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thankyouivy · 11 months ago

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MORE JEALOUS REID!!! MORE!!!!

i think ive re-read your last blurb like 10 times I NEED MORE

R’s ex wont stop texting her so Spencer finds a way to let him know she’s doing alright (def more then alright ;) ) without him

OK THANKS ILY

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND! I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!!

OOPS ITS BEEN A SEC. I’ve been super busy with finals and family stuff this holiday season!!! (merry Christmas and New Years if you celebrate!!) I'm trying to feed you heathens before I start working on the alphabet blurbs, prepare yourselves!!! this might be my fav blurb I've done so far….

Warnings: Smut (18+), exhibitionism, harassment from an ex, revenge in the form of recording good sex, oral sex [f rec], fingering, exobitionism, piv sex, marking/hickies, spencer says “good girl”, possessiveness, spence being a thigh man, vocal sex, dirty talk, praise, begging, riding, squirting.

!!the link with this colouring is to a p0rnographic image depicting a scene in the fic, be warned!!

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Show Off - Spencer Reid X Fem!reader

You’ve been laying on his chest with your hands carding and tugging through his hair while since he got home.

Spencer’s hands caress your sides as you lazily make out, hands running over the soft cotton of your underwear and the warmth of your smooth skin. The only sounds in the room are the quiet, content hums and whines coming from your mouth, and the wet smacking of mouths licking into each other, but suddenly there’s a buzzing from under the sheets, which startles you.

You know it’s your phone, Spence always keeps his ringer on, so you both ignore it the first time, letting it go to voicemail. But when it rings again, you huff and fish for your phone under the covers, flipping your hair out of your face while using one arm to hold yourself above Spencer as you decline the call and place your phone on the bedside table. You look back to Spencer with a lust-filled gaze, leaning down to finish what you started, desperate to have some uninterrupted alone time with him after he’s been away for a few days.

Two minutes later, it’s buzzing again. You groan in annoyance, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to turn your ringtone off before, again, going back to Spencer.

Not even a minute later a series of ding’s are coming from the nightstand. You let out a frustrated whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you grumble.

“Work?” Spencer asks, voice raw and breathy from the previous heated moment. You shake your head and mumble something incoherent about “the jackass” into his neck. “He’s still calling?” Spencer asks, chuckling lightly at your nickname for your ex-boyfriend.

“Mhm” you groan, pulling your face out of his neck, the notifications still coming from your phone. He smiles sympathetically at you as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your jaw. “No matter what I do I can’t get him to stop! I considered changing my number, but my boss said I can’t ‘cause all my files and data are listed under this one. It’s gotten worse since I started posting photos of us on Instagram.”

“I can ask Garcia to blacklist his number from your phone?” Spencer breathes, rubbing your back in an attempt to relax you and try to think of a solution. “Penny already tried... it worked for a little, but you know you can’t blacklist disposable cells,” you frown.

your phone dings again, and before Spencer can stop you, you’re snatching your phone off the bedside table and frantically typing something before tossing it off the bed, and onto the carpeted floor in frustration.

Spencer chuckles at your dramatics before climbing out of bed to grab your phone off the floor, looking down at the screen. “‘Trying to fuck my FBI boyfriend who has a gun.’ really, sugar?” He huffs out a laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your leg.

“Worth a try,” you shrug with a giggle. “It’s honestly just getting inconvenient, every time I get a notification I don’t know if it’s something important, or this dumbass,” you sigh.

“Remind me why you ever dated him?” Spencer teases, receiving a shove to his shoulder as he looks down at the phone again. “huh.”

You peek over his shoulder at the screen, draping yourself over his back, intrigued at his intrigue, “What is it?”

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22:23 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’

22:24 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’

22:27 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’

22:29 - Fucker: hey babe

22:29 - Fucker: miss you ;)

22:29 - Fucker: and those tits of yourss

22:31 - Fucker: wyd?

22:33 - You: Trying to fuck my fbi bf who has a gun

22:33 - You: Stop calling.

22:34 - Fucker: ur dating a fed?

22:34 - Fucker: he fuck like one 2? know u miss this d

22:35 - Fucker:u know u want me

22:36 - Fucker: u miss how i make you feel he dont make u feel like that and u know it

22:36 - Fucker: admit it

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“Well- he’s got clear narcissistic tendencies and incredibly high ego…” Spencer mumbles to himself. “And a tiny dick,” you add with a giggle, kissing at his neck.

Spencer frowns at that, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. He’s half upset at the knowledge that you ever had sex with this guy, and half upset that it was clearly not pleasurable for you, at all.

“You know… even though pathological narcissists often portray themselves as shameless, that is part of the act, they are extremely self-conscious. Humiliating them often results in them losing control of the image they've built, which causes avoidance and denial. So… theoretically, if I were to out-do him in the area that seems to boost his ego the most, which is clearly sex, he would back off.” Spencer explains, pulling you into his lap.

“Baby, even though we both know its true, if I told him you’re better in bed, he’d just deny it and get more aggressive.” You smile at him, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands fall to your waist.

“That’s true, so what if we had some… evidence... to back it up?” Spencer asks, blush appearing on his cheeks as you let out an exaggerated gasp. “Doctor Spencer Reid! Are you suggesting we film ourselves having sex to scare off my ex?!” You playfully hit his chest in mock-shock.

“I- yeah- yes-, b- but only if you’re comfortable with it- there’s no way he would share it, so there’s no risk o-” he stutters before you cut him off with a kiss.

“Yeah?… You wanna prove you can fuck me better? Got a big dick, long fingers, a good ass tongue, and know how to use ‘em, huh?” You ask seductively, slowly grinding yourself onto him in slow, teasing circles.

Mouth open in a silent groan, he looks down at your hips grinding on him before looking back up to you, open mouth turning into a smirk. “Worth a try,” He breathes, pushing his hips up into yours, swallowing your whimpers with a kiss, pulling you in by the the back of your neck.

Not breaking the kiss, he undoes your bra and pulls it off, running his hands up your sides to your chest. “Well he got one thing right; these ‘tits of yours’ are gorgeous.” He gropes your chest with his large hands as you giggle.

He stands up with you in his arms and flips you around, tossing you on the bed and climbing over you, sucking on the pulse point of your neck. “Can’t believe you used to let him touch you like I do,” Spencer growls into you, kissing over the mark he’s made.

“trust me, baby, he never touched me like you do- ah!”

You’re breathing heavy and whining as he teases you, no doubt trying to get you all worked up so you’ll show off just how desperate he makes you.

His hand traces shapes along your hip bone while moving lower down your body. He begins kissing along your chest, sucking and nipping as one of his hands dips beneath the band of your panties.

He teases you, laying his large hand flat over your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure as his slender fingers dip into the crease of your inner thigh, touching you everywhere but where you need him.

You whine and wiggle your hips, desperate for some sort of relief from the swirling need in your core, but to your dismay he just continues teasing, pulling his hand out from your panties and running his middle and ring fingers over the mound of your clothed pussy.

You gasp as his fingers run down to the damp spot over your entrance. A groan muffled by your chest falls from his mouth as he attempts to press into you through the fabric before his fingers come back up to your clothed clit, moving in slow circles, pressing hard against you as your hips buck into the friction of the fabric.

“Spencer,” You moan, but it’s more like a plea, a plea for him to do something more, anything, really.

He chuckles at you, deciding that he’s done teasing (for now). He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off your hips and down your legs with a little help from you.

He moves down your body, sitting in between your thighs, torso hovering over your pelvis to get a good view of his work.

You let out a whine at the lack of touch. “Mm, impatient are we?” He mutters, running his hands over your upper thighs and spreading them wider. He grabs your phone off the bed and swipes over to the camera, keeping the camera flipped to the sheets, and hits record.

Humming in delight, he spreads you open with this thumbs, “Always so fucking wet for me,” he praises, gently rubbing up your pussy with his middle and ring fingers, pressing against your clit.

“Baby,” You gasp into a moan as your opening clenches around nothing and your clit pulses at the sudden touch. Spencer’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he gazes at you letting out little gasps and moans, completely enamoured by your body, bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth. “Fuck, sugar.”

One of his hands pulls your folds open while the other one plays with you. His middle finger runs up and down your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing it over your clit before teasing your entrance.

You whimper and push back against his digits, desperately trying to get his long, thick, skilled fingers inside you.

Slowly, he dips his middle and ring fingers into you, curling them slightly as he pushes them as far as they will go inside you, making you cry and writhe against him. His other hand works slow circles over your clit as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you faster and faster.

Little uh, uh, uh's fall from your lips as he pumps in and out of you. He bites his lip in concentration and lust, the wet sounds of your pussy reverberating around the room only heightening his arousal.

"That feel good, baby?"

"Mhm!" you cry out, eyes clamping shut in pleasure.

“Yeah?” he teases, smirking as he watches your eyes flutter shut once he starts rubbing that spot inside inside you that makes your vision turn white. Your jaw hangs open as strained moans leave your mouth, your hips arch off the bed, and your hands grip the sheets as you reach your first orgasm.

Spencer groans as he feels your muscles clench around him and your release gush around his digits, his hard cock twitching and leaking in his boxers. He slows his pace, helping you through your high with the consistent stimulation his gentle touches bring you.

“Good girl,” He whispers in that sexy grainy voice of his. You giggle breathlessly as you reach to stop the recording, looking down at him just when he pulls his fingers out of you.

Bringing them up to his mouth, he lets his tongue fall out, moaning in delight at your taste as sucks your arousal off his fingers, “Fuck, baby, I need to taste you.”

You wiggle your hips in anticipation as he hooks his forearms under your thighs and grabs your waist, his large hands almost covering the entirety of your abdomen. He lowers himself down, kissing and nibbling from your knee to the base of your thigh.

He roughly sucks and bites at your inner thighs, wanting to make marks that last for at least a week, marks that you’ll feel whenever your plush thighs brush together. He switches thighs while absentmindedly rubbing at your clit; too softly to get you off, but just enough to make you needy.

Just as predicted, you become a whiney, needy mess in a matter of minutes. You’re only knocked out of the pleasure-filled haze when Spencer pauses his attack to lean his smug face against your abused thigh and mumble, “He never went down on you, did he, sugar? ‘s that why you were so confused the first time I told you I wanted to?”

He phrases it like a question, but you know he already knows the answer. You avert his eyes when you nod your head, blush appearing on your cheeks as he coo’s.

“Awe, poor baby… ‘should show him what he was missing, yeah?” He mumbles, nipping the flesh of your thigh, his fingers still working gently over your clit. You whine, bucking into the sensation as you nod your head. “Go on, sugar, set up the camera,"

He goes back to sucking bruises onto your thighs as you prop the camera up on the plant pot that lives on your bedside table, angling it so the focus is on Spencer, and hit record.

Once you lay back down, he tightens his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he licks a fat stripe up your pussy.

You let out a startled moan, slipping a hand into his messy curls and tugging, earning a groan from him. He kitten licks around your clit and down to your entrance, pulling away momentarily as your back arches off the bed to mutter, “god, you taste fucking incredible.”

He switches between flicking his tongue over your clit and lapping at the slick pouring from your opening, listening to your sweet cries. His tongue increasing its pace as wet, lewd, sounds from his mouth lapping at your pussy fill your hot bedroom.

Spencer watches from between your thighs as your eyes roll back, fluttering shut as your pretty lips part, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure as he suckles on your swollen clit.

Your squeezing your thighs around his head as you rock your hips into his face as you yank on his hair. Spencer groans, holding you in place as your thighs tremble, never stopping his attack on your cunt as your orgasm courses through your body.

He takes his time working you through your high and then cleaning you up, savouring the taste of your arousal as if it's not permanently stored in his mind through his eidetic memory and the sheer amount of times he's used his mouth on you.

He licks at you until your whimpering and physically can't take the overstimulation anymore, pushing his head away from your sopping cunt. He grins at you, lips and chin wet with a mix of your slick and his saliva as he licks his lips and pants, still catching his breath.

He crawls up your body, licking up your neck to your jaw, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before throwing a smug look at the camera and stopping the recording, tossing the phone into the sheets as he goes back to kissing you, his soft lips mixing with yours.

You whine when you taste yourself on his tongue, that warm feeling in your core returning, and you know only one thing will calm your needy body.

You reach down, fingers tracing the lines of Spencer's toned stomach, dipping into his boxers, and gripping his cock.

He hisses at your touch, "fu-uck- we- we don't have to, sugar, you don't need to- I can ju-"

"I wanna. I want you..."

You hook your heel around his hip and flip the two of you over, so you're on top, biting your lip and moving so you're straddling his upper thighs.

You pull his rock hard cock out, stroking it as you watch Spencer's head fall back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent moan.

You fish for your phone in the covers while you continue stroking him, loving the way his eyebrows knit together and his chest rises and falls sporadically.

You grab your phone and move up further, so your pussy is right at the base of your boyfriends dick, his hard cock resting on your tummy, the tip hitting just below your belly button.

You snap the photo, and grin when you see the filthy image. Your perfectly manicured hand is placed delicately over the base of his cock, his tip is an angry red, and has a bead of precum collecting and threatening to spill against your stomach as you show off his length.

It's perfectly sinful, and you can feel yourself getting wet just looking at it. You can't stand to wait any longer, lifting your hips off him and grabbing Spencer to direct his tip to your core.

You rub his tip through your folds to lubricate it, just like Spencer always does before entering you, with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, and he swears he could cum just at the sight.

Your hands find purchase on his pelvis, bracing yourself as your eyebrows knit together and your eyes flutter shut as you sink down onto him.

Finally bottoming out, you feel perfectly full, the light stretch his thickness brings you feels incredible. His hands find their place on your defined hip-bones as you breathe, getting used to the sensation.

Once you know you're ready, you flex your thigh muscles and lift your hips slightly, and with the help of Spencers hands on your hips you start to create a steady rhythm, fucking yourself down on to your boyfriends fat dick.

"Baby," Spencer gasps, sounding like he's had the breath punched out of him. You manage to smirk at him, despite the moans falling from your mouth as you start to thrust your hips down faster and faster.

"So beautiful like this, sugar- god, look at you, fucking desperate for it, taking what you need from me- fuck-" He goans, dilated pupils gazing at you with nothing but lust. You feel to tight and warm around him, Spencer can't help himself; he begins thrusting his hips up to meet yours, hitting that one spot inside you perfectly over and over again.

You yelp out a moan and twitch as your orgasm flows through your whole body, like giant waves rolling over you. Your toes curl and your nails scratch even marks down his toned chest, earning a hiss from him.

Your thighs stutter and begin losing the rhythm you created, hunching forward over his chest. Spencer takes the hint and plants his feet firmly on the bed before he begins thrusting up into you at a quick pace, forcing a yelp out of you as you fall onto his chest.

You can hear his whimpers and groans in your ear as he chases his orgasm, biting his shoulder to hold back your screams.

"Ah! hng- harder, please...," You moan into his neck, and Spencer's resolve finally cracks. He grips your hips harder and forces your hips down onto him, forcing his cock fully into you every time.

You gasp brokenly and surge forward to kiss him sloppily, moaning absurdly loudly in between kisses, scratching and yanking at his scalp.

"I- I'm so close! Spence- please-," You moan into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit- me too sugar-"

"please! please... wanna feel it in me..."

He groans, looking down at where he's thrusting into you, reaching down to toy with your clit as you attempt to fuck yourself down onto him, despite how Spencer's caged you in.

"Spencer-," you cry out as you cum for the final time, completely at his mercy. Your pussy clenching and fluttering around him as you gush around him.

His hips lift off the mattress, pulling you flush against him and rubbing your clit impossibly faster as he pumps you full of his cum, jaw hanging open in ecstasy as his high washes over him. You all but scream in pure pleasure, your body spasming as more liquid spurts out of you.

When you come down, you feel the steady rise and fall of Spencers chest as he pants under you, not even daring to move off him. Spencer's hand cards through your messy curls, as you catch your breath, grinning down at him.

Once the two of you catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a choked breath and you roll off him with a whine. He quickly pads over to the bathroom to grab a damp cloth to clean you up and some water for the both of you.

Before he can even start to clean you up, you stop him. He gives you a quizzical look when you hand him your phone, but you just bite your lip nervously. "I- um- I never let him fuck me without a condom, he'll hate it..." You mumble, and you swear you can see his cock twitch when his eyes widen.

Without another comment, he blushes and snaps a picture of your fucked out body on top of the wrinkled sheets. You body is shining with a thin layer of sweat, your hair flowing across your shoulders and the pillow under your head, Spencer's cum dripping slowly out of your sopping pussy.

He cleans you up and makes sure you drink water, changing the sheets while you get ready for bed in the bathroom, and then happily holding you as you fall asleep in his arms.

Before falling asleep himself, he opens your phone and sends your ex a message.

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23:25 - You: *Attachment: 2 images, 2 videos*

23:25 - You: She is doing just fine without you.

More of my stuff can be found here.

~ Ivy 🪴

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givemethethrill · 5 months ago

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Intro : What the fuck is tinder?

"come on, it will be fun!" you say, grabbing your phone and opening the tinder app. your friend ningning looks at you like you've grown three heads, as you fill in your basic information.

"y/n, i love you with all of my heart, but this is stupid! i mean, how could it be fun?" ningning whines, but shoves herself next to you on her bed and lays down with her head in your lap.

"i mean, what could go wrong? ill set my distance as far as possible, and even if we see someone we know, i wont swipe right on them!" you explain as you begin looking through profiles.

"he's cute," ningning points out.

jung jaehyun, 26, graduated from economics. 30 miles away. his interests are going to the gym, playing basketball and... rescuing kittens from trees?

"what the fuck, is this satire?" you say, reading out loud the last part. ningning covers her mouth.

Next.

yangX2. 23, freelancer. interests include: videogaming, streaming, dancing. swipe right.

Yeonjun. 24, barista. insterests include: basketball, netflix, reading.

hmm. you show the profile to ningning, who has gotten bored already, and has found interest in scrolling through instagram.

"let me take a closer look" ningning says, sitting up and taking your phone in her hand.

after a bit of scrolling through his information, ningning gasps.

"no way!!" she says, "do you not know who he is?" she asks, turning towards you. you shrug, then look at her as she laughs, "that's karina's ex!"

your eyes bulge out of you head, "no way!"

from all ningning has told you, karina was in her literature lectures. not too quiet, not too loud. ningning had told you once that they were doing a project together and that karina was really smart and nice.

after a bit of giggling and swiping left and right, you leave your phone at her desk, where you're currently doing your homework.

you were in your last year of high school, with the hopes of going to the college of your dreams, which was also the one your friends were attending, so doing your homework was crucial.

ningning had gone to the kitchen, and you could faintly hear her talking to her mother.

the moment ningning came back to her room, your phone pinged. a new notification.

you briefly take a look and your eyes widen, before dropping everything.

You got a new match! 🔥 Open Tinder and start chatting now!

[PREVIOUS] [NEXT] [MASTERLIST]

NOTES : okayyy whos excited!!!?? also if you didnt notice, the ages are a bit off, since there will be a time skip in a while.

TAGLIST : @sundamariis @p-d1ddy @bananinhazz @lostinneocity @aerivrs

#Dating Not Allowed #givemethethrill #haechan #haechan imagine #haechan smau #lee donghyuck #nct imagine #nct smau series

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luvmelikelluvu · 2 months ago

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Behind the Bench

Chapter one - The Match

Ophelia Bennett let out a deep sigh, tossing her keys into the bowl by her door as she kicked off her shoes. She collapsed onto the couch, legs stretching out as she unlocked her phone, ready to zone out. It was one of those days, the kind where everything felt just a little bit harder than it should.

Scrolling through social media wasn’t doing it for her, so she flicked open the dating app she hadn't touched in weeks. Profile after profile of men posing next to fish, gym selfies, or poorly lit bathroom mirrors. Her thumb moved on autopilot until a profile caught her eye.

A cute guy, tall, maybe a little goofy-looking in a very endearing way, his name? A little wired Kirby she stopped, blinking at the screen.

"Kirby?" she muttered to herself, smirking as she swiped right, fully intending to find out.

She hadn’t even made it to the kitchen to grab a drink when her phone buzzed with a new match notification. Her smile widened. He matched me back? She tapped on the notification and wasted no time starting the conversation.

Sure, here’s the updated version of the conversation where they talk about the video game character instead of Pokémon:

Ophelia Be honest, did your parents name you after the video game character?

Kirby Damn, I wish it was either of those. My parents went with 'just because.' But if I inhale everything in sight like Kirby from the game, does that win me any points?

Ophelia laughed, her bad day starting to melt away. She settled deeper into the couch and fired back.

Ophelia Depends... do you get to roll around in a ball and flatten everything? Because that's where the real points are.

Kirby I mean, I could try.

Ophelia Well, I'd pay to see that.

Kirby I'd make sure to do it in front of an audience then.

Ophelia a man who’s not afraid of a little public humiliation then

Ophelia was already in a better mood. This was what she needed—a little light flirting, something fun and harmless to take her mind off the day. It was just supposed to be a distraction, but now her fingers hovered over her phone, eager for his next reply.

Kirby, meanwhile, had pulled his legs up onto the couch, getting more comfortable. Kirby absentmindedly smiled at his phone. This was the best conversation he'd had on the app in… well, ever.

Kirby So how’s your night going other than swiping right on me😏

Ophelia Well I just got home from a long day of pretending to be a functional adult. now im being lazy lying on my couch, debating whether or not to get up and find something to eat but I’m pretty sure I’ll just stay lying down

Kirby same here been here for an hour and haven't moved. I keep thinking about getting up but probably wont

Ophelia special kind of lazy convince yourself that getting up is impossible were twining in that 😙

Kirby You get it it’s a whole mindset

Ophelia The fact that my fridge is basically empty I’d need to actually cook something is also why i don't want to get up

Kirby tough no breed or anything

Ophelia All I’ve got some ramen noodles

Ophelia’s day started as usual, but there was something a little different lingering in the air this morning an extra hint of excitement. She’d spent most of the night messaging Kirby, and though she didn’t know much about him yet, it was enough to put a smile on her face as she got ready for work.

Her morning routine went on like normal, grabbing something to drink and heading to the clinic. She worked with neurodiverse children helping those with ADHD, dyslexia, and other challenges to navigate their life. The work was intense but rewarding, and today was no different. She had back-to-back appointments scheduled and would hardly have a moment to breathe until lunch.

By the time noon rolled around, she needed a break more than ever. Her day had been productive and draining, the kind of work that left her proud but tired. Stepping into the small, quiet break room, she pulled out her phone and smiled at the unread message from Kirby.

Kirby Still alive or has work killed you

Ophelia Barely hanging on wby

Kirby Yeah just trying to survive over here whats work done to have you barely staying alive

She paused for a moment, realizing that neither of them had mentioned what they actually did for work. They had been messaging since last night, and it had been a break from everything else. She liked that they hadn’t gotten into too many personal details yet—it felt like they were just enjoying the ease of getting to know each other in their own time.

Ophelia Lots of clients keeping me alive is probably my smoothie

Kirby Been non-stop for me to but luckily my days short today

She could relate. This was refreshing, just a little back-and-forth to brighten her day. She glanced at the clock, realising her lunch break was already half over.

Ophelia leaned back in her chair and stretched, scrolling through their messages. She felt herself relax as they exchanged a few more texts. Nothing too deep, just updates on their day—what they were eating for lunch, how tired they were, little things like that. It was a good distraction.

The afternoon stretched out before her, filled with more therapy sessions and meetings. One of her favourite students, a girl with dyslexia named Emily, had made huge step in her reading, and it made Ophelia’s heart swell with pride to see her progress. By the time the day wrapped up, Ophelia felt both tired and satisfied.

Once she got home Ophelia sent a message to Kirby.

Ophelia Made it to the end of the day 🤗

Kirby Luckily what’s the plan for the rest of the night I’m thinking food. Lots of food.”

Ophelia Solid plan I might do the same

She couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was to talk to him. It felt natural, no pressure. She didn’t know when or if they’d meet up in person, but for now she was happy with this.

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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Anon who asked about the mpost/the one who had sent the tadc x wolf reader request here... Here's my new and improved version of the request!! And not on anon so I get the notification for it being completed :3

Okay so, tadc characters of your choosing (if you need specific characters then Jax, Ragatha, Caine, and Gangle) x a wolf!reader who is really shy, tends to be self deprecating, is a people pleaser, and underestimates their skills. Preferably platonic but romantic is fine!!

Caine, Ragatha, Jax and Gangle x wolf!reader who is shy w/ low confidence !

writing this then imma go work on my silly art eheheheheh unironically listening to hit my spot by ur pretty (do NOT listen to it without headphones if youre not alone it is literally gay sex song) on loop it has no reason to be so catchy gawd DAMN admins yapping aside i hope you enjoy this !! written more leaning towards platonic !!

CAINE:

i think he would try to hype you up and make you more confident in yourself! i think he would be a little confused on why you arent too.. self assured, i mean he thinks youre cool and talented and skilled and-

he could go on for hours.. i think sometimes you might cave into him and what he wants due to you being a people pleaser and it might take caine a while to catch on to that and try to pay attention to those smaller things, especially if theres something making you uncomfortable... the good thing about being a wolf is that you have ears and a tail, which do a lot in conveying how youre feeling in the moment! usually he pays attention to those things if youre the type to not like.. vocalizing your discomfort. hypes you up to everyone who will listen, stops just short of picking you up and showing you off to everyone/hj

RAGATHA:

similar to caine she uses your ears and tail as a means to gauge your internal feelings about things. ragatha is a lot more low energy and calmer compared to some of the other characters on this list... has the least issues of reading you. pulls you away if youre getting uncomfortable in any situation, and oftentimes stands up for you if someone is trying to push you something you dont actually want to do... a lot of the times those people tend to be jax.. but we'll talk about that in his part. I like to think she would try to give you little pep talks when she notices you're a little down.. makes frequent compliments to you and the things you do (skills, hobbies, ect). her room is always open to you whenever you need an escape!

JAX:

really a lot of his "coercing" is just him teasing you and, in a somewhat mean way, trying to subtly push you to get a backbone and find your limit. he wont say it or really express it, but you guys are friends and he does want to see you be able to speak for yourself... its just how he goes about it can be a little... erlrkgkh.... you know? since HES the one trying to test your boundaries and get you to snap at him. i dont think he would go as far as make fun of your hobbies and interests to make you stand up for yourself.. thats just. a smidge to mean, since youre his friend. definitely calls you wolf/dog-based nicknames, most of them dont fall into the "im trying to make you stand up for yourself" thing and more so "haha i think its funny and genuinely lighthearted"

its a little odd but there are good intentions in there

GANGLE:

she gets it, she really does... you two probably talk to one another about your problems to one another... you both find comfort in it and in a way it makes you both feel better. seeing you uncomfortable or anxious kind of empowers gangle to come and help you out, regardless of which mask shes wearing. i like to think it would to the same for you if the roles were reversed... its kind of like how you stop being anxious momentarily when you see your friend struggling and being anxious themselves and you back them up or speak for them, you know? or maybe thats just a me thing... shrugs. probably gives you bows and ribbons to put on your tail to accessorize it

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #caine imagine #ragatha x reader #ragatha x you #ragatha imagine #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine #gangle x reader #gangle x you #gangle imagine

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meowzilla93 · 1 year ago

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If you would be so kind, headcannons about Baxter between the end of step 3 and the beginning of step 4? How he handled the breakup, what he was like in college, etc. ☺️

I apparently cannot give this man a break

I love him so much but gods he was just such a moron

Alright

Lets go

So night of the breakup, where he is being a prick and making excuses to leave you

He goes back inside after that line ‘if I could take back the days we spent together I would’

Oh you better believe that he is trying to justify all the cruel things he said

‘it was never going to work out’ ‘they deserve better’ ‘they were going to forget me anyways’

All this is happening whilst his heart and gut are doing somersaults

But he follows his stupid brain because of course he is right

Cant sleep that night, pulls an all nighter before he needs to call the taxi to take him to the airport

Try as he might, he cant get that sick feeling from his stomache

Doesn’t really eat for a few days, until he has to

Gets to Virginia, unpacks his bags and lo and behold

There is the souvenir you got him

He just sits on the bed holding onto it, numb

After a few moments of fighting with himself about what he should do, he puts the gift away

From prying eyes, from his own eyes

A treasure to be kept safe

But one to leave alone until maybe he is ready one day

And so start the flings once again

One night stands just so that he can rid his mind of you

Surely a 3 month summer romance shouldnt keep a hold onto his heart as much as it had

So he will do anything to shift it

So he focus on schooling, and being sociable, and dealing with his family

After a while, everything else takes precedence and you don’t occupy his thoughts as often anymore

He gets notifications that you sent a message, but he wont allow himself to read them

You will forget him, there is no point reading the messages, besides, they could be hurtful to him and gods he just doesn’t want to know the truth of what you feel for him

It could actually break his heart

A few years pass, our man can drink without issue now!

And maybe one night he has a bit much

Meets up with a pretty someone at a function, goes back to their place for a fling

But there is a problem

There is just something about them that reminds him of you

But no, that’s not possible so he pushes it out of his mind

That is until he inadvertently whispers your name

Mans goes from 100 to 0 real fucking quick

Apologizes, goes back to his place and just sits on his bed

He takes out his phone, considering to look at those messages you sent him time and time again, but he just cant

So instead he goes looking for your gift, and takes it out to look at once again

And the memories flood back to him, and he just quietly sits there and cries

Once he is done, he puts the gift on display, he doesn’t want to keep those memories hidden anymore

He hurt you, he knew he did but he cant help but be so grateful for the time he had with you, the fun and laughter and love he had during that time

He should at least keep those memories alive and not hide them away

That doesn’t mean he will go out of his way to make new friends, no sir

Twice now, he made friends with people, cared about these people, and hurt them with his antics

He cannot do that again

So he puts on the air of the professional fancy man, puts on the mask of the perfect gentlemen and finishes his schooling and starts his career

One that of course that doesn’t require him to make friends, just work acquaintances

Throughout uni, he was that really sociable, affable guy

Touch strange, very elegant but nice regardless

Some of the other students found him very attractive, some got to spend the night with him and experience the slight cold shoulder afterward

It was only for fun after all, and he made sure that they went into it with that knowledge

Was known for being a top tier student once again, but there just wasn’t a bad rumor circulating around him this time

Probably the most amount of peace he has had in a while, if lonely

Oh but his parents

Try as he might, some holidays he just couldn’t get out of seeing his parents, mainly because they wouldn’t spend it in Golden Grove and they would find a way to twist his arm about it

One such outing, his parents where their obnoxious selves and they finally said something that snapped that thin string of patience he had with them

Without raising his voice, he advised he wanted nothing further to do with them, he doesn’t hold the same ideals as they do and never wants to

Cuts all ties and removes himself from their funds, forcing himself to fend for himself and earn his way in the world

I think this was the first official time he was happy after all that he did in his life

The first time he did what HE wanted and what made HIM happy, he is just sad he didn’t do it sooner

And so a few years passes, he finishes uni, starts working at a company, and repeats the cycle of being affable enough for people to feel comfortable around, but put up walls to avoid having anyone get too close to him

Though Xavier has something to say about that and start to slowly chisel away at those walls of his

He picks up an event that needs to be prepped and completed in 5 days, a worthy challenge for him

But low and behold when he meets for dinner with the party, there you are, 5 years on

You look as beautiful as the day he walked away, and you walk with an air that would make anyone stand to attention

And your eyes meet, and all there is, is shock

He really hoped you would never meet again, not because he didn’t care but gods he cared too much

Seeing you again tore at him, it was like a waking nightmare, he didn’t want to hear what you had to say or what you really saw in him, he just wanted out

So he runs, like he ran 5 years ago and kept running

But this time, running just kept making him run back into you

keep em coming, i have so many thoughts i need to put to paper

#our life beginnings and always #olba #baxter ward #olba baxter #olba mc #our life #baxter x mc #our life headcannons

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christmassavestheyear · 2 months ago

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hey darlings. got some news js over an hour ago that a close family friend passed away last night. she was only seventeen, and we dont know why yet; they suspect it was some ongoing health problems, but we're not sure. anyway, it's all really unexpected, and on top of everything else recently, its just. a bit much rn.

i'm going to take a few days away from tumblr and discord; ive got some prewritten fics that i'll be posting this week on my sideblog, and i might turn my queue up, but i js need some quiet and some space to think. idk.

i'll probably be keeping up with notifs and stuff, i just wont be online a whole lot and my current project is falling to the wayside a little (again poppy im really sorry) and i js need some time away from my tech, bc i tend to dive fully into the internet when bad things happen and it js. doesnt work.

so yeah, ill be pretty inactive for a couple days so i can process things. i might be back after the funeral, maybe a little longer, i'm not sure yet. i love you guys loads, and i'm still here if anyone needs to talk about anything at all - im always going to be here for you. i just wont be posting other than the fics ive already got queued up.

love u guys loads. ill be back at some point, and still here to talk.

#me !!#<- go here for intro ig

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that-silly-sylveon · 10 days ago

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hey there! names Faye. im new to rotomblr and loveeeee fairy types. familys from unova but i was born in kalos. i work in a pokecenter so expect some posts about that..

i wouldnt consider myself a battler but i wont shy away from a fight!

[ooc past this point]

magic anons are off, pelipper mail on, low stakes, mostly for funsies XP

both me [mod] and Faye go by he/him and are adults [Faye is older than me] . Fayes text will be blue, mine will be green and will probably use a typing quirk. in tags, ooc with be written in brackets. i follow from @that-dense-idiot but im shadowbanned so notifs from me wont appear

with very few exceptions: everything here is subject to change/be retconned. this was made pretty impulsively so forgive me if i mess up on anything.

send whatever asks you please but know i might not reply to it if i dont like it and/or cant do anything with it

potential tags: alluring voice [talk tag], pixelate [art/picture tag], [more to come!]

#pokemon #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #alluring voice #unreality

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luvly-writer · 2 years ago

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: Alcohol

Status: Finished

Author’s note: Writing under pictures! Enjoy!! I will never get tired of saying how much i ADORE your feedback!!!

Taglist: @lorosette @milas-teapot @screeching20s @alecmores @izukuisbaby @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @unofficial-jaytodd-wife

Series Masterlist:

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-•-Jason’s POV

it had been a stressful day for Jason

Not only had the press mistaken Artemis friendship with him potentially straining his relationship with his soulmate

and yes he is aware, she IS his soulmate, they are bound to be together and connected for the rest of their lives, but what the fuck, he cares cause he loves her so damnn much he…

Jason doesn’t go down that path knowing damn well it won’t end well at the moment

He called Bruce and went to the Manor

Tim and Bruce are calling Gotham Gazette and making sure the article is taken down, yk fixing any damage that it might have down

he has been trying to call Yn all afternoon and she wont answer

he’s left a bunch of messages and even thought of going to her apartment but he opted to give her some space to calm down

the rest of the day was spent thing of scenerios that could possibly happen

Artemis wanted to pass by and see how he was going but he told her it was better to stay away from the manor and out of sight together whilst the whole thing went away

She still mega tube to the cave, thanks Artie for being such a good friend (hope you taste the sarcasm)

Jason goes down to the cave and greets her, she is not looking happy and an unhappy amazon is NEVER good.

“Care to explain why i am not allowed to be seen with one of my best friends?”

“Artie, it’s difficult to explain, with the whole article blowing up its a little tense right now”

“why? it’s just press, we both know it isn’t true and that it’ll cool off in a few days”

“yes but there is someone believing it is true and i need for her to stop believing it is true”

“i see why your panic is so evident then”

“well yes-“

“who would have thought? Jason Todd panicked because of the media. Never in my life-“

“mmkay enough, is my misery amusing to you?”

“yes, quite a lot, especially if it’s because of a girl after you swore your only relationship in life would be spite and chaos. i must meet this girl!”

“yes we’ll right now neither of us is gonna have any luck with talking to her seeing as she probably isn’t the happiest with me right now”

Artemis starts to laugh and Jason looks at her questionably

“She probably thinks we truly are a thing! That’s ridiculous”

Jason is confused by what she says…they have had encounters in the past, like they HAVE fallen to bed together, why is it ridiculous

Seeing her friend still confused , Artemis chuckles and explains “I had come with news my friend. You see, let’s just say your girlfriend has more chances of having me as a lover than you.”

Of course

as if this couldn’t get anymore ridiculous to believe

Jason laughs in disbelief

“Well, that makes my explanation to her 10 time easier”

Artemis starts to laugh, “Let me see her, all the pictures you post of her don’t show her face”

Jason takes out his phone and starts to show many of the pics he has with her.

“hmmmm and are you sure she is completely off limits? Cause if it fails with you, i can come and pick up the pieces” Artemis says with a teasing look in her eyes

Jason glares at her and rolls his eyes

“Yes absolutely out of limits, she is MY soulmate after all, My person! get your own”

Artemis cackles in response and just when she’s about to respond a notification pops up

- yn__truly just made a post-

At that Artemis lost it

“YOU HAVE HER NOTIFICATIONS ON!?!?! OMG JASON!!! YOU ARE WHIPPED!” She howls. Her laughter sounding through all the cave.

Jason’s face was worth it. He was red in the face, trying to fight of a smile and trying to come up with what to say.

“Oh fuck off”

At that, another fit of giggles erupted from the girl.

He opens his instagram only to find out that Nola and Yn are at some rich asshole’s party and they were drinking A LOT.

The captions were concerning so he decided that that night he would leave his phone without do not disturb, just in case ANYTHING happened

And how thankful he was of making that decision.

After Artemis had left, Jason opted to stay this night at the manor and not go to patrol, Alfred advised it was for the best seeing has his emotions were all over the place. Instead of staying in the cave, he walked towards the library, grabbed a book, and sat down in his section.

Time went by and before he knew it, it was nearing 1 am. Just as he is about to turn the page, his phone rings.

He looks at the caller and sees Yn’s contact name, “Light of my eyes”

The day his siblings found out that was her contact name, they had a field day. But that’s a story for another time

He picks it up and the cringes at the loud music

“HEYYYYY! THIS IS JASON RIGHT!?!?”

A voice he didn’t recognize

“Yes, who’s asking?”

“Oh perfect! This isssss Nolaaaaa! I’m a bit tipsy right now but you should seeee Y/n, full out gone! I’m calling you cause cause causeeeee well cause….i don’t remember my reason…”

he laughed a little, she really did sound like how Yn described her

“but AnyWAYsssss, come pick up Yn, she’sss like drunkie drinkity drunk drunk and i’m not like you know soberity sobers right now so yeahhhh!”

Fuck, he didn’t hesitate to answer

“Alright, text me the address and i’ll pick her up and make sure to take her back home”

Nola told him the direction of the hotel and soon he arrived.

He wore black sweatpants with a white t-shirt and his grey running shoes. He had his signature red hoodie in the car just in case yn got cold.

he walks to the lobby and spots Nola and sun sitting in the sofa giggling out of their minds until they spot him.

“JAY!” Yn screams and runs to him with open arms. He lets her embrace him and holds her there whilst Nola walks over.

“Thank you for taking her home” she smiles and blows a kiss to Yn, “bestie you are in safe hands” says Nola as she walks away and opens the door to the ballroom, starting to dance as she gets in.

Yn is literally cuddled up to him, clearly not sober and looks up at him

Her eyes look watery and soft as she takes him in

Before she can say anything, he holds her and starts carrying her bridal style to the car

On the way to her apartment, yn got cold and Jason gave her his hoodie. Even if the tight black dress looked nothing less of delicious on her, seeing her in his clothes killed him

She had worn his leather jacket various times before, and every time, it made him almost dizzy with love

She then connected her phone to the aux and started blasting her favorite songs and screaming the lyrics out

From Bad Bunny to Shakira, she sang every word with her heart and soul

He found it amusing and even adorable

This is not something new, she has done this a few times in the car, but seeing her do it drunk and mess up the lyrics and even almost cry at some was another thing and it made him laugh.

“El mismo aire” from Pablo Alborán and Camilo starts to play

(i’ll write the spanish version lyrics with their translation, an amAZING FKN SONG EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO)

“tu y yo, pasamos de ser todo a nada” (you and i, went from being everything to nothing)

“de comernos con la mirada” (of eating each other with our eyes)

“y ahora estamos frente a frente, y ni siquiera puedes mirarme a la cara” (and now we are face to face and you can’t even look at me in the eyes)

“vivíamos de boca a boca” (we lived with our mouths touching)

“los labios no querían soltarse” (our lips didn’t want to leave each other)

“y ahora aquí en el mismo cuarto no podemos respirar el mismo aire” (and now we are in the same room and we can’t even breathe the same air)

yn opted to sit back and just whisper the song

the whole vibe of the car started to tone down to one more intimate, slow and relaxed.

“Llévate el tapete” (pull away the rug)

“llévate mi vida que agarraste de juguete” (take away my life that you took as a toy)

at that, Jason heard a small sniffle and turned to looked at her, she was numbly looking at the road, her eyes watery and a single tear running down her cheek. They were already nearing her apartment.

“Llévate ese par de anillos que nos comprometen” (take away those rings that compromise us)

“y, aunque no quiera perderte, te diría vete, pero el que se va soy yo” (and even if i don’t want to lose your, i’d say leave but the one who leaves is me)

“y cuando me vaya me llevo el reloj, pa llevarme el tiempo que pase contigo, que no fue perdido” (and when i leave i’ll take the clock and take all the time with you, which wasn’t lost)

the song carried out, but yn stayed silent. more tears ran down her cheeks

He had heard he talk Spanish before but my God, was he addicted to hearing her singing it. It was intoxicating and it didn’t help that she had a nice voice. For a moment, he forgot everything and just let himself be mesmerized by the girl next to him. His heart beat so strong for her, it pained sometimes.

She turned to look at him

“Jason…” she whispered, voice full of sorrow

he looked at her, it was noticeable she still wasn’t sober by the way her gaze fell on him.

“yk…you strangely look a lot like him, mr. uber nola hired” said she and there he got his confirmation that Lord she was not there yet.

“well mister uber, i have a question, have you ever been in love with someone you knew from the start you couldn’t have?” she questions him and Jason just stares at her. He shakes his head no, which prompts her to continue

“Lucky you, my friend, lucky man. I am not so fortunate you see, I fucked up. I fucked up! and i’m so stupid for it,” at this, she closes her eyes and more tears start to go down her checks, “Jaosn fkn Peter Todd, maybe you know him. Well you probably do…he’s Bruce Wayne’s son you see. You might be wondering how i got myself tangled up with him. Funny thing is, i have no idea. One day you go to a gala, the next you are the Wayne kids’ current obsession and one of the is hitting on you and asking you on a date and romancing you and you think you are special and you feel loved and noticed until BOOM! He changes to someone else and you don’t even know what did you do wrong to make him leave….” she takes a deep breathe and tries to wipe her tears. “Who knew rich kids could be so fkn cruel?!?! Just because they have money doesn’t mean they can just USE civilians for their enjoyment!”

HUH!?!?? Is…is that what she thought it was????

“My theory is that they hold a game to pick one random civilian and have one of them romance them just cause and see how far they can get and my bet is that because i was not being easy on Jason, he got bored and went to get someone of his actual league.” she says slumping against the chair dejectedly

Jason was stunned and flabbergasted. Oh his sweet girl, how wrong could she be about ALL of them. She had never expressed anything about this (well he couldn’t exactly blame her either). Had they given that impression? He thought about his siblings obsession and bet. He thought about the challenge and how out of the blue it was. She was right to believe something weird was going on. She had every right to not be trusting because it HAD been weird and they hadn’t noticed because of their excitement to meet her and have her be a part of the family. And then, the pictures with Artemis. Fuck. He was suffering from a cause that wasn’t even his fault, it just was a LOT of lack of communication. Her feelings were so valid.

“I was just a toy, a joke, a charity case, a nothing, a small moment of a good time” she kept on going and a fresh round of tears began, “the worst part of it all is that I’d repeat it in a heartbeat, I’d say yes all over again, cause if i get to be part of Jason’s world even if it’s a small portion of it. You know…there were times i could swear his soul and mine were made of the same magic…we just fit, you know” her voice starts to tremble and she shakes her head, “how foolish of me to think I could have someone that surely was never meant to be mine” she finished and continues to wipe her tears.

“If only you knew my love, my light, my soul, if only you knew, that our souls ARE made by the same magic and were made to be intertwined” Jason couldn’t help but think

They stayed in silent as she finally calms down, “i am so so sorry, i’m here spilling my heart out to some random uber” she starts to apologize and he almost chuckles, she is still so drunk out of her mind she hasn’t recognized him. “it’s alright” he responds

He parks the car, turns it off, helps her out of it and bring her to her apartment. He’s been there a few times and already knows his way around.

Once inside, he carries her a lays her on her bed

Because of all the many nights they have gone facetiming, he knows her night skin care routine by heart, so he sits her up, takes her make up with her make up wipes and helps her with it. He is so gentle with her, as if he fears she might break. He ties her hair up, knowing she hates sleeping with it loose.

The entire time she is looking at the abyss, her head in another world.

Finally he tells her to get changed, which she nods and goes to the bathroom and does.

The entire time is spent with soft orders and a comfortable silence.

once she is changed, she tries to give him his hoodie but he tells her to keep it.

She gets in bed and before he knows it, she’s sound asleep

Today must have been just as draining for her

He goes to the kitchen and comes back with some pain killers for the morning and a water bottle. He puts them on her bedside table and kisses her heads He whispers goodnight and leaves, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the apartment door as he leaves.

Jason sits on the car, and sighs as he turns it on and starts to drive back to the manor

Tomorrow will be hell, that’s for sure.

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