#my heart is literally pounding so fast when I think about getting him soon

[meownotgood]

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[elllisaaa]

the only thing running in my mind rn is -> sensitive and soft(his heart) jungwon fucking into you fast from the back with one of your leg lifted into the air by the hold of his strong arms. you were being ruined, tear stains on your cheek and head dizzy. the way jungwon was pounding into your soft walls had you whimpering and moaning patheticly. his hips grinding and rubbing his pelvis while being in you. jungwon was no good himself, his cock was deliciously being stimulated by rapid movements into your hot walls. it all makes him unable to hold back the pretty moans and whimpers in his throat... (i went a little crazy there, but pls pls write this, im literally itching for it)

i looove when yall are getting unhinged in my inbox, it's my favourite part of the day honestly.

and i can totally see this with JUNGWON who's coming back from tour, and he's so pent up with the stress of the concerts and not being able to see you or talk to you for more than an hour. and yes, maybe that the fact that he couldn't fuck you for a whole month did make him a little irritable.

so the second jungwon steps a foot into your apartment, he doesn't care that it's late, or that you're already ready to go to bed. instead of letting you welcome him home, he pins you down to the mattress, his lips crashing on yours and making out with you passionately. "i missed you so much, baby. been thinking about this all day." - "me too, wonnie… i need you so bad, please !"

jungwon doesn't need more than that to rip your panties out of you. usually, he takes his time to do a lot of foreplay, loving the intimacy of it and to get you as wet as possible before slipping into your heat. but tonight, he only needs to be buried inside of you as soon as possible.

the contrast from how sweet your boyfriend typically is to the animal he has become excites you to no end when he manhandles you on your knees, your back arched for him and head in the pillow. jungwon doesn't take the time to undress fully, only pushing his pants down enough to get his cock out and thrust into you all the way.

"shit ! i missed this angel, i missed this so bad." you are already a moaning mess underneath him, and he has barely done anything. jungwon grabs your hips and immediately picks up a rapid pace, fucking into you hard and fast. you're used to your boyfriend being sweet and loving, but at this moment, all you need is to be ruined by him.

and it's exactly what jungwon does, lifting one of your legs up to thrust deeper into your cunt, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot to make you moan louder. "wonnie ! feels so good…" - "so fucking good baby, you're so tight." his dirty words make you clench around him, a moan escaping him too.

a thin layer of sweat is covering the skin of your back exposed by your shirt that has fallen around your shoulders, and with your head turned to the side, jungwon can see the tears running down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls. "'m close wonnie, please…" - "not gonna last long, baby, you're so fucking wet." you whine loudly as he hit deep inside of you again and again. your moans pick up, your voice pitching higher and higher the more jungwon rams into you. and the way you're clenching hard around him as you cum makes him lose his rhythm. his thrusts become sloppy, the sensitiveness from not being able to properly release the tension for more than a month getting to his head. and his moans are uninterrupted until he shoots his load deep inside of you.

as soon as the waves of his orgasm die down, jungwon lies down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. his hair are sticking to his sweaty forehead, and he's out of breath but he finally feels at peace and relaxed. "i missed you so much, y/n. i'm glad to be home." you look up at him with a lazy smile on your lips, your hair completely disheveled and your eyes still glazed by desire. "me too. but if it means you're going to fuck me like that, you can go on tour every month." he chuckles but looks you in the eyes, fingers brushing against your puffy lips. "you just have to ask, baby."

[littlekiara96]

Hey, imagine, you're Big Bro's other half.

Usually, he doesn't come home for the night. For obvious reasons. As a marine, he's obligated to sleep at the marine's barracks, in case of emergencies and stuff.

But sometimes, he gets a day or two off the job, and he gets to come home to you. He even gets to sleep in the next morning! He'll let himself do some oversleep because you're there and he can relax. Those are special days to him, no amount of hard work will be worth the trouble if he can't even have that.

And you know he's there, and he will be there, with you, in your shared bed, because he's always home by dusk. Whenever you can, you'll meet him halfway so you can go look at the sunset, like the cutesy couple you are, holding hands as you tell one another about whatever you did while you two were apart.

But still. Every time you wake up, and he's right next to you...

You can't help yourself but get all giddy with a big, toothy grin on your face. Because it makes you so happy to have him all to you, even if just for a day or two.

So you slowly turn your body to face him, if you weren't already, and you silently look at his sleeping face. Listening to his light snores.

You don't often catch him talking in his sleep, except when you're awake and he's still deep in slumber.

Usually, it's just a whisper of your name. Sometimes, it's your nickname instead. You snicker when that happens.

And then there was this time.

When you woke up, you were already facing him, and he was holding you in his arms, still asleep, as always.

You smiled at this soft moment, completely enamoured with this guy.

He started grumbling a bit between snores. You heard an approximation of your name, too. Then another snore, one more grumble, and then-

"Marry... me... Grrm..."

He went back to soft snores.

While your heart was pounding and your cheeks burning. He was still sleeping. Your big, sweet, clumsy idiot of a marine boyfriend. Who had asked for you to marry him in his sleep. Still fast asleep.

Literally dreaming of marrying you.

How did you miraculously manage to not wake him up with a warm hug and a huge kiss? You still have no idea.

Not too long afterwards, he had barely opened his eyes that he felt your nose touching his, soon followed by your lips, and he leaned into you with a smile as you kissed.

"Good morning to you, too", he greeted you with a raspy voice.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" you immediately asked with an innocent smirk.

He looked at you. He stared at the ceiling. Something seemed to come back to him.

"Did I... say something in my sleep?" he hesitantly wondered as he looked back at your hardly concealed grin.

His cheeks had gained a bit of colour.

"Maybe~"

"It wasn't something embarrassing, right?"

When you didn't answer despite your smile, he groaned as he buried himself under the bedsheets, hugging you and hiding his face by pressing his nose onto your chest.

"What were you even dreaming about?" you chuckled at his sudden shyness, wrapping your arms around his head. You started playing with his hair. He loved whenever you did that.

"You..." he eventually admitted.

"I'm flattered~ Was I doing anything special?"

"You weren't. I was."

"And what were you doing?" you asked softly, your voice now a whisper.

"I was..." he had lowered his voice to match yours. "I was asking you something."

You didn't question him further, waiting for him to go on.

He came back from under the covers to look into your eyes.

"Was it what you heard me say?"

"I don't know. I won't if you don't ask me again."

He lowered his gaze, thinking.

He didn't want to ask. Not while you were in bed, of all places. He had planned to make that question special, at least more than it would have been if he had just done it at home. He didn't know how he wanted to do it yet, but he wasn't expecting to do it like a spur of the moment thing... or in his sleep.

His eyes darted back to your face. Your soft smile. Your own eyes showing a sort of glint, as in silent anticipation. Like you were glad, already...

He sighed, eyes closed, frustrated at himself. His brother would laugh at him later, when he'd tell him about how things happened, for sure.

But when he opened his eyes again, he was smiling at you. He knew what your answer would be, anyway. He had already asked, after all.

"Will you marry me?"

[blackberries45]

Two for One

(Beetlejuice x reader) np used

Warnings: smut

Notes: per usual, my editing skills lack. this is just smutty smut bc I wanted to. I don't know where it came from but it got some thumbs up so here we are 😆 thank you for reading 🤗

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Everything happened so fast. You weren't sure how you even ended up in this literal position, but damn if it wouldn’t be a favorite after this. Usually he shoved you onto the bed, which was fine with you. This however was different. You could tell he had something up one of his black and white striped sleeves.

Your bedroom’s brick wall was cool to the touch. It felt like a relief against your palms, as they were starting to burn like the rest of your skin. Beej had you pinned facing it. One hand on top of yours up by your face, fingers intertwined. His other hand on your hip, pulling you back against him and steading you so you wouldn't feel like you would fall. He of course would never let that happen.

You felt his weight shift behind you slightly as he moved one of his boots to kick your legs out a bit more wide. “Atta girl” he moaned, dropping his forehead against the back of your head.The wider stance helped him deepen his reach. He immediately took full advantage, feeling you clench down on him from hearing the praise. Moving to the side of your head, he started biting and sucking your earlobe. Your head tipped forward and was lightly grazing the wall with each movement. Tiny gasps could be heard escaping from you with each thrusting motion.

He let your ear drop from his teeth and roughly whispered “I'm gonna to need you to close your eyes now” You were so lost in the rhythm of the movements that you almost didn't have the capacity to answer him. “My eyes are already closed, Beej” He grazed his lips back and forth across your cheek a few times. “I mean, keep them shut. I'm going to have to concentrate real hard on somethin’ and I don't need you to screw it up by freaking out.” he quickly and lovingly kissed your cheek, realizing his words came out harsh.

His movements hadn't slowed down but you knew he was patiently waiting for you to respond. “Babes?” He started kissing your neck to get your concentration to shift back to him again. He knew your head was swimming. “Ok ok. I won’t open my eyes. But you have to touch me soon. I need you.” That last part almost had him spent right then and there. He loved when you got desperate for him. But he pulled himself together and started to concentrate. He'd been thinking about trying this for awhile. He could pull alot of tricks, but this was double the effort.

The air started to crackle more than it did with just Beetlejuice in the room. It was almost thick. You swear you heard something…no…felt something… like someone was between your legs.You instinctively started to look down. “What the..?” Beej quickly let go of your hand and brought his to your throat, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. You’d be a liar if you said you weren’t now wide eyed and your heart wasn’t pounding as you stared upwards.

The first lick bubbled up a scream, but Beej felt it in your throat and your mouth was instantly sewn shut. “Shhh, honey. Daddy needs to concentrate.” He put his head down between your neck and shoulder, biting the area his lips landed on, causing you to moan what felt like hard enough that it vibrated through your skull, trapped behind your sewn mouth.

Whoever was under you was using their cold fingers to part your lips and get more pressure on your clit with their tongue. They circled and they went back and forth. It was madness how good it felt from being in this position. One of their hands went to your thigh to steady themselves. Was that a ring?? Your eyes started fluttering open and shut as you couldn't decide which sensation to grind into. The sucking and licking below felt delicious and caused the fire in the depths of you to rage. Beej too was starting to make tired whines against your neck. Fuck. You could feel him starting to get more sloppy as he thrusted in and out of you. You were getting close and so was he.

The anonymous being between your legs changed their attention. Making a disappointed whine, you scrunched your eyebrows together. The wait to be touched again was shorter than you expected.

The licks were at first back on you, rimming back and forth where Beetlejuice was pumping into you. The sensation felt better than you could have imagined and you sank into it. You noticed Beej swallowing hard next to your throat. You now felt that the tongue below had left you and was only touching your entrance when it licked up. Holy shit. Was it licking Beej? You felt his mouth start to fall open as his panting increased, slowly turning into a groan.

Beej started getting desperate. He latched onto your neck like he was burrowing a hole into it. He was swirling his tongue and sucking all while whoever below was lapping your juices off of his dick. You could hear them making ungodly sounds and feel them back away enough to lick their lips. The thought of someone else licking on Beej oddly turned you on. You were sure now you were going to burst into flame and you decided to let it consume you.

The violent way you suddenly came caused your legs to give. With the few brain cells Beetlejuice had left, he quickly put his hands behind your thighs so you were almost sitting in his hands. He let your stitches disappear so he could fully hear your scream as he crashed full force inside of you.

The indivisible stranger must have disappeared, though you couldn’t say when, because you no longer felt their tongue or their hand on your leg. Beej flopped the two of you backwards onto your bed. It took several minutes of panting before you spoke.

“Who or what did you conjure to do that?” His laugh was the same one that would crash around you like thunder when he was being an asshole or thought he was clever.

He rolled over to face you, a cigarette between his lips that had appeared out of nowhere, flopped as he spoke. “That was me, babes. That's why I had to concentrate.” Your eyes widened once again and your mouth dropped open as he removed the cigarette with long fingers and blew out the smoke. “I had to split myself in a way. And may I just say, you taste like a fucking queen.”

The smile was one of the most devilish you'd ever seen across his stupid face. You rolled your head back and looked at the ceiling again. It took a few seconds of getting up the courage, but finally you quietly asked, “Can we do that again sometime? But maybe you let me watch?”

This time it was his mouth that fell open. “Any time, honey.”

[zeroseuniverse]

I Think...

Word Count: 1K Summary: Hmmm heartbreak is so frustrating Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort Yoongi X Reader I miss him so much.... Life Goes on, Amygdala and D-Day are literally keeping me sane.

Yoongi had always admired you from across the court, you showed up to every game with a smile even on days when you had been through it, you showed up to support your boyfriend. Your boyfriend barely batted an eye when you showed up disheveled simply sending a nod in your direction before the game, if his team won? He celebrated on the court and went out to dinner not even acknowledging your presence. Yoongi would meet you at the end of each game and for each celebration he treated you to ice cream. Oh it hurt, he wished someone would love him like you loved that shitbag, but he continued watching from afar, stuck as a friend who didn’t confess fast enough.

Quite honestly it wasn’t a surprise when the head cheerleader ran out on the court and kissed your boyfriend, you had figured it would happen soon, especially with how clingy she had been. It didn’t stop the humiliation though. The whole team cheered as you ran out of the gym with your head down. Yoongi was quick on his feet, hopping up from the ground where he had been tying his shoes, he bolted for the door, quickly being stopped by two of his teammates. “Hey Suga, we need to practice.” They said, trying to get him back on the court, but one look from him had the scattering, they all knew the man was unpredictable. Yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing the doors open as hard as he could, the loud bang echoing through the gym. 

He jogged out into the parking lot, already getting drenched by the rain within seconds. It was difficult to see but he could hear a faint pounding, he called out your name hoping you weren’t stuck in this rain. He headed in the direction that the pounding came from when he heard it freeze after his call, he struggled to find you for a moment but when he did, he felt rage build in his chest. There you were crumpled into a ball next to that shitbags truck, the scuffs on the paint showing that you had been trying to do some sort of damage to the vehicle.

“Ya know…Jungkook left his baseball bat in my car. Want to do some real damage?” He wondered out loud, a little breathless from his jog but he wouldn’t let you know. 

“Yoongi…” You croaked, hands trembling as you reached out for him. It was interesting, you had been so obsessed with that shit bag but he had never been comforting, with any problem you went to Yoongi. Yoongi had been your person, he held you as you cried and cared for you when you were sick. 

So even drenched by the rain, when Yoongi wrapped his arms around you to hoist you into his arms, you felt warm. “Why would he do this to me?” You whimpered sadly, Yoongi just held you tighter, carrying you through the parking lot towards his car. You didn’t know how he opened the door but you know that he sat you on the leather seat, buckling you up. Once you were safely in the vehicle he moved his hand to switch on the seat warmers before moving to get in himself, making sure to turn on the heat as soon as he started the car.

He didn’t know how long he drove, all he knows is by the time he stopped, you were passed out. You had grabbed one of his hoodies he had thrown in the back about 10 minutes into the drive. You looked peaceful like you hadn’t just gotten your heart torn out. 

“He was so stupid. He was just some lucky idiot who would never deserve you. So fucking lucky. You're an idiot too. A beautiful idiot who chooses the wrong guys.  Too dumb to realize just how long I’ve been wondering what it would be like to be loved by you, what it would be like to openly love you. God stupid idiot. Why did you make me love you if you could never love me?” Yoongi sniffled, his long hair falling into his face as he hunched over the steering wheel. 

“Yoongi?” You mumbled, having woken up during his ramble. The man looked up quickly, hand reaching out to soothe your hair, trying to lure you back to sleep. 

“Oh, it’s okay. You go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get to your place.” He cooed, gently caressing your hair with an artificial grin. 

“Can you sing to me?” You wondered, earning a gummy smile in response clearing his joke before beginning to sing ‘Life Goes On’ a song he had written and only sang for you. When he slowed his singing into a hum and began driving, you mumbled, startling him since he had thought you had fallen asleep, “You’re wrong.” is what you said, earning a questioning hum in response, “You’re wrong, I think I can love you. I want to, but I’m scared. You make everything less scary but what would happen if I fuck up and I didn’t have you anymore? What if you get bored and leave me?” 

The jolt of the car stopping abruptly had you wincing, especially because of the way the seatbelt had tugged on you. “Now you listen here you little beautiful idiot,” He started, switching the car back into the park in the middle of the empty road, “Under no circumstances could I ever get bored of you, we sit in silence half of the time we hang out and I still ask to hang out, do I not? You do not have to love me; however, I have earned the right to love you like my life depends on it, okay? Romance be damned, we will always be together. I never want you to feel scared of me, because with anything that happens, I will be right here. We will always stand side by side, I do not doubt that-” He was so ready to spiral into everything he had ever felt when he felt you drape your body around his own, hugging him tightly to quiet him.

“I think I can love you, I want to love you. Will you help me?”

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 7)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: time to face the music, even if you're hungover. and by music...it's the missed calls and texts and from toji. what could he possibly want? ☆ tags: modern au, academia au, babysitting au ☆ warnings: mentions of alcohol, food poisoning, sexting, slight dubcon, dirty talking ☆ a/n: another longie (7.8k+ words SORRY) but i hope you guys enjoy the foreplay. y/n is about to be dicked down every day like good for her!! but also!! wish that were me! 🤭 next one will be filled with smut so dw u horndogs!! also i'm unsure when then 3sum will come but i'm thinking in like SOON in like...10ish parts (i hope not more). i want to slow burn lead up to it and hint it more before actually writing about it LOL (also ik it sounds like a taco bell commercial in the end its not ok i just love taco bell!!!) 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

the soft morning light shines through curtains you forgot to close last night, and the harshness of the sun causes you to stir in your sleep, waking you harshly.

your heart beats fast and you open your eyes and are unable to move a single limb on your body. panic sets in, only to dissipate seconds later as you find a rather tall lump of a man’s leg trapping you in the corner of your sofa.

ugh, how did i get here? why is it so bright? why does every inch of my body hurt? oh god, i’m about hurl.

you barely hold back dry heaving in your laid down position. your head is pounding and you don’t like how empty your stomach is right now. why do my legs hurt? i feel like i can’t feel them anymore. oh, right.

the large shape of a man who’s body is halfway strewn across yours, satoru, is now constricting the blood flow to your legs, and you know you have to do the daunting task of waking him up.

“psst, satoru. wake up.” you lightly pat his unruly head of white hair, but with no success. you start hitting his head harder, as you quickly start to lose more feeling in your legs, until you practically are shouting his name, swatting his head and kicking his torso. satoru abruptly wakes and turns around the small sofa, which actually has no room for turning, so he actually ends up taking a small dive into the hardwood floors of your living room.

satoru lets a groggy yet painful groan. “what the literal fuck, y/n?!” his words are almost incoherent with sleep laced between them as he rubs his arms that took the brunt of the fall. “as if my head isn’t aleady fuckin’ killin’ me.”

you groan out in pain. “my legs were being suffocated by your large body!”

none of you answer, and continue to lay still in your respective positions for what feels like hours, until your headache becomes almost too unbearable to withstand.

“satoru~” you whine out. “m’head…it hurts so much, i feel like i’m gonna die…” you turn your body as slow as you can to the edge of the couch to see satoru’s face. his eyes are still closed, but scrunched, and his hand is resting on his forehead.

“it’s called a hangover. get in line, stupid.”

“don’t call me stupid right now, satoru. i’m in pain!” you cry out, your fingers doing their best to sooth your pain by rubbing harsh circles on your temples.

satoru slowly sits up without looking at you, grabs a decorative pillow from the chaise of your couch, and immediately face plants on to it on the floor, effectively falling asleep once more. you think that’s not a bad idea, now that you have more space, and close your eyes and force your mind to concentrate on anything but your throbbing head.

okay, so we got back from the barcade. me and satoru…we…kissed. we definitely kissed. i remember that. and then? did we have sex? no, that doesn’t like us - neither of us are keen on having sex drunk for a variety of reasons besides the obvious ones.

your thoughts slowly drown out as you find yourself falling into a second deep slumber.

the second time you and satoru wake for the day is the most disconcerting: a loud, high pitched scream.

you wake up with your heart pounding so hard, you think you’re dying from cardiac arrest. satoru thinks he threw up in his mouth from how fast he stood up with a headache. both of your eyes look at the direction of the scream and see a horrified and bewildered shoko staring wide eyes and slack jawed at you. wait, why isn’t she looking at my eyes? she’s looking at my…oh my god!

you look down and see your bralette lightly torn up and your titties completely exposed and you immediately turn to look at satoru (who’s alternating between staring at your eyes and your tits). and then back at shoko.

oh? oh. OH. OH! it fucking hits you like a ton of bricks and your hungover brain immediately goes into panic mode, shoving all signals of hunger, pain, and soreness aside.

“sh-shoko, it’s obviously not like that. this is actually so funny, you know…” you do a failed attempt at a lighthearted chuckle and fumble around for a decorative pillow until satoru hands you the one he was sleeping on.

“yeah, it’s not at all what you think it is. i didn’t…i didn’t even know she had boobs until like…right now. i swear, it’s not-” satoru bumbles, also going into damage control.

“save it. i don’t care. not right now, when i’m too hungover,” shoko says, closing her eyes and raising a hand up as she bolts to her room and closes the door.

you figure you do the same and hastily get up and grab satoru’s hands. the two of you stumble your way into your bedroom and lock the door and catch your breaths.

“ohmygod this is so embarrassing,” you say whisper, not wanting shoko to overhear your conversation. you start rubbing your temples again as satoru face plants, again, on to your bed. he doesn’t respond to you so you join him and push him to his back and try to get his attention. his eyes are still scrunched closed and he lets out a groan.

“satoru, do you even know what happened? shoko probably thinks we had…ugh i can’t even say it!”

this makes him open one eye to look at you and cock an eyebrow. he lets out a laugh, which makes you let out laugh (against your will). you playfully hit his chest but he intercepts your wrists with ease and pulls you on top of him so that your sitting up on his torso while he’s laying down.

this feels nice but…you know deep down you two should probably address the elephant in the room. you uncomfortably clear your throat and he opens his eyes. “maybe we should talk about last night…” you say with a sigh.

“what’s there to say? there’s nothing wrong with two friends kissing,” satoru says cheekily, his voice still slightly deep and groggy. kinda hot.

his response puts you at ease, and your fingers start toying with the buttons on his shirt (not in a sexual way, but in a ‘this feels nice to fidget with so i don’t have anxiety’ kinda way).

“yeah, but maybe we should…i dunno…talk about it?” you question, avoiding eye contact with him.

“like?”

“like, i dunno…” you start to chicken out before forcing yourself to say what you really want to say. “i dunno…are we only gonna kiss each other from now on? because i kinda still…wanna kiss toji…” your voice becomes barely audible near the end.

satoru stays quiet for longer than you anticipated, and you’re about to step off him to throw up in the bathroom before he finally responds with a resounding hum.

“yeah, i don’t mind. if i’m being honest…with us having school and work and all…it might be hard to make this an exclusive thing. and also…i know mia was a bitch to literally everyone but…god…” satoru sighs deeply. “her ass was insane, i’m sorry!”

you laugh wholeheartedly and grab a nearby pillow and hit his head softly in jest. you should’ve known someone like satoru, someone as horny as satoru, would not want to be tied down during grad school just yet. a sense of relief washes over you as you feel grateful that satoru has always matched your wavelength since high school. you start to think of the second elephant in the room. what will we tell shoko? and suguru? and utahime and literally all of our friends? there’s no telling shoko hasn’t already told utahime…

“also…maybe we should keep this between us…for now. especially after…” you trail off, deep in thought about the prospect of your friends finding out. 

“yeah, that sounds like a good idea…” satoru says, smirking slowly. “definitely because of our friends but also…it’s always fun to have a sexy secret with someone.”

“shut up!” you give him a smack across the chest, before thinking. i mean, it’s not like you hated kissing him. and you didn’t hate it when he played with your titties. “maybe…i mean…maybe we can still, you know, fool around still?” you say shyly.

“maybe we can fuck too if that’s something you’re down for?” satoru says unabashedly.

you lean your body down, pressing against him, and bring your lips inches from his lips, before saying you’d like that a lot. he closes the gap and starts kissing you deeply, just like the night before. satoru’s hands move up and down your hips, leaving no part of your torso untouched. your hips buckle into his and starts grinding against his already hard member. your skirt from last night has already risen up, so the cool metals of his belt are grinding up and down your clothed core, making you squirm and moan into his mouth.

satoru breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss of contact. your lips immediately latch on to his neck, leaving small wet spots all over.

satoru groans. “fuck, need this off.” he puts his fingers around the waistband of your skirt and shimmies it off of you, leaving you exposed in your thong and have ripped bralette.

your hands immediately get to work and unbuckles his belt. your hands fumble as you unzip his pants and slide them halfway down, his erect clothed member coming into view. satoru lets out a throaty breath as you start palming his hard member and leaving kisses from his neck down to his happy trail. before you’re able to start kissing below the belt, satoru pulls your head up via bunching up your hair into a makeshift ponytail and starts to kiss you as he sits up. 

“maybe we should take this into the shower…” he mumbles in between kisses. you nod and break off the kiss. 

“what time is it?” you say, as you look around for your phone. you find it only to see that the battery is completely dead. frowning, you get up to charge it before continuing your activities with satoru. 

“jesus, it’s 11 in the mornin’” satoru says, sounding slightly flustered. “fuck! i’m gonna be late for a lab meeting!” he says, as he starts to put his belt back on.

you frown. “so no shower sex?”

“i promise you, i want nothing more than to fuck your brains out in that shower.” satoru scrunches his eyes, and you wonder if he’s in genuine pain over the fact that he can’t. “but i unfortunately told nanami i’d personally talk to professor masamichi about his referral.”

“since when do you care about holding up your end of the bargain like that?” you say, cocking an eyebrow. you’ve known satoru for years, and you don’t think he’s ever showed up to a professional meeting on time, nor did he ever care to follow through with requests given to him by his peers.

“yeahhh, i know but nanami said he’s gonna send a deep web hitman for me after tricking him into my party and forcing him to be on my pool team…soo…”

“you’re so insane.”

“i think i’m going insane forfeiting pussy to go to a lab meeting, alright?”

you laugh softly. perhaps it’s probably a good time to let satoru go so you can begin your day. you have a laundry list of things to get done that thinking about it is enough for you to feel sick (showering, studying, talking to shoko without satoru there, and more things you know you’re forgetting). “well, thanks for offering anyway,” you say. 

“c’mere,” satoru says, holding out his arms to you. you melt into the hug he gives you and look up. 

“still seein’ you for study group later?” you ask him, recalling you, nanami, and haibara were planning to do some studying for your final at the university library later this evening. 

“oh shit, yeah. gotta clean up the aftermath of last night at my place and then i’ll be there,” he assures you, before grabbing his phone. you quickly put on a pair of pajama shorts and replace your torn up bralette with an old sleeping oversized tee and lead satoru to the doorway of your apartment. you wave goodbye to him, and prepare yourself to have a potentially awkward conversation with shoko after what she saw this morning. 

you scurry to shoko’s bedroom and knock twice on the door, and shoko immediately opens it and lets you in. you give her a pouty look, internally apologizing for the sight in the morning. it’s not necessarily that she saw you topless (you guys are roommates and nip slips happen), it’s more so that you were topless with satoru. 

“glad to see you finally wearing clothes, you slut,” shoko says tiredly. you can detect a slight joking tone in her voice and it relaxes you immediately. you sigh softly. 

“listen, shoko.” you start but hesitate. you want to tell shoko what really happened last night, but you remember you’re the one who didn’t want to tell your mutual friends about you and satoru. shoko and you have been best friends for so long and you can’t bear to lie to her or keep something from her. no literally, you tried to in the past but she saw through you within minutes and you ended up divulging everything to her. you figure now is no different, and you also trust her not to tell suguru or anyone else. 

shoko snaps her fingers at you. “hello, y/n? where’d ya go?”

“i hooked up with satoru last night.” you say quickly, praying she doesn’t ask you to say it again. 

shoko is silent and you cannot read her face for the life of you. “okay, it wasn’t even a hook up, i dunno why i said that. we just made out and like sortofmadeittosecondbasebutit’snotthatserious-”

your rambling is interrupted by shoko’s laughter howling across the room. shoko tries to calm down and collect herself. “wow, i mean, i sort of clocked it because of how you were this morning but oh my god? like it finally happened?”

you plop down on her bed next to her and shake her to make her stop laughing. “shokoo~ stop it! i was really horny last night, okay!” you’re scrambling to defend yourself from this blunder. 

“yeah, but him? kinda…embarrassing, no? i mean i know he’s hot, like even i can attest to that but gojo is like…hot and insufferable…like i’m happy for you but at what cost to you?” shoko explains as she wipes away tears from her eyes from laughing too hard. 

“i know, it is embarrassing and i dunno what i see in him but…when i see him…shoko,” you start rubbing your temples as you feel your headache coming on again. “i just wanna fuckin’ jump his bones, dude.” you think you hear shoko mumble something about how she cannot stand straight people. she has a point. 

“so what now?” shoko asks, getting up from her bed and grabbing her scrubs from her closet, slowly getting ready for her shift at the hospital. 

“well, for starters, you cannot tell anyone because we said we would keep it secret so you gotta pretend you dunno about this.” you go on to tell shoko about how you guys would continue to fool around casually. “it’s because we have so much going on and you know…i still wanna kiss toji.” wait, toji. toji’s text? did he respond. how could you have forgotten something you were obsessing over the whole night yesterday?! it finally hits you that satoru finally took your mind off of toji for a while, and that he could’ve finally messaged you back this morning. 

shoko mulls this information over for a bit, and you already know what her next question is. “can i tell utahime? pleeeaaassseeee!” she whines. 

“if you tell utahime she might actually kill me in my sleep.” you say exhasperatedly. 

“no, no she won’t. she might want to take you for a psych eval or something but that’s it. she might throw up too, i guess. and she might cry for you. and she-”

“okay, i’ve heard enough.” you stop shoko, getting up from her bed and heading back to your room. before exiting shoko’s bedroom, you quickly give her permission to tell utahime but no one else. it’s quite pathetic how fast you run to your desk where your phone lay charging. your practically jumps out of your chest as you see 5 missed text messages from toji: 

toji: Holy fuck, pumpkin 🥵 your titties are so fuckin insane. im so fuckin hard right now.

toji: Wyd tn? 

toji: You’ve made me so hard right now n someone’s gotta help me fix this mess. Im bout to beat myself off to this pic fuck

toji: [1 Photo] 

toji: [1 Video]

you open the photo he sent and gasp. it’s a photo of him in front of his mirror, shirtless, and him holding his clearly erect member, except it’s barely peeking through the granite counter tops of his bathroom. you open the video and see it’s a video of him…oh my god, it’s a video of him touching himself? you’re appalled and turned on because he looks so good in it and you wish it was you getting him off instead. you check the timestamp, and you’re embarrassed to realize he sent this around the time you were having your heavy makeout session with satoru or around the time you passed out shortly after.

the video continues to play as you strip yourself completely, creep to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. as you wait for it to get to the temperature you like, you continue to watch the video of toji stroking himself, and your hand automatically guides itself to your already wet and throbbing core. just knowing toji recorded this for your viewing pleasure (and it was indeed an immense pleasure viewing it) turned you on so much that you felt near your climax already. you start rubbing harsher circles on your delicate bundle of nerves, until you’re unable to hold back any longer. the sound of the shower blocks out your throaty moans, and you end up coming undone around the same time as toji does in the video. you breath heavily as you see white streaks painting toji’s shower, not dissimilar from your location. 

through heavy breaths, you quickly send a picture of your fingers resting and covering the bare “v” on your body. this time, you immediately get a response. 

toji: Fuck pumpkin, you left me all alone last night and now you do this?

immediately you respond back, biting back a smile. 

y/n: you’re the one who left me hanging all day :( i had to cum all by myself just right now looking at your video daddy

you hit send and it’s been only 10 seconds before you see that toji is ringing you. you let it ring a little bit longer, not wanting to sound desperate for him, even though you totally are. “hii toji~” you say sultrily. 

“pumpkin, you better come over tonight.” toji’s husky voice sends shivers through your spine, and you have to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes in pleasure. god, this is just what his voice does to you? you want him bad. 

“hmm, why should i? i’m hurt after you ignored me all day, toji.” you try to sound strict and upset over the phone but it’s hard when your body is already ready for another orgasm. 

“aww don’t gimme that,” toji coos. “i’ll take care of your pretty little puss- oh whoops, megumi is here, but you know what i mean.” you can hear him smirking on the other line and you almost get second-hand embarrassment from him almost saying a bad word in front of megumi. 

“how can you take care of me when you don’t even respond to my texts?” you whine. “go fuck the other girl you were fucking last night instead of me.” oh wow. you don’t know where that came from, but the hangover you have right now is making you feel brattier than usual. and you actually do want to know what he was doing (or who) all day yesterday, even if it makes you a hypocrite since you were with satoru last night (and this morning). 

you hear toji roar with laughter, a little too much in your opinion, and you pout. where does he get off laughing about how he ghosted me last night? “okay, if you must know…megumi got himself some classic food poisoning from the parent-teacher conference.” though the parent-teacher conference feels decades away, your heart drops for poor megumi and you gasp. “calm down pumpkin, he’s fine now so don’t worry. his friends just made him eat somethin’ weird on the playground, i think.”

“oh my god, toji!” you say horrified. “okay, i’m coming over tonight with some soup. and not for you okay, for megumi.” who are you kidding? you’re also partially going so toji could fuck your brains out but you’re not about to give him that satisfaction. 

“whatever you say, pumpkin. see you at 6:30? i’ll make dinner.” ugh, he always knows what to say to sound so romantic and you fall for it all the time. plus, seeing a domestic toji in the kitchen…god you can’t even think about it because you might end up screaming at how horny you might get.

“see ya, daddy.” you say jokingly. toji and you say goodbye and hang up. you quickly shoot a text to your study group quickly making up an excuse as to why you can no longer come. while nanami and haibara respond in the group with thumbs ups, satoru messages you privately. 

satoru: wtf i didn’t know fucking you this evening was still on the table?

 you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. what the hell is he on about?

y/n: what r u talkin about u weirdo

satoru doesn’t respond, and you’ve been wasting so much water already having an entire phone conversation with toji and, admittedly touching yourself that you might as well get in. the hot shower envelops your sore body, and before you’re able to fully wet yourself, you hear the ding of your phone. you really shouldn’t…but you were never good at controlling yourself. you quickly open the shower and bring your phone in, shielding it from the water. 

satoru: u obvi cancelled to see toji im not stupid

y/n: no comment 

satoru: cancel on him i promise u baby i will fuck u better and harder tn

your eyes widen at the offer. you recall a couple nights ago refusing a similar offer he texted you, but this time felt more serious. you want to see toji, but you also want to see satoru. you’re about to mull over the options before an image of a sick megumi pops into your forehead, and you immediately know you have to go to toji to at the very least see megumi and maybe read him a couple bedtime stories and help him with some missed homework. 

y/n: toji’s kid got food poisoning :( i feel like i should go see him but…let’s link tomorrow?

satoru: he’s using his kid to get pussy that is insane. but yes ok fine cya -_-

you chuck your phone outside the shower, and close your eyes. you try to think of things that don’t involve sexy moments with satoru or toji…or satoru and toji and instead think of how much extra studying you have to get done tonight since you’re opting to go to see toji. as always, you fail to think of anything else.

the timer for the soup you’re making for megumi beeps and you turn it off hastily, determined to finish up one last problem set before going to the kitchen. through some miraculous intervention (and advil), you were able to hunker down and solve through the problem sets you were supposed to solve with your study group and prepare a simple chicken soup for megumi. after five minutes, you check your work hastily, before deciding it’s enough for you to get full marks and sprint to the kitchen, which now smells like chicken stock and veggies and you hum. you’re excited for megumi to try the soup your mom had made for you whenever you had food poisoning. 

you go back to your room and finish packing your bags and picking your outfit for the night. since you’re  just staying indoors with toji, and the weather says it’ll be a pretty warm evening, you opt for your comfiest pair of fleece shorts and a well loved collegiate sweatshirt. you’ve perfected the art of a “no makeup” makeup look throughout the years, so you’re able to get by with just throwing your hair in a messy bun and calling it day. you quickly grab a large to-go soup container for the soup and pack your bags to head to toji’s place. 

you hate feeling like a child but just merely thinking of seeing toji after him being so distant with you yesterday has your heart doing cartwheels like you’re in fifth grade with a crush. you’re also excited to see a domestic toji in action in his fancy kitchen. maybe a bit too excited, you think, as you feel the wetness pool around your core. god, snap out of it already! the night hasn’t even started yet. 

you drive into toji’s 4-car driveway, only to see toji’s garage door open. huh, that’s weird. you normally park in his driveway (he’s asked you to so you’re not left walking to your car during the late nights when you babysit) so you pull up anyway, despite the confusion. you see toji’s head peek through the garage door inside and he looks…oh, he looks kinda upset. you’re about to get out of the car and meet toji but he starts to walk towards you, his face only softening a tiny bit, which is unusual. oh, something must’ve really annoyed him. 

you open your car door and get out halfway to talk to toji. “hey toji, you okay? what’s wrong?” your voice is laced with concern. once toji gets within arms length of you, you reach up and start rubbing his chest in an effort to sooth him. 

toji grunts, and quickly leans down to peck your lips. “sorry pumpkin, megumi just told me he signed up to bring brownies for his soccer potluck early tomorrow morning. n’ they gotta be homemade.”

you furrow your brows even more in confusion. you know about the monthly potlucks megumi has with his soccer team on the weekends, but there’s usually some silly theme to them (last month’s was barbie themed so everyone had to bring in something pink). you guess this time around the theme is homemade meals and treats. “what’s the issue? there’s still plenty of time to grab something from the store…”

“the issue is i wanted to use that time to cook something nice for my son’s insanely hot babysitter, y/n.” toji replies bluntly. 

“ohh~” it came out of you by accident, and you’re a little embarrassed as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “th-that’s fine toji. you don’t need to-”

“i wanted to…and then i wanted to eat her pussy for dessert.” his eyes darken and he smirks coyly. toji pulls your body closer to his and leans down to give you your first proper kiss of the night. your arms wrap around his neck, which he uses as a signal to deepen the kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth. you allow him and his tongue wastes no time exploring every inch of your mouth. you find yourself moaning into the kiss softly and tugging on his hair, until you hear megumi yell for toji from the garage. you both immediately snap back into a respectful distance apart. 

“daddy, i’m ready to go.” megumi says, his voice slightly tired. you grab your bag and soup container from your car and walk inside the garage to greet megumi, who’s eyes beam when they see you. he runs to you for a hug, which you gladly return with one hand. 

“hey there, kiddo. heard you were sick last night,” you say pityingly. 

“yeah i ‘frew up because yuji and nobara dared me to eat some weird smelling cheese from the cafeteria.”

you make a disgusted face. “megumiii, you have to stop doing stuff because you think it’ll make you look cool. it’s just gross.” you stand up and turn to toji. “i made him some chicken soup, it’s still warm so be careful but i think it might help him out.” 

toji thanks you and takes the soup and your bag from you. he tells you to wait out here with megumi while he quickly puts it inside the fridge. you turn to megumi sympathetically again. “how are you feelin’ now, bud?”

“i’m totally fine now!!!” he says very energetically, doing various dramatic stretches to supposedly “prove” that he was all good. “but…daddy’s mad because now he has to make brownies instead of dinner for us.”

“daddy will get over it, don’t worry.” you wink to megumi. “i’ll put in a good word for you. maybe i’ll even help you bake some brownies, kay?”

megumi’s eyes light up at the sound of baking a sweet treat with you, and it melts your heart. “really?! you mean it?!” you nod in response and give his cheeks a friendly pinch, causing him to laugh. 

“what’s going on, you guys talking shit about me?” toji walks into the garage, and you finally get a proper glimpse of what he’s wearing: loose slim fitted grey sweats and a skin tight compression shirt (that perfectly shows off his toned chest), which he’s currently covering up (to your dismay) with a black fitted quarter zip. it almost makes you forget about how he swore in front of megumi. almost. 

“toji! don’t say that word in front of your son, oh my god.” you playfully chastise him as you pretend to cover megumi’s ears. 

“fuck, my bad. megumi, don’t say what i say.” toji says without a care in the world. 

“shit!” megumi says out loud, and he’s about to say another word but you give him a disappointed glare, which makes him immediately stop saying more alleged swear words. “to be fair, i learn most bad words from nobara. she knows soo many…” okay, you need to dissect that later with him. 

you notice toji reaching for his car keys and you start protesting. “wait, toji, i can drive us. my car is already open and in your driveway anyway…” you’ve never driven toji anywhere, and it’s kind of exciting to potentially have that opportunity now. toji seems to hesitate for a bit, purely out of ego of letting the girl he’s sleeping with drive him somewhere, but acquiesces. you give him a bright smile before taking megumi’s hands and heading to your car. you get him seated in the backseat of your mini cooper, and megumi marvels at being inside your car for the first time. 

“woah! this car is so small and tiny and fun sized!” he says while laughing, and you ruffle his hair. finally, the first person to ever say something nice about the size of your car! 

you shut the door and see toji already on the passenger side furrowing his brows while looking at your car. you know this look. you’ve seen this look on satoru and suguru, and any guy who’s over 6 feet tall and is riding in your car for the first time. 

“pumpkin, i am not gonna fit inside here. let’s just take my car.” 

“don’t be dramatic, you’ll fit. everyone fits inside this car. now get in.” you huff, already getting settled inside and putting on your seatbelt. toji get into the passenger seat, and the sheer weight of his build causes the car to shake. he adjusts his seat and tries to get as comfortable as he can. you see his legs are bent in uncomfortable angles as he puts his seatbelt on. 

“this is the last time i’m getting in your tiny ass car, y/n. i feel like i’m about to die.” oh he called you by your name. he’s definitely hating this but…he did ignore you the whole day yesterday. sure, megumi was sick but it would’ve taken 10 seconds max to say that through text. 

you start to back out of his driveway and drive to the nearby target. “you’ll get over it. also, i was thinking…” you make eye contact with megumi from the backseat and give him a wink and he returns one as well. “maybe i can help megumi with baking brownies, too. and maybe we can just order takeout instead? spend the rest of time helping megs get his rest for tomorrow?”

you bite your lip and turn to face toji during a red light. you hate to sound cocky, but you know he can’t resist you when you’re looking at him like this, and you’re right. toji obliges, but swears he’s going to pay for dinner regardless, and you don’t object. 

megumi fills the car ride with random tidbits and stories from school and his sick day yesterday while you and toji entertain him. throughout the ride, toji alternates between holding your free hand and rubbing circles on your thighs while you drive, which you make a mental note of telling him not to do because it definitely distracts you from the road. 

at target, the three of you grab ingredients for the brownies pretty quickly, before getting in a moderately long line. while waiting, your eyes wander and see the cutest black lace bralette (pretty similar to the one satoru destroyed last night). you really want to check it out, so you quickly tell toji and get closer to inspect it. the beautiful lace designs are just so your style, and the price range is perfect, too. you make another mental note to come back and make satoru buy it for you. 

“like what you see?” toji’s voice startles you and you turn around quickly, and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “i think you’d look sexy in it, for what it’s worth.”

“th-thanks, toji. i might get it later…”

“you should get it now. i’ll buy it for you. after all, your bralette got ripped last night, right?” what. the. fuck?

the color drains from your face and if you weren’t feeling hot before, you sure are burning up right now. your throat feels dry and you start stuttering. “wha-what are you talkin’ abou-”

“the one that…god what was his name? satoru? yeah, the one that satoru ripped, right?” toji is fully smirking amusedly now, and you look like a deer caught in his headlights at his mercy. 

“h-how do you know th-that?” you say, your eyes widening at your (slutty) night out being caught by toji. 

“oh, sorry, i thought you knew. i called you last night, pumpkin, remember?” toji inches closer to you and his pupils dilate. your breathing gets more erratic and heavy. what? no he didn’t. or did he? oh my god. it hits you that you answered his call via your body movements with satoru and you didn’t know. and you didn’t bother checking your call logs this morning because there was no missed call from toji since you technically answered it. oh my god. 

“you made me so fuckin’ hard with that pic of your tits, y/n. i had to call you to help me get off, but it seems like you were too busy getting off too.” toji’s lips are inches from your ears, and you can feel his breath as he whispers in your ear, and it makes your eyes roll far back in your head. “i can’t lie, pumpkin, your moans while he was playing with you…” toji groans and you dare to look down his hips to see a tent forming in his gray sweats, making your breath hitch. “it made me so fuckin’ turned on that i just had to touch myself to it. but don’t worry, you didn’t miss much. i sent you a full video of it, too.” 

you have to bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning in the middle of the women’s section of target out of all fucking places, but you let out the tiniest whimper that only toji can hear. 

“don’t worry, pumpkin. i’m not mad you were with someone else. you’re such a needy slut who needs to be taken care of, and when daddy can’t help, you have to find your own way, isn’t that right?” he grabs your jaw roughly and forces you to make eye contact with him. “answer me, pumpkin.” he says more forcefully. 

oh, you are so finished. you are done for. your panties are a complete mess and you wish you had brought a second pair with you because they are just ruined. you swallow before answering toji with a shaky “yes daddy.”

toji releases your jaw, but not before giving your lips a quick peck that leaves you wanting more. way more. he squeezes your ass, which you don’t expect and let out an unfortunate and embarrassing squeak, causing a handful of people nearby you guys to turn around and wonder about the noise for half a second. toji grabs the bralette and heads back to the line where he made megumi wait with the cart. you take a moment to yourself to process the information toji revealed and get your breathing under control before heading back. you feel like maybe you should be upset about this, but…it’s just turning you on? those forbidden feelings you’ve been having about satoru and toji taking you at the same time are bubbling to the surface with toji’s confession, and you force them down unsuccessfully. toji’s a fuckin’ freak but that just turns you on even more. 

in the car, you’re still unable to properly hold a conversation with megumi and toji properly because of how flustered you are. you crack a window open, and you bite your lips so hard that you’re sure you bruised them when toji places his hand on your thigh again. a mangled moan gets stuck in your throat and you cough quickly to cover up any suspicion. 

“s-so, what are we gonna do for dinner? t-takeout? where?” you stutter, quickly trying to regain your composure. 

“i want taco bell!” megumi yells excitedly from the backseat.

“megumi, y/n is our guest here. we can’t just take her to taco bell. think of a nicer place than that. what about panda express?” toji turns around to chastise megumi, but his hands are still firmly gripping your thigh. 

you cough again and wish you had a bottle of water to help your dry throat. “i love taco bell! let’s go, it’s okay,  toji.” you press to start the car ignition, and ride to taco bell is anything but silent, with megumi talking about the countless items he wanted to get from taco bell, and toji dissuading him from doing so. 

“even if you’re feeling better, why in the world would you want to eat a chicken crispanada? who even told you about that?” toji asks exasperatedly. 

it’s probably yuji, he’s always eating something weird.

“yuji told me about it.” megumi says without missing a beat, causing you to smile. by the time you pull up to the taco bell drive-thru, toji has talked down megumi to reduce his never ending list of taco bell items, but not by a lot (“he’s a growing boy!” you told toji). 

toji does the honors of remembering everyone’s orders and responding to the cashier when he asks what the order is. “yeah, uh, hi, can we get 5 crunchy tacos, 1 mexican pizza, 1 chicken crispinada…”

“CINNABON DELIGHTS!” megumi interrupts from the backseat. 

“yeah, uh, the 12 pack cinnabon delights…” toji looks over at you to get your order. you whisper to him you want a crunchwrap supreme and he frowns when that’s the only thing you want. “you gotta have something else, pumpkin…” he encourages. you know you probably should, but there’s no way you can eat as much as him and megumi, which makes you hesitate. 

“i just don’t think i can finish another thing by myself…” you say quickly, knowing the cashier might be getting annoyed at how long it’s taking for you guys to order, but toji doesn’t seem to care. 

“we can split some nachos, yeah?” toji squeezes your thigh reassuringly, and you smile and nod. 

“yeah, and maybe a nacho bell grande? that’s all for us.” the cashier sounds bored and he tells you guys the total and asks you to pull to the front. in the front window, the bored cashier’s expression immediately changes when he looks at you…wait. not you. 

the cashier immediately straightens up and adjusts his shirt. he looks almost nervous as he reads out loud the order you guys have, but stutters every time he looks up and makes eye contact with…toji. he stutters out the total, and toji smirks at him while he takes out his wallet and pulls out his card, passing it to you to pass to the cashier. the cashier hesitates to run his card, and it looks like he’s deep in thought before he starts to speak, this time more confidently. 

“um, actually, sir, we’re having a new promotion if you’re interested…”

toji hums in response. “and what’s that?” he asks it so sensually that you have to do a flabbergasted double take between the two of them. is this what you think it is?

“you see, the meal’s on the house…in exchange for your number.” the cashier coyly returns a smile to toji, not breaking eye contact with him, and as a result, totally ignoring you and megumi in the car. you sneak a glance behind you at megumi and you’re surprised to see him looking completely bored and unamused by what’s happening. 

“gimme a pen and the receipt and you got it, sugar.” toji’s response is a bit too quick for your liking, but you’re still in shock as a quickly jots down his digits before handing the receipt back to the cashier and pocketing his card. the cashier winks at him as you drive up to the second window for your food and toji looks completely unphased by what just transpired. you turn to look at him incredulously, with wide confused eyes and your dropped. 

“what…was that?!”

“jealous? don’t worry about it, pumpkin. not the first time someone’s asked me  my number for a free meal.” he chuckles, still nonplussed about the entire interaction. 

you shake your head, baffled. “w-what? so you’re telling me multiple are just? into you like this? also i’m not jealous!”

toji shrugs and grins. “guess so. i mostly care about the free meal, and currently, my eyes are for you.” he assures you by squeezing your hands quickly and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. 

you laugh at how absurd it is. no way he’s flirting with cashiers for a free meal. you make a mental note to tell shoko about it later, even though you know it will just fan the “toji doesn’t have a job” flames even more. “oh my god, you’re a slut! you, like,  just give it up real easy, huh?” you tease, but you make sure to mouth the word “slut” so megumi can’t hear the foul language. 

“you’re one to talk,” toji says, and you both laugh as you get your food and drive home quickly before the food gets cold. 

at toji’s place, toji helps set the dinner table for megumi, while you offer to start on the brownies since you weren’t as hungry. toji sits at the dinner table with megumi, and you both entertain him and his jokes and stories as he eats his dinner hungrily. after a particularly disgusting story about yuji eating a worm on the playground (“this is why you’re getting food poisoning so much, megs!” toji says while you chastise him once again about the dangers of peer pressure), you can feel megumi’s voice get lower as he gets more tired. it makes sense – he had a rough day yesterday, and so he’s more tired today. 

“someone’s sleepyyyy” you sing and lightly tease megumi, as you fill up a cup of water for him. 

“i’m not! i’m very awake and i can watch-” megumi is interrupted by his own yawn which he fails to hide from either of you. “i can watch some tv. i need to watch more euphoria…” he pleads. 

“what is this show you’re watching?” toji questions, looking at megumi quizzically as he starts throwing away trash from megumi’s dinner. your eyes widen and before megumi answers, toji cuts him off. “doesn't matter. no tv for you because your body needs to recover and you need to sleep early tonight.”

megumi pouts so hard that tears begin to brim his eyes. “but this isn’t fair,” he whines. 

toji picks him up with one arm with ease (did his biceps get even bigger?). “tell you what, you go to sleep early, and let me and y/n bake your brownies for you. and i promise you i’ll let you have a brownie for breakfast tomorrow morning.”

you shoot toji a frown. you always try to prep some overnight oats or pancakes or something more balanced for megumi to have in the mornings after you leave, but you know toji has to lose some battles to win some to avoid a crying temper tantrum tonight. toji shrugs as he looks at you and throws the remaining trash away, as megumi immediately cheers up hearing about his impending brownie breakfast. 

toji turns to you. “gonna put him to bed, be right back, pumpkin.” he gives you a quick wink which sets your heart ablaze, thinking about what the rest of the night will hold. your dinner is probably cold but you don’t care as you’re back in the target clothing section, toji’s words sending a chill across your spine and drying your throat. you both haven’t gotten alone time since then, and, as much as you hate to admit it, you feel yourself getting wet through your panties. 

you take a seat after setting out  the ingredients for the brownies on the granite counter, and have to cross your legs to prevent your thoughts from getting too dirty too fast…

[minibeth]

soon you’ll get better (but it’s chronic) part 1

fandom: percy jackson

characters: Nico, Percy, Annabeth

about: Nico has a sudden onset of a chronic illness and struggles to get a diagnosis

summary: Nico faints in the dining pavilion

word count: 632

notes: post TLO, eventual solangelo

ao3 link: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/

Nico di Angelo knows that something is wrong with him.

Why won’t anyone listen?

Nico was used to feeling fatigued. Shadow traveling would leave him exhausted, and usually, he would sleep for a day or two, and wake up feeling right as rain. Until one day, when he got out of bed and felt his heart start racing. Okay. He was okay. He was probably just drained from using shadow travel to run an errand for Chiron the other day. Nico started to get ready to walk over to the dining pavilion and meet Annabeth, who had left a note for when he got back asking to talk to him. He walked across his cabin to the ornate dresser that held his clothes. However, after a few steps he stumbled, feeling his vision blur for a moment. That’s strange. Nico never continued to feel woozy after he’d slept and replenished his strength.

Nico sorted through his drawers before reaching down to pick up the hoodie he’d worn the previous day off the floor. When he stood up again, his head swam. He could hear his heart thumping loudly in his ear. Geez, I get it, you can slow down now. Nico slumped to the floor and felt his wrist at his pulse point. He wasn’t exactly a child of Apollo, but Nico was pretty sure that his heart wasn’t supposed to beat that fast. Nico grabbed a half-empty water bottle from his nightstand, drinking the remaining water in two large gulps. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his hoodie and stood up slowly, steadying himself before walking out of the cabin. I’ll take a nap after breakfast. I just have to make it through breakfast.

When he got to the dining pavilion, Nico noticed Percy waving at him from a table, where Annabeth sat next to him. Nico slid onto the bench across from them, noticing that the couple had already filled their plates.

“So, Nico, I was thinking that you could help me with some renovation ideas I have for Cabin 13. Could you come by after we eat and give some blueprints the go-ahead?” Annabeth glanced at him as she methodically buttered her toast.

Nico blinked in surprise, then quickly worked to keep his face from showing any disappointment. “Uh, yeah, I can do that.” There goes my nap. Nico loved her, but Annabeth had a talent for making 5 minutes turn into 5 hours when she was talking about her designs.

Percy groaned in faux irritation. “She’s been working on those blueprints for forever.” He took a bite of his blueberry muffin and shook his head. “I’m losing my girlfriend to your open floor plan.”

Annabeth punched his arm. “That’s not true, Seaweed Brain! Are we or are we not having a movie night tonight? And don’t talk with your mouth full in front of my client! It’s very rude.” She winked at Nico, who gave a weak smile. “You’d better hurry if you want some food. I saw Travis and Connor heading over there, and they looked like they had something up their sleeves. Literally.”

Nico never had a large appetite, especially after shadow traveling, so he just willed his goblet to fill with chocolate milk and held it up to show Annabeth. “I think I’m okay with this. I’m probably too late to avoid bugs in my eggs, anyway.” Annabeth’s brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything.

Nico drank his milk and waited for Annabeth to finish, so they could walk together to Cabin 6. When she and Percy got up, he swung his legs over the bench and stood up quickly. That was a mistake. Nico lost his footing and stumbled, gripping tightly onto the picnic table for support. His heart was pounding again, faster now. Is this what a heart attack feels like? His airway wasn’t obstructed, but he could hear himself gasping for breath. Nico felt like he was having an out-of-body experience, watching himself struggle to stay upright. As if on cue, his legs buckled, and he fell back, falling into someone. Nico struggled to keep his eyes open as he heard voices talking over each other, but was unable to distinguish what was being said. He could feel his eyelids fluttering as his head lolled back. Someone started shaking him and saying something, but Nico ignored it as his consciousness quickly faded. One little nap wouldn’t hurt. And he was so…so…tired.

[zuleyhasposts]

Stand By Your Man (Negan/Reader)

Chapter Seven - Crying.

“We need to talk.”

As soon as you heard those words from her, your stomach dropped. Almost two hours ago you were sleeping with Negan and now you found Sherry in front of you. You asked yourself if she was spying all the time along or if it was just a coincidence.

“About what?”

“About Negan.” She said, not stopping for a second to look into your eyes.

And it was for this reason, by the look on her face, that you understood she wasn’t angry. She was more sad, and her red eyes were another proof that meant she had been crying not very long ago.

You didn’t want more people to hear your conversation, so you opened the door and waited for Sherry. She sat on your bed, waiting for you to join her by her side.

When you closed the door behind you, you hesitated for a moment before taking the spot on the bed next to her. You wanted to keep your distance, but today it wasn’t the case.

“What’s the matter?” You asked.

“I know we never spoke to each other, in fact we never had the chance to talk, but I think you’re the only one that can help me.”

You raised your eyebrow, unsure about how you could help Sherry considering that she was in a more privileged spot than you.

“I don’t know how I can help you, but tell me.”

Sherry’s grip on the edges of her black dress got stronger before she spoke again. “Well, he said that he wants to remove usーall the wives.”

You felt your heart dropping again for the second time. You talked about it with Negan not long ago and now Sherry was talking about it with you. So it meant that they also talked about it to each other. You bit your lower lip wondering what kind of help she wanted from you. Maybe she could ask you to stop seeing Negan and, if it was the case, you knew you couldn’t do it.

“Are you sure about it?”

“Yes,” she sighed, “I literally yelled at him because of it. He probably thinks that we can’t offer him anything more than sex and he is now bored of it. We are all scared because…you know how things are outside. I also don’t want to be a burden for Dwight.”

“I understand that you’re saying, Sherry, I really do, butー” you stopped for a second just to look at her, “but I still don’t understand what you’re asking me.” “I know you and him are getting to know each other, so I think he’ll be happier to know your opinion on the matter…”

For a moment you thought she was joking, she knew better that Negan is a very stubborn type and putting your nose in his business wasn’t something you weren’t really happy to do.

She kept talking and nothing prepared you for what you were about to hear. “Or maybe you could start avoiding him.”

You stood up fast from the bed, looking at her with a concerned face. “What?”

Sherry too decided to stand up from her spot, still very close to you. “You heard me. Maybe if you start avoiding him, Negan will start to take me in consideration again. He will take us into consideration again.”

You felt like you got punched in the face and in your stomach at the same time. The feeling of nausea was becoming so strong that you wanted to cover your mouth with your own hand.

You didn’t know what to say, even if your expression was loud enough for Sherry to understand everything.

“He’s a piece of shit anyways, in this way I’m also saving you from him.”

You blinked your eyes twice, confused. “Saving me?”

“Yes, saving you. I’m not lying when I say he is a piece of shit. I meanーlook what he has done to my sister and Dwight. Who knows how many innocent lives he killed. He is a monster.” Her tone was showing all the hatred she had for Negan.

“If he’s a monster, why do you need him?”

“Mind you, I wanted to run away, but it’s not the right time. This is why I still need Negan for a bit.”

You couldn’t say anything more, your head was pounding too much as if it was about to explode. You never took part in the slaughters Negan made towards the people against him. You always disapproved and he knew it, but he never forced you to follow him.

“I hope you understand.” Sherry said before leaving you alone in your room.

You were finally glad that the conversation was over. It was too much to bear on a morning where you were hungover. You sat on the floor, hugging your knees against your chest. You felt almost stupid to start crying for what happened. Sherry was right that Negan wasn’t a good person and it was better for you to keep your distance, but you knew there was something good inside him. You didn’t want to justify his actions, but you felt he didn’t like what he was doing too.

Tears felt warm against your skin. You weren’t ready to say goodbye to something - calling it friendship was probably too early - that was growing between you and Negan. You felt happy when you had another person to talk to, it made life less heavier in this condition, and now something was taking it away from you.

You stood up on the floor, deciding it was better to lay on the bed and sleep. You didn’t care that soon it would have been lunch time, your body was fighting with something else to think about eating and meeting the gaze of other people.

You hoped there were no dreams about Negan, or Sherry, or whoever. You hoped to not dream at all. It didn’t take much time for the contact between your body and the mattress to make you close your eyes and sleep.

It was a knock on the door that woke you up. You didn’t know what time it was but you could feel it was pretty late because no noise was heard from outside. You stood up and felt grateful when you realized that your head wasn’t pounding anymore, even if your heart still felt quite heavy. You tried your best to not think about Negan and everything that happened before, crying again wouldn’t have helped anyone. Especially you, you thought.

When you opened the door, you were surprised to see Simon in front of you. It was probably because tomorrow you had to go out to research supplies with the Saviours, meaning there was also Negan with them. Another tight squeeze was felt in your heart. There was no escape to avoid Negan, it was almost impossible.

“What the hell happened, sweet cheeks?” Simon looked at your face and he knew you cried for something, your red and heavy eyes were the most obvious thing at that moment. “I didn’t see you for lunch and neither for dinner.”

Fuck, you thought. You didn’t know you were capable of sleeping for so many hours. The sadness took control of your body.

“Oh, nothing, I just don’t feel very well.” You smiled weakly.

“Well, I hope this will make you feel better, but Negan said he wants to see you now.”

You felt the tight squeeze becoming too much to handle. You knew you were about to cry in front of Simon if he didn’t leave you quickly. How could you see Negan after what happened to Sherry?

“Can you tell him that I can’t go? No, wait. Don’t tell him anything, it’s something I’ll fix by myself.” Your voice was becoming sobbing, it was too difficult to control your tears and emotions all together.

Simon didn’t think twice to step in your room and to close your door. He let you sit on the bed next to him and waited for you to calm down before asking.

“C’mon, speak.”

You finally found the strength to speak. “Sherry came here this morning, and she started to talk about Negan.”

“And?” His hand patted slowly your back, to make you feel comfortable to speak about it, and it worked.

“She said if I could convince Negan to not remove the wives or if I could start ignoring him so he could go back to them again.”

Simon couldn’t deny the fact that he liked Negan taking stuff more seriously now. He never understood why he needed to make a role like the wife one if he wanted a simply fuck. Having more people to work would have been a good move to make the Sanctuary stronger. He shaked his head to put the attention over you again.

“And what did you say about it?”

“Absolutely nothing,” you admitted, “I feel stupid because I didn’t know what to say at the moment. But I don’t want to put them in danger because of me, Simon. I know out there there’s another reality, but…”

“Ehy,” he patted again your back, “listen to uncle Simon for once, okay?”

You nodded.

“Before coming into the Sanctuary, they had to survive somehow. Right? In a group, or alone, they had to survive before coming here. So you do actually think that Negan will always be there to save their cute ass?”

You looked surprised at him. You didn’t know about the fact that before they had to survive in one way or another. And if Negan wasn’t here anymore, who would have taken care of them? You bit your lip at the thought.

“I didn’t think about it…”

“You didn’t think about it because Sherry manipulated you and made herself look like the shitty victim that needs to be saved because she can’t have dirty hands.”

You laughed and the squeeze around your heart felt less tight. “You’re right, I guess.”

“Why don’t you stay here and think better about what you want to do? I can talk about it to Negan.”

“No, you don’tー”

Simon stopped whatever you wanted to say. “Trust me and don’t worry.” You watched Simon leaving your room and you were alone again with your own thoughts. This time they didn’t hurt like before, but there was still a bitter taste in your mouth. Something that made you think you were selfish to make the decision to still see Negan. As you kept thinking, you waited for whatever thing Simon wanted to do.

He didn’t know why he was doing all of that. On one side he cared about you, like a little sister with no experience in the fucking world. On the other side he thought that in this way he could have gained more power for helping Negan. He didn’t even knock on the door, he had to make everything more dramatic like a film scene.

“Why the fuck didn’t you knock, Simon?” Negan looked away from Lucille, he was cleaning it before Simon stepped in.

“She probably doesn’t want to see you tonight.” Simon said while he sat on the couch.

“Care to fucking explain?” A bit of anger was felt in Negan’s voice.

“Her eyes were red, like fucking blood. I asked what happened and she told me that Sherry came to talk to her this morning in her room.”

Negan didn’t need to hear more before grabbing Lucille and leaving Simon alone in the room.

He laughed and put himself in a more comfortable position on the couch. “Another problem fixed.”

If Negan was already pissed for what happened with Sherry this morning, now he was in a full rage. He walked towards your room, not caring of the scared looks people were giving him when he passed by. If Sherry was thinking she could fuck everything up, she was completely in the wrong. This was a matter that he would have taken care of later, now you were Negan’s priority.

You jumped out of the bed when you heard a loud knock on the door, it felt more like a bang. You wondered why Simon had to be so aggressive, didn’t he say he hated to catch the attention from everyone?

When you opened the door and saw Negan in front of you, you knew that there was no more escape from him.

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AO3 Link:

[rosemaidenvixen]

Halloween prompt idea:

Chapter 6 of a secrets worth from Jim's POV?

That chapter lives in my head rent free. It's literally one of my faves to go back and reread.

Jim was still laughing, all of them were, as they walked out of the dark theater into the bright lobby. He really shouldn’t make a hobby of theater hopping, for a lot of reasons, but he was really happy they’d done it today.

“Glad you decided to stay later this time,”

He started and glanced over in confusion.

Toby grinned up at him “Dr. Lake probably won’t be too mad at you for breaking curfew, just make her some of your famous spinach puffs and she’ll get over it,”

Jim stopped completely to turn and look at Toby directly “What are you talking about? It’s only three, I’ll be home in plenty of time,”

By now their whole group had stopped, the girls all turning their heads to silently watch his and Toby’s conversation.

Toby raised an eyebrow at him “No dude, it’s four thirty,”

The beginnings of something uncomfortable squirming in his guts, Jim slowly pulled out his phone “It can’t be that la-”

Jim froze, heart seizing up middbeat, staring down at his phone, brain refusing to accept what his eyes were seeing.

4:27pm.

He blinked, hoping desperately it was a trick of his mind and that after a few moments of staring it would go away and he’d see the real time.

It didn’t, the glowing numbers remained static, showing that the time was indeed four twenty seven pm.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, an icy chill spreading out across his whole body and a roaring sound in his ears–

Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder “Don’t worry, I’ve broken curfew a few times, your mom might be mad but it’s n--”

The touch and the voice snapped him out of his paralyzed trance.

He had less than fifteen minutes until he changed. 

He needed to get out of here now.

Sprinting away from the group, he rushed out the doors and made a beeline for his bike. Frantically trying to tear it free from the rack with badly shaking hands.

Had to go get out now before anyone sees–

“Hey, where’s the fire?”

Hearing Darci’s voice, seeing the four of them walking up out of the corner of his eye, Toby’s face pinched and strained, made his already pounding heartbeat ratchet up tenfold.

He couldn’t let anyone see, he couldn’t let them see. Getting hunted down and dragged away was bad enough, but to have his friends see him like that. To watch their eyes widen and faces twist up in horror as they saw the monster he really was –

Jim didn’t think he could take that, ever.

Despite his trembling fingers he finally managed to undo his bike lock and pull it free “Sorry but I really need to leave right now,”

He didn’t stick around to listen to Mary’s shout of alarm, in too much of a rush to even put on his helmet. His mom’s lectures about bike safety drowned out by the frantic drumming of his heart.

There was only fifteen minutes left until he transformed. Less now since it had been a while since he’d looked at the clock. It was ten minutes from the theater to his house by bike…

This was going to be close, so close, if he slowed down by so much as a second it would be game over.

Jim was so singularly focused on peddling his bike as fast as possible he was nearly to his cul de sac before he noticed–

The others were following him on their own bikes.

His already pounding heart shot straight up into his throat but he didn’t dare slow down. Too keyed up to even feel relieved when he pulled up to his house. Ditching his bike on the lawn and sprinting towards the front door. 

Ripping it open, Jim darted inside and slammed it behind him without slowing down for a second. A creak of the floorboards had him glancing to the right to see his mom was right there in the living room, sitting on the couch with her phone in a death grip, expression gaunt and skin chalky. As soon as she spotted him equal measures of relief and anxiety washed over her face as she stood and stepped towards him.

“There you are, Jim what–”

Both of them jumped as a pounding sounded just on the other side of the front door.

Jim stared at it in horror, insides twisting in on themselves, then a second round of pounding noises had him racing into the kitchen and ducking behind the counter.

He was in his own house, his own home with his mom right there. But he couldn’t calm down, the booming in his chest and ears and jittery energy all over his body refusing to dissipate.

He was faintly aware of soft noises echoing in from the front room, his mom trying to shoo Toby and the others away, making the pressure in his chest ten times worse.

What did they think of him? Running off like this? Acting like a crazy pers–

Jim jerked and swallowed a gasp as the change washed over him. The roaring in his ears was now ten times louder, and his clothes had to be at least twenty times tighter and it was not comfortable at all.

As unpleasant as it was, the sensation of his too tight clothes straining and pinching into him did help ground him somewhat. He was still freaking out, but he was a lot more present in the here and now than he had been ten seconds ago.

A slam of a door, click of a lock, rapid footsteps and then his mom was walking into the kitchen. She leaned heavily into the counter across from him. Her entire body rocked by deep, shuddering breaths.

After what had to be a solid minute she finally turned towards him.

“What were you thinking? I must have called you over a dozen times!” 

Hearing her desperate tone a wave of guilt rose up alongside the existing panic inside him “I…I’m sorry, the others wanted to sneak into another movie, and I lost track of time, and my phone was off–”

Barbara sagged against the counter, as if just standing upright took all the strength she had.

“Jim I’m glad you’re going out and having fun with your friends, but you can’t just let yourself get careless like this. If you want to be independent you need to manage your time better,”

“I– I’m sorry,” despite his new size his voice was small “I just– I didn’t think–”

“Do you have any idea how close you were cutting it!”

Jim jerked back in surprise, shirt ripping from the sudden motion. He couldn’t remember his mom sounding that scared, ever. He didn’t know how to respond.

And based on the look on her face, neither did she.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry…” Barbara glanced down, seeming to notice his tattered clothes for the first time “Stay here, I’ll get the scissors,”

He managed a nod in response, slowly getting to his feet while his mom pulled the scissors out of the pencil jar.

Despite the panic, shock, and guilt still coursing through him, there was still a part of him that rankled at the idea of his mom helping him undress like a little kid. But his clothes were beyond ruined, and there was no way he could get out of them on his own.

Barbara stepped up to him, scissors in hand, and Jim held out an arm in permission.

There would be repercussions from today. There was no way he could run out on his friends like a crazy person without any consequences.

But he was home, he was safe, his secret was safe. Whatever fallout would come he would take it. However bad it was going to be, Jim knew today could have ended far far worse.

His mom looked up to him, the pain in her gaze saying more than words ever could, then slid the scissors under his sleeve and snipped.

[liberacesghost]

Day 3 -- Drunken Love Confession

warnings: drinking (obvs)

pairing: hotch x reader, hotch x y/n

word count: 423

a/n: whew barely made it!! i had so many ideas for this one, but ultimately ran out of time. this is the shortened version -- i will post the longer version later when i have the time. so if it feels rushed, it's cause it very much was lol hopefully you'll enjoy it regardless <33

“It’s not that simple, Dave and you know it”, you hear the slightly slurred, slightly muffled voice of your boss say. 

You’ve never seen him - well, technically at this moment you can’t see him since they are around the corner from you -  this drunk before. But with how much you had all been drinking that night, you’re not surprised. 

Before you continue to stumble your way to the bathroom, you hear Rossi, who also sounds worse for wear, “And why not, Aaron? Why couldn’t you just tell her how you feel?”

This stops you in your tracks. Heart rate picking up, you stay right where you are. You know you’re eavesdropping and it’s wrong, but you literally could not care less in this moment. 

To say that you had a “thing” for your boss would be putting it mildly. 

You knew from the beginning he was going to be a problem for you. You tried to not think about your boss in any way other than strictly professionally, which lasted a grand total of 7 and a half minutes. 

Fast forward a couple of years and a ton of close proximity later, and what had started off initially as lust for the man had manifested into something completely different. Little by little, day by day, the lust and school-girl crush had morphed together and blossomed into something more. You’re not sure when exactly these feelings had started, but that one thing was for sure: you could love this man. That you did love this man. 

Holding your breath for Hotch’s answer, you stay as still as you possibly can in your drunken state. 

“And say what?” Hotch practically scoffs. “‘Hey Y/N, I know I’m your boss and I’ve never even hinted at my feelings toward you, but I love you, let’s get dinner?’ Get real, Dave.”

Love. Aaron had said he loved you. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re almost afraid that they can hear it.

“Love? Aaron, I didn’t -”

Aaron cuts him off before Rossi can finish his sentence. “Yea, that’s because no one was supposed to know.” Hotch finishes quietly.

You lean heavily against the wall, feeling a little weak-kneed. You release a breath you weren’t even aware you had been holding, letting your head fall back against the wall. The words from his impromptu confession wash over you, and you just can’t help the huge smile that breaks out across your face. 

You guess you were going to have to do a little confessing of your own soon.

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a/n: so it doesn't end there but for the sake of getting this one in on time, i stopped it. like i said, i'll post the longer one later just for the sake of having the complete one out there anyways, thanks for reading <33

[looneyaddy]

DRASTORIA FIC.

I probably looked like a mess striding through the halls right now. I can feel my braids coming loose but I didn’t care, after each second passed there were fewer and fewer people pervading the corridors. Little people lingering meant fewer shoulders to bump into. Shockingly enough, that did not help me get to my classes faster.

Minutes passed and I still didn’t have a clue where I was going. I was starting to panic. My heart pounded at an increasing rate and my hands began to tremble as I passed wall to wall. I hated the way all the portraits were staring at me like a lost puppy. I needed Theodore to help me.

I was pacing so fast in the empty halls I wasn’t even watching where I was going. I bumped right into someone unexpectedly. I looked up and found that I ran right into Malfoy. Literally.

“Sorry,” I muttered quietly. He just held out his hand. In his palm was a familiar-looking ribbon. It was my ribbon that held my braids together earlier. The color was green, a shade of dark green that was the color of a dense forest. Malfoy seemed to be just as curious as I was.

“It fell out of your hair.” Malfoy said emotionless, “I was trying to catch up to you but you were too quick to catch.”

He said his last word like a joke. I didn’t laugh. I was still out of breath and I bit startled that I’d bumped into someone in the first place.

“Oh…” I mumbled, reaching my hand out to take it just before he swiped it away from my reach. I immediately stood up a little straighter with my eyebrows in a frown.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Malfoy smirked.

“Shouldn’t you stay out of other people’s business?” I bit back.

Draco wasn’t phased one bit. He just continued to study my declaration with a grin.

I reckon he’s judging me right now.

“Mind giving me my ribbon back?” I asked in a hurry.

The blonde just shook his head, “Of course. Turn around.”

I glanced up at him, confused. I still turned around being the curious girl I am.

I immediately felt relaxed when I noticed the third year touching my hair. The moment was still intolerable, and the feeling of standing up straight was painful to my neck, but it was the only way he could reach my head. The agonizing silence kept baring at my ears, and I had to keep my lips pressed in a firm line as I felt his fingers intertwine strands of my dark hair. Now I can feel the fabric of the ribbon on my neck as he steps away, and I turn around swiftly, my cheeks bursting with red.

If I didn’t get to class soon, I know I’ll be left with a detention.

“It looks like you’re memory has a stain of forgetfulness,” Malfoy taunted, his grin making his face even more punchable than it already was before.

I couldn’t think about that though, he’s just reminded me that I’m going to be entirely late if I don’t make it.

“Need some help?” Malfoy considered.

I shook my head frantically, about to take a step but once again, the blonde stopped me again.

“Don’t lie, Greengrass. It’s a nasty habit you and your sister share,” He presumed.

What is with everyone comparing me and Daphne?

I let out a breathy laugh, “How are you supposed to help me when I don’t even know where I’m going?”

Malfoy is still grinning. A very aggravating grin of his, “That problem can be fixed,” He mentioned. “You’re supposed to be on the second floor in Defence Against The Dark Arts with Professor Lupin.”

“Oh- How would you know that?” I’m even more startled than before, I’m starting to think I have a schedule glued to my forehead.

Maybe he’s stalked me before? What happens if he’s plotting to kill Daphne and he’s using me as a tool!

“I keep a close eye on my friend's schedules,” Malfoys voice was calm as a day in June and it could’ve put me in awe if I wasn’t so surprised.

“I’m your…Friend?” I spoke.

“Well," He paused."You’re Daphne’s little sister,” Something was harsh about the way he said it. It was like a slap in the face or a punch in the gut.

Oh. So that’s what they think, huh? Daphne’s little sister.

[little-yla]

: : the right person ☆

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genre: fluff

warnings: nothing exc for a bit of cursing

word count: 963

a/n: my first time writing so please dont judge😭😭💔 if u liked this story, feel free to request more!! 🫂🫂 ( jeonghan is such a green flag )

this is part 1, part 2 is coming soon

You were paired up with Jeonghan for a math project, you didn't know much about him except for the fact that he was popular amongst the girls in school. He showed absolutely no interest in the girls, they thought he was into men because of that reason. Despite being absolutely gorgeous, you had no interest in him. You never saw what he had, you thought he was just a regular boy. Not until you were paired up together. That feeling ended quickly as soon as you interacted with him more. You finally understood everyone, but you had to clear your mind.

"Y/n, pair up with Jeonghan." your teacher says. You gasp as you saw your classmates glancing at you, they looked like they were about to chase you like a dog. You slowly walk to his table to have a chat about the project, being scared because of all the stares but you then get to his table. "You scared, huh?" Jeonghan asked, he could tell by your awkward face. You answered, "Well, you could say that, I guess." while giggling a little. He laughed at you, but he understood why. He gave you his number to ask for help, even for things other than the project.

You both discuss the project, and you catch yourself smiling the whole time while chatting with him. Were you developing feelings for him? But then the bell rings, it is time for you to go home. As soon as you got home, you had the urge to text him, but you noticed that he had texted you first.

jeonghan: hey, do u wanna meet up at the cafe near the town's library tmr?? so we can work and have little chats, it was fun

y/n: oh yeah suree, what time?

jeonghan: does 2pm sound good 2 u?

y/n: yep

jeonghan: alright c u tmr <33

Did he just give you a heart? Your heart was pounding so fast texting him, you figured it was because he was the first ever boy from school you texted. Well, you were wrong about that.

The next day, you woke up at 11:24 am. Your alarm was ringing so loud, but you quickly woke up as you remembered about the important meet-up. You greeted your cat, Toro, and got some milk from the fridge. You had some breakfast and took a shower, thinking about him every single second. Opening the closet was a bad choice, you did not think about what outfit you would wear, and you panicked so hard. It was 12:48 pm, you had 1 hour and 12 more minutes left, you couldn't possibly finish that fast. You chose to wear a cute dress with the cardigan your mom bought, and did your makeup a little faster than usual.

You drove to the cafe and saw him waiting for you, he waved as you saw him. "When did you arrive?" you asked, he had arrived at 1:30 pm. You apologized for being a little late. He replied, "It's fine, I wouldn't mind waiting longer for you." He surely was a sweetheart, a literal woman's dream. After discussing the project and finishing it, you guys decided to spend more time together. Were you really hanging out with the most popular boy?

You went to play games with him and found out he also played Valorant. He was happy he could find someone with the same interests as him. You found out he liked Bossa Nova and never dated once. "If you never dated anyone, then why don't you try dating someone that likes you?" you asked. He replied, "Well I'm waiting to find the right person for me, someone that likes me for me, not my looks." That got you interested in him, you wanted to find out more about him. After a long time of hanging out, you both went home.

jeonghan: heyy, i had fun w u today :)) lets hang out more

y/n: I AGREEEE, we should also vc and play valorant if u can

jeonghan: agreed, wanna hang out after school next week?

y/n: tuesday?

jeonghan: tuesday.

Wow, was he trying to test you? You had bad experiences with boys before meeting him, and you were hoping he wasn't like them. All I can say is that, I like him. You caught feelings for him, shocking. You had the urge to text him and call him. It felt too risky, you didn't want to seem obsessed. And again, he likes someone who likes him for him, not someone who craves looks.

A notification pops up, who is it from?

jeonghan: hey, wanna vc?? sorry if im asking u so late at night :(

y/n: nahh nw, lets call?

jeonghan: YAY

Your ringtone starts playing, seeing his name on the phone made your heart beat 10 times faster. Why was it easier to talk to him in real life? I can't even talk to him over the phone. You picked up the phone and heard his deep voice. "Sorry about my voice, I'm really tired right now." Jeonghan claimed. You replied, "Then why did you want to call me? You should go rest." He didn't want to rest, he wanted to call you and hear your voice.

You spent a few hours talking to eachother and playing games, hearing him curse for the first time. "Ohh, we're fucked. WAIT, I'M SORRY," Jeonghan panics, "You didn't hear that." You didn't mind, you revealed that you also cursed a lot. He was relieved, I'm guessing he has a curse buddy. Afterwards, you both decided to stop video calling and texted eachother instead.

jeonghan: thank u for today☹️☹️ i enjoyed it a lot

y/n: heyy dont worry ab it, u made today fun 😆☝

jeonghan: lets do this more, i dont need to stop my cursing for once

y/n: YKW ME TOO, everyone around me js hates the idea of cursing

jeonghan: well i get why, anyway see uuuu tmrr. sleep well and goodnight

y/n: gooodd night <33

[shorkbrian]

What are your thoughts on the yandere purge? :> if it’s not too much trouble, could you write about izuku and his darling, both such… obsessive people . the only difference is darling is obsessed with, you know, not dying where dekus more obsessed with the anxiety ball pacing her home an hour before the purge. Thank you!

oh my GOD the yandere purge is the hottest thing! I can't recall who originally created it but oh my-oh my god theyre so smart.

(Truth be told tho I know I'd be fine if it was a legit irl thing cause no one would want to nab me and you know what? I'm okay with that)

(And it's never too much trouble!!! literally my pleasure wink wonk)

All Izuku can think about is you.

Pretty little you. Soft, sweet you. Beautiful, smart you.

Not smart enough to avoid getting taken, but that works out in his favor, and honestly? Izuku thinks it's kind of cute. Hates that he has to stress you out so much, like a scared little rabbit in a cage - eyes wide, heart pounding, body shaking slightly in fear.

But it's all worth it.

When he gets to cradle your face in his hands, place soft, delicate kisses all over your forehead and cheeks for the first time, taste your lips for real.

Izuku cums way too fast the first time he pulls you into his lap, your wrists tied lovingly behind your back despite the fact that you're drugged ever so slightly. It's just to make sure you don't stress too much, lash out and hurt yourself in your attempts to get away. You look adorable like that too, all sleepy-eyed and mumbly, aware of what was happening but not able to stop it.

"Oh, shhhh, it's okay baby. I'm right here, M'gonna take care of you, don't worry-"

"Wait a minute-wai-w-w-"

"Shhh, don't think, just feel." Izuku always soothes, rubbing your back, petting your sides. His scarred fingers slip between your legs so he can rub thick knuckles against your clit through your panties, and it drives you wild.

"'Gonna cum so pretty for me, yeah?" He looks at you with the softest expression you've ever seen a man make. "You're so perfect, so good."

-----

He's so much bigger than you are, yet treats you so gently. Soft rolls of his hips as he drives a too-thick cock into your pussy, holding your hands, kissing down your neck as he whispers declarations of love into the skin there.

You try to fight, kicking and wiggling and being as horrible to fuck as you're able, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice.

"Look at me, let me see that beautiful face." Izuku is patient enough to wait for a moment, but when you refuse to turn your face and look up at him, the green-haired man grabs your chin gently, turns your neck for you. "Stop closing your eyes and let me see you." He demands.

When you refuse, he starts drilling into you harder, with more force until it hurts. Your stomach twinges with the stabbing pain and you can't help but open your eyes, already sobbing.

"There she is-" And he's slowing back down again, only putting a few inches inside, grinding at an angle until he can find that little spot inside that makes you shake and moan.

He's gentle, but only if you listen and obey.

-----

As time goes on you bend, accepting his affection with tired resignation. He's just so insistent, you'd never be able to fight him forever.

But you still try, whining when you feel his heat against your back, a hand on your hip holding you steady as he ruts against your ass.

"Mm, I'm tired.... please, not tonight." But Izuku keeps going.

"Just let me....." His sentence devolves into heavy panting, and the man has to swallow down a mouth full of spit before he can speak again, the soft curves of your body turning his brain to mush. "I won't be... won't be long. We'll go right back t'sleep."

And he does, right after he slips his cock inside while you wince and clench your teeth, the man immediately groaning, spasming as warmth fills you. He cums so quick, always ready for more. But you were tired, and he loves you, so he pets your hair, kisses your shoulder as soon as he regains his breath, stops shaking.

"Sorry baby, you just felt so good, couldn't stop myself." And he never can when it comes to you. "Love you."

And it burns your ears to hear it.

[strawberryspence]

A Dinner and A Future

Fluff | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer just wants your first date to be perfect and surprisingly, it goes really well.

Word Count: 3,7k.

Warnings: some cursing, first date nerves, but that's it. just pure mindless fluff.

Writer’s Note: Hello! I've been going through a writing dry spell and the thing that solved it was writing this. I've been seeing a lot of edits on tiktok about Spencer's traumas and I just wanted to give him something simple and happy. I was also listening to Kodaline on repeat while reading this, so yeah it's going be hella sappy. Enjoy! <3

Gif is mine. Lesley Smith-Juniment, you have my heart.

Spencer is nervous.

Wait no, scratch that, nervous is not good enough. He was brimming to the edge with worry and queasiness. What other synonyms does nervous have? Spencer was antsy, anxious, perturbed, uneasy, at this point he can recite the whole thesaurus.

Spencer closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. He can do this. He has waited for this for a long time and he won’t waste it because of burnt pasta.

Okay, he looks back at the note that David Rossi himself wrote in his own special handwriting.

1. Cook 1 pound pasta until Al Dente. Boy Genius, Al Dente should be firm when bitten. You cook it on a boiling water with salt and oil. SALT AND OIL.

2. While that’s cooking, do nothing. LITERALLY DO NOTHING. Watch it. Do the sauce later. In some miraculous way, if you don’t watch the pasta you’ll burn it.

A grin spreads across Spencer’s face as he puts down the paper and reaches for the fettuccine pasta and dropping it on the boiling water (which he measured with measuring cups he borrowed from JJ)

“Okay, now I wait for it to boil.” Spencer stares at the pasta as it cooks. Did he buy enough parmesan cheese? or enough pecorino cheese? Oh no. He looks over the other side of his counter where all the (complete) ingredients sit and he sighs in relief as if he hasn’t checked it 15 times since he started.

The pasta was still cooking and isn’t going to be firm anytime soon. Spencer ponders if he should just cook the sauce while waiting but he knows he’s going to mess it up if he doesn’t give it his undivided attention.

He looks at the watch on his wrist as it ticks to 5:21. He has one hour, thirty nine minutes and forty six seconds. He still has time before the date. The date with you.

It took him nine months, Derek and Emily annoying him to death to just ask the pretty librarian out, one extensive background research from Penelope, two separate talks of the “You deserve to be happy” advice from JJ and Hotch and one lecture about marriage from Rossi to finally ask you out.

He’s kinda annoyed really because he spent so much time thinking about you and thinking of the perfect way to ask you out but he shows up at the library you work at one day with a cup of coffee in hand and his heart on the other.

You didn’t even hesitate. There was no pause to process what he asked, there was no questions following the embarrassing stumbling of the words, “W-will you go have d-dinner with me? L-like a date... Date?” You immediately said yes with a small hop and the biggest smile on your face.

This date has to be perfect. He asked you to come to his apartment at 7. Spencer would’ve picked you up but he was making you a home made dinner and the date was taking place on the rooftop of you apartment, which Penelope and Derek helped him decorate with lights.

He tries the pasta and when its finally firm to the bite, he takes this as his queue to read the paper again. Of course, he can remember all of the instructions but Rossi still wrote it down and reading it calms his nerves.

3. If its cooked, drain your pasta water but leave a little pasta water on the side. Then you can continue.

4. In a pan on MEDIUM heat (just around 2-3 on the stove setting) cook one pound diced pancetta and 1 cup chopped onions in olive. Put this down and chop chop!

Spencer puts the paper down as he follows the instructions to drain the pasta. After he was done with it he puts the pan on the stove and starts chopping up the ingredients he needs.

Cooking is strangely calming. He never thought he’d find it calming. He always found himself burning stuff. So he sticks to the microwaveable meals and fast foods, even if he knows the statistics about these kinds of food.

After finishing the chopping he reaches over the paper and reads it again.

5. Are you done? Okay. Put the chopped stuff on the pan with olive oil and cook it until the pancetta is browned and onions are soft.

He immediately follows the instructions written. The onion and pancetta create a silent hiss as it hits the pan. As it cook he looks down again.

6. That’s going to take a while, so leave it but stay by its side. I am giving you permission to do two things at once. Dr. Reid, please be mindful of it.

Spencer rolls his eyes before proceeding to #7.

7. Combine the two cheeses. Then divide it in half. Then pour the half into 4 egg YOLKS. Just yolks! The yellow ones! Then beat it lightly until its really combined.

He has already separated the egg yolks from the whites (a job he didn’t think would be that hard but was surprisingly very hard) before he started cooking. He adds the combination of cheeses to the eggs and lightly beats it as he watches the pan of onions and pancetta sizzle.

When done with the egg and cheese combo, he gives the pan a stir before looking back down.

8. Is the egg done? Yes? Good. Is the pancetta and onion good? Yes? Good.

9. Okay, now you put your pasta in the pancetta pan.

10. REMOVE IT FROM THE HEAT! REMOVE IT!

Spencer follows the instructions to the T. He puts the pasta on the pancetta, gives it a stir and immediately removes it from the heat. He sighs in relief. He hasn’t burned anything yet.

11. You haven’t burned anything yet? I am proud of you.

12. Now, pour the egg mixture into the pan and toss the pasta until coated. TOSS IT GENTLY. If you’re scared use tongs.

13. Pour about 1/4 cup of the pasta water I told you to set aside earlier. You don’t have to pour all 1/4 cup, just until you get the creaminess you want.

Spencer reaches over the nearest tongs. He’s not going to toss anything tonight that involves pastas or pans. He’s taking the safe road because he wants everything to be perfect.

14. Add the rest of your cheese! Toss some more and then add salt and pepper as NEEDED!

15. You can serve it with parsley.

16. Now, go take a shower and change into some cleaner clothes.

17. Just be you and have fun, Spencer. Goodluck! :)

Spencer smiles as he puts the paper down and makes the finals touches to the pasta. He starts doing what was instructed and it surprisingly, ends up in the perfect texture. Just like the one he tasted when Rossi had a pasta night.

He was proud of himself as he takes it off the stove and makes sure that all the stoves are turned off. There was this report he read in 2018, that cooking and leaving the stove open was the leading cause of home fires.

He takes the food, puts it into a fancy tupperware (another thing he borrowed from JJ) and puts it in the microwave. He cleans up a little and stuffs the pans and pots to the dishwasher, because you are coming in his apartment even for a second.

He starts getting himself ready for the date with a shower. As the warm water glides through his body he thinks of how funny life could be.

Spencer first meets you in the library. He has not slept well in weeks so instead he opts to go to the library to get some reading done. But as soon as he sits in one of the (surprisingly) comfortable leather chairs, its as if sleep knocks him out. It wasn’t until the closing time that you wake him up and he thinks that you were an angel sent for him. This elicits a giggle from you.

“I am sorry, I am not an angel. I am just the librarian and we’ve been close for over an hour now. I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like you really needed that sleep.” Spencer immediately jumps to his feet as he apologizes profusely to the kind librarian, “Oh, it’s okay! Don’t say sorry. I was also reading so I didn’t mind the peace and quiet.”

That’s how Spencer meets you. He comes back a few days later after a case with coffee, croissant and an apology. You immediately become friends and thats how all of this started. Spencer finds himself falling in love with the kind, gorgeous, clever librarian faster than he expected.

Every week after that, Spencer comes to the library with pastries and coffees for his favourite librarian and every week, you welcome Spencer with a warm smile and a new book for him to read. He can read it in one sitting but he reads it in the slowest pace he could so it can last for a week.

Spencer comes out the shower and stares at his closet. Should he go casual or formal? Casual or formal? Its just dinner, he’s chill and casual is the way. He picks one of the few plaid shirts that he has and puts it on with a white shirt underneath. He tries to brush his hair, it sits for a moment before it starts curling again. He cringes but leaves it be.

Spencer proceeds to the kitchen to start packing the food into a wicker basket (that he also borrowed from JJ, he basically borrowed her whole kitchen). He packs the utensils in a table napkin that comes with the basket. The main course for the date was the carbonara, and the dessert was a tiramisu Penelope made.

He reaches over his sofa where the bouquet of paper flowers are. He made it a few nights ago with Penelope’s help. He stayed up to make more of it with old books he found in the BAU.

Because what kind of flowers is the best flowers for librarians? Origami flowers made with old book pages.

He shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been friends for all the months that he didn’t have enough courage to ask you out. You’ve taken trips to old bookstores together for book hunting. This shouldn’t be different from your other trips.

The pitter patter of rain against his window takes him out of his thoughts.

“Shit! Is it raining!?” Spencer yelps, before opening the closed curtains. Beads of water runs down his windows and if its any other day he would love it. But not tonight, when he planned a rooftop date. He cringes as he thinks of the fairy lights hanged up and the table set up that is probably soaked now.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think, Spencer, think.” Spencer thinks fast. He finds the extra table cloth that JJ gave him because “Just in case.” He reminds himself to buy her a bottle of wine as a thank you. He places it in his small kitchen table before taking the utensils out of the basket and placing it on the table in a fancy way.

Candles. Does he have candles? Spencer scrambles around his kitchen, like a chicken without its head, looking for candles and he finds it underneath the kitchen sink. He lights some of it up and props it into some glasses (he doesn’t have a candle holder he realizes after lighting it up).

With the lights dimmed down leaving the light from the window and the light from the candles, his dark apartment gives off a romantic, kind of comfortable, vibes. It was kind of perfect because with the books on his shelves and the lighting, it actually has the same vibes a library gives off.

He was ready now, bouquet of paper flowers in hand. He can’t believe how smooth things are going, minus the damn rain. Only thing that’s missing is you.

A knock comes to the door and he instantly opens it. There you were, hair a bit wet and messed up from the rain.

His future was bundled up in a cozy cardigan and a pair of jeans right in front of his eyes and he didn’t even know it.

“Hi.” Spencer smiles.

“Hi.” You smile.

-

“A little to the right. No. No. Too much right, now give it a little bit to the left.” You sigh, your hand under your chin, “No, no, baby, its crooked.”

“Love, can we do this later? The pancetta is going to burn.” Spencer laughs as he climbs down the ladder with the frame.

“But you said you’ll help me with putting up the frames!” You pout at him, Spencer chuckles before kissing your nose, “I know but you also asked for my famous carbonara and I can’t do both at the same time.”

“Hmmm. I still don’t think you can call it yours when its originally Dave’s.” You follow him to the kitchen, zigzagging through the boxes of books you’ve both barely opened.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” He winks at you before giving the pancetta and onions a stir.

“It already smells good, love.” You snake your arms through his waist and lean your head on his back. Spencer lets go of the spatula and spins around to face you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Go unbox some of the books and I’ll call you when its cooked so we can fix the frames. Okay?” Spencer kisses the top of your head and lets you go.

You walk out of the kitchen to the hallway full of boxes full of books. You chuckle as you open the nearest box and its just full of chemistry books. You push it to the room where Luke, Derek and Spencer has built shelves for all of your books. An olive green couch sits in the corner beside the built in fireplace.

Hmmm. This is your home library but as a former librarian the dewey decimal is calling you. But then again, the books you and Spencer have doesn’t have classifications on them. You began unpacking the chemistry books and placing it on the shelf. You can hear the distinct hiss of the pan and Spencer humming Kodaline’s The One.

You push in another box from the hallway to the room and its another one of Spencer’s, this one full of philosophy books. You start unpacking it to the shelf below the chemistry books before stopping as you pull out a book that doesn't belong with the philosophy books. A smile graces your face as your hands glides unto it. It was the book Spencer bought for you on your first anniversary.

The Peter Pan cover is a bit tattered, it was an older edition he found in your favorite old bookstore. You open the book and Spencer’s messy writing greets you with nostalgia.

“We are most alive when we are in love. Thank you for making me feel alive everyday for the past year. Happy Anniversary, love. I live a full life as I love you fully.”

You smile at the book before hugging it to your chest. You sigh deeply as you looked around the room and how it felt so surreal to be in the new home you share with Spencer.

“Love, I am finish. Come meet me in the hallway!” You leave the book on the shelf as you hear Spencer calling you.

“Are you helping me with the frames?” You clap, excited to finally put up the frames. Spencer smiles as he sees you excited to put up the pictures.

“Yes, okay you need to tell me if they’re straight okay?” He instructs before climbing the ladder.

“To the right, just a bit. Oh! Perfect!” You scramble to reach for another frame as he comes down the ladder to move it, “Here! This one.” He climbs again and you instruct him with directions for the frame again.

After a few more frames, he finally comes down and looks at the frames you asked to be put up.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Spencer smiles down at you and gives your cheek a kiss as he wraps his hands around your waist, “It is. Thank you for framing them.”

The frames comes in different shapes and forms, the biggest one in the middle is the picture of your wedding day. Your wedding took place in a library you immediately fell in love with when looking for places to get married at.

In the picture, you were smiling, your head rested on Spencer's shoulder as he reads a Harry Potter book he found in the kids section. It was a candid moment, both of you running to the back of the shelves to get a moment to yourselves after the wedding and the photographer snapped it before leaving the two of you in peace.

Beside it are pictures with the team on the wedding day, some on thanksgiving, christmas, new year with the BAU team, some with your family, some with Diana and in the corner is a shadow box containing the paper bouquet that Spencer gave you on your first date, the same exact flowers that was in your hands as you walk down the aisle to him.

“So, how's the first six months of officially being a Reid-Y/L/N?” Spencer teases as he lets you go from the back hug to face you and you roll your eyes at him, “Oh very hard. They hear Reid and they immediately expect greatness.”

Spencer laughs, “Same as the last name Y/L/N.” This time your the one who laughs at his statement, “Uhhh. I am not the one with 3 PhDs and 3 BAs.”

“And I am not the one whose a New York Times best selling author.” Spencer laughs even more when he sees your nose crinkles, making his heart dance and swell in glee.

“Hey, let’s dance.” He takes your arms and leaves it on his shoulders as he wraps his arms on your waist.

“We don’t have music, you silly goofy boy.” Spencer rolls his eyes at the endearment used, “I’ll sing.” He hushes you down.

“You make my heart feel like it's summer when the rain is pouring down.” Spencer’s singing voice was soft and sweet in the edges. Most nights you lull him to sleep with your humming to keep the monsters at bay and some days, his better days, he’s the one who sings and these were the days you treasure the most.

“You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong, that's how I know you are the one... That’s how I know you are the one.” He sways you to the gentle buzz of his voice. You close your eyes as he sings the same song he sings to your ears on the dance floor for you first dance as a married couple.

“When we are together, you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable hmmm.” Spencer hums as he runs his hands on your back. Your head on his chest and your ear listening to the way his heart is beating for you.

“You know I never ever believed in love, I believed one day that you would come along and free me.” Spencer feels at ease as he sways and sings, knowing that he’ll have you in his arms for the rest of his life.

The song ends but you and Spencer continue to sway to the music of silence.

“Can you believe its been 4 years since our first date?” Spencer asks, in disbelief of how fast time is running when he’s with you. You pull away from his chest so you can face him. You find a small spark in Spencer’s eyes as he thinks fondly of the night.

“Really? 4 years since our first date got rained on and Penelope cried because we broke all her fairy lights?” Spencer laughs before protesting, “Hey! I paid for that!”

"4 years later and I still can't get enough of that damn carbonara." Spence cackles, like an evil villain, "Don't tell Rossi that I stole his recipe for my beautiful partner."

"4 years later and I am still completely in love with you." Spencer smiles as he leans down to place a small kiss on your temple.

"4 years since I almost completely lost my mind because I was so nervous about our date." You roll your eyes, "Love, our first date was perfect. We've had this debate how many times now?"

"19 times." Spencer answers and you pinch his nose before looking around the room that’s still full of unopened boxes, “See. We should probably eat lunch and unpack. Why do we even have so many boxes of books?”

“Honey, you were a librarian and you are a writer. I am a professor and FBI agent that can read 20,000 words per minute.” Spencer answers as he looks around the unpacked house.

You smile fondly at him before standing on your tiptoes a bit to reach him and give him a kiss and he immediately steadies you with his hands. Kissing you was intoxicating and Spencer loves every bit of it. You only pull away when the kiss finally takes away your breathe.

“I love you, Spence.” You smile as you hold his face in your hands, “I love you more, sweetheart.” He smiles at you as you untangle yourself from him.

“Let’s eat your famous carbonara and unpack the rest of our house. It doesn’t really feel like home when all we can see is boxes.” You giggle before dragging him to the kitchen, making Spencer sit on the island as you prepare the pasta he cooked. Spencer watches you as you sing and dance through the kitchen in one of his old cardigans.

He doesn’t say anything but you were wrong. Home is not four walls with unpacked boxes and hundreds of books.

Home was when you showed up bundled in a cardigan, wet from the rain for your first date with him and home is still you, four years later, bundled up in his old cardigans and singing songs that magically fills and heals the crevices of his heart.

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the recipe i copied for the famous carbonara!

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Choose Them Wisely

Declan Rice

She’s bringing Declan home to her dad for the first time. [Inspired by “Every Summertime” by NIKI]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DECLAN!❤️

“Baby, don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”

She knitted her brows, shifting her gaze from her own reflection in the mirror into Declan’s. The look on his face was enough to show how tensed up he was.

“Babe, you know it’s too late to back out, right?” She turned around on her heels, hands automatically went to Declan’s shoulders to straighten the small wrinkles on his jacket. “We’re literally forty five minutes away from my dad’s birthday dinner.”

Declan let out a heavy sigh as he tried to zip up his jacket. “I know, I know… Sorry,” he dropped his gaze to meet her eyes. “I’m just so nervous.”

A reassuring smile appeared on her face. “Dec, I know I’ve told you this so many times today but–”

“It’s gonna be okay,” Declan finished her words. She bowed her head as she tugged her lips a little bit wider. “Yeah, I know… It’s gonna be okay.”

But Declan was literally sweating bullets when they were on their way to her Dad’s. His left hand that she was holding was sweaty and he couldn’t stop tapping his fingers to the wheel. Even though he kept repeating the words in his mind, that everything was going to be okay, another voice in his head kept reminding him that he was going to meet her family for the first time – he had to make a good impression and had to be the best version of himself tonight. 

Declan was incredibly nervous and he completely looked like it. She had never seen him this nervous before; he never even looked this nervous when he had to play big games. She had tried to put his favourite songs on, put it on a comfortable volume, but it didn’t seem to help to ease his mind.

But somehow, seeing him nervous comforted her. It was not like she was happy that Declan was bothered by the anxiousness – she was happy because him being nervous meant that he took this seriously, just like she did.

“Hey,” she said, squeezing his hand a little bit to get his attention.

“Hmmm?” Declan responded but he was too focused on the road, he didn’t even glance at her.

“My dad’s going to love you. I know it,” she continued. “All of my family always say that my dad and I are alike. So what you have to do is just be you. Believe me, he’ll fall in love with you just like I did.”

Declan let out a little chuckle. His heart had been pounding harder and harder the longer he drove, but listening to her words—his heart was still pounding hard, but at least it felt more comfortable now. 

He nodded and squeezed her hand back. “I’m just glad he’s not a supporter of a rival team. Makes it easier…” He gave her a light shrug and she chuckled. “Well, even if he's a supporter of a rival team,” he glanced at her for a second. “I’ll still try everything to get his blessing. ‘Cause I’ve fallen really hard for his daughter.”

Her laughter erupted, making Declan smile. He drew her hand towards his lips and planted a little kiss on the back of her hand. What he’d just said might sound cheesy, but he meant it.

—

The first introduction went well. Her family gave him a warm welcome. Seeing that her dad was not as scary as he’d thought washed most of his nervousness down. Her step-mum was also as sweet as she’d told him, making Declan feel more comfortable to be the sweet man that he was since the moment they’d stepped into the house.

The dinner also went well. Her family asked them how they met, how they finally got together, asked Declan this and that, and the conversation went smooth and lively. Of course, football became one of the topics; they wanted to know more about his profession. Nolan, his little nephew, was the most excited about it—he wanted to be a footballer, and Declan had promised him to play football with him sometimes.

And as soon as dinner had finished, with all the make-a-wish, candle-blowing, and cake-cutting little ceremony, Nolan dragged Declan back to the living room to show him videos of him playing football.

She helped her step-mum and sister to clean the table and tidy up a bit in the kitchen. She was so glad that the two women were all smiles.

“I can see why you love this one, he’s a proper gentleman,” her step-mum said as she washed her hands in the sink.

“And I can tell that he’s different,” her sister added. “Really wise for a boy his age. Smart. Seems grounded too. You know, when you told me you’re dating a footballer, I couldn’t help but to imagine one of those cocky ones who didn’t actually know what they’re doing on the pitch, but acts like they’re on top of the world.”

She let out a little scornful laugh. “Yeah, I’ve seen them before, but I promise you, Declan is nothing like them.”

She believed that Declan was one in a million. He was the real deal. They’d been friends for years. Declan had always tried to get her, and it was not like she’d been playing hard to get, but she’d just been uncertain so she really took her time to get to know Declan before she finally became sure of both of their feelings.

She agreed with her sisters’ words, that he was different. Despite the young age of the relationship, she knew that her relationship with Declan was serious. It was part of the reason why she wanted Declan to meet her family; she wanted them to get to know the man she was madly in love with as soon as possible, and she was so relieved that they liked him too.

The one person that she was dying to know if they liked Declan, though, was her dad.

She left the kitchen and went out through the back door; she’d been hearing Nolan’s excited voice from the kitchen and now she figured out that the little boy, with her brother-in-law and Declan, was out in the backyard. Declan had got a ball on his hand—he flashed her a smile when he saw her standing by the door.

“I think Nolan is the most excited of us all to meet your boyfriend.” A heavy voice said from somewhere on her right. Her dad was sitting there. Alone, with a drink in his hand.

“Yeah, I guess so. He loves football a lot now, doesn’t he? He’s always in his football kit all the time,” she commented, remembering those times when Nolan video-called her wearing a different football kit each time. Her dad hummed in agreement.

“He’s got a new friend to play football with now,” he said. “I was surprised when you wanted to introduce me to your new boyfriend. That was fast. Haven’t you only been dating him for… Three? Four months? You usually took longer than that.”

“I don’t know, I just… I just want you to meet him before you move up to Leeds,” she took a seat on an empty chair on his left. “It would be hard to find the time when you’d move.”

He slightly nodded before taking a sip of his drink. Both of them were now staring at Nolan, his dad, and Declan who seemed to be having a lot of fun.

“You really love this one don’t you?” he asked after a while.

She set her eyes on Declan who was crouching down beside Nolan; it looked like he was giving him some serious advice on how to make a good pass and the little boy looked completely invested in it. That, what was happening in front of her, was one of the reasons why she really loved Declan—he was so good and patient with kids.

“Yes, I do,” she answered in full certainty. “It feels… Different.”

“I figured. You wouldn’t bring him home if it wasn’t different,” he paused and took another sip of his drink before settling the glass down on the small table between them. “But, as your father, I just want to remind you. Just because it feels different, don’t let yourself be blinded by it.”

She turned her head to him and he looked back at her not long after. There was a serious, kind, fatherly look on his face.

“Remember what I always taught you. Choose them wisely.”

She slightly tugged the corners of her lips, forming a small smile. To choose wisely from everything life had to offer you was something that her dad always taught her since she was little. That was part of the reason why it took her so long to finally decide that Declan was the person she wanted to be with.

“I think I did with him,” she slightly nodded. “I’ve known him for years and over those years… I knew he was trying to get me but I didn’t fully give him the chance. But he never left. And I just fell in love with him over and over again. Until one day I was sure to choose him.”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Nolan’s and Declan’s laughter caught their attention back—Nolan was running around with the ball and Declan was making the tiniest jog, trying to catch him, while Nolan’s father was filming it all.

“Do you think mum would love him?” she asked. A subtle smile made its way to her dad’s face at the mention of her mum. Mum had passed away when she was fourteen, her sister was seventeen. Mum didn’t even get to see her second daughter fall in love for the first time.

“If she was here, she would keep him occupied by showing him the old album photos, they would have a good laugh at your embarrassing photos from when you were little,” Dad answered; that subtle smile had grown wider. She nodded in agreement, her heart clenched as she imagined the scene Dad had just mentioned. “I think they’d get on very well.”

“Yeah… Mum would love him so much,” she let out a little sigh. “But how about you?”

He turned to her and she did the same to meet his gaze. She was a bit nervous. She’d been observing all evening—Dad looked like he liked Declan but she still needed the confirmation. 

“He’s a good one. I know one when I see one,” he said with a serious and calm voice. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

She felt so warm hearing that. Not only because she was relieved that her dad had just given her an approval, but also because it was the first time he’d ever said that about someone she dated.

Now she was sure that she’d chosen Declan wisely. She’d chosen a good one.

—

“Training tomorrow?” Her dad asked.

“Yes, sir, uh— Big games are coming up so training is going to get intense for the next couple of weeks,” Declan answered.

“Yeah, yeah… Does she always come to the game?”

“Yes, mostly. She loves going to the home games. Never want to miss one.”

His palms were sweaty all over again. Declan and her were about to go home but the others were still pretty occupied inside the house; Declan found himself and her dad, just the two of them, standing on the porch. Her dad was pretty chill all night, and something was telling Declan that the serious talk was about to happen now.

“Tell me, what do you love the most about my daughter?”

Declan let out a small sigh. There was plenty. He loved everything about her. He’d known her for years and he thought that he’d known a lot, but every day he still found things to love about her.

“The most?” Declan cleared her throat. His brain was trying to pick one single thing that he loved the most about her. “I have a lot of things that I love about her but the one that’s on top of my mind is… Her determination, sir. Always so unfaltering. Undeterred.”

His dad only looked at him, and Declan felt like he was expected to continue.

“When she wants something, wants to get something or proof something, she won't stop trying. She’s so diligent and persistent. Quite stubborn sometimes,” Declan smiled at that and her dad too. “But she really inspires me in that aspect. When sometimes I feel like I can’t do something, I see her, and I get back on my feet and start to believe again, because she never stops and I know I can’t stop. And I want to do it for her.”

Her dad nodded. “It seems like you know her quite well. Especially on the stubborn part.” They both shared a chuckle. “Well, she looks genuinely happy, and I know you’re a big part of her happiness right now,” his voice got serious and Declan felt himself tensing up; his heart started to race again. “And I know that when my daughter loves, she really loves, she gives her everything.”

Declan nodded, agreeing on her dad’s statement. “Yes, sir. I consider myself very lucky,” Declan sounded just as serious. “She deserves nothing but the best, and I’ll always try my best to give her everything she deserves.”

Her dad patted Declan on his shoulder. To Declan, the gesture felt like her dad was blessing him with the responsibilities of taking care of her, and he promised himself that he would not disappoint.

“I give you my trust,” her dad said with a subtle smile and Declan replied with another nod and a smile.

“Ready to go?” her voice interrupted and when Declan looked over his shoulder, he saw her approaching and the rest of the family trailing behind her.

“Yeah, let me help you with that.” Declan took the paper bags that she was carrying—you never went home from your parents’ house with empty hands.

They said goodbye to each other. Nolan looked like he was about to cry when he needed to say goodbye to Declan, but Declan promised him that they were going to play football together again. Then Declan took the chance to invite the whole family to the next West Ham game, which everyone was suddenly excited about, especially Nolan.

She was all smiles when she and Declan walked to the car, mostly because tonight had gone well, even better than she’d hoped it would be. Her and Declan’s eyes met when they opened the car doors and Declan immediately raised his eyebrows.

“You don't look so nervous anymore. I guess the talk with my dad went well?” she asked as soon as they entered the car. “What did he say?”

Declan shrugged. “Not much,” he gave her a mysterious smile. “Just enough.”

She giggled. Declan could clearly see the happiness in her eyes and for some reason it made his heart skip a beat. “I told you he was going to love you.” And Declan’s smile grew wider when he heard that.

There was a certain feeling in her heart that was making her chest feel warm and full, but she couldn’t quite understand yet what it was. All the relief and happiness was mixed into one and she was just so thankful for Declan and her family. She was finally able to bring home someone that her family loved and can trust right from the start, only adding to the list of reasons why she loved Declan.

The small smile had become permanent on her face as she stared at Declan who was driving and humming his favourite tune. Choose them wisely, she remembered his dad’s voice and she once again believed that she’d done that.

And that was when she caught herself hoping that Declan was going to stay for a while. A long while, if not forever. She hoped for the latter.

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thank you so much for reading!

this one makes me feel a little bit sentimental somehow. her talk with her dad, dec's talk with her dad, i felt nervous writing it, as if i was them seeking for her dad's blessing. i'm imagining bringing someone home and now i'm nervous! please tell me what you liked about the story! maybe your favourite lines?

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what a tease // colby brock

A/N: so... this fic kinda came out of nowhere. no one requested it. i just thought of it last night and had to get it out. it was a lot of fun to write, and hopefully doesn’t read as too awkward haha let me know what you think. 

prompt: colby has always been the dominant one in the relationship, and you were fine with that. but then one night, you get to take control. ||  fem!reader x colby

trigger warning: pure fucking smut, like literally porn, handcuffs, vibrator usage, lingerie, cursing, unprotected sex

word count: 2767

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It all started with a suggestion. An idea you had.

You and Colby had been together for almost a year now, and your sex lives were fantastic. Colby knew exactly what to do to get you off, to give you everything you wanted and more. And you knew exactly what to do to make Colby go crazy. You had never met a man that wanted to give you pleasure as much as Colby did. And you loved making Colby lose it; something about the way he looked as he pounded into you made you instantly wet any time you thought about it.

You worked perfectly together because Colby was dominant and commanding, and you just loved submitting to everything he asked for, with some occasional teasing of course.

But secretly, you always loved the idea of being the dominant one. Before you guys had ever dated, you had had dreams of him begging to fuck you, pleading with you to let him taste you for even just a second. It was always in the back of your mind because Colby didn't really show that side of himself. You would see it sporadically, like when you would take too long to let his cock slide inside you, a slight whine leaving his lips; or even when you would slowly ease yourself down on him with your mouth, knowing damn well he was ready to bust at any second.

So, one night you brought it up to him. You asked him very nonchalantly about it, about the idea of him allowing you to be in 100% control. And at first, he was a bit hesitant, thrown off by your notion. But he sat there as you guys continued to watch a movie, and by the end, he said he wouldn't mind it once. You both agreed that when he was ready for it, he would let you know.

And so, you waited. And waited. It wasn't like you needed to dominate him, but the thought was growing more and more in your mind. What would you do? How would you tease him? And most importantly, what would you wear?

Then finally, he agreed. One night randomly, he said he was ready for you to dominate him. He blushed at the words, his dimples appearing as he laughed through the sentence. It felt a little weird on his end to say it, even though it was something you had said before on several occasions. But he was ready for you. He was ready to see what you would do to him.

Or... at least he thought he was.

Colby leaned back against his headboard, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom. He was excited to see what you were wearing, even if he was planning to take it off in a matter of minutes.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, taking in your appearance with a deep breath. You had thought to buy a red and black lingerie set, knowing that that combo was sexy, but something about this white number that you had on made you feel like a porn star. The bra hugged your breasts in the best way, the lace delicately tracing your curves. The thong and garter belt, uncomfortable as it sort of was, made you feel like throwing money at yourself. You tugged at your thigh highs, feeling them stretch a little more up your thigh. Your heels clicked on the floor as you shuffled, your eyes following your hips as they moved back and forth. You clicked your tongue, nodded to yourself, and walked out of Colby's bathroom.

His head immediately shot up as you stepped out. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every beautiful inch of your skin. His lips twitched, a little smirk hiding in the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck babe, when did you get that?" He asked, his voice deeper than usual.

"I ordered this a while ago. Figured tonight would be the perfect time to pull it out." You stated, sliding slowly onto his bed.

"Well, I'm happy you're finally putting it to good use," Colby pulled your hips to his, your body resting against his lap. He glided his hands up to your bra straps, "Too bad it's gonna have to come off now."

You smacked his hands away. "Not so fast, love. Remember, I get to decide what happens tonight."

He sighed, playfully rolling his eyes. "Right, right. What exactly do you have in store for me?"

"Well for starters, we're gonna need these." You reached over into Colby's drawer and pulled out a pair of red, fluffy handcuffs.

Colby batted his eyelashes. "I thought those were only for you."

"Nope. You see, this pair is for you. I got you a red pair to match my black." You replied.

"We're gonna have to replace yours though, you know," Colby whispered, getting close to your face. "Since we almost broke them the last time we used them..."

"That's enough from you." You shushed, grabbing Colby's wrist lightly and slipping the handcuff around it. You tightened it slowly, pulling it around his back and connecting the other handcuff to his empty wrist.

"Cole Robert Brock, you're under arrest." You joked, holding back a giggle.

He sighed. "You're enjoying this a little too much."

"You have no idea." You beamed.

Colby shimmied his body down a bit, getting more comfortable. He fidgeted his wrist against the handcuffs, feeling the fluff tickle against his inner wrist. The handcuffs were secure in a way he wasn't expecting.

You slowly straddled Colby's lap, his legs resting down onto the bed under your weight. You leaned in, ready to place your lips on his, but stopped abruptly. "What's your safe word?"

He scrunched up his face. "Safe word?"

You nodded. "Yeah. In case it becomes too much."

"I know what a safe word is, babe," He deadpanned lightly. "Um... pineapple."

"Perfect." You muttered, finally connecting your lips to his. The kiss was slow and sweet, a light breath leaving your mouth as Colby glided his tongue in passed your lips. As your tongues danced together, your hands found his hair, gently pulling on his purple locks. You pulled your mouth away, peppering his jaw with kisses. Your mouth traced down his neck, kissing and sucking until you reached his collarbone. You lightly bit his skin, a hum falling from his lips.

"I want to keep kissing you." He mumbled.

You shrugged subtly. "Too bad."

Hands falling to his thighs, you kissed down his chest; pecking his heart tattoo along the way. You couldn't stop yourself from running your tongue across his nipples. The quiet gasp from him made you chuckle to yourself. As you snaked your lips further and further down, you could see him hardening in his boxers. You picked your head up last second, your hands wandering up his inner thigh. You fingers traced his bulge, his breath hitching and eyes closing.

"Baby..." He inhaled.

You blinked. "Yes?"

He looked into your eyes. "Don't tease me."

"Oh, Colby. You haven't even seen me tease you yet," You smiled sweetly. "But I'll be nice for right now. Hold yourself up for a second."

Colby picked up his hips and you removed his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. You tossed his underwear onto the floor, wrapping your hand around his shaft. His tip was already leaking a small amount of precum as you jerked him off agonizingly slow.

He grunted as he bucked his hips into your hand, needing more of your touch. You kept your pace the same, gazing up at him longingly.

"Y/N... go faster." Colby blurted.

You sped up gently, rubbing his tip with every stroke. You could see his shoulders tense, wanting to be out of the handcuffs.

"Do you want me blow you?" You questioned, your voice low.

He nodded, humming.

"Then say it." You commanded.

Colby bit his tongue, his eyes narrowing for a second. "Really?"

"Really." You straight-faced.

Your thumb circled his leaking head as you waited for him to speak. His hips twitched against your hand as he choked back a moan.

"Suck me, Y/N." He grunted.

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, but eased your head down. As his cock entered your mouth, he exhaled deeply. You bobbed your head up and down, taking him in as much as you could and jerking off the rest with your hand. You hollowed out your cheeks as you reached his tip, swirling your tongue around him. Colby's head fell back against the headboard, soft noises falling from his lips. You continued to suck, allowing his cock to get deeper and deeper into your mouth. A guttural groan ripped through him once his head hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, I wish I could grab your hair." He shook against his restraints.

As you sped up your movements, a light sheen of sweat trickled across his skin and yours. You gripped his hips, holding him back from throat-fucking you. You could tell he was getting close, knowing how much he would love to come in your mouth at any moment. You pulled your mouth away with a pop, and Colby hissed.

"Baby, fuuuck. Why'd you stopped?" He shuddered.

You looked him dead in the eyes. "I get to decide when you come."

He scoffed, coughing out a laugh. "I swear, when I get my hands out of these..."

"Well, that's not happening anytime soon. So, you might as well enjoy the show." You snickered.

You went back into Colby's drawer, pulling out a small, light purple toy. You rested yourself back against some pillows, your legs pointed towards Colby.

He huffed. "What's that?"

"Something I use when you're not around. Do you realize how many trips you go on? I get very lonely." You relaxed against the pillows, spreading your legs.

Colby's mouth dropped open slightly. "Y/N... w-what-"

You cut him off, your voice just above a whisper. "You get to sit there and watch me touch myself. And you can't do anything about it."

You could hear the handcuffs jingle as he tried to escape them. He groaned, letting out a deep breath.

"Stop trying to get out of them," You ordered. "If you're good, maybe I'll unlock them."

Colby stayed quiet, surprised by your words. He loved seeing this side of you, this bold side that usually only came out when you were desperate and needing him. But seeing you lying there, slowly sliding your thong down your legs, taking your time to pleasure yourself and him, caused his cock to twitch hard against his stomach.

"You're already wet." His jaw clenched, staring down at your pussy.

"Of course. Sucking your cock always turns me on." You confessed.

He gulped. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. I love tasting you, and when your hands pull on my hair and force my head down, oh my God..." You cupped your right breast tenderly, arousing your nipple through the bra. You sunk your other hand down your body, turning your vibrator on. You watched Colby's eyes as they waltzed across your skin, watching the way you teased yourself, letting the toy touch your entrance, but never sliding in.

"I wanna taste you so badly, Y/N." Colby uttered, his eyes intense.

You tsked, snapping your bra open from the front and palming your other breast. "I wish you could. But you're not allowed to."

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna break these fucking handcuffs." He growled, puffing his chest out.

You shook your head, popping up for a second. "No, you're not. You'll get to touch me eventually. I just wanna have some fun."

You slowly inserted the vibrator, whining at the sensation. You felt your eyes roll back into your head, your body falling back down onto the mattress as you dug your heels in. Your back arched as you dived the vibrator deeper.

"Fuuuck, Colby." You moaned. Your mischievous eyes opened and stared at Colby, who darkly glared back at you.

"The second you uncuff me, I'm gonna make you scream." He shoved his shoulders forward, narrowing his gaze more.

You let the vibrator touch your aching clit, the shockwave sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. You drifted the vibrator back into you, speeding up your thrusts.

Your voice dripped with wanton. "As fantastic as this is, you feel so much better, Colby."

"Y/N..." He closed his eyes tightly.

"I mean it, love." You sped up more, peering through your lashes, "You are one of the only guys to ever make me feel this good. No man has ever made me hornier than you."

Colby bit his lip, pushing his head back. "Baby, please."

"You always make me come. And you always make me feel so sexy. I literally crave to feel you inside of me." You whimpered out the last few words, almost unable to finish your sentence because of the pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He gasped, tearing his gaze away from you.

You rolled your head back against the pillows, enjoying Colby's sounds. "Oh my God, Colby. This feels so good!"

Your hips bucked against the vibrator, taking more and more of it into you. You could feel yourself getting close, the muscles in your stomach tighten with each movement of your hand.

Your eyes locked. "Do you wanna touch me?"

Colby nodded feverously. "Yes."

"Say it then." You insisted breathlessly.

“I wanna touch you, baby.” He whined, furrowing his brows.

“What do you wanna do to me?” You taunted.

“I want to fuck you so hard, you can't walk straight.” Colby snapped, his voice hoarse.

You felt your juices slick down your lips from his words. "Do you want the handcuffs off?"

“Yesss.” He hissed.

“Beg for it.” You barked, your tongue sharp.

He stammered, wheezing. “F-fuck, baby, please take them off.”

You smirked. “I don't know...”

“Y/N, please. I need to touch you. Please, love.” Colby panted, pulling at his restraints.

“I'm so close, Colby.” You murmured innocently, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, yes! I need some relief, please.” He begged, bucking his hips against the air.

You stared at his cock, leaking with precum and pulsating. The head was red and throbbing, aching to be touched for even a second. You felt your pussy clench around the vibrator. You did that to him, and you barely even touched him. He was ready to explode just from the look of you.

You were That. Fucking. Bitch.

Slipping the vibrator out of yourself, you got to your knees quickly, crawling over to Colby. His chest heaved as you straddled him once again, lining his tip up with your hole. You sunk down, your groans mixing together as his cock filled you up perfectly.

“Baby, please move. I'm not gonna last long.” Colby urged, his hips jerking.

You began to bounce on him, your high already so close. You needed him just as much as he needed you. You clutched his shoulders, burying your face into his neck. You sucked on his skin as he moaned in your ear.

He nipped at your shoulder. “Fuck, faster. Go faster Y/N. I’m so close.”

“You feel so good, Colby. Oh my God, I’m right there!” You yelled.

You thrusted faster and faster, your hips slamming into his over and over again. You couldn’t handle anymore, the sensations becoming too much. As your peak hit, you heard the snapping of metal as Colby’s voice boomed out a breath. You gasped loudly as Colby enveloped your body with his arms. He slammed your body onto the bed, jackhammering into your cunt rapidly as you rode out your orgasm.

Your legs gripped his hips firmly, diving him deeper into you. His cock pounded your g-spot repeatedly, and suddenly you were building up again in a matter of seconds.  You writhed under him as another orgasm ravaged your body, unable to stop the noises that left your mouth. He came too, a throaty groan pouring from his lips.

You felt like you blacked out for a minute, the pleasure leaving your body completely numb. When you came to, Colby’s body rested on top of you, pressing you into the mattress.

He brushed the hair out of your eyes, the handcuff accidently tracing your face.

“Oh my G-God… you broke the handcuff.” You mentioned lazily.

He hummed, sucking his teeth. “I told you. I needed to touch you.”

You both chuckled, leaning in and pressing your sweaty foreheads together. He pecked your lips softly, sighing into the kiss.