#how the fuck do i tag this one. okay hold on

[hurlingdown]

                     DRESS . . . TO IMPRESS ?

synopsis. in celebration of the most wonderful time of the year, the one piece men have prepared extra special gifts for you. zoro, law, luffy, ace.

tags. dom! reader, implied top! reader. christmas fluff, crossdressing, big muscly men in skimpy skirts, law in a nurse outfit, lingerie, heavy petting, dirty talk, kissing, horribly written crack (i inserted my humour into this), mentions of sex, fingering, cock-warming, rimming etc, don’t read this seriously, it gets progressively worse, spending the holiday season with them <3

a/n. this is my christmas gift to the one piece fandom. enjoy lol.

“merry christmas,” zoro grunted, and you felt a little dizzy from the overwhelming endorphin rush that went straight to your head and somewhere else. 

because this… this was something you would have never anticipated for a christmas gift. this was zoro you were talking about. the epitome of stoicism. had he been just… pretending all along? you would’ve expected something like an earring, maybe, to match his three. a love letter was simply out of the question… though a bouquet of poinsettias wouldn’t be over the top, if he had consulted nami in the first place. but this? this was just… breath-stealing. 

you watched as your lover rolled onto his stomach in his scanty outfit to show off the crystal pink plug that he had stuffed into his puffy rim, shooting you a coy glance over his shoulder. “well?” he hummed. “do you like it, babe?” 

“yeah,” you breathed out. “i love it. you look gorgeous. i think… i think i just fell in love with you all over again.”

he coughed, a blush rising to his cheeks, and yeah, this was something you were more familiar with—not the balmy heat shrouding your face, the dry crawl of your throat whenever you so simply looked at him, the hint of sweat building at your temples at the thought of doing nasty, sinful things to him. 

was he even real? were you dreaming? you better not be, because this was a meal you were going to spend your good time ravishing. 

“well, merry christmas to you, too,” you murmured lowly, climbing onto the bed after him, and he bit his lip with a shiver, raising his hips slightly to present you your christmas gift. you wasted no time in laying your hands on him, squeezing at the skin-tight fabric over his luscious thighs, giving his cushiony ass a small slap before smoothing over the warm ache. 

“gonna eat you out until you’re wet and sore, baby,” you told him, “and then i’m going to finger you while we binge watch shitty christmas movies together on the couch.” you licked your lips, pretending to think about what you were going to say next. “actually... might as well have you cockwarm me while we’re at it. and once we’re done with that, i’m gonna put it in your slutty hole and fuck you ‘til you start crying, okay?” 

“and after that too,” zoro mumbled, shifting onto his back and pulling you down for a soft, wet kiss that sent butterflies roaring in your stomach. 

TRAFALGAR LAW

“traf, sweetheart, have you seen my—oh.” 

“get. out.” 

“what are you wearing…?” 

“are you deaf? i said get out!” 

“hold on, okay? it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before! just… is that a nurse uniform?”

but this was different from being naked. this was far more embarrassing. law looked at you with narrowed eyes, tone sharp with accusation that bordered on hurt. “what? you don’t like it?” he nervously bit his lip, pulling down his skirt and squeezing his legs together as though it would hide the very obviously aroused state of his crotch. 

“i do! how could i not? you haven’t even let me say anything yet!” you swallowed, feeling saliva seep into your mouth at the erotic sight before you. “you look so fucking hot, you have no idea. i love it, traf. i love it so much—” 

“okay, okay, i get it.” he huffed with feigned irritation, a small breath of relief escaping him as he shyly glanced at the floor, hands still clutching at the fabric of his dress. “m-merry christmas.” 

you took a few tentative steps forward until you stopped in front of him, and he frowned and turned away, heat rising to his cheeks. “don’t look at me like that. it wasn’t my idea, just so you know…” he swallowed when you put your hands on his bony hips and squeezed, subtly exploring the rest of his outfit with your eyes, and he sighed, relaxing a little. “hey, say something…” 

“sorry,” you chuckled, meeting his gaze again. “you’re just… beautiful. i love you. i love the fit. it looks so good on you… thank you for the christmas gift, love.” 

“and where’s mine?” he said, attempting to distract you from the deep flush on his cheeks. he slung his arms loosely around your neck, giving you an almost pouty look, to which your heart clenched at. “... don’t tell me you didn’t bring me one.” 

“oh, but i did.”

. . . you swore you tried so hard. but you could feel it creeping up on you, like a silhouette, surreptitiously tugging at the corners of your lips. fuck it. you just couldn’t hold back your smirk. you thought you were just absolutely brilliant, coming up with this idea of a gift. you knew he would love it. you just knew. 

“eyes on me, baby.”

maintaining sensual eye contact with him, you gently laced your fingers with his, pressing each of his knuckles to your lips in tender kisses. then, with a gentle smile, you guided his hand down, slowly, slowly, until it was fully pressed against the front of your trousers, right where the zipper was. you nudged your hips towards the cup of his palm, faking a moan.

“there’s your gift,” you murmured seductively, and watched giddily as his golden eyes widened in shock and arousal before a sharp, splitting pain on the side of your face knocked you out. 

“pervert!”

you laughed victoriously as you went down. like he wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black with that cute little outfit of his.

MONKEY D. LUFFY

“merry christmas!” you heard a deafening guffaw before something crash-tackled you from behind, and you fell onto the floor in a heap of rubbery limbs. 

“luffy!” you choked out a laugh as your lover wrapped himself around your ribs, still unwilling to let go. “baby, i can’t breathe.” 

“oh. sorry!” he retracted his arms and legs, getting off you with a spring. you sat up, and that’s when you saw what he was wearing. a cute christmas skirt and matching leggings, and he looked so ridiculously adorable you had to do a double take. he frowned at your flabbergasted expression, leaning in to inspect your face. “huh? did i break you? i promise, i didn’t mean to hit you that hard! wait, why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” 

he pat your head, as though that would fix things. you squinted at his carefree smile. hold on. what the absolute shit. was that lipstick? 

“luff,” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat. “who dressed you up?” 

“nami, duh,” he sung, giving you a little twirl to show off the fit. you already knew the answer—you just had to double confirm. crap. just how much money did you owe her now? a thousand berri? two thousand? to be fair, for this quality of work, you’d pay her a fortune. “nami said you’d like it. well? d’you?” 

“yeah,” you murmured, half in awe, half in devastation, because this was a really bad time to get horny if luffy wasn’t in the mood. “you look really pretty, baby. i love it a lot.” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will away the horny. but it was just so hard to stop being horny all of a sudden. every time you closed your eyes, all you could envision was the horny: him in that skimpy christmas skirt, a bright flush on his cheeks, sprawled out on the bed underneath you… 

the soft press of lips against your cheek made your eyes shoot open. “huh?” 

the red colour on his lips was now slightly smudged, and you raised your hand to gently touch your now stained cheek in realisation. “oh…” 

“you looked consti- constipated sittin’ there!” luffy explained, in a much louder voice than usual, a thick blush covering his face. “i had to, y’knoow, help you out… in case you were having a hard time…” 

and well, there goes your horny.

PORTGAS D. ACE

“darling! you’re home!” you watched as your lover clumsily hobbled out of the bathroom, swathed in the most colourful gift-wrapping paper you had ever seen from chest to heel. “merry christmas!” 

you blinked. were you seeing things? “ace, honey,” you started, slowly, with a laugh. “know that i’d love it either way, but… are you supposed to be my gift?” 

“well, yeah, sort of.” he grinned, trying to make his way over to you in awkward steps. he winked, keeping himself just out of arm’s reach when you tried to pull him into a kiss. “just watch. you might even be surprised.” 

he raised a finger mischievously, and you watched as the tip of it caught on fire. he continued smiling his infamous ‘up-to-no-good’ grin, carefully bringing the small flame near his clothed chest. you raised your eyebrows, unsure, because as much as he was immune to fire, the gift-wrapping probably wasn’t... and the furniture in your house definitely wasn’t. 

“watch…” ace stressed with a hush, dramatically pressing his blazing finger onto the wrapping paper, to which it burnt a hole right through, orange flames immediately clinging on to the circular edges, rapidly widening the puncture. soon, his entire so-called ‘outfit’ was on fire, and you were starting to get alarmed when an eye-catching dark red slowly emerged from the burgeoning flames, strapped right across his chest. 

you choked. was that… a bra? 

“ta-da!” he shouted, opening his arms in full display with what could only be described as pure mirth. “fireproof lingerie!” 

what the fuck. you stood there, gaping, unwilling to believe. the rest of the flames gradually died down, revealing a gorgeous pair of red lace lingerie that hugged his crotch and chest in all the perfect areas, showing off his muscled figure, broad in the shoulders but tight in the waist, with thick hips and strong thighs. you could feel yourself salivating post-shock. 

“baby, you look really, really sexy, but…” you began, swallowing down your laughter. “forget it. why am i even surprised at this point?” ace grinned, albeit a little more sheepish than usual, rubbing at the back of his neck as you checked him out unabashedly. “ah, damn it. you look like a whole feast. i’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you tonight…” 

“ain’t that the purpose,” ace purred, shooting you a naughty glance through his lashes. “come and get me, hot stuff. and hey, guess what? we won’t have to worry about me accidentally burning my clothes off this time.” 

and needless to say, the both of you had a very merry christmas that night, indeed.

masterlist!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! SORRY IF YOUR BONER DIED 💓🫶

[sp00kymulderr]

giddy up jingle horse

Dieter Bravo x reader

Part three of wrapped up in you

Summary: You’re not feeling festive, so Dieter decides to help you find your Christmas spirit

Words: 1.2k

Tags/warnings: 18+, Christmas, references to sex, sex toys, pet play adjacent but not really. One clown mention. Reader should be gender neutral, reader referred to as baby and cookie. I wrote this on my phone and haven’t edited so I’m sorry for awful mistakes.

A/N: Happy Christmas to those who celebrate. This is my gift to the wonderful members of the @dieterbravobrainrotclub over on discord. I love you guys so much. Enjoy some terrible, unhinged, festive Dieter

As the flight status changes from delayed to cancelled, your Christmas spirit goes with it.

It was the last straw in a year of bad luck, and now just a few days before the big day you had absolutely no interest in celebrating anything festive if you couldn’t do it in Lapland with nothing but you and Dieter and the little cabin under the stars.

Dieter who made an actual effort to not only be with you for a decent amount of time this year but had booked the vacation especially for you. He knew what your year had been like, and he knew you needed to get away, and Dieter always did what he could to make sure you would get what you wanted. Especially at his favourite time of year.

You'd never expected him to be the Christmas loving type, given his interest in all kinds of new age things and his rejection of tradition so completely, but he had explained to you early on that when growing up he had spent many festive seasons with his Grandma and it was her absolute favourite time of year. For him, celebrating was honouring her.

Of course his celebrations these days were a little different, certainly not the wholesome family holidays he’d grown up on. Some of the efforts he went to to get you both in the holiday mood included sexy santa outfits and christmas themed sex toys and that whole thing last year where he'd gift wrapped his cock for you and also gifted you an exact replica of it. He had really made Christmas his own, and made sure to make those he’d spent with you as memorable as possible.

Unfortunately now all his efforts were falling undone with the last minute cancellation of the trip you’d been so desperately looking forward to for months.

"You okay cookie?” He asks, sitting on the side of the bed as you resign yourself to unpacking the suitcase that had been ready to go for a week.

"I’m…I’m just…" You sigh, throwing the cute snow boots to the back of the wardrobe so you don’t have to look at them again “We were going to see real snow! And reindeer! I was so excited about meeting those reindeer”

The reindeer experience had been a special add on, and the moment Dieter realised how much you’d wanted to do it he’d shelled out for a VIP option.

"I'll be fine" You muster the best smile you can, hoping it's true and youll find some of that merry feeling you had a few days ago. You don't stop him from coming over to wrap his arms around you, stopping you from fussing with the suitcase as he held you in a long hug and kissed your forehead gently. Your sweet man.

"You will...I'll find a way" Dieter says, set with determination.

***

It's two days later when he comes to you all mischievous and grinning like he's done something either incredibly good or incredibly stupid. You guess a mixture of both, that’s usually how it goes.

He's holding a small box in his hand, his eyebrow quirked and a dopey grin as he holds it out to you.

"Merry Christmas, cookie"

You take the box and give him a quizzical look. You don't do presents on Christmas eve, but Dieter just nods and waits for you to open it.

You open the box, which within it holds....something red. You're not actually sure what it is.

"Um..." You say as you pick the thing up. It's round, and red, and has a slot on the back.

A red nose? What the fuck…

”Dieter I don’t…is this another sex thing? Do you want me to dress up as a clown again?”

Dieter chuckles, an enthusiastic smile on his face, but he shakes his head.

”I love your sexy clown look baby, but not this time. This,” He yoinks the red nose from your hand and slots it onto his nose. With a squeeze, the nose glows bright, illuminating him in a red glow “This is for me…well, it’s for you too. But it’s for me to wear. Hold on, give me a sec”

You are no less confused by his response, and when he disappears into the next room you stand exactly where he left you confused and not sure what to expect.

“Okay come in here, cookie!” Dieter calls out after a moment and you follow his voice, for better or worse. You know whatever you’re about to find is going to be another unforgettable Christmas memory at least.

“Oh…”

The living room is covered in fake snow. A projector bathes the room in a starry glow, aurora swirling on the ceiling.

“…my god” you shake with sudden laughter at what you see next.

In the middle of the room is Dieter. On all fours. Wearing his teddy coat, the red nose and the very same antler headband with jingly bells on he’d worn last year when he’d fucked you under the tree. He’s pretending to graze, neighing and whinnying softly when you enter the makeshift reindeer pen.

“Dee…” you can’t help the snort of laughter when he gives you an extremely offended look, shakes his head, and points at the red nose.

“Right, sorry. Rudolph. What the fuck are you doing?!”

He simply points to the sign hung up on the wall - ‘VIP reindeer experience’ - before going back to his very serious and accurate portrayal of Santas favourite animal.

It’s sweet, really. It’s…a little weird, but it’s definitely sweet. He’s trying to bring the failed vacation to you, he’s trying to give you some of that experience you were so looking forward to. Your guess is he tried to get a real reindeer and couldn’t, so instead he decided to put his Oscar winning performing to use. The least you can do is play along, and you have to admit the efforts are elevating your festive spirit a little already.

He’s set everything up, including the carrots for you to feed him. You can’t stop laughing. Giggling and smiling more than you have all week.

“You’re so ridiculous, Rudolph” You murmur with a smile as you pet him and offer him a carrot which he happily chews the end of.

It’s when he tells you to ‘hop on’, spoken out the corner of his mouth so not to ruin the illusion, that you lose it completely.

“Dee, baby, I don’t think they let people ride the reindeers”

“I’m not like the others” He smirks, twinkle of mischief still playing in those deep eyes “You can ride me all night long”

He manages one lap around the room with you gingerly sat atop him before you both collapse on to the floor.

“All those sacks of presents, pulling that sleigh around…Rudolph has a bad fucking back” He wheezes out, groaning and reaching for you, pulling you into his side and laughing into your hair and bumping the red nose off onto the floor in the process.

“Merry Christmas baby, I’m sorry this is the best I could do. We’ll get to Lapland next year, I promise”

“This was perfect. You’re perfect, you lunatic. Thank you for making me smile, Dee. Seriously” You respond, hand sliding beneath the coat and onto his bare chest, as you kiss his cheek.

“One thing though,” You say, standing up with a cheeky smile of your own, leaving him alone for a moment before you come back to the room,

“You’re missing something”

You hold up the plug, fluffy tail attached to the flared base of it.

“Let’s put on your tail, Rudolph, then we’ll see about riding you all night long”

[bunbunnies]

plaything | part 2

🔞 wriothesley x f!reader | minors dni 🔞

word count: 3.3k

tags: pwp, dom!wriothesley, sub!reader, bunny hybrid!reader, OFFICE SEX, light exhibitionism, possessiveness, daddy kink, praise, light degradation, cum play, penis in vagina penetration, masturbation, light voyeurism, slight dumbification

plaything :: one | two | three | four | five || ao3 link

You’re sitting on a couch at the Duke's office in the Meropide, patiently waiting for Wriothesley to finish his work. He has laid out some snacks, and books for you to entertain yourself with, but you aren't that interested.

You spend most of your time pretending to read, secretly stealing glances at him as he diligently works.

He knows that you're not reading, never hearing a single page flip in the hours that you've sat on that couch. But he never bothers to mention it, finding it cute.

"How are you feeling, bunny?" he asks, his scanning eyes remaining on his papers. 

“I’m okay… a little bored.” you quietly admit, bunny ears drooping. 

He lets out a tired chuckle, looking up from his paperwork to look at you. “Sorry, Bunny. I have some extra work to finish today…” he says. His gaze lingers on you for another moment, before he pushes himself, and his large chair, away from the desk. “C’mere”, he says, patting his lap for you to sit on.

You excitedly get up from your couch, practically dropping the book in your hand, to jump onto his lap. Your knees plant on both sides of him, into the soft, red cushion of the chair. 

“Hi, baby… I’ve missed you,” he smiles, holding your face as he leans in to gently kiss you. He’s been thinking about you all day, but has been too busy to show you that.

Your arms wrap around him, pulling yourself closer to him as you return his affection.

His tongue dances with yours, fighting for control- you easily let him take over, as you always do. Only after a few minutes does he break the kiss, leaving both of you catching your breath. 

His eyes bore into your own, darkening as they see your flushed face. He leans into you, slowly peppering a wet trail of kisses and licks down your jawline and neck, as one of his hands gently wraps around your neck. His other hand slips underneath your shirt, and finds its way to your lower back, pushing your hips closer to his. 

Stretching your neck to give him more access, you let out a soft gasp from his touches. As he pulls your hip in closer, you feel his erection slowly growing against you. Almost instinctively, your hips grind into his crotch, feeling the heat against your core.

Wriothesley lets out a low groan against your neck, as he feels your hips grind against his growing bulge. He can feel the heat radiating from you, and can see the way your body is reacting to his attention.

"Is my little bunny needy?" he teases, his voice low and husky as he continues to plant kisses all over your neck. His hands hike up your short skirt, gently squeezing your ass. He lifts his head up from your neck, and leans into your ear. 

"Do you want Daddy to take care of you? Make you feel good?" he taunts, his breath hot against your ears.

You let out a pathetic, needy whimper, feeling your arousal build in your pussy. You were already getting so wet for him. Wriothesley groans at your sounds, as he feels your growing wetness against him. It sends a wave of arousal to his cock, hardening in his pants. He resumes kissing and nipping at your neck, his hands roaming your body possessively.

"Daddy's going to fuck you so good, bunny…" he murmurs against your skin. "...Gonna make you scream his name." He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your panties. He lets out a shaky huff feeling how soaked you are with just some kisses. His cock throbs with need. He needs you just as much as you need him. 

"Do you want Daddy to fill this needy little pussy?" he teases, fingers hooking and pulling your panties aside to tease your folds. His fingers make lewd squelches against you.

"Yes, please! I've been so good and patient for Daddy today!” you breathily gasp.

Wriothesley smugly grins, hearing your pathetic beg. His hands slide underneath the waistband of your panties, and slides two fingers into your tight, wet heat, it’s like his fingers are being sucked in. 

"Daddy's so proud of you, bunny," he mumbles, pumping his fingers in you slowly. "Gonna reward you for being such a good girl for me." 

You grind your hips against his long, thick fingers, letting out soft gasps.

His free hand unbuckles his belt, reaching underneath his pants to free his hard cock. He grips it in his hand, stroking it slowly as he continues to finger you. His swollen tip squeezes out beads of precum, dripping onto his hands, as he lazily gives it a few strokes in front of your stomach.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you. “Undress, now.” he demands. While he watches you hastily lift yourself off of him and the chair, he fully unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down lower. 

You fumble as you pull off your top, then your panties and skirt, letting them fall to the ground. Giddy from excitement, you eagerly crawl back on top of his bare lap with a smile.

He smirks, seeing your obvious excitement. Holding his length between the two of you, he slaps the veiny, thick, hard cock on your bare stomach. The swollen, red tip leaves precum on your skin. 

Slap.

"Does bunny want Daddy’s cock?" he teases, his eyes locked on yours.  

Slap.

You nod eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes!” you pleaded, eyes seeking for his own. You lift yourself up, shuffling your hips closer to him.

Wriothesley groans, lining his cock underneath you. He grips your hips, and pulls you down onto him in one smooth motion, filling you up to the brim. 

You let out a loud gasp at the feeling of him burying himself into you. 

"Fuck, bunny," he gasps, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. "You’re so wet and tight,"

You start to bounce on his cock, with his hands guiding your movements. 

"Good girl, ride daddy…" he commands, his voice rough with pleasure. "Show me how much you want it." He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting your sweetness, and muffling your moans. 

"Daddy's going to fill you up, bunny," he murmurs against your lips. “Breed this needy little pussy." 

Tilting his head back to catch his breath from the kiss, Wriothesley devours the sight of your dishevelled look as you ride him. Your flushed face, hazy eyes, jiggling breasts- it's a sight that he could never get tired of.

He takes a hand to brush his index and middle finger over your lower lip. Without a word, you slightly open your mouth, and he pushes his fingers in for you to lick and suck on. 

You moan around his fingers, feeling so full of him. The fingers help muffle your noises, knowing that there's still people outside the Duke’s office. Not that it mattered much to him.

Wriothesley lets out a growl as he feels your wet tongue lapping at his fingers, his cock twitching inside you. He pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth, matching the rhythm of your bounces on his lap.

"That's it, bunny," he murmurs, his voice husky. "Suck on my fingers while you ride my cock.” He grips your hip harder, and starts to thrust up into you. His cock hits deep inside you with each movement, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Breaths turn into hot pants, and movement becomes more frenzied. The sound of wet skin slapping, and desperate breathing fills up the room. Already, he can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust, his thighs clenching. You drive him utterly insane.

"Daddy's close, bunny," he pants heavily. "Daddy's going to cum inside you." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, both hands latching onto your hips as he thrusts harder into you.

But just as he's about to orgasm, he's interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Both of your sounds and movements instantly halt. Wriothesley glances towards the staircase, before looking back at you. He’s gripping your hips tightly, holding you still on his cock.

“Shh, bunny," he whispers, his voice urgent. "Daddy's going to keep you filled with his cock while we have company. Be a good girl and stay quiet for Daddy, okay?" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He can feel his cock throbbing inside you, the need to cum almost overwhelming. 

You feebly nod, face warm at the thought of someone seeing you like this, on top of the Duke of the Meropide. You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling yourself in the crooks of his neck and shoulder, in an attempt to hide your reddening face. Not that it would help much.

"Come in," Wriothesley calls out, keeping his voice low and steady despite his arousal. 

A guard walks in, seeing your bare upper half intimately slouched against Wriothesley's. They spot your discarded clothes on the floor, but they try to avoid obvious eye contact with it. Luckily, they don’t see that you're currently speared open on his cock, behind the desk. But honestly, it wouldn’t take much to fill in the gaps.

"What is it?" Wriothesley asks, his voice sharp. He tries to keep his tone neutral, despite the arousal coursing through him. He feels your walls clench around him, aroused at the thrill of being caught. 

The guard nervously stutters out an apology, their eyes darting around the room before lowering their head into a deep bow. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but there's a situation in the production zone that requires your attention."  

Wriothesley nods curtly. "I'll be right there," he says, his voice strained. "Dismissed." 

The guard doesn’t waste another second in the room, quickly scuttering down the stairs and out of the office. 

As soon as the door closes with a heavy thud, Wriothesley lets out a shaky breath. You lift your head from his shoulder, keeping your arms around his neck as you face him.

"Did my little bunny enjoy almost getting caught?" he asks, teasing you with a grin.

You look back at him, biting your lips, before giving a shy nod.

Wriothesley's eyes darken with lust at your shy admission, his cock twitching inside you. "What a naughty, little bunny,” he smirks. His lips crash into yours, capturing you in a hungry kiss with his tongue, tasting you deeply. 

You let his tongue explore your mouth, his hands holding the nape of your neck as you taste one another. You clench around him, his kisses making you feel fuzzy sensations in your stomach- ones filled with excitement and need.

He gently tugs at your lower lips with his teeth, before letting go from the heated kiss. He rests his forehead against yours. 

"Daddy's going to cum in you now, bunny,” he softly whispers. 

Immediately, he grabs your hips and resumes snapping up into you. He thrusts into you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. "C’mon, take Daddy's cum, bunny," he pants, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take every last drop." He was so close earlier, only to be denied and edged by an interruption.

“P-please, Daddy! Want your cum! Please!” you whine loudly, weakly holding his shoulder as he roughly uses you, making your breasts bounce on your chest. From the force of his thrusts, the seemingly steady chair creaks and wobbles underneath the two of you. You feel your own orgasm building, a tightening sensation.

He grunts at your pleas, feeling his balls clench. He feels your walls flutter around him, seeking his cum. He watches his length slide in and out of you, your face contorted with pleasure. It was so erotic, seeing you so visibly cock drunk from him- and only him. It kindles a possessive fire in him.

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot release. "Fuck! Bunny!" he loudly groans, his head falling back against the chair and gasping for his breath. His seed comes in waves, thick ropes painting your walls.

You whimper at the feeling of being filled by him.

Chasing your own orgasm, your fingers rub tight circles around your clit, and your hips continue to ride him through his high. “Please… want to cum…”, you whine. 

He shakily replaces the fingers on your clit with his own. “That’s it, bunny, use Daddy’s cock. It’s all yours.” he says, breathy from his own orgasm. 

Hearing him proclaim his cock as yours sends your brain into a frenzy. The tightening sensation finally snaps, and you come undone around him, crying out his name. 

Wriothesley groans as he feels you coming on his cock, your tight heat squeezing him for every last drop of his own release. He doesn't stop circling your clit.

As you come down from your high, your body falls limp against him, thighs wanting to press together. But he holds you up with his steady hands, fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts. You whimper and whine on top of him, unable to muffle your sounds as he uses your sensitive hole. You're positive that everyone in the Fortress knows how hard the Duke is fucking you.

"That's it, bunny," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Take Daddy's cum deep inside you.” 

“Too-, much-,” you softly whine, his thrusts sending you into overstimulation.

He slowly stills his movement, and looks down at the mess that the two of you have made on his lap. He begins to feel his cum leaking out around his softening shaft, onto himself, as you sit on top of him. 

He gently holds your face by the chin, taking your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

“Daddy’s going to take care of some matters. Daddy will be back to fuck you again soon." he whispers. 

Your lips pout a little, wanting to be with him for a little longer. But you know that he has important duties to attend to. “Okay…” you mumble.

He lifts you up, pulling you off of him. His arms steadies you by the hip as you stumble standing up, legs shaking. With a gentle squeeze to your hips, he stands up himself and grabs a tissue to wipe the mess on his thighs before tucking himself back into his pants. He pats and straightens out his clothes, his expression shifting from lustful to authoritative.

"I'll be right back, bunny," he says, making his way down the stairs. His large, metal handcuffs strapped to his belt jingle with each step he takes down the stairs. Soon after you lose sight of him walking down the stairs, his large office door opens and closes with a thud.

You lean your body weight onto the edge of his table. Your thighs gently rub together, still needy for him. Your heightened sense of smells picks up on how the room smells intoxicatingly good of you two, only making you want more.

Eyes wandering, you spot his black and red coat that he often wears, left dangling on his chair. An idea pops up in your head, and you’re too needy to think better. You take his jacket to the couch, throwing it on a pillow to bury your face in. 

Wriothesley's coat envelops you in his scent as you bury your face into the pillow, deeply inhaling the musky aroma of his cologne mingling with the heady scent of sex. You arch your back up, your small bunny tail up in the air, as your fingers find your aching clit to rub slow, teasing circles around the sensitive, swollen nub. You softly moan into the fabric, your hips bucking into your touch. The memory of his cock stretching you, filling you so completely, sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.

"Daddy," you whimper, your voice muffled by the coat. "Daddy's cock feels so good inside me."

Your fingers dip lower, pushing into your dripping pussy. You're still so tight and wet from his thorough fucking, your walls clenching around your own fingers as if trying to suck them in deeper.

"Daddy's cum," you moan, his seed dripping out of you onto your fingers. "Daddy's cum is so warm inside me."

You imagine him watching you, his eyes dark with lust as he sees you touching yourself. "Daddy, I need you," you mewl, your hips rocking faster against your fingers. "Daddy, please fuck me again." 

Wriothesley's scent spurs you on as you writhe on the couch, your fingers plunging into your aching pussy. But it's not enough. No matter how hard you fuck yourself, it doesn't compare to the feeling of Wriothesley's thick cock stretching you, filling you up so perfectly.

"Daddy," you whine, your voice desperate and needy. "Daddy, please. I need you."

You buck your hips frantically, in attempts to chase your high. Your clit throbs, but it's not enough. Your fingers are a poor substitute for his own, let alone his cock. It's not the same as being split open on his long, hard shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"Daddy, please," you quietly sob against the pillow. "Daddy, I can't... I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Daddy."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you realize that no matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to satisfy this ache without Wriothesley.

The sound of the door opening and closing startles you out of your desperate haze, and you look up to see Wriothesley standing at the top of the staircase. His eyes rake over your disheveled form, taking in the mess you've made of yourself on his couch.

"Bunny," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "What have you been up to while Daddy was gone?" He strides over to you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and lust. "Did my little bunny try to satisfy herself without me?" he asks, his voice a harsh whisper. He looks down at you, with your ass perked up and face pressed up against the pillow with his jacket.

Bending himself down to you, he cups your face, fingers gently rubbing the tears from your wet, flushed skin. "Daddy told you to be a good girl, didn't he?" he says, his tone threatening. "Daddy told you to wait for him."

He lifts his hand from your cheek, shoving them between your legs. The fingers push into your dripping pussy. "And what did Daddy find?" he asks, his voice mocking. "Daddy found his greedy little bunny trying to fuck herself on his couch." 

Your hips immediately grind into his fingers.

But the pleasure is cut short when he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. "Clean them," he commands, his voice harsh. "Clean up the mess you made." His grey eyes intimidatingly glare into yours.

Looking back at him, you feel yourself shrink from his menacing gaze. Your lips form a pout with fresh tears in your eyes, looking away at him. "S-sorry Daddy... I wanted you so badly... but you weren't here..." you shakily stutter. You didn’t mean to disobey him- you’re his good little bunny.

Wriothesley's eyes soften as your voice trembles, your tears glistening on your cheeks as you become too scared to look back at him. He doesn't mean to hurt you- he never would. He knows how much you need him, how desperate you are for his touch. 

"Shh, it's okay, bunny," he murmurs, bending down on his knees to face you. His hand cups your cheeks, fingers rubbing soothingly against you. "Daddy's here now," he says, voice gentle. "Daddy's going to take care of you."

a/n: AAHAHAH god the draft of this was like less than 2k. now its 3.3k....... 💀 but lowkey kinda speed running posting this series coz the drafts of it have been sitting for awhile now... i will likely never be posting this quick again... 💀

++ i dont think this needs to be said, but pls dont use this fic as advice on how to go about your exhibitionist kinks…. consent, consent, consent (from all parties) <3 dont go fucking around unconsenting ppl n dont do it if ur partner doesnt consent

[barclaysangel]

Piercings (Breaking the Dollhouse AU)

SURPRISE! Consider this my Christmas gift to you all, a oneshot of the triplets (Junior, Glenda, and Glen) in the Breaking the Dollhouse AU! To this day, this is one of my favorite AUs and it’s genuinely shocking to me that I’ve never written for it before. Eloise is the one writing the fic with both of our ideas so darling, you’re free to use this in much later chapters of your fic because here we have Glenda giving Junior ear piercings AND a belly button piercing! It was a random idea that I wrote out in about two days, not too long, but I think it came out nicely for a oneshot or drabble. I hope y’all like this, please leave comments because comments fuel my motivation!

Thank you for reading, enjoy, and Merry Christmas :)

Word count: 1.8K

Tags: @nicascurls @fairchilds-glasses @high-functioning-fang1rl @streets-in-paradise

When Glenda pierced Junior’s ears, he was on the bathroom floor of the hotel, the top of his head pressed against the wall, holding a roll of toilet paper as emotional support. 

It was an impulsive decision. 

Junior had begun looking at Glenda’s piercings, on their ears and their nose, asking them questions about them. 

Did they hurt?

How long did it take until they healed? 

Until he finally said, “I want to get my ears pierced.”

Glenda didn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity. 

It wasn’t like they could go to a shop to get the piercing done. Junior was still a missing person and frankly, neither he nor Glenda wanted to leave Nica alone in the hotel while she was going through her withdrawals. 

They had to stay right where they were at. 

“Are you sure this is sanitary?” Junior asked from his position on the bathroom floor, almost suspiciously eying the needle in Glenda’s hand while they held a lighter to it to disinfect the needle. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve done my own piercings before, and my friends’ piercings. I know what I’m doing.” Glenda said confidently as they put their lighter down. 

Junior swallowed nervously, feeling around the bathroom floor, even touching the bottom of the toilet to grip onto something, anything. 

“The hell are you doing, J?”

“I need to hold onto something, I don’t like the idea of getting pricked through my earlobe.” 

Glenda raised a ginger eyebrow at him. “You’ve literally been stabbed through your chest before. By my dad, nonetheless.” 

“Still!” Junior argued still, huffing under his breath. 

They sighed loudly, ripping out the nearest roll of toilet paper and tossed it on his chest. “There. I swear, sometimes, you act like Glen.” 

It was Junior’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.”

“Take it as you will,” Glenda replied with a shrug of their shoulders before holding up the needle, “you ready?”

Junior took a deep breath, picking up the toilet roll and gripping it in both of his hands, before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, okay, I’m ready.” 

“Okay, good, now hold still.” Glenda told him, holding the needle close to the spot they marked on his earlobe to estimate where to put the needle in. 

Junior squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing thickly. “Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods…”

“Dude, I haven’t even touched you yet, relax.”

“I’m trying, Glenda!” He snapped back, keeping his eyes shut and taking another deep breath. 

“Try harder. I’m going to do a countdown right before I do it, okay?” Glenda told them, making sure the earring that they bought for Junior was next to them. 

“Okay, okay, okay…” He mumbled before beginning to sing very quietly under his breath, “See the people walking down the street, fall in line just watching all their feet, they don't know where they want to go, but they're walking in ti–AHH!” 

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake up Nica, she just fell asleep!” Glenda hissed at him. 

It took Junior a solid three seconds before realizing that the sudden sharp pain he had felt was because of a needle through his ear. “What the fuck…? What happened to the countdown?!” 

“I lied,” They responded in a casual tone as they pulled the needle out and quickly put the earring in, “You were distracting yourself enough, I figured that you didn’t need it.” 

“A countdown would have still been helpful, Glenda!” Junior argued, still in disbelief. “Come on, I have never gotten a piercing before and the idea of a needle going through my earlobe is absolutely terrifying, so a countdown wouldn’t kill anyo–OWW!” 

“I’m gonna have to duct tape your mouth shut if you keep screaming like a banshee, Junior.” Glenda said exhaustingly, taking out the needle from his other earlobe and putting in the second earring. 

Junior took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes up at them. “You’re the worst.” 

Glenda merely grinned at him. “I am. But your piercings look good.” They said, pulling their phone out and turning the camera on so he could look. 

Junior wanted to argue but he couldn’t. His ears were bright red and there was some blood, but nothing too concerning. And the sparkling crystal jewel stood out nicely against his inflamed earlobe. 

“Wow…it’s pretty.” He admitted. 

“Told ya. I know what I’m doing,” They said before waving their hand around, “sooo what do you say…?”

Junior sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Glenda.”

“You’re very welcome, Junior.” Glenda told him just as they began smirking, “but dude…were you singing ‘We Got The Beat’?”

“...no…”

When Glenda pierced Junior’s belly button, he was on the floor of his new bedroom in the cabin, his head on Glen’s lap, holding both of their hands for emotional support. 

It was yet another impulsive decision. 

Nica hadn’t been very amused when she found out that Glenda pierced Junior’s ears on the hotel floor. She would have much rather they had gone to a professional to minimize the risk of infection. But she did find the earrings to look nice, so at least there was no judgment there. 

Junior adored his ear piercings, he could switch them out and wear different earrings whenever he’d like. He even had different sets of earrings from his mother that he was able to recover and would wear those nearly every day. 

It felt like a part of her was still with him. 

But now the ear piercings didn’t feel like enough. He was fascinated with other piercings, tattoos as well. Although the latter would be until Junior was a little bit older, he and the twins agreed to get matching tattoos the day after his eighteenth birthday. 

After some consideration over his feelings and why he thought getting piercings would be a big fuck you to his sorry excuse of a father, he finally said something. 

“Are belly button piercings cool?” 

“Fuck yeah. They’re rad.” Glenda replied without hesitation while scrolling through their phone. 

“And super pretty too.” Glen threw in, their legs sprawled on Junior’s lap with their back pressed firmly against the wall. 

Junior nodded, his back also against the wall, his hand instinctively touching one of his earrings as he stayed quiet for a moment before asking his next question. “Do you both think I’d look okay if I had a belly button piercing?” 

Glen immediately looked at him with a big smile. “You could totally pull off a belly button piercing, Jun. You should do it.” 

“I think he does want one,” Glenda added in, looking at Junior with an eyebrow raised, “right?”

Junior thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I do. We could look into what shop does belly button piercings.”

“Or…” Glenda’s voice trailed off, smirking wordlessly. 

He slowly began shaking his head. “No. Nope. Absolutely not. Not again.” 

But then just a couple hours later, after they went and bought the materials they needed, Junior was in a much similar position as he was in the hotel room. Except it was on his bed, in a cabin that Andy owned and graciously allowed for them all to live there for as long as they pleased. There was music playing loudly from his stereo too, to distract from any noise that could suggest any shenanigans they shouldn’t be getting themselves into. And most importantly, Glen was there now, a proper addition to their little group. 

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” Junior said, his shirt rolled up to his chest with his head on Glen’s lap and just like the first time, eyed the needle in Glenda’s hand. 

“You were worried before and look! Your ear piercings came out just fine, no infection, and it looks super bitchin’!” Glenda told him, getting the clamp and pinching the skin of his naval. 

“Wanna hold my hands?” Glen asked him as they held their hands out to Junior, making him grip onto their hands quickly. 

Junior would say that at least, Glen’s soft hands were much better than the roll of thin toilet paper. 

“Maybe-maybe we should talk this through…” Junior tried to say. 

“Dude, we already did. Just breathe and hold still.” Glenda, as always, was giving him the kick in the ass that he needed while gently pulling his skin up, needle still in hand. 

Even Glen decided to chime in. “I mean, you did this before and it was in a hotel. It’s a lot better.” 

“Okay, I know, but that was different!” Junior insisted with a whine in his voice. “Those were my ears but this is my belly button! And I actually have a cute belly button, trust me, I’ve seen some ugly belly buttons in my lifetime!”

Glen raised an eyebrow and peered down at Junior, their long red hair almost tickling his cheeks. “You’re only fifteen. You’re younger than us.”

“It’s still a lifetime, Glenny!” Junior huffed loudly. “Fine, fine, let’s just get this over with. But Glenda, give me a countdown this time plea—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Oops, didn’t catch that.” Glenda said with a false innocent smile, shrugging their shoulders. 

“You bitch! Why do you keep doing that?!” Junior exclaimed, trying to lift his head to see if the needle actually was through his belly button but even with Glen holding his hands, they managed to keep him down so he wouldn’t move. 

“Watch it, I’m the one with a sharp object.” Glenda reminded him, placing the belly button ring inside as the needle fell out. 

Junior didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting out a long sigh. “Next time, I’m going to a professional. At least I can rely on a countdown there.” 

“Damn, I was really hoping to do a stick and poke tattoo on you next time.” Glenda said in a sarcastic tone.

“I’ll die before I let you do that.” Junior replied without hesitating before slowly sitting up after letting go of Glen’s hands. 

“Jun, it looks so cute!” Glen nearly squealed with a big grin on their pale face, looking at the sparkling piercing that resembled the very first pair of earrings Junior ever got. 

It really was cute and something about it just boosted his confidence. Junior went to touch it but Glenda quickly slapped his hand. “Don’t touch it now! You’re gonna make it get infected!” 

“Okay, okay, fine! Good gods…” Junior rolled his eyes before looking at both of the twins and then smirking, “we should all get belly button piercings!”

Glenda quickly smirked in return and nodded. “Fuckin’ aye, let’s do it!” 

Glen, however, began shaking their head, big blue eyes wide. “Oh no no no no no! No way!” 

They all began pushing each other, laughing hysterically, further cementing their place as triplets with the mischief they were getting into, even swearing to not tell Nica about the belly button piercing until the time was right. 

Nica, of course, would find out eventually anyway but that was a worry for another day. 

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have recently learned apparently pomegranates are a mysterious fruit to more people than i thought (particularly to Rick Riordan himself, if the books are anything to go by) so little list of pomegranate things:

They’re in-season during the winter in the Northern Hemisphere. This is why they’re associated with Persephone's journey to the Underworld (because winter).

The outside peel feels basically like a smooth version of a citrus peel, and it’s a bit thinner.

There is SO MUCH PITH it is such a pain to peel and you should not eat the pith.

The entire seed is edible. They’re like corn kernels but a tiny bit crunchier and a fruit instead of a grain. Apparently some people do not eat the entire seed and spit out half of it and I do not understand why someone would put in that much extra effort for something literally the size of a corn kernel.

The juice is this very rich magenta. It looks a little like blood but it’s definitely more pink/purple than blood red.

A single pomegranate has several hundred seeds. Even a single section of pomegranate easily has like 50 seeds.

I cannot compare the smell other than “it smells like pomegranate” but things that claim to be pomegranate flavored/scented are generally accurate.

Individual seeds range in taste but they’re generally. well. fruity, as you’d expect from a fruit, or very mildly sour. Think like, apple levels of range.

[volivolition]

Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I haven’t read it yet but I thought I should let you know 😎👍

awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33

[theood]

Just heard a Taz: balance song. It will take nothing to kick me back into Taz

[trevisos]

filing these under “lines that make xarrai feel extremely normal” as well.

[girlivealwaysbean]

what is happening to me😭

[sapsolais]

i love nimona

[redley-of-many-noodles]

*holding writhing bag of shitty memes*

I GOT THE MORBS, START UP THE GRINDER

[pride-of-storm]

first day of work and :( my feet hurt :(

[hurlingdown]

                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!

synopsis. there’s a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.

tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)

a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.

“does she know?” you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way he’s being mounted like a bitch. “does she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?”  

he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way you’re taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity. 

 “fuck!” he gasps, “let’s not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.” it’s not the first time you’ve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this… this was unknown territory. 

“why? you don’t like it?” there’s a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks he’s going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he can’t see but knows it’s there. 

“doesn’t matter,” jayce whispers. “it’s not ri- right.” 

you want to laugh. it’s not right? so it’s all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never could—nights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limp—but it’s not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair? 

“you don’t like her anyway, do you?” you mutter. “you should just get rid of her and be with me.” you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. it’s funny, the way he tries to patch things up. “this is cruel… to the both of us. don’t you wanna get this over with?” 

“it’s- unh, complicated!” jayce moans, but there’s nothing complicated about it, he just doesn’t want to talk. doesn’t want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart pound—the way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like you’ve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle. 

he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and he’s not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. it’s humiliating, the way you’re cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust. 

“why? what’s keeping you then? hah. don’t tell me. does she fuck you like this too?” you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. “so desperate for cock you’d let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?” 

“noo,” jayce slurs, shaking his head, “nothing’s as good. you’re the best. love it. love you.” 

“really?” you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his body’s conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. “well, i don’t see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.” 

“ah- ah, yeah, that too,” he whines, “love you more.” 

“liar,” you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. it’s a punishment, jayce knows. he’s sorry. he feels so guilty. “pretty slutty liar. you’ll do anything to get stuffed, won’t you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. you’ll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.” 

jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he can’t even say anything at this point, with the way you’re forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he can’t help being addicted to this. it’s too good. mel would understand, wouldn’t she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. it’s not his fault. not really. 

“you probably think she’ll never know. you probably think she’ll never find out.” you’re talking again, but the sounds buzz by, barely intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasn’t he. surely she won’t know. surely she can’t know. “the way you start crying when you’re about to cum. you think she’ll never know about that, right?” 

he doesn’t know what you mean, but it’s so hard to think. there’s wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him. 

“please,” jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. “i want, ngh… ah, want your cum in me.” 

and before he knows it, there’s the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and it’s so good it makes him see stars. but you don’t stop. it’s messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it. 

his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.

VANDER

. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes. 

“oh, fuck, sweetness,” he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty ‘pap’. “t-thaat’s it, kid. right there, fuck, harder…” 

he’s clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as you’re pounding away at his hole from behind. you’ve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. he’s pretty sure his own cock’s rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre there’s a sticky, slippery pool underneath him—easing the steamy push and glide. 

there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. there’s sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. it’s too good. almost makes him feel young again. he’s halfway through his forties, and yet you’re fucking him like he’s twenty. 

vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesn’t care. 

it’s addicting. it’s violent. vander shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he is. 

“fuck, love, y’er gonna make me cum already,” he chokes out, and it’s more of a drunken slur, really — there’s something about the way you’re treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour it—the way you’re taking him, pressing him into the mattress like you’re trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust. 

“go ahead and cum, vander,” you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. “i want you to cum like it’s your last night on earth.” 

who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows he’s going to get loud. you’re insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. he’s never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you weren’t something different. cum like it’s his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were. 

“cocky,” he wheezes instead, once he’s caught his breath, “y’er gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.” it’s yet another bad decision, and he’s digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you aren’t already fucking him within an inch of his life—the bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock. 

hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it. 

before he can even breathe, you’ve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like you’re flipping a fucking pancake, and vander’s not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, you’re pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shut—there’s no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but he’s far too close to be embarrassed. 

the new position’s got you so deep inside him, and it’s getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. it’s uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it. 

“s-so fuckin’ good, kid,” he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cock’s all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and he’s so aroused it’s almost endearing. “fuck me… god, fuck me.” 

he’s going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, you’re going to be so smug about this after you’re done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at you—eyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted. 

“yeah? best cock you’ve ever taken, vander?” you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then he’s fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess you’ll take that as a yes.

SILCO

silco doesn’t know how long he’s been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesn’t plan on making you stop anytime soon. 

“darling, not so rough. . .” he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you haven’t cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

“why?” you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as he’s bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. “worried that they’ll hear?” 

silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes. 

“i’m just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?” you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts. 

“it doesn’t matter,” he rasps, “we’re, hah, being too loud… sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.” 

“don’t care,” you mutter. “i’m pent up. ‘least you can do is let me fuck you stupid. you’ll let me, right?” 

silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didn’t turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through. 

“be gentle,” he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. “i’m not so young anymore.” 

you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that. 

“hngh, r-right there…” silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud he’s being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesn’t want to piss you off. not when you’re indulging him so well. “that’s it… you’re so good… darling.” 

“not so shy anymore?” you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. “think we can make you louder?” 

“sweetheart,” he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. “you already know what i want.” 

“well, i don’t think so.” you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. “remind me. did we use the magic word yet?” 

but just as he’s about to answer with snark, there’s the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get good—this was the worst timing possible. “everything alright, boss?” 

“yes,” silco pants, “fuck… yes.” 

you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. you’re thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you can’t stop now. not until he’s had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content. 

he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changingly—and now apparently hormone-alteringly good. 

“sir?” sevika’s growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mention—his second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if it’ll be gaping once you’re done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swel— “is someone in there with you?” 

“yes,” silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. “we are busy. you’re, oh… dismissed, sevika.” 

the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly. 

you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe it’s your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. he’s—silco’s actually into this. you’d have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didn’t mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything. 

“... if you say so, boss.” the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy. 

“did i say you could stop?” silco grunts. “fuck me.” 

you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cock—and the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name. 

you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.

VIKTOR

“it won’t fit,” viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. he’s not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but he’s making good progress. “i’m terribly s-sorry, dear. your… appendage. it’s too big.” 

his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility… although slight, that he’d make it. 

“it’ll fit,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. “you’re doing very good, love. just… a little more, yeah?” 

viktor looks down. it’s nowhere near a little more. you’re barely halfway in and he’s already thinking about quitting—has been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so. 

“please,” he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. “t-touch me? i think i’ll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would… oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.” 

it’s… in simple words, too much. you’re usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. it’s good. it’s enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him. 

but viktor would’ve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just… comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?

he can’t lie—he’s spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didn’t feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasn’t the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself. 

it doesn’t help, the way you’re stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktor’s never been so hard before in his whole life. he’s so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and it’s almost cute how it looks like it’s going to swallow you up. maybe it is. 

maybe it’ll fit. 

“last few inches,” you pant, fingers trembling slightly where you’re struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. “can i-? please, vik. it’s so good. you’re so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.” 

“yes,” viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed to—but within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold still—it’s mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all. 

“ngh,” viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. “soo full…” 

you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until you’re satisfied that he’s properly taken everything you’ve given him. it’s not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that you’ve always known he would’ve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only. 

he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. “shit, vik…” you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. “you’re so tight, baby… so perfect. i’m right here with you, okay? easy now, you’re doing so good.” 

you’re so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but it’s different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks he’s dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but there’s hardly any friction left now that he’s properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak. 

he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.

it’s driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. it’s nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researching—it’s beyond anything he would have ever imagined. 

“please,” viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it was—as though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. “stay…” he cries, “cum inside. m-make me yours.” 

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you he’s feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your lover’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.

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[spencerreidenjoyer]

lovebird | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's little girl sets you and her dad up.

wc: 3.3k, rating: teen

tags/warnings: 2+1, kindergarten teacher!reader, single girldad!spencer, fluff, meet-cute, implied sex, use of "Y/N" because this fic would've been impossible to write without it oops

a/n: not sure what possessed me to write this, but i finished writing this in about 2 days lmao. girldad!spencer loml. thank you to my lovely friends over on twitter who fuelled my insanity. for this fic i have season 10 spencer in mind/later seasons spencer who's just full on daddy at that point <3 (also crossposted on ao3!)

Sunday

You’re at the grocery store in a ratty t-shirt and sweats, picking out fucking cereal when you hear the pitter-patter of footsteps running towards you, and a sweet, high-pitched voice calling your name. 

It’s one of your students, Ellie Reid, holding a box of cereal that’s half her height, and she comes up to you in the aisle. 

“Ellie? What are you doing here?” You ask sweetly, pushing your hair out of your face before you squat down to meet Ellie’s height. 

“My daddy wanted to get groceries. He said we would go together. But he had to pick up the phone, and I wanted to help look for the things Daddy needs.”

Her dad, Dr. Spencer Reid, is an FBI agent and a single dad to Ellie. He’s one of the best parents you’ve had this year – the fancy kindergarten you teach at lends itself to spoiled brats and uptight parents, but Dr. Reid and Ellie are a welcome reprieve in a usually stuffy environment. You’re pleased to see her here, on a weekend, but less pleased with the fact that she’s alone. 

“Oh, wow! You’re so helpful, Ellie,” you say, holding her arm gently. “I’m sure your dad is really thankful. But you shouldn’t have walked off alone. I’m glad you found me.”

“Why?” 

“Because it’s not safe for you to walk around alone in the grocery store, Ellie,” you smile. “Let’s go find your dad.”

Ellie nods, her cheeks ruddy and when you hold out your hand for her to hold, Ellie’s little hand wraps around two of your fingers. “Did you come to the grocery store alone? It’s not safe.”

“I did come alone. But I’m an adult, so it’s okay. You’re little, Ellie, so you should only walk around with your dad.” You lead Ellie down aisle after aisle, walking past canned food and bags of chips and walls lined with bottles of drinks. 

“But you shouldn’t walk around alone if it’s dangerous. When we find my daddy maybe he can protect you too!” Ellie says confidently. 

When did this grocery store feel so big? You can’t find Dr. Reid anywhere, and you feel a rising panic in your chest. You have half a mind to pull up the school’s contact information in your phone, but you hear Dr. Reid’s voice calling his daughter’s name, and both you and Ellie turn around.

“Daddy!” Ellie shrieks, almost dropping the box of cereal in her arms as she dashes toward her father. She almost trips as she closes the distance, thankfully landing in her father’s arms before she does fall. 

Dr. Reid scoops her up, holding her tightly. “You had me worried, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Ellie mumbles against her father’s shoulder. “But I found Miss Y/N and she helped me find you!”

“I told her not to run off alone in the future,” you say. “Right, Ellie?” 

The sweet girl nods. She giggles into Dr. Reid’s shoulder, and his hand comes up to pat her back, a soothing gesture.

“I’m glad it was you she bumped into,” Dr. Reid says, sighing with relief. “I wouldn’t know I would do with myself if–”

“It’s okay, Dr. Reid,” you assure him. “It’s not a problem at all. You’re– You’re doing a great job with her.”

“Thank you for saying that. I– I’ll see you at the parent-teacher meeting next Friday, right?”

“Yeah, next Friday.” You smile at him. “Have a good day, Dr. Reid. Bye, Ellie!”

“Bye!” Ellie, sweet girl, waves excitedly, her gummy smile overtaking her face. Dr. Reid walks toward the checkout, holding Ellie with one hand and pushing his shopping cart with the other. 

You feel how warm your cheeks are when Dr. Reid and Ellie are finally out of sight, your hand clammy around the handle of your shopping basket. You slap your cheek lightly, willing yourself to pull yourself together.

The way your heart flutters whenever you see Dr. Reid is a cause for concern, and you wonder if you should see a doctor about it. 

Dr. Spencer Reid is a marvel. He’s admirable, juggling his job at the FBI with raising a little girl all on his own, and he’s both a great profiler and a great dad. He’s incredibly sweet with Ellie and incredibly kind to you, which you unfortunately don’t get a lot, especially with the kinds of parents you deal with. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome: his hair is slightly long, wavy and messy in a way that frames his face just right, not to mention the stubble that makes him look that much hotter.

Your little crush on Dr. Reid is certainly inappropriate, but over the parent-teacher meetings and interacting with him when he drops off and picks up his daughter from school, you can’t help yourself from falling for him. 

Tuesday

Ellie Reid is a smart girl, that you know, but you're blindsided by her genius one day at recess. You’re monitoring all the kids at the playground when Ellie comes up to you. She has a contorted look on her face but she says, “Miss Y/N, I fell.”

“You did? Are you feeling okay?” You ask, squatting down to match her height. You look at her knees – not a speck of dirt nor a red spot from falling down.

“My knee hurts. Can you call my daddy?”

“Does it hurt badly? I’ll take you to see the nurse if it does,” you say, not entirely understanding the situation. You’ve never met a four-year-old who wouldn’t be in tears over tripping and falling, even if the injury wasn’t severe. 

The look on Ellie’s face makes you think that she’s trying to match your expectations of what she should be feeling. “It doesn't hurt bad. I just want my daddy to come pick me up. Can you call him?”

You try not to furrow your brow at the strange request. You’re usually trusted to handle any little accidents and mishaps with the children, but at Ellie’s insistence of calling her father, you feel like you should. 

(It’s certainly not spurred on by seeing him at the grocery store last weekend.)

“Alright, Ellie. I’ll call your dad and see what he says, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Y/N,” Ellie says, smiling at you. You get her to sit down on the bench next to you and your co-teacher to oversee the kids before fish your phone out from your pocket to dial Dr. Reid’s number. As you wait for the call to go through, Ellie looks at you with wide, expectant eyes. You smile at her.

On the third ring, Dr. Reid picks up. “Hello?” 

“Hi, Dr. Reid. This is Miss Y/N from Ellie’s school. I’m calling to inform you that Ellie fell on the playground during recess.”

“Oh, my. Is she alright?” You hear Dr. Reid’s voice grow concerned. Ellie looks up at you, and you look the little girl up and down one more time just to be sure.

“Yes, she is. I checked and she doesn’t have any scrapes or bruises. She says her knee hurts, but that she’s also fine. Usually, we don’t call parents over small mishaps like this, but Ellie insisted that I call you.”

“I see,” Dr. Reid hums, his tone indecipherable. “Can I talk to her?”

“Sure thing, Dr. Reid,” you say. You hold the phone out to Ellie as you put the call on speakerphone and tell her, “Your dad wants to speak to you, Ellie.”

Ellie is polite, but clearly excited as she yells, “Hi, Daddy!” 

“Woah! Hi, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, his serious tone while he was speaking to you gone, talking to his daughter with a delightful whimsy. “Miss Y/N told me you fell on the playground today. Does it hurt?”

“No,” Ellie answers, but she looks up quickly at you. “I mean, yes. Just a little. It doesn’t hurt too bad anymore.”

You hide your smile, and you think you can hear the smile in Dr. Reid’s voice as he says, “Okay, sweet girl, that’s good.”

“Can you come and pick me up right now, Daddy?” Ellie asks, a little whiny. It’s adorable, though. 

“Well, it’s only ten in the morning, honey,” Dr. Reid bargains. “And I know you have art class later, right? Don’t you want to stay around for that?”

“I do!” Ellie says eagerly. “Oh, I love art class!”

“I know you do, honey,” Dr. Reid assures. “So, do you feel okay enough to stick around in class until Daddy comes to pick you up at the end of the day?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ellie nods, even though Dr. Reid can’t see her. “But you have to come pick me up!”

“I always do, Ellie,” Dr. Reid laughs, making Ellie laugh along too. “Okay, honey. Go on and play with your friends. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay! Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“Bye! I love you too, Ellie!” Dr. Reid matches Ellie’s excitable energy, and Ellie giggles before she runs off to play again. His voice returns to a calm but engaged sort of energy. “Well, that was something.”

“She seems fine,” you say, switching the speakerphone off as you hold your phone back up to your ear. “I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of your work day, Dr. Reid.”

“Oh, please, it’s not a bother at all,” Dr. Reid laughs gently. “I love talking to Ellie. She might miss me or something, if she had to fake a fall so you would call me.”

“Perhaps,” you say, slightly surprised that Dr. Reid would be so quick to call out his daughter’s bluff. Some of the other parents would rip your throat out if you even insinuated their child was in the wrong. “I’ll still keep an eye out for her.”

“Thanks, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid insists. “Besides, it’s always a pleasure getting a call from you.”

You don’t remember if you thank him before he hangs up, because all you can think about is Dr. Reid saying he enjoys talking to you.

After putting your phone away, you press your hands to your warm cheeks in an effort to calm yourself and your beating heart down. 

Dr. Reid is one of the last parents to come by during pickup. It’s a somewhat regular occurrence, with Dr. Reid’s busy and hectic job. You are never bothered by spending extra time with Ellie, and you know Dr. Reid always tries his best to pick Ellie up as soon as he can. He usually makes regular pickup so you never get to exchange more than a few words with him, but days like today aren’t necessarily rare either. But considering your interaction on Sunday, you’re secretly pleased with how it’s worked out. 

Only you and Ellie are left in the classroom, you having told your co-teacher to clock out first. You’re pleasantly surprised when there’s a knock on the door frame, Dr. Reid standing there in a cardigan and a button-up shirt with his dress pants. “Ellie!”

His hair is somehow more fluffy and messy than you’d seen him at the grocery store, but it just makes him look even more soft and domestic. You try not to look at Dr. Reid with hearts in your eyes as Ellie shrieks and runs towards him, Dr. Reid picking her up easily and swinging her around before he holds her tight. “Hi, sweet girl.”

“Daddy!” Ellie giggles. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, honey,” Dr. Reid coos, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head. Your insides melt, gooey at the tooth-rottingly sweet display in front of you. “Were you a good girl for Miss Y/N today?”

“Uh-huh!” Ellie nods, her gummy smile absolutely adorable. 

“She was a pleasure,” you add. “Hello, Dr. Reid.”

“Hello again.” Dr. Reid smiles. “It’s nice to see you. Are you doing well?”

“Yes, I am. Other than Ellie’s little incident, today was thankfully uneventful. Thank you for asking.”

Dr. Reid’s face scrunches up in an extremely endearing way, like it’s obvious that he’d want to know about… you. “Of course. I like to know you’re doing well. It’s great to hear.”

You feel like you don’t know what to say to that, perhaps a little too caught up in your little crush on him to come up with a coherent response. You laugh shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Dr. Reid has set Ellie down, and she wanders around the classroom, fidgeting with the pencils on the tables, but doesn’t stray too far from her dad. “Ellie seems to be fine from earlier, but you might want to check in with her again.”

“I will,” Dr. Reid says, nodding. “Oh! I almost forgot–”

You look on as Dr. Reid fumbles in his satchel, pulling a crumpled paper bag out. The paper bag looks bulky, oil stains seeped through on the sides and on the bottom. “Oh, it looks bad. It’s good, I promise– It’s a chocolate muffin from this really good bakery near my office. I just thought I’d get you one. Since you’re so helpful with Ellie. Especially today.”

Dr. Reid holds it out for you, and you scramble to step forward and take it. “Thank you, Dr. Reid, you- You didn’t have to. It’s my job to look after Ellie, after all. Not that it’s a burden, or just a job, I mean– Ellie’s great. She’s one of our brightest, but don’t tell any of the other parents that.”

Dr. Reid smiles so bright you feel like you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “I won’t, if I bump into any of them at the parent-teacher meeting.”

You bite your lip, smiling, shy at the attention Dr. Reid gives you. You think he’s flirting(?) with you, but you try to remain professional. You clear your throat. “Thank you, Dr. Reid.” 

“Thank you again, Miss Y/N. I mean it.” Dr. Reid asserts, and you feel your cheeks flush. “Tonight is pizza night, so Ellie and I should be making our way home right about now.”

“Pizza!” Ellie yells, giddy, causing both you and Dr. Reid to laugh. She zooms past you to stand next to her dad. 

“Thank you, Dr. Reid. I’ll see you proper on Friday,” you say, nodding your head slightly. “And I’ll see you, Ellie, tomorrow, yeah?”

“Bye, Miss Y/N!” Ellie waves frantically. Dr. Reid joins her in her waving, equally silly. 

“I look forward to seeing you then, Miss Y/N,” Dr. Reid smiles. “Bye.”

“Bye!” you reply, trying not to sound too eager, and then Dr. Reid ducks out of the classroom with Ellie in hand. You feel like you’re swooning so hard you might faint.

Friday

Parent-teacher meetings go smoothly, thankfully. There are parents who only bother to hear the praise you give their children, so ignorant to the criticisms of their children that you try not to make too obvious. After seeing nineteen sets of parents, Dr. Spencer Reid is your last of the day. You don’t want to say you’ve been waiting for this all day, but checking off the nineteen sets of parents before this has only made you more and more excited. 

Dr. Reid finally enters the classroom, two minutes early for his slot, but he’s alone. 

“Where’s Ellie? She’s totally allowed to sit in for these meetings too.”

“She’s at my boss’ place for a playdate with his son,” Dr. Reid says. “Actually, that sounds pretty weird, doesn’t it? My daughter, having a playdate with my boss’ son?”

“Not at all. They say it takes a village to raise a child. I’m glad your colleagues are so helpful with Ellie.”

“They really are,” Dr. Reid asserts, smiling. “Hotch– My boss, I mean– offered, knowing I had this meeting.”

“That’s really nice of him,” you nod. “So, about Ellie…”

“Please tell me you only have good things to say,” Dr. Reid jokes, and you try very hard not to swoon. 

“Essentially, yes,” you nod. “Ellie is such a bright girl, and she’s so sweet. She’s always helpful with her classmates and polite to everyone and the teachers too. Again, don’t tell this to the other parents, but Ellie’s set high standards for the rest of the class.”

“You’re telling me an awful lot that I shouldn’t be telling the other parents,” Dr. Reid grins. “You sure you aren’t playing favourites?”

“You certainly are my favourite,” you say before you can catch yourself, and Dr. Reid looks at you with wide eyes. You imagine you look equally shocked. “I’m sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn't mean to say that.”

Dr. Reid cocks his head, a little smile toying on his lips. “Miss Y/N, did I ever tell you what I do for the FBI?”

You have no idea how this relates to how unprofessional and inappropriate you are being. You shake your head anyway, too afraid to say anything anymore before you say something even more embarrassing. 

“I’m a profiler, Miss Y/N. I use psychology and study behaviour to catch serial killers,” Dr. Reid explains, using his hands to articulate his point. Your eyes dart down to the motion; but your gaze quickly flits back up to his face. “In general, I’m good at reading people.”

“Is that so?” You gulp. Is he able to read you?

“I don’t mean to profile you, Miss Y/N, I mean it,” Dr. Reid sounds a little apologetic. “But I can’t help but notice the way you lean toward me when we’re speaking, the way you fidget with your hands a little, the way you can almost meet my eyes, but you still seem a little bashful about it. I either intimidate you, or…”

“Or..?” 

“I’m sorry if this is too forward, but would you like to get dinner with me?”

“What?” You ask, disbelieving. “Dinner?”

“You- You’re interested in me too, aren’t you?”

“Too?” You gape, sounding like a parrot as you repeat his words, simply unable to wrap your head around the fact that Ellie Reid’s young, hot, genius father just asked you on a date. 

“I’m usually not too doubtful of my profiling skills, but beautiful women like you make me second-guess if I’m reading this right.” Dr. Reid laughs, avoiding looking at you. 

“Dr. Reid, I would love to get dinner with you,” You say, trying to sound confident. 

Dr. Reid beams as he meets your eyes. “Oh, thank God.”

“Cheesy that you’re calling me beautiful,” you laugh bashfully, waving him off. 

“I mean it!” Dr. Reid insists. “And, um– Would you want to do dinner after this? If you don’t have any other meetings, of course. Or any other plans– you’d probably have plans on a Friday night, right? Way to be presumptuous–”

“Dr. Reid! I don’t have plans tonight. A dinner date sounds great,” you laugh.

“Great! Great, good. I’m glad.” Dr. Reid says, looking a little giddy that you’d taken him up on it. “Also, um- I love when people call me Dr. Reid, but please just call me Spencer. Do you think people would get the wrong idea if you called me Dr. the whole time?” 

You cackle, Spencer looking thoroughly pleased at making you laugh. 

“Okay, Spencer,” you try his first name, and it rolls off your tongue with ease. “Let me pack up and then we can go get dinner.”

“I like when you say my name,” Spencer smiles. “What’re you feeling for dinner?”

If you and Spencer kiss at the end of your dinner date in front of your apartment door, that’s between you and him. 

You pulling Spencer into your apartment with your hands fisted in his hair should also stay between you and him. 

It doesn’t entirely stay between you and him, though, as Spencer calls his boss to turn Ellie’s playdate into a sleepover before he rolls over to kiss you and take you all over again. 

[sttoru]

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

[urfriendlywriter]

20 angsty romance prompts part 2

(feel free to use <33 tag me when yall writeeee)

crying in your lover's arms

^ face buried in their chest, while their heart breaks at your every sob :(

"i wish i loved you less." but it is spat at the other person angrily, immediately being regretted after the words leave their mouth.

watching them cry and not knowing what to do (ouch-)

"why do you love me when you know i can't- shouldn't love you back?"

"you messed me up, you fcked me over and what- how dare i? how dare fckn you!"

"i am sorry. i am so so.. so.. sorry. please.. let me go."

"don't you dare do this to me- No! No, no, no, no- nono, hey, please!!"

"... why can't.. anybody see--that... I'm tired?... " (if written write, this wud traumatize me)

"I'm done waiting for you, [name]."

them literally on their knees, "please, please--just please trust me! Why is it so hard for you to believe me once?"

^ "how many times do i have to get hurt by trusting you!!?"

"i am not sorry that i don't love you. I'm sorry that you don't love yourself."

"i loved you, believe me. i did. then you turned into someone else, someone... scary."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KEEP HURTING ME? why--why am i the one.. always losing everything..?"

"listen to me-" "No, no!" "my dear, i swear, that isn't what i meant." "oh yeah? i don't think so. you were pretty loud and clear back there."

"so.. you're just going to.. give up on me." "that is NOT what i meant-" "you're not willing to fight for me either. i think it's pretty clear, [name]."

hands trembling while holding their pale, bloodied face, "k-keep your eyes open, for fucks sake! PLEASE-please please, talk to me."

"promise me you'll be okay, and that you'll keep living. moving on, even without me." "only if you do the same." (this happened irl yall)

"you saved me then killed me all over again."