#it's my first time but I'll gladly make any changes you'd prefer

[fluffonthebunniestail]

One or maybe two ways out

Fandom: BNHA

Characters/pairings: Kiribaku

The fic is for the lovely @thatsoneticklishshark sorry if this isn't what you wanted, don't be afraid to message me about it. I wouldn't mind writing a more specific one for you! This is my first time in participating Squealing Santa so apologies in advance if there's anything off. Big thanks to @ticklygiggles for hosting this!

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"BWAHAH-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SHITTY HAIR!"

Kirishima calmed down, removing the tear from his eye, "sorry man, it's just... how the hell do you of all people get stuck in a wall?" He snickered.

Fuck Cementoss, absolutely fuck him. Bakugou was seathing trying to wriggle his way out as if it'd help him.

"I swear once I get out of this shit-ass shit I'm gonna fucking-" he mumbled, cutting himself off to try and move harsher.

"Dude, careful! You're gonna start ripping skin at this point."

"Well you do have any other brilliant fucking ideas?!" Bakugou snapped. Kirishima just frowned.

This is what he gets, looking like an absolute fool training with the teacher and friend (just this once dammit). Trying to practice for the physical? Nope, fuck him apparently.

"Here, let me just," Kirishima started; hardening his fists and arms, bringing is fist away ready to hit. As he started to hit the side of the wall, watching it crumble, to both of their horror: the wall just reappeared.

"The bastard's just fucking with us at this point." The explosive boy glowered looking at said bastard crossing his arms, looking relaxed. Kirishima could swear the teacher was grinning.

Bakugou hid a wince.

It wasn't a very comfortable, it was starting to dig in his hips leaving his whole upper body at a constant fall on all fours or try and keep his upper body up.

He tried keeping that position so he'd look at least a little less than a fool. But nope, this day just wanted to be a constant thorn on his side, growing and growing. He slipped, his hands now on the floor and proving very difficult to get back up.

"Fuck!"

"It's okay, man. Just have to... figured something out I guess." Kirishima placed a finger on his chin. "Oh! What if I sneak up to him, his eyes will probably be set on you most of the time."

"As if that'd fucking work," Bakugou grunted feeling the blood rush to his head. "If you suddenly go missing, he's gonna be on guard. I can't exactly move anywhere so he doesn't have much to look at."

"Damn..." Kirishima huffed. "Maybe we could just wait it out?"

"Wait it out?" Bakugou repeated scoffing.

"I dunno man, you got any other bright ideas?"

"Fuck off!" He grunted sound more out of breath.

"You okay..?"

"Fucking fine, this isn't very comfy you know!"

"Alright, maybe uh. Here," Kirishima said putting his hands around Bakugou's waist.

"Wha- what the hell are you doing?!" Bakugou yelped. He felt his face heat up, but at this point he wasn't sure if it was from the intimate touch or from his head collecting all the blood.

"I'm just trying to help a bro out! I'll keep you up and maybe you can blast yourself out." Kirishima grinned.

"Fuck, just hold ON-" Bakugou yelped trying to move from the redhead's grasp.

"Jesus! Hold still-"

"Fuck ohoff!!"

Kirishima held still finally letting go of Bakugou. "What was that?" He asked grinning.

"Nothing!" Bakugou responded hurriedly. He then felt a swift poke to his side causing him to choke. "Oi! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"No way..." Kirishima huffed with a wide nearly splitting smile. "You're tickl-"

"NO I AM NOT!"

"Aw, no need to be bashful bro, plenty people are!"

"How the undying fuck is this gonna help us? In case you fucking forgot." He hissed.

"Yup, priorities." Kirishima chuckled then going at Bakugou's sides causing a loud yelp. He couldn't properly bat away Kirishima's hands or else he'd smash his head on the ground. So, he went for weakly throwing his left hand where the redhead was standing.

"I swear once I'm outta this, I'll fucking kill you." He growled trying to burn a hole at Kirishima despite his bangs being in the way.

"Fine by me." He replied a bit too happily for Bakugou's taste, tasering said boy's sides up to the hip and down to the ribs (at Kirishima's angle). Bakugou sputtered curses followed by giggles and a strange wiggle, arms shaking from being planted on the ground but trying to move to cover the attacked sides.

"Dude! You should totally laugh more, it's so cute!"

"It's not cuhAHA-" He cut himself off as Kirishima started to target his underarms. That caused him to squeal, releasing full out belly-laughter. "FUCKING QUIHIT!"

"Woah careful." Kirishima said, pulling Bakugou up still hands squeezing his underarms as he favored trying to protect his underarms than steadying himself on the floor.

"OHMYGAHAH-" Bakugou coughed trying desperately to wriggle out of the cruel hold; kicking his legs out from the other side of the wall, as if it'd help ease the torturous feeling.

"Bad spot, huh?" Kirishima noted (bastard still grinning). He went for the other's stomach just as said other planted him arms to the ground, beginning a new cycle of laughter.

"You're, like crazy ticklish. How was I not aware of this sooner?" Kirishima commented, spidering at Bakugou's stomach until he snorted. "That was adorable."

"SHUT UHUHP!" He yelped, trying to blast Kirishima away with one hand. What he really accomplished instead was holding on to one of his hands for dear life, sparks flying instead of what he wanted. He wish he could just quit with the embarrassing laughter but it just kept flowing. It got more embarrassing as Kirishima started to dig in his stomach softly with the pads of his fingers. "FUCKPLEAHAHA!"

"Did you really say 'please'? Wow I need to do this more often." He responded, more to himself taking advantage of the one hand holding a death grip on his own. He grasped that hand, using his other to wiggling its way into the armpit. The reaction was instant.

"JESUSFUCK-" He screamed, laughter hitting another octave and intensity. His arm that was planted to the ground was shaking horribly, but all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and laugh.

"I assume you both have given up?" Asked a husked voice behind them both. Bakugou felt his face burn ten more shades red than it already was. Kirishima thankfully stopped but he was still giggling like a little child.

"Yeah, I guess so." Kirishima beamed.

'I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fucking kill him." Bakugou thought hysterically.

Cementoss just chuckled, releasing Bakugou from the cement hold. Said boy didn't have much to prepare himself for the fall as gracefully as he hoped. His right arm was twitching from the constant heavy weight held on it.

"Careful in the real world. I don't think villains will stop from tickling." The teacher said, then turning to walk off, telling them the next time to meet.

"Well, we're out!" Kirishima beamed. Bakugou just panted, glaring at him. "Oh come on, even Cementoss thought it was adorable!"

"You have five seconds to run." He responded darkly.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Kirishima rushed, dashing away with a very pissed pomeranian on his tail.

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I really hope you enjoy it and happy holidays 💝

[lipstickstainz]

true lies - s. r. (14/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: Leaving is the only option - right?

Warnings: angst, blood (but not much), break up, drug addiction (mentioned), alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: hello lovies. I'm back and my mind is full of ideas! I hope you like it! gif not mine.

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previous chapter

You watch the coffee in your cup as if it has all the answers for the future hidden in the caffeine. It's eight o'clock in the morning, and this is already your third cup of the sacred liquid, and you're sure it won't be your last. The shadows under your eyes are a sign of your nightmares that haunted you last night. The fact that you have them doesn't bother you, after all, you've been going through the procedure for months. What bothers you is the fact that you couldn't wake yourself up this time. You've gotten in the habit of pinching yourself when it would get too painful, but something stopped you last night. And the fact that you don't know what exactly bothers you the most.

"Y/N." Emily's voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you have to tear your gaze away from your coffee. "What do you think?"

All eyes are on you and out of nervousness you'd like to slide around in your chair, but suppress the urge. You haven't been listening for the last few minutes, too busy with your own thoughts and problems that you can't answer her. The case is supposed to be your last, and you're trying hard to enjoy it and value the time with your friends, but really you're just waiting for it all to be over. Most of all, you want to pack your things and leave.

You barely noticeably shake your head for Emily to continue, and turn your attention back to your coffee, which must be cold by now, but that doesn't stop you from drinking it down to the last drop. Without saying anything, you get up from your chair to get another one, paying no attention to Emily's annoyed look. As you fill your cup in the precinct kitchen, she stands right next to you.

"You're not being very helpful, Y/N," she says coolly as you take a sip. You know her manner is all pretense, because in reality she's incredibly concerned. She only needs to look at your face once to know what's going on in your head, but she doesn't address it. She knows you'll talk to her when the time is right. But you're not sure that will ever happen. "I've already assigned the tasks. You stay here and work with Spencer to gather all the important information that may be relevant to Penelope's research." The look on your face says it all. You don't want to spend any time with Spencer, and certainly not alone, but Emily gives you no choice. Before you can say anything back, she disappears out the door with the others.

With your coffee, which you now wish had a strong shot of vodka in it, you make your way back into the conference room, where Spencer is bent over the table, passing pictures and notes back and forth. You stop in the doorway and watch him for a brief moment, and only then do you notice the narrow, red scratch on his face that stretches from his cheek to his neck. You squint your eyes. It hadn't been there yesterday after all.

"What happened?“, you ask as casually as you can as you sit down and set your cup down on the table. As Spencer looks at you questioningly, you point to his face. "Looks bad." Indeed it does, though it's just a scratch. There's bloody crust in a few places, contrasting in color with his pale skin. Something really got to him.

"Cut myself shaving“, he replies curtly, glancing again at the pictures in front of him. You haven't seen him in two years, don't actually remember who he is exactly, but you still know when he's lying. And when to stop asking and let it go. When Penelope calls, you discuss some stuff and you see Spencer scratching over the wound until it bleeds, which he doesn't seem to notice, which is why you stall Penelope on the phone and grab his hand as soon as the line goes silent. Astonished, he looks at you before looking at his fingers.

"Come with me“, you say briefly and don't even wait for him to follow you. You approach an officer and ask for a first aid kit, which is immediately made available to you. Spencer follows you uncertainly into one of the washrooms, where you already put on the disposable gloves from the box - you don't want any bacteria to get on the wound - and wet a towel from the towel dispenser. Reluctantly, Spencer leans against one of the sinks, waiting for your instructions.

"Tilt your head to the side a little, please." You take the damp cloth and gently dab along the scratch to remove the dried blood. Spencer has to swallow at the touch and you see his Adam's apple bob, and really it shouldn't be that attractive, unfortunately it is anyway. You have to concentrate because this is the closest you've been to him in years. You breathe in his scent, feel his warmth through your gloves, and can barely stifle a deep breath.

"How do you know how to do that?“, he asks softly as you disinfect the wound, and Spencer has to pull himself together to keep from reacting to the burning from the alcohol.

You look at him briefly before turning your attention back to the scratch. „Experience“, you reply, spreading some wound healing ointment over it before taking off your gloves and disposing of everything in the trash can. You then put the first aid kit back together. As you turn around, Spencer is standing right in front of you.

"You didn't tell me you were having nightmares“, he whispers, and confused, you look at him. There's concern in his gaze, and if you're not mistaken, a little affection too, but you push the thought aside, not letting yourself have hope. Hope has only harmed you lately you have not moved forward a bit.

You look once more at the scratch, and then into his warm eyes. "You didn't cut yourself shaving“, you count one and one together and clench your jaws. He doesn't need to answer. You did this to him, you just don't remember. The reason you didn't wake up is Spencer. He was probably holding you, reassuring you so much that your body turned off its protective mechanism. It had certainly been the last time he did that, and you hadn't been awake to enjoy it.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?“, he asks, wanting to reach for your hand, but you take a step back. You don't want him to touch you. You'd prefer it if you weren't in this situation at all. You'd prefer that you hadn't come back at all. None of this should have ever happened.

"It's none of your business anymore, Spencer." Your tone is cool and something in his face changes.

"I thought we were friends."

You have to suppress a laugh. Two years ago, you could have lived well with being friends with him. You were prepared for it then, wished it on him, and meant it sincerely. Only lately you've been through so much that you can't even imagine it anymore. The two years had been hell, but you are sure that you can't live next to him without being able to be with him. You can't watch him and Max be happy together, and even though his happiness is everything you want, you'd rather he be happy with you. But you can't tell him that, it would be unfair and selfish. So you just look at him.

Then you reach for the small suitcase and push past him towards the exit.

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You're glad when the case is over and you arrive back at Quantico. It's been a week since you and Spencer spoke, and luckily for you, you've continued to be spared nightmares, for which you're quite grateful. Not that Spencer is going to join you in bed one more time to calm you down.

As you walk from the airfield back to the building, you fall back a bit, watching the team joke and laugh with each other despite their fatigue. Most of all, you'd like to leave right now without saying goodbye. Rip off the band-aid, without anesthesia. Short and painless. But your plan is foiled when Emily suddenly walks up beside you and puts a hand on your arm.

"We're going for a drink." She raises an eyebrow expectantly. Apparently she's waiting for you to decline the invitation, and all too gladly you'd like to meet her expectations, but it's almost certainly the last night you'll see each other, at least for an extended period of time, and short and painless wouldn't be fair to her - your best friend.

You smile at her. "You're paying for the first round."

Her eyes widen in delight, but before she can say anything back, Luke, who has overheard your conversation, interferes. "We're going out for drinks?" A grin spreads across his face, almost reaching his ears, and suddenly the rest of the team pricks up their ears. Luke's gaze is fixed on you. "I bet I can drink you under the table by now, Y/N."

„You can’t“, Matt replies, and you see Rossi smile to himself. "Last time you did that, you almost passed out after four shots."

"JJ got the drinks. Maybe she mixed something in“, Luke tries to defend himself, but the blonde raises her hands.

"I'm not responsible for your kindergarten drinking. But I'd love to see you try to drink Y/N under the table." She smiles at you and winks, and you can't help but grin. It feels good to know that all is well between you and the team, even though they know with a high probability that you won't be staying. You'd understand if they were mad at you, but that doesn't seem to be the case. JJ looks at Spencer, who is being less than forthcoming. "You coming, Spence?"

He risks a quick glance in your direction before adjusting the bag on his shoulder. He knows this will be your last night. And that you won't see each other again after this. "I think I'll sit this one out“, he replies curtly, but JJ nudges him and he gives her a dirty look.

"You can't avoid it, Spence."

You'd rather he'd gone home.

The first drinks are on Emily, as promised, and the ones after that are on Rossi, and it's actually not long before Luke is sitting at the table with a glass of water, wishing he'd slowed down. You grin at him from the dance floor where JJ and you are swinging your hips, and he sticks his tongue out at you before putting his head in his hands and sipping water through the straw in his glass.

JJ reaches for your hand and pulls you close before wrapping her arms around your neck. "I'm going to miss you“, she almost yells so you can hear her over the loud music. You smile weakly at her. There's a glint in her eyes, probably from the alcohol, and only now do you realize how much you're really going to miss her.

"I'm going to miss you too“, you reply, risking a quick glance in Spencer's direction. He's sitting next to Luke, looking completely out of place. You look back to JJ and without further ado, she puts her hands to your cheeks and presses a kiss to your mouth. When she pulls away from you again, she just grins at you. "What was that for?"

"I want you to know that we love you. We all do. Remember that when you're lonely, and call if you need anything. You are and always will be a part of our weird family."

You wait a brief moment before pulling away from her and disappearing into the ladies' room. As soon as the door slams shut, tears stream down your cheeks and you have to hold onto the edge of the sink to keep from breaking down. You were aware of how much the others would miss you, but hearing it from JJ only makes it more real. By leaving, you're not only leaving Spencer behind, but everyone else as well, and that's so selfish of you that bile rises inside you and you almost throw up. You wish you hadn't had those last two drinks.

"Y/N?" You don't have to turn around to know it's Spencer. You recognized his voice and can see him in the mirror above the sink.He's standing behind you, unsure of what exactly to do, which is why he buries his hands in his pants pockets and looks at you silently.

You wipe the smeared mascara from under your eyes before turning and leaning against the basin. "This is the ladies' room, Spencer. You're not supposed to be in here.“

"I'm right where I'm supposed to be“, he replies, but doesn't move from the spot. He watches you brush your hair out of your forehead and wipe at your hot face to get rid of the tears. "You don't have to go. You know that, right?"

You look up from your shoes, straight into his eyes. "Yes, I do."

You want to leave the washroom, but his fingers curl around your arm, holding you back. "Y/N ..."

"I can't stay, Spencer. I can't look at you without knowing that someone other than me is waiting for you at home. I can't watch you be happy without me. It's okay, really. It's just that I don't have the strength to watch it anymore." The words just bubble out of you, and for some reason you can't stop. But it feels good to say it out loud, even though you certainly shouldn't. "I love you, Spencer. I'll always love you. But I'm at the end of my rope." You shrug in exasperation. "I have to think about me. I can only think about me." Spencer's face contorts painfully, but you can't stop. "To think that you're about to go to Max's and do God knows what ..." You shake your head, as if it might drive the thoughts from your mind. "I feel like I - I - I can't breathe. Like I'm going to die. And I just can't take it anymore."

Spencer's hand comes away from your arm at your honesty, but only to grab your hand and pull you against him. You bounce against his chest, wanting to pull away, but he holds you tight and presses you to him with his other hand. Carefully, he places his palm against your cheek and gently strokes your skin with his thumb. "Please, don't go."

You look into his eyes, which have filled with tears. "Why not?"

You can practically see him struggling with himself. He wants to say something, but can't find the right words, so he presses his lips together and lets his forehead sink against yours. All he has to do is say it, and you'd throw all your plans out the window and stick around. Just a few words. But he doesn't say them. "I can't ..."

You take a deep breath before pulling away from him, disappointed. „Goodbye“, you whisper, before leaving him alone in the washroom.

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Spencer sits uncertainly at the kitchen table, watching the tea bag with lemon balm in the cup in front of him. He doesn't actually like lemon balm, but he needs something to calm his nerves and get the trembling of his hands under control as he sits there searching for the right words.

The last time he had felt this helpless, Emily had just left his apartment and he had been about to make some phone calls. The first call would have been to a man who would have given him a different number. The second phone call would have been to a woman who would have transferred him. And the third number belonged to someone who would have given him what he was only too happy to get.

Many years ago, he had sworn to himself that he would never resort to it again. That he wouldn't need it. He would be stronger than the desire to feel nothing more. The only thing that had stopped him was that you would never wish that for him. That you had helped him then, had stood by him. He didn't want it to be in vain.

Spencer hates feeling so helpless, even though he actually knows exactly what he has to do now. That's why he sits in the kitchen in the middle of the night, cup of calming tea in hand, not daring to look at the woman sitting across from him. But he doesn't need to say anything either. She knows why he was at her door at such a late hour. They sit in silence, neither quite knowing what to do. Neither of them has been in this situation before. Spencer is glad she's the first to speak.

"So that's it." It's more of a statement than a question. Spencer nods silently, whereupon she purses her lips. "Because of her?"

Spencer looks up from his cup and looks directly at Max. Then he shakes his head. "No, not because of her."

She raises an eyebrow. "But what? Don't you dare give me that 'it's not you, it's me' tour. I've heard that one before."

Spencer has to think for a moment, find the right words, before he answers. "I've lost her so many times. I wouldn't survive it another time."

The two have known each other long enough. Max knows he's not exaggerating or meaning it metaphorically. He has told her about his addiction, and she had been very grateful at the time that he was so honest with her, even though they hadn't known each other long. Spencer knows that all of this is not healthy and psychologically quite far from reasonable and Maxine knows what she has gotten herself into. But no one could have guessed that it would end this way.

"I'm sorry." Spencer's voice sounds hoarse and raspy. He stands up and makes his way toward the apartment door.

"I hope you make it." There's so much honesty in her voice that Spencer has to smile sadly over his shoulder.Maxine doesn't deserve this. None of you deserve this.

The walk to Emily's apartment is short, but to Spencer it feels like an eternity. The train is late, which is why he actually starts running, afraid of missing his chance. He runs until his lungs are burning and his bag is banging painfully against his ribs.The few people left on the streets look at him askance, but he doesn't care. He's panting, barely getting his breath and wishing he was a little more athletic, but as he sprints around the next corner he can already see the building where Emily's apartment is located.

For a brief moment he considers taking a break, catching his breath, but he can't wait another second. Hopefully he's not too late.

He's not surprised that he can just walk into the building, even though he doesn't have a key. He sprints up the stairs, and runs down the hallways until he's gasping for breath and standing in front of the right door, his head high. He bangs on the door with a clenched fist, hoping it will open and he won't be too late. He can't be late. He can't be late.

Finally, the door opens, and for the first time in years, he can take a real breath.

"Y/N."

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text: charlie ⇄ raquel

Charlie: i don't know how this happened but

Charlie: Mrs. Harrison gave me a whole cake as a goodbye gift. i don't know how she knows i'm moving out but i have a cake in my kitchen right now

Raquel: lmao Mrs. Harrison is your neighborhood watch. She sees everything and knows everything.

Raquel: are you telling me you're going to end up eating an entire cake?

Charlie: yeah, she's like a second mom. sort of.

Charlie: no, do you want some?

Raquel: awww that just means she's going to miss her baby and is probably hating me for taking me away from her.

Raquel: wait.

Raquel: I just realized.

Raquel: does that mean it's a full yes to moving?

Raquel: maybe like the tiniest piece. Like a spoonful of it. Just in case she asks me if I had some. I wouldn't want to lie to your second mom and say I did when I didn't.

Charlie: i don't know, she's glad i settled down for only one girl instead of many

Charlie: yes, why not? the week wasn't that bad, even if we didn't get to spend a lot of time together. i don't see why wouldn't i move with you?

Charlie: you're getting a full slice, babe. it's not like it's going to hurt you

Raquel: well I might be glad that you settled for one girl too.

Raquel: I don't know you could have changed your mind.

Raquel: Charles. Why are you always trying to feed me? Stuffing me so that it's harder for me to run away should not be a plan since I'm not going anywhere.

Charlie: me too. i'm really happy i did

Charlie: but i didn't.

Charlie: okay, not a full slice. she won't be disappointed anyways.

Charlie: but i know you'd love this chocolate cake, that's why i was offering it

Raquel: Well good because I want to keep making you happy.

Raquel: I just wasn't sure because I hadn't checked in with you. I just thought that maybe you would wait until the official end of the week to tell me.

Raquel: okay okay I'll have a full slice. Thanks for thinking of me baby.

Charlie: i don't think i'll change my mind. something has to go really wrong to make me change my mind

Charlie: you're welcome. you love me. i do love you too

Raquel: Right. Really wrong. I don't see that happening. I've been on my best behavior.

Raquel: I know you do, but I'm going to show you without always feeding you. Well mostly because I don't think you'd like me cooking all that much.

Charlie: yeah, we've been behaving well lately.

Charlie: why wouldn't i?

Charlie: i miss you, babe, when will you have time for us?

Raquel: we have been but I think most of that is because I haven't really been around much.

Raquel: well mostly because I'm not a world class chef and cooking might be the one thing I'm not great at.

Raquel: Baby I miss you too. Whenever you want. I just didn't want you to feel like I was crowding your space and I was being paranoid and maybe overthinking things but I just don't want to mess this up and overwhelm you so I gave you space but I didn't mean to psh you away or make you miss me.

Charlie: bless my cooking skills, even if they're just decent.

Charlie: hey hey, i get you. you didn't want to overwhelm me even if that wouldn't probably happen. you won't screw this up by being around me, trust me. it would be pretty much the same thing it was when we weren't living together

Charlie: but i think it's good if i missed you.

Raquel: well they're better than mine otherwise we'd be having pasta all the time and no one really wants to practically live at olive garden without breadsticks.

Raquel: I missed you too. So much. I think I have been overthinking this and maybe even forgetting that not much was going to change. Then at the same time I have been thinking that our place isn't really our place unless it has some of your influence on it. I just left you in there without me for most nights and I'm sorry.

Raquel: I think it's good that I gave you a chance to miss me too. That just means I get to show you just how much I missed you.

Charlie: yeah, that wouldn't be that healthy either

Charlie: don't apologize, babe. i totally get it, but we have a lot of time to make up for it

Charlie: oh yeah? in which sense did you miss me, babe?

Raquel: yeah that too. There would be no way I could even eat what I make so thank you for being my better half and being able to cook.

Raquel: Rest of our lives to make up for it.

Raquel: well first I'm going to show you while on my knees and with my mouth. Then I'll let you relax with a good massage to make up for all those stressful nights without me. Then I'll have to hear you moan my name again as I taste every bit of you before I ride you until you beg me to let you cum.

Charlie: what if i'm the one who wants to take off all your clothes, eat you out until you scream my name, taste every single drop on my tongue and give you a massage and use my mouth on your body before i fuck you again to hear you moan my name?

Raquel: i'll flip you for it. Heads I go first. Or at least one thing can be done at the same time. You can taste me while i blow you. That part is easy.

Charlie: a 69, huh? we could try. i will gladly tongue-fuck you while i'm in your mouth.

Charlie: now i'll be thinking of that until we finally do it and that's the hottest image i'll ever have in mind

Raquel: mhmm. Your tongue inside my tight little pussy your face as my throne but me still wanting your cock so deep inside me. My mouth around you until I swallow your cum.

Raquel: are you already hard for me baby?

Charlie: two of the things we do best at the same time. that's going to be so fucking sexy

Charlie: yes, babe. the thought of doing this with you already turned me on, which is not surprising. are you wet?

Raquel: really that's what you think I'm best at doing to you?

Raquel: dripping. I need you.

Charlie: one of the best ones for sure. your blowjobs are def the best ones i've ever had, maybe that's because you don't have gag reflex

Charlie: now we're at it, what's the best thing i'm at in bed, according to you?

Charlie: where are you and how busy are you to touch yourself?

Raquel: correction I know how to control my gag reflex. It's all about breathing baby.

Raquel: are you kidding? You're pretty much great at everything. But you drive me crazy when you eat me out. I can have you working your tongue on me for hours but I know that's selfish. Or when you lift my legs when you need me so bad that you have to be rough. Or when you choke me when I'm about to cum.

Raquel: you can do that any time by the way. I love it when you're rough with me.

Raquel: it's not the same when I touch myself. I need you.

Charlie: you know what's the best part of all of that? your reaction. i love seeing your face every now and then when i eat you out. your moans when my tongue or my cock are inside you, how needy and what a tease you are during sex. the sounds you make when i'm sucking on your nipples. i fucking love hearing that

Charlie: oh, don't worry. i'll be all the rough you want with you. you know how much i love rough sex

Charlie: i wish you were here with your mouth wrapped around my cock, but here i am, getting off by myself because you're not here

Charlie: but i like the thought of you fingering yourself at the thought of sex with me. it's hot

Raquel: well it is a very sexy face. The face I make when you suck my nipples is the only one that isn't cute because most of the time when you do that you're just being mean and are teaing.

Raquel: fuck yes. Especially when you spank me. No one ele has ever been as rough with me as you have and I fucking love it.

Raquel: I need to get home now. I want your fingers. I want you to make me cum so hard that I can't remember my name.

Raquel: you've ruined me. I can't cum with anyone that isn't you.

Charlie: what can i say? i love your tits and they deserve to have my attention. i like giving them attention.

Charlie: then i'll spank you more often until you have a red hand on your ass, babe

Charlie: not even with yourself?

Raquel: and they love your attention baby.

Raquel: great. It's what I deserve.

Raquel: it's not fun when it's by myself.

Charlie: oh, i know. otherwise your nipples wouldn't be hard and something would be wrong

Charlie: it's what i want to do whenever you bend over for me

Charlie: what if i sent you a pic? would that help?

Raquel: I don't think we ever have to worry about things not being hard between the two of us.

Raquel: feel feel. Maybe you should just bend me over all the time. Do whatever you want to me.

Raquel: YES.

Charlie: [http://68.media.tumblr.com/4cac497c7df1eaeef1b48eb5bc342bde/tumblr_inline_njjjxthj7S1t3m33w.jpg]

Charlie: you're welcome ;)

Raquel: I need to go home.

Raquel: I'm coming home. I'm no use to anyone here if it's you I want and honestly I don't want anyone else seeing me turned on than you.

Raquel: I'll make something up and I'll be home in 20.

Raquel: I want you inside me so we can forget the blow jobs and 69in for now because I need you.

Charlie: i'm pretty sure someone already saw your turned on face at work, but okay

Charlie: i'm happy to skip all of that for some rough sex. in fact, i prefer it too. we're already turned on after all

Charlie: i guess i'll be losing the clothes before you arrive so we don't lose time

Raquel: tonight is the one time where I am okay with you undressing yourself.

Raquel: be naked when I get home.

Raquel: love you.