#your most recent comment was my favorite thing ever
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You know what would be sad? If you/Yuu breaks up with Vil (or vice versa) and then runs to Rook afterwards. I wonder if Vil is going to feel betrayed again? If you could do a little scenario for this, that’d be great!
this is such a good prompt, I love rebound scenarios omg. needed this today. and here comes rook with the steel chair!!!
summary: getting dumped by vil schoenheit
type of post: long fic
characters: rook
additional info: romantic, established relationship, vil breaks up with reader, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, kinda angsty, hahhhh, my god
"It's not personal. I just don't think it's fair to you," Vil says.
He doesn't fidget. Maintains perfect eye contact. He doesn't even try to act sorry, which, perhaps, is what stings the most.
He's supposed to be an actor, after all.
That's what this is all about.
"You must have always known this was a possibility," he says. "My schedule is getting busier, I simply don't... want to push you away."
Each word is spoken with a honeyed softness, as if he's trying to cushion the blows. It doesn't help.
Your heart thuds in your chest, your eyes burn. This is the worst thing you've ever experienced. You would take a thousand overblots over this. Any day.
What a bitter sentiment.
"You don't mean to push me away. What is this, then?"
A look of guilt finally crosses Vil's face, cracking the mask of professionalism he'd been hiding behind. It offers little comfort.
His brow furrows, and he sighs. "A preventative measure. It would hurt more if I'd waited,"
A million questions fly through your mind, faster than you can catch them. You want to shout, to tell him exactly how he's making you feel, to ask him who he thinks he is- but all you can manage is a stare.
He frowns, extending a hand as if to caress your face, but you turn on your heels and leave before he has the chance.
You wouldn't sit there and let him make a fool of you any longer.
You had become comfortable with the Pomefiore dorm in the past few months, but today, its elegance feels suffocating. The white and gold decor seems to mock you, every vase of perfect flowers laughing at your imperfection as you pass them by.
It hurts.
Stings, burns, makes you feel like you're drowning in a sea of perfume, choking on lilac and rose. Has the air here always been so sickeningly sweet?
There's still a lingering part of you that wants to run back to him, to beg, to negotiate, but you know he's right. You hate that he's right.
This... whatever it was... wouldn't last.
And you'd always known it.
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How does one recover from being dumped by Vil Schoenheit?
Short answer: you can't.
You can wallow all you want, drowning yourself in the unhealthy foods he forbade you from eating, skipping the classes he'd so encouraged you to excel in, and using cheap tissues on your formerly-perfect skin, but that doesn't change a thing.
Perhaps if it hadn't been so public, you might have pulled yourself together sooner. But the very second all of your pictures were gone from his profile, everyone knew.
On some nights, you'd torture yourself by reading the thirsty comments from desperate fans under his latest posts, all of them pointing out his recent singleness. You would wonder to yourself if you had sounded that pathetic when you were dating Vil.
Just another hopeless, desperate fan, hoping for a piece of him.
People on campus avoided you. Not out of fear, but pity, a lack of knowing what to say. How do you even comfort someone after this?
It was like having an open wound on full display. No matter how you tried to bandage it, it kept bleeding through.
Even Grim was keeping his distance.
What little comfort came in the form of an anonymous knight in shining armor. Roses left at your doorstep, letters of love and encouragement on your assigned seats, little baskets full of your favorite foods and trinkets on your kitchen table...
You would have questioned it if you were not so consumed by your grief. At least the mystery offered a distraction.
"Another one," Ace comments, pulling a letter off your chair before you can sit on it. "Whoever this guy is, he's slick."
He hands you the letter, which you gracefully accept.
Deuce watches cautiously. "And you're sure it's not just... some kinda of prank, right? I've known my fair share of nasty types, this could be a trick."
"Too much effort," you shake your head. "I mean, whoever this is is spending a lot of time and money cheering me up. Not to mention... I've tried looking up some of these poems, and no matches. They're originals."
You wave around the letter in hand, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Though, I'm sure whoever's doing it is just being nice,"
"Nice. Right," Ace rolls his eyes. "Cause I know like, a million teenage boys who are just dying to write poetry for their friends."
Even Deuce snickers at that. You roll your eyes.
"Point taken. I guess I just can't believe that anyone would want me after..." you pause. There's no pleasant way to put it, so you let Ace and Deuce fill in the blanks.
"Hey, Vil is a jerk. He doesn't deserve you," Deuce says. "And trust me, if I ever catch him disrespecting you again-"
Ace scoffs. "Woah, there, tiger. Calm down. Vil could kick your ass and we all know it,"
"He really was something, wasn't he?" you sigh, slumping in your seat. Ace and Deuce give each other a panicked look.
"We didn't mean-"
"No, I get it," you say, reaching down to the floor in an attempt to touch your toes. Vil had told you that little exercises help calm the nerves. You hate how you still need his advice.
"Oh, hey, look," you sit back up, another pink envelope in hand. "Another one."
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There's something about these gifts that doesn't sit right with you.
Each one is arranged to perfection, obviously crafted by a very thoughtful individual, just personal enough to suit your tastes but distant all the same.
It's almost as if the sender is holding something back.
But, not today.
You're greeted by a trail of rose petals leading up to Ramshackle's front door, which itself is ajar. Not uncommon, considering Grim's inability to take care of the makeshift dorm, but with the scent of roses and the candlelight inside, you know it's something more.
You walk in, setting your things aside, and continue following the path of petals into the kitchen, where a rickety wooden table has been set for two.
You, however, are the only one in the room.
"Hello?" you ask, turning in circles. The space is empty, save for a small letter on one of the chairs.
Beautiful,
A little bird told me you doubt the intentions of my admiration. I must amend that immediately, and I see no better way than to say it myself.
Yours truly.
"Trickster," a familiar voice comes from the doorway behind you, and you whirl around to face your admirer.
"Rook!" you gasp, clutching the letter to your chest.
He beams in response. "Oui, c'est moi. Though I was so enjoying the mystery, I feel it's time I made my intentions clear. Sit, please,"
You don't hesitate to follow his suggestion (the surprise left your knees feeling weak, anyway), and he joins you in the adjacent seat.
"But what-"
"Please," he says, holding a finger to your lips to shush you. "Let me start. I first want to say that I have meant every single word, in song and ink, that I have given to you. My heart is true."
Your mind is overflowing with questions, none of which he seems keen on answering in full just yet.
"I have spent the past several months allowing our Beautiful Vil to woo you. I have so enjoyed watching your love blossom from afar, despite my own feelings towards you. But things have changed," Rook says.
"For as much as I love him, this was his own doing. He has made a fatal mistake, one which cannot be undone- he has wounded you, mon amour, in a most vulnerable fashion. Months ago, when we both realized our feelings for you, I willingly stepped aside," he says. "I thought Vil would be the best option for you. I thought I was not ready to commit myself. Now I see what a mistake that was, and I hope you might find it within yourself to forgive me..."
You can only stare back. "Rook..."
"I cannot resent our Roi du Poison for his choice, for it's his to make. But he hurt you dearly, and in the process, he has relinquished his claim on you. I know your wound is still fresh. But, please, Mon Trickster, mon véritable amour, be mine?"
You're silent for a moment, processing every detail of what he said, what he's offering...
He's right. The wound Vil created is still open, and despite the weeks of "recovery", had yet to improve.
If you kept waiting for it to heal, perhaps it never would.
You nod. "Okay. Okay! But-! Let's take it slow, okay?"
Rook just barely manages to stop himself from leaping across the table to take your hands into his, and he reaffirms your request with a nod.
"Of course, mon cœur. What is a hunter if not patient?"
---
Pomefiore is beautiful again.
There are still times where you swear you can see Vil staring at the two of you, a look of discontent on his face, from across the room.
He doesn't utter a word about the way Rook has his arm over your shoulder, or the many terms of endearment he uses on you, though he doesn't have to. The lingering guilt and regret has made a home for itself in Vil Schoenheit.
You're sure Rook has noticed by now, too, although this isn't the first time he's pulled something like this on the housewarden without a second thought, and it likely won't be the last.
Perhaps it's for the better.
#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#queued#rook hunt x reader#can't stop thinking of the logistics of this bc if rook and vil both liked the mc at the same time they would NEVER fight over it#rook would totally let vil go ahead and then either become vilyuu number one fan OR polycule OR be there to steal mc when vil fucks up#and alas polycule is probably the least likely because vil would Not Want to Share
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Too Sweet
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Spencer Reid x Reader
:: Practically at his beck and call, Spencer knows you’re too sweet for him. He knows he shouldn’t use you but he can’t stop himself when you’re also all too enthusiastic to fuck him ::
warnings :: smutttt, casual sex (kinda lol), oral (fem receiving), over stimulation, insomnia!spencer, spencer spitting facts (literally), reader is described to have hair length long enough to stick to your cheeks, obviously reader is described as afab, not sure what else i should tag so let me know what i miss :)
author’s notes :: hello, hello! honestly i saw this tik tok edit of spencer with this song (Too Sweet - Hozier) and felt a bit inspired by it and also loosely by lyrics too. please be kind as it’s been a couple years since i last wrote a fic and it’s my first one about dr reid too, so let me know if you guys like it, comment, reblog, all that jazz and critiques are more than welcome! Enjoy!
WC :: ~4k
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It was pretty late into the night, it was the first weekend in weeks that the team was able to really enjoy. Spencer sat in a corner of his apartment, a glass of whiskey sat on the table as he flipped the pages of a book he’s read a thousand times before, albeit it was one of favorites.
He was hesitant to call, he didn’t want to pull you away from enjoying your weekend but when it came to his pleasure, he put himself first. You were always too nice to say no to him and he knew that. It made him feel sleazy sometimes, but this was who he was now. Rugged, damaged, fucked up. He’d been through a lot. But in those moments where you squirmed and whined beneath him, he felt satiated. You were his drug now.
“Hello?” he mumbled when the call picked up.
“Spencer,” your voice was a whisper as you practically sang his name.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“Yes,” you responded.
“It’s a little late don’t you think?” he poked.
“Then why are you calling?”
You knew why he was calling. He only ever wanted one thing from you when the sky was dark. You didn’t mind it though. You basked in it. You kind of liked it. The feeling of having sex without commitment. Your job didn’t give you enough time for a commitment. You didn’t feel humiliated or belittled by Spencer’s desires. In fact, his lust for you turned you on in most cases. Most.
Spencer was still a good friend to you. Regardless of sleeping with him, he was your closest friend. And recently, you noticed changes in him. Maybe you’ve kept a closer eye on him more than before but you were a little concerned. You had the right after everything he’s been through. He seemed more tired than usual, even though he was still punctual with work. Although you didn’t sleep in his bed after every time you slept together, when you did, you pretended not to notice his exits and long absences in between the long hours of the night. You could barely hear his ever so quiet footsteps roaming the living room. The clanking of coffee mugs in the kitchen and his quiet ‘Shit’ when he thought he was being too loud.
Three subtle knocks rapped his door, so quiet Spencer would’ve missed if he had breathed just a bit louder. A grin spread across his face subconsciously, glancing at the clock before taking long strides to the door. It was almost midnight. You stood in the doorway with heavy eyes, not the drunk kind, but the tired kind. He moved aside to let you in. Just like last time; and all the other times you showed up at his door for him.
“I thought you went out tonight,” he questioned, rhetorically.
“I did. For a bit,” you told him, “I just had one drink, then went home.”
“What are you doing up so late?” you asked, you already know the answer. And Spencer knows you know too, though he tried at first to be more subtle in his nightly fixtures. He simply sighed with amusement. You set your things down on his couch, eyes adjusting to the dim lights that hardly lit the room. The glass sitting on the table in the corner caught your eyes though.
“What are you drinking?” you asked.
“Uh, whiskey. Neat.”
“Ew, why?” you joked.
“It’s not that bad,” he shrugged. A whiskey wouldn’t exactly be Spencer’s first choice of drink but then again his first choice of drink wouldn’t even be alcohol. If it was, he would probably be content with a beer, or something of the sort. He was sort of going through a phase during nights. He was sleeping a lot less too.
“I just didn’t take you for a whiskey kind of guy,” you teased.
“What kind of guy did you take me for?” he poked; he wasn’t really talking about drinks anymore though.
“Water,” you joked, making him laugh.
Spencer stood before you now. His hands were slightly hesitant this time to rest on your hips.
“Is everything ok, Spencer?” you asked him.
“Yes,” his voice was a whisper.
You didn’t believe him, but you knew better than to press him. He was a stubborn guy and whether you did or didn’t you weren’t going to get an answer. You slid your hands up his chest before cupping the back of his neck with your hands. The kiss was chaste. You didn’t want to sleep with him if he was having second thoughts.
“Are you sure? If you’ve changed your mind I can head hom-,” you were telling him.
“No, don’t,” he rushed out.
“I’m fine; I just haven’t been sleeping well,” he confessed. This surprised you, not because you didn’t know, but because you didn’t think he would tell you.
“Well, then maybe I should go. That way you can finally get to bed before the sun comes up for once,” you joked with him, “Besides, you’re the one who's always telling people how important sleep is to the human body.”
Your words shocked Spencer this time. Admittedly, in the back of mind he suspected that you could sense him leaving his bed, or your bed sometimes, and that one or more times he’d been a little loud dwindling in the next room. But he didn’t realize you were fully aware of his nightly escapades. You knew him too well. You were too sweet to him. Spencer knew after all the fucked up things he’s been through he didn’t deserve your friendship; or anything more despite the fact.
“Did you know that elephants sleep the least of any other animal?” he told you, he doesn’t know why. Maybe to distract you, or seduce you. Both outcomes came often enough for him to make it a guessing game.
“You’re not an elephant.”
And then there were the ultra rare times when neither outcome happened; just now being one of them.
“Sleep deprivation has been associated with reduced sexual desire and arousal,” he tried again.
“Well, I can help with that,” you teased. There we go.
He leaned down to kiss your lips but you pulled back in tease, smile on your face; you knew how pussywhipped you had this man. He didn’t want to fight it, he was growing desperate for you with every passing second. Rolling his eyes, he dipped his head in the crook of your neck. His hands left your hips, pulling you closer to him from your waist and lower back. Your hands began to unbutton his shirt, he was still wearing the clothes you saw him working in earlier that day.
You stopped him, never been one to have sex anywhere other than the bedroom, taking his hand already knowing where to go after doing so many times before already. Although, it wasn’t like his apartment was a confusing labyrinth. He followed you like always.
You reached the edge of the bed, sitting instinctively. Your hand went straight to his belt, undoing it with ease. Spencer pulled your hands away from his hips before sinking to his knees to the ground. He pulled your hips to the very edge, scratching the skin as he desperately pulled at your pants bringing them down your legs. Of course you let him.
He pushed you back and you fell on your elbows, still able to see him so clearly. See him dip his head and kiss the skin on the inside of your knee, his eyes lingering on yours. You let your head go for a second, basking in the feeling of his lips. They always made you feel so warm and tingly. One thing about Spencer, he loved foreplay. All the little things that lead up to sex. Most of the time, he craved the foreplay more than the sex itself.
He moved your legs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his hands holding your hips. His nose ran along your inner thighs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the feeling of his warm breath coming from his nose. His fingers fiddled against your hip bones and you wiggled a bit becoming desperate by the minute for something more than just this teasing.
“Spence,” you whined, looking back at him.
“It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, you’ll never learn patience will you?” Spencer bartered.
“Spencer, I don’t come to you to learn patience,” you spat, not with any malice however.
“You won’t come at all with that attitude,” he snapped back, hiding a grin between your legs.
“Spencer!” you gasped.
He chuckled lowly, bringing his hand between your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side to expose you to him. You were glistening, slick beginning to leak from you already. Spencer could feel himself getting hard. He precariously tried to not buck his hips into the bed like horny teenager.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.
He stepped up quickly letting your legs drop harshly. His fingers curled over the hem of your underwear pulling them down and tossing behind his shoulder before returning to his previous position. He felt like he was possessed. Acting and moving like it was primal, instinctive. He wanted nothing more in this moment than to satisfy you.
He kissed all the places except the place you needed the most. You curled your toes anticipating his next move, longing for his lips, tongue, fingers, anything to bring you pleasure. Just when you were about to sit up, ready to nag at him, his lips wrapped around your bud.
Your shoulders gave out at the feeling. Your body electrifying instantaneously. Your eyes trained on the ceiling, focusing on everything about Spencer in this moment, the sounds, his touch, his tongue. His tongue dipping in you every now and then, making you moan feverishly. His hands spread out, pinning your hips down to the bed to try and get you to stop wiggling your hips, but he wasn’t too successful in that.
“Knock it off,” he groaned, removing a hand wrapped around your leg to bring his fingers to your entrance.
“It’s not enough; I need more,” you whined.
“No, you want more,” he debuted, “You’re being greedy.”
“And you’re being mean,” you quipped, you always had something to retort.
“Ok, fine,” he stood up.
“Stop!” you whined, “Please, come back. Do whatever you want.”
“I will,” he sat on his knees again, instantly bringing his fingers up to rub slow circles that made your toes curl.
He purposefully let them every now and then prod at your entrance make your hips jerk in surprise. He could see how wet you were, all of the slick telling him how needy you were. He looked up to look at your face. His eyes catching your nipples peeking through the fabric of your shirt from the pleasure already, smiling to himself.
“Sexual arousal can cause an increase in blood flow to not just female genitalia, but also the breasts,” he told you, feeling your thighs squeeze ever so slightly.
“Is that your way of telling me my nipples are hard because of you?” you teased.
“Yes,” he stated before diving straight back between your thighs.
His tongue did circles like his fingers, the wetness and warmth much more stimulating than before. His fingers slid inside you, curling when he couldn’t push them any further. You moaned out, reaching your hand down to comb your fingers through Spencer’s shaggy hair. The noises of everything bounced off the walls of Spencer’s shallow bedroom. It sounded vulgar but so sexy. Your heavy breathing practically syncing together.
Your thighs squeezed more and more as you got closer to your climax; you didn’t care if you were suffocating Spencer. If he died, he died pleasuring you and neither of you minded it in this moment. Your hips grinding against his tongue chasing you release frantically. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you rapidly, leading you to ecstasy.
Your breaths became shaking, as did your moans. You were overcome with pleasure as your orgasm hit you so suddenly. You could feel Spencer’s smile growing against you, you knew that he wasn’t going to withdraw despite reaching your climax.
“Oh god, too much, Spence.”
“First it was not enough, now it’s too much?” he taunted you, fingers still pumping in and out you strenuously.
“Spence!” you wailed, your voice trembling embarrassingly.
When he wouldn’t give out, you pulled at his hair as you sat up and pulled his mouth away from between your thighs.
“Oh ow, ow, ow!” he whined.
“Jesus, you were gonna give me a heartache,” you whined.
“Actually the possibility of having a heart attack during sexual activity is exceedingly low. So you wouldn’t have had anything to worry about; if anything you would get a small headache,” he explained.
“You’re giving me a headache,” you whined, making him laugh.
You pulled him from the back of his neck, crashing his lips against yours. You loved to kiss Spencer. You always felt the closest to him physically when you kissed. Which is ironic since he was quite literally inside you most nights. Kissing, the art of kissing, was practically your love language. You always gave small pecks when you were together, privately of course.
Spencer was worried at first, that kissing was too intimate that things would complicate fast and feelings would get hurt. But as time went on and things continued to stay normal between you, he just began to relish in it rather than worry about nothing. At least that’s what he’s convinced himself of.
He suddenly remembered the first time you slept together. You were in his apartment one night going over some details of the case. Nothing so major, or frightening, but something wasn’t adding up. You decided to take a break, cracking open some beers and just talk. One beer became two, then three, then four and then suddenly bottles littered the pitiful coffee table in front of you. You were very clear with him, “I don’t just sleep with anybody.” But you were a woman with needs just as much as Spencer was a man, “Neither do I.”
“Things have to stay the way they are if we do this,” he told you that night.
“They will,” you assured him.
You rested your forehead against his seeing his eyes seem different. Spencer always did this. Everytime, just for a minute or even a second, he would disappear behind his eyes, like he was reminiscing on a memory you couldn’t describe.
“You did that thing again,” you said with a small grin on your face.
“I know,” he blushed, “Sorry.”
“You ever gonna tell me what you’re thinking about when you do that?” you questioned.
“Nope,” he smirked, making you giggle.
Spencer stood straight up shagging his shirt off before scrambling out of his pants. He crawled back over you settling his hips between your thighs as he dipped his head down to attach his lips to your neck. Your hand curled around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair as his breath and lips tickled your skin. Your hips fit together snuggly, grinding against desperate to chase each other’s highs.
Spencer reached into the drawer beside your head to pull out a condom. You snatched it from his hands with a devilish smirk on your face tearing it with your teeth. You spat the foil corner from your mouth, pulling the condom from its package before tossing it aside. You reached between your bodies stroking Spencer. His face blushing red, contorting with pleasure as it’s the first of the night to feel some sort of friction he needed from the beginning. The reason he called you in the first place.
Spencer let his hands trace your skin. Though you wouldn’t react, your skin erupted in goosebumps. Feeling him prodding against your entrance, your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat. You always anticipated this part. No matter how many times you and Spencer spent the night together, you couldn’t ever get used to the flips your stomach made at this time.
Spencer pushed his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making your hum in delight. Spencer’s breath became heavy as he pulled out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face began to feel hot as Spencer began to find a good rhythm. You could feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp.
You looked at Spencer’s face; the veins bulging from his forehead and his neck. You cupped his cheek with your hand, catching his rhythm with your hips. Your breath became heavy, your hums became moans. Spencer wasn’t exactly the most vocal lover you laid with. Not that Spencer was your lover of course. That‘s not what you meant.
“What’s going on in that pretty little brain?” Spencer’s voice took you from your sudden trance; his pace beginning to slow. He brought his hand to your face, pulling the stray hairs that stuck to your cheeks from your sweat away.
“Nothing, just don’t stop,” you sighed, pulling his lips down to yours again.
Spencer picked up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You felt overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You pushed Spencer’s shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high. Spencer sat on his knees gripping your hips, practically ramming his hips into yours. Your back arched and you gripped the sheets beneath you.
“Oh god, fuck,” you cried out. Your thighs squeezing Spencer’s torso as you began to get closer to your climax.
“Shit, it’s like I can’t get enough no matter how many times I have you squirming beneath me,” he gloated.
You could see Spencer's chest begin to get red, his knuckles however turning white. Your hands reached down gripping his wrists. Prying them away, before sitting up to straddle his legs, as they stretched forward, adjusting comfortably. You held on to his shoulders sturdily, finding an entirely new rhythm to chase your high.
Spencer’s hands ran up your back, sliding under your shirt that you had yet to take off. No wonder you were overwhelmed with heat. He peeled the tight fabric from your skin, tossing it to the ground like he has so many times before. He unhooked your bra with ease, his eyes instantly trained to your chest. He couldn’t help his hands following, massaging the soft skin. Spencer looked up to you as you bounced up and down. Sweat dripping seductively down the valley of your breasts.
“You’re so pretty,” Spencer whispered, staring up at you.
“I know,” you joked breathlessly, giving him a playful wink.
Spencer let out a breathy laugh at that. The both of you were itching for a release now. Your bodies squirming against one another, aching to give the other the release. You leaned back placing your hands on his thighs, moving your hips faster and harder than before.
“Spencer, I’m getting close, I feel it,” you whimpered, “Please tell me you’re close too.”
“I’m close,” he breathed out.
“Fuck,” you cried.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let go,” Spencer mused, he reached between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster.
You gasped out, chest heaving as you felt the waves of pleasures wash over you suddenly. You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping from you as you threw your head back; arched back and thighs tensed. Spencer’s hand held your body close to himself, and you curled forward wrapping your arms around his head as you climaxed indefinitely. Spencer grunted below you, his legs stiffening and jerking upward. Curses whispered from his lips.
“Oh, shit,” you gasped, relaxing and slumping your body over Spencer.
“Treat me good, like always,” he whispered, his hand coming briefly to stroke your hair gently.
He rolled you over, laying you lazily on his bed before climbing out of the bed swiftly. He stumbled his way to dispose of the rubber. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer along with something to cover himself. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, gently cleaning you as your eyes slowly blinked, telling him you were exhausted.
“You want to stay the night? I can see how tired you are.”
“I’ll be gone first thing in the morning,” you quipped with a small grin on your face.
Spencer laid beside you, covering your body with the blankets. You curled by his side, your leg falling over his hips. He turned the lights out, but the soft golden glow from the lights in the room next door streamed in. His arm wrapped around you, fingers softly stretching your back. Steady breaths against his chest gave him a sense of comfort. He was always a bit jealous how easily sleep came to you; how peaceful you looked when you did. Spencer tried to close his eyes. He tried to let rest wash over him like a blanket. What felt like seconds was an hour. And another hour. He peeked at his watch laying on the nightstand beside him, three o’clock the time read.
Sighing, he sneaked out of bed, careful to not wake you. He skulked towards the kitchen, eyeing the small glass of whiskey still on the table. He couldn’t help smirk to himself over it. He opened the cabinet grabbing a mug, pouring a bitter liquid into it. He took a big swig of his favorite beverage, basking in all the flavors, when suddenly a beautiful figure stood before him.
“Hey,” his voice was quiet.
“I’m guessing you haven’t slept,” you tiptoed your way to him, you could hear him sighing.
“Is there anything at all I can do to help you?” you whispered, carefully placing your hand on Spencer’s warm back.
“No, but having you here is enough.”
You were beginning to blur the lines between your arrangement and your friendship. But neither you nor Spencer could muster up the courage to stop what you’ve started. Spencer indulged in your sweetness, the way you were always there to satiate his desires, the way you opened yourself to him like heaven’s gate. And you, well you would never admit it. Being in love with Spencer that is. You’ve known him for years; seen the best parts of him and helped him through the worst. You knew him the best of anyone you’ve known before. And he could say the same too. He’s never opened up to anyone as much as he has to you.
You were perfect for each other. And yet, Spencer wouldn’t allow himself to bask in it. He truly believed he didn’t deserve you. That all the demons that haunted him in these dark hours were undeserving of your kindness, compassion, gentleness. Simply thinking about you was often enough to calm him in tense situations. But he would never tell you this. So here he was, standing in the kitchen with his coffee black at three in the morning wondering why you couldn’t see that he would never be enough for you.
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16
— 05. THE END
PREV. PART — [ SERIES MASTERLIST ]
summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles.
content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like!
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user48 she's so hot i don't know if i wanna be her
zendaya prettiest girl in the world.
user49 is she with charles??
user50 her life doesn't revolve around charles.
user51 im pretty sure she's with charles.
user52 i actually saw a picture going around tw of her and charles like a day ago? so maybe they're spending summer break together
user53 a fan ran into charles today in monaco so i don't think they're tgt
francisa.cgomes whoever told you to buy that bikini has excellent taste
yourusername i might kiss that person
pierregasly HEY! that's my girlfriend you know.
yourusername she wants ME
user54 what is charles doing in the likes
user55 yk sometime people like other people posts.
user56 and they're dating so it's pretty normal
user54 some people still act surprised lol
alex_albon you look pretty good (i was forced to comment) ((i'm held at gunpoint))
user57 she could be a model
user58 but she chose to follow charles like a dog
user59 what is wrong with you people? you hate her just because she's dating your favorite driver. pathetic.
user60 and she IS a model btw
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oscarpiastri We had to leave the others behind. Sacrificies were made.
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landonorris WHY DIDN'T YOU TAKE ME?
user61 wait. are they spending summer break together?
user62 girl have you been living under a rock? everyone's spending summer break with everyone. go check twitter.
lilymhe bring me ice cream :(
user63 im having a panic attack
user64 i may never recover
user65 THE 813 WE NEVER KNEW WE NEEDED
charles_leclerc where did you take my girlfriend?
danielricciardo pay us or you'll never see her again.
oscarpiastri We'll throw her into the ocean.
yourusername WHAT THE F
user66 OMG MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING
georgerussell63 We're going to leave without you.
carmenmundt No, we are not.
georgerussell63 Yes, ma'am 🫡
user67 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE ALL TGT I'M GOING TO CRY
user68 no one was ready for this
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yourusername who's that handsome boy. 👀
user69 summer break is looking good
user70 screaming crying throwing up i can't do this anymore
maxverstappen1 No pic credits? I put my life in danger for you.
user71 Y/N'S COMMENT OMG
user72 my parents
user73 i want him so bad
user74 i need them to confirm their relationship
user75 i mean it's confirmed they're dating, charles called her his gf in oscar's most recent post
user76 WHAT
user75 idk why people need them to 'confirm' they just don't want to
user76 she's been receiving sm hate online i understand if they wanna keep it a little more private
user78 STAY CALM EVERYBODY STAY CALM
user79 one chance thats all i ask
arthur_leclerc thanks for (not) inviting me
charles_leclerc adults only 🤪
pierregasly i told him to invite you
charles_leclerc no you didn't stfu
user80 I FEEL BLESSED
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charles_leclerc As Taylor Swift once said... love you to the moon and to saturn.
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user81 I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ITS TOO EARLY
user82 i'm sleeping on the highway tonight
yourusername as taylor swift once said... you are the best thing that's ever been mine. 🖤
charles_leclerc should we kiss now?
yourusername i see you making eyes at me from across the room.
landonorris there are children on this app
alex_albon fucking finally!
yourusername stfu
user83 MY PARENTS
pierregasly you can finally stop whining. 🙄
user84 THIS IS TOO CUTE
user85 oh my god they finally confirmed it
maxverstappen1 It was all thanks to me, you're welcome.
alex_albon it was thanks to me?? what are you on about
maxverstappen1 If I hadn't threaten to punch him, he wouldn't have made things right.
alex_albon I introduced them!
yourusername no you didn't, you abandoned me and that's how i met charlie.
alex_albon SEE?! THANKS TO ME
user86 con 😭 gra 😭 tu 😭 lations 😭
oscarpiastri Can you adopt me now?
olliebearman get in line
landonorris i'm their first born child gtfo
georgerussell63 So happy for you! Can you get out of the room now, we want to eat.
danielricciardo they aren't getting out of that room😏
user87 AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT'S LYRICS
user88 when is it my turn????
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note: oh my god, i'm so sorry it took me this long to finish this but here you have the final chapter. i'm not good with series but i did my best. hope you liked it!🤍
#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fluff#f1 imagine#f1 grid x reader#charles leclerc x you#f1 smau
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HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. I was in class today, and yk, i just couldn’t help but be bored and thought to myself “hey, what about head canons for sal and brainiac!y/n?” Good idea if i do say so myself! I also thought about whether it should be todds sister, but i changed my mind since idk i just, idk. SOOOO HERES THATT and enjoy! :)
(Lets just appreciate this amazing work. Truly, props to the artist this is so, yes.) (@paint_soda on ig!)
How it happened HCs
Tbh, the school didn’t see this coming. A brainiac with a person like sal? No one saw it coming, not even Larry, and Larry knows everything about his best friend. From his measurements (not like that) to his least favorite kind of pasta
and you didn’t really see it coming either! You honestly just fell really hard one day because sal got one of the hardest questions you’ve come upon, right, before you
You gotta say, you’re a sucker for the smart ones
While you’ve never seen his face, you have seen him around school with his small group of friends
You have your little clique, but recently, they’ve been shit talking you.
Saying things about you, calling you names and starting rumors, things like slut and whore being tossed around since one of your friends ex boyfriend had a crush on you
Youre not the kind of stereotypical nerd. Oh no, you arent.
You are most definitely not
Sal fell for you, mostly because of YOUR brains to
He likes that in a person. Someone who’s pretty, and smart!? He’s on the floor.
General relationship HCs
You don’t know how to explain it, well you do, but you always say it in the same way
Sal is the best boyfriend ever.
Sal knows everything thing about you, and you know everything about him
He knows your least favorite way to solve a problem for goodness sake
He knows the way you play with your fingers when your focusing on finding the solution to a question
He knows how you sit when you’re uncomfortable
He knows everything
You know almost the same amount he knows about you, about him
You know how he hold onto his pigtails when he’s afraid, you know how insecure he is about his face
He’s glad he’s dating someone like you. Its not like he’s dumb or anything, but he knows you definitely helped Larry, and he knows that he helped you get out of your toxic friend group.
You don’t talk about it much, but he knows
He’s seen it
He’s seen them look at you and him holding hands in the hallways, he’s seen them whisper to each other while looking at you, laughing to themselves.
It makes him mad
You always tell him your a big girl and can handle it, but he knows it kills you to see your once friends, now hate you because of one silly thing
If having rizz was a crime, you would be arrested
Cause MAN can you make sal FLUSTERED
The compliments, the PDA, the PINKY HOLDING. Sal has stopped working once you hold his pinky for the first time
He doesn’t mind holding hands, but you know he prefers pinkies.
Its amazing how you don’t react when seeing his face to him. Larry didn’t react, but he barely got to see. You got to see for a full minute. And sal thought you hated him because of how much you didnt react
Which sounds silly, but to him, it wasnt
He thought you hated his face so much, you decided it was to horrid to even comment on
But all those thoughts were cleared when you kissed him
Kissed his lips
Kissed his scars
Kissed him
He knew right then and there, that you were the one for him. His and his only
#sally face#sal fisher x reader#sally face x reader#sal fisher#sally face hcs#hcs#relationship#relationship hcs#sal fisher hcs
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being a professional volleyball player had gotten kiyoomi an onslaught of— albeit, somewhat unhinged, fans.
he'd never say he hated his fans. in fact, he appreciated their constant support for his growth as both a person and a way too attractive volleyball player. however, the way some of them would show their support was rather... unique for his standards.
the two of you were sprawled out on the couch, you mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, and him ultimately deciding to do the same. this was one of the few times he ever even went on the damn app and the first thing he's greeted with is an edit of him from his most recent game. he somehow felt inclined to open the comments but a part of him knew his scowl would only deepen if he did.
you leaned over and tried to smooth out the crease in between his brows with a hum. "you gotta give them credit, 'omi. you look really hot there."
"it's a 15 second video of me drinking water."
"still hot."
he rolled his eyes, switching his phone off and leaning on your shoulder. you went back to running through his hair with one hand, and scrolling on tiktok with the other.
while kiyoomi was mainly focused on how nice it felt to have your fingers gently carding through his hair, he was also listening along to the random audios that played each time you scrolled onto another video. eventually, a song oddly familiar to kiyoomi started up on your phone.
wait.
kiyoomi paused, turning to look up at you in a comically slow manner with a grimace painted on his face. you bit back a laugh at his sour expression, batting your eyelashes back at him. "what's wrong, my sweetheart, honeybunch, sugarplum, light of my life?"
"ignoring those disgusting pet names— is that the same edit i just saw?"
the familiar song played faintly as you offered him an innocent grin. you glanced at your phone then back at him, quickly swiping up. "edit? don't know what you're talking about."
alas, the algorithm knew you a bit too well. maybe it was coming after you with the fact yet another kiyoomi edit popped up after you swiped. the two of you stared at the screen silently, your thumb sliding over to press another button.
"...what a coincidence, huh 'om-"
"did you just favorite it?"
you didn't respond. he shifted closer to grab your phone, you leaned away. this ultimately led to you and kiyoomi wrestling for your phone. as you two were tugging at your phone, it slid to unsurprisingly, another kiyoomi edit.
"i'm gatekeeping these, get off!"
"they're literally edits of me!"
eventually, he decided to dig his fingers in your sides, causing you to break into what sounded like a mixture of a scream and manic laughter. he smiled triumphantly, using his free hand to grab your phone from your— now weak grasp and going straight to your favorites.
he scrolled through the random collection of cooking tutorials he knows you won't do, cat videos you've shown him multiple times, and of course, edits of him. from clips of him from interviews to his monstrous spikes, you had it all.
"this is— an invasion of privacy!" you whined, trying to get your phone back to no avail. kiyoomi looked through all your saved edits with an amused look. "think you might be even more obsessed than these fans." he teased, his shoulders shaking as a chuckle escaped his lips.
"god, can't someone enjoy videos of their jaw-droppingly handsome, gorgeous, hot, attractive boyfriend in peace?"
"not when you're right next to said handsome boyfriend, watching those videos on the highest possible volume."
you waved off his quip, "details, details." you propped your head on his shoulder and watched in silent amusement as he regrettably decided to open the comments on one of the edits. he's not even sure how some of these comments slipped past community guidelines, while some were rather tame, gushing about how good he looked, some were so depraved he thought he was going to get permanent frown lines just by looking at them.
"if you though that was bad, you should see what i say on twitter."
for the sake of his sanity, kiyoomi decides against checking your twitter account.
my 31 pending school reqs will not stop me from kiyoomi posting!!
#♡ crumpled paper#i dont like this 1 but i cant bring myself to work on it anymore its been like 2 weeks 😭😭#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x you#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x you#sakusa fluff
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what are your fave warrior nun fics?
Oh, anon. You don't even know the can of worms you've just opened. Here are a few (a few!) of my favorites.
Firstly, teach me to love, as you have loved me by @birgittesilverbae. It's in the POV of Beatrice as she grows up in the OCS, putting Shannon, Mary and Lilith in the limelight as well, and the most recent chapter (12k!) has gone through essentially all of canon. It's about grief and family and warmth and loss and it's so fucking good. Cannot recommend this more.
Next I have sunday people (sunday shines for you) by @piratekane. Sundays are for the girls, by the way. if you even care. This is peak pining behavior, miscommunication that isn't just there for the dramatics, and Ava being The Best Girl Ever (and the most jealous girl ever). Fantastic fic.
Then there's show me something of a reckoning by @thirteenyasmin, which is a given, of course. Switzerland canon-divergent fic where, as the tags say, fake-dating becomes real-dating. As they deserve. Has some lines that will tear your soul to pieces in the best way.
Next is Nice jugs, a climbing AU by @cowboycatd. Do you know anything about climbing? No? Me, neither. But this series of fics describes it--alongside exceptionally-written flirting--masterfully. You should read Climbing AU.
Then I have falling (for you) like snow on christmas by @justawhitewall. Hallmark movie AU! They're much better when they're Avatrice, by the way. I read it during the posting and have reread it at least once a month ever since. Incredible.
Spellbound by @omomoification. Witch (kinda) AU! Will sweep you away into the world that's created and you won't even notice as the 15k goes by in a flash. Fucking gorgeous piece of art. Made me insane, made some people break the character limit while commenting.
the imprint of your soul on mine (feels nothing short of divine) by @the-penguinspy. Read this if you're feeling down, because you won't be when you're done. The softest thing you could ever read, and I read a lot of soft things. Fic that gives you a hug and a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
And last but certainly not least, A Bit of Earth by @whatwordsmiss. Full fic isn't posted yet but it is written, and this story is just... wonderful. It's about grief, it's about growing up, it's about falling in love and healing together and healing apart and being kind and, sometimes, in particular moments, it's about a Garden. A must-read.
#most of these writers also have other works that I recommend as well!!!!! such a talented group of people#I KNOW I'm forgetting some too#but those will be for next time#sorry for the tags everyone. u deserve to be Known#warrior nun#avatrice#smokey answers#anonymous#500#1k
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Hello! May I request fallout 4 companions (Nick especially) with Sole who shares the bare minimum of information about themselves? Not because Sole doesn’t trust them, they really enjoy theirs companions company. Perhaps they busy themselves so they don’t have to think about all the little and big things they miss. (I bet Codsworth would find pristine things that Sole would miss (like a favorite movie, vinyl, or comic?))
Sorry if its not something you’re interested in doing right now. The ask kinda came out as a ramble, I’m lacking sleep haha. Thanks again for considering my request!
》Honestly one of my favorite kinds of characters.
【Cait】 She doesn't appreciate it. Her contract was traded to some random weirdo who barely says anything. It took three days before the topic of your name came up. And two weeks to know what you were looking for, who. But in return you don't ask what she does on her own time or what she's done. It feels like you don't mind rather than you don't care and that makes her feel seen. It stays between you unsaid in her eyes.
♡If romanced she doesn't push for any information. You'll tell her if it's important. People think it's weird the two of you to not share about yourselves like normal people but you're happy, that's all that matters.
【Codsworth】 It's just like it was before. He, unlike the others, already knows you. He knows you very well. Not only did you do an intake for daily preferences but he also served you for a few years. While you're out and about you'll do something or say something that sounds like no information to others or out of context and he'll answer, "Just as I was thinking as well." While you camp with some of the other companions he does chores the way you like without needing to ask, making comment on recent events, which makes them jealous for sure. He digs up things from the house he preserved or found and fixes them up brand new before presenting it to you. Songs you liked or wanted to hear. Movies and shows and comics. Clothes pressed for you and the furniture is redone the way it used to be. He knows you and wants to keep it that way.
【Curie】 Low-key doesn't care. She has one thing on her mind and that's her own goal to better medicine. Finding things to do that is all she needs of you. When she goes to be a synth her feelings overwhelm her and you guide her through that. She's never ever asked about you. She'll tell you about what she's feeling but never thinks to ask what you feel. In her defense, is doesn't understand the nuance of social interactions. And to her credit, it works for the both of you.
♡If she's romanced she realizes she wants to know what you feel and if it's the same as her. She's mostly interested in what you feel now rather than what your opinion is in the past or isn't currently relevant.
【Danse】 Right away he doesn't care for it. A mercenary who talks very little can be dangerous. But you followed orders well and are a damn good shot. The way he asks is more like demanding. It was all for a vetting process but still rude. After the intake he didn't care about your lack of openness. Didn't matter to him personally. After BB he suddenly regrets not knowing you. He was so rude and dismissed you as another faceless soldier and you saved him, from the Brotherhood and himself. Now he wants to know you.
♡If romanced he makes effort to know you, like really know you. For a long time he refused individuality so his own sense of self is not great. But you know yourself and make no attempt to hide it. You are so sure of yourself you don't need to explain. That's one of the things he loves about you.
【Deacon】 He thinks you're like him, that you want to hide in plain sight. As much as he gives that to you he's nosy as fuck and takes every chance to learn about you, mostly from afar. It doesn't take any time at all for him to realize you'll just tell him. Most of them are one word answers. It takes him even less time after that to realize you'll comment on things from before the war especially.
♡If romanced he goes out of his way to show you stuff. Old posters and toys. If you follow my headcanon that he's pre-war, he makes old references and generally adds comments on things to bait your answers.
【Hancock】 He thinks it's pretty cool. "Oh, tall, dark, and handsome/beautiful." He does play twenty questions with you 24/7 and is very happy with your half-answers because an answer is still an answer. Plus he knows at least two other people like you. He is the one who figures out that you just don't have the time or think about talking about yourself rather than purposely keeping secrets the fastest. He knows people so he knows better.
♡If romanced he plays with it. You want a kiss? Tell him what's your favorite color. He'll get on his knees if you tell him what you like about your new home. But honestly he'll do it anyways. All he needs to know is that you want him like he wants you.
【MacCready】 He was more concerned about you putting a bullet in his head while his back was turned. Everyone in the Commonwealth was looking out for number one. So imagine his surprise when you were looking out for your number one and it wasn't you. Not only were you looking for your son but you stopped to help every person who asked for help. Your actions spoke to him in a way your words, he figured, couldn't. You didn't need to help him but you did. You didn't take the caps back. And you killed the gunners the second they turned their guns on him even when they said their beef wasn't with you. It was what you did, not what you told him.
♡If romanced he will ask things. Basic ones are like, "How was your day?" Normal questions that are the peak of domestic life. Then the more personal things. Some sound silly, "What's your favorite color?" But most build off of a quick thing you said in passing, "Wait, you've been to California? What was it like?" He trusts you'll tell him the truth.
【Nick】 As a private detective this simply won't do. He gets it at first, you just need him to find your son, it's business. However, you want him to stay with you after that. It confuses him because you made no indication you like him in the slightest way. He's the second fastest to realize you're not keeping to yourself on purpose. As one of the only ones who are pre-war he's able to get things the others can't. He'll talk about things and give his options and bait you into answering it. That was a common way to get people to talk back then when you were trying to be polite and keep up the conversation, even if the conversation stays a bit thin.
♡If he's romanced he makes fun of the fact you forget to say things about yourself. Don't get it wrong, he makes it clear you don't need to share. He's just poking fun.
【Piper】 This simply won't do. She asks as many question as they come up but she gets depressing short answers. You either give one word answers or say you're not really in the mood, on some occasions you admit you don't know, you never thought about it. It takes a long time for her to stop and that's only because the questions start getting old. And you still feel like a mystery even though you've told her everything.
♡If she's romanced she realizes how much you've told her and pushes it. What is your type? How do your lips feel? Why do you look so good? It becomes playful and light, never serious.
【Preston】 In the beginning he didn't realize he didn't know much about you. He took your help selfishly to get him and his people back on stable ground but you told him you were happy to help. So he takes time to learn about you and give you everything he could possibly help you with. In hopes you would share by yourself he gives things to you without any prompt. It doesn't really work most of the time.
♡If romanced he asks things with hearts in his eyes. He is so lovesick he takes all of your half-answers and files it away in his mind. It hardly matters at that point.
【X6】 It wasn't his mission so he didn't care. You owed him no explanation or justification. Doesn't mean he doesn't question you. He asks why you helped someone, why you stopped for a distraction. And of course you give short answers like, "They needed help." or "I wanted to." Later, after the Institute is gone, he sees how you carry yourself and tries to copy it. Obviously he can't so you help him too. You showed him he can figure himself out by himself and he didn't need you. So he held the same opinion; he doesn't need to know you like that.
♡If romanced he's still comfortable with you keeping things to yourself. It's only after months of being together do you realize he's never asked you a personal question, that you've never shared anything that personal. When you bring that to him he tells you that hardly matters. But seeing you make the effort after that gives him a feeling he can't describe. It's a good feeling he thinks.
#ask and you shall receive#fallout 4#fallout imagines#fallout x reader#companions react#gender neutral reader#cait#curie#codsworth#danse#deacon fo4#hancock#maccready#nick valentine#piper wright#preston garvey#x6 88
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Headcanons for Jennifer Check with an autistic S/O?
I love this idea so much- I took inspiration from some of my own experiences so this might not apply to everyone but I certainly did my best! I really hope you like it <3
Jennifer Check with an autistic s/o
Warnings: brief mention of meltdowns/sensory overloads, references to ableism/ignorant people, very brief (somewhat) joking mention of committing murder (it's Jenny, what do you expect), very salty and blunt language that I'm honestly not even sorry for
I honestly think Jennifer would appreciate dating an autistic person, especially if you're the type who's very straight forward or overly blunt about things
She probably thought you were a bit of a bitch at first I'm not gonna lie lol, but she makes that assumption about pretty much everyone when she first meets them
You'd seen each other around school before but your first real conversation was when you were paired up for some sort of science project. She was not looking or feeling like her typical hot and fabulous self, and while you weren't the first to notice you were the only one brave enough to point it out
"Have you been getting enough sleep recently? You have really heavy bags under your eyes"
Jennifer wanted to snap at you at first, thinking you were being sarcastic (because obviously she had bags under her eyes, she didn't need anyone pointing it out) but much to her surprise you didn't look like you were making fun of her. In fact, you seemed a little concerned
"Your hair looks pretty damaged." You continued, oblivious to the look of utter shock on her face that you would actually say something like that out loud. "If using both shampoo and conditioner is too much of a trouble I can recommend some two-in-one products. Or you can always use dry shampoo in between washes"
The woman was too stunned to speak. All she was able to do was mutter an awkward "thank you", something that you simply nodded your head at before turning the conversation back over to the project
She gained a lot of respect for you that day, as you were the only person who wasn't afraid to say what everyone was thinking (though she soon learned this was due to you not knowing what was and wasn't considered 'appropriate' to say)
Out of everyone, you're the one person Jennifer goes to (other than maybe Needy) when she needs an honest opinion on something because you won't lie to spare her feelings or try to flatter her
"Which tank top do you think I should wear to school tomorrow, the pink one or the black one?"
"Well, the pink one makes you look like slut. But the black one makes you look like both a slut and a bitch, too"
"Perfect. Black it is, then"
If you ever accidentally make a situation awkward or uncomfortable by your comments or questions you won't even have to worry about being embarrassed because she'll immediately come out with saying something so bitchy and/or vulgar that whatever you said looks innocent in comparison and is forgotten about right away
She'll get very protective if people try to purposely make you feel bad for the out of pocket things you say. After all, you're just telling people the truth, it's not their fault if they can't handle a dose of reality (her words, not mine)
Even though she loves to party she'll most likely either tone it down or just stop going altogether when she finds out you don't like them all that much because of the loud music, bright lights, small spaces crowded with lots of drunk people, etc. She'd rather be with you any way
Always lets you infodump to her about your newest interest or favorite thing, which truly shows just how much she loves you as she usually always has to be the one dominating any conversation she's a part of. Sometimes you wonder if she ever really listens until she gets you something relating to your latest hyperfixation and then you're like "ah okay so she does care :D"
Honestly she's such a trashy mcbling y2k girly (canon, she told me herself) that I feel like she's the type of person to buy you stim/fidget toys and then help you 'bling' them out by gluing on fake rhinestones and such because "you can't just walk around with boring accessories"
Is she the type of person to tease you/make a bunch of sex jokes if you have an oral fixation? Yes. Will she start carrying around lollipops, gum, chew rings, etc. in her purse to give to you when you're feeling distressed in a public place? Also yes
Totally understands if you don't like/can't eat certain foods due to pickiness, especially if this is after her demon possession. She goes out of her way to make sure the pantry is stocked with your safe foods and all your favorite snacks for whenever you come over so you won't run out of them
She may not be the best at comforting you if you're in the middle of a meltdown/sensory overload or if you start crying (especially if it's over something small) but she tries her best to be gentle, not wanting to accidentally make things worse. If you need physical comfort then she'll gladly let you wrap your arms around her and get as close as possible, but if not then she'll stay a safe distance away while trying to cheer you up with words of encouragement
Absolutely hates ableist people. Hates and will eat them /hj. She can't stand when people make you feel bad for not understanding certain phrases or not being able to pick up on social cues
If you're ever confused on something then she takes the time to explain it to you, and yes this includes her sarcasm. She can't stop being sarcastic for anyone, including you (sorry) but she can make accomadations so you don't feel stupid or left out
Jennifer finds your stimming so adorable, especially if you do it when you're excited to see her. The fact that you get so happy you have to make a physical show of it just to get the extra energy out warms her cold, otherwise unfeeling and bitchy heart
If you're a really physically affectionate person then she one hundred percent welcomes it and allows you to touch her at literally any given moment no matter where you are. If not, then that's all the more reason for her to feel special and loved if you ever do give her, say, a hug, especially if you have an aversion to touch
Speaking of which, if there are any clothes of hers that you don't like because the texture of it bothers you/makes your skin crawl then she simply won't wear them around you, and might even get rid of them so you can feel more comfortable touching her. This includes making sure her bed always has the coziest pillows and blankets and comfiest sheets for whenever you spend the night
Overall I think Jen would love you no matter what personality quirks you may have regarding being autistic, and she would never fail to tell you just how much she loves you for them
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Rub Down
Changbin x Thick Female Reader
Word count: 4.8K
Synopsis: When your masseuse cancels on you last minute and Felix isn't handy, Changbin, disreguarding his crush on you, offers up his massaging services.
A/N: 18+ ONLY! Did I write 4.8k words of thick reader trash in one day today... maybe. You gonna be upset about it? I don't think so! LMAO! Six down two to go! If you liked this one give it a reblog, like, comment, hit me up in my ask box. Your feedback fuels my writing so please, don't be shy! As always warnings and smut below the cut!
Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating (a little), clit slapping, cock slapping (face/clit a little), spanking, spit play (a little), both dom/both sub dynamic (they switch although Changbin is the more dominant between the two), multiple orgasms/overstimulation, cum eating/cum play/cum shot, unprotected piv sex (use condoms please!), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, cream pie, pet names (baby, princess, good girl/ Bin, Binnie, handsome, etc), I THINK that's everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I will add it!
You were extremely thankful for your friends, but especially Seo Changbin. You had always been a bigger girl, even as a child. It was just your body type, your whole family was big, tall, stocky, chubby, so big surprise, you were too. You were very strong willed, also inherited from your family, and one of the many things you and Changbin had in common. Even being bigger, you were never very self-conscious about your body, everyone has an off day from time to time of course, but for the most part you loved your body. You were curvy and had a nice thick ass, big breasts, you thought your pooch was cute, but all that aside, recently you had made the decision to try and be a bit more active. You weren’t looking to lose weight, just tone a bit and have a little more energy. Who better to ask than your good friend Changbin, whose favorite past time was lifting heavy things for fun. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous, and you certainly wouldn’t mind him lifting your heavy ass for a little fun.
Changbin had been harboring a teensy crush on you for a while, so when you asked to tag along with him to the gym a few times a week he jumped at the chance to spend more time with you. You developed a routine easily. You did well with routine. Every other day you met Changbin to workout and your last workout day of the week you went to the masseuse and work out any knots you might have developed throughout your week. It was your routine... every week... except this week. About an hour into your workout with Changbin you got a text from your masseuse saying that she wouldn’t be able to get you in due to a family emergency. You groaned out when you read it and flopped back on the weight bench you had been using, sulking.
“What’s wrong?” Changbin walked over and saw you lying on your bench, your tight black shorts riding up slightly, more of your big silky thighs showing, your breasts were spilling from the top of your matching black sports bra. He spotted you when you grabbed the bar and started your last rep of bench presses. You grunted out as you pushed up.
“Guuh, I can’t get my massage todayaaaah... my lady cancelled on meughhh...” You lifted the bar one last time then secured the weights on the rack again and sat up, sweat dripping down your temples. Changbin tried to be respectful. He tried not picture the things he would kill to do to you, but it was hard between your noises and the way you were glowing from your workout. You pulled at your shoulder and dug your fingers into the muscles in your neck. You looked over your shoulder at Changbin who was staring at you.
“Hey!” He jumped snapping out of it.
“Do you think Yongbokie would give me a massage?” You asked hopeful. Changbin scrunched his face.
“He’s out of town this weekend.” You groaned falling back against the bench again, your full chest rising and falling as you caught your breath.
“Shit! Ugh! I was really needing one this week. I’ve been so stiff and sore. It’s only gonna get worse.” You pushed your sweaty hair out of your face and rested your arm across your eyes still catching your breath. When the idea popped in his head Changbin thought it was great and blurted it out immediately.
“Felix has shown me some things, I can massage you if that’ll help?” As soon as he said it, he regretted it for a multitude of reasons. What if he made you uncomfortable asking and you said no, what if you said yes?! Then Changbin would have to rub down your soft body and try to not get hard while doing so. You thought about it for a minute and then dropped your arm away from your face looking up at Changbin.
“Are you sure? You really don’t have to Bin. I can just wait for her next available day or beg Felix when he gets home later this weekend.” Changbin tried to act as cool as possible while his heart threatened to punch it’s way out of his chest.
“No! No, it’s okay really, I don’t mind at all.” You groaned sitting up and then stood pulling at your shoulder again.
“Okie doke! Lead the way then Binnie!” You both collected your belongings and headed over to the dorm Changbin shared with your other seven friends. When you got there Changbin let you in and you both dropped all your gym junk in the living room.
“Should I lie down here or should we go to your room in case any of the guys come home and want the living room?” Changbin saw your lips moving but wasn’t registering the words coming out.
“Huh?” He asked when he finally came around.
“In here or your room Binnie?” He cleared his throat.
“Uhh my room I suppose...” You nodded and started walking back to where the bedrooms were.
“Probably the smarter option really.” You said as you turned around and saw Changbin still frozen in his place.
“Bin?” He looked up at you a little wide eyed and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Are you coming or...”
“Of course, yes, I’m coming, right behind you.” His legs finally started to work and he followed you towards his room. When he walked in, he shut the door behind him.
“Bed or floor?” Changbin turned around quickly to find you looking at him waiting for your answer.
“I guess the bed would be more comfortable for you.” You nodded and walked over to his bed crawling onto it on your hands and knees your plump ass jiggling. Changbin willed his cock not to react but could already tell this was going to be trouble. You laid down flat on your tummy and the swell of your ass was full and firm. Once you had found a comfortable position, your head resting on your crossed arms you gave Changbin the okay.
“Alright Bin, work your magic.” Oh there was definitely some magic he’d like to work on you. Get your shit together Changbin, is what he told himself as he walked over and climbed on the bed, straddling your body and sitting on your ass.
“Uh, sorry if I’m squishing you.” You hummed.
“Hmm? Oh, no you’re fine, my ass is squishy so you’re not hurting me or anything.” He ignored that very accurate description of your butt and how it made him feel and grabbed the lotion off his nightstand.
“Oh! Will you unzip the back so that we don’t get lotion on my sports bra?” Changbin’s face was so red, he was ready to blow and could not be happier that you couldn’t see him, sitting there on your ass, blushing at the idea of opening your bra.
“O-okay.” Was all he managed to choke out before reaching for the zipper on the back of your sports bra and pulling down leaving your back completely bare to him. He grabbed the lotion bottle and pumped a healthy amount into his hand. He set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together warming the lotion up a bit before leaning forward and running his hands up your back and then over your shoulders squeezing and sliding his hands back down.
“UghhhmmmBin... that feels so good.” Changbin needed you to refrain from saying things like that. He could only keep his dick in control for so long and he could feel it starting to stir in his boxer briefs. The massage, your back, focus on you. That didn’t really help either, as his hands worked over the muscles of your glistening back. You continued with the small moans after every knot Changbin worked out. Every muscle loosened on you made his cock start to throb more as it swelled. No no no! He thought to himself. Do. Not! Get a hard on right now.
“Will you work deeper into my shoulders?” That meant he had to lean against you, his erection would definitely press against you if he did that. He slowly worked his way up your back, trying to get his dick to go back down. His firm hands gripped your shoulders and started kneading, his hard cock as expected was pressed against you, only getting harder every time he moved against you.
“Mmmmm deeper Binnie...” He pushed his fingers deeper into your shoulders and neck working at the last of your stiff muscles fighting the urge to rut into you as he did and really show you deeper. You had no idea what you were doing to him. You were moaning and a little breathless from the intensely deep massage Changbin was giving you.
“Mmmmdeeperuhhhhh!” You moaned out louder and he was certain that he was gonna cum on himself if you kept at it. Finally, you let out one last satisfied groan.
“Gahhh that is just what I needed Changbinnie. Thank you.” He softly ran his hands up and down your back as a cool down from the pain he’d put you through. You were acting completely normal; you must not have felt his dick pressing against your ass although he wasn’t sure how.
“No problem, really.” He jumped off your back and scrambled to the side of his bed, attempting to hide his erection from you. You sat up and knelt on the bed by Changbin.
“Binnie?” He hummed in response unwilling to look at you. Worried that one look into his eyes would give him and his stupid crush away immediately. You crawled up right behind him so closely he could feel the warmth of your body. You lifted the hem of Changbin’s shirt. He lifted his arms allowing you to pull it up and over his head, his upper body exposed to you. His firm, muscular back facing you. You wrapped your arms around Changbin hugging him from behind. You rested your head on his broad shoulder and he could feel your nipples and your bare soft tits pressed against his naked back.
“Changbin? Do you have any stiff muscles?” Your hands reached down his body and you palmed his hard cock over his basketball shorts, kissing across his broad shoulders. Changbin’s breathing was becoming more labored.
“Wh-what are you doing y/n?” He asked nervously.
“Giving you a massage Binnie...” You said innocently as you started stroking his cock over the fabric of his shorts, your big breasts and soft tummy squishing against him with every movement. More kisses on his shoulder and up his neck.
“Uh.. Um... w-why?” You got close to Changbin’s ear licked the shell and started whispering.
“I know you have a crush on me Binnie. I see how you always look at me. You’re not as discreet as you think you are.” Changbin’s eyes closed as you jerked him off faster.
“I felt you pressing your big cock against me while you rubbed me down. Did you like touching my body?” Changbin nodded.
“Yes. F-fuck yes. I loved it!” You reached into his shorts and underwear. You softly ran the palm of your hand up and down his balls and shaft and as good as it felt, it gave him no real satisfaction yet.
“So hard Binnie! And leaking so much!” You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it behind him.
“Touch me Binnie, feel how fucking wet I am for you too baby.” His hand dipped past the elastic waist band of your gym shorts and when Changbin teased his fingers through your slit he felt how drenched you were for him. You moaned when he started teasing your clit.
“Spit on your cock for me Bin.” He leaned forward enough to spit on the head of his dick. You wrapped your fingers around him, spreading it up and down his shaft, then you started jacking him off from behind while he continued to reach around and play with your slick pussy.
“F-feels so good y/n, squeeze it harder please...” You did as he asked and squeezed him tighter as you stroked him, focusing on the head of his cock. The closer his orgasm got the faster his fingers teased your clit, rubbing your arousal against it harder and faster.
“Fuck! Binnie you’re gonna make me cum baby!” Your thick legs trapped Changbin, your body tensing around him as you came. The sound of you creaming on his fingers and the feeling of your whole body engulfing him from behind was sending Changbin skyrocketing towards his own climax. You stroked him faster, twisting your wrist, panting as you recovered from your orgasm.
“Spit on it again Bin.” He did so and you worked him faster, your hand making a squelching sound as you jerked off the tip of his cock hard, twisting.
“Cum for me Binnie... want you to jizz in your shorts for me, can you do that? Will you make a mess baby.” Changbin nodded, his whole body flushed, a slight sheen of sweat starting to form as his firm stomach sucked in and out with his heavy breaths. Changbin’s balls tightened and he started coming in his shorts like you’d asked, coating the material and your hand.
“Fuck! y/n oh fuck!” You slowly slid your hand up and down his cock smearing his cum then pulled your hand out and started licking it from your fingers. Changbin’s eyes followed your hand and when he saw you eating his cum off your fingers, he felt his dick twitch in his shorts.
“MMmm all better Bin?” Changbin gripped his cock over his cum covered shorts, rubbing, and hummed.
“Hmm still kinda stiff I think.” You cooed at him.
“Awww I’ll work it out for you Binnie. Take off your shorts and underwear and lay back for me handsome.” Changbin ditched the last of his clothes and laid back. You pulled your shorts down over your plump ass giving Changbin a good view of your slick pussy. Once you were completely naked, you got back on your knees between Changbin’s legs. You tip toed your fingers up his thick thighs towards his cock, making him twitch and leak more precum for you.
“Would you like it if I sucked your cock Bin?” He looked down at you with his lust blown eyes and nodded.
“Fuck yes! Please, suck me beautiful!” You gripped Changbin’s cock with one hand and licked him from base to tip.
“Mmm... you taste so good Binnie...” You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick gently sucking. You loved how vocal Changbin was for you.
“God yes, mmm fuck m-more, please!” You took more of him into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. His hands gathered your hair and held it up so he could see you slurping at his cock better. You popped off, looking up at him and started stroking his dick.
“It’s so big Changbin! I’m choking on it...” You swallowed him and did just that, choking and drooling down his cock before pulling off again, jerking him off faster. He pushed stray hairs away from your face as you looked up at him, tugging at his dick. Hand still gripping your makeshift ponytail.
“Are you gonna cum for me Bin?” He was panting as you started sucking his cock again hollowing your cheeks and gagging on him with your tongue out.
“Y-yes fuck! Gonna cum baby, I’m gonna cum!” You deep throated him humming and pulled off again stroking him hard and fast.
“Go on Binnie cum, want to see you cum on yourself. Promise I’ll clean you up good baby.” You squeezed his balls as you jerked his cock. He twitched in your hand, his cum streaking across his firm stomach, pooling in the indentations of his abs. He jerked and shook as you stroked every drop of his cum from him, then as promised, started licking it off his body ‘cleaning’ him. Changbin continued holding up your hair while you licked his abs clean. When every drop of cum had been licked off, you crawled back up his body and kissed him, his lips overtaking yours in a fiery passion quickly. He flipped you and suddenly you were on your back with Changbin hovering over your full body. He squished and squeezed you as he started kissing and nipping down your jaw and neck. You were melting underneath him now when moments ago he’d been at your mercy. You could feel the shift in the atmosphere.
“You’re so cute taking charge like that, but don’t think just because I let you press my buttons that I won’t fucking destroy yours.” He kissed you hard as his hand started its journey down your cushy body in search of your plump cunt. Oh fuck you thought to yourself, this man was about to disassemble you one orgasm at a time. You were fucked and you were ready.
“Guess you’re gonna have to put me in my place, huh Binnie baby? Really show me who’s boss.” He smirked at you with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh I intend to princess, don’t you worry.” He climbed down your body kissing his way down before burying his face in your cunt breathing you in. He looked up at you then spread your pussy lips apart, spit on your cunt and slapped your clit gently a few times before he started eating you out messily. He hummed and slurped and munched on your cunt as you squirmed on the bed. He wrapped his strong arms around your thick thighs and held your pussy against his face as he ate, savored, and devoured your cunt. Your first orgasm crept up on you, you started shaking as you came, feeling it through your whole body, moaning Changbin’s name as you gripped his fluffy, wavy, hair.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! B-Binnie I’m coming Fuck!” He kitten licked you through the rest of your orgasm. He was eye level with your pussy and could see your cum leaking from your cute, tight hole. He sat up and traced two fingers through it, pushing them inside you. You jumped when Changbin’s fingers brushed your g spot, your body still buzzing a bit from your last orgasm.
“Mmmm so wet for me.” Changbin started finger fucking you with the heel of his palm pressed against your clit. Your cunt made a sopping wet sound as he kept pumping his fingers into you.
“Fuck baby you hear that?” He fingered you faster, slapping your pussy again, it sounded juicy and lewd. You could feel your arousal dripping down your ass cheeks as Changbin continued to push you towards another orgasm.
“You gonna cum for me again princess? Hmm? Your juices are leaking from you, it’s giving you away. You’re gonna cum again aren’t you.” You nodded aggressively.
“YES! FUCK YES! I'M GONNA CUM BIN!” Wet fapping was all you could hear as he fucked your soaked cunt with his fingers hard, his palm slapping against your clit harder, harder, harder! You came screaming Changbin’s name.
“CHANGBIN CHANGBIN CHANGBIN FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” You squeezed your legs together as Changbin continued pumping his fingers deep inside you. Squelching and squishing with your cum. Your body relaxed and Changbin pulled his fingers out of you, then rubbed your cum all over your pussy with his whole hand, giving your clit a little slap at the end making you jump. When you finally could open your eyes you saw Changbin looking down at you, sucking your flavor off his fingers, his eyes narrowed like a cougar about to pounce on it’s dinner. Changbin propped himself over you, slotted between your legs again, his cock hard again pushing against you as he leaned down to kiss you. He whispered against your lips.
“Gonna let me fuck that tight hole princess? You’re gonna let me make you cream all over my cock too yeah?” He thrusted the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit making you moan.
“Yes Bin want you to fuck me, make me cum fuck me pleeease Binnie pleaaaaase!!” You begged not caring how cock hungry and desperate you sounded for him. He held onto his dick still rubbing it up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit again and again.
“You’re gonna let me fuck you raw yea? If I’m taking this little hole I’m filling it too. So princess you gonna let me reck you raw and fill you up with my cum?” He pushed the tip of his dick firmly against your clit focusing on rubbing it hard, both of you shaking from the pleasure.
“W-what if... what if you get me pregnant Bin?” His cock twitched hard at your question. He leaned down close to your ear.
“FUCKING good! Then everyone will know who this pussy belongs to.” You clenched around nothing and your arousal gushed from you.
“I’m pumping my cum inside you until I’m leaking from that wrecked little cunt.” Your pussy buzzed at his words and you moaned begging again.
“Give it to me raw Bin want to feel your cum inside me warm and thick.” Changbin pulled you up off the bed and kissed you hard.
“Go on bend that big ass over for Binnie. Show me that fat cunt.” You bent over and your full ass, and juicy pussy were on full display for Changbin. He knelt behind you and slapped his hard cock against your wet slit a few times. He pushed the tip of his thick cock into your quivering hole and gave you a few shallow thrusts before pulling it out and pushing it in again.
“Fuck you’re so tight princess, how’s that cute little cunt so tight hmm? Isn’t it getting fucked enough baby?” You looked back pouting with doe eyes shaking your head whining.
“No Binnie my pussy has been so neglected, needs a nice fat cock to fuck it wide open. Will you fuck my hole open Binnie pretty please?” You pushed your plump bottom lip out further. Changbin could hardly stand it, he pulled out and pushed in deeper gripping your hip and starting a slow rhythm.
“Be a good girl and hold on cause I’m gonna split you in half with my cock.” You gripped the sheets and Changbin started fucking you deep and hard. His hips slapping against your ass over and over rolling his body. He gripped both of your hips and fucked you harder.
“You feel that princess?” He thrusted really hard a few times causing you to fall face down into the mattress from the force.
“You’re gonna remember I was here when I’m done with you! Gonna remember who’s cunt this is!” Changbin jack hammered his thick cock into you, reaching down and rubbing your clit hard.
“FUCKFUCKFUCK TAKE IT TAKE IT! FUCKING FEEL THAT?! HMMM? FEEL ME WRECKING YOUR PRETTY LITTLE CUNT? FEEL ME STRETCHING YOUR. TIGHT. HOLE!?” Changbin was always such a level headed guy. This Changbin... was fucking feral, and actual mad man as he fucked the life out of you he started spanking your ass hard over and over while he railed you and you started coming, eyes crossed, drooling, screaming jibberish.
“FUCKOHMYFUCKISOAOFUCKFUCKOHSHITFAUIGUDCHANBFUCK!” Changbin slapped your fat ass cheek hard one more time, pulled out while your cunt still clenched hard around nothing, still coming, dripping. He flipped you onto your back like a rag doll, like it was the easiest thing in the world for him and his big bulky arms. He shoved his cock back inside you, gripped your wide hips and started railing you flat again, four fingers rubbing your clit hard and then smacking it. You weren’t sure if he was prolonging your last orgasm or if another was tearing through you again already, all you knew was your juices were dripping down Changbin’s cock and the wet slapping sound of his balls against your fat ass made you drip even more.
“BINBINBINBINBINNIEAHHHHHH! You were clenching around his cock coming again, he kept fucking you deep and started slapping your clit a little harder than he had before. He pulled out, slapping his fat cock against your clit more before shoving it back in and making you take him balls deep hard, relentless.
“You wanted put in your place princess? So get in line! You’re gonna be a good girl and cum as many times as I fucking tell you to!” Changbin pushed your legs back against your chest and started fucking you in the new position hard.
“Fucking cum!” He yelled hammering into you you babbled your tongue hanging out of your mouth. Your fucked out face made Changbin wild.
“I SAID FUCKING CUM!”
“CHANGBINCHANGBINCHANGBIN!” Your legs were trembling through another life altering orgasm. You were covered in sweat, breathless, and blushing. Changbin let up off your legs and wrapped them around him.
“Fuck baby. I love being locked between these thick thighs.” Changbin massaged your shaking legs.
“Open up those eyes princess.” He pushed his thumb in your mouth and you gently sucked on it, opening your eyes.
“Good girl. Now... you’re gonna cum for me one more time, and then I’m gonna fill this swollen cunt with my babies. Is that what you want?” You nodded, you had never been so fucked out in your life.
“Fill me Bin, give me your babies good and deep.” Changbin slid the tip of his cock into your tender cunt again and you immedietly started clenching around him from the overstimulation. He rolled his hips into you pushing in balls deep and his cock rubbed your g spot.
“THERE!” You shouted the feeling like being set on fire, in a good way. Changbin rolled his hips again harder rubbing the same spot deep.”
“Right there baby?” He started fucking you harder and faster as you nodded, losing your mind on Changbin’s dick.
RIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERERIGHTTHERE!” Changbin kept pumping into you until his lower half was covered in your pussy juice. You made a guttural sound before screaming as he fucked you through another orgasm, chasing his own franticly. His hips slapping against your ass hard and a fast, fap fap fap fap. He pulled out squeezing his dick and pushed the tip of his cock in. He pulled out and pushed in again thrusting the tip a couple of times before pulling out to push his tip in again. Watching your gaping cunt clench and quiver every time he pulled out. When Changbin felt his orgasm coming he pushed the tip of his cock inside you and started jacking off until he came. He stilled with his tip inside you, letting his cum squirt into you then fucking it deeper and pulling out, stroking and coming across your plump pussy lips and chubby tummy, watching his seed drip from your clenching abused hole.
“That’s right...” He scooped up his cum with the tip of this dick and stuffed it all back inside, pumping and thrusting, his cock lodged deep inside you until he softened and pulled out. When his cum started oozing from you again he took two fingers and pushed it back in.
“Nuh uh, hold all that cum princess. Can’t give you my babies if you’re squeezing out my load.” He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them coated in his cum over your pussy, your body buzzing, jumping, and coming down from the best sex you’d ever had in your life. Changbin flopped down on the bed breathless and pulled you close, wrapping one of his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
“I hope that was okay.” You looked up at him incredulously.
“Okay?! Changbin that was... FUCKING AMAZING!” He cracked a shy smile and you wondered how this adorable man who had just been fucking you like his own personal whore, now looked like that, blushing from a compliment on his prowess in bed. He scratched at his neck a little nervous.
“Uh... and the uh... coming inside you thing. Well I mean... just... if you’re worried... well... I can get you plan-” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around Changbin’s torso and squeezed gigging a little. Changbin was confused.
“Oh. Binnie, baby I’m on birth control.”
“W-well then why did you ask...” You leaned up and pecked his lips.
“It made you go wild didn’t it?” He laughed shaking his head in agreement.
“Mhm, and...” You ran your fingers through your folds collecting the cum still leaking from you and started licking them clean, sucking on your pointer finger and popping off, looking deep into Changbin’s eyes.
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still with you | y!jungkook x fem!reader
summary: being the most famous and popular youtuber and singer has its kicks. great fans, terrible fans, weird fans, you’ve seen and had them all… but this fan? you wish you never had…
warnings: jk is WEIRD okay he’s weird asf in this, male masturbation, stalking, jungkook is an idol in this, mentions of kidnapping, murders, yandere.
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note: i’ll switch from You to Y/N a lot. Bold and Line Through. Are Jk’s negative thoughts, more so the weird ones. this is a preview imagine of spooktober!!
“so who’s your favorite singer, Jungkook?” an interviewer asked as they, BTS, where doing a short little tv appearance. the question was, who is an artist you’d love to collaborate with in the near future, everyone had their fair share of answers but the one person Jungkook had in mind was no other than, Y/N L/N.
She was bigger than any other singer or youtuber out there, with 45 Million subscribers on youtube and millions of fans over the world, she was everywhere. She has done video collaborations with CoryxKenshin, Berleezy, PG, DashieGames and many more. She is adored.
Jungkook found her channel when she was a newbie to the youtuber world. He liked the video of her trying on different clothes from all over the world, room tours, decorating, gaming videos, vlogs, but he got more into her once he found out she did music. He had to be the first person to ever really be her fan in his eyes, of course. He loved her for a very long time.
“I’d have to say, Y/N L/N… i love her… style and her youtube channel. i’m a huge fan!” he answered happily. The crowded went absolutely crazy as he’s always talked about Y/N. you would think they dated the way he promoted her so much.
“Really? she is coming her next Friday for an interview! did you hear she’s doing a world tour, starting with South K?” the interviewer asked. “Yes yes, i want to get me a ticket the minute they go on sale..” he smiled happily and the crowd awed at his answer.
“I’ll definitely let you guys know when my tickets go on sale, obviously! That’s it for now, until next time, see you!” You smiled ending the recording and big a stretch. You are glad that it was just a little clip that you need to edit to post out later, but boy was it tough being a youtuber, you loved it though.
As soon as you got up you heard your phone going off profusely. You went to grab it and saw it was twitter and you were being tagged in a certain posted. It was a video of Jungkook from BTS during a, which you assume, recent interview. “ I love her.” is what a lot of fans were saying in the comments. It was a quote of what Jungkook said in the video. Instead of really responding just yet you reshared the clip saying “ The love is mutual 💜 @BTS_twt!” and posted it.
You’ve always been a fan of BTS! You loved everything about them, the message they were sending out about loving yourself, taking care of you, living your life no matter what anyone has to say about it, you loved it all! You never really knew that Jungkook was a fan of yours. Little do you know you wished you never knew that..
“Kook, you’ve been literally staring at her retweet since we got back to the hotel.” Taehyung spoke out with his eyebrow up. “I’m starting to think this is a little more than a fan thing. You have a crush on her don’t you?” Jin in also chipped in, pinching Jungkooks cheeks. The two were ready to start to teasing him. “ Actually, i do.” he stated calmly still looking at the tweet thing clicking on her twitter account.
“ Oh, we thought we had a chance to tease you… fuck.” Taehyung said as the elevator dinged. “ Well, we will see you in a few for dinner? jimin and I have a Vlive to do. Get some rest!” He spoked as Him and Jimin stepped out the elevator and walked to jimins room.
Jungkook nodded and walked to his room, taking out his keycard and holding it to the door to open it. He sighed as he walked in and instantly decided to take a shower. He went into the bathroom, started the water, put on some music, Y/N of course, and got undressed.
He stepped into the shower and let out a moan of relaxation. Jung let the water run down his body and he closed his eyes. Soon, a picture of you appeared in his head. You and him, together, in the shower taking turns to clean each other. He took his hands that was covered in soap and grasped your beautiful tits and slowly massaged them. The image of him doing that sent a shock wave to his crotch, which he tried to ignore.
Slowly the image started to get steamy, your imaginary moans filled his ears making them melt. Jungkook grabbed his hard length that was dripping from the water and his precum. He began the stroke his cock slowly imagining it was your tight pussy. He moaned going faster feeling himself about the release any minute. He never lasted when he imagined it, but he promised you, kinda, that he’d go longer, seven days a week even. As he cummed and grunted watching his cum shoot all over the shower walls and some getting on the floor, he saw your face one last time and it was you giving you a sweet kiss on the tip of his cock that sent shivers up his spine.
After, he cleaned himself with some warm vanilla with brown sugar and almonds scented soap, your favorite, he got out, dried off, and got dressed. Jungkook looked at the time and saw he still had an hour to spare.
He went to bag and took out his computer and decided to watch a few of your videos. This is his day to day. You are his day to day schedule. No matter what, he will get at least 5 videos of Y/N in a day.
Concerts were always fun! Making music was fun too! But once you heard that you would be collaborating with the Jeon Jungkook for a cover of his song Still With You, you were shocked! I mean less than A day ago, you found out that he was a huge fan, now you are collaborating with him?
You were currently in the studio rehearsing some of the notes when your manager walks in and says “ Hey! Mr, Jeon is on his way up! Just thought i should let you know.” He smiles and as your about to answer there is a soft knock. “ Come on in.” you say and stand up. Jungkook walks in and you almost gasp.
“Oh my you are more handsome in person.” Manager says lets out a little chuckle. “ I’m Tim, I’m her manager and that’s obviously -“ “ Y/N…” Jungkook cut Tim off before he could even get your name out. He couldn’t stop staring at you. Gosh, you are so beautiful in person. So small under his gaze. ‘i could take her from here, kill her manager and live off the grid, nobody would know. just so little…’
“ Right! It’s so nice to meet you, Jungkook! Um, you can sit here,” you point to the chair “ I’m gonna head in the booth to record these parts.” you smiled and took the paper in with you. Jungkook eagerly but slowly sat down in your chair. Watching as you put on the headset. Tim walked over and pressed a few buttons to make sure that it was recording. He put his thumb up and Y/N was in her own world.
“So, Jungkook, how long are you in the states for?” Tim asked leaning against the side of the frame, watching Y/N. Honestly, Jungkook hated Tim. He hated any that got close to what was his. He didn’t like it. When y/n did collaborate on videos he would report that video and thumbs down it. Even with songs he wouldn’t listen to it. He hated Tim because he wish he was Tim. Near her 24/7, being able to touch her, smell her, make her laugh, pick her outfits, take her to dinner, all the things Tim could do. He wanted Tim out the picture. Now.
“ Well originally it wasn’t for long, but then this opportunity came up and i wasn’t going to miss it for anything.” He answered plainly also staring at Y/N but with a different look in his eyes, Lust, Love, and Fear. Fear for you seeing him do what he was about to do to Tim. He didn’t want his wife getting scared yet. They haven’t even moved away yet.
“Yeah same with her. I’m gonna step out. I have a few things to do for a few other artists. Have fun and make a beautiful hit, i already know it is.” Tim smiled and left just like that. Jungkook let a breath of fresh air out. Finally.
Finally. It was time. Jungkook got up and took off his jacket. It was getting hot in here to him, though he knows Y/N prefers her studio cold. He went to the light switched and looked up seeing the lights could be changed to colors, he chose purple. Your favorite.
Y/N stepped out of the recording booth and closed the door to it and sat back down. You instantly went over your vocals and nodded your head liking how they came out. “ they are beautiful… perfect even.” Jungkook mumbled from behind you and pulled up a chair sitting a little too close to you. You definitely noticed it.
“Thank you, Jungkook.” Y/N smiled and stood up to look at a few things and Y/N almost wanted to run. The whole vibe was off, y/n could feel his eyes looking her up down since he walked in the studio. Y/N sat back down quickly and turned to Jungkook and forced a smile. “ It’s your turn! while you record it have to go speak with Tim about what to do next. i’ll Play the track when you are ready.” He watched her lips move, oh how he wanted to kiss them.
Jungkook snapped out of his trance and stood up entering the recording booth and sliding on the headphones. He loved the smell of the booth, it smelled just like you. your scent. Y/N put her thumb up and pressed play and didn’t even wait for him to start singing. She got up and left the room closing the door and taking a deep breath putting her head on the door. “ What the fuck was that?” you mumbled.
“What was what?” Tim spoke which made you jump harshly. “ FUCK! Tim don’t do that shit!”
“ I.. are you okay? you seem kinda scared. what’s wrong?” Tim read your face and just knew that you were upset, frightened even. “ Tim, there is something extremely wrong with… him.” she whispered while looking around. “ Him? Mr. Jeon? what do you mean? he seemed fine when i left.” He raises his eyebrow. “ Maybe you’re just nervous, Honey.”
While Y/N was in the hallway, Jungkook was done singing his lines and exited the booth, smiling. He wanted to impress Y/N with his beautiful vocals. “ That was… Y/N?” he said looking around the room, not seeing his girl in the chair. He calmed down and remembered that she had to do something. ‘Good, she didn’t run away.’
Jungkook sat down and waited for her.
10 minutes…
20 minutes…
25 minutes…
Finally, the door opened and walked Y/N with some refreshments. “ Sorry, the internet was a little slow.” she sits down and avoids his hand that he held out for the water bottle and placed it on the table. “ Let’s finish this for now so you can get going i’m sure you are very busy.” she said as she saved and downloaded both their vocals onto her flash drive.
“ Can i be honest with you, Y/N?” Jungkook asked while staring at the computer. She turned to look at him and then back at the computer, closing it. “ Yeah, of course.” she scooted back a bit to just give space. she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“ Im really… a huge fan of yours. I love everything you do..” he started. “ the feeling is mutual, Kook.” she commented and smiled. “ No, not in that light… Ever since i found your videos back in 2019, when you first started. I instantly felt this this connection. Like we belong together. I started liking your photos and videos everywhere and then i found out that you do music.. i just fell more in love with you.” As he confessed he was doing this weird smile like, he enjoyed telling Y/N his confession. “ Im in love with you.” he ended. Y/N was taken back. Her feeling wasn’t wrong. There is definitely something not right about him. this was it.
“ Oh, that’s so sweet! I appreciate it, Jungkook.. but i don’t know what you want from me after telling me that, I.. I feel as though maybe we just keep it professional. just two artists being friends yeah?” Y/N stood up and began to pack her things up. Jungkook felt something click in his head. Like a switch turned off. “ I don’t… i dont understand… You don’t… love me back?” he asked also standing up. “ Be friends?… what do you take me as? Do you like toying with me?”
“ What? Jungkook that’s not… i never did that.” Y/N answered confused. “ Oh baby don’t be confused. You said all those times you love me. You even twitted the feeling is mutual.” He stepped toward Y/N corning her between the table and his tall stature.
Y/N turned around slowly, “Listen, i didn’t mean it like that. And if you are going to talk to me, please give me some space.” He looked in your eyes and chuckled lightly. “ Why would we need space… i finally have you this close to me… i’m not letting it go.” He gently took the hair that was falling in front of your face and pushed it behind your ear. You leaned away from the touch and pushed him with all your strength. He moved back enough for you to get to the door with your bag and open it. You flew out the room the last thing you heard was Jungkook humming.
You walked- no you ran through the car lot looking for your car, all of sudden not being able to remember where you parked this morning. You stopped to catch your breath and smiled once you saw your car.
You pressed the unlock button and quite literally jumped in your car and locked the doors. You put your hand on the steering wheel and just thought about what all happened. Jeon Jungkook just admitted to being madly in love with you. You should be happy, right? You are terrified. He stalked you basically your entire career and has been in love with you since you started your career. You can’t be happy after hearing that.
You got it together and grabbed your car keys and put it in the ignition, starting your car and driving home.
You should really check your back seats more..
You happily went inside your apartment and instantly took a shower. You didn’t forget about what happened the few hours before but the shower just eased your mind.
Once you got out and got dressed, the pitch blackness of your bedroom comforted you usually, But it made you uneasy. As it should.
You got in bed and sleep quickly took over you but not enough, as you awoke to hearing your bed room door creak close. You were scared shitless to even get up, fear making your body go numb. You heard that same melody again, that now cursed melody of Still With You. Jungkook was humming it before you ran out.
‘oh my…’ you mouthed as you felt the bed dip and someone get under the covers with you and slowly wrap their arms around you.
“ Good Night, Baby~. Tomorrow is a big day for us. Our new beginning.” Jungkook whispered into your ear and kissed your neck softly before sighing and singing you to sleep. That same cursed song…
“언제쯤일까 다시 그댈 마주한다면
When will I face you again?
눈을 보고 말할래요
I want to look you in the eye and tell you
"보고 싶었어요"
"I missed you"
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my first smau (social media alternative universe post)! i had a lot of fun creating this.
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yn_seas_you: photos of our first year anniversary, courtesy of nami
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xoxo.nami: thank you letting me take your photos! you look so gorgeous @/yn_seas_you
trafalgar.d.law: Agreed, thank you for taking these. Yes, @/yn_seas_you looks absolutely stunning in that dress.
itsace: imagine that dress off (;
yn_seas_you: gross. (liked by xoxo.nami, trafalgar.d.law, mossheadzoro, and robinn)
trafalgar.d.law: Imagine me dismantling your fiery ass and throwing you into the ocean.
notusopp: DAMN
meepmeepbeep: you tell em captain!
penguin_no.1: ik right? that silk dress on the ground...
trafalgar.d.law: I know that someone is going to lose their weapons and hands in the next fight. Also, you are to clean the restrooms until I say it’s over.
penguin_no.1: time to jump overboard.
meepmeepbeep: @/penguin_no.1 you will come back, i’ll miss you!
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yn_seas_you: our children miso and mochi
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chill_killer: you’d better be feeding them some of that! i need strong allies when i take over the world!! @/trafalgar.d.law
trafalgar.d.law: @/yn_seas_you feeds those damn things better than me most of the time (liked by yn_seas_you)
yn_seas_you: my fur babies deserve nothing but the best!
imkingluffy: @/yn_seas_you PLEASE invite me over again when you make beef yakitori again!!
allblue_sanji: Yes, we need to have a cooking date and exchange recipes! I AM EVER SO THANKFUL to be graced to cook with you. SO BEAUTIFUL. TALENTED... 💕🥰🥰
mossheadzoro: do you drink beer with that? oh, and @/trafalgar.d.law you’d better watch out for curly.
trafalgar.d.law: Don’t worry, I have a plan.
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yn_seas_you: the best sleepover ever!
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robinn: I had so much fun! We need to have another one.
xoxo.nami: fr! we miss you so much 😊
allblue_sanji: LOVELY. If only I was there... 😍
xoxo.nami: reported. (liked by mossheadzoro and notusopp)
yn_seas_you: reported account too, btw. sorry friend.
allblue_sanji: True love ALWAYS finds a way! 🤭❤️🔥
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yn_seas_you: our recent coffee dates! currently learning about the digestive system and more on nutrition because of my cooking 💪👩🍳
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chill_killer: you do realize that too much caffeine is bad, right?
trafalgar.d.law: That’s why I’m there.
imkingluffy: yn, did you know they have my favorite doughnuts?!
yn_seas_you: we have to have breakfast together! (liked by imkingluffy)
trafalgar.d.law: Please no.
mossheadzoro: @/trafalgar.d.law possessive much?
trafalgar.d.law: No, I don't want your captain disrupting our time together. He also might distract her, and learning takes full concentration.
yn_seas_you: heyyyy ):
imkingluffy: fiiiiiiiiineeee. we’ll have breakfast without YOU AND have fun! 🤪
notusopp: youd better take that back, luff. yn’s bf is very protective and takes things literally.
imkingluffy: it’s just BREAKFAST!!
#one piece#one piece headcanons#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar d law headcanons#law x reader#law headcanons#one piece smau#smau#queued#one piece imagine
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blowing bartender!eddie behind the bar whilst he makes drinks for the regulars and has to try his best to be cool. His knees are buckling and he's trying his best to suppress those throaty groans, but you're making things awfully difficult. He cums down your throat, and nobody is any the wiser of your filthy activities. He names a drink after you as a reminder of you.
bob on the knob
bartender!eddie x burlesque performer/baby doll!reader
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It's a peaceful Saturday night when Eddie thinks that you've officially lost your mind. Well, maybe not completely, but this was definitely something that you weren't typically into.
"You wanna what?"
The words are breathless by the time they leave his mouth. He doesn't know of a single time that he's been baffled, but you can definitely count him bamboozled at this moment.
"Well, I know it’s something you’re into and I’m comfortable exploring new things with you.”
His eyes flick down to your hands which you wring into the excess fabric of the your stolen band tee. Eddie softens at your explanation, and stands from his spot on the bed to approach you.
“If you’re not into it, we definitely don’t have to, but I know that when we talked about it originally you said that you were turned on by it so I just wanted to give us the opportunity to try it.”
He stops in front of you and drops to his knees as his hands land on your hips. Eddie can feel the lining of your underwear through the worn material of his shirt and he twists his fingers into the elastic.
“Baby doll,” he rests his chin on your lower stomach, looking up at you through his lashes and curly fringe, “I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with. I know this is outside of your comfort zone, so the ball is entirely in your court.”
That was about a week ago, and Eddie has been on edge ever since. He can't lie when you first propositioned him, he immediately wanted to jump on the opportunity, but he knows you. If you were willing to lean into Eddie's fantasies, then he needed to give you all the control--especially when it comes to this particular kink of his.
"Hey, Teddy."
You pop up from behind him, hands reaching out to pinch the skin just above his jeans. Eddie jumps away from you with a yelp, his hand coming up to cover his heart dramatically.
“Baby doll," he reaches out to you, fingertips grazing the bejeweled fabric of your most recent costume. "You look gorgeous."
Eddie hates to pick favorites, but he does--and he does so gladly. This glitzy red number that you’re wearing—in what has to be his favorite performance of yours—is definitely in his top three costumes. Just behind the pearl get-up that, in Eddie's opinion, can't really be considered a costume by the end of that performance.
He leans forward and gives you a chaste kiss, something that you've both deemed appropriate for the workplace. Eddie feels your smile against his lips, one of the things about you that makes his heart flutter. You hum against him, pressing your body further into his.
"Excuse me. Can I get some service over here?"
A buttoned-up man was tapping his knuckles impatiently against the bar. Eddie's eyes swipe over the jackass that's interrupting his Baby Doll's time. He squeezes your hand once before fully focusing on his job.
"My apologies, sir." Eddie slings the bar towel over his shoulder. "What can I get for you this fine evening?"
Eddie watches as you wave goodbye from behind his latest guest. He sighs heavily as the man before him begins talking--out of his ass to be perfectly honest.
"Well, you could start with actually doing your job instead of flirting with the dancer girls." Jackass loosens his tie as he throws the comment in Eddie's face.
"I do apologize sir. You have my full attention now, so what can I get for you?" Eddie asks.
"Whisky sour." Jackass stands from his seat to take one of the empty lounge tables. "And keep them coming without distractions if you know what's good for you."
Eddie clenches his jaw, he pulls a face as he makes Jackass's drink. The lights dim and Eddie can see the way Jackass watches the women on the stage perform. Eddie passes the drink off to one of the waitresses and directs them to the intended table.
Having worked in customer service for this long, Eddie has the ability to predict if he's going to have a slow night. Tonight just so happens to be one of those nights. He rolls his eyes as he sees Jackass hold up his empty glass and look back at Eddie expectantly.
Just as he finishes off the second drink of the service, he feels a hand run down his back. Eddie stiffens and goes to turn, but is stopped by your voice.
“Don't react. Just stay calm, okay?" Your perfume permeates his senses and the thoughts running through his head send a shiver down his spine. "Nod once, if you're okay with this."
Eddie's chest feels like it's going to burst as you drop down behind him, hands trailing over his body. The button of his jeans pops open, and thankfully, the noise of his zipper undoing is covered by the booming music of the club.
He leans against the counter while your breath hits his overheated skin. Your soft fingers reach into his boxers to pull him out. He glances down and just about keels over. Eddie takes in the sight of you on your knees, hungrily eyeing his cock.
"Such a fucking goddess for me." He locks eyes with you and tilts his lips upward in a smile.
This isn't the first time he's been able to experience you like this. Every single time you offer him your mouth--because he does love to use you like a little slut, oh so much--he goes weak in the knees. And though this hasn't happened as often as he dreams about it, you both follow a similar routine every time.
Immediately one of his hands floats to your hair, gripping it at the root. The strands aren't as soft as they typically are, he suspects this is due to the amount of hairspray that you have to use for your performances.
Your tongue lashes out against the underside of his shaft, and he shudders as you drag upward toward his tip. Both hands are on the exposed skin of his hips, and he feels the crescent-shaped sting of your nails against the bones.
And just as you give him the pleasure of enveloping him in your mouth--that blissful feeling he hopes never ends--he's snapped back to reality when a glass was slammed on the bar top.
"Oh, Jesus H. Chri--" Eddie starts to whimper.
"Dude. I thought I told you service, without distractions." Jackass huffs the words, and Eddie's eyes widen to a probably comical size. He feels you hum around him, so he pulls on your hair as a warning.
"I'm sor--" he clears his throat as you take him further in yours, "sorry, sir. Another whisky sour?"
Jackass continues to mouth off while facing the stage, giving Eddie just enough time to step back to grab the bottle of whisky off the back shelf.
He slips from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to his stiffened cock. Eddie groans as he rights himself before you. He places the bottle on the bar and then reaches under your chin and stuffs himself back into your warm throat.
"God, such a good little slut for me," Eddie whispers under his breath as he settles in front of you again.
Eddie threads his fingers through your hair and uses it as a handle as he guides you back and forth on his shaft. His eyes roll back and his head drops back before he reaches out to attempt to do his job.
He manages to get the drink served with minimal snide remarks from Jackass, but it's without thanks to you. Every second that passes, you've managed to get sloppier and sloppier. He's honestly surprised that he was able to keep his groans quietened long enough for the brief exchange.
"You like being my little slut?" He hazards a look at you again, and it was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because he's truly privileged to see you in such a state. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, spit coating your chin and he could feel lines of it dripping off his balls and into his boxers. A curse because now he desperately wanted to cum down your throat.
His whole body felt on edge and he could track the sensations as it races through his nerves. One hand had the tips of his fingers buried in your hair, holding you to him while the other hand drifts to your throat. He starts to drive your movements, and Eddie widens his stance a bit.
The lights dim in the room and illuminate the stage, catching Eddie's attention and reminding him of your surroundings. The sound that emits from his throat is a surprise, but it kickstarts his release and his brain.
"Oh god, such a good girl for me. You like being a good girl for me?"
He continued to use your mouth, feeding his cock down your throat and feeling every movement with his hand around your neck.
“No, good girls wouldn't let me use them like this in public, would they? You're my little whore, my pretty little whore. My little baby doll." Eddie is utterly and positively a whimpering mess. Every bone in his body is begging him to fall to the ground.
"My little baby doll. I love when you let me use you like this. You love being my baby doll, don't you? Pliant little baby doll for me."
Eddie's balls tighten and he knows that he won't last much longer. He taps your cheek and meets your bright eyes that are still swimming with unshed tears.
"Not gonna last much longer, baby doll." He bites his lower lip, attempting to stifle his own trembling moans.
"You gonna be a good girl and take everything I give ya?" Eddie mumbles to you as he leans forward again, unable to stay fully upright.
"Oh fuck." He feels the globs of spit and cum gather around his tip as he releases into your throat. Eddie holds your head as close to his pelvis as he could get it and allows the waves of pleasure to engulf his senses.
"Oh my god," Eddie stills and locks his knees to prevent himself from completely melting into the floor. He whimpers as you swallow around his cock. "So fucking good for me."
You back off and begin to clean him up with your tongue. You hum while quietly tucking him back in his pants and zipping him up. Eddie follows your movements as you stand with your hands still on the waistband of his jeans.
He goes to say something but is quickly cut off by your lips. If there's one thing that he finds hot, it's how affectionate and downright clingy you are after any measure of sexual intercourse.
Usually, you would lay in his bed with the pale, thin sheets gracing your bare curves. He would trace your figure with delicate touches and soft kisses. If he was lucky enough you'd put on a small show for him, stripping yourself down from the clothes that you stole from him.
When your lips met his now, he thrust into your mouth so he could taste himself on your tongue. Eddie believes that you're one of the most erotic beings he's ever imagined. You lean back from him only for Eddie to place both hands on your cheeks.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You giggle after his response and sigh as his forehead meets yours. Eddie presses a multitude of kisses around your face as you melt into a fit of laughter. Suddenly, Jackass is interrupting again, slamming his empty glass on the countertop again.
"Man, how the hell do you do your job? You need to fucking focus on your paying customers." Jackass emphasized the last two words and cut a look at Eddie's baby doll.
"Watch it, Jackass." Eddie mixes yet another drink for the suited man. "You're still getting your goddamn drinks, aren't ya? Why don't you back off and get back to your little pity table?"
An appalled expression overtakes the man's face, and he quickly collects his drink and scurries away. Eddie places his palms on the exposed skin of your plush hips and pulls you toward his body.
"Thank you." He pecks your lips. "That was everything I could imagine and more."
Your features morph into that smile he loves so much, "I'm glad. That was actually really fun." You brush his long hair behind his ear. "I enjoy watching you squirm, you should be afraid."
"Oh, should I?" Eddie catches your hand and brings it to his lips. He brings his voice down to a whisper, "I think you should watch yourself. I might be more willing than you realize."
"I'm counting on it."
A few hours later you came back to the bar and Eddie presents you with your shift drink. He watches you eye it carefully before shooting him a curious look.
"What's this?"
Eddie's known for creating signature cocktails that Nancy puts as specials throughout the week. Usually, they're reworked versions of classics that draw people's attention. This time is no different.
"This is my play on a cult classic inspired by a recent encounter of mine." Eddie leans forward and whispers his next words while watching you take a swig of the fruity cocktail. "The Bob on the Knob."
You choke on the drink, covering your mouth when an indignant snort escapes your nose. You swallow the sip harshly before exclaiming.
"Oh my god!" Your eyes flick between Eddie's expectant face, awaiting your approval, and the drink before you. "It's actually not that bad."
Eddie laughs loudly as you walk toward the back with the drink in hand. Apparently, you weren't the only one who liked the drink though because not even two days later, it's the club special.
But only you and Eddie knew why it was really special.
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a/n: anyway...yeah this isn't as good as i thought it was going to be but here we are
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INSTAGRAM BLURB
alternative royal universe
day one!
MASTERLIST | PATREON
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stylesupdates Y/N Styles out in Los Angeles yesterday!
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harryfan8 I LOVE HER
harryfan3 my mother 😌
harryfan5 y/n really is everyone’s favorite person
harryfan9 her leaving the royal family was the best thing ever
harryfan7 the only reason why she did that was for harry to keep his career 😭
harryfan4 and i love her for that
harryfan10 MY princess 🤗
harryfan12 the most gorgeous person ever
harryfan14 i wanna be her so bad
harryfan11 when you remember she goes home to harry
harryfan13 y/n is rarely seen with her sons…and she constantly gets praised for being a good mother…like what?
harryfan15 she takes care of them…y/n is literally their mother that birthed them. GET HELP
harryfan17 just because she’s not photographed with her sons or posting them on social media doesn't mean anything. why do you call yourself a harry fan if you don’t even like his wife?
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vogue Y/N Styles, a formal royal, gets interviewed by her husband Harry Styles and discusses her parenting life.
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harryfan19 MRS. STYLES!!!!
harryfan17 she seems so cool 😭
pillowpersonpp I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
harryfan22 y/n got interviewed by harry? omg
harry_lambert styled by me 💖
harryfan20 MILF MILF MILF
annetwist so beautiful darling!
harryfan24 HARRY INTERVIEWS Y/N? I AM SCREAMING
alessandro_michele best princess ever ❤️
harryfan27 “discusses her parenting life” harry is the one that watches those kids
harrystyles Y/N is the mother to my children. To say that I watch our kids and she doesn’t is idiotic. Can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans.
harryfan23 GET THEM HARRY
harryfan22 “can’t believe you call yourself one of my fans” he’s so fed up omg
phoebebridgers MY FAV GIRL
You may know her from being Princess Diana’s daughter or being the one and only muse for Harry Styles. Nonetheless you know her once you hear the name Y/N Styles.
Being a part of The Royal Family growing up had it’s perks including attending a One Direction concert in London just at sixteen years old. Meeting England’s Princess had a familiar singer in a boy band crushing.
Harry Styles went on to make songs and even albums about Y/N when he was still in the band. In 2013 a song called ‘Little Black Dress’ was revealed to be about a certain Princess. Niall Horan talked about the inspiration process in an interview recently which disclosed Harry wrote the song after seeing a photo of Y/N on Instagram.
(source: harry_lambert on instagram)
The world’s biggest Popstar and a Royal dating caused a lot of talk in the public. Many implied they wouldn’t last and it would end up being the largest scandal ever. But they were proved wrong after the pair announced they got married secretly in Amalfi Italy.
Not even a year later, The Royal Family announced Y/N’s farewell. At the time rumours were floating around why she decided to leave the United Kingdom. Many were saying Harry pressured Y/N into leaving The Royal Family so he could keep his career.
Though all those rumours were shut down once the Styles couple made a statement.
(Photographed by Anthony Pham)
Harry Styles: Are you ready darling?
Y/N Styles: I hope so.
H: *laughs* Alright let’s get started! First question…what’s your favorite things to do with our children?
Y/N: I love taking to them the park, seeing them interact with other children makes my heart swell. Oh! I also love bringing them to my pilates classes, the boys really love to mess around with the machines.
H: Ah good old pilates classes.
Y/N: Your favorite thing in the world.
(Photographed by Anthony Pham)
H: Alright baby, next question. What’s the best thing about having children?
Y/N: Probably seeing them grow.
H: I agree. It’s one of the sweetest things ever, I could cry about it.
Y/N: I know, I’ve seen it first hand Sue.
H: I seriously love you.
Y/N: I love you more.
(May 6, 2021 Y/N Styles at her baby shower last year)
H: How do you feel about being a mother?
Y/N: I love it. Being a mother is something I’ve always wanted and now having my own children to raise makes me so happy.
H: I’ve watched you become the mother to our kids and I can tell you love it so much. You always have a smile on your face.
Y/N: Thanks to you my dream of being a mother came true.
H: You make me feel special.
Y/N: I’m glad.
(Unseen photo of Y/N Styles with Elvis Styles, the youngest Styles child)
H: Who’s your favorite musician?
Y/N: The one that constantly writes songs about me.
H: I am so honored, my love. Without you I wouldn’t have any of my albums.
Y/N: I’m just so proud to call you mine. You’re the most talented person I know. Seeing you perform the songs that you made for me really makes me happy.
H: I love making you happy. It’s my favorite thing to do.
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harry_lambert Oliver & Y/N take on Love on Tour Night 3.
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harryfan30 y/n is literally the best mother ever
harryfan32 I NEED HER TO ADOPT ME 😭
harrystyles The loves of my life.
yourinstagram ❤️❤️
harryfan34 i love husbandrry so much 😫
jefezoff the cutest harry fans ever
harryfan31 y/n is such a supportive wife
pillowpersonpp my favorite people in the world!
harryfan33 harry has the best wife and children ever
harris_reed oli and y/n, one of the best duo’s
harryfan35 so she can take one of her sons to harry’s show but not all of them? y/n is the worst mother ever
yourinstagram i hate that i’m responding to this but my other two children don’t feel comfortable in crowded places because fans like you feel the need to be overbearing.
harryfan37 y/n is so sick of you guys
harryfan39 i feel so bad for harry and y/n’s kids…leave them alone
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pillowpersonpp she’s a director!
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harryfan42 Y/N DIRECTING MUSIC FOR A SUSHI RESTAURANT’S MV IS INSANE
harryfan40 she should’ve directed don’t worry darling
yourinstagram i love ya mrs. rowland
pillowpersonpp i love you more mrs. styles
harryfan44 my favorite besties ever 😭
brittany_broski this is the best thing to ever happen to the world
harryfan41 I AM SO EXCITED 😫
gemmastyles so pretty!!!
harryfan46 y/n directing a music video…harry’s best decision yet
mollyjane_x couldn’t be any more prouder 🤍
harryfan43 harry is so in love with this woman, i’m sobbing
paulithepsm the most excited for this music video
harryfan45 this is my don’t worry darling
annetwist my beautiful daughter in law 🥰
harryfan47 i wanna be her
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yourinstagram music for a sushi restaurant out now!!!
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harryfan50 I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS
harryfan52 y/n has done it…again
harrystyles Thank you for directing darling. I love and appreciate you so much.
yourinstagram i love you for giving me this opportunity ❤️
harryfan54 they are so adorable 😭
harry_lambert best music video ever!!!!!
harryfan56 y/n gave us beadrry…i love her for that
mitchrowland will be streaming over and over
harryfan51 Y/N IS INSANE FOR THIS
jefezoff best director ever 🎥
harryfan53 the music video was a fever dream…y/n did so amazing
pillowpersonpp feeling like a proud mom 💖
harryfan55 harry having a royal direct one of his music videos 😫
alessandro_michele loved it!
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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N IN LOS ANGELES TODAY!
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harryfan60 PLS STOP THIS I’M CRYING
harryfan63 this is all i want 😭
harryfan65 i know it hurt you to post this
harryfan67 HARRY AND Y/N ARE THE IT COUPLE
harryfan69 she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday. she’s getting that dick everyday.
harryfan61 y/n is the luckiest woman on earth
harryfan66 someone please run me over
harryfan68 them kissing made me fall onto my knees
harryfan70 they are so in love omg
harryfan73 everyone’s mom and dad 😫
harryfan75 harry and y/n are the best thing to have ever happened
harryfan71 this is the cutest thing ever
harryfan72 i love them so much 🤗
harryfan74 you can immediately tell they love each other so much
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BG3 gang with a reader who fucking hates wearing shoes for sensory reasons and just wanders around barefoot (even when they really should have shoes on)?
Bg3 Characters With an Autistic S/O That Hates Wearing Shoes
A/N: ohh boy this one’s exciting to write because when I was younger I hated shoes and refused to wear them. We were recently going through old photos and I’m literally never wearing shoes in any of the photos. This didn’t specify which characters to use so I kinda just did my faves.
Autistic reader, gn reader
Astarion
- He definitely judges you at first
- I mean how could he not?
- He made off handed comments about it, how odd it was you never wore shoes
- He wondered for a bit if you were a nature crazy person that never wore shoes for “being closer to nature” or something like that
- It took him a while to actually ask why you never wore anything
- Once you told him, it finally made sense
- He ends up feeling kind of bad for making fun of you
- He didn’t know there was such an intense reason to make you not want to wear shoes
- It wasn’t something he ever considered
- Afterwards, he defends you, making statements to how shoes aren’t exactly needed and you’re paving the way for your own sense of comfort
Gale
- To be honest, Gale didn’t even notice at first
- He was more preoccupied with his own situation, being a ticking time bomb after all
- It wasn’t until you all had started to go into public places that he actually took notice
- He was never mean about it but also never really asked why you did this
- He’d gently try to convince you to wear some shoes, but backed down once you were firm about not putting any on
- It was only after you were refused service at a restaurant, opting to sit outside instead while the read rod your party ate, he decided to ask you why you were so against it
- Hearing your reasoning made plenty of sense to him
- He understood why you would want to subject yourself to what’s basically torture for you
- He’s very supportive of you, insisting to anyone who makes a comment that you comfort is more important
- Who knows, he might even make a little illusion spell to help you out
Halsin
- If anyone’s going to understand any reason for not wanting to wear shoes, it’s Halsin
- He understands every reason for not wanting to wear shoes
- He personally saw it as a connection to nature (re: astarion’s part)
- He always defends you, even though he doesn’t exactly have an explanation for your behavior
- He wants you to feel comfortable, even if it’s something he doesn’t understand
- It’s probably mentioned in passing that you explain it to him
- Once again, he doesn’t judge you and defends you
- He sees your comfort as the most important factor
- Halsin has met a lot of people, and your not the first autistic person with odd habits he’s ever seen
- Basically, Halsin does not judge you, you’re own quirks make you yourself, and that and your comfort is the most important thing
Trying to grind out some requests today, bear with me 🙏 also the top girls is from my favorite movie and I’m needing out (When Marnie Was There) ty for reading and have a nice day :)
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We'll Be Alright
Genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint, non-idol AU, office romance, coworkers-slash-friends-slash-idiots-to-lovers
Pairing: Mingi x gn!reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Pink Mingi (a valid warning), symptoms of anxiety and panic but nothing serious, mentions of gambling ig, Wooyoung being Wooyoung
Summary: When Mingi overhears some colleagues talking, he realizes he has to finally make his feelings known - easier said than done.
A/N: Can you believe this bitch (me)? Apparently I write now?? This is my first ever finished fic, and I'm eternally grateful to @hobarine for being the greatest beta reader without agreeing to being one in the first place. I love your sexy brain. [clears throat and wipes tears] I'd also like to thank my dear friends who made this possible in the first place - check the end of the fic for what violently inspired me to write this. Feedback and reblogs appreciated! Also - this is not a song fic (well... I suppose it very much is, but not in that way), but I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last very much set the tone for this, so I highly recommend you check it out.
The first couple times your new coworker had poked his head around the side of your cubicle, it was all business - or at least as much business as it could be considering that new colleague was Song Mingi.
It had all started out with work-related questions when he joined the company and, being one of the company’s top salespeople, you were quickly tasked with showing him around and answering any questions he might have. Your boss had personally offered Mingi the position, so he wanted to make sure the newcomer was going to stay, considering he was a “natural at his job” and would “undoubtedly prove to be a huge asset to the team.” You'd learned not to question your boss's decisions after he'd proven time and time again that he had a gift for picking out new team members, despite his sometimes questionable and unusual methods.
You also didn't question why Mingi, even after he'd grown accustomed to his new work environment, kept sticking around you. He never addressed this but he was shy around other people and you were still the only one he sort-of knew. And you, having grown to enjoy his company despite him being borderline clueless and painfully clumsy at times, weren't gonna complain.
So what started out as, "I'm so so so sorry, could you please explain the printer to me again? I'm so sor-" quickly turned into deeper, more personal questions and conversations. Not in a weird way, of course, he just really enjoyed being around you and wanted to get to know you better. Or so he kept telling himself and others when someone pointed it out. Over time, he had become fairly confident that you two could be considered friends, and he couldn't be happier. So you got used to him just poking his head, adorned with his signature pink hair, around the corner and asking you about movies and books you’d recently enjoyed, your most hated color (because according to him, asking for a favorite everything was overused), and your go-to spots in the area. At times you'd even catch yourself thinking how cute his childlike nature was. The only thing that put a damper on his mood was when one day he was put in a cubicle on the side of the office furthest away from you, for “productivity reasons" - not that it actually kept him from coming over to you just as often. In fact, he claimed to need a rest at your desk from the “extensive workout” they made him do in order to come this way. You never commented on how he was the only one to blame for full-on sprinting through the office space instead of walking like a normal person.
His favorite days are measured by how often, and how loudly, he managed to make you laugh that day. He could get lost in the sound, and knowing he was the reason for it? He wouldn't be able to wipe the smile from his face if he tried.
If only he knew that his visits had started to become the best part of your day, too...
You were thoroughly enjoying each other's presence. Always having lunch together, and taking a little bit too long to walk to your respective cars after work.
It was a regular Tuesday when Mingi made his way to the break room to get his regular drinks - a green tea for you, and a coffee with an obscene amount of sugar for himself - something you’d chided him for, telling him time and time again it would kill him one day.
He didn’t mind waiting for some coworkers to free up the coffee machine. He’d gotten used to it pretty quickly after the second one had broken some time ago. This just meant that the room was less crowded, since the majority of his colleagues had since chosen to head to the cafeteria downstairs instead of having to stand in line like he was now. But in his opinion, they were the ones missing out. He enjoyed getting to know the usual suspects of the breakroom a little better each time they happened to get something to drink when he did - which was the same time every day.
So it would’ve been just a regular coffee run on a regular Tuesday, if it hadn’t been for the conversation happening in front of him. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but nothing caught his attention quite like you did. Or, in this case, your name falling from one of the men’s lips. Mingi decided that he didn’t like the way it sounded coming from someone else, someone who probably didn’t even appreciate you in the way you deserved.
The men didn’t seem to notice him standing close by, or simply didn’t care whether they could be overheard or not, because their conversation didn’t seize.
‘’...I mean have you seen them lately?’’
He sure had.
‘’I’d be stupid not to make a move. They’re a catch.’’
NO! Well, yes..but-
’’Isn’t Song head over heels for them though? Kind of a dick move if you ask me…’’
They knew?
’’Come on, we both know he’s too much of a coward to actually go for it.’’
Mingi began to panic. He’d been so enamored with you since the two of you had been introduced that he’d never even entertained the idea of someone else possibly hitting on you. Of course he knew you were pretty. Gorgeous, even - he had eyes after all. He also knew you were the epitome of grace and kindness. Anyone would be lucky to be with you. But he’d been trying slowly and carefully to inch his way into your heart, and now realized that he was so focused that he hadn’t even considered the possibility of anyone else sharing the same end goal.
God he was so stupid-
He knew he had to act. Fast. Despite his insecurities trying to convince him that you’d surely be better off with someone who didn’t stumble over their words, someone who was confident and could sweep you off your feet, he knew he would forever regret it if he didn’t at least try.
Even if the chances may be slim, he couldn’t live with himself if he lost the opportunity to make you his, especially if he lost it to his own mind.
You were just typing up a response to Park Seonghwa from HR, who had once again asked you to consider joining their team, when suddenly, a loud BANG startled you out of your thoughts. You joined some of your other coworkers in getting up from their seats to see what the commotion was about, and you couldn’t help a bright smile from lighting up your face the moment you saw Mingi standing in the doorway. Though your smile dropped just as quickly when you noticed the look of pure distress on his face, his eyes scanning across the room rapidly. The second your eyes met, he started hurriedly making his way over to you, ignoring any of the worried and questioning glances and occasional comments that people were throwing his way.
What was going on?
‘’Mingi, what-’’ your question was cut short when he gripped your shoulders the moment he reached your cubicle. He was panting, eyes blown wide and never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you’d disappear the moment he so much as blinked.
As if he was only now noticing the stares and whispers directed his way, he glanced around the room timidly. His nerves seemed to catch up with him, because he turned and went to leave as quickly as he’d arrived - if it hadn't been for your quick reflexes and your hand curling around his wrist, stopping him in his motion.
It took you gently calling his name a couple of times for him to finally turn around to face you again - and now you could see the sheen of sweat covering his forehead.
He was also avoiding eye contact.
Now you were really worried. Was he sick? Did something happen?
"Hey, what's wrong?'' No answer. ''You look really pale... are you not feeling well?"
When he stayed silent again, you brought one hand up to his forehead - an instinctive action for you, but definitely not what he’d expected, because his face quickly went from looking sickly pale to flushing a deep scarlet.
Your eyes widened when you noticed how warm his skin was, placing your other hand on one of his cheeks. "Mingi, you're burning up. Do you need to see a doctor?" When again he didn't answer, you turned to grab your things, preparing to carry this man to the nearest hospital if need be, but now it was his hand around your wrist that kept you from moving further.
You glanced from where he was touching you with a gentle yet desperate, clammy hand and back to his face, noting the panic in his eyes that were still refusing to meet your own.
Any stranger passing by would've assumed you were approaching a stray kitten, desperately trying not to scare it off, but you knew how much of a flight risk Mingi could be when things got too much to handle. "Hey, you know you can talk to me, right? I'm only trying to help you," you said with the gentlest voice you could muster despite your racing thoughts.
Yeah, that was the main problem, he thought, you're the only person who makes this job bearable, and I can't lose you by messing this up. You bring both your hands up to cup his cheeks when you notice the tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.
"Hey, look at me.’’ you dipped your head trying to lure his eyes into meeting yours. ‘’You won't lose me. Why would you?’’ a gentle brush of your thumbs over his pretty cheekbones ‘’How could I make it through one day at this crappy office, with its crappy coffee and the crappy AC that’s broken more often than not, without you?"
Oh shit, his eyes widened even further. Did I say that out loud? Oh god-
He was about to bolt again, mentally calculating how long it would take him to make a detour to a wig store or a hairdresser on his way to the airport, determined to start over in a faraway country, when he involuntarily locked eyes with you. He never understood how you did it, and he was sure there was no possible scientific explanation for the effect you had on him, because the way your eyes, filled with nothing but kindness and understanding, always managed to calm him down instantly was nothing short of magical.
You had to be a heavenly being sent to look out for him - him, this mere human - and him alone. It was in this moment that he remembered what you'd told him time and time again. Realized that he really could say what had been running rampant in his mind for months now. Reminded himself that he could be open and vulnerable with you. You, who had never shown him anything but support and guidance, even when you were having a bad day yourself. Alright. You, who always managed to find a peaceful solution to any argument or tension that arose in the office… He'd be alright. You, who somehow didn't hold grudges even when people had wronged you. You'd both be alright.
You must've noticed the change in his demeanor, because your lips curled up into a small version of one of your beautiful smiles that he loved so much. Shit, he wouldn't be surprised if you could hear his pulse slowing down, his heart rate finally dropping to a point that wouldn't have sent an entire hospital wing into a panic had he been hooked up to a monitor, with news reporters flocking to his bed trying score an interview to find out how the hell he had managed to survive that.
So he closed his eyes, which were now stinging in protest to having been kept open wide for way too long, and took a deep, if shaky, breath.
That was all you, too. Your encouragement to face difficult situations despite every fiber of his being telling him to run. Your influence. You were the one who told him time and time again that things were going to be okay. You showed him that he was in control of his fate and his feelings, and that even when it felt like the whole world was against him, you'd be by his side. No wonder the HR department was desperate to get you to join them…
Mingi couldn't run away now if he tried. He owed you this much. If nothing else, he owed you an explanation, and honesty. He wanted to make you proud.
So with another deep breath, this one a little less shaky (the first one had you worried he might burst into full sobs at any second), he covered your hands in his much larger ones, pulled them from his face and intertwined your fingers with his between your bodies. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were full of determination.
This shift in tone, with him being calmer and more confident than you'd ever seen him, had you thankful for the grasp he had on you, needing his hands around yours in support as your breath hitched when you noticed the raw adoration in his gaze.
His voice, beautifully airy and deeper than you swore you'd ever heard it before, sent shivers down your spine. There was everything yet nothing as you got lost in his gorgeous, warm eyes, and now his voice too. You weren't in your office anymore. You were standing barefoot in a forest, surrounded by majestic trees and vibrant wildlife, a gentle breeze almost calling out your name. You were on a beach, the warm sand comforting between your toes, the waves softly crashing behind you, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. You decided then and there that his eyes' gorgeous shade of brown was your new favorite color.
It took his voice calling your name softly to bring you back to the present moment, a bashful smile on his stupidly handsome face. Had he always been this pretty?
"Please tell me you heard what I just said?'' he asked shyly, knowing full well you'd completely spaced out.
"Uh..." You grimaced. At that, he couldn't help but turn his face downward as he murmured to himself, but you were so focused on him now that you had no trouble making out the words. "Oh my god, I can't believe you're making me do this again". He would've buried his face in his hands had they not been occupied with the much more important job of holding the world's greatest treasure.
He hadn't missed the way you'd gotten lost in his eyes, and it only fueled his confidence. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, it was the same way he’d been looking at you more often than not since he'd met you.
He took a deep breath. "I said..." he paused as he brought one of his hands up to your cheek, his other hand easily holding both of yours in their previous position.
You felt yourself blushing. Hard.
Stroking his thumb over your cheek gently, he continued "...that I like you. I like like you. No, scratch that -’’ a gentle shake of his head ‘’-I'm crazy about you.’’ His gaze dropped again as he started rambling. ‘’I hope this doesn't make things weird between us, and I'm so sorry if I read things wrong, and if y-" he started mumbling, nerves catching up to him again, insecurities trying to invade his mind and win back precious land. But you noticed. And you smiled at him in adoration, and squeezed his hand in reassurance. This made him look up at you again. You're going to be alright, you tried to convey with your eyes, we're going to be alright.
Another deep breath, followed by a lighthearted chuckle at his own antics.
"The point is, I really like you, a-and I would love to take you out on a date? O-only if you want to of co-" he couldn't finish the sentence, because you promptly freed your hands and grabbed his face again, pulling him down to you (what they fed him as a kid to get him so tall, you'd really have to ask his parents one day) and pressed your lips to his in a firm and reassuring kiss.
His eyes widened again, cheeks heating back up, but he melted into you as soon as the first shock wore off, arms wrapping around you almost on instinct. As if holding you was their only job, and what they were meant to be doing all his life. He pulled you up to his level seemingly without effort before getting lost in the next kiss. Feeling your fingers running through his hair, he groaned inwardly. Mingi could do this forever, and he would if you let him. He'd figure out a way to survive without oxygen. If not, he decided the team would be fine without him.
You only pulled apart when you noticed the cheers and clapping that had erupted around you, even the occasional wolf-whistle coming from your coworkers, most of who'd gotten up from their seats again, if they’d even settled down after the shock of Mingi’s arrival. You hadn't seen them this lively since the day your boss had ordered a coffee and snack truck to the parking lot in celebration of sealing a deal everybody had worked hard to finally make happen. The majority of them had their headsets still attached, and had you not been so ecstatic you would've felt bad for whoever was getting their ears damaged on the other end of their lines.
"About damn time, Song..."
"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!
"He finally grew a pair!"
These were only some of the lines being thrown at the two of you that had you blushing furiously, and Mingi hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
You could've sworn you saw a few fist bumps and some money being passed around, but you decided not to dwell on it for your own sanity’s sake...
After the noise had mostly died down, Mingi put you back on your feet just so he could press his forehead to yours, both of your breaths mingling. Maybe oxygen wasn't so bad after all if he got to share it with you.
You almost missed the signature fake gagging sound of your most obnoxious co-worker, but before you could chase him off like you usually would when he started to tease you about the way you, in his words, "spent more time staring at Mingi than actually working", the telltale sound of a palm making not-so-gentle contact with the back of someone's head (and the dramatic pained yelp that followed) made you realize that your boss had already taken care of Wooyoung himself. You swore he kept an extra set of eyes on the mischievous man-child just so he wouldn't miss an opportunity to reprimand him.
The same boss who sent you a curt nod and a small smile, before telling “the two lovebirds" to get back to work. Though you knew that he’d want to have a word with Mingi later, seeing as how the force with which he’d slammed open the door must’ve left at least an indent on the wall behind it.
It was safe to say you didn't get much work done the rest of that day, but you also never had to eat lunch alone again, or walk to your car without a strong, loving hand holding your own...or drive to work yourself, really.
Even years later, with your left ring finger now permanently occupied, you loved to remind him how proud of him you were.
✨Lore time✨
Here's how everything started:
Bonus:
(I was, in fact, not almost done)
A loving shoutout to my dear friends for planting this idea in my head. And thank you to everyone who read through it and left valuable feedback - you know who you are 💜
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Kinktober Day 5: Breeding Kink | Harwin Strong
Pairing: Harwin strong x reader (no y/n)
Wordcount: 1.2k
Warnings: 18+, PWP (okay maybe a little bit of plot), breeding kink, dirty talk, riding, probably a serious lack of proper terminology, me changing the plot of house of the dragon for porn reasons, mention of 'lady-in-waiting' but no pronouns are used
Summary: it's been a few weeks since you've been able to have a late night visit with Harwin, and you two have some catching up to do
A/N: i kind of Do Not Like this one and i'm cutting it real close posting this ten minutes before midnight but fuck it we ball. Also Harwin if you see this, know that i will give you more children
Sneaking around the red keep isn’t exactly the most easy of tasks, especially considering what the consequences would be if your intentions were revealed. You were in close relations with the Princess Rhaenyra, yes, but you doubt that would stop Queen Alicent from plucking you of your position as a lady-in-waiting and casting you out onto the streets of King’s Landing. You never did like Alicent, her tongue sounding too close to her father’s at times, and with the recent events you suppose your intuition was correct.
Now isn’t the time for fretting over the kingdom’s current state.
Now, you have to get to Harwin. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, schedules never lining up long enough to do anything about the yearning you feel in your heart. You duck behind pillars and take the backways through the castle until reaching his quarters. Reaching up to rap quietly at the thick wooden door, praying to the gods that he answers with haste. They must be listening because you’re quickly being pulled into the scarcely lit room, a handful of candles lit around the space.
“Seven hells, love, you are nothing if not determined. You could’ve been caught,” he chastises but it’s in vain, seeing as his lips are immediately pressing to yours with a tangible fervor. Harwin’s hands slip under your arms to your back, pulling you into his chest with ease. “I would not have been caught, I know the ins and outs of this keep better than I know myself,” you pant against his mouth “besides, I have a Strong and a Targaryen at my side, I’m practically invincible.”
He chuckles at that, warm baritone thrumming against your chest as his fingers pluck at the strings of your dress, loosening it until it’s able to slip past your shoulders. Once it’s undone Harwin takes the time to tug at the fabric until it pools at your feet, body bared to the cool night air. His line of sight falls to your now exposed chest, not an ounce of shame when his hand comes back around your front, finger following the curve of your breast before letting his palm cover it.
Reaching up to cover his hand with your own you start walking forward, careful to step out of the dress, forcing him back until he meets the bed. “You’re wearing too much clothing,” you comment, leaning forward to press your lips to the small area of his chest that the worn shirt doesn’t cover. It’s an older shirt you can tell, something meant purely to sleep in, but it’s currently your favorite thing he has ever worn. His chest hair peeks out from the laced V front, collar bones prominent and flushed red under the press of your mouth.
Harwin hums, gripping the bottom of the tan fabric and pulling it over his head, hair falling back to frame his face. You take the shirt from his grasp and toss it with your dress, attention moving to the ties on his trousers, desperate to remove the final piece between you and what you need most. “Eager, are we?” his voice is all cocky and teasing, lips turned up into a salacious smile. It quickly drops from his face when you get the string undone, hand pressing to his abdomen before trailing down and past the waistline to grip his length.
“You haven’t filled me in so long,” you sigh, pumping him in your hand and relishing in the grunts he gifts you.
“Oh?” he gently grabs your wrist and pulls it off his cock, falling back to sit on the edge of the plush mattress, pulling you forward until you’re on his lap. He shimmies his trousers the rest of the way down and taps your ass, silently telling you to lift your hips. “You want me to fill you up so bad, put a babe in you? Fuck you until you carry my child?” The two of you had talked about it before, but never had he been so outright about it. It makes you shiver, and you remind yourself to nod.
His hands part your thighs wider to make room for him, notching the head of his dick at your entrance until you’re relaxed enough to sink down onto him an inch at a time. “Gods, you feel so good,” you whine, bracing your hands on his shoulders and shakily lowering yourself before raising up to drop back down again. The warmth of his gaze is not lost on you, the filth of your predicament not enough to take the adoration for you out of the forefront of his mind.
Leaning back to watch you work, he catches the tremble in your thighs and takes it upon himself to plant his feet on the ground and thrust up into you. You yelp and he huffs, shushing you gently as if he’s not fucking up into with a force that makes your head thrum. “Stuff you so full that you’ll walk around with me for days. A reminder of whose cum you beg for,” Harwin groans, pulling you down against him each time he pistons into your cunt.
“Please,” you gasp, threading your hands into his dark curls and leaning forward to press your forehead to his own. You briefly let your eyes flutter shut, savoring this feeling before it ends and you have to return to your own quarters. They call him Breakbones for a reason, his brute strength enough to force any man to submit no matter their title, in your case it’s to pick you up and twist to lay you on your back against the furs. He’s deeper with the change in position, your thighs being pressed to your stomach as he lays his weight on you, bearing down with enough force to knock the wind from your lungs.
Sweat covers the both of you in a thin sheen, room now thick and heavy with the air of sex. He looks near feral like this, hunched over you as his muscles contract with each thrust, scars splattered across his torso from years of fighting. Harwin knows that the only time he gets to use his hands for anything other than violence is when he holds you, and he doesn’t intend to waste a moment of it.
You move your hand from his bicep to between the two of you, sliding your middle finger down until it meets your clit, circling it until you clamp down around his cock and keen with a burst of light behind your eyelids. The ripple from you is enough to drive him further into your pussy, groaning into the space between your neck and shoulder. Harwin bites down on your skin to muffle his own orgasm, staying true to his word and emptying himself inside of you.
He noses against your neck, pressing a kiss to the junction of your jaw before pulling out of you with a hiss. “Satisfied?” he jests, brushing his hand over your cheek. Laughing, you push him off of you and onto his back. “For now,” you grin, tucking yourself into his side and laying your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. You let your eyes close with the blanket of gratification, savoring the moment you get with him as you lie together, hidden away from the responsibilities waiting on you with the rising of the sun.
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