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blurbs:

coworkers to lovers with derek

derek falling for hotch's daughter

hooking up with derek while drunk

derek visits you in the hospital

losing your virginity to derek

meeting derek's team

telling derek you're a virgin

getting stuck in a cell with derek

derek gets you ice cream

soulmate au with derek

derek finds out his girlfriend is rossi's daughter

derek spoils you on valentine's day

dilf!morgan x plus size!reader

derek would still love you if you were a worm

derek x ghost!reader

derek likes your perfume

moreid make you nervous in the interrogation room

you and derek have the same last name

mina is just sharon when on stage full time now, huh?

up all night

vampire!hyunjin x reader

A collection of short stories following the adventures of you and your pet bat.

series inspired by this thought of vampire!hyunjin

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part one. a thump in the night

part two. connected

part three. the truth (un)told

side story

sick day pt. 1 | pt. 2

extras

moodboard

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Daryl: *wakes at 5am*

Y/N: *likes to sleep in*

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Rick: WALKER—-

Daryl: Nah that’s Y/N

Rick: Holy fucking shit. Why do they look like that

Y/N: Hey don’t be a bitch. It’s almsot 6AM or whatever early…early time it is right now…

Rick: Go back to bed I’ll get somebody else

Y/N: BITCH IM HERE YOU ASKED FOR ME IM HERE!

Rick: JESUS!

Daryl: Yeah don’t fight them tired self. Yea ain’t gonna win

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"I Don't Have A Girlfriend." - H.H [SKZ]

Summary : In which you go with Hyunjin to get his wisdom teeth removed.

Warnings : Hyunjin all doped up at the dentist for shits n giggles, felix/seungmin/changbin laughing at him, teasing banter, mention of binnie's bday gift from minho

"What year is it?"

"2024. Halfway through, baby." You laugh, hand coming up to the arm of the chair he lays in to rest there in case he tries to move around. And he does, sitting himself up a bit as if he's worried he's late for something.

Hyunjin huffs out a breath through his nose, turning his head to look at you. You can't deny that he looks god awful and adorable at the same time; Hair tousled, eyes puffy with sleep and cheeks swollen far more than usual from the medication and procedure he'd just undergone. "How long was I asleep?"

You pull your notification tab down with the tip of your index finger to check. "They put you under about an hour and a half ago, so you were asleep for.. I don't know, twenty minutes after they were done?"

"Twenty..." His voice trails off, soft and grumbly from just waking up. His lips press together before parting again, forced open by the gauze in his mouth and cheeks. His head turns towards the door and then down to the thin blanket placed over his body. Slowly, he begins to relax back into the chair.

Your hand comes up to rest along his cheek, brushing over the skin just barely before moving to pull hair back from his face. He blinks tiredly and keeps his eyes down, focused on the way his hands move under the blanket as he tries to pull it up further towards his shoulders. "Feeling okay, bubs?"

He huffs again, sighing out in what seems like distress that he's too sleepy to truly convey. "I have to go soon."

"Go where, baby?" You chuckle, curious on where his mind was wandering as the drugs slowly wore off.

His lips smack once, twice, and he blinks open his eyes again to look at you. It's a silly sight, his head tipped down toward the blanket and face pudgy with the angle. "I have a dinner date later. With ..."

You smile. "We rescheduled our dinner date for next week, Jinnie, remember? We'll have that dinner date eventually, don't worry."

"No.."

"No?" You grin this time, giggling out when he seems to reject the dinner offer. "You don't want to go on a dinner date with your girlfriend, baby?"

A few chuckles come from the screen of your phone. You'd facetimed Felix as soon as he'd asked you to after you'd told him Hyunjin was waking up. He insisted he needed to see what his hyung would be like all doped up at the dentist. So at the present moment, Felix's left eye and Seungmin's forehead fill the screen - and you know Changbin is lingering somewhere in the background.

Hyunjin clicks his tongue before his nose crinkles in careful regret. He adjusts in the chair, tugging the blanket fully up to his chin as he hums out. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Seungmin's laugh breaks the soft silence that fills the room and Hyunjin peeks open an eye in confusion as to where it came from.

"I'm your girlfriend, Jinnie." You remind him in a playful tone, still laughing through it all. Your hand finds his under the blanket and as the words settle in, his brows crinkle together.

"Uh, no." He blinks a few times at you, lips pursing. "I have a wife waiting for me at home. You can't be my girlfriend."

Your expression falls deadpan - but it all seemed worth it when Changbin's laughter exploded from your phone speaker, mixed with the sound of Felix dropping his phone as he fell to the floor cackling and Seungmin hitting the couch cushions in amusement.

Your eyes roll and you look back to your boyfriend, amused. "Right. Forgot you were married."

His lips purse once more, tongue sliding over them slowly as he realizes they're numbed still, before his eyes slip back shut in peace. "Mhm. My wife has pink underwear, too."

"Your wife has WHAT?"

𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 + 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗘

chan ; chan is so unbelievably sweet with you. he knows exactly when you weren’t really there anymore, that far-away, hazy look filling your eyes as you look up at him. “oh, where’d you float off too, baby?” he’d ask, his voice so soft and gentle. and all you can do is writhe around in his grip and reach out for him, your hands grabbing feverishly his shoulders, his arms — anything you could reach — hiccupping and shaking as he grabs your hands in his, pushing them down into the mattress and squeezing tightly. he loves the way your grip on him is just as strong, the way you’re holding onto him as if he was your lifeline. “wanna cum, please, wan’ it so bad, channie, please.” and how could he ever deny you? when you’re always so sweet for him? when you beg so nicely? “you’re okay, puppy, i’ve got you. make a mess for me.”

minho ; you really were such a good girl for him. minho would have his cock shoved down your throat, hand threading through your hair and rutting shallowly in your mouth, staring down at you through hooded eyes, letting out the prettiest, breathiest moans. “fucking take it, baby.” he grunts, pushing you further down on his dick, groaning at the way you gagged and choked around him. “my good slut.” your eyes were hazy, a dazed yet somehow desperate look on your face, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth; that was what made him notice how far off you were. minho seems like the type to not really know what to do in this situation, grip loosening on your hair as he pulls you off his cock. “you okay, baby?” he asks, leaning down to meet your gaze. he can see the tears gathering in your eyes and the way your thighs rub together from where you’re kneeling in front of him. “please use me, minnie. use my mouth.“ you mutter, words slurring, absent-mindedly shuffling closer to him, head resting on his thigh. “love you s’much.” he would grin, tone becoming so much more gentle, his movements tender and soft. “i love you too, angel. my good girl.”

changbin ; you had stopped respond to him. changbin loves when you talk to him in bed, the way your voice stops and hiccups through the sentences, trying so desperately to answer his question adequately. but now you were silent. you nuzzled your face into his chest from where you were sat on his lap, making soft noises of protest every time he tried to pull away to see your face. “lemme see you, honey.” he says, voice quiet and gentle. even without seeing you, he can tell your eyes are glazed over. when you finally move back, changbin can see just how far away you’ve gone. your eyes are so hazy, yet somehow still filled with love. love for him. “oh, baby.” he coos, letting you fall back into his strong arms, rubbing soothing patterns on your back until you come back to him. “i’m here, baby, come back, love.” changbin would be the best person in this situation, he’d know exactly what to do, how to make you feel loved and safe and how to coax you back to him <33

hyunjin ; hyunjin thinks it’s the cutest thing. he loves how pliant you become under him, how you’re so willing to do anything for him; and seeing you become so soft and vulnerable with him tugs as his heartstrings. “i’m here, baby.” he coos, pulling you closer to him, hugging you tight into his chest. “my good, lil baby. always so sweet for me, isn’t that right?” he keeps talking, mumbling and rambling while waiting for you to come back to him. “hyunnie, please move, please.” you whimper into his neck, fingers linking loosely behind his neck. “of course, angel. anything you want, i would do anything for you.” he mumbles, slowly grinding his hips against you, reveling in the way you whine for him, fingernails leaving little crescent moons on the skin of his shoulders. my pretty baby.” he coos, urging his cock deeper into you, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. “cum whenever you want, baby… so good for me.”

jisung ; jisung really is the sweetest boy in the world. his head is buried in your neck, mouthing and biting at the sensitive skin. his hips are rutting hard into yours, hitting that sweet, gummy spot over and over with each thrust. “feels so good, baby.” he pants against your neck, the hot, warm feeling of his breath making you whine and shiver under him, bucking your hips up against his. he seems like the type to be really receptive to how you’re feeling, so when he tries to lift himself up only to feel your hands on his shoulders, holding him in place, he knows something’s changed. “sungie.” your voice is soft, so soft he almost can’t hear it. “yeah, baby? i’m here.” you settles back down, knowing that you want to feel him close, need to feel his skin against yours. he would be so sweet, shifting so he has you sat on his lap while he lays against this headboard, grinning as you cling onto him.

felix ; felix would be a little clueless. he’d be buried between your legs, fingers knuckle-deep inside you, thumb pressing with the smallest amount of pressure against your lil clit, his free hand wrapped around your tummy, keeping you still for him. the only thing that would hint to him that you had drifted away was your hand frantically searching for his, locking your fingers through with his and squeezing. “lix—” you cut yourself off with a hiccup, your entire body shaking and trembling in time with his thrusts. felix would immediately stop, he doesn’t seem like the type to be certain in himself that he’d be able to keep himself in check while you’re like this. “oh, baby.” he pulls himself up, leaning over your little body, making you feel so tiny. “where’d you go, sunshine?” he asks, his voice is impossibly soft and gentle. licking his fingers clean, he brings his hand to your mouth, grinning as you so easily let his thumb slip past your lips. “my pretty lil baby.”

seungmin ; seungmin would be become so soft with you. his touches turn from rough and cold, to tender and warm in the span on seconds. your voice becomes so soft and tiny and your hands so needy that there was no mistaking that you’d fallen away from him, that you were now floating on cloud nine. “oh, angel.” seungmin mumbles, pulling you into his grip, arms circling around you while you nestle yourself into his chest. “please minnie, wan’ you–” you cut yourself off with a hiccup. “wan you s’bad, daddy.” he can feel the way you squirm in his grip, pressing a thousand little kisses against his neck and collarbones. “you want me, baby?” he teases, leaning his head back so you had better access to his neck. you nod, not being able to form the words. all you could do was mouth at his neck, leaving marks on the skin. “okay, baby, so good for me, my sweet girl.” he mumbles, letting you work yourself on his cock while you mumble a constant stream of “thank you’s”.

jeongin ; jeongin is so honored that you trust him that much, to be so vulnerable with him. his hands are planted on your hips, moving you up and dock on his cock and hissing through his teeth at the way you involuntarily roll and swivel your hips against him, high-pitched moans leaving your mouth. he knows when you’ve floated away from him when you start using “innie” instead of his name or any title given to him. “i- innie, feels so good.” you gasp out, falling against his chest and hooking your arms around his shoulders. “i’ve got you, puppy.” he mumbles into your ear, hands immediately leaving your waist to wrap around you, letting you nuzzle into him. one hand had lifted to your head, petting down your hair and stroking through the strands. “please move, innie, please, please.” you mumble against him. “wanna cum s’bad, wan’ it from you, pleasepleaseplease—" and he shushes you, shallowly thrusting up into your warmth and grinning at the way you shake around him. “you can cum, baby. whenever you’re ready. cum for me, pup.”

Professionally Pretty Baby {l.f.}

Felix x afab!reader | trope: established relationship | smut | wordcount: 1.5k

Synopsis: When Felix is insecure about running the catwalk for the first time, you decide to distract him. By forcing him to narrate compliments from Twitter while you go to town on him.

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Smut Tags: Smut | Explicit Sexual Content | Porn with some Plot | Fluff | Teasing | Edging (Felix rec.) | Oral (Felix rec.) | Body Worship | Implied Praise Kink | Slight Breeding Kink towards the end | Felix is slightly insecure and anxious

Note: This is so heavily inspired by our favourite Prince Felix walking the Louis Vuitton runway. Also by this Seungmin story by @skzms It's been quite a week, alright...

Taglist: @skzho @bubblelixie @flakywig @itsallaboutkey @avyskai @mekuiikore @changbiddies0325 @knowleeknow @sensitiveandhungry @svintsandghosts @poutypoutybin @hyunjinswifeee @sunlitwilderness

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“Lee Felix has been g— God!— gifted a once in a life— lifetime face card.”

“Read another one, baby!”

“I don’t know this man, but he truly belongs…” Felix throws his head back and you pull away. He understands your threat, so after a deep, shaky breath, he finishes the sentence. “… belongs on the runway.”

And you continue.

That’s how the past twenty minutes have been going. With Felix, narrating your Twitter feed to you while you have him in your mouth. Sucking. Licking. Like the god-damn goddess you are.

You were playing with him the whole after party. In secrecy, hidden away while stealing heated kisses in unsupervised backrooms. Groping him through his jeans which he was filling out in no time. You’ve even given his ass a few squeezes when no one was looking, riling him up as much as possible. A welcome ego-booster after he was on edge the whole morning. Anxious about his first runway show.

It started with Felix tossing and turning all night, not getting a whiff of sleep. He couldn’t eat breakfast, his nerves running so high he thought he’d throw up. On the way to the show, your hand was placed on his thigh, urging his leg to stop bouncing in quick tremors. And even as he was getting dressed—honoured by being the leading model to close the show—he was so pale.

Nothing you did seemed to help Felix relax, two of his fingers constantly at his neck to check his pulse. You had never seen him more concerned in your life.

Turns out, all the worrying was for nothing.

As you watched him strut the runway as though he was born to do it, pride and arousal took over your frame. If it weren’t for all the innocent bystanders, you would have jumped Felix the moment he returned backstage. It was then that you decided to reward him with your unfiltered attention once you got him to yourself.

By the time you entered your hotel room, he was so hard already, it was difficult to get him out of his tight denim pants. All the more are you enjoying him now, like a pretty present you had to unpack before being able to play with.

“Another one.”

You swirl your tongue around his tip, making him whimper as he involuntarily scrolls further down the feed.

“He looks so good, I want to suck him dry.”

That’s the comment that gave you the idea. You remember reading it on the way to the after party, his hand resting on your thigh while he looked out the limousine’s window. A dangerous smirk appeared on your lips as you tongued the inside of your cheek. Felix ever the oblivious victim of your arousal.

“How about you just keep ‘em coming. Gives me more freedom to do this,” you explain as you cup his balls in your hand. It sends a shutter right through his shape, ending in a pink sheen on both his cheeks. Not so pale anymore, is he?

“Korea’s favourite prince.”

You hum around him in agreement, and he groans at the vibration.

“The most cuntiest walk to ever be walked.”

You’re deep-throating him now, fingers digging into his thighs and leaving red marks.

“Please, baby. I can’t keep reading these. I need to concentrate on you,” Felix whines, free hand coming to your head, guiding you.

But this isn’t the deal. He’s supposed to let go of any and every doubt he has. About his looks, his abilities to present the clothes as intended, his way of walking. Call it reverse psychology, but if his girlfriend worshiping his dick while he reads through tweets calling him ‘handsome’, ‘perfect’ and ‘god’ doesn’t do it… nothing would.

“I can’t even look you in the eyes while reading these.”

With that he throws your phone to the side, hips bucking into your grip. You’re jerking him in gentle, maddening strokes as you come up to sit in his lap. He’s completely naked while you’re still in your dress. Only your boobs roam free for an even prettier view from where he’s been sitting. Over you, leaning back against the headrest of the hotel couch.

As you come eye-to-eye, his hands reach around you, groping your ass. Your skirt slides further up your thighs, revealing what’s beneath. Or rather, what isn’t.

When Felix realises you’ve been going commando all evening, he licks his lips, moaning. “You’re unreal.”

“No, you’re unreal,” you correct him, pressing your lips against his neck. Since his head is still rolled against the backrest, you have free access to any part of his throat. Your tongue darts out to lick over his pulse-point. “I mean, I already knew you were pretty. My pretty baby. But now…”

The speed of your strokes picks up and Felix squeezes your cheeks harder. He’s close, you can tell from the twitch in his cock and his constant need to swallow. With glazed eyes he watches as you position him at your entrance, your wetness wrapping around his head.

“You’re my professionally pretty baby.”

As the words reach his brain, you slide onto him, your folds swallowing him whole. Immediately, he starts guiding your hips around himself, but you swat them away. Instead, you steer them to where your dress bunches up. Between the display of your tits and your pussy, engulfing him in a delicious hug.

He doesn’t know where to look, eyes ping-ponging between your most grabable areas. All of which he’s not allowed to grab. Or caress or tease or simply touch. A true tragedy if he’s ever seen one.

Felix only realises that you’ve picked up your phone again when you push it into his hands. “Go on. Earn it!”

And he’s trying so hard. “Lee Felix is what angels think they look like when they’re entering heaven.” You squeeze him, earning a shaky breath. “I’d survive off of drinking nothing but him.” You agree with a nod, leaning back to tilt the angle. You’re holding yourself up with your arms on his thighs, giving him the best view he could ask for. “Put— Fuck!— Put your babies inside me, sir.”

“Who wrote that one?” you question much to his surprise.

“What?”

“Tell me who wrote the last one.”

You watch as he focuses his gaze onto the small display as though it is planets away. “It’s— It was—” Shaking his head, he snaps out of his haze momentarily, only to look up at you once he realises. “You?”

Smiling at him, you notice the flash inside his irises, telling you exactly what those words do to him. The tightening of his abs doesn’t go by you either. The mere thought of getting you pregnant gets him going so much, you’re thrown onto the couch not seconds later. As he plunges back inside you with all his force, you clench around him, spurring him on.

“Come inside me, baby. I know you want to,” you whisper into his ear as he shudders with his approaching release. He knows you’re on birth control. But even just the trajectory of you carrying his children has him going in overdrive. It doesn’t take much more to have him paint your walls snow white like the colour of his bleached locks. “Fill me up. Breed me, baby.”

Later when you’re laying in bed, breathless from the countless of orgasms he thanked you with, Felix can’t help wondering. “Did you actually mean it?”

“That you’re the absolute epitome of male prettiness?” you joke. “Of course!”

Since you met Felix, you were constantly amazed by his effortless and natural beauty. How anyone could not see that, even the boy himself, is a true mystery to you.

“That’s not what I meant,” he rolls his eyes, flips so he can look at you. For the last few minutes, he has laid on your stomach while you played with his blonde strands. “I mean the whole putting babies in you thing. Would you actually want to have my children someday?”

“You’re serious?” He nods, timid. “Baby, do you remember when I said I’d kill to have Tom Holland’s children?” He’s laughing this time, shaking his head at your delusional joke. “Well, I’d kill Tom Holland to have yours.”

Your words make him blush as he hides his face in your belly. You’re snickering along with him, body trembling in amusement, when you feel a kiss press to your stomach.

“Okay, okay. That’s good to know for the future.” Your amusement dies down when you feel his hand creep up your naked thigh, tickling the skin. Soft kisses are planted around your belly button before he wanders down your body. “For now, how about we play with the fantasy a little. What do you say?”

But you don’t answer. Before you can even open your mouth, he has his on you, playing with your swollen clit as though he hasn’t done so for hours. And soon enough Felix has you right back where he wants you. Withering away below him, thanked over and over again for the love you continue to gift him with.

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