#it was a little difficult but i think i pulled it off :)

[numberonetribble]

Hello Breakbee family! I couldn't find an answer to this anywhere so I decided to comb through the Iacon 5000 race in Transformers One and guess who found Breakdown!!! (I apologize for any low-res screenshots, none of the streaming websites wanted to work with me)

How I did this is by keeping track of Swindle. Seen here, on the leader board Breakdown is in front, followed by Swindle, then Orion/D-16

This shot is shown after Darkwing hits D-16 and the pair slide down into the tunnel. Swindle's colors are Purple and Yellow. We can see that Breakdown's colors are Grey and Dark Blue, which is different from Tailgate's who is more of a Teal and Grey. This is important as Breakdown will be more Grey than Blue and Tailgate will be more Blue than Grey. We know the movie is based off the G1 designs and here is what Breakdown looks like in G1:

So let's jump backwards a second to before Orion/D-16 jump off the ledge/are hit by Darkwing

We can see there is a big Purple bot and another bot coming up behind them. Purple is obviously Swindle. I'm saying Darkwing? here since I'm not 100% as the image quality is not great. However I think it is Darkwing since there's nobody else in the shot behind them. Also, if you look at his legs there's a clear yellow rectangle design which is important in a moment. There was a car pile up that knocked out several racers right before this and you can see Swindle. The other big bot isn't Darkwing or Breakdown as they have handles on their back.

Once Orion/D-16 jump off the ledge there are three Transformers directly behind them. From left to right we have Swindle, Darkwing and finally our man Breakdown. We know that's Swindle because he was behind D-16, both of them are on the left side of the screen. In the middle we have Darkwing and that's where the yellow rectangle design on the legs comes back into play, it's the same model. Finally, Breakdown. The lighting isn't great, but the arms, legs and chest area are very much Dark Blue, matching the G1 design. The part that seals it for me? Look at the arms, shoulders are blue, the forearm is a shiny grey and the hands are blue. I have been drawing Breakdown enough to clock that design immediately !!!

Before we move on, I would like to point this out, Breakdown has his arms up and legs down, but does a flip where his feet are up and hands are down. In Earthspark whenever Breakdown transforms, his feet are the front of the car and his torso half is the back. Bumblebee is reversed, his torso is the front while his feet are the back. (Bee does a little leg kick whenever he transforms it's very cute of him). I can't speak for G1 or Prime Breakdown but here it's the same, the feet become the front of the vehicle and the torso becomes the back. B-127 also matches Earthspark, his torso becomes the front while his feet become the back.

Here they are in vehicle mode. In this next part I have marked where I would like everyone to pay attention as this moment happens very quickly. Swindle has these squarish double burners(? idk car words), an angular bumper and round wheels. Breakdown has these rectangle things on his back/middle, but is mostly grey and maybe stripes but it's difficult to tell.

Now the movie does this camera trick so everyone flips positions. Swindle/D-16 have been on the left side of the screen, they are now going to be on the right. Orion/Breakdown have been on the right, they'll be on the left. Darkwing takes off and is ahead of everyone.

The vehicle in the very front is the same mostly grey with maybe stripes and weird rectangles in the previous shot. Which means, that's 100% Breakdown!!! He pulls ahead of Swindle who, has those squarish burner things, an angular bumper and round tires! Logically speaking, whomever is in front of Swindle in this very moment, can only be Breakdown!

Unfortunately this is the last time we see this vehicle clearly as it gets too far ahead of Orion/D-16. Here is the next shot of them in the tunnel, Breakdown and Swindle are gone.

(Fun note: this orange/white/blue car is repeatedly used throughout the race no matter where Orion/D-16 are placed. No idea who it is)

However! Breakdown's model get reused in the tunnel scene with different paint jobs! Observe:

Here is when Orion gets kicked off, whomever, he is riding. On the right we can see that same vehicle model, only very clearly Teal. My vote is Tailgate! The front 4 headlights and the squarish things on the back/middle are the same as the next one:

Orion has been caught by D-16 as his jetpack explodes in the background. I'm not sure if it is Breakdown as the lighting in the tunnel is causing some reflections. I color-picked the stripes in my art application and the colors are supposedly red, but it looks purple to me.

So, in terms of the race: Breakdown was in front, Swindle, Orion/D-16 then Tailgate. Orion/D-16 fall behind, then they catch up by hitching a ride, putting them back up to where maybe Tailgate and Breakdown are. Although I will admit, these vehicles may just be reused assets to populate the race.

Now, I would like to get ahead of something. Throughout the race we see the leaderboard and if you look on the right, it shows if a Transformer is a "car" or a "plane" (very funny to me Orion/D-16 are just [?])

And here's Breakdown on the board again, he's very clearly a "car"

"Oh but that character model is flying! That can't be Breakdown!"

I don't think it's that binary? We see several "motorcycles" and they are also labeled as "car"

"Oh maybe it's wheels versus flying types!"

Again that doesn't seem quite right? Cybertronians aren't bound to Earth rules of vehicles. In Earthspark, Prowl is a "car" but is flying around.

Look there he goes!

Sure he has a driving Earth-mode later. But that's more to my point, maybe it's based on size of vehicle? There are several smaller flying "cars" and we only see a couple of larger racers labeled as "plane".

Breakdown's model is roughly the same size as Swindle and both are smaller than Darkwing. Perchance, on Cybertron they'd be thought of as "cars".

"But Orion is the same size as Darkwing at the almost end of the movie, would that mean he would be labeled as a "plane" ?"

Work with me please!!!! D:

Maybe, when entering the race, each racer has to pick which one represents them more and they only had 2 art assets.

Edit to Add: I slept on it and I don't think this is the "Offical Transformers One Breakdown character model render design" it's probably Generic Racer No. 5, however it's what's being used to represent Breakdown in this moment in the race.

So in conclusion, that's my man!!!! Our man!!!!! There he is!!! He's right there! Breakdown! He's here!!!!

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Love To Watch You Leave: Part 1

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Eventual Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol

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18+ Only

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Since you can remember, Bradley Bradshaw has been the bane of your existence.




Your earliest recollection of him is when you moved to town, just next door to him. He was a good 5 years older than you, but you immediately had a huge crush on him.




This was quickly squashed when he began to tease you, and then teasing turned to bullying, and you swore you’d spend the rest of your life hating him.




You remember seeing him playing in his garden when you were 7, hanging some toy planes in a tree and shooting them out with his slingshot.




You meandered over in your little yellow dress, hair curled and all of your best glittery bracelets on, you looked adorable and we’re confident he would think you were the bees knees.




You stood watching him destroy his toy planes, patiently waiting for him to notice you.




Eventually you spoke up, “That looks like fun, can I play?”




Bradley turned around to eye you up, the 12 year old glaring at you like he’d never seen a girl before. He then turned back around, ignoring you, and continued to shoot at his planes.




You walked closer and looked up at him.




“I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”




Bradley scowled down at you, “This game isn’t for girls, and my name is none of your business, kid, now scram.”




Your smile fell from your face, and you crossed your arms with a huff, “That’s rude. I’m gonna tell my mom if you don’t let me play with you.”




Bradley lifted his slingshot and aimed it right at you, you screamed and ducked before running back to your house.




“Mommy! Mommy!”




Bradley shot a pebble at you, but luckily his aim was still shocking and he missed.




From that day onwards, you tried to steer clear of the mean boy next door, but that was becoming increasingly difficult as your mom became friends with his mom. They spent a lot of time chatting on the steps in front of each others houses, and tried very hard to coax you and Bradley to play together.




“I don’t want to go over, can’t I just stay here?” You argued one day, your mom brushing your soft locks as she got you ready for a play date next door.




“No my love, I can’t leave you home alone. Carole has kindly made us lunch so it would be rude not to go, wouldn’t it?” She said softly. Your mom was so gentle but it was hard to argue with her reasoning.




You nodded sulkily, and a few minutes later you were being carted off to the Bradshaws, your hand in your moms and eyes red from your crocodile tears.




Carole welcomed you inside, but Bradley was nowhere to be seen, much to your relief.




You liked Carole, she was warm and friendly, much like your own mom, and you were more than happy to sit with the adults and converse about your new barbie and how school was going, but much to your dismay, Carole took your hand and guided you to her sons bedroom.




“Here you go sweetheart, Bradley’s inside, I’m sure he’ll let you play with any of his toys.” She said sweetly, pushing the door open and nudging you inside.




The bedroom was blue and covered with model airplanes and cars, very much a boys bedroom, and Bradley sat in the centre of his bed, tearing apart an old plastic truck he’d clearly damaged during one of his rather destructive play times.




You stood awkwardly at the door as Carole walked away.




Bradley glanced up at you before looking back down at his toy, tearing bits of plastic off. “If you touch any of my stuff I’ll get you with my slingshot. I’ve been practicing.”




You frowned and your arms crossed over your polka dot dress. “My mom says if a boy is mean to you, it means he likes you.” You stated confidently.




Bradley pulled a face and stuck his tongue out in disgust, “Gross, girls have cooties, and you look like you have the most cooties out of everyone. And your pigtails are stupid.”




You went red with rage, how dare he insult your hair. Angrily you balled your hands into fists and stormed over to Bradley, landing a punch against his arm. He barely winced, but he turned and shoved you so hard that you landed with an ‘ooph’ on the ground.




You burst into tears, wailing for your mom who quickly came to your aid.




“Baby what happened?” She cooed, scooping you up in her arms as Carole glared down at Bradley.




“He- he PUSHED me!” You wailed, and Bradley scowled at you.




“She punched me first!” He argued.




Unfortunately for your mom and Carole, this little spat resulted in you having to go home early, and they resorted to chatting in the garden going forward, but you were more than happy not to have to see Bradley much going forward.




You would occasionally see him playing in the front garden, but you’d just ignore him and play by yourself. Eventually you made friends and Bradley was actually nice to them, but still treated you as if you had a highly contagious disease.




Your little heart hated him to the best of its ability, and you avoided him like the plague, yet he would still throw water balloons at you when you weren’t looking, or tell his friends that you were weird. Sometimes he would call you names as he drove past on his bike, but all of that was nothing compared to when you started high school.




Bradley was in his final year as you started your first, and still as immature as the day you met him, he made your life a living hell.




You remembered your first day for all of the wrong reasons.




You met up with your friends at the front gate, all walking in for your first day of high school together, excited about what was to come and nervous at the same time. You had bought cute matching stationary and a new outfit for the first day of school, and your mom had dropped you off, as proud as a mother could be.




But all of that excitement was quickly dampened as soon as you saw Bradley in the corridor, the smile on your face dropping like melted ice cream.




He had spotted you first, staring at you menacingly from his circle of friends down the further end of the corridor.




“Who’s that, your little girlfriend?” One of his friends teased, a dorky looking guy.




“Her? Not a chance. She’s my weird neighbour. She’s been obsessed with me since we were kids.” He told his friends.




You had stopped listening to your friends chatting now, your ears straining to make out Bradley’s words as your face grew blood red.




“Her dad even had to leave the country just to get away from her, she’s a psycho. Once had to actually shove her off of me just to get her to take a hint.” You watched in horror as he lied to his friends, your heart shattering when he brought up your dad.




Your dad had moved to the UK when he divorced your mom after finding someone else. You didn’t hate him for it, but it hurt that he’d abandoned you so easily, and hearing Bradley twist the situation made you want to throw up.




You ran into the bathroom and began to sob, you contemplated even just calling your mom to pick you up, not sure you could ever show your face again, but your friends managed to calm you down and you agreed to see the day through.




You had hoped his bullying would end there, but most days you couldn’t even get to classes without either Bradley or one of his stupid friends mocking you, calling you names or spreading a rumour. Retaliating only made it worse, and his friends would argue that you were obsessed with him and we’re finding reasons to speak to him, so eventually you stopped defending yourself.




Once you even made the mistake of wearing white jeans to school, and Bradley squeezed ketchup down the back of them as he walked past you in the cafeteria, then loudly exclaiming that you’d gotten your period.




Thankfully, once Bradley had graduated high school, you barely had to deal with him anymore, and the rest of high school passed in a much lighter fashion.




Around summer time in 9th grade however, your world came crashing down suddenly, when Carole passed away. You’d come to adore her, even if her son was your worst nightmare.




You and your mom mourned her but Bradley of course was in the worst state.




Alone in his moms house, your mom would often

go over and cook dinner for him, ensuring he had anything he needed. She had asked Bradley to come and stay, but he had declined politely, saying he was able to look after himself and would rather be in his own home.




You actually felt bad for him, and despite your troubled past with him, you decided to offer your condolences.




Braving it, you walked over to his house and knocked on the door. A few minutes passed without an answer, so you knocked again.




Eventually you decided to let yourself in, so you pushed the door open and carefully stepped inside.




“Bradley?” You called out. The house felt empty and sounded even more so. You ventured further in and checked the lounge, kitchen and hallway. Nothing.




Bradley’s room was empty, so you checked Carole’s last, and to your surprise Bradley was curled up on his moms bed, fast asleep.




You thought about just leaving, which you probably should have, but something inside you urged you forward. You sat at the end of the bed and waited. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, not sure what you could even say or do to make him feel better. You weren’t even sure why you were trying to make him feel better, but your heart ached for him.




Slowly you reached out and placed a gentle hand against his ankle, shaking him.




Bradley stirred, but didn’t seem to wake, so you shook him again.




“Bradley.” You whispered.




He suddenly shot up in bed, a look of confusion on his face as he stared at you groggily.




“What are you doing here?” He spat.




“I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, for your loss. I can’t… can’t imagine what you’re going through, and I didn’t like the thought of you being all alone so I-“




He cut you off with a snap, “So you thought you’d just break into my house and sit here like a creep, watching me?”




You didn’t know what to say, you were surprised by his level of anger, even for Bradley.




“No, I knocked, I just-“




“What is wrong with you? Can you just get out? Leave me the fuck alone, Y/N.” He laid back down and turned his back on you, and you fought back tears as you left.




You decided that you were officially done with Bradley Bradshaw then and there, and when he joined the navy, you thought if you never saw him again, it would still be too soon.




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After high school, you went on to study Meteorology in New York, and would often visit home, or your mom would come to New York to visit you, but not once did you see Bradley, despite the fact that he had not yet sold Carole’s house.




You were quite relieved, but over the years the hatred subsided slightly, although it never fully went away. As an adult you grew past it, you were the bigger person and you pitied him in the end.




In college you met someone and moved in together, life was actually looking up, but after 7 years together and with your studies now finished, your relationship quickly fell apart, and you decided to move back home.





Around a week after moving back home, you sat on the front porch reading your new book, checking your phone every half an hour, waiting to hear back about job interviews, when a familiar truck pulled up outside Carole’s house.




You looked up, squinting against the afternoon sun, and your body turned cold.




Bradley.




You hadn’t seen him in many years, thankfully, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to notice you.




You ducked your head down and pretended to read, holding your breath as you waited for him to go inside. Unfortunately today was not your lucky day and you heard the hard ground crunch under his boots.




“Well I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”




His deep voice rang out across your garden. You groaned and looked up at him. He looked different. He was big now, muscles bulging out of every limb, taller than you’d remembered and a corny porn star moustache on his lip. He still had the same curls, but they were now tinted gold by the sun and his skin had a warmer tone.




He looked good, you couldn���t deny that.




“Bradshaw. Long time no see, sad that my record is broken.” You broke eye contact and looked back down at your book, hoping he’d take a hint and leave.




Bradley chuckled dryly, swinging his car keys around his finger.




“I hear your relationship crashed and burned. Can’t say it surprises me.” He smirked.




“Eat a dick, Bradley.” You said as you got up and went to move inside.




“Nice to see you haven’t changed.” He mumbled.




You suddenly grew hot, rage bubbling up under your skin, and you spun round to face him.




“Me?! Good to see you’re still the same ass face as you were 10 years ago.” You spat back.




“Wow, great come back, Einstein. Is that what you left to study? If so you really should go back to school.”




He was getting under your skin and he knew it, yet he stood there as cool as a cucumber.




“Fuck you!” You yelled, throwing your book at him. It hit his shoulder as he moved to block it and landed on the ground with a thump.




“Jeez, calm down, you’re so feisty now.” He bent to pick up your book and began reading an except.




“And she longed to run her hands through his soft golden locks-“




You ran down the steps and tried to grab the book, “Give that back.” But he held it out of reach.




“and dreamt of his lips on hers, but it never would be, not when he was betrothed to another.” He chuckled as he read, finding it amusing how you struggled to reach. “Wow, you really do need this book, considering it’s all the action you’re gonna get.”




You huffed as he shoved the book into your chest. “I thought you would have grown up by now, but I really shouldn’t be surprised to see you’re still the same immature child you always were.” You turned to walk into the house just as your mom came to see what all the commotion was.




She beamed as she laid eyes on Bradley and stuck out her arms for a hug, walking down the steps towards him, “Sweetheart! How are you?”




Bradley happily hugged her back and grinned over her shoulder at you. “I’m good Elsie, thank you, how are you?” As if butter wouldn’t melt.




“I’m good my love, I see you’ve been catching up with my darling daughter, don’t let me interrupt. Hope you’ll come over for dinner some time before you get deployed again!” She smiled at you both as she went back into the house.




You glared at Bradley. “Please don’t tell me you’ve started dating my mom?”

You joked.




Bradley winked at you as he turned to walk away, “Rather your mom than you.” He replied.




You knew he was joking, or at least you hoped, but it stung that Bradley hadn’t changed, and what was worse was that he seemingly knew all about your failed relationship yet you knew nothing about his life. The last thing you wanted was for him to have yet another one-up on you.




Little did you know that would be the very least of your worries that month.




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- Part 2 Here -

[carlos-in-glasses]

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I have become obsessed with the idea that TK and Carlos might have bought Jonah a race car/ fire truck/rocket ship bed. So I’m already working on a coda…. BUT with the caveat that if the bed happens to just be plain red plastic (?!), I shall modify accordingly.

Also featuring Carlos' nightlight that appears in Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines and Where All This Love Comes From.

“Hey, TK.”

TK, lying on his side on the race car bed* with his knees pulled up to his chest, shifts so he’s flat on his back, facing the ceiling. His long legs dangle most of the way off the mattress. He swallows hard. Carlos watches the dome of his Adam’s apple sink. Tears slope from his right eye. Then his left. Then both at once.

Carlos wants to lie down with his husband, but it’s fair to assume two giant men together on a toddler race car bed will result in that bed being flattened to the floor. Which maybe doesn’t matter now. But still. Too much has already been crushed for one day.

Carlos instead picks up the sturdy wooden stool they found at the flea market. The stool is squat and has little lions and tigers painted along the seat’s circumference. He deposits it next to the bed and sits down, reaches for the globe-shaped nightlight by his feet. This was his nightlight as a child, and it still works. In a dad-like way, Carlos thinks: They made things to last in the ‘90s. He switches the nightlight on.

The late afternoon's amber sunshine floods through the west-facing windows, so it’s slightly difficult to make out the swirling constellations that project onto the shelves and the ceiling and travel across their bodies too. But stars are there. Stars are everywhere. Seeking them makes more appear, just like with a real night sky.

*rocket ship/ fire truck...😳

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[eternal-love-song]

Restoration

Loop gets injured in battle. Odile stitches them up.

[Loop & Odile] [Hurt/comfort, injury] Written for @beneathsilverstars

There was a hole in their side. The Sadness had ripped through their skin like paper, leaving a shredded mess behind on their arm and side. They had taken a blow for their stardust, resulting in the injury that they now sported. It was the first time that Loop had been injured since traveling with the party and so it was the first time that they'd gotten to know what that looked like for them.

They hardly felt it. It was at worst uncomfortable, though seeing it made them feel worse than any actual feeling in that area. They didn't bleed, exactly. The lightless goop that oozed out of the wound was not the consistency of blood nor did the amount of it seem proportional. The sight of it seemed to distract Loop and Siffrin both, but luckily, the others were able to make up for that distraction.

It was by unspoken agreement that Siffrin quickly shucked off his cloak and passed it over to Loop to hide the sight of it. Loop thought that they might have been sick if they had to see the others looking at the torn shreds of their body. It was bad enough that they looked as inhuman as they did. The fact that their skin didn't even act as skin, that they didn't even bleed… They hated it.

The healing craft they tried to use on themselves didn't do anymore than stop the oozing from the wound. It didn't knit their skin back together. It seemed like they would have to do that themselves somehow.

The others defeated the Sadness without much more trouble. No one gave the two of you more than a passing glance at the cloak transfer. It wasn't the first time that they had passed Siffrin's things between them both, it wouldn't be the last. The group moved on and Loop tried to pretend that their mind wasn't constantly on the way their skin was shredded, the fact that it didn't act like skin at all, the fact that their inhumanness was once again being thrown in their face.

Siffrin grabbed and squeezed Loop's hand. Loop squeezed back. They didn't feel better, but it kept them grounded enough to make it to the campsite.

Siffrin went off to gather firewood, and the others scattered to do their task as well. Loop thought that this meant they would have time on their own for a while, but unfortunately the researcher decided to approach him.

"Loop. Would you mind coming to my tent?" she asked.

They stared at her a moment, trying to see if they could figure out what she wanted. When nothing seemed to immediately stand out, they simply put on their usual smile. "My, I didn't realize that you were so very eager to spend time with me, Researcher."

She only hummed in reply, turning and going to her tent, expecting Loop to follow. Which they did. They lingered awkwardly near the entrance, unsure what she wanted from them.

"I noticed that you were injured in the battle earlier," she said without fanfare.

"Oh, that? That was nothing!"

"It didn't look like nothing, if I'm honest. I'd like to take a look."

Loop tried to examine her face to see what she might be thinking, but the researcher had always been difficult to read. They hesitated for long enough that she sighed.

"I don't intend to say anything to the others, but I'm not willing to let a member of this team go around with an untreated injury," she told them. "I realize that you are a bit of a special case and there may be… sensitivities involved… but doing nothing will not help. I can assure you of that."

Loop hesitated only a little more before pulled the cloak off.

The Researcher reached out for their arm, pausing before actually touching them. "May I?"

Loop nodded.

They still flinched when she touched them, but not nearly as much as they would have without the warning. She looked at the way his skin was torn, turning his arm one way and then another. She ran a finger along the edge of the tear and Loop shivered at the feeling of it, a sharp sensation coming to life where previously they felt almost nothing.

"Should I assume that you already tried healing craft?" she asked.

"Yeah." Loop answered quietly. "It stopped the… the bleeding." That was the closest that they could think of, even if what had leaked out of them was not actually blood.

"Then this requires stitches," she concluded. "Do you mind?"

Loop shook their head.

The researcher rummaged through her bag for a moment before pulling out a needle and thread. "I think this will be more comfortable if we both sit."

"Alright."

They both sat, Loop holding out their arm when prompted. There were small, sharp stinging pains as the needle was threaded through the edges of their skin. They watched in fascination as it was stitched back together. It took five stitches and once the skin was all pulled together, it seemed to mend itself completely, absorbing the stitches and going back to normal.

"Fascinating," The researcher said.

Loop thought a better word might be 'horrifying' but who were they to tell the researcher how to feel?

"Alright, now your side."

Loop laid down on their uninjured side so that she could reach the wound better. Just like the first time, she poked and prodded the area a bit and Loop did their best not to flinch.

"Next time, Loop, I would prefer if you would just come to me straight away. Can you do that for me?"

Loop was silent at first, as they thought. There wasn't really a better option though and at least the researcher would keep her reactions to herself mostly. They took a deep breath before answering. "Alright."

"Thank you, Loop." She finished up the stitches and ran a hand over the newly restored skin. "Well, it seems like we're all done here."

Loop sat up, poking at their side. No pain, they couldn't feel where the stitches were at all, no hint of the injury was left. "I… thank you, researcher."

"Think nothing of it."

Loop lingered for a moment, wanting to say more, but they couldn't think of what to say. They resolved to give her a token of gratitude later. That was easier than using words, anyway.

[fr33time]

♥︎Happy Birthday my Dearest Business Partner♥︎

Divider credits: @enchanthings-a A/N: For Ritsu’s birthday that was a couple days ago! I really like him and he deserves a happy birthday fic. I got his most recent card twice on different accounts, so it’s safe to say that I’m happy with how his birthday turned out. He looks absolutely adorable in both of his cards, but he looks stunning in his knight of pentacles card. I’ll stop raving about Ritsu but watch out for the next couple days because I may release another fanfic (MAYBE), have a lovely day!

Genre: Fluff, oneshot

Pairing: Ritsu x !reader

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Ritsu was a difficult person to shop for, even though you were business partners you weren’t sure what he would like as a birthday present. The general store didn’t have much in terms of gift-worthy items, a few knick knacks here and there but you wanted to give Ritsu a gift that he would actually use and appreciate. If you knew him, you’d know that Ritsu strives for practical rather than frivolous.

You still had a few hours before you met up with him at the mystery diner, and you couldn’t go up to him without getting him a birthday present. You looked in your wallet and remembered that Haru paid you for helping around Jabberwock despite the fact that the safari park is in a tough financial situation at the moment. You weren’t sure what to do with the money until you remembered what happened the last time that you two were investigating someone.

It was a few weeks ago and Ritsu pulled you along to follow some students that were suspected of cheating in Sinostra’s casino. He stayed 20 feet behind them for most of the day, and even got an R&R permit to get proof that they cheated, Ritsu usually focuses on his own investigations, but this was a special request from Romeo and he offered to pay double for Ritsu’s time. The investigation went on with little to no evidence, the students had wallets full of cash but you two had no way to prove that they cheated unless they admitted to it on Ritsu’s recorder.

Both of you stopped at a store nearby because Ritsu needed new stationary items. He makes sure to compare items and check reviews to get the most use out of his pens and notebooks.

“Hm…” Ritsu pondered to himself as he looked at two different brands of soft-ring notebooks. “This one has sturdier pages but less pages, and it looks like pen ink will leak through this one if you use the wrong brand but it has more pages.” He looked so serious when he was comparing the two items, deciding which one is worth his time. He turned to you and gave you both of the notebooks, “Tell me what you think MC.”

You looked through both of them but took more interest in the book with sturdier pages. “This one looks better, even though it costs more and has less pages I feel like you should stick to quality over quantity if you’re writing with pen. You don’t want the ink to bleed through and make it harder to read your work.” You handed the sturdier book to Ritsu and he took it in his own with a smile on his face.

“I’ll get 3 then, you can never be too prepared.” He took off to the cash register and paid for his new notebooks and a few other things that he needed. It felt special that Ritsu asked you for your input, even if it was for something as meaningless as stationary. While you were waiting for the worker to scan his items, you caught Ritsu looking at a box intently. You looked closed and realized that he was looking at a fountain pen, it was an expensive one that costed way more than what Ritsu bought his books for. It was probably more than what he brought on your trip outside of the academy. You see Ritsu use that brand for his pens, and even though he looked like he wanted it, he dismissed it and walked back to the train station.

You closed your wallet and decided the perfect gift for Ritsu, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get an R&R permit so you walked straight to the offices to get approved.

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You walked into the mystery diner with a box and a small note in your back pocket, you didn’t want Ritsu to see what you got him yet. As you approached him, you saw various papers set up on the table you two sat at, how curious. You slipped into the seat on the opposite side of the booth and picked up a document to look at its contents.

“I got voice recordings and photo evidence of those two students cheating in the casino. I’m finalizing the papers now and I need you to look through them.” You looked at him a bit dumbfounded, and looked through the photos that he took. “You’re working on your birthday?”

“Work hours aren’t over yet, and I won’t rest until there’s justice.” You smiled a bit at his antics, of course he’s working. You pulled your present from your back pocket and kept it hidden under the table, “Before I read these over, I want to give you something.” Ritsu questioned you as you got up from the booth and sat beside him, holding out your gift for him.

“Happy Birthday Ritsu, I want you to open it here.” You looked at him expectedly, waiting for him to take it. He hesitated for a moment but took it and looked at the note that was written on the box.

“Happy Birthday my dearest business partner, you deserve it =)

-From, MC”

A small blush crept on his face while reading the note, carefully opening the box to reveal the fountain pen he longed for in the store.

There was silence as Ritsu’s eyes widened and went to open the package and put the ink cartridge in the pen. He waited for a few minutes for the ink to set in and spoke up, “You went to the store for this?” He looked you in the eyes and the small blush was still evident on his face. You nodded your head and smiled at him. He looked through the binder he carried around with him, and opened it up to grab a scrap piece of paper. He took the pen in his hand and drew a few lines to let the ink flow and wrote his signature.

“It’s comfortable in my hand and the flow of the pen is beyond adequate, thank you for the gift, it’s lovely.” Ritsu’s gaze softened and he flashed you a small smile. You blushed and returned the gesture to him, he really just said that your gift was lovely!

“Well.. I can read those documents now and see if everything is in order.” You picked up a small pile of papers and straightened them on the table to signify that you want to get to business. “Perfect, we’ll submit them after checking how fool proof this evidence is.”

You two found comfort in working beside each other, he didn’t notice how close you two got after a certain point. Whenever you looked over you saw Ritsu using his new fountain pen to sign papers.

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[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3

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When Clark entered your apartment he was thankful that, unlike him, you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating. He was so nervous that he wondered if he was going to puke. It would be an interesting experience seeing as he never had gotten sick. Seeing you only intensified the feeling. 

You didn’t notice his hesitance at first, kissing him on the cheek so nonchalantly that it seemed as simple of an act as blinking was. It wasn’t until he hesitated to tell you how his day was that you asked what was wrong.

“Can we talk?” He asked, ignoring your question entirely. When Clark heard your heartbeat spike, he knew he had worded it wrong. “We’re not breaking up. It’s…I need to talk to someone right now.”

The relief on your face was evident, and– if he wasn’t so worried about his current situation– he would have been distraught for even accidentally hurting your feelings. You squeezed his hand as you urged him to tell you his feelings. Looking at you, Clark could tell that if he asked for the moon, you would find a way to get it to him. He felt safe with you and hated that he was so nervous that it made him hesitate to talk.

“Clark?” You said softly as you leaned toward him. “Everything’s alright.”

It wasn’t. Not to him, anyway, but he appreciated the sentiment. Sucking in a breath, he finally told you. There was a boy that he named Connor that was his clone. There wasn’t much more that Clark could say about the matter. Clark Kent had a clone– or genomorph, whatever words Batman had used to explain it to him. 

You were quiet for a moment, a furrow in your brow as you thought of all the new information he had given you, before starting to speak, “Who–who’s the other person that this clone is…made from?”

The name felt so sour on his tongue that he could hardly get it out. “Lex Luthor’s.”

“Oh,” Was all you said, and Clark was sure that was the only appropriate response. “Are you okay?” 

Clark nearly broke down, expressing all his feelings because he just needed to. If it wasn’t for the help of Ma and Pa, taking Connor in when he first came to him, and you being so open about it all. 

“I–I don’t know how to feel about him. I feel responsible, I guess, but,” Clark paused, not sure how to work his feelings. This situation was just too complicated. He considered himself a smart man, able to process complex issues, but he couldn’t wrap his head around this. Clark thought he should have been able to deal with this like any other situation, and felt angry that he couldn't understand why it was so difficult for him to deal with it. “I’m upset that my DNA was used to create this boy, but I don’t regret this boy being here. There's more I can't put into words. I feel…confused, really.”

“That’s okay,” You said sweetly. “You’re still processing this. It’s quite a big bomb to drop into your life.”

“It is. Damn it,” Clark looked up to see your unsure expression. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to get so upset.”

Surprisingly, you laughed. “Clark, you are more than within your rights to be upset!”

“Thank you,” Was all Clark could think to say.

“Honey, listen, it’ll be okay. You have Ma and Pa to help you. Not to mention me,” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth to brush off the sentiment, but you stopped him. “Yes, I know you have Bruce, too.” 

Clark, for the first time in a few days, laughed. He pulled you toward him, enveloping you in a big hug. As he breathed you in, he reminded himself that you would always be in his corner no matter how confusing things got. Connor wasn’t a bad kid, from what little he knew so far about him, and Clark could work out his feelings about him over time. 

“Do you want to meet him? I mean, if he’s going to be part of the family and all.” 

You smiled, and all Clark wanted to do was to tell you how much you meant to him. “Only if you’re ready, then I would love to.”

With that, Clark picked up the phone to call Ma.

[azurbright]

Can you write something cute and fluffy about Jimmy and Mumbo please? Maybe they're like sneaking off from their bases and allys to meet up in secret.

AGGHG

I love that you guys are entertaining the idea of this ship. Let me cook. I promise you guys.

Its kinda short, but you get the point!

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Skizz and Grian had fallen asleep for the night. The small hallways within the bridges were where they slept. It was easy to sneak out, his to friends slept heavy, and nothing could wake them up. Which Mumbo started to think, in a place like this, was a really bad thing. Literally, anyone could come and try to kill them their sleep, and they probably wouldn't even wake up to fight.

Jimmy's attempt to escape the mountain, though, was much more difficult, Lizzie had sleeping problems, insomnia they thought, it didn't usually matter much, she knew where he was going. They never talked about it, but she knew. She also often snuck off to see Joel in the night, but she was less obvious about it. The only one who didn't know was Scar, who was generally oblivious.

They met up inside a small cave entrance pretty far away from where anyone could find them. It was near BigBs base, but they were sure that he wouldn't come looking out here. They felt they could be themselves with each other here. It wasn't a death game when they were together, It didn't matter. They made a pact or more like a promise not to kill eachother, no matter what. They knew in the end, they'd never win anyways.

"Jim, it's so good to see you," Mumbo pauses, "it's been a long day." Today's wildcard had really been something. Mumbo wrapped Jimmy into his arms. It was cold outside, and they hadn't gotten the chance to talk in a while. Mumbo was only slightly taller than Jimmy, and he tended to his rest his head on his shoulder. His mustache tickled his neck a little bit, and he leaned into Mumbo, placing a hand in his hair.

"I've missed you, Mumbo." He pulls back to look at him, "To bad, we don't get to see each other more often. Although, if anyone knew about this, especially people other than our teammates, they'd use it against us. You know that." Jimmy sighed, "and I can't die this time." He was determined, Mumbo would give him that, but he knew it was obsolete, Jimmy was not good at surviving. It wasn't his strong suit. His strong suit, Mumbo thought, was simply just being him. Silly, thoughtless Jimmy. Now that he thought about it, surviving wasn't really his strong suit either. He was smart but not in that way. Besides, he'd probably die to his own hand anyway. For now, though, he'd like to keep Jimmy in his grasp.

He didn't want to think about everything that could happen. Instead, he wanted to focus on the here and now. He slid down the wall, Jimmy falling with him. There was something so gently sweet about this here.

They were sat on the cold hard floor of a cave, embracing each other, and that was, okay, for now. Mumbo placed his chin atop of Jimmy's head lightly. "I'm gonna miss this." Mumbo whispered.

"Me too." Jimmy whispered back, closing his eyes, trying to imagine a world where this wasn't it. It's was impossible. All they knew was this world. Maybe that was okay. Maybe this was all they needed.

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a little drawing experiment with two of my favorite cutie pies!!! :)

[skunkes]

back on the horse and clasping my hands with my eyes shut begging the universe to please let me get what I want because most everyone in my life could tell you that I never ask for anything, ignoring that the queue for Cheye's Wishes is still processing and rejecting 500 billion "can my imaginary boyfriend please come to life" requests first

[askblueandviolet]

Can you play any other musical instruments?

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[orcelito]

Feel like I am absorbing as much as my father after his death as possible. I will carry on his Legacy. I will be the Biker (in time). I am already the weapon collector (though with knives, not guns). I even have accepted owning a minions mug, something I swore would never happen (I hate those fucking things), just bc it makes me think of him.

Maybe he's gone now, but I'm gonna make damn sure to live a continuation of his life... just in my own way, lol

[abyssembraced]

Soul-based magic (e.g. the original Vengeful Spirit, Howling Wraiths, and Desolate Dive) is a highly technical art that takes a lot of skill to bring it to its full potential. It's a very intricate practice, but advanced mages(?) like the Pale King can do incredible things with it. Ghost, however, having received very little formal training in it, only really knows the bare minimum required to cast their three spells (and to heal through Focusing their Soul).

Void-based magic (the Shade's versions of the three spells), meanwhile, is more like a blunt-force approach that uses its sheer power to mimic the things Soul spells can do. While Soul magic works with the universe to weave powerful spells within its laws, like carefully making its way through a complex maze, Void magic forces the universe to bend to its will, bulldozing through the walls of the maze to reach its desired end result.

Soul magic that has been infused with Void (e.g. Shade Soul, Abyss Shriek, and Descending Dark) create the most powerful spells possible, especially when used offensively. It combines the technical skill and potential of Soul magic with the pure power of Void magic, giving it the best of both worlds and making for a terrifying combo. There are very few who are able to take the powers of Soul and use it to cast magic, though, and even less who can survive being exposed to Void for any prolonged period of time. Ghost, Hollow, and the other vessels are probably the only ones capable of wielding such spells.

As a Shade/in their Void form, Ghost lacks the coordination and control required to manipulate Soul and cast spells with it, especially since it's not something they're made of themselves anymore. So, instead they're forced to use pure Void spells rather than their stronger infused ones. It's a lot more exhausting for them to do, since all the Void energy they're expelling comes directly from them, rather than using the excess Soul they've absorbed and stolen from other beings. So, unless they have an easy way to replenish their Void or something, Ghost can't usually cast as many Void spells in rapid succession compared to Soul or Infused Soul spells. (Like how the in-game Shade can only cast as many spells as the player has Soul containers)

[l0std1adem]

unironically would love to be a high school ap bio teacher if it paid more

[woahjo]

APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

masterlist 

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji cannot wait to break in his virgin girlfriend—though until then, he’ll settle for simply teasing you until you’re a trembling mess.

tags. toji fushiguro x virgin!female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). corruption kink. dry humping? cum play. size difference. reader gets called ‘princess, doll’ queued

toji loves to tease you—you know that very well. he thrives off your reactions to his dirty words, the subtle yet naughty touches that he sneaks in during conversations, the seductive glint in his half lidded eyes whenever you’re around . . he knows what he’s doing.

even more so when you’re in his bed at night. you usually cuddle, sometimes make out and grind against each other, but nothing too lewd yet. toji doesn’t mind waiting to get a taste of you. he knows it will be worth the wait at the end.

but oh—is it difficult. so, so difficult. especially when you allow him access to more parts of your body.

“shit, princess,” he pants, hissing a bit when the mushroom tip of his cock bumps against your clothed clit, “y’re gettin’ so wet, huh? just by looking at my cock ‘n feeling it rub against your pussy.”

your cotton panties surely are damp with arousal; from both toji and you. his pre-cum mixes with your juices, ruining your favorite pair of panties. the wet spot forming near your slit only gets darker and darker the more you allow toji to rub his dick back and forth over your cunt.

“mngh—fuck. need you,” you whine, unable to fight the urge to buck your hips against his fat cock. your eyes dart up to your boyfriend to express your neediness, but he grabs your nape and guides your gaze back to his red tip pushing against your sloppy underwear.

toji lets out a dry chuckle. “i know y’ do. y’r pussy told me that long time ago,” he comments while he watches your adorable reactions to him pushing and pulling his cock from your clothed pussy. he’s only interested in you—the way your eyes glisten with tears and pleasure.

if it isn’t for his self control, he would have fucked you by now. but he’ll patiently wait until the perfect timing to push through that invisible wall, to pop your cherry while he looks you in the eyes, taking that innocence from you that he oh-so loves.

“want my cock, doll?” toji asks with a wicked grin. his large hands runs over your chest to your tummy. he guides his shaft over to your belly, measuring how much of your insides it would fill. “mm, yeah—would mess you up pretty bad,” he hums as the tip reaches your belly button. even further than that.

the thought excites the older man. to be your first, the first man who’ll mould your pussy to only fit his cock. no one else will have the honor of stripping you from your virginity.

“want it. want it all the way inside me,” you reply back, voice shaking with excitement. you’re going to cum soon from him simply grinding against your clothed cunt. your poor clit is continuously being circled and bumped against by his tip and it’s driving you crazy.

toji swallows thickly. “don’t ya tempt me like that,” he warns you in a dark tone. he runs a rough finger over your wet panties, keeping your legs spread wide with his knees. he easily finds your little hole as the cotton material sticks to your pussy, showing the outlines of your lips.

“might just push in here. .” toji murmurs as he positions the leaking head of his dick against your covered entrance, “. . and fill you up while hearing you scream my name. sounds good, ay?”

you gasp and feel your cunt clench around nothing. his hips move back and forth, shallow thrusts against the barrier that is your panties, mimicking the real thing. “y-yeah—oh, ‘m g’nna cum,” your heart rate picks up as your back arches off the mattress.

toji raises an eyebrow, secretly finding it endearing how that is the action that pushes you over the edge. you’re so adorable; simply thinking of him actually fucking you senseless and the feeling of his tip seeking your pussy is enough.

“aww, she’s gonna cum,” the dark-haired man snickers after mocking you. toji gauges your reactions and grins when he sees your head rolling back against the pillow.

“do y’ wanna cum together? we can,” he smirks as he leans down to intertwine your hands—playing the role of the gentle boyfriend who’s having sex with his girlfriend for the first time. he’s trying to give you the full experience while not actually giving it to you yet.

“y-yes, wanna cum together,” you nod mindlessly, your mouth feeling dry. you squeeze your eyes shut while also holding tightly onto toji’s hand. your pussy tightens up around air while your hips buck up to meet toji’s thrusts against your covered, wet hole.

“c-close—ngh, toji!” your eyes widen once his tip pressing snugly between your pussy lips. for a second it felt like his cock had successfully breached through your panties. that short-lived moment is enough to push you over the edge and cum on spot.

toji witnesses the bliss in your facial expression and he groans. “fuckkk—take it. g’nna cum all over ya princess,” he presses his hips firmly against yours, his full length resting right between your wet folds, ropes of cum spurting out of his aching tip.

you feel the sticky liquid stain your belly, running down to the waistband of your panties and even staining the front part. your choked up moans are music to your boyfriend’s ears while he calms down from his own orgasm.

his big biceps tremble as he holds himself up above you, grinning from ear to ear. “keheh, made a mess out of you,” toji’s voice is filled with pride. he lets you cling onto him for as long as you need to.

his eyes dart down to the sticky mess on your tummy and panties. the older man leans back on his knees to admire the view. he really couldn’t wait to actually slide inside of your tight cunt—but this will suffice for now. the sight of his cute girlfriend trembling and whimpering beneath him makes up for everything.

his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties. “can i look, doll?” toji asks in a gruff voice, desparate to see your glistening cunt. you weakly nod and he doesn’t waste any more time.

the sight greeting him when he pulls your underwear down is nearly enough to make him cum again. your juices are everywhere, multiple strings of wetness connecting your pussy to your panties. they snap one after the other as your panties are slowly removed.

“oh, y’re such a messy girl,” toji sighs, leaning down to kiss your tummy, licking up some of his own cum. you shiver and your hands dart out to hold onto his black hair. he chuckles at the gesture, humming in acknowledgement.

his eyes darken when he catches a glimpse of your sopping pussy again. he’s so close to it — so extremely close. his gaze darts over to a drop of his cum that threatens to slide down and over your clit. the heat and smell of your cunt is driving that man to the brink of insanity.

toji lolls his tongue out, eyes glistening with desire while he pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, big hands holding onto your hips. drool gathers in the corners of his mouth as his face hovers right between your legs;

“mind if i have a taste of you, princess? jus’ a quick one, i promise.”

[spencerreidenjoyer]

addicted to you | spencer reid x reader

Spencer isn’t inclined to be affectionate with you. He’s a socially awkward germaphobe, and you’re perfectly fine with it. However, being three months into your relationship, you can’t help but want more. Once Spencer gets a taste, he wants more too. A lot more.

part 1 | part 2 - insatiable

wc: 6.1k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: established relationship, first times, virgin!spencer, early seasons spencer, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering praise kink, morning wood, morning sex, sex in unconventional places (like, not in public but not the bed lol), cunnilingus, creampie, implied multiple orgasms

a/n: no excuse for this insane fic but i was strangely inspired by a post i saw on twitter that i wanted to put a lighthearted (and horny) spin on. i definitely felt crazy writing this and i feel crazy posting this now so i sure hope you enjoy this insanity! (p.s you can also find this fic on ao3!)

You don’t mind that Spencer isn’t touchy. You understand, with Spencer being a germaphobe and a little socially awkward, that he isn’t inclined to kisses on the cheek or holding your hand. You’ve only been dating for three months, and he’s already getting better at doing these things, which makes your heart sing. 

Spencer is sweet, willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy. He used to shy away from your touch, but he’s gotten more comfortable with you. He lets you hold his hand when you’re out on a date, or he’ll kiss you chastely out in public. He lets you drape yourself over him when you’re sitting on the couch together watching a show, his arm around your waist to pull you in close. 

While you can understand Spencer’s hesitance towards public displays of affection, due to his awkwardness and anxieties about germs, you’re surprised he hasn’t initiated anything more in the privacy of his apartment (or yours). You’re starting to itch for it, something more, your attraction to Spencer Reid simply too overwhelming for it to simply be sweet and innocent anymore. Your body craves him desperately, because he’s so lovely and so fucking handsome. You’ve caught yourself staring at his hands more than once.

Tonight, you decide you’ll get what you want. You’re going to fuck Spencer Reid.

With your head buried in his shoulder during movie night, your hand runs down his body, getting dangerously close to his crotch – he jumps up off the couch, almost comedic, and stares at you like your touch had burned him. He looks positively freaked out. 

“Spencer,” you say, very confused that he’s not into this. What kind of man doesn’t like his girlfriend initiating sex? Hell, what kind of man doesn’t like sex? 

“I just–” Spencer pauses, like he’s struggling to find the words. “I can’t. Not right now, I–”

“Hey, it’s okay.” You assure him. “We don’t have to. Ever, if that’s what you want.”

His eyes widen again. “No! I want to, just– It’s difficult, right now.”

You cock your head slightly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Spencer frowns slightly, seeming to know that talking about it is the most rational thing to do, but it’s not like that makes him want to do it. “Well, I– I’ve never done it before.”

Your mouth falls open, just a little, and you look up at him. While you don’t mean to judge, it certainly isn’t surprising. Spencer was fourteen when he was starting university, and his general awkward demeanour and extreme nerdiness would likely rule out any sexual encounters for him during his time in college. Spencer’s line of work would clearly make it difficult for him to maintain a relationship – you definitely lucked out with getting to date him – and he’s too much of a softie for one night stands. So, Spencer Reid being a virgin at twenty-seven definitely checks out.

“That’s okay,” you say softly. “It’s totally normal.”

Spencer’s lips press into a thin line. “Well, you know it took me a while to get used to being affectionate with you, so I think–”

“Being intimate with someone else is going to be a hurdle you’ll need time to cross, too?” 

Spencer looks up at you, eyes wet, looking at you like you’ve read him like an open book. He whispers, “Yeah.”

“That’s okay,” you repeat, even though you’re trying to come to terms with the fact that you’re not going to fuck Spencer Reid tonight. “I’ll– We’ll take it slow, if you want to try.”

“Yes, please.” He has a small smile on his lips as he looks up at you. “I– We could try doing something tonight, too. I just– I wasn’t expecting it earlier. I’m sorry for pushing you off like that.”

You shake your head, reassuring him that you aren’t offended by it by any means. Then, you ask, “You’re sure you want to try? Tonight?”

Spencer nods, as he reaches for your hand. He holds it gently, resting it on his thigh. “Yeah. I haven’t– It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone, but I want to, with you.”

You lean in to kiss his cheek gently. “I’m glad you trust me.”

His eyes are soft and syrupy when he meets your gaze. “Of course I trust you.”

You squeeze Spencer’s thigh before pressing your lips to his, the familiarity of kissing Spencer making you both ease up a little more. Your kiss is gentle, sweet, just like every other kiss you've shared, but you let your hand slide up his thigh as you kiss him, and you can feel Spencer tensing up under your touch. You squeeze his thigh to reassure him, and you feel Spencer wriggle underneath where you're leaning your body weight on him to loosen up. 

Your hand skirts over his crotch, a hardness under your palm that makes you feel somewhat proud of yourself. Spencer’s breathing is heavy as he keeps kissing you, and keeps letting you touch him. You think he’s so cute. You just want to make him feel good. 

You push the waistband of his sweats down, tugging him out of his pants. His cock is the same shade of red as his cheeks, his shyness turning you on extremely. 

He doesn’t look down at himself, where you’re holding him – instead, his eyes are intently focused on your face. You don’t push him about it, instead leaning forward to kiss him as you start to stroke his cock. 

This time, it feels desperate. Spencer kisses you with more fervour, like a fire’s been lit within him, the pleasure running through his veins almost like liquid courage as he kisses you deeply. You’re more than happy to be doing this, letting Spencer lick into your mouth while you jerk him off. You appreciate the weight of him in your hand, imagining him inside of you – but perhaps you’re getting ahead of yourself. 

“You can touch me, Spence,” you say, in between Spencer kissing you fervently. His hands have been cupping your face, but otherwise he seems awkward with them. You pull back slightly, and while it’s adorable that he’s still holding your face sweetly, you drag his hands down to your chest, in the oversized t-shirt you’d stolen from Spencer’s drawer. “Like this.”

Spencer’s large hands cup your breasts through the shirt perfectly. He squeezes tentatively. You bite your lip as his palms brush over your nipples, as he manhandles you just a little. It’s more force than you’re used to from Spencer, kneading and squeezing and feeling you, and that makes your head spin. 

Daringly, Spencer’s hands slip under your shirt, as he leans back in to kiss you. You feel his calloused hands on your skin as he feels you up, making you shudder. His touch isn’t demanding nor pushy, simply exploratory as he feels your soft skin under his fingertips. 

Your arousal is pumping through your system, Spencer’s gentle submissiveness like a drug you can’t kick. The more you touch him, the more he reacts; touching you more, whimpering and gasping against your lips, into your neck.

“Come on, baby,” you coo in his ear, your hand speeding up on Spencer’s hardness. He’s leaking pathetically, wet in your palm, and he squirms underneath you. 

“I’m– It’s too–” Spencer cuts himself off with a helpless whine, like he can’t control himself. His hands grip your waist tight. “Please–”

“Mm,” you hum sympathetically, while you thoroughly enjoy seeing Spencer like this. “Wanna cum like this, baby?”

Spencer’s breathing hard. He can’t get the words out, but he shakes his head. You slow your strokes, to an excruciating pressure on his length. “No? Then tell me, Spence.”

“Inside you,” He gasps, eyes squeezed shut. 

You absolutely should not let Spencer fuck you for the first time on his couch, but he’s desperate and your resolve is steadily crumbling. “You– You’re sure?”

“Please,” Spencer gasps, his eyes pleading with you helplessly.

So, you pull your hand back and push your shorts off instead. Your panties come off in one fell swoop, and you sit back onto the couch with your legs spread. Spencer’s eyes are wide and his lips are parted as he looks at you, takes the sight of you in. 

Then he’s like a baby deer, standing up and fumbling to get his sweatpants off. You can’t help but giggle at his awkward movements, in his excitement and eagerness to get to touch you, to get to fuck you. He’s quick to get between your legs, his hardness nudging at your entrance already. 

“Mm, not yet, Spence,” you hum. You reach for his hand, taking his wrist as you guide his fingers to your clit. “You know what to do, right?”

He turns his wrist so his fingers – God, his fingers – are poised almost elegantly above your clit. He presses down and starts to circle his fingers against you. You gasp.

“Thought you didn’t– oh– Didn’t have much experience,” you gasp. You hold onto Spencer’s forearm tight, throwing your head back as Spencer pleasures you.

Spencer huffs out a laugh. “I might not be experienced, but I’m not a prude– I remember the… stuff I’ve seen. Eidetic memory and all.”

“Stuff,” you laugh. “I’m sure the porn you’ve watched must’ve helped, darling.”

He slips his fingers into your wetness with an unsurprising ease, considering how turned on you are by him. He hits spots inside you you’ve never thought were possible to reach, but they make electricity zip up your spine. You moan as he crooks his fingers into you, rocking them in and out with a wet squelch.

Spencer grins at you. “You were saying?”

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?” you huff, your tone teetering between awfully turned on and mildly annoyed. 

“You like it,” Spencer says, assured of himself, and you smile, because you really do.

“My love,” you moan, as Spencer presses his fingers into you, back out. “You should try fucking me now.”

Spencer’s fingers are still inside of you, and his eyes are wide as he looks up at you. “You think so?”

You smile at him. “If you think you’re up for it.”

You mourn the loss of Spencer’s fingers, but as he’s mumbling to himself and lining his cock up with your entrance, you can only coo at how adorable you find all of this. And how turned on you are, but that’s more than obvious to the both of you by now. 

He looks to you, like he’s looking for reassurance. You nod. Even in the silence, he’s gotten the confidence to push his cock into you, the thickness of his tip breaching your hole. You gasp as you stretch around him, your cunt making space for him as he slides in, excruciatingly slow. “Spencer–”

Spencer lets out a whine as your tight heat engulfs him, his length swallowed up by you as he sinks deeper into you. “Oh, my God–”

“Just like that, baby,” you moan, your leg hooking around Spencer’s leg to coax him forward, closer to you. “Fuck.”

“Do I– When should I–” Spencer gasps, unable to form a coherent sentence with the pleasure swimming through his bloodstream. 

“You can start moving when you don’t feel like you’re going to blow your load if you breathe the wrong way,” you joke, but Spencer does seriously look like he’s going to finish any second. “Hey. Deep breaths, baby.”

Spencer’s brows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut as he breathes in hard, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He’d told you to do that when he’d helped you through a panic attack one time, and while you feel bad that he feels so nervous about all this, it’s extremely amusing to you right now. 

“Look at me,” you say, trying your best not to laugh. “You’re doing great, love.”

Spencer pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes looking to you for validation. 

“So good for me, darling,” you coo, your hand on his hip, while your thumb draws little circles into his skin. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Spencer shudders, voice high-pitched and a little breathy. “I– You feel really good.”

“Yeah? It’ll feel even better when you start moving, sweetheart,” you hum. “You think you can do that for me? Slow, out then back in.”

Spencer whimpers, nodding, and he takes another deep breath in. His hands on your waist, he pulls out halfway before pressing back into you, and he moans so loudly your ears ring. “So– So tight, you–”

“That’s good, yeah? Feels good?” you coo. “Come on, baby. More.”

Spencer rests one of his arms on the back of the couch, holding himself steady and getting him that much closer to you. He starts to thrust in and out, starting off slow as he finds a rhythm. 

His thrusts are erratic, but you’re so wildly turned on and it still feels amazing, because it’s Spencer. 

Spencer is frantic, desperate, bracing himself against the couch as he fucks into you. Maybe pounding into you is a better phrase to use, because he’s fucking you like a madman, till the couch is squeaking under both your weight. You cry out, feeling Spencer drilling into you – and it feels so good.

“Oh, God,” Spencer whines. “You– It’s so good, oh–”

“Yeah, baby?” You rock your hips along with him, burying Spencer deeper into you. You clench so each thrust is a little tighter, and each time Spencer fucks into you, he moans a little louder. 

Amidst Spencer’s whines and pretty noises, you watch his face morph with pleasure, feeling assured that he’s enjoying this as much as you are. In fact, he’s probably enjoying this more. As you’re lost in your train of thought, admiring Spencer’s gorgeous face, you’re startled when you feel Spencer’s load inside of you, hot and slick. His hips flush against your ass, Spencer shudders as he rides out his orgasm, body trembling from the force of his pleasure.

“Oh, Spence,” you giggle, a little dizzy from how turned on you are, from watching Spencer lose himself just like that. You reach up to cup his face, your thumb gentle on his cheek. “Was that good?”

“Oh,” Spencer mumbles, seemingly brought back to reality. He pulls back, taking the sight of you in. “I’m– I’m good, I’m sorry–”

“Don’t be,” you say. “You’re so cute. It’s so hot.”

“I mean, you are too, but– But you haven’t–”

“You wanna make it up to me, then?” You smile, gentle and warm and Spencer nods like he’s eager to please you. 

You kiss him while he pulls out, replacing the thickness of his cock with two fingers, which fit into you easily. Like before, Spencer presses his fingers into you, slick and wet and squelchy. Spencer curls them and fingerfucks you like a pro, like he’s done this a hundred times. With his face pressed into your shoulder and your arms slung around his neck, Spencer fucks you on his fingers until your toes are curling and you’re screaming his name. You cry out as you orgasm, shaking as Spencer fucks you through it. 

You’re almost embarrassed when you finally come back to your senses, no longer reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. Spencer is kissing your jawline sweetly, his clean hand stroking your hair.

“Hey,” Spencer says softly, somehow knowing you needed to hear him. He parrots you from earlier, “Was– Was that good?”

“So good, my love,” you murmur into his shoulder. Then, after a quiet moment, “I thought you needed some time to get comfortable with being intimate.” 

Spencer pauses for a moment, like he’s pondering it, before he says, “I know. But for you, I think I’d do anything.”

That’s all Spencer manages to get out before you kiss him again. It’s tender and sweet, the intensity behind your kiss no longer lustful but full of adoration and love. You feel like you could sob right now, but you manage to hold it back.

Spencer gets into the shower with you, which you’re surprised by, but his hands are soft on your body as he cleans you up. You shampoo his hair for him, even though he has to lean forward a little so you can reach. 

You end up falling asleep in Spencer’s bed, curled up in his arms. 

You don’t dream at night, but when you wake up with a hardness poking against your thigh and Spencer’s gentle snoring in your ear, you think you might be. 

In your dreariness, you reach behind you, the angular sharpness of Spencer’s hip bone under your palm. He’s warm, cuddled up against you, and the tickling of his breath on your neck tells you that this isn’t a dream. 

“Spence,” you whisper, shaking him slightly. You watch as he blinks himself awake, drowsy as he comes to focus on your face. “Hey.”

“Good morning,” Spencer says, his voice rough with disuse. “What’s up?”

“You are,” you smile, a little too pleased, as your hand snakes down toward his crotch. 

He squeaks at the contact, your soft hand on his hardness, “Um, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” you laugh. “Had a good dream?”

He pulls his lower lip between his teeth. “About you, yeah.”

“Wanna tell me about it?” you goad, wiggling your eyebrows. 

Spencer’s cheeks somehow get even redder than they already were, but he shakes his head. “I want– I want to have sex, though.”

Your eyes widen. “Now?”

“Do you have the time for it?” He asks, sheepish. “I– I want to fuck you again.”

Your cheeks flush at Spencer’s sudden crudeness. You think about what Spencer could’ve possibly dreamt up, wonder how Spencer could possibly be confident enough to tell you straight up that he wants to fuck you. That phrase probably hadn’t been in Spencer’s lexicon until about twelve hours ago – while Spencer was smart – a literal genius – his innocence was completely understandable. 

“We have time,” you exhale, looking back into his eyes after looking at the clock. “I only have to be at the office in a couple of hours.”

“Good,” Spencer says, leaning in to kiss down your neck. His hands are frisky already, slipping underneath your shirt. Spencer splays his hands over your stomach, before reaching up to cup your breasts in his hands. 

“You like touching me like this, don’t you, baby?” you chuckle breathlessly, already feeling weak in the knees from the way Spencer holds you. “Mm, I’m surprised.”

“Why is that?” His words are slightly muffled against your skin, too busy kissing you to make himself sound coherent. His hands are rough against the softness of your skin, and you moan from the way he’s handling you.

“Yesterday you couldn’t even tell me you wanted to fuck,” you croon, thoroughly pleased. “And now you’re touching me like you know what you’re doing. It’s so hot.”

“I– I just can’t get enough of you,” Spencer admits, his earnest words turning you on extremely.

“Now you’re just horny,” you laugh, feeling Spencer’s hand slide over your underwear.

“Mm, you’re so wet right now too,” Spencer murmurs in your ear, his warm breath and raspy voice sending a shiver down your spine. Where’d he learn to talk like that? You squeeze your thighs together, but that doesn’t stop Spencer from feeling the wetness between your legs, soaking through your panties. 

“All for you, baby,” you gasp, as Spencer’s fingers slip past the band of your underwear, deftly stroking your clit. “Spencer–”

“Can I fuck you? Please?” He pleads, breathy, his hips already rutting forward against your ass. 

His eagerness makes your head spin, his sudden confidence in the realm of sex surprising – maybe it’s cockiness, but you still find that stupidly attractive – but it is certainly welcomed. 

“Yes, Spence, please,” you shudder, the word yes leaving your lips enough for Spencer to pull your underwear down, over the swell of your ass. He fumbles with his own boxers for a moment, but soon you feel his hard, leaking tip pressed to your butt. He rocks his hips back and forth, desperately seeking whatever friction he can get. 

Lost in his own pleasure, Spencer is quick to slide his cock between your legs, the wetness from your cunt making it easy for him to rut into the tight, slick space. Like this, his length rubs up against you, the head of his cock nudging at your clit with every thrust of his hips. It feels primal, Spencer so far gone that he isn’t even fucking you proper, content with the slick, tight space between your thighs and your pussy. You wonder if you need to tell him, but Spencer’s groan in your ear is shaky as his tip catches on your hole.

His arms wrapped around you, both of you moan as Spencer finally sinks his cock into you. He slides in too easily, so easily you almost think he’d hadn’t meant to do it. Maybe he hadn’t, but you’d gotten there in the end, where you both need to be; Spencer buried inside of you.

It’s so different from yesterday, the angle when he presses into you from behind so exhilarating, so good. He’s just as desperate as last night, but there’s a sort of reckless confidence in his movements. His hands slide under your shirt to grab at your tits again, rocking his hips while he practically gropes you. It’s so hot your head spins. You feel like you’re going to explode.

“Spencer!” You cry out, your voice ripping its way out of your throat. Pleasure surges through you like electricity, Spencer’s thick cock hitting all the right spots from this angle. His eager desperation turns you on to no end, as you let him take you from behind. While you weren’t expecting lazy, morning sex at all, the intensity and desperation he fucks you with right now makes you think you could get used to this.

Spencer’s whine has your head spinning. His hips don’t slow, more rhythmic than yesterday but still as needy. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” You coo breathlessly. You’re so fucking turned on, and every time Spencer drives his hips into you you can hear how wet you really are. “You’re doing so good for me, Spence, fucking me so good.”

“You like it? Is it good?” Spencer gasps, always so eager to please you.

“So good,” you moan. You’re still sore from last night, but the pleasure Spencer is giving you right now overrides all of that. You would love for him to wake you up like this every day. “I’m close, baby.”

“Oh,” Spencer says, like he’s surprised you’re already getting off on this, on him– “What do you need me to do?”

“Just keep going, Spence,” you gasp. “Keep fucking me just like this.”

Spencer’s hum is breathy, high-pitched. Somehow, his grip on you gets tighter, holding you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. The force he fucks you with is so wildly arousing. You’re so enamoured, and so turned on.

Your orgasm creeps up on you, slow and steady as it bubbles up inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the dirty, rough way Spencer fucks you, and then you feel his soft lips on your neck again. He isn’t properly kissing you – more like slobbering all over your neck, but you cry out as he does so, thighs pressing together as you reach your orgasm. You’re shaking through it, clenching around Spencer as you come, and Spencer’s gasping as your tight pussy pushes Spencer over the edge too. You feel his come inside of you, cock twitching as his load spurts hot and heavy into your cunt. You sob, feeling Spencer slow his thrusts as he rides out his orgasm.

“Holy shit,” you say, your voice coming out ragged and hoarse. You feel like a different woman, being fucked ruthlessly by your boyfriend in his bed for the first time. You can’t get enough. 

“I love you,” Spencer says quietly, earnest. It makes you shudder. 

“You’re crazy,” you laugh, taken aback at how Spencer’s returned to his gentle, soft self. “I love you too, you madman.”

“I can’t resist you,” he murmurs in your ear, the vibrations of his raspy morning voice almost soothing.

You turn around to face him, Spencer still holding you in his arms. He smiles warmly at you, and you lean in to kiss him. “You’re so cute.”

“Wanna go again?” he asks, somewhat timid. 

Your eyes widen. You try to hide your grin, but it doesn’t work. “Someone’s desperate, huh?”

Spencer flushes a gorgeous red. “Maybe a little?”

“I have to get ready for work,” you sigh, actually a little bummed that you can't spend all day fucking Spencer. “Maybe tonight?”

“Okay,” Spencer smiles. “Want me to drive you back to yours?”

You grin. “You’re the best!”

Work is relatively uneventful, numbers and Excel spreadsheets; and all you can think about is Spencer’s rapid change in demeanour over the last twelve hours, his innocence torn away by you, leaving behind a horny, insatiable man. You’re kind of proud of yourself for that. 

So, you can’t blame yourself for being excited to get back to Spencer’s. Lately, you’ve been staying over more, your apartment simply a place to house your wardrobe. Maybe you’ll talk to Spencer about living together.

“Hey, Spence,” you say, pleased when Spencer kisses you as he greets you at the door. 

Even with all the probable germs on you from being out all day, Spencer’s surprisingly clingy, hands on your waist as he stumbles in behind you, as you set the takeout you’d brought over on his dining table. Spencer leans in behind you, kissing your cheek then down your neck.

“Hey, what’s with you, baby?” you chuckle, very much enjoying the way Spencer’s hands slide down your waist to your hips, grabbing the meat of your thighs through your dress pants.

“Missed you,” Spencer answers simply, but even you can tell there’s something in his voice that implies he’s looking for something more. 

“I’m sorry I had to leave you alone the whole day, my love. I’m sure you must’ve found something to busy yourself with, though?” You hum, teasing. You have a good idea of where this is going.

Spencer’s quiet for a moment, so you turn to look at him. His lips are pressed into a thin line, looking almost nervous, and his cheeks are flushed red. Spencer finally presses his body close to yours, and you feel it–

“Spence,” you grin, “Someone’s happy to see me.”

“Thought about it– Thought about you all day,” Spencer mumbles. “You promised.”

“What did I promise, baby?” you egg him on, eager to hear him say it, even though you definitely know what he’s going to ask. 

“That we would do it again tonight,” he answers, but you shoot him a look. “You said we would have sex again tonight.”

“Twice in one day? I don’t know, baby,” you pretend to sound disinterested.

Spencer looks at you with wide eyes. Respectful as ever, he clears his throat. “Please? If you’re tired we don’t have to, but I really want to. Only if you want to, though. This involves both of us, I don’t want to impose–”

You giggle, reaching to hold his hands. “God, you’re perfect.”

“What–?” Spencer barely gets the word out before you’re kissing him. He’s happy to do so, holding your face gently, matching your energy perfectly. You feel his cock pressing against you. 

“I turned you into a sex fiend,” you laugh, between kissing him, “And you’re still thinking about making sure I’m into it too.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer’s brows furrow slightly, like he can’t comprehend how he could be into it if you weren’t too. “And I- I’m not a sex fiend, I just–”

Smiling, you whisper sultrily, “I think you should take me right here, baby.”

“Oh–” You cut Spencer off with another kiss, and he squeaks as you reach for his half-hard cock through his sweatpants. You’re positively delighted that Spencer’s like this, for you.

Spencer kisses you deeply, leaning forward until the small of your back hits the edge of the table. His hands coming up to your ass, he lifts you up, getting you to lay back on the table. You gasp, as Spencer kisses down the column of your neck, his hands making quick work of the buttons of your dress shirt. His lips are soft against your skin, at the swell of your breasts. Your shirt gets pushed off your shoulders. You feel him unhook your bra with a surprising ease, tossed aside, and then his hands are grabbing your tits like they were made for him. His thumbs brush over your nipples, a little forceful as he kneads at you, and your head is spinning. 

“Spencer,” you moan, as he kisses down your stomach, unbuttoning your pants to reveal your soaked-through underwear. He smiles up at you, his messy mop of hair a lovely sight. 

“Can I…?” Spencer’s big brown eyes dart down to where you’re soaked, then back up at you.

Your eyes widen. “Yes. If you want to.”

Spencer grins. “Of course I want to.”

His fingers are gentle on your hips as he pulls your panties off, wasting no time in spreading your legs so he can get between them. Your eyes are wide as you watch him, feeling kind of self-conscious over how eager he is to be doing this. Knelt between your thighs, he lifts one of your legs and swings them over his shoulder. You can feel his stubble on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his nose nudging against your clit. His tongue comes up, wet and hot, as he tastes you for the first time. “Spencer–”

He presses his face impossibly closer, more urgent in eating you out. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, his jaw flexing as his tongue works on you, and you’re trembling already. Spencer’s extremely good with his mouth, and you’re surprised at how good he’s making you feel, considering he likely hasn’t done this before. The sounds of his mouth are wet and squelchy and so obscene, and you would feel almost embarrassed, were it not for how into this Spencer seems to be too, 

With your hands in his hair, you cry out when Spencer’s tongue circles your swollen clit, jolts of pleasure sent through your body. You can’t think straight when Spencer’s face is buried between your legs, eating you out like he was made for this. All you can think about is how gifted Spencer is with his tongue, and how you wish you could do this all night. 

“Please, love,” you moan, “Need you to fuck me.”

Spencer hums in approval, the vibrations between your legs making you jump. He makes a little wet slurping noise before he comes back up, and you feel your cunt throb when he looks up at you with his lovely, wide brown eyes, and his chin wet and messy with your slick. Spencer wipes his face with the back of his hand, and you’re so turned on you might just explode.

“I love you,” you tell him earnestly. “I think this is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. I love you.”

“What is? Having sex on my dinner table?” Spencer quips, as he sets your legs down and stands back up. He has a cocky grin plastered on his face. 

You roll your eyes playfully. “First time for everything, right?”

Spencer nods, smiling, before he leans forward to kiss you sweetly. You watch as he pulls his sweatpants down, his cock bobbing up, red and angry and rock hard. You feel yourself salivating at the sight, but decide that he needs to fuck you right now.

“Spencer,” you mewl, feeling breathless as you watch him wrap a hand around himself, stroking his length. Concentration is written all over his face and it makes you want to kiss him. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” Spencer says, pressing his cock forward until he’s lined up with your entrance. It’s so tantalising, the way the blunt head of his cock threatens to slip into you. You’re so wet and so loose for him, and you need him inside of you now.

You gasp when he finally pushes in, his thick cock splitting you in half as he slides into you. The pressure is so perfect, the slow draw of his hips as he takes care not to rush, wanting to take care of you. Even with all this still being new for Spencer, he still focuses on you, puts you first. You’re not sure if you’re swooning over him, or the way his cock fits inside you perfectly.

You don’t need to encourage him to start moving. He rocks his hips slowly, somehow already familiar with your body, and makes you feel like you could explode with pleasure. 

He leans forward, pressing his body to yours as he kisses you. Like this, Spencer presses into you deeper, fucks you slow and deep and loving. The edge of the table is absolutely digging into your back, but you don’t care when every sense of yours is filled with Spencer, getting to taste and touch and hear him. You taste yourself on his tongue, hear the sloppy way he thrusts into you, your skin burning wherever he’s pressed up against you. 

Burying his face in your neck, Spencer pants in your ear, hot and heavy as he fucks you, giving you everything you need. Your head is swimming with arousal, as Spencer presses you against the table and fucks you like his life depends on it. “You feel so good, fuck, so good–”

“I’m so close, baby,” you cry out, the pace absolutely ruthless as Spencer fucks you. You didn’t think his stamina would be this good, considering your boyfriend’s lanky stature and abhorrence towards exercise. You certainly wouldn’t mind doing this kind of cardio with him more often. “Please, Spence–”

“Let go, I– I’m here for you,” Spencer stumbles over his words, but he’s so sweet that you’re losing yourself, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. You scream as you reach your peak, your toes curling while Spencer fucks you through it, shaking as pleasure and arousal zips through your body. Spencer’s hips stutter as the tightness of your pussy has him reeling, too close too quickly. 

While his hips keep a steady pace, you’re feeling loopy as Spencer continues to fuck you. You hold his head close to you, kissing his forehead as you murmur, “You’re so hot, Spence. Made me come so quickly, and you held out for me? So good for me, baby. Are you close?”

Spencer whines, a pitiful noise in the back of his throat. “Please, I’m so close, need you–”

“I’m right here, baby,” you coo, stroking his sweat-matted hair sweetly. You’re so enamoured with him. “Gonna cum inside me, Spence? Fill me up with your–”

You don’t even get to finish your dirty talk before Spencer is moaning, coming inside of you. It feels like he’s released so much inside of you, hot and messy as he fucks you through his own high. His chest heaves as he pants, trembling as he reels from the intensity of his orgasm. Spencer’s hips slow to a stop, and he mouths at your neck mindlessly until he seems to get his bearings back. You imagine you must look a mess, sweat and spit all over you, your makeup from a long day of work likely running by now. 

Spencer gets up off of you, so both of you have space to catch your breaths. You feel Spencer slip out of you with a slick ‘pop’, and feel his release trickle out of you just moments after. You stifle a quiet moan, but when you look up at Spencer, his eyes couldn’t possibly leave the sight between your legs. His lips are parted slightly, pupils blown wide, as he watches you drip with his release. You feel Spencer’s cock, resting against your inner thigh, twitch slightly. 

“Woah there, cowboy,” you chuckle, out of breath. “Give me a minute to recover.”

His eyes practically twinkle when they dart up to look at you. He’s like an excited puppy as he asks, “Again?”

You shake your head, laughing, and sit up to kiss Spencer again. “Maybe we could try something new?”

Spencer grins, nodding eagerly. It definitely seems like he’s down for whatever, as long as it’s with you.