#how many times can i say sorry in the tags you ask? many. please know I mean none of them I'm completely unapologetic about this
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What about you girls? Sex dreams? I sleep soundly.
Or that time Aeryn wore John's underwear
FARSCAPE | 1.12 Rhapsody in Blue
#no bra john's calvins big leather toe-tecters is such a fucking look sorry this irreversibly changed my brain chemistry#the whole thing screams gay sorry i don't make the rules#also like sorry john there's no way you're mad right now. we know you faking it. if a pretty girl stole my boxers i'd be on my knees#proposing marriage and...well you can fill the gaps with whatever else you think I might be doing on my knees#serious note though there is not nearly enough fic about aeryn wearing john's underwear#aeryn sun#john crichton#john x aeryn#farscape#farscape gifs#my gifs#rhapsody in blue#farscape season 1#farscape edits#how many times can i say sorry in the tags you ask? many. please know I mean none of them I'm completely unapologetic about this
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This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.
Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said âHello, Captain.â Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied âWell, hello yourself.â The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. âRook, is that really you?â He nodded. âItâs me.â Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said âWhat did she do to you?â Rookâs heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmarâs ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out âTwo years.â A wave of grief swept across Zaraâs face as she said âIâm so, so sorry.â Rook shook his head vigorously. âItâs not your fault.â Zara ignored him. âIt is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, itâs my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.â Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. âShe sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I⊠I let you down.â Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him⊠somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. âWhere were you?â And why didnât you come? âShe said sheâd kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. Youâre standing here because I stopped sailing.âÂ
(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)
#morrigan.text#my writing#dnd writing#oc: Rook#oc: Zara#btw when I say that what she said was more painful than any wound wolf inflicted I'm not just talking about her not saving him.#it also just hurts him to know that she was hurting too.#she left him with that woman for two years (to save his life yes. but she left him there all the same) and yet half of his thoughts are#''I'm sorry I hurt you.''#ROOK. MY BELOVED BABY BOY. PLEASE.#STOP APOLOGIZING.#also if anyone needs a cheering up after this please know that their conversation got interrupted by a giant snake showing up and zara#immediately asking Rook ''WHAT DID YOU DO???'' bc she knows her boy.#and he's like ''idk I just woke up like an hour ago'' and then he suddenly remembers that he swore like 3 times (town rules say no to that)#and he just goes ''SHIT'' and Zara fucking clamps her hand over his mouth and says ''take that back!''#and through her hand he says ''how the fuck am I supposed to take that back?'' and she just clamps his mouth harder.#oh. and the time he swore earlier was bc he stepped outside and got spit on by a bull and he was like ''is this normal??''#and someone said ''I've never seen that happen but these animals are part of [big snake almost-god]'s menagerie'' and hands Rook a paper#with all the town rules (there are many). And he goes ''what the fuck?'' and then he gets to the rule that reads ''no swearing'' and he goe#''SHIT!'' and then he realizes what he says and goes ''AAAHHHH.'' and I was cackling.#I was doing this on purpose btw. I knew that this would make the snake mad at me and I did it anyway bc I am a chaos gremlin.#however I did NOT know I would get Rook's only friend from before the party killed by doing this. RIP Jay. I loved you so much.#but yeah. my boy swears like a sailor bc he is one. and it did in fact get people killed. But it was funny to me.#ALSO when she met the party the first thing she said was ''thank you for saving my boy'' and I almost sobbed.#like yeah. he is her boy.#I'm going to explode just thinking about it.#okay if you read all these tags I love you forever and please feel free to yell at my idiot boy in the comments/tags/wherever.#maybe if enough of us join in he'll actually listen. (no he won't)#OH RIGHT. And the party is finally staring to realize how much of a capital L Liar this man is.#because they can literally see him catching himself about to say ''I'm fine'' every time they ask how he's doing
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The worst thing about suffering is that it still hurts when the danger is over but no one cares about it anymore because it shouldn't hurt. No one will ever say "I'm sorry that happened to you" especially when they barely say "I'm sorry that's happening."
#Okay to tb btw all the personal stuff is in the tags#Like. Not eating for a week because you couldn't get groceries hurts#and people will say 'oof sorry that's happening' but then#after you're able to get food no one will ever say 'I'm sorry that happened' even though you think about it and hurt from it constantly.#No one will ever say ':( that must have been so hard' because you're fine now right???? No psychological damage there?????#This example is stupid but I do think about it every time I feel hungry. I told people I wasn't able to get groceries#and there was no food in my house. And they said. Oof.#Instead of idk Oh God Are You Okay ??#No one cares when you've been abused your entire life and behave the way you do out of genuine terror because your brain is fucked forever#They don't say 'I'm sorry that happened it must have been really scary to turn you into Such An Asshole. I pity you like a dog :('#Speaking of man everyone loves fucked up abused terrified dogs and wants to be the one who makes them open up#And shows them that people can be good and kind and that touch doesn't have to hurt#But everyone is scared of fucked up abused terrified people#Humans are capable of harm even more than dogs and fear is understandable but.#Can you please call me good boy and shush me and tell me nothing's going to hurt me and let me curl up on your lap#And not hit me if I get scared and start to growl and feed me good and take me on walks and play with me#Even though I'm not very fun to play with and I'm still learning what's fun and what's mean and what's a toy and what's a hand#Plleeeaaase don't be jealous of a dog that doesn't eat good don't say 'tch he's so thin what am I doing wrong'#I want to eat good and grow and gain fat and be warm and be comfortable I don't want this#Don't say 'if abused dogs don't eat good then I don't deserve to either' no no no no eat good so you can take care of us both#Please please please I learned so many tricks to make people happy and call me smart but I don't actually know how to do anything I'm#Literally like such a stupid dog it takes me like one day of no one paying attention to me for me to become un-housebroken#I make a lot of mistakes even though I know better or I really should know better#And sometimes do things wrong on purpose to get attention either yelling or showing me how to do it right#But most of the time I genuinely don't know how to do stuff because I was never taught or I was taught and#My previous owners said 'this is how it is. It is this way because it is and it is forever. The answer is Because.'#'now quit asking repetitive questions before I pop you'#If I do something Because and not know the reason why I'm doing it that's not learning that's acting#Especially habits taught specifically to hurt me and not being allowed to question it or know why I'm being hurt#Oh my god I acted out so much when I was younger and all my friends were so disgusted and hurt by me and yelled at me every day
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Ë àŁȘ Ű â ăâ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.
â» thereâs nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.
tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k
authorâs note : sorry this oneâs a lil late, iâve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just canât keep up đ you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!
this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.
itâs been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, itâs all he can fucking think about.Â
itâs all you can think about too, given the fact that heâs fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust.Â
itâs repetitive. itâs addicting.Â
âhah- kento, canât take no moreâŠâ your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. â âs too much, ken, pleaseââ
nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. âgâna have to, sweetheart. this oneâs gotta take.â
he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that⊠and fuck, you canât keep up with how many times heâs said it because heâs been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind.Â
heâs gonna give you kids. heâs gonna make you a mommy, and youâre gonna raise his kids with him as his wife.Â
itâs all heâs ever wanted. itâs all heâs ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really canât stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra.Â
âgâna give you my kids babyâŠâ heâs rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. âgonna make my girl a mommy. youâre gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?â
heâs brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more.Â
nanami is fucking sick of it. heâs sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, youâve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure.Â
well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and thereâs only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes.Â
âkentoââ you seemingly havenât gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. âthis oneâs gonna take, promise.â
âi canât be sure of that,â he states matter-of-factly. âalthough your tracker says youâre ovulating, we canât just trust that once or twice will be enough.â is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though heâs already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over.Â
you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. youâre borderline intoxicating, and thatâs why nanami canât stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out.Â
âlook at me, angel. i wanna see you.â you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. âyouâre gonna be such a pretty momma.â
your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanamiâs name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts.Â
âkentoooâŠâ
âi know, baby, i know.â the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full.Â
you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight heâs met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. âoh, angelâŠâ
copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanamiâs goal is still clear as day.Â
he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream.Â
âcanât waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?â when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement.Â
âcanât wait to see my girl become a mommy.â
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à©â©â§âË CRASH LANDING (LN4)
pairing: lando norris x f!reader
summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car â the internet canât stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.
genre: comedy, fluffy
authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you donât need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!
*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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user you are so unserious sir
user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC
user no clue but sheâs CUTE
oscarpiastri @/fia look here
landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met
user itâs giving meet cute
user iâd read a fic on it
yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR
landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED
user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???
user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS
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yourusername monaco recapđČđš successfully didnât get hit by too many cars!
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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN
user nah this is actually a full meet cute iâm sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms
bestfriend still canât believe you didnât take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead
yourusername can you blame me
user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that
friend1 wait till everyone finds out youâre only there for another 4 days
user WHAT. i canât have them separated alreadyđ¶
user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now
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yourusername final days in heaven. iâll miss so much about this place
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user wait she doesnât live in monaco?? sheâs leaving??? just after iâve gotten attached to her and lando???
bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles
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user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?
user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to
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landonorris safe to say iâve had a pretty good break between races
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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep theyâre whipped
user please tell me yâall are going to stay in contact?
user my heart is shattering already
mclaren đ§Ą
user MCLAREN PLEASE YOUâVE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE
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o: safe to say youâve had a pretty interesting break before this race
l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!
o: okay but i didnât literally hit my girlfriend with my car!
l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?
o: stop deflecting!
l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!
o: so how are things going now?
l: (awkwardly) well you know how itâs⊠yeah
o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclarenâ
l: no no no donât give them any ideas! theyâre listening!]
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mclaren the boys are back! donât forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and⊠girls?
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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do
mclaren đ
user when oscar asked him about y/n⊠i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri youâre such a gossip
oscarpiastri you love me for it
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what iâm thinking?
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!
user what on earth is going onâŠ
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user you are so ! gorgeous !
user i can see why lando is obsessed
user speaking of⊠where is our favorite brit in the likesâčïž
oscarsgf pretty girl!!!
yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!
user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???
mclaren youâd look good in orangeđđ§Ą
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mclaren itâs race dayđ«Ą
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user WHO IS THE GIRL
user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N
user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER
user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE
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yourusername i donât know guys, do you think heâs cute?
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user OH MY GOD FINALLY
landonorris i will hit you with my car again
yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?
landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast
yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you donât know how to do the speed limit
user i love them. i love them so much.
oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates
landonorris leave this comment section now
yourusername @/landonorris too late weâre already texting
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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services
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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN
user new fav couple fr
oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me
user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER
user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well
oscarsgf theyâre stealing our thing
yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me
landonorris well in all the others youâre mid cartwheel
mclaren glad to be of service𧥠anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?
landonorris iâm gonna stop you right there
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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasnât gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! iâm a little rusty in my writing considering everything!
in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as theyâre easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff â pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if youâre having a baby?)
let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks â iâve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat toođ€
for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx
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Forgetting
Jake Seresin x reader
Summary: Jake forgets to pick you up at the airport because of his ex, and for the first time, you think maybe you and Jake aren't mean to be.
Notes/Warnings: Angst, but ends fluffy. Fighting. Cursing. This was a request that I said I'd have done in a couple days and it took me a week and a half. Sorry about that. Also, please be gentle. I haven't written for Jake in what feels like a millennium.
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As much as it would kill you to know that he could be hurt, you hope heâs hurt. You hope heâs on his way to the hospital to receive life-saving treatment because if heâs not hurt, if heâs not receiving life-saving treatment, then he simply forgot about you. And that makes your heart want to claw its way out of your chest and scamper across the floor until itâs well out of your range to catch it.Â
Your call goes to voicemail for the fourth time. You send your twelfth text: I hope youâre ok. I landed an hour ago. Please call me. Nothing different than the eleven other messages that have gone unanswered. Forty-five more minutes pass of you sitting on a bench by the airport exit before you finally surrender your last shred of hope and call Bradley to come save you.Â
Within the hour, youâre sighing in relief, the sight of a friendly face almost bringing you to tears. He approaches you with open arms and you fall right into the embrace, comforted by the hug that should be in your boyfriendâs arms, and the warmth that should be from your boyfriendâs body, and the forehead kiss that should be from your boyfriendâs lips.Â
âPlease tell me heâs ok,â you say against your friendâs chest.Â
A heavy palm rubs up and down your back. âNo one could get ahold of him.â
Your head jerks back so you can meet his eyes. âOh my god!â
âIâm sure heâs fine, kid. Donât worry.â
âHow can you say that? He was supposed to be here and heâs not andââ You pause when Bradley looks away from you, and a hefty stone settles in your gut. You know your friend well. Heâs a good man, honest but sensitive, and when that honestly meets that sensitivity, it results in his inability to look someone in the eye if he thinks the truth might hurt them. Youâve seen it a hundred times, but never with you.Â
Your posture wavers with your lengthy exhale. âWhat arenât you telling me?â
Another great thing about Bradley: he doesnât make you play any games. You donât have to jump through hoops. You donât have to ask the right questions in the right way in order to get what you need out of him, unlike many men, your boyfriend included, who recently has found ways to skitter around telling the full truth.Â
âJavy said he saw him a couple of hours ago,â Bradley says.
Your back teeth clench. Your mind shoots to one conclusion. âWith her?â you ask. Bradleyâs eyes drift from yours again and you nod, a tear at the ready to leak down your cheek. âHe forgot about me because heâs with her.â
âWe donât know that for sure, andââ
Your hand scrubbing down your face cuts him off. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose before you suck in your whimper and say, âRooster, why did he even ask me to come here?â
âBecause heâŠI mean, we thought heââ
âYou thought he gave a fuck about me.â
âHe does,â Bradley says, stressing his words in an attempt to reassure you. âHe never shuts up about you.â
âSure,â you say. âHe gives so much of a fuck that he forgot about me to be with his ex. How can you explain that?â
Rooster sighs. His hands slip into his jeans pockets just to have something to do with them. âI canât.â
âExactly.âÂ
No one can explain it. Not you, not Bradley, not Jake. Everyone you know back home would be telling you to run for the hills right now. They were already wary of this âNavy guyâ that theyâd only met twice around the holidays, who lives a decent distance away from your entire life and who constantly requests that you be the one to hop on a plane rather than the other way around.Â
For the duration of your time together, youâve been understanding of that sacrifice. You know his schedule doesnât allow impromptu trips out of state, but that hasnât made it any less exhausting for you. And maybe thatâs a sign. Another sign. A nail in the coffin. Maybe you and Jake arenât meant to be. And why would you be? You met him on a brief vacation to visit a friend who doesnât even live in the same town anymore, and somehow, during those few days, he convinced you to take a chance on him. So you took the leap. But being that bold doesnât guarantee you wonât fall flat on your face, and you think thatâs exactly whatâs happening. Youâve tripped over a guy only to realize he doesnât care about you to the same degree that you care about him.Â
However, youâre not the type to avoid confrontation. If Jake Seresin is going to mistreat you because of his ex, then he is going to do it to your face. Heâs going to look you in the eye when he shows himself to be the liar he is. It may hurt more to go to him rather than get on the next plane home without so much as taking in a breath of fresh Californian air, but youâre too upset to let that thought fully develop, and a moment later, Rooster is following your stomps out the door.Â
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You find him at the Hard Deck, standing at a hightop with a beer glass in his hand that clinks against the one in his exâs before he takes a sip. Bradleyâs comforting hand lands on your back in solidarity. You only met him because of Jake, but the two of you bonded despite their differences, and having him by your side now makes him nothing short of a life-saver.Â
He helps guide you through the crowd to the table, and when Jake spots you, he chokes around the liquid going down his throat. His blown-out emerald eyes rival saucers and his mouth gapes like a fish, but then his stare flicks to Bradley, and those eyes shrink into narrow slits. His face heats to a boiling red.Â
âWhat the fuck!â Jake snaps, shocking the composure right out of his exâs poised stance. Bar patrons close by turn their heads but quickly return to their own conversations. Jake steps away from the table, coming to a halt in front of you and his squadmate. âWhat the hell is this?â
You figured heâd be bothered if you showed up with Bradley in tow. And good, thatâs what you feel he deserves. Jakeâs been wary of the other Daggerâs closeness to you for a while, and even though you knowâas does Bradleyâthat itâs an asinine concern, you have no problem using it against him now. But still, the intensity of his reaction manages to surprise you. You didnât think he would be this angered by the sight of you with another man that it would have him overlooking his mistake of forgetting you.
Your arms cross. âThis is your girlfriend and the guy who saved her when her damn boyfriend left her stranded at the airport.â
âExcuse me?â
Jakeâs exâs prying gaze tugs at your attention, but when you glance over his shoulder to catch her in the act, she quickly looks awayâjust more proof that whatever the fuck sheâs doing with your boyfriend is something to be ashamed of.Â
Bradleyâs saying something. You canât quite hear him over the anger-induced fuzzing in your ears, but youâre pretty sure itâs a scolding based on the twisting of Jakeâs features as he shoots back his own words of aggression. And then your hand is in his and youâre being pulled through the bar, out the back door, and onto the deck where the only intrusive sound is the lapping of waves on the shore.Â
âWhy are you here?â he asks.Â
You scoff to mask the heartbreak that comes with that question. âBecause you asked me to be here.â
âTomorrow.â
âWhat?â
âItâs Wednesday,â he says.Â
âItâs Thursday, Jake.â
âNo, itâsââ he freezes, and you donât know if heâs tipsy or stupid, but it takes him a minute to come to the same conclusion: it is indeed Thursday. âFuck,â he mutters.
Your lower back meets the edge of the railing, and you sigh, thankfully keeping in the tears. âWhat are you doing with her?â
âWhat the fuck are you doing with Rooster?â he returns much more forcefully. âWhy didnât you call me?â
âI called, I texted, I left voicemails,â you tell him, âBut clearly, she was more important.â
Jakeâs hands pat down his pockets, mouth setting in a frown when he canât find his phone.
âDonât bother. Phone or no phone, you forgot about me because of her. Last time I was here, you were late for one of our dates because of her. You spent fifty percent of our time together stepping away to take her phone calls,â you say, trying and failing to avoid the bitter taste on your tongue. âJust fuck her, Jake, if you havenât already. I only came here to tell you that she can have you.â
Youâve never seen him fall apart the way he does. Youâve never seen the blood drain from his cocky face. Youâve never seen his features break and crack and contort into the vision of pure devastation as they do. His parted mouth mustâve gone dry because his next words come out slightly hoarse.
âYou donât mean that,â he says, but itâs more of a plea than anything. âWhyâŠWhy would youââ He swallows. A wrinkle forms between his brows and he shakes his head. âYou love me. You didnât mean to say that.â
You do love himâterribly soâbut youâre willing to be one of those people who wonât view love as enough if it also means laying you out as a fool. âJakeââ
âTake it back,â he says. His steps are quick, and then youâre trapped where you stand, his hands on either side of your body, gripping the rail. Eyes drill into yours, and for a second, you feel a pang of guilt. âPlease, baby, take it back. She doesnât mean anything to me.â
âAnd I mean less.â
âNo!â he says. âThatâs not true. Youâre everything, ok? You mean everything to me. She was just helping me, thatâs all.â
âHelping you,â you mimic with a roll of your eyes. âHelping you what? Get off?â
With a little whine, Jakeâs head drops between his shoulders, his blond hair brushing your collarbone. âPlease. Please quit saying things like that.â His hands slide closer to your body and land on your hips. You donât push him awayâyou can'tâand his touch softens you ever so slightly.
âThen tell me the truth,â you say. âRight now. Iâm giving you one shot.â
His head snaps up. His eyes flick back and forth between yours, ironically searching for your honesty, as if youâre the liar on trial here.Â
âIt was a surprise,â he tells you. âSheâs a realtor now, and for the last few months sheâs been helping me find a new place, one thatâs bigger than what Iâve got because I was going to ask you to move in with me.â Your heartbeat stutters. A layer of goosebumps coats your arms. When you donât respond, he continues, âI hate missing you. I hate how unfair it is that youâre always the one to come here because I canât fly out at the drop of a hat. I know itâs a big step, but I figured if I had a place, I could show you how great things could be. Thatâs why she and I came here. We were celebrating because Iâm signing on a house first thing tomorrow,â he says. âWell, thatâs why Iâm celebrating, anyway. Sheâs probably celebrating because she just made a decent commission.â
Itâs almost unfair how that new information doesnât make you feel any less of a fool. Had he told you that under any other circumstances, youâd be leaping into his arms, kissing him like youâve been deprived of him for years, repeating âyesâ over and over between those kisses, but you canât. You canât because his explanation doesnât fix everything.Â
âThat still doesnât change that itâs Thursday, not Wednesday,â you say.
âI know, baby. Thatâs my fault. I was so excited, and I was thinking how perfect the timing was that I would be able to pick you up tomorrow and drive you by the house now that itâs officially mine, but I fucked it up.â
Jakeâs thumbs press into your hips, and youâre instantly reminded of each moment in your relationship when youâve felt that same light pressure on your skin. A gentle claiming. The same pressure you felt when you agreed to be his girlfriend. The same pressure you feel whenever youâre in bed together.Â
You sense eyes on you other than your boyfriendâs, and when you turn your head, you find his ex staring right at you, an expression on her face that you wish you could say wasnât one of distress, but it is. And worse, itâs obviously not distress for herself, but for Jake, as if sheâs hoping she wasnât just a contributor to a bomb dropping on his life.Â
Jakeâs busy staring at you despite your averted gaze, and in a monotone voice, you say, âShe feels bad.â
He doesnât follow your eyes. âBecause she knows Iâve been doing this all for you.â
You blink. Your hand runs down your face before sifting through the strands of your hair. âYou really want me to live with you?â
âOf course I do,â he tells you. Heâs shaking his head, but you know itâs because he thinks any idea that he wouldnât want you to be blasphemous. His hand cups your chin. âI love you.â
With a sigh, you push aside the rollercoaster of emotions, the misunderstandings that lead to frustration and hurt, and look him directly in the eye. And where moments ago you thought you saw lies, you see honestly. Where you thought you saw betrayal, you see love.Â
âCan I see it?â
â
Itâs smallâa two-bedroom with a little driveway, the shingle siding painted a blue-gray shade that is more blue than gray; bundles of flowers bloom in the boxes under the windows; a bay window protrudes from the side of the structure facing the beach. And itâs perfect.
You can imagine building a life here. You can picture a dog that youâll have to build a fence for and children years later that will have you reinforcing the fence because theyâll probably be like their father, and Jake didnât choose to be a pilot because of his lack of adventurous nature. You look at this house and you can see the core of a family. A house that, no matter how far you go for Jakeâs job, will always be home base.
Jake is leaning around you so you can both watch the house from the passenger seat window. âIâd offer to show you around, but I donât get the keys until morning.â
âItâs ok,â you tell him. âI donât need to see inside.â
When you say that, he falls back into his seat. The back of his head presses against the headrest. His fingers squeeze the steering wheel with his sigh of defeat. âYou donât like it.â
Shifting your body to face him, you say, âJake, I love it.â
Just like that, his eyes brighten like a pouting child who was just offered a lollipop, and you canât help but chuckle. You canât help but forget everything that happened earlier in the night, all of it seeming so insignificant now, even though you know itâs not, and you both know that if he ever makes the same mistake again, heâll have hell to pay. But something tells you that wonât be a problem.Â
âEnough to live with me?â he asks.
You nod. âEnough to live with you.â
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âI Doâ : ÌÌâ Lando Norris
summary: follow along as the countdown to becoming mrs norris is on đ„ș
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ynusername: last race week of the season, wedding season is officially under way đđ€©
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username1: I canât wait for all the wedding spam thatâs coming our way!!
username2: lando as a husband is a vibe đ„ș
landonorris: thank you for always supporting me again this season đ«¶đ»
ynusername: @/landonorris always your biggest fan đ
username3: another amazing year in the papaya đȘđ»đïž
oscarpiastri: sorry whereâs my congratulations for my season too???
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri congrats osc, Iâm very proud of you too!
username4: osc đđđ
username5: you two are everything omg
carmenmmundt: I cannot wait to make you a bride đ„ș
lilymhe: bridesmaids assemble đ«Ą
username6: deep in my feels knowing these two are getting married in a couple of weeks
username7: please remember your fans and share everything with us đđ»
georgerussell63: you just wait and see what weâve got prepared for lan đ
danielricciardo: canât wait to lead your soon to be husband astray đŹ
username8: why does this feel like itâs about to be the messiest wedding ever lmao
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landonorris: last trip before we get married, I think my face shows just how excited I am to marry you đ«¶đ»
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username9: I wish I had someone as excited to be with me as lando is with yn
username10: his smile đ€§đ€§
maxverstappen1: youâve got your vows to be soppy, keep it off of social media đ
ynusername: thank you for the best time â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
username11: the outfits woah đ€©
username12: my heart canât cope with much of the adorableness between these two
lewishamilton: talk about making everyone feel jealous about how happy you are đ
charles_leclerc: we get it. youâre getting married. jeez.
landonorris: @/charles_leclerc do one party pooper đ
username13: if I donât have a marriage like these two then Iâm not interested
username14: oh how I wish I was yn right now đ
carlossainz55: little lando norris is all grown up
landonorris: @/carlossainz55 but big lando norris where it matters đ€
username15: pls say these two will be forever together
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ynusername: when people ask me what I see in lando to want to marry him, this is what I show them đđ
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username16: can always count on yn to throw lando under the bus lmao
username17: thank you for reminding us what an idiot lando is
oscarpiastri: fyi heâs raging that you posted these đ
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri remind him of all the times heâs done this to me hahah
username18: these are the photos we LOVE
danielricciardo: saving all these photos for future use as we speak đ€·đ»ââïž
alex_albon: youâre a brave girl yn đđ
lilymhe: how are you so unserious all the damn time đ€Šđ»ââïž
username19: keep it coming pls yn I beg you
landonorris: remind me again why Iâm marrying you when all you do is bully me
ynusername: @/landonorris because you love me đ
username20: why does the second picture leave me with so many questions đđđđ
username21: itâs picture one for me âșïž
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landonorris: BEST STAG DO EVER đ»
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ynusername: please say you arrived home in one piece đ€Šđ»ââïž
danielricciardo: @/ynusername canât make any promises đ€
username22: lord help us if daniel ricciardo organised landoâs stag do
username23: poor yn having to deal with the hangover from this đ
oscarpiastri: and I promise not to show yn the photos of you doing body shots off of max
ynusername: @/oscarpiastri I donât think I want to see these photos đđ
username24: wtf I wanna see these photos
georgerussell63: happy to give you the send off you deserve đ«Ą
username25: this sequence of photos is titled lando living his best life
username26: how many shots do we reckon were drunk last night??
pierregasly: remind me never to go out partying with you again
carlossainz55: I think I need about three weeks to recover from this đ
username27: not lando wrecking all his fellow drivers
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f1wags: congratulations are in order as todayâs the day lando and yn tie the knot - wishing you guys the best day ever đđ„
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username28: ah I canât wait to see all the photos from this
username29: Iâve never met two people so in love
username30: so glad theyâre getting their happy ending đđ€§
username31: the perfect match finally tying the knot đ
username32: Iâve got major fomo today omg âșïž
username33: I never imagined lando even getting married until he met yn
username34: praying we get lots of content from the boys today đ€đ»
username35: hoping they have the best time, they deserve everything!!
username36: Iâd do anything to be there and see lando in his suit
username37: I canât believe the day has finally arrived, Iâm not even getting married and Iâm nervous
username38: mr and mrs norris đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
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f1updates: hereâs just some of the drivers suited and booted as they attended the norris wedding today, they all look great đ€”đ»đïž
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username40: asking for a friendâŠare any of these single???
username41: now this is the content I wanted from today đ
username42: anyone else wondering what charles was thinking with those sunglasses hahah
username43: not carlos looking like the finest best man to exist
username44: petition for these guys to appear at my wedding too pls
username45: if these guys are a warm up I canât wait to see what lando looked like
username46: my heart is so happy that all the drivers showed up too
username47: I canât wipe the smile from my face after seeing these photos âșïž
username48: race suits, formal suits, these guys pull off anything đ
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ynusername: the day Iâve dreamt of since I was a little girl, so proud to be your wife lando norris đ„șđ«¶đ»
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username49: congratulations you guys!!
oscarpiastri: thank you for inviting me and lily to be part of your special day đ„ș
danielricciardo: well done for not messing up your speech đđ»
landonorris: @/danielricciardo it was touch and go for a while đ
username50: I canât believe my favourite duo are officially married!!
maxverstappen1: best wedding Iâve ever been tooâŠlandoâs dad dancing aside đ
alex_albon: you guys are the cutest, so happy for you both đ«¶đ»đ„
username51: I canât get over how adorable these photos are
username52: the smile on ynâs face omg đ€©
carlossainz55: proud dad over here đđ
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landonorris: I could get used to married life đ honeymooning with the most beautiful bride in the world â€ïž
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please, please, please | spencer reid x reader
wc: 2.8k, rating: explicit/18+
tags/warnings: office sex, professor!spencer/student!fem!reader, age gap (20 years?), rough sex, blowjobs, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, title kink (being called sir), questionable relationship, dubious consent (they both want it but again itâs teacher/student soâŠ)
a/n: read too many professor!spencer fics and decided i had to throw my hat in the ring. i feel crazy and i need him desperately. pls go crazy with me too. (ao3 link here!)
It doesnât take an FBI profiler to notice how Dr. Spencer Reid fails to hide the way he stares at you in his lectures, his eyes always lingering on you even when heâs addressing the entire classroom.Â
Maybe youâre just sensitive to his gaze, because heâs an extremely intelligent man whose attention youâre more than happy to have on you, given the fact that he is insanely attractive.
Maybe youâre just as attracted to him as he seems to be with you, because you absolutely preen at the attention Dr. Reid gives you in class, words of praise over your ideas often free-flowing from his lips.
Maybe because you know how hot you are, you shouldnât have come into Dr. Reidâs office in a low-cut top and a short plaid skirt asking to discuss your final essay in his Criminal Psychology class.Â
Both you and Dr. Reid know youâre more than capable of acing this paper, your in-class ideas clearly brilliant enough to impress Dr. Reid himself. And yet, youâre in his office, seemingly worried about how to get your thoughts across on paper.Â
It doesnât take an FBI profiler to notice how youâre positively bluffing, a little too eloquent to sound truly uncertain of yourself in your work for Dr. Reidâs class.
It doesnât take an FBI profiler to notice the way Dr. Reid is staring at your tits in your top, eyes only flicking back up to your face when he realises he should be looking at you while you speak instead of at your⊠assets.
âSir, did you catch what I just said?â You prod, very aware he most definitely did not hear you. You note how his eyes widen when you call him sir.Â
âUmâ Well, Iââ Dr. Reid starts, but itâs no use.Â
You stand up, putting your hands on the desk as you sigh, âDr. Reid, Iâm sorry if Iâm boring you with my thought process.â
Your arms frame your tits just right, and you catch the way Dr. Reidâs eyes inevitably flit down to your cleavage. Itâs so obvious when he looks back up at you, and you see his face redden. You quirk an eyebrow at him as a challenge of sorts, and he looks somewhat apologetic.Â
Dr. Reid clears his throat. He avoids your eyes for a moment, as he moves to take off his blazer. âI apologise. Iâm just⊠distracted at the moment.â
âI wonder why that is,â you hum, twirling a piece of your hair with your index finger, like youâre deep in thought. Then, like the already-obvious answer just hits you, you add, with a pout: âOh! Do I distract you, sir?âÂ
âWhat are you doing?â Dr. Reid asks, and you can hear the way heâs trying to keep his voice steady, calm.
âI donât know, sir,â you shrug. âMaybe you should share your thoughts with me.â
Dr. Reid blinks at you, takes the sight of you in. âWell, youâre giving me a hard time right about now.â
âWhy?â You cock your head to the side. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep, just for a moment.Â
Your professorâs tone biting, he answers candidly, âYour revealing clothing choice makes it difficult for me to focus. I didnât expect you to dress like a slut when you were coming into my office for a simple consultation.â
Your sharp inhale is audible in the pindrop-silent room. Dr. Reid meets your eyes. He pauses for a moment, and you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. His eyes are dark. With a flick of his finger, he says, âCome here.â
You think of leaning over the desk just to fuck with him even more, but Dr. Reid looks so serious you think you might be in actual trouble. You scurry over to his side of the desk, standing next to him. He turns his chair towards you, and you can see the bulge in your professorâs pants. Heâs big.
âYou want this?â Dr. Reid says gently. Itâs a loaded question.Â
Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you nod. âYes, sir. I want you.â
âGood. Then get on your knees.â Itâs a command, in a deep voice youâve never heard from Dr. Reid in the past three months in his lectures. You hope your knees wonât bruise from the way you fall to them in a heartbeat.
âI didnât think you would be such a slut.â Dr. Reid smirks, and it makes a shiver run down your spine. His hand reaches towards you, cups your cheek. He slaps your cheek gently, but the suddenness makes you gasp. âFuck, you drive me crazy in class, but now I have you like this? I must have done something amazing in a past life to have you on your knees for me now.â
âSir,â you exhale shakily. His touch is soft, his thumb stroking your cheek with a surprising sweetness.Â
âLetâs put that mouth to good use, hmm?â Dr. Reid says, his tone warm, syrupy sweet. He reaches for his belt, the metal clink as he undoes it making heat quickly pool between your legs. The belt gets tossed aside and he unzips his fly, pulling his half-hard cock out. You watch as his large hand wraps around himself, as he strokes his cock absentmindedly. His eyes are only on you. Your body flushes hot with arousal.
Dr. Reid beckons you closer with a finger. You look up at him, and you take his cock in your hand. His eyes tell you everything you need to know. You lean forward to take him into your mouth. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock softly, the warmth of your mouth probably feeling like heaven as Dr. Reid moans quietly as you do. You swirl your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precome.
His hand comes up to the back of your head as he watches you suck his cock. Youâre kitten-licking at his tip, which doesnât seem like enough for him. Dr. Reid pushes your head down on his cock, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. Heâs big, so the sudden fullness of your mouth coupled with the way he hits the back of your throat makes you choke slightly. You glance up at him. Heâs smirking.Â
âIâm sure you know how to suck cock, donât you? Like this, sweetheart.â His tone is close to condescending, as the fist in your hair drags your head up and down on his cock. While itâs not like you donât know how to please a man, Dr. Reid treating you this way makes you swoon â his teacherly mannerisms turning you on impossibly.Â
You gag as Dr. Reid fucks your face down onto his cock, his groans mixing with your wet, choked noises. He clearly seems to enjoy this, using you how he pleases, uncaring of your own arousal. Itâs so hot you feel like you might explode. You hope youâll get more out of this than just sucking your professor off, because if he doesnât reciprocate you might have half a mind to report him for unprofessional conduct.
But Dr. Reid is moaning into his fist, eyebrows furrowed as you blow him, and youâve always wanted to please your professor; be it in class or right in this moment.
You reach up to grab Dr. Reid by his wrist, tapping his arm to get his attention. His eyelids flutter open, revealing his gorgeously deep brown eyes. He looks at you, slightly concerned. âWhatâs the matter?â
You swallow hard. âSir, Iâ Will you fuck me? Please? I want- I want to feel you inside.â
Dr. Reid closes his eyes for a moment, breathes through his nose. âHoly fucking shit,â He murmurs to himself, before he says, louder, âOkay. Yes. Fuck, youâre so sexy.â
You donât get up from your knees, not just yet. You look up at him, hands in your lap, waiting for him to tell you what to do. You smirk up at him. Dr. Reid sighs, rubbing his face with his hand, and says, âYou little minx. Get up on my desk.â
He extends a hand to help you up, your legs shaky from being on your knees. You look behind you to figure out how to get yourself onto the desk, but Dr. Reid is also on his feet now, and he hoists you up onto the desk, easily getting between your spread legs. You steady yourself by placing your hands out behind you, and shudder when Dr. Reidâs big, warm hands grab at your thighs. He squeezes at the flesh, before one hand comes down to your clothed pussy. He swipes his thumb over your clit, over your hole, and he tuts. âYouâre so wet already. You must be desperate.â
You shudder. Dr. Reidâs touch is not enough to feel good, as he barely teases you over your panties. âYou should do something about it, Professor.â
âI will,â he says. Dr. Reid exhales, looking down between where your bodies are pressed close, his hard cock pressed against your cunt. âLook at what youâve done to me. Youâve ruined me.â
âSir,â you say sultrily. âYou should fuck me now.â
âI will,â he repeats, his hand on your hip. He looks you up and down, and then Dr. Reidâs hand is sliding across your thigh, his fingers slipping up the hem of your skirt. You feel calloused thumbs teasing at the waistband of your panties, feel them dip past the elastic to pull them down.Â
Cool air hits your cunt, as Dr. Reid slides your panties off your legs. Heâs looking down at you, between your legs, clearly enjoying the view. You clear your throat, and he looks up at you, almost sheepish. He says, his voice cracking slightly, âYouâre gorgeous.â
You smile. âYouâre not so bad yourself, Dr. Reid.â
âYeah?â He laughs. âIâm glad you think so.â
As you talk, Dr. Reid has mindlessly started to rut his cock along your leaking cunt, your steadily-flowing slick making the slide easy. Itâs so good, even just the friction of your professor frotting against you. You hold back a moan, looking up into Dr. Reidâs eyes.
âSirâ Oh, fuck,â you moan, as his cock slips inside of you with the way he grinds against you, your hole letting him in too easily. Youâre so wet that heâd just slipped in. The feeling stuns you both, wet heat around Dr. Reidâs cock. Heâs still rocking his hips back and forth, which pulls him out of you and pushes him back in. The head of his cock pushes back into you, and you both moan. You cry, âMore, Dr. Reid.â
Dr. Reid steadies himself as he starts to fuck you, the movement of his hips shifting as he thrusts into you proper. Thereâs a practised ease in his thrusts, confident as he takes you on his desk. Your head falls forward, hair in your face, as your body takes in the feeling of your professorâs cock buried inside of you.
âYou feel so good,â Dr. Reid grunts, his cock fucking in and out of you. Heâs filling you up just the way you need it, his thickness stretching you out so deliciously. You clench around him at the praise, and his hips stutter. âSo tight for me, sweetheart.â
And then, you canât explain what you do next. You canât help yourself, as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his neck, smelling his musky perfume and sweat. You whimper. You feel so good you donât know what else to do with your body, but Dr. Reid doesnât push you away. One of his arms wraps around your waist, his hand on the small of your back feeling so warm through your thin top, even though youâre feeling so hot you could explode.Â
You feel yourself being pushed onto your back onto the heavy wooden desk, Dr. Reidâs weight pressing down on you. Like this, you feel his cock press inside of you impossibly deeper, and itâs so good you feel like screaming â you donât, obviously you canât, but you muffle a moan into his shoulder instead.
âSuch a good girl,â Dr. Reid murmurs softly, his cock punching deep inside of you. Each of his thrusts sends electric pleasure up your spine, through your nerves, and youâre tearing up from how good this feels. âFuck, I wish I could hear you scream for me.â
You whimper, a broken cry pressed against his neck. âDr. Reidââ
âOh, I know, sweetheart,â Dr. Reid coos softly. âYouâre doing so good, keeping it down for me. So good for me.â
You donât like feeling so pathetic, but Dr. Reid makes you feel safe even while youâre vulnerable, while heâs fucking you on his office desk. You sob, âDr. Reid, itâs too goodâ Iâm gonna cum, Iâ pleaseââ
âCome on,â he grunts, his voice laboured as he pants. âCum for me, my darling.â
Your gasp is louder than youâd like it to be, in a professorâs office of all places, but you feel too good to remember to keep it down. You shudder through your orgasm, unable to control the way your body reacts to all the pleasure given to you.Â
âFuck,â Dr. Reid blurts, his cock sliding out of you faster than you expect. You whine, but Dr. Reid is cumming all over your cunt, thick, hot spurts all over already-slick skin. âOh, shit. Fuck.â
Youâre thankful Dr. Reid didnât cum inside, only because he didnât have a condom on. You feel like a mess, but Dr. Reidâs looking at you like youâre a goddess. You feel his softening cock resting on your thigh. You want to go again, to feel him inside of you again, but perhaps thatâs too desperate.Â
When his head is clear, Dr. Reid is quick to step back, reaching into the desk drawer.Â
âSorry, let me justââ The commandeering, dominant Dr. Reid you just met is now gone, back to his slightly silly, bumbling self. He takes two wipes out from the packet of wet wipes he had pulled out from the drawer in his haste, but his hands are gentle when he wipes you clean. His touch is soft, sweet, and you feel so special in his hands. âIâm sorry I made a mess of you.â
You chuckle. âDr. Reid, Iâm more than okay with it. I think it comes with the territory.â
He smiles, albeit a little awkwardly. âYeah, youâre right. I just donât do this often, I suppose.â
âOh, please. As if you donât have other students throwing themselves at you too, Dr. Reid,â you laugh, waving him off.
âI do, but Iâve never done anything with them. Even if they try to proposition me, I tell them to leave my office. Iâve only⊠Itâs just you.â
Youâre stunned for a moment, blinking up at him. âYou⊠Seriously?â
He frowns slightly. âDoes it seem like I sleep around with my students often?â
âNo! No, I justâ I didnât expect that. I thought you would be more⊠experienced? Considering how readily you let me⊠seduce you. I guess.â
âYouâre definitely convincing,â Dr. Reid smiles. âBesides, I think youâre really special. Iâve never had a student like you.â
âOh,â you say, because what else can you say in this scenario? Should you say anything else? Itâs starting to hit you now, the implications of what youâve just done walking into your professorâs office like this. âThatâs⊠flattering.â
He tilts his head, brows furrowing. âYour pause seems to imply you donât really mean that.â
âOh, no, Dr. Reid, not at all, Iââ You shake your head. âIâm really flattered that you think Iâm special, I justâ Iâm not sure how I can navigate this. Weâve had sex, and itâs really hitting me now that I should not have seduced my professor because thatâs definitely a violation of conduct, andââ
âHey, relax,â Dr. Reid says, putting his hand on your shoulder. You breathe in deep. Dr. Reid looks at you warmly, and says, âI know we probably shouldnât have done this, but I couldnât resist you. And besides, itâs already done. Weâre close to the end of the semester anyways. If youâ Iïżœïżœ If you want to continue this⊠outside of campus, Iâd be more than happy to.â
âDr. Reid,â you gasp, shocked that your professor would even be interested enough in you to suggest something like that. A relationship, outside of class? Or whatever it is he was thinking of. Frankly, even if Dr. Reid wants to meet once a month just to fuck, youâd take whatever you could get, especially with a man as gorgeous as him.
âCall me Spencer. Please,â he smiles. âOutside of class, at least.â
You grin. âOkay, Spencer.â
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do you believe me now? | 4
in which spencer reid and inexperienced fem!reader are interrupted at the most inopportune of times. he calls you on the first night of his case. dirty talk turns into a hard conversation. we get a glimpse into spencer's past, and we finally learn why he's so hesitant to sleep with you.
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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: dirty talk, phone sex/mutual masturbation, softdom!spence, obligatory he talks u through it, lots of graphic discussions of sex, established relationship, angst (sorrryyy!) a/n: so remember how i said you'd need the bonus chapter to fully appreciate/understand this part? i was wrong!! it will come in handy probably in the next part tho:) also idk how these parts keep getting so long im sorry! anyway, i love you all so bad. thank you for bearing w/ my craziness. PLEASE let me know your thoughts on this part!! i adore hearing from you!! kisses
(also special thank you to @fliesforeyes who convinced me phone sex w/ spence could be done!! i will link his phone sex blurb here :)) thank u binx!!
âThree million six hundred eighty four thousand three hundred thirty two times fourteen million seven hundred sixty one thousand nine hundred seventy one.â
Youâve lost count of how many stupid math questions youâve asked your human calculator boyfriend, just to see if he can actually do them. Spencer is silent for a second, and you think youâve finally stumped him.Â
âThat one is complicated.â
You sit bolt upright in his bed, looking down at him and pointing an accusatory finger. His brows raise at the manic look in your eye.Â
âYou donât know.â
âI do know. I meant it would be hard to explain if you arenât a math person.â
âBullshit!â You scoff, âyou donât know!â
âIt would display on a calculator as five-point-three-eight-eight-E-thirteen. Itâs a really big number.â
âOh, really big, huh?â you mumble, searching for your phone blindly in the sheets and scrambling to open the calculator app. âUm⊠what numbers did I say?â
Spencer repeats them back to you and you press the equals sign.Â
You look at it.Â
And then you set your phone down.Â
âI was right, huh?â he smiles up at you, probably reveling in your pouty wrongness.Â
Too proud to admit it, you collapse on top of him, burying your face in his shoulder.Â
âI donât like this game anymore. What the fuck even is an e? Why are we doing algebra?â
Spencer laughs, brushing your hair aside.Â
âThe e stands for exponent. Itâs to the power of ten.â
âEver heard of a rhetorical question?â
âYes, I have.â
Itâs hard not to snort even at his dumbest jokes.Â
âYouâre annoying. Letâs do something else.â
You roll over onto your back again, letting your head flop over to look at Spencer, whose hair is exactly the right amount of messy after a long day, falling in impossibly soft waves over the perfect lines and contours of his face. Despite lounging, heâs still in his suit from workâheâd left Quantico and immediately picked you up. There were no solid plans for the evening, so after both of you pretended that you wanted to go out for a while, you ended up back at his apartment.Â
He looks good. Almost too good.Â
âSomething like what?â he smiles lazily, reaching over and tracing his fingers over your cheek.Â
âSomething⊠naked?â
His grin widens and he shakes his head.Â
âMe naked or you naked?â
Pretending to think about it, you roll your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âMm⊠why not both?â
âHm. Why do I feel like I know where this is going?â
The mattress sinks underneath your elbow as you prop yourself up, dropping your head over Spencerâs to kiss him.Â
âBecause youâre so smart, and you think itâs a great idea.â
He entertains your kiss for a moment. Just a moment.
âYou sound sure of yourself.â
âBecause I am!â You finally give in to your impulses, tangling your fingers in his hair and looking at him meaningfully. âIt doesnât make any sense for us to have not had sex. I donât care about any of your weird, cryptic moral reasoning.â
He grabs your wrist carefully.Â
âIt is not moral,â he scoffs. âWe havenât even talked about it yet.â
âReally? Because I feel like weâve talked about it a lot.âÂ
He begins to reply, but you realize you donât want to get into a debate over whether youâve technically talked about it yet. âI donât even care! If thatâs all thatâs standing in your way, then letâs talk about it. Right now.â
Spencer sighs, his eyes darting between yours as he reaches up to cradle your cheek.Â
âFine. But I have things to say youâre not going to like.â
âSo business as usual?â
He rolls his eyes. You allow yourself a tiny self-satisfied smirk, forever relishing in his poorly-hidden soft spot for your constant teasing. Spencer ignores this. Which is probably for the best.Â
âI know you probably wonât see it this way, butâsex is different than everything else weâve done so far. It can be really fun, obviously it feels good, it facilitates deeper feelings of connectionâthatâs all true. Which is why, in my opinion, itâs incredibly important that you be selective with who you sleep with. Because itâs so easy to do something you regret, and sex is vulnerable. It should always be with someone you trust andâand⊠care about.â
A pink flush stains his cheeks like watercolor as he stumbles over the last few words. It makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest.
Maybe best not to think about the absence versus presence of certain four-letter words and what they may or may not mean. Youâll move on to more pressing matters and pretend like it doesnât ache just a little in your whole body.Â
You cover his hand with your own.Â
âAre you going to break up with me anytime soon?â
Spencerâs eyes widen, filling with genuine horror and confusion.Â
âWhat? No!â
âAre you going to cheat on me?â
âAbsolutely not, Iââ
âThen Iâm not going to regret it. Issue resolved. Moving on.â
âHoney, I just want you to be 100% sure that Iâm what you want.â
âOh my god,â you groan, flopping onto your back once more. âI have begged you to sleep with me on multiple occasions. We have been dating for months and I liked you even longer before that. I think about it literally every time I see you. I donât know how to be any surer.â
Itâs quiet for a moment as you study the imaginary pattern on the ceiling. The rebuttal youâd been anticipating doesnât comeâinstead, the mattress shifts next to you. Spencer enters your field of vision, now leaning over you with a little smile on his face that gives you butterflies.Â
âEvery time?â
ââŠyes, every time,â you agree, voice considerably thinner than it had been a moment ago. Spencer glances at your lips as he speaks.Â
âInteresting. And what is it that you think about exactly?â
You groan again, attempting to roll facedown, but he pins your shoulder to the bed. The way heâs sweetly kissing down your cheek and jaw is infuriating because you know itâs a false pretense.Â
âUgh, I donât know! Donât make me answer that!â
âYou said if talking about it was all that was standing in my way, we would talk about it. Now I want to talk about it. Come on,â he says, voice low and cloying against your throat as he attempts to tease the answer out of you. âTell me what you think about when you think about us having sex.â
You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips skimming your neck, hating how easily he can reduce you to this.Â
âI⊠I always wonder what it will feel like. Sometimes I wonder if it will hurt.â
Spencer sighs, interrogation by way of seduction momentarily forgotten. You silently curse yourself for saying something so un-sexy.Â
âIt might, sweetheart. Thatâs one of the reasons weâve held back. IâŠÂ really donât want to hurt you. I donât even know if I can.â
You grab his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you with more confidence than you feel.Â
âSometimes I worry about it, too. But I like you a lot more than it scares me. I still want to.â
He kisses your palm.Â
âYouâll be okay. It doesnât hurt for everyone, and even if it does, youâre resilient.â
âExactly. So you have to get over yourself.â
Spencer laughs like he wasnât expecting to, eyes sparkling as he regards you. Â
âYeah. Yeah, maybe I do.â
Heâs smiling again as he leans down and kisses youâa slow, lingering thing which tastes like spearmint as you part your lips for him.Â
âPlease?â you whisper against him after a long moment. He hums, keeps kissing you.Â
âWhat is it that you think you want? You donât even know what youâre asking for.â
âTell me,â you beg, chasing his lips. âTell me what youâre going to do with me. We can talk about it. This is talking about it.â
Spencer exhales deeply, wedging a thigh between yours. Immediately you clamp around it, trying not to grind against him too overtly.Â
âYou want to know what Iâd do to you?â
âYesââ you paw at his jacket. Surprisingly, he doesnât stop you from pushing it off. Your heart pounds.Â
âWell⊠we both know how anxious you get,â he muses, pressing his lips so delicately to your fluttering pulse-point in emphasis, and then back to your mouth. His thigh pushes harder against you to supplant the absence of his lips as he speaks, though he kisses you sporadically and between sentences. âYouâre hard to get out of your head when youâre nervous, you know that? I watch it happen. One minute youâre with me, and then you start overthinking, and getting self-conscious. The only thing that seems to relax you is letting me touch youâso first I would touch you like Iâve touched you before. Iâd make sure you know how pretty you are and how good you deserve to feel.â You whimper inadvertently at his words, arching into him and grinding against his leg as he pauses to kiss the sensitive soft spot below your jaw. âYouâre going to need to be really ready to let me in. Do you know what I mean by that?â
As he asks, he pushes his thigh against you harder. Your body responds immediately, arching into him and seeking more friction. When you squeak, he takes it as a no.Â
âI mean I need you relaxed and wet. Youâll excuse my crude language.â
You pull at his tie, breathing heavier now and so turned on itâs almost painful.Â
âWhat are you gonna do after that?â
âWhat else is there to do but fuck you after that?â he breathes. âYou want me to tell you how Iâd fuck you?â
Something about it makes you whine salaciously. Youâve heard him curseâyouâve even heard him talk about fucking you. But it feels more real now; when itâs low in your ear and youâre covertly undressing him and heâs pushing your shirt over your stomach promisingly.Â
âYes, please.âÂ
He hums against your jaw, nipping and brushing his lips over the skin as he considers. Leaves you waiting.Â
âI would have to take my time with you. Youâll be overwhelmed. I know you think you wonât, but you will. Iâm going to have to be so, so careful with you, angel. Itâs going to drive me insane. But it will feel good for you.â
âWhy careful? I donât want that.â
He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine.Â
âYeah, you do. Youâre going to want me to be careful when Iâmââ he pauses, pressing his thumb to your bare lower tummy and dragging up to a spot below your belly button. He presses down lightly again. âRight here. Approximately.â
The surface of the sun has nothing on the temperature of your skin in this moment, as you writhe underneath him in both arousal and embarrassment. Mostly, burning need. You feel almost sick with it.Â
âPlease donât make me wait anymore. Just do it, please, Spencer. I need it to be you, I donât want it to be anyone else. I promise Iâm ready.â
Itâs silent for a moment. Your heart quickens. You sense his walls wearing away, his instinct to keep you intact for god knows what reason crumbling. Heâs finally going to give you what youâve been begging for.Â
Spencer opens his mouth, eyes glimmeringâ
And then his phone rings.Â
You both freezeâhe melts dejectedly before you do, more accustomed to an ill-timed phone call and realizing the finality it can present.Â
Heâs breathing heavily against your neck, as if maybe whoever it is will just hang up. But the phone keeps ringing.Â
âIâm sorry.â
Your stomach sinks as he sits up, grabbing his phone from the side table and rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he answers.
âThis is Reid,â he says, lackluster.Â
If you wanted, you could hear what Penelope is sayingâbut you donât bother listening. Itâs going to be a case. Spencer is about to leave. The details are his problem.Â
âOkay. Iâll be there in an hour.â
He hangs up, tossing the phone onto the mattress and not speaking for a moment, just continuing to rub your leg apologetically. Watching you almost mournfullyâtaking in your disheveled hair, your likely blown-out pupils, the shirt pushed almost over your chest.Â
âI have to go right now,â he finally manages with a heavy sigh, gently pulling your shirt back into place.Â
You sit up, shedding all the hopes that had been building for the evening, and try to sound chipperâthough all you feel is bitter disappointment that goes deeper than you understand.Â
âI know. Go ahead, I can get a cab home.â
He frowns, running his hand over the back of your hair.Â
âI donât love the idea of you standing on the sidewalk waiting for a car in this part of town so late. Do you just want to stay here for the night and go home tomorrow?â
You force a smile. Great. So youâll be spending the night in his bed after allâjust without him.Â
âSure. Thanks.â
âYeah.â
Neither of you are feeling particularly grateful.Â
Soon youâre walking him to his own door. Both of you come to a stop in front.Â
âIâm sorry,â he sighs again.Â
âSpencer, itâs fine. Itâs your job. You donât need to apologize. You were very clear about this part when we started dating.â
âI know, but⊠itâs easier in theory than in practice.â
You smile. If Spencer is a reflection of you, it doesnât quite reach your eyes. His hair is still messy from your fingers running through it and heâs missing his tie. You hope all his coworkers see and feel bad about taking him away from you.Â
But itâs not their fault. You just want someone to blame.Â
Instead you mould yourself to his body, wrapping around him like you belong there. He returns your embrace, pressing his lips into the crook of your shoulder and rubbing your back in that way he always does with you.Â
In that moment, your affection for him becomes so profound itâs like a chemical reactionâeverywhere he touches burns and you love him so fucking much it aches in every inch of your body the way your muscles do when you have a bad fever. Love is the most terrible of afflictions, you realize. It is a fever dream. Itâs every fiber of your being screaming to tell him how you feel, to beg him on your knees not to go because you love him like a child loves a parent or a bee loves honeysuckle or the ocean loves the horizon. Pared down to your most basic components, the barest version of yourself, you require him. Your soul needs his soul.Â
âSpencer?â
âHm?âÂ
Itâs nothing more than an absentminded hum against your skin.Â
âIâŠâ
Should you be looking him in the eye when you say this? Should you say it right before he has to leave? Just because you say it doesnât change the fact that heâs about to be gone for several long days. Maybe this is a terrible time to admit something that suddenly feels so true and so consequential.Â
He senses your internal conflict, pulling back despite your resistance and holding your face between his hands.Â
âYou what?â He murmurs, soft eyes bouncing back and forth between your own. Fuckâyou feel so observed, now. Like he can read your mind.Â
âI forget.â
FUUUUUUCK.Â
Spencer blinks. Processes. You watch the disbelief crystallizing over his eyes like ice freezing over a lake.Â
He knows.Â
He knows you didnât forget, and he probably knows what you were going to say, and heâs going to tell himself he was wrong to spare your dignity.Â
Everything hurts when he kisses you. You wonder what regret tastes like.Â
âWell, let me know if you remember.â
Itâs too gentle and at the same time he canât hide the edge with all the tenderness in the world. You nod as if in a trance, already looking forward to dissociating as you lie in bed and stare at the dark ceiling.
Two small goodbyes are exchanged, slightly stifled now, as if shared between drunk strangers who have sobered up and are mutually embarrassed about how candidly theyâd interacted before.Â
You close the door behind him, doing up all the locks, and meticulously flick every light switch in the apartment off before climbing into his bedâthough you donât really feel like you deserve to be there anymore.
But perhaps this is all an overreaction. Itâs not like you owe it to him to say I love you, or anythingâit was bad timing, anyway. And why canât he say it? In fact, why hasnât he said it?Â
Maybe you have it all wrong.Â
Maybe he doesnât feel that way about you.Â
You fall asleep before you allow these questions to make you sick.Â
24 hours go by.Â
24 hours go by and you really had meant to leave his apartmentâit was just that you woke up late, and your phone was dead so you couldnât call a car, so you charged it while you made breakfast, and then you ate, and then you decided to take a shower and wash your clothes, and then it was two in the afternoon and you hadnât left yet and you decided to walk to the store and replenish the groceries youâd used up.Â
Maybe you got a bit distracted looking at flowers and other beautiful things at the market and by the time you got home it was 5:00, so you decided to wait until seven to skip rush hour. And then eight, just to be sure.Â
Before you know it, itâs midnight, and youâre dozing off in his bed again (teeth cleaned with the brush youâd bought at the storeâmaybe this whole situation hadnât been entirely unwitting on your part.)
Throughout the day, you tried to let all your anxiety about the previous night melt away. If itâs something that needs to be addressed, Spencer will address it. Everything will work out in the end. That thought is how youâre able to doze off.Â
Youâre almost asleep when your phone lights up and begins buzzing on the side table. You wince as your eyes open, not adjusting well to the harsh bright display and unable to discern whoâs even calling you at this hour. Stupidly, probably because youâre half asleep, you answer without checking.Â
âHello?â
Your voice is groggy, quiet with sleep.Â
âShit, did I wake you?â
âSpence?â you whisper, stomach flipping at the sound of his voice on the other line. You feel caught, still sleeping in his bed.Â
â⊠yeah,â he chuckles. âDid you not check who was calling before you picked up?â
âI was asleep,â you pout. âKinda.â
âOkay. Go back to sleep, honey. Weâll talk tomorrow.â
You sit bolt upright, phone balanced between tense fingers and speaking directly into the microphone.Â
âNo! No, Iâm awake. Whatâs up? Why did you call?â
A longer stretch of silenceâyouâre too sleepy to comprehend what it might mean, though never too sleepy to worry about it. With a pang of pain, you recall your strange goodbye, the words you hadnât said.Â
âI just needed to hear your voice,â he sighs. You frown, staring at nothing in particular in the pitch black room.Â
âOh. Is everything okay?â
âAs much as it can be.â
âRight.â
More quiet. You chew on the inside of your cheek, stricken with a sudden feeling of awkwardness that you havenât had with Spencer in a while.Â
âIâm sorry⊠I donât really know what to say.â
âThatâs okay,â he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice which makes you feel a bit better, âwhy donât you tell me about your day? Or you can absolutely go back to sleep, if youâre too tired.â
âDonât ask me about my day,â you whisper, flopping down on the bed once more. Shame seeps into your voice. He laughs.Â
âWhat? Why?â
âBecause if I tell you youâre going to think Iâm super weird and youâre going to break up with me.â
Laughter tapers off into gentler tones.Â
âI already think youâre super weird. Itâs actually one of your most attractive qualities.â
Blood rushes to your cheeks.Â
âBut itâs like⊠borderline crazy.â
Immediately, he replies, âfor better or worse, I also frequently find myself attracted to crazy.â
âThank you for calling me crazy and super weird,â you grumble.Â
âI also called you attractive twice. Tell me.â
When his tone takes on that easy, assertive quality, and itâs sort of raspy and low because itâs late and heâs been talking all day, and you can hear the lazy smile on his faceâyou imagine him laying on his hotel bed, arm slung over his eyes in the dark as he grins into the microphoneâyou have a very difficult time saying no.Â
âFine. Guess where I am right now.â
âUm, I would hope youâre in bed?â
You smile to yourself, basking in the victory of successfully throwing him off his game even slightly.Â
âGuess whose bed.â
Silence.Â
âWhat an interesting question.â That cocky smile, the low drawling is back, and you chew on your lip, ignoring the shiver that runs down your spine. âIf itâs not mine or yours, weâre going to have issues.â
âBut if it is yours? Youâre not going to call the police on me?â
âWhy would I call the police? To tell them thereâs a pretty girl in my bed and I donât want her there?â
âTo tell them your psychopathic girlfriend broke into your apartment and might be holding hostages there.â
Spencer laughs; a brittle, drawn out thing, flat and quiet as the desert.
âIf you were a psychopath, calling the cops would be a waste of time. I would handle you myself.â The idea of being handled has your thighs clenching. âButâyeah, donât invite anyone else in.â More humor finds its way into his voice, momentarily relieving some tension that had sneakily begun to build. âHaving people in my space makes me anxious.â
âBut not me?â Your whisper is half flirtatious, half insecure. Spencerâs reply is soft, as if heâs picking up on this from hundreds of miles away.
âNo, not you. You are always the exception.â
âGood,â you say, cheeks aching as you half-bury your warm face into his pillow. âBecause I made myself really comfortable. You have a nice shower, by the way.â
Spencer groans.Â
âYouâre killing me.â
âWhat? What did I do!â
âDonât talk to me about my bed and my shower. I might start to think youâre intentionally being a brat.â
âYou asked me about my day! Iâm just telling you what I did!â
But youâre also intentional teasing him for sure.  After a pause, he sighs in defeat.Â
âYouâre right. I did do that. Tell me what else happened.â
âWell,â you begin, all too eager, âI had to put my clothes in the dryer after I got out, so I borrowed some of yours. But then they were way comfier than mine, so after I went to the store I put them back on, andââ
âOkay.â
âOkay what?â you frown.Â
âTell me what this is.â
âIâI donât know what you mean.â
Lying to a profiler is usually pointless.Â
âIâm not stupid, sweetheart. Tell me why you keep talking about my shower and my bed and my clothes.â
Caught red-handed. Your skin heats up.Â
âI donât know. I miss you.â
He hums in a way that blurs the line between sympathetic and patronizing. Even through the phone you can feel the bass of it in your bones.  It changes the frequency youâre vibrating at. Itâs hypnotic.Â
âBut thatâs not really why youâre being intentionally provocative, is it?â
âNo,â you admit quietly. âIâm still upset you had to go last night.â
âSo youâre frustrated and youâre taking it out on me?â
Your brow furrows. Well, when he puts it like thatâŠ
âIâm not taking anything out on you.â
âI think you are. And I donât appreciate that, because Iâm on your side, honey. Do you think I prefer being in a hotel bed by myself or being in my bed with you?â
Somehow, he makes you feel like a scolded child. But he makes it appealing in ways you donât understand.Â
âYour bed with me,â you murmur, skin prickling with the coldness of his absence even as you curl under the blanket.Â
âRight. So why donât you tell me what I can do for you right now, instead of punishing me for things that are beyond my control?â
âI wasnât punishing you,â you mutter.Â
âNo? You werenât intentionally talking about using my shower and sleeping in my bed and putting on my clothes so that Iâd have to think about what I canât have right now?â
âIââ
âBelieve me when I tell you I have been thinking about what I canât have, all day. Your efforts are entirely redundant and you canât say anything about yourself that is even close to as dirty as the frankly disrespectful thoughts Iâve been having about you for seventeen hours.â
The lack of air is making you so dizzy your vision goes gray at the edges.Â
âWhat⊠what thoughts?â
âNone that you need to concern yourself with.â
âYou canât just say something like that and then not tell me!â you insist. Heâs obviously giving you a taste of your own medicine and itâs fair but it doesnât mean you have to like it.Â
âI can do whatever I want,â Spencer corrects cooly in a way that pisses you off beyond belief because heâs right. It triggers some adolescent immaturity within youâa desire to get back at him, so to speak. He wants intentionally provocative? He can have it.Â
âFine. Then so can I. And thereâs nothing you can do to stop me.â
âI wouldnât dream of it even if I could.â
âSpencer,â you warn. âIf you donât tell me what you were thinking Iâm gonnaââ you look around the room for ammo. âIâm gonna look through your nightstand!â
âGo ahead. Iâll warn you, itâs not very interesting.â
âSounds like what someone who has something hide would say,â you mumble, crawling across the mattress through tangled sheets and using your phone flashlight to open the drawer.Â
Spencer is patient and silent as you take in its contentsâa small blue leather-bound notebook (full of what looks like Russian), a fountain pen, a glasses case, various kinds of vitamins, andâ
âSpencer Reid,â you say, dragging out his name and pretending nothing is fluttering in your stomach, âwhat are these?â
âI donât know. I canât see what youâre referring to.â
âTake a wild guess.â
âOh, I have one. But Iâd like to hear you say it.â
You realize you may have gotten yourself in deeper than you meant to by going through his stuff. Wellâthey donât say karma is a bitch for nothing.Â
âWhat are you doing with a box of condoms?âÂ
He chuckles and you feel it in your whole body, warm as you stretch across his mattress and eye the box like it might jump out at you.Â
âThose are years old. Iâve used three since I bought them.â
âDonât tell me that,â you whine. âI donât wanna think about all the other women youâve seduced.â
âYou wanted them to be for you, huh?âÂ
You flush. Honestly you hadnât even thought about that.Â
âI⊠I donât know. I kind of just assumedâŠâ
Itâs silent for a second and you frown, realizing you hadnât even considered protection when youâd imagined sleeping with him before.Â
âYou assumed what, honey?â he asks, voice soft.Â
âItâs dumb. I canât tell you.â
âYou can tell me anything. Iâm not going to think itâs dumb, I promise.â
You chew on your lip, letting your eyes unfocus on the box as you muster the courage to be honest.Â
âWhenever I imagined it⊠we didnâtâŠÂ use anything.â
The words make you cringe even as youâre saying them. So does the quiet that follows.Â
âWhen you imagine us sleeping together, we donât use a condom?â
âAh!â The phone drops to the mattress as you cover your ears and roll onto your side, curling into yourself once more. âYou didnât have to say it! You make me sound so weird!â
âItâs not weird,â he laughs, because he can probably imagine exactly what you just did, âI just wanted to make sure I was understanding you. That said⊠we would definitely use protection.â
âDo we have to?â
The quiet words take even you by surpriseâand they seem to stun Spencer as well. Several false starts are punctuated by a sigh as he gathers his thoughts.Â
âWe really should, baby. Thatâs the kind of thing we need to take seriously.â
âBut youâre⊠youâre good, right?â
Thankfully he picks up on your meaning.Â
âI am. I wouldnât touch you if I werenât.â
âAnd Iâm good. So...â
âHm. And has anyone ever explained to you where babies come from?â
You groan in frustration.Â
âSpencer, Iâm being serious! There are ways to negate that.â
âHoney,â he murmurs, âI understand that. But it would be irresponsible of me to say yes. We can talk about it in the future, butââ
âIâm telling you itâs already dealt with. The chances of an accidental pregnancy are slim to none.â
The new information hangs in the air for a moment until Spencer speaksâto your surprise, his voice is low and humorous.Â
âThat is⊠good to know. But even soâIâm setting a dangerous precedent if I always let you get exactly what you want.â
âIs it such a bad thing that I just wannaâI wanna know what it feels like? You donât want that?â
âThatâs not what I said. I want to know exactly what you feel like. Iâm just hesitant to give in so quickly because it makes me look weak.â
You laugh breathlessly, caught between being turned on by the first part of his sentence and amused by the sarcastic second half. Your thighs clench and your hand absentmindedly wanders between them.Â
âYou know what I was thinking about?â you ask. Spencer hums curiously. âI was thinking about when you let me, um⊠when you let me touch you how you touch me.â He hums again, but you can hear the amused curve of a smile in it now.
âWhen you had your mouth all full of me and you looked so pretty?â
âWhen Iâyeah,â you agree, too caught up to deny his compliment as your fingers brush your most sensitive spot through clothing. âAnd  how you got me all messy after. And I was wondering what it would feel like⊠inside me.â
He sucks in a breath. Your legs brush against each other and you twist slightly as you pretend like youâre not touching yourself just a little bit.Â
âYou want me to come inside you?â
âYeah,â you whisper, brain short-circuiting at the way those words sound in his voice.Â
â
On the other side of the line, Spencer isnât doing a fantastic job of thinking clearly either. His dick is half-hard already and itâs only getting worse with each little noise you make that you donât seem to realize youâre making.Â
âReally? That would be very messy, baby. Iâm surprised thatâs what you want.â
âBut I really want it,â you breathe. Heâs not even looking as he slips his hand under the waistband of his pajamas and palms himself, his other hand rubbing tiredly over his face as his phone rests on his chest. This was not how he intended for this call to go, believe it or notâbut heâs here now.Â
âYeah? Is that why youâre touching yourself right now?â
You go silentâwhich is more or less exactly the reaction Spencer had been expecting. Patiently he waits for you to deny it, in three, twoâ
ââM not.â
Now, he could explain how he knows thatâs a lie. How your breathing pattern changed, and your voice got softer and airier, and how you started speaking with smaller words in fragmented sentences. But he doesnât feel like explaining any of that.Â
âI know thatâs not true,â he murmurs. âYou know what? It wasnât fair to get you all worked up last night and then leave. I donât want you frustrated, honey. I want you to do whatever you need to do.â
You make a little gasping noise, and Spencer can imagine the way your back would arch when you did it. His own hips buck slightly as his dick twitches under his fingers.Â
âWhere are you touching?â
âUmâover my clothes.â
Cute.Â
âGo under them for me. Tell me how it feels when youâre touching yourself like that.â
It takes a moment, in which all he hears is the rustling of fabric, until youâre whispering, âfeels⊠it feels good. I wish you were here.â
He inhales, freeing his cock and squeezing the base.Â
âI know. Just listen to my voice, pretty. Iâm right here.â
Spencer allows himself a few slow tugs as he imagines whatâs happening in his bed. You make a squeaking noise, like a held-back moan, and his eyes screw shut.Â
âI need them inside,â you whine, and he knows youâre referring to his fingersâthe ones currently stroking his own leaking cock.Â
âYou can use your own, just give yourself a minute first. Remember what I said about needing to be ready?â
âI am readyââ judging by the surprised chirp you interrupt yourself with, youâve proven yourself right. What surprises Spencer is the weak sound of disappointment you make next. âSpence, it doesnât feel the same.â
âWeâre different sizes, honey. Your hands arenât as big as mine. But you can still make it feel good.âÂ
He almost says, 90% of the nerves in the vaginal canal are located in the lower thirdâin other words, within approximately 2.36 inches from the opening, which you can most certainly reachâbut he refrains. Heâs not sure if thatâs good dirty talk.Â
âYou have a really sensitive spot about three inches up, right in front. Itâs going to feel a little different than the rest of you when you touch it. I want you to try and find it for me, okay?â
âOkay,â you breathe, ever-eager to please even from a great distance. Thereâs a quiet moment. âI canâtâI donât think I can râoh,â
The moan is so pretty Spencer canât help speeding up the motion of his hand, hissing slightly as his fingers brush against the angry tip with every pump.Â
âDid you find it?â
âYeah,â you whine, a weak, high-pitched thing. âOh my god.â
âBe gentle,â he warns with some effort as his own hips jump slightly. âYouâre really sensitive there. If youâre not careful youâll make yourself sore.â
âI donât careâholy shitââ the way your voice rises and tightens to a squeak at the end has Spencer moaning as he fucks his fist. A black hole forms and warps time, turning every minute into a second and every second into an infinity until he has no idea how much time is going by. He drags his thumb over the tip, smearing precum over his cock and whining as his jaw drops at the feeling. âOh my god, Spencer,â in that same strained, high voice. ââM gonnaâah!â
He gets the general sentiment.Â
ïżœïżœWhat, baby? Youâre gonna make yourself come all over your fingers? Is that what you wanted to tell me?â
âMhm!â
âYeah, I bet you are. It feels good, huh?â
âYes,â you cry.Â
âSee? You donât need my fingers to feel good. Mine barely fit, you know that? I have to hold your fucking hips down whenever I put my fingers in you because you canât stop squirming. I donât know how you think youâre going to take my cock.â
âSpencer!âÂ
He knows.Â
âCome, baby. Let me hear you.â
The delicate sounds you make as you bring yourself to orgasm tip him over the edge of his ownâgrunting as he comes all over his fist.Â
âJesus,â he strains under his breath, the word dragging out into two long syllables as his hips buck involuntarily and cum drips down his knuckles. Heâs lightheaded and heâs created a mess and it all happened so quickly. âFuck,â he breathes, a rasping chuckle as he reaches for the towel heâd dropped on the bed after his shower earlier. âYou conscious over there?â
âIâm conscious,â you slur, breathing heavily. âIâve never had an orgasm by myself before.â
âAre you proud of yourself?â Spencer smiles, wiping his hand off and making sure heâs otherwise clean. âYou should be. I am.â
Heâs barely kidding.Â
âIâll be proud when I can do it without your help,â you tease.Â
âBut Iâll always want to help you with that.â His already warm face flushes further as he goes over what heâd said. âSorry I was so vulgar.â
You laugh. He blushes even more.Â
âAre you? I think you secretly love being vulgar.â
âI donât know why! I have no idea where it comes from. I would never speak that way in any other context. I should probably work on that. Sometimes I look back on the things I say and Iâm genuinely appalled.â
âWell, donât stop on my account. Personally I enjoy it.â
âYeah, I think Iâm corrupting you. You probably shouldnât enjoy it.â
The truth of it weighs heavy on his mind, but heâs pretty sure his voice alone doesnât betray that and you canât sense it through the phone.Â
âOh, my god. Do not do that falling on your sword shit. I like being corrupted by you. If you stop Iâll be very upset.â
âWell god forbid you get upset,â he teases gently. Idly he wonders if the reason heâs suddenly feeling so depressed is because his cortisol levels were already high from the case, and then he jarred his system with an orgasm, spiking his dopamine and ultimately causing it to plummet without the oxytocin release that post-coital physical contact would usually provide.Â
Or if it was something else. It could also be something else.Â
For the millionth time, he wishes he was with you. Part of him also wants to go to sleep. But mostly he wishes he was with you.Â
â
A comfortable silence settles over the conversation. In the ditch between words, youâre mapping constellations in the texture of Spencerâs ceiling. If you squeeze your eyes almost shut, you can imagine it really is the night sky. You can imagine heâs really here.Â
You think about what he saidâhis apparently mindless vulgarity. Did it mean anything? Or was he just rambling to get you off?
âSpencer?â you murmur.Â
âYeah?â
âCan I ask you a question?â
He sounds earnest, perhaps a little tired, as he replies, âalways,â through the little metal rectangle on your chest. He likes me and my questions are important to him, you repeat to yourself silently as you work up the strength.Â
âIf Penelope hadnât called, last night⊠were you going to have sex with me?âÂ
Your lip tastes like his toothpaste as you chew it. Spencer sucks in a breath of air like heâs about to speakâand lets it fizzle out like foam on a carbonated drink.Â
âI donât know,â he finally admits, lamely. âThat wasnât my plan, but you can be extremely convincing when you want to be.â
âBut why canât it be your plan?â Itâs an almost whine, pouty and childishâbut the next words are quiet and pained. âIs it something Iâm doing wrong?â
âNo, no! Itâs not you. Youâre perfect. Itâsâitâs complicated. Itâs a me thing.â
Such trite wordsâsuch a ubiquitous, simple excuse sounds almost comical from his mouth when you know heâs capable of all the eloquence in the world. Itâs not you, itâs me. Itâs ridiculous.Â
âOkay. Let me simplify this for you,â you begin with an uncharacteristic assertiveness that surprises even you. âI want to have sex with you. Either we are going to have sex or weâre not. So your future branches in two diverging paths. In one, we have sex, and then we keep having sex. In the other we never have sex ever. If you want to ever have the privilege of fucking me, then we just have to do it. Otherwise it simply will never happen. And Iâm not eternally patient, Reid.â
Go me, you think, slightly breathless from your monologue.Â
âWatch your mouth,â he says dryly. Something about the chastisement makes your stomach flip and your whole body tingle. âWhen you talk to me you call me Spencer. I will also accept Doctor Reid.â You wrestle down a smile, refusing to let him change the subject. A delayed sigh from him sobers up the conversation. âYou know what I want. Iâve been very clear with you about that. ButâŠâ
âButâŠ?â
Another sigh. A deeper, shuddering sigh, like his breath is searching for balance. Like Spencer is in a precarious position for which he was unprepared.Â
âButâbut to be completely honest⊠I worry that youâll regret choosing me. And I know virginity is a social construct and Iâm not implying that your worth will somehow be diminished if we have sex but regardless of my views on virginity as a construct, having sex for the first time can be weird and scary and itâs incredibly intimate and I donât want you to regret your first time like I regret mine because you chose the wrong person.â
The words come at you so rapid-fire it takes you a moment to process them. And aside from all the ways you want to reassure him that you will not regret choosing himâthat you could never, ever regret anything about himâone thing stands out.Â
âYou regret your first time?âÂ
Something between a scoff and a sigh travels through the line. You can tell heâs not annoyed at you for asking so much as heâs flustered himself with all his own words as he occasionally does.Â
âYeah. Yes. Sometimes I do. The personâshe didnâtâŠÂ like me as much as I liked her. And I was really, really in love with her, and she knew that and she knew she wasnât in love with meâor maybe she was, I donât knowâbut my point is, when one person likes the other more than the other person like them, things get complicated. And however you feel about meâthatâs fine. Itâs fine. I donât want you to feel bad if we donât feel exactly the same way about each other. I understand that this is newer for you, itâs different, IâI just donât want us to do something we canât undo because I donât want to relive that. And Iâm not saying it will never happen but I just donât want you to make this choice when⊠when right now, I think weâre in different places emotionally. Regardless of that, I want you to choose the right person. I donât want you to choose me and then find out that we feel differently after we sleep together and leave you feeling like you signed up for something you didnât understand. Iâm sorry. Maybe telling you this is selfish. But Iâve been thinking about it and trying to ignore it and I think I just have to be completely honest.â
Your ears ring like Spencer just fired a blank right into the microphone. Like you just got backhanded across the face and now you have the worldâs worst case of whiplash.Â
Every finger is numb and your blood is so cold it feels blue as it slithers thick through your veins.Â
What you want to do is scream. What you want to do is go back to last night and stop yourself from almost telling him I love you, slap yourself and keep your cards a little closer to your chest. Because now he knows, and he doesnât feel the same.Â
You want to scream bloody murder.Â
But when you try, when you unhinge your jaw and part your chapped lips and expect a bellow to come hurdling up the corridor of your throat with so much force it rattles your bones, all that falls out is a small, âoh.â
Maybe thatâs worse.Â
Spencer doesnât reply. You hate yourself for feeling obliged to fill the silence.Â
âI didnât realize youâŠâ
I didnât realize that you donât love me back.Â
I didnât realize I like you more than you like me.Â
I didnât realize youâd tell me to masturbate in your fucking bed and then drop this not even five minutes later.Â
If Spencer Reid was able to talk to you over the phone with the same amount of affection and familiarity as always, like everything was still okay, knowing you love him and he doesnât love you the whole time, he is not who you thought he was.Â
âIâm sorry,â he lamely says again, like it could ever help.Â
More silence. Now you canât bring yourself to speak, so Spencer does.Â
âI realize how awkward this is. I really didnât mean to put you in this position. Especially not over the phone when Iâgod, Iâm stupid. Iâm sorry. But can weâcan we talk about this in person when I get back? Please?â
Is that what grownups do? Is the proper etiquette for him to take you out to dinner and explain why heâs not in love with you? Is he going to break up with you?
What does one even wear to a breakup date?
âOkay,â you whisper. Your eyes sting, your everything stings, like youâve been wrapped in a shroud of briar. Sheets that were soft a moment ago feel like sandpaper on open wounds. You feel like an open wound.Â
Spencer sighs. Itâs a sound of relief that confuses and hurts you even more.Â
âOkay. Iâokay. Thank you. UmâIâll let you go back to sleep, now.â
âOkay,â you repeatâas if any of this were okay. But you canât keep being that stupid girl who feels it all so much harder, who loves easily and begs to be loved in return, too naive to assume that someone who treats her so kindly might not reciprocate her feelings. It has to be okay, because if itâs not, youâre silly and dramatic and youâre just proving him right.Â
âGoodnight,â Spencer whispers, and you canât help but feeling that itâs the last time youâll ever hear those words from his mouth while youâre in his bed. And heâs not even fucking here.
So you pull the blanket a little higher. You let your tears stain his pillow because theyâll be invisible by the morning. It will be like they were never here. Like you were never here.Â
âGoodnight.â
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part five
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cw; where thereâs a problem thereâs always a solution, yours is just getting dicked down by connie (f!reader)
tags; black reader, nsfw, dirty talk, back shots, multiple rounds, overstimulation, slightly messy sex, begging, aftercare (f!reader)
a/n; this was more for me than it was for you ;p
he has you bent over the sofa chair, sundress hiked up over your hips, panties pushed to the side as he fucks you into the couch with purpose. both his hand keeping you still as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back all the way back in, the sound of of his hips snapping into yours filling the room.
âis this what you wanted baby, to be fucked like a slutâ.
he had noticed straight away that something was off when you stepped through the door, the way you acted was off from how you usually would and he can tell the signs from when youâre in a mood.
the first sign was the way how instead of greeting him with a kiss you tried to walk straight past him, second was when you rolled your eyes at him when he asked if something was wrong as well as the snappy tone you used when telling him it was nothing. he bent you over the sofa with no hesitation.
heâs had you cum three times already now both of you bring overstimulated and worn out but he has no plans on stopping until he finds out what wrong. its not often that he has to question you like this but when he does its a long process, the both of you two stubborn to give in.
he doesnât care how many times you cum either way he still gets to watch as your ass slaps back against his pelvis and the way your soaked pussy clenches around him every time he pulls back trying to suck him back in. theres a thick ring of your mixed arousal around his cock and heâs sure that your juices have dripped down from his cock down onto the sofa below you but heâll worry about cleaning that up later.
âall you had to do was tell me what was wrong and we could have worked it out together but you decided to difficult and you know I donât tolerate that shit ma, so you wanna tell me whatâs up. hmm?â.
he doesnât stop fucking you as he speaks but you can hear the little shakes in his voice when his hips connect with yours and the little profanities that slip out. you can tell that itâs affecting him as well as heâs cum just as many times as you but you know that he can last longer than you so you try fein confidence.
he chuckles when you shake your head no keeping to your stubbornness but he knows you wonât be able to last for long, you never do. all you need is a bit of tough love before you break down and give in to him.
âhave it your way princess, we both know youâll give in soonâ
he feels no sympathy for you as he slaps his palm over your ass thatâs heâs sure stings from the way you hiss out in pain, he repeats the motion until he satisfied hearing your cries, not caring whether theyâre from pain or pleasure.
âanything you wanna -shit, say ma, all you gotta do is say two words and this can endâ
he throws his head back in excitement when you turn around to face him letting out a weak and choked âfuck youâ. he knows youâre not far from giving in so he lets you have the last of your struggle fucking you without mercy, the sofa rocking back and forth from the force of his thrusts.
âcâmon baby you know what you gotta do, dontâcha wanna be a good girl for me?â
a small sob leaves your mouth and he knows heâs won especially when he hears you mumbling and he slows his pace so itâs easier for you to speak. he doesnât push you to speak louder but eventually your mumbles become louder and heâs able to make out your little repeated chants of âmâsorryâ and âpleaseâ.
âwhat was that baby, youâre sorry?â
you canât tell heâs mocking you and that heâs smiling as he says it but you nod anyway repeating your apology hoping he accepts it. now that heâs satisfied with your apology he pulls you up against him and turns your head around so that he can kiss you, youâre tongues messily swirling around each other.
âits okay princess I forgive you, how âbout you cum one more time to show me just how sorry you areâ
you know itâs a command and not a question but theres no need for him to even ask because your impending orgasm washes over you with full force. it has your legs trembling, pussy twitching uncontrollably around him, loud moans escaping your glossed lips. which sends him over the edge as he spills his hot load into condom that you donât even remember him putting on, with a low groan of your name.
âall that attitude for what ma?â
when you donât respond he lifts up your limp body to find that your eyes are closed and your breathing steadily. he slowly pulls out of you and places you on the clean sofa walking away briefly before coming back with a warm cloth to wipe you down. striping you down to your underwear he brings you to your room and tucks you under the covers placing a kiss to your forehead. leaving to go clean the sofa.
delighted that he managed to fuck you unconscious he walks around the house with a smile on his face for the rest of the day. when you do eventually wake up a couple minutes later you tell him the reason for you behaviour was only because of a dare you were given and he just shakes his head already used to your antics.
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Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.
Thank you very muchly.
Ooooooohh youâre giving me IDEAS (tbh Iâd be the same boat)
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âšOpening Upâš
Lucifer x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer
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You sat upright on Luciferâs king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.
Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.
"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."
"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."
Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."
"O-Ok," you stuttered.
"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.
You shook your head. "No."
"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"
You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.
"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.
Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.
"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldnât help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. âLike what you see?â Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.
"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.
Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."
"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.
âHey, hey, hey, shhhhh,â he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. âItâs okay, angel, itâs ok. I upset you and Iâm sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.â He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. âThank you, Lucifer,â you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. âYou werenât the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.â
Lucifer turned his head to you, âReally? Then why-?â
âBecause Iâm afraid,â you quickly responded. âIâm afraid that Iâm not good enough for you. That I never will be. Youâre the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And IâmâŠIâm just me.â You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have-â
âDarling?,â Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. â âJust youâ is perfect. You donât need to be anything but yourself! I understand what youâre feeling, and itâs okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.â
You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.
âWait, wait, what are you-â Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.
It was at that moment you noticed you couldnât see Luciferâs face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.
âLucifer?â you called to him.
âY-You didnât have to do that, love,â he stuttered. âI never wanted you to feel that you had to-â
âPlease look at me, Luci,â you pleaded. âI love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.â
You saw Luciferâs hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. âAre you sure?â he asked softly.
You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Luciferâs eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.
âYouâŠare breathtaking,â he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasnât looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.
âMay I?,â Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldnât find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.
All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.
âUhh, Lucifer, a-are youâŠâ, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. âI can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhhâŠâ, you didnât know why you couldnât say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.
âOhâŠOH,â Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. âOh my gosh, I-Iâm so sorry! I didnât realize you could uhh, feel thatâŠplease forgive me!â
Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.
"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"
Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."
âWell,â you breathed, âI guess itâs only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?â Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red youâve never seen before.
âFfffuck,â was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adamâs apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.
âLike what you see?,â you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. âYouâre not the only one thatâs worked up here. Now weâre even.â
âMy love, pleaseâŠâ Lucifer whined, âplease let me taste you.â
"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.
"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.
"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. âFuckfuckfuck, mmmmâŠgonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!â Luciferâs tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didnât stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.
âYou alright, darling?,â he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasnât the cause of what you had just experienced.
âY-yeah, IâmâŠIâm fine,â you breathed. âJustâŠJesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!â
Lucifer laughed. âIâm sorry, love, I couldnât help myself.â
You rolled your eyes at him playfully. âOh, Iâm sure you couldnât. Now, letâs get these off you, hmm?,â you said tugging at his pants.
Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.
âAllow me,â you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that youâve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.
âLoveâŠf-fuck,â Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, âif you donât s-stop now, I-Iâm gonna cum. I wannaâŠwanna feel you. P-PleaseâŠâ
Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.
âI promise,â he whispered against your lips, ânext time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.â Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. âAre you ready, my angel?,â he asked softly.
You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.
âYou feelâŠamazing, darling, fuckâŠâ Lucifer choked out. âAre you okay?â
âYes,â you murmured, âI-Iâm okay. You can move.â
âAnything for you,â he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didnât take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.
âLu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-Iâm so close,â you pleaded. âPlease donât stop, p-please donât.â
âCum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.â Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.
âCuminmeâŠFUCKCUMINME,â you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.
Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Luciferâs hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.
âAre you alright?,â he asked. âDid I hurt you at all?â
âNo, you didnât hurt me,â you smiled. âThat feltâŠreally good. Thank you, for everything.â
Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. âNo, thank you, love.â
You chuckled returning the kiss. âWouldâŠyou mind if I held you, Luci?â
Luciferâs eyes widened, but he smiled wide. âOf course not, Iâd love nothing more.â
Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didnât move until the morning.
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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo
AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, ITâS WHAT HE WOULD WANT
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Hihi! Just wanted to say I absolutely LOVE your works esp the kurapika ones
Soo basically they take the reader out shopping specifically for undergarments and someone just so happens to walk in while theyâre changing? Maybe w the phantom troupe + kurapika?
Panties and such(NSFW)
!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!
A/N: Iâm going to assume you mean that the character walks in on reader, but if you meant a random person, sorry đđ also Iâm only doing a two from the phantom troupe, doing all of them is just too much. Iâll do a part two if enough people want it, though! đ«Ą REQUESTS OPEN! JOIN MY SERVER
characters: Kurapika, Chrollo, Feitan
warnings: creampie, reader wears lingerie, semi-public sex in Kurapikaâs
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Kurapika
-you brought up the fact you wanted new panties, and he nodded along before processing what you said.
-âd-did you say⊠panties? As in⊠underwear?â
-a little flustered, but he insists on taking you, and paying for whatever you want.
-he brings you to a lingerie store, pouting when everyone assumes heâs a woman. that does work in his favor tho
-he keeps bringing you different sets of lingerie to try on, and heâs starting to get horny imagining you in each pair.
-eventually he pushes himself inside the dressing room, eyes going wide and cock hardening in his pants when he sees you pulling up a pair of lacy panties.
-he pushes them to the side, slipping his cock into you and pushing you up against the wall. âs-so pretty, angelâŠâ
-you leave the store with several new sets of lingerie⊠some of them a bit⊠stickyâŠ
Chrollo
-heâs the one that suggested it.
-âmy love, it seems you donât have much lingerie. You know how Iâd just love to see you covered in lace, donât you?â
-he takes you to the most well known, expensive lingerie store in the area.
-heâs a bit picky, and takes forever choosing what options for you to try on. He settled on mostly black lingerie, with a few pink and red sets⊠and one white one, with little angel wings on the top.
-Chrollo helps you into each set, his fingers gently tracing your figure. âJust gorgeous⊠oh my love, you look like an angel sent from above.â
-heâs quick to purchase every set you try on, and soon as you get home heâs on top of you, his teeth nipping at your jaw as his cock sinks into you.
-âthatâs my pretty girl, so good for meâŠâ
-he takes you out for dinner later that night, insisting you wear the lingerie he fucked you in. You spend the entire dinner feeling his cum oozing out of you, embarrassed as he stares at you with utter love and adoration.
Feitan
-âBras? Donât care about that. Steal it if want it.â
-thatâs usually how it went when you asked Feitan to go shopping with you for anything. Either heâd say he didnât care, or heâd offer to just steal it for you.
-so thatâs how you ended up following him to the lingerie store in the middle of the night. He easily broke in, guiding you by the hand through the dark store until the two of you reached the lingerie.
-âokay. Pick your favorite.â
-you huffed at him, looking through the selection. âIâve gotta try it on firstâŠâ
-you stripped, and this got Feitan excited enough⊠but he started stroking himself when you pulled on a pair of lacy panties.
-he continued to jerk off to you, until you caught him in the mirror.
-âF-Fei!â
-you blushed, but felt strangely flattered⊠âIâll take care of itâŠâ
-you sat in front of him, leaning down to take his cock in your mouth. âF-fuckâŠâ
-seeing your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, your ass perched in the air was enough to have him cumming in no time.
-he helped carry home as many sets of lingerie as you wanted⊠maybe he liked seeing you like that more than he thought.
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Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga
Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighborâs apartment and itâs a problem.Â
Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.
Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader
a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe
It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.
While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days.Â
It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.
To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.
When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasnât that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your petâs name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder.Â
âAre you looking for a small black Bombay cat?â It was the same guy who just walked past you.
âOh my god, I am! Have you seen him???â You said, your voice was a little bit shaky.Â
âHeâs in my place, Iâm on the seventh.âÂ
âOh, me too!â
âI know.â
âOh.â You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didnât further question him on it. âIâm so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?â
âSure, I was just gonna go up as well.â
When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didnât hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while.Â
When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock.Â
âYou live next to me?!âÂ
âYeah.â He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."
You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back.Â
âYou can sit down for a sec, Iâll go get him.âÂ
âOh, right⊠yeah. Thank you.â You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch.Â
A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap.Â
âCookie!â You called, almost teary.Â
âI think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.â
âThank you so much, I owe you⊠uhâŠâ
âYoongi.âÂ
âThank you, Yoongi.â You repeated and introduced yourself in return. âIâm Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.â You said as you stood up, already making your way out.Â
âAlso, thank you for not reporting itâŠâ
âNo problem.â Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker.Â
You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were.Â
Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature.Â
âYou little rascal⊠youâre lucky I love you.âÂ
You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen.Â
The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work.Â
It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.
You knocked on the door and didnât get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.
âSo sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?âÂ
âHeâs right there on the couch.â He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didnât care.Â
You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. âCookie, you need to stop thisâŠâ You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything.Â
âHe jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?âÂ
âBut I made sure to close it this morningâŠâ You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat.Â
âI think he knows how to turn door knobs, since heâs quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.âÂ
âI canât believe this little demonâŠâ You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat.Â
âHeâs⊠alright.âÂ
You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!).Â
âYou also have a cat?â
His eyes followed yours. âOh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.âÂ
âThatâs⊠thatâs very nice of you.â You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely.Â
âYou can have the rest of the milk if you want, since youâve figured out how he escaped and allâŠâÂ
âItâs okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you againâŠâ You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. âI mean⊠Iâm sorry, Iâll make sure heâll never escape again.âÂ
âItâs alright, Iâll keep the milk for now.â He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. âJust in case.â
You looked at your neighbor and couldnât help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat.Â
âThank you so much, Yoongi. Iâll be taking this little guy here then...â You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms.Â
âI got some dim sumâŠâÂ
You looked at the guy questioningly.Â
âDo you maybe want some?âÂ
âThatâd be too much, itâs okay, you go ahead and eat.â You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done.Â
âHave you eaten?âÂ
âY-yeah?â You asked, afraid you heard it wrong.Â
âHave you eaten?â He repeated. âIf not, then I insist you take some.â
âIâŠâ You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. âI actually havenât. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that youâre being this nice to me.â
âYou can just eat them here.âÂ
âI donât wanna disturbââ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling.Â
âYouâre not disturbing me.â He cleared his throat and looked away.Â
That was embarrassing.Â
And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighborâs dining table, eating dim sums.Â
In silence.Â
This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the catâs head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.
âSo⊠how long have you lived here?â You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward.Â
âAround ten months or so.â He paused. âNo, I think itâs been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.â
âReally? What were you doing overseas?â You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didnât want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him.Â
But much to your surprise, he answered. âIâm a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.âÂ
âWow, that sounds amazing!â You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. âWho was the artist?â
âUh⊠Halsey.â He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.
âOh my god???â You gasped. âThatâs incredible! So youâre like crazy talented?!â
âIâm alrightâŠâÂ
âYou should show me some of your work someday!â You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. âI mean compared to what I do thatâs like really amazing.â You chuckled nervously.Â
âIâm sure youâre great at what you do.â He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips.Â
You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face.Â
âIâm just a normal product designer at a very normal company.â You shrugged.Â
âDonât downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.âÂ
âThanksâŠâ You replied shyly.Â
After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for.Â
You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.
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Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood.Â
This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighborâs door hoping he was home.Â
And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasnât in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.
âBefore you ask, no, Cookieâs right here.â You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. âIâm just here to drop by some chicken I got for you⊠as a thanks for your help these past few days.â You handed the plastic of food to him. âAlright, thatâs allâŠâ
He took the food from you hesitantly. âYou donât wanna come in?âÂ
âArenât you going out or something?â
âI was⊠but you are here.â He said, sounding unsure.Â
âThatâs ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?â
âI was gonna go to your placeâŠâÂ
Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast.Â
âBut youâre all dressed upâŠâ
âI was gonna change back.â He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. âI knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseokââ
You stopped his rambling. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearbyâŠâ
âOh.â You widened your eyes.
âYeah.â He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance.Â
âThis is awkward.â You chuckled.Â
âWhatever, just⊠just come in first.â
You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm.Â
After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands.Â
âWeâre drinking?â You said with an amused grin.Â
âYou can drink, right?âÂ
âSure, but can you?â You playfully eyed him.Â
âDonât challenge me.âÂ
You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks.Â
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You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didnât complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either.Â
It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongiâs hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.
âWhy didnât you change your clothes?â You randomly asked.Â
âDo I look bad?â He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap.Â
"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.
He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.
âYou look⊠handsome.â
âYou think I look handsome?â He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.
You nodded and bit your lips. âAnd you kinda look like Cookie.â You giggled.Â
He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer.Â
âYour eyesâŠâ You began to ramble. âThey look just like Cookieâs, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression⊠you look like a cute cat.âÂ
âReallyâŠâ Yoongi hummed.Â
âYup!â You giggled like an idiot.Â
You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling.Â
âYour hair look so soft⊠like a catâs fur.â You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared heâd get uncomfortable.Â
Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr.Â
âPretty.â You said with a drunk smile.Â
âHmm. Pretty.â He mirrored.Â
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi chuckled. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
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To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldnât think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.
So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heavenâs sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME???Â
You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldnât just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didnât feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.
When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well.Â
âYouâre up?â He asked with a raspy voice.Â
âYeah.â You said, still back-facing him. âWe didnât⊠you knowâŠâ
âNo, we didnât.â
âOh, okay good.â
Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer.Â
âIâm sorry, this isnât probably how youâd wanna spend your weekend.â You chuckled.Â
Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. âIs this okay?â He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch.Â
You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence.Â
âThis is nice.â He said, resting his forehead on your back.Â
When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good.Â
âYou know, I havenât had good sleep in⊠weeks.â
You were surprised by his sudden confession.
âItâs half past eleven now, and itâs not even ten minutes after I woke upâŠâ He tittered. âMy anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.â
You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongiâs mouth and it made your heart flutter.Â
âI havenât been caring. Iâve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature⊠I donât know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.â
âYoongiâŠâ You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."
"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I donât know why...â He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âYet, at least.â
âI⊠like this too. A lot actually.â You said shyly.Â
âI would like to get to know you more if youâd like.â He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.
âIâd love that...âÂ
Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.
"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"
âOkay, but promise me first you wonât apologize again after kissing me.â He chuckled.Â
âEXCUSE ME WHAT???â
âÂ
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi laughed. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
âI can be crazier if you open that whiskey.â You wiggled your eyebrows.
Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you.Â
Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.
In your head it just made sense. It was his lipsâ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.
None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât meanâŠâ You pushed him gently. âOh my god, youâre so gonna hate me!!!â
âHey, calm downâŠâÂ
You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. âPlease donât hate me, I just wanted to kiss youâŠâ You cried.Â
âOkay, I think thatâs enough drinkingââ
And you puked.Â
Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But thatâs a secret between him and little Cookie.Â
Thank you for reading! đ
part 2 is here!
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Hey, just in case people who already have been having a bad time with this meme are retriggered by Francesca Scorcese's TikTok â Goncharov is fake. It doesn't exist. [Edited for further clarity] That is really Martin Scorsese's daughter, that's her real TikTok account, and presumably that is really her father in the chat screenshot she posted. Francesca saw the piece in the NY Times talking about how Tumblr made up a fake movie, sent her Dad the link and asked "Did you see this?" Martin joked back "yes I made that movie years ago." That's all it was, Martin Scorsese himself playing along with our silliness.
PLEASE reblog this and DO NOT TAG IT UNREALITY. "Unreality" is for posts that are keeping up the bit, but info posts, reality-affirming posts and ones talking about the meme as a meme are solidly real. We really haven't been doing a good enough job tagging this properly and protecting neurodivergent people from being gaslit and traumatized. I've seen way too many people saying they nearly had a breakdown because of being lied to. We never meant to hurt you, and I'm so sorry people were jackasses when you wanted to know the truth.
Edit: I love everybody reblogging this, but a handful of idiots have been clowning on this post so here's an explainer about how site-wide disinformation can trigger psychosis. Please go in the replies and notes, they have a lot of interesting insights, by everyone from non-psychotic autistic people with gaslighting trauma to DID systems. You can go through the notes on this post as well.
There's absolutely no reason to be ashamed of loving and enjoying this meme, or to feel bad about not tagging things properly when you didn't know how. And PLEASE don't harass, dogpile or shame people for failing to tag properly or choosing not to. You're just giving people anxiety and policing them. Do what you can how you can, be kind, and don't tell other people their business. That is more than enough.â€ïž
#PLEASE BOOST#goncharov#goncharov 1973#goncharov (1973)#martin scorsese#disinformation#gaslighting#ableism#disability#psychosis
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Twisted Zoo Ending Two: Our Angelfish
NOTE FOR MAINLY QUOTEV: Please stop asking for updates. Itâs incredibly stressful and considered rude by most authors. I understand and honored that youâre excited to read my story, but please stop saying âUpdate?â and things like that. I donât know when the next update will be, probably within a month.
This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .
I am no longer doing tags. Tumblr hates me and Iâd rather not waste my time when there are so many! You can keep up to date on Twisted Zoo on Tumblr, Quotev, Wattpad, or AO3.
WARNINGS: yandere themes
Note: For Tumblr, the mature version of the endings (the afterendings) will begin sometime after I finish all the normal endings.
Note 2: I think theyâll all be short. Sorry. Also not even trying to go in order at this point.
When you stepped through the employeeâs entrance to the aquarium, you could tell something was wrong right away. The water had steam rising from it and the room felt uncomfortably warm, reminding you slightly of the savannah.
Azul surfaced in the middle of the tank, his chin just above the hot sea water, and Floyd and Jade surfaced near the edge.
You walked closer and dropped to your knees at the platformâs edge, sticking your fingers into the water. Yes, it was definitely very warm.
âIs there something wrong with the tank?â you wondered aloud.
âNo, angelfish, everything is perfect,â Azul said smoothly.
Immediately, clawed hands grabbed each of your arms, so tightly you were sure theyâd leave marks, and pulled. You fell headfirst into the water and swallowed a lungfull of sea water before you could react properly. The salt stung your eyes and your lungs already ached for air since you hadnât had time to hold your breath.
Your arms were released for a moment and you surfaced, gasping for precious air, then choking as Azul poured something into your gaping mouth. You stared at the octopus and he grinned at you unashamedly.
âWhat was that? What did you make me drink?â you asked, trying not to panic. Surely it was just something to help you breathe again or something? Right? Azul wouldnât do anything to harm you, would he?
You started to swim back to the platform, but Floyd and Jade grabbed your arms again and dragged you further from the edge. âLet go! Now!â you demanded, but they merely chuckled at your plight.
âLet go of me!â you shouted, hysteria starting to rise. Your legs were starting to feel strange, tingling painfully, and you couldnât move them any longer, held up only by the two eels.
âNo, Shrimpy,â Floyd replied, giggling.
You looked to Jade for help.
âItâs time for you to join the family,â Jade replied simply.
You jolted as one of Azulâs tentacles wrapped around your legs, squeezing them together tightly, âWeâve been patient, angelfish, but itâs time now. This is where you belong.â
âForever!â Floyd added with a loud giggle.
Pain shot through your legs and your skin began to prickle like a thousand needles had been stuck into them. The agony- it felt like your bones were shifting and reshaping themselves!
âRelax, little researcher,â Jade whispered, his warm breath on your ear making you shiver despite the warmth of the water, âItâll be over soon.â
âEmbrace it,â Azul encouraged, âWeâll take such good care of you.â
âEmbrace⊠what?â you asked amidst the pain. Then you looked down at your legs, to see what was causing you so much agony.Â
You stopped breathing altogether.
In place of your two legs was a beautiful white tail, much like how you would picture a mermaidâs, but with a silvery, translucent fin at the end of the smooth white scales.Â
Beautiful, yes, but wholly unwanted.
You began to scream. At first, it was a wordless, terrified scream, but it turned to calls of help. âMr. Crowley! Zookeepers! Anyone! HELP! PLEASE!â
You fell silent, trying to hold your breath, as the eel halflings dragged you under the surface. At last, when you could no longer hold your breath, inhaled underwater. You were even more horrified to realize you could breathe through the water with ease now.Â
The eels dragged you into a huge sand castle they had built themselves, Azul following. You curled up and began to cry. Who would help you now? Who could help you?Â
Somewhere above the surface, watching through the cameras, Mr. Crowley smiled.
He couldnât wait to advertise his aquariumâs newest and most precious addition: the angelfish halfling that would never leave, as long as Jade, Floyd, and Azul were alive.
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HIS MONT BLANK hoshina soshiro x f! reader. bite kink
â requested by: @omeowie - hello, I love your Hoshina x Reader fanfics a lot đ I love your writing style, how you build readerâs characteristics and situations so can I request a Hoshina Soshiro x Reader fic for the mini event. NSFW please đ„č With bite kink and dirty talk if youâre comfortable with it. I would love to see a possessive or yandere Hoshina. But honestly, I would enjoy any Hoshina x Reader work from you. I wish you all the best and I will waiting for every of your fic. Thank you so much. đđ âtw: mdni. explicit smut. bite kink. some dirty talking here and there. nipple play and raw vag sex in a tent. Kafka x Mina mentioned, sorry not sorry, I just want those two to fuck already. âwc: 2.1K // event masterlist // tagging some of you cause I know you want this man: @aries-m0rningstar @shaderynshidou @stargirlstabber @loyard176
You are probably wondering why squad 3 ended up on a camping trip to the Shiraiwa Falls, a scenic nature location one hour from the Tachikawa base. I have no idea, but what I do know is what happened that not very warm summer night...
Everybody seems to be in good spirit; Kaiju arenât at all a problem during this night. The JAKDF vans rest at the very end of the road next to the Ooba Camp Village, and the tents have been properly set up. A very taken care of a bonfire also have been set, yet everybody is happy Ichikawa have brought with him many blankets for extra warmth. The humid nature of the place, and the âTsuyuâ or rain season made the nights of Hinode a little colder than the rest of the day.
Some of the guys, who -as always- have exceeded themselves during the day by climbing and acting like little animals playing here and there in the nature, are already showing signs of being tired. And even others are already dragging their bodies to the tents.
âYou look coldâ Hoshina fukutaicho says, as he comes closer to you. âA little bitâŠâ you answer back, a little nervous. For some reason you canât conceive the idea of a laid-back interaction with him when the rest of the squadâs around. âCome a little closer, I wonât bite youâŠâ he whispers, smiling sweetly.
-oh, Soshiro Hoshina, you shouldnât lie-
He covers you with the same blanket he is wearing, a proximity that some may or may not see a little bit too much for comrades. A proximity even to you seems too much.
However, nobody is really paying much attention; what everybody seems to be watching at is Kafka and Mina having a very private chat a few meters from the rest. Everybody knows, by any means, that such interaction should not be interrupted. Especially, when you discover Ashiro Taichou is capable of laughing being so close to Kafka.
âmhhhâŠâ Soshiro hums, with a naughty smile. âdonât- bother themâ Kikoru immediately intervenes. âIndeed, Shinomiya-chan ~â he sings; and with his usual two fingers up in the air he commands that it is time for everybody to go to sleep.
You beam, sweetly. Everybody knows, and at the same time they donât. It doesnât matter where that conversation will lead them, but everybody wants Mina and Kafka to laugh and enjoy their night.
âWhich tent are you sleeping in?â Soshiro asks, once you stand up to follow everybody else to the tents.
âI was paired with Captain Mina, so that oneâ you answer, confused as why he is actually asking that.
âGood, then you are sleeping in mine. I paired myself with Kafka but given the fact that they might want a free tent -and if they donât I will make them use one- this must be doneâ Soshiro decrees.
You might wanted to differ, but can you say no to him?
Soon, and after the rest couldnât notice, you are finally inside the vice-captain tent. You find yourself sitting right on what it could have been Kafkaâs sleeping bag, covered still with the blanket Soshiro shared with you. The scent of his manly perfume invades your nose, brain and mind. And your eyes, get full of the image of him taking his jacket off.
Soshiro wearing shorts is a whole new look you arenât used to; but the compression shirt always stays on. He knows how good it looks on him, and he will explode such tempting imagery to his own benefit.
âLooking something  delicious, (Name)-san?â he asks, playful and naughty. âYou ~â you murmur, covering your mouth with the blanket.
Soshiro crawls towards you; the tent isnât big, so there isnât room for much. His skilful hands pull from your blanket; he wants to see your body, too.
âYou might have to excuse me, but you are the delicious one here my sweet little whoreâ he whispers, kneeled just in front of you ready to attack your lips.
Before you could say something, he turns off the little lamp. Soshiro is well aware of how shadows can casts on a tent specially if its dark enough on the outside.
A subtle light that comes from the silver moon, filters through the fabric of the Izumo tecs tent. Itâs enough; you donât really need the light to see each otherâs bodies. Hands all over can travel through the mounts and valleys of your anatomies; lips all over too. Teeth can carve flesh, and tongue taste the taste of lust and needs.
âYou smell so sweet, (Name). Did you use this perfume to make me fuck you, my dolce little whore? You want me to bite all over your tits?â he murmurs, inhaling the scent from the small of your neck. Those words hit you hard, your core gets more wet than before.
As if you were a honeyed Mont Blanc, Soshiroâs mouth begins to water. His hand land on your mandible, grabbing your chin with his palm, letting his thumb dive into your mouth and using enough force to move your head to the side.
With your neck exposed, now, he is able to take of bite of your dessert skin. The prominence of his fangs have always been a problem, or maybe just a blessing. Sharp, honed. Enough pressure can tear, rend the flesh. Just as his blades, so precise and deadlyâŠ
âDid I say I wouldnât bite you? I will, actuallyâ he smirks. You canât see, but you can feel his lips curling up like a devil ready to be as mischievous as he pleases.
Because you allow it. Because you want it to. Because he says so, too.
The first bite came soft, the second one a little harder. The thumb inside your mouth, dampened in saliva, travels from the commissure of your lips towards your neck and chest.
There, where the zipper of your sports shirt is, his fingers reach. Soshiro lowers it, allowing your breasts to pop just like he likes it. Pointy nose buries just in the valley of your collarbones, going down, inhaling more and more of your sweet perfume.
âUgh⊠I canât stop myself. I just want to leave bruises all over this beautiful needy skin of yoursâ he grunts, getting his fangs ready to bite yet again. This time, with your hips already straddled on his lap. His hardness pushing strong against your core, so much that even the sport shorts feel tight on him.
Every bite makes you flinch; you react with little spasms. He never bites in order, if there is even an order to devour someone. Almost like a cannibal, he keeps bruising your delicate skin, with a painful and yet so delicious sensation. Soshiro could spend the rest of the night just like this, and you will be thankful even if he dared to drew blood out of you.
Down, down to your nipples he goes. Soshiro immediately covers your mouth with his palm, because he knows those little sweet whimpers must only be heard by him, and him only.
Nibbling on your right one, you shudder. Harder, Hoshina fukutaicho.
The tip of his left fang seems to pierce your extra sensitive tissue, enough to trigger a desperate need for your core to graze against his erection.
âMy needy little Mont Blanc, come on move on top of my dick, pleasure yourself go aheadâ he scoffs. Soshiro encourages you to move on top of him, to hump on him, with his palm squeezing your ass cheeks and pushing you towards him.
Your hands land on his shoulders; oh, the strong, well-trained shoulders of a blade specialist. Your nails, that imitate his teeth, carve marks into the very beginning of his shoulder blades as the biting on your breasts turn more and more violent.
And Soshiro wants more. You definitely want it too. Thus, slowly, but surely your back finally hits the not so comfy surface of the sleeping bag.
His hands land on each side of your head, pinned in missionary position by your hungry superior and lover. A trail of saliva on the commissure of his mouth shines with the weak moonlight passing through the zipper of the tent. The same goes for your upper body; you are trembling, feeling as the wet spots where his teeth have been get colder with a soft breeze.
Your shaky hands reach for the lower hem of his shirt; as much as you may love that compression piece of clothing, you love his pale skin the most.
âTake it offâŠâ you murmur, perhaps pleading for mercy because you are sure this is just the start of this manâs sharp torture.
He smiles, devilishly; the fangs that sometimes are too cute to handle, now show how dangerous they could really be.
Soshiro takes off his shirt, then, looking like the star of a men strip club. Or maybe it is just that his tiny waist seems to be deadly dancing every time he moves.
You swallow, snaking your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to you. He gasps, Soshiro is very used to lead the way, not the other way around. However, he is absolutely lost in need to think much further.
Your eyes interlock; fixed into each other, hungry, desperate. Maybe in another time there will be more time for more foreplay, but not tonight.
You didnât even notice when it happened, but your pants were off as fast as he can subjugate a Kaiju. His, pulled down by your toe hooked into the hem of his shorts, tangle around his strong hips.
âItâs gonna be raw, babeâ he lets you know, half panting, half serious. âI knowâ you confess, you donât want it any other way despite the risks.
Soshiro takes a big gasp of air, you are being the death of him. First, your sweet perfume, then your sweet taste and now your desperation for his sex. He then proceeds to lift your left leg up to his waist; he wants to go deeper the mere moment he is inside of you.
âSpread it like thisâ he murmurs, biting your knee from the side. Soshi positions himself a little to the side, in a delicious way to enter, pumping his throbbing shaft just a little to coat it entirely with the sprouting precum oozing from his tip.
You, on the other side, swear that the poor sleeping bag is already wet from your honeys. And you are not wrong, but things are about to get even more damp.
Slowly, because he can be fast and deadly, but also painfully unrushed, the tip barely lets your folds to engulf it. Your toes curl, it feels like rapture, like total ecstasy. Warmth against warmth, sliding so easily inside, stretching walls just perfectly slow.
The broad shoulders of Soshiro seem to become larger, his frame bigger. You can only imagine the look from his back, with every muscle moving, every defined line leading to the small of his back.
His abs arenât the exception, either. The way his perfectly sculped stomach moves to the rhythm of his still superficial short thrusts might be enough to make you come. What a beautiful blade warrior he is.
âMoreâŠâ âMore? Arenât you a little desperate bitch of mine?â
Soshiro goes deeper. Deeper than before. His hand lands on your mouth again, your moan stopped, your heart about to jump from your chest.
The rhythm increases. His hips go in and out faster with every impaling motion, and his teeth grip from the bridge of your foot. Even there, he is willing to leave his marks. Even from there, he wanna taste.
And yet, even on the verge of climax, it is not enough for him. Not deep enough⊠Your shin ends up on his shoulder, a position you werenât exactly sure your body was capable to be put on.
He lets his body weight fall on top of you, and you can feel how his hardness might be drilling a hole into your insides. This time it is his mouth the one to mutter your orgasmic whines, inhaling the way you barely pronounce a <fuck> mixed with his name.
And now, he goes full throttle. Ah, Soshiro Hoshina, Vice-captain, fast and precise, deadly and wild⊠Slaps that some might have chosen to ignore during the night, were created with feverish skin against skin. Moans and grunts were engulfed by needy drooling mouths. Climaxes were reached, on and on and onâŠ
Next morning, campingâs womenâs bathroom house.
â(Name) what are those marks on your skin?â âUh⊠mosquito bitesâŠâ âOh, Captain Ashiro also has them all over her skin! You two forgot to use bug spray last night?!â âHow about we stop asking so many questionsâŠâ
âŠ.
Next morning, campingâs menâs bathroom house.
âSeems mosquitoes were pretty annoying last night⊠right, Hoshina fukutaichou? Hibino Kafka?â âbwahahaha, they call you bug Hibino Kafka!â đ âThey are laughing at you too, fukutaicho!!â  -.-
#kaiju no 8#kaiju no. 8#kaiju no 8 x reader#kaiju no. 8 fluff#kaiju no. 8 smut#soshiro hoshina#soshiro hoshina x reader#hoshina soushirou#hoshina soshirou x reader#mina ashiro#kafka hibino
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