#imagine having to hide for 1k years your ears

[randomnameless]

Thinking a bit about @butchcraftmacncheese’s comment on the Rhea bedroom post -

I think it’s an entire missed opportunity to have made Seteth’n’Flayn be able to use the Sauna - because people could see their ears.

Likewise, Catherine can’t have a faerghian knight moment where she meets her liege who’s taking a bath and they both blush calling each other by their names... Because Rhea has to hide her ears.

If a Nabatean is ever injured on the battlefield, and if this injury happens to be a head injury, they cannot go to any healer to be patched up - because the healer might spot their pointy ears.

Heck, Mercedes or Annette, if they befriend Flayn, can’t braid her hair or accessorise it, for the same reason (if they move the wrong part, they might spot her ears!).

So while this can be seen as a funny trivia detail...

Rhea’s bathroom isn’t only here to show bathrooms exist (iirc there is only one game I ever played that bothered to show toilets for every level in a dungeon!), her rank bcs she has an en-suite bedroom so she’s not a random schmuck, but also (given the amount of details this artbook has that weren’t translated in the game) it’s here to remind/tease us that Rhea, and by extension the Nabateans, are still hiding their nature because the world, even Garreg Mach that is supposed to be her new home, isn’t “safe” enough to reveal her ears.

but hey, it raises random plotbunny ideas, like Seteth having to wait for Rhea to finish to finally get access to the bathroom, Rhea casually dropping to Cyril that yes, she and Seteth share the bathroom - they even used to bath together when they were younger! - Cyril asking confirmation to Catherine that it’s weird which prompt them to grill him about their relationship in their supports

[exphhoria]

Breeding Jing Yuan

Creampie ft. sub!Jing Yuan

CW : dom!reader x sub!Jing Yuan, amab!Jing Yuan, reader has a dick / strap, penetration ( giving ), feminization, breeding, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, begging, edging, pregnancy mention, established relationship, marking, hickeys, rough sex, praise, scratch marks, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, mention of Jing Yuan having a womb ( he doesn’t ), Jing Yuan is called pet names, tell me if I need to add any more

Word count : 1k

Thinking about Jing Yuan who can’t help but want to be bred fully and completely by you, so much so that the thought that he can't even get pregnant doesn’t seem to cross his mind.

As a general, Jing Yuan has trained many young disciples and seen plenty of children aboard the Xianzhou. Seeing them so often, frolicking around the streets with such carefree joy and laughter surrounding them, he couldn’t help but wonder sometimes… what if they were yours? Years ago, Jing Yuan would never have even batted an eye at the sight, but after being with you for so long, he could only imagine what it would be like to have kids of your own. Oh how he yearned for you to get him pregnant. If only you knew how much he wanted you to make his belly swell with your babies as you pumped him full of your seed.

One day, these thoughts managed to escape him. You had been on a walk when a group of young children ran past you, dragon kites in tow. It was then that he mentioned how much he would love to have kids of his own with you. At first, he thought you hadn’t even heard his passing comment, but who would’ve known that later that night you’d be bending him over on your shared bed to fulfill his wish.

“What was it you wanted, hmm? If you wanted to be stuffed full of my cock, you could have just asked, darling~” with each word uttered, you sunk yourself deeper into Jing Yuan’s abused hole.

“Don’t worry, sweets, afterall, who else can fulfill your wish if not me?” you chuckle as you lower your voice to a whisper. At the same time, you finally bottomed out inside of him, causing a moan to escape his throat. After so many rounds, he was already sensitive, and each touch felt like fire against his delicate skin,

“N-name..” he whined, looking up at you through half-lidded lashes. You gently shushed him, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet his words.

You set a slow yet consistent pace, forcing the spilled cum back into his hole with each of your thrusts. “My dear A-Yuan,” you purred, “you’d look so pretty all knocked up with my babies, gonna fill you up just like that ‘n turn you into my baby mama” you murmured into his ear, breath hot against his neck.

He whimpered, pawing at you as rutted against you. “Pu-puhlease, more- ngh,, faster,, ah!” he begged, burying his head into your shoulder to hide his face.

You chuckled, ignoring his pleads and pulling out in favor of trailing kisses down his exposed neck, biting and licking at his supple skin as he lay beneath you. “A-Yuan, A-Yuan,” you tutted, “so needy... can’t I take my time making love to my darling wife?”

“N-name-!” he whined, squirming around under you, “put it b-back..,-” Unable to do anything, Jing Yuan could only struggle and writhe in vain at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

You caressed his cheek, using your thumb to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall from his watery eyes. “My sweet sweet dove, I can’t understand you if you don’t use your words. So why don’t you go and tell me exactly what you want, hmm?”

“W-wan it inside, ple-please- can’t-,” he panted, stumbling over his words.

“Go on now, speak clearly for me, darling”

He sniffled, doing his best to string his words together “Ngh, want to get pregnant,, want you”

“Good boy,” you cooed, capturing his lips in a kiss as you repositioned yourself outside of his hole. You pushed his legs up against his chest, taking a moment to admire how beautiful he looked before quickly shoving back into him without warning. The sudden feeling of fullness pushed Jing Yuan over the edge, causing him to spill cum all over himself with a choked sob.

“F-fuck,, keep going ngh,” he groaned, digging his nails into your back.

You peppered him with messy kisses as you continued to pound into him, each thrust fast and powerful, thoroughly reaching his prostate. You kept going even as you came inside of him, not stopping for a moment between shaky breaths and moans.

“Gonna breed you full of my seed,” you groaned as you rutted into him, “Gonna fuck you til you’re stuffed full with my babies, til you can’t fit any more.” Between your cock and the many rounds of cum that filled his hole, Jing Yuan felt like he was about to burst.

Seeing this, you pressed down on the bulge peeking through his stomach, eliciting a loud moan from him with each circle you rubbed against it.

Your hands firmly held his legs in place as your cock thrusted into him at an overwhelmingly quick pace. At the same time, you pumped his hard dick in time with your thrusts, the tip already leaking from his previous orgasms.

As you grew closer to your climax, your rhythm became sporadic and messy, too busy focusing on chasing your high to worry about keeping a steady pace. “F-fuck.. love you s’much,” you rambled drunkenly, “gonna be such a good mama for my kids”.

You held Jing Yuan tightly, leaning down to kiss him as you messily pounded into him. He whimpered into your kiss, knuckles turning white from gripping at the sheets as he cried, “G-gonna cum, gon-gonna ah AH~!♡♡”

Seconds later, you joined him, filling him to the brim with your seed. You stayed sheathed inside for a moment, just basking in the feeling of him around you as you came down from your high. “So pretty just f’me,” you mumbled as you hugged him tight, kissing each of the bruises you left on his neck.

After you pulled out, the aftermath of the scene began to spill from his loose hole, both his and your cum dripping down his legs and splattered across his stomach. Despite it all, he looked ethereal, all messy and ruined with tears and sweat strewn across his well-built figure. Such a powerful and decorated general and he was all yours. Yours for the taking and yours to ravage.

“You’re so good f’me, baby,” you hummed, “took me so well”

You stroked his hair, running your fingers through his tangled locks and peppering kisses to the bundles of strands between your fingertips. Jing Yuan smiled tiredly before closing his eyes, nuzzling into your embrace. “Wwait, don’t stop,” he cried, alarmed, “still not- done..” with each word, his voice drowsily trailed off before finally falling asleep. After so many orgasms, he still wasn’t satisfied. It seems you would just have to grant his wish tomorrow too~

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[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Wingman (if you squint)

Hyde has a hard time accepting his baby brother is dating but when he attempts to help him ends up embarrassing him a bit

Wc: 1k

He is going to kill him. Rip his head out if needed to have some privacy. Leo looked at him like he was crazy when he asked him if something just moved between those trees before getting brushed off with a ‘you should sleep more, managing that truck must be making you go crazy’ and return to doxxing some rich old men.

But now he was sure, as you were helping him close the truck after lunch he turned to grab a box and saw a white flash hide behind the piano. If it was the first time that week he might have only yelled at him a bit but after getting seriously stalked for at least a month he might end up getting an angry call from their mother because of the state he is going to leave him in.

First it was when you two were hanging out in the fireplace, both sharing a hammock.

“Hey, Sho” you nudge your head against his shoulder, in response he doesn't really move his eyes from his phone but does let out a hum acknowledging you “that spot is really empty” he hums again and mumbles something along the lines of ‘yeah, I guess’ “wouldn't that make a nice spot for a food truck”

“Mc…”

“Just think about that” you sit up while holding his arm, making him sit up while complaining. When he sits he lays his head on your shoulder and anchors himself with a hug around your waist “You could put your truck there and work while I wait here, eating some chips and I can go get you things if you need”

“Maybe…. That would be nice” he mumbles against your skin, looking at the spot before seeing a blur hide behind the old arcade machine a few meters away but brushing it off as his imagination. Even then his arm itches in annoyance but could be the uniform's textile.

The second time he thought he was seeing things was at the manantial it's early morning, the classes don't start in an hour but still you two are walking together to waste some time.

“Would your soups taste different if you used this water?”

“Maybe, but I don't think they would taste good” you look at him in confusion, head dipping to the side “there is a supposed deep water monster in there, according to some vagastorm third years”

“Then make fish stock!” your hand pinches the air with your hand as if it was a piranha and start aiming to his body.

“You are disgusting” he laughs at the childish act and lays the palm of his hand on your face so you stay far enough to not tickle his ribs. Suddenly he stops smiling and focuses on the dragon skeleton, a blur seemingly hiding again behind the railings and the column of the ouija plaza.

“I'm sorry! I didn't notice you got annoyed with it”

“It wasn't that! It's just I thought I saw something strange”

“Oh~~ mayhaps a love dove? Don't you want to tell me something?” you tease as you suddenly stick your shoulder to him, acting shy as if he was going to confess.

“Such an annoying senpai” he tsks looking away, hand scratching his neck and tips of his ears slightly red. Even if you were embarrassing him he was relieved you didn't notice anything weird and killed the mood.

Or the time you two were at the arcade and something was lurking by the adjacent window of the haunted house or how the books falling over when you two were studying for a mission together or Alan calling that someone wanted to meet him while you were hanging out in vagastorm but coming out there is nobody and even Alan is surprised. After a while he figures who it is and is a bit relieved he isn't going crazy but mad he is getting supervised like a toddler.

But he would get to him later, now he has to wrap this up and that would be everything for today.

“Sho, can you lend me 500 yen? I left my pencil case at home and my pencil broke during last class" you put down another of the boxes before asking him, childishly rubbing your hands together as if begging.

He snorts but still looks for his wallet “you are so irresponsible, aren't upper classmates supposed to help their kohais?”

“Don't get so mad at me, when I take lunch from your food truck tomorrow I will bring it” kicking your feet you see something slipping out of Sho's wallet, quickly you bend down and hand it to him, not recognizing what it was until he looked distraught at the little packet between your fingers “sho, something fell down… oh” What fell down from his pocket was a condom “were you expect a happy ending later today?” you tease as you slip the condom in his shirt pocket.

“quit it” he turns around and starts walking to the cafeteria so you can't see his red face.

“H-hey! you didn't give me the money”

Soon after throwing you a 500 yen coin pen Sho sprints to Hyde's office, his stalker and the only one who would have the chance to slip something in his wallet without him noticing, slamming the door open and almost unhinging it accidentally with his abnormal strength and he comes face to face with the bane of his existence thorn on his side, his older brother. Who isn't surprised to see him burning in rage

“Want to explain something asshole?”

“Shohei you finally visit me!” he spreads his arms as if he was going to go for a hug.

“shut the fuck up! What the hell is this supposed mean?” he lifts the offending wrapped condom and stares at his brother, white hair slightly disheveled as he ran as fast as he could.

“I just thought that if you are going to date you might as well be careful” he brings his hand to his mouth and acts bashful “you are just 19 sho, babies shouldn't be having babies”

Snapping at him his hands grasp his own platinum hair “it fell down and now they surely think I'm a pervert because of you”

“At least a responsible pervert! That is better in most people's than a rascal who has unprotected sex”

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

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＊ Sipping Pink Lucozade by zmmf / @zaynmaliksmiddlefinger [E, 86k, Zayn/Liam]

If Zayn had to describe his life for the past few years, “struggling musician” would be a massive understatement. The last thing he needs right now is a distraction from his last shot at a successful career.

Enter the most tempting distraction he could imagine in the form of Liam Payne, the irresistible—and deeply closeted—playboy and son of the owner of Zayn's label.

Liam Payne is used to getting everything he wants with a tap of his black card—but he isn’t used to wanting something money can’t buy.

Let alone something he shouldn't desire to begin with.

Both men know they shouldn't risk everything by giving in to temptation, but it just might be too late.

＊ Clear Blue Water, High Tide Came And Brought You In by BoosBabycakes / @boosbabycakes28 [E, 79k, Harry/Louis]

A wonderful sweet, somewhat innocent and very hopeful Harry makes it to the big city to start a new life, away from the pain and risks his own home poses for him. A broken, somewhat lonely but very self-aware Louis tries to give his days meaning, purpose.

A journey through love, understanding and self-awareness in which acceptance of one's self and the capacity to focus on what's really important are the drivers.

A carefully constructed yet fragile web of lies, designed to keep them safe, might just be what also pulls them apart.

Or the one where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a vampire, and they have to hide who they really are to the other. What could possibly go wrong?

＊ Stray by @haztobegood [E, 1k, Zayn/Harry, Louis/Harry]

Louis waits in the booth he’s occupied since they arrived. He checks his phone for the time, finishes his second drink, and waits. Harry had put on a good show for him. Picking a gorgeous man, dancing filthily, whispering in his ear, kissing him hard. It wasn’t a surprise when the man led Harry to the back. He imagines Harry in any number of positions, on his knees, in an alley, wrists pinned against a wall. Louis shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself under the table.

Finally, Louis catches a glimpse of familiar curls weaving through the crowd. The man’s arm is firm around Harry’s waist until they stop in front of the booth. “I found this stray wandering around. I believe he’s yours.”

＊ and then, i wait there for you by punk_pillow_princess / @punkpillowprincess [M, 9k, Louis/Harry]

Harry has always dreamed of having his “happily ever after”, but hasn't found the right one yet. Suddenly, he meets Louis.

＊ All This Time (I was Waiting for You) by @ohharold [E, 4k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis have always been destined for eachother. Some time apart has Harry reminiscent of their first meeting.

＊ spring in your eyes by @nouies [NR, 3k, Louis/Harry]

“Just Go with It” inspired AU where plastic surgeon Harry pretends to be married to his assistant Louis to avoid unwanted attention.

＊ Started Off With Some Birthday Sex by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry gets woken up at the exact moment he turns thirty, Louis makes sure to start off his birthday with a bang.

＊ Timing Is Everything by @littleroverlouis [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Harry's Valentine's Day marriage proposal does not go as planned. Part 7 of Putting the 'Ho' in Holiday

＊ From the Dining Table by @littleroverlouis [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Harry's thirtieth birthday hasn't gone as expected.

Things start looking up from the dining table.

＊ One Thing (for my birthday) by @berzerkshires [E, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Canon Compliant: Liam shares a link of an interview from twelve years ago to the One Direction Whatsapp promising a DJ a lads' night for Harry's birthday, they plan one night to hang out. And Harry makes sure to get that One Thing he wants every birthday.

＊ Bavarian Cream by @berzerkshires [E, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Lou has a big day planned for the birthday girl, but all Harry wants to do is thirty things with Lou.

＊ like a fire hydrant by @justanothershadeofblue [E, 3k, OT5]

Louis has a surprise planned for Harry after his final concert to help take his mind off the ending of his tour. A very messy surprise.

＊ i would know you from touch alone by staybeautiful / @harruandlou [E, 72k, Louis/Harry]

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone.

Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain.

It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.

or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

＊ Skin on My Skin by Layne Faire / @laynefaire [E, 2k, Zayn/Liam]

Damn, I could get lost in a heartbeat Damn, I can't get over your body Can't take my eyes off you, baby Let me love you, baby

Let me touch you where you like it Let me do it for ya Give you all of my attention Dive into that ocean of your love, oh Let me show you just how much I want ya

＊ Can You Feel Where the Wind Is by @fallinglikethis [M, 3k, Zayn/Liam}

It had been a normal day, just like any other. He’d been doing a PR tour for his father’s election campaign, making appearances in marginalized communities to let them know that his father saw them, would work for them if elected. He’d always maintained that his father would make a bigger impact by showing up himself, proving that he meant to keep his promises and was not just sending his son to give lip service. Liam’s advice had fallen on deaf ears, but then it’s not like Liam had listened to his father’s advice either.

Liam still remembers the argument, still remembers the feelings of stubborn exasperation and eventual grudging acceptance, when his father had insisted that Liam needed a security detail while out doing his father’s bidding. He remembers arguing that he had no real power over anything, so no one would care about him, let alone try to hurt him. But that assessment had proven to be untrue today.

＊ Dirty Diana by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

In the month leading up to his 30th birthday, Harry writes to his confidante Diana every day, sharing his fantasies about Louis.

It'll be a dirty thirtieth indeed if they all become reality.

＊ Bend Like a Hairpin by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [M, 25k, Harry/Louis]

Who could have guessed that Harry’s entire FBI career could hinge on his ability to convincingly swing around a stripper pole without braining himself?

Harry stands in front of the pole, his back still to Louis, and takes a big breath. He just has to hope it’s not obvious from behind that he’s completely freaking out. He closes his eyes and tries to listen to the music, letting his heartbeat match the beat.

(Or the one where FBI agent Harry Styles screws up in a mission and he has one more chance to save his career. He’s going undercover as a stripper to investigate a strip club suspected of money laundering. There’s just 2 problems: 1) Harry can’t dance, and 2) he might be falling for the club’s owner Louis, who just happens to be the prime suspect).

＊ I Might Say Yes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [E, 6k, Louis/Harry]

“You and Zayn get up to any mischief then?” Louis’ smirk suggests that he knows how Harry and Zayn’s brunches usually turn out, but Harry would bet on everything he has that Louis would never be able to guess it this time.

It’s not very nice of him, but Harry can’t help but wait until Louis has taken another sip of tea before he answers.

“I bought a wedding dress.”

Just as predicted Louis does a spit take worthy of the cinema, but Harry is impressed with how quickly he’s able to pull himself back together.

Louis takes a moment to set his cup down and when he speaks again his tone is even, but with the mirth of a challenge hidden underneath. “I wasn’t aware that you were engaged?”

Harry just shrugs easily. “Reckon I’m not.” He pauses to flash a coy smile. “Someone ought to put a ring on it.”

(Or the one where Harry buys a wedding dress on a whim. And his very doting boyfriend, Louis, is more than happy to indulge him).

＊ What’s in a Name by @hellolovers13 [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate.

The name on his arm disagreed.

But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

＊ Crimson Clover by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt [T, 5k, Louis/Harry]

Harry and Louis are soulmates, but one is already promised to another. When their plan to flee is discovered and they are separated, Harry falls gravely ill.

Can his father's heart be persuaded to bring Louis back to him?

＊ I'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed [NR, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces.

＊ pretty please? by @disgruntledkittenface [E, 3k, Louis/Harry]

Harry gets impatient for her Valentine’s Day present.

＊ Pussy Juice by @homosociallyyours [M, 3k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry visits her hometown gay bar, she expects it to be a little awkward. But if she's going to move back to town, she figures she better get used to that. While she manages to dodge the bar's "special" drink, the Pussy Juice shot, she can't avoid the feelings that come up when her former teacher (and teen crush), Louis joins her and her friends for the night.

＊ Room With a View by @littleroverlouis [E, 1k, Louis/Harry]

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Harry asks. “Absolutely stunning.”

Louis mumbles into her skin. “You’re the stunning one.” Her hands leave the railing and skim down Harry’s sides, from rib cage to the flare of her hips. A muted purr rumbles from her chest as she leans into Louis.

“No, that’s you,” Harry purrs, nuzzling further into Louis’ chest. They cuddle as they lazily watch the endless stretch of sea. Time does not exist when there is sunshine on your face, fresh salty air in your lungs, and the comfort of your most beloved in your arms.

“Doesn’t this fresh air feel so fucking good?”

“Wanna make you feel even better,” Louis murmurs into Harry’s tousled hair.

Or Louis and Harry go on an Alaskan cruise. Part 4 of Holigays

＊ baby you're the boss at home by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 3k, Harry/Louis]

Louis sets up a camera in the master bedroom, so she can watch over her wife while she's at work. But it doesn't take long for Harry to notice -- and to decide to have some fun with it, at the expense of Louis' sanity.

She watches Harry’s head tip back, twisting against the pillow, and she wishes so desperately that she could hear the whimpers she knows are spilling from Harry’s throat – that long, beautiful, marble throat that she wants to cover in kisses and bites. When Harry’s back arches, Louis almost moans – catching herself just in time to remember that she’s not muted, that she’s on a call with a dozen top execs, that anyone could hear. Fuck. She needs to get off. Get off the call and also get off she is dripping into her silk panties; at this rate there’s going to be a wet spot on her fancy ergonomic chair before long.

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[luveline]

hotch baby blurb! can we pls have some domestic hotch... breakfast on the kitchsn counter just the two of them (i imagine this is in a world where they're married w/ more kids after Jack so like. run down tired parents vibes)

thank you for your request! ♥︎ fem!mom!reader 1k

The problem that morning is that the kitchen table is covered one end to the other. Toys, coats, Aaron's briefcase, your laptop, your notebook and pencil case, Jack's AP history project. So despite your good intentions of wanting to sit down with Aaron and have a romantic Sunday breakfast, there's nowhere for you to sit. 

"You should've waited for me," he says, as if summoned by your troubled thoughts. He's good at that. 

"I wanted to do it before Janey wakes up." 

Jane is three years old, which is currently your favourite age she's ever been, but makes breakfast hard. 

Aaron nods and holds out his hands. You brace yourself on instinct and try not to squeal too loudly when he starts to lift you, hopping so he can set you on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you ask through laughter. 

"The table's a mess," he says. 

"I'm sorry–" 

"You will be if you apologise for something that isn't your fault," he threatens. 

Aaron is unsurprisingly an amazing partner. He always carries his weight. And though his job gets in the way sometimes, you can't lie: he's a dreamboat, and he makes being married with two kids feel as easy as it can. 

Which, regretfully, isn't easy at all. But still. Go Aaron. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and almost give him whiplash pulling him back. 

"I'm just grabbing plates," he says, confused. 

"No, sorry, can I have you for two seconds? Sorry." 

He stands between your legs, waiting patiently for you to do whatever it is you're planning. He's used to your over apologising and your sudden fits of affection. They drive him insane for different reasons. He looks content now if slightly flummoxed, his unkempt hair bordering his brow, his sleep shirt rolled at the neckline from a deep sleep. You should know, you'd spent the night nestled against it. 

"You can have me as long as you want me." 

"We both know that's not true." 

He smells like toothpaste. You pull his face to yours, resting your cheek against the side of his chin. Your arms curl around the nape of his neck, trying to hide him from everything.  

"I wish I could make the world stop spinning," you confess. "For me and you." 

"I can definitely arrange that, honey," Aaron says. You love his at-home voice. He talks to you in a register that's sweet and soft and low, like there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be, and nobody in it he'd rather speak with. "You know I'd do anything you wanted." 

"You wouldn't let me give you a massage last night," you complain. 

He laughs, almost giggles in your ear. "Listen to me. You think I don't know you, but I do. I know exactly what kind of massage you wanted to give me." 

"Then why'd you say no?" you whine, not truly offended.

He's of course entitled to reject your advances for any reason at all, but you already know why he'd said no. Jack had likely been awake down the hall. You wouldn't have really done anything so salacious for that exact reason yourself, but it's fun to joke with Aaron like this, and hear his words broken up by a scandalised laugh. 

"Because you're a minx," he says, fingers pressing hard into your side. You love the pressure of a good squeeze and he knows that. "My neck's a little stiff right now, if you're still offering." 

You end up with a plate of French toast in your lap, Aaron's hips between your knees. You press at the notches in his neck and he feeds you bites of sugared fruit. It's not the romantic breakfast you'd envisioned, but you like this better, anyways. 

"There?" you ask, listening for a rift in his breathing. 

"You're really good at this." 

"I've given you enough of them, Hotchner," you say, digging your fingertips into the knot that's giving him trouble. He leans forward into your touch, and for a while everything's quiet.

When you feel like the knot's been defeated you start the cool down, rubbing your hands over his abused skin slowly. This part doesn't really do anything. It's an excuse to be close to him and nothing more. 

"How's that?" you ask gently. 

He drags a hand over your face. Heavy-handed but with kind intentions. His thumb slides from the skin beside your nose to the delicate skin under your eye, where he strokes a lazy back and forth. 

"I love you." 

You lean into his hand. "I love you, too." 

"Oh, gross," Jack says. 

Aaron steps away from you and you smile at your baby. Jack isn't yours but you'll always love him like he is, more and more for every impossible inch that he grows, and you're delighted to see Janey hugged to his chest.

"Hi, my loves," you say. "Sorry, your dad's just harassing me again. You know how it is." 

Aaron snorts, shovelling French toast and fruit onto a new plate for Jack. "You know how it is," he echoes. 

"Did you sleep okay?" you ask Jack. 

You've been asking him the same question every morning for years. Every morning, he says, "The same as yesterday." 

You assume it to be a good thing. 

"Swap with me, buddy," Aaron says, offering Jack breakfast to steal a floppy looking Janey in exchange. 

They swap, though Jack isn't eager. He's cool now he's in middle school, too cool to hug his dad most of the time, and nearly too cool to tell you he loves you when you drop him off, but he's never too cool to dote on his baby sister. 

"She's worth more than a plate of toast, dad, come on." 

You smile around a mouthful as they argue for your girl. She tips her head back and gives a small, happy smile that's a hundred percent Aaron when she sees you. You decide you love breakfast time. 

[babecoups]

playdates || jjk

➻ title: playdates ➻ pairing: dilf!jungkook x female reader ➻ genre: fluff | smut | neighbors au | single dad!jjk | pwp ➻ summary: jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing. ➻ word count: 1k ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | standing doggy | light aftercare | orgasm control | clit stimulation | quickies | partially clothed sex | kitchen sex | creampie ➻rating: 18+ ➻ a/n: hey, since i’m going on a hiatus soon i figured i’d post something. now before y’all call me out, this is a repost from my old blog. i’m not copying @/sugasbabiie’s work, this is the author that previously used that url so this work is mine lol. it’s unedited but i hope you like it.💕

Every weekend you pick up your niece so she can come over and play with his daughter. Poor girl hasn't had any friends over since her and her dad moved next door a year ago. Both girls are at yours today, and they fell asleep after playing in the backyard for hours.

Sure you love spending time with your only niece, but the other reason you invite her to your place is to get to know her best friend’s dad.

However, you never imagined you’d know him this well.

"Where are the girls?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward as you cautiously step back. You bump into the kitchen island, and suddenly you’re trapped between it and your hot neighbor.

And he knows it. That's why he’s coming closer. He stops walking only when he’s inches apart from you.

"Sleeping," you gulp when he leans forward, "I just tucked them in a few minutes ago, but—"

His index finger touches your lips, shushing you.

"So that means I have you alone for a bit, yeah?" He looks down the hall and notices all the doors are closed. The silence is a tell tale sign that the toddlers are fast asleep.

"Yeah, I guess so," you laugh nervously.

"You guess so?" He lifts your chin with his finger, and makes you stare into his dark brown orbs.

"You eye-fuck me every time you see me, and now that we're alone all you can do is guess?...That's so disappointing."

Fuck.

Your mouth hangs open, mind going completely blank. The wink he gives you seems to ignite every ounce of bravery you own. So, you lay it all on the table. "Um, what should we do then?"

His eyes roll as he ponders in pretend thought. "I don't know, _____. You tell me.”

The way his gaze is fixated on you, like he’s undressing you with his eyes. It leaves you speechless, unable to answer him because the words just won’t come out. No longer willing to wait for your response, he speaks up for you.

“Because if I had it my way, I'd have bent over the kitchen counter by now.”

"Do it."

Your outburst surprises you even

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

"Yeah, isn’t it obvious?" You gesture to your tiny lounge shorts and tank top, perfect attire to wear when you’re trying to get dicked down in a rush.

Once he receives the greenlight, he spins you around and pins you against the island with his lower body.

"Alright,” he pulls down his sweats and then your shorts, praising you for not wearing any panties, “keep your eyes on that  door. The second it opens you tell them it’s time to play hide and seek, understand?"

You nod, bracing yourself as he aligns with your entrance. When he slides in, you almost let out a moan, but Jungkook quickly covers your mouth with his hands. "And keep your fucking voice down. You don't behave, I stop,” he whispers.

You shut up immediately after that, taking every inch, every thrust, and every violent snap of his hips in silent cries. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, the squelching sounds of Jungkook entering you travel throughout the empty kitchen.

Soon the coil tightens and your walls constrict around his thick cock. He growls into your ear and the sound makes your knees tremble. "Gonna come, aren't you?"

He lowers his hand so you can talk.

"Yes. Jungkook, I have to come."

You speak as quietly as you can, turning your head to look at him with your watery eyes. The pleasure threatens to take over your body at any second, and you aren't sure for how long you'll be able to keep it together.

"No, you want to come. Let me help," he offers, reaching between you to touch your clit, "don’t scream, okay?"

How?

His hand recovers your lips, and you grip onto his strong arm for support and for your sanity. Your nails rake over his skin, drawing sharp but hushed hisses from him. Within a few quick circles drawn onto your already sensitive bud, you’re reaching your release.

Jungkook begins grunting and groaning in your ear, some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. He buries his dick inside of you and fills you with his cum, making you moan due to the warmness in your womb. You both spend seconds coming down from your high, you both focus on the throbbing sensation as you overcome the sensitivity. He chuckles at the sound you make when he reluctantly slips out of you.

He quickly grabs some napkins to clean up the cum that leaks down your inner thighs and pulls up your shorts while you lay there slumped over the island.

"Go take a nap or something. I'll order pizza for the girls and we’ll hang out when you wake up," he suggests, kissing your cheek.

You wouldn’t deny his offer even if you weren’t fucked out right now. You scurry away to your bedroom to shower and sleep before the kids can see you in a post-orgasmic bliss. But before you can make it to your room, Jungkook calls out to you from the kitchen.

"Hey, you don't have to wait until the weekends to get some dick, you know? Just come over between 8pm and 3am."

Your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought of fucking him again.

“For sure. Thanks,” you say with a shy smile.

He leans on the counter, watching you with a smirk. “Anytime, baby.”

Fuck.

[aidansloth]

{Honey - Gareth Emerson X GN!Reader}

Warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, negative talk about self. pronouns user: they/them and you/you

Summary: Gareth gets a bad grade and you comfort him.

Words: 1k

taglist: @manyfandomsfanvergent @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles

a/n: I apologize for taking so much to write this, the imagination just wouldn't come. this one-shot has nothing to do with the other fics I wrote about him, you can imagine it if you want but they're not connected! I projected everything in Gareth today so be nice to him. anyhow, hope you enjoy the angst!

totally not me smiling like an idiot at the last part

★★★

Tears filled his eyes, but they were quickly wiped away by his own hand. He tried to steady his breath, while silencing his own breathing to make sure others wouldn't suspect a thing. He stared at the paper in his hand, it has a big red C- in it. Now is not the time to cry. God, it's not even anything to cry about, you really are pathetic.

Luckily the bell rings right after that so he's free to sprint out of that classroom. He thanked Ozzy he didn't have Hellfire or band practice that day; he just wanted to go home and hide in his room all day. The crowded halls buzzed at his ears as he made his way towards the exit. He certainly didn't feel like talking to anybody.

"Sweetheart!" a voice from behind brought Gareth back to his senses and despite his current emotional state he smiled. Arms flew around his torso from behind, making him stumble forward a bit; he may have not felt good but your presence certainty improved his mood.

"How did your History quiz go?" you asked smiling, you knew he aced that test since he talks about how he loves the subject all the time. Infodumps about the Roman empire are a usual with him. He gulped while turning around to face you and tried a forced smile.

"It went well." you looked at him up and down, squinting and then nodded. Normally he would be ecstatic but he just looked like a kicked puppy. Maybe something happened and he just doesn't feel like talking about it. Yeah, that must be it.

"Alright... well, we still on for this weekend?" you hoped to get something out of him, even one sincere smile is enough. His lips moved slightly upwards.

"Of course." now you knew something was wrong. You two were planning this for weeks, you were going to go camping that weekend by yourselfs. He loved being out in the open and when he found out you've never gone camping he made it his personal mission to make it the best experience for the two of you.

"Ehm, I have to study for the Chemistry quiz tomorrow, I have to go, sorry. I'll pick you up at 11am this Saturday, alright?" his fingers started tapping onto his leg and he kept avoiding your eyes. You nodded and he took off. Yep, something was definitely off.

★★★

His cheeks stained red, his eyes glossy with sadness and his neck a sticky mess of tears. He hadn't cried this much in years. All over a stupid test, that isn't even that important. Hiccuped breaths getting in the way of his useless breathing exercises; he kept trying those but they never really for him. He's curled up on the bed while hugging one of his cushions with his own face planted in it.

Knock Knock

"Mom, I told you, I'm fine, nothing-" he stopped as soon as he heard your voice.

"Unless you've got something to tell me, I'm not your mom." you chuckled through the door and he knew that moment he was fucked. He rushed to hide the mountain of tissues on his bed and wipe away his tears as he told you to come in.

"I noticed you weren't yourself earlier so I thought Back To The Future would cheer you up, I also brought sna-" while taking the rented movie out of your bag you lifted your head to a red-faced, sniffling Gareth. You instantly dropped your bag.

"You're crying."

"What? No I'm not."

"Don't lie Gareth, you are! What happened this morning?" you sat next to him on the bed, him still avoiding your gaze.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine, it's just some allergies."

"Gareth it's December. And I know something is wrong. You haven't looked at me all day, you are literally crying and you're not even using pet names! Not even 'honey', you love that one, you know, 'cause it reminds you-"

"It reminds me of old married couples, yes I know." he smiled at the thought. A genuine smile. He bit his lip and looked down, then took a deep breath.

"You'll think it's stupid." you took his hands into yours and he finally looks at you.

"Not in a million years." he nodded.

"I... I got a C- on the History quiz. I know it's stupid and whiny of me to complain about not getting an A, but I worked so hard for it. I always get top marks in History, it's the subject I'm best at and- and, god. You should have seen him, Mr Jones said he expected better from me, he- he said he was disappointed in me. I did my best and I still failed, I'm a failure-"

"Hey, stop it!" you stopped him before he could spiral even more into a panic attack, "Just because you didn't get an A doesn't mean you're a failure. Even if you fail it doesn't mean you're a failure. You'll never be a failure to me, okay?"

You cupped his cheeks and wiped the tears away, smiling sweetly at him. His breath steadied a bit.

"And Mr Jones can suck my dick." at your comment Gareth left out the most carefree laugh you ever heard. He looked happy, with a bitten down smile and eyes full of love.

"Yeah, he can."

"And, you deserved that A. I'm not sure what Gareth the Great could ever get wrong," you poked his tummy and he chuckled, "but if you want, I could help you study and understand what you got wrong." he nodded with a shy smile.

"That'd be immensely appreciated, thank you, honey." you moved closer to him, still holding his hand.

"Of course, sweetheart." you kissed him softly, his lips still a bit salty from the tears, but sweet nonetheless.

"Then we can beat up Mr Jones." he laughed again while settling in to cuddle with you; you laid down on the bed with him on top, head on your chest while your fingers went through his hair.

"We are not beating up Mr Jones."

"Maybe you're not. I am though." Gareth knew he wasn't going to win this so he nodded, still chuckling.

"Thank you."

"Mh? What for?"

"Just... being here. You always make me feel better."

"Anything for you sweetheart." you whispered with a smile. A comfortable silence fell onto the room, just the sounds of each others' breathing and the occasional smooch of a kiss. Just the two of you holding each other.

[criminalmindzjunkie]

Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship. 

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

           “That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

           So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

           Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

           It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

           Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

           It was the best decision he would ever make.

           So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.  

           Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

           In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

           Until it wasn’t.

           Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

           That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

           The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

           It makes Spencer sick.

           His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

           “There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

           “Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

           “Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

           “Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

           This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

           “You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

           “Not exactly.”

           The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

           Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

           “Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

           “There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

           He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

           “The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

           “Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

           “Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

           Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

--

           The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

           Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

           “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

           “I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

           “Busy?”

           JJ nods.

           “Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

           Of fucking course.

           Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

           He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

           “– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

           You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

           “She’s not interested.”

           The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

           “What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

           Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

           Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

           “I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

           “Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

           Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

           “What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

           Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

           When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

           “I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

           “Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

           “Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

           “M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

           “I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

           Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

           “Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

--

           As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

           “Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

           You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

           “What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

           “You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

           You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

           “Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

           “Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

           Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

           He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

           “You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

           You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

           “Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

           Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

           “That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

           “You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

           “Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

           “God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

           By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

           Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

           Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

           “M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

           Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

           “Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

           Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

           “Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

           “Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

           Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

           “Open.”

           You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

           “Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

           You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

           “D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

           “So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

           You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

           You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

           “Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

           “S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

           Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

           “Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

           And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

           “Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

           “So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

           “F-Fuck, Spencer!”

           “Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

           You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

           “Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

           “Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

           Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

           “C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

           “I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

           Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

           “How many do you think you deserve?”

           You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

           “However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

           Spencer returns your smile.

           “Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

           “Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

           You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

           “T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

           It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

           “Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

          “Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

           The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

          Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

          “You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds. 

          “Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips. 

          Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

           “Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

           “I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

           You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

           Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

           “So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

           “S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

           “Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

           “P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

           “Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

           It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

           Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

          “You okay, princess?”

           You give a weak nod.

           “M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

            Spencer is the first to pull away.

           “Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

           You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

           You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

           “S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

           “Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

            Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

           “Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

            You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

           “Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

           “Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

           You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

           “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

           “Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

           Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

           “You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

           He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

           Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

           “Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

           “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

           “Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

           And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

           After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

           “You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

           It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

           “You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

           “We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

           “Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

           “You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

           “Only for you.”

           A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

           “We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

           “Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

           “Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

          “Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

          “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

          “Is that a no?”

          “... Look up the number.”

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[atlaese]

Spencer with a s/o who feels like Spencer deserves someone better 🥺 if you have anything already written like this i apologize!

LIABILITY - S.R.

Summary: on an after party with the brightest of minds, it is hard not to feel self-conscious. Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader TW: alcohol, angst, fluff Words: 1.9K (sjksksk sorry, i just can't write less than 1K for some reason!) A/N: hi anon!! thank you for sending this in; i hope it is what you expected 🥺💗 (and don't apologize, i haven't written a lot for spencer and was definitely in a rut with my series, but this might just pull me out of it!!)

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST

“One sociologist said ‘have you read Marx?’ and the other replies ‘yeah, it’s these damn wicker chairs!’,” Spencer said, the other people in the room erupting in boisterous laughs all round you, a timid but content smile on his face. You lifted your drink to your mouth to hide the fact that you weren't laughing. The joke had completely gone over your head, as so many of Spencer’s jokes often did.

You were sitting on the arm of the couch Spencer was lounging in, a club soda cradled between his hands as he peered around the room filled with bright minds from all over the country. Spencer had invited you as his plus one to a fundraiser gala, where everyone had been so incredibly nice to you. What you didn’t expect though, was for Spencer to say yes to the afterparty at one of the organizers' house.

The afterparty had been a whole other story. More people introduced themselves, asking who you were and what you did and who were you again?

It wasn’t that you were dumb - far from it actually. But most of these people had phDs and multiple years experience in all the different sciences known to man, whereas you had lots of practical experience as a manager of a quaint little hotel in downtown D.C.

You too, had to go through an extensive college education combined with different internships in prestigious hotels all around the country, before settling for a little boutique hotel that had the right balance between luxury and the intimate feeling most hotels lacked.

Your job was your life. The team was as tight as ever, the hotel guests were  (usually) the nicest people and the hotel was beautiful.

When there was a problem, you were the one to fix it. You had both of best worlds actually; if there was a problem with a hotel guest, you’d show up and fix it immediately, just as if there was a problem with the pool filter. There was a problem with balancing the books? Give it a few hours and you’d find the problem. One of the keycard locks on the doors refused to move? You had a handy kit that would open the door in no-time.

You were good at your job and you knew it damn well.

So sitting between the smartest minds of the country wasn’t exactly where you imagined yourself to be. They joked about things you didn’t understand, talked about stuff that sounded like an alien language and explained their research in such a way that made you want to just give up - the worst of all was that Spencer fit right in.

And you didn’t.

You tapped Spencer’s leg and he looked up at you, his eyes crinkled as his lips were pulled in a wide smile. It was good to see him this way, happy and accepted by a community that was his life, after being ostracized most of his life.

“I’m going for a refill, do you want anything?” you tried to keep your voice level, self-doubt starting to creep in through the cracks.

Spencer shook his head, his curls bouncing around his head as he quickly squeezed your hand, “I’ll just stay here if that’s okay?” he asked, his brown eyes big and loving, a little blush present on his cheeks.

“Yeah, sure,” you whispered in his ear as you pressed a quick kiss against his cheek before standing up and looking for a stronger drink in the kitchen.

Luckily there was a whole bar filled with any liquor you could imagine, so you grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey before turning back towards where Spencer was sitting.

You stopped in the doorway, peering at him from a distance as he talked to someone next to him, excitedly gesturing as his smile got bigger by the second.

That was something Spencer couldn’t do with you. Sure, it was fun to hear his stories from work and from his work as a professor, but some things were just… too hard to understand.

Spencer could start a story about how an unsub used bleach to clean up his crimes, which was stupid, you had picked that up from dating him and true crime podcasts, but would then go on to explain the chemical components in bleach and how they exactly worked to remove blood.

It was all nice and fun, but he had to explain it all the time and you were sure he was getting tired of explaining every joke and every thing he did on his job. It was difficult not to compare yourself to all these people here, who did understand his jokes and were able to formulate their own thoughts when Spencer was talking about academic stuff.

You turned back around, searching for the garden instead to find a place to take a little breather before you’d drive yourself insane.

You found a secluded spot on the deck that overlooked the pond where big koi fish were swimming around in slow circles. The whiskey burned just right in your throat as the after party inside was coming into full swing.

It only took 13 minutes for Spencer to find you. When you didn’t come back after five minutes with a drink in your hands, he guessed someone had stopped you to talk about something.

But five more minutes made worry swish around in his stomach as he looked around the living room. Spencer had noticed that you were on the quiet side since arriving at the after party, but he had thought you were just tired - you had had a night shift before it and maybe two parties were a little bit too much.

Spencer eventually found you outside on the porch, peering down at the koi fish as you ignored everything happening around you.

“Hey,” his voice made you jump a little as he crouched down next to you.

You threw him a lopsided smile, looking down at the fish again, their beautiful tails distracting you from the self-doubt that was consuming every thought.

“Is everything alright?” he tried again, anxiety laced through his voice, a tick in his jaw that showed how worried he was getting.

Your lips set into a grim line as your eyes fell shut, “don’t worry about it Spence, just- just go back inside.”

It was hard to dismiss him, but he would never understand how it felt to be the least educated in the room, let alone be scrutinized for it.

Spencer ignored what you said and sat down fully, his long legs hanging over the edge of the deck, right above the water. His fingers were drumming anxiously on the deck, the rhythmic sound making you stressed, as well for the conversation that was hanging above your heads.

Spencer inhaled sharply as he looked at your figure out of the corner of his eyes.

Your whole frame was leaning forward, crouched into itself a bit as your arms were wrapped around yourself, caging yourself in to protect yourself from the outside that made you ache. The glass of whiskey that you had poured yourself, was already empty.

He shuffled a bit closer to you before opening his mouth, “sweetheart.. I- I can’t help if you don’t let me in.”

It stayed quiet on your end for a hot second and Spencer was starting to think you just didn’t hear what he said, until a small sob broke the silence.

It came out of nowhere. One moment you were just a bit bitter, but then it morphed into a whole other feeling - not feeling good enough for Spencer.

Spencer was the love of your love, you were sure of it. But this moment right here made you realize he would always be a better person than you. Even when he didn’t know what was wrong, he was there for you.

Spencer immediately put his arm around your shoulders as he pressed you closer to him. He pressed a lingering kiss against your hair as the sobs racked through your body, your tears staining the nice shirt Spencer was wearing.

“I-I just, I feel like I’m not good enough for you,” you sniffled, refusing to look at Spencer as he felt his heart breaking in a million pieces, “I stick out like a sore thumb in this crowd.”

It hurt him that you would think this way - as not enough for him. Spencer thought the world of you. You had worked so hard to get where you were now, more than most, even though you’d never admit it. In the hotel, you were so patient with everyone. Nothing could bring you down, a smile always present on your face.

Every day when he woke up and saw your face peering at him, he couldn’t help but have a skip in his step as he walked around the BAU. Even after a particularly bad case, coming home to you would make the whole day feel like sunshine.

You were the most amazing person he had ever met- if only you could see that, too.

“Sweetheart...y/n,” he said, his left hand coming up under your chin to lift your eyes to his, “you are the most amazing person in my entire life. You are my life.”

“I-I just feel like I don’t belong here,” you replied, your eyes burning with tears as your mouth was pulled into a pout, “with you.”

“That is not true, not at all,” he stressed, his brow scrunched together as he let his thumb slip over your lower lip, “these people are good in their field, but let them try something outside of it and they will fail!

“What you have- what you are is… you are so talented, you pick up skills left and right...you are always down to learn about something,” he summed up, his voice pitching an octave higher because he didn’t see why you were putting yourself down so much.

“And I love you - so much. If there is anyone not good enough, it’s me,” Spencer sniffled, his own eyes filling with tears. He couldn’t see you cry, especially not over him.

“I just want you to have everything you deserve,” your voice cracked as you saw his eyes shining with tears, “because you deserve everything, Spence.”

“Don’t you know?” Spencer said as he cradled your face in his hands, “you are my everything.”

Spencer pulled you face closer to his, slating his lips over yours as he tried to convey all his feelings in this kiss on a random porch somewhere in D.C., koi fish swimming under your feet.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said after a minute, his breath a bit laboured, “most of them were laughing out of politeness anyway.”

He stood up and stretched out his hands to pull you up as well. He pecked your lips quickly and wiped his thumbs under your eyes to get rid of the stains and then wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “I don’t want you to ever feel like this again, okay?”

He pressed another kiss against your temple before leading you away from the party, not even bothering saying goodbye to all the people.

That night, he just wanted to show you how much he loved you, and how much you were enough for him.

You weren't a liability to him; you were his equal in every sense of the word. Spencer would try his damn best to make sure you would realize how amazing you were, even if it took him the rest of his life.

also; this is the joke and the explanation if anyone wants to know (found it online):

Two sociologists are sitting by the pool. One turns to the other and asks, "Have you read Marx?" to which he replies, "Yes, it's these damn wicker chairs."

Here's why it's funny: Sociologists are likely well-acquainted with Karl Marx's theories about economics, politics, and society. But this joke isn't about Marx or his ideas, but about how wicker chairs tend to leave red indentations on your skin.

While the sociologist who asked the question meant, "Have you read Marx?" the other sociologist heard it as, "Have you red marks?"

[midnightmoonkiss]

Heehee, Panties.

Midoriya Izuku X Reader

Summary: Oh no he forgot he left your panties in his pocket :( Pp hard in the school bathroom? It’s more likely than you’d think.

WARNINGS: Smut!! Masturbation, midoriya izuku is a panty sniffer

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1k (this is kinda a drabble lol)

A/N: forgive me lord

Just To Clarify:

He is 18! A third year.

Y’all have been dating for a bit

This takes place before the school lunch bell

yes, he is alone

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

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I’m betting Deku has a slight exhibitionist kink.

That paired with the fact that he’s most definitely a perverted panty sniffer?

It was truly was a tragic day the day he forgot he had a pair of your panties in his pocket.

You see, after visiting you in your dorm last night, you gave him a little treat for being such a good boy. Your used panties. Or more of when he took them off your person, you let him pocket them.

It sounds gross, but to an extremely hormonal teenage boy - he hit the jackpot.

Panties in his pocket, he went back to his dorm and got ready for bed.

Thing is, he forgot to do laundry so he had to rewear the pants he wore yesterday. No big deal, not like they were really that dirty.

He completely forgot about the fabric in his pocket when he walked into first period.

He was only reminded of them when he was taking a leak at the urinal and he could see the [f/c] fabric poking out of his pocket.

The events of last night replayed in his head, how you shoved him against your wall, hips grinding into his as your tongue dominated his mouth.

He remembered how you dropped to your knees, remembered how good he felt thrusting inside that dirty mouth of yours.

Before he knew it, he was panting, subconsciously palming his growing erection in the middle of the bathroom as he drooled while staring at them.

He only realized how hard he had gotten when precum smeared onto his rough palm.

Gasping, he whipped his hand away from himself, staring down with hazy confusion as to how this couldve happened so quickly.. and just from looking at your sinful panties.

You truly did have an affect on him.

Gulping, he anxiously listened for footsteps outside of the bathroom. The bell wouldnt be ringing for a while now, and yet he couldnt go back to class. Not yet! Not with this erection he was sporting!

Gah.. even if he did try to hide it, he would be walking weirdly and in agony all day, focused on the feeling of your undies in his pocket. So close to touching his own skin! He wouldnt be able to concentrate.

But yet, if he tried to take care of himself in here, he might be caught..

Suddenly, his body trembled with excitement.

Getting caught red handed?

He should be disgusted with himself at imagining such a thing, but yet his cock twitched in his hand.

A third year who’s at the top of his class and apart of The Big Three getting caught jerking himself off to his girlfriends panties in the boys bathroom? What a scandal. It would spread like rapid fire.

He just wouldnt let himself get caught, but thats not to say the thought didnt make his hips twitch.

Stumbling into a stall, he locked it before sitting down, pants pulled down enough to do what he needed to do.

He had to be quick, taking too long would raise suspicion, but judging from how much he’s turned on right now- he knew he wouldnt last long.

With a shaky break, he spread his legs, wrapping his hand around his dick once again.

His body jerked at the feeling.

Panting, he slid his hand up his shaft, thankful for once that he leaked just enough to work as a very weak lubricant.

He couldnt help but whimper as he pumped his dick, thighs shaking as he pleasured himself.

He dug your panties out of his pocket, holding the cute fabric to his nose and inhaling your sweet scent before shoving them in his mouth as to not let his moans echo around the room.

He swore he could taste you.

What would you say if you saw him like this?

Flushed, sweating, fucking into his hand with nothing but your flimsy underwear to keep him quiet.

You’d probably call him him a dirty boy.

“Hnngh!” His head flung back, moving his hand quicker as his hips followed suit.

He always was such a perv. He couldnt help himself. Even if he was a gentleman, even gentleman can be weak sometimes - especially around pretty people.

Hell, he’d do just about about anything to be near you right now. Your scent was just barely clinging onto the fabric, and it wasnt nearly enough. But his head was still foggy, and the fear of someone coming in was making him drip onto the floor like a faulty faucet.

He hadnt been so horny by himself in a while.

“Hrnn..! Mmmnnh..!” His moans were muffled, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he imagined you right there with him in that bathroom stall.

On your knees, pretty mouth replacing his hands, sucking him for all he was worth.

His grip tightened , other hand previously tugging at his green locks came down to rub circles at his sensitive head.

He could feel it, he was so close!

He wanted to cum! He wanted to..!

Thats all he could think about. The squelching sound hitting his ears didnt even register, he was too far gone.

Suddenly, something snapped. His body froze.

White ropes of cum then spurted from the tip of his dick, and his back arched as he cried loudly into the panties shoved into his mouth. Tears streamed down his flushed, freckled cheeks from how good it felt to finally relieve that tension.

His legs were shaking like a newborn deer, overstimulated.

He fought to calm down, removing the fabric just to catch his breath.

He was on cloud nine, deliriously happy.

Until.. he noticed he came all over the stall door.

Just then his phone rang in his pocket making him squeak.

Fumbling around, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his hands before picking up his phone.

It was a text.. from you..

“Whats taking u so long? :( u ok?”

He hurriedly texted back, “yeah! Lost track of time haha..”

True, it was one fast jerk out session, but he still took longer than he usually would when going number 1.

Ugh. Now he had a mess to wipe up.

You had practically drained him dry last night, so there wasnt much to clean up thankfully.

After wiping the door with toiletpaper and a sanitary wipe generously provided by the school, he pulled him pants up and left to wash his hands after stuffing those dirty panties into his pocket again.

He truly was a perv... but..

He breathed out a laugh, staring at his disheveled self in the mirror, this perv has a s/o!

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36, 60, and 71, if you can combine prompts for one request! was thinking like an accident happens, and jj’s freaking out, but there’s a happy ending obviously. If you only want 1 prompt, let’s go with 60 :)

congrats on 1k lovely!! you deserve it, and keep up all your amazing work ❤️

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60. So I accidentally told her that I loved her. What do I do?

71. I didn't know how to tell you [before].

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“Shit, shit, shit,” JJ murmured under his breath. His thoughts were running wild but he couldn’t process a single one of them. The confident and easy-going pogue had turned into a nervous mess, and he had nobody to blame but himself.

“JB, you better fucking answer,” he panted into his cellphone that was pressed to his face. He waited impatiently as he heard the ringing in his ear, all while basically running in the direction of the Chateau.

Right as JJ was about to hang up and try again, his best friend John B. finally picked up.

“Hey, what’s up, man? Are you coming by later? Pope and Kie are already here and we got the beer--”

“JB, I fucked up. I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up.”

“Woah, JJ, relax. What happened?” John B. immediately had a thousand different ideas of the trouble his friend could be in and ultimately assumed the worst. He had stopped everything to listen intently to JJ on the phone.

JJ sighed, still feeling like he wasn’t in complete control of his body. “JJ. What is it?” John B. asked again. He was getting more scared by the second about what could possibly be wrong. Did JJ do something to his dad? Is he running from the cops again?

“I accidentally told her that I love her. What the fuck do I do?” His tone was desperate, eyebrows creased in worry. He needed his best friend to tell him what to do.

JJ was a quick thinker, always able to escape trouble when he needed to. But this was different. Years of friendship out the window. He was convinced he had just ruined everything and that you would never want to see him again.

John B., of course, knew exactly who JJ was referring to. JJ only ever had feelings for you. Even with the string of random girls coming and leaving JJ’s bedroom, nobody compared to you.

Much to JJ’s dismay, he could hear his friend’s booming laughter through the phone. “Hey man, that’s great! Good for you,” John B. laughed. He was relieved that it wasn’t something actually bad, and was thankful JJ’s situation was amusing instead.

“It’s not great, and it’s definitely not funny,” JJ grumbled. “Can you be serious for a second? My life just blew up in my face and it’s my own damn fault.”

“Hey, seriously, you need to relax. Did she actually reject you?” John B. asked carefully.

“She would have if I would’ve stuck around to hear it.”

“What does that mean?”

“I ran away, okay?!” JJ yelled. “I got the hell out of there before she could even say anything.” Yep, he wanted to punch himself in the face for that. But he didn’t mean to spill his feelings all over you. It was all just a huge mistake.

It was something that couldn’t be helped, though. There you were, standing on the beach looking as beautiful as always. Your hair blew softly in the breeze as the golden sun gave your figure a gracious glow. The sight of you was enough to knock the air right out of JJ’s lungs.

Your smile lit up your pretty face as you told your good friend JJ all about the guy you were going on a date with tonight. The handsome stranger had been charming, and you had to admit you were a bit smitten. Not many guys have had the courage to walk up to you to ask you out.

JJ could tell you were excited, but a burning jealousy seeped into his bones. He willed himself to keep his mouth shut, but JJ had never been the best at self-control.

“I don’t think you should go out with this guy,” he said.

You looked at him confused. “Why not?”

He sighed, already kicking himself for speaking up. “Y/N, you don’t know him. He could be a murderer. He could be an asshole just wanting to get laid.” He was prepared to go on, but you cut him off.

“JJ, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” You couldn’t read him. You were used to JJ being protective, but he was acting strange. You could tell something else was on his mind but you couldn’t even begin to guess what it was. He couldn’t even look at you.

You grabbed a hold of his hand so that he would look back at you, finding his bright blue eyes clouded in anger? Disappointment? “What is this about?”

“What about for me? Would you ditch this guy for me?” Oh god, he’s already said too much, but it’s too late now. His gaze was fixed on you as you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I don’t understand...”

“What if I told you I was in love with you?” It felt like the whole world stopped as he waited for your reaction. “Would you ditch him then?”

You didn’t think you heard him right. Did he just say he’s in love with you!? No, you must have water in your ears or something.

The short silence from you was the only answer he needed. With a nod and a frown, he tore himself away from you. “Just forget it,” he grumbled, already marching away.

“JJ, wait!” you called after him. He was already running from the situation and you hardly even had two seconds to process it all. “JJ!”

He didn’t listen to you and continued fleeing as fast as possible, wondering what the hell he had done.

That brings us back to the present. JJ had finally made it to the Chateau. John B. had filled Pope, Kie, and Sarah in on the situation, making JJ’s ears and face burn in embarrassment. At the same time though, he didn’t care what any of them thought. He only cared about you.

What were you calling after him for? What would you have said if JJ hadn’t run away? Do you want him out of your life because he made things weird?? Are you about to fall madly in love with this stupid guy you’re going out with right now???

“JJ, it’s okay. Come sit down and chill,” Kie brought JJ out of his wild imagination for a brief moment. It felt as if his heart was still beating much faster than it should. He felt restless but also like there was nothing he could do to fix any of it.

He only sat down in the hammock because Kiara had dragged him there. JJ felt like he was in a daze, not really paying attention to the world outside of his mind. Pope had handed him a beer and JJ gulped half of it down without even thinking about it. Conversation started up around him but he didn’t hear anything... until someone said your name.

“Oh look, Y/N’s here,” John B. announced, shoving JJ’s shoulder. “And she looks pissed.” JJ whipped his head around quickly and sure enough, there you were, beautiful as always, but fuming and marching right toward him.

“What the fuck, JJ?!” you yelled, making it obvious that you were about to either chew him out or kick his ass.

“Good luck, bud,” John B. whispered to JJ, chuckling under his breath.

“Fuck you,” JJ replied as he watched everyone go inside, leaving him alone to face your wrath. He didn’t know what the fuck to do, how to fix the mistake he made, how to make things not weird between you guys, but holy shit, he didn’t expect that you’d be so angry.

It was like he was watching you in slow motion, feeling every one of your stomps on the ground as you approached him, eyes ablaze and lips pulled into a frown. “What was that back there?” you finally asked, now standing right in front of the boy who looked scared shitless.

“I-- I know, Y/N. I’m sorry! It was a mistake--” he tried to explain rather desperately, but you cut him off.

“You can’t just dump all of that on me and then run away!” JJ finally stood up from the hammock and now towered over you, reaching for your arms without even thinking about it, wanting to make you feel calm.

“I don’t know why I said any of that! It was an accident! I'm sorry, we can talk about this--” You interrupted him yet again, but this time by launching yourself forward and crashing your lips to his.

With hands cradling his jaw, you did your best to put all of your emotions into the kiss, the one kiss that could change everything. JJ was more than surprised, freezing as you pulled him in closer, but within two seconds had relaxed and gave in-- he'd be an idiot not to. His hands fell to your waist and pulled you flush against him as his lips finally matched your ferver.

You don’t even know why you got so angry. Perhaps it was because the man you had loved since forever had told you he shared the same feelings, but then left before you could make the same confession, freeing yourself from years of secrecy. You didn’t want to hide it anymore. You needed to be sure he felt the same, like he said he did.

It almost didn’t matter now, as you poured every bit of passion you had into someone you called your best friend. He smiled against your lips, bringing his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the mind-blowing kiss. His mind was in a daze as his senses became clouded by you. In this moment, he had no doubts of his feelings for you. He was undeniably in love with you and couldn’t do a single thing to change that.

You had allowed yourself to get lost in him, but in a split second you were pulling away, not able to pull too far with JJ’s arms wrapped around you. His eyes trapped you in his gaze as you both took a moment to catch your breaths. You didn’t want to come down from the high you were experiencing, but you had to ask...

“Did you mean it?”

His brows furrowed wondering what you meant before it clicked. “Every word,” he said, only confidence and honesty in his voice. After that kiss, he wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, he felt fucking fearless. “I didn’t know how to tell you before.”

“Well, I'm glad you did,” you replied with a smile, dragging your fingers through his locks of hair before kissing him once more. The sounds of loud cheering made you pull away much sooner than either of you would have liked.

The pogues were watching from the window, cheering and making dumb kissy faces at you guys. JJ promptly flipped them off while you laughed, then he turned so that he was shielding you from the prying eyes of your friends. He loved the sound of your joyous laugh accompanied by your radiant smile.

“Next time you just wanna kiss me, can you not come over looking like you wanna kill me?” he asked, and you laughed with heat flooding your face. “Very mixed signals. I was scared for my life!” he added with a chuckle.

“Oh, shut up. I had a right to be mad at you!”

“But not anymore, right?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him before throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him again. You could definitely get used to this.

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled against his lips. “You’re lucky I love you too.” He grinned, feeling higher than the clouds now that you finally said the words he was dying to hear.

He picked you up and spun you before kissing you again. “The luckiest in the world.”

***

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Headed to Floor Nine

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Clothing Designer!OC

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of helicopter parenting and stalking

Summary: Yoongi’s had a long week in New York with the UN, but what happens when he gets stuck in an elevator with a stranger?

Yoongi stepped into the elevator. Today had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was crash in his bed for the next three days.

“Sir! Hold the door, please!”

Yoongi ground his teeth. He’d wanted the elevator to himself, but it appeared he had to share it. He stuck his hand between the doors so that they wouldn’t close. The lady rushed forward, thanking him briefly before standing in the corner farthest from him.

“No, Parker, don’t mess with that. Send me the recent outfit designs.” She let out a long sigh. “Go get Bethany, please. Recent outfit designs. Tell her I want the recent outfit designs.” She paused for a few moments. “Yes. Thank you. Tell her I’ll call her later. Bye.”

Yoongi spared a glance towards the lady. She was looking quite miffed as she pulled her earpiece out of her ear.

“Sorry about that. New employee, you know?”

He nodded before returning his gaze to the buttons on the elevator. They were halfway to her floor when the lights went out and the elevator stopped. The lady next to him groaned.

“This day couldn’t get any worse.”

“It’s been that bad?” Yoongi asked.

She sighed. “One of the key dresses for our show today got ripped. So yeah, pretty bad.”

“You had a show?”

“Yeah. I own a clothing line.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about your dress.”

She sighed again. “Thanks. You think we’ll get out of here anytime soon?”

“I have no clue.”

“I’m Rosaelia, by the way. Rosaelia Sanchez.”

“I’m Yoongi Min.”

“Are you from around here?” She asked, wondering about his accent.

“No. I’m from Korea. Here on a business trip.” Technically, that was true. “You?”

“Just moved here from Mexico.”

“Cool. You enjoy it here?”

“Could be better,” she replied simply.

“Understandable. I can’t imagine how tough it is to run a business.”

“Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if it was a stupid idea.”

“Why?”

“Well, I could be back in Mexico on my parents’ farm feeding chickens instead of being stuck in an elevator right now,” she laughed bitterly. “Honestly? It’s not going as well as I expected it to.”

“I understand. I’ve been there before. Just have to hope it works out for the best.”

“Did it for you?”

“I think so. Some days I wonder what I’m doing with my life, but I think it’s better than where I wanted to be.”

“That’s good. I wish I could say the same about myself. I’m just twenty-six and I already want to retire.”

“When did you start your company?”

“Five years ago. Thought I caught a big break when I was invited to move out to New York. That was a lie.”

“Anything you’d like to vent about to this strange man you’re sharing a broken elevator with?”

“Yes, actually! Do you have any idea why parents insist on nagging their fully grown children?”

He scoffed. “No, I do not.”

Rosaelia sighed and slid down the wall of the elevator. “Just this morning my mom called and told me I was a disappointment to her. I’m close to blocking her, honestly. I’m not sure how much more of it I can take.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re doing great. Someday she’ll be proud of you.”

“I hope so.” She was glad it was so dark. At least he couldn’t see the tears on her face.

They sat in a companionable silence for the next twenty minutes as they waited for the elevator to work again. Rosaelia was out of the elevator before Yoongi had the courage to speak again, so he rode to his floor alone. He crawled into bed that night wondering if he’d ever see her again.

◇◆◇◆◇

Yoongi dashed down the hall. They were supposed to be safe at the hotel, dang it. Whose good idea had it been to leak their room numbers?

“Gray hair!”

Yoongi looked up. The girl who’d been in the elevator with him last night was standing in the hall.

“Is something wrong?”

“I need somewhere to hide. Quick.”

She grabbed his arm and shoved the door to her room open before dragging him inside and slamming the door shut.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone leaked my room number. Had a few crazy fans chasing me,” he offered in a panic.

“Fans? Why would someone leak your hotel room?”

“Um. . .”

“Yoongi Min. . .you know, I knew that name sounded familiar. But why?”

“BTS?” He clued her in.

“That sounds vaguely familiar. Can you just spell it out for me?” She laughed nervously.

“I’m part of a Korean boyband.”

“Ohhhhh. That’s it! My assistant mentioned wanting to style you guys once.”

He laughed. “Really?”

She nodded, but before she could say more, there was a knock at the door. She crossed the room to peek through the peephole before spinning around and lowering her voice.

“Do you have anyone you can call?”

◇◆◇◆◇

“So, what excuse are we using for why the two of us are stuck in my closet together?” Rosaelia asked as she pressed her back against the wall. This closet was too small for how big her hotel room was.

“We don’t need an excuse. Some crazy fans were chasing me and I asked to hide in your room. Simple.”

“Ok, but I’m a nobody. Who would buy that excuse?”

“My management.”

She stared up at him. “Your hair looks silver right now.”

“Does it?” He ruffled his hair.

She nodded, going silent. The persistent knocking on door had stopped, but the two of them hadn’t left the closet. Yoongi’s phone chimed, startling them both. He pulled it out.

“Well, looks like my management has come to rescue me. I’ll see you around?”

“Um. . .yeah! See you around.”

Yoongi smiled at her and slipped out of the closet.

“Bye,” he whispered.

“Bye.”

When he was gone, she leaned against the closet door and sighed. Would she ever see him again?

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: I actually started this story about a month ago but when I heard about people leaking the hotel room numbers I knew just how to finish this off :’)

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comforting you during a thunderstorm ⛈

summary: you’re not much of a scaredy-cat but you do have an immense fear of thunder storms which you didn’t tell him about. so this is how he comforts you

characters: saiki k, bokuto, suna

tw// thunderstorms, hurt/comfort

thanks to anon for the wholesome request 🥺 this reminds me of ohshc & i love it so much 💞

Kusuo Saiki

he just popped downstairs to bid farewell to his mother before she headed out to buy groceries, leaving you and him home alone

he didn’t even notice the thunderstorm, until his mom mentioned it

‘oh, i have to walk to the bus-stop in this horrible weather. is there anyway you could make it stop, ku?’

as much as he wanted to say ‘yes, but i cba. cope.’  he just blurted out a ‘no.’ before heading back up to his room

he didn’t think you were scared of anything tbh

i mean you killed a cockroach for him one time so you were basically a fearless god, in his eyes

so imagine his surprise when he walked into his room and..you were gone

he was confused for a moment until he heard faint sobs and whimpers from inside his closet

he slid the door open to reveal you cowering in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried between them, sniffing and only moving when you had to use your hand to wipe away the tears that poured from your eyes and threatened to stain your leggings

‘i go for a minute and this is what happens-- are you crying?’ 

that was when you realised that saiki had entered the room once again and when you looked up, you saw his tall, daunting figure looking down at you - the glow from the lightening behind him not doing any favours as it just made him look even more unnerving

‘i don’t cry. i’m just.. excreting my eye juices. it clears your skin-- ah!’ you tried to explain but you were cut of by another boom of thunder rattle through the house

‘you’re lying.’ 

yeah, you knew he was a psychic so you weren’t really sure why you thought you’d be able to get the lie passed him

also, due to his psychic abilities and common sense, he figured that the thunder/lightening was the reason for your distress

saiki sighed, not really sure if he should do what he was about to but upon seeing how frightened you were and the nervous series of continuous thoughts rushing through your head...he just had to

you heard another noise which sounded rather different from thunder but it startled you none the less

you looked up at your boyfriend for comfort, only to notice that he was gone

then, you caught a glimpse of something unusual from the window 

you approached it hesitantly and peered outside to see the cluster of storm clouds being swept aside like dust by some unknown force, to reveal the bright blue sky that was hiding behind it 

you were in awe and although the masses probably thought this was the work of god or the wind, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that it was your psychic boyfriend who was behind it all

‘it’s gone now.’ his voice tickled your ears from behind and to say it gave you the fright of your life was an understatement

you jumped, alarmed at first but once you turned around for your eyes to meet his, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you 

‘oh, yes. thank you, saiki!’  you chirped, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace

he was a bit taken back at first but it didn’t take long for him to melt into your touch and hug back, cradling your head and patting it bc i hc that is how he hugs/cuddles

(he just wants you to feel safe with him 🥺 even though he is an OP psychic who could probably kill you if he’s not careful)

anyway, saiki will ensure that you never experience another thunderstorm for as long as you live

Kōtarō Bokuto

you already know that the first thing bokuto is going to do when he sees you cry and cuddle up next to you and cry too so you don’t feel embarrassed

but like when he comes back from the kitchen and heating the pizza he was about to eat, then he noticed you curled up under a blanket on the couch, shivering and whimpering..he drops the pizza

like he is so shocked 

he didn’t want to believe that you were crying tbh

but as your bf it was his duty to comfort you 

bc you always comfort him so well when he feels down and he wants to do the same for you!!

anyway, the first thing he does is join you under the blanket and cry with you for a bit

but his fake wails are so bad that you can’t help but laugh FVHIDBFA

once he notices that he’d cheered you up slightly, he’ll inquire, ‘are you scared of thunder?’

you nodded slightly, gently leaning your head on his strong shoulder, ‘a bit.’

bokuto bent his arm to pat and rub your head reassuringly, ‘but you’re so fearless, (y/n)! remember that time you went bungee jumping and even I was too afraid to do it?!’

you simply shrugged, tensing as you heard the thunder rumble through the living room

‘but anyway,’ bokuto hummed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, ‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

you shrugged once again, ‘maybe just stay with me for a bit longer, please.’ 

your wish was his command ✨

now there is no way he’s leaving your side until the storm passes

whether that takes a few minutes or the whole night

he’s not going to leave you even to eat the pizza he had dropped on the living room floor

and he hold you close against his chest so you know that he’s not going going anywhere

also, he started talking not only instinctively but also to drown out the sound of the thunder and redirect your attention onto him

‘and then kuroo was all like SUPRISE!! and i was all like THANKS, MAN BUT IT’S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY and then kuroo was like I KNOW!! god, he knows me so well.’

‘hey, (y/n) - we should dress up for halloween his year! kuroo and his girlfriend are doing a couples costume so i think we should do one too and out-shine them! i was thinkin’ fred and daphne except you can be fred.’

‘i was looking on five minute crafts of food the other day - don’t ask why - and some of the desserts were lookin’ kinda tasty tbh. i’ll send you the link so we can make ‘em sometime.’

‘why did you comment ‘i’ll give you my first born child in exchange for you to crush my skull with your thicc, juicy, scrumptious thighs 🤤😳’ under my instagram pic? and why does it have 1k likes?’

needless to say, you can’t be sad for too when you’re around bokuto lmao

Rintarō Suna

RAIEVABTG DON’T EVEN LIE HE’D JUST BE LIKE ‘cover your ears den lmao’

ok ok so you’re on facetime with him and thunder blares through your room - it’s so loud that even he can hear it through the phone - and you jump, immediately pulling your blankets over yourself 

he was hitting his vape then he pulled away to look at his phone again and you were gone (bc you had brought your phone under the covers with you and obvs it was dark)

he could also hear your little whimpers even though you tried you best to hide them by slapping your hand over your mouth

‘doll, where’d ya go?’ he inquired, concern laced in his voice. he opened his drawer to toss his vape away but he did not avert his eyes from the screen just in case something happened

‘i’m still here. just under the covers.’ you spoke, doing your best to hide how shaky your voice was

‘why?’ he puffed, allowing the vapor to leak from his mouth and escape out to his surrounding - which was his bedroom 

‘oh, no reason.’

suna knew you were lying, it wasn’t hard to tell, ‘well, if that’s the case, can you come out from the cover, doll? i wanna see your face.’

‘-no.’ you immediately replied, letting out a feeble sigh as you realised that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere. ‘i’m just a bit afraid of the thunder, that’s all.’

suna cocked his head to the side, ‘thunder? never heard that one before.’ he said, mentally cursing himself out just as he said that since it came out a lot harsher than he intended, ‘erm, why don’t you try putting your headphones on?’ he suggested in a soft voice, trying to make up for the uncalled-for comment he made

you hummed in agreement, wondering why you didn’t think of that

momentarily tossing your duvet aside, you rushed to your desk where you black headphones were laying, you picked them up and dashed back towards your bed as if someone was chasing you, diving onto it, pulling the cover back over your head and plugging the headphones into your phone before pulling them over your ears

‘this helps a bit. thanks, suna.’

suna’s eyes widened as he slumped back against his headboard, ‘suna? what happened to babe?’ 

‘thanks, babe.’ you corrected yourself with a giggle

now that suna’s voice was the most prominent sound in your ears, the thunder seemed to fade into satisfying background noise

you couldn’t get over the random flashes of lightening though, those always made you yelp - and he noticed this 

‘i really wish you were here right now.’ you mused, hugging your pillow to your chest to imitate what you’d to if he was here with you, ‘i’d give you all my kisses.’

‘bet.’ was the last thing you heard before he hung up on you 

you were quite bummed at first but then you registered that he was probably on his way over :))

and he was!

you heard a few loud knocks on your door followed by a monotone mutter ‘let me in, i’m freezing my tits off out here.’

ofc you let him in and after you led him to your bedroom, he immediately pinned you to your bed, ‘you know what i’m here for.’

‘huh?’

he was confused for a moment but then he noticed that you still had the headphones on

he snickered, momentarily pulling one of the earpads away from your ear to say, ‘kisses.’

[jisungscaramel]

decadence | bangchan

❀ genre: vampire chan, smut ❀ pairing: bangchan x reader (fem) ❀ word count: 1k

[warning] explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), biting kink, (rough) vanilla sex, blood 

“What does it feel like when you bite someone?” It was just a random thought in a random moment. You were laying partially on the bed, mostly on Chan’s body. His hand steadied your frame, keeping your head firmly on his chest. 

His fingers stopped combing through your hair momentarily and he peered down to see your eyes gazing up at him with clear curiosity. “Why do you wanna know?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Mmmm…” you drummed your fingers on his shoulder in contemplation. “I don’t know. I was just wondering.” 

“Well I’m not sure how it feels… I’ve been drinking blood boxes my whole life.” 

“And how long has that been?” 

His laughter echoed in your ears. “Twenty three years, I’m not immortal.”

You blushed in embarrassment. “Oh.” 

“But on the subject of biting… my brother told me drinking blood straight from a human can be a bit… ‘decandent’? I think that’s the word he used. He didn’t tell me why.” 

“Do you know if it hurts?” 

“I don’t think it does… much…? Where is this going, though?” 

You pulled your body up, letting your knee sink in the sheets on the other side of his body. Your forearms draped on the pillow next to his head, fingers weaving into his hair. 

Your lips hovered over his. “I want you to bite me.” Your lips greeted his lower lip with a playful nibble. 

His breathing got noticeably heavier, chest heaving. “Why?” he whispered hoarsely, taken aback by your sudden change in mood. 

“Hmm, I’m just curious.” You pulled back to sit securely on him, straddling him below the hips. Your fingers dragged down his chest, the beat of his heart dispersing through them. “…and you know I like being bitten but you never do it.” 

He wrinkled his nose. “A human barely biting you is very different than having fangs sink into you.” He opened his mouth to reveal his elongated canines. 

“I know, I know, but I still want you to… please Channie?” You gave him your best attempt at a pout. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you sure you’re sure?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’m sure.” 

Wordlessly, he sat up, bringing you chest to chest. His hand pressed firmly on your back while the other pulled your hair to one side, exposing your neck. 

“If you want it that badly…” His voice was low and gruff; the sound alone made you gulp. “I’ll have to oblige,” and his eyes were focused on the movement of your epiglottis under your skin. 

The brown color of his irises became cloudy before morphing into a true red - you’d never seen his eyes like that before. His aura changed, almost as if he were a completely different person. A face that normally looked so warm and sweet seemed so cold and intimidating. It gave you chills. 

‘Fuck, he’s so hot.’

He lowered his lips to your neck, right on your jugular. You braced yourself for a sting, but instead he greeted your skin with a gentle kiss. 

But then it intensified, lips increasing their pressure, teeth barely scratching the surface, as if to tease you. 

Then without warning, he sunk his fangs in. You felt a sting, like there were two sewing needles in you. The juxtaposition of the push of his teeth and the pull of his lips seared your body with pain and pleasure.

There was an odd sense of euphoria boiling inside you. Your nerves felt like they were dancing. Your skin felt hot and cold simultaneously. 

The pulsing in your clit became all too apparent to you, begging for thirst while Chan quenched his. 

Without even realizing it, he had pushed you down on the bed while hovering over you, knees resting in the empty bed space between yours. 

You could only imagine that he was experiencing similar sensations because he began to grind his crotch on you. You could feel an erection growing by the millisecond. The pleasure rippling through your body through the limited friction was overwhelming; your senses had become over sensitized, and you could only guess Chan’s fangs were the cause of it. 

Thankfully, despite the temptation, he had the self control to stop, retracting his fangs from your skin. He littered the nicked skin in kitten licks. 

“God, I really wanna fuck you right now,” his words slithered on your skin, making you shiver in anticipation. 

“Please do, I can’t take it anymore” The euphoric high was still sizzling.

He propped himself up to take a proper look at you while licking the residual blood off the corner of his lips, eyes glowing magenta. “How bad do you want it?” 

You kept your gazes locked as you reached for one of his hands, guiding it down under the oversized tshirt you were wearing and into the pooling desire in your underwear. 

“Does that answer your question?” 

Chan’s eyes glowed brighter as his fingers probed you, over the skin of your outer labia that had softened and lubricated in unbearable arousal. “Fuck…” 

In barely a second, the fingers in your underwear pulled back to rip the flimsy cotton, and his sweatpants and boxers were thrown to the side, forgotten. 

His erection was throbbing in front of your opening. Any self control he had earlier had completely vanished, and he bottomed you out in one fluid motion, making your eyes roll back in the stretch.

“God, you feel amazing,” and for once, it was an understatement. The pleasure of his strong pumps was so potent, it spread all the way to your fingertips. 

It was overbearing, yet so addicting, and you had no intention of hiding it. Your screams of satisfaction filled the room to the brim - surely the neighbors would complain the next morning, but the thought didn’t have the capacity to cross your mind. 

Chan deepened his pace. “So loud,” he chuckled. “Does my dick feel that good?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

He lifted your ankles to his shoulders. “Can anyone else make you feel like this?” He tilted your lower body up so he could get a better downward angle… and so you could get a better view of him disappearing inside you.

“N-no,” you whimpered. 

He went even faster, making your swelling labia start to numb. “I can’t hear you.” 

“No one e-el-” 

Your orgasm took unexpected control of your body, color mirages staining your vision, sensual decadence furcating through your veins, radiating through every pore. 

As it slowly subsided, your body kept quivering. 

But Chan was just getting started. 

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A/N I need not explain what inspired me to write this… 

[becausethathappens]

i love the way you write. can you tell me something nice to calm my nerves? my day has been awful and the way you write takes me out of it, instantly. *currently rereading everything you've written on ao3 ignore the kudos that might give this away 👀*

anonnnnnnnnn. 🤚💓

something nice: rhett and link have been together longer than i’ve been alive. (i’m more than three decades old. 😩)

and something short for you, because this made me blush:

-———————-

needs no conversation

1k - Rhett and Link duet for the first time.

songs referenced: yesterday’s wine / islands in the stream

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Over a year passes after Rhett's voice dropped before he starts using it as regularly as he used to. More than once, trying to sing along to whatever's on the radio and having his voice crack and squeak has led to teasing from friends and family alike. He's gun-shy to hold a tune until he's sure the baritone that his register has changed to is permanent.

Poor Link's voice has only gotten higher, since around the same time, but the elasticity and charm of it suits his personality.

It's years into being grumpy, monosyllabic teenagers before they feel happy enough to sing aloud, let alone together.

One night, while they’re stuffed with pizza and sketching tree forts (they're sick of lugging all their things to the river, every time they swim and want a place to store belongings in the woods, closer by), Rhett finds himself singing along to Yesterday's Wine with a full-throated joy that makes Link's insides swirl. It's certainly the most he's used his voice, confidently, since it's settled on this octave.

Rhett's voice sounds good. Objectively good and better than it's maybe ever sounded.

Link, shyly, joins in because he's sure the longer he sits and listens, it'll become a problem for his head or his heart or both. It unsettles him.

He's not more than three seconds into the chorus, singing along with George Jones' section, when he notices that Rhett's set aside his writing instruments, as well, and is looking over at him.

In near the same way that Link was looking at him.

It's then, right that second, Link hears it.

The natural harmony they've stumbled across.

The song's over too soon. 

With busy eyes and unsteady hands, Link scrambles over to the tape deck to switch out to another song. The next up was a solo b-side from Merle's early work that won’t showcase what he’s just heard.

He picks the first tape with a duet he can find.

Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers.

It's just to prove a theory, the song choice. Selected because Link knows it has two distinct singers. Not much thought going into it beyond that.

He pops the tape into the player and hits play. He feigns looking down at his drawings for a moment, like he's merely changing the background music and returning to them.

But after a few seconds, he can't withhold his interest and looks up. 

Rhett's still staring right at him.

And he doesn’t seem to have stopped this whole time.

As the music fades in softly, his eyes are soft and doe-y. 

To Link’s surprise, he starts to sing, clearly begging Link, wordlessly, to do the same in the next verse.

"Baby, when I met you there was peace unknown I set out to get you with a fine tooth comb," Rhett begins.

Link stares at him, takes it in. He lets his ears adjust and come to grips with the fact that Rhett's voice really sounds that smooth and adult, overpowering Kenny's easily in the quiet room with the volume purposefully low.

They both know the lyrics.

"I was soft inside There was something going on," Rhett sings.

Link’s smile breaks wide, an outburst of shocked elation that Rhett sound only improves. He really sounds this good. Professionally good.

An idea bubbles into his mind, one he'd never dare to think if not so immersed in the candied daydream of hearing his friend's beautiful voice echo around the small bedroom for what feels like the first time. He's picturing Rhett singing this for an audience, his unused hand holding a microphone, as Link watches Rhett drum a steady one-two rhythm along with the beat into his thigh.

Link does the same and then immediately jumps in on the first harmony.

"You do something to me that I can't explain Hold me closer and I feel no pain Every beat of my heart We got something going on," they sing together.

Link's eyes dart back and forth, feeling zapped by the electricity of how their voices sound paired together. 

It’s not just Rhett.

He takes in that, to his ears, his voice sounds much deeper than it has in years. When he sings with Rhett, trying to match the key change, it feels like Rhett is sharing some of his baritone. His own lifts up, as though to meet Link halfway.

Their words tumble out over each other in a kind of velvety sophistication that makes Link picture them both on a stage performing. It makes Link's heart leap, how natural it would seem, were it to be like this.

"Tender love is blind It requires a dedication," Rhett belts out, getting into it.

Link grins and nods. They could lead the choir at church.

They both sing, "All this love we feel needs no conversation We ride it together, ah ha."

Rhett wiggles back and forth to the beat, Link joins in.

"Making love with each other, ah ha," they sing, blushing. 

Rhett laughs, inaudibly, in respect to the music, at how silly that line sounds, when sung by the two of them. 

"Islands in the stream That is what we are No one in between How can we be wrong Sail away with me To another world And we rely on each other, ah ha From one lover to another, ah ha," they harmonize.

Link's eyes shine. They could start a band.

Link sings, "I can't live without you if the love was gone Everything is nothing if you got no one And you did walk in the night Slowly losing sight of the real thing."

Rhett's eyes are also shining back. Link is already sure that he'll agree to the idea. He hardly ever says no, in Link's experience. 

They sing, "But that won't happen to us and we got no doubt Too deep in love and we got no way out And the message is clear This could be the year for the real thing."

He pictures their names on a marquee.

Link closes his eyes and sings, "No more will you cry Baby, I will hurt you never."

He imagines their album cover, posed like Lionel or Merle.

Rhett joins him, "We start and end as one In love forever We can ride it together, ah ha Making love with each other, ah ha."

Link nods along, lost in fantasy.

"Islands in the stream That is what we are No one in between How can we be wrong Sail away with me To another world And we rely on each other, ah ha From one lover to another, ah ha," they recite in tandem.

Link opens his eyes again and is struck by the fact that Rhett's eyes are also open or have still never closed. 

Once again the ZING of amazement bolts through him at how strongly the affection and pride on Rhett's face beams at him.

They sing, "Sail away Oh come sail away with me."

The chorus repeats twice, both of them staring like that the whole time, and Link fights the urge to reach out and join their hands as if in prayer. He's seen duets do that before, like Sonny and Cher. He understands the impulse, now. He wants nothing more than to chase this connected, harmonious feeling, now and perhaps the rest of his life.

Entertain himself and others, alongside Rhett.

As the song finishes, they sing, "Islands in the stream That is what we are No one in between."

This is their ticket out.

A solo track ticks on next and the spell is somewhat broken. 

Link leans back and laughs, covering his mouth with both palms at once. 

Rhett settles, blushing, and hides his mouth with the back of his right hand. It also masks the smile growing fast at Link’s reaction. 

It feels like they've just discovered a secret too great for them to know.

"That was so good," Link tells him, honest.

"I 's just thinkin' that," Rhett agrees, chuckling. "Don't think I've ever been able to hold an melody like that. You hit the high notes dead-on."

"And that was some professional-grade crooning," Link assures him.

"Oh, don't know about that," Rhett dismisses.

"No, I'm serious. We should start a band," Link says, earnestly.

Rhett watches him for a few seconds, trying to judge whether or not he's serious. When he sees no hesitation, finally, he smirks.

"Okay," Rhett agrees, looking thrilled.

Link grins back at him.

"It's like it was written about us, too. We've got an island in a stream. If you could count the river as one. How’s that for song choice?" Link asks, playfully.

Rhett frowns. "That's... not what the song - it's about - " Rhett looks at Link funny, then continues, "It's not about that. D'you even listen to the lyrics?"

"No," Link answers, easy and truthful.

"You really wanna start a band with me?” Rhett’s eyes fall and he scratches the back of his head. “If you got distracted while I was singing?"

"Rhett, I got distracted by your singing," Link explains.

Rhett looks down. "Oh."

There's a long pause.

"Well, I got distracted by you, too."

Link's eyes widen.

"By your singing," Rhett adds, hastily.

Link rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Unsure how else Rhett would've expected him to take that.

The blush that warms his chest also brings with it a smile.

He rewinds the tape so they can begin again.

[liibrii]

Miya Osamu x gn!reader || wc: 1k || angst || tw: eluded to an unhealthy relationship (not between Osamu and reader)

Miya Osamu was a proud child. A competitive boy who grew up to be a stubborn young man believing working hard will get him what he wants. It got him his own shop. One in his home neighbourhood. One in Osaka. One in Tokyo.

But he couldn't get you and maybe... maybe that's where everything went wrong.

It wasn't that you wouldn't return his feelings. Miya Osamu was your first crush back when you still ran around the playground together. Miya Osamu was the love that never really left your heart. Sometimes it was a small warm flame of friendship that endured everything, other times it was the overwhelming bonfire threatening to consume you. Miya Osamu would always hold a piece of your heart, but he would never have it whole.

Was the fear holding him back? From it silence is born. In the silence you could pretend the lingering touches and glances were just a figment of your imagination, that what you felt for each other was nothing more than close friendship.

Proud. Quiet. Competitive. Those were first words that came to your mind when thinking of Osamu. There were others, lingering in the back, waiting to be heard.

Loved. Hesitant.

When it came to you Osamu just never seemed to make up his mind. Perhaps he pondered if risking your friendship was worth it and while he mulled it over someone else came around, someone who stole you from under his nose. Someone who chose you without hesitation.

“Have some onigiri if ya want.“

“I'm good.“

His shop is empty. You make small talk, how is this and how is that. When was the last time you hung out together, alone? Must have been years. Not since she came into his life.

Perhaps it is your fault. She fooled you as she fooled Osamu. With gentle laughter, soft touches hiding claws and sugary sweet words drenched in poison whose malice you had yet to feel. How could you blame Osamu for falling for her when you too believed she was who she pretended to be?

Life has a bad habit of happening all at once. It distracted you from noticing how the claws dug deeper and deeper, how the poison began dripping down his throat and coat his words too. How the flame of the friendship you believed could whit stand anything slowly dwindled under the breeze of her words.

Just as you feared talking to him is awkward. It never was before. It never should be. His words only reaffirm your suspicions. It seems every single of your worst fears is coming to life. “She's reading your messages?“

“I let her read them. I trust her,“ he adds. 

You can't hold a scoff back. “Of course you do. Much more than she trusts you, apparently.“

“She loves me.“

“Do you feel loved?“

Osamu's hands curl into fists.

Silences with him used to be comfortable. Time when you just enjoyed being. Now it lays over you stiff as morning fog trying to muffle the words that should've been said years ago. “If she really loved you, if she trusted you I wouldn't be here after closing hours. After calling Atsumu to make sure she's out of town.“

Osamu sighs. There's not a trace of irritation on his face, just dark circles and emptiness in his eyes no one should carry. “Why are ya here? Really, why are ya here?“

“Because I can see you aren't happy with her.“ Because you know she is bad for him. Because you opened the way for her to waltz into his life. Because she drove a wedge between you that you have ignored for far too long. When was it that you lost your friend? Last year? Or was it the year before? There's a tiny voice that blames you for what happened. After all, if only you had chosen Osamu...

He laughs, dryly. “Ya can see I ain't happy. That's... That's a, a very arrogant thing to say, no? Don't talk like ya know me.“ His eyes bore into yours and were you standing your knees would buckle.

Bent, not broken.

The words sound like something she would say. She has bent him, moulded him into who she wants him to be. And what is bent will either stay as such or it will break.

You do know Osamu. You know you do, only the tired, empty eyes boring into yours aren't the eyes of Miya Osamu you once called your best friend.

Bent not, broken.

The silence is all the things you never said, all the feelings you never let show. The silence is all that could have been. The silence is all you have left.

Osamu hasn't forgotten either. “Do ya still love me?“

“Would I be here if I didn't?“

“He won't be happy to hear that. Yer fiancee.“ He almost spits the word out. It makes your stomach churn. When did the little boy who always shared his lunch with you learn what hate is?

“You're my friend Osamu. I'll always care about you. Especially when you don't want me too.“ You put on your jacket. Osamu avoids looking at you and you know everything you say will fall on deaf ears. He is full of wounds. The only question is, whose name do they carry?

Silence steals.

Osamu is no longer the boy with scrapped knees you used to chase around the playground. He's a grown man. His choices are his to make. Just as you made yours. Love has fooled men far wiser than you.

“I'll text you later,“ you say. Osamu gives only a sharp nod.

Freezing wind blows through the streets as you walk home. Train rattles on the tracks and hot tears roll down your cheeks. It doesn't matter, does it? No matter what you do, what you say, he will always go back to her.

You enter your home. Return in the arms of the one you love, the one you can tell about where you've been and what you talked about without fear it might sprout thorns of jealousy in his heart.

You don't know what Osamu returns home to. But you know it isn't love.