#Alabama lip blushing

[spookydrreid]

Let’s Start the New Year Right

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

18+ minors DNI

desc: Spencer and reader get invited to a chill, casual NYE party. But things heat up right at the stroke of midnight.

cw: food mention, Spencer is a little awkward in the beginning, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a bathroom)... Let me know if I missed anything

wc: 1667

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“I can’t go dressed like this? People will laugh at me.” 

Spencer looks himself over in the mirror for the tenth time, running a hand down his sweatshirt. It was New Years Eve and you two weren’t doing anything too crazy, just spending time at your friend Andies house with a few others. She’d just bought said house and was desperate for you and the rest of your friends to see it. And what better time than New Year's Eve?

“They will not laugh at you. Andie said she wanted everyone to be casual and casual means jeans and sweatshirts,” you called from inside your closet. “And we’ll be out by the fire. You’ll be more comfortable like this. Trust me.” 

You peak around the corner to his portion of the closet, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks cute, more dressed down than you usually see him. In fact, this is the most you’ve seen him in the past three weeks. Serial killers don’t take breaks, even during the holidays. So off he and the team went to bum-fuck-nowhere Alabama and missed Christmas.

It was disappointing to say the least. 

But it was his job, something he warned you of previously. However, it didn’t mean him missing important days didn’t hurt. But you sucked it up and smiled through it. Plus, it didn’t matter. He was home and he was safe. 

“I do trust you. But I don’t want to be underdressed.” He sighs moving to grab his tennis shoes, sitting on the little poof seat you insisted on buying. (And that he secretly loved. Not that he’d admit it.) 

You pull your hair out of the back of your sweatshirt, smoothing it down and grabbing a warm hat. “You won’t be. This isn’t like Rossi’s where we dress to the nines and get drunk on champagne.” 

You see him grin as he ties his shoes, a small blush rising on his ears. 

“Yeah he was sad we were coming this year. I, however, am excited we aren’t going. I have spent more than enough time with all of them. They’ll survive without me for a night.” 

You giggle, walking towards him and hugging him from behind. “Yes, baby, your friends will survive without you. You’re all mine tonight.” You kiss his cheek before straightening and checking your phone, “we should head out, sweetheart. Andie will be pissed if we’re late.” 

The drive to Andies was short, filled with Spencer's long winded explanation about why you and he bought your house at the ‘most perfect time’. You loved listening to him ramble, even if half the time he spoke gibberish. You were thankful you could google some of the super big words he used. 

The second you’re parked outside the house, big, beautiful and full of holiday cheer, you see Spencer tense. You’d think after six years together, he’d be more calm around your friends. They helped him with the proposal after all and he still has the group chat. The group chat where they send him memes he doesn’t understand. However, no matter the time, he isn’t the most comfortable with anyone but you. And more so in your bedroom. 

You find it… endearing to say the least. 

You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it three times i am here. “Ready?” 

He squeezes back and nods, “I am… I think.” 

It’s all you need before getting out and never once letting go of Spencer’s hand. 

Andie stands at the door, smile on her face, two glasses of punch in her hands. “There is my best friend and her hot as fuck fiance!”

Spencer practically cringes at her words, never being one who could handle a compliment. Even if he was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi! Sorry we’re late. We had a late night. You know how it is, serial killers killing during the holidays. Dr. Reid forever having to save the day.” You pat his chest, looking up at him fondly. 

He loves when you look at him like that, eyes so wide, filled to the brim with love. He kisses your head and 

Andie fake gags, handing you the drinks in her hand. “Yes, yes. Get inside before we let the kitten out and before the cold air comes in.” 

You sip it, the vodka making your chest feel warm. Spencer looks down at the cup before looking back at you, “I can’t drink. Want this?” You nod, taking it and pouring it into your cup. “A-andie do you have water? Bottled? I don’t like sink water and fridge water tastes funny so bottled is better. Even though it’s not good for the environment.

“But it’s not really us that needs to worry. It’s the famous people who really pollute the envi-” 

Andie cuts him off, “Spencie baby, you don’t have to explain this to me. I have plenty of bottled water. Want a cold one or a room temp one?” 

Spencer curls his lips over his teeth, a small blush creeping up his neck, “cold is fine. Thank you, Andie.” 

“You’re welcome sweet thing.” She digs in her fridge and finds the bottle, handing it to him. “Now, time for a tour.” 

… 

It takes a good few minutes for her to show you both around the house, making sure she explains every single detail even down to the persian rug her current boyfriend bought her when he went to visit his mother. 

Spencer, of course, went on and on about this, that and the third. It was cute. 

But soon you were in Spencer's lap, staying warm by a fire and roasting a marshmallow while Spencer got the chocolate and graham crackers ready. You were two drinks and three shots in, happily buzzed but not even close to drunk. 

“You are so hot when you open chocolate. S’anyone ever told you that?” You say it quietly, not wanting to embarrass him in front of anyone. 

He smirks, using the top graham cracker to slide the toasted marshmallow off of the stick and smoosh it between the other cracker and chocolate. “No one has ever told me that. But there is a first for everything.” 

He takes the first bite before handing you the rest. You pout a little and he laughs. “You ate my smore! Not fair.” 

He kisses you, lips brushing over yours gently, “I will make you another when you finish that one.” “What happened to my shy boy? Getting bossy out here.” You smirk, knowing you’re pushing his buttons.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when I fucked you into the mattress.” He says right in your ear, nipping at it slightly. 

You shiver, squirming in his lap. “You-you can’t do this to me. We can’t fuck here.” 

He kisses your temple, “there are four bathrooms here. We totally could. They all lock, I made sure.” 

Andie claps her hands, “ten minutes till midnight!” 

Spencer grips your thigh, “what a way to ring in the new year? Me buried inside you.” 

You cross your legs, trying anything to get some friction. 

“They’ll notice, Spence.” You look around, no one is paying attention to you, most of them sucking face with their dates.

“Oh baby, they won’t notice.” 

Before you know it, your pants and underwear are on the bathroom floor, and Spencer's face buried in your cunt. You bite your fist to quiet the moan. For some reason, it was extremely hot getting eaten out with the possibility of someone hearing you. But that didn’t mean you wanted to get caught. 

“So pretty bunny.” He purrs from below you. He pushes two fingers inside you, easily opening you up. He knows your body better than you do, making mental notes of every little moan, gasp, and sigh that leaves your lips. Because of this it isn’t long before he has you falling over the edge, somehow keeping your moans quiet.

“Time,” He asks as he stands, towering over you.

You check your phone with shaky fingers, “11… 11:50” 

Spencer pulls at his belt with fervor, pushing his pants down till they pool at his ankles. “Gotta keep you quiet for another ten minutes.” 

His lips are on yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes all the way inside you. He doesn’t waste time, his hips snapping against yours. His lips travel from your lips and down your neck, moving your sweatshirt to the side to suck hickies where no one can see them. 

‘Just for me,’ he’d always say. ‘Only for me.’ 

“Spencer, please.” How you manage to whisper it is beyond you. But it doesn’t matter with the way he’s moving. 

“Shh… I’ve got you, bunny.” He snaps his hips faster. 

Your second orgasm comes right at 11:58. And it isn’t long before you can hear your friends counting down. 

Ten.

“Fuck bunny. Feel so good.” 

Nine

“S-spencer…” 

Eight

His hand covers your mouth, muffling your growing moans. 

Seven 

“I know you don’t want to get caught.” 

Six 

“‘Specially not so close to midnight. Right?” 

Five 

You shake your head no. Eyes staying locked with his.

Four

A wicked smirk crosses his lips, his confidence growing. 

Three

“S’what I thought.” 

Two 

His thrust grow more and more sloppy and before long his head falls into your shoulder and his orgasm rips through him, spilling inside you. 

One

His kiss is hard, hands on the sides of your face while he makes out with you, riding out the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting as he pulls back, Spencer's forehead resting on yours. 

“Happy New Years, sweet angel.”

...

I hope you enjoyed! This is my first fic in almost a year. Im nervous to say the least lmao. I love you all ❤️

[mamaestapa]

blurb of celebrating with jj after the win!!!!

GO BLUE 💙〽️

Hail to the Victors|| JJ McCarthy x reader

• pairing: JJ McCarthy x reader

• summary: celebrating the rose bowl win with jj

• warnings: some language & lots of fluff

“JJ!” you yelled as you ran in the direction of your boyfriend. He was finishing up an interview with his head coach and Blake Corum tagging along beside him.

You, JJ’s family, and a few of his good friends that traveled with you from Michigan, stormed the field with other families of the team after Michigan defeated Alabama 27-20 in overtime. Michigan had just won the Rose Bowl. Their first Rose Bowl victory since 1998.

All of the Michigan fans in attendance along with the football team were ecstatic.

You ran up to JJ, both of you grinning widely as you ran straight into his waiting arms. You squealed happily as JJ twirled you around.

“We fucking won! We did it baby!” JJ yelled as he looked into your eyes. His beautiful blues sparkled with excitement as he grinned. “You did it J!” you yelled back with this just as much excitement as your boyfriend.

You put your hands on his cheeks and smashed your lips against his. The two of you kissed passionately on the field, feeling like you were the only ones in the world right now as you were showered in maize and blue confetti. JJ pulled away from you and set you back down on the ground. He pulled you into his side, which you immediately melted into. You weren’t even paying attention to the smell of sweat filling your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around JJ and pressed your cheek to the side of his jersey clad chest.

You were just so happy to be celebrating this big win with JJ. JJ, who’s been the best leader for this team. JJ, who has constantly been fighting through adversity (especially this season). JJ, who no matter how bad of a practice or game he had, never put the blame on anyone else. This team and JJ deserved this win.

JJ pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I love you so much.” You looked up at your boyfriend, your giddy smile still matching his. “I love you more JJ. I’m so proud of you, babe. You deserve this more than anyone else.”

JJ squeezed you gently, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at your words. You always knew how to get him flustered.

The rest of JJ’s family approached the two of you, congratulating him on his big victory. As they congratulated him, JJ’s hold on you never loosened or faltered once. After his parents gave him a hug, Blake a slipped a rose into his mouth. The sight of the rose in his mouth made butterflies swarm in your belly.

Who knew something so simple could be so hot…

You pulled away from JJ and snapped a picture of him with the rose. This was definitely going to be your home screen.

You chuckled as JJ posed for more pictures with the rose. Once all the pictures had been taken, JJ scooped you back up into his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours as his soft blue eyes looked into yours.

“I love you Y/n. Thank you for always supporting me every step of the way.” he said wholeheartedly as he nuzzled his nose with yours, “Through the good and bad.”

You smiled sweetly at JJ, “I’ll always be your biggest supporter baby. Always,” you nuzzled your nose against his this time, “I love you.”

JJ placed a kiss on your lips before he pulled away from you and placed you back on the turf. A playful smirk was pulling at his lips as he looked down at you.

“You know, if we win the championship I think I may just have to marry you.”

“I think you may just have to go win that natty then, McCarthy.”

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hi loves!!

my first time working for jj! oh how i love this man<3 i’ll always have a soft spot for him.

i hope you all enjoy this! i had to include that rose pic bc OMG i was going feral😩 anyways! posting this from the airport, see yall in a few hours. thank you for all the love and support🤍🤍

[sorchathered]

Sweet Home Texas pt 1.

Summary- it’s here! Chapter one of my new series/ my submission for my birthday Rom-Com challenge! I am straying from the plot of Sweet Home Alabama a bit but I hope you all love it!

Pairing-Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc (Ella Mcree Seresin), Bradley Bradshaw x oc (Ella Mcree Seresin)

Warnings- language, drinking, eventual smut

Stepping out of her shitty rental car into the dimly lit honky tonk parking lot Ella Mccree can already feel the pain of a headache forming behind her eyes. She flew out from San Diego on a red eye to get to this shithole, filled with enough anger to fly the damn plane herself. She swore when she was here the last time that she would never set foot in this damn town again and yet here she is, pushing through the sweaty bodies of horn dog cowboys and navy pilots to find the bane of her existence.

He’s here of course, holding court by the pool tables, looking every bit the cocky asshole he presents himself to be. He’s always been a bit of a douche, that was part of his appeal; well until it wasn’t. She couldn't help the way her stomach flipped as she looked at him, the memories flooding her mind would make anyone blush. First kiss, first time, her first everything had been with Jake Seresin, he was supposed to be the only one, but that hadn’t worked out as planned. Nothing had where they were concerned.

She squared her shoulders, his pretty boy looks didn’t work on her anymore and she was here in this tacky bar for a reason, he wouldn’t distract her. In her ridiculously expensive pumps and form fitting black suit she marched over to him and dropped her briefcase in the middle of the pool table, a chorus of what the hells ringing out as she rounds on him, perfectly manicured finger poking him in the chest, shock clearly written all over his face before he schools his features. She’d caught him by surprise; good, maybe this time he’d actually listen.

“Jake! You stubborn redneck hick, I swear to God if I have to cut your damn hand off and sign these papers myself I will.” If he was phased by her colorful vocabulary he didn’t show it, simply throwing back the rest of his beer and sitting it on the corner of the nearest table as he looked her over, the mischief in his eyes evident in his gaze.

“Hey baby, it’s been a while. How’re things at home?” He said with a grin, knowing it would absolutely irritate the shit out of her, he loved riling her up, it was almost like he had a death wish sometimes but then again being an ex fighter pilot just confirmed that.

“Hey. Baby?! Are you kidding me right now?! Oooh!! You are the most annoying person on the planet!” She said shaking her head jerkily and balling her hands into fists, she needed to get it together. There was a reason to be here, get it done and get the hell out of this town, don’t let him distract you Ella you’re better than this.

Someone behind her said something to the extent of damn I like this girl and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a brunette woman sending impressed looks her way. Well at least someone was entertained, she thought.

She leaned across him to grab the papers from her briefcase, his body stiffening under her and she knew despite his cool exterior she had him rattled. She ran a hand across his uniform top, noticing the falter in his grin as he blinked at her and slammed the stack of papers into his chest.

“I have sent these damn papers through your lawyer 4 times in the past 6 months and they keep coming back unsigned, if you are so incompetent that you can’t use a pen, maybe you shouldn’t be allowed to fly a jet, given your lack of a brain. Sign the damn papers Jake, it’s been 3 years. You very clearly aren’t interested in being a husband so why the hell won't you just divorce me?”

Everyone around them seems to go quiet at this, none of his coworkers even knew he had been in a serious relationship, let alone married.

He sticks a toothpick between his lips and pretends to mull over her words as she taps her heel on the sticky bar floor. She already knows what he’s going to say, the same bullshit line he’s given her their entire life. “You know damn well why Ella Bella, because I promised to love you til the day you die and as far as I can tell you’re still breathin’ so we’re still married.”

She rakes a hand through her wavy red hair and gives him a look that could burn the world down. “If I could go back knowing what I know now I’d have never made that damn promise. Stop holding me hostage and sign the damn papers, I’m not leaving town until you do.” She yanks up her bag and stomps out towards the exit, everyone in the group parting like the Red Sea to let her out. Meanwhile Jake still seems cool as a cucumber, completely unbothered as he lines up his next shot and chuckles as he watches her walk out of the bar.

“Uh you planning on giving us an explanation Hangman?” Natasha Trace is the first to speak up, she does enjoy seeing him brought down a peg from time to time but she’s pretty sure she’s seen him more upset over what was for lunch at the dining facility than he is right now.

“Oh that? Eh she’ll be alright, Ella is all bark and no bite. She knows how much I love her, just gotta remind her is all, she and I will be just fine when she comes to her senses.” He seems awfully sure of himself, but she’d noticed something he clearly didn’t. A big ass diamond ring on her ring finger, no wedding band in sight. She has a thought to say something but thinks better of it; let him crash and burn all on his own and maybe invite the girl out for lunch and some gossip if she can find out her number. Jake’s hometown is just a few miles out from the Kingsville Navy base they’re stationed at, maybe an old friend of his has her info, she files that away for tomorrow’s problems and grabs another drink.

Ella is heated, she clumsily fumbles her keys by her car door as she curses, she knew he wouldn’t go for it but damnit if she didn’t hope he’d come to his senses. They’d been split for almost three years?! What was keeping him from letting her go? Pride? Idiocy?! She didn’t have time for this, she had plans of her own and they didn’t include begging her delusional husband for a divorce for the millionth time.

Her phone began to buzz in her pocket as she finally got the car unlocked and settled into the seat. She heaved a sigh out and put on her brightest smile, answering the face time call with fake enthusiasm.

“Well? How’d he take it?” the raspy voice on the other side of the line says, tan skin and bronze hair and those puppy dog eyes she loves so much gazes at her over the screen, and he can tell she’s pissed. “About as well as I thought. I’m gonna be here a few more days I reckon, maybe I can get one of them to get him to pull his head out of his ass, because it definitely didn’t work like I hoped.” She says the last words with a waver in her voice, she hates that she’s tearing up over this.

Bradley Bradshaw sighs over the screen and runs his hand over his face, he knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought. “Need me to come down there? I can hop a flight? We can order a pizza and get trashed.”

As good as that sounds, his presence would only make it worse, and they both know it.

“No baby, it’s ok. I’ll see you soon alright? I just need to go to my hotel and sleep, I’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe call Natasha and see if she can help me with some intel though? She seemed pretty interested in what was going on, and might be an ally.”

He knows Natasha Trace well, and she definitely would be very helpful if he asked, so he nods his head in agreement and ends the call with I love yous and promises of a back rub when she gets home.

He knows the bomb that’s going to go off as soon as Seresin finds out everything, but he also knows the real reason Jake won’t give Ella what she wants. It’s guilt plain and simple, and Bradley isn’t interested in watching his fiancée get hurt by his former rival anymore. Only Ella knows the whole truth, but are either men ready for it?

A/N- this is gonna be a doozy y’all, prepare for these three to be put through the ringer! Next week we’ll get some more on Jake and Ella’s backstory and why they fell apart, hope you enjoyed chapter one!

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[stanathanxoox]

Looks Good On Ya'

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“You know that outfit looked really good on you[name].” “Oh…T-thank you, haha.” - Chris LaSalle x reader

You had just returned from an undercover operation, where you’d had to wear an outfit that you’d much rather forget about than have to wear again. It really hadn’t been something that you would normally wear but given you’d had to go undercover to a nightclub to find your suspect and drag him out you guess you had no choice but to wear the white batwing bodycon dress. Now back at the office and in your own clothes ready to write up your report your shocked at the words that leave your work partners lips

“Ya know that outfit looked really good on ya Y/N” he says, biting his lip subtly and you blush flustered. You’d had a crush on your partner for the last two years so hearing him say that was definitely not making this easier. So you decided to brush it off

“Oh… Th-thank you haha” you say, turning back to your computer. When you look up again you're shocked to see Chris standing right in front of your desk.

“Ah’d like ta take ya out on a date sometime Y/N, please?” he asks and you gasp

“I-uh, yes” you reply.

“How about tomorrow night then, Ah’ll pick ya up at 7.30” he says Alabama accent dripping as he makes his way back over to his desk and you nod

“S-sure, sounds good” you stutter.

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[superblycaffeinated]

Summary: the one where Jonas asks Liz out. | GG masterlist | A spotify wrapped request on the old blog - #2 Fantasy by Mariah Carey

word count: 1.9k

It's A Date:

Elizabeth Sutton / Jonas Anderson

"Baby I'm so into you - Darling if you only knew."

Data. Numbers. Cause and its effects. Charts, facts, figures and solutions to problems. This is what Elizabeth Sutton knows to be true about the world. Reasoning, science, it’s all there in the back of her brain, always. 

So, when Jonas Anderson smiles at her, she knows the science behind why her body turns redder than when she forgets sunblock on a pool day in the Alabama heat. The problem is, knowing the reason why in this case makes it ten times worse, and even her brain didn’t think it was possible to turn that deep of a shade of red. 

Normally, knowing the reasoning or cause behind something is exactly what she needs to finish her puzzle. The answer or solution is right there in the question. 

There is no solution to the effect Jonas’ smile has on her body as far as she can decipher. 

Absolutely positively dreading how the evening was going to go, Liz arrives exactly only one minute early (because she’s polite even when she’s worried her lunch is going to end up on her shoes if Jonas so much as even thinks about smiling at her) and knocks on Zachary Goode and Jonas Anderson’s front door while holding her breath. 

Zach answers the door with entirely too much flair in typical Zach Goode fashion. A martini glass filled with what she suspects to be orange hi-c, a towel slung over his shoulder, and a grin so wide she can’t help but smile back. 

"Hi, Zach."

“Hiya Lizzie, you okay…you seem…” he gestures to his face, “Flushed?”

So apparently she blushes even when she thinks about his smile now too. Good to know. 

Ignoring the question, she takes a sip of her drink, suspicions confirmed. "Am I the first one here?"

Zach nods his head towards the hall behind him, "Cam's in the bedroom and Bex and Jonas are up on the roof already."

Liz chokes on her juice, "Oh? He’s-they’re here already?"

Zach grins, pointing a finger in her face, “Aha! So it’s Anderson that’s got you all hot and bothered. You know I never would have guessed.”

His tone and smirk tells her that he absolutely would have guessed, has guessed, and has some sort of boyish and ridiculous scheme up his sleeves.

Cheeks flushing deeper, she waves her hands, eyes darting over to the open window in fear of the highly trained operatives just outside and up a ladder hearing.

Zach follows her gaze and leans in, whispering, “Relax, Liz. I promise he’s more afraid of you than you are of him. The guy is so into you.”

Well, what in the world is that supposed to mean?!

Before she can ask, a knock on the door interrupts and Zach executes the same greeting, this time for Macey and Preston. 

Preston grins widely and Macey rolls her eyes, but takes a fairly large gulp and then stares at the glass, "Is this..."

Preston taps his lips together like he’s tasting a fine wine, cocking his eyebrow, "Orange hi-c?"

Zach beams, "Only the best for my guests."

He calls down the hallway, "Cam, everyone's here, do your homework later!"

A quiet pleading cry from inside one of the closed doors, "I'm almost done!"

"That doesn't sound like you're going to do it later!" Zach frowns.

A small sigh from behind the door elicits his satisfied smirk, nodding his head once. He gestures to the open window in the living room that leads out to his fire escape, "Ladies first."

Macey climbs through and when Preston motions for Liz to go she backs away, "Um, I'll go check on Cammie."

Preston shrugs and climbs through. Liz keeps backing away and Zach shakes his head, "Liz, come on, why are you suddenly so freaked out to see him? Did something happen?” Excitement fills his voice, eyebrows wiggling up and down, “What, did you guys kiss?"

Oh my god. She hadn’t even thought about…is it hot in here?  

She takes a sip of her juice again, pulling on the collar of her shirt, looking anywhere but at the window that led to the roof that led to their friends that led to Jonas who would lead to...

Like he can actually feel the spiraling and searching for answers below him, Jonas’ head appears through the window upside down, "Zach, do you have…” His eyes go wide at the sight of her, “Liz, hi, how are-augh!"

He falls from his upside down position, tumbling onto the fire escape with a thud.

Zach raises his eyebrows at Liz, as if to say, ‘Him? He's the guy you're flustered by?’ 

It’s so easy to read Zach. She understands Zach language. She’s even getting a hang of Preston language. But Jonas language is a whole other story. 

Jonas rights himself and fixes his glasses, cheeks flushing red as he steps through the open window. His flannel button down slightly askew and his khaki’s creased. "What'd ya put in the hi-c Goode?"

Zach shakes his head, grinning widely at his roommate, "You're just a talented man, Anderson."

Jonas rolls his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at Liz, waiting. She can tell he’s waiting, but waiting for what? Why was he looking at her like that? What did it mean? Why?

Liz scrambles backwards, "I was just going to check on Cammie-"

"I'm here, I'm here, no more homework, I swear." Cammie rounds the corner, holding her hands up.

Liz has already fallen back a few steps, when she stops herself, her elbow hitting a lamp and sending it falling towards the ground. Zach and Cammie both go to grab it. Liz can see it all happening before it does, deciding to pencil in ‘dying of embarrassment’ in her planner as Cammie spins Liz’s body away from the lamp. The movement causes Liz to fall into the couch, tumbling over the back in a somersault, her drink spilling across herself as she lands firmly on her butt. 

"Oopsie Daisy."

A hand reaches out to her and she grabs it instinctively and stands, coming face to face, well more like face to chest, with Jonas.

Oh, god.

Zach’s eyes bounce back and forth between Liz and Jonas’ enclosed hands and a smile twitches at his lips, quickly grabbing the now empty glass from Liz’s other hand, “I’ll get you another drink.”

He pulls on Cammie’s arm who mumbles, “ "I'll get you a shirt to borrow,” shooting Zach a suspicious look. 

Leaving Liz and Jonas alone, their hands still intertwined. He looks down at her, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "Hi."

You can do this Liz. Just smile and speak. You can do both of those things, you have done them before. Here we go. Just a greeting. Simple. Easy, say anything back-

"Hi."

Well, perhaps a different word could have been used, but that technically works.

Jonas smiles wider at her, and she thinks, if it’s possible, that her entire body has actually transformed into a tomato. She has ceased to be human. 

Jonas fiddles with her fingers, eyes trained on them as he forces out, “So, I’m kind of…crazy?” He squeezes her fingers and then looks up with widening eyes, “About you I mean! Jeez, this is harder than I thought,” blowing out his breath as he continues, “I…can we…would you maybe…can I…”

Liz tries to keep up, the beginnings of too many questions with an almost infinite amount of ends swirling in her brain, but she loses track, only tuning back in for the end.

"Coffee?"

Had she just been asked on a date and her stupid brain had caused her to miss it? Did he say the date? The time? The place? How had he phrased it? Could he have meant for studying? As friends?

She blinks, he clears his throat, and it’s unbearably quiet for exactly fifty eight seconds. 

Jonas squeezes her hand, letting it drop as he rubs his neck and fixes his glasses again, "You know what, never mind, I made it weird, and I shouldn't have asked you out."

He did. He totally did. He asked her out and she missed it. 

He starts to walk away and she grabs his hand, panic lacing her tone, "Wait!"

He stops, eyes blinking at her owlishly and she clears her throat. Pretending she’s someone with much more confidence like one of her best friends, she dares to ask, "Could you, maybe ask me again? I couldn't shut my brain off and I missed...would you please ask me again?"

He stares at her and she feels like she’s on the opposite end of her microscope. A weird bug he was trying to analyze. A code he just couldn't crack. An anomaly that needed to be studied. A chemical mutation that made you nervous and excited all at the same time.

Heart thoroughly in her stomach, she drops his hand, "Sorry, never mind. Forget I asked you that. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

Jonas grabs both of her hands again, squeezing her fingertips and smiling wider than he ever has and she cannot breathe.

He lets go of one of her hands, pushing a blonde curl behind her ear and she needs to remember the exact movement and how it made her stomach flip as he quietly speaks, "Elizabeth Sutton, you are the furthest thing from stupid. I really like you, do you think maybe sometime soon I could take you out on a date? Maybe we could get a coffee?"

Now, she hasn’t been asked out, like ever, but she’s fairly certain even with her limited data that it can’t get much better than that. 

"Yeah, I'd like that very much."

He grins, "Cool."

She clears her throat, "Cool."

They’re still intertwined, one hand holding hers, one resting in her hair and her heartbeat is erratic as she watches his eyes drift from hers to her lips.

Is he going to kiss her? The data says that his heartbeat should be rising too, and if he-oh my god he licked his lips he’s totally going to-

Cam and Zach return, sending Liz and Jonas apart from each other like they’ve been shocked. It all only causes her to trip on the now moved lamp’s cord, her arms flailing to try to keep her balance. Jonas catches her under her armpits, pulling her up right.

His hands settle and hold flat against her back, chests pressed together as he holds her in a sort of half dip. She’s breathless as she smells his spearmint toothpaste, making note of the brand he uses as she squeaks out, "Would you…want to get that coffee…now?"

He grins and nods, stealing her words, breath fanning across her cheek, fogging up his own glasses, "Yeah, I'd like that very much."

He grabs her hand and they turn towards Cammie and Zach, both standing there with smirks on their faces.

Jonas clears his throat as he walks by. Liz turns around to look at them when Jonas looks away. Cammie shoos her off with her hands mouthing ‘Have fun. Call me later,’ and Zach gives a very non-discrete thumbs up and smile. 

It’s a date. Elizabeth Sutton is going on a date. 

Jonas holds the door open for her and catches her smile and he shakes his head, adjusting his glasses as his cheeks turn red. 

Curiosity has always gotten the best of her so she nudges his shoulder, “What?”

He blows out his breath, clears his throat, and shrugs his shoulders. “You just have a really pretty smile.”

Body flushing even deeper, she leans in on an impulse incredibly unlike herself and kisses his cheek, whispering something she’d only dared to fantasize saying out loud to him, “You have a really nice smile too.”

Smiles and blushing. Cause and effects. If they only knew what they did to each other, the answer to the problem was right there in the question all along. 

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I really appreciate any feedback left here or on Ao3 💙

[makarovni]

WIP Wednesday PART TWO

Ok I lied when I posted my first WIP tagged by @adelaidedrubman (thank you again!!). I'm gonna share part of Got You Where I Want You chapter 2 because I can. I feel bad posting something for Kent/Nonia and not Reese/Nonia. Well...here ya go.

While Luisa was out dealing with the credit card lady, Nonia flipped on the TV and put it on Speed network. By now, they'd gotten tired of covering last night's race, and were making predictions for the next one. Nonia watched in boredom, but was shaken from it when she heard an especially loud motor outside.

Then the door opened, with its little ding sound. The customer walked in.

It was Reese.

Nonia nearly choked on her own spit, having to slam a hand against the counter to control herself. Reese smiled at her, tilting his head to get a better look.

"You okay, darlin'?" He asked. 

This immediately set her on fire. Nonia nodded and swallowed hard, giving a thumbs up and a smile. 

"I am doing great! Shit, Reese, it's nice to see you again," she said, so infatuated she could easily have cartoon hearts swirling over her head. 

Reese nodded in agreement. "It's nice to see you too, Nonia. Sorry I haven't been around, I would've come back, but I was actually at Talladega."

Her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. "Holy shit! You're so lucky! That was a fucking crazy race, wasn't it?"

"Yep, it sure was," he laughed. "Got the chance to make up with my son, too. Went out with the family to Applebee's after the race, but I didn't get kicked out this time 'round."

"Good for you," Nonia giggled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "So you're already back from Alabama? Must've left super early."

"I actually drove up and stayed in Atlanta last night, then drove up from there this mornin'," Reese explained. "Soon as I got back, I wanted to come see you. I, uh…actually got you somethin' from 'Dega."

Her heart began beating a million beats per minute. He got her a gift? He wanted to see her as soon as he got back? There was no way this was real. She wanted to punch herself in the face to check if it was a dream.

Reese fished in his pocket and pulled out a small object– a little die-cast car emblazoned with the number '02 and "Talladega Superspeedway." It was still in the box, and scribbled on the top of that box was a signature from Ricky Bobby.

"Holy fuck," Nonia gasped, holding the toy car gently in both hands, admiring it. She just acquired a new prized possession. "Reese, thank you so, so much!! This is such a sweet gift, I'm…I don't even know what to say."

Tell him you love him, her inner voice said, but Nonia knew not to go that far. Instead she placed the gift on the counter and stared at it in admiration, then flicked her eyes up to Reese. They were certainly full of hearts and stars and glittering with enchantment. She had her elbow on the counter and face resting in her hand, and she could feel the heat coming from her cheeks.

"You don't have to say anything, darlin'," he replied with a grin, knowing how happy this made her. "I also wanted to ask you somethin'."

Nonia nodded, her chin still resting in her hand, that infatuated smile still on her lips. "Ask me anything, Reese."

For just a second, Reese seemed to become…shy? He reached behind his head and scratched his hair, eyes avoiding hers, then finally meeting them. 

"I was, uh…wonderin' if you'd want to go out later. When your shift is over. We can go grab somethin' to eat, go for another drive, get drinks…whatever you wanna do. If you want to, that is."

Now both of them were blushing. Nonia nodded furiously, her long hair going flying. "Of course!! Oh my God, yes!! All of that and whatever you wanna do!! Yes!!"

"Good," Reese said with a smile, seemingly relieved. "Alright, what time you get off work?"

"Let's see…it's 5:32…I get off at 7:00. Mind picking me up just a few minutes early?"

He chuckled. "You really that anxious to go out with me? 'Course I'll pick you up early."

Nonia couldn't stop smiling. "Okay, cool!! I can't wait!!"

"Me neither," Reese replied, heading for the door. "Alright, see ya at 7:00, darlin'."

"S-see ya!!" Nonia called after him as he exited. She heard the powerful engine of his Chevelle start, and sighed contentedly as it drove off. 

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♤♡ Dandelion Wine ◇♧

Summary: A drink with Kaeya and a forgotten wallet leads to some late night fun with a certain Calvary captain and Bartender.

Warnings: smut, 18+, Minors DNI, mentions of gagging, degrading kink, oral (male and female receiving)

A/N: oooh a steamy night with two pretty boys, how funn~

highly recommend listening to Desert Rose by Lola Zouaï while reading this

also, this is Kaeya x fem reader x Diluc, none of that Alabama shit

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

The bustling sounds of the tavern and heavy scent of wine swarmed ur senses as u entered through the door.

Taking a look around, a familiar red-head caught ur eye. A smirk slowly growing on ur face as u walked over to the bar. Slowly lowering on the barstool beside kaeya as u kept ur eyes on diluc.

Before u could say anything, kaeya cut in,“hello darling~ fancy seeing you here.” Slowly swirling the glass of wine in his hand.

God those hands, sinful thoughts fill ur mind as u stare at his slim fingers. Your eyes slowly crept up all over him, admiring his beauty.

You were so captivated in thought, that you hadn’t noticed the two pair of eyes scanning over you.

“My eyes are up here cutie.” Kaeya smirked. You blush in embarrassment, quickly switching your attention to Diluc, to ease your flustered state, much to Kaeya’s dismay.

“Can i get a glass of dandelion wine please?” Diluc gave you a small nod before speaking, indulging in the way ur dress just looked a little too tight.

“Here you go.” Diluc said, sliding the glass of ever recognizable wine towards you, looking you up and down before giving u a wink. Kaeya was not pleased.

Throughout the night you chatted away with Kaeya, while Diluc made sly remarks whenever he passed by.

It was already way past 12 and the tavern was going to close soon. As you called over Diluc, asking for the bill did you pat ur pockets.

Shit. 

You didn’t have ur wallet.

Kaeya gave u a weird look as u frantically started muttering against your breath. Only getting louder as Diluc slid the bill infront of u.

You took a deep breath and spoke with caution, “Uhmm..So, I forgot my wallet, sorry. Is there anything i can do instead?”

Diluc’s eyes darkened, a look you’ve never seen before. He glanced at u, than slowly to Kaeya, before shifting his gaze back to u.

Diluc sucked in a breath before asking, “Anything?” 

“Anything, I swear.” You responded, not seeming to read the room.

Diluc hummed at ur response, slowly considering his options. He slowly leaned over the counter towards your left, his face inches apart from yours. “How about u treat me and Kaeya to some fun?” He purred into ur ear with a smirk.

Your face flushed a deep red, trying to process what he had just said. Not noticing how Kaeya leaned into ur right. He slipped his arm around ur waist, hand resting on ur thigh as he whispered,

“C’mon darling, won’t u treat ur captain?~”

You jumped in surprise at the sudden voice, face getting much redder than before. Glancing between the boys before Diluc spoke once more “Stay after I close the tavern, trust me.” He winked as he stood back up, walking away.

Kaeya gave u a small peck on ur cheek, as his voice was laced with seduction, “Just wait for us, you can do that can’t u?” You gave a weak nod before he sat back down on his stool, “Good girl.”

As time went on, people slowly started filtering out of the tavern. With every person that left, ur nervousness grew. Keeping ur head down, trying desperately to drown the small knot in ur stomach with all sorts of alcohol. 

When the last person finally left, and Diluc locked the door, did u spare a glance in his direction.

As soon as you turned ur head, Kaeya swept towards you and pulled u into a swift kiss. His lips were soft and the kiss was messy. His right hand slowly travelled up to ur hair, as his left caressed ur cheek.

Being so caught up with Kaeya, u hadn’t noticed Diluc walking towards you. He snaked both his arms around ur waist as he started to nip at ur neck. 

Letting out a small gasp, Kaeya slid his tongue in ur mouth. You let out a small moan in delight as his tongue explored. Which only prodded him on, sighing into ur mouth as you each fought for dominancy. A battle in which he easily won.

As Kaeya broke away from the kiss, leaving u breathless, gasping for more. He grabbed ur hand and dragged u upstairs, Diluc following close behind. Kaeya motioned to the locked door to the third level, as Diluc took the hint and unlocked it. 

No one’s been able to gain access to the third floor. It had a big, soft looking bed with a couch and kitchen not too far away. Honestly you thought it looked very homey, almost forgetting your situation with the sense of coziness and comfort it gave you.

You snapped out of it in an instant when Diluc quickly pushed u over and onto the bed, throwing the sheets to the side as both men quickly made work fo ur clothes. Practically ripping it off u until u were left in ur undergarments. 

Both of them admiring ur beauty in silence as u felt ur face slowly grow pink, unused to the attention. Diluc finally broke the silence, whispering. 

“I’m not one for physical contact but I want every inch of u on me, such a pretty thing u are”

You gasped in embarrassment, quickly shutting ur eyes, covering urself with ur hands. Before feeling a cold pair of hands on yours, slowly opening ur eyes do u realize who those hands belonged too. 

Kaeya quickly threw ur arms to ur side, leaning down near ur neck and sucking on all your sensitive spots, knowing exactly where would drive you wild. 

You let a small whimper escape from ur lips, which only made him suck harder. Only breaking away for a second to say,

“Darling ur so gorgeous, no need to cover up~”

You slowly hummed in response before feeling a second pair of hands grasp at ur hips, lifting u onto Diluc’s lap. Feeling the large bulge underneath u made u try to move for even the slightest bit of friction, but Dilucs hands kept a firm grip on u, refraining them from moving as u whined in response.

While Kaeya was in front of u, making quick work with his mouth. Marking u in every visible spot, he started at ur neck and slowly made his way down.

He placed his hands at the back of ur bra, slowly looking up to u for permission. “Is this alright?” As soon as u nodded, in a blink of an eye the piece of garment was thrown off and lost somewhere between the silk sheets. 

Diluc removed one of his hands from ur waist, slowly trailing down to ur clothed clit. While the other gripped ur throat. You threw ur head back with a moan as he started rubbing up and down ur dripping folds.

Kaeya, following Diluc’s lead, pulled off ur panties. You let out a small gasp as the cold air hit ur heat. Taking the opportunity, Kaeya shoved his digits into ur mouth, looking at u while speaking with a demanding tone. 

“Suck”

You quickly obliged, sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Satisfied, Kaeya slipped them out of ur mouth, a string of saliva trailing behind as he slowly stroked ur now throbbing pussy, teasingly. As u let out small moans, begging him to pick up the pace between moans, “Ngh!….Kaeya-ah~……p-please, faster…” 

To which Kaeya chuckled “Now aren’t u such a little slut huh? Begging for me to fuck u aren’t u?”

As much as his words were degrading, it only made u want him more.

You let out a loud moan as u felt two cold fingers slip inside u, curling into u as they pumped in and out. The freeze feeling quite different to your burning body, that only grew hotter by the minute.

While Diluc turned ur head towards him, admiring how ur mouth widened , how ur eyebrows scrunched, the way ur eyes were filled with ecstasy, trying so hard to stay conscious, oh how he could’ve just gotten off by ur face. 

Grabbing the back of ur hair, he roughly pulled u in. Surprised at first, but u quickly leaned into his lips. The kiss was heated and aggressive yet sweet and caring all at the same time.

He pushed his tongue against ur lips, asking for an opening. When u refused, he took his empty hand and slid his fingers into ur clit. Letting out a loud moan of surprise, he slid  into ur mouth while his fingers worked quickly next to Kaeya’s.

With four fingers curling and scissoring u, a warm knot started forming in ur stomach, asking for a release. “I-I’m…I’m gonna c-cum!…” you chocked between moans. 

As soon as the words left ur mouth, right when u we’re on the edge, the boys swiftly pulled out their fingers and shoved them into ur mouth. 

Whining at the emptiness, as u sucked their fingers dry. You glared at the boys, frustrated for not letting u hit ur high. Diluc glanced at ur pouty face, letting out a sigh before speaking “C’mon now, we’ll make it up to. So stop pouting gorgeous.” 

You huffed in response before letting out a small yelp as you’re tossed over onto your knees and elbows. Kaeya, now standing in front while Diluc slowly kneeled behind u.

The confused look on ur face was quickly replaced with a look of blissful joy as Diluc grabbed ur thighs and started slowly licking your heat.

You threw ur head back and looked behind u at the sight, Diluc staring at u, humming in delight while his tongue worked wonders. Exploring ur walls, hungrily eating u out as if it’s his last meal.

Ur mind was in a haze before u felt a hand grip ur chin and face u forward, coming eye to eye with the mess in Kaeya’s pants. He quickly strips off his pants, leaving him in his boxers with a bulging tent poking through.

As he removes his boxers u stare in awe at his long member, twitching and throbbing, longing for ur touch. Kaeya tilted ur head up with his fingers as he commands u to open ur mouth while he slides his twitching member in. He sucked in his breath and u started kissing the tip, taking a long lick from the bottom of his shaft to the top. 

He knew you were teasing him, looking down to see your innocent gaze through those lashes as you slowly wrapped your mouth around his tip. Swirling your tongue, you could already taste the pre-cum. Kaeya threw his head back, letting out a groan and you started bobbing your head, stroking the rest with your hand.

Kaeya however didn’t feel like it was enough, he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he slammed ur head against his dick. You let out a chocked sob as his cock repeatedly hit the back of ur throat. Tears of pleasure slowly flowing down ur cheeks, whines and moans spilling out of your lips as bits of saliva seeped out of ur mouth.

You suddenly let out a loud whine as Diluc pulled away from ur slicked heat. His face was covered in your juices, giving a small smirk as he began tugging down his pants. His member bounced out as he let his clothing pool near his feet.

He slowly teased u by pressing his dick against ur wet clit as u bucked ur hips backward, looking for any sort of friction. 

Diluc chuckled, “such a pretty whore aren’t u?”.

You were about to protest when Diluc rammed straight into u, filling u up while stretching you out. The air knocked straight out of ur lungs as u gaged a moan around Kaeya’s cock. 

Kaeya groaned from the vibrations coming out ur mouth, grabbing ur hair and rutting his dick towards u. Diluc on the other hand let out a long sigh as ur walls clenched around his twitching member.

His thrusts were deep and hard, nails digging into ur thighs as he he pounded into u, letting small words of pleasure slip past his lips. While u moaned against Kaeya, causing Kaeya to make his own grunts and groans.

Being penetrated on both ends made the knot in ur stomach grow once more, before u could pull of Kaeya and warn Diluc, ur legs started shaking as u reached ur release, cumming all over Diluc while ur mind started getting clouded and hazy, it all felt like such a bliss.

You rolled ur head back, eyes slowly fluttering as u made the most exotic noises Diluc has ever heard. Causing him to push into u faster while he chased his own release, pounding into ur sensitive clit.

You bobbed ur head faster, swirling ur tongue more, Kaeya’s dick hitting the back of ur throat every time. Looking innocently back up at kaeya as if u weren’t taking him all in ur mouth. The sight itself mixed with ur tongue caused Kaeya to buck his hips forward and let out a loud groan as he released into ur throat.

You swallowed every last drop as Kaeya pulled away to look at u, admiring the way ur lips were swollen red, how the purple marks tainted ur fair skin, finding ur tear marks oh so pretty, “such a good little slut~” he purred while holding ur chin up with his finger.

Mean while Diluc’s thrusts became more sloppy and aggressive, nearing his high. Moans and grunts getting louder, turning u on even more on with his words, “yea…i’m gonna fill u up good baby”, “ur loving this aren’t u, me pounding my seed into u huh?” He thrusted into u as far as he could before releasing in you so deep you could feel it seep into your womb

Resting his arms next to ur sides as he stood there slowly coming down from his high. He slid out of u, while you whined at the sudden movement, still sensitive from ur orgasm. 

Making Kaeya and Diluc chuckle at ur helplessness.

Diluc stood up and walked towards a drawer on the left. As Kaeya’s hand drifted upward to cup ur cheek, sweeping away ur tears as he pressed a kiss to ur forehead, “You did such a good job for us darling” he murmured.

Diluc returned with a fresh pair of clothes for himself and u, before looking towards Kaeya and nodding towards u. Although the gesture was small, he caught on, picking u up in his arms and walking towards the bathroom, sitting u on the counter top as Diluc drew u a bath.

When the water was warm enough, Kaeya lowered u into the large tub. Careful to not hurt ur sore body, than slowly lowering himself behind u. As Diluc climbed into the tub infront of u while ur back was towards Kaeya’s chest.

Diluc worked on massaging ur thighs to relieve any stress or tension while Kaeya started washing ur hair, slowly combing though ur scalp. Having both the boys pamper u caused u to sigh and lean back in comfort.

Relaxing into the warm water that engulfed u like a blanket, the scent of roses and sweet honey filling ur nose as the two pair of hands cleaned u up. Leaving small kisses and whispers through out the procedure. 

The sound of their voices, mixed with the massaging slowly started to lull u to sleep, wishing u could just stay here for ever with the two of them. 

But sadly all good things come to end as Diluc drained the bath and hopped out, Kaeya following suit, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before slowly lifting u out of the tub and wrapping u in a towel of ur own.

Sitting u down on the bathroom counter while Diluc left to get the spare pair of clothes. You jumped  when Kaeya snaked his arms around ur waist as his head rested on ur shoulder. Giving small pecks on ur neck while murmuring sweet nothings until Diluc walked back in with clothes.

You jumped down from the counter forgetting all about ur legs, as soon as u hit the ground u wobbled. Kaeya and Diluc each quickly grabbed an arm, steadying ur legs before putting u back on the counter with a sigh.

Diluc shook his head before looking at u, speaking in a gentle tone, “Princess, we cant’t have u hurting urself okay? please be careful.” Slowly trailing off in the end. 

The boys quickly dressed u, being careful not to move around too much as they put u in a pair of boxers and an oversized dress shirt. 

Diluc awed at ur small figure in his clothes, noticing how the sleeve ran way past ur fingertips, or noticing how the collar was much to big. Either way, he still found u absolutely gorgeous. 

Your eyes started to slowly flutter as ur body was exhausted, the boys seemed to notice as Diluc picked u up bridal-style. 

Taking u back of the bed, he lowered u onto the white mattress, making sure ur head was on the pillow. Grabbing the silk blanket, he draped it on top of ur figure before he slowly climbed in, while Kaeya climbed in from the other side.

As soon as ur head hit the pillow, ur eyes were already shut. Your mind hazy as u feel diluc wrapping a hand around ur waist, while Kaeya snaked one around ur chest. Leaving small kisses in the crook of ur neck. Both boys engulfing u in their warmth.

Sighing, u breathed a small goodnight before drifting off to sleep, basking in the comfort, much to tired to even think of the coming morning.

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Kinktober Day 20: Sex Pollen

Brian Thomas X GN!Reader afab

[Warning: riding, creampie, sex pollen, language, if you are a minor DNI]

[AN: I vaguely remember an anon telling me they wanted Brian today bc it was their birthday so happy birthday anon that had me put Brian here! Idk where you are but lots of love to you on your special day! 1065 words <3]

Kinktober Masterlist

They were such pretty flowers, in fact, you’re looking at them right now as Brian grips your hips, eyes half lidded and head thrown back as you grind against him while your knees dig into the couch.

They’re an assortment of wildflowers, ones the two of you decided to pluck while scouting the area for any interlopers. Kate, Toby and Tim aren’t here right now, in fact, that’s what led the two of you to where you are right now.

“Oh dang, Reader, look,” Brian said with a large smile as he veered off the beaten path to a patch of sunlight where beautiful wildflowers had sprung up. They’re yellow and pink, some of them with just a touch of blue and purple. White powder dusts them with the faintest of pearl pink. They glisten softly in the sunlight.

You turn your attention over to the patch of flowers that Brian is so enamored with. “Wow,” you say with budding surprise as you begin to walk over to him. “Those are gorgeous! You recognize them?”

Brian shakes his head as his gloved fingers gently touch the petals. “No, not really,” he replies. It’s odd because he loves botany, and the two of you are currently in his home state. He knows everything about Alabama. To see flowers he can’t name is an oddity.

“They’d look pretty in the temp house,” you say as you crouch down beside him.

Brian turns his eyes over to you. “Huh, you’re right,” he agrees.

After plucking just enough flowers to make the kitchen table pretty, you catch a whiff of a beautiful scent. It’s heavenly, like an amalgamation of all your favorite sweet scents. You sniff it out, following the scent with a brow raised until you find you’re back at the kitchen table.

Brian, who had been sitting at the table working on forgeries looks uncomfortable, a thick blush on his cheeks as he writes faster and faster. You notice that pearl pink dusting has spread over his cheeks and the tip of his nose ever so slightly.

“You okay?” You ask as you draw nearer to him, head clouding with that heavenly scent.

“Fine,” he bites back.

You blink, feelings clipped for just a moment. You take a seat across from him, the dust from those flowers finally dusting your face as well. “You don’t sound fine,” you grumble.

Brian sighs deeply and rubs his face with his hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologies. “I’m just… It’s nothing,” he attempts to shrug off, his forgeries growing sloppier.

You attempt to listen to his rambling, your own body growing warmer and warmer. “Yeah, whatever,” you mumble, your heart starting to race.

An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you, your eyes trained on one another burning with lust.

It was mere moments later that the two of you were lurching over the table, hands clawing for the other, clothes strewn about the room and his cock sliding into you as you straddled him on the couch.

“What’re you looking at?” Brian’s hazy voice asks as his thumbs rub small, loving circles on your hips.

You blink away from the flowers and roll your hips against him. You’ve just let him sheathe himself in your dripping cunt, and you’re already denying him pleasure. Instead, you grin and rest your hands on his chest. “Don’t worry about it,” you say, voice low and sultry as you begin to wiggle your hips on his cock.

Brian chuckles breathlessly. “Then get to it.”

You take in a sharp breath before tensing your thighs, lifting your cunt on his cock. You can feel him pulsing, his own cock dripping and just waiting to fill you up. A hiss escapes your lips as his tip rests just barely inside of you. You catch Brian’s hazel eyes, pupils blown wide open as you finally fall back into him.

You moan out loudly and throw your head back. “Fuck,” you rasp out as your thighs tense again.

Brian’s teeth grit as you bounce on him, moans escaping his lips as his face turns redder than a tomato. His hands start to move you up and down, balls tightening. He wants so badly to release inside of you. Faster, and faster still.

You clench your cunt around him as breath puffs from your chest. Your hands are digging into his chest now, thighs starting to burn as slam down on his lap and swivel ever so slightly, adding to the pleasure. Everything feels heightened - the feeling of his long, veiny cock brushing against your cervix, how the precum beads and pools inside of you, his skin against yours, it all feels heightened. Almost overwhelming. Your breathing picks up even faster as you slam down on him.

“You gonna cum in me?” You egg him on as you roll your hips against him.

Brian hisses and bucks his hips upwards, the feeling of your cunt fluttering around him making him warmer. “F-Fuck I just might,” he growls. “Your body feels so good-” he rasps out, hips still pressing upwards to meet you, his balls just barely smacking against your ass due to the force of him rutting upwards.

You giggle and press down on him harder. “Let go,” you rasp out, “let go!” Your eyes flutter shut as your body begins to pulse, electricity running through your veins sprouting like roots and taking hold of the most pleasurable parts of you. He’s barely even touched you and you’re already creaming rings around him.

Brian throws his head back and slams you down on his hips, your body digging into him as he cums load after load into you, a guttural, breathy moan leaving his lips as his nails dig into your hips.

You grind against him, your hand reaching down between your legs to play with your clit and heighten the feeling. Your body spasms again, another smaller orgasm rippling through your cunt and pulsing around his cock, liquid waterfalling down your legs - it’s a mixture of your slick and his cum. Your chest rises and falls dramatically. “Is that all you’ve got?” You teasingly ask as a draft comes through the window, sending more of that euphoric pollen to dust both of your faces.

Brian grins and sits up before flipping the two of you, your back digging into the couch. “No, not by a long shot.”

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k 

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress. 

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George. 

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction. 

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out. 

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good. 

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still. 

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal. 

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully. 

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire. 

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation. 

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it. 

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip. 

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him. 

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events. 

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked. 

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned. 

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you. 

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. 

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it. 

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer. 

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about. 

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him. 

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening. 

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you. 

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this? 

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off. 

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought. 

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench. 

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice. 

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you. 

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him. 

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated. 

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body. 

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested. 

“Just tell me.” 

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best. 

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath. 

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock. 

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior. 

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen. 

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.” 

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you. 

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face. 

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin. 

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away. 

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you. 

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear. 

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans. 

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs. 

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms. 

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting. 

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart. 

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you. 

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own. 

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now. 

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot. 

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder. 

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time. 

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you. 

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit. 

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple. 

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you. 

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him. 

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss. 

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off. 

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body. 

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust. 

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself. 

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours. 

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down. 

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it. 

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp. 

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.” 

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head. 

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning. 

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you. 

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him. 

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly. 

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get. 

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on. 

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in. 

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars. 

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity. 

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body. 

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time. 

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm. 

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough. 

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust. 

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse. 

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in. 

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot. 

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear. 

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin. 

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode. 

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt. 

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present. 

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you. 

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place. 

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink. 

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence. 

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you. 

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. 

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose. 

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

[reids-rendering-reality]

Guys My Age

Summary: Y/N is the newest addition to the BAU team and Spencer appears to have taken a special liking towards her. The only problem is, he thinks he’s too old for her. However, that’s all about to change when they share a hotel room.

(A/N: I’m such a sucker for the hotel room trope so I combined it with two of my other favourite ideas: Spencer being older than the reader and catching her doing yoga)

Type: fluff + a sexual innuendo or two

Warnings: dirty thoughts, insecurity about age, age gap, anxiety, yoga?

Word Count: 2.1K

Spencer Reid’s POV

I pulled the handle of my satchel over my shoulder as I sighed. It was a very long day in a small rural town somewhere deep in Alabama. Everyone else had gone back to their hotel room, besides Hotch and I. There was just something about this case I couldn’t get out of my mind. The feeling of being so close to the final piece of the puzzle, as if it were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t grip it. Yet I had to let it go for the night and get some rest. The much needed REM sleep could give me an entirely new perspective on this problem to me tomorrow. At least that’s what I hoped.

On the walk to the hotel room I was getting increasingly nervous, the more rooms I passed in the hallway. This small hotel did not have enough rooms to accommodate the whole team separately. They only had four rooms for the seven of us. JJ and Emily had immediately paired up, just like Rossi and Morgan. And Hotch being the team leader took the single room. Leaving me with our newest and youngest member, Y/N.

It’s not like I didn’t like her. That’s not what it was at all. Just, she made me a little bit nervous. She was so beautiful that sometimes I couldn’t get out any words around her. And that says a lot because I always have something to say. But as cheesy as it sounds, in some moments there is not a single fact that I can recall. 

But the elephant in the room demands to be heard. She is younger than I am. And that by a lot. By exactly ten years and three months. That appears to be a lot. I don’t really know why, but that bothers me. We are both adults, but because of social conventions at our age, I feel as though it is inappropriate. Yet if I were 60 and she were 50 or I was 80 and she was 70, no one would even blink at the gap. Yet because we are young it matters. I feel sad when I think about it because I like her a lot. And when we talk I don’t notice the age gap. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say that it wasn’t even there at all.

What surprised me as I was having these thoughts and neared the room was the fact that I actually considered asking her out. Since Maeve I have not been on a single date. And who said she would even be interested in anything beyond a casual friendship or even colleagueship with me? That’s not even considering the amount of courage it would require for me to tell her. But it’s not like that would be a fruitful endeavour.

And that was the last thought I had before I reached the door to room 179. A prime number. Prime numbers would be my lucky numbers if there were such a thing.

As I rummaged around my pockets and satchel for the key card I noticed the sound of music coming through the door.

“Gotta thank him he’s the reason

That I’ll find what I’m looking for.”

I heard a woman sing over the sound of an electric guitar. I still hadn’t found my key card.

“Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me.”

My movements stopped when my brain registered the lyrics. Guys my age…?

“Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good.”

My breath hitched and I gulped, key card in hand. Did she mean that? Could it be possible that she would be interested in someone ten years older than her? The feeling of hope was beginning to form in my brain, scenarios of what could be clouding my vision. But they were quickly pushed aside by a dark storm of self-doubt. Because most people don’t listen to lyrics as closely. The lyrics to a song don’t mean anything to them. Did they mean anything to her?

I realised I had been standing in front of the door for way too long and gathered all my confidence to go inside. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. After closing the door behind me and tucking away the key card into my bag I turned around for the first time.

There she was. In the middle of the room in front of the two twin beds on a yoga mat. Her front leg was bent as she stretched her back. She was only dressed in skin tight pants and a matching bra that complimented the way her body was contorted. The soft light from the night lamp next to one of the beds made her skin glisten just noticeably as if it were glowing. I could feel my eyes widen as I my brain finally added up the pieces of what I was seeing.

“Oh, hi Spence!” she said gleefully turning her head towards mine, “I was feeling a little tense after sitting in that conference room all day. I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t even bother to attempt to talk, I could feel how dry my throat was and how my lips would not listen to any command I would’ve given it. So I just shook my head and pulled my eyes away from her as she moved her upper body towards the floor, holding herself up by her ellbows. I walked towards the beds in her general direction trying not to notice how gorgeous her ass looked now that her body was turned away from me. That I even had that thought surprised me and caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face in that moment as I loosened up my tie. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, my attention drifted back to the song.

“Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back”

There was nothing in that moment that could keep me sane. My wildest dreams could have not come up with this scenario. It felt utterly unreal.

As the song ended I saw her change positions again from my peripheral vision.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” she said while turning the music down.

I noticed panic begin to fill my brain. She wanted to have a conversation.

“I um- it’s been kind of a long day,” I said and cleared my throat, while deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to turn around towards her.

“Have you been at the station the whole time? You must be exhausted,” she responded and continued when I didn’t answer, “I thought you could show me that show you’ve been gushing about.”

How was this real life? My brain began to lose control of my executive functions as my body turned around to face her. She was now sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of her, her hands wrapped around her feet as she looked up at me. The low-cut top she was wearing gave me a perfect sight into the curves of her-

I dared not continue that line of thought, already flustered enough as it is.

“Really? You’d be interested in watching that?” I said and blinked.

Her lips spread into a smile, twinkling her eyes, “Yeah, of course. The way you described it makes me really curious.”

“We could watch an episode or two before going to sleep, if you want.”

I just had to take this chance. Even if I could only begin to have a friendship with her, I wanted to be close to her because for some odd reason, I couldn’t bear to admire her from afar.

So not long after, I was setting up the odd hotel room tv to watch the show. It took me the entirety of her taking a shower so that I was only standing back up when she was walking out of the small bathroom in a white bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled up at me as she walked past me, her hand brushing my arm so casually that I questioned whether it actually happened. 

I hesitated again before sitting down on the bed. Was she going to get dressed in front of me? Because no matter how much my amygdala wanted me to see that, my frontal cortex wasn’t going to allow it. I forced myself to look through my satchel in an attempt to find a distraction as I waited for her next move. But luckily, she didn’t tempt my brain too much into overdrive.

I felt as if there was a higher power not willing to spare me for the night when she came out of the bathroom a second time, now something someone might call dressed. She was in a loose light coloured satin pyjama set that showed off her legs perfectly. And as if that were not enough to torture me for the night, she joined me on my twin bed with her bag of chips.

“I hope that’s okay with you, then we can share snacks,” she said so innocently that I almost believed it. But I could still hear the song ringing in my ears and I noticed her eyes take a short glance down at my lips as she said it. I was almost convinced that I wasn’t imagining things.

What really sealed the deal was that I noticed her scoot a tiny bit closer to me every once in a while. At first I could only feel the warmth she radiated, but after about 30 minutes I felt the bare skin of her arm against mine. My breath quickened, which I was sure she had noticed.

I knew the episode off by heart. Which was to my advantage because then my brain could run in a speed that I could barely follow. I tried my hardest to calm down a little bit, which was hard when I could feel the movement of her body as a whole-hearted laugh filled her throat.

“Y/N,” I whispered with all my courage. It was so low that I almost thought she wouldn’t hear it, but she turned her head towards me her eyes following a few seconds after.

Her eyes met mine and it was like I could feel my neurons firing electrical signals throughout my entire body. And just like that, in one swift movement she had grabbed my face by the back of my head and pulled me into her lips.

That was the first time that night that my muscles began to relax as I eased into the sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. It was as though I was beginning to lose myself in the kiss, all insecurities about her feelings towards me or my inexperience gone.

When she ultimately pulled away and rested her forehead against mine, we were both panting gently. My whole body felt warm with the feeling of her breath on my skin and her hands still in my hair. I didn’t dare open my eyes, still afraid that I would wake up from this idyllical dream.

We both didn’t know what to say as we pulled away further and looked at each other. I wanted to say something, to let her know how I felt, but once again, my brain did not follow my commands.

“Did you know when you kiss someone for the first time it causes your dopamine levels to increase for a short period of time? It also makes your heart rate and the oxygen supply to your brain to raise,” I heard my voice say in something between a whisper and my normal talking voice.

“For the first time, huh?” she grinned a little at me.

I reached for her hand and gently took it in mine. I moved her palm over my shirt to the centre of my chest. I could feel my heart race through her hands and I know she could feel it too. She looked up into my eyes again with a look on her face that told me all I needed to know.