#Though I keep going back and forth on which

[ghostgirl-22]

Saw this on twitter and thought a fic could be made of this https://x.com/defnotatp/status/1891582457683587511?s=46 them watching a movie or one of patrick’s matches while Pat is on his way back from a wildcard match. They’re on the couch and Art’s getting excited so he starts tilting his hips along her leg, she tells him to pay attention or else he’ll get punished that night but after hearing Pat’s grunts repeatedly he loses control. As u can see i am not a great smut writer but im sending this to some of my fave challengers writers bc im greedy like Patrick and would love something out of this🤭

okay so here’s something outta this anon <3 this is also somewhat inspired by @compress1repress pegging universe which is amazing with the best Tashi and Patrick ever… so if you like this please go read and adore their stuff. lol but yeah have some Patrick inspiring Tashi to fuck Art sorta… idk lol.

CW: MDNI, NSFW

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Tashi doesn’t want to be a boy. Not really (well maybe when she’s on her period…). But other than that she loves being a girl. She loves make up, perfume, pretty clothes and having boys’ desire her.

She does sometimes wish she had a dick though. Especially since she started dating Art. It all started because of Patrick actually. It’s a lazy Sunday morning… pouring rain non stop. They’re in bed still. Art’s so pliable that he’s perfectly okay with being the little spoon when they cuddle sometimes. Sometimes she thinks he prefers it. Her body wrapped around him, arms over his broader shoulders, one leg curled between his thighs. 

Art’s flipping channels looking for something to watch when it lands on the tennis channel some random qualifying match. Tashi makes him stop out of a sudden recognition. His body goes all rigid in her arms when he sees it too. Patrick Zweig and his fellow no name opponent playing out a rally, soft grunts back and forth as he lunges himself all over the court, desperately smacking the ball. 

She grips Art tighter. Both of them watching in silence, as their breathing gets heavier.  Her panties all wet, Art now fully hard against her leg.

That’s when she first thinks about it. Wrapped around him, as he starts to rub off against her leg, hardly able to control himself. God. Patrick probably fucked him.

She helps him, moving her leg back and forth along his length as he swallows on a whispered “fuck.” 

And that’s when she realizes… she also wants to fuck him.

She imagines getting hard curled up against him rubbing it against his ass to get him excited. Patrick’s little moans making him crazy, she can only imagine how he’d react to a swollen dick pressed up against him. 

They don’t talk about it… the fact that they both silently leave the television on as they tear off each others clothing. Her imagination runs wild as she climbs on top of him, too frenzied to get her panties off  before she sinks down onto him. God, his little whimper, the soft gasp he lets out like he’s surprised every time by how good it feels. 

She imagines what it’d be like if she could slip inside him. His body reacting before his mind can, pushing himself back on her. All while listening to the sound of her ex moaning like a whore on the tennis court. The thought turning her on so much that she can barely keep him in as she gets close… she’s too wet. Both of them falling apart to Patrick’s voice… god who knew he was so vocal on the court. 

Both of them insanely satisfied and unable to talk about why. She gets up to change the sheets and Art eventually changes the channel.

After that night two things take over her mind. 

It’s probably perverted… the way she’s suddenly fixating on Art’s ass. When he’s bent over to tie his shoes, leaning over the counter top as he talks about his day, or bent over the net trying to retrieve a ball from the other side. It’s like he’s displaying it for her. She just wants to walk up behind him and press her metaphorical dick against him. make him squirm. He just seems like he’d respond really well to it.

She doesn’t know how the topic comes up when she’s with her girlfriends at brunch. Sometimes she drinks too much mimosas and she can’t stop talking and— “Sometimes I really wish I could just fuck him” —slips out. 

Thankfully none of her friends are very conservative. After a good 10 minutes of laughter her friend Shana who’s dating a woman informs her “There’s actually a solution for that.” Which leads the four of them on a tipsy field trip to the closest sex shop for something big and thick and pretty pink— Tashi’s favorite color. 

The second thing she can’t stop thinking about is Patrick. Suddenly she’s subscribing to so many obscure tournament newsletters that her inbox is just about fucked and recording video from 3 am matches on the tennis channel. She’s not the only one thinking about him. She gets a glimpse at Art’s phone open on the countertop one night when a text from Patrick’s sister comes in: yeah he’s in playing in Barcelona… doing well. So many questions. Do you want his number? 

She’d always played with certain ideas about their friendship. Things she picked up on when she and Patrick were still together. When Art and Patrick were still friends. The way they mirrored each other. The way she could get Patrick off so easily by bringing up Art while they were fucking. 

Now she knows that she knows the inverse is true she’s certain Art will like this.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you,” she says when she gets home from brunch. She’s still a little tipsy as she hides the bag with the strap-on behind her back. He’s spread out on the sofa, watching a movie. Lazy day in sweatpants and a t-shirt. 

“Really?” He asks, face lighting up.

“Mmhm,” she says, putting the little baggy on the end table. “Can you be good for me?” He looks at the baggy then back at her. 

“Yeah, I can be good.”

“I know you can.” She smirks. He’s so pliable.

She grabs the remote. “Lay down i wanna watch some matches.” 

He nods, expecting she means his own matches and he spreads out on the sofa letting her spoon him from behind. They haven’t talked about the Patrick match at all since that night but she knows neither of them have stopped thinking about it.

“What’d you get me?” 

“You’ll see,” Tashi says softly. 

She goes through the TiVo and finds one section from Patrick’s 3 am matches—one she’s reviewed several times for…technique. Art goes tense in her arms just like last time. 

“Relax…” she says softly. “We’re playing a game. If you can stay still and tell me what you think of his playing I’ll give you what’s inside the bag.” She says it like she’s not going to give it to him regardless.

“Uh,” He lets out a bit of a choked sound. 

“All you have to do is sit still and pay attention…” 

The camera zooms in haphazardly for a moment while some half interested kid reads Patrick’s stats. Sleeveless, muscular thighs in short shorts, sweat dripping everywhere, skin bronzed by the hot Barcelona sun. Haughty expression on his face, bent at the waist ready for a return service.

Art wiggles in her grasp. “I don’t think… I don’t think I can watch this.” She can feel him, he’s already getting hard. Insane. Apparently all this time apart clearly has done nothing but make the attraction that much stronger. 

“I think you can.”

But she’s wrong. By the time Patrick starts grunting. It’s like he can’t help himself. The sound driving him to wiggle and rub off against her. 

She’s not immune to it either. Art would probably cry if she told him how many times she’s viewed this particular video. Best sound quality. The only one that bothered with a close up shot. 

“Don’t worry… ‘m still gonna take care of you,” Tashi says gently. 

“My gift?” Art whimpers. 

“Mmhm,” she says quietly. She shifts away and reaches up to grab her purchase. She’d stopped by her friends house to clean it up so she could be ready to use it as soon as she saw him, at least thats what she thought in her tipsy mind. She lifts it out of the bag, Art’s moved to turn and look and his cheeks start to color. 

“You like it?” she smirks, asking him nicely but the way his blue eyes dilate is all the answer she really needs.

“Tashi. This is… that’s…so… so…” 

“Has he ever fucked you Art?” She interrupts bluntly. 

Art fidgets just a little too much and yeah, that’s an answer too.

It’s not too long before they’re half naked. And she’s strapped in rubbing along his ass the way she’s been dreaming of. It’s even wilder than her dreams, the way he likes it. he starts moaning as he’s grinding against her strap, she knew he needed it. It feels good the way the toy is also rubbing along her clit while he grinds. The room filled with Art’s sounds and Patrick’s sounds, mixed with her own desperate whines. Euphoric. 

“‘m can you fuck me now?” 

Tashi blinks, half dazed as he shifts and gets on his hands and knees. 

“Please, i —” His words lost in a desperate little moan.

Tashi imagines this is what all boys dream of hearing when they get hard. She takes her time with the lube though clearly he doesn’t need it. Before long she’s lined up her hips. Pressing it in and listening to his breathing. Patrick’s probably on the last game of his 1st set, his sounds getting more and more desperate.

Arts rocking against her, mindlessly moaning out his pleasure, “fuck, ohh fuck yes.”

Tashi’s a little stunned by the force of his hips. God.  

“Good job…you’re so good for me,” she whispers. Manicured fingers gripping his hips so she can get a chance to push back. She ruts against him and he whines. She’s never been this turned on before in her life. Its like this is what they’ve been missing. 

“You like that don’t you? You love my big pretty dick.” 

Art moans, his knuckles white, fisting the sofa cushions. One hand reaching up so he can touch himself. “P-Tashi…Tashi…oh fuck.”

That makes her giggle. “You can say it if you need to. you wish he was here right now don’t you. Not on tv but here. Watching me fuck you like a whore.” 

“Nngh,” He groans, all his muscles pulled taught. 

“Did you beg him to fuck you like you did me? Hm? Did you suck him off to get him hard for you?” Shes suddenly dizzy imagining him sucking on her strap. “Mouth so full and you’re still whining for more.”

“Oh god—fuck, fuck, fuck please Pat— I’m gonna—“ he cuts himself off moaning as strings of white splatter all over the sofa where she realizes they probably should’ve put a sheet. “Oh no oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Tashi’s breathless, all sticky wet between her thighs. Television still alight when the sound of tennis balls being smacked and traded moans. She watches as the strap slips out of him, shiny with lube. She unbuckles just so she can touch herself. Art undoes the rest. Making her lay back on her back so he can put his mouth between her thighs.

“Mm love you so much. Gonna lick it all up for you. Did he do that for you?”

“Oh god yes,” Tashi grins. She lets her eyes close and tangles her fingers into his hair, already eager for the next time she gets to fuck him.

FYI

[mandaloriankait]

One Room, One Bed

A/N: So this is for @mushgloomz PPCU smut challenge!! I got Din Djarin, the trope of one bed, and three spicy spins on the wheel: mutual masturbation, oral, and as quiet as possible. I had a lot of fun writing this evening though it always terrifies me to step into the Star Wars world to write. Thanks to @nonbinairyboi for hyping me up as always, and for my lovely graphic! 💕

Warnings: unprotected pinv sex, oral(f!receiving), fingering

“What do you mean there's only one room left?”, Din's voice came through the modulator on his helmet, and to anyone else he sounded normal. To you, though, he sounded agitated, and you knew why. Whenever you had to stay at an inn, Din had always gotten you both your own separate rooms, to protect his creed of not letting anyone see him without his helmet on. It didn't seem like that was going to be possible tonight. You stepped up, putting a hand on his beskar covered arm. “It's fine, we'll take it.”, you told the alien behind the desk, smiling sweetly to try and diffuse the tension. You took the offered key and pulled Din away from the desk sharply, causing the Mandalorian to stumble after you. As he fell into step beside you, you mumbled, “We don't need to be known for causing a scene, okay? We just got here.” He nodded once, taking the key from you and unlocking the door in front of you. You both walked in and surveyed the room; one bed stood there, headboard against the back wall of the room. You sighed, dropping your bag on the floor. “Well that's just great.”, you muttered, moving to the window to close the curtains against the rapidly darkening sky. You knew Din was watching you, trying to figure you out. He did that a lot, the watching; you had caught him staring at you more than a few times recently. “Look, I'll take the floor over on the other side. You always wake up before me, so you can take your helmet off once I'm asleep.”, you said, smiling weakly. Unsurprisingly, he shook his head at you; “You're not taking the floor, I am.”, he responded, a defiant tone to his words. “Din, I'm too tired to argue. Why don't we just share it? It's plenty big enough.”, you asked, pacing back and forth. “Okay.”, the word came out of his modulator after a moment’s hesitation, causing you to stop and stare at him. He shrugged, quickly busying himself with the bags still attached to his shoulders.

You had changed out of your clothes into your pajamas and watched from the bed as Din took off his armor, leaving him in his flightsuit and helmet. Your gaze traveled over his broad body before meeting his visor, which was staring at you. A slight gasp left your lips at being caught and you quickly turned over, turning the lamp out to keep him from seeing your reddening face. You felt the bed dip behind you as he settled in, and you forced yourself to stay still, willing yourself to sleep. The next time you woke up, the room was mostly silent. You felt movement beside you, but at first assumed it was just Din switching sleeping positions. However, the movement continued, and with it came the sound of slick skin on skin. You froze; is he…masturbating? A soft groan came from beside you, then another, then your name left his lips. Biting your bottom lip, your hand traveled down your body, reaching under your pyjama bottoms to trace the hem of your underwear. You shouldn't be doing this. But then another groan left Din's lips and your fingers dipped under the waistband. You just had to be quiet; two fingers slid through the sickness of your folds and you bit back a moan. Your thumb started rubbing at your clit in time to the sounds you heard from across the bed. Then, it happened- a moan slipped out of your mouth. Not loud enough for a normal person to hear it, but Din froze immediately. “Cyar’ika?”, his voice, deeper than normal, reached your ears. You turned your head, trying to pretend that everything was normal and you'd just woken up. It took you a minute to realize that his voice wasn't being heard through the modulator of his helmet. Immediately you yanked your vision back to the other side of the room. Your hand was still down your pants, frozen as he questioned you, asking you if something was wrong. You shook your head, praying to any god listening that he would just drop it. But of course, that wasn't Din's way; you heard the hiss of his helmet being put on and then a hand on your shoulder, turning you gently. You managed to yank your hand out of your pants before he turned you fully over, and you glanced down to find he had a pillow in his lap. “Din, I'm fine. Can we just go back to sleep?”, you asked, eyes pleading with his visor. “You were touching yourself weren't you.”, he stated, helmet tilting down at you curiously. You opened your mouth to deny it, but then decided not to bother. “Well, you started it, didn't you? I could hear you. You said my name.”, you accused, sitting up against the headboard. Surprisingly, his gaze didn't leave yours; instead, he sat up and moved closer to you. “Touch yourself cyar’ika.”, he demanded softly. You stared at him for a minute, seeing if he was serious. “You know I don't like repeating myself.”, he murmured, one large hand capturing your wrist and bringing it down to your waistband. A small whimper left you at the action, and you found yourself sliding your fingers underneath your shorts again, this time under Din's watchful gaze. Your fingers hit your swollen clit and you whined, sliding your fingers through your slick folds again and again. Din groaned, moving the pillow from his lap to reveal his cock, thick and hard from watching you. 

You couldn't believe this was happening, but it felt too good to care too much. You slid two fingers into your dripping cunt as you watched him fist his cock, thumbing over the head with a groan. “Fuck, let me see you, please.”, he moaned, other hand reaching for your shorts. You quickly shoved them down, kicking them and your underwear off, leaving your bottom half bare. He let out a soft moan as he watched you pump your fingers in and out, as if just now remembering where you were. You had been quiet up until now, but now you had to press your other hand to your mouth to muffle the whines and moans spilling from your lips. You came with a soft whine spilling out from behind your hand, and Din groaned at the sight of your pussy gushing and clenching around your fingers. His hand on his cock had slowed as he watched you, almost as if he were enraptured by the sight. You removed your fingers, wiping them on the sheets as you moved your hand away from your mouth, panting heavily. “Fuck, cyar’ika. Look so pretty when you come like that.”, he murmured, leaning over the edge of the bed for something. When he came back up, he had a piece of dark cloth in his hand. “I want to make you come again, but I need you to trust me.”, he said; you came closer, almost straddling him at this point. “Din, you know I trust you with my life.”, you responded gently, hand on his arm. He reached up, pulling the cloth around your eyes; instantly, you knew what it was for. He wanted to take his helmet off, and this would allow him to do it. You reached up and quickly tied the cloth at the back of your head, then reached back down, blindly reaching for him. 

Din grabbed your arms, pushing you down against the pillows, arranging you how he wants. You heard the hiss of his helmet coming off, along with the rustle of clothing, and your body tensed slightly in anticipation. “You have to be quiet for me, okay mesh'la?”, he murmured in your ear, voice deeper without the modulator in the way. You whimpered, nodding your head as his hands skimmed down your body, all the way down to your ankles before moving to your hips. “Din, please, don't tease me.”, you whined, hips bucking slightly as he cupped your cunt with one hand. For a moment, there was nothing; then, you felt him lick a stripe up your pulsing cunt from your entrance to your clit and you keened, almost coming off the bed completely. “Shhh, I won't keep going if you can't be quiet.”, he said firmly as he grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. You clapped a hand over your mouth as his own closed over your clit, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Then, two of his fingers slid into you, stretching you better than you ever could and you moaned his name into your hand. “Fuck, cyar’ika, you taste so good. Better than I ever imagined.”, he murmured against your thigh, biting at the inner skin softly. You whimpered again, grinding your hips against his scruff covered face as he dove back into you. He groaned softly, lapping at you like a starving man. His fingers twisted and curled inside you as he kept sucking on your clit, and it took everything in you not to scream his name when they hit a particularly sensitive spot. Then, his tongue was inside you as his fingers moved up to pinch at your clit softly. You continued to grind against his face as he let you use him for your pleasure. “C'mon baby, I know you're close. Come for me.”, he moaned against you, pulling at your hips to suck at you from a different angle. As his tongue slid into you as far as it would go, his thumb pressed down on your clit and that was it. Your orgasm rushed through you like a wave and you bit down on your hand to keep from crying out as he worked you through it. 

You came down from your high slowly as Din kissed his way up your body, deftly undoing the buttons of your sleepshirt until it fell off your shoulders. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and you whined, curling a hand into soft hair and tugging gently. He groaned against you, switching to the other nipple and sucking hard. His kisses continued up your neck and jaw until he was hovering over your lips, ghosting over them with his own. Finally, he kissed you gently; your hands came up to cup his face as you gasped. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you could taste yourself on it. He groaned into your mouth as your hand slid down, cupping his erection. You twisted your wrist slightly, thumbing through the precum leaking from the tip. He pulled away from you, hissing slightly. "Mesh'la, stop. I want to be inside you when I cum.”, he murmured, kissing his way along your jawline. You made a high pitched noise at his words, trying to muffle it. He guided himself into you, cockhead notching at your entrance before sliding it through your folds teasingly. He enjoyed watching your face as he teased you, how your nose scrunched and your mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape. You tilted your head back as he continued to tease you, exposing more of your throat to him. He growled lowly, leaning down to suck a bruise into the sensitive skin as he finally, finally slid all the way into you. Your mouth hung open slightly as he bottomed out, and he nipped at the skin of your throat, trying to keep himself from cumming right then and there from how good you felt around him. He moaned your name into your skin, so softly you could barely hear it. After a moment of adjusting, he started moving; a shallow thrust in and out that had your back arching as he hit the spongy spot along your walls. You could swear you saw stars in that moment behind the blindfold. Din set a steady pace as he fucked into you, but you could tell he was holding back. “Din, baby, harder please. I can tell you want to.”, you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss as you did. He moaned into your mouth, but the effect was immediate; his hips started pistoning against yours at an almost brutal pace. He slid a hand down between your bodies, rubbing at your clit roughly, and you clenched around him so hard he almost couldn't move. “Fuck, cyar’ika, I need you to come for me. Come on my cock, can you do that for me?”, he asked, nipping at your earlobe as he fucked into you harder. You nodded frantically, wishing you could see his face. He shifted, pulling at your legs until one was resting on his shoulder; the change in angle had you clapping a hand back over your mouth, keening. A few more thrusts and you were done for, cumming so hard your vision turned white. You could feel Din as his thrusts became erratic, chasing his own high. Finally, he stilled, cock pulsing and cumming deep inside you as he groaned your name. He all but collapsed on top of you as he finished, a heavy weight that stole the breath from your lungs. You carded your fingers through his hair as he laid on you, both of you breathing heavily. Din lifted his head, pushing himself upwards to kiss you; this kiss was gentle, sensual, unlike the frantically passionate kisses from before. You hummed into it, tilting your head to give him more access to you. You could feel his smirk against your mouth and you nipped at his bottom lip, determined to kiss the expression away. He slid out of you gently, both of you hissing at the loss, and flopped to his side of the bed. You curled into his side, gently laying your head on his chest, pressing soft kisses to his skin. 

After a few minutes, you felt him shift, ready to get up and shove his clothes and helmet back on. “Din, wait, you don't have to do that. I can sleep like this.”, you said, running a finger over the blindfold. “Mesh'la, I don't want you to have to do that. It's easier if I just get dressed.”, he returned, rubbing your arm gently. You sighed, nodding your head and turning away from him slightly. You felt him leave, hearing his clothes slide back into place; then, there was a hand on your shoulder. He pulled you over, leaning in to kiss you, slowly, deeply; he groaned into your mouth again when your tongue slipped in to tangle with his. After a few minutes, he pulled away from you, sliding off the bed. You heard the hiss of his helmet and slowly took off the blindfold, placing it on the table beside you. You watched as he sat back in the bed, staring at you in turn. “Look, I….I can't do this if this was a one time thing, Din.”, you murmured, twisting the sheets in your hands. When he said nothing, you sighed and turned away from his gaze, moving to put your own clothes back on. After you dressed, he grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you into his lap. He bumped his helmeted forehead into yours softly; “It wasn't just a one time thing cyar’ika.  I've thought about you too much for it to be that.”, he said, and he watched as a grin lit up your face. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his steady breathing as you fell asleep.

[slasherslittlesimp]

Katsuki Bakugo- Soulmates

Blue flames engulf the forest around you, the scent of burning trees making your head slightly dizzy. Tonight is the night the League of Villains attack the UA students once again only this time with the intent to kidnap a certain young boy. This is also your first night fighting alongside the famous group of villains with the purpose of proving yourself to Shigaraki.

Twigs crunch under your feet as you slowly walk through the forest whistling a random tune to yourself, your eyes scanning the trees for any movement. Your group had split off in multiple directions in search of the target leaving you to wander by yourself. Though, it's probably better that way- you don't exactly work well with others.

The sound of leaves crunching under the weight of someone's feet catches your attention as you turn to look to your left. Squinting, you see Moonfish or whatever his name is crouching on the ground as he talks to himself, a dismembered hand next to him. You cringe slightly at the sight before moving on- the guy gives you the serious creeps.

You don't get very far, a roar erupting from somewhere ahead of you. You stop walking as you listen for the sound again, searching for what could've made the noise. Trees sway back and forth in front of you as a giant shadow creature makes an appearance, another person sprinting towards you in front of said creature.

You make eye contact with the masked boy but he keeps running straight past you. His arms are folded behind his back as if carrying something but you don't exactly get the chance to see what as a large hand smashes against you. A scream of pain erupts from you as you fly through the forest landing after roughly crashing into a tree. Your body wobbles slightly as you stand up, groaning from the pain radiating through your body.

The shadow creature is still coming towards you but you don't run. Why? Because your target is standing a few feet away from you with a few other boys. And, unfortunately, a very freaky Moonfish.

You watch as Bakugo, your target, stops another boy from attacking your co-villain only for him to be slammed into the ground by the very thing that attacked you moments before hand. You would've helped him but he's weird and that shadow thing is fricking gigantic. The shadow continues to beat the shit out of Moonfish before slamming him into a tree and knocking him unconscious which then spurs the boys into finally taking action. Flames and explosions go off and soon the shadow is shrunk down to a boy with a bird head.

You stay silent against the tree you had previously been thrown into as the boys converse amongst themselves, having yet to notice your presence. There's a good chance you could take them all at once but after seeing what just happened you aren't about to try. Slowly, you take a step back only to freeze up as a twig snaps beneath your foot. The five boys quickly turn to face you, all of them ready to fight- well, maybe not the green guy with the absolutely demolished arms.

"Who are you?" Said broken boy questions, a wary look on his face.

"Nobody you need to worry about," you hold up your hands in mock surrender. "Just a random person taking a stroll through the woods."

"Dark Shadow attacked that person earlier," the masked boy speaks up. "I ran past them before while he was chasing me."

"Damn, you really gotta go and expose me like that huh? Alright, well if you really want to know then I'll tell you. I go by Gravtrap and I'm a member of the League." You slowly lower your arms. The boys stiffen at your announcement of being a villain though your target just looks pissed off. "I'm sure you've all realized by now why we're here."

"You're after Kacchan." Green boy states, his brows furrowed as he glares at you.

"Bingo," you shoot finger guns at the boy while smiling. "I'm not really sure why though but what the boss wants the boss gets."

"You're not taking him," the fire boy speaks up this time, stepping slightly in front of Bakugo which only seems to make him angrier.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me," you smirk, activating your quirk. They all smash down against the ground as you increase the density of the gravity around them, trapping them with the force of it. They groan as they struggle against it, their bodies barely moving.

"I'll blow your fucking head off you fucking bitch!" Bakugo screams, small explosions sparking in his hands.

Your heart stutters at his words but you keep a neutral expression as you stare at him. "Damn, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" You watch as he stops struggling, his eyes widening as your words fully register.

"What did you just say?" His voice is quiet this time which seems to surprise his classmates since he's usually loud and obnoxious.

"You heard me," you scoff, frowning as you look at him. Just your luck that your soulmate would be some hero wannabe. After he had said those first words to you, your mark started buzzing. The words that you had never really cared about before now feel heavy against the skin of your chest, right under your left collarbone.

The boy seems stunned as he lays there against the ground, unable to say anything else as his mind races. His soulmate mark feels the same as yours which only makes the situation that much more real. The boy trying to be the number one hero just had to have a goddamn villain as his soulmate.

Your eyes trace over his features as you stand above him, truly taking in the way he looks. You have to admit that he's absolutely gorgeous- pale skin, glowing red eyes, and damn those muscles. What you mostly notice is the look of utter defeat in his eyes though. It looks as if every spark of fight in him diminished the second he found out who you are.

I can't do this...

You release your quirk, allowing the boys to get up off of the ground. You even go as far as to let them subdue you, the boy with split hair placing ice around your wrists before picking you up. They walk on in silence, all of them forming a protective circle around your soulmate. You can't help but to look at him sadly as he stares down at the ground, his thoughts obviously anywhere but there at the moment.

You want to apologize for some reason- for being a villain, for being his soulmate, for everything. He probably had this big perfect idea in his head about what you would look like only to be met with reality. I mean, you both live in completely different worlds. There's no way you could be together, right?

Unless.... You change who you are.

You've never been 100% committed to being a villain. It kinda just happened and you went along with it. At some point a girl around your age found you and introduced you to the League, which you've only been a part of for less than a month so there's no real connection there. No real reason to stay.

Being a hero now would be impossible. Sure, you've never actually done any real criminal acts besides joining a group of villains- you've never murdered, robbed, assaulted, anything. Hell, you've never even done petty shit like graffiti or pickpocketing. This was your first time actually breaking the law and even then you really haven't done anything. But, surely being involved with the League is good enough reason for you to be locked away for a long time. Maybe you can convince whoever takes you in to give you a chance.

"Uraraka!" You're pulled from your thoughts as the green haired boy- Midoriya- speaks up. You move your gaze towards where the others are looking, only to be slightly surprised. Toga, the girl who recruited you, is pinned under a brunette girl who has a giant needle sticking out of her thigh.

"Uh oh," Toga giggles as she sees you. "Looks like you got caught (N/N). I probably shouldn't do the same." She manages to fight her way out from under the girl before moving to run away. "I don't really feel like dying tonight so I'll be going now!" You watch as she takes off into the forest, nobody bothering to chase after her.

The people around you start talking about their plan to protect Bakugo only to realize that he's no longer standing there, along with the bird boy. Your eyes instantly snap up to the tree line where Compress is, his head shaking slightly as he looks at you.

"Give him back!" Midoriya yells at the other villain, all of them finally noticing him after he spoke up. Compress takes his time in teasing the poor students before announcing to meet at the meeting point, his words echoing through your earpiece. You watch as he takes off bounding from tree to tree as he slowly disappears into the distance.

Todoroki drops you on the ground as they all come up with a plan to get their classmates back from Compress. Their best option is apparently to float and be thrown by frog girl. It's a solid plan but gravity might not work in their favor, especially from that height. So, you speak up.

"Let me help." They all seem startled at the sound of your voice, having completely forgotten about you.

"Why should you trust you?" Todoroki questions, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a member of the League which makes you an enemy."

You sigh, shifting so you can make eye contact with the boy. "I'm not an official member. Tonight was supposed to be the night I prove myself or whatever but in all honesty I could care less about that right now. I haven't even known these people for a month anyways."

"Doesn't really sound convincing," Midoriya hesitates as he stares down at you.

"Would Bakugo being my soulmate be a good enough reason to believe me?"

"What are you talking about?" Uraraka furrows her brows in confusion. Honestly, everyone looks rather confused.

"Do you remember what he said to me earlier?" You look between the three boys. They all nod, recalling their classmates rather foul language from a few minutes ago. "Those same words are below my left collarbone. You can see for yourself."

Now, you didn't really think that part through. You just offered to show your chest to a bunch of strangers which could be rather... intimate. They all look at each other, waiting for someone to offer to do it. Surprisingly, it's the frog girl who steps up.

She steps forward before crouching down in front of you, her hand reaching forward to pull the collar of your shirt down. Her eyes trace over the words on your chest as she reads them before turning to face the group. "It certainly seems like something Bakugo would say. There's plenty of curse words and mentioning of blowing their head off."

"That pretty much sums it up," Midoriya awkwardly chuckles as he remembers the aggressive threat. "I guess you really weren't lying then."

"Great, so now that that's settled can you please let me go so we can save him?"

Todoroki melts the ice around your wrists before you all climb onto Shoji, grasping onto him tightly as Uraraka uses her quirk on everyone. Moments later Tsu's tongue wraps around you all and you're all flying through the air towards Compress who surprisingly wasn't that far away yet.

The second you all collide with him, Uraraka releases her quirk which sends you all plummeting towards the earth. You active your quirk, using the gravity to slow down just enough to lesson the impact. The celebration is cut short as the villain uses his quirk on himself, turning into a small marble just in time for blue flames to shoot out towards you.

You rise to your feet as you come face to face with some of the other League members- Dabi, Twice and Toga. The blonde girl cheers once she sees you, instantly skipping towards you to drag you towards the others. You let her, deciding to keep it cool for now. If they know you're no longer on their side things could go very bad very fast.

Everyone starts fighting, Twice going for Todoroki with his measuring tape while Toga goes for Midoriya. The battle only lasts for a few short minutes before Shoji speaks up, announcing that they'll be leaving. He reveals two marbles in his hand which makes the others sigh in relief. You, on the other hand, know better than that. Even in the short amount of time you've known them you know that Compress likes his tricks.

And you're proven correct as he moves his mask to reveal the real marbles resting upon his tongue while the other ones shatter to show nothing but ice. Kurogiri opens his portals then which you hesitantly make your way towards. You stand next to the magician, looking out at the devastated students.

Suddenly, a bright laser shoots out and hits Compress directly in the face causing him to spit out the marbles. You shoot forward, making it look like you're reaching to grab them but you 'accidentally' smack one of them sending it towards the others. Shoji manages to grab the one you hit while Dabi grabs the other.

"Release them," Dabi demands, wanting to make sure he grabbed the correct one. Soon enough Bakugo is standing next to you with Dabi's hand around the back of his neck.

Midoriya screams out as he runs after him, only to collapse when he shakes his head. They all step through the portal while you remain for a moment longer to tell the sobbing boy one thing before going through yourself.

"I'll protect him."

[returnofeternity]

how do u think the yjs would be with a stone top reader? the cogs are turning,,,,

lottie: she's a verse so she loves it ;b she loves being the one getting taken care of instead of caring for others. wants to touch you sometimes just to show you how much she loves you but respects your wishes of not wanting to receive or be touched at all :) she shows it in other ways that are perfectly fine. it makes her go crazy how affected you get just by pleasing her though. times where you have to keep adjusting your strap because you're so soaked down there that it keeps slipping....umpf she's head over heels.

taissa: femme!top.... it still works though. she's not gonna complain at all !! there's a little back and forth with it that you guys have fun with, but she's always giving herself to you. you just love ruining her... hearing her gasps as you eat her out, feeling her nails scratch your back as you pound into her... it's music to your ears. you love giving!!! honestly, you whine and beg for her to tell you what she wants just so you can give it to her. shutting her down when she asks to give you head, shoving your fingers in her hole and fucking her until she remembers that you're only here to take care of her. you think you love the aftercare with tai the most though. kissing her bite marks on her thighs, telling her how good she was for you, wiping her clean and then cuddling after..

van: this is a pillow princess butch if i've ever seen one... just lie her down and go to town. thinking about stone top!reader that only fucks while wearing their clothes and van who likes to see the big wet spot she made on your pants after she squirted on you <3 talking van through it because she's so vocal and you love that.. always telling her to moan louder so you know that you're making her feel good, always groaning into her pussy because you get to please her and because she tastes amazing.

nat: loves your praises and being taken care of so much. stone top!reader who is horrible at edging nat because they just wanna see her orgasm :/ feeling her throb around your tongue and your plans of making her beg for you are thrown out the window because you want to give her more, more, more! she's so touch-starved that simple touching, just running your hands up her arm or thigh, has her shaking, which makes you drip with wetness. always whispering, "give it to me, natalie." when you can tell she's close, always looking at her too because you wanna see how it breaks as she cums all over your fingers.

shauna: she's a problem. like tai, she's a top and there's a lil back and forth, but she secretly loves being worshipped and taken care of.... just needs someone who can handle her and give her what she wants. honestly....i could see shauna as a stone top too maybe.... blowing her back out while you get off to her whines and how she's giving up her power to you, so gentle but so rough with her, panting into her ear and whispering dirty things, licking over the bites on her neck to soothe them... shauna who's a toucher so you have to tie her wrists sometimes... or keep them pinned to her sides as you eat her out..

[masherface]

"The Only Exception" - Short Ticcijeff Drabble

My last ticcijeff writing post got some positive reception so I thought I'd do another one lol. This ship has had me by my ankles and refuses to let go lmao. Title is based on the song "Only Exception" by Paramore.

CW: smoking, swearing, discussions of bullying, detailed descriptions of scars

Toby checked his phone. Jeff had told him to meet up behind the gas station. He hadn’t told him which one (Jeff was vague with everything) and Burned Pines township had several. Toby felt something crawl in his spine. He turned quickly to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Sure enough the ground behind him was covered in crushed beer cans and bird poop stains, but there wasn’t anyone there. He didn’t know why he did that. Force of habit probably.

He took out his phone again and sent Jeff another text. 

Where r u???

Within minutes he received a reply.

Saw u trun cornr wlk bck round

Toby sighed and turned around, almost rolling his ankle. He clicked his tongue twice. The gas station was next to an old diner that had closed pretty recently. He hadn’t paid it any mind, but now he noticed a small alleyway in between the two buildings. Toby guessed it smelled like garbage but he couldn’t fully tell. Jeff was leaning against the wall, kicking the ground with his torn up combat boots. His head snapped up when Toby walked towards him and he nodded.

“That looks uncomfortable”, Toby paused, “how come you don’t use vowels when you text?”

Jeff shrugged, “keeps people guessing.”

“Oh I would’ve thought you know…it takes too long ... .or I well uh I don’t know maybe-”, Toby clicked his tongue again, “maybe you just type really fast.”

Jeff took a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. It looked like it had been there for a while, the logo fading. The box was held shut with a hair tie. He opened it, taking out one and holding it in his teeth, awfully close to the jagged scars at the corners of his mouth. Toby had noticed they never fully closed, like sometimes they scabbed over but then he would see Jeff again and they were open. The skin around them was slightly swollen, as though they had been infected in the past. Jeff took out another cigarette and held it out. “Want one?”

Toby felt bile rise in his throat. He’d never smoked before (he knew the health risks like the back of his hand). He wanted Jeff to like him though and if that was what it took then so be it. “Sure”, he clicked his tongue, taking the cigarette from Jeff.

Jeff nodded and took out his lighter. The paint was scraped off and there was a crack on the lid. He always carried a lighter with him, despite the burn scars littering his body, some more fresh than others. He lit his cigarette, took a drag, then looked at Toby. “Do you want to do the honors or should I?”

Toby froze, his thoughts flickering back and forth like the flame in front of him. He imagined pressing the fire against his fingernails and watching them burn off. He imagined scraping the lighter on the wall in front of him. He thought of that night in the garage, the smell of it, the ash choking him. He shook his head, “you do it”. 

Jeff lit the cigarette. Toby’s free hand started shaking. He put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled. The gash in his mouth started to sting and the flavor of the smoke was the worst thing he’d tasted in months. He sputtered then coughed, promptly dropping the cigarette. He frantically stamped it out.

Jeff looked at the ground, then back at Toby, then chuckled. “Damn if I’d known I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Known what?”, Toby clicked his tongue, his hand twitching. 

“That was your first time wasn’t it?”

“Well I mean-”, Toby coughed again. His hand tremors were worse than they’d been earlier.

“There’s nothing wrong with it”, Jeff said as though it were a simple concept, “you didn’t have to say yes.”

Toby’s stomach sank. There went his chances. “Well I didn’t ask for your feedback”, he snapped.

“Yeah well that’s kind of my strong suit”, Jeff tilted his head, glancing at Toby’s hands. Toby stuffed his hands in his pocket. “It’s ok really. It didn’t change how I see you?”

“How do you….”, Toby clicked his tongue, “how do you see me?”

“I don’t fuckin know a friend maybe? Yeah? Didn’t really have those growing up”, Jeff leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. Toby noticed his eye makeup was cakey, like he’d slept in it.

“I didn’t really…well…I didn’t really have friends either”, Toby sighed, “tics freaked people out. They thought I was gonna….I don’t know…hurt them?”

“Worse probably”, Jeff flicked the cap of his lighter back and forth, “which is dumb because you seem like you were kinda a goody two shoes no offense. I used to get that a lot too and”, he gestured towards himself, “fuckin look at me now.”

“I don’t know”, Toby snapped his fingers absentmindedly, “I don’t think you’re that bad to look at.”

“You calling me pretty Rogers?”, Jeff smirked.

“Well…”, Toby ran a hand through his hair, “I think you look interesting. A little scary but interesting.”

Jeff laughed, “do I scare you?”

“Not- I mean not like that but-”, Toby clicked his tongue, “yeah you kind of did at first. When you just kept turning up everywhere. I think I actually prefer talking to you though.”

“Haven’t heard that one before”, Jeff inhaled from his cigarette again, then stamped it out. “So friends yeah?”

“Um”, Toby scratched his shoulder, then smiled, “yeah. I guess you’ll be my first friend.”

[canadianlucifer]

Oooooooough I just got a brainwave for turnabout ghoul and this could either be pure genius or a sign that I desperately need to sleep

Okay so- Prosecutors Gambit, case 3. The angels cookbook. What if, hear me out, there were rumours floating around that it contained some recipes for medicine that would allow ghouls to taste things like a human? They'd still get sick, but could taste things right and it'd help them blend in better. And what if Gusto was a ghoul that desperately wanted those medicines. And what if Delicia was an investigator because the CCG couldn't let that stuff get out. And what if those recipes are still locked and hidden away by Judy until IS-7 is finally cleared up and Delicia lets Edgeworth keep the recipes until ghoul legalization is in a better position and he finally has a cup of tea for the first time in 17 yearssssssss

[doodlebeeberry]

odd positioning

alt versions cause i am. indecisive

[tinogiehd]

aya the theme and your words that you meticulously choose and the visual you manage to paint is honestly gives me tummyache in the best way possible your writing is something that out of this world like you're genuinely a talented writer

CRYING SO MUCH :(( anogie i love you and im holding you like a kitten in a blanket

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, cunnīlingus, praise, dirty talk, fįngering, secret freak nanami, hair pulling, mdni.

nanami’s always a gentleman - especially whenever he’s between your legs.

he’s the kind of guy who never forgets his manners. at least, he tries not to. as he’s sprawling both of your plushy thighs apart with a single hand, he’s bringing tender kiss after kiss toward your skin. “may i?” he’d breathlessly murmur as the tip of his nose merely brushes itself down your sopping core. browned, droopy eyes with enlarged pupils that were practically heart-shaped openly leered between the arc of your legs. he’s watching - studying you, silently admiring how your chest heaves up and down after each gasping breath. you’re impatient, so impatient, and a smile creases against his lips once you give a wordless yet needy response of ‘mhm.’

“ah, ah. words, sweetheart. kindly use ‘em for me,” he clicks his tongue, and you let off a sweet, shrilling whimper at the immediate feeling of nanami delicately blowing against your cunt. the cool air that set between your legs from his lips had you arching upward with your toes shamelessly already curling.

fuck.

nanami brought the pad of his thumb near your throbbing opening that was practically drooling before he gave it a teasing kiss. a tiny, popping squelch sobs straight from your sopping pussy and you whined, pouting once nanami licked near your nub before abruptly departing. as his lips hungrily pursed—he glanced back up at you before tilting his head. “oh, i know she’s wet,” he hums, averting his eyes toward your soddened folds before peeking back up at you. “but don’t just let her speak for you. i wanna hear my pretty wet wife too.”

besides his manners, nanami also loved another thing while being between your legs - wearing his reading glasses.

and oh, he just loved the pretty ‘lil whimpers that would slide past your quivering lips as the cold, squared lens would press against your pussy. every time - you’d fog up his glasses while you were uncontrollably rutting your hips against his face.

once he hears that cute, defeated, “p- pleaseee,” leave from your pouty, glittery lips, that’s all it took for nanami to finally dig in.

again, nanami kento’s always a gentleman.

on the other hand, his mouth.. his tongue though? a little more on the dirty side.

constantly - he’s just so hungry.

his lips were so quick at how they just cupped ‘round your nub, and you hear the beginning, loud sucks that echoed through each wall. the first sucks were always the loudest, and you’re gnawing on words that desperately - direly tried to leave your raw throat. instead, though, they just sound inaudible and you’re just whimpering the same repeated cacophonies of ‘kentoooo’ — ‘hngh-’ — or ‘fuck’ ‘s.

as your legs tremor within his firm hold, nanami starts to lave his sticky, pink tongue back ‘n forth until he eventually pried out those adorable squeals from you. he presses his face into your cunt, groaning once your legs mindlessly lock around his neck. “f- fuuuck, ‘ken, keep licking there- oh, my go- hngh-” and with teary, half-open eyes you stared as he’s jerking his head from side to side.

he’s like an animal - feasting between your thighs so viciously to the point where he sometimes forgets to even breathe.

“pretty please kento,” he adds for you, delving his tongue further inside your puffed slit before it swirls in a hypnotic direction. it goes ‘round ‘n round before stretching its way near your g-spot. that earns a small ‘ooh!’ from you as you squeeze your eyes shut. nanami’s tastebuds forevermore salivated for you, and he looked right up at you - pulling his syrupy lips away before swiping his thumb across the crack of his blushed lips. “talk to me, sweetheart.”

“hah- pretty, pretty … pleaseee kento,” you drag your words, letting off a sweet content ‘ah’ once you feel the tangled knot in your stomach unravel. his tongue was so sloppy, curling every which way between your folds before popping right back out. nanami grumbles against your pussy with his blond brows furrowed. the glimmering sleek that strings down his chin sticks against your thighs like constant dripping honey.

you tasted far sweeter than honey though - at least, in nanami’s opinion.

nanami relaxes his jaw — hearing your impatient, wanton cries for more before he gives the center of your cunt its nth kiss. “thaaat’s right- pretty please,” his voice lowers as he praises you, pitching deeper and deeper until he feels your cute ‘lil pulse in his mouth. nanami continued to lie on his chest, pushing the beige bridge of his reading glasses back with the tip of his middle finger. “mhm, such a perfect view,” he purred hoarsely, bringing two thick fingers to slide their way inside of you. he’s staring at your pussy closely, his vision seemingly even more clear after each blink.

within seconds, both digits end up disappearing, and internally, your tummy dips oh-so cutely. his fingers were stubby ‘n thick, making your toes curl even more as every minuscule inch prods into your wet core. as nanami’s tongue kept flicking against your sobbing slit, you’re letting off whine after whine. “heh.. this is probably my favorite chapter,” and as he speaks, your slick continued to fog up both lens of his glasses. “but ah- every great story comes to an end and you’re just about at your climax, right honey?”

“ ‘ken, kentooo-” you’d squeal, each babble of his name turning more breathless. your mind felt like it was just turning into mush. his tongue swirled its way around the spongy textures of your cunt as you felt both of his lengthy fingers pummel their way inside of you. by this point, it felt like you were just about to sink into the mattress.

you felt like you were being pulled in — he’s still maintaining a grip on one of your thighs, but fuck.

“ ‘m gonna … cum,” and as you spoke those long, awaited words, nanami meets your gaze. even a few glimpses of him between your thighs were enough to make you pulse at a rapid speed. his slick hair - it’s usually so well kept and neat or handsomely parted. now, it’s ruffled with blond strands sticking against his forehead with the help of his sweat. a hand of yours finds its way through his hair, roughly yanking near his soft roots. your eager tug at his hair was so hard that his nose is just tickling against your clit.

you felt a smile stretch across his lips as he’s still relishing in your fervor. you were right there … right fuckin’ there and at the brink of your very edge. from head to toe, your body felt like it was on fire - just sizzling with anticipation at a scorching temperature of a hundred degrees.

“c’mon then, sweetheart,” he throatily rasps, wetly pulling his twinned digits from your pussy. from top to bottom, you coated his fingers with your slick that had such a carnal-like shine to it. as his ruby, swollen lips kept latching against your folds, he grumbled at the arising friction in his slacks. “make a mess in my mouth, go on, pretty- give it t’ me please.”

“cum- ‘m cumming!” you’d shriek, chewing each high-pitched vowel and syllable that mewled from your lips. the pool that stirred into the inner depths of your stomach was finally at its peak. you slouch back in jubilant pleasure, loosening your grip on his fleecy strands as his tongue nibbles against your convulsing bud. your body’s just one single word - hot, and you felt like you’d just exploded right then and there. all nerves in your body violently erupt as you’re riding out your orgasm on his tongue with wobbly, numb legs.

the patterns of your breathing slowed significantly, and nanami whispered out husky, ‘thank you’ ‘s as his lips were trying to shower your dripping cunt with appreciation kisses. it’s almost sweet, in a racy way. the once steady beat of your heart felt like it was preparing to pound straight out of your chest, and you flopped your head back against the fluffed pillow that lay underneath you. nanami brings a hand toward your pussy, giving it a soft, praising pat.

your essence sloppily paints all against his palm and he flashes you a sheepish, pussy-drunk grin. “mhm, thank you, sweet girl,” and you honestly didn’t even know what he was thanking you for. ‘till the very end, nanami never forgot his manners, including at the moments where you’ve just drenched his entire face from nose to chin with your treacly slick. “and, hah- thank you,” his bleary, downcast eyes dart towards your slobbering pussy. from the hood of your clit to the very opening near the bottom, you’re soaked - cascading a pretty, wet stream of your shimmery wetness.

with a sticky ‘mwah,’ — nanami gives the center of your pussy its final concluding kiss, still hearing your shallow breaths from above as you’re trying to get over your overwhelming high. everything felt like it was spinning in circles, and the cold, glassy lens of nanami’s glasses pressing against your folds snapped you straight back into lewd reality. “think i’ll rate this book, five stars.”

and as you let off a surprised moan once he’s suddenly turning you over to lie on your back, you heard the familiar ‘zip’ of nanami’s slacks. breathily, he pants as he grinds his angry bulge against your bare cunt, sucking his teeth as you instinctively arched for him.

“fuck… sweetheart. think it’s time for the epilogue. now bend just a liiiittle more for kento, atta girl.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Rafe was so hot this season. Need more of him plsss Can you do Topper sister reader getting caught touching herself and then they start sexting and she ask him to fuck her? reader is 18, of course!

I have a few more Rafe requests in the work. Please keep them coming, I miss this man (and JJ!!)

Warnings: 18+, smut, brother’s best friend, sexting, daddy kink, protected p + v, 

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Rafe never bought your sweet and innocent bullshit you put up in front of people. He knew that under your appearance, under the preppy clothes, the big doe eyes and the angelic laugh, you were anything but innocent. 

Him and Topper have been friends for over ten years, and have been hanging out almost everyday. He watched you grow two feet taller, and when your little girl body turned into a woman’s. He saw you. He studied you. 

It wasn’t until that afternoon the boys came back from the golf course that Rafe had his confirmation. Topper told him to use your bathroom since the main one was being reconstructed, thinking you weren’t home, but when Rafe walked into your room, he saw you naked on your bed, humping your pillow. It wasn’t just any pillow. It was the one with the face on it — a pillow pet, you had called it. The nose of the turtle was rubbing perfectly on your clit, drawing out the softest whimpers and mewls. 

He watched for a few seconds in silence as you rocked down on the pillow back and forth, a smirk curling on his lips. 

‘’Having fun here?’’ he said in a teasing tone, snapping you out of your bubble.

‘’What the fu—’’ You turned around, startled, and saw Rafe standing in your doorway. ‘’Rafe! What are you doing in my room?’’ 

‘’Just needed the bathroom,’’ he explained. His eyes trailed down your body, seeing it for the first time. ‘’Didn’t know you were busy.’’

You threw a plushie at him, hitting him square in the chest. ‘’Get out!’’ 

Rafe laughed and obeyed, closing the door behind him. ‘’If you want to do some naughty things and not get caught, you should lock the door.’’ 

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Since that afternoon, Rafe couldn't help but shift his eyes to you whenever you were around. Now that he knew what was underneath the skirts and girls tops, his imagination had free rein. He was careful, though, making sure your brother never caught on —Topper would kill him if he knew the things he was thinking about you. He made it crystal clear to Rafe and Kelce: you were off-limits.

You didn’t care about your brother’s rule though. Rafe was your brother’s hot best friend. Every girl in Kildare was begging to get in his pants — and now you got it too. But it didn’t cross your mind until the other day when he walked in your room. Maybe it was because you’d always known him, seen him as a kind of second big brother. But now? That image had changed, and there was no going back.

One evening, Rafe was hanging in his bedroom, ready to go out with nowhere to go since Kelce had bailed on him for a Tinder hook up. The asshole. Rafe was annoyed, but there was nothing he could say to make Kelce choose beers over sex. To be fair, He would choose sex too.  

He had texted Topper, but he was at Ruthie’s, which meant Rafe was completely on his own tonight. He’ll probably smoke a bit of weed and watch some porn later, a cozy evening. But Wheezie was still home and Rafe promised her he had quit smoking. 

As he waited, his phone buzzed on his bed where he left it. Rafe picked it up, confused when he had received a picture from an unknown number. It was a faceless girl in a delicate sheer pink cami, and her tits looked fantastic. He frowned as he typed ‘who’s that?’. Must be a mistake.

A reply came five seconds later.

You: You don’t recognize my tits Rafey?

Instantly, he knew it was you. It was a nickname you gave him when you were younger. No one but you called him that — Rafey. 

Rafe: How did you get my number?

You: Stole it from Top’s phone 🤭

Rafe: Naughty girl 

You: Did you like it?

Rafe: Like what?

You: My pic! 📸

You: [picture attached]

It wasn’t the same picture. Not exactly. This time, your sheer cami was pulled up and your tits were completely out. 

Rafe cursed and ran a hand through his hair. How did that happen? It was clear that you sent this picture with the intention of initiating something with him. But why was this happening now? What made you go and send him a picture of your tits tonight? You never flirted with him before, or showed signals that you were interested. 

He reached down to rub himself over his pants as he typed a reply. 

Rafe: Fuck those are nice 🥵 

You: They’re cold…🧊❄️ Can you come warm them up? 

Rafe had to do a double take when he read your message to make sure he hadn’t misread it. Can you come warm them up? It was right there on his phone screen. He looked down at his pants, tented and tight, and groaned. He wasn't sure if he should go through with this or not. Did he want to go to you? Absolutely. Should he break his best friend’s trust for a good fuck? 

Rafe: As long as you warm me up too. 

He sent a picture of his tented pants, which he was incredibly hard under.

You: Waiting for you ���� 

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When he arrived, Rafe turned off the truck’s headlights and made sure the neighbors didn't see him. The lady that lived in front of the Thornton house was a country club member and loved to spread gossip around. It wasn’t unusual for him to be at the Thornton’s, but Topper’s truck was not in the driveway. 

The last thing he needed was her spying through her curtains. 

You were sitting on your bed in a pair of panties your mom didn’t know you owned and your pink cami, waiting for Rafe to show up. Tannyhill was seven minutes away, he shouldn’t be long.

‘’Hi, Rafey,’’ you greeted with the most innocent smile and doe eyes.

Rafe shook his head, tsking. ‘’Uh, uh. Don’t play that game with me.’’ 

Your lips curled into a smile. ''Took you long.''

He rolled his eyes. ‘’What’s the hurry? Are your parents coming home soon?’’ 

You shook your head. ‘’I’m just so fucking horny.’’ 

Rafe laughed out loud. He never heard you speak like that, so raunchy and bold. 

You stood on your knees and lifted your cami off, leaving you topless. Your nipples were peaked and pretty, as if greeting Rafe. ''Are you gonna come and warm them up?''  

No need to ask twice. Rafe pulled you onto his lap and put his large hands on you, groping and playing with your tits. His calloused fingers kneaded into the soft flesh expertly. He found your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, causing you to whimper at the sensation. 

‘’You like when I give your tits attention, uh?’’ he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You nodded, shifting so your needy cunt would come in contact with Rafe’s rock hard erection. He noticed what you were trying to do, and a smirk played on his lips before he attached them to your neck. 

‘’Can't get enough?’’ Rafe asked between kisses. ‘’Didn’t know you were such a needy little thing.’’ His hips rocked up into yours, grinding his thick cock against your clothed cunt. 

The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making you whimper and cling to his shoulders. ‘’Rafe.’’ 

‘’I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt until you can't walk straight,’’ he promised darkly, nipping over the sensitive spot where your pulse raced, making you gasp and arch into him. 

You’ve thought a lot about Rafe touching you these past days. You knew from overheard conversations with the boys — and talks around the island — and that he was experienced, that he knew how to please a girl. He had a reputation. And goddamn he didn’t disappoint. 

One of his hands left your breasts to slide down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to rub over your folds...which were slick with arousal. Rafe groaned. ''Fuck, you're already soaked.'' He rubbed slow circles over your clit, feeling how swollen it had gotten. ''Did you grind on that turtle of yours before I arrived? Turtles are an endangered species or some shit, can’t torture them like that.’’ 

A laugh bubbled out. ‘’Rafe…’’ 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Don’t want you to make me laugh. Want you to fuck me,’’ you said, looking right into his blue eyes. 

Rafe raised an eyebrow, holding your gaze. ‘’You want my cock, babygirl? Want me to fill this pussy up real good?’’ His fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance before pushing inside. 

Your walls clenched around him. 

‘’Rafe…’’ you whined again. 

‘’Okay, okay.’’ He kissed your jawline sweetly, then removed his hand from your panties and swiftly stripped them down your legs. ‘’Might keep these as a keepsake,’’ he joked, holding your lacy thong.  

If you hadn’t been so horny, you would have argued with him to get it back — you didn’t have many and you really liked this pair  —, but all you could think about was the beast in Rafe’s pants pounding into you and making you scream. He could get you on your fours like a dog or fold you like a little pretzel if he wished. 

You just needed him.

You reached for his belt and worked to unbuckle it, but Rafe pushed you back and told you to bend over your vanity. His request surprised you, but you complied. The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver. You never tried that position before. 

You could hear the sound of Rafe undressing — the rustling of fabric, the undoing of a zipper and the clinking of his belt buckle on the floor. You wanted to look at him — at his cock, more precisely —, but he was already behind you, a hand on your back, making you lean down lower, and nudged your legs further apart. 

The air leaked out of your lungs in a squeaky rush when he pressed the tip, gently tearing through your tight walls. The sensation had you gripping the edge of your vanity. 

‘’You okay, baby?’’ he asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

You nodded. ‘’Y-yeah.’’ 

Once the first uncomfortable thrusts passed, you forgot about the initial pain and felt the pleasure flow through your body. Rafe gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft skin as he picked up pace. The vanity creaked, a rhythmic beat that matched your increasingly frantic movements.

Your tightness enveloped him like a vice as he pounded into you mercilessly. Christ, you felt incredible. Each deep stroke dragged a gasp from your lips, and he reveled in the sounds of pleasure you made.

''You feel so fucking good, baby,'' he grunted, gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your soft flesh. ''Is this what you wanted when you stole my number through Topper's phone? For me to fuck your tight cunt?'' 

Tears were pricking your eyes, your mouth hanging open while wanton sounds kept spilling out. ''Yes, Daddy!'' you uttered out.

The word slipped without noticing, sending a jolt straight to Rafe’s cock, making him throb inside you. ‘’That's it, baby,’’ he growled, even more turned on. ‘’Let Daddy know how much you love being fucked.’’

He pistoned into you harder, the force causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. The obscene slapping of skin against skin echoed through the room, adding to the soundtrack of your other sounds. It looked like a scene straight from a spicy booktok romance.

Rafe brought a hand around your neck, forcing you to look up. “Look at yourself.”

You lifted your eyes to the reflection in the mirror. It was a view that was erotic. Seeing yourself nude and flushed along with him, and feeling it at the same time was nearly mesmerizing. The look on your face was hazy, strained, and blissful, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. You locked eyes with Rafe through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear.

Behind you, sweat was sticking to Rafe’s smooth chest, but he didn't slow down. He must have really good stamina. You locked eyes with him through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear. 

‘’Are we putting on a good show?’’ he asked, his voice hoarse and low. His words made your cunt clench around Rafe like a vice. He threw his head back with a groan, his whole body tightening. ''Fuck, you're gonna cut my blood flow if you keep squeezing me like that.''

You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t. You had lost all control of your body, gasping and clenching and rutting hard against Rafe until you came with a drawn-out moan. You shivered through your orgasm and Rafe's steady thrusts. 

When he started to shake, you swallowed hard and found your voice. ‘’Come on, Rafey. Fill me up. Cum deep in my pussy, Daddy!’’ 

That pushed him over the edge, his whole body spasming, cock forced all the way in and filling up the condom. Your chest heaving, trying to catch a breath as he rode out the high, grunts and groans leaving his lips. 

You've never heard anything sexier. 

When he was finished, Rafe pulled out and stepped back, leaving alone on your wobbly legs. You started to lose balance, and quickly grabbed the vanity's edge.

‘’Shit, you good?’’ Rafe asked, his tone hovering between concern and smug satisfaction.

You gave a small nod. You just needed to sit. 

His eyes scanned slowly down your body. ''Fucked you that good, uh?'' he said with a smirk, teasing. 

You shot him a playful glare, going to sit on your bed. ‘’Fuck you, Cameron.’’ 

Rafe laughed as he removed and tossed the condom in your trash. ‘’Just did, Princess.’’ 

God. Could he be more exasperating?

He checked on the way back, reading something that made him frown. ‘’Eh, I gotta go.’’

‘’Now?! We just fucked.’’ 

Although this was a casual fuck and that it’s usually how it ends, you didn’t want him to leave right after. You didn’t expect him to cuddle, but you had hoped he would stay a little. To talk or watch something on Netflix. 

Rafe dressed quickly, explaining that Wheezie needed to drive her to her friend’s house because Rose’s car was not starting. 

Before exiting your room, he called your name. ‘’You sound so pretty when you cum.''

Your cheeks flushed and you hid your face with a pillow. ''Rafe...'' 

The corners of his lips curved into a smug smile. He wasn’t done. ‘’Oh, and I liked when you called me Daddy. It's hot.''

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[nezuscribe]

gojo is used to strange people with strange requests. he gets paid for doing people’s dirty work, things they’d never do themselves, so this is pretty standard in his line of work.

he had to survive somehow, and if becoming the bidder of bad tidings was what made him coin, then he wasn’t one to complain.

another thing that gojo had gotten especially good at is knowing when somebody is looking for him. it’s usually scurried glances and sweaty palms that give them away. which is why now, as he’s resting an ale in hand at the back of the tavern, does he feel this sense go off.

he sits alone, not looking up from his drink as he feels a set of eyes on him. tonight was his night of rest, his horse was sleeping outside, and he had booked a room just for himself. he didn’t care what they gave him. he was checked out for the night.

the room is crowded, with loud and boisterous laughter filling any gaps of silence. people are taking and shouting, but it doesn’t mask the set of footsteps getting near to where he was trying to hide away from everybody else.

gojo keeps his head down, his nose wrinkling in annoyance when timid hands set a pouch in front of him. filled to the brim with gold, most likely.

“i need your help,” a voice, frightful and cracking, says.

gojo rolls his eyes. this isn’t the first time a girl has run away from his rich family and begs him for a chance away. but he’s done that too many times, gone through too much. he’d rather just kill the parents. he takes a sip of his drink, resting his back on the wall.

he knows how this usually goes. a girl wants to run away, she finds him, they end up running away, only for the girl to feel guilty and beg him to take her back home. either that or she has no plan in mind and forces him on an endless chase to somewhere she doesn’t even know.

judging by the tone of your voice, he’s betting you’re a mix of both right now.

“i’m not offering any help right now,” he says, twisting a ring back and forth on his fingers, one he had stollen a while ago.

“i have more gold,” you beg, “i need your help… please. i heard you’re the only person who’s made it through the north alive.”

gojo glances up at you briefly, taking in your bruised and cut face, most likely from running away, at your eyes filled with tears, and at the way your lips trembled.

his eyes flit away momentarily, not expecting you to take him by surprise. you look more roughed up than the other girls he’s seen so far, a certain heaviness in your stare.

“no.” he says bluntly and your gaze seems to waver just slightly. you gnaw on your lips, wondering how you could change your speech to change his mind.

“my father wants me to marry this man. he’s,” you shudder a little bit at the thought, “inhuman. if i don’t get away soon his men will find me. i,” your breathing shudders, “i can’t let them find me.”

gojo sighs deeply though his nose. so much for a relaxful evening.

his eyes search yours again, and he feels a different urgency that he’s never felt before. something that tells him that this is different, that if he doesn’t help you it’s going to be more than a simple punishment of your father taking away your allowance.

“where’s the rest of your gold?” he looks to your empty hands and then back up to your face.

you sputter, looking at him in shock.

“i-in my satchel,” you swallow thickly, “i left it near your horse.”

his mouth almost quirked upwards.

“where do you want to go?” he asks, watching as your posture straightens up a bit.

“to the shore,” you say, “i’ll get the soonest ship out.”

gojo stares at you and you stare at him. he surveys the pouch of gold, knowing it’s more than he’s ever made in months, something he desperately needs.

he rubs a hand across his face, squeezing his eyes shut as he thinks.

“when do you need to leave?” he asks although gojo already mows the wretched answer.

you look bashful as you duck your head down.

“n-now, if possible.”

gojo stares at your pouch a little bit longer. he downs the rest of his drink as he stands up, eyes raking over your features. if it weren’t for time and place he might’ve asked you to accompany him back to his room.

you stare back at him silently and he quirks his silver brow.

“what?” he grumbles, “get your things. we’re leaving.” a small smile breaks its way into your face as you collect your measly bag and your satchel of gold.

gojo knows he shouldn’t have said yes the moment he saw you grin, knowing that you weren’t an ordinary girl and this wasn’t an ordinary request. but he didn’t find it in himself to care.

at least for now, he didn’t.

[gf2bellamy]

exposed — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: spencer is drunk, and reveals your secret relationship. content warnings: drunk spencer, mentioned that derek was the reason spencer got so drunk , team teasing them a/n: i know this is vv similar to drunk ( maybe a bit too similar ) but i had too much fun writing this and i hope you guys like this <3

You leaned against the high table, resting on your elbows as you sipped your drink. The faint clink of ice in your glass was almost drowned out by the sound of JJ and Garcia playfully bickering about something—something silly, no doubt, but their back-and-forth was always entertaining.

You smiled softly, letting their voices fade into the background as your gaze wandered across the room.

The team had decided to unwind after a case, and while the bar wasn’t your usual scene, you were glad for the chance to relax. Emily was at the bar, her eyes scanning the drink menu as she ordered another round. Derek was leaning against the counter, flashing his signature grin at a group of women who seemed more than happy to entertain his attention. But one person was noticeably absent.

Spencer.

Your brows furrowed as you scanned the room again. A flicker of worry crept into your chest, though you tried to push it down.

No one on the team knew about your relationship and you both had agreed to keep it under wraps for now. But that didn’t stop the concern from bubbling up.

“Hey, where’s Spencer?” you asked, turning back to JJ and Garcia.

JJ took a slow sip from her drink, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thought. She shook her head, the straw still between her lips. “No idea,” she said finally, pulling the straw away.

Garcia shrugged, her glittery nails tapping against her glass. “Maybe he went to the bathroom?”

Your eyes darted around the room again. Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to peer over the crowd, but the sea of bodies made it impossible to spot him.

Just as you were about to excuse yourself to go look for him, you felt a warm hand press against the small of your back. You tensed for a moment, instinctively thinking it was a stranger, but then you turned your head, and there he was.

“Spencer,” you breathed, your shoulders relaxing as you looked up at him. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks were tinged with a faint pink hue. His eyes a little unfocused.

He was drunk—or at least tipsy.

“Hi,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly slurred. He didn’t move his hand from your back, and you could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of your shirt.

“There he is!” Garcia exclaimed, pointing at him dramatically and drunk. “The man of the hour!”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “I can see that, Penelope,”

Your heart was racing, and you were hyper-aware of Spencer’s hand still resting on your back. It wasn’t like him to be this touchy—usually, he was reserved, careful, almost shy when it came to physical affection.

But now, his hand lingered, his thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles against the fabric of your shirt. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you quickly took a sip of your soda, hoping to mask the flush creeping up your neck.

“Were you drinking, Dr.Reid?” Penelope’s voice cut through the moment. She narrowed her eyes at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and the slightly dazed look in his eyes.

Spencer blinked, as if processing her question, then shrugged. “Not that much,” he mumbled, his words slightly slurred. His hand, which had been resting on your back, slid around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly into his side.

You stiffened for a moment, wide-eyed, unsure how to react. But before you could say anything, he rested his head on top of yours, his cheek pressing against your hair.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to lean into him, to let yourself melt into his touch, but you forced yourself to stay still.

JJ and Garcia were staring now, their drinks forgotten on the table. Their gazes made your skin prickle with self-consciousness.

“What is happening right now?” JJ whispered, though “whisper” was a generous term considering her current state. Garcia snorted, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Spencer, oblivious—or perhaps too far gone to care—mumbled into your hair, “I missed you.” His voice was soft and it made your chest tighten. “I couldn’t find you earlier,” he added, his words slightly muffled as he nuzzled against you.

You felt your face burn, the heat spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

This was not how you imagined the team finding out about your relationship.

Spencer pulled his head back slightly, looking down at you with a soft, unfocused gaze. His eyes were warm, almost tender, and you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, so you stared at his chest instead, your mind racing.

“I was here the entire time,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. You could feel Garcia and JJ’s eyes on you.

It was like they were watching a scene from one of Garcia’s beloved romantic dramas, and you were the unwilling star.

Spencer didn’t seem to notice—or if he did, he didn’t care. He just hummed in response, his hand still firmly around your waist. “You’re warm,” he said, his voice drowsy now, as if he was on the verge of falling asleep standing up.

Garcia let out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands together. “Oh my God, this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying over the noise of the bar. “You two are adorable!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. What could you even say? Spencer, still blissfully unaware of the chaos he was causing, leaned his head back down on yours, his breath warm against your hair. “Don’t go anywhere,” he murmured, his voice so quiet that only you could hear it.

Then , Emily returned, balancing three drinks in her hands, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the scene before her.

She paused for a moment, her brows lifting in surprise as she took in the sight of Spencer leaning heavily against you, his head resting on yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Wordlessly, she set the drinks down on the table, her gaze flickering between you, Spencer, and the other girls, who were now whispering animatedly among themselves.

“I’m not gonna ask what I missed,” Emily said dryly. “Because I seemingly missed a lot.” There was a glint of amusement in her eyes as she studied the two of you.

Spencer, oblivious to Emily’s arrival, hadn’t moved. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, as if he was on the verge of dozing off.

His entire body weight was leaning against you now, and while you were used to his lanky frame, the added heaviness of his drunken state was starting to make your legs ache.

Still, you held him up, your concern for him overshadowing your embarrassment at having the entire team witness this moment.

The three girls—JJ, Garcia, and now Emily—were huddled together, their heads bent close as they whispered and giggled. You could only imagine what they were saying, but you didn’t care right now. Your concern overshadowed your feeling of embarrassment .

“Spencer,” you said softly, turning your head slightly to look at him. He stirred at the sound of your voice, slowly lifting his head. His eyes were half-lidded as he blinked down at you.

“How much have you had to drink?” you asked, your voice concerned. You reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering for a moment against his warm skin.

Spencer opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, you added, “Be honest.” You held his gaze, waiting for his response.

He hesitated, his brow furrowing as if he was trying to recall. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted finally, his voice quiet and slightly slurred. “Derek kept handing me drinks. I lost count after the third one.”

To your luck—and Derek’s bad luck—Derek chose that exact moment to saunter back to the table, his signature smirk plastered across his face.

He was clearly in high spirits, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the confident charmer he was.

But the moment his eyes landed on you, your pointed finger aimed directly at him, his smirk faltered slightly.

“You,” you said, your tone sharp. Derek raised his eyebrows, his hands coming up in mock surrender as he glanced between you and Spencer, who was now leaning heavily against the table in front of him. Your legs were grateful for the brief break, though you kept a steadying hand on Spencer’s back, just in case.

“Me?” Derek asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “What did I do?”

“You need to stop handing him drinks,” you said, your finger still pointed at him, wagging slightly for emphasis. “Look at him, Derek. He’s not exactly a heavyweight when it comes to alcohol, and now he’s—” You gestured to Spencer, who was currently resting his head on the table, his eyes half-closed and his cheeks flushed. “—like this.”

Derek glanced at Spencer, his smirk returning as he shrugged. “Hey, I was just trying to loosen him up a little. You know how he gets—all wound up and overthinking everything. Figured a few drinks might help him relax.”

“A few drinks?” you repeated, your voice rising slightly. “Derek, he’s practically falling asleep on the table. He told me he lost count after the third one. Third one.”

Derek had the decency to look slightly sheepish, though his grin didn’t completely disappear. “Okay, okay, maybe I got a little carried away,” he admitted, holding up his hands again. “But cut me some slack—I didn’t know he’d turn into a lightweight after, like, two sips.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to suppress the mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up inside you. “Just… next time, maybe check in with him before you start playing bartender, okay?”

Derek chuckled, raising his hands in surrender once more. “Alright, alright, I hear you. No more drinks for the kid. Scout’s honor.” His grin was wide, clearly amused by the whole situation.

You turned your attention back to Spencer, who was still slumped against the table, his head resting on his arms. “Spencer,” you said softly, patting his back gently. “You can’t fall asleep here. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Spencer groaned softly, lifting his head sluggishly from the table. His hair was tousled, his cheeks still flushed, and his eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared down at you.

“I know,” he replied lazily, his words slightly slurred. “Your bed is more comfortable anyway.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the room seemed to freeze. Derek, who had been grinning ear to ear at Spencer’s drunken state, suddenly looked like he’d been hit by a truck.

His grin dropped, his eyebrows shooting up as he muttered a stunned, “What?”

The girls—JJ, Garcia, and Emily—who had been quietly observing the scene, immediately erupted into a chorus of gasps and giggles. Garcia clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement, while JJ bit her lip to stifle a laugh. Emily simply raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk.

You felt your face heat up, the flush spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. “Spencer,” you hissed under your breath, though it was too late to undo the damage.

The cat was officially out of the bag.

Spencer, blissfully unaware of the bomb he’d just dropped, blinked at you, his expression innocent and slightly confused. “What?” he asked, his voice soft and drowsy. “It’s true. Your bed is more comfortable.”

Derek, still recovering from the initial shock, let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, well, well,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone’s been keeping secrets.”

“Oh my God,” Garcia squealed, practically bouncing on the spot. “This is everything! I can not believe this is happening right now.”

Spencer, still leaning heavily against the table, seemed completely unfazed by the chaos he’d just caused. He tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing as he looked at you. “Did I say something wrong?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine confusion.

You sighed, shaking your head. “No, Spencer,” you said softly, your tone fond despite the situation. “You didn’t say anything wrong. But maybe… let’s save the bedroom commentary for when we’re not surrounded by the entire team, okay?”

He nodded slowly, though it was clear he didn’t fully understand what had just happened.

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice drowsy. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he straightened up slightly—or at least as much as his drunken state would allow—and turned to face the group. “But just so you all know,” he announced, his words slurred but oddly formal, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The table erupted into a mix of gasps, laughter, and exaggerated “awws.” Garcia clutched her chest dramatically, as if she’d just witnessed the most romantic moment of her life, while JJ nearly spilled her drink from laughing so hard.

Derek, still recovering from the initial shock, let out a low whistle. “Man, Reid, you’re full of surprises tonight,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

You buried your face in your hands, your cheeks burning. “Spencer,” you groaned, though there was no real annoyance in your voice. “What did I just say?”

Spencer blinked at you, his expression completely sincere. “I didn’t say anything about the bedroom,” he said, his tone almost proud. “I just said you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. That’s not commentary. That’s a fact.”

The table exploded into laughter again.

“Well,” Emily said, raising her glass in a mock toast, “I guess that settles it. Congratulations, you two. You’ve officially made this the most entertaining team night we’ve ever had.”

Spencer, completely unfazed, turned to Emily with a serious expression. “Thank you,” he said, nodding solemnly. “I’m glad you approve.”

This sent the group into another round of laughter, and you couldn’t help but laugh too, despite the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Spencer, still leaning heavily against you, looked down at you with a soft, lopsided smile. “You’re laughing,” he said, his voice warm and drowsy. “I like it when you laugh.”

Your heart melted a little at his words, but before you could respond, Garcia interjected. “Oh my God, you two are adorable!” she squealed, clutching JJ’s arm for support. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from us! How long has this been going on? Wait, no—don’t answer that. I need details. All the details.”

“Penelope,” you said, your voice pleading, though you were still smiling. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Oh, we’re absolutely doing this right now,” JJ said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, spill. How long has this been a thing?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Spencer beat you to it. “Three months, two weeks, and four days,” he said matter-of-factly. “Not that I’ve been counting or anything.”

“Spencer,” you muttered. He patted your back gently.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice soft. “They’re just happy for us. Right?” He turned to the group, his expression suddenly serious. “You’re happy for us, right?”

The team exchanged glances, their laughter subsiding slightly as they took in Spencer’s earnest expression.

Derek was the first to respond, clapping Spencer on the shoulder with a grin. “Of course we’re happy for you, pretty boy,” he said. “Just didn’t think you had it in you to land someone like her.”

“Hey,” you protested, though you were smiling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Derek shrugged, his grin widening. “You know what I mean. Reid’s a genius and all, but he’s not exactly Mr. Smooth.”

Spencer frowned, his brow furrowing as he tried to process Derek’s words. “I’m smooth,” he said, his voice slightly indignant. “Right?” He turned to you, his expression suddenly uncertain, his big, doe eyes searching yours for reassurance.

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to touch his upper arm gently.

“You’re perfect,” you said, your tone fond. “But maybe… let’s not use Derek as the benchmark for ‘smooth,’ okay? He thinks quoting pickup lines from 80s movies is a personality trait.”

Derek, who had been leaning, feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Hey! Those lines are timeless,” he protested, though his grin gave him away. “And for the record, they work.”

“Sure they do,” JJ chimed in, rolling her eyes. “If by ‘work,’ you mean people giving you their number just to get you to leave.”

Even Spencer let out a soft chuckle, though it was clear he was still struggling to keep up with the conversation.

He leaned into your touch. “I don’t need pickup lines,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I have… facts. And statistics. And… you.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “See?” you said, glancing at the group. “That’s smooth. Take notes, Derek.”

Derek held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit it. Reid’s got game. Who knew?”

Garcia clasped her hands together. “Spencer Reid, certified romantic genius. I’m writing this down for the history books.”

Spencer tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing again. “I’m not a genius at romance,” he said, his words slightly slurred. “I’m just… really good at liking her.”

The table collectively “awwed,” and you felt your cheeks heat up again. “Spencer,” you said softly, shaking your head. “You’re going to give me a cavity with all this sweetness.”

He blinked at you, his expression completely serious. “That’s statistically unlikely,” he said. “Unless you’ve been consuming excessive amounts of sucrose.”

“Okay, Dr. Reid,” you said, your tone teasing. “Let’s get you home before you start calculating the probability of me falling for you.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up at that, and he straightened slightly—or at least as much as his drunken state would allow. “I already did that,” he said, his voice suddenly animated. “It’s approximately 97.3 percent, accounting for variables like mutual interests, compatibility, and the fact that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

Garcia clutched her chest dramatically, as if she’d just witnessed the most romantic moment of her life, while JJ fanned herself with her hand. “Someone get me a fan,” she said, her voice teasing. “I think I’m overheating from all this sweetness.”

Derek shook his head in disbelief. “Man, Reid, you’re out here dropping numbers and poetry. I’m starting to think I’ve been doing this whole dating thing wrong.”

You buried your face in Spencer’s shoulder, your cheeks burning. “Spencer,” you groaned, though there was no real annoyance in your voice. “What did I just say about saving the sweet stuff for when we’re alone?”

He patted your back gently. “I can’t help it,” he said, his voice soft. “You make me want to say nice things.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re impossible,” you said, your tone fond. “Now, come on. Let’s get you home before you start reciting love sonnets or something.”

Spencer nodded, though he didn’t move right away. Instead, he leaned down slightly, his face inches from yours, his expression suddenly serious. “I could write you a love sonnet,” he said, his voice low and slightly slurred. “In iambic pentameter. Or maybe a haiku. Do you like haikus?”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, despite the sheer absurdity of the situation. “How about we save the poetry for tomorrow?” you said gently, guiding him toward the door. “When you’re sober and can actually remember it.”

Spencer nodded again, though it was clear he was already halfway to falling asleep on his feet.

As you guided him out of the bar, the team’s laughter and teasing comments followed you, but you didn’t mind.

For all the chaos and embarrassment, there was something undeniably sweet about the way Spencer had so openly declared his feelings—even if it had been in front of the entire team.

The next morning, you moved quietly, trying not to make too much noise as you prepared breakfast. The smell of coffee filled the air, and the sizzle of eggs in the pan was the only sound breaking the peaceful silence.

On the counter, next to a glass of water, sat two Advil—placed there for the inevitable hangover you knew Spencer would be having.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you flipped the eggs, thinking about the previous night.

You’d managed to get him into bed without too much trouble, though he’d insisted on holding your hand until he’d finally drifted off to sleep.

Just as you were plating the eggs, you heard a faint groan from the bedroom and water splashing in the bathroom.

You turned just in time to see Spencer appear in the doorway, his hair sticking up in every direction and his face pale. He was squinting against the light, one hand pressed to his temple as if trying to hold his head together.

“Morning,” you said, your tone cheerful but soft, not wanting to worsen what was clearly a pounding headache. “How are you feeling?”

Spencer groaned, shuffling further into the kitchen. “I think my brain is trying to escape through my ears,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse. He slumped into a chair at the table, resting his forehead on his arms. “Why did I let Derek talk me into drinking so much?”

You chuckled, setting a plate in front of him along with the glass of water and Advil. “Because Derek is a bad influence,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his messy hair. “And because you, my dear, have the alcohol tolerance of a goldfish.”

Spencer lifted his head slightly, squinting up at you. “Goldfish don’t drink alcohol,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact even in his miserable state. “They’d die.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you poured him a cup of coffee. “Exactly my point,” you said, setting the mug down in front of him. “Here. Drink this. And take the Advil before your brain actually does try to escape.”

Spencer obeyed, swallowing the pills with a sip of water before reaching for the coffee. He took a slow sip, his expression softening slightly as the warmth seemed to soothe him. “You’re a lifesaver,” he murmured, his voice still rough but tinged with gratitude.

You smiled, leaning against the counter as you watched him. “I try,” you said, your tone teasing. “But just so you know, you owe me big time for last night.”

Spencer froze, his coffee mug halfway to his lips. “Last night?” he repeated, his voice suddenly tense. “What… what happened last night?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a grin. “You don’t remember?”

He set the mug down slowly, his expression a mix of panic and dread. “I remember… bits and pieces,” he said, his voice hesitant. “I remember Derek handing me drinks. And I remember… you.” He paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to piece together the fragments of the evening. “Did I… did I say something? Or do something? Oh no. Did I embarrass you?”

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, the sound filling the kitchen “Oh, you definitely embarrassed me,” you said, your tone light. “But it was also kind of adorable, so I’ll let it slide.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, his face paling even further. “What did I do?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Well, for starters, you announced to the entire team that my bed is more comfortable than yours.”

Spencer’s mouth fell open, his expression a perfect mix of horror and disbelief. “I did what?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “And then you told them I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And then you started calculating the probability of me falling for you. And then you offered to write me a love sonnet. In iambic pentameter.”

Spencer groaned again, dropping his head back onto the table next to his plate , with a soft thud. “I’m never drinking again,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the table. “Ever.”

You chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “It’s okay,” you said, your tone fond. “They were happy for us. And honestly, it was kind of sweet. You’re very cute when you’re drunk.”

Spencer lifted his head slightly, peeking up at you with a sheepish expression. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft. “I didn’t mean to spill everything like that.”

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Don’t apologize,” you said. “It was bound to happen eventually. And besides, I think it’s kind of nice that everyone knows now. No more secrets.”

Spencer nodded slowly, though he still looked mortified. “I guess,” he said, his tone reluctant. “But I’m still never drinking again.”

Spencer picked up his fork and poking at the eggs on his plate. He took a tentative bite, his expression softening as he realized how hungry he was. “This is really good,” he said, once he swallowed his first bite.

You smiled, sitting down across from him with your own plate. “Glad you like it,” you said. “You need the energy—today’s going to be interesting.”

Spencer froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Why?” he asked, his tone wary.

You grinned, taking a sip of your coffee. “Because,” you said, your tone teasing, “I’m pretty sure Garcia’s going to ambush us the second we walk into the office. And Derek’s probably going to make fun of you for the rest of the week.”

Spencer groaned again, dropping his fork onto his plate. “I’m calling in sick,” he said, his voice resigned.

You laughed, reaching across the table to take his hand. “It’ll be okay,” you said, your tone reassuring. “And hey, at least now we don’t have to hide anything anymore.”

Spencer looked at you, his expression softening. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quiet. “I guess that’s a good thing.” He squeezed your hand gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks for taking care of me. Even when I’m a disaster.”

You smiled back, your heart swelling with affection. “Always,” you said softly. “Now eat your breakfast, Dr. Reid. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

[quantum1mmortality]

omg uhhhh…

curly giving/receiving head headcanons??…

it’s so generic but I’m on the floor sobbing I’m desperate for more of this man, you’re an incredible writer and I love what you’ve written abt curly so far!!

I want to give this man the most world shattering head he's ever had in his whole life, like soiled sheets and fucking mind boggling orgasms. RIGHT NOW

Tw/cw; Afab!reader, cunnilingus AND filatio!!!! that's all I think

Not proofread

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Receiving

He whimpers.

No but like seriously, he does whimper. He'd be so caught up in the feeling that just slips out, along with him saying your name ofc 🤭

He'd be more of a sheet gripper than a hair gripper. Like I said in my marriage hcs, Curly tries his best to not be rough with you; and in his eyes, gripping onto your hair is being rough.

He mainly thinks that way because he's under the assumption that it hurts you, which he wants no part of. So, he sticks to what he thinks is best for you.

But sometimes he just can't help himself, the pleasure he's feeling overrules his own morals, and he breaks.

So every once in a while, he'll grab a hold of your hair and just.. push you down a little further and hold you there. It isn't his fault, he doesn't mean to! But he feels awful about it in the moment

Once he's finished, he's an incoherent mess. He's so fucked out he can't even form words properly, but after a few minutes he can say "thank you". Why does he thank you? He thinks it's nice; a gentlemanly thing to do.

He'll eventually apologize, just give him a few more minutes to compose himself.

Giving

Curly would be the type of man to constantly want you sitting on his face. And I mean CONSTANTLY.

He'd definitely use it as foreplay all the time. Even if you don't need it, he'll still insist. He probably gets more pleasure from it than you do.

Even though he doesn't want to hurt you, that rule for him doesn't apply when he's eating you out. His hands leave actual MARKS from how hard he's pulling your thighs down while trying to keep you still.

Do you guys remember what doja cat said about big noses? Curly would DEFINITELY position your waist in a way that your clit is resting on his nose. And then he'd use his grip on your thighs to rock you back and forth, as if you're riding it

As you can imagine it doesn't take long to cum after he starts doing that, and he's not letting a single drop go to waste. It's his favorite snack actually, he likes working for what he deserves 🤭

More often than not he'd ask to do it again, but it takes so much energy out of you that you physically can't sit up. It's like he's sucking the life out of you, both literally and metaphorically.

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A/n: Got me holding my breath I've been dreaming of this all night, thinking all the time about you hope that's alright

[teaboot]

Its been a rough couple days out here so I'm writing a list of things I love about my son

(who is cat)

His dumb little face

His pretty yellow eyes

Every day when I get home the FIRST thing that happens is I scoop him up into my arms like a big baby and he let's me rub his tumtum for a whole two minutes!! Before returning to Bite Mode

The SECOND thing that happens is he gets the zoomies! When his father returns from work he goes SNUGGLE! then zooooooom. Because he is excited for me to play with him!!

When I play computer games he likes to feel included so even though he isn't normally very touchy he lets me scoop him up in one arm so he can sit there like a toddler and watch the screen

He trusts me SO much like if he wants up on a shelf or down off something tall I can just walk over and kneel and he'll crawl up or down me like a ladder and I've never had a cat do that before

He'll ride around on my shoulders when I take him out for walks which van be tricky now that he's big but he's so brave even when we pass a dog

Sometimes when I go to run his chin he gets SO EXCITED he'll jam his nose into my palm and smush it hard like he's trying to burrow a hole in the ground and it's adorable

He loves water-appliances? Like sinks and toilets and baths and such. He gets SO excited every time I turn on a faucet, he'll rush over and get as close as he can to watch without getting wet.

His favourite part of the whole house is the bathtub and whenever I take a bath he'll drape himself over the side and lounge there until I get out. He's not allowed in when I'm using the toilet but once I'm done I open the door to leave and he rushes in to check if I've been taking a secret bath without him, goes straight to the tub

In trying to teach him not to bite me, he has learned that he IS allowed to bite blankets. So if he really, really wants to play and I'm ignoring him, he'll bite me blankets and whip them around like a puppy playing tug-of-war.

If I'm ignoring him because I am ALSEEP, this sometimes results in me waking up because he has successfully pulled my blankets off of me.

He likes watching trucks. He'll sit in the window and watch traffic but if he hears a loud engine he'll RUSH to check it out.

When he was a baby, my brother would visit in the afternoons to feed and play with him while I was working. As a result, he loves his uncle more than me, and will allow constant tummy rubs

Because my brothers and I do family movie night at my place, and because he loves his uncles so much, he lights up whenever the doorbell rings and MUST greet visitors at the door.

Sometimes he tries to climb up a door by hugging the edge and jumping as high as he can. It has never worked but he still keeps trying. I think he just likes sliding down like it's a firepole.

He is obsessed with the smell of McDonalds french fries. He doesn't try to eat them, he just wants the box. There us currently one under my bed that I'm not allowed to throw away. I can hear him jamming his face into it right now.

Sometimes when he's curious about something I'm doing- eating, drinking, washing up, whatever- I'll let him sniff, and I'll just hear two or three strongass HUFF. HUFF sounds before he goes back to chilling. It's the cutest shit.

He's soft like the luxurious wild mink

His littol baby FEETSIES

Sometimes he stops grooming himself and forgets his tongue is sticking out

His laser toy has a keychain attachment that jingles so whenever he hears a metallic jingle like that he thinks it's playtime

when I wash my face in the bathroom in the morning he hops on top of the toilet tank and starts grooming himself like "Oh hey I guess it's EVERYBODY'S bath time okay"

He's chatty and will meep back and forth with me

He has a round little wicker nest bed on a pedestal in my room and he likes to climb inside at night and make biscuits on the cushion while he sucks on the corner and it makes me wanna cry he's such a big baby

He will not wake me up for breakfast but as soon as I move in thevmorning he'll hop up onto my chest and stare at me. If I take too long to get up he'll meep in my face and then bounce back and forth between me and the door until I'm up.

Once I AM up, he will circle me and continue chirping until I ask him if it is time for dinner. Dinner, as far as he knows, is the only word for food. As soon as I ask, "is it dinner time?" He will zoom to the kitchen like a bat out of he'll and wait beside his bowl.

He genuinely seems to enjoy walkies and will climb into his carrier if he thinks we're going somewhere

Soketimes he'll pick up one of his toys and trot around with it like he's showing it off and I swear to God every time it makes me wanna make the most embarrassing noises

Him son ♡

[bbokicidal]

skz + sharing

you know what i'm talkin' about. [re-upload from @chvnlix!]

MDNI (18+) - Sexual Content, Pure Smut, literally no fluff. Just sex.

genre: smut pairing: ot8 [duos] x implied fem!reader warnings: sharing is caring <3

I have to thank one of my LOVELY anons who reblogged a LOT of my work - thank you, angel!! you're doing us all a great service by gathering these so I can repost them for others to see once more <333 hahaha

chris will share you with any of the boys - after a certain point in your relationship. it starts because of the younger aussie ogling you when you come to visit them during dance practice - and later that night chris found him outside his bedroom mid-fuck, pulling open the door to drag the other man inside and gesture to your bare body on his bed. you're panting, chest heaving and eyes lidded as you stare over at felix. he's choked up with pink cheeks, but only ten minutes later he's throat deep eating your pussy until you're gasping and choking on your tears. chris, ultimately after that, is more than happy to watch and help the others please you the same way he does. felix is more often than not the one popping around when he hears you two fucking, though. (and minho. minho comes along a lot, too.)

minho will share you with hyunjin. the two share the same lookdown on you sexually. you're smaller than them in every way, so they're both more than happy to pin you against the sheets and fuck into you until you're braindead and your eyes are rolling back into your skull. though minho isn't one to just sit back - he needs to be involved, either fucking your face while hyune takes your pussy or sucking marks over your tits while hyune eats you out with your thighs squeezing around his head. and they're absolutely going to take turns flipping you around and holding you down by your throat as they use you like you're nothing but a free use slut.

changbin will share you with jeongin. it's something about watching the youngest of the group fuck a woman who's older - and hearing him call you noona is just too cute. he's more the type to watch while it happens, absolutely in awe at the way you take charge with jeongin but not with him. you'll ride the maknae until he's damn near in tears, the mattress caving each time and bouncing and squeaking under your movements - or you'll sit on jeongin's face and rock your hips back and forth until he's sputtering and drooling and clawing at your thighs for air, which you absolutely won't give him until his ears are pink.

hyunjin will share you with changbin. hyune takes pride in his arms, in his strength and being able to hold you up while he fucks into you - but watching changbin do it is something else. it makes a rouse of jealousy stir in his chest the first time he invites the older man to fuck with you two, but the jealousy just fuels his lust and he ends up being more rough than ever. changbin is happy to kiss over your body and up your throat while hyunjin holds you by the wrists, pounding into you from behind and keeping you sat up on your knees as you whine. only when you're really putty in their hands is when he'll hand you over, knowing he did that to you - put you in that state - before letting changbin pick you up and press your back to the wall to fuck up into you.

jisung will share you with felix. the sunshine twins take pride in being able to take care of you together, and felix loves it so much when jisung hints at letting him in the bedroom with you. he'll sit back at first and let felix worship over your body until you're squirming and begging for one of their cocks - or both - before moving to your side to whisper sweet nothings and join in on the worshipping. jisung'll get more mushy than ever, fucking into you so sweetly and letting felix use your mouth or your hands or whatever he wants, before letting him have his own turn. one at a time, just to be gentle with you. and they'll both cover you in cum and grin when you're giggling, claiming you're not done and want to keep going. (though they're soft now, that doesn't mean there isn't times they'll invite you to the studio during late hours and fuck you on the couch or up against the desk.)

felix will share you with minho. he's more than happy to start things off and get your clothes on the floor before getting to the good stuff - and minho is too impatient to sit back and just watch the entire thing. he'll let you know he wants you by pressing his cock straining in his jeans right up against your hip, caging you between himself and felix while sucking marks all over your skin. he's the type to leave his presence on you - and felix doesn't seem to mind it at all. they'll fuck into you at the same time, either spitroasting or dp if you're down for it - and though felix would be alright with being done whenever, minho is the type to force multiple orgasms from you until he's satisfied. it leads to long, long nights.

seungmin will share you with jisung. it's a different dynamic, the two. seungmin is happy to shove you around and onto the bed, watching you trip over yourself and let him pull your shorts right off you to land a few hard smacks against your ass. he likes to watch you squirm - and so does jisung, of course. but he'll knead at the handprints seungmin left on you and caress over them to soothe the sting. the dynamic is also different in the sense that jisung is a needy lover. he'll rut into you like a rabbit wanting to breed, barely even pulling out before hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. he refuses to be so far from you, too impatient and wanting to pull out all the way and leaving you moaning loud; choking and gasping and bouncing back and forth against the mattress beneath you. and when seungmin finally gets his turn it'll be the complete opposite - smooth and long strokes that make you whining for him to go just a little faster - which he of course won't listen to.

jeongin will share you with seungmin. mean, mean, mean. rough dominant men that press the side of your face into the wall, holding you by the back of your neck and slapping your ass so hard that your cheeks are pink and burning by the time they're done. the types to chuckle about it all and barely say anything to you the entire time they fuck you, using your throat until it's raw and you're drooling, tears streaking down your cheeks and jaw sore from being slack. jeongin will let seungmin do whatever he wants - use you however he wants, whatever hole, however fast. and he's the type to keep you busy and occupied even when seungmin is fucking into you, one leg thrown over his shoulder while jeongin keeps his index and middle fingers pushing down on your tongue as you stare up at him with tears in your eyes. he'll coo and watch spit pool, sliding down your cheeks while you gag and whine.

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