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Gamer girl Logan

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Telling secrets, there on the mattress. 💋

Taking another sip of the Merlot that Emily had kindly poured out for you into your lipstick-stained glass, you felt dizzy. You were somewhat seeing double in your inebriated state, but you didn’t mind, what’s better than one Prentiss? A second, obviously.

Tenderly she leans forward, you gaze into her eyes, each coffee coloured iris just sparkling under the big central light. Her lips pin up into a smirk, exposing her dimples on either side. Intoxicated and confident, you match her movement but let Emily lead the way. She was always the one in control, every time you met up, she took care of you.

It’s a dance the two of you have done for years, she takes to dinner, douses your stomach with too much red wine and pasta, shyly holds your hand down the street as she brings you home. It’s always the same excuse; “come and see how much Sergio has grown!”

In all fairness, you do get to cuddle with Sergio every time. But he lays between the pair of you, both of you, exhausted and nude, with the light from the cheap nylon curtains peeking through and gracing your bodies in sunlight.

This evening was no different, her crimson nails trailing up your wrists leaving your arms decorated with goosebumps under her fingers.

“You look so gorgeous tonight.” Emily all but purrs her compliment into your ears, her breath tickling over your neck causing you to shiver. She always knew how to get to you, her touch made your body ignite, no matter how little or gentle it was.

Her hands find your thighs, squeezing softly and skittering her nails in between them, feeling the pudgy flesh under her fingers and your conscious collapsing underneath her. Her smirk only grew wider with the knowledge you were hers, putty in her hands once again. With her lips marking your neck, biting heart shaped bruises into your porcelain complexion, you shuffle closer. Tearing her lips from your throat, crashing your lips into hers.

She tastes like the wine you shared and your fondest memories, no matter how much you try to deny her, you can’t deny the hold she has over. Pushing the thoughts of what your mother would think of you right now, your tongue makes its way into her mouth. Oh you could never resist her, and with her kiss she calls for you like a siren song. Every single brush of her tongue more sensual than the last.

“You missed me?” Emily teases, letting her knee push against your heat when she notices you squirming. Holding you closer and undressing you like you were the best present on Christmas morning. Watching her pupils widen as she glances over your now-bare breasts, she shakes her head and chuckles, leaning down to suckle over your rosebud nipples.

Unable to escape the pleasure, you rut yourself against her knee like a bitch in heat for as long as you’re allowed before Prentiss pushes your back to the mattress. Pinning you down with her hips as she plants gentle, wet kisses over your belly. Taking her time to tease around your belly button, twiddling with the piercing that resides there as you gasp and groan. With each kiss she travels further and further south, before her mouth meets your underwear-clad cunt.

Peeling away your already soaked thong, she brushes her finger over your clit, her touch featherlight and teasing. Noticing the way your head falls back in ecstasy as she taunts you with what you were both wanting.

“Tell me you want me.” She husked, twirling her fingers either side of your heart, just touching so close to where you wanted her most. The sensations were maddening, your core clenches around nothing as if it was asking for her fingers itself. You mewl out a few sweet nothings about how you’ve waited for this since the last time, how you can only get yourself off if you think about her standing at the end of your bed. With her hair tied up and her makeup a little messy, her strap-on tied tightly around her hips as she orders you to suck her dick. How the only thing that can make you cum alone anymore is the thought of looking up at her through your lashes and reminiscing of the feeling of her hand scratching your scalp as she praises you.

“Then you can have me, all of me.” The taller girl cooed before her fingers find your pussy once more. She traces circles over it softly, knowing how much you enjoy the build up and how much it drives you crazy when you get needy and beg for more. Your hips jerk up, searching for more of her, needing all that she could give you. She complies, making herself comfortable between your thighs before she tilts her face forward and passionately begins making out with your pussy. Each gentle stroke of her tongue flickering over your bead makes you beg. Thighs wrap round her head like a spider caught in a web, but Emily is not the prey and you are not a spider. For as long as you’ll let her, she’ll eat you out until you cry for mercy. You belong to her.

Emily flattens her tongue and licks stripes up to your clit, swirling her tongue around it with every stripe, completely unfazed by the bucking of your hips up into her face. They crash and collide like waves in the ocean and you were desperately to ride that high, your orgasm approaching quicker and quicker. When it hits it’s a tsunami, the mental memories flash before your eyes when the fireworks go off inside your belly, rutting your hips into her lips begging for more whilst your hands tug at her hair and caresses the back of her hair as gentle as you could be.

“P-Please.. Em please.. Again… Need to so bad.” You choked on your own words, sobbing in pleasure as you clench your thighs around her. Her hands make their way to your waist, pushing her thumbs into the depths of your hipbones, forcibly restraining you with her strength. Looking up at you through her eyelashes and nodding her head, you let go.

Coming undone on her tongue like it’s what you were born to do. You groan and writhe on her bed, soaking into her sheets you feel paralysed in pleasure. And she just won’t. Let. Up. She knew your maximum was two, you were never able to reach a third peak, by the end of your second orgasm, especially with Emily, you were exhausted.

Prentiss sucks on your clit through your orgasm, pushing your limits to see if she could get another one out of you. Over sensitive and now over tired you lay back, defeated. Letting her toy with you, using you as her very own sex you, you feel it. That familiar, wobbly feeling deep inside. You shriek, “N-No more, it’s too much.” Your demands fall on her deaf ears, lapping over your heat and suckling on your clit harshly.

Lightening strikes inside you again as you orgasm a third time. Convulsing, arching your back high off of the mattress you practically scream out for her. “Oh fuck Em! Yes! Right there!” With each word your pitch gets higher and squeakier, your thighs go limp underneath you and shaking through the after-shocks. You look down at the wet patch you’ve made on Em’s bed sheets, peeking through your squinted eyes, you examine her. Her lips now plump and swollen but still oh-so kissable, pussy drunk on the mix of her own saliva and your juices. Pulling her in for a gentle, you taste yourself on her breath.

Still blissed out, you fall back onto the mattress beside her. Her arm sneaking around your shoulder, pulling you close to her chest and letting your face rest on her breasts. Giggling softly with your noses rubbing against each others, all because you called her breasts your pillows. Taking turns being the little spoon to each other because how can you not want to hold her after she’s given you everything. Emily flutters her eyelashes against your cheek, butterfly kisses under the moon light with her would bring world peace, you thought silently.

You slip your hand into hers once more, interlocking your fingers and turning off the light. You sleep in her arms, her musky scent filling your nostrils and you just wish you could bottle it to keep forever. When you wake up, she’s gone.

A post-stick note on the bedside table reads, “Called into work early, I’ll be home around 6. Make yourself at home.” With a badly drawn love heart underneath the emergency contact number, you smile. This time, you’re not her’s for one night.

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Thinking about cuffing brat!Spencer's wrists to the headboard of the bed and watching him writhing as he searches for your touch. Denying him of relief you kneel between his legs and put on a show for his eyes only.

Tweaking your nipples and squeezing them, your hand finding its way to your clit causing you to let out the softest moans.

Spencer is in agony, his cock is throbbing, aching. Allowing him a taste of pleasure, you bend down. Your tongue tracing a stripe up his sack and kitty licking over his length. Reaching his tip, he freezes up. Eyes glued shut and his head shaking, cheeks reddening from embarrassment and yanking at his binds. His cock leaks pearlescent beads of cum, flowing out of him like a fountain whilst he squints his eyes closed tighter.

You chuckle, the breath from your laughter against his skin giving his goosebumps and he shivers under the cold metal of his cuffs. Still pulling at them for freedom. He knows he's going only going to be punished more for not asking for permission.

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Bestfriend Reader in a skirt casually sitting on eddies lap and when she gets up/or maybe eddie realizes she left a wet patch on his leg

Bestfriend!Eddie gets cockwarmed. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

(I got so carried away here!! Thank you for this prompt<3)

Eddie’s trailer wasn’t the most spacious of places, but when he offered to have movie night there rather than the Harrington mansion, you all politely agreed.

That’s how you got in this situation. Robin and Vickie were nestled up under a blanket on the floor surrounded by pillows, they seriously looked like something from a cheesy teen movie, it was such an adorable sight. Nancy and Jonathan sat side by side on the couch, his head leaning on her left shoulder and her fingers combing through his fringe, muttering something about him needing a hair cut. Steve was sat to the right of you cradling a pillow. He looked sweet all cuddled into it, his nose wrinkled up as his face pushes into the pillow, and you, were sat on Eddie’s lap.

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be physically affectionate with Eddie, you’d known each other since you were three. He’d showered and taken baths with you when you were kids when the Munson’s water supply was cut off from tough times with money and your mom always let them use your bath tub and shower when they needed it. He’d seen you grow from a little toddler into what you are today, 5’5 and 21 years old. He’d seen all of your style experiments to try and figure out who you were, but you were always so jealous of Eddie. He knew who he was from a young age. I mean he forced you to listen to KISS and Metallica when you were pre-teens. He knew what he wanted and what he liked, you admired that. You admired him.

Your back facing his chest, heat radiating under the blanket he’d hauled over the pair of you. You didn’t bat an eyelid when his hand snuck under your shirt, drawing little patterns with his finger tips on your skin. Tracing your spine and writing curse words with his nails, it tickled. It was soft and oh so soothing. He walked his fingers up your back, pretending as if his pointer and middle fingers were a persons legs. Getting closer and closer to the back of your neck and your head tilted back with a jolt. You turn around to face him, a look of playful annoyance plastered over your face but ruined with a smile when you were met with Eddie’s devious smirk.

He pouts, silently saying how he’ll make it up to you. He didn’t say that with words, but you knew. You and Eddie could almost read each other’s minds, it was a little scary. His fingers swoop over your back again, but this time slower and gentler. It was a barely there touch. His fingers felt featherlight as they grazed up and down your back, with both hands added now. Lifting your hand to cover your smile, a feeling of relaxation washed over you. Whilst whatever movie Robin had chosen seemed interesting, all you could think about and feel, was Eddie.

Before you knew it, you felt your throat let out a groan. A guttural moan, it was quiet and thankfully covered up by the background sound of the movie. But Eddie’s hands didn’t stop, they teased your sides, open palm rubbing up and down them. You squint your eyes shut tightly, but your brain is filled with thoughts. Thoughts of the night when the tension got too much for you, the night Eddie leant in and kissed you. He tasted of weed, you were both as high as a kite but the melody of his playing corroded coffin tape set the scene so well. He rubbed your sides just like this when you were sat on his lap last time. Only last time, he was inside you.

The burning desire in the pit of your stomach ached for more again. Rutting your body slowly across Eddie’s thigh, rolling your hips just like you did on his cock before. The feel of his denim clad thigh harsh against your clothed clit, you hide to bite your lip to hold back a moan. Eddie just felt so good. He definitely knew what you were doing, he began to bounce you on his thigh, slowly at first but picking up the pace when he felt your hands find their way to his. He rocks you, backwards and forwards, rubbing your clit against him. Pleasure washes over you completely, you’re blissed out. He begins to buck his hips beneath you, feeling his hard cock hit against your ass. You just wished he’d slide your panties aside and let you cock warm here right here, right now. He thrusts against you again, you wonder if he’s leaking in his boxers. You’d do anything to taste his pearlescent beads of cum, so you wriggle your ass in his lap. You get away with it too, pretending like you’re dancing to the music the movie is playing. Teasing him and feeling him grow harder and harder underneath you, letting him thrust against the small of your back.

Until he stops. Turns you to face him by his finger and thumb grasping your chin, “Not here, behave and you can have a special treat later.” He teases, not missing your eyes widening and the blush spread across your face at his words. After he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, you turn back and try to focus on the movie but your mind is elsewhere. It’s so fucking tedious, even if you weren’t distracted you’d find this movie boring, you make a mental note to joke about the plot holes of this film with Steve later, he definitely feels the same about Robin’s movie choices because he is in fact snoring into the pillow.

It all feels never ending, you’re so turned on and there’s nothing you can do but sit and wait, feeling Eddie’s cock deflate and turn soft underneath you. But after 40 excruciatingly long minutes when all you can feel is the throbbing between your thighs and the uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties, cold and wet against your pussy, the movie finishes.

The party clear up their mess and the guests leave, Nancy and Jonathan drive Steve home. Robin and Vickie walk back to Vickie’s parent’s house, a “slumber party” they had told them. Leaving you and Eddie, alone. You stand up for the first time in hours, stretching your arms above your head. Eddie’s arms clasp around your middle, and he pulls you back onto the couch, pinning your arms to the cushion.

Pointing at the now dampened and discoloured material of his jeans, “look at that. You soaked me through, princess. Your pussy drenched my thigh, in front of all of our friends. So dirty.” He cooed, his voice breathy and drowning in need. Eddie’s hand lets go of your wrists and begins to palm over his jeans, a tent shape that had been there for a while now. His pants looked tight, like the button was about to pop off and his cock spring out. “Had me so fucking hard for so long, now it’s time for your treat huh?”

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Hi lovely people who read my writing on the interwebs!!

Here is the plan for 2025:

• Fix my masterlist. That’s the first thing that needs to happen.

• Finally write something for my favourite marvel characters

• Write more fics that include more kinks that people shy away from. (Seriously send me kinks to write about!)

• Respond to my ao3 comments.

• Try my hardest to not be scared by the numbers on my screen. I have this fear that too many people have seen my writing and I am being judged.

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So I’m a fucking liar 🧍🏻‍♀️

Hello my lovely friends! Guess who’s writing tonight? It’s meeeeee!! Please send some requests to my ask box!

Requests must be:

- For Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds

- For Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Smut!!! I write most kinks, even the ones you’re scared of >:)

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I promise I’m getting to this!! I’ve just had a bad few days! So writing hasn’t been my priority, I’m going to try to get started tonight on some Sub!Spencer <33

Hello my lovely friends! Guess who’s writing tonight? It’s meeeeee!! Please send some requests to my ask box!

Requests must be:

- For Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds

- For Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Smut!!! I write most kinks, even the ones you’re scared of >:)

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hey hi, I'm so glad you reopened requests! I wanted to ask you for a story where the main character loves to hear Spencer talking about all his strange things, she never interrupts him and when someone from the team does, she says to keep going talk and she listens to him. She loves him so much that she has a notebook behind her where she writes down the facts that are interesting for her. One day Spencer takes it, leaves through it and notices that in addition to his facts there are also sexual descriptions or comments.

thank you so much

Hi sweetheart!!

I actually have a fic that’s very similar to that description! Which you can find here <3

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Hello my lovely friends! Guess who’s writing tonight? It’s meeeeee!! Please send some requests to my ask box!

Requests must be:

- For Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds

- For Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes (MCU)

- Smut!!! I write most kinks, even the ones you’re scared of >:)

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My ass belongs to him.

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hi! your masterlist link is not working :(

Hi! Yes I know, I changed my username not so long ago so it all went bleugh. I’m going to fix it soon I swear, I just haven’t had the time. In the meantime my ao3 is the same as my username here if you want to read any of my works that are in that master list!

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hotch waiting until the absolute last moment to tell someone that something is wrong while also being super casual about it.

hotch: *shakily sits down into one of the SUVs*

emily: you good?

hotch: *revealing a heavily bleeding bullet wound* yea i just dont wanna hit my head when i pass out

emily: omg how long have you had that??!

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hotch: * in the calmest voice not even looking away from the road* you have to pull over i’m going to throw up

morgan: *trying not to crash the car* what!!?

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penelope: hey hotch do you want another jelly?

hotch: no thanks garcia i’m actually allergic to strawberry

penelope: omg!! why didn’t you just not take it??

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rossi: how’s everything with you aaron?

hotch: great, i’ve gotten a bunch of paper work done, jess is coming over for dinner, im having a panic attack, ive been thinking about buying some new shoes

rossi: wait what did you say?

hotch: i’ve been thinking about buying new shoes?

rossi: no before that?

hotch: i’m having a panic attack?

rossi: omg aaron can’t you ask for help like a regular person??

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i love him <33333333

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Desperately needed to have this on my blog

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You caught him red handed last week. His hand turned into a fist and wrapped tightly around his cock, jerking over his length. His tip a shade of pink that somehow looked angry, needy, begging for more stimulation. You cleared your throat, standing in the corner of doorway; smirking down as the submissive man whose cock had decided that the exhibitionism of this situation was much too much to handle before he erupted. White ropes of cum spurting out of his tip, covering his soft belly with his arousal. You smirked at Spencer, evil intention in your pupils meeting with his flushed rosy creams and embarrassment.

“Oh Reid.” You mewl, a voice soft like silk and as sweet as cocoa on a snow day. He couldn’t handle the humiliation, scrambling to wipe his cum off of his skin, tossing a random shirt on over himself to his the evidence. Spencer dips his head into his hands, he knows he should never touch himself without your permission, let alone orgasm.

The following week, the scenery is slightly different. Your hand is pumping up and down his cock, in just the same furious, aggressive and animalistic fashion. The head of his cock just leaking with salty fluid, coating your hand as you jerk him. This time he was words on his tongue other than whimpers and sweet nothings to help himself get closer. “Please.. let me cum…” Reid cries, his face painted with an expression of desperation and annoyance. He thrusts his hips upwards, his dick fucking your fist until your hand fiddles with the rubber around the base of his cock. Teasing and trailing your fingers over on top of the cock ring, you giggled, happy with the punishment you had expertly given him. You nodded in response, but did no more to help him other than your continuous jerking. If he wanted to cum so badly, he could cum with the cock ring on, right?