#&team smut drabbles

[ejudollz]

idk why but i always feel like jo is the type to cover his whimpers in a pillow or his hand.

YOU GET IT NONNIE!!! he's very shy about letting his noises out i think, especially because he has a tendency to accidentally let out little sounds. he'd cover his mouth with the back of his hand at first but would sometimes fully put his hand over his mouth when he feels too good. he just gets so embarrassed when he's loud but he sounds so sooo cute when he is. sometimes when you have your hands moving over his length he'll hug a pillow and would end up stuffing his entire face in it when he gets overwhelmed or when he wants to quiet himself down. not only is he shy but i think he would also just have a thing for muffling himself. if you put your fingers in his mouth or if you gag him in some way he gets sooo 😖 he also would sometimes chew on his clothes if he can't use a pillow or if his hands are preoccupied. he just loves having his mouth doing something me thinks <3

[bunny-jpeg]

hi bunny! can i please have cream puffs with a side of tonic water served by max verstappen

thank you love you <33

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cream puffs ("let me finish inside.") + tonic water (age gap) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, team principal!max, team principal au, driver!reader, breeding/pregnancy, pool sex, age gap (20s/40s), unprotected sex, incorrect info about sex (!!)

maybe it was wrong for max verstappen to ogle at his new driver. maybe it wasn't the brightest ides to let her prance around the pool like an excited puppy. people would talk. it didn't help that you were wearing the loosest definition of a bikini, he swore that he saw of your nipples peek out of the top.

you were splashing and laughing the pool, kicking around and having the time of your life. all while max was trying to focus on an email he was writing. but that was hard, about as hard as his cock that strained in his swim trunks.

max prided himself on focus, and integrity. he was a strong drive of a good character. but with you all judgement was clouded.

"c'mon, mister verstappen. let's play mermaids." you said with excitement in your tone. max knew that closest pool you had growing up was the public one in your neighourhood. so to have one all to yourself for the afternoon left like a luxury. even with the large contract you had with verstappen racing, the smallest things excited you.

max assumed at this point in his career that he was used to luxury. he had enough money to start a racing team after years of racing. but, to you, this was all new and exciting. it made max want to spoil you.

max looked up from his phone, "i'm a little busy."

you sighed, you were up against the edge of the pool. he could picture your pretty breasts pressed against the tiles. you said, "it's off season, sir. stop being an over-worker an let's have some fun! all you do is work, work, work!"

"and what is your idea of fun?" he asked.

you looked adorable as you responded with, "mermaids!"

max couldn't argue with that. so his phone was soon left on the table before he took off his t-shirt and ended up in the pool with you in just his swim trunks. your swam over and wrapped your arms around him.

"see, isn't this fun?" you asked as you held him. max believed you were a temptress in disguise. a devil dressed like an angel.

he was in the water for you as you held onto him tightly. you were alluring in the most perfect way possible. he leaned in to kiss you with his hands on your hips. team principals didn't kiss their drivers, but with the high walls around the house. it was your little secret.

you giggled against the kiss, "sir!"

"you're teasing me, angel." he replied as he kissed you more. they got a little more heated as his grip on you tightened. you squirmed a little, but he held tightly onto you. he had kissed you before, usually in private. on the track he usually got his fix where he could.

"i just wanted to play in the water, sir." you pouted. you were a horrible actress, this was the least convincing performance you had done so far.

"i think you wanted more." he replied. he was hard in his trunks as he worked to get your bottoms off to give him easy access to your slick core. you whined and he beamed at you. he knew you so well.

he learned very early on how to read your expressions, your poker face was horrible. you wore everything on your face and on your sleeve. he knew you very well, more than he knew your teammate and other driver.

"mister verstappen." you moaned as he held you in the water.

he got his trunks off and rubbed his cock up against your pussy. it excited him. being in the warm water didn't help either. he said, "let me finish inside."

"but!"

he replied, "you can't get pregnant in a pool." and as a response you wrapped your legs around his waist and with a few tries he sank his cock inside of you. his size was impressive and it made you warm all over.

it felt like a slice of heaven. it felt like home, and it made you moan loudly.

you believed him, so you let him take you bare in the pool at his over priced house in monaco. your hands were in his short hair as he fucked up into you. even at close to double your age, he fucked like a young man. you yanked on his near blond hair and he groaned. just as he knew your body, you knew his. you knew that the famed max verstappen liked to have his hair pulled.

you moaned against one another, the kisses were hot and the noises got louder. you whimpered while he moaned against you. he loved the feeling, the intensity of your fucking. the thought of playing in the water was long forgotten as he moved against you. rutted up into you in a way that made you feel good all over. his face was against your breasts and he could feel your hard nipples through our bikini top.

your back arched with a heated want for the man inside of you. you yanked on his hair a little more as he bit your left nipple through the swimsuit which made your toes curled. he managed to mark you a your breasts a little in the areas that weren't covered by the bikini top. his groaned made you feel hotter.

"please, sir."

you felt amazing. you made a primal part of his brain sing with the idea of having you with him for a lifetime. he yearned for you, he wanted you in ways that only a lover could. to keep you as his. he was close to double your age, but he was deeply in love with you. a marvel on the track and in his arms. anyway he's have you. he's take it, even if it was unprotected sex in his pool.

you held onto him as you rolled your hips. you moaned louder and felt the pleasure course through you. down to your very core. your hadn't met a man like max before and you would never after. you panted heavily and max drank in the feeling. to have you like this, this was what heaven was.

"mister-"

"sh, sh, just call me max. just max, my angel." he said through a tense jaw as he picked up the pace. he wasn't going to last much longer. it wasn't long before you felt the grip of pleasure through you. the heightened feeling of his cock up inside of you. you came with a sharp moan that made max tense up. you always sounded so pretty on the edge of climax.

"please mister! miste-max!" you whined through orgasm and max kept his pace inside of you. your tightness around him almost made him choke on air. it all felt amazing.

"i got you, i got you." he promised. he'd always have you. you were his daring racer, the marvel of his team. his winner. with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you. fucking you without protection felt amazing.

he hoped he'd get the chance to finish inside of you again. he shuddered at the notion, your pretty pussy caked in his cum. he stopped his movements and held you in his arms.

you softly kissed him as he held you for a moment. when you pulled away, you cupped his face and asked, "i guess we're not playing in the pool today?"

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"adrian!" you chirped as you quickly got into the pool with your son, "you have to wait for me, you know mama can't move as fast as you right now." it was a little harder keeping up with a four year old in floaties while you were six months pregnant.

the little boy was a least smart enough to stay in the shallow end of the pool. max was barely outside when you were in the pool with adrian. he settled your things down while you splashed in the pool with the young boy.

max watched, keeping a keen eye on the both of you. he didn't want his little family getting into too much trouble in the pool. you were no longer his star driver, but you did upgrade to 'wife status'. you recently had gotten a job with formula two which made max happy. it was good to see his former superstar and current wife in demand in the racing field. even if you weren't a driver. your skills weren't being put to waste because you got pregnant a lot sooner than expected.

as you and adrian played in the water, you smiled at your husband. he waved to you and your smile grew. you remarked, "c'mon, honey, we're going to play mermaids." <3

[skyrigel]

Half my soul

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x twin!fem!Reader

Benjicot blackwood masterlist

“ You are betrothed to Cregan Stark, but your twin brother isn't happy about it, sulking and being rude — you finally confront him.” [ wc: 1.1k ]

.⁠｡✧Jealous and possesive behaviour, fluff, talks of eloping, angst, hand fiddling, soul mate talks, incest ( no sex but there's lot of obsessing and justification like ‘ we shared a womb dumbie, you belong with me’ jokes ) .⁠｡✧Please be kind to yourself xoxo !!! credits to @strangergraphics-archive for text dividor

Reblogs and comments are really appreciated :)

“ Aemond...Ae—” You ran with your dress dangling around your feet, rushing ahead with your footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

“ What ? ” Aemond snapped back, his hair whip lashing as he turned back to you, his mouth perched close to disadain.

“ You— why are you like this ? ” You narrowed your gaze at him, he leaned back, straightening up to his full length.

“ Like what ? ” He asked, tapping his feet on the floor, you could have punched him for his nonchalance.

“ Like mean.” You supplied, “ I can't help but notice it, you aren't like..like this Aem, this—” you vaguely gestured the whole of him, “ I don't like this.”

Aemond stopped his tapping, eyeing you, no he was devouring you with the way his intensity deepened, before he cleared his throat.

“ You're mistaken, sister.”

You scoffed on that, crossing your arms against your chest.

“ Are we done ? Because I have things to do.”

“ No.” You said simply.

“ No ? ” He huffed, mouth tightening in a scowl, arching back his brows.

“ Come with me, to my chambers.” you offered, before he could refuse, you held his hand and dragged him face first.

“ I have some—” He was walking behind you, making whiny faces that you no longer had to see to know, you could feel him, he was your brother, your blood, half your soul.

“ No, you are just going to sulk in a corner or indulge in some not so fancy buisness.”

“ you mean the silk street ? ” He suggested and you merely bristled at the mention, it was common amongst men, especially men of court and it shouldn't bother you if your brother is spending time with some whore in exchange for gold. But he's your brother, he belongs to you first and no else.

You shared a womb for seven heaven's sake he was yours first, out of all, his time and company was yours to enjoy. It was your right, always have been.

“ You never learnt how to talk to a lady.”

You turned back to him, as both of you entered your bed chambers.

You settled on the couch with a little ‘oomp’ as he watched you, these days he either watched you or sulked at you and sometimes both.

“ Ofcourse...” He bristled, sitting across from you, “ You already like that stark.”

“ Cregan Stark.” You raised a brow.

Aemond looked away with an eye roll, fiddling with his rings, his slender pretty fingers, you frowned but he took no notice of your concern, sighing you took his hand in yours, calming his nerves down.

“ You don't like him ? ” You meant it as a question but Aemond already looked like he had made a point. He had stopped fiddling, letting you take half his misery—half his pain.

“ I don't need to.” He said, what he felt like a very neutral tone but reeked of malice, “ You are betrothed to him, you like him ! ” He raised his voice in accusation, you couldn't bear that, no, Cregan Stark was an amazing man, a true lord but he's no-one when it came to your brother, your Aemond.

“ But you're my brother, your opinion matters to me.” You leaned, bringing his hand to your lap, fingers entwinng like they were made for each other, because they were —moulded by the old gods and new, ofcourse they would be, He's your blood, your brother, your soulmate.

Something flickered in his eye, the one not covered in his patch, something so close as hope, blazing like fire that ran in his blood.

“If I don't like him then you won't marry him ? ”

You could have laughed, could have hung your head and shaked him because no, ofcourse there was no way out of this marriage, it was your duty towards your family but Aemond was your first family, and if something could make him happy then so be it.

“ I don't think mother will let me see the sun if I denied.” You said, because it was true, He almost winced, “ But I could elope away.”

“ Alone ? ” He asked, now getting cosy as he rested his head on your shoulder, letting his hair prick you on your arm where you cradled his wrist, making small cosmic stars.

“ No Idiot, I was thinking of taking vhagar and you.”

“ Oh.” He said, so sweet that your heart melted, this was your Aemond and not the one who scowled and turned away from you, but this, sweet boy who's your brother, who loves you the most.

“ How far we could go ? ” You asked him, tilting your head to his side, your nose taking his scent.

“ To the world's end.” He said in your shoulder, his voices rippling like waves inside you. You chuckled softly, kissing his forehead.

“ I missed this.” you told him, “ I missed us.”

Aemond pulled back, worrying his jaw but saying nothing, he withdrew his hand to undone the patch on his eye, his blue eye shining at you. You smiled at him.

“ I don't know what I would when you will be gone.” His mouth moved, his lips soft as petals, how many nights you had kissed him goodnight until he stopped coming. Aemond was very soft like his throat would collapse were he any loud.

But you would know him anywhere, just the way his mouth moved or the way he took his breath, you would know him.

“ North isn't so far, is it ? ”

“ It is.” Aemond shaked his head, softening because how could he not, “come here.”

He cupped your face, pulling you closer till your forehead rested against his. You closed your eyes just like him, letting your souls connect in their mist

“ You can come and meet me, we can go around riding vhagar, they say north is beautiful.”

“Just snow.” He hummed, his breath on your cheek, warm and slick.

“I love you.” you whispered, opening your eyes and he was already looking at you, breath drawn in.

“I love you more.” He said, kissing the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzled in your face for some moments, making the moment stop.

“It's going to be okay.” you smiled, smearing your thumb across his cheek and he pulled you until you were on his lap.

“It will be.” He sniffed in your sweet hair, wrapping his arms around your whole body like he wouldn't let you go and he wouldn't.

You were half his soul, there was no one else you could belong but him, all his, only his.

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[2-dsimp]

Who would baby trap mc? Asking for science.

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『Featuring Babytrapping with the Hitman Team』

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI! Fem reader! Baby trapping,

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Would Babytrap you intentionally

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Bjorn the Strategist: As the strategist of the team it’d only be fitting for him to intentionally plan. On knocking you up to make sure you’ll forever be inclined to stay with him. But only after doing some intensive research about child rearing and pregnancy. So he’s able to provide you with everything you may need and ensure that both you and his child are safe and sound.

Yujin the hacker: he’d be upfront with you on his plans of knocking you up. With a childish grin on his face, the hacker will straight up tell you that he’s going to get you pregnant. So that he can finally get a tasteful of your breast milk. His openness would dupe you into thinking he was joking since Yujin’s always been a prankster at times. So really you can’t blame him if he did exceed in doing exactly as he told. since he made sure to give you a prior notice ahead of time.

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Would Babytrap you unintentionally

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Ossian the sniper: don’t get me wrong he loves you dearly. So much in fact that in his sleep. He’ll go as far as to make sure you feel how deep his love for you goes until you’re filled up like a cream puff. The funny part is that when you’re holding up a positive pregnancy test in Ossian’s face he’d think he was dreaming. And would promptly wish aloud that he’d never wake up. Since the dream of having a family with you would make him feel as if he’s floating on cloud nine.

Vincent the Enforcer: would be so wrapped up in how good you felt going in raw. That he’d completely forget to pull out, and would mutter apologies underneath his breath. Whilst continuing to bust his thick spurts of jizz inside your squelching cunt. Saying how he can’t help himself and promising with butterfly kisses. Against your neck that he’d be a good daddy and take care of both you and the baby.

Danny the boss: this otaku cannot cope with how turned on you make him feel on a daily basis. He’d be so desperate to have more of you, to get balls deep inside. That place he calls heaven in between those thighs of yours. To the point of where his fat tip would break through the condom and make him nut prematurely inside you. From instantly being exposed to your depths. After Seeing the positive pregnancy test, Danny would faint like a damsel in distress. Due to an extensive nosebleed at the mere vision he had of you having baby bump. His baby bump

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Wouldn’t try to Baby trap you.

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Moros the Torturer: would never try to baby trap his sunshine. He’d want to make sure of having kids is what you’d so desire. So if you want kids you’ll have to reassure Moros constantly that you’d want to have a family with him. Since he’d hate to do anything that would cause you any kind of harm or discomfort. He knows that pregnancy can affect you long term and is well versed in the risks. So he’d never put your wellbeing in jeopardy despite how he truly yearns for a big family.

Koji the medic: is meticulous when it comes to sex, he’ll make sure that no happy accidents. will happen under his watch since he doesn’t particularly like to idea of having kids. Nor does he plan to entertain the idea of losing his dearest nurse to birthing a parasite. If push comes to shove he’ll definitely choose to toss the whole kid away than to ever risk lose his darling.

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 4*̥˚✧

a/n: haven't done one of these in a while, so here you go!

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heardcover hearts by @missarchive

nsfw alphabet by @minswriting

late night swim by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

late night confessions by @springtyme

in the blink of a lense by @alsofoundinpeas (literally the coolest blogname)

cherry stems by @luveline

cum in pants by @minswriting

@ entersandman by @misserabella ✨ @ entersandman 2

with the lights off by @darkmatilda

The enormity of my desire (disgusts me) by @vatelixx

my little vampire by @badathumanemotions

angel by @incognit0slut

on camera by -//-

over the edge by @foxy-eva

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

girls night by @miedei

sobriquet by @siriuslylantsov

wedding day by @luveline

cupids chokehold by @martiniblues

realisations by @justawhitebloodcell01

seen with who? by @ladigube

intimidation by @multifandom-exe

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i have more than enough by @parfaitblogs

sunday mornings by @sp6ncers

in eternal lines by @notlongtolove

orange by @spxfav

clingy by @ddejavvu

waiting for the day to end by @godsfavdarling

warm ebrace by @foxy-eva ✨

bambi by @nereidprinc3ss

water under the bridge by @reidmarieprentiss

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[samuelsdean]

Stay With Me

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary:  "you’ve been shot countless times, huh?” “that sounded a bit more reassuring in my head.”

genre: angst & fluff

word count: 1.1k

author's notes: almost a year of no writing, but i'm finally home (i posted a new fic)! it's been one hectic year for me. uni was crazy & i started my clinical rotations. plus, i did my thesis & it even got a distinction mark so i'll be presenting it at a research congress pretty soon (yay!). with that, i'm really sorry for ghosting ao3 & tumblr. i couldn't find the time to insert it in between uni & breaking down lol. anyway, i'll be posting a lot more while i'm on break. i hope you'll enjoy reading my first fic after a year of zzz. have fun!

YOU CAN HEAR SIRENS AND PEOPLE SHOUTING.

They say when you are knocking on death’s door, hearing is the last of your senses you will lose. If you’re dying, you don’t know it. Nothing makes sense at the moment. It’s all just blurry hues of blues and reds and shouting—Stay with me—the smell of something metallic. The only thing you’re sure of right now is that your head hurts and it seemed like a van ran right through you with how achy your body feels right now. 

Who’s  that? You mused. Why are they yelling at me?  I’m  right here. You turned your head slightly and tried to open your eyes.

It’s quite the task.

“T-That’s it,” The person, whom you think was yelling at you, said. “Stay with me, Y/N. Don’t close your eyes.”

You groaned and gripped the person's hand tightly as if to stand up, but you couldn't. Everything ached. And the person holding you, just kept on talking, their voice a low murmur at first. But even through the haze of pain, it was starting to sound familiar. You recognized that dulcet tone, the rich, smooth sound that could captivate your attention with random facts or lull you to sleep with equal ease.

The voice, you realized with a flicker of a smile, belonged to Spencer, its familiar cadence a warm current cutting through the blossoming pain.

“Reid?” You croaked.

Your throat’s dryer than any other desert in existence right now. And you sound worse than you look—you think—you don’t know for sure, except the fact that you can’t move much.

“It’s me,” Spencer chuckled while sniffling. “I’m right here.”

“What’s going on?”

Even through the haze of pain, a new wave of discomfort bloomed in your shoulder, sharp and insistent. Before you could react and get up, Spencer's hand tightened on yours, his voice laced with a tremor you'd never heard before. "Don't move, Y/N. You've been shot."

He applied pressure on your wound—which you just noticed. The pain hit you in a delayed wave, a white-hot stab that stole your breath. You hissed a weak sound that did little to mask the spike in your heart rate. 

"Stop moving or you're gonna bleed out even more!" Spencer's voice, usually so calm and collected, was laced with a raw panic you'd never heard before.

"Easy there, tiger," you tried to joke, your voice raspy. "I've been through worse. I’ve been shot countless times. W-why are you so worried?"

The question came out in a shaky whisper, the concern evident in his voice a stark contrast to the usual intellectual debates you shared.

Spencer's grip tightened, momentarily cutting off your circulation. "Because you could have died, Y/N!" he snapped, his voice cracking with a choked sob. "You… you were…"

He trailed off, unable to put into words the terrifying image that had flashed before him when he saw you collapse, after hearing the sound of a bullet whizzing by and hitting you.

The sight of your vulnerability stripped away his usual composure, leaving a raw fear he couldn't conceal. It took him a moment to regain his composure, his voice softening as he continued, "You shouldn't be so glib about this. It was a nasty shot, close to a major artery."

Despite the pain, a warmth bloomed in your chest. You'd never seen Spencer like this, so shaken and afraid.

"Okay," you murmured, forcing a weak snicker. “I’m sorry. For what it’s worth,��at least I got you to patch me up, right, Dr.Reid?"

A ghost of a smile glinted across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hold still," he mumbled, amused but also bothered at your dreadful timing for jokes. He applied pressure more gently this time. "You’ve been shot countless times, huh?”

“That sounded a bit more reassuring in my head” You quipped. 

A bit lightheaded from the pain, you clutched Spencer’s hand. The shriek of approaching sirens and the glare of headlights cut through the haze. You struggled to focus on the lifeline thrown in a storm of confusion.

"They're here," Spencer said, his voice tight. A sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual cool composure.

"About time," you rasped, trying to lighten the mood. The effort cost you a fresh wave of dizziness, the world tilting slightly on its axis.

To which, Spencer shot you a look that was half-annoyed, half-worried. "Don't try to be a hero. You're losing a lot of blood. Any movement can dislodge the clot forming in your wound, renewing the bleeding. So, stop moving!"

"Just keeping things interesting," you mumbled, the words slurring slightly. “Wouldn’t want my last moments here on earth to be so grim…”

Spencer's jaw clenched for a moment, then he sighed, the sound heavy with relief. "You always were a pain," He muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You’re  going to be okay, he thought.

The sirens reached a fever pitch, pulling up right beside you. A flurry of activity erupted as paramedics swarmed, the rest of the team trying to make sure you were tended to and that you were going to be okay, their movements a bit panicked but practiced, and efficient. Relief washed over you, a sweet wave that threatened to pull you under. 

"Hold on, Y/N," Spencer said, his voice desperate despite the composure of his words. He kept his hand pressed firmly on your wound, his touch a grounding anchor in the chaos. “Help is here. Everyone’s here. Just… stay with me, okay?"

"Going somewhere," you slurred, your eyelids drooping.

"No, you're not," he said fiercely, his voice barely a whisper above the shouts of the paramedics. "You're coming with us."

You coughed a sharp rasp that sent a jolt of pain through your shoulder. "Stats say shoulder wounds aren't usually fatal," you wheezed, trying to distract yourself from the ache.

Spencer's hand stilled for a moment, looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. "What?"

"Yeah," you continued, your voice weak but persistent. "L-look, I get it, you're scared. But statistically, shoulder wounds aren't as serious..." Your voice trailed off as a wave of nausea washed over you.

"Maybe you shouldn't be reciting medical statistics right now," Spencer said sharply, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“S-shouldn’t that be my line, boy genius?” You continued to joke, as the world dissolved into a scramble of flashing lights and blurry faces.

The last thing you registered was the feel of Spencer's hand tightening around yours, his touch a silent promise that resonated louder than any siren.

[zvdvdlvr]

spencer reid has a soulmate :)

Head up, nose clean. You repeated the phrase as you stepped out of the elevator, excited for your new internship at the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico.

You were 23, intellectually gifted, and quiet as all get-out. Because of how used to being alone you were, you assumed that the scientific community’s ‘groundbreaking proof’ of soulmates was completely absurd.

Almost everyone found their soulmate at 20-21, going and and clubbing or just going shopping. You knew that part of the reason you didn’t know your soulmate (or even knew if you had one) was because you didn’t look at people. You watched their movements and body language, you just didn’t look strangers in the eye.

That’s how you knew that there were a group of people watching you as you walked up the stairs to your employer’s office.

“Agent Hotchner?” You asked, knocking gently on the door.

The tall, dark-haired man stood up. “Sit, please.” You sat in the chair he gestured too after shaking his hand. “Yet again, I have to remind you that the things we see daily are not for weak stomached people. Our presence has been requested in Wisconsin, and we’re set to have a meeting in,” Hotch looked at his watch. “Twenty seconds. I understand that this is your first day, but from what I’ve seen from you, you are more than capable of fieldwork. Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Good. You have your concealed carry license?”

You stood up and nodded. “When I was 21.”

“Good. Let’s get you introduced to the rest of the team.”

You remembered Rossi from when he personally requested to meet you one-on-one. He had wanted to have a… pleasant conversation with you. You understood why he wanted to check your morals.

Emily Prentiss smiled brightly at you even though she was clearly taken aback at your presence. Derek Morgan shook your hand and gave you a smile. Penelope Garcia was a ball of energy who pulled you into a tight hug, fussing over you like an older sister. She had a gorgeous smile. Jennifer Jareau was as polite as ever, shaking your hand and greeting you politely but something in her gaze you figured she might be happy to have a fresh face with new ideas.

“Where’s Reid?” Derek asked, looking around the table.

Jennifer shrugged. “Late. We’ll fill him in on the plane. Anyway…” the gorgeous immediately started to inform of you the kidnapping and killings of five men. They were all shot and killed in their homes with no signs of forced entry.

About two minutes in the discussion, the door swung open. You assumed the man was ‘Reid’. He shrugged of his bag and didn’t look up at until Jennifer kept going.

“Any sign of robbery? Anything missing?” Derek asked right after J.J. finished. You opened your own file, seeing the pictures closer. You couldn’t see the color of blood, but you could tell that the crime scene was clean. The only blood stemmed from the bullet to the head.

“No. The families of the victims said that nothing looked out of place or missing.”

Emily furrowed her eyebrows. “There was no other physical harm besides the cause of death? That’s bizarre.”

J.J. nodded.

“Could be a woman. Women are known for their aversion to ‘trophies’ or items they take from their victims. Maybe a prostitute… not many men would open their doors to women unless, for, you know,” you explained.

Silence fell over the room and you looked down. Clearly you had said something. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“No, no, you’re right,” the late areival says, thumbing through his file. “There are no signs of rage or remorse and women are known for their emotional detachment or rage killings. All victims have a history of violence and sexual assult. This ccould very well be a woman trying to exact revenge. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner,” Reid rambles, nodding as he pieces the puzzles together. “Sorry, what did you say your name wa…” he trails off, looking you in the eye.

Your mouth falls open as the world seems to erupt in the different black and grey hues of fire. Except this time you actually see the color. Your eyes are locked on Reid’s, disbelief painted all over your face.

“Y/n,” you whisper, eyes flickering to his rich brown hair, light pink lips, saucer-wide eyes, and heaving chest.

“Hello, soulmate. I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

[miley1442111]

office couch- a.hotchner

a/n: ok so this is my first smut, it's probably shit but like... whatever. idk if i'll keep doing this, it was mostly because my friend told me to attempt writing smut but the entire time i was writing it felt so dumb and silly so idk.

intended for fem reader, but imagine what you like:)))))))))

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau reader

warnings: nsfw 18+ under the cut

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“You’re doing so well,” he groaned in your ear. “So good for me.”

This had been going on for hours, Aaron pummeling into you at a speed and force previously unknown to man. At least, that’s what it felt like. 

“Aaron!” you moaned into his ear. He had you on your back on the couch of his office. His tall body dwarfed yours beneath him as he rocked his hips into yours. 

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispered breathlessly. “We don’t want everyone hearing, do we?”

You shook your head violently, as you clamped down on him once again, feeling closer to your peak than ever before. You muffled your moans behind your clenched teeth and a hand you smacked over your mouth, more afraid of Aaron pulling away and leaving you unsatisfied than how much it would hurt. 

“Good girl,” he smirked, placing kisses on your bruised neck and exposed chest. This was so dirty. Office sex? Really? 

But, it had been late and you were both really tired. It was meant to just be cuddling on his couch as he finished up reports, but it quickly turned into him on top of you with the blind pulled and the door locked. Your work-appropriate blouse had been almost fully opened, your bottom half bare. Aaron was shirtless with his trousers and boxers down at his knees as he fucked you. God, it might’ve been wrong but it felt so good. 

“So good for me,” he whimpered, getting closer and closer to his peak. “So beautiful, my beautiful girl,” he groaned against your skin. “‘Love you s’much.” 

 His kisses were leaving even more marks but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was making you feel this good. His finger circling where you needed him most, him inside you, you were euphoric as you came around his cock, a probably- too- loud moan leaving your lips, Aaron came seconds after, pulling out and squirting ropes of his cum all over your blouse and his stomach. 

“Fuck baby,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

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[23victoria]

a christmas fairytale!

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synopsis: 𝓵𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼!

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The snow was lightly falling outside your bedroom window, tiny flurries caught in the pale glow of the streetlights. You had been absentmindedly sipping on your tea, the warmth a small comfort as you thought back to childhood memories of Christmas mornings. It had been years since you’d had a true white Christmas—so long, in fact, you could barely remember the last one. You’d sighed, mentioning this casually to Lewis a few days ago while you both were curled up on the couch.

“I’ve always wanted to experience a white Christmas again,” you’d said softly. “It just feels magical, you know? Like something out of a storybook.”

Lewis had nodded at the time, pulling you closer into his chest and murmuring something about making sure you’d get your Christmas miracle someday. You hadn’t thought much about it since then, figuring it was just another fleeting conversation.

So when Lewis walked into your shared bedroom late one evening, an excited sparkle in his eye and an air of mystery surrounding him, you had no idea what was coming.

“Pack your things,” he said, his grin infectious.

You blinked, lowering your mug. “What? Why? Where are we going?”

He chuckled, crossing the room to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Just trust me, yeah? We’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow morning.”

“Lewis—what? A flight?” You stared at him, your mind already racing. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see,” he teased, that mischievous glint in his eye making your heart flutter. “Just pack warm. And don’t worry about anything else—your self-care stuff is already sorted.”

You couldn’t argue with that. The next morning, you found yourself seated next to him on a private flight, still trying to piece together what was happening. Lewis, of course, was playing it cool, flipping through a magazine like he wasn’t hiding the world’s best-kept secret.

“Lewis,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “What did you do?”

He glanced up, that cheeky smile making an appearance again. “You’ll see, love. Patience.”

You huffed but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He had a way of making everything feel exciting, even when you didn’t know what was happening. The flight was smooth, and soon enough, you were landing in a place that seemed straight out of a winter wonderland.

As you stepped off the plane and into the crisp, snowy air, your jaw dropped. Towering pine trees dusted with fresh snow surrounded the small airport, the mountains in the distance gleaming under the winter sun. You turned to Lewis, eyes wide.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, your breath visible in the cold air.

He grinned, shrugging nonchalantly. “We’re not even at the place yet.”

A squeal escaped you as you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. “You’re amazing! I can’t believe this!”

He laughed, spinning you around once before setting you down. “Just wait, love. This is only the beginning.”

The drive to your destination was nothing short of magical. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scenery—the way the snow blanketed everything in sight, the way the sunlight glinted off the icy rivers. Lewis kept glancing at you, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips every time he caught you marveling at the view.

Finally, you arrived at the cabin. And by “cabin,” it was more of a luxurious winter retreat. The sprawling wooden structure was nestled in a clearing, smoke curling from the chimney, and fairy lights twinkling along the roofline. You stepped out of the car, your breath catching in your throat.

“Holy moly,” you whispered. “You booked us a cabin?”

Lewis stepped beside you, slipping his arm around your waist. “Actually,” he said, his tone casual but his smile knowing, “I bought it.”

Your head whipped around to look at him. “What? You bought it?”

“Well, I figured if we’re going to make this a tradition, we’d need a place to call our own.” His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “What do you think?”

You stared at him, your heart swelling to the point of bursting. “You’re crazy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Crazy for you,” he countered, his voice soft and teasing.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to kiss him deeply. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my girl,” he murmured against your lips.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of Christmas magic. Lewis had planned everything to perfection. One morning, you went skiing, and though you weren’t the most graceful on the slopes, Lewis was right there with you, laughing and cheering you on.

“Okay, okay,” he said, helping you back up after yet another tumble. “Maybe skiing isn’t your thing, but you look adorable trying.”

You playfully shoved him, but his laugh was infectious, and soon you were both laughing so hard you could barely stand.

Later, you built a snowman together in the clearing behind the cabin. Lewis insisted on giving it a racing helmet, made from a spare beanie and some sticks.

“He’s got to represent,” Lewis said, standing back to admire your handiwork.

The snowball fight that followed was chaotic and full of laughter. You squealed as Lewis tackled you into a snowbank, his grin triumphant as he pinned you down.

“Say mercy,” he teased, holding a snowball over your head.

“Never!” you shot back, grabbing a handful of snow and smushing it into his face. He let out a dramatic gasp before bursting into laughter, pulling you close and rolling onto his back, both of you lying in the snow, breathless and happy.

You visited the nearby town, taking pictures by the massive Christmas tree in the town square. The twinkling lights and festive decorations made everything feel even more magical. That evening, you attended a Christmas show, the local performers putting on a charming play that had you both laughing and applauding.

Decorating the tree in the cabin became one of your favorite moments. Lewis had brought ornaments, each one carefully chosen to reflect something meaningful in your relationship—a tiny racing car, a globe for your travels, a music note for your shared love of music. By the time the tree was finished, it felt like a piece of your heart was glowing right there in the living room.

“This is perfect,” you said, standing back to admire it.

“You’re perfect,” Lewis replied, pulling you into his arms.

The final evening, after a beautiful dinner at a nearby restaurant, you walked hand-in-hand up the snow-dusted driveway to the cabin. Lewis looked dashing in his slacks and button-up shirt, and you felt like a queen in your long red dress and heels.

“This has been so beautiful,” you said, your voice soft as you gazed up at the starry sky. “I wish my family could experience this.”

Lewis smiled, his expression unreadable. “I know,” he said simply.

When you opened the cabin door, the sight that greeted you made you freeze in your tracks. There, standing in the warm glow of the living room, were your family and his, all smiling and waiting for you.

Your hands flew to your mouth as tears filled your eyes. “Oh my God!” you cried, rushing forward to hug them. “It’s so good to see you all!”

You turned to Lewis, ready to thank him, but the words died in your throat when you saw him down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hands. Your breath hitched, your hands flying to cover your mouth again.

“Lewis…” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “Y/N, you’ve made my life brighter in ways I never thought possible. Every moment with you is a gift, and I can’t imagine spending another day without you by my side. You are my heart, my home, my everything. So, Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

You were already nodding before he even finished, your voice breaking as you said, “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you threw your arms around him, kissing him deeply as your family cheered. When you finally pulled back, you whispered, “I’m so grateful for you. I love you so much. Thank you for everything.”

He smiled, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you too, my love. Anything for you.”

And as you stood there, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew this was a Christmas you’d never forget.

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[ejudollz]

hello there user ejudollz i have a thought i need to share

i feel like when fuma gets close to orgasm he moans like a BITCH, he usually just lets out groans or softer moans but when hes getting close he just lets himself go completely and its so cute and hot and perfect and i love him so much

hi nonnieeee <3

fuma isn't at all afraid to show how he's feeling. honestly i think he'd be one of the most vocal members, especially when he gets close to cumming like you said. he'd sound like a whimpering dog, especially when he's deep inside of you after so long of being away from you :(( he holds himself together pretty well at first, grunting and groaning under his breath but he eventually just gets all lightheaded and fully let's himself feel good and let all of his noises out. his moans would have a slight rasp to them and he would sound so so desperate as well <3

[bunny-jpeg]

team principal!max verstappen - he really did take a shining to his new driver. verstappen racing needed all the driving power it could get and max had to take a few risks. when he saw you cross the track, not even twenty-five yet. he saw the championship in your eyes.

"want to make a deal?" "a deal, sir. i'm a driver not a prostitute." "no, no. you're far too talented to do those kinds of tricks." max's finger dragged down your wrist, "how do you feel about becoming a formula one driver?" only an idiot would've said no.

you became his star, his champion. more trophies than stars in the monaco night sky. as he clinked glasses with you over a stellar season. you mirrored your mentor. you raced the way we did, was sarcastic the way he was. there were even side-by-side photos of how you stood. you broke his records and did it with a bright smile.

but even at the top. you craved more. and while you carried max's advice in your back pocket. you wanted more than pats on the shoulder and sound guidance. in a way it meant tugging on the man's jealousy. encourage thoughts of you that were lewd. what started as sly touches and lingering stares eventually turned into max kissing you in the middle of the garage after another successful weekend. and when he held you face and looked into your eyes. you knew that you had him.

but, you didn't realize that max wasn't letting you go anytime soon. your shadow in the paddock, the voice in your ear as you drove. he left you little time to form any romantic connections. "you wanted to be the best." he held you by the chin to make you look at him, "winners don't take short cuts." and you nodded at him. max wondered as he held you chin, how red he could make you lips once he finished biting at them. he couldn't leave your neck covered in hickies, but he could leave your lips red and swollen. even in the off season you were close to him. often at his apartment in monaco, there he could be a little more forthcoming with his affection. blinds drawn to keep out the afternoon light as his eagerly ate you out. his hands on your thighs, applying enough pressure to keep you in his grasp.

there were more than enough rumors circulating around you and max. you tried to distance yourself as a result, fearing what others thought of you. but max only brought you in closer. "who cares what they think." he purred, "they're just jealous. you have the skills, the team, the team principal. they're envious that they'll never accomplish as much as you." then pulled you in a little closer to kiss the top of your head. a promise that you'd never squirm out of his grasp, there was a reason why in your contract there wasn't a way to get out of it for at least five years. after that time max had bigger plans for you.

you knew you should be worried. but you were blinded by the glory. the victories, the trophies, the money. the pouring of champagne and the world knowing your name. you owed everything to max. the one who plucked you out of obscurity and into the dazzling lights of formula one. but when you were in his apartment, dressed in just his t-shirt and panties as he made you dinner after a tumble in the sheets. you could feel the bites on your thighs and stomach, the ache in your knees and back from when you rode him. when you were alone with him outside the track, the worry set in.

max's words hung in your mind, "there's no need to worry, my prize.", it was simply an accident that there was a hole in your team shirt. max happily gave you his! don't look too closely at the shape of the hole and don't start wondering if it was a pair of scissors that did it. it was simply a mix up in the computer that your last name on your paddock pass was 'verstappen', the intern who put in all the information must've clicked the wrong thing! (even though you knew it was max who sent over all your details at the beginning of the season). and definitely don't worry about what happened to that mechanic from ferrari who had a habit of coming over to talk with you. as your team principal, max will ensure that you're taken care of. right now you need to think about the qualifiers and the races!

"thank you so much, mrs. verstappen." a pa chirped before one of the races and you felt a cold shiver run through you.

it was only warmed when max placed his hand on your lower back. he chuckled, "does sound nice, doesn't it? mrs. verstappen." he smiled at you and you swallowed.

you feared that maybe, just maybe, you got in over your head.

[blackdollette]

"tearing around in my fucking nightgown." | s. reid

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but i have it. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: you were hardly at fault. spencer had taken a late shift, and you needed to settle your nerves somehow...

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.2k

contents: spencer takes the late shift at work, masturbation, cunnilingus (flashback), no proofread

you had been tossing and turning in your disheveled bedsheets for minutes that seemed like hours.

your hair laid in a scruffy mess on your head, your silk nightgown clinging to your flesh in an awkward fashion. it was a few minutes past midnight, and because of spencer’s absence, you were beginning to lose your mind. you were somehow sweaty in the bedroom that was always just a touch too chilly, a sticky film coating your skin.

you rolled over once again with a groan, wishing that spencer hadn’t taken the night shift. you couldn’t see anything in the blackness of the bedroom, with the exception of the sparse streaks of moonlight that seeped in from the window and the monotonous flicker of the time that flickered on the small digital clock beside you, seeming to be mocking the same sensation that played in your mind.

you’d gotten so used to the feeling of spencer’s big arms cradling you to keep you warm during the night. you longed to feel his body pressing up against yours as he shifted and mumbled in response to whatever he was dreaming about.

you tossed in the sheets, stretching out your arm to grab your phone off the bedside table. honestly, you were surprised that you were able to keep yourself together for so long. you thought you were going to crack hours ago. you scrolled down your call list, landing on the name titled with a heart symbol. you clicked the call button and waited for the recipient to pick up.

the phone rang once, twice, and many more times until you went to voicemail. frustration began to coil in your gut as you tried to call back, each time resulting in the same outcome. you couldn’t begin to explain this pathetic feeling of hopelessness and desperation that had overtaken you. 

you mindlessly scrolled through your old messages with him, missing him more than anything. you sat up in the bed holding your knees to your chest as you reread your texts with him. a smile tugged at your lips each time he said something corny in response to something provocative that you said. 

you stumbled upon an image that he had sent you from his office. he had positioned the camera from a higher angle, capturing his leaned-back position and a sneaky hand that pulled the waistband of his trousers down just enough to give you a sneak peek of his boxer briefs. he had a cheeky little grin on his face, his fluffy hair falling in perfect tufts over his forehead. the picture seemed to be crafted by the gods, from the lighting to the slight surge of lust it filled you with. it was perfection.

you felt a familiar heat pooling in your core as the image filled your head. your breath hitched as hunger began to fill the empty void in your mind. a switch flipped inside of you quickly and your hand had already found its way to your lacy panties.

you were almost surprised at how needy you had gotten so quickly. you were practically clawing at the skimpy material of your nightgown. 

your mind was flickering with images of him and you on your most intimate nights. him having you lying on your back as he pumped two fingers in and out of you, his soft words as smooth and sweet as honey…

“y-yeah, right there, spence…” you whimpered out as his slightly calloused fingertips brushed against your cervix. “oh yeah..? well… how does this feel..?” he began to curl his fingers ever so slightly, making your breath hitch as he rubbed slow circles onto your puffy clit. you rolled your hips against his hand, eager to feel him in every part of you. the simple act brought a smile onto his face, letting him know that he was doing something right.

he pressed his fingers against your bladder, making your whole body jerk. startled, he chuckled. “how does that feel?” you tried to formulate audible speech, but he began to pick up the pace, taking pleasure in the way you drooled and stammered. your pussy mimicked the lewd noises of your lips, the sticky sounds of your cunt almost too good to be true. “yeah… listen to that, baby…”

your fluids of arousal dripped along his fingers, trailing down his veiny hands. the folds of your pussy fluttered around him, greedily swallowing his digits. you pressed your legs together as that unmistakable band began to tighten in your stomach, but he pushed your legs open, letting his hand rest on your inner thigh. “c’mon, baby. i’m not done with you yet…” 

you were falling apart, the rapid beating of your heart syncing with the way your cunt pulsated. a stupid little grin was plastered on spencer’s face the entire time. he loved the way he could make you go dumb for him, the way you turned into silly putty with a few pumps of his fingers. the inside of your sticky walls felt like velvety silk around his fingers. 

he couldn’t take his eyes off of your puffy lips and tear-glazed eyes. to him, there was no greater pleasure than making you feel on top of the world. 

you bit your lip hard, the iron tang of blood filling your mouth as he connected his lips to your cunt just as your orgasm was on the way. he flicked his tongue on your swollen pearl, mumbling mindless praises into your core. 

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and fingers. he grabbed a handful of his hair, grinding your hips against his face. he groaned deeply into your body. “t-that’s it, honey… use me…” you shuddered each time he swirled his wet tongue across your folds.

the weaker you became, the faster he went. the room filled with the hungry sounds of the base of his hand slapping against the entrance of your hole as he fingered you at lightning speed. his chest heaved up and down, your overstimulated moans becoming louder. “o-oh my gosh, spence… i-i… i can’t take anymore..!”

his mouth was already filling with the delicious taste of your cum, but he wanted to maximize your orgasm to its fullest. he dug into you, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he buried his face into your body, not even taking a second to breathe. his tongue hungrily ran up and down your slit, making the band in your stomach snap. “s-spencer, i’m cumming..!”

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you snapped back to reality from the feeling of your body convulsing around your fingers. you panted rapidly, looking down and seeing the wet, sticky mess that you created all over the bedsheets. beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you looked around the room as if you had just woken up from a nap.

your eyes landed on the clock, reading the time. 12:48am. you sighed deeply. you hadn’t meant to get lost in the overwhelming feeling, but you just couldn’t resist it. it had almost felt as if spencer was actually there. but something good had come out of it.

you found your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion as you slipped back under the covers, pulling the blanket over your warm body and setting your head onto your pillow. you looked at spencer’s side of the bed, taking in his absence. lifting up your head, you switched your pillow with his, setting your head back down and inhaling the heart-warming scent of him, finally being blessed with the gift of sound slumber.

author's note: i'm sick :((

[luneengene2]

If ever are you gonna do a maknae line ver of "Accidentally Hurt/Injure (Verbally or Physically) You During an Argument "?

&Team Maknae Line : Accidentally Hurt/Injure (Verbally or Physically) You During an Argument

• Warnings : ANGST Content, Harua (Insult to the status of parents, kiss of life Haneul mention, status glorification, strangulation, mentioning about killing, rant, pet name), Taki (mentioning the mother who was killed, Venting of anger), Maki (His mother died, mentioning a robbery and threat), Grammar errors, tell me if I missed something.

• Note : YIPPIE! Finally I can make the Maknae Line version (aka complete)

• Harua •

(Oldmoney!Harua x newmoney!fem!reader)

Shigeta Harua, the only son of a high-class jewelry company owner that existed around 1913. His family line was aristocratic, having been very wealthy even before World War I broke out. You are his lover, starting from you being his childhood friend. Your father's company is a subsidiary of the Shigeta family, the Shigeta family is the largest investor in your father's company. Your life is perfect, isn't it? Born into a family that doesn't make you suffer, and your lover is from the upper class who loves you very much.

A perfect life line, but your relationship with Harua may not necessarily be smooth sailing. You and Harua have a secret relationship, your relationship with him has never been made public, even to your parents. Harua asked for that, because he wasn't ready to hear what his parents had to say about his girl. Harua knows how his parents are. His parents were strict and very detailed in every aspect. They always wanted 'high' things for their only son. Girls from rich families do not guarantee that they will like you right away. They seemed to really want someone to be their equal, an aristocrat. Harua's parents do love you like their daughter, moreover you are Harua's only childhood friend, but Harua doesn't think that means they immediately want you to be their daughter-in-law. He is afraid that if his parents find out about this relationship early, it could fall apart. He always assures you that he will slowly try to talk to his parents.

But you're already at the peak of your annoyance. He never does what he says. Never tries to talk to his parents. Your annoyance and anger grew even more when the media started spreading rumors about him. Rumors that he will be matched with one of the daughters of an aristocratic family who has always held the highest position in government for almost 90 years. Won Haneul. It's been almost half a year that the media has been reporting it, and half a year you have to hold back your emotions. Plus, Harua and Haneeul are often at the same event, the Aristocrat family gathering.

Patience has its limits, and yours is running out...

"You came to my apartment at this late hour just because of your jealousy?!" Harua smiled bitterly, you didn't realize his face was very tired right now. But, because of your anger, you certainly wouldn't care.

"This isn't just my jealousy. You can't keep your promise, Shigeta Harua!"

"You know, I'm sick of hearing you always say that you'll talk to your parents about our relationship. But you never do, even to this point." — You

"You think it's easy? You think I haven't tried all this time? Shut your mouth if you don't know anything!" — Harua

"You didn't try, but you acted cowardly," Harua glared angrily, he stood up from his sitting position on the single sofa, his fists clenched tightly.

"If I were a coward, I wouldn't have taken the risk of dating you," he would explode, blurting out words he shouldn't have. But you didn't realize that yet. You and he are both still emotional. Your emotions will still explode equally.

"Why? Is it because you are just a coward who can't maintain a serious relationship?" — You

"No, because I dared to date the daughter of my father's servant," You felt like you wanted to slump when he said that, your family's pride, including your father's, felt like it was kicked into one lump. Your father and his father are business partners, your father is not his father's servant.

"Typical aristocrats, always feel on top," — You

"What about the New Money? Hoping to be on par with the aristocrats? Your class and mine are even different. It turns out that what some people say is true, even though they are very rich, the New Money people will not be able to be equal to aristocrats. It took about 50 years to be on par with the Aristocrats," You clenched your fists, your emotions like an egg on the tip of a horn. You smiled bitterly, giving him a glare that was both glaring and mocking. Your heart aches? Oh of course, he started glorifying his family's aristocratic status to bring you down.

"Do you think Old Money is that clean? Most of them are also very greedy. Using their children for their ambitions until their children grow up to be jerks like you," Harua glared, of course he would be angry. His parents never taught him to be a bad person even though they were strict.

"Like your parents. Your family's wealth is abundant, but they are still not satisfied. Maybe they control the media so that you and Haneul are like a perfect couple. Your parents want a place in politics. You don't realize, your parents are greedy, very greedy. Always wanting abnormal perfection, yes like their attitude, abnormal and stupid. So they have a loser son. The dumbest combo ever," You said some pretty harsh words, oh really harsh ones to be exact. Cornering him with insults. How to defend yourself because he also glorifies his status.

Silence... No one said a word.

But, a few seconds later...

"YOU IDIOT GIRL! HOW DARE YOU!" Harua walked quickly towards you, as if he wanted to attack you. Making you scream in shock.

Harua grabbed your neck tightly and pushed you hard against the wall until your head hit it hard. You could feel the anger exploding from him, his face was red, and his eyes were completely blazing.

"Who do you think you are?! My parents love you so much but you insult them, you know how they are behind their backs, trash? My father helped your father to raise his poor company, his stupid company that was difficult to raise. One of the people who can make you live so full of money is my father, without my father maybe your parents would be living in a trash place! Don't forget the fact that the one you call greedy is the one who helped RAISE your fucking family. The family that gave birth to a damn bitch like you who doesn't know what gratitude is. A family that almost became part of the sewer rats," His anger really triggered him to take his insults to the highest level. Your heart is like being stabbed by a thousand knives, his words are piercing. But you realize, this is all because you were the one who insulted him first, triggering his anger when he actually just needed to sleep. He's just tired...

You also felt your breath hitch, oh of course. He was choking your neck quite hard. He also didn't realize he was 'abusing' you. "Don't forget the fact that you almost lived in a trash can or even became a prostitute without my father's help. You would only be in poverty without my father, you shameless bitch!"

"Ha-Ha-Harua let go-Heghhh!" You struggled to speak trying to catch your breath and push him away, the air slowly not seeming to enter your lungs. The strangulation factor was also strong because it was triggered by his emotions which were still exploding.

Tears started to form in your eyes, your hands trying to push him away, it was painful and could kill you from suffocation.

"H-Harua s-s-sorry, please," He still doesn't hear you, his ears are even deaf for a moment because his anger has not subsided.

With the rest of your strength, you step hard on his bare feet with the high heels you are wearing, automatically he screams in pain and releases his grip. You immediately pushed him away from you, he hit the small table beside the sofa so hard that the small lamp there fell to the floor and broke.

You immediately fell down, gulping as much air as possible after almost losing your breath. A cough that can make your chest hurt. Your neck was red, very bad. Not long after that, you immediately cried hysterically. Pour out your painful emotions.

And that's when Harua realized what he had just done. He didn't wince, his head immediately turned towards you in a 'pathetic' state. A condition he had never seen in the dozens of years he had known you. His body was shaking so hard seeing you like that, he almost killed you.

"If you want to kill me, throw me out of the balcony! Don't torture me before I die, you stupid bastard!" You screamed at him, tears already wetting your clothes.

Just because he doesn't want to understand your condition, he hurts you or even almost kills you. He insults you, belittles you because of his tiredness. "Y/N," his body was so weak from what he had done to you.

"Angel-"

"Don't come near me, you damn dick!" You snapped at him harshly as he stood up and started walking towards you. Harua stopped in his tracks, he was already crying. He messed up your feelings, even your body.

"Angel-"

"I'm not your fucking angel, Shigeta Harua! I'm a shameless bitch!" Crushed. His words had backfired on him. A painful boomerang. "I'm a lucky, ungrateful bitch who's dating an aristocrat."

"Angel no, please. For God's sake don't say that. You can hit me, but please don't say that. You're not like that, I'm the jerk here. You're not at fault here. You're not a shameless bitch," Harua cried, he hated it when you repeated the harsh words he said to you.

"You can do whatever you want, Angel. Don't say those words. Please forgive me,"

• Taki •

(Prospective Cadets!Taki x General daughter!reader)

"How could you fail the second year entrance exam?” You stare at Taki's Imperial Japanese Military Academy entrance exam results paper stating that he failed to become a cadet there. This was the second year he had tried this test, but failed for the second time.

"I don't know, maybe because I lost to the sons of high-ranking military officials," Taki smiled bitterly. I don't know why he could think like that.

"Maybe it's not your time yet, Taki. There will come a time when you can achieve it all. Many children of high-ranking military officers also failed, not all of them will pass even though they use their father's background," You rubbed Taki's shoulder, giving him words of comfort while 'refuting' that not all children of high-ranking officers entered the military easily.

But Taki was fed up, he felt like he was being pushed around by those who prioritized a child born into a high-ranking family, and that wasn't fair. Even Taki feels that there are people who are less fortunate than him, but those people can get into the things they want because of the privileges they have.

"You said that because you are the daughter of a General, Y/N. You have many privileges that can definitely make it easy for you to get what I want. You can hold power, just ask your father, and you will get it. Unlike me," Your expression immediately changed, annoyed? Oh of course, he said that as if your life didn't have such a heavy trial too.

"You blame the lucky kids who can achieve their dreams just because you failed? You should introspect why you failed, not blame those who can achieve what they want.You may fail because you may also have problems," Taki snatched the paper from your hand, made it into a ball and threw it. He crouched in front of you, giving you an angry look.

"Getting what they want but by cheating, pushing behind someone who has greater and better potential, using their money to buy a place. A place that should be owned by the right people," — Taki.

"Privilege doesn't mean they cheat, you know since childhood they have also been trained to be perfect, if they can get that place, it means they are perfect. If you fail, there are two possibilities. You are not perfect, or you cannot shine yet." — You.

"You say that because you were born a privileged child. Of course you will hide the cheating that your 'friends' do, because you must have done it too," Your heart sank, he was sad and upset because he failed in his second year, but why did he take it out on you? What did you do wrong?

"You better fix your stupid self, don't keep blaming others, Riki," you called his real name, giving him a bitter smile.

"I'm not stupid, just pushed around by privileged spoiled brats in a dirty way. I can't imagine if I married a spoiled brat, it would only cause me trouble," he didn't say it directly to you, but you immediately knew who he was referring to as Spoiled Brat. Yourself.

"You know, since I first met you, I envied your life. No pressure, complete parents, and no need to force a smile to the media or people. I wish I could be like you. I always wished I wasn't born as a general's daughter, didn't hear the fact that my mother died because she was killed by my father's rival. If my father wasn't a General, my mother would still be there. That privilege, I'd rather be pushed back by others than have that privilege. That way, I won't lose my mother," Your tone of voice is still normal, nothing has changed. But drop by drop, your tears start to flow.

"I'm not an annoying spoiled brat, I never use my father's name to get what I want. Because I know, if I continue to use privilege, I will not be able to be independent," Taki was silent, he didn't say anything. He just realized, he made a mistake. Taking out his anger on you.

"Sorry if I made a mistake with my words, Taki," You actually apologized to him first for your words that a few moments ago could have hurt him without you realizing it. In fact, you were also hurt by his words.

He messed everything up, unknowingly hurting you. The girl who always supported him and always accepted him no matter what. But, he hurt you just because he was annoyed at always failing to achieve what he wanted.

• Maki •

"You know, that necklace was a gift from my late mother! Why did you give it away so easily!" You flinch when he snaps at you harshly. Maki lent you a necklace that belonged to his late mother. Before his mother left, she said she wanted the necklace to be given to her future daughter-in-law. He had entrusted the necklace to you, but you lost it.

The necklace was very precious to Maki, because it was his mother's favorite item. Maki always guarded it carefully.

"I'm sorry, Maki," you were almost crying and shaking, seeing her like this must have scared you. Maki was really this angry. It's like he wants to eat you alive. "What did you say? Sorry? Your apology will be useless if the necklace my mother left me doesn't return to me! I want that necklace back!" He gripped your upper arm tightly, making you wince in pain.

"I want that necklace back, do you fucking understand?!" —Maki

"I will replace it with a new one, with the exact same design," — You

"No, I want my mother's original necklace, not an exact replica. Give me back the necklace or I'll end this relationship, Y/N. We're done if you can't get the necklace back," You glared as he threatened to end your relationship if you couldn't bring back his mother's necklace that you said had been lost somewhere.

Maki released his grip and walked out of your house, but you immediately pulled his hand back. "I admit I was wrong and I can't return your mother's necklace, but I don't want it to end, Maki," You sobbed, gripping his arm tightly, you were afraid of losing him forever because of this. Maki smiled bitterly, looking at you with hurt.

"So return the necklace to me, Y/N. If you can't, then goodbye, I don't want to see your face again," Maki pushed you quite roughly, he didn't realize that he was taking out his anger too much, not thinking about what he had just said.

"Well if you really want it to end, because I won't be able to return the necklace. The necklace is in the hands of the robber," Maki stopped in his tracks when he heard your slightly choked words. Robber?

"If I hurt you, I apologize for not being able to look after your late mother's belongings. Because actually I didn't lose it because I was careless, last night I was robbed on the street and threatened, Maki," His jaw dropped when he heard what you said, the water bottle he was holding fell to the floor. His girl was robbed. At night, and he couldn't help.

You lowered your head, clenching your palms as you told the real reason why his mother's necklace was lost in your hands. It was because you were robbed. "Not only your mother's necklace, my cellphone, wallet, and bag were also taken by them. They threatened to kill me if I reported this to anyone else. I was so scared, they also pointed a gun at me," If Maki couldn't support his own body, he would definitely collapse to the floor. His girl almost lost her life last night, but he just made her feel even more hurt. That night, Maki could lose the woman he loves for the second time.

"By God, if I could save your mother's necklace, I would rather give up my belongings than cause you pain." You sobbed even harder, guilt filling you.

Maki realized that he hurt you, even after you had an incident. You should have been hugged and asked nicely why the necklace was missing. Maki couldn't even see when you were 'lying' you were shaking so much. Because he was already filled with a furious anger.

Suddenly, you felt a warm hug come to you. Maki hugged you tightly with tears that were no less tight than yours. "Screw that necklace, my mom would kill me if she were still alive for seeing me treat you like this, Y/N. Oh my gosh, up there he must have swore at me," He hugged your body tightly, he trembled violently imagining what it would be like if what he was hugging was your lifeless body.

He hurt you after you almost lost your life, he even threatened you by leaving you if you couldn't bring back his mother's necklace.

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✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs prt. 2 *̥˚✧

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is it kinda sad that not even after a month of posting a first collection of fic recs i'm back with a second one? for two characters? yea, but anyways, enjoy <3

✧*̥˚ fluff *̥˚✧

let me help you by @spencersssockss

sleepless night by @vanteguccir

cute, outraged genius by @lavenderspence

being married to spencer would include by @girlkisser13 ✨

period disturb by @vanteguccir ✨

dewey decimal system by @pathologicalreid

kiss it better by @nereidprinc3ss

pillow talk by @nereidprinc3ss

you say ‘what a mind’ by @reidrum

✧*̥˚ smut *̥˚✧

fixation by @nereidprinc3ss

all i need by @incognit0slut

guess by @parfaitblogs ✨

✧*̥˚ angst/hurt/comfort *̥˚✧

falling behind by @catssluvr

you know the killer doesn't undertsand by @nereidprinc3ss

holding him by @godsfavdarling ✨

home by @auroralwriting

be so stupid by @mariasont

a well-kept secret by @astrophileous

the one in which spencer didn’t tell you about meeting his ex by @peachbibi ✨

cross my heart by @januaryembrs

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i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

[zvdvdlvr]

relapse

You promised you wouldn’t relapse. Promised yourself that you would block his phone number, cut off all ties from Spencer and his FBI coworkers. You told yourself that even though he fucked you better than anyone else ever could, the heartache the next day wasn’t worth the sex.

But you couldn’t get over him. You wanted to kick yourself for always finding your way outside the building, eyes watching Spencer’s lanky, curly-haired form enter his car and drive home. Or to the home of whoever’s bed he was warming.

And even now, hand between your thighs stroking the fire you knew would be the end of you, you texted him.

You: are you awake?

You didn’t have to wait a second before your phone dinged.

Spencer (DO NOT TEXT): On my way.

You groaned and leaned your head back. Just one night, you reasoned. This would be the last time.