#i still need to get a desk. either gonna buy one or see if i can bug the ppl in the office that i didnt get one

[maddogmp3]

sotd! that dog is right. it is okay, but its different.

[shiningstages]

Me lookin' at my lil content: d'aaaaaaaw it's so cute~

I wanted to do stuff before work, but I like blanked out since I'm sleepy (went to bed around 1? 2?? then woke up at 7:11; not terrible but not like Great) then did my required stretchies / looked up stuff for things~ Tomorrow I have my last PT session and follow-up, and then I plan on cleaning my room / generally just chilling out since it has been Forever, but now...I will try and schedule in time for OC thoughts today and tomorrow (still have to decide if Atlas would be primal or astral...and maybe compare some story stuff to make sure it's not stepping on any Canon toes...but maybe we also don't care about that second bit ghffjghfgvcccgkhf).

[anundyingfidelity]

FREE PASS — Sam Winchester

Summary: Two men appear at your office to inspect a body from a lady who died under mysterious conditions. As a forensic, you are not letting strangers inside the morgue, but one of them is going too far to get your permission.

Pairing: Undercover!Sam Winchester x female reader.

Word count: 1.6k.

Warnings: smut, office sex, against the wall sex lol, sexual tension, p in v, unprotected sex, the dirty stuff, Dean being a dick (i love him he's a jerk).

GEN MASTERLIST!

taglist is here!

“I said no.”

“If you could just give a call to our boss he’ll–”

“Sorry, I need proper documentation so you can check that up,” you repeated yourself for the tenth time as you took some piles of documents from your desk to save them into the archive.

Dean, undercover along with Sam for this new case, sighed, trying not to lose it right there. You were so insistent on getting those damn documents signed before they could inspect the dead woman’s body, who got reported as having all her blood drained with no trace. Why wasn’t this working? They’ve done it hundreds of times already, and not even his personal charms were enough to let them get inside.

“So, my partner and I really need to see this. We know there’s another woman that died, same conditions, in less than twenty-four hours after this one was found,” Sam intervened and interrupted Dean’s thoughts.

You looked surprised as to why they knew about the other body as well.

“I don’t recall mentioning the next one they’re bringing in for an autopsy,” you replied, eyes falling on Sam as you crossed your arms on your chest.

Dean observed your gaze attentively falling on his brother, your demeanor seemed to change abruptly every time Sam talked. Even your voice sounded different.

“How do you know that?” you asked, ignoring Dean’s presence.

“We know because we’re authority,” Sam sternly said.

“Well, I am the authority here. So you can either leave or bring the document from your boss.”

“Of course, doctor,” Dean interrupted your stare contest, smiling as best as he could given the irritating feeling you just caused him. “We’re bringing that up soon, thank you for your time.”

With that, both of them left your office.

“Damn, she was annoying,” Dean said, saving up his badge on his jacket.

“Yeah, but I think I have an idea,” Sam agreed as they made their way to the car.

“So what? You’re gonna sleep with her until she agrees?” Dean chuckled, but when he noticed Sam’s eyes illuminating, he stopped grinning. “Oh…”

Sam went back to the morgue late at night. He hoped you were gone to inspect the bodies and get the reports, meanwhile Dean stayed back at the motel room to do some more research.

‘She’s a bitch’ Dean had said before his brother left, you really had hurted the charm in him. Sam found it kind of funny, though. Dean was so used to ladies swooning for him, and there were a couple of times those cheesy lines and non-chalant flirting had worked in tough times like this, but you weren’t buying it. So sneaking in was by far the best option he had.

Before starting the inspection on the bodies and making sure there was no one at the place, Sam made his way to your office to check on the autopsy files. The lights were still on but it was empty. He searched the last files, skimming and scanning information before taking pictures with his phone. He was almost done, saving them up in place when the door opened.

“Agent?”

God, he was so screwed.

Sam finished closing the drawer and turned back to get a look at you, standing at the door frame clearly mad at him.

“I hope you have the document I clearly asked for earlier today.”

“Uhm, this is very-”

“There’s nothing funny going on here, agent Harrison. Is that your real name anyway?” you asked as you approached him, until you were just mere inches away from each other.

He smiled as best as he could, ignoring your last question. Dean was right, you were a bitch. A bold one.

“You don’t understand, doctor. We can’t keep waiting for a piece of paper to make an inspection,” Sam replied as politely as he could.

“Probably, but it is protocol. I ain’t letting that slip away and risk my job just because two assholes are trying to hit on me to get access to the morgue.”

“We’re risking getting more people killed under this same pattern. Tell me, do you even care about them dying? We need to do something now, doctor, before it’s too late,” Sam started to raise his voice, but not to the point where he could sound angry. He was just being authoritative, exactly like you were with both of them before.

You flinched slightly when he raised his voice. He has started to think of the way you would react differently with him than with Dean. You clearly didn’t like his brother, but Sam was another story. Dean had obviously noticed that, and now Sam was seeing it too. Whatever you were feeling right now, could be cut by a sharp knife. Dean’s not so subtle idea was suddenly good, not that he didn’t think you were hot being all bossy and bitchy with them. He decided to give it a try.

Sam pulled you quickly for a desperate kiss. He swallowed a sweet moan of yours against his mouth, and towered you with his broad figure until you stepped back and you hit the cold wall behind you.

“What are you doing?” you asked between breaths when the kiss was over.

“Convincing you.”

He waited for an answer, but he got everything he needed to continue when you began to take off his jacket desperately, as if anyone could catch you inside the office in the middle of the night. Sam attacked your lips again, the kiss growing hot and wet as both explored your bodies, tracing patterns over your clothes you both were desiring to get rid of.

Sam barely could get your blouse unbuttoned and discharged your trousers after his shirt was gone. Your hand stroking his cock under his pants after unbuckling them, his lips sucking on the skin of your neck and long fingers finding your wet slit over your panties. You moaned, feeling one of his digits curling inside your walls, his breath hitching once your palm stroked him faster. You pulled him for a kiss, tangling your free hand on his long, soft hair as he grunted against your mouth. Both tasting each other’s sweet noises and savoring the heat building up in between.

He lifted you, your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressing against your cunt. He just pulled your panties aside, bare chest pressing against your own still covered by your bra. He lined up with your entrance and you gasped, feeling the tip of his cock splitting you. He became so eager, so needy, he didn’t give a shit to undress you properly, he got what he needed between your legs. You looked so hot like this, squirming and moaning as he filled you up completely.

“God, you’re so big- oh, fuck!” you breathed out.

Sam grinned. “So fucking tight… And cockdrunk already.”

He slammed his hips and quickly found the perfect pace to fuck you right through it.

He held you tightly against the wall, your pussy taking him so perfectly he would just cum right there. The quietness of the office dissipated. Moans, grunts and the obscene noises of skin against skin filled the place. Your hand buried on his scalp, pulling his hair just a little, feeling embarrassedly close to your orgasm. You couldn’t help yourself. Ever since the moment they walked in, he caught your attention, and you spent the whole afternoon daydreaming of a good fuck either way.

Sam pounded harshly, hips stuttering and giving harsh thrusts as he felt his climax building up, his cock twitching when your walls began to spasm around his length, fucking you over and over, until he spilled inside you. Soon, you followed and came hard as his finger rubbed your clit slowly. You pulled his hair harshly once you reached heaven, and he nipped your neck, grunting on your skin. You milked him completely until his thrusts were slower, and eventually stopped, still buried balls deep inside your pussy, pulsing and sensitive from the best orgasm you had in a very long time.

You remained there, legs tangled around his waist as you softened on his arms. His hot cum dripped down your thighs, and you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

When Sam cooled down from his high, he pulled out and helped you remain on your feet, your legs were still wobbly and he took some pride in your state. You shared an accomplice stare, and you knew you got yourself into some trouble.

“So… you still need my reports and check the bodies, right?”

Sam slammed an envelope on the table with a thud. Dean, looking away from the laptop, noticed a proud smirk on his brother’s face.

“Really? You banged the forensic?” he asked with a teasing voice and laughed. “Wow.”

“What?” Sam said, getting annoyed by his childish behavior.

“I knew she was eye-fucking you since we entered that office. Guess I wasn’t her type,” Dean got on his feet, taking the envelope. “Anyway, that is a pretty reasonable answer as to why she was acting so hostile with me, specifically. Good job, Sammy.”

Dean patted Sam’s shoulder proudly, like a father congratulating his son for winning a high school baseball game, and then walked away to lie on his bed, taking out the copy of the reports.

Sam would’ve liked for Dean to actually ask questions about the case, instead he spent the next hour or so teasing him for fucking his way to get access to a morgue. He took out his phone when a text came, ignoring Dean’s disgusting question of how sex was.

We have a new one. What the hell is going on?

He might have found a new ally on you for this.

Sam Winchester taglist:

@onlyangel-444 @feyresqueen @drasticemotions @stoneyggirl2 @whothefvckami

[erwinsvow]

i feel like bitchy reader is definitely bossy and demanding and a total princess but in private she’s sweet (still has that bad princess attitude😭) with rafe. like he gets her to a level where she softens.

omg! you get them! ♡

sprawled on rafe's bed with your open magazines and a bottle of pink nail polish—despite how many times rafe had told you to not bring that shit onto his bed—you've made yourself comfortable.

balancing your phone to your ear, you fan your nails with your other hand. one of your friends is on the other line, he can tell you're fed up with whoever it is, even more than usual, by the way you talk to her.

rafe walks in and watches the scene in front of him while you observe your nails and flip another page, dog-earing something that's caught your eye, something he's gonna be buying you soon if you don't buy it yourself first.

"who is it?" he mouthes when you finally look up.

"your stupid sister," you say back at a normal volume, not even blocking the speaker or muting yourself.

"hey! i heard that-" his sister's voice comes through the speaker.

"yeah, i meant you to," you reply, blowing on your nails.

"y'know she's downstairs, right?" rafe asks, though you don't answer, just roll your eyes while you ignore him and continue your conversation.

"anyways, stop chasing people. especially people lower than you. it's embarrassing, sarah."

"stop calling john b 'lower people'!"

"tell him to stop behaving like lower people then. it's not that hard. or maybe you should up your standards."

though he's a little confused by what you're saying, rafe goes back to focusing on the reason he came in here, opening up his laptop. you and sarah keep yapping back and forth, until you finally hang up.

you look up at rafe expectantly the second you hang up the call, but he's too focused on the screen to see you. you set aside the magazines, tightening up the nail polish bottle and setting it on rafe's nightstand carefully—you didn't need another fiasco like the time you spilled it everywhere.

but just like your boyfriend, you were too stubborn to listen to anyone but yourself.

"okay! i'm ready now," you say, sitting up against his headboard.

"ready for what?" rafe asks, still not looking up. you want to chuck the nail polish at him to get his attention, but you foresee it ending badly, settling on tossing one of the magazines instead. it lands with a thud by rafe's feet. "huh?" just confused, not angry, he picks it up and sets it down on his desk before looking at you.

"i'm ready to hang out now." for all your stubbornness, even the irritating way you fight with him and somehow always have a better comeback ready than he does, when he looks at you, it's hard to hold back a smile.

"what about twenty minutes ago when i was ready to hang out, huh?" you roll your eyes.

"oh, shut up, liar. you came to get your laptop."

"you don't know that."

"if you came to hang out, you would have come here and hung up the call." you say it matter-of-factly, looking up at him with an irritatingly pretty smile, the one reserved for when you're reading him for filth.

"shut up." he closes the laptop and makes his way to you anyways, but when you curl into his chest and get quiet for a moment, he has a hard time remembering what the two of you were even talking about to begin with.

and though you would never admit it, you don't either.

[sleepypanda27]

Distractions

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is bored filling out the paperwork. Luckily, you're there to distract him.

Words: 616

Once or twice a week, Bucky worked in his office to handle the paperwork. This was one of those days. You softly knocked on Bucky's half-closed door to his office. His eyes looked up from the pile of paperwork in front of him. Honestly, you thought he had fallen asleep. 

"Hey, Buck." You smiled, shutting the door and walking to his desk.

"Hi, doll." He stretched his arms above his head, leaning back in the chair. 

"I brought you coffee." You pecked his cheek and placed the mug on the desk, leaning against the table in front of him.

"Thanks." Bucky rolled his chair closer to you, placing his head in your lap, and wrapped his arms around you. "I'm gonna take a nap." You tangled your fingers in his hair, softly massaging his head with your fingertips. "Sweetheart," He hummed in contentment. "That feels so good." He almost moaned. 

Bucky pulled you in his lap, nuzzling in the crook of your neck. You giggled as his scruff brushed over your skin. 

"I love this shirt on you." You brushed your palms over his chest, stopping at the buttons and rolling them between your fingers.

"I don't know, I think it looks better on you." His hands slid up your sides. "Especially if you're not wearing anything underneath it." He smirked, looking into your eyes with mischief sparkling in his blues. "And I've had my way with you." 

You chuckled at his statements.

"Ugh," He sighed. "I have so many things to do. I need to make a training schedule for new recruits and sort out this pile of papers, but all I want to do is you." He smiled playfully. 

"I would love that, but we're at work."

"So?" He quirked a brow.

"What if someone comes in?"

"I still don't see where's the problem." While Bucky's hands found their way under your shirt, he leaned closer to your neck, placing a soft kiss. 

"Bucky," You gasped, giggling as he blew raspberries against your neck. You laughed as you squirmed away from him.

He wrapped his vibranium arm firmly around your waist and stood up with his free hand, sweeping the papers and stationary off the table. Thankfully, the coffee mug survived, staying on the table.

"Bucky!" You giggled as he seated you on top of the table. 

"Yes, dear?" He smugly replied before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. 

His stationary phone rang. He ignored it the first time. The second time it called, he pulled away to look who was calling so persistently. "Oh no, it's Tony."

"I'm not here." You whispered, catching your breath.

Bucky nodded, pressing a button on the phone console and setting it on the loudspeaker. "Yes, Tony?"

"I need Y/n." Tony's voice rang through the speaker, filling the quiet room.

"Sorry, but she's not here," Bucky answered in all seriousness, looking at you, basically undressing you with his eyes.

"Yeah, right." He chuckled. "Y/n, come to my office in five." Tony knew where to find you when you weren't in your office. Either you would be with Nat or Sam. But most frequently, he could find you with Bucky.

"Okay, Tony." You rolled your eyes, ending the call. Getting off Bucky's table and straightening your clothes, you spotted the thing you were coming for in the first place. "I'm taking this." Smiling, you took the invoice from the floor. "Tony approved buying the knives you wanted."

"How did you manage that?"

"It's like you don't know me at all. You can thank me later." You winked at him as you turned to walk away.

"Oh, darlin', already can't wait." He said as he playfully slapped your backside. 

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.  

Part 4

[bullet-prooflove]

I realise I might be picking from the wrong list, can we pick from any of the prompt lists of just the the most recent one?

May I please have, 5. There’s a rumor going ‘round about me and you

With Dean Winchester or Will LaMontagne, your choice.

Thank you 💗💗💗

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yourfellowmarzipan @daydream-wordflow @the-gotham-zone @solar-raccoon

There’s a rumour going around the precinct about you and Will. He hears about it when Stawaski asks him if he minds him taking a turn with that hot piece of ass up in Sex Crimes. Will nearly slugs the son of a bitch there and then because no one talks about his girl that way. The only thing that stops him is his partner Trudeau getting in between the two of them.

“Heard you nearly got into a fight in the breakroom.” You say when he stops by your desk at the end of the day.

It’s quiet up here tonight, everyone else has either gone home or is out on a call so it’s just the two of you illuminated by the light of your desk lamp because the fluorescents give you a headache. It still surprises Will how conscientious he is of that, of the accommodations you make for each other. He lists them off in his head.

He likes to sleep with the windows open and you need the lamp on in the hall. You can’t stand mushrooms in your food, and he prefers honey in his tea. There’s more, so many more and it’s just further proof of just how deep this thing between the two of you goes.

“The cat is definitely out of the bag.” He says as his ass comes to rest on the edge of your desk, his hands clasped together.

“Is that a problem for you?” You ask, closing the report you’ve been working on and Will shakes his head.

“Nah.” He says, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “I’m tired of sneaking around, it’s not us. We deserve to give this a shot, a real one and we can’t do that if we’re worried about whose going to find out.”

He pauses then because yea, it’s not a problem for him but he’s not the one whose going to be labelled as fair game for other cops. Frigid is what they call you behind your back because you refused to go for a drink with Diego, or spend the night with Quentin, he hates the fact it works that way but it does. The tide is already turning in the opposite direction, Stawaski is just the start of it.

You must see the concerned expression on his features because you raise to your feet, your hands slipping underneathe the confines of his suit jacket to rest on hips. He exhales then, because the feel of your hands on him, there’s nothing else like it.

“You worry too much.” You murmur, your lips brushing over his. “The two of us, we’re gonna be just fine.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’ve had this idea in my head where both reader and Scud work in the shop as a couple, and Blade has been putting them to work so much that they can’t find time for anything else, leaving Scud super needy! Also I don’t know if you’d be down to write any male readers but it’s so hard to find any 😭

UMM I’D LOVE TO START WRITING FOR MALE READERS TOO?? I used to do a lot of FxF and MxM when I started writing but I’m still new to x readers so this is gonna be a nice challenge PLUSS I still need to get better grounded with Scud

I’ve rewatched like all his scenes and realized he’s just a stoned, sassy, nerdy mechanic who definitely jerks off in the back of his van

May I offer anyone a plate of bottom Scud!? 🎀 If I was boy I’d fuck the actual brains out of him

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

If Blade gave you one more assignment to do, you were either going to kill him or yourself.

It felt like everytime you neared the end of another one of his grueling tasks, he came rounding the corner with another lingering on his tongue. You only stare daggers into his soul as he speaks it into the air.

Minutes turn into long hours in the shop, welding parts back together while having to mend and bend metals. You were nose deep in work, so much so that it left practically no time to stop and have a proper conversation, only ever going over to talk business and business only.

However, lord knows when you’ve got The Scudster hanging around, business talk is boring talk.

The first time you walked over to his station was in a hastily search of a torch gun, spotting it on Scud’s desk and swiping it off, not realizing he wss mid roll of a joint and swiftly knocking the herb onto the floor, hearing his cry of distress ring out behind you.

You had made a mental note to buy him another quarter the next time you got extra cash, but the thought was quickly burned away with a flick of the torches trigger.

Unfortunately, good work takes time and patience, which Scud does not have. He sits lounging in the chair with his joint, (real stoners smoke the weed off the floor) lazily clicking away on the computer. He thinks about you and how you’re just around the corner, loud clattering coming from your station.

Scud sighs to himself at first, he missed you. He missed you even though he could see a glimpse of your moving frame, which only made him miss you more. Scud sighs a lot louder this time, now growing antsy for some attention.

He wanted you to straddle his lap and tug his choker in the teasing way you do, taking big long drags from his joint before blowing them down into his throat. Scud rested his head in his hand, feeling his cock stir in his pants as he thought about you. He wanted you to ride him, or maybe he wanted to ride you.

Scud’s body started to tingle as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to you, running his hands up your shirt or even down your pants. He could feel his cheeks turning red as his cock twitched, feeling his pants start to tighten.

The door to the shop swung open, Blade striding in down the stairs obviously with another assignment for you. “Hey B!” Scud called out, hopping to his feet off the chair and stepping in front of the man.

“Josh.” Blade frowned at the male standing in his way.

“Look man can ya give Y/n a break? Whatever it is I’ll do it, just let him rest for an hour” Scud spoke in a low voice, knowing that if you overheard him you’d tell him that your fine and can handle it.

Blade analyzed him for a moment, glancing between Scud and you. “An hour. Both of you. Be ready for my return” When he swiftly turned and walked out, Scud silently pumped his fists in the air before practically skipping over to you.

Scud slams into you from behind, tossing his arms around you and plucking the joint from his mouth, exhaling the smoking into the space around you. “Hey there, handsome” He brought the herb up to your lips and snagged the torch gun out your hands, moving it off to the side and spinning your chair, straddling your lap.

You smiled up at him, feeling your pants start to tighten as you took a long, much needed drag from the joint. “Hey there, Sctud” He scoffed at the nickname, lightly shoving you with a playful smirk. “I get you a break and this is my thank you? How rude”

“I felt like I was gonna die! It never ended” You groaned, tossing your head back as you spoke around the smoke. Scud took the opportunity to dip his head down and mark up the bane skin of your neck, since you were flashing it all to him of course. He grinded against you, feeling your soft moan vibrate under his tongue.

Scud sucked and bit along the underside of your jaw, trailing up to your lips and watching as you took a deep drag, pulling Scud closer by the choker around his neck. Your lips crashed together, exhaling the smoke as Scud licked into your mouth. His hands cupped your face as he grounded his hips down, feeling you becoming increasingly harder underneath him. “I missed you” He mumbled against your lips, and adorned a dorky smile.

You brought the joint to his lips, moving your hands down to unbuckle both your pants. “I missed you too… how long do we have?” You freed your cocks and kept a steady hand on Scud’s hip as he shoved his pants further down, grunting when you wrapped your other hand around the two of you.

“An hour, been thinking about this all day” The stoner replied in a giddy tone, nibbling on his lip as you began to stroke your cocks from base to tip, purposely running your fingers more over Scud’s leaking head then your own. “Of course you have, boy liker” You huffed out against his lips, reaching back up to lock your lips together.

Scud stubbed the rest of the joint out and left it to be forgotten on the table, guiding your other hand up to his choker while rocking his hips against you. You drank up each others noises, feeling Scud’s vibrate under your fingers as you circled around the base of his neck, tugging the golden jewelry and swallowing his choked off whine. “C’mon baby, fuck me please”

You tightened your grip, focusing your strokes around the tips of your cocks. “I will, just not this second” Scud pouted and you kissed it away, moving to attack his throat. You sucked deep marks into the flesh, making sure to coat every inch of his pale skin in large red and purple love marks, some bites.

Scud moaned a little too loudly when you slipped a hand down to his entrance, teasing his puffy rim with your finger as you dragged your other hand back down to the base, increasing the pace this time as you ran back up to slick tips. You shushed him softly, pressing your forehead against his. “You wouldn’t want Blade to come see how much of a slut you are, would you?” Scud’s face bursted a tomato red, and his shook his head, cock twitching needily against yours.

“Please, please fuck me” He whispered, arms draped over your shoulders and the chair. “Just wait, I’m getting close” You teased, continuing to stroke both your cocks as Scud shifted in your lap. “Can’t you just finish inside me? Please?” At that, you slowed your movements, searching his eyes for a moment before spinning around in the chair, rising to your feet and turning Scud, formally bending him over the table.

His cheek smacked the table yet he landed with a groan, anticipation and need pulsating in his dick.

You spit a large puddle onto your finger, bringing the digits down to Scud’s hole and carefully pushing them in, listening for any sounds of discomfort. You gave him a moment to adjust, watching him squirm a bit before glancing at you over his shoulder. You leaned down to kiss him, giving him a small smile as you wiggled your fingers. “Good?”

Scud nodded, eyes lidded as he moved to lock his lips onto yours, moaning sweetly as you started to thrust your fingers. He stretched around you easily, greedily sucking you in when you made the move to slip a third finger in. You drank up every little whine and whimper that he made, scissoring the digits as you increased your pace.

“Mmh.. come on m’ready” Scud mumbled against your lips, slotting them back in place quickly. You pulled away from him once again, ignoring his whine of protest. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” You whispered, concern evident on your face. Scud kissed your worries away, blue eyes fluttering up to look at you. “I need you, like now”

With that, you pulled your fingers out of him, spitting on your cock and spreading it around, teasing his twitching hole with your tip. Unfortunately you didn’t have a lot of time, so your teasing didn’t last long as you started to ease into Scud, the stretch sending chills up his spine as he exhaled a moan.

Scud fisted his cock in his hand, whimpering into the the table when you started to slowly thrust in and out of him, giving him the time to adapt.

It didn’t take long, with as needy as he was his hole stretched easily around you, his breathing picking up speed underneath you.

You gradually started to increase your pace, gripping his hip with one hand while the other moved up to his hair, yanking back a fistful of it. Scud groaned, each snap of your hips sending his cock forward into his hand. “Harder” He nibbled on his bottom lip, body starting to heat up as spark flew through it. You pulled him back onto your cock by his hair, shifting a little to angle yourself. Scud choked back a high gasp when you pulled back and nailed his prostrate, electricity zipping through his entire core as you did it again.

“Is this what you want?” You set a grueling pace this time as you slammed into Scud, who had become a lot louder and more vocal. “Yes. Oh my fuck- God, yes” He stuttered out, eyes rolling back as his fingers curled into the table, other hand now rolling and thumbing his sensitive tip. Scud was practically flying off the edge now, mind going completely blank as stars danced in his vision, each hard snap of your hips sending him further into the bliss.

Being high off weed and pleasure was a great combination, Scud’s cries and moans now echoing through the shop was a sign of that. “You want everyone to come down here and see us?” You tugged his hair, and moved your hand down the loop your fingers around his choker, pulling it back and smirking at his strangled gasp. “Yes! Want ‘em to see me taking your cock” He was so lost that he couldn’t even touch himself anymore, his other hand coming up to grab onto the table as well.

“God Scud, you really are just a slut” You sped up even more, and Scud almost wanted to cry. “M’your slut, all yours” He babbled, wheezing softly as you pulled his choker even tighter, black dots starting to cloud his vision. He was so close, so very fucking close and every single thrust only sent him closer.

His head was so hazy, eyes fluttering as his mouth hung open, lips slick with spit as he choked out whimpers and gasps, your grip around his jewelry only getting tighter as you also got close, increasing the pace of your hips impossibly more and pounding directly into Scud’s sweet spot, high and breathlessly cries bouncing off the walls as her felt like the ground beneath him had been pulled out.

You fucked him through his orgasm, hips stuttering as his whole body shook, Scud’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his nails dug into the wooden table, dots and stars swirling around his eyes as his cock twitched and spasmed, ropes of white landing on the floor. You spilled your own release deep inside him, rocking against his prostrate for a few seconds longer before pulling out, breathing heavily.

Scud remained over the table, grunting softly when you hitched his pants back up and bent down to kiss him. “Good?” He nodded, goofy smile plastering across his face. “Great. Lets finish that joint” Scud raised himself up on his forearms, moving to capture your lips in one last kiss before glancing down around the table, frowning slightly. “Fucking great” You peered down, noticing the crumpled, balled up remains of the stubbed out joint, crushed under Scud’s upper half. “That was all I had left” He pouted, and before you could reach down to kiss it away, the door swung open.

“Alright loverboys, hours up, get back to work. Also, clean whatever that might be up” Blades voice boomed from atop the stairs, and you both flickered your gaze down to Scud’s cum glistening on the floor, embarassment heating both your cheeks. He was gone was quickly as he came, leaving the two of you to giggle and whisper in each others faces, over who would clean the floor. (Scud)

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[drghostwrite]

Could you do an Olivia Benson/daughter reader or Olivia Benson/ (romantic) reader?(or Arizona Robbins.)The topic being ED if you're comfortable with it! Maybe Olivia catches on a little late that y/ns been restricting/falling into an eating disorder and confronts/comforts them about it!!

Okay so technically I haven’t written anything exactly in this vein BUT we’re gonna try it and see what you think… also thanks for the idea and ofc it’s with the one and only Olivia Benson.

Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!reader (romantic)

Summary: you get the memo from above… though I wrote more as she catches early on BUT the reader has already started to cement in her ways.

******************************************************** 76 hours had gone buy…

76 hours of tears and frustration, tired eyes and strained muscles…

76 hours of phone calls and case files, pictures and reports scattered on the desks before you…

Olivia smiled sympathetically at the sight before her, you were sat at your desk head leaned forward onto your arms that were crossed shielding your face as you slept, case files lay flustered around you…

This case was taking its toll and she could tell, you weren’t sleeping right, waking up at night, tossing and turning in bed, you were determined and that meant that you probably weren’t taking care of yourself either and it killed her to see you like that…

You felt as a hand softly rubbed your back, pulling you back to reality, you sat back slowly rubbing tired eyes.

“Olivia… Hey…” you said, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you squinted up at her. She looked down at you and smirked slightly seeing the redness in your eyes, she knew you were exhausted.

“Love I think it’s time…”

“for?” You asked.

“for us to go home…”

“I-I can’t I’m so close…”

“Y/N you’re exhausted…”

“I’m fine…”

“No you’re not you’re exhausted…”

“Olivia…”

“Okay, then when’s the last time you showered or even ate…”

“What?”

“Y/N I don’t think I’ve seen you take one bite since the start of this case…”

“and what’s that matter to you?!”

she looked at you pain plaguing her features.

“how long has it been going on?”

“what?”

“how lo mg have you been struggling with eating?”

“I don’t know, why?” You said rubbing your hands angrily over your face.

“It’s not healthy, beating your body up like this is not good for you.”

“and how would you know what’s good for me?” You said pointedly. Immediately she drew back and you realized what you had said.

“Because I love you… even when you treat me like that… I still love you.” She said and turned towards her office.

“wait im sorry… i didn’t mean it… I-I just want to figure this out…”

“I know and that’s what makes you a great agent but you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“I-I ca-can’t…” you said tears starting to run down your face. She came back towards you and pulled you into a hug, you stood sobbing in her arms… all the frustration and anger the fear and worry, it all hit you at once and you just let it out in her arms.

“Y/N I love you no matter what you know that and I will stand by you and help you but I can’t watch you kill yourself over this job… I will fight for you but if this has been going on for awhile then we need to get you help.”

“I don’t need…”

“Y/N please…” you looked up into her eyes as she studied your features and slowly but surely you nodded in agreement.

“okay, but…”

“I’ll walk through this with you… all of it, I love you Y/N.”

“I love you to.” You says and you leaned up to kiss her, to during the night Busch at your house talking to her and explaining everything, she helped to get through it and thankfully stuck by your side through the good and bad days… never once making you question if she would leave.

[raindduks]

earned it

p a i r i n g :: toji x reader

g e n r e :: smut, pwp, afab reader

w a r n i n g s :: slight primal play, slight dub-con, being robbed, mentions of gun violence, minimal police, toji likes to bite

s u m m a r y :: It was supposed to be a normal day. A normal day, with a normal, boring trip to the bank.

How the hell did you end up in the back of a bank robbers car with his head between your thighs?

w o r d  c o u n t :: 5.2k

a / n :: cross posted on ao3, ive never written smut before so please go easy on me. if you've seen a fic similar to this, a friend and i used the same idea to create two fics (tho i think hers is only on ao3).

m i n o r s d n i

Today wasn’t supposed to go like this. 

You were just supposed to grab some money from the bank to pay a couple bills, head home, maybe grab yourself an iced coffee on the way back. Work a bit. Shower? Hell, maybe you’d finally open that nice bottle of Pinot Noir you got for your birthday. 

“Don’t look so scared, sweetheart.” 

The cold tip of a gun presses harder against your ribcage, its owner leaning over you in such a fashion to hide it. His arm drapes over your shoulder, whispers falling in hot breaths on your ear. The pair of you take a step forward. The teller is focused on another customer currently; you don’t think she’s noticed your predicament quite yet.  

“You gotta look at least somewhat happy about this, or else the teller won’t cough up the cash.” He leans in further, squeezing you to his side. “If that happens, well.. You certainly won’t be leaving here alive.”

Deep breaths. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, threatening to destroy this whole charade in an instant. You don’t doubt the credibility of his threat. This man is clearly confident that this ridiculous idea for a robbery would work to begin with - seriously, in broad daylight, no mask, in a skin-tight black t-shirt and baggy jacket - why wouldn’t he be willing to cut down a few people in his way? No need to ponder it further as your ‘companion’ wipes at your eye. A surprisingly tender gesture, all things considered. 

“Awh, am I really that bad?”

Does he want an actual answer? 

It doesn’t matter now, it’s your turn at the desk. 

“Hi, how can I help you today?”

You force on the best smile you can manage, trying to keep your voice light and gentle. 

“I’d like to make a withdrawal, please.” The teller doesn’t make any indication that anything is awry. 

“Certainly. I’ll need your card and ID please. Which account did you want to withdraw from?”

Your companion steps in as you pull out your ID and card to hand over. “Savings please. We’re headed out on our honeymoon and wanted to make sure we had everything for the trip.” You nod, sliding the cards across the countertop.

The teller’s smile falters just a bit, but you’re hoping he sees it as some sort of surprise at being addressed by someone else, rather than the obvious. She continues with a small huff, “Well, I will need confirmation from the account holder after I make a copy of the ID. It seems the ID we have on file has expired, so I’ll have to make a new one for our system. It shouldn’t take more than a moment. ” Before either of you can protest, she’s turned away and headed for the scanner behind her. 

Toji - you think that’s his name, he mentioned it briefly when he cornered you outside and threatened you - leans in. The gun presses almost under your rib cage at this angle. “You’re gonna have to ask about the unmarked bills. I don’t think she’s buying this whole honeymoon bit.” The teller still has her back to you, working on scanning your ID. You can’t see her hands at all. 

She’s all smiles when she returns to the counter. She hands you your ID and card, but keeps her hands on the countertop. She makes eye-contact with Toji. 

“Alright, how much would you like to withdraw?”

He answers before you can. “All of it.”

“Please.” You chime in - “And can we, uh, can we get that in unmarked bills? The vacation is…international.”

You hesitated in your lie. The smile falters - both hers and yours. 

“Of course. I’ll get right on that.”

The teller leaves again, this time to grab the cash presumably. She’s gone off to another part of the bank. You want to relax, but you aren’t alone here. Toji keeps the gun pressed against your ribs - he must be practiced at this, considering how long he’s kept it up - and lets his lips ghost the outer shell of your ear. 

“Be more confident next time. We gotta look like a normal, happy couple here.”

You don’t tell him that most normal people don’t ask for unmarked bills in any situation. It’s practically the biggest red flag you could give at a bank besides actually pointing a gun at the teller.

 “Ya know, I don’t really like one-sided conversations doll. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” His voice is light as ever, casual even.  Conversing with the person robbing you of all you have isn’t exactly what most normal people do either. Maybe you aren’t destined to have a normal day. Who are you kidding, any chance of that disappeared when you decided to go to the bank. 

“There’s not… a lot going on in my head right now. Besides the obvious.”

“The obvious?”

“Not dying.” You don’t know what gave you the gall to say some stupid shit like that until he chuckles. It’s not loud, but it sits deep enough in his chest to make him ease up on the pressure of the gun against you.

“‘Course. The obvious. Anything else? I’m looking forward to our ‘honeymoon’.”

This time you turn to actually look at him. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when you first encountered him, a little too preoccupied by the gun pointed in your face. He’s quite attractive, with green eyes and shaggy black hair. The scar over his lip is still somehow eye-catching, and you aren’t sure you want to know where he got it from. 

You ask anyway. 

“Where’d you get that scar from?”

He seems almost surprised, which is fair. You aren’t sure you have any sense of self-preservation left. He considers your question for a second before just smirking and responding  - “It’s a long story.”

The teller re-enters your line of sight.

“Looks like our friend is back.” He whispers, continuing much louder when the teller returns to the counter. It’s only been a couple of minutes, but still you feel like she’s been gone much longer. “All done? We’re in a bit of a rush.”

She hands you at least four envelopes filled to the brim with bills. “Of course sir. I hope the two of you have a lovely honeymoon.” You are actually kinda impressed your savings managed to fill up such space. Simultaneously, it hurts knowing all that work will be gone as soon as you walk out of the building. Toji grabs the money from you, stuffing it in the pockets in his oversized pants. 

“Thanks, you’ve been a big help doll.”

You can’t tell who he’s addressing. 

The pair of you walk out of the bank, and towards the parked cars. 

“You did good back there sweetheart. Now you know the rules, you can’t tell anyone about what happened here tonight, clear?”

“Crystal.”

It’s almost over. This nightmare can end. 

And then you hear the sirens. 

They’re far enough off to not be an immediate threat, but you’re working ona very limited time frame now. Toji doesn’t hesitate as he practically throws you into the backseat of his car.  “Guess you and I are goin’ for a little ride.”

“Wait-!” The doors are closed before you can get a word in edgewise. He’s inserted himself in the front seat and started reversing out as you right yourself in the backseat. The sirens sound closer and he speeds off towards the highway as a couple of cop cars round the corner. 

The chase is on. Toji doesn’t seem phased, weaving in and out of traffic with practiced ease. You, on the other hand, are being tossed around in the backseat as he swerves, struggling to get your seatbelt on. The two of you make it to the service road unscathed, four cars hot on your tail. The sirens have made traffic practically grind to a halt, drastically slowing your progress. Groups of cars block your path, and road spikes make entering the highway nearly impossible. 

“Hold on princess, we’re taking a shortcut.”

You frantically grab the door handle, trying to keep yourself stationary as he jumps the curb to get around a roadblock. A car comes barrelling straight at you as you finally manage to secure your seatbelt. It’s not a direct collision - barely knicks the back bumper - but it’s enough to smack your head against the window. 

Hard. 

By the time you come to, it’s dark outside and you’re far, far out of town. 

“What the hell… Hey, where are we? Weren’t we being chased by cops?”

Toji looks at you in the rearview mirror, a smirk pulling at the edges of his scar. 

“Have a nice nap sweetheart?” He immediately pulls off onto the side of the road. You suppose you’re lucky he didn’t dump you sooner. He opens the driver door and hauls himself out of the front seat. 

“Stellar, thanks for... asking. Hey. Hey! Where the hell are we? What’s going on?” Unfastening your seatbelt, you try to scramble away as he walks around the car to the far door - the one facing away from the street. A hand closes around your ankle, and with a hard yank, you are flat on your back staring up at the man now blocking your best route for escape. 

“Does it really matter? I have no more use of you. So your time is up.” He’s planted one forearm on the top of the doorframe. Moonlight spills in behind him, highlighting the outer corners of his face. Radiant light from the tail lights leaves his left side illuminated in red.

“You’re just going to leave me here?!” You pull yourself onto your elbows, slightly ashamed of the heat that spiked in your gut from being manhandled.

“What’d you expect, doll?” He holds onto the edge of the frame as he leans in, planting an arm right next to your head. “Didja think you’d that I’d just drop ya off somewhere you’d be sure to get back safely? Leave a witness behind?” His eyes are wide open, opposed to the somewhat droopy look they’ve had up until this point. You can’t bring yourself to look away.

“I-I-No-I just -” Your face flushes at his proximity. If he wanted to kill you he would’ve done it a long time ago. He’s had ample chances - shooting you after he got the money or throwing you out of the car while possibly concussed, just to name a couple. If he truly wanted to kill you, and he waited until you thought you were safe to do so - then he would be truly evil. The idea of accidentally smartass-ing your way into an early grave has you tongue-tied.

Toji laughs. It’s not a pleasant sound, full of malice and mockery. He leans back a bit, eyes returning to their normal, aloof state as he takes a slow, considering look down your body. Your skin burns wherever his gaze passes over. You’re acutely aware of how this position makes your chest more prominent, how your legs are spread on either side of his on the outside of the car, how the heat from before never really went away but has instead continued to grow throughout this interaction. 

“Well, since you’ve been so good this far, I’ll be nice. Leave you a little somethin’ to remember me by.”

He lets go of the hood, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you upright into a brutal kiss. He bites at your lower lip, and you gasp. His tongue is long and presses into your mouth at the opportunity. He tastes like mint gum - he must’ve had some while you were out. Your arms find purchase on his shoulders, digging your fingers into his hair. Toji’s hand is warm on your lower back, pressing you up against his chest. 

Toji pulls away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you for a second before he dives towards the crook of your neck. His lips press against your pulse, teeth briefly nicking the skin there, a spark of electricity settling just beneath the area. His tongue flattens against your cheek as he licks one broad stripe from your jaw down to your collarbone. Again, he nips at you before retreating just enough to blow on the wet skin. The sudden chill sends a shiver down your spine, amplifying the heat pooling at your core. 

You instinctively attempt to clench your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction or relief, only to be stopped by his legs between yours. He bites at the base of your throat, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. Nothing about Toji is gentle, and despite the alarm bells sounding in your head at this whole situation - you can’t help the strangled yelp that escapes you. 

You feel his devilish grin before you see it, the air sucked out of the car as he pulls away from his position marking up your neck. You can’t even pretend to ignore the flash of heat running through you at the dangerous spark in his eyes. Fuck the wine at home, you think you could get drunk off the feeling of him looking at you like a predator closing in on their poor, helpless prey. Maybe that wasn’t too far from the truth. 

He runs those hungry eyes over every inch of you, moving his hands to your waist. In one swift motion, Toji yanks you to the edge of the backseat - your lower half almost entirely out of the car. He wastes no time hauling your legs over his shoulders and begins to leave wet, open mouthed kisses up towards your aching cunt, heat from his breath doing nothing to cool down the fire burning in your gut. He mouths over your clothed core a couple of times, piercing eyes not leaving yours for an instant. Running his fingers along the waistline of your pants, he hooks his fingers under just enough to find purchase on both your pants and panties and practically rips them down your legs. 

Toji hovers over you for just a second. The cool night air settling over your exposed sex makes you squirm in his hold, his eyes more chilling than the night itself. In the soft red glow of the tail lights, he makes one more command. 

“Be as loud as you can. There’s no one out here to hear you but me. I don’t want you to hold back.”

He settles further between your legs, elbows on the seat and forearms thrown across your thighs as he positions himself in front of your cunt. Rather than give you what he knows you want just yet, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the plush skin of your thigh. It hurts - the bite, the chill, the sensation of him sucking at your skin - and you arch up instinctively. Slamming your hands into the seat, you just about scream. Eyes shut, trying and failing to hold back tears. After the initial bite you fall back onto the seat, panting and whining at the continued sensation. You frantically try to tug at his hair, to pull him off of you, while attempting to move out of his iron grip. Truly, those muscles aren’t just for show. He seems almost emboldened by your attempts. 

Satisfied with the dark, defined bite mark on your thigh and the tear trails adorning your cheeks - he turns his attention to your forgotten cunt and buries his face in your pussy, the bridge of his nose nudging at your sensitive bud. It’s sloppy, it’s rough, it’s messy in a sort of perfected, practiced way. Every minute movement sends jolts of arousal up your spine that bury themselves in your stomach. You rock your hips against him as best you can with his arms still pinning you down. He licks a long hot stripe up your cunt, flicking his tongue at the top of the motion. Always one step away from truly sending you over that cliff. 

You think he’s trying to drive you crazy.

“Please…” 

A pathetic whine. You don’t even know what you’re pleading for - more? For him to stop playing around with you? For him to touch you? To play with your empty, empty cunt? More, more, always more. It might be the headache, it might be the man between your thighs, either way you can’t think straight anymore. You need something more. There’s a deep ache twisting inside you - and you’re pretty sure only the dark haired man in front of you can unwind it. 

“Please what? You know how I feel about one-sided conversations sweetheart.”

The words are muffled as he speaks them against your clit. He punctuates by wrapping his lips around the small bud and sucking on it for a brief moment. Your body jolts with each one, hips bucking.

“I need -  I need more… Please…” 

“More? Like…” One arm lays across your lower stomach, elbow under one hip and fingers splayed out across the other. He maintains his iron grip as he runs a single finger down your slit - collecting the juices before dipping one finger into your heat. He pushes up to the third knuckle, taking just a moment before retreating and slowly circling your clit. 

“Like that?”

You nod furiously, propping yourself up on your arms again. “Yes, yes, please more…” You can’t even bother with shame anymore.

He huffs out a chuckle, “Greedy little thing.” Toji returns his mouth to your clit, roughly plunging his finger back into your cunt. Pleasure blossoms through your body, unfurling its flaming tendrils into your muscles. Moans, whines, breathy half-sounds tumble out of your mouth,  your cunt clenching around his finger as he works you open with one finger, and then another that  presses upwards to find that small spongy spot that would bring the stars into the backseat with you.

Toji fucks his fingers into you as he suctions his lips around your sensitive bud. The heat building in your stomach is on the verge of bursting. 

“A-ah, I’m s’close…” You struggle against his hold again, aching to ride his face and fingers to completion. 

But it seems Toji has other plans. 

Almost as soon as those words leave your lips, the black-haired man quickly removes his fingers from your core. The night air hits your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing. You whine - what the hell?! You start to complain about your denied orgasm, but one look at Toji has any frustrated words dying on your lips. 

He looks positively feral. 

The scar over his lips glistens with the combination of spit and your juices. Teeth bared in a manic grin, his canines catching the light ever so slightly before a long, pointed tongue slips out to gather all remnants of you from his lips and fingers. His pupils are blown wide, hair mussed on the sides where it pressed against your thighs. Toji rises back up to his full height, towering over you in the car. You’d forgotten for a moment you should be scared of him. He doesn’t break eye contact. 

Your heart rate picks up significantly, the adrenaline that should’ve been present since he first grabbed you outside the bank finally making its debut. It must show on your face because the crazed look on his face only seems to intensify. What the hell were you doing? This was ridiculous! This man just robbed you of your life savings and here you are letting him eat you out! He could kill you - he still might after he’s finished with you! 

None of these revelations have remotely tempered the sheer arousal coursing through you.

You start to move away from him. Prey realizing too late that they’re already trapped in the predator's jaws. 

“Oh no ya don’t.” He yanks you back towards him by your ankle. “Can’t back out now, doll. That wouldn’t be fun for either of us.” He grabs your arm, hauling you out of the vehicle into the night. You stumble a little as your feet hit the ground. You spot your pants laying a few feet away, acutely aware of your current state of undress compared to his. Toji hardly gives you time to find your footing before pressing his lips against yours once more. You’re more prepared for this kiss this time- pushing your chest against his and winding your arm around his waist. Teeth clashing, lips bruising at the intensity. Before was messy, full of spit and the slightest gentleness. This? This was no less than Toji claiming you as his own. Another treasure to be had, rich lands to be conquered. He towers over you, placing one hand up under your jaw to tilt your head upwards for ease of access. 

He puppets you in the kiss, pushing and pulling as he moves you away from the open door towards the side of the trunk. You chase his lips, trying to keep an idea of where the car is with a hand following the frame. He pulls away once he’s got you up against a more solid section, and with a hand on either hip he spins you to face the car. You don’t have much time to process the sudden move before he presses himself against your back, warmth radiating through the fabric of your top a stark contrast to the cold metal beneath you.

One thick, calloused hand runs up under your shirt towards your chest - the other slowly moving over your hip towards your slick pussy. Toji presses his face against the crook of your neck, breathing over the exposed skin. You feel fully encased in him, a thought both comforting and terrifying. As with everything else, he doesn’t wait. One finger runs up and down your slit, playing once more with your clit while the hand under your shirt pinches your nipples through your bra. It doesn’t take long for small pants and whimpers to fall from your lips again as he works you back up towards that high. 

He presses two fingers back into your velvet cunt, surprisingly gentle as he works you open once more. His other hand unclasps your bra, allowing it to fall forward enough to comfortably take your breast into his hand. His teeth graze your neck and he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You whine, rolling your hips forward against his palm. 

The superheated knot in your core hardly has time to redevelop before he again leaves you empty and aching. You throw your head back, resting the side of your face against his hair. You try to press back against him, whining at the loss of his fingers. 

“Please….”

“Please what? Do you know how to say anything else?” He nips at your jaw, his voice positively dripping with the amusement plastered over his features. 

“Please stop playing and just fuck me already!”

This may not count as smart-assing your way to an early grave but it is certainly close.

Toji grins against your skin - “Greedy.” - and bites at your ear. His hands disappear from your body, but his mouth remains glued to the side of your neck. He sucks a small mark in the skin under your ear. You hear the rustle of fabric as his tongue traces over the bruise and down the curve of your jaw. The next moment he’s pressed back against you, obvious bulge pressed squarely against your ass. You try to reach behind, return just a bit of what he’s given you tonight - but Toji’s hands are already pressing your front down into the side of the trunk. One hooks under your thigh just slightly, spreading your feet apart just so. The cold air brushes like hot fire against your skin as he moves away.

You turn your head to the side, not wanting to take your eyes off of him.

One hand lazily strokes his cock, tall and proud, precum catching the light from the tail lights. He’s immersed in their red glow, raven hair mussed against the night sky. 

“This is what you wanted, right doll?”

You wet your lips ever so slightly. You nod. He tuts. 

“We talked about this.”

“Yes! Yes I-ah-I want this.”

He smirks and presses himself back against you. You feel the head of his cock nudging at your folds, dragging through your slit to gather some of the wetness there. His left hand grips your hip, fingers digging into the plush skin. The head catches ever so slightly on your seeping hole on each drag. Toji continues for only a moment more before positioning himself right against your entrance. 

With a small kiss to the nape of your neck, he pushes in. 

You feel like you’re being split open. He’s much longer than you realized - pressing against your cervix before he’s even bottomed out. The girth is just enough to stretch, filling you so deliciously. You hardly get a moment to adjust before he snaps his hips up into you. He presses his length fully into you with each thrust, pushing you forward with the sheer force behind them. As with everything tonight, his thrusts are rough and calculated. Bruising. Even when he’s mostly out of you, the throbbing sensation of your cervix being battered remains. It takes everything in you to remain upright. You cry out with each thrust, hands frantically trying to keep you steady on the smooth metal. You rock back against him as best you can, further amplifying his already bruising speed. 

The pace steals the air from your lungs, tightening around your core and leaving you panting against the car frame. Every inch of you burns with a passion and intensity you could hardly even fantasize before. The feeling of him stretching you open, the stars faintly twinkling in the distance, the mild ache from your now neglected clit, all burns their way into your muscles, taking up home in your memories. You want to close your eyes. You don’t want to miss the slight contortions of his face as he thrusts up into your slick heat. You need to focus on what you’re feeling. You want to lick at the sweat building at his brow, to inhale him into you. 

God, you are one depraved individual. 

A baser side of you takes over, finally letting your head fall to rest against the metal. A litany of incoherent, half-baked thoughts cross your mind and tumble out of your mouth. The knot in your stomach returns. He repeatedly snaps you back against him, the iron grip on your hips guaranteeing a new set of finger-shaped bruises in the morning. Toji readjusts his angle just slightly - enough to find that spot deep inside that steals your vision from you with each thrust. You choke out a garbled moan, and you miss the unsettling grin of a hunter that’s found its mark. 

He pushes you fully against the car, front resting nearly on top of the trunk with his body pressed firmly against your back. One hand snakes down towards your clit, while the other hooks up under your thigh to allow him full access to your poor abused pussy. He rests his head on your back, right at the curve of your shoulder blade. 

“Come on sweetheart, you’ve been so good for me this far.”

A calloused finger rubs circles on your clit. He nails your g-spot with nearly perfect precision. Your cunt flutters around his cock, the knot building and tightening with his attention.

“Give this to me. Remember this - ” a particularly rough thrust draws a cry from you “ - and who it was that made you feel like this.” He bites down onto the skin at the back of your neck, and combined with the finger on your clit and the thrusts against your cervix you can’t find it in yourself to hold on any longer. You’ve already given so much to him - your money, your body, your self-respect - you might as well give him a permanent home in your mind and fantasies. You think you’d probably give him anything if he asked for it. The tension building in your core finally bursts, flooding your senses with its white hot pleasure. You scream, shaking and clenching around him as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. You lean into the overstimulation, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure wracks through you in bursts. At the top of one of those bursts, Toji groans and snaps your hips back one last time to fully seat himself within you. Hot spurts of cum fill you, so much that it begins to leak out around the base of his cock. 

The two of you don’t move for a moment, allowing the heat to settle and dissipate. Toji rests against you, one hand idly rubbing your side. If you weren’t almost entirely on the trunk you probably would’ve fallen to the ground by now. Every inch of you feels light and unreal. You start to focus on bringing yourself back down to reality; Toji pulls out and moves away from you. The night air on your back is refreshing, giving you something real to grab onto. Once you start thinking too hard about what just happened, you’re flooded with abject shame. 

This man just robbed you of your life savings and… you had (mind-blowing) sex with him?! 

You roll onto your back, groaning at the realization. You are quite possibly the stupidest person to ever exist. Or at least the stupidest one at this exact moment. How the hell were you going to get home? He already said he wasn’t just going to drop you off! Fuck - 

Toji pulls you out of your shame spiral, pressing a bundle of cloth - your pants probably - into your arms. 

“Ah, t-thanks.”

He’s fully dressed already, though it wasn’t like he took off much of his clothing to begin with. There’s a small piece of fabric hanging from his pocket, and you realize with increasing shame that it’s your panties. He notices you eyeing it and only smirks before fully hiding it in his pocket. 

“A souvenir. From our little… honeymoon.” You aren’t willing to focus on that any longer, instead electing to get your own pants on - sans proper undergarments. “Well doll. It was nice knowin’ ya.” 

Oh shit. 

Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck - he’s actually going to kill you now. Your heart races and you brace yourself against the car. You open your mouth, fully prepared to plead your case - I won’t say a word, this never happened, please just let me go - as Toji reaches into his other pocket. You want to cry. This has all been too much. He pulls out an envelope - one of the ones the teller at the bank gave you with your savings inside - and takes out a couple of bills. 

Toji wrenches your hand away from the car, and presses the bills firmly into your palm. He even makes sure to close your fingers around them. 

“Get a cab or somethin’. Don’t want ya wandering around too late. ”

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, staring dumbly after his figure as he walks around to the driver’s side. You try to process the absolute rollercoaster of emotions that was the past couple of minutes, but by the time you realize what’s happening Toji is already starting the car. You frantically feel your pockets - 

“Hey! W-Wait!”

He doesn’t.

“Wait, jackass! My phone’s in there!”

[carnivorousyandeere]

Ok since we're feeling poly and non-smut so reader giving EXTRA TRIPLE love and affection for the babies - Erik and Thorn on V day?

I love you anon 😭🫶 thank you for being patient with me and the lack of good smut lately (/p /gen)

Together:

The Prof’s not the most romantic person in the world, and honestly, Thorn isn’t either. Erik would rather go for one of his usual dates (staying at home while drinking wine, going to an opera, ballet, or classical play) than plan something special for Valentine’s. Thorn would also rather go for one of her usual dates (roller skating, mall crawling, hanging out at the arcade, smoking weed together). They absolutely hate each other’s date ideas. The only thing they’d have in common is you, so they’d begrudgingly form a truce to plan something everybody can tolerate. They end up deciding to take you out to eat.

It’d be a miracle if they didn’t start fighting during the date, but if they make it through, the night could end with the three of you falling asleep cuddling (you in the middle because they both get the ick at the thought of touching each other affectionately), or it could actually end up in a threesome (with Thorn and Erik still fighting over you).

It’s like trying to get two very angry cats to learn how to live together. The fact that you’re so sweet, giving them so much love and attention equally really helps. The more verbally and physically affectionate you are with them the whole day, the better behaved they end up being.

Thorn:

Decks herself out in a bunch of candy necklaces and bracelets, and puts some on you, too. Grabs your hand and takes you away from whatever your original plans were for the day (preparing a surprise date for her 💀). “Today’s the day!” Her eyes shine with determination. “I’m gonna fuckin win you that giant teddy bear from the arcade!” It was not the day. You go home without a teddy bear, and Thorn pouts the whole way home. She pauses at all the half-finished decorations at your place. “W-what’s all this?”

You feel your face grow warm with embarrassment. “It was for you… but I wasn’t sure if you’d like it…”

You barely get the chance to finish the sentence before Thorn launches herself at you, wrapping you in a hug so tight you think your ribs might crack. “For me?!” She shakes you back and forth, overwhelmed with excitement. She stills eventually, burying her head in your shoulder with a sigh. “This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Erik:

Would’ve forgotten it was Valentine’s if it weren’t for their students getting on their nerves asking if they can cancel class for the holiday, or at least get less homework.

They scoff at the idea and try to avoid thinking about Valentine’s Day, and to think about you with it. Sitting at their desk, chin in their hand, grumbling to themself. Surely you don’t need some cheesy date and gaudy gifts to feel secure with him…? But he feels increasingly agitated the more he thinks about it.

Erik buys you a single rose on their way home.

They’re surprised to see a table set for two complete with rose petals, candles, and champagne flutes. A swell of emotion rises in Erik’s chest, and they can’t tell if it’s painful or not. The thorns of the rose they’d bought for you dig into their palm.

Erik rounds the corner to the kitchenette, met with you in an apron, preparing a meal for the both of you. His throat is dry, too dry to greet you, and you’re frightened half to death when you turn to see him.

“E-Erik! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You laugh, and it’s the best sound he’s heard all day. If he were honest, they’d admit it was the best sound he’d ever heard in his life. “Now, go, go! You’re spoiling the surprise!”

You try to usher Erik out of the kitchen, only to spot his scratched-up hand. “W-what happened?”

Erik offers you the rose, and watches in a daze as you take the rose and put it aside, grasping his hand and fussing over him instead. You’re gently washing the wounds and placing band-aids over them when the smoke alarm goes off. “Oh, fuck, the dessert!”

Tag list: @hana-no-seiiki

[maochira]

Hello! I've been obsessed with your platonic writings and I have an idea, feel free to ignore it!

What if you tell either bachira, reo, sae, and maybe shidou, that you're aromatic, but yet also a helpless romantic. And you're kinda just sad you have all these cute date ideas, but you feel like you can never experience it.

So they just decide to take you on a platonic date to prove you wrong.

I LOVE THIS ANON IT'S SO CUTE AAHHH THANK YOU😭😭 I'm not aro but I'm a lesbian who's VERY platonically in love with Zantetsu so I'm gonna add him,, added Tokimitsu as well!!

Requests open! - current writing event - masterlist

Characters: Bachira, Reo, Sae, Shidou, Zantetsu, Tokimitsu

Tags: aromantic!best friend!reader, platonic dates, fluff

A/N: Writing these scenarios made me giggle kick my feet doing muffled screams smiling to myself SO SO MUCH

Bachira - Ikea date!

Bachira really wants you to feel loved and wants to make you feel special. He knows how much you'd love to experience all these cute scenarios you always talk about, but none of them ever sounded like something he could put his entire heart into. What mostly stuck in his mind were the domestic scenarios you imagined sometimes. and it gave him an idea. Bachira wants to surprise you, so he pretends he needs to get a new desk and wants your help to choose. Of course, you agree and go along. While you walk through Ikea, Bachira makes you sit down in one of those presentation rooms and starts acting out a scenario you once described to him, in oddly specific detail. It confuses you at first, but you play along and it ends up being a lot of fun. You do that in many more of the rooms, and even if it's silly and childish, knowing Bachira always paid so much attention to what you talked about makes you feel so loved. And even if it's just playing pretend, acting out some of your imagines scenarios makes you very happy.

Reo - shopping date!

When Reo notices you're having a particularly rough day, beating yourself up about how you'll never be able to experience all the cute things in your head more than usual, he decides to take you on a shopping date after school. And from the beginning, he calls it a platonic date. It confuses you a bit, since you've never heard of that before, but to avoid the rest of your day going downhill, you agree to his offer. Reo makes it very clear that he wants to spoil you by buying things that will bring you joy. At first, you hold back a little, but Reo keeps encouraging you to choose more. But because you don't want him to go out without anything for himself, you choose a bunch of matching things you can share with him. After that day, you never see Reo without the matching bracelet on his wrist.

Sae - cat cafe date!

Sae wants to prove to you, that you don't need the romantic aspect to feel so loved. And he's very serious about it. He wants to prove it to you with something special that you will definitely keep in mind for a while. He knows he wants it to be something typical like eating somewhere together, but he always thought there was something missing. It was a coincidence when he found out about the cat cafe in the next city, but he immediately knew it's where he'll be taking you. From the moment he invited you, to the moment you sit down in the cafe, you notice how serious Sae is about this. But the cute cats walking around, asking for his attention make him break the serious facade a little. Sae still acts like he usually does around you, but it's obvious how he puts more effort into making you feel loved by being more affectionate with his words. In the end, you not only feel happy from the cat lying and purring on your lap, but you also feel very loved by your best friend Sae. He definitely proved his point.

Shidou - concert date!

Shidou has never been good at comforting or giving advice, but he's always been there to listen to whatever is on your mind. Usually, he tries to lighten your mood with jokes, but he knows that won't improve anything in the long run. When Shidou finds out your favourite band is playing at a festival nearby soon, he immediately buys tickets so he can take you there. You're surprised by this and insist on paying him back, but he doesn't let you and explains it's his job to pay because he's the one taking you on a platonic date. This surprises you even more, since it's something you wouldn't have expected from someone like Shidou. You're overjoyed and thank him over and over. Both of you look forward to the concert, and it ends up being one of the most fun experiences you've ever had. During your favourite song, Shidou even gets on his knee and pretends to propose to you, which makes you laugh a lot.

(A/N: that last part is based on a thing my friends did at a concert we went to recently, hehe)

Zantetsu - late-night picnic date!

Zantetsu didn't plan to make it a late-night date. His original plan was to surprise you and take you to your favourite spot in the nearby park and watch the sunset together. But he forgot the time and arrived at your place when the sun was already completely set. Still, you're surprised to see him on your doorstep at such a late hour, especially because he's dressed so nicely. Zantetsu is extremely serious about this, that's why he even put on a suit. Zantetsu awkwardly explains his (new) plan to grab some food and drinks at a convenience store and do a late-night picnic in the park. Of course, you agree to it and get dressed in something nice as quickly as possible. You and Zantetsu have so much fun, you end up spending the entire night until sunrise in the early morning together. Sharing that sight with your best friend is a memory that always makes you smile when it crosses your mind.

Tokimitsu - boba date!

Tokimitsu has always hated to see you so sad over how you feel like you're missing out on something. And as your best friend, he definitely wants to let you experience at least a fraction of the thing you've told him about. Usually, Tokimitsu likes to plan things days ahead, so he can make sure nothing goes wrong. But when you ask him to get boba after school, the words "How about we make it a date?" shortly followed by a panicked "a platonic one, of course", slip out of his mouth. Tokimitsu immediately starts apologizing, thinking he crossed a line, but you tell him it's okay and you'd love to make it a platonic date. Tokimitsu always treats you very gently and is careful with you, but that seems to double during your boba date. He also makes sure to remind you to chew the tapioca/bite the popping boba properly, as he's afraid you'll choke on it. It's a bit cliche, but the cliche is what Tokimitsu wants to have you experience, so you share one drink with two straws. Even though there's nothing romantic about it, spending this time with Tokimitsu makes you feel very happy and loved.

[wawamouse]

Oz Rewatch 3: S5E03: Dream a Little Dream of Me

Storylines

Miguel gets out of the hospital, scores are settled according to Morales; Jaime Velez wants to join Miguel; Miguel tells him to kill Chico

Rebadow wants Brass to buy a lottery ticket for him

Brass talks to McManus

Jia Kenmin returns to Oz; has an interaction session with Cyril; Li Chen arrives at Oz; tension with O’Reilys

Redding and Morales make a deal

Schibetta wants to take revenge and move against the Aryans; Said refuses to held; Peter confronts the Aryans alone as it raped again

Penders tries to cash in on a favor from Glynn and is rebuffed

Keller returns to Oz and is placed in PC; Keller is being investigated for the college kid killings

Said continues to struggle with anger; interaction session with Schillinger; Said tells Omar not to talk to Poet; Said catches Omar buying drugs from Poet; expressing an interest in singing, Omar gets a singing lesson

Sister Pete group counseling, Augustus sad about divorce

Bikers go to kill Cloutier but are stopped; Cloutier appears to Hoyt as a vision and tells him to kill Kirk; Hoyt stakes him in the stomach with a cross; Cloutier vanishes; Hoyt confesses to several murders

Sister: I hate his tattoo so much. Me: Yeah, and that’s a real one, too.

Sister: Why would your guy not be happy about scores being settled? Me: ‘Cause he just wants to bother Miguel, that’s why. Sister: Why doesn’t he go fight the white guys? Me: ‘Cause he just wants to bother Miguel. Sister: It doesn’t make sense… Me: He just wants to bother Miguel.

Sister: No, not that! It’s going to be too dangerous— Miguel: Kill Guerra. Sister: SEE, I told you! …Who’s Guerra? Is that your guy Me: 😑 He’s not my guy… Sister: What, he belongs to the streets? Me: 😑

Sister: I think he’s going to buy the lottery ticket and win and then he’s going to keep it for himself.

Me: He’s doing that Asian bullshitting thing right now, don’t you think? Sister: Totally… Pretending he reflected, LOL… Playing the Buddhist angle...

Sister: “Li Chen”? How lazy can you be? (It's a pretty generic name)

Sister: Jia Kenmin… why’s his name like that? Me: Yeah, it’s kind of old-fashioned. It’s like Daddy’s generation of names… Sister: No, I mean, they say it the Chinese way… Me: Oh, I know! I was literally wondering about that the other day!

Sister: His hair looks so bad. Me: Yeah, the length really accentuates his hairline in a bad way. Sister: It’s medieval squire length…. Me: It’s not doing him any favors… It looks good short, though. Sister: It’s not short, though, is it?

Sister: Not the butt pop… His booty muscles… Me: His butt’s definitely up there in the rankings…

Me: I wonder what determines whether they use the sinks here or their cells. Sister: Yeah, I’d just use the one in my cell. Especially because that guy (Augustus/Narrator) said that you could get shanked in the shower if you turn your back.

Me: I wonder if they only did this singing plot line for him because the actor was in The Five Heartbeats… Sister: What’s that? Me: It’s a mini-series about like this fictional motown group… The guy who played Jefferson Keane is also in it. Sister: Oh, then they definitely did it because of that.

Sister: Why would they put him here to guard a civilian? What’s he gonna do if a prisoner gets agitated? Hobble over? He should be on desk duty. Me: He didn’t want to be on desk duty. Sister: So? They need to put him on it anyway. And if he quits because he hates sitting at a desk too much, then their problems are solved anyway. They don’t have to worry about a liability and they don’t got to pay anything, either, ‘cause he quit himself…

Sister: She gets way too involved with her patients, man…

Sister: He’s risen and he’s hiding in the laundry room.

Stray Thoughts

The apparent gang tattoo on Jia Kenmin’s hand just says “blood” btw

Sister: The have the guy in the wheelchair talking about his wife again and still nothing from the Muslim guy whose wife was also on the bus…

[thesecretbean]

the first i loves you in one of my Criminal Minds DR(i have many different ones)

Spencer Reid <3

For some background information, my name is Alison, Allie or Alice for short in this dr. She's a member of the BAU, she'd joined about 5 months before Elle left but she had pervious experience working with bau well she was working SNR(search and rescue) and when she was in the Sex crimes unit. This is taking place a bit after S2 EP15, when Spencer was having drug problems (Dilaudid). In this DR my love interest is Spencer Reid so yeah. This one was really difficult to go through in my dr but worth it. And I am writing it as me in my DR and with Spencer.

So I'm writing a sort of detailed version of how this went in my dr it's gonna be written in a fanfiction matter because I'm writing in the situation of my dr

TW! Drugs, slight mentions of overdose and death, alcohol

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It was a sort of cold fall night, everyone was wrapping up their business and finishing case reports. Derek had just finished his and so did Emily. Derek is a bit of a 'player' but is a genuinely sweet guy but him Alison aren't the closest. But with Alison and Emily they were a little bit closer but that's because of some past stuff and alot of Penelope dragging Alison and Emily to girls night outs. But besides that's the point they both walked over to Alison who was still writing another case report, she was taking on extra work after convincing Spencer to the rest of the day off because he seemed off and exhausted after the Tobias Hankle situation a few weeks prior. Which of course was reasonable. Spencer only did it because he really did need the rest for once, Spencer just didn't expect Alison to take the extra work he was planning to do.

"So Allie, me and Morgan were talking about going to get some drinks, you wanna come with us?" Emily asked well leaning over Alison's desk. "Maybe find someone to take you home tonight, blow of some of that steam?" Derek added with a wink. Emily rolled her eyes at Derek. "Ignore him were just gonna have some fun tonight, plus he's buying for us tonight" Emily smiles and motions to Derek.

Alison shook her head. "Not tonight guys...I have to finish this case report then I'm planning to make a quick stop at Spence's place to give him the things he forgot here then I'm gonna go home and water my plants... I'm not really in a drinking mood." She spoke softly as she quickly continued to write different things in the report. For the first time in the conversation she looked up at her coworkers "Or a 'find someone to take me home' mood either" she had mocked Derek's voice with a soft smile. "I do not sound like that" Derek looked offended and Emily just laughed and shook her head. "You guys have fun though" Alison spoke quietly. "Have a good night Allie" Emily said as her and Morgan walked off as Alison just waved.

After about 30 ish minutes hotch walked out of his office about to leave but sighed when seeing Alison still there. He walked over to her with a sort of disappointed look in a sense. Alison didn't even notice she was still writing the report as fast as she physically could. It was already nearing midnight after all.

"Alice, what are you still doing in the office? You never stay late." Hotch spoke sternly. Hotch was genuinely nice and sweet, once you crack the shell he had but he just didn't show his emotions the best but with the job it was understandable.

"hm?.. oh I took some extra reports today- I don't have anything better to do.." she spoke quietly, Hotchs stern gaze always gave her chills.

"your doing the extra work Reid was going to do aren't you?" Hotch asked with a knowing look as Alison sat quietly before sighing and putting her pen down. She nodded quietly.

"is it bad I'm that worried about him? I mean..." She paused "it's hard to explain but hotch for the time I've known him I've learned a lot about him...." she looked up at hotch "He's such a sweet person and after the whole Tobias Hankle kidnapped him he hasn't been the same.... which is understandable I get it I don't but it's hard to explain it's just so off..." she seemed to think for a second. "it's easy to tell he's been hardly sleeping and he doesn't eat much like previously when we'd all go out to dinner like the whole team he'd eat a normal portion now he eats a tiny bit, hes been easily agitated and he just has a look in his eyes.... a type of look I know all to well but I don't want to asume hes..." she lets out a shaky sigh. She hated talking about this. "and he's been acting weird sorta sometimes like he hates Em and I'm trying not to profile they way he's been acting too but I'm worried and-" she rambled slightly. Spencer was one of her closest and best friends. Spencer and Alison hung out a lot, they had a lot of common interests and they understood each other's stupid jokes. But when she rambled she was cut of by hotch speaking.

"it's not bad. It shows you care, even more then you'll probably ever admit to him," he paused slightly making it clear about what he was implying. "But that's Reid were talking about and practically all of us are worried. He works in a team of FBI profiler he knows we're worried. But the best we can do in be there for him and give him time for that when he's ready he'll talk to us and go back to his way of extra work." Hotch spoke calmly. "Now go home and get some rest, you need rest and to not worry as much as you do, reid will be fine." Hotch spoke calmly doing his best to help her from over worrying.

Alison nodded slightly "will do sir. And you should go home too." She spoke quietly as she started gathering her things including the stuff she was going to drop off at Spencers. She wasn't gonna just leave them there.

Alison fixed her hair back and grabbed her things and left the building setting Spencers things in the passenger seat and started her truck and began driving towards the whereabouts of Spencer's apartment. It near'd 1 am by now and it was beginning to rain.

She pulled into the parking lot of the building and got out taking the sweater and books Spencer left at the office with her. She had been to Spencers multiple times and often went with him after they both finished up at the office for movie nights, it was how both of them got close aside from making each other laugh in the office. It was to the point he gave her a key for the purpose of surprising him, bringing him things he may have forgotten or asked for she would use it especially when under the assumption that spencer was sleeping like in this situation.

Alison quietly unlocked the door and enterd and she heard a quiet sigh from the bathroom as she entered. She set the stuff in the kitchen counter before turned towards the cracked bathroom door. She walked over to it figuring she should let him now it was only her there. She knocked slightly on the wall. "Hey Spence, just want to-...." and do slightly to the old building the door opened more, revealing Spencer standing shocked staring back at her. He had a vial of Dilaudid, empty and syringe, still full held up to his arm.

They both just stared at eachother. Spencer was shaking due to shock.

"Oh.....Spence...." Alisons voice more gentle then expected as she stepped forward with a sad look on her face as she reached out to the syringe away from him.

Spencer didn't say anything back he just took a step back.

Alison took a step forward and while Spencer wasn't expecting it she pulled the syringe out of his arm, then began prying it out of Spencer's hand. It seemed like she done this type of thing before. His grip was strong as he asked her repeatedly to not take it away from him, she didn't listen. She got it out of him hands and threw it to the other side of the bathroom. Spencer attempted to go retrieve it only to be pulled back and into a tight hug, stopping him dead in his tracks. Spencer froze.

"Spencer... Please...you don't need it.. it-its a problem that you have to get over and i-i'm not gonna let you hype yourself on drugs.. I refuse to lose you in that sort of way.." Alison's voice was quiet, it was only loud enough for Spencer to hear faintly.

Spencer couldn't help but start to cry. He didn't expect anyone to ever find out let alone try to stop him. He sank down to the ground, Alison slipped down with him. She stayed there, hugging him the whole time but doing her best to make him feel better. "I...I'm sorry..." Were the only words Spencer was able to make out well he was crying.

Alisons response made things feel like a whirlwind.

She spoke softly and slipped her hands up to his face and wiped his tears before cupping his cheeks. "Hey.. don't apologize. It's okay, I'm just glad I was able to get here quick enough to stop you from taking it. Dilaudid can kill you and I...I love you way to much to lose you to drugs of all things Spence." She didn't fully realize she revealed the fact she was in love with him or fully what she said

Spencer stared for a second, leaning into her touch. He was processing her words full before speaking really low and quietly. "You love me?...." Spencer was curious as to whether it was love as in romantic relationship type gor love as in 'your like family too me'

Alison's face heated up, her face was a slight tiny of red her ears were even more red. "I...um..." Her words got stuck in her throat she didn't say anything else, she pulled her hands back and just nodded. She often found it hard to lie to Spencer so she didn't but she didn't give a clear answer.

Nither of them said or did anything the the feelings were obvious on both ends. The night would end with Alison spending the night on Spencers couch, Spencer didn't trust himself to be alone so he also chose to stay out there where he ended up falling asleep in the middle of reading another book. Alison didn't sleep the whole night, instead she read and kept a watch on Spencer. She still worried about him.

Not talking about it left them when an awkward romantic tension between the two of them. JJ was the first to find out about it two days after a case when Alison had first gotten into the office for the rest of the week and she was trying to figure out what was going on between herself and Spencer and JJ was the best person in her opinion to talk to. The second person was Morgan about two weeks later who noticed how close Spencer and Alison had been and how at the current moment on the jet home from a case Alison was reading Spencer's favorite book.

They only talked about it five weeks after Morgan found it. Alison had gone out drinking with Morgan and Prentiss and she was rather honest and cuddly while drunk and she ended up having to call someone to come pick her up since both Morgan and Prentiss went home with other people well drunk then again that tends to be normal. Normally she'd call JJ but this weekend JJ was out of town, so she called Spencer. Who answered quickly. She ended up staying the night at Spencers again and again confessing her love to him, even though Spencer knew she was an honest drunk he did tell her they would talk when she wasn't drunk.

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First time writing down detailed ish things from my DR. If you read all the way here thank you and I'm planning to write some more of the things that's happened and the other dr things.

I'll be writing another of these in a similar way but as a different character In a whole different Dr. I'll probably do Emily, JJ or hotch next but we will see. If you liked this and want to see more stuff like this let me know I reallyyyy love writing!

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“Oh god, baby. Keep going going, gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours”, Peter felt his nose touch his pibes both of them moaning, Peter breathing through his nose as he took the man’s cock all the way down his throat. “Oh god!”, he yelled out as he came, spurting his load into the boys mouth, breathing heavily

Peter took his mouth of the man’s cock, sitting on his haunches underneath the desk, “Oh Peter”, he said as he reached down for the boy, lifting him up and seating him in his lap. “Give me a kiss sweet cheeks”, he pulled the boys head in for a kiss, tasting his own load in the boys mouth. “Always tastes better when it’s from your mouth, honey”

“Mr. Beck, each day you just keep getting better and better”, Quentin chuckled, “How many times I gotta keep telling you, call me Quentin when we’re alone like this.” “Like this”, being after school, all the teachers on this floor were gone, the others on the other floors were either observing detention or staying behind to teach kids who are struggling in class, giving them more help. That’s the excuse Quentin and Peter use, Peter just needs more help in history

Of course that was a lie, ever since they first made out in the janitor’s closet during one of Peter’s class, causing him to miss half of it, they decided they needed their own time. So Peter purposely started to fail history so he would get approved the stay after school with Quentin. Other students were failing too, but Quentin would give them the easiest of assignments that would boost their grades

Today was an extra special day, Peter wore the skirt and panties that Quentin bought him. It wasn’t unusual for boys to wear skirts at Peter’s school, some in lower and higher grades did so, so Peter blended right in. It’s just that Peter wasn’t wearing any safety shirts underneath, so Quentin had to pretend he didn’t hear the comments the boys made about Peter’s ass, or how he’d see from the corner of his eye some guys sneaking touches. He only explicitly said something when someone tried to take a picture, and they’d be sent straight to the principals office

“And I told you, calling you Mr. Beck just turns me on even more”, Peter said with a smile as he rubbed his cheek against the man’s beard. Quentin snaked a hand down to Peter’s ass, going underneath the skirt and squeezing the boys perky bubbles butt that was just thinly covered in lace. “My boy looked absolutely amazing today”, he said as he placed a kiss on Peter’s cheek, “Didn’t mind what the boys said, or if they touching. But if you see one of them try to take a picture like earlier, or worse”, Quentin huffed, “You find out their names and coke straight to me, baby. Got that?”, Peter nodded

“When you get like that”, Peter shivers, “God it’s just so hot. Your muscles flex, your voice gets lower”, Peter kisses the corner of the man’s mouth. “Reminds me of our Valentine’s weekend date, remember that?” Oh how could Quentin forget, Peter told him that his dads Tony and Happy would be out for a business trip the whole month of February. So Quentin’s decided to take his boy out on a date the weekend before and after Valentine’s Day, they went out of state, ensuring that no one would figure out who they were, and Quentin pampered Peter the entire time

They went shopping, had romantic dinners, of course they disguised it as a father and son outing, which only turned them on more. Whenever they went to lingerie stores, Peter was a blushing mess, knowing what story Quentin used, a helper coming up to them and asking if they needed help. “Why yes we do! My son wants to buy his girlfriend something really special, could you help us out?”, the lady giggling at how Peter was

They stopped by at the hotel they were staying at and changed, they were going to go to a restaurant, some place downtown of the city they were in and it was casual like any other restaurant. So Peter decided to wear a skirt and a crop top, on his longer ones so nobody would question them, but still short enough to make you want more. Quentin wore a tight tshirt and jeans that made Peter’s mouth water

Since it was Valentine’s Day weekend, they still had their decorations up, tables set up to make for a romantic atmosphere. And during dinner, the two of them quietly declared their love for each other, making sure that no one could hear them. When they finished, they decided to walk back to the hotel, the city being busy and filled with people, and it was a 30 minute walk so they decided why not

They walked side by side, when a group of men passed them, and they pay them any attention until they heard a wolf whistle and Peter felt someone grab his butt from underneath his skirt. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to see who it was, and saw a guy wink at him while his friends laughed. Peter immediately told Quentin what happened, and they turned right back around as they followed them. Quentin grabbed the man from behind and asked him if he liked touching underage boys, the man immediately being and scared and apologizing, saying he didn’t know he was underage, “So you like grabbing random people’s butts huh?”, Quentin barked, the man shaking his head no. Quentin could’ve let him off easy, but where was the fun in that? He let the man go, and yelled “Don’t touch my son ever again”, and punched him. The man immediately was knocked out and they walked away as they heard his friends trying to wake him up

When they got to their hotel room, Quentin sighed when he suddenly felt Peter jump on him and began kissing him. Quentin’s was surprised but then quickly kissed back, the two of them moaning as they made their way to the bed. “I think… I’m ready”, Peter said, and Quentin could’ve died a happy man. Peter was a little shit and always teased him during school hours, leaving the man rock hard and having to use his imagination when he got home. “Oh god baby”, Quentin said as he began to tear off his clothes, taking off Peter’s shirt, leaving him in the skirt and panties

That night, they both more times than they could count, moaning and screaming out each other’s names. Experimented with dad and son stuff because of Quentin, Peter eating out Quentin after he noticed how much Peter would grab it when they were in missionary. And when Quentin took off his shirt, oh god he could’ve came in that instant. He’s only seen his shirt raised up a little, but seeing it completely off, it was magic. He was as hairy as a bear, abs hiding underneath them, and glorious delicious pecs, he knew about the pecs but it was something else when he was shirtless. After they were done, they both fell asleep together, Peter wrapped in Quentin’s arms

“Oh god how could I forget baby? It was when I took your virginity”, Quentin’s chuckled as he kiss the boy. “How many times have I played with your ass after that?”, Peter asked, and Quentin thought for a second, “I think since then, you’ve played with my ass every time we’ve fooled around.” Peter chuckled, placing a kiss on the man’s mouth, “By the way, you have to start wearing tailored suits, it’ll show off your body in amazing ways. Especially that bulge of yours”, Peter giggled as he stood up and stretched

“I have to go”, he said, and Quentin’s made a noise as he brought him closer, raised his shirt and began kissing his stomach, “C’mon, my parents are here to pick me up”, Quentin’s just grunted as licked the boy’s stomach and let him go, “So this weekends?”, Quentin asked, “My parents still think that I’m going over to a friends house, so everything’s going according to plan”, he giggled. Peter leaned down to kiss the man goodbye, making his way to the front of the school and exiting, where his dad’s were waiting for him in the car

Peter got in, “Hey Peter”, Tony and Happy said at the same time, “Hey daddy, he pops”, Peter said as leaned to the front, Tony turning his head to kiss his son, tongue slipping into his mouth, both of them moaning. They separated and Happy scoffed, “That’s not a kiss, this is”, Happy held the boys face gently as they kissed, it started slow, then slowly began to get hot and heavy, Peter moaning as he felt his cock stir in his panties once again. They separated and Tony rolled his eyes, “Always trying to make everything a competition”, Happy just smirked, “Just like you’d did this morning. But who cares, let’s get home cuz damn that got me going”, Happy said as he grabbed and squeezed his bulge

Peter smiled as he shook his head, “Yeah daddy please hurry, I missed you guys”, Peter said as he reached over and squeezed Tony’s bulge, he let out a strangled moan, “Seatbelt Peter”, and he sat back in the middle seat and put on his seatbelt, looking between the two of them and decided to tease them, he sat up slightly and shimmied his way out of the panties, and threw them onto the rear view mirror, there they hung as he was now wearing nothing underneath his skirt. “God Peter”, Happy said as he took them and breathed in, moaning, giving it to Tony and he did the same

Peter loved his life

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PAIRING: charlie young x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: you get me so high by the neighbourhood WORD COUNT: 656

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it was strange he wasn't around, more hurtful and unexpected than anything. you had never been apart since you had started working for the company.

you'd eat your lunches together,

do errands together.

if you weren't physically together you were most definitely on the phone complaining about what the two of you had to do in that moment or day.

either one of you would buy each other coffee for whoever had gotten out of bed even if it was only slightly later than usual. it was kind of like an unspoken rule.

you could say you leant on each other alot throughout the stresses of your daily tasks. you in particular dealt with major anxiety and he'd be the one to calm you down.

try and reduce your work load and put it on his plate instead, yeah it might of made it more work for him - but it made him at ease when he saw you even slightly relax.

so this had made you worry more about what had been going on with him recently.

at first he didn't call you at all one day, only one messaged once at the end of the day filling you in on what happened. one day turned into three and five turned into a week.

worry lines were becoming more prominent and your wrinkled outfits proved that things weren't looking so good.

all of his behaviour made sense when you met her.

you felt dumb at first, like it made complete and utter sense when you put all the pieces together and felt silly for not seeing it sooner.

now everytime you'd walk into the office, you'd be met with them laughing and joking as they both rummaged through the papers on charlie's desk multitasking eating whilst doing so.

you'd given him a slight glance not to be caught, but you didn't need to worry about being seen since he hadn't taken his eyes off of harper.

your eyes slightly watering as you made your way out of richards office towards the entrance door for another errand to take your mind off of him.

you never thought you had to worry about this sort of thing. you never thought this would happen.

you should have seen this coming, but you didn't.

you were too comfortable, so you gave the both of you some distance.

instead of talking to him on the phone after you were off the clock, you had stuck to keeping yourself busy by reading or watching shitty romance movies.

it only tugged at your heart strings more. missing him was unbearable.

you couldn't admit it to him how you felt... let alone even to yourself!

so here you stand outside of his front door, pizza in hand.

fist banging loudly against the wood only to be met with footsteps after.

the door was opening to be met with him and his stupid pretty eyes and fluffy unstyled hair.

"hi..."

you realised there was nothing to be hesitant about when you felt him almost immediately wrapping you up in his arms, holding you closer to him. trying not to drop the large pizza in the process.

melting into his arms, door still opening whilst the two of you just stood there like that for a little bit before pulling away with smiles on your faces.

"are you two gonna make out or what?" both of you whipping your heads around to find duncan stood with a glass of water in hand looking at you.

rolling your eyes you turned back to each other as he walked away shaking his head.

"i thought something bad happened! i haven't seen you in forever, what's gone on?"

how could you even answer that? yeah im in love with you and it pretty much killed me to see you with somebody else mhm.

"wait you're in love with me?" your smile dropped realising you had said that aloud.

"uhhhh...no?"

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