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familiar face | w.m & n.s
summary: wanda finds herself in an unexpected situation.
warnings: wanda is dead here (I REFUSE TO BELIEVE SHE ACTUALLY IS), nicky appearance, kinda angsty but also fluff i guess??, not that well written, i havent watched wandavision and it's been a while since mom so!!
wc: 949
wanda was lost.
all she could remember was sitting on mount wundagore, using her might and magic to cut the castle in half and bring it down upon herself.
the pain was too brief to be registered, and the next thing she knew, she had been transported somewhere.
the place was familiar in a way, but also new. it was dark and empty, no landscape whatsoever. wanda was surrounded by black, as if she had been dropped into a lightless box. she was barefoot, beneath her it felt like cold tiles.
she looked around. there was nothing to see - no people, no sound, not even a reflection.
an anguished cry crawled out of her throat. she was alone once more. she had her brother, then pietro died. she had vision, then he died. she had her sons, and even they were gone also.
no family, no friends, no lovers, and no enemies. wanda maximoff was truly and fully alone.
she fell down on a floor that didn't exist, sobs racking her body as she buried her face in her hands.
wanda sat there for who knew how long, eyes slowly growing puffy and her nose bright red. if this was how she was to spend eternity, wasn't death better? but if this were death - was it a punishment?
"i'm sorry my mother isn't here to take you."
wanda stopped immediately, having heard a child's voice. her head raised slowly from her palms, turning around to lock eyes with a boy barely past childhood.
another stifled cry from her as her hand flew up to cover her mouth in shock. the boy was familiar - too familiar. the soft smile and the way his eyes looked at her with so much kindness. in fact, he looked quite a bit like one of her own sons.
"billy?" wanda whispered, still in shock, hesitant to approach or even move. she had just had an interaction with one of billy's variants before this, and it wasn't at all pleasant.
the boy's head tilted, confused at the unfamiliarity of the name. "i'm afraid i'm not who you think. my name is nicholas."
the scarlet witch exhaled. "do you know where we are, nicholas?"
nicky smiled patiently. "waiting for my mother."
"and- and who is your mother?"
the boy paused, thinking carefully of what to answer next. "rio."
he sat next to wanda, ignoring her little flinch. "do you want to sit down for a while?"
she nodded, appreciating the patience of the small boy. how the tables have turned - she still remembered the amount of patience she had to have while raising her twins.
they sat there for a while, a mother and a son, in comfortable silence. wanda's sniffles gradually ceased, until the place was quiet once again. but this time she felt safe - knowing that she wasn't alone, that she was just waiting (for what, she didn't know), and she had company.
"tell me about yourself, nicholas."
he smiled again, twisting so that he sat facing her, and began relaying his memories to the witch before him. he spoke about the cozy little cottage he used to live in with his mama. he spoke about the wide, grassy green fields; of the townsfolk he visited every week with his mama; of the forest he was so used to and the goat he loved caring for, and the song he and his mama made. 'down, down, down the road, down the witches' road' he sang, giving a little sample.
but wanda caught on to a specific word. "witches?"
"yeah." he didn't elaborate. "my mama made the whol song with me - it started with 'windy road'. i miss her a lot. i haven't seen her since my mother took me away."
wanda's eyebrows knitted together. "who's mother? who's mama?"
"okay. mother is rio. she's who we're waiting for. mama is agatha."
"agatha?" her heart started to fill with dread.
"agatha harkness."
oh. but before she could recoil, a gap opened up in front of her, like a tv screen or perhaps a window.
her view was initially covered by foliage, which then parted to reveal a teenage boy lying on the ground, passed out. his shirt was torn, blood gushing out of a wound. he had curly hair and black eyeliner, but wanda recognized him immediately. not by appearance, no - she couldn't understand who this boy was - but for whatever reason she knew in her heart that this was billy.
wanda's black-tipped fingers pressed to her mouth, eyes filling up once more with unshed tears. then her eyes found agatha, and rage welled up in her until she realized that the other witch, too, had tears in her eyes.
"don't." agatha whispered to a woman clad in green. nicholas pointed at her. "that's who we're waiting for. but i think she's too busy to get you herself."
the image closed and wanda found herself staring at nothing again.
"what?" the scarlet witch breathed out, looking at the boy, confused.
"death," he said, "is also a name my mother goes by."
he stood up, extending his hand. "i'm sorry i can't explain more, too. but i think we should go."
"t-to where?" she accepted his hand and got up too.
but the son of death and agatha harkness only smiled at the scarlet witch. "on."
wanda sent a last look to the spot where the vision had just been. weight she didn't know was there lifted from her heart, for her enemy is now there to protect one of her sons, and her enemy's own now holds her hand. she must return the favor.
and so they walked.
a/n: im not satisfied but i randomly had the vision and had to put it down. might make a headcanon version cuz itll be easier
#⍠zee's fics#marvel#mcu#nicholas scratch#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#multiverse of madness#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario
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Oh lord âŚ
Also I dunno what this means but I donât think itâs any good given the context and the comments and that need him tag âŚ
HELP WHY IS FORTNITE IN THE TAGS
#THE COMMENTS#LIEK YEAH HE LOOKED GOOD BUT OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THOSE COMMENTS#rescue mission 2.0 we need to save alhaitham#LMAO#Save him from the shippers AND the simps#dora daily#and give him to me he will be safe and sound locked up in my dungeon đâ¨
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*collapses on the floor and starts having visions (new fic ideas)*
#godsrambles#godsficideas#tags essay#the idea is: in his early portal travel days. ford thinks he has discovered a way to quickly and easily confront and kill bill#it sounds almost too good to be true. but he has to try.#the random alien stranger/s who sold him this 'opportunity' for a high price are like 'ok. setting up the death ray now. brb'#'meanwhile a portal to bills dimension will start opening up. its safe youll be fine.'#so ford is sitting in this tiny storage room place with an alleged portal to the nightmare realm slowly opening up before his eyes.#and bill is on the other side of the so-called 'portal.' he can look right back at ford. fords like 'hmm i hate this actually im going'#turns out the door is locked. fords first thought is 'uh oh they sold me out to bill it was all a trick'. but bill is unable to reach him.#it isnt even a portal. its just a glorified interdimensional video call. they locked the door to give them enough time to run off#before ford realized the scam. so bill laughs at him for a min. and then they have a conversation. ford finally asks 'Why??'#'why would you ruin my life??'. and bill kinda. obliges him just this once. drops his cheerful annoying act just this once.#and answers him plainly and honestly 'I didnt. i didnt try to ruin your life. it never even crossed my mind how your life could be affected#'it was all a means to an end. i wasnt ever out to get you. you never factored in at all beyond your use for making the portal.'#'i never even thought about you when we werent interacting. not even once. you think i had some big evil scheme that youre at the center of#'youre insignificant to me. all that happened was: you fell for a scam.'#'will the guys who locked you in here ever think about you again? theyve probably forgotten your face and name already.'#'im not out to get you. i just want my job finished. the same way those guys just wanted their money.'#the bottom line of the convo being: bill really *doesnt* give a single fuck. and ford never mattered to him.#not even enough for him to *think* about ford every now and then.#fords holding a grudge against a guy who barely even remembers him.#obviously this goes against my interpretation of canon but it would still be fun to write#au where bill Truly doesnt care about ford in any way and isnt even interested by him at all#the inspiration for this was just the concept of: how crushing the realization would be for ford#the horror of realizing exactly how insignificant you are in the eyes of the eldritch being that ruined your life#i am willing to write something that feels ooc for bill when it is for angst purposes lmao#indifferent-eldritch-being bill is such an angsty concept. very fun to explore#an ao3 fic called 'the bolt that busted off the lever' (iirc) has this interpretation of bill and it is great#bill looking *bored* while interacting with ford??? absolutely heartbreaking concept 10/10
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Cw: Nsfw (consent somno)
Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.
âMorning.â Simon doesnât even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.
âSimonâŚâ Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, heâs always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. âWhat got you so worked up today?â you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.
âWake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and soundâŚâ Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you âYou wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yoursâŚâ
âItâs not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.â Your pouty facade canât be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.
âAnd youâre the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ainât you?â Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so youâll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. âFuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Whoâs the eager one now, eh?â
âJustâŚJust pull down the panties already, godâŚâ Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.
âBossy.â He chastises you, like youâre an impatient girl craving for candies, but he wonât deny youâor deny himself, from tasting what heâs been wanting since he woke up this morning.
Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.
âBloody hell, princessâŚsmells so fucking good.â He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.
âTrying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? âm not sure if theyâll feel grateful.â Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.
âSimon! Si- oh, gonnaâŚâ You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.
âWhat a sightâŚâ Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. âSquirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.â
âCanât go another round, babyâŚâ You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. âWonât stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.â
#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#simon riley imagine#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#cod x you#cod x reader#female reader#nighttimealone
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the thought of being fucked full-nelson style by sukuna while sitting on his throne wonât leave my mind
â ŕťđ tags. fem! reader, tf! sukuna, full nelson, size diff + size kinks, dirty talk, unprotected, brÄeding, mentions of tummy bulge, ( little one, princess, brat . . ) mdni.
âhn. how pathetic,â the notorious demon snickers, baring a single fang as he watches the tip of his swollen angered cock disappear between your runny folds. your thighs shook instantaneously, and heâs lazily slouched back on his throne. a bawled up fist rests near his chin as he watches you with crimson eyes filled of nothing but pure amusement and a mocking head tilt. âdonât make me fall asleep, now. you said you could take me ân youâre not even halfway in, princess.â
you bite the inside of your cheek at his playful taunts â so annoying, he just wouldnât shut up. â âm trying, âkuna,â you moan, the stretch of his throbbing cockhead making the center of your mouth salivate. the sleeves of his kimono were slightly ruffled from you tugging on it. heâs got the smuggest grin as your legs part themselves just a bit further. seconds go by before you sigh, slumping into his chest. âhelp me, âkuna. please.â
âso easy to give up,â he mumbles in a gruff tone, bringing one of his big hands to pat the back of your head. you lean into his touch, and as youâre so close to himâyouâre engulfed by his natural loud musk. âfinee,â he sharply adds, and you gasp once he turns your body around, positioning you in such a way. youâre still placed on his lap but he grabs both of your legs, pulling them upward. âiâll help you, little one. now now, lie back ân allow your king to give you a nice âlil stretch.â
your mouth slightly drops, dramatically going agape once he restrains you in a safe manner . .
sukunaâs got you taking his heavy cock again, but this time, you feel the stretch reach everywhere.
heâs got two pairs of arms locking behind your head with the other two clinging onto your thighs. a few sharp nails dig into the fat of your skin, leaving a plethora of marks heâd want to kiss over later. âfuck,â he grunts, hearing the squelching whimpers of your sweet cunt. everythingâs slow, itâs as if time stood still as youâre trying to take him. you swallow a lump near the back of your throat that seemed to be growing every second.
the demon sat underneath you was bigâhe liked pounding you ruthlessly in full nelson because more than anything, he loved seeing you stretched.
the dumb sounds you make, it rings through his ears. speaking of, he gets up close to the lobe of your ear, flicking his forked tongue against it. âs- sukuna,â you whine, and with a âpopâ, you felt your ass grind right into his lap. already, heâs molding a tiny tummy bulge near the center of your stomach. heâs so deep, once he starts, itâs practically over for your limps. ângh, âs big, âkuna.â
âkeh, obviously. the perfect size for you, princess.â he groans, tightening his grip just a tad bit against your legs. a hand of his feels the bulging spot near the center of your tummy before he hums. â âkunaâs riiiight fuckinâ here, brat.â
heâs got you in a secure lock. his arms felt warm, and through your blurred peripherals, you glance at his ancient cursed markings that paint all across his bulky, burly arms.
so big, youâre already drooling as youâre bouncing on his cock. the crushing compressing weight of both bodiesâmainly yours, causes his throne to be more rickety. itâs whining and groaning out creaks each time your speed against his lap increases, and heâs practically treating you like a doll.
a porcelain doll he didnât want to ever break.
at least, not yet. .
âfuckinâ nasty girl,â he huffs, one of his hands going toward your face. he smears a palm over your mouth, your pouring drool that streams from the corners of your lips landing on his hand. heâs got a wolfish smile, hearing your babbled whimpers get louder as heâs stretching you silly. âi spoil you too much, spoil this sloppy pussy too much too, hmph.â
âmmph. sukuâ sukunaaa,â your sweet stammers of moans grew more bouncy as you bucked your swiveling hips further onto him. it didnât take long before your raw vocal chords start to die out, growing strained and weak. you dramatically elongate each syllable of his name that streams from your lips as his cock plummets into you full. the sweltering hot crown of his shaft kisses all around your gummy walls, reaching so deep that youâre practically yanking roughly on the edges of his silky kimono sleeve. âfuck, fuck, âm gonna cum, âkuna.â
a throaty chortle from sukuna makes your cunt twitch as he holds you upright â so cute, heâs so much bigger than you, merely dislocating your limbs with a few sets of his arms. he barely had to do anything and yet you were easily overpowered by his body. your mouth hangs open as heâs shoving such thick inches in and out of your slobbering pussy, coating his entire base with your cascading slick. âare you asking or are you just sayinâ yâr gonna cum, little one?â
the insides of your thighs were so sticky, already sticking together and youâre a babbling mess as his dick continues to make you stupid. âlemme cum please, âkuna. please, pretty please. stuffinâ me so full, fuuuck.â
âthereâs those sweet manners,â he purrs in a husky toneâthe back of his lips meets near your ear, giving it a soft peck as you continue to move. you feel a swarm of fluttering butterflies circle inside the pits of your tummy, but you knew that could also be the bulge of his cock constantly rutting deep into your clingy insides. âah,â he snarls, his tip thrashing vigorously against a certain spongey spot. right there, you let off a sweet squeal as his sloppy thrusts start to punctuate again and again until your candied coated moans reverberate throughout the walls of his regal royal chambers. âfuckinâ shit,â he hisses, and as your hips continue to slam onto him, heâs realizing heâs coming close too.
your eyes were droopy as heâs still got you in such a lewd position â heâs so strong, proudly holding you up to where youâre just a doll bouncing on his cock. his throne remains wailing out moans of its own from the heavy masses of weight jerking on top of the furniture. heâs balls deep into your core, feeling how sweetly your cuntâs being massaged.
âcâmon, messy girl. give it tâ me then. make a sloppy mess on your king, princess,â and his sable-darkened nails gently scrape against your skin. itâs almost soothing, heâs got you in a tight safe chokehold hold and youâre basically chasing your own breath.
you whimper as his warm breaths tickle such a carnal itch in your brain. sukuna allows for you to bounce on him quicker and harder until eventually, your release came. your sweet little cry of finishing rapture was adorableâhe hears how even after youâve creamed all down his cock from the salacious skin slapping, your irregular breaths never falter. âugh,â he grumbles, feeling his own release eventually match up as if it was right on cue. he bellows out a rough animalistic growl before heâs cummimg, shooting blanks. satiny ropes shoot into you, its balmy hot temperature making you gasp. itâs thick and slimy, pumping you full to the brim so good that it even leaks out.
he loosens his taut grip on your numb legs that were positioned in the air before he sighsâitâs still coming out, his angered tip was tucked inside your pussy as youâre just defeated, collapsed back on his chest.
âgood girl,â he pants, hearing the erotic sloshes of his own cum continuing to spurt and ooze deep inside you. now, youâre an entire puddled mess. he creeps a broad open hand between your thighs, dragging a thumb down your slobbering slick to gather up a drop of his filthy dribbling cum. âmy, my, look at thaaat,â he coos lowly, and you moan once he resumes, dragging a plump thumb down your sloppy cunt. a bit of his own mess soaks onto his finger before he brings it up to his mouth, lapping at your fresh juices, getting a taste himself. âmhm, sheâs as sweetest as sheâs ever been,â and you let off a gasp once another one of his palms rudely spanks your wet cunt.
âmessy baby.â
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vegasbaby.#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna ryomen x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#female reader
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Toji can never shut up about you when his friends get him drunk. It's the one topic that never fails to be discussed when his friends manage to drag him away from your warm security for a night. Once the amount of alcohol he drank starts to hit and his overly chatty side is lured out, he spends the entire time talking about you, and the others just kind of listen to his ramblings and remain utterly shocked by how smitten he is. He talks so much about you, like he's trying to make up for the time he isn't spending with you.
It's always, "Shh... listen, shut the fuck up. Listen, listen, she smells so fucking good. Like she's fresh out the shower all the time" and "God... she purrs like a little kitten when I take her to bed" and "She's out of my league, but i'm not gonna fuck up the chance she gave me".
If it weren't for Shiu taking his phone, he would constantly be trying to reach you. Sometimes you're the one who calls when it gets late, just to see how things are going, and Shiu's always the one who picks up before he hands you over to Toji.
"Hey, Shiu! How is everything?"
"It's going pretty well, aside from Toji being a drunk mess." He scouts the area in search of your boyfriend and spots him next to another friend. Toji's all starry-eyed as he talks the poor man's ear off about you. "Wanna talk to him? He's been talking about you nonstop and it's starting to make the other guys jealous."
You giggle. "Sure. Let me talk to my idiot."
You can hear the commotion as well as the faint sound of Shiu alerting Toji of you being on the other end of the line.
"Heyyy, baby. You miss me? You need me?" You can hear the smile on his face. He's pacing back and forth as he waits for your voice to come back on the line.
The sound of Toji's voice makes your heart beat a little faster. It sounds like he made good use of his night out.
"You know I do, baby. Be safe, alright? Have Shiu send you home in a cab when you're ready to go and text me when you get home."
"I love you, ma. I fucking love you. I don't wanna be here anymore." He sighs, heavily. "Can I just go home, already? I've been trapped here for like five days now."
"I love you, Toji, and it hasn't been five days. More like five hours, but yeah, you can head home if you're done. Put Shiu back on the phone."
"No." He simply says, as he continues to pace around the crowded bar. "I miss you so much. I don't wanna see anyone else, anymore."
"Okay, baby. Tell Shiu you're ready to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I love you," he says once more before putting the phone down, leaving you to do the hanging up.
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"Shiu, i'm leaving. I'm ready to go, man. She said okay and I... Well, I wanna go see her."
"You're not going over there like this," Shiu responds. "She's not gonna be able to handle you alone, right now. I'll call you a cab and you're going straight home."
He was so wrong about that last part. Toji got in the cab, and Shiu told the driver his address. He wouldn't ever find out about how Toji ended up redirecting the cab to your place.
"Psst, hey. I'll give you another ten bucks if you turn around and go to this address."
Without hesitation, the man accepted the money and dropped Toji off at your apartment. He slowly made his way to your front door, ringing the doorbell and knocking right after to make sure you hear him.
You put down the dish rag you were using to dry dishes and headed to the door. You looked through the peephole and as soon as you see Toji standing on your doorstep, you gasp. Your brows furrow in confusion as you continue to stare at him for couple more seconds, just to make sure it's actually him and not some random, sketchy man.
"Babyyy... Open. Your boyfriend is here." He knocks again, his fist like a mallet on your door.
"Toji, shh. Stop," you say, voice low. You quickly pull him into your apartment, dismissing his laugh as you shut and lock the door when you both make it in.
"Oh, baby." He smiles as you approach him again. "Baby, baby." He pulls you into an overly tight embrace and sways you side to side, effortlessly. You smell a mixture of alcohol and cologne on his shirt. "My pretty girl. Fuck, I missed you and your body." He buries his face into the crook of your neck and allows his hands to settle on your lower back. You hear him take a whiff of your scent before carrying on with his rambling. "I didn't even wanna be there..." he mumbles. "...but they stole me away and I-" He hums in confusion when he realizes you aren't reciprocating the hug and pulls your arms around him before putting his hands on your lower back again. "I'm just gonna say no next time. Those drinks were disgusting."
Normally, you reciprocating his affection wouldn't be an issue, but you're still stuck on how he's there, standing a couple feet from your kitchen and not at his place. You can hear his quiet, labored breaths beside your ear. His looming frame and the tightness of his arms around you bring a lot more reality to the situation.
"Let's get you ready for bed, okay?" You say to the giant who threatens to tip you over. You gently tug at his arms for him to release you and create some distance.
You take his hand and guide him to the bathroom first, where both of you do your nightly routines of brushing your teeth and washing your faces. He made a mess with the water when it came to washing the cleanser off his face, but you paid no mind to it as you grabbed a towel and dried it up.
You walked out of the bathroom and Toji was hot on your trail, toothbrush still in his mouth as he followed you into the kitchen. "I'm just grabbing some water. It'll just take a quick second." You smile as he continues to sluggishly brush his teeth. He pauses to respond.
"Why do you wanna leave me so bad? You didn't tell me you were leaving the bathroom. You were just gonna go and leave me alone in there?" he says, slightly muffled by the toothpaste that fills his mouth.
You laugh when some of the foam falls to the floor.
"Okay, okay. Let's go back to the bathroom together, then."
"You can't leave me on the couch," he says, out of nowhere, more suds falling onto the floor. You push him a little so that by the time he reaches the bathroom, at least some toothpaste remains in his mouth.
He dips his head and spits out the foam into the sink, rinsing his mouth after. You have to go back and tidy things up, like the cloud he didn't make sure was washed away before stepping away from the sink, and the bubbly spume that spilled out of his mouth in the kitchen and the hallway.
He's following you again, like a lost puppy because you didn't comment on what he said about not wanting to stay on the couch. He's quiet because you're quiet. You're not saying anything because you're focused on wiping up the cleaning spray and toothpaste mixture on the floor with a paper towel, and he's leaning against the wall, silently watching, feeling like you're mad at him.
You stand up straight and make your way to the trashcan before washing your hands. "Let's go, Toji," you say. He's looking at you like a scolded dog, reaching his hand out for you to hold. In his mind, if you take it, you can't be too mad at him. His chest feels so much lighter when your soft palm meets his. The heaviness is replaced with a racing heart as you take him to the room with you. You're not leading him to the couch like he thought you were going to.
"You're letting me sleep next to you?" He asks, watching as you put up a couple more pillows for him to use.
"Since when do you sleep on the couch? You know I need you here with me whenever you sleep over." You turn around and pinch his cheek, stepping behind him to creak the door shut.
"Yeah? You like when I stay in your bed?" His voice goes low with the question. His hands go to your waist and he's walking you backwards towards your bed. "Well I like staying in your bed too, mama." He lays you down, your head cradled by his hand before he slides it out of the way for your pillow to take its place. He grins as he takes up all the space between your legs, his hands taking their position on your waist again. He takes your lips in his, the minty flavor of his mouth seeping into your taste buds. It's a short lived moment, because the second his hands try to tug your shorts down, you put a stop to everything, your own hands pulling your shorts back up.
"Mm..." you hum, releasing his lips with a quiet smack. "N-No, Toji. Not like this."
"No?" He repeats, a small crease of confusion between his brows as he pulls his hands away from your hips. "Okay," he complies, quickly diverting the situation by resting his whole body down on you. His chin rests on your chest and he just looks up at you with the most loving expression. You have to try not to laugh when you notice he isn't blinking.
You gently scratch the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. "What?" You ask, a soft smile following the question.
"I don't know," he says, sighing with that same adoring gaze still fixated on you. "I can't explain the way I see you." Not having the sufficiently accurate words to describe how you are depicted in his eyes is a strange, void-like feeling for someone who could talk about you for days on end.
You just hum at the declaration. His mind isn't exactly operating at one hundred percent, so you won't judge him for his inability to think of ways to describe you.
He lowers his gaze and buries his face in your warm chest. You can feel him kissing you through the thin material of your tank top. "Love you," he mumbles. "You mad at me?" He asks, not pausing his kisses as he waits for your answer.
"No, baby. There's nothing to be mad about." You smooth down his hair when you're done playing with it and rest your hands on his shoulders.
"Just wanted to see you." His warm breath filters through your shirt. "Shiu told me no, but I didn't care. I just had to see you, and now... i'm here." He inhales and lets out the breath slowly. "And I don't wanna go home." As if he's scared he'll be denied of you again, his arms go under your back, and he effectively molds his body into yours.
"You could've let me know over the phone rather than giving me a heart attack. You know you're always welcome here, my love." You rub soothing circles into his back with one hand, and the other goes to the back of his head again.
"Surprise," he says, lacking so much enthusiasm that it even makes him chuckle. He pushes his face further into your chest and lets out a sigh that reveals his tiredness. "Mm... you're gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that."
You laugh, slowing your movements until your hands are just flat in their positions.
"No, ma," he groans, frustrated by the lack of your soothing touch on him. "Do it again, please. Feels good." He turns his head so that the side of his face rests on your chest.
It's impossible to deny him, especially when he asked so nicely. You like being able to help him relax this way. Never mind the lack of feeling in your legs from his weight and the minimal movement you've been allowed. You just can't seem to find it in yourself to whine about your position when the sound of him rhythmically breathing through his nose takes over the silence of the room. You tilt your head slightly to get a look at his face and as you suspected, he's out. His eyes are shut and he's motionless, save for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders and back as he breathes.
A kiss to the top of his head was your show of making peace with having him as your weighted blanket and human teddy bear for the night.
Shiu said you wouldn't be able to handle a drunk Toji all alone, yet there you have him, piled on and drooling on you like he's getting the best sleep.
#toji#toji fushiguro#toji fluff#toji x y/n#toji x you#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk toji#jjk toji x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu toji#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu kaisen fic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk drabbles#fanfic#jjk#jjk fic#jjk fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk fanfic#jjk fushiguro#fushiguro toji x reader#jujutsu fushiguro
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thinking abt possessive sex with price <3 but to make it even better? youâre not even together yet.
18+ afab and fem reader, written with fat reader in mind but can be read size neutral, forced eye contact, overstimulation (from previous orgasm), possessive sex
Thinking about his hairy chest against your back, leaving you all warm and sweaty. He has one strong arm holding your stomach and the other hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he bottoms out inside you over and over.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he ruts into you over and over, cock plunging inside your soaked cunt. Your own cum and juices had mixed with his pre, creating a seal around your hole and trickling down to his thighs.
If you ever squeezed your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure, he would click his tongue in disapproval before giving your face a tug to put you back in your place.
âEyes on me.â He would order in a husky tone, leaving no room for disobedience, accidental or otherwise. Youâd let out a little yelp and your eyes would fly open, immediately locking with his eyes again. âThatâs it. Keep your eyes on me.â
âLook at your Captain while heâs filling up your cunt.â Then he would smirk at how your pussy clenched around him at those words.
Thinking about his stormy blue eyes burning into your glossed over gaze, his expression betraying how much anger and hunger burned in his core.
Anger from witnessing some rank and file soldier flirting with you. And even if you werenât really together, he couldnât help but feel a fraction of the anger towards you for not rejecting the soldiersâ advances. You should know better. You should know that the only one who could really please you was your Captain. The only one that was allowed to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock was your Captain.
His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with every huff and groan.
âMm, fuck!â He curses when he feels you squeezing around him so tight. practically milking him dry.
Not only were the whines and whimpers you were making so embarrassing, but the wet noises your cunt made with every thrust only made your cheeks burn even more.
You were so fucking wet, he always made you so fucking wet.
His cock was stretching you out and filling you up so fucking good, it made that coil in your stomach tighten. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.
It didnât help that he had already pulled out an earth shattering orgasm from you minutes prior.
âC-cap, fuckâ,â You whimper brokenly, nails digging into his muscular arm as you clutched onto the one thatâs holding your jaw. Your hips jolted and your legs twitched.
Your hips kept bucking and jolting, almost like you were trying to run away from the overstimulation, but he was having none of it.
âWhat? âS it too much? That tight cunt too sensitive?â He mocks, his voice all husky and full of gravel. All sweet and faux sympathy, as if he really planned on stopping any time soon.
Not a chance.
âYeah, fuck! T-too much!â You whine, voice cracking as he just kept pounding your sore pussy without a care in the world. He didnât hear a safe word.
He just smiled as he pressed his lips to your neck, his beard scratching against your skin. He could feel your pulse race under his mouth as he leaves wet open mouthed kisses along your jugular.
âThis fuckinâ cunt is mine,â He all but growls into your ear, his gravely voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core. âAnd so are you.â
ÂŠď¸ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission.
#i dont remember if i posted a segment of this before as a wip thing but regardless. i wanna clean out my drafts#its part of an upcoming fwb to lovers possessive price smut#cod x reader#mw2 x reader#call of duty x reader#cod smut#cod mw2 x reader#call of duty smut#john price#john price x reader
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18+ hoes
Eddieâs calloused fingers dig into your hips, pressing you hard into the mattress as you squirm beneath him. âEddie please.. I canât.â you whimper pathetically, the sound only making him chuckle into your warmth.
âGonna give me one more, sweetheart.â he mumbles drunkenly before his long tongue is lapping at your soaked cunt once again.
âI- Eddie, I canât.â you squeal as tears flood your cheeks, your clit puffy and red from his constant torture.
âWasnât a request, Princess. Now give me one more.â he smirks up at you just as he shoves three thick fingers inside your pussy, immediately curling them right into your sweet spot.
âFuck. Fuck fuck fuck.â the word falls from your lips again and again as Eddie brings you right to the edge of your sixth orgasm.
âP-please. Eddie please.â you whine, your heels dig into the mattress as you try to push your body away from him begging for an ounce of relief. It does nothing but make him fuck his fingers into you faster. The loud squelching of your drenched pussy heard above all else.
âThatâs not your safe word, baby.â Eddie winks up at you before burying his face once again, his lips wrapping around your sensitive clit, tugging it into his mouth relentlessly. Your entire body feels like itâs floating, every touch from him making it that much harder to breathe.
You can taste your safe word on your lips, your body completely overwhelmed, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, your cries coming out hoarse as he continues destroying you. But you keep quiet. Because you want it. You need it.
You let go one more time, allowing yourself to give into him entirely. You feel your pussy walls clenching down hard around his ringed fingers as your head falls back into the soft sheets. Stars flood your vision as your hips jerk against his hold on you.
Eddie pops off your clit, his eyes now locked on your beautiful face as your mouth drops open with a silent scream. âFuck, there it is. Let it all go baby. Such a good slut for me. Soak my fuckinâ hand.â
You can barely hear his words of praise as your highest high hits you. You can feel the warmth as your cum runs down to your ass, your thighs soaked as well.
Eddie gives you a second for your body to relax before he slowly removes his fingers, bringing them straight to your lips, making you suck them clean. He leans down licking a long stripe against your pussy, your hand automatically reaching out, striking him hard across the cheek. Your eyes widen as a dark smile forms on his pretty lips.
âOh, baby. Now youâre in for it.â
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HOW ARE BABIES MADE?
[SYNOPSIS] Ëââˇď˝Ą ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.
[NOTES] Ëââˇď˝Ą reader is implied to be fem, reader is called âmotherâ, âmommyâ etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everythingâs taking place in the final timeline.
RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. Heâd definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say âsexâ he feels a book flat against his head. âwhat do you think youâre doing?â you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. âexplaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?â he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesnât know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. âwe agreed to tell her when sheâs 14. she doesnât even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?â he sighs, defeated, âletâs go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.â he says, picking up his daughter, âthat last part was uncalled for, by the way.â âsuck it up, mr. club owner. â
meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: âdaddy, how are babies made?â what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when youâre not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). âyou see! when⌠uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!â he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. âso you canât kiss girls until youâre twenty-one, yeah?â finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens itâs you. âoh my god, y/nââ ârindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?â âhaha, my love! funny story!!!!â
SANZU just goes feral. heâs having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.
TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. âand it just comes flying?â âyeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!â he smiles, playing into his baby girlâs fantasy. âyou sound just like my parents.â you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. âwell, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.â âdaddy!â the little one yells, stretching out her palm, â1000 yen!â and her father exasperates âgod put me out of this misery of only being an atm, youâre just like your mother. ow! whatâd i deserve that punch for?â
KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. âpapa.â one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. âyes, pretty girl?â he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. âhow are babies made, papa?â the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. âi promise to tell you when youâre older, right now itâs classified information!â he jokes, and the girls giggle. ânow⌠who wants to watch doraemon!!â he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. âif i didnât know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.â you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.
if thereâs someone (who thinks theyâre) escaping this question, itâs MIKEY. â âtou-chan, how are babies made?â blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. â âtou-chan?â she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races heâs watching and looks back at her. âask âkaa-chan, iâm not really good at biology.â he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where youâre blow-drying your hair. confident that heâs just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority â the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows heâs dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.
IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and youâre watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. âdaddy.â the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. âyes?â he answers, and you also look back to see whatâs going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover âhow are babies made?â you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. âwhereâd you find this?!â he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. âyour office.â he canât believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but heâs greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers headcanons#tokyo revengers scenarios#tokyo revengers x you#ran haitani x reader#haitani ran x reader#rindou haitani x reader#haitani rindou x reader#akashi takeomi x reader#takeomi akashi x reader#sanzu x reader#haruchiyo sanzu x reader#kakucho hitto x reader#kakucho x reader#mikey x reader#sano manjiro x reader#izana kurokawa x reader#kurokawa izana x reader#manjiro sano x reader#ran haitani scenarios#haitani ran scenarios#rindou haitani headcanons#ran haitani headcanons#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#sanzu haruchiyo fluff#izana headcanons#izana x reader fluff#izana fluff
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Check Your Window (He's At Your Window)
Summary: Reader discovers her window faces into the apartment of her very attractive building neighbor, Spencer. She's willing to do anything for his attention. He's willing to reward her for her efforts.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: voyeurism, lingerie, masturbation, slight dubcon (but for like 5 seconds i swear), nipple play, penetrative sex, apartment break-in.
Word Count: 3.9 k
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Itâs natural to believe youâre safe in your place of residency. Youâre given locks, blinds, a security gate- all measures designed to invoke a false illusion of privacy. Of course, there are defects that no one can plan for that have the ability to shatter this illusion.Â
Mine happened to be a badly placed window.Â
Finding this apartment felt akin to love at first sight. It sounds dramatic, but Iâm serious. Do you know how horrific real estate is these days? But when my eyes came upon piano oak flooring, the soft light of the day streaming onto a marble island, and of course, an in-home washer/dryer system, I was sold.Â
Due to my inherent awkwardness around meeting strangers, and lack of overt charm, Iâd never been one to initiate introductions with my neighbors. I moved in quietly, packing up my life into neat little boxes and dispersing them throughout the emptiness of my new space. It was only then, when I realized a strangely placed window that seemed to fall exactly where Iâd wanted my bed to be.Â
And while examining my outlandish situation, I saw him.Â
I didnât want to assume heâd been watching me. I wasnât paranoid like that. Nevertheless, I didnât want to give off the aura of, for lack of better words, a creep, Â so the quick aversion of my eyes from his gaze felt instinctual. Curiosity won over me a millisecond later, though, and against my better judgment, I quietly peered into the window again, wondering if the man in the glass had slipped away, or had looked away from where our eyes met last.Â
What I hadnât anticipated, however, was to be met with the unflinching stare of his eyes, far from concerned with how he came off, holding his gaze with an almost disconcerting and defiant presence.Â
He gave me a subtle nod, before walking away, disappearing from view. I was left feeling.. unsettled. But also strangely thrilled. There was a certain peculiarity in knowing you were susceptible to an audience at any given moment. I vaguely recalled social facilitation as a possible explanation as to why the concept roused me the way it did, but whatever it was, I didnât feel compelled to attach curtains or any kind of barrier to avoid the phenomenon.Â
While my thoughts occasionally drifted to the man, I didnât actually know anything about him. He lived in the building beside mine, so we didnât even share so much as a landlord. I truly never expected to gain any insight on him besides the location of his domicile in relation to mine, and the thought didnât bother me by any means. I was completely fine with letting our connection stay as severed as it was.Â
Fate, on the other hand, had other ideas.Â
I found myself a few weeks later, struggling with an overstuffed grocery bag in front of my building, and in a terrible game of mismanaged weight and the flimsiness of grocery-store plastic, my bag gave way, scattering the contents of it across the ground. Further misfortune plagued me, as the bag in question had been holding a good pound of lemons, that rolled quite far from where Iâd been standing. I immediately dropped to the ground, trying to gather up the ones by my feet in my arms, and noticed a presence nearby doing the same and bringing the runaway citrus to me. I was thankful, and was ready to express my gratitude to the helpful samaritan, until I saw a flash of recognition collectively pass over our faces as we made eye contact.Â
Him. The man in the window.Â
âYou dropped these.â He says, his voice a little quieter than Iâd expected from him, and I nod.Â
âYeah, no. Itâs these bags. Not really equipped to hold a pound of lemons.â I say, trying to gather the rest to my chest, our eyes still trained on the other.Â
âCan I ask why a pound of lemons?â He asks, a sort of playful lilt in his voice.Â
âLemonade.â I say, almost immediately.Â
Thereâs a bit of confusion that flashes over his face. âAre you making a joke?â He replies, furrowing his brows a bit.Â
I realize that my response mightâve come off as too deadpan, and I shake my head to correct his misconception. âOh, no. Iâm serious.â I say, offering a grin. âI love lemonade. Thereâs a work party Iâm attending, and I offered to make some for the office. Hence, the lemons.â I continued, gesturing at the aforementioned fruit, and feeling myself ramble slightly, but it didnât seem to offend the recipient.Â
âThat.. is a surprisingly normal response, given the situation.â The man says, nodding. âI love lemonade too.â He adds.Â
Thereâs a bit of silence as we both picked up lemons together, the man more focused than I on the task. I took the oppurtuinity within the lull of our conversation to truly examine the man, finally no longer separated by a pane of glass, and my observations all seemed to point towards one glaringly obvious conclusion.Â
The man in the window was hot.
He appeared older than me, yet his age did nothing to diminish the beauty of his features. His doe-like eyes seemed to shine with the same curiosity that I felt towards him. His hair was a bit longer than Iâd expect from a man his age, but it suited him. The smooth slope of his nose had a certain charm to it, and his cheekbones were impossibly sharp. I wanted to run my thumb over the bone, and kiss him senseless until we could barely remember our own names.Â
âIâm (Y/N). Youâre free to come over.â I say, a little more rushed than Iâd wanted to. âFor the lemonade, of course.â I add, trying to not drop the ball when it came to inviting this gorgeous man over to my apartment.Â
âSpencer.â He replies, offering his name to me. âI'll keep it in mind.â He says, smoothly. He flashes me a kind smile as he places the last of the lemons into my other bags or directly into my hands.Â
Iâd hoped âIâll keep it in mindâ meant âwithin the next few days or soâ but waiting seemed futile after a certain amount of time had passed. He never came, and I even stopped seeing him as often through the window in passing. In hindsight, it was rather naive to genuinely expect a near-stranger to come to my apartment, on account of an invitation that could have been interpreted as a thinly-veiled proposition.
It felt a bit dull, his lack of interest. Iâd had a taste of his attention, and for some reason, I was hooked. It was irrational, and illogical, but I couldnât help the desire I felt simply at the thought of this man. And in a mixture of perversion, desperation and pure brainlessness, I tried to use the one thing that had rarely failed me in the past. Sex.Â
I reasoned by telling myself it wasnât like it was guaranteed heâd see me.Â
And it wasnât as if I was standing directly by the window, exposing myself for his pleasure, and his pleasure only. So hey, if he saw my figure adorned in lacy lingerie in passing, and felt compelled to act on that in any way he chose, well. No harm, no foul, right?Â
So thatâs exactly what I did. To my benefit, it was one of the hottest summers D.C had ever had, so the lack of clothing worked in my favor. Iâd always felt quite confident in my own skin, so lounging around in bras, panties, barely-there cover-ups around my apartment didnât strike me as the oddest thing to do. I felt comfortable, and in turn, possibly seducing the man in the window. Win-win.Â
And âwinâ I did, in some way at least, because I noticed the arrival of lingerie correlated in a sudden uptick in the times Iâd see Spencer taking a longer-than-normal glimpse into my apartment. It was fucking exhilirating, to have his regard in this strange, taboo way. Iâd find myself imagining him, surrounded by a sea of sheets and pillows slowly stroking his cock to the images of my scantily-clad body. I had no real way of verifying if this was the actual case, but the fantasy was enough to bring heat to my cheeks and an ache in my panties.Â
It started to drive me a little crazy, however, when after a week of this, literally no tangible reward came from the fruits of my labor. While Iâd enjoyed his eyes on my form, that seemed to be all he was capable of. He seemed completely at ease with just watching (to my utter dismay) and it seemed the action I wanted him to take was sorely out of reach.Â
Reflecting on his shy, soft demeanor from the one time weâd spoken, I concluded that he might not be as forward as I am. It made sense; he never seemed to have visitors in his apartment and, seeming to be in his 40s without a stable partner, he probably wasn't accustomed to a woman's attention in this way. He didnât exactly exude âwomanizerâ anyway from what I knew about him, and I began to connect his lack of initiative to these points.
 It didn't deter me from continuing my attempts though. At best, I was at least providing a lonely middle-aged man some sorely needed imagery in the meantime. Iâd always been a giver, anyhow.Â
Itâs reasonable to assume thereâd be some payoff down the road, right?Â
Wrong. I continued to wear increasingly revealing lingerie, going as far as just walking around naked once in a while. Nothing. I was a fucking saint at this point for continuing this for him.
It didnât help that my mind insisted on taunting me with what I couldnât have, as a moment of spare time in my day would constantly be preoccupied with thoughts of him in my bed, pinning my hands down and kissing up and down my neck. Iâd imagine him pounding into me, or bouncing up and down on his cock, bringing us both to the throes of pleasure. I couldnât halt the depravity of my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried.
What I also couldnât stop, was the slow descent of my fingers into my panties one night, finding a delectable mess within them, signifying my deep arousal associated with the man. Itâd been a long few weeks, the smell of summer and heat encasing my apartment, and a profound craving I couldnât resist. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I began rubbing the small nub, alternating between up and down motions, and then a slow, circular rub. Little moans poured out my lips, before I quickly shed my panties entirely, watching a string of arousal stuck to them, kicking them haphazardly to the side, wanting more access to my clit.Â
My eyes naturally closed as I found myself lazing towards the precipice of release. Soft sighs and moans filled my apartment as I let my fingers rub a bit more desperately. I could see flashes of him again behind my eyes, his hand on me, instead of my own, mirroring the actions I was performing. A gasp of his name came tumbling out of me as the image became clearer and clear, my eyes opening almost frantically as I felt myself closer and closer.Â
Thatâs when I got the strangest sensation, and felt a pair of eyes on me. I jolted my head to the left, and saw Spencer, who was clearly watching at this point. His gaze was entirely trained on me, and similar to the first time he saw me, our eye contact didnât deter him from his observation.Â
I refused to let it either, and kept my gaze trained on him. I was entirely exposed. I wouldnât have been able to stop my actions if Iâd had a gun to my head. It just felt too fucking good. A moment more of eye contact from him, and I felt the familiar clench and release from my body, waves of pleasure wracking my body. I let out another moan, but not once did my eyes leave his, as my back arched against my sheets, a silent plea on my part being conveyed. Â
Come here. What could you possibly be waiting for?Â
I watched him disappear from the window as I finished, both literally and figuratively, and panted, wondering if finally, finally, my prayers and fervent supplications would be answered.Â
After about 30 minutes, my anticipation was replaced with severe disappointment when I realized even after then, he wasnât coming. I could no longer see him in the window, and at this point it seemed a little silly and pathetic to continue expecting him to come.Â
Maybe he was just entirely sexually inadept. That could be a possibility, right? How much more explicit could I get than this? Iâd masturbated in front of him! Albeit, through a window, but masturbation regardless! Was this seriously all he was willing to do?Â
I roll my eyes at the thought. I came to accept that maybe, truly, there was nothing I could do to get this man to fuck me the way I deserved. Fine.
As I closed my eyes to get some necessary rest after my endeavors, I made up my mind that Iâd buy curtains tomorrow. Fuck Spencer Reid, and his absolute inability to take any action in his goddamn life. Fuck this apartment. Fuck everything.Â
Was I dramatic? Yes. Was I still right? Also yes.Â
Despite the sour mood Iâd taken to bed with me that evening, my dreams were anything but. The idea of Spencer Reid holding me down, whispering sweet and dirty nothings alike were all still incredibly tantalizing to my subconscious. I could hear his voice in my ear, soft pink lips brushing against the shell of my ear, a deep pressure imprinted onto my body, keeping me in my bed.Â
âWake up, sweetheart.â He murmured, beckoning me out of the peaceful cocoon of sleep.Â
I felt a few more wet and warm kisses trailing up and down my neck, the sweetest sensation of pleasure being granted to me with every touch he gave.Â
âNeed you to wake up, pretty girl.â He mumbles. âYou really are so pretty up close.â His voice is slightly patronizing, and it does nothing to help the excitation that was steadily growing inside of me.Â
Suddenly, I became incredibly aware that the stimuli I was receiving didnât appear to be a byproduct of my psyche, but rather- he was here? My eyes opened slowly to realize I wasnât at all mistaken, the soft brush of his brown hair against my neck slightly tickling me as I came to.Â
âAtta girl.â He mumbles, his lips still mapping out every inch of my skin. Out of pure instinct, a slightly alarmed moan came from me, still unsure if I was dreaming or not. Surely I had to be dreaming. I had to be, because how the fuck did Spencer Reid get into my apartment? Into my bed?Â
âYou want this, yeah?â He murmurs, taking a second to gaze down at me. I realized heâd been on top of me this whole time, and the pressure Iâd felt in my dream was his skin on mine, trapping me in between his strong chest and the soft sheets adorning my mattress. âI know you do. Saw your little show and everything.â He breathes out, desperately, almost.Â
I know I shouldâve thought about it. Perhaps I shouldâve pondered on the idea of letting a man whoâd just broken into my apartment full access to my body as he pleased, but there was no time. He was here, and how could I have ever said no to that?Â
Thereâs an equally as desperate and breathy, âyesâ that escapes my lips, and before I can finish saying the word, he dives down, meeting my lips with his, absolutely devouring me with no hesitation whatsoever. If I'd thought his previous ministrations were delightful, this was absolutely heavenly.Â
I moan softly into his mouth, wanting to tangle my hands in his hair, or latch them onto his shoulders and sink my nails deep into the skin that resided there- anything to show even a semblance of control in this situation, but it seemed Spencer had already thought of that, pinning my hands against the mattress so tightly, I couldnât have moved if Iâd exerted every last bit of strength into it.Â
âGod, the first time- first time I saw you.â He mumbles in between kisses. âWith those lemons. I knew theyâd fall. Saw you through the window across the street and practically ran. Wanted to meet you so badly.âÂ
A small whimper escapes me, and I canât help but get wetter at the thought. I knew heâd been watching me through the window, but the idea that I captured his attention, outside of my apartment, in the most mundane of situations only served to heighten the arousal I felt, my thighs rubbing together for any kind of relief.Â
He notices the movement and grins, planting one last kiss on my lips before slipping down. His hands cup the backs of my knees, forcing me to spread my previously shut legs.Â
âYou had the prettiest voice.â He breathes out, examining my glistening heat. âFuck. Couldnât stop thinking about how youâd sound, screaming my name.â He leans forward, planting a chaste kiss on my clit that caused an incredibly breathtaking jolt through my body.Â
âSpencer-â I moan, my head rolling back as I felt it, my back arching slightly.Â
âYeah, just like that.â He mumbles, clearly pleased. âGood girl.âÂ
His hands traveled upward from where heâd been situated between my legs and squeezed my breast blindly. It didnât feel like it was for my pleasure, but rather that he was desperate to touch anywhere he possibly could. Anyone else, and I mightâve been annoyed with the incessant touching, but with him?Â
 It was so fucking hot.Â
âThat goddamned lingerie.â He mumbles. âThe things I wanted to do to you. Did you know that?âÂ
I looked at him through hooded lids, unsure what he meant, and he took my diversion of attention to quickly tweak one of my nipples, eliciting another surprised moan from my mouth.Â
âIâm so much stronger than this, usually.â His large hands continue to squeeze and grope at my breasts. âBut you.â He whispers, a hint of a growl making its way into his tone. âHad to push the limits. Practically begging me to come here and take you.âÂ
I let out a gasp as I felt his hands trail down my stomach, the cool touch of his fingertips causing the muscles to tense up there.Â
âIâm gonna do it.â He whispers, his face only illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open window, but I could still see the dangerous glint in his eye, thrilling me even further. âFuck you exactly how you want it.âÂ
Before Iâm able to react to the sentiment, heâs grabbing onto my hips and turning me over, a yelp drawn out from me.Â
âHands and knees.â He says, in an authoritative tone that doesnât leave any room for any disagreement. I comply quickly, much to his elation.Â
âYouâre so good for me, yeah? Gonna ruin you. Just how you want.âÂ
Thereâs a hint in condescension in his tone, like heâs making fun of me for wanting to be fucked this badly, but I can barely pay any mind about it, especially when I feel his cock slotting itself betweet my folds, separated only by his boxers, a shaky moan coming from Spencer.Â
I can feel his hands leaving my hips and the slight lean away as he quickly shucks off the fabric, and within the next second, heâs pushing into me, providing me with a stretch and fulfillment that was so much better than I couldâve ever imagined. It doesnât take him long to set a fast pace, the sound of our skin slapping and the smell of sex permeating the room.Â
âFuck, you feel so good.â He moans out, and I let out similar noises in tandem.Â
I can barely find it in me to stay coherent. I want to scream how good he feels, how big his cock feels in me, how close I was- but instead the only thing I could manage was the borderline scream of his name and loud sobs of pleasure, fully at the mercy of the man behind me. I can feel the way I clamp down on him, absolutely imploring him for as much as he could give me.Â
âGonna come for me, yeah?â He says, feeling the clench of my walls on his cock. âCome on, pretty girl. Give me what I want.â He murmurs lowly, leaning down closer to my ear. His hand shoots out a moment later, beginning to rub my clit, similar to how I had been doing a few hours earlier as he watched me, and the memory and sensation of it is enough to hurl me off the edge, my walls tightening around his cock as waves of pleasure wracked through my body.
It seemed that was enough for him as well. I felt his hips still, and a sudden warmth at my deepest point. He let out a groan of relief as he thrusted once, twice more, and then pulled out, his cum slipping down my thighs as he plopped down next to me. Iâd already collapsed the second he pulled out, panting as I came down from the orgasm.Â
âYou good?â He mumbles, wearily, and I can feel him moving aside my hair to kiss at my shoulder.Â
âMhm.â I murmur back, a small sigh of relief escaping me. Thereâs a beat of silence, before he breaks it.
âTomorrow.â He murmurs. âWanna go out with me?âÂ
I raise an eyebrow, turning at him with a playful expression- as playful as I could get in this state anyway. âWhere to?âÂ
âTarget.â He mumbles, still stroking my back lazily, his eyes shining with something less intense than lust now, but still enough to turn my stomach over with butterflies.
âTarget?â I say, squinting my eyes. âWhy Target?âÂ
âWeâre buying you some curtains.â He says, a small grin appearing on his face. âAnd maybe a stronger lock.âÂ
I giggle at that, rolling my eyes a bit. âBut then you donât get to see me anymore. I kind of liked what we had going on.âÂ
âI did too.â He whispers, his tone slightly vulnerable now. âBut I like this a lot more.âÂ
A small smile plasters itself to my face as I nod.
 âMe too.â I whisper back, biting my lip.Â
A mutual understanding passed through the both of us as we smiled at each other in the dark, and for a split second, I imagined myself possibly loving this more someday.Â
All in good time. Right now, I was going to sleep, protected by his soft, strong arms. That was enough for now. Weâd finally gotten what we wanted.Â
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Temple
Summary : Bucky Barnes is struggling to say âI love you,â so he says other things to make sure you know he cares.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : description of violence.
Requested by : myself
Word count : 1.1k
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The night was your favourite time of the day.
Especially the summer nights, where you had nothing to do but bask in the warmth and the moonlight that casted a silver light over the skyline.Â
You and Bucky sat side by side on the fire escape of your apartment, legs dangling over the edge, the usual quiet between you familiar and comfortable.Â
Over the past year, he had become your best friend, if not something more.Â
It wasnât that you didn't care for each in that senseâ you most definitely did. Youâve been seeing each other exclusively for the past couple of months, and you just haven't put a label on this yet. You didnât want to rush it. You both wanted it to find its course. Letting it be natural.
You took a deep breath, letting the silence wash over you. It was moments like these that you treasure most with Bucky. The calm. The peace. The rare softness in his presence.
He shifted beside you, metal arm bumping softly against the railing, letting out a gentle clink. You turned to him, watching his brow furrowing, as if he was wrestling with something underneath his tough exterior.Â
This was not unusual; Bucky was a man of few words when it comes to how he felt. It did not matter to you much that he struggled to say the words aloud, since he showed you in a thousand ways that he cares.Â
You watched him a little closer. There was something on his mindâsomething heâs been holding onto. You didnât need to ask, but could feel it.
âYou okay, Buck?â you asked softly, nudging his arm with your elbow. âYouâre quiet tonight.â
He didnât respond right away. He stared out at the city, eyes distant. Then he exhaled sharply, like he'd just made up his mind about something.
âIâd take a bullet in the temple for you,â he said. His voice was low and grounded. He had thought this through, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by how⌠intense his statement was.Â
It was not the first time he had said something like this. Bucky had always had a strange way of expressing how much you meant to him. It always caught you by surprise.
âIâd die for you,â he continued. His beautiful blue eyes softened, gaze still locked on the night sky. âIf anyone tried to hurt you, Iâd hunt them down and make them pay.â
Your mouth curved into a sweet smile, though it was a bit bittersweet.Â
He had always done thisâ he said the most visceral, violent things to make sure you know how much you meant to him. Still, you have accepted that this was his way of expressing his feelings, even if it wasnât what you expected when you first fell for him.
âI know you would,â you replied softly. You reached out and placed your fingers on top of his human hand, hoping you could ground him in the moment. âBut you donât have to die for me, Bucky.â
He finally looked at you, eyes flickering with a vulnerability you rarely ever say. He clenched his jaw, as if he were fighting to keep whatever it is he really meant inside, where it would be safe and sound.
âBut I would,â he insisted. His voice was barely above a whisper now. âIâd give up everything if it meant keeping you safe.â
Your heart raced at the sincerity in his tone. He meant every wordâ you know that. You couldnât help the ache in your chest, knowing that he was struggling to string his thoughts together into a cohesive, normal sentence.
âI donât need you to sacrifice yourself for me,â you said gently. You brushed your thumb over the back of his hand in soft circles. âI just need you.â
He watched you for a long moment, the small flame of frustration growing behind his blue eyes.Â
âIf I lost youâŚâ His breath hitched at the mere thought of it. His metal fingers clenched into a fist at his side. âI donât know what Iâd do without you. Iâd burn the world down for you. Iâd⌠Iâd die before I let that happen.â
You sighed softly, squeezing his hand, trying to soothe the burning tension that radiated off him. He had always been so ready to protect you, to throw himself into the line of fire without a second thought. And while you appreciated his fierce loyalty, you didnât want him to bear the weight of your safety like it was the only way to prove he cared.
âIâm not going anywhere, Buck,â you reassured him. You placed your head on his shoulders, taking in the scent of his vanilla aftershave, the one you liked so much. âYou donât have to go to those extremes to show me how you feel.â
He turned silent again. You could almost see the cogs turning in his mind. His lips parted again, hesitating only a little bit.
âIâd⌠Iâd take a knife to the gut for you,â he said finally, his voice strained. âIâd let themââ
âBucky,â You cut him off with a sigh, a hint of exasperation in it. âStop. Please.â
He froze, staring at you like you had just pulled the rug out from under him.
âI get it. I really do.â You shook your head gently, turning to face him. You searched his eyes, trying to reach the part of him thatâs been so afraid to tell you exactly how he felt. âBut you donât have to say it like that.â
He swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long time, you saw fear in his eyes.
The fear of not being enough, of saying the wrong thing. The fear of messing this up.
It was heartbreaking. You wished you could make him understand that he doesnât need to bleed out to prove his affection for you.
âI justâŚâ His voice cracked, and looking away again. His jaw tensed. âI donât know how to say it.â
You took a sharp inhale, the realisation crashing onto you like a wave.
All those graphic, violent declarations of loyaltyâthey were his way of telling you he loved you.
He had been struggling to say something so simple, so human.
âI love you too, Bucky,â you finally whispered.
His eyes found yours, widening in surprise.Â
You reached out, cupping his cheek, brushing your thumb over the rough stubble on his jawline. You finally understood. âI- I already know.â
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing briefly, finally letting himself believe what he knew to be true all along. When he opened them again, there was something more vulnerable in his gaze.Â
âIâm trying,â he admitted quietly.
You smiled, leaning in to press the gentlest kiss to his lips. âI know.âÂ
And for now, thatâs enough.
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*Run Rabbit*
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Primal Play, Breeding, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Sex Outside, (P In V), Reader called Bunny. (not proof read)
Kinks: Primal Play + Breeding
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Your boyfriend has invited you to go camping for the weekend with him. A nice peaceful area he has found, nestled in the woods a small cabin by the lake. The place was beautiful and at night you could see the stunning stars sprinkled across the sky. You had already set up everything and were just relaxing by the fire as he cooked some meat over it.
The two of you sat there just talking about everything until Minho left out a chuckle. You tilted your head as if to ask him what he was laughing at and he pointed. You squinted your eyes to see two rabbits chasing on another the bigger one mounting the other. âAh to have the thrill of the chaseâ he said almost too nonchalantly. Staring at him for a brief second âhmmâ you said eyes locked on him. âWhat? Donât think itâd be fun for me to chase you through these woods like a little bunny running from a mighty cat?â
He was meeting your gaze now smirking at the way your eyes almost lit up at his words. âYeah? And does it end in the big ol cat eating the rabbitâ you teased. âSomething like that. Something will probably get eaten in the endâ he shrugged. You choked on your spit at his comment, you could feel yourself becoming turned on as you played fantasyâs in your head. âBunnyâ he said his voice almost teasing âIâll give you a minute to run as far as you can.â The devilish smile that was plastered across his face made you almost moan.
âAnd if you catch me?â You say tilting your head again. He breathed in letting the air out in a sigh âthen Iâll fuck you like the little rabbit you areâ he chuckled. You stood up looking at him with a smile âyou gotta catch me first kitty cat.â You teased. You were ready to bolt out of there before Minho spoke âbefore I start the timer you remember the safe word right bunny?â He said already eyeing you up. You nod âmhm.â You said in almost a hum. âGood you better get going I hit the timer a good 10 seconds agoâ he said with a laugh.
You didnât even hesitate running through the woods looking everywhere for a place you could hide. You heard Minho yell âOh bunnyâ your brain going fuzzy realizing the time was already up and he was on the hunt. You ran past a tree with a red mark realizing you had already passed it. You were going in circles. You could hear twigs snapping as Minho ran through the woods in search for you. You didnât know if you wanted to hide because the chase excited you or wanted to be pounced on from how turned on you were with all of this.
A twig snapped again sounding too close for comfort this time. As you started to run again you could hear Minho behind you âbunnyâ his voice almost growl running close behind you. You bobbed and weaved through the brush trying to lose him. You looked back quickly and saw he wasnât there which made you slow down a bit. You were trying to catch your breath before you hear another twig break this time directly behind you. Before you could even react Minho had his arms around you, he manhandled you to the ground.
He moved you into position ass up in the air head down in the dirt. âDirty little rabbit gave me a good chase.â He growled gripping your hips nicely as he pushed his body down onto to whisper into your ear. âDid the stupid little bunny really think she could out smart the sly cat hmm?â He chuckled an almost villain laugh. âIâm gonna fuck this rabbit stupid. Gonna show her why little bunnies shouldnât mess with big scary cats.â He said voice husky, he was gripping your thighs hard rutting into you as he talked.
âMy pretty little bunnyâ he said moving his body back to smack your ass hard. You let out a whimper your core aching from his touch, from his hot words. God you needed him, you needed him so badly it almost hurt. Minho on the other hand his brain was so foggy. The scenario running through his head as he felt his animalistic desires taking over. He felt as if he just caught his prey and was ready to completely devour you. The glint in his eyes was almost unnerving but fuck was it ever so hot.
He had no thoughts in his head other than âbreed bunny.â His body was almost on fire from desire and so was yours. Everything felt hot felt like a movie scene or I guess a porn scene. Minhos hands yanked down your sweats, ripping the pretty little lace panties you had on before pushing his fingers into you. The feeling of having something finally inside you made you moan so heavenly. Your wet cunt dripping around his digits clenching around them.
He chuckled that same villain like chuckle âyouâre so fucking desperate arenât youâ he said his free hand coming down hard on your ass. âYouâre such a filthy little animalâ his voice almost a growl at this point. He pumped his fingers in and out of you stopping abruptly pulling them out. You let out a loud whine at the loss of them feeling so empty now. âIâll give you another minute to run hmm?â He said his tone teasing. When you didnât move though he smirked âno? Rather stay here and let me fuck you senseless? Gonna be my little toy to fuck hmm?â His words made you groan in response ây-yesâ you stuttered out.
Minho bit his lip hard, he pulled his pants down quickly his cock sprang up smacking his stomach. He wasnât super girthy but was very long. You always joked he had a pornstars dick which almost inflated his ego of course. He aligned himself to your entrance rubbing the head between your folds hitting your throbbing little nub. The sensation made you moan you were so sensitive wanting just to be touched at this point.
Minhos eyes were locked on the way your juices wet his cock making a mess of it. He let out a low groan before he put the tip to your entrance pushing fully in, in one swift motion. He let out the most lustful moan as his balls slapped your wetness. You almost screamed at the feeling of being so filled so fast. He didnât let himself adjust long before he was pounding into you. His hands gripping harshly at your hips nails digging deep into your skin.
The strewn of âfucksâ leaving his mouth started to mumble together, and you? You were such a moaning mess under him drool trailing down your chin. He let another harsh smack to your ass before moving his hand to in tangle in your hair gripping it hard pulling your head back. âThis wanted you wanted? The big Cat fucking you like a rabbit in heat hmm? Wanting nothing more than me to fuck you hard like this?â He spat.
You groaned in response but it wasnât good enough for him âAre you too stupid to talk? Use your words or are you just a dumb little bunny?â He hissed pulling your hair harder. âFuck- Mm-Min yes- want-â your words were almost incoherent at this point already so fucked out of your mind. He laughed in response âyou canât even speak properly to fucked out already?â He said this time he didnât wait for a response. He let go of your hair pushing your head back down as-well as your body, keeping your ass in the air though.
The new angle let him get even deeper he watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of your sloppy cunt. You could hear him mumbling to himself âwhat mess, so wet for meâ he said âgonna cum deep and breed you goodâ his voice was almost a whisper and a growl combined. It was so fucking hot. He left a smack to your ass again smirking at the big red print he had made. His movements were becoming a bit erratic, he could feel his high coming. Not wanting this to end just yet he pushed deep into you before stopping his movements.
He reached his hand down to play with your neglected clit rubbing harsh circles over it. He moved his body against yours once again sucking your shoulder and neck harshly. He loved marking your body letting everyone know you were taken. You were taken by him. And only him. The feeling of you being so stuffed, him now biting your neck harshly and his hand moving so perfectly against your clit was too much. Your legs started to shake it becoming harder for you to stay how you were positioned. Minho growled against your skin âstayâ he staid feeling your legs become wobbly.
âMin- close- pleaseâ you moaned the drool dropping down your face now. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made him start to move. His movements were slow at first before he quickened them groaning against your ear now. âCum on my cock while I pump you full, gonna breed you so good. Gonna fill you with all my cum- gonna-â his words stuttered as his high was approaching âgonna make fill you till I know your pregnant with all my kittensâ he said bringing his free hand to grip around your throat moving your head to kiss you sloppily.
Sucking hard on your tongue exchanging moans teeth crashing into each other. You felt your legs almost give out at the last hard thrust of Minhos burring his cock deep inside you before releasing all his hot cum. You could feel his cock poking at your stomach feeling all of his hot liquid fill you to the brim. His hand that was still playing with you clit moved faster as your high came along just as quick. Your high washing over you as your cunt gripped him perfectly. âAh- fuck-â he moaned out at the feeling âyour cunts gonna suck every last drop out of meâ he said body shaking at the feeling.
âY/nâ he moaned into your ear he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him as you came down from your high both of you trying to catch your breath. Once you two came down you could feel him still twitching a bit inside you. His arms lazily wrapped around you his head in the crook of your neck as he kissed you softly. âUgh fuckâ he groaned out. âWhat?â You said breathily. âWeâre gonna have to walk the whole way backâ he whined. You chuckled a bit âyeah guess so.â
He smiled against your skin âIâll give you a minute to get back or weâll just go for a round two if I catch you.â He chuckled a bit. âMinho, I donât even think I can stand right now.â You teased. âWell better try before I start the counter again.â He said kissing your neck. You were gonna call his bluff but you could feel his cock become hard again. âIf I make it home before you catch me we are taking a nice bath.â You bargained. He nodded âfine but you better start running I already started the timer.â He said with an evil grin. This little asshole I swear.
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an ode to a conversation stuck in your throat | s.r.
in which Spencer tries to talk you out of taking a job across the country
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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: miscommunication (sigh), very cheesy, brief mention of wine, defining the relationship, insecure spencer, easily confused reader, chemist!reader word count: 1.04k a/n: if i could go a week without writing a dwg song fic that would be crazy. also surprise it's chemist!reader again.
"Thanks for stopping so I could change,â you say to Spencer, leading the way into your apartment and locking the door behind you. âIâm sure lab dress code and David Rossi dress code are miles apart,â you continue, hanging your backpack on the wall.
Spencer hums in response, âYouâd look great in anything you wear.â
Your face warms at the compliment, âYouâre sweet. You can just wait out here, I shouldnât be more than a couple of minutes,â you gesture to the living room, smiling at him before heading off to your room.
Nervously, you pull off your lab-safe attire and discard all of it into the laundry hamper before putting on the dress youâd chosen for dinner tonight. Itâs not overly fancy, but you hope his team will like it. You hope his team will like you.
Looking at yourself in your dresser mirror, you reconsider your choice of shoes, switching from a pair of kitten heels to flats before walking out the door, âHey, Spence, is Rossiâs patio heated, or should I bring a sweater for when the sun goes down?â You stop in your tracks when you find Spencer, still in the entryway, looking at the color-coded whiteboard calendar you keep by your front door, âWhatâs up?â
His hands are stuffed in the pockets of his slacks, and he looks upset. Whatâs worse is you think he might be upset with you. âWhatâs this dinner you have planned next Friday?â
You feel like a child whoâs been caught doing something they shouldnât be, draping the proposed sweater over the back of a kitchen stool and crossing your arms in front of your stomach. âItâs a work dinner,â you answer nervously.
âWith?â Spencer asks, but heâs not pushy about it, thereâs something desperate in his tone.
Pursing your lips, you look at the purple writing on the calendar, âThe chair of Biochemistry and Molecular Genetics at Northwestern, and a representative from the college's dean. Theyâre offering me a job with a private lab and my own team of researchers⌠so theyâre taking me out to dinner.â
Spencerâs face fell, âTheyâre offering you a job in Chicago?â
âWell, thatâs where Northwestern is. Evanston, if you want to get technical about it,â you respond, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
He looks at you dumbfoundedly, âI donât want to get technical about it. When were you going to tell me that youâre taking a job in Chicago?â It almost seems like heâs afraid.
You raise your eyebrows in curiosity, youâve been seeing each other for a month, and youâve never known Spencer to jump to conclusions. âIâm not,â you tell him, keeping your tone void of any accusation, âTheyâre just taking me to dinner.â
Spencer sighs, âBut theyâre offering you a job. In a different state. In a different timezone.â
Admittedly, he was beginning to sound a bit ridiculous to you, âDonât you field offers from colleges all the time? They want you to teach or tell you to become Spencer Reid, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, or whatever?âÂ
His eyes follow you as you move to sit down at the kitchen counter, âIt never gets as far as dinner.â
âIâm not taking the job,â you tell him simply, shrugging your shoulders demurely.
Spencer falters at that, knitting his brows together as he tries to piece together the answers youâre willingly giving him, âIf youâre not taking the job then why are you going to dinner with them?â
Hiding a small smile, you give him the truth, âThey pick up the tab. I go to a lot of these and I get good food out of the deal. These people love to schmooze but Iâve never been offered anything that I would be inclined to accept.â This specific job seemed perfect on the surface, but they werenât willing to let you choose what to research. That was non-negotiable for you.
âI could schmooze you,â he insists, âYou donât need other people to schmooze you.â
You giggle at him, waving him over to you so you can look him in the eyes when you tell him, âI go for free food and good wine. No other reason.â Your smile was gentle, but inside your heart was pounding. He was scared I was going to leave, you think to yourself.
He sighs, âWill you⌠will you tell me in the future when you get these dinner offers?â His voice is tentative, almost as if heâs afraid youâll think heâs asking too much of you.
Nodding, you reach out and take one of his hands in yours, âI can, but I didnât think were at the âIâm being courted by another workplace, and I wanted to let you knowâ stage yet. Thatâs kind of a girlfriend thing,â you explain. Â
Spencer frowns, âArenât you?â
Tilting your head to the side, you look at him curiously, âArenât I what?â
âMy girlfriend,â he clarifies.
Your eyes go wide, âOh! I didnât think so, I thought you had to ask yet.â Although youâre far from a relationship expert, youâd had to ask your PhD advisee what to wear before your first date with Spencer.
The panicked look on his face returns, âIâve been telling people youâre my girlfriend. Should I not have been doing that?â
Shaking your head, you beam up at him, âI donât mind. I just thought you had to ask about that kind of thing.â
âI donât know,â he admits, âIâve never really done this before.â
The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a moment before you decide to speak up again, âSo, just so weâre on the same page. Iâm not moving to Chicago.â
Spencer frowns again, and you have to hold yourself back from using your thumb to smooth out the crease on his forehead, âWill you?â
Confused, you lean your head back, âMove to Chicago?â
âBe my girlfriend,â he amends quickly.
You nod, âI would love to.â Â
âAnd just so weâre on the same page,â he ducks his head down, so close to a kiss that it makes you feel dizzy, âI like to think Iâm the only one who can really court you.â
Laughing, you lean forward and peck his lips, âI would be insulted if you didnât think that.â
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One piece DILFs asking you to live with them... HCS
(obviously, we know they sure have better houses than us)
Characters: Mihawk, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Smoker, Shanks.
Masterlist
Dracule Mihawk
Him living in a big island castle means that you already had many things on there and you spent many days with him on a row.
The other thing is that when you aren't on the castle, you both spent many time separated, due to his work and yours.
That times when he goes back to the castle and you aren't there and he has to ask you to come and wait days or even a couple of weeks to come, that's when he decides he needs you all the time.
You both were taking breakfast, he was reading a newspaper and you got up to heat your tea/coffe/milk.
"You should spent more time here."
"I already spend a lot of time here."
"Yeah, but i mean... all the time."
"Are you asking me to move in with you, permanently?"
"Kind of..."
He is a lonely, tough men, he really wants to come to the castle after his shichibukai job and find you, but leaving is rough exterior is difficult.
You got close to him and take out his newspaper, you give him a little kiss on the cheek and accept his offer.
Moving all your things from your village to his island was difficult and of course a little hard to explain to people, because you couldn't say you are dating that man.
But moving all your things was worthy, even when you already had a lot of your things there.
Sir Crocodile
He is a bussiness men, a very dangerous one.
He likes to spoil you with gifts and affection and since he has a lot of berries, he buys you so much clothes that you both decided to keep them in his house, so you already had clothes and other things there.
He is a little control freak of HIS things, so he hires people to follow you and keep you safe, as he says.
That makes you upset, so you confront him on his office.
"Why there are so many people following me?"
"I told that idiots to be discreet, i will fire them."
"That doesn't matter, why?"
"Because i like to keep my inversions safe."
"That's what i am? well, inversions are kept on hidden lockers, so what are you going to do next... lock me?"
"Do you want to live with me?" you didn't know how to answer, "you are more than an inversion and i will have peace on mind if you sleep every night with me and my security alarm."
You thought about it for a moment and nodded slowly, every second the idea sounded better.
You spent the night in his house and when you were the next day preparing yourself to go get your things, all of them were already on the front door.
Apparently your powerful bussiness boyfriend had sent his staff to broke into your house and get all packed.
Donquixote Doflamingo
He doesn't ask you, he informs you.
You had a really good night with him, there was a moment when he got jealous over a dude but after that everything was perfect.
When you both ended your night things, you decided to back to your house since you had to work early tomorrow.
You open the door and find that all your things were gone, you thought someone broke in, you were almost crying and were about to call Doflamingo (since he is the king of Dressrosa he is the better person to call)
Then a large figure appeared behind you.
"Hi little thing." your breath paused from the shock.
"Why are you here? You have something to do with these?"
"Of course, you really thought someone could break in my girl's house? do you think i would let you go home without my supervision?, you underestimate my possesiviness towards you."
"And why? you are mad because of that guy on the bar? that's why all my things are gone?"
"Partly yes, your things are not gone, they are on my palace," his arms lifted you from the ground, "seeing that stupid man made me realize that i need to keep a better eye on you... that's why this isn't your house anymore, so lets go home."
Even if you wanted, you couldn't say no, you don't know how are you going to adapt to these new change but you have no option.
Smoker
He is a marine, which means he is a very traditional man (on my perspective), under his rough marine reputation, he want's to do things right with you.
All marine officers have a big house provided by the goverment, he has a estable job, paid vacations and all the requirements to be a good choice partner to live with.
So after thinknig all of that, he decides to make a plan to ask you out.
He makes dinner for you both, not anything fancy, he is a direct man and he doesn't want you to think he is going to propose to you... yet.
The dinner was in his house, and was one of the best dates you both have, even if he couldn't cook the meal right.
"So, i was thinking... i am a man with a stable job, a high rank, a good salary, a good house."
"Are you going to propose?" you couldn't believe it, it felt like it was to soon.
"No, if i wanted to kneel with a ring i would have taken you to the best restaurant i could, like the Baratie or things like that."
"Who would have thought you are such a romantic man."
"I am not."
"Clearly, then what?"
"I am trying to ask you to move in with me."
"We both are marines, i have the same privileges as you."
"Yeah, but i am one rank higher than you, which makes me the one who would ask you to move in." he looks so proud about it.
"Fine, but what we do with my house?"
"We do the paperwork and we should receive a contribution for it and maybe we can't take our next vacations together to a nice island."
"You never take vacations, you love your job more than me."
"Believe me, if this happens, then we will take vacations together."
"Okey, then you should help me to move in, come on." you were already getting up to start moving, the excitement was making you not see things clear."
"I think we can do that tomorrow, now i want you to stay here." he took your hand and sat you on his lap.
Shanks
He is pretty fast to ask you in and well, moving in has two meanings: joining his crew and moving to his quarters.
The first one is really fast because he is a pirate and doesn't spent to much time on a village.
After trying to delay as much as possible his leaving while he thinks about asking you or not, he decides to give it a shot.
"(Y/N)-chan, do you want to live a big pirate life?" he says while passing his arm around your shoulders with a big smile, he looks like he is trying to recruit you to a cult.
You accept and now you are a part of the crew, you have your own quarter on the ship and you like being with the crew.
After a couple of months, you start getting involved with your captains, you were worried about what your crewmates would think about it.
He is worried too, he knows that everything is all fun and with no strings while you both have your different spaces. He knows once you moved permanently to the captain quarter, it would be official and irreversible.
That situation lasted a couple of weeks more till he couldn't wait anymore.
"Hey, sit down," he was waiting for you with a cup of sake, "i konw we've been doing things."
"If that's what you want to call it, then i am dissapointed."
"I mean, this isn't official to the rest of the crew and the world, even if it is to me," he interviewed his fand to yours, making you see you are important to him, "and i don't know if you are ready to take the next step, cause if you do, you will be known as "Akagami Shank's partner," he makes a dramatic pose, before going back to his serious face, "i want you to move to my quarters, if you want to be publicy known as..."
"Yes, i want, even with your stupid snores and your cold feet, i would like to sleep next to you every day."
"Ahhhh, how great it's to hear that... i don't know what i have done if you said no." he gave you a kiss got back to his dramatic being again.
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Peace
Azriel x reader
Summary: Azriel finally finding peace in the morning with you
note: Yes there is no plot. Yes it's just fluff. And yes this is one fic I want to dedicate to @thelov3lybookworm the amount of fluff in this fic is half the amount of love I have for her. ILYSM YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING AND MORE <3 (ignore any mistakes ty)
The soft rays of sunlight peeked through the window bathing me in golden warmth. Itâs as if my day was already off to a good start. Well it always was if Azriel was beside me.Â
I turned slightly to see his eyes shut, eyelashes longer than most females brushing his cheek, full lips in the slightest of smiles.Â
He looked peaceful and knowing how hard it was for him to sleep I decided letting him lie in was the best option. Trying to untangle myself from his firm grip was a harder task than I had thought it would be. Azriel inched closer for every little space I created between the two of us, his face resting in the crook of my neck.Â
Finally accepting defeat and realizing I wouldnât be able to leave without waking him up I gently shook his shoulder âAzriel?âÂ
All I got in return was a slight groan and him stretching out his wings before folding them again. He was not going to make this easy.Â
âAz. My love I need to get upâ I tried again, running my hand down his arm, the warmth of his body seeping into me. Slowly opening his eyes he blinked at me for a few moments as if making sure it was me next to him. Once he had taken in my whole face his lips turned up into the softest smiles I had seen, my heart doing backflips at his unrelenting gaze.Â
âMorning sweetheartâ His voice was hoarse from having just woken up and I could tell he was still tired. Pressing a kiss to my forehead he loosened his grip so I could slip out of bed.
I made my way to the balcony that connected to our room watching as the sun rose, spilling light onto all of Velaris. I could see the Sidra from here and all the small shops still with their closed signs, the sight of my favourite bakery already making my mouth water. I loved peaceful mornings like these.
As I stood on the balcony, taking in the peaceful sight of Velaris, I felt calm and as if nothing could go wrong today. The Sidra shimmered below in the morning light, and the buildings, with their intricately carved facades and soft pastel colours, seemed to reflect the tranquillity I was feeling. The air smelled faintly of fresh bread and sweet pastries, the hint of black coffee in the air reminding me to get some for Az when I stopped by there later in the morning.
Azrielâs footsteps were soft as he joined me, the warmth of his chest pressing gently against my back as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The morning was already warm enough, but his body heat was a comforting cocoon, making me sink back against him, feeling safe and grounded.
âSo eager to escape from me already?â he teased softly, his voice still raspy with sleep. His fingers brushed lightly over my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
I laughed in response, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were a rich, golden brown in the early light, and the way he looked at me made my heart flutter. âIâd hardly call it escaping, Az. More like⌠slipping away.â
âMmm,â he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head. âThatâs even worse. Because then you might think youâre getting away, and I canât have that.â
I could feel his smile against my hair, a grin that promised more. Turning in his arms, I brushed a stray lock of his dark hair back, fingers lingering as I gently trailed them down the side of his face. âIf anyoneâs ever tried to slip away from you, I donât imagine theyâd get very far.â
He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated against me, his wings giving a small, lazy stretch. âTrueâ He admitted. âBut you know Iâd never stop youâ
I raised an eyebrow, amused. âYouâd let me slip away?â
âIâd let you slip,â he murmured, pulling me closer, his lips brushing against my temple. âIâd just follow. And weâd end up right back here.â
His words were like honey and they made me melt into him even more. Gods was he perfect. And so were his words.
For a while, we both simply stood there, looking out at the world together. His hands were warm on my back, his breath soft and steady as he held me. Azrielâs rare moments of vulnerability, when he allowed himself to simply be around me, made me want to kiss every part of him, wanting him to know how I loved that he trusted me. He carried so much on his shoulders, the weight of past scars and current burdens that few knew of. He was gentle in ways he hardly acknowledged and I hated when he thought otherwise.
After a long moment, he gave a small sigh and rested his chin on my shoulder, his gaze distant as if he was already halfway out of Velaris. I knew what he was going to say so I beat him to it.
âRhys is sending you out again soon, isnât he?â I asked gently.
He nodded, his jaw tensing a little as he looked down at the city. âWeâve been getting reports from the borders. Faint movement.... but we're not sure what it isâ His hand tightened on my waist as he spoke, and I felt his tension rise. âRhys wants me to go in quietly, see whatâs really going on.â
I placed a hand over his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. âYouâll handle it, Az. You always do. Just....be carefulâ
He looked at me, a mixture of tenderness and determination in his gaze. âAlways, for you.â His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. âIâd never leave you waiting.â
A faint smile touched his lips, but it didnât reach his eyes. I hated goodbye's. But I couldn't stop them, so savouring every moment I had with him was crucial.
The sun continued to rise, casting golden light over the rooftops. âIâll come back before you even miss me,â he murmured, the shadow of a smile on his face. As if he knew what I was thinking.
âIâll hold you to thatâ I whispered, wrapping my arms around him a little tighter.
P.s) I haven't written in a while so I'm still trying to figure out who was on my taglist sorryy lovelies <3 also I would have posted this earlier except...idk how to que posts properly it seems
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Sex Addiction
Pairing: f!reader x San
Summary: your boyfriend canât keep his hands to himself and isnât sorry about the consequences which follows
Genre: Smut 18+
Notes: sub!reader, rough dom!San, San has a sex addiction, San is really horny, public touching, nipple sucking, pussy eating, fingering, spanking, bruising, unprotected sex (always keep safe), cum eating, cream pie, many rounds, overstimulation
Words: 814
you were invited to a family dinner with your parents at a fancy restaurant earlier this evening but halfway through your boyfriend decided it would be appropriate to start playing with you under the table. caressing his hand on your squishy thighs and then further up your short skirt while holding a conversation with your mom. you felt your heart race and your body froze cause you were so scared someone would notice. you squeezed your thighs together locking his hand in between them to give him a warning. a deep chuckle escaped his lips. he pinched your thigh making you jolt up with a âouchâ. you threw a deadly glare at him and he honestly couldnât care less cause all you got in return was a dirty smirk. âeverything alright honeyâ your mom asked with a worried look on her face. âsheâs been having bad cramps lately, I think I should take her home so she can get some restâ San replied squeezing your thigh.
and thatâs how you ended up on your bed with your boyfriend sucking on your nipples and a hand inside your panties. ây-you really canât restrain yourself c-can youâ you moaned out trying to sound angry. San let go of your nipple and gave you a smirk sliding in two fingers inside your hole. âoh how well you know me..â he chuckled pumping his fingers faster. his actions made your back arch and eyes shut tight. this wasnât the first time something like this had happened when you and San were out together, his sex drive was almost too much but you wouldnât have it any other way seriously.
he pulled down your panties and rubbed your clit a few times before he dove right in. tongue gliding up and down your folds tasting your arousal. you put your hand in his hair pushing him down a bit, he groaned against your clit sending electric waves to your stomach. your moans were like angels singing in Sans ears and he could feel his cock twitch in his pants. your orgasm hit you like a train and you came all over his tongue, your body felt so heavy. San didnât waste any time, he licked you clean and hurried to undo his pants letting his leaking aching friend out. âyou donât know how hard it is to keep my cock inside my pants when weâre out darlingâ his voice were deep and serious making your whole body shiver. he took his cock guiding it to your aching hole, being too excited like he used to get he didnât give you a chance to adjust to him and you let out a whimper from the burn. he rutted into you like his life depended on it, your hands grabbing around him scratching his back. his eyes were pitch black and his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, San wasnât that vocal instead he was growling and it always made your pussy clench around his cock sucking him all in. âfuck, Iâm gonna cum if you keep clenching like thatâ âthen cu- cum mmh inside meâ you moaned out. he almost came just hearing you say that. he pulled out grabbing you by the waist flipping you over on your stomach. âon all fours nowâ he growled. with shaky legs you obeyed him.
he hit your ass cheeks very hard a few times which would leave handprints before taking hold on your hips squeezing hard while he pushed himself inside again. you felt tears rolling down your cheeks from the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain, San always used to go very rough on you when you had sex which meant you almost never had romantic and slow sex. âmy beautiful sexy girl gonna get filled up good with my cumâ he groaned throwing his head back. you felt your stomach twist and your mouth fell open when he put one hand on your clit and the other squeezing your ass hard while thrusting in and out. âpls S-Saaaannn!â you screamed, your legs almost gave out under you. âcum for me babyâ he spanked you one more time with force and you came while letting out a loud broken moan. San pressed his hips into you and you could feel his cock twitch inside you, a big load of cum spurting into you. San pulled out watching as the cum was dripping out from your stretched hole all over your thighs, just the sight made him hard again. before you had time to rest you felt him pushing his cock in again.
âSan youâre kiddingâŚâ you threw your head back to look at him. he gave you a sly smile letting out a little laugh. âwhen you have an addiction itâs damn hard to stopâ he said bending over kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs as he started to thrust into you again.
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