#I bet it’s gonna be going until at least midnight

[strawburry01]

Her Majesty

Ford Pines x Reader

Summary: A bunch of lil blurbs about your time with Stanford. All fluffy sweet stuff to make up for whatever comes next.

A/N: thanks for all the love guys! I hope you all appreciate these little snippets to make up for me missing sometimes :)

The next time you and Ford walked into Greasy’s Diner, you were holding hands. Everyone was nudging each other’s shoulders to look. They’d been waiting on this moment for a while, silently betting and gossiping on what your relationship was. The sweet waitress Susan paid for your brunch after insisting making the pancakes in the shape of a heart which caused Ford’s face to redden.

Your VCR tape library continued to grow as did Ford’s notebook collection. He kept saying he would build another real house for you both eventually that could fit everything you both needed.

You wrote back to your sister about how you were finally dating a guy and she responded back with endless phone calls until you eventually answered. She didn’t believe you until you put Ford on the phone to prove he existed.

On your first-year of dating anniversary Ford got you a new camcorder. The newest the town’s Radio Shack had at least. You got him a new Casio watch. One with the little calculator on it.

Many nights were spent with you having fallen asleep on top of Ford as he was reading a book. He didn’t dare move you.

You brought home a cat one day you found in the forest. “We need a pet” you insisted. Ford quickly informed you that it was a baby cougar.

Ford eventually told his brother Stan that you two were dating. He never told you how Stan responded, but he didn’t know you overheard him on the phone saying, “I can’t believe she’s with someone like me,”.

You and Ford always had strained relationships with your parents so you never felt a strong urge to introduce each other to them. When your grandma passed away though he flew back to the east coast with you to attend the funeral. He teased you about the science fair and soccer trophies in your childhood room when you two spent the night there.

On your third year anniversary you two went into the larger Oregon city of Portland for the night and went to an expensive dinner. Afterwards you two went to a midnight showing of 2001: A Space Odyssey.

You both mentally kept track of the overall wins and losses of your daily chess games.

He preferred coffee, you preferred tea.

Whenever Ford would put on one of his nature or paranormal documentaries you’d always wrap yourself around his arm and fall asleep immediately. The European narrators just lulled you straight to sleep.

Ford nearly tore your ear off when your earrings got stuck to his magnet-ray. He apologized profusely and bought you new earrings to make up for ruining yours.

You insisted on going out to the town fair and got him dancing with you when the band starting playing on the last night. You were both buzzed off of beer and cider and couldn’t stop laughing and bouncing into each other.

Everyone in town knew you as the two scientists outside of town, and everyone knew how much you two loved each other.

You both said ‘I love you’ for the first time when star gazing

Hope you enjoyed! Think of this as part 2.5 I guess? Whatever is next is gonna hurt the feelings I’m sorry but I can’t help it heeheehhehehe.

Update: here it is

[mncxbe]

bsd men and what they do for christmas

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: sfw/nsfw/ severe brainrot♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

can I just start by saying that this man has never celebrated Christmas properly so he's so excited to spend time with you

Dazai prefers to keep things simple: homemade dinner and then watching a movie

you're supposed to open the presents in the morning but he isn't patient enough. the moment he sees them under the tree you so kindly decorated a few days ago he has the biggest smile on his face

"come on bella you don't seriously want to wait until morning. how could you do this to me? you know how curious I am"

you end up opening the gifts that night. he's gonna loves whatever you get him really but his heart literally melts if you knit him a scarf or write him a letter. dazai's a sucker for self-made gifts

the only appropriate way to show his gratitude is to bend you over and fuck you nice and slow, your face mushed in the cushy pillows on your shared bed as he takes you from behind

"there you go pretty girl. my, my I'm starting to think this pretty pussy of yours is my favourite gift so far"

you can bet he wears a santa hat

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

he'd take you out to the most expensive restaurant in town for a proper meal

after that, if you find a rink that's open on Christmas eve he takes you ice skating (totally not an excuse for him to hold your hand)

once you get home you cuddle on the couch while watching a generic movie like Home Alone. it's always the classics I'm telling you

he has a fireplace!!! and insists on opening the gifts next to it

among other stuff, he gets you Christmas themed lingerie and makes you wear it in bed. cuz after all, you're the best gift he could ask for

forget about baking him sweets, the only dessert he wants is your pretty cunt. he's gonna eat you out for what seems like hours, making you cum on his tongue at least two or three times before he even thinks about fucking you

"shiit baby you look so pretty like this. you like it when I spoil you rotten don't ya? I bet you do- oh fuck yea cum f'me doll"

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

hubby's busy even on holidays

he probably has to attend some obnoxious event and ofc you go as his plus one

he's gonna spend all evening sulking and complaining about how idiotic the whole party is

by the time you two get home he's too exhaused to do anything but you may be able to bribe him to stay awake for an hour or two with some gingerbread

can I just say he'd probably get you the nicest gifts? i'm 100% sure he has a good salary so he can afford whatever you want. expensive jewelery or skincare? sure, no problem. a stack of books with those pretty decorative covers? fine again

he probably gets a bit tipsy on mulled wine so be prepared to hear a silly yet lengthy love confession before bed

falls asleep before midnight but he's gonna make up for it in the morning if you catch my drift

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

sweet baby's so anxious at first

he's never celebrated christmas before so he doesn't really know what to do. this whole idea is so new to him but he can't deny he loves spending time with you decorating the house

Sigma wants to try any tradition you may have; baking winter themed cookies, making crackers, watching a movie marathon

when it comes to gifts he doesn't really know what to get you so he ends up buying multiple things he thinks you'd like and he's so happy when you tell him you like them

cuddles cuddles cuddles all evening under a cushy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands

he'd look so cute wearing one of those reindeer headbands

if it's snowing, take him slow dancing in the snow or on a walk around town. he's gonna love the pretty christmas lights

[cas-kingdom]

I’m in love with your criminal minds Drabbles!! If possible I’d love to see some bonding between hotch and Reid’s sister <333

You sleeping in arbitrary places wasn't exactly a rarity around the BAU. Not quite yet an official member of the team—though somehow Hotch had enrolled you in some sort of experience programme you were pretty sure he'd made up for your benefit—you had to make do with stiff seats and tucked away corners on the daily as you waited for Spencer to finish his work. Surprisingly, the long days and even longer nights hadn't seemed to sway your wish to join the team just yet, though no one had placed any bets that it would.

Even so, said arbitrary places weren't exactly made use of at nearing midnight on a Friday. Having returned from Gideon's case just that evening, Hotch had sent everyone home with their promises of sleep before hiding himself away in his office to complete some work before the weekend. By the time he'd finished, the bureau had settled into the usual ambience consisting of the few late night workers and janitors.

He headed into the break room with the intention of grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and heading straight home, but the sudden sight of you and yet another of your arbitrary sleeping spots told him that might not be achievable just yet.

You were curled up on the break room couch, a stack of pillows under your head and what looked to be your brother's tweed jacket doing its best to act as a blanket. Hotch stared for a moment, concern slowly pushing away his brief amusement at the situation, and rose a brow when one of your eyes opened to stare at him.

"Hotch," you greeted, not at all groggily, which told him you probably hadn't slept.

Hotch put his bag down and seated himself on the end of the couch. "Y/N, what’re you still doing here?" he asked gently. He put a comforting hand on your ankle under the jacket and you sat up, tucking your frizzy hair behind your ears.

You yawned and shrugged. "Sleeping. Or, lying down, rather."

“I mean in the building." He smiled at your belated look of realisation. "Is Spencer still here?"

The expression on your face grew from tired to exhausted at the mere mention of your brother. Hotch sat back and crossed his arms, an instinctive movement when he figured some profiling may have to come into play. Those lines settled against his brow as he waited for your response.

You picked at a loose thread in the couch. “Playing chess," you said, then looked knowingly up at him. "I know what you’re gonna say, Hotch, but it’s easier to just leave him and let him do his thing. Gideon’s death hit him hard.”

Hotch nodded slowly. “I know. But what about you?”

“I don’t remember Gideon much.”

A corner of his lips curved upwards. Trust you to worry the least about yourself.

"I don’t mean that," he said gently, wondering how his next words would be taken. "Spencer has a tendency to forget about the people around him when he gets himself into one of these states. Now—" He pointed a finger at you before you could rise to your brother's defense "—that's not his fault, and he'll come out of it soon enough. But in the meantime, I don’t want you sleeping here until morning, Y/N." His fatherly instincts long having kicked in, his eyebrows rose in solemnity. "You need some proper rest in your own bed. The couch isn't going to cut it.”

You breathed a dubious laugh, still pulling at the thread. “Spencer has no plans on coming home tonight. Rossi’s already tried.”

“Then let me drive you home?" Your fingers paused and your mouth twisted in thought. Your face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but Hotch dipped his head enough to see your expression. He smiled knowingly. You didn't want to be alone. "Or…I can set up the spare room at mine?”

You peered up at him and for the first time he noted your level of exhaustion. Not only had you been kept physically awake by Spencer's turmoil, but your anxiety about the situation had mentally drained you, too. With your mother states away in a facility and your father completely written out of the picture, Spencer was your person and had been since he'd taken custody of you at four years old. When he wasn't himself, neither were you, and Hotch had always known it.

You took a second to respond, looking past him and out the open door for a moment before returning your gaze to his. "You don't mind?"

Hotch smiled and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. The end of your storm was near, he was sure.

"Of course not," he said. "You get yourself ready and I'll tell Spencer."

Criminal Minds Masterpost

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 1…part 10…part 20…part 30…part 40

“So…” T prompted quietly.

“So what?” Z glanced at him. “Are you up to something or just asking about a midnight snack?”

“I’m not—” T paused. “I’ll get back to you about that snack. But I’m not up to anything. At least not anything bad.”

“Oh no.” Z groaned. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not gonna like this?”

“Calm down, you’ve been begging for this.” T waved a hand casually. “Your parents get back from Aruba tomorrow evening, right? Now would be the perfect time to tell Tae about Olivia.”

“What?!” Z looked him up and down in confusion. “You told me to leave it alone. I could’ve been all over him this whole time?”

“Don’t you dare go all watchdog scary on my little brother.” T glared at his boyfriend. “I’ve had this little plan in the works. The whole week she’s here, she’d be seeing him all the time since he likes hiding from his parents, and it’d get really awkward if he rejected her at the beginning of the week. But now that she’ll be going back home tomorrow—”

“It’ll be the perfect time to let her down gently.” Z’s eyes widened in realization. “She won’t have to see him again until she’s gotten over him.” He grinned at T. “My boyfriend is such a genius.”

“Yeah, well,” T shrugged with a prideful smile, “I kinda treated this whole situation like a math equation. There were a lot of ways to resolve it, but there was a quick and efficient solution. It was super easy, barely an inconvenience.”

“You know, you’re really hot when you get all nerdy and smart.” Z said with a flirty smirk. “Maybe you can put on those glasses and tutor me somet—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever.” T pushed his boyfriend’s face away. “Gimme a sec to talk to him.” He approached the window where Taeyoung was staring out, seemingly deep in thought. “Hey, Tae-Tae. Can we talk?”

Taeyoung was quiet for a moment. “Huh? Oh, yeah sure.” He laughed. “Don’t mind me, I was having an existential crisis.”

“Okay, so these past few—you were having a what?” T paused.

“These past few what?” Taeyoung redirected the conversation. “You were trying to tell me something.”

“Oh right. These past few weeks, Olivia’s been hanging around here more often.” T started calmly. “I bet you noticed she was especially clingy to you this week while she was over.”

“Well duh.” Taeyoung shrugged with a mischievous grin. “I’m the cool older kid, the professional trickster, the master to her apprentice. She’s eager to learn which is great cuz I’ve been trying to teach her to head-butt for years.”

“Yeah that’s actually not the entire reason she’s paying so much attention to you.” T averted eye contact. “What Z and I have noticed that you haven’t is that this whole time she’s been…flirting with you.”

Taeyoung’s eyes widened. “She wha?”

“Olivia has a crush on you.”

Taeyoung’s entire face turned red as his body tensed up. He slowly started sinking to the floor.

“Oh, oh no.” T knelt beside him. “Tae-Tae? Speak to me, is everything okay?”

“What’s happening?” Z watched in confusion.

“I think he’s overheating in shock.” T started fanning Taeyoung. “Get an ice pack or he might melt through the floor.”

“좆됐어.” Taeyoung groaned to himself.

“Hey, watch your language.” T crossed his arms. “I have no idea what you just said.”

“I said I cannot believe I’m in the absolute worst possible situation in the universe.” Taeyoung refused to look at T. “I mean, that’s not what I said, but it’s still true.”

“It’s not all that bad.” Z sat on the floor and put the ice pack on his forehead. “You’ll let her down easy tomorrow and then she’ll go back to my parents’ house. You’ll hardly have to see her after that.”

“Yeah, well…that’s part of the problem.” Taeyoung sighed. “Aside from our little rivalry, I’ve always thought your sister was pretty cool. And lately we’ve been hanging out more and bonding and it’s been a lot of fun.” He frowned. “I’m really afraid my rejection could ruin that.”

“Awww, Tae—”

“What the hell, T?” Z interrupted. “You told me he’s good with this stuff.”

“Yeah, he is. At least I thought so.” T shrugged. “He told me about how he turns people down left and right at school when they confess.”

“I don’t care about those people.” Taeyoung whined. “I can reject them easily cuz I don’t know them so there’s no relationship at stake. Also because I’m incredibly charming, but that’s not the point!”

“I’m sorry, Tae, but we’ve gotta put an end to this now.” T nodded sympathetically. “She’s had her fun, but now you have to tell her it’s just not happening. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“Yeah, man, even before the crush she would talk about you all the time.” Z smiled softly. “I know you guys didn’t see each other often, but I could tell she wanted to change that. She always went on and on about how she missed hanging out and she wanted to play more tricks with you.” He paused. “Maybe that wasn’t before the crush…”

“Not helping.” T shot daggers at him. “The point is, crush or no crush, Olivia values your friendship, too. It’ll take a little recovery time, but I bet she wouldn’t want this to come between you anymore than you do. She’s pretty mature for her age.”

“You really think so?” Taeyoung looked up hopefully.

“I mean, probably.” Z shrugged. “She’s got plenty of school friends, but she doesn’t get along with most of them very well. They’re kind of fake cuz they know I’m her brother.”

“UGH!” Taeyoung groaned. “Not only is my own relationship with her on the line, now one of her only good friendships is at risk, too. Brilliant.”

“How are you so bad at this?” T asked his boyfriend. “Y’know what? Just go make us some s’mores. S’mores make everything better. I’ll handle this.”

“Yeah, that’s probably best.” Z got up and headed back towards the kitchen.

“You know what else makes everything better?” Taeyoung asked with a small smile. “Your hugs.”

“Awwww, Tae-Tae.” T opened his arms, and Taeyoung sat up to hug him. “I’ll help you figure out what you’re gonna say to her. We’ll stay up all night if we have to.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Taeyoung said quietly. “I really am just hopeless without you.”

“Awww.” T said again as they pulled apart. “You kind of are.”

———

좆됐어 pretty much means I’m fucked😅

[glitchyrealities]

Office Crush

Charles Boyle x Reader

smut smut smut, minorly unhealthy relationship dynamic and rampant saying i love you way too early but it’s charles so what are you gonna do

minors DNI

Charles looks away from the screen and rubs his forehead indignantly. This is the third stack of paperwork today, with no hope of respite. He zones out for a second, taking a moment to rest his hands.

"Boyle." Captain Holt's voice echoes, and Charles jumps.

"Yes, Captain!" His eyes immediately land on the pretty new face behind the Captain.

The Captain is speaking, but Charles is paying no attention. His eyes wander from your heels up to your stockinged thighs before he snaps himself back.

"Sorry..." he chuckles awkwardly, his face flushing red. "what was that, Captain?"

"I said...this is Y/N. She will be assisting you with the money laundering case. I won her in a bet with major crimes. She'll be sharing your desk until her things are transferred. I'm entrusting you to make her feel welcome while she settles in."

"Of course, sir. Anything she needs, I will be her man." He says quickly,

The Captain nods and returns to his office.

"Anything?" You quip with a raised brow, locking eyes.

"Anything in my power?" He says, unsure.

You giggle and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Charles is smitten. You're tall, beautiful, and intimidating. After a couple of weeks of working together, his little crush has only grown bigger. He's even bought himself a sample size of the perfume you wear.

You're not at your computer right now, and Charles takes the opportunity to admire your handwriting across the desk. While he's distracted, a hand clamps down on his shoulder.

"Boyle. Heard you've been working pretty well with my girl?" The vulture says, appearing behind Charles.

"Uh…your girl?"

"Y/N.  Just wanted to warn you that I'll have her back in major crimes before you can even finish this case, so don't go getting attached. I'm sure she's already bored of you."

-

Charles can't take it anymore. He's resorted to curling up in the corner of the storeroom with his papers. It's dark and musty, but at least here he can work. You're not an unpleasant deskmate, quite the opposite. That's Charles' problem- how is he supposed to focus with those perfect legs brushing up against his? Yesterday, you called him Charlie and he whined. He has to hide from you. He can't risk going full-Boyle and embarrassing himself beyond repair- especially if you and the vulture are involved.

His train of thought is interrupted by the door creaking open. Light streams in, and Charles squints as his eyes adjust.

"Charles?"

He scrambles to his feet, throwing his papers out of his lap. "Y/N, hey. What's up?"

She slips inside the door and closes it behind her, leaning back against it. The light disappears from the room, sealing them in darkness. "Are you hiding from me?"

"What? No! I love working in the storeroom, I do it all the time."

"Can you even see?"

"Not really."

"Why don't you wanna be around me, Charles? Did I do something?" You step closer to him, your heels give you a few inches of height advantage, and he has to look up to meet your eyes.

"No." He blushes. "You didn't do any-." His voice is weak and breathy, and you cut him off by pressing a kiss to his open mouth. He moves his hands to your body immediately, desperate for your touch. You run your hand over the tent in his pants and he whines, "I love you, I love you, please."

"You're so pretty like this, Charlie." You whisper, eyes fluttering closed as you meet his lips again.

The door flings open and you fly away from each other as light streams into the room.

"Oh, hey. What are you guys doing in here?" Hitchcock says, mid-chewing a sandwich.

The moment ends and the two of you collect the papers off the floor, make your excuses, and go your separate ways.

-

It's past midnight when you get up to pour yourself another glass of wine. You hear a quick knock and open up the door of your apartment to see Charles waiting for you.

"Why did you kiss me?" his expression is unreadable.

"Because I wanted to."

"What about the vulture?"

"What about Keith?" you ask, confused.

"He said you were 'his girl'."

"That's bullshit," you laugh.

"Really?" He says in a small voice.

"Really." You whisper as you lean closer to him.

Your lips meet and his hands find your hips, pulling you into him possessively,

Your hand shakily finds a surface to set down your glass as you pull him inside. He strips off his coat and tosses it somewhere. You push him down onto the couch and straddle his lap, running your fingers through his hair.

His hands find the edges of your robe and pull them down off your shoulders, exposing your little black night dress.

He gasps, bright red and breathless at having you so vulnerable. "Fuckyouresobeautiful" he whimpers, looking up into your eyes. You're rubbing your core lightly over the tent in his pants. He can feel your heat through your thin underwear and he can't help himself but buck into you.

" I want you to fuck me so bad, Charlie." You whine.

He flips you over onto the couch with ease, he's surprisingly strong. Now that he's in charge, he kneels in front of you, pulling your ass to the end of the couch and running his hands up your thighs searching for your panties. He hooks a finger under each side of the delicate lace and pulls them off of you before gently prying open your thighs to reach your pussy. He doesn't give you a second to think before latching onto your clit, lapping at your wetness like a starving man. His fingertips dig into your hips as he pulls you closer into him, lost in your taste. He won't let you go until he brings you to orgasm, worshipping you from his knees.

He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue.

You can hear him unbuckling his belt and hurriedly shuffling his pants down his thighs. He meets your eyes, silently asking permission. You pull him into a kiss and he sinks his cock into you, your walls stretching to accommodate every inch.

He pulls back from the kiss, tangling one hand in your hair and looking into your eyes.

"You feel so good..." he says between thrusts, "you're so beautiful..."

"Oh, baby." You whisper, running your fingers through his hair and wrapping your legs around his hips, locking him inside you. “I love you so much."

"You love me?" He whimpers, thrusting into you as you tighten up, gripping his cock inside of you.

"God, yes, baby. I love you."

"Oh...wanna get you pregnant so bad. So you could be all mine forever."

"I am all yours. I belong to you. No one else can touch me." You breathe into his ear.

He bucks inside of you, finishing hard. He melts against your body once he finishes, head resting on your breasts and bare skin glistening in the low light.

"Do you mean it?" He whispers against your skin.

"Every word." you whisper back.

[maria-eve-falcon]

I think she understood his anxieties, you can hear in her songs over the years and I think just from what we know of her as a person... I think she got tired of waiting for him to do something and decide what he wanted in his life... And you can say that him not deciding has to do with his anxieties, but I think she understood him and just waited as long as she could...

sorry I didn't answer early.. I had this answer in my mind but I was(am) to0 tired.

precaution : it's gonna be long and there will be out of this particular topic disclosure because idk why a box inside was opened by this

so.. while I get people when they say she waited too long (bit skeptical) we can't blame anyone (this is making me cry wow parasocial much?) and:

they both of mental issues as we know . god knows what was their position in times. normal people without any issues (almost everyone has issues cause 'perfect' is just not a thing) can't commit easily , famous people with issues having a hard time is really normal. commitment is big. it's not just a piece of paper (imo)

I can't blame joe at all here. cause look at the position he was in. his career kickstarted and he was with her. something very unsimilar with her other exes. so, he doesn't have a career close to the people that debuted with him / close to the time he did i.e liz debici (they won a chopard together ) . he doesn't have enough press (lmfao billy lynn had the record for most press(if not collectively) with him until recently ), nominations and stability what so far judging that he is a decent actor (you can disagree for sure but he IS a decent actor objectively (even when miscast) )

I understand he doesn't want fame and hoards of money doesn't mean he doesn't want a stable career ( while tay's is 740 million a year! that's a load even after paying for everyone and everything! (idk why I pointed this out) )(acting is not a stable career choice it self but I bet he wants to have some kind of stability before at least marriage) AND he has to calculate his every word and action since the beginning .

this is gonna sound mean but do you think tay's position screams suitable for marriage and babies? I'm sorry but she is the position (was before the tour too!) where she literally is on top of the world ! ( yeah I wrote this after the people's article so I'm angry) to get married now and gain a load of attention FOR IT, is sure to be overwhelming for an actor like joe who grew up pretty normal. posh , but normal. I'm sorry but she hasn't step down at all! (not her fault but.. not his either)

considering everything I just pointed out lame excuses (this is gonna get ugly so buck up) what about her picking fights? (when you are in love, you fight but don't pick them?! ) for example afterglow, false god. she even said she knows it's her fault but wants HIM to apologize first. (i'm a person who used to always apologize first and boy, at a point you don't care and distance yourself from those who keep making ya do that (that's how my rtl with my 8 year long bestie ended, fucking exhausting I tell ya) ) ALSO when SHE broke HIS heart first! sorry but my man is human!

ok , fuck all I said . even judging by ylm , I'm assuming with pressure to work on his career or not he couldn't read her mind cause surprise! he is human! they just needed to talk about where they were or what she actually wanted but clearly she didn't understand that.

also about letting go. do you really think a woman who is still writing songs about jm (something that happened 13 years ago) AND INDICATING ENOUGH THAT IT'S ABOUT HIM KNOWING WHAT HER FANS ARE LIKE , going as far to dress up like she was in the vma's literally a decade ago and announcing her new album on the bday of some guy's ex wife (who every one is done dragging for the last 3 years) on mtv music awards is letting go? that thing icked me soo hard . what is growing up is confusing to me since midnights announce. she needs to stop these little clues to diss people that are perfectly fine with their lives and don't care at all! it just shows she loves dragging things and can't let go or be cool about it after soo many years!(nothing else!) and worst part is she makes it obvious that it's about them. now it has come to the point where it is just a stupid topic for everyone to make fun of. her pain surrounding jm and kanye has been dragged for soo long by none other than her and her fans that either people just roll their eyes and move on or it's just a joke atp!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr : I just made 7 points of why joe might have not proposed to her and was stressing about doing so.

[oceansprompts]

marvel's midnight suns | misc quotes 2

You may have noticed that I mess around a lot…

What would you do in my position then, huh?

Since that’s ruined, I guess we can cut straight to the chase…

I’ve been retconned before, let’s do it again!

At least buy me dinner before you peg me like that…

It’s the best way to trick other people into thinking you have your crap together…

Says the poster child of heroism…

Hey, answer this for me. What does commitment mean to you…

But-and it’s a but-it’s scawy…

Sssh, it’s question time. Would you ever cut ties with me?

Your awakening ritual was admittedly… Simply put, how do you feel?

Will all my resources, all my gifts, I should’ve seen this outcome spelled out… but I… miscalculated.

Plus, it’s very comfortable. Assuming you choose a good fabric, of course.

Any side effects I should know about?

We can’t in good conscience send you back into battle…

You’re too kind. Besides, I think our mutual friend has done quite well in guiding you so far.

Shh. Just stand here with me a moment. I want to see if you can sense what I’m sensing.

My mind races with nervous excitement at the thought of stepping back into the great cosmic library…

Demons are, by definition, evil…

I wish I could have joined you at the lab…

But that’s a worry for another day…

If you think this source has got salon-sculpted facial hair and an ego the size of Montana, then you’re correct.

I fear he may be plotting against us as we speak…

I really need to double check my findings. There are a few more scrolls I should consult…

Part of me feels we should throw it into the Forge right now and wash our hands of it completely.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the direction my life will take if we survive your mother’s apocalypse…

Your continued confidence and honesty with me have rekindled…

Go on. To what genre am I most partial?

But I cannot shake the sense that life as I know it has changed for the worse.

Since the beginning of this crisis, my predictions have all been skewed…

“I’m wingin’ it. ”

Everyone’s on edge about it and that puts me on edge, ya know?

But I bet no one would notice if I like took off and joined Hydra or just, I dunno, disappeared.

How the hell am I supposed to live up to that?

I mean, look at you. You’re not intimidated by anyone…

That was an act of mad genius.

It’s gotta be done…

But it also really sucks.

All I can say is what I saw last night made me worry about you.

How do I honor him and still be truthful? It’s too many hands.

You think I need something a little more foolproof?

What does that mean? Some women are what?…

It’s gonna go like this: save the world, go home, give [someone] a big hug, throw a barbecue for the neighborhood.

I don’t know, you think, maybe he’d be able to do me a favor, after we save the world, I mean?

I see your “why” and raise you a “why not?”

Gorgeous, right? Even without the extra hell sauce, she’s a beast.

He, well, both of us just wanted to say thanks. Nice to feel useful, know what I mean?

I don’t know. I don’t want to mess up and disappoint anyone or worse, get someone hurt. I made that mistake once before and I have absolutely zero desire to do it again.

Will you be my Player 2?

What did I do to deserve all your confidence in me?

Don’t get me wrong. We’re a solid duo…

Like a car chase, but with horses. Did you ever drift a horse? maybe on a frozen lake or something?

I was going to say “a roller-blading mariachi band” but I don’t think mine compares.

No, in a car. You race through empty streets, pushing your ride as hard as it can take it…

We could start a weekly tradition. I make a mean carne asada.

With my parents gone, I had to grow up fast…

I know I can’t go home until this is over, but knowing doesn’t make it easier.

Well, does it even matter? I made a choice and the world paid for it…

Haven’t you figured it out? She doesn’t want to “win”.

It’s good. It’s really good, actually. If I can keep myself busy enough, I think I can keep the darkness at bay.

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 23: The Dunkel Clan Comes To Town

Zella pov

I hum as I help Alfred clean some dishes. "Sorry that me and Dick are staying here until the baby is born. But on the plus side, we didn't really plan a honeymoon anyway."

"Think nothing of it Mrs. Grayson! Besides......I really doubt ANY of the bat family will want you too far away right now. At least Master Bruce has the apartments renovated into one large one for a wedding gift for you and Master Grayson and it is already done.", he replies as he washes the dishes then hand them to me to dry. "Well Master Bruce and Mr. Kent's wedding gift. Having Superman doing the work makes it done faster and ensures that the work is done by the best."

"Just gives you more time to figure out where to have one if you want one.", Gus says as he takes the dried dishes and put them away. "And very true old friend. Clark gets a nice check he can save for a rainy day for a few days work. Wally also paid off the favor he owed me by helping those two with the apartment."

"All are very true.", I giggle as we work.  "So, you sold your old apartment?"

"I did. Then bought the building that is apart of the building of your place. Gonna open a cafe on the ground floor, have Lina work there. Us two would be having the two upper floors."

"That's not a bad idea Gus! You and Mrs. Grayson could have a book-cafe together!", Alfred says with a smile.

"That is a great idea Gus.", I say as I smile as well. "And sorry for making a midnight snack and a mess."

"Don't be!", Alfred turns to me with a mock glare. "Besides, that just means there are snacks for when the family returns from patrol."

We all pause as we hear barking and yipping.

"Looks like Cippia and Haley are having fun...it boggles the mind that anyone would hurt a sweet pup like her just because she is missing a leg.", I say as I hear them coming closer.

Awhile back, about a month ago, Dick found the poor girl when on patrol. We were staying with Gus and my sister for a week or two to get caught up with her life and mine. Then of course afterwards, Bruce insisted Dick, Aileen, Gus, Haley, Cippia and I move into the manor for the rest of the pregnancy. We couldn't exactly refuse the offer, the rest of the bat clan were very insistent as well. 

Aileen knows the family secret so no worries about her finding out. I personally think she has a crush on Jason who she is near the same age as. Gus was smirking when he told us her favorite hero was always the second Robin, then when she got older the Red Hood when he came on the scene. I think he and Alfred are planing to play matchmaker again. And the funny thing is, I think Bruce is encouraging them.

"Well Cippia never had a puppyhood so he is making up for it by being the best big brother he can for the little girl.", Gus says as he gets some dog treats ready.

I smile as I watch the two wag their tails as they gobble up the treats. "Good practice for when the baby comes."

"So Dick thinks that it is a boy still?", Gus asks as he goes back to putting the dried dishes back.

"Yes. Though I personally just want the baby to be happy and healthy.", I say as I hand Gus the last bowl then go to sit down. "And if they have powers, then I won't shame them for having them. I WON'T let them go through what I did."

"Well said.", Alfred says as he hands me a cup of tea. "Here, good for morning sickness."

"Thank you Alfred.", I say then take a sip.

"You're welcome, my dear.", he says as he and take a seat at the table with me.

"So......I heard Roy started a betting pool on the gender and whether they will have Dick's parents' names as the first name. Dick joined in."

"Why in the world would he do that? .............what did he say?", Alfred asks with a mischievous grin.

"He says boy and that the name of the baby won't be John."

"I did say we could name the baby after his parents depending on the gender.", I say as I take a bite of the cookies we made. "But he said he'd be fine with his father's name being the baby's middle name. So I made a deal with him. If he is right about it being a boy, he can name the baby. But if it is a girl, I name her, and I told him that she will have Mary as the first or middle."

"That sounds fair enough."

"Just wish I could get him to stop singing you are my sunshine to my belly every time he comes back from patrol, or even just being five minutes away from me.", I sigh.

"And if he isn't singing it, he's humming it......well guess we have an idea of the baby's nickname now.", Alfred says with a wry smile.

I just groan. "He's lucky he is cute....."

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Dick pov

I have a goofy grin on my face as I soar through the air.

"Hey slow down Dickwing!",I hear call from behind me so I stop on top of a tall tower.

"Ever since your wedding you been more annoying then normal.", Red Hood says as he lands beside me. "Poor Phantasma."

"Really? Why is everyone liking her more then me!?", I say with false hurt.

"Because she is better?", I hear the new girl 'Bluejay' reply. "I mean.......it's kinda obvious?"

"Remind me WHY  having Lina work under Oracle was a good idea again?", I pout.

"Because Nightwing,", Oracle responds with no doubt a smirk, "It wouldn't hurt to have someone trained to do my job if something happens."

"I thought Agent G was being trained?", Hood asks.

"He is, but he will be more kinda like Agent A but for the superhero team in Bludhaven along side Bluejay. He will also be more of a medic."

"Either way,  if Oracle or Agent A is sick, injured, or worse, we have some backups.", I say with a shake of my head. "B's idea.....one of his backup plans. Though I have to admit....this is a valid worry to have so."

Red Hood snorts. "We are NEVER telling him he was right....he won't let us live it down."

"Do I look like I want to deal with him being smug?"

"Hey Hood,", we hear Bluejay suddenly ask. "We still up for self defense training later?"

"Yeah we are."

"Good, we'll check in on you two later.", she says as she hangs up the comms.

"Self defense training?", I start to ask.

"Hey! Not training her to be like us, just enough to get away should something happen."

"But why with you? I.." I pause in speaking and start to smirk. "Aw. My little brother is growing up!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"YOU LIKE Bluejay!"

"W-What!? Are you insane!? Wait...what am I asking of course you are insane. But anyway! N-no I don't!"

"Well even if you don't I am pretty sure she does LIKE you.", I say as I sit on the ledge of the building.

"No way she does.", he sighs as he sits next to me. "But let's say she DOES like me like that......how are you so sure?"

"Hood.....she literally picked BLUEJAY as a code name......if that doesn't say she's not over done with her crush of the second Robin who now is Red Hood....then we need to have refresher lessons on your detective skills."

"Wait.......she had a CRUSH on me back when I was Robin?"

"Is that all you got out of what I just said?"

"I guess it is kinda obvious now that I think about it....what with the second half of Bluejay being...you know....Jay."

I smile but then frown. "We're being watched."

We go to stand up and when we do, we see a figure covered head to toe in black run across the roof then dive off.

"What the fuck!?", Hood says as we dive after but stare in shock at the figure's arm turns into a large hand to grapple around the rooftops.

"Well....that's new.", I say as we give chase. "Think we should call it in?"

"Nah, might be just Nighthound trying out a new form or something....what? If he can change sizes or add things, then why can't he be able to turn into a human form?"

The figure soon lands near the docks and runs into a abandoned warehouse and we enter.

"Where did he go?", I ask.

Suddenly, there are a bunch of figures melt out of the shadows and surround us. Some on the catwalks, others hanging upside down on support beams, and some blocking the door ways and windows. Even the skylights looked like it had at least ten surrounding each one.

"OK....safe to say...it's not Nighthound.", Hood says

I snort as I get my weapons ready. "Gee...who could have guess it wasn't."

"Yeah, yeah. Just call it in already."

"I am afraid you won't be able to.", we hear a voice from the darkest part of the building. "We need to get Phantasma's attention and what better way then having Nightwing follow one of us so we can have a chat."

And despite how cliche it is, a older man with what looks like a reverse of Jay's hair steps out of the shadows His green eyes the exact same shade of green as Zella's.

"So.....shall we chat?", he asks.

[mainstoryarchive]

Revolution - 51: Harmony

Translator: Creampuffs

Mao: ~♪

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Mao: ~♪

…Oh, Transfer Student. You didn’t head home yet? It’s already midnight, you know?

I want to practise a little longer since I want to make up for the time I lost last week.

We can’t win the “S1” if we’re not in sync with each other.

If I’m gonna do this, then I’m gonna do it with the intention of winning. Even if…

It means I’m facing off against the Student Council, I don’t think the Vice-President will complain as long as we respect the rules and give a fair fight.

In fact, he even told me to do my best when I said I was going off to practise with my unit.

I guess he doesn’t even see us as enemies right now~

We have a chance at winning, but there’s not a lot of time until the “S1” and our skills aren’t up to scratch, either.

This week, I’ve got to work hard like my life depends on it. Well, I bet I’ll just be destroying my body if I pull all-nighters and push myself too far, though.

I don’t really know how to stop when it comes to things like that.

I always thought I could handle myself pretty well, but I guess that’s not actually the case.

Subaru and Hokuto have already left to rest for tomorrow’s practice session. They made the right choice. There’s no point in working too hard.

But it’s only those with confidence who can leave their hopes and dreams to tomorrow.

A coward like me would only grow more anxious if I didn’t do everything I could today while I’m awake.

I don’t really know how to make use of the twenty-four hours everyone’s been equally given, but it looks like you’re the in same boat, huh, Transfer Student.

Ordinary people have it tough, huh~ Especially when there are people with natural talent around.

Well, I’m good at keepings things consistent, so… I’m sure things will work itself out.

The problem is Makoto. He can try too hard sometimes.

We’ve decided on a tracklist for our “S1” performance after taking your opinion into account.

There’s a total of six songs. Each of us will be the centre of one song.

The first song we’ll be performing is one of “Trickstar’s” existing songs. Each of us will get a turn in the spotlight for that one.

After that, there’ll be another of our existing songs, then the three new tracks from the Light Music Club… Those songs will focus on us individually.

The order goes Subaru, Hokuto, me, then Makoto. Makoto’s skills aren’t up to par yet, so he’ll be using one of our existing songs.

And if he ends up making a blunder, then… we should be able to turn things around by performing our new song together.

It sounds like we’re pampering or being extra nice to Makoto, huh. But he understands and also knows his skills are lacking.

And that’s also why he’s probably thinking he can’t afford to mess up.

He thinks that he’ll just be a burden if he ends up messing up even after we were so considerate to him. He thinks he’s not needed in “Trickstar”, and that he’ll just hold everyone back…

He’s felt that way before, so he’s got low self-esteem.

Makoto’s got a weapon and the qualities needed to be an idol. He’s needed in “Trickstar”, but he himself doesn’t believe that at all.

Mao: He’s a complicated guy. But that’s also precisely why we have to win the “S1”.

Winning will give him confidence. That’s what Makoto needs right now.

The road to victory will be hell, I’m sure – it’ll be one you can’t bear to watch. But we need to support him.

He’s insecure and inexperienced but he’s got talent. He shouldn’t cower away and stay in the shadows. He should be shining brightly on stage – or at least, that’s what I think.

It’d be great if you also felt the same way, Transfer Student.

…Oh, were you working on something? Sorry for making you chat with me. I just end up rambling~

What’s that you’re doing? Sewing?

Ohh. You’re making our outfits. You’re doing so many things for us, huh~

Thanks, but are you gonna make it in time for next week?

You’re working hard late at night to ensure you do, right? Sorry and thanks. I can stop the music if it’s distracting.

I’ve got the songs downloaded onto my device, so I can listen to them with my earphones. Well, it kinda gets in the way when I’m dancing, though.

…You sure? Watching me gives you design ideas?

Mao: Yeah? Then, I’ll keep dancing. Sorry if it’s annoying.

Also, give me a heads up if you’re going home. I’ll walk you. It’s pitch-black outside, so it’d be dangerous for a girl to walk home by herself, right?

We need to take good care of you. After all…

Subaru and Hokuto have been calling you “Trickstar’s” Goddess of Victory, you know?

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[notthatgirlfrcmculiacan]

||OOC: Not me over here trying to piece out the timeline of QOTS again to get a better perspective on how old Tere is. Gonna put it here cause I do this all the time on paper w/pen and always loose the info. So...

This is long, so putting under a read more:

Teresa is 8 years old when her parents are killed by the cartel. As someone raised Catholic, I would bet that was a First Communion ceremony going down when the cartel hit. Babies are baptized and then children go through First Communion at 7-10 years old.

At 15 she begins changing money in Sinaloa. At 16 she is running her own block on Calle Juarez in Culiacán, Sin. She does this for work for an undetermined amount of time later until Guero finds her. I've seen something saying she was 20 when they met, but I don't remember for sure. I think it was Jenny Lin - Alice's makeup artist on QOTS, maybe it's a detail from the book, idk. But we will say 20. Sure.

This is where things begin to get wonky. Because everything I've read says she is in her late 20s when the series ends, but hear me out, or rather just let me ramble cause no one's gonna read this probably. But her being late 20s isn't possible.

She's 20 when Guero finds her, we already discussed this. Brenda is there, they meet and become fast friends. Brenda talks about possibly being pregnant again. Okay, fine. There's a baby shower, again, sure. Fine, nothing to see here. Nothing odd yet.

Teresa remembers Brenda giving birth to Tony. She was there for that. She'd agreed to be Tony's Godmother at the baby shower. Again, nothing odd here. Except the fact that Tony was a 10-12 year old little boy when Guero was "killed" by Epifanio. So at the point of going on the run from Epifanio and meeting Camila, she is already 30. If she met Guero at 20, which I don't want to think about her meeting him much younger. Even at 18, she'd be in her mid-late 20s when she meets Camila.

But then! Fast forward some more. We find out that Tony is now 15. He's getting his learner's permit. That means that he's at least 15 and 6 months - At least that's the law in my state. That means that about 16 years have passed since the beginning of the series's timeline (her meeting Guero), which means Teresa is roughly 35/36 years old in New Orleans.

The show's timeline has always confused me though. Like it felt like she'd only been with Guero for a couple years at most, not nearly a decade, before Guero fucked everything up by stealing from Epi. I feel like the baby shower scene and the birth scene were added in after Tony's death to make it that much more emotional - also to make the she's his Godmother plot work better - she couldn't be his Godmother if she wasn't there when he was baptized as a baby. But I don't think Teresa was originally supposed to have been there for all that. I almost remember Brenda mentioning possibly being pregnant again, but I haven't watched Piloto recently. This would make more sense, for Tony to have already been born. But I just don't know.

I'm gonna go with the timeline of her having been there when Tony was born because I like that emotional connection. So by the time she fakes her death, she is in her late 30s. Which also matches more with Alice's age while playing Teresa - she did turn 40 this year.

Anywho, if you made it this far in my near-Midnight ramblings, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. XD ||

ETA: Also, the fact she went from morra to drug mule to international drug queenpin in the matter of 4-6 years when Camila said it had taken her and Epi 20 years..... nuts. Of course she had Camila's and James's help with learning the ropes and making connections, but still...

[always-andromeda]

Bar Hopping | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 805

Author’s Note | I’m on a liiiiiittle bit of a Joby kick right now…ngl…let’s blame that on those behind the scene tattoo photos.

Warnings | smut (MDNI), fingering, dirty talk, dub-con, use of pet names, nothing else I can think of!

You have no clue how Joby convinced you to do this. How he had you on his lap, practically molded to his body on the booth of the table. You aren’t the type of person who likes these displays of affection. Didn't like the vulnerability of making out in such a public place. It's nearly midnight, the late night crowd having long since passed through this off-putting place. Only a few stragglers line the bar, engaging in their own drunken conversation. But they're nowhere near enough to hear Joby’s words; his tone hushed as he delivers dirty sentiments.

“You’re gorgeous,” his hot breath fans across your neck, “Lucky I don’t lick you up right here…”

He sticks his tongue down your throat and you remember how he got you there. How he coaxed you up on the hill of his thighs and cooed that it would all be fine.

No one would see.

But they certainly have a chance of hearing him as he reaches a ringed hand between your legs, right up that skirt he’s been admiring all night.

Daring to make you really squirm, Joby brushes his fingers against the growing wet spot right at the center of your underwear. As soon as you feel the pressure, you nearly jump from your spot on his lap.

He's ravenous. But do you really want to entertain his boldness? Does he think he’s going to fuck you in this disgusting bar? Make you cum while sitting in a booth that reeks of cigarette smoke and old peanut shells? He must be out of his mind because, of course, all signs point to yes.

"Joby, not here." Your hand grabs his wrist, pulling his hand a little bit away from your heat. "Wait until we get home."

"Wanna fuck you now—" He slurs, forcing his hand deeper between your thighs, easily overpowering your own strength. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

If you looked up the term “sleaze ball”, you’re sure you would find his face. There’s his classic lazy smile. The one that tells you that he’s drunk off his ass and horny as all hell. It’s a blend that only turns the dial on his bullshit even further. He swipes his tongue over his lips, and drags your panties to the side. And you’re the definition of putty as you let him have his way.

He rubs two fingers across your folds, coating his fingers in their wetness before easing them inside you. They slide right on in until the warm, welcoming metal of his rings hit your lips. And just like them, you’re another one of his accessories, fitting snugly on him.

Then Joby fucking Taylor has the audacity to say, "Need to make you feel good..." as he rips a whimper right from your throat.

"Gotta keep quiet. Don't wanna get kicked out." He whispers, a smirk waiting at the edge of his directions.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your head into the groove beside his shoulder. With an open mouth, your teeth find the leather of his jacket and bite down hard just to hold back the desperate whines as he pumps wickedly in and out of your soaking cunt. 

Grateful that the shitty rock music at least drowns out the soft, wet squelch as he works, you can't help but wonder if the leather does that good of a job of muffling your moans. All you know is you can feel his long fingers ruining you in this filthy bar and your head is heavy from the weight of your alcohol. As the buzz in your brain and between your legs swirls together, your eyelids threaten to flutter closed.

He whispers, "You like that, baby girl? Does it feel good?"

Your approval comes out in a muffled whimper and your hand tightens on your grasp of the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, I bet it does. Good girl." He purrs.

Even while drunk, he manages to bring you closer to the edge than anyone else ever has. Has you humping—almost bouncing—against his hand and cinching your hold on his upper half, trying to use him to steady yourself for the impending quake. Your thighs shake; cunt clenches around his fingers. And with one last push into the meat of his large palm, you're releasing all over his hand.

You're not only the type of girl who will make out with her greasy boyfriend in a dingy old bar. Now, you're also the type who will watch her boyfriend suck her slick off of his fingers before washing it down with the last sip of his beer. And though you feign shame as you tuck your head deeper into the crook of his neck, secretly, you're the type of girl that loves it.

[totiredtowrite]

Can you write aizawa meeting denkis dad and like father like son is also a himbo?

Thoughtless Man - Headcanons

Warnings - Cursing

Note: Long headcanons? Long headcanons! Now I know what you're gonna say, "But Unavailable, the only two Aizawa works you have are headcanons!" and you are absolutely correct. My brain is going down the drain, I don't think I could pull another full fic out of my backside 😩. I did have fun with this though, the loose format of headcanons is a nice break from plot development in fics hehe

sorry it took like a week lmao

Male Reader

Tired hobo man oh noo

Aizawa is just a himbo magnet

This poor poor man istg

Anyways it's himbo headcanon time hehe

Different formatting 0o0

Meeting

You met at a typical parent teacher conference

Honestly Aizawa was hoping that you would be nothing like your son, but the universe has dashed his hopes once more

You seemed very respectful though, so at least you don't sUCK-

But anyways

You yourself aren't a hero, but you fully support Denki's ambition

Aizawa actually thought it was kind of endearing how much you wanted him to succeed

He'd casually slip something in like "Where'd he get his energy from" or something like that

And you'd just kind of chuckle and go "His mom. We split up though, so I try my best to deal with him :)"

CAUGHT HIS ATTENTION

You're single?

ohoho

Well that changes everything doesn't it?

No, actually, it doesn't.

He doesn't care.

Not now at least

Aizawa's Totally Heterosexual Panic

After the conference Aizawa was doing his normal stuff

Yknow, being tired and hating his job

Everything is as usual

Until you popped into his classroom??

You could see the question marks in the air

Naturally he's like "Oh Kaminari's hot dad why r u here?"

And you'd answer with something about needing to leave something for Denki

Because I can't think of a valid reason

PLOT PROGRESSION

You, being charismatic somehow coerced him into a conversation?

And you were actually really sweet and fun to talk to???

Panic frfr

As it turns out you're just oblivious and naturally good with people

If you aren't just pretend

So now the little fact that you're single is just CIRCLING HIS HEAD

Oh no, what will this 100% straight man do?

How This Disaster Relationship Happened

This man didn't ask you out he's too much of a pussy

He can handle literally anything but this

Villains? Yeah sure he'll beat their ass

Angsty teenagers with strong quirks? Yeah he's got it

Present Mic? Kind of-

But he absolutely will not ask you out first

How rude, you had to do it

You actually ran into each other at the supermarket

You, having a kid ykyk go to the store every now and then so you don't starve

And you saw Aizawaaaaa

And you basically just run up to him n go "Aizawa-san!"

Man was terrified

Basically you struck up another conversation

One topic led to another topic, and before you knew it, you said "Hey wanna get dinner sometime?"

He got sO REd

Ofc he said yes he isn't a loser smh

And BOOM relationship

How You Are As A Couple

Cuuute

Zawa is soft for you but he will admit it the day he dies

He doesn't have to admit it though

He's obvious frfr

Present Mic and Midnight tease him about it all the time

You're picking him up from work?

Bet ur ass they'll poke fun at him

They are actually happy for him though, the man needs some love

Aizawa is surprisingly affectoinate

He won't initiate anything though

He'll just kind of hover around you until you invite him to cuddle

man is hopeless

But now for the elephant in the room

Your son 0-0

Denki actually didn't know you and Aizawa were together until like 2 or 3 months after

Aizawa had left his keys at your place

And you figured "hey why not give them to him, it's along the way to my work anyways"

So you pull up to UA

Check in through the front (cause security ykyk), and head to his classroom

You open the door, say "hey babe you left your keys," dropped the keys on his desk, gave him a kiss on the cheek, waved to denki, and left

The chaos you just walked away from

"AIZAWA-SENSEI'S DATING MY DAD???"

Kirishima and Mina will not let him live it down

Denki totally calls Aizawa dad just to gauge his reaction

So much chaos I love it

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Not to be dramatic but I'd KILL to see your Sunny/Moondrop writings

You have no fucking idea how fast I hopped on this ask-

*warning, may contain big titty milf

"Mom! Mom! Look!"

You looked up from your phone at your son, who was holding up a rather adorable piece of art. It was him, and you, holding hands, COVERED in glitter glue. You chuckled, looking it over in your hands.

"Wow, when did I suddenly get a little Picasso in the family? Take it you're having fun, huh kiddo?"

"Loads! I'm gonna make another piece with my new friend!"

"Well good! But don't take too long, you know your grandma is coming over to watch you for tonight, and she should be here any minute."

"Oh! I'll go get started! Think I can make something good enough for her fridge?"

You patted his little head, getting a big ol' smile from him.

"I bet it will be. Hop to it!"

With that, he ran off, joining the other kids in the art area of the daycare. You loved your kid to tears, you really did. It's why you hated that he was the only man in your life. You didn't put too much responsibility on him, he was only five, but you knew he tried harder than most kids to impress you and care for you. You separated from your ex husband not long after he was born, and by now, you were over it.

Unfortunately, you weren't over men in general. In fact, you were pretty much on the prowl. He needed a new father figure, and you needed a proper lover for once. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on your side. Tinder dates stood you up, and all the dads here were unfortunately, very happily married. LOTS of dads here at Freddy's today, all sporting rings, and it made you pissed off like you wouldn't believe. 

"You better not skimp out on me tonight, asshole."

You muttered at your phone screen. You had a date set up tonight, and you hoped, prayed even, for someone normal, yet as needy as you were. You weren't asking for Hercules here, just. Someone who cared enough to give you something you needed, just for tonight. You sat there, fiddling on your phone, until your mom finally showed up. After a brief exchange, a few goodbyes, they were off. You were now (at least for tonight) a mother with no responsibilities. You were about to head off, when you got a text.

'He said he's missing his watch, and forgot it in the ballpit. Can you go check? He looks upset'

Of course. You thought about just buying another one, they were available at the front desk. But you knew he could tell. You sighed, before responding.

'Sure, I'll look. Tell him to just have fun in the meantime.'

You got up from your seat by the ballpit, before walking over to some employee, who was picking up trash.

"Hey excuse me? My son lost his watch, I think it's in the ballpit, I was wondering-"

"Ma'am, imma be frank with you. You can either go and buy a new watch, or go look yourself. I don't get paid enough for this."

You thought about saying something about such a rude attitude, but from the side eyes you were getting, you were one wrong word away from being another 'Karen' online. You sighed.

"Thank you."

Was all you could say. You looked at the entire play area, before groaning. Better get started.

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You woke up with a start. You jumped up a bit, realizing you were in the ballpit. You looked around, and realized the seats were empty. What time was it? You checked your phone, and your mouth went agape. Well into midnight, and your date was at eight o'clock. You checked your dating app, and sure enough, he sent you message after message, even tried calling you. You tried to call back, only for your phone to die right before you could manage.

"Oh no. Oh no oh no."

Dead phone, the place looked empty. The last you remember, you were looking for your son's watch. Somehow you were so tired, you just passed out in the ballpit. And that was just the last straw for you. You didn't even bother getting out of the pit, before starting to just cry into your hands. It was one thing after another lately, and this was the straw that broke the camel's back. It wasn't fair. You just wanted some well deserved attention and kindness and-

"Oh ho ho! Someone is up late! I-oh no! Are those tears? Friend, what's…"

You looked up, and screamed as you jumped back. In front of you was a tall, skinny figure, with a big, smiling face. He held his hands in front of you, crouching down a bit in an attempt to look smaller.

"Woah! Easy there! It's alright! I didn't mean to scare you! I heard you making noises, and I THOUGHT I heard someone crying! What's wrong?"

You took a second to inspect him further. Ridiculous striped pants, bells for his shoes, and a sunny disposition. Literally, given his actual sun face. He stood there, waving his arms side to side in a silly little dance. You sniffed, rubbing at your now probably ruined makeup.

"I was...trying to find something my kid dropped. And I guess I got tired and just. Fell asleep here. And t-then I missed my date and-"

"Hey hey hey! One thing at a time, sweetheart! Look,"

He held your hands in his, jumping a bit in place, as if he was trying to have fun still.

"Why don't you tell me what you lost first? Maybe I can help you find it?"

There was something...comforting, being reassured. The hand holding, the 'sweetheart'. It was nice.

"Uhm...my son dropped his watch. He put a sticker with his name on it, couple of stars I think?"

"Was it by any chance a freddy fazbear brand watch? The free ones you get at the entrance?"

"Yeah?"

He let go of your hands, before patting himself down, then digging into his clothes. He then pulled out EXACTLY what you were looking for, name and all. You gasped as you took it from him, amazed.

"You found it!! How?"

He shrugged.

"I find ALL kinds of stuff that kids drop. Candy, watches, socks, toys- and I bring it to the lost and found! Because lost toys make for sad boys and girls, and I will NOT have any frowns in my daycare!"

He clapped, still doing his little dance. It was such a small thing, a brief act of kindness. You jumped on him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He laughed, patting your back softly. It was an honest, happy cackle. He was HAPPY to get a hug from you.

"Oh! A hug! We LOVE hugs here! This is my first hug from an ADULT! It's weird. I like it!!!"

He returned the hug, spinning you around with surprising strength, before putting you on the floor, and letting go. He kept doing his little dance, chipper as ever.

"So, what else did you say was making you sad?"

You wished he didn't bring it up. It reminded you of your dead phone and your missed chance for drinks. Your frown returned.

"Oh I missed my date tonight, and I was looking forward to it. It's...been a while."

"Oh! Like a play date?"

You rolled your hands a bit as you thought of how to explain this.

"No. It's uh, a grown up date. You know, when adults get...lonely. So they uh-"

"Oooh! Grown up time! I see, I see!"

He cackled, wiggling his finger at you as if you said a naughty joke. He moved and flailed, as if he'd die if he didn't keep moving, and he was making the best of it.

"You...know about that?"

"Uh huh! I know ALL about kids! Including HOW they're made! It's in my programming! What's also in my programming, is turning frowns upside down!"

He did a handstand, before standing upright, and placing his hands at your waist. He then lifted you up as If you were nothing, before bringing you to the end of the room, and placing you down on a table. You looked around where he just put you, and realized it was sort of like the control center of the place, full of odds and ends, all sorts of buttons and levers. He closed the distance between you two, wagging a finger in your face. 

"Now, I know I can't exactly get you right to your date, but I CAN play some games with you to cheer you up! It'll be like one big slumber party! Then, come morning, you can go home! Whatever game you wanna play!"

"I'm...not sure there's any games that'll cheer me up-"

You turned, maybe hoping to find some kind of phone, before he grabbed your hand, holding it tenderly in between his.

"Oh please! One game! Please! If you don't have fun, I can just take you out of here! But I have to TRY to make you smile!"

Maybe it was the way he held your hand. Maybe it was the fact that your heart was yearning. Maybe it was just the begging and pleading that sounded so honest and yearning. But regardless, you knew exactly what kind of game you wanted him to play.

"Okay. We'll play a game. How about Simon says?"

"Ohh!! I LOVE Simon says! Okay okay, let's play!"

He jumped on the spot, giddy to play this game with you.

"Okay. Simon says, stand right here."

You opened your legs, and pointed right in front of you. He obeyed, standing in between your legs. He was a tall, lanky fellow, so he fit there rather nicely. He was sort of...warm too.

"Simon says, put your hands on my thighs."

He nodded eagerly, his hands planted on your thighs. Oh that felt better than you thought it would.

"Simon says...squeeze them."

He looked puzzled, before he obeyed. His hands squeezed at your flesh, and even through your classic mom jeans, you could feel his warm, firm hands. Oh it was perfect.

"Simon says...put your fingers right in here."

You tugged at your own pants, and he seemed confused again, before his fingers undid those pesky buttons, and slipped past the cloth, even past the panties. Oh he was right at your clit, he could make you cum in an instant, it'd be so easy. You looked away from his face, to where his hand was. You could feel your heart race in your chest, and it almost made you feel faint.

"R-rub it."

He didn't. You snapped up to him, seeing what was the problem, when he gave a mad cackle.

"You didn't say Simon says! Ha! Now it's MY turn!"

Oh. Right. You were playing a game. You sighed, before relenting.

"Okay, Simon says, gimme a kiss!"

You surprisingly had no problem with it. You grabbed onto his face, and gave it a kiss. And another. And another. You didn't know how many you gave him, you just knew when you finally pulled away, his face was just DECORATED in your red lipstick. It suited him. He giggled, possibly shy about the adoration on his metallic face.

"Woo! You were excited about that one! Simon says, gimme a hug!"

You didn't hesitate again, grabbing his head, and pulling his face right into your bust. You didn't mean to brag, but you were pretty damn lucky in terms of the chest area, so sunny boy had quite the resting place for his head. He looked up at you from your bosom, clearly feeling your affection.

"What a nice hug! Okay, gimme another kiss!"

You didn't give him one. He looked almost sad, before you chuckled, poking his forehead with your nail.

"You didn't say Simon says."

"Oh! Ha! You're GOOD at this game! Okay, your turn!"

You loved that smile he gave you. He was eager to do as you said, and something told you it wasn't just because it was a game.

"Simon says, rub it."

His hand hadn't pulled out of your pants, so there was no wait. You felt his finger tips rub at your folds, slowly, softly. Oh you could feel him smear your pussy juices against his fingers.

"Hey, it's a little hard to do with your pants in the way, can I take these off?"

You nodded so quickly, you swore you'd get a headache. He pulled down your pants, then your panties, until they hung around your ankles. He continued, running you in much larger circles. You held his head with one hand, keeping his face in your breasts, while the other held onto the hand that was giving you so much pleasure.

"Oh...shit that's it…"

"You're giving me such a weird smile. I've never seen this kind before. I like it!! You have a super duper smile!!"

You shrunk a bit as he not only kept pleasing you, but kept his face buried in your soft, voluptuous chest. His face didn't exactly scream emotions other than smiling, but you could tell he was BEAMING.

"You...don't mean that. You're just being nice."

"No I mean it! You have a super super pretty smile! I like this one MUCH better than your sad face!"

Oh no. That was so terribly sweet. You knew your face exploded in blush, and it was so embarrassing. He was talking so sweetly, he was being so gentle. He was the softest, yet weirdest lover you've ever had.

"I wanna make you smile everyday! In fact I think I know how I can make you smile more! You wanna see?"

"Please. Yes. Please show me."

He hummed a bit, two fingers threatening to push inside of you. Long, slender, warm. You knew they'd feel so good, curled up inside of you.

"On one condition. You gotta say I'M the winner!"

God that was weirdly cute of him. You nodded quickly, swallowing.

"You're the winner! You totally win! Just. S-show me how you can make me smile, please."

He gave a little victory dance upon hearing you say this, and lifted his face up to bump against your face, in some odd attempt to kiss you. His fingers, slowly, teasingly, pushed inside of you. Two, long digits pushed inside of your wet pussy, carefully stroking you, exploring you. You melted over his touch, head tossed back as they slid in and out.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever smelled. Like, better than ANY scratch n' sniff sticker!"

Oh it was so stupid, how special that made you feel. He nuzzled into you (much as his large head would allow), and you swore you heard him take in your scent. You didn't mind, not when he was going knuckle deep into you now. He was playing you like a fiddle, forcing you to make all sorts of sounds as his fingers toyed with you. Your wetness was so loud, only your moans compared. You felt his other hand under your shirt, slowly up your back, before hooking a finger against your bra. With one fell swoop, he pulled it right out of your shirt, catching you by surprise. 

"H-how did you do that?"

"Magic tricks! I'm VERY good with my hands!"

You felt his fingertips brush against that sweet spot, and you felt electricity shoot up your spine. You nodded quickly, blood rushing and head spinning.

"Y-yeah, you are, I believe it. You should uh, really keep showing me-!"

It was as if he read your mind. He was barely picking up the speed, but him massaging that spot was getting you there. You leaned back, having a death grip on his wrist as he kept, ever so slowly, pushing you further and further to that edge.

"Oh my god oh my GOD, keep going, I'm a-almost there, please please I NEED this!!"

You really did. It had been so long. Self satisfaction never gave you that same feeling. You needed another's hand. Another's body on yours. So close so close so CLOSE!

Then you pushed the button. It was an accident, you swore it was. But your hand pushed a button, and suddenly the lights went out, leaving only the big star nightlights above shining down on you both.. You were about to laugh it off, maybe comment about how it was romantic, when he pulled away from you, grabbing a hold of his face.

"Oh no. Oh no oh no!! Y-you turned the lights off!! You can't turn them off!!!"

He kept pulling at his face, screaming as if he was in pain. He kept backing away from you, and it was freaking you out. You were about to try to calm him down, when he suddenly walked so far back, he fell over the desk, and onto the floor. There was a grunt of agony, and you were honestly concerned. You were about to put your pants back on and rush to him, before you saw his face pop back up past the counter. Only, it wasn't him. His eyes were red, predatory. They scanned over the counter, before finding you. His voice wasn't soft or cheerful anymore. It was...sleazy, like a predator going after a younger, weaker member of a herd.

"Naughty, naughty girl...it's past your bedtime."

He jumped onto the counter. His pants were now littered with stars, looking like night lights. His movements were still giddy, but in a slower, more calculated way.

"Naughty girls get punished."

He leapt up from the counter, out of view. You looked around for a moment, trying to see if you could find him, before you suddenly felt yourself grabbed by him. One hand held your breast, the other went right between your legs. He snarled into your ear, and dear God did it make you wet.

"I've never punished such a pretty girl before. I wonder what sounds you make. I wonder how you scream."

His hand groped and grabbed at your chest, roughly kneading and teasing at your nipple through your sort of thin shirt. And his three fingers? Oh it was heaven. They were far from gentle, pumping in and out of you quickly, making such a loud sound as he stuffed your pussy with his fingers. And the sounds against your ear. The cackling, the snarling, the comments of you being a bad little girl.

"Oh someone wants to cum. You want to cum over these fingers, girlie? While I play with these, big, fat titties of yours?"

"Y-yes!"

Oh he was so rough with you. Holding you like you didn't have a choice. He growled against your skin so hungrily, you bit your bottom lip, oh so ready to be finger blasted into an orgasm. 

"Then say it. Say you've been bad, so I know you deserve your punishment."

When you didn't do it immediately, he pulled his fingers out, and smacked your sensitive clit, making you yelp far louder than you'd like to admit. He dipped four fingers into you now, stretching you as he went knuckles deep, completely stuffing your pussy with his demanding, punishing fingers.

"I've been bad! I've been such a bad little girl! I need to be punished! I need you to make me c-cum for you!"

"Then cum for me. Scream for me. Take me and your punishment."

Then finally. FINALLY. You came. You clenched down on his fingers as you spilled over the controls you were sitting on. He was relentless, fucking you through it. No matter how much you thrashed, no matter how much you screamed, he kept fucking you with his oh so talented hand the entire way through, and his other fingers dug deep into your tits. It wasn't until you were whimpering, that he stopped. He pulled out of you slowly, peering over your sopping wet, gaping pussy. Your head spun, your body laced with sweat.

"Open your mouth, take your medicine."

You opened your mouth, and allowed him to force his smooth, slender fingers into your ever eager mouth.

Best. Slumber party. Ever.

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You came here every weekend. Have been for about a few months now. You thought it was a one off, but it just. Never stopped. He listened to you, he complimented you, he gave you attention. Him being an animatronic was just uh...complication. A quirk if anything. But you weren't complaining. You were happy, and so was your little man. 

"Mom, do you think he'll like it?"

"Course he will, honey. He always likes your work."

You walked with your son into the daycare, and there he was. Doing a handstand, holding someone's toddler by his feet, clearly entertaining the kiddos. Then, he saw you. He immediately put them down, and walked over to you, clearly not thinking of getting back on his feet.

"I've been WAITING for you two! Running kinda late today!"

"A little artist just HAD to finish his drawing for you. Go on, show him."

He eagerly ran up to Sunny, who looked at the drawing. He whistled loudly, nodding, clearly impressed.

"For ME? oh you shouldn't have! I love it so much! You know what'd really make this POP though? Glitter glue! I just got some new colors today! Why don't you go check them out, champ?"

He patted his head with one of his feet, making him laugh. He looked at you with permission, before you nodded, letting your little rugrat run off to get his new shirt all dirty with crafts. Meanwhile, your little jester climbed up the bench where you sat, not ONCE letting his feet touch the ground.

"Hey! I missed you!"

"I was here last week, Sunny."

"Feels too long! I miss my favorite Simon says player!"

Making sure no one saw, you held his face, and kissed it.

"Don't worry. We get to play the game tonight. And I got a whole new bag of toys for you to play with~"

"I like toys. But I definitely like you more!"

So your boyfriend/not boyfriend was a robot. No biggie. You just knew that with that strap on in your extra duffel bag, you were ABSOLUTELY ready for your day to get a bit more...Sunny. 

[conretewings]

Younger Silco, Vander and Benzo Headcanons

(Header artwork by the wonderfully talented @thefutonhermit and used with permission)

I took a very brief break from writing to do something just for fun and to clear my head a bit.

So! I've been having some serious brain rot over these three, and I also absolutely cannot get it out of my head that they shared a place at some point in time and the delightful chaos that ensued with their varied habits and mannerisms. For your consideration:

Eating Habits:

Silco-

No one in the Undercity is a picky eater. Food is too precious

That being said he does have SOME standards

If it's still moving that's a hard no. He'll dispatch it himself if needed

Not a fan of especially spicy foods

Actually enjoys cooking and experimenting with spices and more complex flavors

Wishes the other two would eat slower to appreciate his efforts instead of just inhaling it

Secret sweet tooth. Has a hiding spot for any treats he gets so Benzo and Vander don't 'accidentally' eat them

Vander-

Connoisseur of just about anything. Even things he probably shouldn't be eating

"Vander those leftovers are no good anymore"

"I'll be fine!" (Is somehow miraculously fine)

Banned from cooking after the lobster incident

Tries to get as much protein as possible-gotta build those muscles

"Ya gonna finish that?"

Knows where Silco's stash is but resists the temptation out of respect and knowing revenge would be swift

Benzo-

His standards fall somewhere between the other two, between "Is that edible...?" :< and "Ooh is that edible?! :D

Is the reason they all eat semi-well due to his deals with traders and merchants and access to more and better foods

Will take turns with Silco doing the cooking

Has a more limited repitore but they're all not bad

Is the guy who'll just casually chomp into a hot pepper. Especially if a bet is involved

Fast food junkie

Also knows where Silco's stash is and is the reason it had to be moved

Sleeping/cleaning/etc. down below! :) ⬇️

Sleeping Habits:

Silco-

Light sleeper

Refuses to wear ear plugs out of concern for their place being broken into ('What if I sleep through it?!')

Long pants/long sleeve shirt or tshirt if it's hot

Tea (or whiskey if available) and some reading before bed

Has a ridiculous amount of pillows (and a knife under them)

Sleeps curled in fetal position or on back with arms crossed over his stomach

Talks in his sleep but it's never comprehensible

Vander-

Falls asleep quickly but tends to wake up several times a night

Would probably sleep naked if given the chance but wears boxers and sometimes sweat pants

Sometimes has a smoke before bed (blowing the smoke out the window after the others gave him shit for it)

Only uses a blanket if it's especially cold

Snores but not loudly-more of a snort

Will occasionally...*cough* relieve some tension to help himself get to sleep

Sprawls across the bed or lays on his stomach

Benzo-

Out cold and not even an earthquake could wake him

Sleeps in whatever he's wearing or sometimes nothing if it's too hot

Says a brief prayer for luck every night

Midnight snack king

Does this little squeaking, babbling snore (did not believe the others until Vander recorded it once to prove it)

Burrows under a pile of blankets

Starfish or side-sleeper

Hygiene/Cleaning/Clothing Habits:

Silco-

Is quite fastidious with his personal hygiene

Brushes his hair and teeth as best as possible every day and styles his hair carefully

Bathes or at least showers as frequently as resources and money allow

"Just because we live in a dumpster doesn't mean we must smell or look like it"

Almost fell asleep in the tub more than once

Has a prized bottle of very expensive cologne he stole from a shop in Piltover

Will steal or bargain for the best clothes he can get ("If you're going to command respect, one should look the part")

Vander-

"Eh, I bathed...a few days back. Just gonna get filthy again anyway"

Is the gremlin that stands outside in the rain with a bar of soap and calls it a day ("I'm savin' time and money washing m'self and my clothes!")

Has had to be coerced/threatened into getting in the tub

But once he's in there good luck getting him back out-he'll bring a beer or two and make a little party of it

One thing he's picky about; his hair. Likes to carefully comb and style it. One of his favorite features about himself

Goes for clothing that's hard-wearing and practical/easy to move in

Doesn't do much with the facial hair-keeps it from being too messy that's it

Benzo-

Bathes when necessary "Like a normal person!"

Often the one who has to clean the bathroom when the others forget/refuse

Always uses his favorite spice-scented soap he trades for and will not share

Constantly has hangnails

Puts work into keeping his facial hair styled how he likes

Also likes to keep his style practical and more simple but likes to add some embellishment when able

Has a rubber duck he absolutely refuses to admit to having

[glxssylaufey]

disobedience [tom hiddleston]

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summary: stepdad!tom hiddleston x reader; both you and your stepdad awkwardly cross paths at a late night party, sparking a night to remember.

warnings: smut (18+), minors DNI, stepdad kink, age gap, slight voyeurism and degration, smoking marijuana, drinking

a/n: this is just gonna be a quick drabble, so i’m sorry it’s short :,) this is terribly written!! but this fic does include a reader with a stepdad kink so if that doesn’t float your boat then please don’t touch! 𖠳 (all characters are over 18!!)

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the one rule that your mother gave you that you seemed to remember before you left was to be home by ten

now this isn’t because you made sure to be home before the clock struck ten, not at all

the clock was actually leaking past midnight at this point

the only reason you could seem to remember this rule your mother gave is because of what followed after

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.”

now this seemed perfectly normal, right?

not under these circumstances

buried deep in the party, you sat with your distracted friends where you rolled yourself a joint

you felt your fingers freeze their movement, struck with shock

what your mother said rang over and over in your ears

“your father is working late tonight. i would hate for him to come home worried about where you are.” ???

your whole world seemed to move in slow motion as you and your stepfather Tom locked eyes from across the crowded room

your heart raced as you watched him, his piercing gaze refusing to leave the sight of you

it took you awhile to process the fact that there was also a nameless woman laying shamelessly over this lap

her legs hung lazily over his while he rubbed her legs slowly, his long finger massaging her sweetly

the woman placed open mouth kisses all over Tom’s neck, gaining a small gasp from him

yet his eyes remained on you

shit.

his eyes remained on you.

it wasn’t until then you realized you sat there in front of your stepfather, rolling a heavily packed joint

you knew you’d be in deep trouble for this one, after all the rules your mother had also given you about no drugs

well at least you remembered that rule eventually

you finally break the eye contact, cracking under the older man’s intimidating gaze

when you drop your eyes you discover that the mystery woman is palming Tom through his trousers, his painfully hard cock straining against the fabric

you swallow hard at the sight, squeezing your legs together to trap the sudden head that was escaping

why were you feeling this way?

it was wrong!

Tom’s gaze never left you, his ocean blue eyes blown dark with lust

taking a deep breath, you look back at your stepdad with shaky posture

his disapproving look was easily replaced with a cheeky smirk

he looked devilish with his taunting grin, his fingers still tracing over the woman’s skin as if to tease you impossibly further

you glared back, a rush of confidence surging through you

two can play that game, Tom.

you carelessly continued nearly rolling your half finished joint, eager to finally get your much needed relaxation

lining up the edges of the rolling paper, you glanced back up at Tom who’s eyes were still glued to you

poking your tongue out, you allowed the tip of it to gently glide across the paper

you locked eyes with the older man, teasingly licking edge of the paper

Tom’s face has fallen back to a scowl

he suddenly squeezed the woman’s thigh, causing her to playfully jump in a small fit of painfully annoying laughter

god, you hated him

but fuck, you really wanted him.

you pretended not to notice as you looked away to grab your lighter

igniting the end of the joint, you took a long drag before blowing a large puff of smoke into the room

you were satisfied completely with his reaction

Tom suddenly rose from his seat, scooping up the woman who was clearly upset about being interrupted so abruptly

after setting her onto the floor, he quickly straightened himself out before cocking his head towards the bathrooms, giving you a clear signal

oh boy.

you told your friends you were making a quick trip to the bathroom before hastily making your way over to search for your stepdad

just before you were about to start thinking he left, Tom suddenly yanked you into a close bedroom

he quickly locked the door behind him, sufficiently locking you in

you suddenly felt small, Tom taking long strides to you

“y/n.” he spoke sternly. “look at me.”

obeying, you bring your eyes to look up at him

your facade of confidence seemed to hiccup under his judgment, making you panic

“you cheated on my mother.” you said shakily

“what do you care?” Tom spat back “you have no respect for her anyways, breaking all her rules.”

you wince at his words slightly, making the tall man smirk

he loved the control he had, like he had full authority over you

“i knew you would, anyways.” he growled with a sinful smile, making you shiver

“i knew from the moment i met you, your innocent little girl act was complete bullshit. i was right about you all along, darling.”

“out at parties, way past your curfew, getting high and god knows what else! you really are a bad girl, y/n.”

Tom’s words sent chills down your spine and sparks through your core

“no, i’m not!” you argued, backing away from him

Tom mocked confusion as he walked until your back hit the wall

“oh, no? you’re not, huh? then what exactly were you planning on doing tonight, little girl? get high off your ditzy little head, then what?”

you froze, fumbling in your head for an answer

tom scoffed pridefully when you remained silent

“no answer, y/n?” he coos condescendingly

“were you planning on finding some puny college boy to try and fuck you?” he whispered in your ear, making you shake

“n-no!” you swore

“don’t lie to me. i bet if i touched you right now then you’d be dripping, you whore.” he groaned before nipping your earlobe

you bite back a moan, arching your back slightly

“go ahead, little girl. you wanna act like a grown woman? show me how grown you are, baby girl.”

[mercy-burning]

Fake Fiancée

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer is left waiting at a bar when he gets in some trouble, and meets a woman who offers to help him out in more ways than one.

Category: SMUT (18+)

Warnings: Language, virgin!Spencer, car sex/exhibitionism, handjob, brief mention of edging, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation kink, minor voyeurism kink, dirty talk (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Word Count: 7k

MASTERLIST

NOTE: Hi, there!! Most of you have been extremely excited about this one since I shared the idea for it a few weeks ago, and so I’m glad to finally get to release it for you!! There’s a playlist here for you to check out if you’d like some ~vibes~ and over on @mercy-midnight I shared a few visual inspirations last night, so check them out if you want! Thank you for all your enthusiasm over this fic, I hope it lives up to your expectations!! 🥰

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I've always loved the rain.

And it was definitely going to rain soon. How soon, I wasn't entirely sure, but as I made my way into the bar, taking one final breath of fresh air before it would inevitably be taken over by alcohol, greasy food, and way too much cologne, I could smell it. Cool and fresh, waiting to serve as some type of fresh start, to wash away all the hard shit and give me a clean slate.

The gaudy ring on my finger was one of those hard things I wished I could wash away. At least, it had been for a long time. Patrick never asked for it back after he left, and I'd had every intention of pawning it off, but I started noticing—after a few nights out where I'd tried to get hammered and nailed—that it scared everybody off.

I guess no one wanted to fuck a married woman—and a drunk married woman at that. Even if she technically wasn't even married anymore. Which I found all particularly odd considering my experience with men in the past has proved to provide me with extremely low standards.

It'd turned out to be a blessing in disguise, though. Sure, it might have taken me longer to completely get over Patrick and the mess he left me, but rather than losing myself in the lonely company of strangers, I forced myself to reflect and move on, to take each day in stride and take time for myself. Could I have just taken the ring off and gotten laid? Absolutely. But being on my own like that was the wakeup call I didn't know I'd needed.

And now, almost a year later, the ring sat tucked away in my jewelry box until I wanted it— usually when I knew I was going to the bar with every intention of getting hammered and not nailed. There were the occasional persistent players, but they were few and far in between, and if all else failed I resorted to smiling sweetly at them and lying, saying my "husband" was a cop. That shut them up pretty quickly, and by that point I was ready to leave anyway.

Like I said, blessing in disguise.

After a long day at work being called in on a Saturday, a few drinks at Waterson's sounded like a perfect way to end the night. I'd gone home, showered, ate dinner, and got dressed before taking a walk down the block and crossing the near-packed parking lot. The air was quite muggy despite it only being around forty degrees, which was the first indicator of rain. The second was the smell, of course, which I'd always been fond of, and the cobbled pavement had some type of haze around it that served as the final confirmation of my theory.

Honestly, I was hoping to get caught in the rain on my way home. I couldn't tell you why, exactly, just that the idea of walking home in the rain gave me the most excitement I'd felt in a long time. Life was great at the moment, of course, but between work and my less than ideal commute there on the train every day, I think I was due for a little excitement.

That excitement, naturally, started once I opened the door to the bar, taking a step inside and quickly being smacked in the face with the smell of fried everything. A small smile crossed my lips as I went in further, jumbled conversations, glasses clinking, and music humming softly behind the sharp snaps of pool balls being shot forward with the cue completing the picture.

I walked up to the bar to find Carla standing behind it, and I smiled at her. "I didn't know you were working Saturday," I called to her as I approached.

The brunette looked over at me and beamed, her teeth as perfect as ever. "Y/N, I didn't know you came in on Saturdays! How've you been?"

I took a seat at one of the barstools, nodding as I set my wallet and my phone down. "Alright... Work's a bitch, of course, but when is it not?"

"Yeah, I hear that. There's only so much relentless flirting I can take." We shared a good laugh at that before she nodded. "What can I get you?"

"A beer?"

"You got it."

I turned around then, surveying tonight's crowd. Waterson's was decently sized— definitely not as big or popular as the other bars in the city, but it got enough traction on the weekends, and even on Tuesdays when they had open mics. As my eyes wandered, they passed over all kinds of people. Women in tight clothes and men all over them, large groups of friends over by the pool tables who were betting and yelling with large smiles on their faces, old men by themselves in some of the tucked away corners... Anyone you could think of, name it and they were there.

One scene in particular caught my eye, though, and I thought about leaving it alone, but my gut twisted when I noticed how obviously uncomfortable the person was and how there was no one around who seemed to care enough to say or do anything.

Sitting alone at a rather large table was a guy who... no offense to him or anything, but he didn't look like he belonged here, not alone anyway. With a formal button-down short sleeve, meek stature, and a pair of glasses sitting atop his nose, he was an easy target for the two men that were towering over him as he sat, eyes averting them while they conversed. It could have been nothing, but occasionally the man in the glasses would flinch or look around nervously like he was waiting to be rescued.

Not that I wanted to rescue anyone or anything tonight. But he reminded me of someone being stood up, and from experience I knew how embarrassing that was, especially in a space crowded with other people who could obviously see what was happening to you. I hated Patrick for standing me up time and time again, and it wasn't until this waitress once intervened and offered some advice that I started to understand just how fucked up it was. That didn't make it hurt any less, of course, when he inevitably said he was moving across the country and dropped divorce papers on my desk at work, but still... The talk gave me some clarity.

Whether or not this man was actually being stood up or not, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable, and I figured he could use some help.

And I had just the plan.

I watched the scene until Carla came back with my beer, at which point I turned to her with a smile and got money from my wallet.

"Hey, could I get another?"

***

"No, you specifically told me 8pm..."

"I'm pretty sure I told you 9..."

I sighed, glancing around briefly at everyone and everything around me before speaking again, almost yelling into the speaker over all the noise. "Maybe you meant 9, but you told me 8, so I'm here. Alone!"

"Hey, look, I'm sorry, Kid, alright? But we're not gonna be there until 9, so... keep yourself busy until then? Let loose, have a couple drinks..."

I could hear the smirk in Derek's voice just as easily as I could picture it in my head as I sighed out a, "Fine," and hung up. The whole situation significantly raised my blood pressure, not to mention my anxiety— It wasn't hard to see that I stood out here. Bars were most definitely not my scene, and the only reason I'd agreed to go in the first place was so that I could try something new. Expand my horizons, as Penelope had told me right before I caved and agreed to accompany her and Derek on their little outing. I'd even drove my car here, a move I rarely made, as a start.

But now I was sitting alone at a booth, a glass of water in front of me and this twisting sensation in my gut that usually came to me when I didn't know what was going to happen.

I leaned back in my seat and sighed, staring down the glass of water as my cellphone tumbled around between my hands. All I had to do was wait here for an hour and remind myself over and over that eventually I'd be with people that I knew, people that I felt comfortable around. Only an hour.

One hour...

One hour, one hour, one hour... It was a chant in my head that went through different pitches and speeds until it was interrupted by a loud, "Hey, you!"

It could have been for anyone, but it was right next to me, and I knew when I wasn't wanted somewhere.

Sure enough, I turned my head to see a rather large man, a football player-type if I had to guess, wearing a grey tee shirt that hugged every muscle. There was a beer in his hands, and someone next to him, another man slightly shorter but still definitely athletic, held what looked to be a glass of hard liquor. By the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were looking for a fight.

And it was also obvious that I was the easiest target in the whole bar.

One glance at the clock across the room and above their heads told me that I still had 54 minutes until my friends showed up, and that meat I'd either have to give these men whatever they wanted, tell them I was just about to leave, or attempt to pull the "I'm a Federal Agent" card, which I knew would probably get more laughs from them than a simple, "Sorry," and an exit.

I was about to run through every outcome of tonight's events in my head when the bigger guy spoke again, making me jump.

"Hey, m' talking to you!" He was drunk, most likely toeing the line between sobriety and a fist fight if I wasn't careful.

"I—Is there something you need?" I asked, hoping that if I could get this over with quickly, they'd leave me alone and maybe I could get out of here...

He mocked my voice in a way I'd heard more than once while growing up, and though I knew it was childish of him, saying more about him than me, the action got to me more than I cared to admit. Call it intuition, but when a nearly-drunk guy two times your size starts picking on you like a kid and you know he's just looking for a fight, the odds aren't very good when you're someone on the smaller side like me— Federal Agent or not. And he wasn't an unsub. He wasn't someone I could pick apart and just hand over to my team once I pushed back his defenses. If I picked this man apart, he'd likely throw a punch at my face.

Of course, I could get him arrested for assaulting a Federal Agent, but... Obviously I didn't want to get punched in the face.

As soon as his mumbled mockery of my words ended, he punctuated them with his own. "Yeah, I'm thinkin' I need you to find a new place to sulk. Go to the library or somethin'."

His friend laughed beside him like he'd just said the best comeback anyone's ever heard, and that alone almost made me laugh. Though, I knew that might have gotten me into more trouble.

Speaking of, I probably should have just got up to leave. That would have been the perfect time to say, "Okay," get up, and drive home. Sure, Penelope and Derek would have probably given me crap about chickening out, but I'd have avoided getting beat around or ridiculed further by these morons, so it was overall a win, right?

But my stupid mouth didn't agree with what my brain was thinking. "Oh, well, um... I'm waiting up for some friends, they should be here soon—"

"You have friends?" the other guy retorted before I could finish, and he looked proud of himself for it.

"Look, I don't care who you're waitin' on, pal, Right now you're alone, so I want y—"

I didn't see it coming. I couldn't have seen it from a mile away, never dreamed of anything like this happening in a million years. It was certainly not one of the possible outcomes to the night that I'd had in mind. And actually, even if I'd had any time to prepare for it, seeing the woman walk up to us with two beers in her hand and the biggest smile on her face, I still wouldn't have believed what was happening.

She blocked me from the men's line of sight, sitting herself promptly on my lap as she set the drinks down. "Hey, babe, I'm back with our drinks," she chirped, leaning forward and stopping just under my ear, whispering. "If you play along, I can get them to leave you alone..."

She didn't even give me any time to process, quickly pulling back, but not before kissing me firmly on the cheek, leaving my face in a warm flush as she turned back around to survey the men, who I'd quite frankly forgotten about once she pressed her soft lips to my skin and set her hands on my chest.

What the fu—

"Who're you talking with?"

Her voice was so... low and smooth, and it sent a flood of warmth throughout my whole body. If I could have bottled up her voice to drink, I would have. But instead, I settled for the beer she'd brought, grabbing it and chugging down four big gulps even though I hated it.

"You're with this... loser?" the bigger of the two men said, and truthfully it was the first time all night I'd well and truly felt inadequate in front of them. Sure, I knew I'd stood out, that physically I was weaker than them, but I also knew that deep down they were just drunks looking for a fight. I was better than that, regardless of whether or not they'd almost bullied me into leaving the bar.

I didn't have a problem with who I was, but when it came to women, I was pretty much a total wreck. I'd only ever kissed someone once, and much like back then, this woman was absolutely stunning and completely out of my league.

The man was right to be suspicious.

"Excuse me?" my savior retorted, standing up off my lap and removing herself from me completely. I exhaled, trying hard not to look like I was just as shocked as they were as she tore them a new one. "This loser happens to be my fiancée. And I'd watch what insults you're throwing around— You're the ones going around some bar picking on someone you don't know like you're middle schoolers. Now grow the fuck up and back off before I take your drinks and shove them so far up your asses you'll still be able to taste them."

Truthfully I was surprised when they didn't back down. The bigger guy scoffed, his eyes raking the woman up and down with a wicked glint in them. "Y'know, maybe if you ditched him and got fucked by a real man, you wouldn't be such a bitch."

And once again, I was stunned by her ability to quip back quicker than lightening. "Maybe if you weren't such a childish prick, you'd actually get fucked in the first place. Now back. The fuck. Off..."

While I should have been more grateful that her words got them to scoff and turn away, a small, absolutely random part of me wanted to hear her yell at them some more. The longer she did it, the warmer my body got, and the second I started to put together why that was, I chugged more of the beer that was currently resting in my shaky hand.

It was even worse when she turned around to face me again, her radiance and beauty intimidating me in an entirely different way than those men. She wore a simple black dress that complimented her figure extremely well, minimal makeup and jewelry, and her hair was pinned back, showing off her neck and collarbone.

If she hadn't just helped me out, with the way she was looking at me I probably would have wondered if she was... trying to pick me up.

The thought made me all warm again.

"Y—You didn't have to do—"

She stepped forward and sat on my lap again, and I swallowed hard, the beer almost slipping from my hand entirely. "Don't worry about it. You looked uncomfortable, and those boys were absolute meatheads. But they are still here, so we should probably keep up the act, huh?"

I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Either way, I set the beer on the table, though my hand still kept it firmly in my grip as I looked down at the ring on her finger. "I—I wouldn't want to get you in trouble... with your husband..."

"Oh! Uh, funny story," she laughed, leaning in and running her hands over my shoulders, most likely to keep up the façade. "I'm not actually married. Or engaged. I um... I wear this to deter people from trying to take me home."

I actually laughed a little, though my stomach still flipped at her touch and her proximity. "And that... actually works?"

She laughed with me, bringing her hands up to cradle my face as she tilted her head and looked me over. Her pretty, pillow-y soft lips quirked into a smile before her eyes flitted up to mine. She looked like she was entranced, like she was in a dream, and honestly I felt the same way. Because there was no way in actual Hell this was a real thing that was happening to me, right?

"Not always," she answered in a whisper, her face inching closer to mine. She smelled a little like beer, but mostly some type of fruit, probably pear. I didn't eat pears, but maybe I should start...

A gentle tug at the roots of my hair pulled me out of my thoughts, a soft sigh escaping me at the sensation. The woman laughed, brushing her nose against mine for a moment before pulling away and grabbing her beer. "So, since we're engaged, I feel like I should know a little about you. At the very least, your name?"

"O—oh," I laughed nervously, swallowing as she sipped her beer. And I tried not to let it get to me, but the way her lips wrapped gently around the bottle had my mind going a mile a minute, laser focusing on one image in particular of those perfect lips wrapped around something else. I wondered if she could hear the longing in my voice when I whispered my name. "Spencer."

With the beer still in her hand, she lowered it and rested it on my knee as she smiled. "Mmm, and what's my last name going to be?"

The thought of actually marrying this woman infiltrated my thoughts as I answered, louder this time, "Reid."

See hummed again, using the hand that was currently massaging the back of my scalp to gently tug at my hair again. "Y/N Reid... I like the sound of that."

I do, too, is what I thought, and I almost said it, but she started talking again.

"So, Spencer, what do you do?"

I would have gone into my entire spiel, but she was so pretty, and so close, I didn't want to scare her off. So, I simply stated, "I work for the FBI..."

Her eyebrows raised, and I felt her hand slide down my neck and settle on my shoulder. "Really?"

"Y—Yeah, I'm a profiler. We aid law enforcement in catching serial killers."

"So, Agent Reid, huh? That's hot..."

I should have just left it alone, because it was common knowledge that if a woman has any reason to call you hot, you just let it happen, right?

Well, like I said, when it came to women I was a complete wreck.

"A—Actually it's Doctor... I, um... I have 3 PhDs."

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them, but the hunger in her eyes deepened and her free hand roamed my shoulder and the front of my chest as she scooted even closer, her mouth coming up right under my jaw. "Mmm, even hotter..."

This time I didn't hold back, my voice audibly whimpering as I sighed out a simple, "Oh..."

Y/N pressed a featherlight kiss to my neck before dragging her lips to my ear again. And I'd been so hyperaware of her proximity to my face that I hadn't even noticed she'd set her beer down and took that hand to rest firmly at my hip, her palm pressing into my lower stomach. I only felt it when that hand moved over, the tips of her fingers hovering just above the buckle of my belt.

"Tell me something, Doctor," she whispered just under my earlobe. I was nothing short of putty in her hands as my brain tried to focus on what she was saying over the more prominent desire to focus on the way she pressed her whole body into mine. She was everywhere, taking up every ounce of air that found its way into my lungs, and I'd never breathed in anything sweeter. "Are you saving yourself for marriage?"

I found the question odd at first, but remembering the circumstances of our fake situation, my body suddenly flared to life at her implications. "N—No..."

Her hips shifted against my lap, and I swear I could have fainted on the spot as she hummed in my ear, "Good."

***

I certainly didn't expect for the night to end the way it did.

I mean, I knew I was going to be wet when I got home, but damn. We hadn't even made it out of the bar before my panties were soaked through at the thought of fucking my fake fiancée. Who worked for the FBI and called himself Doctor...

Not to mention he was fucking dreamy as hell with those honey doe-eyes and pouty lips... And his hands? I had taken one look at the one tightly holding his beer bottle for dear life and instantly went white-hot with desire, visions of them disappearing inside of me swimming in my head.

And then he had to fucking whimper when I called him hot.

Yeah, I definitely didn't expect the night to go how it did, but I wasn't mad about it in the slightest.

After explaining to him that I'd walked, and that my house was only a few blocks away, we decided to just hop in his car. Though, by the time we got there, I think we were both so eager to "get to know each other a little better," as I'd said before we actually left, that we didn't even make it out of the parking space.

Spencer fumbled around with his keys for so long, and he kept dropping them, so I just said fuck it and kissed him when he came up the third time. The sound of his keys hitting the ground for a fourth time excited me almost as much as his the way his hands trembled as they rested on my forearms.

"Pull the seat back?" I mumbled against his mouth, sliding my hands down the sides of his face and over his shoulders.

He let out a strained, "Uh huh," and fumbled around with that too, his urgency and nerves all rolled into one adorable spectacle that had the pit of my stomach in desirable knots. The seat sprung backwards, and I laughed lowly as I climbed over the center console and right into his lap, my dress riding up incredibly high.

The way Spencer looked up at me then, his eyes just as pouty as his lips as they practically sparkled with adoration and need, gave me this feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time— something that filled my bloodstream with fire and made me feel... wanted.

And that's not to say I hadn't slept with people since my divorce, but every time it happened there was hardly any connection besides the obvious need to get off. Here, with Spencer, it was different. And realistically I knew it was most likely the fact that a beautiful woman came to his rescue and pretended to be engaged to him just to get some morons off his back, but... In his eyes I saw this vulnerability that I'd never gotten with another partner. He was open and willing to take advantage of our situation to the fullest extent, sure, but within that was a pure longing to be close to someone after going so long without that connection.

I knew that look so well because it was exactly how I felt. We wanted to have sex with each other, that much was obvious, but less so was the fact that we could feel each others' loneliness. It was a shared bond that ran deeper than sexual desire, and in his eyes in that moment, I knew he could see it in me.

"D—Do you know... what it's like to feel alone, even... when you know you really aren't?" he asked as though he was reading my mind. His voice was soft, so curious and hinted with a little sadness that it made me want to hold him tight and rock him to sleep more than anything.

Still, I nodded. "Mhm... After my husband left I haven't... really been the same. I act like it's okay, and I... I really am better now that he's gone, but I just... I've spent most of my life with him, and now it's like I don't know what's out there beyond... loneliness."

It wasn't the most sexy conversation in the world, but Spencer reached out, his hands less shaky, and ghosted them over my bare arms. He looked up at me with those pretty eyes and let out a relieved breath before he spoke. "I kinda know what you mean... Not to that extent, but... I get it."

Seeing that he was more comfortable with me, I leaned in closer, bringing my fingers to brush the underside of his jaw. "And that's why you make the perfect fiancée."

I felt the laugh leave his lips before I kissed him, soft and steady, and reassured that I was in this for as long as he wanted me to be. Obviously we weren't actually engaged, but the connection that came with a real engagement felt pretty damn close to what we had going on.

And he conveyed that in the way he kissed me back, stronger than he'd been before and most certainly more skilled than he'd let on. His tongue expertly caressed mine with just the right amount of pressure and precision, and it made it easy for me to fall into him. Over time we grew more hungry, but for the most part our dance of mouth and tongue was so slow and intense, it felt like we really had known each other forever.

Eventually though, I did feel him grow harder underneath me, and the feeling kickstarted this more primal urge that caused me to groan into his mouth and rock my hips forward. Spencer's hands rested firmly at my lower back the whole time, though when I moved, I could feel him tense a little, like now that it was actually starting to happen, he was suddenly nervous again. So I brought my hands around my back to grab his wrists, gently sliding them down over my ass as I pressed myself into him and nipped at his bottom lip.

"Mmm, your hands are so big," I purred as I kissed my way over his jaw. "They feel so good all over me..." He relaxed a bit at my reassurance, but I wanted to give him more. So I helped him slide his hands underneath my dress, feeling him shiver under me when I assisted him in squeezing them into my skin. "You can touch me however you like," I whispered into his ear. "I'm all yours, Doctor..."

He squeezed my ass then, of his own accord, and I hummed happily before kissing my way back to his mouth, running my hands through his hair.. "Just like that, baby, whatever you want..." He swallowed my words with his tongue, taking a deep breath and inhaling me like I was his only source of air. Respectfully, I gave it all to him, happy to be of service as long as he wanted me— and in that moment, I hoped it would be forever.

Maybe that was cheesy. But he was an excellent kisser... And I was sure there'd be something equally as excellent waiting for me once I got the clearance to get my hands down to his belt.

Thankfully, that clearance came pretty soon. I would have waited as long as he wanted to, but with the way his hips jolted upwards and the needy whine that erupted from his throat at the contact it provided, I knew now was the time.

So I smiled over his lips and then kissed his jaw again, one of my hands staying threaded in his hair while the other snaked down his chest and lower, undoing each button on his shirt as I went down... "Forgive me if I'm feeding into the stereotype by asking you this, Spencer," I said, leaving small bites on his neck in between words. "But have you ever done this before?"

His hands continued kneading my ass as he let out a shaky breath. "N—No. But I've um... I've p—practiced..."

"Hmm, how so?" I wondered, sucking a big hickey into his neck. Meanwhile my hand traced along the waistband of his pants, not quite dipping underneath but teasing the skin just above the material.

"U—Um, well... I regularly t—try to edge... myself, just... I—I want to last longer, and... And I thought it would help..."

God, the images of this man lounging in bed, training himself to last longer in the event that he had sex with someone? I groaned into his neck, taking the initiative to move my hand lower and gently palm him through his pants. "Fuck, that's so hot..."

"Re—really?"

"Mhmm... You really wanna make a girl feel good, huh?"

"Of course..."

"So eager to please?" I cooed, starting to undo his belt. He gripped my ass tighter like he was holding on for dear life, like he'd some how fall out of the car if he didn't hold on to me tight enough. The way his fingers dug into my skin brought me almost the same amount of joy as the sound he made when I finally snuck my hand down the front of his pants and pulled his dick out, gently stroking it and getting a feel for him. "Obedient?"

"Y—Yes, Y/N, please, oh God..." he jumbled out, his hips bucking into my hand. I sighed into his neck, kissing him again as my hand slowly jerked him off.

"Is this how slow you go?" I asked, making sure to memorize how every ridge of him caressed my hand. "Hmm, you wanna draw it out? Feel every ounce of pleasure as you possibly can before you come?"

He didn't answer so much as he let out a loud, whiny breath that sounded very much like a broken, "A-hh."

"I'm clean... On birth control, too... So what do you say we trade this hand in for something a little more... wet..."

Spencer grabbed my underwear then, pulling at the fabric and bucking his hips again. Taking it as a good sign, I adjusted myself so that I could slide them to the side and hover above him. Meanwhile I pecked at his lips and he did the same, meeting me with urgency and anticipation.

And when the head of his dick finally came in contact with my pussy, he threw his head back and exhaled, exposing his neck and the front of his chest, which was lightly glossed over with sweat already. The only source of light in the car came from the neon bar lights and one single streetlight outside, which gave us this dark, aesthetic lighting that only made what we were doing even hotter.

I sank slowly onto him, letting out the longest sigh of my life until he bottomed out in me. "You doin' alright, Doctor?" I asked, pulling his shirt open some more to get a better view of his skin.

He sat his head up a bit and looked at me, breathlessness in his eyes. "F—Fantastic. You f—eel so good..."

I ground my hips in slow circles, nodding down at him with a wicked grin. "Feeling's mutual, babe... You stretch me out so good... It's like we're a perfect match."

The moment I started lifting myself only to sit back down, Spencer shut his eyes, his hands roaming my ass and my thighs as I rode him. It looked like he was concentrating on lasting, and I was going to tell him not to worry about it, but then he opened his eyes and started to speak.

"Will, um... Will you be m—mean to me? Please?"

I halted my movements for a moment, taking in what he just said, but then it came to me immediately. And my discovery turned me on way more than I would have liked to admit.

So I grinned and circled my hips again, leaning forward to practically crawl up the front of his body. My hands tangled in his hair as I studied his face, which was ridden with worry and maybe regret at what he'd just confessed. But I kept circling my hips all the same, clenching myself around him as I spoke against his lips.

"Ohhh, did hearing me insult those guys in the bar turn you on?" I drawled, gently pecking his lips.

"Uh huh," he breathed in response.

I smiled, rocking my hips a little faster and feeling him start to relax again— The worries he had about his desires faded into nothing as I gave into them, feeding them with an open palm and embracing them with great pleasure. "I bet you just couldn't wait for me to take you outside and fuck you after that, huh? For me to treat you like a needy little slut..."

With every word and every quick rock of my hips, Spencer started to pick up his breathing. He leaned back completely and let me take care of him, gave me every green light, every go-ahead... I never got to be like this in bed before, and the fact that it came so naturally sparked this confidence within me that was hard to quell once it got going.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked him, picking up my pace and bouncing steadily back on his dick. "You were so desperate to get fucked, too, you couldn't even make it out of the parking lot before you gave into me... And now everyone in the bar could see us out here..."

He groaned out at that, his hands digging into the flesh of my thigh, which already burned from straddling him like this, but considering everything, a little burn never hurt anyone.

"Ohh, you like that too, huh? The thought of everyone seeing us?"

"Y—Yes... Y/N, yes... o—oh, fu..."

I took his face into my hands then, grabbing him by the chin and making him look at me. "And what about your friends, huh? What would they think if they showed up and saw their precious Doctor Reid getting fucked like the dirty little slut he is, huh?"

Even though his face was in my hands, he still managed to lean his head back with a loud groan. His hands were now sliding over to my waist, where my dress was bunched up. His nimble fingers slipped just under the fabric and explored the planes of my stomach as I continued riding him, and the feeling of it all coupled with the looks on his face and his reaction—verbal or otherwise—to my words grew the fire simmering in the pit of my stomach.

I wasn't sure how mean to him I could be anymore now, though, considering we were both so close to finishing, and the closer I got the more it became harder to focus on stringing together the perfect words.

Still, I tried the best I could, because it was his first time, and it's what he deserved.

I leaned in and kissed his neck and collarbone, simultaneously riding and grinding for extra stimulation. "You're doing so well, Doctor... Taking this pussy like a good little whore..."

Okay, so it wasn't entirely mean, but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

Though, it seemed to have done the trick, because Spencer drove his hips up to meet mine, panting and whining out my name as his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with the most desperate look. I almost fell apart right there.

"That's it, baby, take it," I cooed, leaning over and kissing him. One of his hands came out from under my dress to rub tight circles into my clit with an expert thumb, and it started to break me down immediately. "Ohhh, I'm almost there, honey, just like that... Show me what a good little slut you are, baby, c'mon... Just like... that... Ohhh..."

I kissed him hard as I shook and clenched around him, holding still as he drilled his hips upwards into me. His thumb kept up at my clit until I was whimpering into his mouth, and then he just held it there, a few grunts of his own rumbling in his chest before he stilled and filled me with his warmth. I kissed him through it, gently swallowing all his whines and sighs as he gradually came down from his high.

Immediately after we both settled, with his dick still sheathed inside of me and my hands rubbing gently over the planes of his chest as we slowly and softly made out, the unmistakable sound of raindrops hitting glass covered us on all sides.

I pulled away from Spencer with a small smile, resting my head on his shoulder and looking off to the side, out the window at the sea of cars slowly getting covered up by a multitude of rain droplets. "I hope that was okay," I whispered against his skin, willing myself closer by draping an arm over his shoulder and using my hand to twirl some of his hair around my finger.

"That was more than okay," he responded contently. His chin rested on the top of my head and I snuggled closer into him. "Thank you, Y/N... For... For everything."

"It was my pleasure, Doctor."

We sat in comfortable near-silence for a while then, letting the rain tapping gently over the car be the steady sound that grounded us and washed away everything we had until there was a clean slate.

That was the one bad thing I found about the rain. I loved it, yes, for all its cleansing properties, and as I came into the bar tonight, I looked forward to them— to clearing my head with alcohol and a walk home in the rain.

But as I laid there, breathing in every ounce of Spencer Reid, I watched the rain roll down the windows and actually dreaded the moment it would stop.

"I wish it would rain forever," I sighed wistfully, playing with one of the buttons on Spencer's shirt.

He drew patterns into my leg all the same. "How come?"

"Because... I have to walk home. And the longer it rains, the longer I can stay here with you..."

He chuckled. "That's a nice sentiment, but you know I can drive you home, right?"

"Yeah, but... I really don't want this moment to end."

He was silent then, and for a while I thought maybe he was just going to leave it be. But then his soft voice broke through the rain and cut into me like a piece of glass. "You know you're gonna be okay, right?"

I broke away and looked up at him. "How do you mean?"

He sighed, thinking before continuing. "I mean... I'm guessing it's been rough since your husband left, and... being here with me has given you some companionship and comfort, but... Even after we part ways, you're going to be alright... It's still going to feel lonely, sure, but if there's anything I know for sure after tonight, it's that you're going to get through it just fine."

My heart swelled, though it still broke all the same. "How do you know?"

Spencer smiled, bringing a hand up to gently brush the side of my face. "Because you're my fiancée and I know you better than anyone."

As I laughed at the joke, he looked back at me with sparkles in his eyes. And then minutes later, I was haphazardly cleaning myself up in his passenger seat with a wet-nap that I'd kept tucked away in my wallet while he fumbled around for his keys.

Even as I stood on my porch that night, under the rain as I watched him drive away with the lingering buzz of our final goodbye kiss on my lips, I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

And I wondered if he would ever notice or do anything about the sparkly diamond ring I left behind, sitting beside him in my place— a reminder of our time together, the comfort he provided me with, and the clean slate that always inevitably came with the rain.

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