DayDream...

[theartofmadeline]

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

[isuggestlandback]

If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"

Source: Lainey Molnar

[catchymemes]

[coolnormalgirl]

just a little reminder on where i stand

[thememedaddy]

[seioboforsure]

[inthelow]

THE LIST — BTS OT7 (introduction).

Pairing: fashion girl f!reader x ot7!bts

Summary: after finding out that some girls have a list of their hookups and how they rank them on different aspects, the boys are eager to know their scores and show you how they can be better than the others.

Genre: literally porn with a plot; a lil fluff but mostly smut and crack

Note/warning: there’s a lot of sexual talk, jokes and scenes so if you don’t like it please get out bc it’s mostly that lol, the porn will start in the first chap this is the intro cuz i love to write shit and silly jokes;; also, it does have a lot of plot twist shit and some delicate themes that i’ll be warning next chapter since i love to write complex female characters so yeah, porn with a lot of plot actually.

Masterlist: introduction, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

“Can you keep scrolling?. This foreshadowing trend is getting boring.”

It was a beautiful Saturday night in Korea, the end of summer was coming and most people were taking advantage of the amazing weather to go out and spent time outside. People would believe one of the biggest bands in the whole world would be enjoying their money and going outside with friends or travelling to other places, maybe even practicing or creating new projects for their careers, Bangtan wasn’t doing any of that. The seven guys were in your apartment watching TikTok videos for the last hour. It was almost midnight and they were still in your home just wasting time.

You had invited them to have dinner with other friends to celebrate Thanksgiving in October, a weird tradition none of your friends in the country celebrate but that you had begged them to do it since it was a cultural tradition for you. Of course, it was easy to convince them with dinner, the group had stayed longer that you had planned as always.

“It’s getting late,” you mumbled, stretching your arms tiredly.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jin yawned. “I’m getting hungry again, should we order something?.”

They didn’t know how to take a hint.

“Maybe you should, uhm, como se dice… Calabaza, calabaza, cada uno pa’ su casa. Don’t you think?.”

“Bitch, you’re Canadian not hispanic.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re half Korean, you don’t have a hispanic bone in your body.”Taehyung said.

“Read a book.”

“Thought she was American.”

“Oh my god,” they were so annoying. “Can you guys go home?. The dinner finished like three hours ago.”

“Home is so far,” Ho-seok shook his head. “Can I crash here today?.”

“Hell, no.”

“Mean.”

“Should we watch a movie?. This app is slowly killing my brain.” Namjoon said with disapproval.

“What if you guys watch a movie in your own home?.”

“Your TV is bigger.” Yoongi muttered.

“Dude, you’re a millionaire, buy a bigger one.”

“I don’t believe in bad investment.”

“I’m gonna slap you.”

“You sofa is comfortable.” Jungkook murmured, sleepy. “I don’t wanna move.”

You sofa was a “L” kinda of furniture. Him and Jin were laying in one and Taehyung and Yoongi in the other part. Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and you were sitting on the floor, all of you separated in different parts around the furniture, your head touching Jungkook’s knee.

You sighed annoyed before giving up, luckily you didn’t have to work tomorrow so you could stay up longer than usual. The eight of you decided to eat the leftovers of the evening and— while Jin went to the kitchen to warm the food— one video caught the attention of everyone in the room. There was a guy in the TV talking how some girls had a list on their notes app about all the boys they had slept with and how they rank them on different aspects. He talked how he wanted to know his ranking and asked a friend— who he usually hookup with — to know his score. The story wasn’t that hard to understand since it was short and fun but what caught the attention of everyone in the room, mostly the boys, was knowing that some girls did that.

“That’s not true,” Jungkook chuckled. “Who would make a list like that?.”

Everyone turned their heads to look at you. A pause. And then Jimin started laughing. You didn’t deny it.

“Oh, my god. You have one?.”

“Maybe.”

“Are you kidding me?” The younger seemed to wake up completely. He took a seat next to you immediately. “You have a list?, What’s the ranking?.”

“I won’t talk about this with you guys.”

You laughed at their curiosity. Taehyung pouted.

“Why no? I want to know too.”

“Because it’s weird.”

“Why would you have a list if you’re not going to talk about it?” Jimin insisted.

“I said I won’t talk about it with you all, I spill with my girls all the time.” You smiled innocently. “Have to share the knowledge.”

“You know how fucked up this would be the other way around?” Yoongi asked.

“Men just hate seeing women in male dominated fields.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Just tell me the ranking you have and why I’m the number one.”

“Oh, my god,” Namjoon threw him a pillow. “Don’t be an asshole and shut up.”

“Yes, thank you. Can you guys never say shit like that again?.”

“I’m curious!” Taehyung whined. “Why can’t we know?.”

“Why would you wanna know?.”

“Wouldn’t it be fair?” Jin appeared from the kitchen, a plate of food in his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know if we had a ranking about you?.”

The guys pointed at him and his good argument. You knew he was right.

“Touché,” you giggled, still not telling anything. “Where is the food?.”

He rolled his eyes “Go grab it from the kitchen.”

Everyone stood up to do grab a plate of food from the kitchen and some Soju bottles you had in your fridge. Soon you were all sitting on the floor doing a little round while eating, you knew they weren’t going to let the subject go. You weren’t uncomfortable talking about your hookups with the boys but it was a little weird to know that you’ve had written about almost every guy in that living room in your notes app where you had ranked them and giving some opinions about how good or bad they were when you fucked them.

“So you’re going to tell us?” the younger smiled cutely, trying to convince you.

“Nope, so shut up.”

“Come on,” Taehyung whined again. “I need to know.”

“You guys don’t have bad ranking if that’s what you’re worried about. You don’t need to know, you were good.” You tried to let the subject go, not letting it be a big thing. “It’s just a comment on how it was, I have bad memory and I wanted a reminder. Not a big deal.”

“But it is, I need to know what you wrote about it,” he argued back.

“No, you don’t.”

“What about a deal?” Jimin questioned, you looked at him confused.

“No.”

“It’s not that,” he smiled machiavellian. “You’ve been trying to get into that art project with Jacquemus, right?.”

“First of all, it’s not an art project. It’s a deal that I’m trying to do to expand my brand.” You corrected him. “Second, What about it?.”

“Yeah, that, whatever.” He tried not to smile when you looked annoyed. “What if I casually introduce you to Simon and you talk about the business deal with him?.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Well, I have an event with Tiffany & Co’s next week and he casually happens to be in it.” The dancer shrouded, you narrowed your eyes. “You can come with me as my stylist.”

Oh, he was tempting.

You had been in the fashion industry since you graduated. Getting a job in a fashion magazine where you got to know more about the business and then successfully opening your own clothing brand where you got to sponsor a lot of celebrities around the world, Bangtan being one of them— actually them being one of the first ones to support your little business when you started. Their company had been the first to contact you to use your brand when Taehyung was capture wearing some of your cute sweaters back in 2018. Of course, you were already friends before that, when you guys bonded in some event back in that year and had spent nights sleeping with each other. You had become really close friends so it wasn’t a big deal for you that he wanted to take some of your clothes when he found you working one day— of course you didn’t know the big deal it would be after that. You had to thank him a lot when people reached for your brand after that picture of him going viral. And the thing was, people didn’t know that you were actually that close, and they didn’t need to. They would say you had slept your way to the top and it wasn’t true, you had slept around before it.

“You swear?.”

“Pinky swear, baby.” He showed you his finger for you to grabbed it.

“I better get the invitation tomorrow.”

“It would be the first thing you see in the morning.”

You sighed, surrendering. “Just the ranking of you guys.”

“Everything we want to know,” he shook his head. “I’m getting you a meeting with the owner of the company you want to buy or whatever.”

“I don’t—” You stopped yourself. He was doing it on propuse, he was good at annoying you. “It’s not a meeting, you’re just introducing me to him.”

“Still enough. Once I introduce you, you’re gonna get the deal. You’re a good shit-talker.”

“I hate you,” he smirked at you. “Three questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Our rankings, two questions each and we don’t talk about this ever again.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

You both intertwined fingers and everyone cheered like it was some of the biggest deals made in history. You rolled your eyes, almost comically before grabbing your phone.

“Okay, what do you guys wanna know?.”

“How many people do you have on your list?”

The first one to ask was Namjoon.

“Thirty-nine.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up, if you had a list you probably would have like three thousand people on there”

“Not true,” Yoongi denied, relaxed. “I can count them with my fingers.”

“And you will have to multiply them by ten.”

“She’s right, you’re kinda of a whore.” Taehyung nodded. “A silent whore though, I’ve barely know your hookups.”

“Anyway,” the rapper changed the subject. “Is it actually a ranking of who was the best?.”

“It’s not. I just have the names of the people I’ve slept with and, you know, I just ranked them for different topics and write some comments.” You chuckled. “It started because I wanted to sleep with all zodiac signs and then I just keep going.”

Jin whistled “That’s crazy… What topics?.”

“So only four of us are on the list?” Hobi questioned.

“Five actually,” you blushed for the first time in the night.

“Wait, what?” The dancer frowned. “I know about Tae, Jimin, Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Surprise,” Yoongi smiled.

“God,” you shook your head. A little embarrassed. “So, yeah, I mean— it happened like six months ago.”

“Well… everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually.” Namjoon shrugged.

“Weird, you guys never talked about it.” Jimin pointed out, a weird grimace on his face.

“Not that weird actually, they barely talked about their hookups.” Taehyung said. “But everyone knows they’re sluts.”

“Ouch?” you snorted. “We were a little drunk, it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jin took your attention.

“Why you wanna know so much?. You are not in the list,” Jimin tried to made fun of him.

“I want to know how bad are you guys.”

“Please, I probably have a ten out of ten score.” The dancer said confidently. “Is a ten out of ten score, right?.”

“Yes and it’s not a big thing.” You sighed. “It’s just how good you were, notes about what was the best and some stupid comments.”

“Can I read it for you?” Hobi said with excitement.

“No, and you just finish your questions so shut it.”

“Okay, I wanna know my ranking and comments.” Jungkook whined, hurrying you up.

“Yeah, for everyone.” Namjoon said.

Jimin nodded “Read it for us.”

“You actually want me to read you rankings out loud?” you questioned.

“Duh.”

“Wait, why am I getting nervous?” The younger frowned. “I wasn’t bad, right?.”

Taehyung snorted. “I know I wasn’t bad. We had a lot of sex, you wouldn’t have sex with the same person if— Why did you give me that look?! Was I bad?!”

“Oh, my god.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just let her read it.”

“As you wish.”

“Why are you scrolling that much?” Hobi sat next to you. “Wow, Taehyung you were her number twenty-four.”

“Go away,” you pushed Hoseok, annoyed, but it didn’t do much since he went back to your side.

“I want to know too,” Jin sat behind you to look at your screen. “Oh, wow.”

“Read it!.”

“Okay, okay. It’s very explicit.”

“Even better.”

Eeryone complained at Jimin’s comment.

“Is everyone sure…?”

“Yes!.”

You giggled at their impatience before looking at your phone. You read the note before looking at them. All ayes on you— You couldn’t read that out loud, you fake gagged at the thought of doing it. It was easier when you were drunk and talking with your girls and not sober with seven boys trying to know who was best at fucking you.

“Shit, I can’t… it’s weird!” you sighed. “By the way, I need to clarify that there is no person in the list that has a ten out of ten, there is just one guy that has nine point five out of ten and is none of you.” Everyone booed you. “Yeah, suck it up. If you feel that you’re low, believe me you’re not.” Ho-seok smiled amused when you gave him your phone. “Okay, you read it.”

“Hurry up!.”

“Taehyung, eight out of ten. Big dick, he fucks really good when he’s mad and is usually very intense in the act. Comments: he’s down to try almost any weird shit, finger play goes crazy.”

Taehyung got up, smiling and bowing to the boys who pretended to throw up at the information.

“You heard it, baby girls. I’m big dick—”

“Shut up.”

“You can call me ‘big dick’ from now on, guys.”

“Let me read the parenthesis,” Jin took everyones attention.

“No, that’s not—

“(He seems to always finish first and sometimes doesn’t care if you do).”

Everyone started laughing. Taehyung got all red and you hid your face with your hands, embarrassed

“That was one time because I had to catch a plane!. You told me it was okay…”

“I knew Tae wasn’t a giver,” Jimin clicked his tongue. “Should of give him a two out of ten.”

“By the way, everyone has a parenthesis,” Jin smiled. “And it seems it’s the bad things.”

“Wow, you rated one guy two out of ten” Hobi chuckled. “It says ‘Bad eater, small dick’. Damn, you’re mean.”

“Don’t read that!” You threw him a pillow.

“I wanna know mine!,” Namjoon whined.

“Let me go by order, Jungkook is number twenty-eight.” The rapper call out, the younger look attentively. “Jungkook, seven point five out of ten.”

“Ha!” Tae laughed at him.

“Great sex, one time he made me come thrice in less than one hour, he’s really hot when goes dominant guy. Comments: his stamina is crazy, can fuck for hours, good at being submissive.”

“I want to know the parenthesis!.”

“Three times in less than an hour is crazy work,” Ho-seok muttered.

“Lacks self respect,” Jin giggled.

“What?. What it does even mean?” Jungkook frowned.

“Uhm, you know.” You cleared your throat. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing— you’re cute. Is.. respect, the— I mean in the way that… you know?” You went silent.

“Stop stalling,” The younger was confused. “What did you mean by that?.”

“Babe, you have never say no to anything I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“And?.”

“Oh,” Yoongi chuckled. “I get it.”

“What it’s wrong with that?” Jungkook asked.

“Dude, she’s a fucking freaky.” Jimin said. “There are things even Tae probably said no to.”

“That’s true,” his friend nodded. “And you’re not that freaky, Kook. Lack of self respect.”

“I mean— for me is great but people might take advantage of you.” You nodded.

“Didn’t you do that?” Jimin questioned.

“And why wouldn’t I?.”

The guys laughed and Jungkook sat back thinking about the comment.

“Okay, me next!.”

“Right, you.” Hobi read the list. “Number thirty-four, Jimin. Eight out of ten too.”

Knows how to move and how to get you in the mood immediately, weirdly good at quickies. Comments: loves face riding as much as me, after care it’s amazing.

“You listen to it, whores!” Jimin sang excited. “I should have the ten out of ten. What can even be the bad comment?. Too much after care?.”

“Gets to much into it, forgets to keep you in the mood.”

Everyone started to made fun of him.

“So basically, you don’t know how to entertain her. You bored her.” Yoongi sighed dramatically. “Oh, you’re that bad, uh.”

“It didn’t say that!.”

“Jimin is bad at sex…” Jungkook sang.

“Shut up, six out of ten.”

“I was seven point five!.”

“Next one is Joon,” Hobi interrupted. “Number thirty-five. Oh, wow, after Jimin.”

“Why would you say that?” You shook your head, embarrassed.

“I’m just reading, baby.” He chuckled.

Namjoon, seven point five out of ten. Knows how to talk you through it, good dick. Comments: he’s hot. (loves cowgirl but doesn’t know when to change it, got tired of it.)

“That’s it?” The leader whined. “Why that low then?.”

“I mean, it was great” You tried to not put him down. “But we had sex once. It wasn’t that mind blowing… but it was great!.”

“What she’s trying to say is that you’re mid.” Jimin smiled.

“Shut up, you bored her to death.”

“My god, can we just finish this?” You whined.

“Let’s give it up for Yoongi” Taehyung clapped. “I’m going to give it a guess and said one out of ten.”

“That’s why his hookups never come back.” Jimin added to the joke.

“They only fucked once and Yoongi seems lazy, has to be lower than me.” Namjoon murmured to himself.

“I can’t believe you put me the same score as Namjoon and you guys only fucked once.” Jungkook complained.

“Believe me, it’s a good rank. It doesn’t say you’re bad.” You tried to defend your list.

“Yoongi is number thirty-nine,” Hoseok read. “Wait— oh, he was your last one.”

“Damn. Was he that bad you had to go celibate?” Jimin joked.

“I’ve been busy and, honestly, I’ve been fucking a lot this last couple of years.” You chuckled to yourself. “And since it was mostly mid or bad sex I wanted mind blowing sex before stopping for a while.”

“And you chose Yoongi?.”

“He just happened to be there,” you shrugged.

“Ouch?.”

“So now you’re looking to settle down?” Taehyung questioned.

“I don’t know yet but I’ve sworn celibacy, I will wait until a worthy opponent comes along.”

The guys laughed at your words but you were dead serious.

“Yoongi is nine out of ten.”

“What?!.”

Yoongi chuckled, playing with the end of his shirt while the other guys were shocked. You laughed a little and Hobi decided to continue.

Knows how to make you come, he’s hella good with his fingers. Comments: tongue technology theory confirmed, squirted for the second time ever

“Wow, okay. We didn’t need to know that.” Hobi made a disgusted face.

“The only bad thing it says is that you could be better in after care,” Jin told him.

“Could be better in after care?” Jimin opened his mouth, offended. “That’s the only bad thing?. How— I can’t believe it.”

“You only fucked once and you put him nine out of ten?. Oh, my god, so I was that bad.!” Namjoon seemed like he was about to have a breakdown.

“I can’t believe it” Jungkook whispered.

“Fucking shit— Okay, we finished.” You grabbed your phone. “Let’s not speak about this ever again.”

“But…”

“The deal.”

“Ugh,” Taehyung pouted.

“Just one last thing.” Jungkook grabbed your attention. “Who has the nine point five out of ten?.”

“Why is that important?.”

“I just want to know the comments.” He said, he was serious.

“Antoine Lafleche” Hobi said.

“How do you…?”

“The only thing it says was ‘Wow’. Took my attention.”

“Yeah, well, he was.” You smiled slightly at the thought of him. “I met him when I travelled to Paris for the exchange of my fashion program. We spent the last week of my course together— he really was ‘wow’. Sadly, we never exchanged numbers or anything.”

Jungkook nodded before standing up. Jaw clenched and an annoyed face. “Well, I hated the ranking. We should head home now, it’s late.”

“You’re right.” Jin stood up too before looking at you. “By the way, this was really fun.”

“For you, I can’t believe I had an eight out of ten. I can’t believe Yoongi got ranked better than me!” Jimin started complaining.

“Don’t talk about it!” You whined, rubbing your face embarrassed and annoyed. “Shit, just get the fuck out.”

Of course you knew they would talk about it, probably even complain and argue how one was better than the other… What you didn’t except was for them to make a bet.

That night you went to sleep while the guys arrived to their complex, thinking about that list after the silent road to home was almost too quiet, everyone thinking how many other girls had ranked them as low as you.

“Seven point five.” Jungkook chuckled without amusement when he sat on the couch. “Not even a fucking eight.”

“I feel you.”

“Shut up, you fucked once. We did it many times and she gave me the same score as you?” The younger groaned. “This is unbelievable.”

“I can’t believe Yoongi has a nine out of ten. One more point than me!” Jimin complained. “She was probably too drunk and thought it was good.”

“That’s an insane comment.” The rapper rolled his eyes. “And not my fault you guys don’t know how to actually be good in bed.”

“Well, at least I have a big dick.” Tae shrugged.

“Can you guys shut the hell up,” Jin rolled his eyes. “You’re all bad in bed, we get it—”

“Please, you would get a two out of ten.” Jungkook said. “When was the last time you got laid, grandpa?.”

Jimin laughed. “Yeah, you would probably be the lowest.”

“I don’t know, I kinda trust Jin. He seems to have game” Taehyung nodded.

“Stop being weird,” Ho-seok chuckled.

“I would get that ten.” Jin said relaxed, with a confidence he only knew how to carry. “You all had comments, I would just get that number and none of that shit reviews.”

“I can’t believe a guy name Antoine got a ‘wow’— yhe fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“That he was that good.”

Jimin hummed, thinking out loud. “I’m gonna get that ten out of ten— It’s gonna be a ten out of ten and period, no more comments. Just that good and speechless.”

“You already have an eight out of ten, give up.” Yoongi told him, rolling his eyes.

“So what?. You think I can’t get a better score than you?.”

“I think you just can’t get good in bed” The rapper barked.

“Stop,” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “She said she’s on celibacy or whatever. She won’t sleep with you guys.”

“Wanna bet?.”

“Yah!, stop betting shit” Taehyung scolded his friend.

“I’m just saying, I want it to make it more fun.” Jimin shrugged.

Jungkook snorted and shook his head. He asked the question everyone wanted to know.

“Make what more fun?.”

“I mean— I will get that ten out of ten no matter what.” His tone was unbothered, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I just thought it would be fun if we all actually had one more chance, you know?. To see who’s actually better.”

“You’re a weird shit, you know that?” Ho-seok crossed his arms.

“And you all are still thinking about it.”

The room went silent, everyone actually thinking about the deal. But it wasn’t just a deal. After that score, the guys were a little hurt— mostly their egos— They knew they were good in bed, they had a lot of people confirming that but to know that they weren’t the best at it was a little but-hurt, even more when they were now in the top of the world. They wanted to be the best of the best, in every little thing they did… And they wanted to show you that they could get that perfect score. And if they had to compete with someone for that— who was best than each other?. They were the best of the best… they were going to change that ranking.

“I actually don’t care.” Jin laid back on the sofa. “But if you wanna bet… I can get that number ten just for fun.”

“You’re on,” Taehyung immediately stood up. “I know her more than you guys, I’ll get that number.”

“You know her more and you still got that eight, sit back down.” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Are you really doing this?” Ho-seok shook his head.

“If you are that afraid of getting a bad number, back off” Namjoon made fun of his brother.

“Please,” the dancer scoffed. “One night and I’ll get that ten, seven point five.”

“Don’t call me that!.”

“I don’t care about competing with any of you” Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I’ll work hard for that number, and I’ll get it.”

Yoongi snorted. “I had one drunken night with her and she gave me a nine, give me ten minutes sober and I’ll get a fucking hundred.”

“Game on, baby!.”

You shouldn’t have shown them the list. Or maybe it was for the best?. Celibacy life wasn’t for you anyway.

this is me revealing as an insane ot7 😔🙏🏼

this is gonna be a flop but i was watching this guy on tiktok talking about this girl that rank him in bed a nine and how he lacked self respect and i was laughing so hard and then i was like waittt this is a good idea for a porn plot and then a bts edit appeared and i was like yea i need to write about it so here we are

this is gonna be like a lot of smut and i’m not that good at it but i wanna try it lmao so just for funzies and giggles u know

anyway next chapter soon hehe, i will also be editing and posting/editing the masterlist soon<33 just was too excited to post this

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

let's put Scooby and the gang in a genuine horror movie situation, i wanna see what these freaks are truly capable of

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

"didn't they already do this with—" no. put them in a slasher film. put them in a BLOODBATH. put this van full of weirdoes in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario i have FAITH in them

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

THEY'D DO WELL IN SAW

[batneko]

okay I'm thinking about this

not Saw specifically but a slasher with a legit body count. Summer camp slashers are overplayed but I think it really works because it's the type of thing the Scooby gang WOULD get caught up in.

like some of the counselors didn't show up (got got) so the head counselor calls his younger cousin to see if him and his friends can fill in last minute. They show up and they're a bunch of nerds, one of them even has an anxiety dog, and they don't have a big role at first. It seems like the movie is setting them up as cannon fodder.

and then the deaths start and suddenly the nerds are locked the fuck in. The little one with the glasses actually fixed the phone line and is taking stock of all their supplies in case the vehicles go out. The counselor's cousin who seemed like a himbo has set up a perimeter and made makeshift alarms for all the doors and windows, knows all the entry points. The anxious one and his dog are keeping the mood up with the snacks and activities that were supposed to be for the kids, making sure nobody panics and starts making dumb decisions. Somebody tried to grab the redhead and she flipped him over and had him zip-tied before anybody noticed. Weren't they a D&D group or something? What is happening???

[memeuplift]

[katsukis-crybaby]

Could I request a Katsuki x reader where he’s their neighbor and the reader is a single mom? I read your rules, and I hope this is acceptable. The reader is busy, so Katsuki helps them take care of their kid and such

katsuki x single mom reader

he woke up to the sound of a wailing baby from outside. irritated, he pulled open his blinds to see a woman carrying 3 different grocery bags in one arm and her baby in the other. he decided he wouldn’t yell, the eyebags she had told him not to.

a week later, he bumped into you at the grocery store, your 3 year old asleep in the cart.

“watch where- oh.”

he watched you frantically apologize, quietly, so as not to wake your child. you had 3 different kinds of baby food in your hands, as if you were trying to choose one. he had a box of matcha powder. he thinks he’s so healthy

“stop apologizing, you’re fine. i’m your neighbor. katsuki bakugo.”

that was your first interaction. after a while of stalking noticing you from afar, he realizes he never sees anyone helping you. no husband, no wife, no- oh.

you noticed little baked goods on your doorstep. a glass container of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies on tuesday, surprisingly delicious banana bread on thursday, and seeing him at the store with a bag of flour on sunday.

after a month of cute sticky notes and him being at the store every sunday, you decided to ask him about it. while your growing boy was asleep, you knocked on bakugo’s door and you saw a scowl on his face for a split second before he realized it was you.

“thank you for everything bakugo- uh- dynamight- sir. but you really don’t have to do this stuff for me”

“what makes you think i don’t want to?”

his response was so fast and so blunt, it took your mind a second to catch up.

“i like you.”

“huh”

since you couldn’t go out to dinner with your (very) little one, he brought himself to your house, making you a plate of chicken alfredo with a better version of olive garden breadsticks. for your precious son, he made some tasty looking orange mush. that night, your son made the smallest mess you’d ever seen.

date nights turned to weekends, weekends turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and katsuki was basically living at your house. by the time your -baby- toddler was old enough to go to daycare, katsuki was there to dry your tears and tell you your worries were -stupid- unreasonable, and give you all the reasons why you shouldn’t worry about that.

katsuki is just too caring, he never let you do chores after work. he had your son wash the dishes, had grocery pick up orders, vacuumed for you. he says its cuz

“my pretty girl needs to rest”

of course, you being stubborn as you are, don’t let him have all the fun. long nights at the agency, or harsh missions grant him a massage. which are really just your sons little feet walking up and down katsuki’s broad back. you do spoil him back though, washing his hair in a warm bath, letting him speak on his feelings, calming his worries.

your son seems to like him just as much as you do, saying “look!” to every drawing he makes, every lego masterpiece, every bird outside. he clings to katsuki’s leg whenever dinner is being made, licking the spoon whenever he’s given it, sayin

“tastes good, papa”

its the little domestic things. the late night bedtime stories, the tag in the house, nerf wars in the backyard. katsuki telling your now 4 year old to “play the quiet game” whenever he’s irritated.

reblogs are appreciated! 🍰

[kit9doctordreamer]

Ahhhhh, no, because I need more, this fills my heart up so much. So I'm going to cry while I wait for more of step father katsuki and no longer single mom reader

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

anxiety is hell bc all i can do rn is replay the moment my favorite prof had to decline the flower i tried give her bc she can’t accept a gift from students i was so frigging mortified and now my brain will not like me unlive it

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[alana-reid-2005]

we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and he’s never in on the joke. he’s always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyone’s too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet he’s never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, he’s brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.

[depsidase]

[kit9doctordreamer]

Yessssss

[thememedaddy]

[kit9doctordreamer]

This... yes

[thegirlinmaroonsweater]

Do y'all remember that one episode when Elle got arrested in Jamaica and Hotch have to fly there to take her in bail.

The moment he walked into that room he took in Elle's outlook (because she was arrested in her night dress) without missing a beat he removed his jacket and offered it to her.

That's it, that's the bar.

That's what I look for in men.

I look for Aaron hotchener in men.

[rynwritesreid]

She’s electric| Spencer Reid

A/N: I may have gotten carried away with this one, I’m sorry :)

Summary: After trying to make Spencer jealous, he decides to teach you a lesson.

Content: Smut/18+/MDNI. Fem!reader. Sub!reader. Dom!spencer. Rough sex. Choking. Orgasm control/denial. Spanking. Mean Spencer. Use of pet names. Possessiveness. Creampie/PinV. Handjob(F!recieving)

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It wasn’t really a secret that Spencer Reid liked to be dominant, and that he liked to be rough. However, you had truly underestimated him, and because of this, you were about to learn a valuable lesson.

*

“Spencer, baby, are you okay?” you asked with a faux innocence, you knew he wasn’t okay, he hated seeing other people flirt with you and he hated that you gave them the time of day. Spencer though, he didn’t speak a word and just firmly grabbed your thigh, which is his way of asking you to shut up. 

“Spencer, please? What’s wrong?” Spencer's gaze was intense as he pinned you with a steely look, his grip on your thigh tightening almost warningly.

“Okay, if you’re not going to speak, I’ll just explain myself.” You paused for a brief second, giving the chance to speak up, “you’re extremely hot when you are jealous, like extremely.”

Spencer's expression shifted from one of intense focus to a hint of amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips.  “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

You couldn't help but laugh, because sure Spencer was rough, but rough enough to ruin you was laughable. 

*

Once both you and Spencer had gone back to his apartment, and you had shrugged off what he had previously said and settled onto his couch, flipping through the TV channels as if nothing had happened. Spencer, however, had other plans in mind. Without a word, he approached you and swiftly pulled you up from your seat, his grip strong but gentle.

“Do you know what happens when you misbehave?” Spencer whispered, his voice low and dangerous. 

Before you could even form a coherent response, Spencer's lips crashed down on yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body with purpose.

The intensity of the kiss left you dazed, as Spencer's dominant nature took control. His hands firmly gripped your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

Breaking the kiss, Spencer's eyes were filled with an unyielding determination that you had never seen before. "You crossed a line, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

With a smirk, Spencer reached behind you, grabbed the remote off the coffee table, and hit the power button on the TV. The screen went dark, and the room was plunged into silence, save for the sound of your quickening breath.

Spencer led you to the bedroom, his steps firm and purposeful. He pushed you onto the bed, and your eyes widened in surprise as you realized that he was going to make good on his promise.

Without a word, he began to undress you, his fingers deft and skilled. You tried to protest, but his silence was deafening, and you knew better than to fight him.

Once you were naked, he stepped back, taking in the sight of you lying on the bed, vulnerable and exposed. “Now be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your stomach fluttered with a mix of fear and excitement as you hesitantly complied with his command, spreading your legs wider. Spencer's gaze was intense as he studied you, and you could almost feel the heat of his desire emanating from him.

Spencer stalked back towards the bed, his eyes dark with lust and dominance. You could see the cords in his neck stand out as he clenched his jaw, and you knew that he was trying to control himself.

“Touch yourself for me.” His voice was low and gravelly.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then you felt his hand on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Do it," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse.

Reluctantly, you reached down and touched yourself, feeling the wetness between your legs. Spencer watched you closely, his breath coming in short gasps. 

"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet for me."

You continued to touch yourself, your fingers exploring your own body as his eyes never left you. 

"Fuck, that's hot," Spencer groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Spencer, please, please touch me.” You gasped.

You felt his fingers trace the line of your jaw, his touch firm but gentle. He dragged his thumb across your lower lip. 

“You want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your voice barely a whisper.

“Well, if I was to give into your commands, this wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?” his voice was somehow thick “and plus, I’m enjoying the show.”

You felt a twinge of frustration mixed with anticipation, you knew that Spencer wanted to push you to your limits, but you also knew that he couldn't resist you when you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please, I need you to touch me," you pleaded, your voice growing more insistent. 

Spencer smirked, his eyes never leaving your face. “If you insist, but this isn’t going to turn out how you want.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours, a fleeting taste of what was to come. His fingers trailed down your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He stopped at your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, his eyes never leaving yours.

You looked up at him, your breathing shallow, your heart pounding. "I need you, Spencer."

He chuckled darkly. "You'll get more than you bargained for, darling."

His fingers moved lower, dipping into the wetness between your legs. You gasped involuntarily, your eyes wide with shock and desire. He stroked you gently, moving in slow circles, building the tension between you.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you.” Spencer's fingers delved deeper, hitting a spot inside you that sent shivers throughout your body. You moaned softly, your body arching slightly against his touch.

"You're so tight, so wet, so perfect," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You let out a quiet moan, your body trembling with desire. "Spencer, please, don't tease me."

He smirked, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'm not teasing you; I'm making sure you remember why you shouldn't push me."

Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep inside you, his fingers curling to hit that spot that made you see stars. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably.

You moaned loudly, the sensations overwhelming you. He increased his pace, fucking you with his fingers, his thumb still rubbing your clit in circles.

"Spencer, I'm going to cum" you panted, your body on the edge.

“Have I given you permission to cum?” Spencer demanded, his voice low and authoritative.

You gasped, your body shaking with desire. "No, sir."

"You're close, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers never slowing down.

You nodded, your breathing quickening. "Yes, Spencer, I need. . . I need to cum!"

His hand flew to your throat, his grip firm but gentle. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."

Your eyes widened, but you nodded obediently. "Yes, sir."

With that, he slowed his pace, his fingers moving in and out of you in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You moaned softly, your body still trembling with desire.

“I’m going to make you beg for it, to cum, he whispered, his voice filled with promise and threat. “But remember, you’re not allowed until I give you, my permission.”

You whimpered, your body begging for release, but you knew better than to disobey him. Your mind raced with the mix of fear and desire, fuelling the intensity of your arousal.

Spencer continued to tease you, his fingers moving in and out of you in a slow, torturous rhythm. Your breath hitched, your body straining against his touch. You felt like you were on the edge of a precipice, and any moment you might fall over.

"Please, Spencer," you begged, your voice hoarse with desire. "Let me cum."

His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the desire burning in his gaze. "Not yet," he said, his voice firm.

“Please, Spencer, I need it so badly,” you pleaded, your voice shaking with need.

His eyes met yours, and he smirked, his eyes filled with lust. “You know the rules, darling. You can’t cum unless I say so.”

You moaned, your body trembling with need. “Please, Spencer, please, just let me cum.”

He slid his fingers out of you, leaving you shivering. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He laid you down on the bed, your legs still spread wide, your body still wet and aching. Your heart raced with anticipation, your breaths shallow as he stood above you, his eyes burning with desire.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson?” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly.

"Yes, please, just fuck me already," you whimpered, your body begging for relief.

Spencer chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving yours. He grabs you by the throat, his fingers tightening around your neck, and you gasp for air, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Don't ever disobey me again," he growls, his eyes fierce.

You nod obediently, your eyes wide with fear and desire.

"You're mine, and I'll punish you any way I see fit," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I'm gonna make you remember this, darling," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours. "You crossed the line, and now you'll pay the price.

You whimpered, your body trembling with fear and arousal. "I'm sorry, Spencer," you breathed, promising never to disobey him again.

He released your throat, his fingers stroking your cheek gently, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of tenderness. "Good girl," he said, his voice still rough with emotion.

Without warning, he plunged inside of you, his cock hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your body arched beneath him, your moans mingling with his as he drove into you relentlessly. Your breaths came in short gasps, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled; his voice thick with lust. "To be punished by me?"

"Yes, Spencer, please don't stop," you moaned, your body shaking with need.

He slammed into you harder, his hips swinging rhythmically. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and dark. "And you're going to take every Last. Inch. Of. My. Dick."

You moaned loudly, your body trembling uncontrollably. He continued his relentless assault, each thrust hitting your G-spot with perfect precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt like you were going to explode, so you pleaded with him again.

"Please, Spencer, let me cum," you begged, your voice quivering with desperation.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving yours, "You're going to learn not to push me, darling. And when you're ready, you'll ask me for permission."

You nodded, your body aching for release, but you knew better than to disobey him. Your mind raced with the mix of fear and desire, fuelling the intensity of your arousal.

"But I want to cum, Spencer," you whispered, your voice shaking with need.

He pulled out of you abruptly, leaving you gasping for breath and shivering with need, leaving a void that only he could fill. Your eyes burned with desire, watching as he stood before you.

"Then you'll have to learn to be patient," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I'll teach you how to be a good girl, and only then will I allow you to cum."

You moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Spencer, I need you."

He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours. "You need to learn your place, and right now, you're not there yet."

He reached down, grabbing your throat, his fingers tightening around your neck. You gasped for air, your heart pounding in your chest, your eyes wide with fear and desire.

"Do you understand?" he growled; his eyes fierce.

You nodded obediently, your eyes pleading with him to release your neck and continue.

"Good," he muttered, releasing your throat and stroking your cheek gently. "Now, let's see if you can be a good girl."

He moved his fingers to your clit, circling it slowly, teasing it with each touch. Your breath hitched, your body arching beneath his touch. You moaned softly, your arousal growing with each passing second, your body trembling uncontrollably.

"Please, Spencer, please, touch me," you begged, your voice shaking with need.

"Soon, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.

He continued teasing you, his fingers moving in and out of you in a slow, torturous rhythm, his fingers gently stroking your clit, causing waves of pleasure to course through your body.

You cried out, your body straining against his touch. You felt like you were going to explode, so you pleaded with him again.

"Please, Spencer, let me cum," you begged, your voice shaking with need.

“Go ahead princess, cum.”  His voice was like a switch in your mind, a sudden surge of power that made every muscle in your body clench. Your eyes widened as you felt your orgasm building, a fierce heat spreading through your body, making your skin tingle and your breath catch in your throat.

"Yes, cum for me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine.

You let out a loud moan as your body convulsed, your muscles clenching around his fingers, your heart pounding in your chest as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Your body shook uncontrollably as the intense pleasure washed over you, your breaths shallow and ragged. You kept your eyes locked onto his, your heart pounding against your chest, your body still trembling with need.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're learning your place."

“Now, do you think you can get on all fours for me?” Spencer whispered; his eyes filled with lust.

You nod quickly, your body still shaking with pleasure, eager to continue. He guides you onto all fours, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing with anticipation. Your breaths are shallow, your skin tingling with desire.

"Look at you," he growls, stroking your back gently. "You're so wet and ready for me."

He spanks your ass hard, making you yelp and jump. "Remember, you're mine," he says, his voice low and possessive.

He thrusts into you from behind, your moans mingling with his as he drives into you relentlessly. Your breaths come in short gasps, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

You groan in pleasure as he continues to pound into you from behind, your body responding to his every move. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, your nipples hard and sensitive to the slightest touch.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all, take my cock."

His fingers dig into your hips, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more intense. You can feel his teeth sink into your shoulder, leaving a mark that will last for days.

"You're mine," he growls again, his voice hoarse with desire. "And I'm gonna make you remember that every time I fuck you."

You can't help but moan in agreement, your body arching back against him, eager to take everything he has to give. His thrusts become faster and harder, his breath hot against your ear.

"Please, Spencer," you whimper, your body aching for release. "I need you to cum inside me."

He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your skin. "You're a quick learner, aren't you, darling?"

"Please," you beg, your body trembling with desire. "Fill me up, make me yours."

With one final thrust, he thrusts deep inside of you, filling you completely. You feel him twitching inside of you, his release mingling with yours. Your body trembles uncontrollably, your breaths ragged and shallow.

"There you go, baby," he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're mine, now and forever."

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[spencers-gun]

all i do here is objectify him x