JJ MAYBANK | NOT SO SNEAKY

Preference 13: You play with his hair

Connor: 

“Babe…” he breathes out as your hands immediately connected with his hair, tugging it slightly. He moans in between kisses. “You liked that baby?” you whispered right in his ear. He whimpered in response as you repeated your actions, earning multiple moans from him. “Don’t stop, baby.” He pleads out. You chuckle softly, “I wasn’t planning to, Con. I like getting this reaction from you.” You kissed him back harder and tugged his hair harder. “What reaction? Me submissively giving myself to you?” he smirks, “Yeah.” And there, an idea suddenly popped up in your head, ‘Submissively giving himself to me?’

Brad:

“Yeah, yeah do that. Oh god…” Brad whispered as you played with his hair while he was playing FIFA. “Hmm…but baby, you can’t be focused when I’m playing with your hair…” You teasingly said while you tugged harder and massaged his scalp. His eyes immediately fluttered close as he leaned backwards to your hand. You noticed how much he was enjoying this so you removed your hand from his hair. You stood up and walked away from him, “Oh my God, Y/N. You are so paying for that.” He shook his head, not making eye contact while he kept playing.

Tristan:

“Your hair is so nice, Tris.” You said as you slid your hands into his bundle of hair while tugged a little. “Thank you, baby.” He breathes out as he leaned more backwards to your hand for more pressure. “Do you like that babe?” you asked as you ran your hands all over his hair. He smiled at you and with his hand, he pulled you onto him and kissed you, as a reply. You accidently removed your hands and placed them on his chest. He made a tsk sound and took you hand on his, and placed it back on his hair. He whispered, “Please, baby. More.”

James:

“Love…” James said as he walked into the room, placing a kiss on your forehead. He was stressed, you can tell. “What’s bothering you, baby?” you asked. He just shook his head and ran his hand on his hair.  “Please, can you just play with my hair?” he asks you almost pleadingly. Your heart fluttered because he has never acted like he needed you this badly. “Of course.” You whispered and started to play with his hair. You felt himself calm down a little and his body lightened up. You pulled his hair just a little, which made his head lean backwards and him biting his bottom lip. “You alright now, baby?” You asked softly which he replied with a little nod, eyes closed. You smiled at the sight you were seeing right now. James, helpless in your hands.

ten, ‘96 line: fresh, cute and young kun, also ‘96 line: old, decrepit, could die any minute now

Tease - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request 

request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂

YES!!!!!!!

a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss

“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.

“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.

“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”

i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.

ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.

“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”

i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.

enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.

we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.

i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.

“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.

“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,

“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:

“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.

“okay…” i said.

with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.

enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.

i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”

enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!

“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”

“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”

he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”

“teasing?” i repeated.

“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.

“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.

his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.

enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!

oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.

enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!

his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.

i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.

“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.

bliss, utter bliss.

i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.

i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.

wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.

his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.

“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.

what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…

“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.

that day totally changed my world.

Kissing and Cuddling and Touching — Brad Simpson ✿

prompt: the worst distraction just so happens to be the best… one with brown eyes and curly hair note: requested

If the critical value is… The margin of error is .2304 … Then the—

There was a gentle tug at your left earphone, pulling it from the curve of your ear and drawing your attention from the mess of textbooks and notebooks scattered about your bed.

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“Victon is life.”

- me, an intellectual

Hewwoo it's me again, I hope I'm not bothering you ;w; I just really like your writings! Could I request for a scenario between student council!you and badboy!ravn? I just get the badboy vibe from him ahshsjdk the genre is up to you, I love everything that you post uwu thank you!

A/N: You’re joking right? You are not bothering me at all lovely! I’m happy that you enjoyed my writing enough that you wanted to request once more. That brings me so much joy! 🥺💖 This concept has caused me to create the (almost) perfect scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it my dear! 💓

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Warning!: Slight vulgarity

You wanted the floor to swallow you and never allow you to see the break of dawn again. You, the Vice President of the student council, were outside the principal’s office to be scolded. Why you may ask? Because of the biggest douchebag in the school, Kim Youngjo, who prefers to be called Ravn.

How it all happened was idiotic to say the least. You knew you should have just been the bigger person. But, what Ravn said was hurtful. His friend was no better but, sadly, his words affected you the most. You wished you could rewind time but that’d be too much to ask for.

You and the rest of the student council were having a bake sale. Over the weekend you all made some sugary treats to sell for new football uniforms and, hopefully, new textbooks. In your opinion, the latter would do more good. But no one would acknowledge your opinion.

You were considered the “nerdy b****” who needed to get laid. Or needed to have a Valium and then get laid.

Anyway, your reason for being somewhere you would only be if you had an issue to convey with the principal was simple. You hit the idiot of a jock, Ravn (you snarl at the thought of him), in the back of his precious letterman jacket with a cupcake.

“If the nerdy b**** wants to make money then she should just lay on her back,” you heard one say as the muscle head jocks strolled by.

“Or get on her knees,” muttered Ravn.

His fellow douchebag friends hollared with laughter at his remark. They slapped him on the back as if he scored a three pointer before the blaring of the shot clock.

Your retaliation? You snatched up an innocent cupcake and chucked it at Ravn, perfectly aimed at the jaguar sewed in the middle of his precious varsity jacket.

Ravn could’ve been steaming at the ears from how pissed he looked. If looks could kill, you’d be twelve feet under.

He stalked toward you, having you feel as though you were in the Amazon Rainforest. You stood tall, though. You refused to show any signs of timidity. All through your high school career you’ve kept quiet, allowing people to do/say anything to you. Now, you were tired of staying quiet. People were gonna hear from you.

Ravn took off his jacket and examined it, all the while clicking his tongue and sucking his teeth. He chuckled dryly as he saw the cupcake holding onto his jacket. He took it off and spun it around his long fingers.

“Very funny of you. Now…I wonder…if this little cupcake can hold on to my jacket…maybe it can hold onto the slimy strands of your oily hair.”

WHAM!

You gasped in horror. You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the situation while also keeping your cool. But it was disappearing by the second.

Ravn went ahead and smacked the cupcake on the top of your head. Everyone around you two were silent, their anticipation for what was to come stinking the air.

Soon enough, you two engaged in a food war. You launched cupcakes at him while Ravn threw slices of cake, decorating the corner of the cafeteria you had with cavity-producing sweets.

Now, you two were sitting outside the principal’s office, awaiting your punishments. You knew you were in for it once your parents got called. The disappointment they’d feel was gonna be unbearable. To keep from crying, you dug your nails into your flesh. Whenever they slid over your flesh, you’d sink them back in. The cycle would repeat when needed.

“Stop that!” A voice exclaimed. “You’re making your skin red.”

A warm hand touched you. You jumped away as if you got burned.

Ravn leaned back. Wide-eyed, he raised his hands slowly, trying to appear harmless.

You huffed, placing your chin in your open hand. You focused your eyes on the clock ahead, hoping to zone out as you watched the second hand tick by.

“Listen. What happened back at lunch didn’t have to go down like that. Obviously, we could have handled things differently.”

“Oh, like me allowing you and your dumb jock friends to belittle and degrade me with voices loud enough for me to hear. Yeah, I’m sure that would’ve been a preferred scenario for you, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you and I both know that’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t call me that!” You whipped around to look st him, your gaze fiery. “You lost your chance to call me any cute pet names that minute you started acting differently at the start of this school year.”

Ravn sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. “I never meant to treat you like a nobody.”

“Then what did you mean exactly, Youngjo? Because how you mistreated me was awful! All summer we hung out, sharing little bits about ourselves, staying up talking until God-awful hours in the night.” Despite your efforts to keep them at bay, tears spilled. “You took my first kiss.”

You quickly wiped your face, sniffling your emotions back up. “So, you didn’t just treat me like a nobody. You’ve treated me like a summer fling.”

You needed to remain strong. But all you did was appear strong for these past two months, having to constantly see the boy who owned your heart despite you fighting the reality of it. You were tired now. The act was becoming exhausting.

Suddenly, two hands took possession of your cheeks. You tried to jerk away, but the hands simply tightened their hold.

“Don’t fight me right now, angel. I just need to look into your eyes while I say this.” He then started rubbing the tear streaks away with the pads of his thumbs. And that action alone was how he got you under his control.

Ravn leaned in closer, licking his lips nervously as he gazed into your eyes with his dark brown ones. “Sweetheart, I know I screwed up. No…I f***** up. Babygirl, you became my gravity over the summer. You held me down more than I could say for any of the people I hang out with and call my ‘friends’. You been there for me more than my own parents. You understand me. And, the moments you don’t, you take the time to try.”

He was closer than ever now, causing your lips to brush together in the slightest. Just from the ghost of a touch from his pink lips had your breathing becoming shallow. Your body felt like it was vibrating. The pull you felt toward Ravn was impeccable. You felt as though you two were the only ones existing in this moment.

“If you would let me, I would love to make this right, baby. I miss you with every fiber of my being. It takes everything in me not to kiss you in front of all these pricks in this dumb school. Believe me if you want to.”

You sighed shakily. You wanted nothing more than to melt into Ravn and take him back. But, you needed to set some ground rules. You weren’t going to be treated like a fool again.

“One condition.”

“Baby, you could name a thousand. I don’t care. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Either be your own person or forget us ever becoming more.”

Ravn dropped his gaze. He knew what you were insinuating.

“Your jock friends pressure you to be someone you’re not. You showed me a Ravn over the summer completely different from this Ravn. Look me in my eyes and say this is who you really are and we won’t have to waste each other’s time any longer.”

Ravn shifted his eyes to yours. His hands seized yours, bringing them to his lips.

“This isn’t the person I want to be. And I’m truly sorry for Hwanwoong’s comment and mine. It was truly unacceptable. I should’ve defended you instead of engaging in such awful talk about you. I’m really sorry, angel.

He leaned in closer. His gaze deepened, unknowingly pulling you more into its abyss.

“I promise you I will treat you how you’re supposed to be treated from here on out. No matter how long my probation is until I regained your trust I’ll wait. For you, it’s worth it.”

“You really promise?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He then released one of your hands and made an X where his heart is. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

A smile slowly appeared on your face. You looked down at your joined hands. Your heart swelled from the familiarity.

You looked back up at Ravn, regaining eye contact. You licked your lips before speaking. Ravn bit his lip, enduring a large amount of stress as he waits for your response. He wasn’t willing to let you go. He wouldn’t be able to go on with his life another second without you with him.

“If you’re hoping to die then, I guess, we can try again at this relationship.” A coy smile took over your features.

Ravn’s eyes grew wide. Simultaneously, a huge smile covered half his face.

“Yes!” He yelled before pulling you out of your seat and wrapping you up in a tight bear hug.

Dried icing fell to the floor like dust off of chalk as your clothes rubbed against each other. But neither of you cared to notice.

“Thank you, babygirl! Thank you! I swear to you I will cherish you like you’re the most precious source of air in the entire world.” His grip grew tighter, causing you to feel secure. The pieces of your self-esteem, happiness, and heart felt like they were put back together as Ravn held you flush to his body.

Once again, you felt that bubbly feeling deep in your belly. The same thrill you felt in the summer is the same as what you’re feeling now. It might have maximized. Because you were finally back in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling right at home.

A/N: Okay this turned really freaking long. But I’m happy with the plot. A big pat on the back for myself if I must say. I’m sorry if you were waiting a long time my dear. But, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this darling! 🤗💓

Ateez Reaction: When you kiss them out of the blue

||| Anon asked: can I request a ATEEZ reaction to you (reader) attacking them with kisses of their face? Thank youu❤️❤️ |||

A/N1: This was originally requested by someone else but since you didn’t specify what you wanted with Ateez or The Boyz, I’m tagging you here @eleyandere 😂

Kim Hongjoong

He was lying in bed, watching TV and as soon as you walked into the room, he patted the spot next to him, so you could join him. You made yourself comfortable on his chest while he lazily threw his arms around you and held you closer.

You looked up at him, admiring the view from below, when suddenly a great idea popped into your head.

“Joong,” you whispered and as soon as he lowered his gaze, you pushed yourself up and kissed him.

He continued to stare at you, a smirk forming on his lips.

“You know, I was just about to do that myself,” he lied.

“Oh yeah?” you laughed. “But you didn’t!”

“I can always do it now though,” he said, pulling you on top of himself.

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jealous!Steve hcs??

this has been done a million times but idc because i fucks with this concept!

there are two types of jealous steve: pouty, silent treatment jealous steve or over the top protective jealous steve

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5. “i really want to kiss you right now.” | from my prompt list

[2:56 pm] youngbin pats on his lap for you to sit and to which you agree.

“i really want to kiss you right now.” he whispers softly into your ear and you shyly giggle. he cups your face in his hands, placing his lips onto yours in delicacy.

“i love you so much.” youngbin says, his warm heavy breath fanning over your face.

“i love you too, bin.” you respond before you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

all mine- Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer has trouble hiding your relationship

warnings: it’s a bit steamy, but nothing too graphic

Blasting music, sweaty bodies, and all of your teammates getting drunk.

You get to watch all of this objectively, because you’re the designated driver.

To be fair, you had volunteered. Spencer had offered, but you had taken the bullet. Nonetheless, Spencer decided he would sit by your side all night, and not drink.

But you decide to leave him for just a second, to get a refill of your virgin daiquiri.

And even with Spencer only a few feet away from you, a man comes up to you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The guy asks, leaning on the bar, a beer in his hand.

“No, I’m the driver tonight, but thank you.” You say, a cautious smile on your face.

“C’mon baby.” He says, nudging you on the shoulder.

“I told you, i’m fine.” you say, about to pay for the drink.

“Nah let me, a pretty lady shouldn’t have to pay for her own drink. Besides, you can call me later and pay me back.” He winks as he pulls out his wallet.

“No thanks, I’d rather not take a drink from a married man.” You smile, and put the bills on the counter.

“Wh- how’d you know?” The man stammers, his face obviously heating up.

“The ring that you just switched to your right hand, and the family photo in your wallet.” You say matter-of-factly.

You give him a condescending smile, and walk back over to Spencer.

“Should I be worried about him?” Spencer asks, his voice deeper than it usually is.

“Nah, I put him in his place.” You laugh, brushing your hair out of your face.

Spencer checks his watch, “It’s almost 12:30.” he says, and then stands up, leaning down to your ear, “Gather everyone up, and let’s take them home. You’re coming to my apartment tonight.” He says in a low voice.

His words go straight through your body, and you press your legs together.

Spencer walks away, smirking at your reaction to him, and begins to get Morgan and Garcia.

You clear your throat, and stand up to get the others.

Everyone lives moderately close, so you take Garcia, Emily, and JJ. While Spencer takes the guys.

You see Penelope into her apartment last, and then you get back into your car.

You pull into Spencer’s apartment building, and do a poor job at fixing your hair.

You walk up to Spencer’s apartment, and dig out the key he gave you a while ago out of your purse.

You push open the door, and see Spencer sitting on the couch.

“Hey Spence.” You say walking over to him. He doesn’t respond, just pulls you onto his lap, having you straddle him.

Spencer comes up, his lips ghosting yours, and says, “You know you’re all fucking mine, right?”

You nod, eyes darting between his lips and eyes.

“Good.” Spencer says, before capturing your lips with his. It’s a slow kiss, but still urgent.

“Come with me to the bedroom.” He says, leading you.

He lays you down on the bed, and then climbs on top of you, kissing you again. This time it’s faster, and full of need.

He kisses down your jaw, and nibbles on your ear. Spencer then trails down your neck, and begins to suck on it, in a very obvious place.

“Spencer,” You say breathlessly, “You know I can’t have hickeys where we work.”

“Don’t care.” he murmurs, “I’m marking what’s mine.”

~

In the morning, you wake up next to Spencer. You check your phone, and realize the time: 8:30.

“Fuck.” You say, really loudly.

Spencer groans, turning over to face you. “What?” he asks in a deep morning voice.

“Aren’t we supposed to be in by nine?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Spencer responds. You show him the phone.

“Fuck!” He says, hopping out of bed. “I think i have some of your work clothes here.” He says, rubbing his eyes.

“Wanna shower together to save time?” You ask, “But absolutely no funny business.” You say, eyeing him.

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” Spencer replies.

You and Spencer both roll up to the BAU headquarters around 9:15.

“Sorry, I’m late. You say, taking a seat.

“Don’t worry, everyone’s allowed to be late, once.” Rossi says, “And Reid was late too, don’t worry.” He points over to Spencer.

“Goddamn Y/n. Did you get busy with someone from the bar last night?” Morgan asks.

“W-what?” You ask, cheeks redding.

Morgan points at your neck, and you look down. The mark had deepened to a dark purple.

You heard Spencer stifle a laugh behind you. You turn around, “What Reid? You jealous that i’m getting action and you aren’t?” You ask, and since no one else can see you face, you wink.

He puts his hands up in defense, “Don’t look at me.”

“Anyway, can we please get back to the case?” You ask, glaring at everyone. Garcia looks at you sympathetically, and hands you a scarf out of her bag.

You take it, and smile at her. She winks in return. On some level, you think that Garcia knows about you and Spence. She can be better at profiling than anyone else on the team at times.

You put the scarf around your neck as JJ tells you about the case.

It was a case about an unsub who drains all of the blood from his victims, and might keep it for a later date.

“Hey Y/n, maybe this was the guy you were with last night, he just didn’t bite all the way through your neck.” Morgan laughs, and you roll your eyes.

You throw up the middle finger, and he laughs. “Cut it out man.” Spencer says, not looking up from the file.

“Listen, all I’m saying is if you show up to work with a huge hickey you deserve to get made fun of a bit. besides, Y/n knows i’m joking, right babe?” Morgan asks, nudging your shoulder.

“Yeah, I do.” You say quietly.

“Anyway,” Hotch says, “Wheels up in 20, we are going to Indianapolis.”

You and Spencer go to your desks to get your go-bags. Coincidentally, your desks were right next to each other.

As you were leaning down to pick up your bag from under your desk, Spencer pinches your hip. You spring up, and almost hit him.

“Are you crazy?” You whisper, “We are at work, and we could get caught.”

“mmmm, don’t care.” Spencer shrugs.

~

Later, on the plane, you had complained that it was freezing, so you got a blanket from the back. The blanket was draped over your lap, and you were sitting next to Spencer while you went over the case.

Since the blanket was partially over him as well, Spencer took this opportunity to slide his hand over your thigh.

You stare bullets into him as he casually still goes over the case, like nothing is happening.

You roll your eyes, and try to go back to focusing, but it’s really hard with Spencer’s hand drawing circles on your thigh.

~

All is well, you work the case and eventually, Emily makes the connection that he must work on a farm or something of the like to keep everything stored.

You yawn as you get onto the jet to go back home.

You’re dressed in comfortable clothes, and you take your normal seat by Spencer on the couch-like seat. You started to play on your phone mindlessly, until your drowsiness overtook you.

Your eyes flutter shut, and your head falls to use Spencer’s shoulder as a pillow. Spencer shifts, and puts his arm around you so you’re laying more on his chest.

“So, when are you going to tell her that all of us know about you guys?” Morgan speaks up as soon as he thinks you’re asleep.

“I don’t know.” Spencer smiles, “For right now it’s really fun messing with her.”