blow up.

“The fuck you mean you can’t take me home? You made me come to this fuck ass game and you’re just gonna leave?” Maybe Sasha knew what she was doing, maybe she didn’t but she was taking a risk for you that you’d realize later.

Reiner jumped over the fence. “It’s cool, I’ll take you back ,” Sasha could almost smile. “If you don’t mind ridin’ sweaty.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n..” You rolled your eyes in response as you watched Sasha hurry away into the darkness like she actually had somewhere to be.

You and Reiner were left standing awkwardly before one another until Reiner broke the uncomfortable silence. “I’m gonna go, uh.. get my things. Wait here.” You watched him as he left to wherever to go get his stuff. You were thinking that maybe it was a good idea that you and your crush were left together but the biggest part of you knew that nothing would come of it. To you, Reiner was doing nothing but a good deed when he could’ve left you to fend for yourself.

#aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #reiner x y/n #reiner x black reader #reiner braun x black reader #college au #college athlete au

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fushic0re · 1 year

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─ 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇

𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ❞𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬❞ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you and lloyd’s fights are…intense.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. DARK THEMES. rough sex. knife play. consensual hitting. blood play. pussy spanking. degradation. possessive behavior. spitting. physical violence & threats of violence. yall know the drill, these 2 are literally insane and their relationship isn't ideal in the slightest.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — the relationship dynamics between lloyd and reader in this series are not for the faint of heart. they’re not a cute couple. realistically speaking, their relationship can hardly be considered healthy. if that kind of dynamic is not for you, this is your sign to exit this fic. heed the warnings and understand that you are responsible for what you read. for a heightened and ✨ spicier ✨ experience, read while listening to “teeth” by 5sos slow + reverb.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

DINNER WAS TENSE as you and your fiancée sat opposite each other, the pair of you opting to occupy both heads of the table of the grand dining table rather than next to each other.

Fed up with Lloyd’s bullshit, you were fixated on ignoring him for the rest of the night. All you wanted to do was have a nice meal, a long bubble bath, and the California king bed in your master bedroom at your complete reign. Lloyd could sleep with the goddamn roaches for all you cared. Every now and then, the harsh clench of his jaw as he aggressively chewed and glared at you would catch your eye. You remained unmoved, your mood lightening as your hunger began to subside.

Once your plate was clean, you made your presence scarce, heading straight up to your bedroom. Humming to yourself, you flittered around the premise as you prepared for your night; removing your clothes, jewelry, and makeup while waiting for the tub to fill up. Like a kid in a candy store, you picked out your favorite Epsom salts, bubble bath, and a couple of essential oils and got to concocting your dream bath potion. When all was said and done, you finally sunk into the steaming water with a deep exhale of relief. Closing your eyes, you allowed your mind to drift into a state of ataraxis, hoping the essential oils would soothe the headache your fiancé had caused you.

They say when you think of the devil, we will appear. He did just as that the second his angered face danced through your thoughts.

“Stop fucking ignoring me.” Lloyd commanded, marching loudly into your ensuite.

You huffed sharply, turning around in the tub so that your back was to him. He didn’t appreciate the gesture in the slightest. Within the next couple of seconds, Lloyd had made his way around the tub, standing behind you with a ring clad hand wrapped around your damp throat.

“I could drown you right here. Right now. Leave your pretty body to the vultures and replace you with some other little whore who doesn’t dismiss me like I’m some cuck.” He growled into your ear. “You wanna ignore me? I’ll pretend like you never even existed to me.”

You scoffed.

“You won’t get rid of me. You can’t. You need me, you breathe me.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t need anyone.”

“Then why am I still alive shit talking you, Hansen?”

The chord in him snapped. Lloyd hauled you up out of the tub by your jugular. You countered his rebuttal with viper like speed, reaching for a glass decanter and striking him with it. Trillions of tiny crystalline pieces adorned the ground as the glass shattered. Crimson drizzled from his temple down the side of his face, curling around his jaw before soaking the collar of his shirt.

“You’re ruining my bubble bath!” You shrieked angrily, attempting to free yourself from his grip and sink back into the water.

If he knew he was bleeding or was lightly concussed, he didn’t show it. Instead, Lloyd grabbed you by your shoulders and violently shook your naked form as he spoke.

“And you have ruined my entire day with your insufferableness, you dumb fucking brat!”

You cranked your head back before bashing your skull into his. It disoriented him momentarily. He took a moment to gather himself, shaking his head and reorienting his center. A wicked stretched across his loathsomely handsome face from ear to ear.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Like the complete heathen he was, he carelessly tossed your body over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. The marble tiles and his clothes were soaked, but it didn’t phase him. You thrashed wildly in his hold, screaming like a banshee.

“I said leave me alo—”

Your words were cut short when your body was slammed on the bed and you were met with a sharp slap to your cheek. His body loomed over you like a predator would its prey, clutching your face harshly and squeezing your cheeks together while you looked up at him with wide, inferno eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess. You know you like it—”

It was your turn to interrupt him with a wad of spit to his face.

Lloyd shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he wiped your saliva away with the back of his hand. His grin widened.

“Baby,” He began. His candy coated words were seemingly sweet, but anyone with a brain could see the venom oozing out of them. “Daddy doesn’t wanna fight with you.”

He reached into the back of his pocket and fished out a knife, the twin to yours. Its blade shimmered as the twinkly lights of the diamond chandelier ahead of you bounced off of it.

“So, I’m going to give you a couple chances because I love you. That’s what we do for the people we love, hmm?”

He brought the knife closer to you, tapping the flat side of its tip against your lips.

“We’ll leave this face alone though. It’s too precious.” He cooed. “Now, love of my life…”

Llyod leisurely trailed the knife from the skin of your neck, down to your torso in between your breasts. Its sharp edge just barely kissed your flesh, drawing the thinnest line of blood. Your fire didn’t die. Despite that, you continued to glare into his cold eyes defiantly.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

Testing his patience, you remained silent. You wanted to push him to the edge and watch him lose his shit. And just as he thought he was the one in control, you wanted to be the one to force him back into subordination. Lloyd’s muscles relaxed as he mistook your silence for cooperation. His guard was slowly dropping.

Hook, line, and sinker.

A tiny giggle escaped your lips. It escalated into full maniac laughter in the span of seconds.

“Fuck you.”

Before he could blink, his knife was in your grasp and his back was hitting the mattress of your California king. It was now his throat that his own blade was pressed against, your body straddling his. For a split second, Lloyd wanted nothing more than to flip you over and make love to you until the sunset came up. You were gorgeous when you were like this; bare for him in more ways than one. He loved when you bore his soul to him, letting the pure madness that resided deep inside you out to play.

“You sure talk a lot for the only person bleeding right now.” You snarled, applying pressure to the blade and drawing more blood.

Lloyd chuckled, raising his hips slightly off the bed and firmly pressing his arousal against your unclothed core. The roughness of his pants against your clit nearly made you cave in. You loved the man, there was nothing you wanted him than to kiss him breathless, but he drove you insane. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. Not only could you adore him without any boundaries, but he was able to root up the deepest, darkest emotions you had ever felt in your life.

“This feels like a repeat of the first time we met. You tried to kill me.” Lloyd purred, grinding against you at an agonizingly tantalizing pace. It made you dizzy, your lids dropping down along with your walls.

He took the opportunity to take back the knife and sit up, nuzzling his face into your neck. He nosed the wound he created.

“I knew I’d do anything for you the second you held that gun to my head. That if I died right then and there, my last thought would be of you without a single regret. You knew that. You knew I’d follow you to the ends of this earth on my hands and knees no matter what. That’s why you keep me around.”

The blade once again made itself at home between your breasts. This time, Lloyd didn’t hold back. Swiftly, he sliced your flesh. Seconds after. He reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled you against his body; flesh to flesh. Your blood smeared against his alabaster chest.

“But let me remind you, sweetheart. If I bleed, you bleed with me.”

Lloyd’s lips attacked your throat, his tongue lapping against at the lesion he created there. You gasped at the initial sting, the muscle feeling rough against the newly formed lesion. Soon, however, his ministrations began to soothe you. Giving in finally, you began to grind against him. The action caused Lloyd’s reverie to splinter. Before you could blink, the man had flipped you over onto all fours. He kneed behind you, undoing his belt and taking off the rest of his clothing. You knew you were in for it when you heard him expeditiously slip his belt from the belt loops of his pants. Expertly, he wrapped the strip of leather around your throat and fastened it. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was tight enough to remind you of your place. The mere thought humored you.

“You’re going soft on me, bub—”

Your remark was rudely cut off when Lloyd yanked the tail end of the belt. Your spine was arched so hard it was almost unnatural. He drew himself closer to you, cradling the underside of your jaw affectionately before retreating his hand in between your thighs. Your head was cupped in his large palm.

“I’ll still break your fucking jaw.” His hand dipped in between your legs, meaty fingers dipping into your entrance and swirling around in your wetness. He massaged your clit in slow circles before withdrawing and placing an acute spank on your core. You yelped as one followed another in meteoric succession.

“You have pissed. Me. Off.” Lloyd seethed, landing a couple more slaps to your core before reaching in between his legs and gripping his cock. “You and that stupid, uppity fucking attitude of yours.”

He drove into you with one long thrust. You cried out loudly as you tossed your head back, not even recognizing your own voice as it left your body. Lloyd wasted no time, pistoning into you with so much force that your body was almost knocked over save for the length of his belt tugging you upright once more. His pace was rapid, barely giving you time to process when he was inside of you before he was retreating from your heat again. Lloyd wasn’t exactly the softest lover. Even when he was making love to you rather than just fucking you, he was still rough and possessive. You were used to marks on your skin and soreness between your legs as a result of your trysts. But this? He had never been this feral. A slither of you was fearful that this wasn’t the extent of his cruelty – that you had completely and utterly exasperated every ounce of mercy he had to give. But that part was just small enough to excite you.

“Do it.” You breathed. “Hurt me. I w-want—”

The words couldn’t leave your mouth, your brain only able to form wanton sounds of pleasure. He breathlessly cackled from behind you, planting a sloppy smooch on your heated cheek dewy with perspiration.

“I fucking love you. You were made for me. Say it. Use your dumb baby brain, and tell me you belong to me or I’ll fucking end you right here.” He growled in your ear.

“I love you!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes welling up with tears as the pleasure became too intense. “I love you, I n-need you, p-please...”

Your sentence trailed off as you panted wildly, your beloved’s pace and vigor unfaltering. You felt the stickiness of your blood on his chest as he pressed his flesh against your back, the sensation causing your eyes to roll backward. Lloyd kissed away your tears as they slid down your cheeks, chuckling lowly and sadistically.

“I love being the only person to see you like this. Submissive. Weak. At my mercy What would everyone think if they knew the person they feared the most could be taken down with something as simple as cock?” He taunted.

For once, you had nothing to say. You only mewled indecently, gripping Lloyd’s forearms, your manicured nails penetrating his skin and drawing tiny half moons of blood. Your reverie reached its peak as your walls fluttered around his length before unclenching compactly. All strength left your body as your orgasm sent you into a frenzied state of lust. Lloyd did nothing as you fell flat against the mattress, fisting the sheets in your palms as he fucked you through your high.

His large hands fell to your hips.

“You can give me another one, hmm, sweet girl? Give daddy another one, baby, make me cum,” Lloyd moaned lowly, his eyes closed, and his lips parted as he sloppily thrusted away.

You began to squirm as another orgasm rapidly approached. Lloyd cursed loudly before the first rope of cum was shot into you. His body crashed down on top of yours, hips still moving on their own accord as he pumped every last drop of his spent into your core. You hummed in content, basking in his warmth. You reached up with one arm, grasping the back of his neck and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He practically purred your affection, leaning down to litter butterfly kisses across the span of your naked back. There was a peaceful silence as the two of you caught your breath, your bodies coming down from the wear and tear of your activities. It wasn’t until Lloyd cupped your face gently and turned it towards him that you realized that time had indeed passed.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered earnestly.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and placed a loving kiss upon his awaiting lips.

“No, I am.” You lamented. “I forgot what we were even fighting about.”

He chuckled, nosing your shoulder affectionately.

“That means I did my job well.”

Snorting, you flicked his forehead. He chuffed aggravatedly.

“Has my head not suffered enough damage today? You literally headbutted me and hit me with a vase! Why the fuck would you do that, woman?!”

You soothed the spot with a kiss.

“You owe me a new vase.”

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Gaymers Unite Again

I split Gaymers Unite into two parts cause I wanted to write the Drowning chapter before I finished this, so here's the rest. Also I didn't edit this one because I didn't feel like it, will probably edit later though if the urge strikes me. @itsagrimm You asked to be tagged if anyone used your German translations for Konig so here ya go :D

Pairing: Konig x OC!Transmasc (OC is Watcher there is lore on my pinned Masterlist)

WC: 4.4k

Synopsis: Just some more Konig smut, hope yall are feasting

Warnings: 18+ It's smut, literally just the end of a one shot

Ecstasy. That's what his mouth felt like. Well Watcher had never taken ecstasy before but this had to be pretty fucking close, right? Heat flooded every limb, white hot, and oh so close to release number whatever the hell it was. The Scotsman had lost count after the sixth time he'd clenched down around those fingers and that tongue and nearly suffocated Konig between his thighs. Icy eyes rolled back in his head as his thoughts seemed to find another plane of existence not a part of this world.

Huge arms wrapped around a pair of freckled and tattooed thighs, keeping his dripping and needy core right where he wanted it, continuing to press his tongue inside. Konig's chest rumbled greedily now, the vibrations of what could only be classified as a growl running straight through Fyn's needy core. His head shook back and forth vigorously, his nose rubbing over the head of Fyn's dick and causing the Scotsman’s head to fall back with a loud, unhindered moan into the air. The tall man smiled into the cunt he'd been devouring for the better part of an hour now.

The second the computer had shut down it was like Konig had found another gear. Standing up without even a warning, mouth still hungrily at work even when he'd laid Fyn down on his back on the bed, kneeling on the floor at the edge of the bed himself. Thighs still draped over his shoulders and hanging limply against the broad expanse of his back. Now the little Scot was clutching at the sheets desperately trying to keep his head from drifting up into the clouds and failing miserably as Konig continued to work him closer and closer to yet another climax.

Whines rose into the air, the smaller man barely able to catch his breath now as his hips writhed and grinded hard against the delving tongue. And then he was trying to retreat, his hands attempting to push himself up and back him away from the overstimulation despite his ankles locking behind Konig's back in the middle of his shoulder blades. The tall man's words mumbled out against the throbbing core, "One more, Newt. Just one more, yes? Please," Fyn whined again, words escaping him as his head shook desperately which only elicited another growl from the man kneeling between his thighs. The only thing the ginger could do was plead helplessly for an end, with his fingers tangled into dark red locks and his thighs quivering once more at the nearly painful and heated pleasure that coursed through him. When he got that tall cunt out of his there was gonna be hell to pay.

Christ but not yet. “Ko,” it was the only syllable Watcher could whine out and it wasn’t even certain that was what he said seeing as it degraded quickly into another moan. The mouth left its prize once more, a few heavy pants coming from the German as the orgasm that had just been building began to slip away. Icy eyes flew open wide, his head lifting off the bed to look with wild eyes and down to the man still kneeling at the edge of the bed.

Konig’s face was covered in his apparent arousal, the dark red hairs along his chin dripping after spending so much time between Fyn’s thighs. “You said no-” The big man didn’t get the chance to finish his thoughts before the fingers that had been gripping at the bed sheets for dear life tangled instead into the man’s hair, dragging his face back down. A satisfied hum echoed from his mouth before his tongue returned to its good work. Lips attaching to the head of his dick and sucking hard.

“Koni,” a breathy sigh fell out just behind the word, Fyn’s hips lifting for just a moment into the pleasure of that sinful tongue. When one of the hands released his thigh, fingers unpeeling from the tattooed skin of his thigh, it was clear the ecstasy was only going to get ten times better. The tip of Konig’s tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves as fingers drug across the folds of his entrance once more. Teasing and enticing Watcher’s hips to inch closer in his desire for more.

And more Konig gave as the tips of his fingers drug through the slick arousal pooling at his entrance, coating them generously before slowly pressing inside. Sliding easily into the wet depths with an audible squelch. Pleasure coursed through Watcher's veins, his mind going empty of thought as he grinded down onto the fingers and sought more until there was nothing left for the long, thick fingers to give. Groans for more still left his pretty mouth though, fingers still tight in the wavy red locks as he kept Konig's mouth flush with his greedily sought after treasure.

It only took a few moments before his thick digits went to work, pressing deep inside his soft walls which only clenched around him with every thrust inside. Watcher was once more in a state of bliss, his eyes rolled back in his head and his every thought focused on one goal, finding his release. Finding those rolling waves of pleasure that he knew the huge man could provide. Every muscle seemed taut, every line of his lean physique outlined by the vines and roots that wound around his entire body. "Christ-" he cut himself off with another loud moan as his back arched off the bed.

Konig's fingers set a rough pace, curling up as they thrusted inside, brutal in their hard work. And yet they only had that fire burning brighter and deeper. The heat was beginning to seep throughout every limb as he grew closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure that awaited him for only God knew how many times this was. The ankles locked between those broad shoulder blades jerked, somehow managing to get him even closer, as the skilled fingers finally found their query. Curling into the soft spot inside of him that had Fyn crying out, "Oh fuck yeah, right there. Keep goin," even though Konig had zero intention of stopping now.

It took on a few hard thrusts and crooks of his fingers before that searing heat exploded into an inferno and Watcher was cumming on his fingers once more. His thighs shaking, his abdomen spasming as he tried to stop himself from jerking and grinding on the tall man's face. Konig was all too happy to keep lapping at his drooling cunt though, enjoying his feast even as he let go of his smaller waist. Feasting now with his eyes as well as his erection throbbed in the confines of his pants. That man was a beautiful sight, especially when he was in the midst of an orgasm he was struggling to come down from. And to know that it was his doing was sending Konig nearly completely out of his mind.

He reached a hand up to his face, still watching as the occasional spasm wracked Watcher's body and his hips jerked up in search of something more even though he didn't find it. Konig was sitting back on his heels now, one hand now using the bottom of his shirt to clean his face off and the other basically stroking himself through the thick fabric of his pants. His erection pulsing painfully now into the confines as he watched the little Scotsman slowly coming back to reality.

Sitting forward he braced himself against the edge of the bed, pushing himself up the length of Fyn's body until he could look down at him with a soft smile, "Are you okay, little Newt?" Ok? Was he ok? Fyn felt like he was on another plane of existence and Konig was wondering if he was ok? Reaching up his fingers wrapped into the collar of his shirt before he pulled the bigger man down, the huge body more than covering his own before his lips found the other's. He could taste himself there, it wasn't the first time and it was unlikely to be the last. Konig probably would have lived between his thighs if Watcher would have allowed it.

A short hum left the young man’s throat, his face turning up in a satisfied smirk as he felt the huge hips rutting against him. The fingers tangled into Konig’s shirt didn’t loosen as he only pulled the huge body further down onto his own, grinding his dripping depths against the front of the other’s jeans. A needy moan left the big man, his mouth falling open even as Watcher continued to press kisses to the line of his jaw. The German was nearly as far gone as Fyn had been moments before, his eyes shut tight as he continued to rut his clothed dick against the dripping depths and the swell of that freckled ass. “I think I should be the one askin if yer ok, Koni,” red painted the big man’s face, his mouth still open as he panted open mouthed a mere inch from the ginger’s face.

Konig forced his green eyes back open, taking a deep shaky breath before he whispered, “I’m so close.” A quiet mewl for more left him the moment Fyn’s hips stopped moving, a few curses falling out of his mouth as he tried to make up for it by rolling his own hips up against the ginger’s once more. The small man beneath him jolted back, his icy eyes opening in surprise at the force behind the needy thrust before Konig pushed himself up on one hand to stop himself from doing it again. His voice quieted as he whispered again, “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

The smirk returned in a moment before the smaller man wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, pulling him back down with surprisingly strong legs. The second his clothed erection made contact with Fyn’s bare flesh he was moaning again, forehead falling forward to rest against the Scotsman’s shoulder as he panted with need. “Dinnae worry yersel, Koko,” soft lips pressed against the curve of his shoulder earning a breathy sigh from the other man. The German was sweaty underneath the confining fabric that still covered his body. His skin salty as the young man drug his mouth over what he could reach.

Hell was coming to repay the greedy man who had refused him a single moment of reprieve.

The legs wrapped around his waist loosened for just a moment, until his heel trailed down running over the curve of Konig’s ass. Wiry muscles pulled taut before Fyn’s whispering words fell over his ear in soft waves, “Ye gonnae cum? Huh? Dinnae even need tae get yer pants off?” There was a disapproving sound that came from the young man’s throat, earning another needy moan from Konig’s chest as he continued to grind helplessly against Watcher’s backside.

It didn’t take much for the Scot to flip them, especially not with the way the German couldn’t even keep his eyes open and the most his hands could manage doing was holding onto the thin waist now laying against his midsection. At least until Fyn’s lips pressed against the skin of his neck, sucking a purple mark into the thin skin along the underside of his jaw. “Ye cannae wait? Yer so needy, pretty boy.” The hands that encircled the small waist slid down slowly, heading for mounds of tattooed and bare flesh, at least until Watcher sat back up with a smile on his face. His hips grinding down to pull out another needy whine from the big man beneath him.

“Please Fyn, I need-” Plush lips fell to those that were more chapped and rough, still able to taste himself on Konig’s tongue though this time it was just a ploy to quiet the man who was nearly writhing beneath him. One hand wrapped around the underside of his jaw, keeping him still as Watcher slid his mouth down once more. Nibbling and kissing at what little skin was exposed to his eyes. Middle of summer and he’d still be wearing these long sleeved black shirts. He’d never understand how he did it.

In a quick movement Fyn was sliding back, escaping the big man’s grasp as he whined and tried to follow. Sitting up quickly before his chest ran into a surprisingly stiff hand and the dark green gaze lifted to find icy hues with a questioning look in those depths. Watcher was quick to answer that silent question, “Didnae say ye could move. Shirt off and lay back down, Koni,” the big man was eager and quick to comply.

Large fingers dug into the hem of his shirt as he hurriedly pulled it off over his head. Fyn however was busying himself with trying to figure out how to use those over complicated harnesses. They weren’t much different from the tactical harnesses they used in the field, actually, upon further inspection. Honestly they were both less complicated than their tactical harnesses. Watcher stepped into it quickly, pulling it up around his hips before tightening the straps and fingering them for a quick test.

Securing one of the dildos into the harness he looked down at himself, it was almost as long as his forearm and nearly as thick as well. Lifting his chin he turned towards where Konig was on the bed, a cheeky smile on his face as he stepped forward, “What ye think, Koko?” Fyn wasn’t destined to get an answer though as he turned to find the big man with his shirt and pants both thrown on the ground, his hand working desperately along his shaft.

Three long strides and the Scotsman was back to the bed and standing in front of the big man, looking down at the red haired man with a narrowed gaze. “Hey Ko,” there was a breathy sound that came from deep in the German’s chest, and it was the only answer that he was going to get it seemed. Konig’s hand was still working wildly, edging himself closer and closer to his own climax. “Jesus, mate, slow down,” Fyn reached a hand out, grasping his thick wrist in his own comparatively diminutive grasp.

Whines immediately flew from the other man’s throat, needy and breathy to find his finish. “Please, fuck me, please, please,” the man’s hips bucked up off the bed, searching for any kind of friction he could possibly find. Konig was out of his mind with need. There was no telling how long he’d spent between the Scotsman’s thighs, and it was evident in his leaking cock that was standing at attention. The tip was red and angry and mourning the loss of his hand.

Fyn’s teeth drug across his bottom lip at the sight, eyes shutting for just a moment before he reached his fingers out to run gently up the length of the muscled thigh. Finally he answered with a bit of that cheekiness still hidden in his tone, “That’s what I’m tryin tae do if ye would stop tryin tae jerk yersel off before I git aroun to it.” The big man whined aloud again, his fingers digging into the sheets of the bed as he tried to thrust up into the hand running dangerously close to the proud erection on display.

A bit of spit on his fingers and the lithe fingers slid down to press teasingly at Konig’s entrance. It wasn’t the first time he’d worked the big man open, but it often was accompanied with a skilled mouth and a great deal more saliva. Now though there was the promise of more, of something more substantial splitting him open and driving him even closer to the edge of madness. A groan of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he canted his hips down into the gently probing fingers.

Walls clenched around him, his thoughts wandering to how it might have felt around his own cock. Meanwhile Konig was burn for more already, even as the long, lithe fingers sped up watching as the big man fucked himself onto the digits in time with his own thrusts. “Mehr, mehr, mehr Bitte,” the ginger didn’t recognize the words. Fyn knew only a little German himself but when a hand reached up to grasp at the back of his head, pulling him down to dive into a deep kiss, he was pretty sure he understood what the other had been trying to say.

Eyes shut tight, Watcher rutted up against the other man’s hips. Leaning over the edge of the bed and barely even able to reach Konig’s lips with his own. One hand behind his head the other was at his hip as Konig recognized the struggle on the Scots part, leaning up as he continued his hungry assault on the other’s mouth. Pulling his hips impossibly closer before the kiss broke and the big man let out a breathless groan. It took a moment to figure out what it was that had caused the little interruption until he felt the hand at his hip let go and grab at his own erection and the dildo as it ran over it.

Fyn smirked at the other man and shook his head, “Ye cannae just wait? Impatient ye are. I told ye tae just wait,” the huge hand fell away as he let out another whine, forehead once more falling forward to rest against the lithe shoulder. Konig was so far gone it was hard to even believe it now. Oh how the tables had turned.

Glancing down Watcher took hold of the throbbing erection, sliding achingly slow down the shaft before returning to the leaking head. “Ye weren’t lyin pretty boy, ye are close aren’t ye?” There was a vigorous nod from the older man who was bracing himself back on the bed now, trying his hand at patience now in an attempt to get what he so desired. There was a low hum from the young man as he leaned a bit closer, giving another slow pump of his hand before he whispered, “Ye wantin pumped then, aye?” Another nod, though this one more desperate, was all he received in response.

A strong shove backwards and Konig laid back appeasingly on the bed, another slow pump along his erection drawing out a short thrust of his hips up into the firm grasp. When his hips lifted Fyn smirked, biting at his bottom lip as he enjoyed the control, the dominance, of what he was able to do to the man in front of him. Taking hold of his cock he slid the tip down and over the diligently worked entrance. Konig’s hand shot down, fingers wrapping around the small bicep as the hand that had been around the leaking erection braced instead on the bed.

A bit of pain blossomed as the digits encircled his limb with anticipation. There would no doubt be a bruise there come morning. Anxiety grew in him for a moment. He’d never done this before and there was a bit of insecurity rising in his chest. “Say somethin if I’m doin it wrong, I dinnae want tae hurt ye,” Konig nodded once more, the grip on the small bicep loosening until his hand dropped to the bed once more and he hitched up a leg. Spreading himself before the young Scotsman, still attempting to keep himself from being as impatient he felt on the inside.

“Slow, go slow, it has been a while,” Fyn gave a quick nod as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight entrance again and began the slow push inside. Konig’s mouth opened, his eyes getting a bit wider as he took in a slow breath at the intrusion. He lifted his head, watching as the fake cock disappeared slowly inside of him. “Mein Gott, Fyn,” the breathless words escaped his open mouth as he continued to watch. His head fell back against the bed and his eyebrows quirked up on the inside corner, a low groan escaping his lips as Fyn bottomed out, his hips flush against Konig’s.

The leg he’d hitched up fell to the side, Fyn’s hands bracing on either side of the other’s hips. Ice blue eyes watched the chiseled face in front of him, head tilting as he watched the emotions dance over the other’s face. When he pulled back and canted his hips back into Konig's, the older man huffed out a breath of air, his eyes shutting as Fyn began to ease into his new role. It made his own core throb as he watched, the man beneath him letting out quiet moans and gasps as he began to pick up the pace. “Does that feel good, Koko? Are ye enjoyin it?” He nodded quickly in answer, letting out a quiet moan as their skin slapped together.

There was a quiet hum of pride from the young man before he reached between their bodies, taking hold of the bobbing erection. The big hips lifted in response before falling back to the bed, his back arching in response. There wasn’t as much of a buildup, Konig had already been close enough Fyn could have breathed on his poor, abused cock and he’d have came. A few quick pumps along his shaft in time with his thrusts and the big man’s voice sounded, “Ich komme gleich.”

Oh Fyn knew that phrase well, though it was usually whispered when Konig was deep inside him. Now though it was vice versa. A quiet whisper was all it took as Fyn said, “Go on then, guter Junger.” A high pitched moan left the German that he’d never heard before, and then ropes of white painted his small fist. His breath came in heavy gasps as he finished on his own stomach.

Pulling out slowly Fyn sat on the side of the bed, glancing down at the mess along his knuckles and wrist. Watcher glanced at the box of tissues beside the bed then, thankful that Konig typically kept himself well stocked on just about everything. He wiped himself off and then the stomach as well, short red curls rasping underneath the tissue as he cleaned them both up. And then he tossed the tissue onto the nightstand in favor of leaning back beside the tall man beside him.

Fyn leaned on his elbow, smiling as he watched Konig’s heaving chest begin to slow. It wasn’t until gentle fingers ran along his cheek that those green eyes opened once more and settled lazily on the pretty, freckled face a few inches away. The both of them stayed silent though even as Watcher leaned over, his nose nudging against the other’s cheek before he pressed a kiss to his cheek. A small arm draped over the broad chest as he settled against Konig’s side and nudged his face into the other’s chest, smiling against his skin.

Nothing could break this peaceful, lazy moment…almost nothing anyway. A harsh vibrating came from the desk and drew Watcher’s icy, in more ways than one, gaze. He pulled himself up with a groan before he slid off the bed and stepped across the room to the desk. Fyn picked it up off the desk before he sighed at the name across the screen and made his way back to the bed with the call on speaker.

“Hello?” Fyn said into the phone as he laid back next to Konig once more. Setting the phone on his chest before lithe fingers ran over the broad chest and dug into the flesh as the young Scot draped himself over the big man. Konig seemed to enjoy the closeness just as much so there were certainly no complaints from him as their sweaty skin slid together.

A deep, gravelly voice finally came over the other line though as Price grumbled out, it sounded like he’d just been awoken from sleep himself, “Watcher, get to base. Team is getting called out.”

“Aye sir, I’ll be there.”

He reached a hand up about to end the call before Price grumbled out, “And see if you can get in touch with the Germ. He’s not answering his phone.”

Blue eyes slid up to find green before the young Scot answered, “Will do, sir.”

Price didn’t bother with more formalities as he stated simply, “See you soon, kid.” And the call ended as Watcher tossed the phone to the bed and rolled over to bury his face in Konig’s chest with a groan.

The last thing either of them wanted to do was go into work now, but it seemed they didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. It was Konig who broke the silence this time, usually it would have been Fyn but there was a first for everything it seemed, “You know, Fyn, I am not actually German.” The ginger lifted his face to fix a look of confusion on him, his head tilting curiously. He didn’t have to wait for an answer though before Konig clarified, “I speak German, but I’m actually Austrian.”

Fyn laid his face back down against the broad chest before he finally swung his leg all the way over to straddle his waist and sit up, “What ye mean by that? They call ye Germ and yer not German?” Konig shook his head in answer and Watcher asked incredulously, “Why have ye no told them? You’ve been with 141 over two years now.” The heavy set of shoulders shrugged then before the ginger fixed him with a hard look.

Konig squirmed a bit underneath that gaze before he finally muttered, “It does not matter. I just wanted you to know, little Newt.” Watcher smirked and shook his head, laying back down and hugging himself as close as he could get to the big body beneath him.

With his face nestled in the crook of his shoulder and neck he breathed out a quiet sigh before giving a little nod, “Well now I know, Koko. I’ll never call ye Germ again, aye?” The big man smiled as he wrapped his arms around the freckled body laying over him. Both content to bask in the other’s presence while they still had the time too. Base wasn’t too far away from Konig’s apartment anyway at least.

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4x04

HOLY CRAP YALL WHAT AN EPISODE! SO GOOD ON ALL FRONTS NO NOTES ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL thanks to @chaotictarlos again for screaming crying and throwing up with me. I have a super early call time and three flights tomorrow so my thoughts are going to be kinda brief but holy shit. -Already 5 minutes in and i was getting high heart rate notifications from my Apple Watch -APD comes off so fucking useless in this episode like did they do ANY investigating at all? Seriously its ridiculous. They missed the false wall, they missed the ash in the fireplace? Like who is this detective and where is Detective Washington? But you know who was one of the best detectives? FUCKIN’ TK STRAND!!!!!!! HE’s come a long way from misidentifying statues as people! NO ONE is gonna stop him from finding his man. -Carlos you smart SOB, making that connection with Trudy. Also him talking about Gwyn and her love for TK being flowed through him...fucking wrecked me. I miss my mom and I hope I find someone like that. Carlos balancing his need to scream for TK standing right there but also trying to protect him from the crazy lady with a knife, can you imagine. -Ugh both Ronen and Rafael were SO GOOD in this episode. Probably the most intense we’ve seen from either of them, especially with Detective!TK. Sidenote, Ronen’s instagram stories were so funny.

-Okay also, some of these one liners were so good. Even if they were in stressful situations. The serial killer adjacent old lady being more of a LGBT ally than my own father lol: “I love the gays!” Also new favorite Owen line: “I’m a fireman. Our codes are like: Fire!” -I swear to god the last five minutes of this episode aged me like 20 years. SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO HELPING CARLOS! THEN TK AND GABRIEL WERE SO CLOSE TO HIM! UGH!!! Who else had TK having to do CPR on Carlos. I can’t wait for the residual trauma for the two of them! I know there’s limited time for that but that’s why we have fic writers. -ALSO, the B plot was crazy: I’m getting real pissed off with the FBI. They clearly have no idea how to run this investigation, they are treating their asset (Owen) with more contempt than the people they are trying to catch. Clearly Owen is scared/uncomfortable with their plan and they are doing nothing to assuage that. Like my god. -I also can see how they are going to set up an inevitable conflict between TK and Owen which I know Ronen has teased in previous interviews, why the two of them have kind of drifted a bit. I’m excited for that conversation to come, I can’t imagine how TK is feeling at this moment.

ALSO: “Are you kidding, you died!”, “Yeah, look who’s talking” I MEAN, exCUSE ME.....Fiancés that have-their-heart-stop-and-literally-die together, stay together. AND REMEMBER: ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE WEDDING All in all, an absolutely fantastic episode. I can’t wait to read some fics about it. I have a really early call time tomorrow (0500) and three flights (Orlando-Houston-Chicago-DC) so idk how available I’ll be, but I’d love to talk more about it with yall!

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #Carlos Reyes #this episode was so good #i cant wait to read about it #i nearly had a heart attack #4x04 #911 ls #911 lone star season 4

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suna x reader

synopsis: you and suna have been friends since you were kids. recently, the two of you decided to add some benefits to your friendship. no one ever catches feelings from that, right??

wc: 900 words

a/n: the way i was drifting to sleep when i wrote this lmao but i’m starting to get back into my sunarin brainrot so buckle up yall this is just the first of many. enjoy <3

the overhead fan was the only sound filling the otherwise quiet room. the faint whirring was consistently dreadful. it’s usual white noise felt suffocating, unwelcome at a time like this. in some sick sense, it seemed like it was mocking you. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t sleep, it was his. the one who was laying next to you. suna rintaro.

the two of you had been fooling around with one another for the past few weeks. it was obvious the two of you liked each other in the way that friends shouldn’t but for some reason neither of you dared to cross that line. it was like some sort of dance, flirting between the line of lovers and friends. better yet, it was like dancing on the edge. one wrong move and you’d fall deep into the unknown. was a risk like that worth it?

looking back, there was always some underlying tension between you guys. even before you hooked up, it was there. festering under the surface. being friends for as long as the two of you meant that you understood one another like no one else could. practically knowing the ins and outs of each other’s twisted minds. that’s why you knew he felt the same way about you. and in turn, that’s why he knew how you felt. an unspoken truth, too frightening to address.

the bed started to shift as he turned on his side, throwing an arm over you so he can pull you close. even in his deep, unconscious sleep, he sought you out. the thought alone made your heart flutter. all you wanted to do was cross that line. but the barrier in front of it felt too strong for you to push it out of the way by yourself. the only way you could do that was together.

turning slightly so you could see his face better, you slowly take in his slumbering features. what would a relationship with him even look like? what would change from the situationship you had going on? would you still be each other’s best friend? would you still go to his house every friday night to hang out and play video games? or would there be too much of an expectation to go out on a date? how much pressure would it add on your relationship? would you guys see each other the same amount? more? less? and then what if it didn’t work out-

“hey.” he spoke out, his voice thick from sleep. his right eye peeked open to look at you. the moonlight that crept into the room was casting a glow on his eye, so he couldn’t bother keeping it open for much longer. his arm was already around you so just pulled you in closer so your face was practically in his chest. an easy position that allowed him to bury his face in your hair, one of his favorite sources of comfort. he took a deep breath before speaking again. “you’re thinking so loud it woke me up.”

you huff, staying otherwise silent and wrapping your arms around him. being engulfed in his familiar scent helped your heart rate slow down. it always had a soothing effect on you that made you feel like everything was going to be okay. you nuzzle your face into his chest, trying to soak up as much as you can in hopes it would help you drift off to the sweet release of sleep.

you feel his laugh before you hear it. the soft rumble bubbling up from his chest and escaping out of his mouth. a sound that never failed to make you follow along with him. two giggling souls entwined in the double sized bed of your small apartment, two hearts too scared to take that next step.

“that tickled.” he tilted his head down so he could give you a kiss on your forehead. “go to sleep, peanut. the world knows you need your beauty sleep and im not sleeping here just to wake up to your unrested ass.”

“shut up, you’re barely making sense right now.” you pout, hiding your face further into him. you didn’t have to look up to know he was smiling.

“well i was sleeping.” he said lowly. “was even having a decent dream.”

“oh? what about?” you push, eager to hear about the inner workings of suna’s subconscious mind.

“us.” he said plainly. you swallow thickly, the words resting on the tip of your tongue, begging for confirmation so they could be unleashed.

“what about us?” you ask innocently, trying to sound somewhat unbothered but ultimately just sounding softer than you anticipated.

“do i have to spell it out?” he sighed. you knew he was tired of this game, the dance the two of you had gotten yourselves stuck in. maybe it was time to come clean, to take that leap.

“one of us has to, you know.” you reason. and he knows your right.

“fine. can we talk about it in the morning though? i wanna enjoy my last night of being single.” his soft laugh filled your ears as he kissed the top of your head.

“sunarin, i hate you.” a small smile crept onto your face as you got more comfortable, ready to succumb to your exhaustion. the fact that the two of you were going to make it official tomorrow gave you the peace of mind you needed to fall under the spell of sleep.

“yeah, yeah. that’s not what you’re going to be saying tomorrow, now is it?” and he was right. there was a different set of 3 words the two of you would finally exchange tomorrow.

you and suna both fell asleep with soft smiles resting on your lips, content with your conversation. the hope of tomorrow laced your minds, leading to the sweetest of dreams.

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#suna #suna x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader

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