#im sorry but this is so boyfriend im done bye

[todayisafridaynight]

saori the biggest kin/id of my life because why would my roommate make a bunch of cookies when now i have to fight for my life not to eat every single last one of them

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・gojo calling you at work ⸜⸜・

gojo likes messing with you. especially when you tell him that you're busy and that he can't call you. you're expecting an important call while you're finishing the project for your boss and as much as you want to spend time with your boyfriend, it just has to wait. gojo is suffering as he paces from one side of the room to the other, waiting for your call to signalize that you're done with your work. his dick is already hard in his pants and he can't wait for your voice to go: "yes satoru, im gonna be home in a bit, just wait for me."

suddently, he gets an idea.

you jump a little when your phone starts ringing, you're pretty sure it's mr. brown who needs to talk with you about the important business meeting. your eyes squint in confusion when you notice no caller id.

"hello, it's y/l/n. how can i help you?" you answer the phone. the only response you get are deep breaths followed with sound of wetness smacking.

"who is this?" you ask again, some part of you feels scared that someone is hurt on the other line.

"baby, i couldn't wait for you. im just so horny for your little pussy." your mouth drops at the sound of your boyfriends voice. you can feel yourself getting angry. on the other side, satoru is enjoying himself. he's stroking himself, imagining how wet you must be in the moment. he's loud with his moans, letting you know how good you make him feel.

"satoru, this is so not appropriate." you tell him sternly. his moans are like symphony to your ears but you can't let yourself to distracted with him. satoru smiles at your comment, he's gonna tease you more for doing this to him.

"im sorry, baby. i should hang up. im just so close. bye." and with that the line goes quiet. you sit in your work chair speechless. there's dampness in your panties and the only thing on your mind seems to be the imagine of satoru stroking his cock.

the phone rings again and this time you're more than eager to pick it up. you want to hear his moans while he finishes.

"hello, y/l/n. it's mr. brown here...."

"oh hello, it's my... pleasure to be working with someone from such a big cockpany."

"excuse me, miss?"

"oh sorry, i just have a lot on my mind."

[maybanksprincess]

isnt the same without you.

warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.

summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)

a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!

pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj

you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.

he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.

but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.

you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.

you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.

imessage:

11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3

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you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.

about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.

you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.

you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.

you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?

all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)

the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.

it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.

imessage

jayj🤍: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."

you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.

you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."

you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.

jayj🤍: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."

the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.

you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."

jayj🤍: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."

now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.

after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.

as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.

jayj🤍: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."

after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.

[mariasont]

Sending another thought that I can’t think of a way to elaborate on to your magnificent mind

Aaron Hotchner with his assistant who’s rambling (like every other day) about random stuff and she’s just like “I want kids someday” and Hotch is like “oh yea?” And she’s like “yea! And if I ever have kids I hope they’re just like Jack, he’s such a little angel” blah blah blah and poor Hotch is screaming in his mind like YOU COULD HAVE JACK??? BE HIS STEPMOM????

Sorry I’m absolutely feral for them ily bye

BUSINESS OF MAKING BABIES - A.H

a/n: i took this in a slightlyyyy different direction but ugh same im so feral for these two!!!! thank you for your most amazing request! i <3 you!

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: references to baby making!!!!!!

wc: 0.6k

Aaron needed to get work done, but his focus was more trained on the delicate patch of skin that connected your shoulder to your neck, smooth and glowing like you'd just stepped out of the sun. You smelled delectably good, which was sending his neurons into overdrive. You were saying something, formulating and articulating thoughts from that perfect brain and through your also perfect mouth. 

He was concentrated on making sure you knew he was listening, nodding and humming every so often as you continued on your tangent, hands waving dramatically through the air, heels clanking on the floor in his office as you paced the room. His gaze moved to your thighs, only for a second, he was a gentleman after all. 

"And she's just, you know, popping them out left and right, and I'm over here like, Hello? Can I get a turn? I'm not asking for much, just a sweet guy who's willing to, you know, help me out with the whole baby-making thing."

You stopped dead in front of his desk, placing your hands atop the wood as you let out a melodramatic sigh. This caught his attention, eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"You want kids?" The words left his mouth before he could filter them. "Isn't that a bit premature at your age?"

"Okay, Grandpa," you giggled, plopping yourself down in the chair before him. "And, of course, I want babies. They'd be the cutest, hopefully just like Jack. He's the sweetest, isn't he?"

Hotch felt his heart plummet to his stomach, jaw clenching and unclenching as he rubbed his thumb along the rough edges of his chin. "Yeah, he's pretty great."

You sighed again, a common occurrence in this conversation, as you stood up and moved around the desk before plopping yourself down on it. Your calve grazed accidentally against his thigh. You absentmindedly adjusted a wrist full of charm bracelets, creating a gentle jingling sound that should've annoyed him, but it did anything but.

"Honestly, though, who even needs a boyfriend these days? I could totally just take the whole donor route for the baby thing. Easy-peasy!"

Hotch's response came after a brief, flustered pause, during which he seemed to search for the right words. Clearing his throat, he managed to look anywhere but at you as he carefully said, "Ah, yes, I suppose you could... do that."

In an effort to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Hotch took a deliberate sip of the somewhat stale coffee sitting on his desk. However, before he could swallow, you bounded off the desk, eyes wide with sudden realization.

"You know what? You would be a great donor."

The coffee in Hotch's mouth nearly made a swift exit as he choked, trying to comprehend what you had just said.

Hotch opened his mouth, attempting to form a coherent response, but before he could broker a single word, you had both hands on his shoulders.

Your eyes were sparkling as you took in his face. "Yeah, like, you have great hair--totally not receding--perfect eyes, great skin..."

Your rapid-fire compliments left him momentarily speechless, a rare flush making its way to his cheeks.

"Well, I--" Hotch began, but your excitement had already taken the reins before he could even navigate through his thoughts.

"I can totally see it; we'd have such cute kids!" you gushed, practically dancing towards the door as if your dreams were almost tangible in the air.

Hotch watched you leave, stuck in his chair, dumbfounded and momentarily lost for words. A bemused smile formed on his lips as he realized he didn't hate the idea at all.

No sooner had the door closed behind you than Morgan appeared, looking thoroughly baffled. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze flicking between Hotch and the door you had just exited through.

"Since when are you and Miss Pretty in Pink in the business of making babies together?"

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[laaailuh]

hiii, i love your stuff! I was wondering if you can do a fic about miles getting upset because reader is getting too much attention from other guys on a post 😺

"Delete it."🕸️🕷️

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pairing: e!42 miles x black!reader

warnings: light swearing, argument, possessiveness

Summary:  Miles gets upset because you're receiving too much attention from other guys on a bikini post.

a/n: im trying to get these requests done

I saw it, you can delete it now

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???

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your new post

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hell nah 💀

Seen

Incoming facetime call from Miles💕

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“So you gon' delete it or not?"

“Why would I do that?”

“Cause niggas are commenting some crazy shit and ion like dat.”

“I can't tell if you’re actually being serious right now.”

“Dead ass.”

“Well, I’m not deleting it.”

He rubbed his face in frustration. “I'm not tryna argue with you baby.”

“Then don't?”

“Look, the way these guys are talking under there is making it seem like they don't know you wit' someone."

“I'm sure they do, I tagged your account on my boobs.”

He scrunched his face and then opened up your post again.

“Oh shit, you did.”

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah dumbass."

“Ight, what if you disable the comments?”

“Bye Miles.” You said and hung up the call.

This nigga really don't give up.

As you were wiping off your makeup, you heard your bedroom door open.

"Yo."

Turning your head towards the voice, you saw your boyfriend standing next to the doorway.

"Who let you in?"

"Your mamma did."

You turned your head back around, facing your vanity.

He sat on the edge of your bed. "I'm sorry about earlier, I realized I was being possessive and controlling."

"Damn right."

He turned your chair sideways, "It’s hard to apologize if you're not looking at me Ma."

You sighed and put your wipes down.

"I bought your shein and sephora cart, should be coming in two weeks or so."

A genuine smile spread across your lips, "You did?"

"Wow, look who's smilin'? Hopefully you can drop this little attitude f'me then."

"You know I was gonna forgive you either way? Kinda just played your self right there."

Miles grinned and pulled you onto his lap.

"Mhm...did I mention how sexy you looked in those photos?"

You shook your head.

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. "Bueno, te lo digo ahora, princesa." (Well i'm telling you now, princess.")

[sturnsslut]

better - matt sturniolo

a/n - this is a filler until i’m done with my chris smut 😔. i’m sorry there’s a lot of yapping but the backstory matters !

contains - soft dom!matt x sub!reader, fighting (barley), unprotected sex, mirror sex, praise, fingering, begging, oral

summary - reader and matt make a bet !

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‘ i seen your love, you got me baby ‘

it was a friday night and my boyfriend had just canceled on me last minute for the 3rd time this week. i was literally all dressed up, waiting for him to come and pick me up. i sighed when i read his message saying that he " had something come up "

bullshit.

i had a feeling he had been cheating on me for a while, but i didn't have any solid proof so i just stayed quiet. i was about to get into my pajamas when i got a text from nick saying how theyre having a party at their house tonight , and how matt would pick me up.

nick 💗

HEY

we're having a party tn

can you come

pleaseeeeee

matt can pick you up

i feel like i haven't seen you in forever

you

nick it's been 4 days 😭

but i mean

let me see

i pulled out my phone to text liam, my boyfriend . i had to make sure that we really weren't going out , so i was just double checking.

liam

Can't go

Something came up

you

bro what ??

im literally ready

why tf is this just now being brought up

liam

I don't know what you want me to do lmfao

you

im going to nicks party then

liam

Says who?

Your staying at the house

you

why are you being weird 💀

yes i am

lmfao ok dad

liam

That fucking matt kid

Your always looking at him

And he looks at you like he's

in love or some shit so no your not going

you

bro

u can't be serious

i never look at him

liam

K well

i don't want you close enough to him

so that there's even a chance something could happen

you

k.

read 10:39 pm

i laughed and rolled my eyes, he really thinks he's in control of me...i scrolled back to nicks contact and texted him

you

come get me 😝

nick

YAYYYY

we're like 5 mins away

can we come in so i can say hi to ur cat

you

omfg 😭 yea

im ready anyways cause

ofc my bf cancelled on me again

nick

girl.

you can do better

i feel like everyone knows

he's cheating on you...

you

yea me to

i just don't have any proof yet

anyways lmk when ur here

nick

okay

we're like abt to pull up

you

doors unlocked 😛

i waited until i saw their van in my driveway, and opened the door watching them walk up to my porch

immediately hugged nick and chris, but i just smiled at matt and he returned the gesture.

there had always been something, weird between me and matt. it wasn't friendship, but it wasn't hate either. it was weird.

i led nick to my room and picked up my cat, kiko, handing her to him

i walked out of my room to see chris sitting on the couch and matt just leaning against the door on his phone, like he couldn't wait to leave.

“uh you know you can sit down matt...” i said awkwardly, causing him to look up from his phone and just respond with “i know”

i shrugged it off and went back to my room where i'd left nick, and asked him what he thought of my outfit.

i asked him if he thought it was ' too formal ' for a party since it was originally an outfit for my date.

i was wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps, my hair down and some light makeup

“girl you look hot. don't change” i smiled and went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup a little, once i was done i grabbed my bag and asked nick if we're ready to go “you ready?” i questioned, putting my bag on my arm

“yeah let's go” he said before saying bye to kiko and putting her down

“come on guys” nick said walking out of my room, resulting in everyone making their way to the door.

once we got into the van i was in the back , with nick while chris and matt were up front obviously. on the way there, i just had the urge to look up from my phone

i looked up and caught matt starring at me through the rearview mirror, he immediately looked away once he saw me though.

we eventually got to the triplets house and it was already packed. we all got out of the van and while we were making our way to the door, i asked nick “you let all these people here without you guys home?”

“yeah, justin and nate are here so it should be fine.”

i hummed in response and walked behind nick and chris, with matt behind me for some reason.

nate opened the door and dapped up matt after i walked in, and i heard him say “hot date bro”

“she's not my date” matt replied sounding slightly annoyed. nate raised a brow in confusion

“then…why..were you walking behind her? and starring at her ass, like, the entire time you were walking up…me and justin literally saw you through the window.”

i turned my head around for a quick second to see matt shushing nate and punching him (sort of) playfully on the shoulder

i felt my cheeks heat up, but why? why did i care how matt was looking at me? whatever.

i made my way to the kitchen where nick and chris were, we just gossiped about random shit.

nick was talking to chris and while i waited for my turn to speak, i looked around and saw...my boyfriend? what? he said he had an emergency?

and of course, he was making out with some skanky bitch from my school who knew we'd been dating.

i told nick i'll be right back and made my way over.

“fuck you. family emergency?? your fucking unbelievable.” i shoved him then faced the girl “and bitch as for you, he's gonna do the same shit hes doing to me right now. you aren't gonna fucking last.”

he looked totally wasted and was slurring his words, but i heard him say “you were just a good fuck. get over it.”

i looked at him in disbelief for a moment before i said something back “can't say the same for you. you have a small dick.” and with that, i walked off.

tons of people were starring at me of course, but i was too mad to even care. i made my way to the bathroom to calm down, before i heard a knock on the door.

“what the fuck do you want” i blurted out without even thinking who it could be.

“um..it's matt, can i come in?” i instantly covered my mouth feeling bad about how i had spoken to him

i unlocked the door and opened it, letting him in. “i'm sorry. i didn't know who it was” i apologized

“no no, it's okay. i just wanted to check on you and see if your okay.”

i sighed and sat down on the toilet seat while he leaned against the wall in front of the mirror

“i mean..not really, just pissed at how much time and energy i wasted on him.”

he stayed silent and didn't say anything, waiting for me to finish what i was saying “i knew he was cheating but i didn't wanna believe it, i feel fucking stupid” i continued

“your not stupid” he shrugged and continued “he's stupid for loosing someone like you.” i thanked him and sighed, resting my head in my hands

“and…if he has a small dick he's nothing to cry over” he smiled

i laughed, “he wasn't even good in bed either oh my god.” i added and laughed

"really?” matt turned his head to look at me, furrowing his brows for a second and smiling, while crossing his arms

“yeah. sorry if this is too much but like..i never finished when i was with him” i giggled at the embarrassing confession

he laughed and paused for a moment before saying “you would if you were with me”

i giggled thinking he was joking, and replied with “doubt it”

matt raised his eyebrows and locked the door, “wanna bet?”

that's when i realized he wasn't joking, i stood up and leaned against the sink infront of him " how much " i smirked at him

“ $50. i know how to use my hands, mouth, and dick. im confident i could make you cum, that's a promise.”

“fine, prove it then” i said nodding my head

“don't start shit you can't finish. im serious.” he said looking me in my eyes

“so am i, i wanna see if you can put your money where your mouth is”

“ y/n ,” he said smiling and shaking his head , leaning into me, resting one of his hands on the sink

“matt.” i responded teasingly

he grabbed my hand and placed it onto his dick, making me feel his giant boner

“you see what your doing to me? i will fuck you until you can't even remember his name.”

“do it then” i smirked, ' he's all talk ' is what i was thinking, until he firmly placed his lips on mine

it was quick to turn sloppy, he picked me up and set me on the edge of the sink so i was perfectly aligned with his dick

he started making his way down slowly by leaving hickeys all down my neck, i wrapped my fingers in his hair and tugged it slightly, but not too hard

that's when he lifted up my dress and placed one of his hands on my waist, while the other rubbed my clit through my underwear

he was looking me in my face but i was so needy for more of him, that i couldn't even look him in the eyes.

“what? you can't take it anymore?” he smirked at me, still making eye contact and then inching his hand fully down my panties sticking two fingers inside me

(guys i giggled at panties but i didn't know what other word to use)

i bit my lip slightly taking a deep breath in at the amount of pleasure i was in. even tho all he did was tease me, it felt amazing. like he had this power over me.

he started moving his fingers slow, but picked up the pace fast. i threw my head back in pleasure, while my hands grabbed at his shoulders.

fuck. maybe he could make me cum after all .

as good as it felt, i needed a break because if he fingered me for any longer, i would've lost $50.

i grabbed his hand and pulled it away and hopped off of the counter, immediately getting on my knees

i began to unzip his pants when he suddenly stops me and grabs my chin, raising my head and making me look at him

“i don't know if your ready..” he said looking at me with a smirk

i rolled my eyes smiling slightly, and continued undoing his pants "okay..." he answered, throwing his hands up in surrender

i pulled his pants down to his ankles and then looked up to see his boxers, and i could obviously see his giant print

i pulled down his boxers , revealing an easy 9 inches. i started at it for a few seconds before shrugging and shoving in 6 inches or so

as i switched between my hands and my mouth, i swirled my tongue around his tip causing him to let out a low groan

“shit ..” he threw his head back in pleasure and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth

i felt it in the back of my throat. i heard him mumbling all types of swear words, and at that point he's basically just fucking my throat

“how was that” say standing up to face him, smirking up at him still catching my breath

“your really good” he smirked at me, before picking me up and setting me back on the sink again “your turn”

he pulls out of the kiss and bends down slightly, resting his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs a little

“let me do this for you, all you need to do is hold your legs up. but if you can't handle it, just put em on my shoulders, okay?” he says looking me in my eyes, all i could do at that point was just nod eagerly, hopefully showing how bad i needed him.

and with that, he starts to go down on me. i arched my back unintentionally, i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't help myself. it just felt like he belonged there

this man wasn't lying when said he knows how to make a girl beg, not even close to a lie.

i grabbed a handful of his hair and arched my back again when i felt him start to suck on my clit

i slapped my hand over my mouth, remembering how there's other people around.

he took his hand off of my thigh and removed my own hand from my mouth, “don't cover your mouth sweetheart. i wanna know if im doing good”

i shook my head in agreement and grabbed the back of his shirt, needing some sort of support

i can't explain it, but i swear i felt him smirk when i grabbed him, like he knew he was pleasing me so good.

i never knew i needed him, but i do now. his tongue felt so good on me, it just felt right.

i moaned slightly louder than before “shit…” i threw my head back and bit my lip slightly

i started whimpering out of pleasure trying to catch my breath, his tongue was going everywhere and somehow he made every spot feel amazing .

i felt myself get close, but i needed to feel him inside of me. “wait wait wait” i mumbled trying to catch my breath

“what is it baby?” he said looking up at me “ i…fuck hold on.” said panting

“ i want you to fuck me , please matt.” i said in between breaths

“how bad?” he said smirking at me and looking me in my eyes, “tell me how bad you want me.”

“i need you so bad, please” i pleaded, i just wanted him in me and nothing else, him and him only is all i needed.

“good girl.” and with that, he fully stood up and grabbed his dick

he held his tip up to my entrance, running his head up and down my folds causing whimpers to leave both of our mouths. he knowing how bad he was teasing me, but this man was rock hard.

“matt, i want you to fuck me and i know you do to , stop teasing please” i was literally begging this man to just destroy me

he shrugged “i'll try not to stretch you out too much sweetheart.” and with that, he pushed himself inside me without warning, and wow i wasn't ready.

it's like i was so horny i forgot how big he was.

he shoved all of his length inside me , all 9 inches. i cried out in pleasure

he placed his hands on my waist so he could go deeper and guide me , “oh fuck” i muttered and immediately clamped my eyes shut

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin, making me look at him. “look at me, i wanna see how good i make you feel . do i make you feel good, pretty?”

“mhm” i whimpered and shook my head because i couldn't even speak.

“use your words baby. do i?” he spoke firmly, still not breaking eye contact

“yes, yes you make me feel good” i mumbled

“good.” he spoke in a fierce tone as his tip hit my g-spot perfectly each time, making me throw my head back

i heard him say “hey baby, you wanna take off that dress?” he suggested

i nodded while he pulled out and i hopped off of the sink, slipping my dress off

i looked over at matt who was literally starring down my body, “what?” giggled getting flustered

“nothing…you just amaze me. your body is so perfect” he said, still starring me down

i laughed and rolled my eyes and asked if he was ready again, “for you, always. are you?” he emphasized

i bent over the sink and replied “obviously.” he snickered and grabbed my hips, making sure he was perfectly aligned.

i felt him pound himself into me, which, i again for some reason still wasn't used to how big he is.

i had my hands on the sink for support, and when he put himself inside me, i put my head down because it felt so good

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin again and lifted up my head , looking at me through the mirror.

“uh uh. i want you to see how good your taking me.”

i nodded looking at him in the mirror

i watch him look down and smile while furrowing his brows

“you didn't tell me you had a back tattoo baby . it looks good”

“you never ..” i paused as i struggled to get my words out “shit!...asked me” i whined, almost too loudly

“fair enough ..oh fuck” he threw his head back and his thrusting started to get more aggressive

his hand crept up to my neck, placing a firm grip on my neck which sent me over the edge

“matt..baby i can't do it” i said shaking my head while looking at him in the mirror

“yes you can, take it like you said you would.” i nodded and did as he told me

i suddenly felt that knot in my stomach, so i reached behind me and grabbed matts hand from my waist and put it on the sink so that his hand was over mine, and we interlocked our fingers

“you alright? are you gonna cum already? come on, your too easy to please baby .” he asked in a teasing tone, looking at me and smirking

like of course i was. and he obviously knew, he just thought that it was funny to tease me.

“fuck ..matt im gonna-“ i was cut off by me releasing onto his dick, “oh shit” said looking down, i was relieved that a man had actually made me finish, but now i needed to give matt $50 i didn't have ...

“good job baby, you did great” he was literally panting at this point. i could tell was close, just trying not to show it.

i decided to tease a little and see how long he could last.

“you make me feel so good baby” i said looking at him in the mirror

“thats g..fuck” he threw his head back and starting thrusting harder

“you look so good from here” i teased a little more since he thinks when he does it, it's hilarious. i saw him open this mouth to say something but instead just bite the side of his cheek and stay quiet

“i don't care how long it takes you baby, my body is all yours.”

“fuck .. mm oh shit ...in or out”

without answering, i got on my knees and began to jerk him off to his release while looking up at him

“oh shit. fuck..fuck” he lets out a huge loud of cum and i swallow, i dont need a mess.

i get back up and try my best to fix my hair while looking at myself in the mirror, while matt's leaning against the wall panting

i pickup my shoes without even bothering to put them back on , i just re-adjust my dress and forget about everything else.

my hair is all out of place, my lipstick is smeared, my mascara running down my face..i was a mess. but it was totally worth it.

i sit on the toilet seat while matt puts his pants back on.

“i don't need the $50.” matt said suddenly smiling at me, “you ready? you still look good by the way.”

“whatever. let's go” i laughed and rolled my eyes, opening the door

“liam's gonna be so pissed.” i laughed looking back at matt

“i know” he smiled “can't wait to see the look on his face.”

i giggled as we made our way over to liam, who was making out with a different girl.

we stood infront of him and looked at eachother laughing, and as soon as we did we opened his eyes and looked like he'd just seen a ghost

“hi” i said in a teasing voice, tilting my head while doing so

“what the fuck?” he looked back at me and matt in confusion, furrowing his brows like he didn't know what was going on.

“yea so you were kinda right about me and matt ...” i said trying not to burst out laughing

“you fucking whore!” he yelled, gaining the attention of tons of people. they started recording the situation because of how loud he was. “i knew you were cheating on me you slimy little b-“ he got cut off as he got sent to the floor.

matt had punched him.

i covered my mouth in shock but also resisting the urge to not laugh “your...” liam paused , feeling his nose as it gushed blood everywhere “dead.” he continued

“okay, well it's kinda hard to take that threat serious when your on ground”

everybody around us started laughing, apparently nobody liked liam , but it's obvious why.

“your not a real man! y-“ i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “well he fucks like one. get up and get over it. truth hurts.”

i pat his shoulder and flashed him a faux sympathy smile, before he swatted my hand away causing me to laugh

we walked over to chris and nick who were recording everything on their phones “hey uh, are you guys ready to pack this up?” matt asked them

“yup, i'll get nate and justin to get everyone out.” nick said as he walked away

“dude what the fuck ...” chris giggled as he looked at me and matt " i fucking knew it! nick owes me $20".

“you..made a bet?” i asked, confused

“fuck yea we did” he replied stuffing his mouth with food before walking off

“so like..do you wanna be my girlfriend...or whatever” matt asked me, looking down at the ground

“duh.” smiled and kissed him before going to find nick so i could help clean the mess up

“we're literally never having a party again.” nick complained as we all shoved trash into trash bags

a/n - um lmk if you wanna be on my tag list 🤗.

@mattssluttygf

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

hi this is chapter two lol

warnings: angst, asshole paige

part: 2

a/n: this is pretty short lol. also the songs i put are basically what the chapters are based off of! sorry if that wasn’t clear, it’s basically some “playlist” thing i see other writers do!! 🙂‍↕️ also im basically putting you guys on..

its been 6 days since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.

you and paige have been hanging out every day since, and you can say these have been the best days since you two have met.

right now, she’s at practice. that means you’re all by yourself.

you decide you wanna go down to the lobby, maybe grab a few snacks.

you check your phone before you leave, no calls or texts. that’s boring, and it sucks.

anyway

you put on your slippers and head out. as you’re walking you see paige’s teammate, ayanna.

“hey, ayanna. don’t you guys have practice?” you ask.

“huh? practice is tommorow” she says, laughing.

but you found nothing about that sentence funny. at all.

“well.. paige told me you guys have practice today?” you say confused.

“well blondie is lying. why she tell you that?”

“i don’t know. she said she had to leave for practice around like 1 earlier and i haven’t heard from her since.” you say, annoyed.

“whattt? girl its 9pm. no practice lasts that long regardless.. how vulnerable are you?” she says, giggling.

“ok shut up. can u text her? ask where she is? pleaseee?” you ask with puppy dog eyes.

“alright alright. gimme a minute,” she pulls out her phone, going to text paige.

as she texts her, you see her expression change. she’s looking weird.

“what is it? where is she?” you say, worried.

“she’s- she’s at her cousins.” she says nervously.

“are you lying?”

“no? i’m not. but i gotta go, ill see you around.” she speaks, walking away hurriedly.

you look around, wondering if you’re crazy.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, going to text paige.

hey, where r u?

you sit and wait. might as well get your rice krispy treat you’ve been wanting.

you walk over to the vending machine, putting in the dollar to buy your treat.

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

“holy shit what the fuck dude” you whisper to yourself as you get 3 messages back to back from your friend.

you open the messages, and your heart instantly drops.

“what. the. fuck.” you say in your mind.

what the fuck? don’t you guys like .. idk talk?

that’s exactly what your friends message reads.

it’s three pictures of paige walking with some girl. and the third picture..

they’re holding hands.

all of a sudden, an incoming call pops up on your screen from your friend.

“holy shit girl isn’t that your little girlfriend?” says your friend over the phone.

“dude. where are you? how’d you get those?”

“i’m at chick fil a right now, and then i seen THEEE paige bueckers like omg woah then i see her with some girl that wasn’t you and that’s definitely like a omggggg woahhh reaction and so i-” she rambled.

“shut up for a second jesus. holding hands is like actually crazy. alright i gotta go.”

“alright bye babe but talk to her or something and fill me in on the tea pleaseee ok bye love you!!!”

you hang up. you don’t know how to feel right now.

you’re so overstimulated.

you walk back to your room, tears ready to fall from your eyes.

you check the message you sent earlier, and you realize you’ve been on read for ten minutes.

you put down your phone & sit back against your head board. you’re so confused, so upset, so angry.

you feel so stupid.

you start to cry, looking back on everything you’ve done for her. everything you’ve done with her.

she turned you gay, she made you breakup with your boyfriend, and now she’s cheating.

not necessarily cheating, since you guys aren’t technically together.

but that doesn’t matter, you’re off limits to other people and she’s supposed to be.

you don’t hold hands with your cousin like that.

after about 20 minutes of crying, you hear your door open. and speak of the devil, it’s paige.

she walks in, noticing you crying and immediately comes over to you.

“woah woah baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?” she says, confused.

“who is the girl.”

“what? who?”

“the girl! who is she paige?” you yell.

“i don’t know who youre talking about.”

“you know exactly what and who the fuck i’m talking about dude?!” you jeered.

“chill the fuck out,” she tempted, “and if you want me to be honest, she’s just a friend of mine.”

“nobody holds hands like that with their friends. you’re a liar.”

“no way you’re calling me a liar now. i said she was my friend and that’s what the fuck i said. drop it.”

“drop it? you literally said im off limits to other people, so how does that change for you?”

“it doesn’t. i’m just saying, she’s just a friend.”

“whatever paige. i don’t even know how you could do this to me after everything we’ve done for and to each other.” you whine.

“don’t act like a baby now. i’m not the bad person here, you are.” she huffs.

“how the fuck could you even say that?”

“well i’m not the person who left their boyfriend for a girl! i don’t know what you’d expect from me.” she snaps.

“what the fuck? you made me leave him paige! you asked, you convinced, you nagged. don’t flip this shit on me!” you snap back.

“well maybe i wanted to have a little fun. that’s all it fucking was.” she says, an angry look in her eyes.

“take a look around paige, nothing about this is fun to me. read the room. think about how i would’ve felt.”

“how the hell did you even find out?”

“doesn’t matter. don’t flip the subject.” you sass.

“whatever. i don’t know why you thought we were more than a hookup anyway. you’re obsessed and crazy.”

your heart drops. you immediately turn away from her, tears about to form in your eyes.

“get the fuck out.” you snarked.

“alright. i’ll do that then.”

“bye. don’t come back.”

and just like that, you hear the door close. she actually left.

tears immediately start flowing. you feel so hurt, neglected, ridiculed.

you cannot believe the words that came out of her mouth, after everything.

you sniffle and cry, thinking back on the memories you two had.

it would be insane to say it wasn’t more than a hookup. but you guess it was.

as you slowly cry yourself to sleep, you realize this was a mistake.

a/n: hi so this is horrible but pls stay tuned for next chapter, maybe smut maybe not 👅 also someone teach me how to make a masterlist pls??!!!

[celenexox]

Don’t Blame Me - Chris Sturniolo

pairings: bf!chris x gf!reader

summary: when your jealous boyfriend, chris, interferes in your hangout with your guy friends

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chris has always been the jealous type, and because of that you barely have any guy friends

but you decided that he doesn’t rule what you can and can’t do so you made plans with the few that you did have, and to be honest with yourself you only did this to piss him off

a few hours later you start getting ready to meet up with them, you guys were just going to an arcade, everything was casual

you had your hair slicked back in a ponytail, you were wearing a jersey and cargos, and for accessories was a few gold bracelets and gold hoops

you look down at your phone that buzzed to a text from one of them telling you that they’re outside, you get your bag and put your shoes on and walk out the house

you get inside the car and they all greet you in “hey y/n” “bro where have you been?” “we haven’t seen you in so long”

you look at them and reply to all their comments at once “i don’t even know why it’s been this long since we’ve hung out, but we’re here”

after about ten minutes, the car parks and you and your friends get out and go inside the arcade

one of them pays for you, and you guys all walk into the arcade and start to play the games, going from ones with guns, to pac-man, to air hockey

by now you’ve played a few games and you’re having fun, and a few of them have posted on their stories already

you then get a text from your boyfriend chris while you’re playing on the race cars, he’s asking you where you are and you reply “at the arcade” and set your phone down to continue your game

thirty minutes have now passed by, you’re talking to your friends and in the corner of your eyes, you see him, chris

you wanted to be surprised that he was here, but you honestly were not, you knew he was gonna do something when you got the text from him asking for your location

you excuse yourself from the guys and walk in his direction, the second you got close to his proximity he grabbed your arm and yanked you outside, holding the door open for the both of you

he takes a deep breath before speaking “why are you with them? the only girl might i add”

“chris calm down they’re just my friends, nothing happened, yet” you smirked slightly at the last word you said, you knew that wasn’t going to sit right with him

“yet?” he chuckles, his grip on your arm tightening “we’re leaving”

“wait let me atleast say bye to them” you reply

“no. you’ve had your fun, we’re going home” he says, opening his car door, setting you inside then slamming your door

as he’s making his way around the car to get to his seat you laugh, knowing you’ve won

he opens the door, sits down and slams his door as well, he takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose before going to speak “do you know how insane you make me feel whenever you’re with another guy that’s not me?”

“are you intimidated by them? they’re just some stupid guys-“ you try to finish your sentence, but you’re cut off by a loud voice

“no- no i’m not intimidated, i’m just frustrated, why are you even with them? did i do something wrong?!” he says, trying to keep his composure, but failed

you look at him shocked, he barely raises his voice at you

“okay, this is stupid, i’m trying to tell you that it’s not that serious, nothing happened, we’re just hanging out”

“okay don’t blame me for getting upset that my girlfriend is hanging out with other guys, alone” he says

you take his hand, and look at him “you don’t have to be, okay? i dont even like hanging out with them”

he looks at you, all confused “then why do you?” barely above a whisper now

“i just wanted to see your reaction, to be honest, but i wouldn’t have done that if i didn’t think you’d be this upset about it” you slightly laugh, trying to lighten up the mood

his face blank, not sure what to say next, “okay whatever, im sorry for yelling at you- just please, tell me before you see who you’re seeing”

you squeeze his hand “okay i will”

after he got your reassurance, he turns the car on and drives off.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Illuminating ||

Jack Hughes x reader

-a ficsmas fic-

(not proof read)

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Jack likes to get pizza after a good game. Lately the Devils have been doing pretty decent, so Jack has been having cheat days

In fact Jack has been saying he’s done with the healthy life;

“I’m so done with those gross green smoothies.”

“so glad im not on that diet anymore.”

~

Tonight, the devils play the Canucks. If we lose we will get pizza, and if we win… we will get pizza. Tonight is a special night. It’s the Hughes brawl.

“Babe!” I yell for Jack. I’m making a green smoothie for him. Luke walks out of his room. “Ooo. Nice.” He laughs.

“Do you want one?” I offer.

“Hell yeah.” Luke takes the cup of green liquid that I set out for Jack. I really have no problem with it. I was going to make one for luke anyway.

“Jack!” Luke screams for him.

“I’m coming Lukey.” He barked back.

Luke, ironically loves the green smoothies, apparently they "cut the junk food out of his system."

“Try it. It’s sooo good.” Luke sips out again. He stumbles over a yoga block I was using for Pilates last night. “Oops. Sorry Luke.” I laugh.

“It’s alright.” Luke snarls. He sits in a recliner in the small living room. He turns the TV on. “Jack.”

“What.” Jack answered- in a ‘I’m annoyed’ kind of tone.

The Jersey house is always so chaotic. Luke always stretching and working out, or playing games on the living room set up. Jack doing whatever with Luke or causing trouble with me. I'm always in the room Jack and I share doing work. Sometimes late at night Luke screams in his room from playing Fortnite or watching a stupid play from the game before.

“Remember. Tonight Y/n and I are getting pizza.” Jack waves infront of Luke’s face. Motioning to see if Luke is listening.

“Yeah- alright- Jack! Jack! Move I can’t see the screen.” Luke moves his head to see the cartoon that’s playing. “Yeah I got it! You two lovers are gonna go on a pizza date! Now move!” Luke hits jacks hand out of his face.

“Okay bye Lukey.” Jack laughs. He grabs my cold hand and takes me upstairs to our room.

Tonight, I’m dropping the boys off at the rink, and I’ll be at home watching the live stream of the game. “I wish you could be there tonight.” Jack whines.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry bubs. I just have to much writing to do for the meeting tomorrow.”

I work for a large company in the PR field. Im in charge of sales tonight.

~

We're running a few minutes behind. Jack can't find his phone, Luke is in the car warming up and I'm calling Jack's phone to help my clumsy boyfriend find the stupid phone.

"Jack!" I yell from the door. Jack comes stroming down the stairs with a smile on his face.

He waves his hands up in the air. "Found it." he laughs. Jack runs out to the car and i zoom into the drivers seat.

~

Jack kisses me before jumping out of the car. Luke follows after, I wish them a goodluck and pop the back open for their gear, they set their bags off to the equipment manager and run inside.

~

I did lots of my speech, and collected data. I look up at the tv screen. Jack scored the 6th goal against Vancouver. 3rd period is about to end and I jump into the car again. Luke is hitching a ride from Curtis, apparently Lazar was going to take Luke home and make him babysit while Curtis and his wife go out- not that I have Curtis yeh idea.

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“I’m so excited!!” Jack almost bursts out of his seat. The devils had an amazing win against the Canucks. Fortunately, this can make Jack really horny or really cuddly tonight.

Jack places his hands onto my thighs while I drive, Jack tells me directions to this new downtown place he never seen. “I don’t understand why we couldn’t just go to new York. It’s only 15 minutes away.” I whined.

“Because.” Jack responds. He plays with my hair and looks at me star struck. The starts shine in his eyes.

“Look of love huh.” I tease him a bit.

Jack blushed and halts his hands up. “Stop!” He screamed.

I look at him lol he’s crazy. “I wa showing to! It’s a stop sign.” I scoff. Annoyed but in love. I lower his hand and asked him to pony me to the next street.

“Park. We can walk. Please, it’ll be fun. Like one of your stupid rom-coms.” Jack smiled maliciously.

~

After parking in the street I double checked that my car was locked and nothing valuable was in sight. Jack grabbed my hand. It was so pretty out. The dark sky hover over us, but the street lamps shine a pathway for us- even better the stars above us made a beautiful view. We looked so happy and proud of eachother. The trees a little dead. Snow on the ground. The cobblestone sidewalk getting slippery and slippery up the hill we’re walking on.

“Right here.” Jack motioned his head to the right of us.

Of course, hack has the sidewalk rule down. He is on the left side if the right sidewalk and we’re walking at a slow place so I can browse at all of the trinkets the stores have for show.

We walk into the pizza shop and it immediately gets warm, and smells like garlic and cheese. “Holy pizza galore.” Jack laughs, he pulls my closer. I’m wearing low rider flared jeans, and a cute white sweater. Underneath I have a sexy lacy bralette and a black tank top to keep me warm. Jack has in his DREW hoodie and some grey sweatpants. I look cute, and he looks hobo-ish.

“Did you take-”

“Yes baby. I took a shower after the game.” Jack finished my sentence. He pulls out his wallet, “what do you want?” He points at the menu.

“Umm. Pepperoni duo with the fries and bacon.” I whisper in his ear. I feel like a fat baby when I order. That’s something Jack admired. He loves that I’m not scared to eat in front of him.

“Hey!” He starts up with the owner, “yeah uh I’d like two pepperoni pizza and the duo with the fries and bacon.” He hands the guy his card and pulls his wallet out to put his card away after.

My hand is on jacks back, “babe.” I said under my breath. Letting Jack know that he needs to tip.

“Right.” He whips his wallet out again. He slides in $20 into the tip jar and we wait for our order.

~

We walk around for a good spot to eat. Our pizza is blazing hot, and our loaded fries are bubbling form the cheese and bacon. “Here.” I stop. There are some benches at the coast.

“Look at NYC.” We stare at the beautiful city across from us. “Beautiful.” Jack replies and he smiles at me.

“How smooth.” I laugh and nudge Jack in the side. I kiss Jack on his warm lips. Jack pulls me into his lap. I sit in between his legs and my chest holds his food while mine are in my lap. We watch the stars and talk about life.

Jack puts his cold hands down my back to warm himself. My black tank top slides down as Jack slides his hands down my underclothes. “Oh” Jack mutters.

He lifts his chin up and kissed the top of my head. “How beautiful.” He mutters. He feels the Victoria secret bra o have on. “How beautifully done you are tonight.” He says in an old English accent.

I laugh and hold his other hand that isn’t in my shirt.

He picks me up and kisses me. I feel his tounge deep through my lips, his soft overgrown stubble scratching at me. I pull him closer. My arms wrapped around his neck, I’m on my tip toes as Jack pulls me up higher. Jack lifts me up all the way, he scoops under my ass. I hold in while Jack picks up our trash and walks over to the trash. My legs wrap around his torso. The stars illuminate above us, twinkling. Making this moment so special.

Just like the Rom-Coms we watch.

~

We danced for hours under the moon. Then of course Luke asked if we could pick up some Chinese food for him and as the best future sister in law I stop Jack from kissing me more and grab Luke his stupid food.

[spyder-junkie]

EARTH-24 MILES MORALES X FEM! READER

warning: cursing, drugs, angst

‘Yo?’

“Miles?”

“Where are you???”

“Are you serious Miles….?”

You shut your phone off with a huff just after pressing send on your 6th text of the hour. You were waiting at the restaurant Miles agreed to meet you at, only he was an hour and a half late, and his phone was on dnd.

Its not like this was the first time either, Miles was habitually late to important things and you were starting to become fed up with it.

Suddenly you huffed in frustration, getting up from the booth and striding out of the restaurant. Miles promised he’d treat you to dinner to celebrate an internship you received, AND to make up for the last date he was three hours late to.

“Im not sitting in that damn booth for three hours.” You mumbled, beginning the walk back to your house. You thought back to a couple days before when the two of you were planning the event.

“Im gonna do it right this time, Mami. I wont let you down, I promise.” You mocked, rolling your eyes as your pace increased.

You flinched as your phone buzzed.

‘im otw.’

That simple text somehow angered you even more.

‘dont bother. I left.” You replied just before fumbling for the keys to your flat.

You stomp into the empty apartment, throwing down your bag and taking off the new outfit you bought just for the date.

Your grip was rough as you pulled a box from your bedside table. You grated, rolled, and sealed your first blunt so aggressively that you almost dropped it.

Then you took a deep breath. You were laying in bed in your bra and some pajama shorts, hair and makeup done, about to smoke your frustrations away when you should have been celebrating with your boyfriend. It was almost laughable.

So thats what you did, placing the blunt to your lips and lighting it while letting out a deep chuckle.

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Miles stared down at his phone before letting out a low sigh. He had just gotten back to the garage, he was pulling his suit off while simultaneously texting you that he was on the way. He wasn’t surprised that your response was quick, but he was surprised at what it said.

He knew you were upset, he would be if he was you, but he just couldnt tell you what was going on.

He was too afraid to lose you, but he was starting to think he’d lose you anyway.

He took another deep sigh, saying bye to Aaron and beginning to walk to your apartment. And when he got there, he climbed the fire escape, peering into your bedroom.

The air in the room was foggy, you were smoking, something he knew you only did when you were stressed or anxious.

He lifted the window slowly, stepping in and closing it behind himself.

He watched as your eyes flew open, looking at him for a moment before closing again. You were laying on your back, one hand behind your head and the hand holding the blunt resting on her forehead.

“I missed you, mi corazon.” Miles mumbled, trying to ease the tension. The smell of weed was heavy in the air as you took a slow drag from the blunt, eyes still closed.

“Cool.” You replied, smoke falling out of your mouth as you spoke.

“The date thing was my fault, something came up, you know how that shit is.” He said. He was waiting for the yelling and the angry frustrated tears, but they didnt come, and he couldn’t tell if that was good or not.

“Maybe I should make marijuana my new boyfriend.” You said, taking another hit and letting it trail out your nose.

“Its always there when I need it to be.” Your eyes were still closed, chest rising and falling calmly.

“Mi vida, You know Im sorry-“

“mhm.” You hummed.

“Its not gonna happen again I swear-“

“right.”

“Imma make it up to you I swear.”

He watched as you took a hit from the blunt once again. Eyes opening this time, watching the far wall.

“Miles…” She blew the smoke.

“Get out.”

Miles’ eyes widened a bit.

“Hermosa, I-“

“If I have this conversation with you right now, Im going to break up with you. I suggest you leave my room.” You say calmly.

Miles felt an immediate pain in his chest, his hands beginning to shake. He was silent as he walked back to the window, opening it and pushing his leg through.

“I love you, y/n.” He said, pausing for a moment.

“I know you do.” You reply, tapping the ash off your blunt.

[cherrycheridarling]

slip up | t.h.

tom holland x famous!reader

warnings: none just fluff

summary: tom slips up on instagram live

wc: 335

a/n: missed u guys sorry abt my absence:(<3

"That's a wrap for today! Go rest those vocal cords, Y/L/N." Toby, your producer bid you a farewell as you finished in the studio.

You nodded and hugged everyone goodbye before heading to your driver's car. It was at least midnight by the time you got back to your boyfriend's home that he shared with his best mates.

You and Tom had been dating for nearly a year and had done an impressive job of keeping your relationship away from prying eyes. With only a few suspicions here and there, the public saw you two as best friends and nothing more.

In his king sized bed, Tom was on Instagram live chatting with his fans. He needed a way to pass the time as he waited for you to come home from the studio.

"Why am I up so late? Jet lag sucks, guys." Tom lied to his fans.

He hasn't been on a plane in weeks.

"Is anyone in the house awake? Nope. They all sleep at, like, eleven or earlier. Party poopers." he frowned to the camera.

You quietly unlocked the front door, trying your best to not wake anyone in the house. Tiptoeing towards Tom's bedroom, you saw that his light was on, peeking out from under his door. With furrowed eyebrows you opened the door and saw him sitting against the headboard on his phone.

He smiled when he saw you, completely forgetting about his live, "Hi, darling. I missed you," he put his phone down and pecked your lips, "Did you get driven here?" you nodded, "You should've sent me a text," he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen, "I could've—" he froze.

You finished tying your hair up and looked at him with confusion written across your features. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong before he slapped a hand over your lips.

He looked at you with wide eyes, "I'm live on Instagram." he whispered.

You had to choke down a laugh because you knew the fans would recognize the sound immediately. You managed to peak at the screen without being in the cameras view and the comments had you struggling to keep your laughter down.

'HE HAS A GF???????'

'i'm gonna kms'

'WHO IS IT'

'no fucking way'

'PLS BE ZENDAYA'

'IM HYPERVENTILATING'

Tom opened and closed his mouth like a fish as he tried to come up with something, anything, to say. "Um, looks like I'll be going now. Thank you for joining and I'll see you all very soon." He had a sheepish grin as he spoke.

You smirked before speaking. "Bye guys." And pressed the button to end the live. Not waiting to see the reactions to your voice or if they would recognize it.

Tom wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on top of him, "Cheeky one, you are." he placed a kiss on your forehead as you smiled into his chest.

[savi0rr]

Hiii! I love your work! I think you make such an accurate Stone in your stories! May I request a one-shot of Stone being jealous with some rich folk flirting with reader?

-XOXO, Aubrey

In Your Eyes

Stone x Reader

a/n: HI AUBREY!! Thank you so much for requesting! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

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Stone clenched his fists from afar as he watched you. He hated the way that that stupid rich man stared at you. He hated the way that you stared at the rich guy. He hated the way the two of spoke to each other in a flirty manner. But he tried to keep his calm next to you.

“Funny!” You giggled as you titled your head to the side. You didn’t expect to speak to this guy, but if you could continue to distract the guy and steal his wallet. Maybe you and the others could eat that night. The rich guy only smirked as he reached out to play with your hair. “You know…you are really pretty for someone who is a scrap. What’s got you on the street?” The rich asked as he smirked. “I was kicked out by my parents.” You lied though your lips.

Stone was getting pissed. He felt his stomach turn as he reached out for your arm and pulled you back a bit. The rich guy, smirked more. He clearly knew that he was doing and going to have fun with it.

“Oh? Is this your boyfriend? He’s been quiet the whole time since we’ve been talking.” The rich man spoke to you. You blushed, before shaking your head. “No!” Stone stayed silent as he gripped your arm, not tight enough to hurt you.

The rich man only chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Of course.” The rich man said, before he continued to flirt with you.

“Alright, it’s getting late.” Stone said, before he reached down to your hand. Then tugging you away. “What—? Oh! Bye bye!” You waved to the rich man who scoffed.

Stone pulled you into an alleyway. “Really?” Stone asked as he stared down at you, holding your hand tightly. “…jealous?” You asked, blinking up at him. Before you gulped a little, then smiling. “I stole his wallet though.” You said, pulling out the rich man’s wallet. “I don’t care about that right now.” Stone said, staring at you. “Just—be careful. God knows what that man would have done if I wasn’t there.” He whispered. “Stone, I can protect myself.” “I know—but still.” He sighed, his thumb running across your hand. “I never expected you to be the jealous type.” You giggled.

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a/n: OK HI! IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO SHORT I PROMISE I’LL WRITE A LONGER ONE

[priceoftheduchess]

oh, father! where art thou?

part four.

highschool au, long lost lovers, enemies to lovers if you squint, grumpy and sunshine-esque dynamics (eventually), simon riley & fem!reader.

cw) angst, use of 2nd person, allusions/vague depictions to intimacy eventually, drinking eventually, breakdowns, motherhood, simon riley is father, un-canon lore! all of it eventually, MILITARY INACCURACIES SORRY SUE ME also not proofread!!! :U

a/n: guys!!! i have 100 likes on this account already 🥹 i want to kiss you all! also peep the hamilton reference ;P (sorry listening to “the world was wide enough” rn LOLL)

a/n 2: THIS IS SO FECKIN SHORT IM SORRY luvvies i try my best omggg !! also i might try to start writing some more intimate scenes ! if that’s something you’d all want! i’ve never written anything super explicit so ! tips are appreciated (no pun intended)

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previous part

— dianna

It has been nearly three months since you’ve seen Simon. Boot camp has been nothing short of Hell, he’s told you in his letters. But he also tells you he’s happy. That the busyness makes him forget about his family. Or the lack thereof. That the working out makes him feel human again, and he loves the physical labor. Loves feeling needed.

And you write back that you love him. And that you can’t wait to see him again.

But the tap out is today. You’re bouncing on your feet getting ready, dressed in the sweetest sundress you own, taming your waves and beating your face. You’re a vision by the time you’re done and you nearly fall down the stairs from excitement. Imagine that.

“Sorry babe! Can’t come get you! In the hospital! Catch a ride! :,)” Ludicrous.

You make it to your car by some miracle and you’re at awe at the English scenery, and how it swishes by in an instant. Old buildings lining the busy streets, and historical landmarks on each corner. Such a vibrant city, Manchester. You can’t wait for Simon to be reminded of all of it.

You drive an hour or so out of the city, to a base secluded in on open field. You’ve never been to this part of England, despite living your life here. You park your car among others. Among mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. You realize now, that even if Simon makes this a permanent thing, you will not be an island unto yourself.

This thought comforts you as you walk, guided by signs and fancy military higher-ups. You see a field of men, dressed nearly the same despite some missing hats and some donning a jacket. A man finishes making a speech that has no significance to you, and you search the sea of men for Simon.

Searching excitedly for him, you bump into a man who dwarfs you. He is considerably large, his shirt fighting for its life. You scramble to apologize, looking up at him to realize he’s wearing. . . a plain black balaclava? The bridge of his nose is visible between his eyes, but everything else is simply a shadow.

But you’ve seen these eyes before. These eyes have undressed you, and these eyes have watched you walk from your final lesson to the parking lot. These eyes watched you graduate secondary school.

Is this Simon?

Who is this? It can’t be him.

The man takes off the balaclava before your mental battle is over and shoves it into his back pocket, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders before kissing you sloppily — not giving you a moment to register the face under the fabric.

You pull away, your hand flying to pull your neckline above your cleavage again and you apologize.

“You have got the wrong girl, I can assure you! My boyfriend is around here somewhere. Maybe you know him? Simon?” And the man chuckles gruffly, forcing you to look at him.

“I know him well, dove,” he whispers softly, kissing your forehead. Millions of questions rush through your mind.

When did Simon get so strong?

What’s with the balaclava?

There is no time for you to ask for any answers before a man walks over, an ignorant saunter in his hips and a grin larger than life itself plastered on his face.

“This your bird, Ghost?” The man chuckles softly, patting your boyfriend’s back. He is so chipper and Scottish enough to almost make his words incoherent.

Ghost? What the hell happened while he was away from you?

“She’s my girlfriend, Johnny. Not just a bird,”

“Aye, my fault. Nice to meet you.” The man — Johnny — winks at you and shows himself off somewhere else.

“I’ll explain everythin’ later,” Simon says, as if he can read your thoughts. He follows you to the car, and the ride is silent.

So is dinner.

So is aftercare.

There are never answers. The balaclava sits on his desk, teasing you. Daring you to press the issue. But you never can. You wake up next to Simon for the duration of him being home, but you’re unsure who it is you’re truly waking up besides. Who has killed Simon and left this man in his space? In your bed? In your shower? Who has killed Simon and left this man to fuck you?

You feel horrible, you do. But, it’s. . . he’s quieter. Curter with you. This is when you decide to press the issue.

You decide while he’s nose-deep in your tits is best. Licking and biting like a man starved, getting his friction from the sheet.

“What’s with the mask?”

He audibly groans, negatively, and sits up. “Good timin’,” he snarks and goes to change into some new sweatpants. “Nothin’ ‘bout it, luv. Just don’t want all those people seein’ my face. I ‘on’t know. Didn’t figure it’d be an issue.” He explains, almost bored. “Don’t know these people. Don’t tell ‘em my name.”

“An’ you never thought to mention this’a me?” You’re not sure why you’re so irritated about this. Maybe because Simon has changed so much, so quickly. The muscle you don’t mind. But it’s everything else. The anonymity. The curtness. You know what happens from here, and it causes your eyes to sting. You know that one day, Simon will go from curt to silent. He will lose everything that brought you to him, and he will be a shell of himself. War is not kind. It is not gentle. It tears and destroys all in its path. War is not about what is right, it is who is left when all is said and done. And you’ve started crying.

“You’re different, Simon. You are short with me now. These is a different air about you. You don’t even wear the same cologne! You haven’t even unpacked your duffel, ‘ike you’re ready’a go back already! You’re still hiding things from me! Why are ya doin’ that?!” You’re ready to keep screaming but he cuts you off by shoving your face in his pecs. It’s not so bad here.

“Stop.” He orders. Already barking like orders like he’s some kind of Lieutenant. Oh, God, Lieutenant Riley? Could you imagine? You hope he lives to make it that far. “I understand why y’re upset, luv. Y’re scared of change, and of my change, but we weren’t goin’a be those same, timid fuckin’ secondary kids forev’a, yeah? Hell, y’ve changed ‘fore I did. Y’re gorgeous, and y’re a spitfire, luv. Got a sharp tongue now. I’m sorry if’ya think I’ve been short wit’ ya. And I’m not hidin’ nothin’ from you. I jus’ like my privacy, yeah? Don’t know those men, yeah? N’ I’m sorry that me losin’ the cologne is botherin’ ya, but it was from my Dad, luvvie. Couldn’t keep holdin’ on’na it.” He explains, and you feel a bit silly now. “We were bound’a change, luv.” He shrugs, kissing your head. “How can I make it easier for ya?” He asks, and your heart melts. You know now that you only have one condition.

“If you can just stay alive, that would be enough.” You plead, big ol’ doe eyes and batting eyelashes helping your case tenfold.

“I’ll fight for you, my luv. No one else can protect you like I can,” he says and you snort. So cocky, so quickly. You give him that luxury.

“Any other conditions, luv?” He asks, chuckling gruffly at your snort.

“I bought some new rubbers in preparation for today. Yes, there are many’a ways you can make this easier,” you wink. You’re stumbling into bed so quickly that you forget the rubber that started this to begin with.

Oh, what’s one round without it?

[activesplooger]

Heya! Can we have yandere adam smut with fem reader whom has big boobs and a thin waist? Back pain goes crazy...Adam thinks it but a small price to pay to have big titties <3

of course my dear!

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮!𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝔁 𝓑𝓲𝓰-𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓫-𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓶-𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝓢𝓜𝓤𝓣 | 18+ 𝓜𝓓𝓝𝓘 | 𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼: (MDNI) SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE ANON <3 ty for the request i had a lot of fun! hope u enjoy it :)

𝓒𝓦: NSFW!!, posessiveness, yandere-ish behavior, spanking, oral (m recieving)

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1,519

One of your closest friends was having a birthday and you just had to go. She's your best friend after all! And despite your over-protective boyfriend's protests, you were adamant about going.

"Cmon baby," he whined, massaging your hips to try to coax you into not going, "stay with me. I'll show you an even better time~". Reluctantly, you pull away, careful to not fall for his tricks, "No, Adam. Ally's been my best friend since I was on Earth! I can't miss this.". Adam rolls his eyes, "Jesus, she's had a hundred fucking birthdays! God forbid you miss one-". "Adam," you warn, "I'm going. That's final.". His grip on your hips gets punishingly tight, the soft caress turning into a possesive hold, "Fine! Fuck! Be like that then. You better call me every 5 fucking minutes babe.". Rolling your eyes, you mutter "yeah whatever" under your breath as you walk to the bedroom, "I'm gonna get dressed.".

Adam's gaze lingers on your ass as you walk away, mesmorized by the subtle sway of your hips as you move. The sight is enough for him to get his cock to full mast. He almost forgets about his past frustration as new problem painfully strains against the confines of his boxers and peaks out through his robe. 'Shit,' he thinks to himself, 'I'll deal with her later. Bathroom first.'.

You finish getting ready, your hair and makeup had already been done so it only took about 5 minutes to get dressed. You put on one of Adam's large hoodies to cover your outfit. The outfit you're wearing under the hoodie consists of a tight leather mini-skirt and a black corset paired with knee high boots. The mini skirt and boots excentuated your legs, your bare thigh peaks out revealing a tantalizing amount of skin. Your corset squeezed tightly around your slim waist, while your tits look even bigger as they get squeezed together by the tight bustier. Yeah, it wasn't exactly the most modest outfit... But you could get away with it since Heaven wouldn't dare repremanding the first man's girlfriend. However, Adam for sure wouldn't let this outfit slide. It's not like you'd ever think of letting another man touching you or anything, it's just to look good! No matter how many times you'd reasure him of this, he wouldn't budge. Hence, the large hoodie.

You hope that it would fool him and you'd get off scot free, but Adam isn't stupid. It's certainely a long shot that you were willing to take. Stepping out of the bedroom you see the bathroom light and fan turned on. Adam usually turns the fan on when jacking off to drown out the noise. Fuck yeah, jackpot! Knocking on the door you say your goodbyes, he's be too busy to patrol your outfit anyway, "Bye, love! Im heading out! I love you". Adam tries to suppress a grunt as he responds, his voice ragged as he calls out through the door, "hng, okay... fuck... I love you too...". You throw off the hoodie, setting it down somewhere on the counter.

Grabbing your purse, you head out the door with a gleeful expression. You can't believe you'd gotten away with it! Now you can have a nice evening with you best friend in the cute outfit you picked. Tonight's gonna be amazing!

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Fuck. You're screwed. It's currently 3am and your only just getting home. You had previously promised Adam to be home no later than 11pm and it's now 4 hours passed. And if that wasn't bad enough, your phone died quickly so you missed any messages from Adam. It wasn't your fault thought! You had lost track of time and had to be everyone's designated driver. 'Maybe he'd understand' you thought, then remembering that it's Adam and he would not give a fuck. Quietly, you remove your boots as to not rouse Adam with the clicking of the heel. Tiptoeing inside, you see Adam sitting on the couch with a stern expression. Well, fuck.

"H-Hey baby," you stammer, wishing you had kept his hoodie on, "what're you doing up?". He scoffs, "What the fuck are you doing up? And you're not answering my texts? I was worried, bitch!". "Adam," you begin, trying to get him to sympathise with you, "I wasn't doing anything I swear! My phone had died and of course Ally got shit faced so I had to drive her and everyone home-". "Stop," he commands, "come here.". Curiously you step foward, his eyes roaming over your body, "You let people see you like this? In this slutty fucking outfit?".

"Adam-"

"Quiet," he interupts.

You didn't dare talk back. Normally, you wouldn't put up with his possesive crap but you had gone too far... Plus, he did get cheated on with his ex-wives who were supposed to be made for him, so you knew why he was extra possesive.

Adam roughly grabs your hips and turns you around, exhaling sharply as he examines your outfit, "Jesus FUCK, I can't fucking believe people saw this.". His large hands grab your waist and pull you down, now bent over his lap. "A-Adam?!" you stammer. "Shh, baby girl," he coos, "you had this coming.". The angel swiftly swats your barely covered ass, a pleasured yelp escaping your lips. A red hand mark is visible where he spanked you, he rubs the area gently before reaching his hand back and crashing it back down on the sensitive area. "Ah- Adam," you squeak, "please, no more. I'm sorry-". "'Sorry's not gonna cut it, babe. Guess I'll have to remind you who's in fucking charge, hm?".

Before you can speak, Adam effortlessly slings you over his shoulder and ushers you to the bedroom. He throws you down onto the plush mattress, lookimg over you with a dark grin. Your face is mere inches away from his constricted erection. His weighty girth strains against his pants, a mere glimpse of the sheer size of this man. "F-Fuck..." you whisper in a breathy voice, making Adam chuckle grimly. He gestures his hips towards your face, "Go on, you know what you need to do.".

You crane your neck slightly forward, taking the metal zipper in your mouth and pulling it down with you teeth. As you work on taking his pants off, Adam wastes no time in undressing your top half. He swiftly unties your corset, freeing your pert breasts from the confines of the bodice leaving you in just a leather mini skirt.The angel's large hands cup your tits, the large breast enveloping his hands entirely. "Mine," he whispers possesively. Adam kneads the supple flesh, massaging them slowly and teasingly. Moaning softly at his touch, you pull down his boxers. His colossal length presses against his stomach, standing at a proud 10 inches with an impressive girth.

Adam wraps one hand around your petite waist, enveloping it entirely, whilst the other tangles in the back of your hair. "Open wide, baby~" he says in a sultry tone, guiding your mouth toward his eager cock. You wrap your lips around him, stretching your mouth out fully as you try to accomodate for his size. Your tongue twirls around his glossy tip, tasting the salty flavor of his pre cum. Adam's hand snakes up from your waist back to your tit, squeezing the large mound in his hand, "Fuckk baby, take it...". He thrusts into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly. You quickly regained your composure and started to bob your head on his cock, eliciting grunts and praises from him. "That's it," he coos, " 'm gonna fill up your throat. Is that what you want? Because you seem to be begging for attention with that skimpy little outfit that should've been for MY eyes only.".

Talking of your recent 'mistake' only fuels his anger, thrusting into your mouth faster and harder the more irritated he gets. His cock bullies into your throat as he face fucks you, the repetitive agressive pistoning starting to make you struggle. Yeah its safe to say you're gonna have a bit of a sore throat in the morning His hands are now both tangled into your hair, pulling your head in tandem with his thrusts. You reach up and start to massage his balls, immedietly doing the trick. Waves of pleasure crash over Adam, his thrusts becoming erratic as cum pours down your throat.

He finishes riding out his orgasm, his movements gradually getting slower. The angel pulls out of your mouth, his body glistening with sweat as he heaves. You barely have a moment to catch your breath before Adam topples you, laying on top and holding you close for some much needed aftercare.

"Good girl," he praises while stroking your hair. You melt into his embrace, the weight of his body on you feeling like a heated weighted blanket. "Now you now your place, right?" he asks. "Y-Yes." you respond, still trying to catch your breath. Adam kisses your forehead, "Good, let's get some rest. I love you.". "I love you too," you say, slowly drifting off into peaceful slumber.

The end!

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[aswefindourwayback]

Sold to one direction 2013 (BAU's version)

Author's note: This is a literal joke and for fun and nostalgia. Also yes I know hazel eyes aren't completely green or anything but I've got limited emojis lol.

WC: 569

No warnings! Hope you guys enjoy!

You had just gotten home from a day at uni. 

You went to your room, covered in posters by bands like the smiths and radiohead. You weren’t like the other girls who had Taylor Swift and Harry Styles posters on their walls. You were… different. You were weird and quirky, so no one ever paid you any mind. 

You took off your beat up converse and put your hair in a messy bun. You looked in the mirror and analyzed the outfit you were wearing: a nirvana shirt, shorts, black knee high socks and a plaid flannel around your waist. 

All of a sudden your mom opened your door. “Mom, privacy? Knock next time.” 

“Oh you won’t have to worry about that. Pack your things.”

“What? Why? Are we moving?”

“I’m not. You are. We’ve sold you to pay for our trip to Bora Bora.”

With that, she walked out the door of your bedroom. 

Welp, you guess you have to start packing. 

After about an hour, you had all your things packed into 2 suitcases. You didn’t have much since you didn’t wear makeup and wore less girly clothes, unlike the other girls. 

You carried your stuff downstairs where you bumped into a tall, kind of broad build. You look up and are met with honey brown eyes. 

“Aaron Hotchner. Hotch. Is this all your stuff?”

“Y-yeah..” was all you were able to say. 

As this “Hotch” took your bags out to the car, you looked at your mom. 

“Bye Sweetie!” was all she said as she waved you goodbye with a smile plastered on her face. 

You walked out to the car and saw Hotch holding the car door open for you. 

“Prepare yourself to meet everyone.”

Everyone? Who’s everyone? What the hell is going on?

After a few hours of driving, you guys finally arrived at your destination which was…. An FBI building?!

“Woah mister, idk what kind of game this is but I haven’t done ANYTHING wrong. Okay I lied, one time I stole a pen from Jessica Anderson but that was because I really liked that pen and she stole my boyfriend but THAT’S IT. Oh my god I can’t believe I’ve already lied to the FBI. I SWEAR IM INNOCENT AND NONVIOLENT SIR IM SORRY.” you scream as you bury your face into your hands. 

“Are you done screaming?” says Hotch.

“Yup” you say, still hiding your face. 

“You’re not in trouble or anything.” You sit up straight and look at him, “I’m not?”

“No, this is where the team and I work. Come on, let’s go in.” The team?! What in the butt fuckery???

You guys walk into the building, towards the elevator and go up a few floors. 

When the doors open again, there’s another fucking glass door.

How many doors are there? Damn. 

“Most of the team are out at lunch but this…” he says walking towards a scrawny looking boy, not too far from your age, “is Dr. Spencer Reid. I think you two will get along well.”

Spencer begins to stand from his chair. 

He’s so tall he’s towering over you. It also doesn’t help that you are small and petite and fragile. 

His hazel orbs 🟢👄🟢 are staring into your soul. 

“Hi” he says giving you a smirk.😏 

“Hi” you say back.

Maybe getting sold by your family isn’t going to be so bad at all.