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is your wrist brace helping?
I think it is! I've only have it for like two days and I put it on when I'm feeling pain but I think it helps! I also got an ankle compression sleeve bc apparently I'm just breaking down at the joints lol.
#honestly the hardest part was accepting I needed them#I had an honest to god breakdown in the cvs bc I've always seen the memes of âoh the random pains? That's bc you're thirty have funâ#I'm eighteen#why am I going through something thirty year olds are going through#sometimes it felt like my body was shutting down on me lol#sascha speaks up#asking an ace#not ace culture
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me when i see people get upset at the few characters we have for being aro ace again
#respectfully shut up oh my god#itâs so upsetting seeing creators be afraid to make aro ace characters because of these assholes#lgbtq+#aromantic#asexual#aroace#my biggest pet peeve istg#this is why we hardly have any rep#screw you im making all my ocâs aroace
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aroace nika mickiewicz. is this anything
#fnin#just. this concepts really resonates with me for some reason..#maybe shes aro maybe shes ace maybe she identifies with some other label#idk#this post was brought to you by my ass being fucking done with net#hes funny hes silly but also im so so tired of his romance with nika. its SO ANNOYING IM SORRY#i mean its not rlly that i HATE this ship but its that after the umpteenth book it gets so fucking exhausting#YES net we GET IT youre jealous and dont like it when she talks to other dudes. cool. shut up for 5 seconds PLEASE#i dont hate net. i like him! hes funny! hes a little shithead and thats very entertaining! but oh my god#there are times when i just want to kick him in his fucking face
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Looking at twitter has me all:
#âOh Karl is only friends with S.NF bc he HATES Dreamâ how about you shut the fuck up?#âKarl is weird and scary he's loud and he moves weird!â He's neurodivergent dumbass#âAwww Dream has autism!â how the fuck are you going to deny one man his nd while insisting someone else IS?!#âKarl isn't diagnosed!â Neither is Dream#âYeah well he said he's only KIND of ace so he's not REALLY lgbt!â You are bi by that logic YOU'RE not âreally LGBTâ.#âI hope banter live flops because I hate Karl being friends with SNF!â why are you so obsessed with the dteam having another close#friendship dissolved after what happened with Q I thought you LIKED them?!#âThere's so much mysoginy in this fandom!â Yeah and there's a shit ton of homphobia and transphobia and aphobia and ableism stfu#âI'm going to go hide all of my bad takes on Tumblr so Dream won't see I hate his friends!â how about you just learn how to be a good perso#God these people make me hate this fandom. The worst part is that people actively support their behavior.#discourse
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Can't believe I'm still stumbling across exclus in fuckin 2023 im so tired.
#No cops at pride includes exclus (and terfs)#Like who made you the queer police shut the fuck up#Identities aren't toys#People will identify themselves where they belong#Some aspec folks won't identify as queer and that doesn't invalidate those that do#It feels like the diagram of queer folk who accuse others of wrongfully identifying as queer for social cred or whatever#And people who want being queer to be some cool kids club by excluding the people they don't like is a circle#Like it's all fucking projection#You don't know others experiences! You don't know why someone comes to the conclusions they do about their identity and you don't need to!#Like I'm sorry that when I came out as ace my mom called me a sociopath and when I came out as lesbian she said 'oh thank god'#But that's just how it was for me#If being marginalzied/discriminated/hated is the only qualifier for being queer i would literally only qualify on basis of being ace#Because nobody has ever given me any shit about being a butch lesbian#But I have been singled out for being ace I have been called sub human for being ace I have been called mentally ill for being ace#I have had people encourage corrective rape for my asexuality I have had people tell me to get medical intervention for being asexual#But it's a good thing the only qualifier for being queer is to have an identity that falls outside cishetero social norms#Otherwise I wouldn't be allowed to identify as queer as a lesbian if I suddenly wasn't ace anymore until I got hatecrimed oh no
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phantomquill is my krisnix
#âď¸txt#aa5 spoilers i guess#ace attorney spoilers#dont really want to see them kiss (especially Before the events of turnabout for tomorrow. absolutely not.)#just want there to be an unnameable energy between them . divorced but never married .#theres some fondness for each other buried deep inside and neither of them are happy about it at all#and phantys absolutelyyyyy pathetic about it.#simon visits them to get information from them (because he's a master of psychological manipulation)#(because . simon knows them better than anyone)#and phantys like. 'youre wasting your time. leave me to die' and simons like 'fine' and phantys like . 'wait no . come back đĽş'#they cry and theyre like 'i dont know why my face does this' and simons like 'oh my god shut up i know you know what crying is.'#theyre so. whatever .i dont like them (lie)#good morning btw
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Iâm going to tentatively assume this is a shared phenomenon. When aspec ppl have to continually reminds themselves that other ppl actually do and experience things and donât just. Not *
#asterisk bc we all know aspec experience is varied!#okay sorry I made this vague as hell let me elaborate#I feel like I genuinely forget that ppl actually have sex instead of just think abt it and make jokes#like. logically I know people actually have sex. but I think I forget that?#then an 18 yo I know will talk abt having sex and Iâm like oh my godâŚbut ur so young? wait sex? u actually do that????#I feel like this will come off as. sex negative and shaming and thatâs NOT what I mean idk itâs so#hard to explain the exact sequence of thoughts and feelings surrounding this#also like. itâs been maybe just over a year since I started identifying as ace#and before that I really did think I was âtypicalâ in sex/romance and I justâŚ.didnât prioritize it and thatâs why Iâd never dated or had sex#and the thing is. I literally do want to have sex. with caveats but still I DO and like yeah my sex drive is low as shit so#but also. maybe itâs just theoretically I would have sex? bc when I think abt ACTUALLY doing it Iâm like oh god how awkward and oh god what#and thatâs probably a lot of anxiety but#okay Iâm shutting up now.
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That one where faz breaks in to look for his garlic crusher? The framed sticky notes thing was made up, it's just the list of the comedians that's there
#Tumblr just reading this like WHAT THE HELL WHAT DOES THIS MEAN#guys come on just keep up honestly#why isn't Tumblr well versed on faz's life#do i have to release a tell all book on Alex Fasolo and it's just all the faz fics I've written#I'll do it#resign from Sophia and take up writing#resign from Sophia and become a recluse and spend 24/7 writing Alex's memoirs#don't eat or sleep till it's done#publish and then my life's work is complete and i can go#I'll finally leave you in peace Tumblr#I'll try and finish the faz book quickly okay it'll be fine#and then read out exercepts from it at my funeral#oh please turn my eulogy into something about faz#Just talk about faz for the entire eulogy#thanks#and then play Another Man and Thank God I'm a country boy during the funeral#pretend they're my comfort songs but really they're faz's#don't tell me faz's comfort song is ace of base#shut up#The final song is faz in a blonde wig and dancing to that Bruce Springsteen song
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#i can't shut up but oh my god#ive been so depressed these past few months and i genuinely cannot remember the last time i have been this happy#it was probably months ago but its so vague this feels so genuine and light and my heart is beating so fast#ace attorney investigations collection......... i feel so alive#personal
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ooooh my god oh my gOD Iâm so fucking stupid I was seeing this girl like. 2 years ago and we were on a trip with some friends and she was like âhey you wanna come hang out with me. In my bedroom. In my bed. I was just gonna turn on a show or somethingâ and I was like âsure!â So we watched a bit of TV and I felt myself dozing off and the second I did I was like âHey Iâm gonna go back to my bedroom cuz Iâm sleepy gnâ because I didnât want to fall asleep in her bed and Make Her Uncomfortable even though we were like. Pre-dating and she fucking INVITED ME in. What the fuck. She was definitely trying to do something. And I just. Didnât even consider it. 2 YEARS later and it fucking clicks I am so dumb
#ok Iâm my defense she thought she was ace and also had a history of sex abuse so I was like Not Sure What Was Appropriate Given That Info#but god#âcome hang out with me in my bedâ CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR MESSAGE THERE#in my defense I was 17 and stupid#I am still stupid but add 2 years but oh my godddd oh my god#Mae Will Not Shut Up
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â you⌠donât like me very much, do you? â Â
ă â ă | ă always accepting. ă question prompts. @lufitaro
What's going on, here? Did Straw Hat learn some kind of hidden Haki technique that he doesn't know about? Some magician's spell shit? Some kind of curse? Kid hadn't detected any approaching danger headed his way, nor had he read any malicious intent from the rubber boy, and yet, inexplicably, for a reason he cannot fathom, there's a fresh pain in his chest. A mysterious sharpness he cannot explain. An intense affliction that causes his jaw to reactively clench.
He doesn't trust this little weirdo. He's doing strange things he doesn't understand again.
â ...The Hell is this coming from? What are you asking me for? Why should you give a crap what I think about you, anyway? â
He didn't know what gave him that impression. If he genuinely disliked him, he would have told him bluntly. Or, you know, tried to kill him. Neither of which he has done with any legitimate sincerity.
Kid has a very distinct way of displaying that he likes someone. It's subtle, but those who know his nature can probably tell that their relationship isn't built on animosity. They're rivals, and Kid is obliged to treat him as such, but that doesn't equate to automatically detesting him as an individual. He would be infinitely more callous if he actually despised him.
#lufitaro#ă â ËË | GET OUT OF MY WAY | ask. ă#[ // oh boy.... ]#[ // listen. LISTEN. ]#[ // I was originally both a Sabo and Ace RPer. Sabo and Ace were my primary muses for what's very almost been a decade. ]#[ // I have a very strong connection with both my Sabo and my Ace muses. ]#[ // so for me to read that ask ]#[ // and to FEEL how SAD luffy was when he asked that ]#[ // just made me experience a degree of anguish i cannot possibly accurately describe in limited tag space. ]#[ // that HURT me. i just felt sabo DIE INSIDE and i felt ace getting ready to THROW HANDS. ]#[ // god i feel like i need a shot of something after that. ]#[ // jfc luffy you made me FEEL something. ]#[ // anyway luffy stop; kid does like you i promise. ]#[ // kid is really tsundere and he bullies people he likes. ]#[ // he's mean to his friends too. ]#[ // he play fights y'know? like when puppies rough and tumble with each other. ]#[ // alright i'm gonna shut up now. i need a strong and bitter coffee. ]#[ // thank you for sending in the meme!! ]
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THE WAY YOU WRITE IS JUST SO YUMMM so yeahđ§đťââď¸can you write something about streamer ellie <33
â: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. definitelyyyy hasn't been...months...anyway. positive this is one of the worse things i've written, but didn't wanna leave you hanging forever! ngl it's pretty filthy..heh.
â: 18+ pretend those twitch guideline things don't exist. remote control vibrator use, orgasm denial, sub-ish!ellie?? plot twist at the end bc i think im so funny. 1.6k wc. don't mind the layout of this idk what else to do...
You watch your girlfriend stream her game from your fluffy and comfortable spot on your shared bedâyou observe how focused she was on her screen, how her skilled fingers were flying across the keyboard and mouse. It would certainly be a shame to disturb her in such a high tension moment but you think it over, running your finger over the small buttons of the sleek little remote in your hand.
"Yeah, yeah, got 'em! Look at that guys, I fuckinâ aced that!" Ellie rejoices in her victory, and gleefully boasts to her viewers, adjusting her microphone closer and leaning back in her chair.
You're glad you were far off camera, her fans didn't even know she was in a relationshipâEllie made it clear she wanted you to be separate from her hobbies, not because she wanted to keep you a secret, but because she wanted to keep you safe. And you enjoyed watching her stream from the sidelines like this, you saw how her personality captivated viewers and how much fun she really was. But you also enjoyed messing with her on the occasion. Like today.
"Can I watch tonight's stream again?" You asked her eagerly. "Yeah, why not? I'll be doing some tournaments and stuff though, so no distractions." Oops. You bit back a laugh. Ellie immediately sussed out the mischievous look on your face and she sighed, expecting the worst.
Then you showed her the box you've been hiding, "Please let's try, I won't click it too much, I promise." She stared at you for a whole minute, maybe more, before sighing and reluctantly agreeing, rubbing her hands all over her face. "God, fine. Just 'cause I love you. Damn you're evil."
Fast forward to nowâthe device was snugly inserted inside her pretty pussy, tested out to prove it does in fact work, and works well at that.
So off Ellie went to play her game, getting so caught up in everything she seemingly forgot about the device entirely. In between games she was talking to the viewers, reading the chat and joking back and forth. You decided it was a good enough time to click it so you pressed the button, only for a miniscule zap.
She jerked in her seat, gasping, but quickly recovered with a strategic cough. "Phew sorry guys, something got caught in my throat." You saw a bright berry blush spread across her face, and the way she fought to turn and throw a glare at you. This was going to be fun.
"Alright, the next roundâs gonna start, we gotta lock in! Hopefully nothing pops up and this goes smoothly. I can taste the win already.â She put a certain warning tone to her voice in the last part of her sentence, you knew it was meant for you, but were you going to listen? Absolutely not. "Oh yeah chat fun fact, this old area of the map was inspired by ancient ruins just ofâah!" As if her body had a mind of its own, she squirmed in her seat and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a moan when you hit it again, but this time you didn't turn it off right away. You kept it going for a few more seconds, to prolong the terribly delicious sensation.
She screwed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath until you turned it off, mumbling to her viewers about "having hiccups". "The game is starting now, so we really gotta get serious." Her voice had an unsteadiness to it only you could hear, she was keeping her composure rather well so far. But likely wouldn't be able to keep up the act for much longer. Even she has her limits.
As her match went on, she got quiet when she was focused, mashing the keys with a speed fast as sound. Of course, you hit it again, just a short one, causing a choked "guh" to escape from her lips and she twitched when you did so, her facade starting to crack. The effort to keep her voice stable was showing, she was huffing and struggling to get her words out clearly, they were laced with obvious irritation.
"Fuck missed the shot, dammit. Yeah I don't know, somethings up today, sorry guys...off my game." You decided to be nice to her until the game ended, not pressing it further or adjusting the intensity. She played for a little while longer before losing the match, leaning forward on the desk with her face in her hands. This was the perfect moment, so you cranked it up, increased the intensity to maximum, and held the button for the longest time yet, making her whineâa low, drawn out sound she couldn't stifle this time.
You could hear lots of messages being sent, pings in rapid succession, they were probably clipping that moment. Perverts, you thought.Â
Her chest was noticeably heaving up and down, her legs spread as she rocks her front against the chair, and she kept her head lowered until you decreased the intensity but didn't turn it all the way off. Her hands were shaking, and her face was a vibrant cherry red, the screen even reflected the sparkle of a couple tears in her eyes.
âWhat? Oh, I'm just so sad about the loss guys, we were so closeâhnn- soâŚso closeahhâI mean, we should've gotten thatâŚâ She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip and tapping her fingers on the deskâs wooden surface. âYâknow what, I'll be right back.â She paused the stream, made triple sure her camera and microphone were turned off, then whipped around in her chair to face you, glaring silver daggers your way.
You just giggled innocently and turned the device off again. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you, this shit is not- not light on you at all.â Her voice was breaking, her pretty features contorted in a beautifully needy expression, eyebrows furrowed and eyes all watery. Nearly as wet as the mess in her pants. You feigned innocence and shrugged at her, âWell I didn't know it was that strong.â âYou knew damn well.â She's fed up with your antics, but you have fun playing with her. She covers her face and leans back in the chair, the embarrassment in her voice the only thing you could hear, âFuck you...turn it up again, wanna cum.â
You couldn't contain the laugh that burst forth from your chest, then said, âOnly if you stream it.â The shock that flickered across her face was priceless, you wish you could have snapped a photo.
âWhat the fuck do you mean by that, nah forget it.â
âHey, you gotta finish your stream either way, they're waiting. Would you wanna be so awful and deprive those darlings of your presence?â
You flash her a sugary smile, and she shoots you a murderous look again, before wordlessly scooting back to her setup, fanning herself briefly and readjusting her coppery hair.
Then she turns the stream back on. âSorry guys, I had to get up for a second. Anyway, let's play one more game. I'm getting kinda tired today. Let's make this one count, lock in like never before.â She takes a deep breath, cracks her knuckles, and begins smacking away at the keyboard buttons. You're able to see the way she looks tense, on edge, anticipating your devilish interruption.
You debate whether you should torture her, but the answer quickly becomes clear. Click.
âAhâfuck!â She sputters, and roughly slams her fist on the desk. The pleasure was hitting her with full force, she was in her own, lewd, world now. Her head is thrown back, back arched and hips stuttering, the release was about to sneak up on her.
You watch the scenario unfold, licking your lips and pressing your thighs together to deal with the pressure between them. Her unapologetic moans get louder, but for a second she snaps out of the trance to sit back upright, turn the stream off, before the peak hits her like a truck.
âHoly, fuâhah!!â With a squeal she cums, not caring about how fucking loud she was being, wanting to be selfishly absorbed in ecstasy.
She started to jolt around in her seat, the throes of overstimulation making her whimper like an animal in heat, it truly was a sight to behold. You wish you were in between her legs, lapping up her sweetness straight from the source, but in a way, just watching from the sidelines was satisfying enough. You'll clean her up afterward.
Finally you turned it off once and for all, and gazed at her, she was panting heavily, the post-orgasm glow making her rosy skin shimmer in the low light.
âHmmm, thanks babe, that was so goodâŚâ She tried to talk, her head was in the clouds, but she looked at peace.
âYou're a whore.â You chortled, and you two shared a laugh.
Although, a flurry of shrill sounds brought you both out of the fantasy. Ping, ping, ping.
Unfortunately she wasn't able to enjoy the aftermath of a mind-numbing session, because her eyes shot open and she began scrambling to find the source of the sound. Your stomach dropped as you watched her panic, her neuroticism infectious.
She looked at you, her eyes wider than saucers, nothing but fear in her voice, âI wasn't able to turn my mic offâŚâ
What was she going to do now?
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Play Pretend Pt 2 | Charles Leclerc x Law Student! Reader
Summary: Lightning McQueen realises he misses Elle Woods. Or, when Charles finds out your goals always had him in mind, he realises he should've done the same.
Warnings: Swearing. Redemption. Miscommunication
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YourUserName i declare my date for the weekend guilty of being too cute and snuggly
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charles_leclerc i hope he is behaving
â YourUserName he pissed in my slipper.
â charles_leclerc how do you know it was him? whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
â YourUserName he fell asleep at the scene of the crime
maxverstappen1 what a cute little terror
â YourUserName heâs forcing me to watch the imola highlights so he can watch his favourite driver win again
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â danielricciardo that is such a lie, you literally told me yesterday that i was his favourite driver
â arthur_leclerc you are all forgetting that his uncle is his favourite driver
lilymhe sleepy boy
â YourUserName he wore himself out running away with my highlighters
YourBestFriend okay, these pics are cute but i still donât forgive him for eating my pizza
â YourUserName donât tell the internet i let him have pizza, youâll get me into trouble with his father
â arthur_leclerc donât make me tell on you
â YourUserName i thought you still liked me :(
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YourUserName itâs official, your honour đ
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charles_leclerc leo and i are so proud of you, y/n/n. you worked so hard for this. enjoy every moment, you deserve it
â YourUserName tell leo thank you for the cake. Iâll save him some for later ;)
â User1 the wink? the wink! what does the wink mean?
User2 charles and y/n are the definition of exes who cannot stay away from each other. they donât follow each other but theyâre always lurking haha
schecoperez congratulations, y/n. look forward to seeing you soon
â YourUserName thank you for the chocolates!
maxverstappen1 congratulations, y/n. canât wait to see what youâll do next
â YourUserName kick your ass in karting
â maxverstappen1 keep dreaming
â YourUserName i think yesterday i proved i can achieve my dreams
User3 anyone else finding the red bull boysâ comments odd?
â User4 no, theyâre just being supportive like the rest of the grid?
danielricciardo fucking ace! well done, y/n. go forth and kick some ass
â YourUserName who let you out of the old folkâs home
georgerussell63 how shitfaced did you get last night considering your graduation post is a day late
â landonorris mate, she was worse than me
â YourUserName donât tell people that! i'm a lady
â landonorris a lady who threw up on her kebab and then cried until pierre bought you a new one
logansargeant woohoo 𼳠it was lovely to be able to celebrate with you last night. thank you for inviting me
â YourUserName thank you for coming! and teaching me some cool new moves
â logansargeant yeah, letâs not talk about those. i think i put my hip out
â danielricciardo and they call me old!
yukitsunoda0511 letâs go! well done, y/n!
lilymhe iconic elle woods behaviour
â YourUserName what, like itâs hard
â alex_albon getting you to drink water last night was hard
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redbullracing congratulations, y/n. we never doubted that you could do it
â User5 ariana, what are you doing here
arthur_leclerc oh god, you are going to never shut up about this are you
â YourUserName just say youâre proud of me and move on. i saw the giant bouquet of flowers, and donât say they were from maman because i recognised your handwriting
â arthur_leclerc damn.
YourUserName a big thank you to everyone who has supported me along this journey. to those who came to support me last night and put up with my awful drunken singing. and I suppose a thank you to the F1 grid for ensuring my home looks like a makeshift florist. i love the flowers but i will be chasing bees out of my home for at least a week
User6 they all got her flowers đĽš
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redbullracing no, itâs not hearsay. Y/N L/N truly has joined the Red Bull family as an intern for our legal term. we look forward to seeing what she can do, and hopefully welcoming her into the fold full-time tagged: YourUserName
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maxverstappen1 um, excuse me, why the checo hat
â YourUserName obviously because he is the #1 choice to support
â maxverstappen1 my insta handle indicates that iâm #1
â YourUserName that was so cheesy. i hope it gave kelly the ick
schecoperez that is a perfect hat
â YourUserName i agree. if you sign it for me, i bet i can get it to sell for a fair bit on ebay
â redbullracing donât worry. weâve got loads you can have
User7 babe broke up with THE charles leclerc and then went, and now iâm going to become besties with your rival
danielricciardo i think she should just be my personal legal aide
â YourUserName sounds like thatâll involve an awful lot of work for somebody who has just started
â danielricciardo iâm sorry, are you saying iâm a handful?
â YourUserName i didnât think youâd understand me if i spelt it
landonorris you know, if you joined mclaren, we could provide you with a papaya jacket
â YourUserName i wasnât aware you had any openings
â landonorris youâd do a great job doing my washing
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User8 can somebody check on charles? make sure heâs still alive after this news
â User9 did you see that he liked this and then unliked?
georgerussell63 this is mercedes amg erasure
â maxverstappen1 youâll get over it but you wonât get y/n
pierregasly congratulations, y/n/n. itâll be nice to still see you around the paddock again
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charles_leclerc BEST DAY EVER â¤ď¸ thank you for everything, i love you all
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oscarpiastri congrats bro
â User1 thatâs no way to speak to your father
YourUserName leo and i are so incredibly proud of you charles. you deserve this, enjoy tonight x
â charles_leclerc tell leo i canât wait to celebrate with him tomorrow when iâm sober, and thank you for the gift x
â User2 i love that they still donât follow each other but are congratulating each other on their greatest achievements so far
â User3 the kisses!!!!
User4 she shouldâve been in the paddock
â User5 she was! arthur posted a story celebrating, and you can catch a glimpse of her in the background
arthur_leclerc lets goooo â¤ď¸
scuderiaferrari bravo charles!! so proud â¤ď¸ hereâs to many more
User7 the form on that dive đ
â thisisnoty/n talk about buns of steel
â User8 is this y/nâs secret account?
YourBestFriend congratulations, charles. we watched you cross the finish line and couldn't have been prouder
â User9 we? who is we?
â User10 we all know thereâs no way y/n would miss his monaco win, even if theyâre not together
YourMum fĂŠlicitations, charlie. so proud to watch you grow from the teenager to this amazing man
â charles_leclerc merci maman l/n. thank you for watching and supporting me <3
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YourUserName fit for the weekend
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danielricciardo i canât believe max didnât burst into flames being that close to a ferrari jacket
â YourUserName donât be silly. he wanted to steal it
â maxverstappen1 donât tell lies. i kicked her out of the garage for her betrayal
redbullracing and why arenât you in uniform
â YourUserName i was given the weekend off?
â scuderiaferrari forza ferrari
â redbullracing then what were you doing in our garage
charles_leclerc leo said you need to come back from mclaren because you ran off with his rope toy
â YourUserName oh, thatâs what leo told you, was it?
User11 okay but is this confirmation that she was in the ferrari garage for charles?
oscarpiastri you left your 81 cap in hospitality
â landonorris she did that on purpose because the 4 cap was much better
â YourUserName @ oscarpiastri can you bring it to family dinner for me?
User12 everyone is a ferrari fan
User13 wait, wait, wait. family dinner?! whoâs in attendance, yn!!
User14 charles has followed her again!!!
â User15 i genuinely thought he would follow max before he followed y/n again
pierregasly not the best weekend for alpine but as a die hard chary/n shipper, it was a perfect weekend
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ââââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââââ
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charles_leclerc mon coeur, the day i met you, i was a silly teenage boy who spilt his drink over you at a karting event in a way to gain your attention. and now, many years later, i can proudly call myself your fiance. every moment spent with you feels like standing on top of that podium. thank you for allowing me to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of our lives
(to the general public, y/n says you have to be nice to me about my emotional caption. donât forget, sheâs a licenced lawyer now and can sue you all for defamation)
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pierregasly and to this day, i stand by the fact that telling you to spill your drink on her was the perfect way to gain her attention.
â YourUserName i still canât believe charles took your advice on how to flirt with women
â pierregasly it worked though, didnât it? and i am the proud boyfriend of beautiful kiks so, i am clearly master
â YourUserName ew, keep your bedroom stuff to yourself
â pierregasly you just lost your wedding present
oscarpiastri congrats you guys 𧥠i am so happy for you, my dad and future step-mother
â YourUserName and you just got yourself banned from family dinner. i'm too young to be called stepmother
scuderiaferrari i think the theme should be disney cars
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landonorris simp
â charles_leclerc @ YourUserName i told you heâd be mean
â YourUserName sorry bebe but iâm not suing lando. his fans are tougher than i am
User1 charles can you fight? âcause your gf is too hot for you
â charles_leclerc *fiancee
georgerussell63 mate, the fact that you managed to convince her to forgive you AND agree to marry you a year later
â alex_albon itâs the dimples. who can resist
â lilymhe is there something youâre not telling me?
â alex_albon iâm in love with charles marc hervĂŠ perceval leclerc
â YourUserName same
ââââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââââ
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YourUserName the evidence is conclusive. your papa and i cannot wait to meet you, only another 5 months to go
#BabyLeclercComing2026
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charles_leclerc je tâaime plus chaque jour. you are the light of my life, as well as the day you agreed to be mine forever, you have made me the happiest man
oscarpiastri i canât believe iâm going to be a big brother
â charles_leclerc the bestest big brother
â User2 i love that this joke is still running two years later
scuderiaferrari all iâm hearing is that we have roughly 5 months to build a baby seat into charlesâ car
pierregasly omg omg omg omg omg. stay calm, stay calm. itâs HAPPENING
â francisca.cgomes why did you have to tell him? now i have to talk him out of buying elaborate gifts
â charles_leclerc i love how youâre both acting like you werenât told on the weekend
â pierregasly iâm just so excited!
â YourUserName @ francisca.cgomes has he stopped crying yet?
â francisca.cgomes no
maxverstappen1 i am so happy for you y/n. baby leclerc will make such an adorable addition to the red bull garage. you will make an amazing mother after the way you have bossed checo and me around these past two years
â YourUserName i think you mean, cared for and cherished, not bossed
User3 wait, but isnât this the reason charles and y/n broke up two years ago
â User4 they broke up because charles was talking about kids straight away and y/n wasnât ready. theyâve now been married for a year so iâm guessing sheâs ready now
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redbullracing brb working on building a baby play area in the office so you donât have to worry about childcare. iâm a good babysitter and we can babyproof the garage. it'll be great!
â User5 i think itâs safe to say everyone at red bull are excited for baby y/n
schecoperez felicidades y/n and charles. what lovely news. mucho amor to you both
danielricciardo i ate way too many cupcakes at the announcement party though. i swear the frosting changed something inside me
â User6 youâre telling me that the grid were invited to the baby announcement 𼚠be still my beating heart
â User7 and according to inside sources, a few of them cried
â alex_albon whoeverâs telling you that i cried, donât listen to them!
â lilymhe don't lie to the people
ââââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââââ
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charles_leclerc when your little man canât decide if he wants to be like his maman or papa from one day to the next so he combines both for his 5th birthday
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YourUserName not featured is baby lec running around with a mini gavel sentencing everyone to prison whilst wearing his race helmet
alex_albon i still think my sentence was a bit harsh
â lilymhe you deserved those 10 minutes on the naughty step, you ate all the mini doughnuts!
â alex_albon yes but he finished it by smashing me in the kneecaps with the gavel
â YourUserName yeah, he gets that from charles, sorry
â charles_leclerc đą
redbullracing happy birthday to our favourite leclerc! we hope to see you back in the paddock soon
â charles_leclerc stop trying to steal my son, you already have my wife!
â YourUserName and i thought i was your favourite leclerc!
â User8 admin going to have some angry parents to contend with on sunday
maxverstappen1 i still think uncle max wins best present
â YourUserName i canât believe you had it engineered to go that fast
â pierregasly yes but uncle pierre will be helping papa charles to repaint it so itâs not covered in red bull logos
â maxverstappen1 @ YourUserName if he does that, iâm going to unfollow him again
â YourUserName ffs pierre, i just got them to publicly make up, kiks, tell him
â franscisca.cgomes behave yourself
jensonbutton little man clearly knows his mum is way cooler
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danielricciardo please stop inviting me to events where there are cupcakes. i have no control and your mini monster just laughed as i sobbed whilst shoving another one in my mouth
â landonorris i donât think you should say these things online
charles_leclerc also not featured is y/n crying all morning about her baby boy growing up
â YourUserName charl, donât lie to the fans. they all know youâre the one crying
â charles_leclerc but he was so little, and he used to come to work with us and now heâs telling us he wants to be just like his clever mummy and his fast daddy and - i just cannot đ
â maxverstappen1 @ YourUserName like i said on your wedding day, are you sure this is the one you want to marry?
â YourUserName afraid so
â charles_leclerc i would divorce you but you are a very good lawyer and i do not imagine i would come out of it so well
ââââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââââ
Requests welcome. I will be doing more Part 1s for some of the other drivers.
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NEW PIN ! ę° đŞˇ LUST FOR LIFE đ§§ËâĘÉ ââ choso kamo đđ . . . SAVE ?
âand i was like take off, take off, take off all your clothesâ
contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. dom!choso / bsf!choso, kinda ooc, mentions of sex toys, solo masterbation, getting caught, m rec oral, deepthroat, spit, dirty talk, missionary, some possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie. 2k words.
choso realized early on in your friendship that he finds issues in locating exactly where the metaphorical line lies between you two.
he knows that, yes; he loves you with an unconditional devotion that scribbles color over every inch and corner of his life. if he could, heâd bring the moon down and bottle it up for you. in the shape of his love. heâd steal the stars.
but sometimes his brain cramps up in confusion because he shouldnât be imagining how soft and clammy his best friendâs pretty little hands would feel wrapped around the girth of his cock, right?
he knows itâs wrong. he knows heâs just being gross; thereâs always a subtle pang of guilt that strums and strings at his heart when heâs with you, but every time he stiffens at his very, very lively imagination, he just canât help the tight grip, his thumbs rubbing little circles on his sensitive tip before moving with the rest of his fingers to jerk off to the pictures you send him throughout your day.
and you donât make it any easier for him.
the way your touch lingers for too long, your gaze planting camellia seeds over the plot of his cheeks.
and now, heâs staying at your place while his ac gets fixed; he spent a grueling few days in the oppressive summer heat, sticky and sweaty, and couldnât bear it any longer. naturally, like the great friend you are, you warmly offered up a guest bedroom to him. and he accepted.
he quickly went to pack a few daysâ worth of clothes and toiletries. while scrambling around his room one last time to make sure he had everything, he saw the pink lip outline of the fleshlight he stuffs full almost every night; the fleshlight that he bought in your exact skin tone.
he almost brought it. almost. but decided itâd be rude to indulge himself like that in your guest bedroom after you so graciously offered the space to him. so he left it.
god, does he regret it now.
lying in bed after dinner where you mustâve been trying to kill him, wearing nothing but a little crop top and some boy-shorts underwear. the cotton mockingly hugging up on the cuff of your ass. doing nothing to clothe you.
even in the guest room, everything smells like you. the soft of the sheets, the silky pillows, hell, even the air. itâs too much. like your scent took a physical form to torture and encase his entire body.
âhaaa ⌠fuâ fuckâ his hips roll languidly against the plump mattress as he groans out, ravened locks falling all over the bones of his flushed face. he sinks his teeth into one of the pillows, drooling all over it, and screws his eyes shut to imagine how your pussy would feel letting him in, stretching around his cock, ânghh ... yea. just â just like that âŚâ
sitting up, he pushes the heavy covers off of him; heâs hot, sweating under the thick duvet. pulling his shorts down because itâs too much. poor boy is too hard, throbbing and leaking all over your sheets with a pretty pink dusting his body, âshit..â he whispers sweetly, laying his warmed, wet tongue flat against his palms before wrapping around himself, almost whining at the contact.
he flicks his wrists rhythmically, his mouth bowing open at how loudly his messy cock squelches, filling the room, his hips canting up into his fists.
but he wishes it was you.
the pretty wings of his eyes flap and flutter shut, picturing the way the fat of your ass would bounce on him, how youâd cream all over his cock, âso fuckinâ messy for meâ oh my godâ wondering how you touch yourself. do you use your fingers? toys? he could probably fill you up way better than any plastic ever could .. do you ever think of him when you play with your pussy? âfuckâ fuck fuck fuckâ
his eyes peel back open to the door he purposefully left cracked. though he knows getting caught now, like this had the potential to ruin the entire friendship, he banks on the chance that you want him too. his head falls back against the wooden headboard like a marionetteâs dropping from its strings. so caught up in making himself cum he doesnât hear your feet shuffling, nearing the room.
the deep groans you heard from your room stirred you awake, urging you to check on him, pulling you closer and closer to the door until youâre right up by it. you can see his dark silhouette through the crack. your eyes growing big at how heâs quickly pumping himself.
you move closer; the door is only slightly ajar and something inside you wants to see more. hear more. your heart thumps rhythmically in the drums of your ears and your shoulder presses against the wood, causing a creek to sound and cut through his moans like velvet.
you freeze.
his eyes lock onto yours, and he freezes too. even though this is what he wished for deep down he didn't actually expect the stars to align, for better or worse.
your breathing picks up, your feet glued to the ground as if gravity hated you, rooting you in place. and choso canât think of anything to say but a meek, âsorryâ waiting and watching how you react:
your teeth clamp down to chew on the fat of your bottom lip. your breaths coming out in quick winds, big eyes falling to where his hand squeezes and coaxes out drops of sticky precum.
â⌠come hereâ
your upper body scrambles, almost leaving your legs behind as you pad towards him. crawling over the thrown sheets up onto the bed and it dips. behind your wispy lashes reveals fairytale like eyes because youâve been wanting to have him like this for as long, if not longer, than he has.
he parts his thighs and you nestle between them without a word, moving your hands to his bare legs as they frame you; digging your nails into the taut muscles. as long as youâve known him, choso has obsessively gone to the gym. vibrantly showing you basically nudes rebranded as âprogress pictures.â you squeeze his legs making him twitch, his hand moving to your chin, making you look up at him, âi want you .. to wrap these preetty lips,â his thumb moves to push and stroke against your bottom lip, âaround my dick. been thinkinâ about them for so long. can you do that for me?â heâs groaning with a raw authority youâve never heard or seen from him.
and it makes you so fucking wet.
you nod and he leans back, scooting his hips lower and spreading himself. âuse your words. i donât want this unless you do, tooâ
âyes. i want it so bad. want to make you feel good, choâ you grab his cock with both hands, warm and throbbing against your soft palms, before pushing it up against your flushed cheek, rubbing it against your pretty face.
âthatâs it. i knew youâd want it, pretty girl. now show meâ
you press light kisses to his flushed tip, up and down his length, watching keenly as he hisses at your little touches. whispering out a, âso pretty.â
heâs watched and replayed this scene so many times in his head; you laid out between his legs pressing puffed lips against his cock, but it doesnât hold a candle to the real thing.
you stretch out your jaw, letting him plug up your warm mouth. his eyes roll so far back with a deep groan, your tongue laying flat on his veiny underside as you bob your head on him, your hand moving to massage and squeeze what doesnât fit in your wet mouth, the other groping at his heavy balls, âfeâ haah, feel so good.â
heâs already so close from earlier, raising his ass to buck into your little mouth even though youâre full of him. his tip knocking against the back of your throat making you whine out muffled, âhmph mhmmâ âs
âdonât â shit. donât talk with your mouth full, baby. take me all in, you can do itâ
he grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you all the way down making you gag, spit pooling and spilling out around where he clogs your little mouth up. tears line your eyes, spilling over your cheeks as he fills up your throat, âaht aht baby take it all. youâre almost there. câmon âŚ.. mhhmmm theeeeere you goâ
you pull off of him gagging and coughing out glops of fat, foamy spit.
âoh âm sorry, sweet thingâ he leans in to lick at the spit and tears dripping down the point of your chin before kissing you. his plump pink lips pressing so harshly against yours, tongue sliding greedily into your mouth licking at every corner. the clumsy wetness of it all has you panting as he pulls back, clear spit trailing from your mouths.
âplease .. let me fuck you. been wanting to for so longâ
his eyes sort of soften as they bore into yours, begging silently with a puppy like glow.
â .. me tooâ you assure and he moves to guide you onto your back, grabbing your legs. he presses a sweet kiss to the base of your ankle, âmm. iâll take such good care of this pretty pussy. âs mine now, right?
âyes .. yes, choso. fuck me. âm all yoursâ
he pushes your little thong to side to smear his swollen fat tip against your messy folds, pushing up against your clit âso wet fâme baby .. i did that? you liked having me down your throat that much?â
âhnngg, choâ stop teasingâ
then, he realized that you came into the room with nothing but an oversized tee. and a cute little thong. for him. slapping his cock against your pretty cunt three times before smearing against your folds again.
he sinks into your warmth with a long, drawn out, âfuuuuuucckkâ at how your little pussy opens up for him, squeezing him so tight. and heâs so big. stretching you out, dragging his fat length against your pinky walls, pushing his hips into yours until he fully bottoms out.
his hands dig into your skin, so rough he might leave bruises because heâs trying so hard to keep himself grounded and not dump his cum into you right this moment. you feel so good. too good.
he moves slowly at first. letting your pussy adjust to him as his thumb swipes against your clit, easing him in. ââs almost there, baby, you can do it. let me in, pretty girlâ
he continues to pet your clit, then you look up into his eyes. and they stare back into yours. dark purple swirled around pools of black, âharderâ
thatâs all he needed to hear.
his hips harshly slam into yours, your body arching up to meet his deep strokes. angling to make sure the sweet curve of his cock hits that spot that makes you shake, bolts of pleasure striking through your entire body.
the room fills with your little whines, pretty broken moans of his name. heat emitting from your body and mixing with his as he moves to grab at your boobs. the tips of his fingers tweaking and pulling your nipples, âaahhh, choâso fuckâ
your legs hang over his shoulder, sweat slipping and sliding down his temples, âtell me youâre mineâ reaching up you struggle to hold on to the girth of his biceps, âyours! âm all yours!â
youâre so close. so sensitive, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him in tune with every heavy snap of his waist. âgo ahead, baby. give it to meâ
itâs feels like youâre on fire. every inch of your body so overwhelmed itâs almost painful. your skin flushes and a warm sensation washes over your entire body as you squeeze around him, âtheeeree you go, baby, mhhm, thatâs itâ shaking against his strong arms when your orgasm cracks like lightning and rips through you.
his cock throbs inside you, his strokes growing sloppy and heavy as he fucks you through your high. overstimulating your pussy. he pushes to drain his thick cum inside you. paint your warm walls with him, groaning out your name.
âholyâ shit..â his breaths come out in heavy gasps, twitching you as he grows soft in the solitude of your silky walls.
heâs so warm. filling you all the way up with fat globs of cum. âmmmm, keep me in, babyâ pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. then another to the tip of your nose.
as soon as his ac gets fixed, heâs going to throw away that stupid toy. heâs got the real thing to fill up now.
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đđđĽđĽ đŚđ đđ˘đĽđĽđ˘đđ§ | dad's best friend!cillian murphy x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ | based on the following request: what would dilf/dad's best friend cillian do if he found your dildo?
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ | 5k (this was literally supposed to be a drabble...)
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ | smut (18+ only), significant age gap (reader is college-aged, cillian is in his late forties), voyeurism/exhibitionism, semi-public sex, use of toys, praise kink, unprotected sex, very brief/semi sarcastic 'sir' kink, shockingly fluffy??
Not that your parents' anniversary cocktail party wasn't horribly riveting (cue dramatic eyeroll) but you were upstairs, on your bed, on your phone; you'd had enough of 'so how's college going?' and 'what's your major again?' and 'got any boyfriends yet? you must be a heartbreaker' for one eveningâ or a lifetime, preferably.
It wasnât even that comfortable to be on the bed in your party dressâa cute, short sparkly one that youâd picked out for tonightâbut it was better than standing around and trying to balance in those sky-high heels; those you had kicked off into the corner of the room the second you were alone.
When you heard a small rap on the door, you hummed a quick "Come in!" and didn't even look up from your phone, figuring it was your mom or dad come to find you after you disappeared.
Instead, you heard Mr. Murphy's voice as he leaned in the doorframe; "Sorry to bug you," he said, startling you slightly as you closed Instagram and set your phone down. "Just needed a Tide penâ your mom said you might have one in here?"
"O-oh, yeah," you said, sitting up, "sureâ what happened?"
"Salsa fiasco," he joked softly as he shut the door behind him, showing you the dark red stain on his shirtâ though the shirt itself was red, so it wasn't too egregious, but still noticeable.
"That's too bad," you chuckled, "I warned them about that salsaâ if you serve salsa, there's gonna be a fiasco, that's what I said."
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "They should listen to you more," he agreed.
"I've got a couple stain remover pens in that top drawer," you suggested as you pointed to your dresser.
"Great," he smiled, starting to unbutton the shirt; you got nervous for a second until you realized he had on a black undershirt beneath. It's hard to say why you were nervous about that, since you'd seen him shirtless plenty of times in the years you'd known him...
"Nobody's worried about me going missing, right?" you wondered as he continued working on the buttons, and he shook his head while shrugging slightly.
"Not yet," he replied, "but they're going to want to find you soon, you're sort of the star of the night."
You rolled your eyes, frowning. "It's my parents' anniversary party, I think they should be the focus."
"Maybe they should, but you're the much more interesting one," he informed you.
You pulled your legs up a bit, leaning to the side as you sat on your bed; as much as all this attention from your parents' friends was usually annoying to you, something about being interesting to Mr. Murphy didn't bother you so much. "Is it weird for you?" you asked, lowering your voice a bit; he tilted his head quickly as if to ask what you meant. "Going to an anniversary party after, you knowâ"
The words hung in the air, seeming to gather around his conspicuously naked ring finger: after the divorce. "Oh, no," he scoffed, taking off his cufflinks. "It's fine; but I'm sick of the questions about it."
You winced. "Sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Don't worry," he laughed finally shirking off the shirt; he looked a little too good in just the short-sleeved undershirt. "You can make it even by letting me ask you how college is going."
"Oh god," you groaned, rolling your eyes, and he laughed.
"If I didn't know from your parents that you were acing it, I'd worry that your aversion to talking about it meant you were struggling somehow."
"It's not that," you assured, "it's the people."
"The people?" he pressed. "Or the guys?"
You laughed nervously, looking down at your lap. "Geez, you learn to mindread while I was gone or something?"
He stepped around your bed to get to the dresser, laying his shirt down over it. "No, I just remember that timeâ somehow. And I remember how much of a headache I and every other young guy was."
"I guess not much has changed then," you smiled.
"What, I'm still a headache?" he grinned as he looked over his shoulder at you.
"No, I meantâ"
"I know what you meant, I'm just teasing," he chuckled. "Top drawer you said?"
"Yeah," you nodded, and he opened the top drawer of the dresser; of course, only right then did you remember that you should have specifically said top left. Because the top right wasâ
Oh shit.
You swallowed thickly as Cillian stared down into the open drawer, and your heart pounded as you somehow hoped and prayed that what was in there had turned invisible or something; but if the look on his face was anything to go by, it was just as visible as ever.
âIâfuck, sorry, I forgot thatâsââ you choked out, face burning impossibly hot. âI never meant for you to seeâIâmâcould you shut the fucking drawer, please, you pervert?!â
âIâm the pervert?â he laughed thinly, looking at you again finally. âYouâre the one with a massive fucking dildo in here.â
âWellâyou werenât supposed to see thatââ
âYeah, butâfuck,â he choked, âI was just looking for your stain remover and I see yourâ you have aâ are you sure that isnât technically considered a weapon or something? Howâs a guy supposed to compete with that?â
âThatâs the great thing about it: he doesnât have to compete,â you explained, âthatâs sort of the whole idea.â
He looked back at it for a second and you yelped, reaching your leg off the bed to kick him in the hip. âWould you please shut the drawer?!â
âSorry, sorry,â he laughed a bit, âbut I mean, how am I supposed to react to that?
âWell, youâre not supposed to just stare at it!â you insisted.
He shut the drawer, giving you a look you couldnât possibly decipher.
âWhat were you thinking?!â you said, somewhat rhetorically.
âIâwell,â he hummed, looking away from you for a second, âI was thinking that I canât imagine how you can possibly fit something like that.â
You blinked quickly, not sure what to say in response to that. âWellâI mean, itâs a little big, but⌠it gets the job done. Keeps me from calling the guys I shouldnât be calling.â
He nodded. âWell, thatâs good⌠none of those college boys could possibly deserve youâŚâ
His eyes were running all over you, and even though youâd picked out this dress just for this party because you loved how you looked in it, you felt a little exposed by his stare.
âI just canât believe a girl like youââ
âCome on, Iâve never been a saint,â you scoffed, glancing away.
âNo, I just mean⌠the size of that thingâŚâ he trailed off.
âYou really canât get over that part,â you noticed, âis this some kind of⌠intimidation, Freudian situation?â
You glanced quickly at his pants, and he started to deny it instantly. âNoâcome on, itâs notâI just canât believe you take all that. For fun. It looks like it would break you.â
You hadnât even had any drinks at this anniversary party, and yet you found yourself with this foggy head like you were tipsy; you blurted something out as if you were tipsy. âWhat, you want me to prove it?â
His chest sunk a bit, and you were about to take it back when he spoke before you. âIâd like to see you try.â
Biting your lip, you sat up on the bed, reaching around him and into the drawer. He didnât step back or out of the way, just let you grab the toy and lean back on the bed in front of him.
You reached up under your dress, sliding your panties out of the way, finding yourself suddenly plenty wet to fit this toy.
His eyes never left you, though they certainly travelled all over your body as you pressed the toy up to your entrance; it was thick, he wasnât wrong, and you had to slowly warm yourself up to it whenever you used it on yourself.Â
After pushing with enough pressure, the tip finally slipped inside and you let out a small sigh. He watched carefully, and your lips fell open into a moan as you pushed the toy deeper into yourself. When the stretch became a bit too sharp, you winced and slowed down, trying to take your time even with your heart racing and hands shaking.
You heard his own breathing picking up, watching you take the toy deeper; you found your gaze wandering over him, even lingering on his groin to see if you could catch a bulge growing there, but nothing was obvious yet. You stared for a moment at his hands, too, suddenly wishing to have them all over youâwell, maybe not that suddenly, youâd sort of thought about this before. It wasnât until somewhat recently that you noticed how sexy he was. Maybe when you were younger, you understood that he was better looking than all the other adults you knew, but only once you left for college did you start thinking about him out of nowhere, imagining what he was really like when he wasnât just being friendly with youâyou even asked your mom once on a phone call if he was dating anyone. Thankfully, she didnât seem to get suspicious when you asked that; but sheâd be more than fucking suspicious if she walked in now, saw you doing this to yourself under his watchful eye.
Oddly enough, the knowledge that someone could walk in and see this just made you even more desperate, and you gasped as you pushed the toy in deeper.
It still wasnât all the way in, and you already felt so full⌠truth be told, he had a point about it maybe being too big for youâwhen you usually used it on yourself, you only put it in a little over halfway, since that was all you really needed. You hadnât put the whole thing inside since you first got itâand yes, youâd ordered it online, because if youâd seen it in person you probably wouldâve been as intimidated by its girth as he was.
Your decision not to wear a bra with this dress became very apparent when his gaze settled on your chest; your nipples were hard, and clearly visible under the fabric now. It was just because it was strapless that you went without, but you were thankful for it when you saw him quickly lick his lips at the sight. You dared to moan just a little louder as you pulled the toy in and out, picking up your pace carefully.
âHowâs it feel?â he asked lowly, his eyes drifting back to where the toy slid into you.Â
âGood,â you mumbled, âreally fucking good.â
âCan you really take it all?â he pressed, making your walls clench on the silicone.
Instead of answering aloud, you simply pushed it all the way in until your eyes rolled backâit was so deep, pressing heavy and fat against your deepest points until it felt like you might burst.
âFuck,â he praisedâit was just a swear, but the way he whispered it made it sound like a praise.
You sped up slightly, trying to do this the way you normally would without someone staring at you. But you were even more sensitive with him watching, your walls clenching more and more around the toy until it was almost hard to keep thrusting it in and out. Sighing, you shut your eyes and laid back on the bed to try to help yourself relax. The change in angle just seemed to make the toy go deeper, rubbing harder against the spot inside you that made your back arch.
âYouâre so wet,â he breathed; you whimpered, nodding in agreement, and kept moving the dildo as deep as you could get it with every thrust.Â
Your free arm went back over your head to hold onto the comforter under you, your hand gripping tight for some relief for the pressure inside you. âFuck yes,â you whispered, knitting your brows together and fucking yourself faster. âFeels so fucking goodâŚâ
He hummed a little, but you kept your eyes shut, afraid youâd lose your nerve if you looked at him again. It had been months since you used anything but this, and you had no regretsâthe toy performed way better than any of the guys youâd met at college. But, truthfully, you didnât like having to do this to yourself. It felt like you could never move it fast or hard enough, and you needed to constantly have perfect control over the toy to get yourself to comeâand when you come, the last thing you want is to take control, you want to lay back and lose control. Still, it was better than the college fuckboys who smelled like beer and didnât last more than two minutes.
Thinking about them wasnât going to help you now, though; it was much better to think about Cillian, about those icy blue eyes running all over your body, about how his hands would hold you down while he claimed you, about how his lips would feel on your neck before he whispered in your ear that you were hisâŚ
You let out a sharp and sudden moan as the toy hit harder on that spot; your legs started to shake. âGood girl,â he mumbled, making you moan even louder because god, those words just sounded right in his accent, with that rough voiceâand they sounded right being said to you.
âFuck,â you choked, âMr. Murphy, Iââ
He laughed a little. âSo polite,â he cooed. âOpen your eyes and look at me.â
Though it made your heart beat even faster, you did as you were told. His stare was all-encompassing, making you feel completely trapped in a way you enjoyed more than you couldâve imagined.Â
âCall me Cillian,â he insisted.
You werenât sure if he meant to literally call him that right in that moment, but it sort of came out anyway: âCillian,â you moaned, and the grip heâd taken on the dresser behind him tightened.
âCan you come for me?â he asked lowly. âRight now? Can you come on that fake cock?â
You bit your lip and nodded, moving the toy faster and fasterâ more desperate to come than ever. âIâfuck, yeah, Iâm closeâŚâ
âGood,â he praised again. âLet me see you come, honey.â
Your back arched harder, deeperâyour hands were shaking but you kept going, holding on tight to the dildo and forcing it back and forth as your legs began to quiver.
Moans poured from your mouth faster than you could try to quiet themâeveryone was downstairs, you just had to hope the music and conversation was enough to drown out your desperate, pleading noises. âFuckinâ beautiful,â he mumbled, right as you hit the peak and melted into the mattress, a wave of ecstasy pouring over you.
You felt hot everywhere, but especially between your legsâyou could swear you felt yourself leaking out around the toy, soaking it, giving away how needy youâd become and not even having the mental energy to feel any shame for it.
Cillian certainly didnât look like he was trying to shame you for it; when you opened your eyes again, he had a stunned expressionâin the best way. âYou normally come that fast for a toy?â
You laughed a little, but you still couldnât quite catch your breath. âNo,â you admitted, âit normally takes⌠a bit longer than thatâŚâ
âWhat was different about tonight?â he mused, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes again.
âShut up,â you sighed. âNow I have to figure out how to take this thing outâIâm always sore afterâŚâ
âIf you can handle putting it in, taking it out shouldnât be much trouble,â he noticed.
Which, yes, that would make sense, but after coming you always got all tight and sensitive and it could be a little intense.
âHow about I help you?â he offered, and your chest tightened. He waited for you to nod before carefully wrapping his hand around your own, watching your face as he gently guided you to pull the toy out.
Your lips were slack and your eyes were probably glassy and dazed as he looked at you like that, completely enveloping you in his stare as he studied every detail of your expression. Aside from some heavy breathing you didnât react much to him sliding the toy out of you, until the ridge of the head reached your entrance and you winced.
âShh,â he soothed gently, âitâs okayâŚâ
A long sigh of relief emptied your chest when the toy tapered off and you felt the last of it slip out of you; you really noticed then how soaked you were, as a draft in the room seemed to cling to the patch of wetness that had coated all between your legs somehow.
âLemme see, baby,â he cooed under his breath as he set the toy aside, kneeling down and resting a hand on the inside of your thigh to keep your legs open.
You could barely catch your breath with him doing that; youâd never had someone⌠look at it like that. You felt incredibly vulnerable but impossibly sexy as you heard him sigh at the sight. âIs it all stretched out now?â you wondered.
âNo,â he said, âyou look⌠just as tight as before. Fuck. Thatâs incredible.â
You bit your lip, sitting up enough to try to get a look at his face past the puffiness of your dressâ skirt, and he smirked up at you with the loveliest sparkle in his eye. âReally?â you breathed, and he nodded.
Even though your hands were still shaking you suddenly felt brave; maybe it was just the afterglow, but you grabbed him by the shirt and sat up to kiss him, colliding your lips with his. He reciprocated instantly, putting his hands on your upper back that the strapless dress left bare.
The kiss was perfectâneedy but not too fast, sweet but not too chaste, teasing but not too slow. The guys in college couldnât even kiss like this⌠you were wondering why you ever even tried with themâor, you wouldâve been if that kiss left you capable of thinking about anything but him. âNeed you,â you whispered as you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders.
âFuck,â he mumbled against your lips, a hand holding your waist while he started to kiss your neck and jaw. âNot hereâyour parentsââ
âDonât care,â you whimpered, âIâm soâfuck, Cillian, pleaseââ
âYou already came,â he noticed with a small laugh, âdidnât that take the edge off?â
âNot enough,â you whined, getting impatient and running a hand down over his shirt and down to his pantsâand you smiled proudly as you felt the hardening bulge beneath. He choked a little when you touched him there, holding you tighter. âYou want me too,â you noticed.
âOf course I do, butââ he breathed, then stopped himself as he tossed you back on the bed; you giggled as he crawled up over you, pinning you down. âBut we canât⌠your parents would have my head on a platterâonce theyâre done serving crawfish etouffee off of it downstairs.â
âWell, I wasnât planning on telling my parents,â you smirked. âWere you?â
âNo,â he agreed, kissing your neck again as you hummed happily. âBut if they found outââ
âSo? They wouldnât like if they found out about what just happened, eitherâand they wonât.â
âBut this is different,â he insisted.
âHow?â
âBecause thisâŚâ
He trailed off, kissing down your neck and over your shoulder, until a hand reached up to pull your dress down and expose your chest.
âShit,â he sighed at the sight of it, and you smiled up at him.
âYou were saying?â you teased.
âRight, erm,â he swallowed, âthis is different becauseâbecause if we do this, youâre gonna be my girl. Not just a misguided one-time fuck because you were turned on after screwing yourself with your dildo while I watched.â
You felt a little out of breath but nodded up at him. âOkay,â you agreed.
âOkay?â he repeated, looking a little shocked. âI tell you that you have to be mine and you just say okay?â
âWhat was I supposed to say, yes sir?â you joked.
âI just meanâshit, if I knew it would be this easy, I wouldâve said something sooner,â he chuckled. âBut Iâm, er, not complaining about the yes sir thing eitherâŚâ
He sat up and started to unbutton his pants, making you wiggle a bit on the bed impatiently. Even though youâd just gotten filled by your big toy, you felt needier than ever for something inside youâsomething real.Â
Your throat caught when he took it outâ it was pale and veiny just like the rest of him; long, uncut, a bead of precum starting to leak from the slit⌠it was beautiful, honestly. The artificial fleshy hue of the silicone could never compete.
âBig enough for you?â he asked with a smirk, but you had to swallow before you answered because your mouth was watering.
âYeah,â you panted, âplenty.â
He kissed you again, laying more of his weight on top of you; your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close as he pressed you down into your bed.
One hand found your wrist and held it back above your head, while the other kept a tight wrap around his cock so he could guide it to your waiting entrance. When he pushed inside, you both sighed with relief like youâd been longing for this for agesâperhaps because both of you had, in your own ways. âFuck,â you breathed, âCillianâŚâ
He whispered your name back to you, heavy and desperate and right by your ear, and you absolutely knew you were his, just like he said. He only stilled for a moment when he was all the way inside, already starting to rock back and forthâbut he was sort of tender about it, watching you move under him as he fucked you. âSo pretty,â he praised quietly, kissing you again, even harder than before. You both moaned into the kiss, and a warm, rough hand settled on your thigh under your dress.
Soon, the pleasure was too much to even focus on kissing, and your mouth just fell wide open in front of his as needy moans passed through it. He stayed close, though, watching your face go slack with ecstasy. The previous orgasm had left you sticky and sensitive inside, still totally dripping for him, everything in you begging for more. âOh my god,â you sighed, eyes rolling back, your composure completely slipping already. He made you feel so good so easilyâand fuck, the way he was looking at you, it was just too much to bear.
âMm,â he hummed proudly, latching his lips onto your neck again until your fingers tangled in his hair. He moved down and caught a nipple in his mouth, making you whimper as he suckled at it gently.Â
âFuck,â you whined, nearly pulling him along by the hair when he moved to the other one; you couldnât stop clenching inside, squeezing him until he groaned against your skin.Â
âWonât last if you keep doing that,â he warned you softly.Â
âWhat if I donât want you to?â you teased, and he growled a little between his teeth, sitting up to look down at you. He fucked you harder, but put a hand on top of your head and pet your hair for a moment, looking at you like you hung the moon; how could he be so dirty then so adorable within the same split-second?!
âIâll do whatever you want me to,â he decided, speaking softly, âhow about that? What do you want me to do?â
That was a little too much power to give you, at least in your opinion, but you grinned as you considered it. âThen I want you to come way too quick,â you decided, âlike all those annoying college boysâbecause you just canât help yourself.â
He laughed a little, though he stopped to bite his lip as he fucked you even harderâand faster, too. âOkay,â he breathed, âdonât know why you want that, butâfuckâ it wonât be very difficult after that little show you gave me. You look so pretty when you comeâŚâ
âJust keep going and you can see it again,â you promised, holding onto him tighter as he pressed into you and really let you have itânot really rough or anything, you couldnât risk making any more noise than you were, but still aggressive and passionate and desperate.
He kissed your neck again, burying his face in your shoulder and finding the spot that made you gasp out his name suddenly; your fingers clutched at fistfuls of his undershirt, and your legs began to shake where they were hooked around his hips and half-pushed-down pants.
âOh my god,â you gasped, the pleasure hitting you againâbut it was better than with the toy, it was stronger, and it just kept going because he kept going. When your head fell back onto the mattress with a sigh, he realized that heâd made you come.
âWait, fuck, I wasnât looking,â he rushed as he popped his head up from the crook of your neck, âdo it again.â
You laughed breathlessly and pushed against his shoulder a bit; âShut up, I canât do it on command.â
âYou did it the last two times I told you to,â he reminded you, and that just made you feel even more deliciously dizzy.Â
Yes, you were definitely his girl nowâtotally addicted to him. Youâd never felt like this with somebodyânot just physically, but the trust and the laughter and the comfort of it all. This wasnât a too-empty dorm room that still smelled like fresh paint, it wasnât a mattress with no sheets in an apartment with 5 roommates nearby, it wasnât a guy you vaguely knew from a two-hundred-student class or someone you saw on a dating app and talked with for an afternoon before meeting for âcoffeeâ (it was never just coffee). This was Mr. Murphyâand that shouldâve made it weirder, but somehow, it just made it make more sense.
âSo, if I tell you to come again,â he spoke lowly by your ear, a new authority to his tone, âyou should come.â
You couldnât think of anything else to say: âYes, sir,â you breathed, hugging him close to you and pressing your face against his shoulder.
Of course, it wasnât quite instantaneous, but just another minute of him giving you those deep, controlled thrusts right into your favorite spot sent you over the edge easilyâand this time, he gently guided your face out of its hiding spot and looked at you, watched your pleasure overtake you, tenderly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. âGood girl,â he praised softly, kissing you again just as the last of it drained from you; you were so numb that you barely heard him whisper something to youâit took you a few seconds to process it.
âIâm gonna come,â heâd whispered to you, âfuck, youâre so fucking warmâŚâ
âCome inside,â you instructed, and for all the concern he tried to perform for you after you said that, his moan was undeniable, as was the way he started to move faster.
âFuck, really?â he nearly whined. âAre you sure?â
âYeah,â you nodded, panting.
âYouâre onââ
âYes, please, just come inside me,â you begged, and he finally stopped protesting and pressed himself as deep into you as he couldâyou could feel the way his cock flexed, and it made your exhausted walls dig up just enough energy to flex back.
âFuuuuck,â he groaned, holding onto you tightly.
You hummed a little at the feeling, turning your face towards his, hoping to see what he looked like in this momentâbut he pulled you into another kiss before you could get a good look. Even this kiss was different from the othersâa little slower, a little more tired in a wonderful, dreamy way. He was breathing heavy against you, and eventually he found the energy to push himself up with his arms on either side of your head, and you smiled up at him. He looked really fucking good like this: his face a bit flushed, which seemed to show his freckles and fine lines even more (which you adored); his hair falling down, a little wavier from the slight sweat heâd worked up; his lips swollen and slick from the kisses; and those eyes, they looked as beautiful as always, but they made you feel beautiful, too.
âIs taking this one out gonna hurt, too?â he asked you with a smirk.
âProbably a little,â you shrugged.
âFor both of us,â he agreed, âIâm so fucking sensitive now⌠you really do have me acting like a desperate college boyâbut you know, itâs been a while, soâŚâ
âRight, sureâgood excuse,â you joked, but you didnât mind any of it either way.
He did it a little quicker, pulling back as he took a sharp breath in, and you giggled softly.
âFuck, I can feel it, like⌠leaking out,â you admitted, biting your lip at the sick satisfaction of the warm gush.
âI think I need to see that,â he said, sitting up and picking your legs up from under the knee to look at you. This was apparently a habit of hisâand you were starting to get used to it already.
âHowâs it look?â you asked, wondering if heâd finally stretched you out after that.
He just stared at it for a moment longer, running his tongue over his teeth, before finally looking back at you and saying with a smile: âLooks like you need the Tide pen more than I do.â
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Always You
Summary: Spencer is in love with his best friend, you already have a boyfriend.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU fem!reader
Category: fluff, angst
Warnings/Includes: being called a bitch (not by spencer), sharing hotel rooms, pining, love confessions, break ups, (un)requited feelings, HAPPY ending
Word count: 4.6k
a/n: if your partner of multiple years does not know your basic likes and dislikes ..............
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For two years, seven months, two weeks, and six days, you have been a dedicated member of the BAU. For two years, five months, two weeks, and four days, Spencer Reid has been hopelessly in love with you. But for two years and four months, and one week, youâve been in a relationship with Duncan Cody, the Counter-Terrorism agent who everyone not-so-secretly despises. Spencer was just too late to tell you how he felt, and for two years and four months, that regret has gnawed at him, leaving him haunted by what could have been.Â
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The team was on a case in a small, dusty town in New Mexico, and the accommodations were limited, forcing everyone to double up on rooms. Naturally, you chose to bunk with your best friend, Spencer. But he was unusually tense about the arrangement.
âHey, JJ, can we switch?â Spencer asked, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
JJ looked up from her phone, puzzled. âHuh? Why? I thought you liked rooming with Y/N.â
Spencer swallowed, trying to keep his voice low and steady. Usually, he did love sharing a room with youâit was comfortable, familiar. But the oppressive heat of New Mexico had driven you to wear lighter, more revealing clothes, and Spencer had been struggling with the sight of you all day. The thought of what you might wear to bed, or worse, the possibility that you might wear nothing at all, had his mind spinning and his temperature rising.
âYeah, no, I do. Itâs just⌠I thought you might want a chance to room with her instead of Hotch,â he stammered, attempting to sound casual.
JJ smiled warmly, shaking her head. âAww, thanks, Spence, but I donât mind. Hotch and I usually just talk about the boys until we pass out. Itâs actually been pretty nice.â
Spencer forced a tight smile, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten as JJ cheerfully dismissed his suggestion. He could hardly blame her; in fact, he would normally jump at the chance to room with you. But the idea of spending the night so close to you, especially in the sweltering New Mexico heat, had his nerves frayed.
Back in the room, you were already making yourself comfortable, tossing your bag onto the bed with a carefree smile. "It's like a sauna out there," you groaned, fanning yourself with your hand. "I might just sleep in my underwear tonight."
Spencerâs breath caught in his throat, his mind racing at the mental image that followed your innocent comment. He cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldnât betray him. "Y-yeah, it's definitely... warm."
You flashed him a grin, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. "At least the AC is working, right?"
"Right," Spencer echoed, swallowing hard. This was going to be a long night.
âDo you mind if I take the first shower? Iâll be quick, I want to get right to bed; Iâm beat,â you asked, glancing up from your go-bag as you rummaged through it for your toiletries.
Spencer, trying to keep his cool, nodded quickly. âYeâyeah, thatâs fine.â
You smiled, seemingly unaware of the effect you had on him. âOh, and which bed do you want?â
He blinked, caught off guard by the question. âUm, whichever is fine.â
âThank god, I want the one by the window. Thanks, Spence!â You flashed him a grateful grin before grabbing your things and heading off to the bathroom.
As the door clicked shut behind you, Spencer exhaled a breath heâd been holding. It was wrong to fantasize about his best friend, especially in the very not-safe-for-work way that he often did, and especially when you had a serious partner. But he couldnât help it. You were the kindest, most genuine person he knew, and the fact that you were also the most stunning person, inside and out, only made it that much harder for him to keep his feelings in check.
Minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, keeping your promise to be quick. However, Spencerâs pulse skyrocketed when he saw youâdressed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top that left little to the imagination. He could feel his face flush as he quickly averted his gaze.
âIâm all done, Spence. Showerâs all yours,â you said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to his inner turmoil.
âUh, thanks!â Spencer blurted out, nearly tripping over his own feet as he shot up from the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom. He knew there was only one solution to his current predicamentâa long, cold shower.
Once both of you were settled in bed with the lights off, you couldnât resist starting a conversation. Sharing a room with Spencer always reminded you of those childhood sleepoversâgiggly, fun, and safe. The quiet darkness seemed to invite whispered secrets, the kind that felt easier to share when you couldnât see each otherâs faces.
âI think Duncan is going to break up with me,â you whispered, your voice just loud enough for Spencer to hear, but soft enough that it felt protected by the shadows.
Spencerâs heart skipped a beat. âWhat?â
You hesitated for a moment, as if hearing the words out loud made them more real. âI hadnât said it out loud yet. It sounds crazy now that I have.â
âWhy do you think heâs going to break up with you?â Spencer asked, his voice gentle, though he could feel a tightness in his chest.
You sighed deeply, the weight of your thoughts evident. âHeâs been pulling away recently. Fewer date nights, less texting during the day⌠I havenât spoken to him on the phone once since we got here.â You paused, gathering the courage to continue. âWe havenât had sex in weeks.â
Spencer felt a sharp pang of something unpleasant in his stomach at that commentâjealousy, frustration, regretâhe wasnât sure. âOh, Iâm sorry, Y/N,â he murmured, struggling to keep his voice steady.
âThanks, Reid,â you replied, your tone quiet and resigned.
For a long moment, silence hung between you, thick and heavy, as if neither of you knew what to say next. Just when you began to drift off, almost convinced that sleep was pulling you under, you heard Spencerâs voice, low and tender, almost as if he was speaking to himself.
âIf he lets you go, he is the single biggest imbecile on this planet.â
You blinked in the darkness, half-convinced you were imagining things. Did Spencer really just say that? But before you could ask, the silence returned, leaving you to wonder if it was just a dream after all.
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No more confessions were made during the case, and within a few days, the team was back home. But for Spencer, the case hadnât been the only thing on his mind. He couldnât stop thinking about the fact that you might be single soon. The possibility gnawed at himâwould he have a chance? Could he ever muster the courage to tell you how he really felt? Who knows?
What he did know, however, was that you had been using him as a frequent escape from your shared apartment with Duncan. Spencer didnât mind; in fact, he cherished every moment with you.
âHey, Spence, do you want to order pizza and watch a movie tonight?â you asked casually as the workday began to wind down.
âYeah, sounds great,â Spencer replied, his smile brightening his features.
As soon as you walked away, Derek strolled over to Spencerâs desk, a look of mild concern on his face. âUh, Reid?â
âYeah?â Spencer responded, glancing up at him.
âI thought you had a date tonight?â
Spencer blinked in confusion. âHuh?â
âWith that girl from the post office?â
âOh.â Spencerâs eyes widened as he realized he had completely forgotten about the date. âI completely forgot.â
Derek raised an eyebrow, surprised. Spencer never forgot anything. âListen, Reid. I know we all have our feelings about Duncan⌠but be careful, okay?â
Spencer frowned slightly, unsure what Derek was getting at. âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âJustâsheâs hurting right now, but what happens when they make up? I donât want to see you getting hurt.â
Spencerâs mind began to race as he processed Derekâs words. âWeâre just friends, Derek. Iâm just supporting her in her time of need.â
Derek gave him a look that was equal parts sympathetic and skeptical. âI hope youâre right, Pretty Boy.â
As Derek walked away, Spencer found himself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts. Was Derek right? Was he setting himself up for heartache? He didnât know the answers, but one thing was certainâhe was in too deep to turn back now.
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You were sitting on Spencer's couch, enjoying a slice of pizza, when his phone started ringing on the coffee table. Since Spencer was in the bathroom, you reached over to grab it, assuming it might be work-related. But the screen flashed a name you didn't recognize: Amanda. Who's Amanda? you wondered, feeling a twinge in your stomach that you quickly tried to dismiss.
When Spencer came back from the bathroom, you waved his phone with a teasing smile, trying to mask the discomfort you felt. "Who's Amanda, Spence?" you asked, your voice light but edged with curiosity.
His face dropped instantly, a look of confusion and then realization washing over him. "What?"
"You got a call from someone named Amanda," you repeated, watching his reaction closely.
Spencer's shoulders sagged as he took the phone from you. "Oh shoot, I forgot to cancel our date tonight. She probably thinks I stood her up."
Your heart sank a little. "Wait, Reid, you had a date tonight? Why didn't you tell me? I could have gone home!"
The mix of surprise and a slight sense of betrayal hung in the air. Spencer looked genuinely apologetic, his eyes wide with concern. "I... I just forgot. With everything going on, it slipped my mind. I'm sorry, I didnât mean to keep you here if you had other plans."
You forced a smile, shaking your head slightly. "It's okay, I just... didn't realize." Inside, you were conflicted, feeling foolish for how comfortable youâd become in his space, reminding yourself once again that you were just friends, despite the years of ignoring that pit in your stomach.
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The entire team had taken note of the significant amount of time you and Spencer had been spending together, and they were all too aware of his long-standing crush on you. Their concern for their friend was palpable, which made the next rooming arrangement all the more telling. When the opportunity arose again for team members to share rooms, JJ immediately claimed you as her roommate. You caught the unmistakable look of relief that Spencer sent her way. What the hell?
That night, as you settled into the room with JJ, the question that had been nagging at you finally spilled out. "Why did Spencer seem relieved not to room with me? Did I do something wrong?"
JJ looked at you with her soft, comforting eyes, shaking her head gently. "Oh, I donât think so," she reassured you in her calming tone. "Last time he asked me to switch, I think he just wanted a break," she added, her words kind but straightforward.
"Got it." The words felt like a punch to your gut. Your best friend didnât want to room with you? The thought made you feel nauseous, or maybe it was the urge to cry that was overwhelming you.
"Is everything okay?" JJ noticed the tears brimming in your eyes.
"Yeah," you waved her off with a forced chuckle. "Iâm on my period, just overly emotional," you laughed it off, masking the true turmoil you felt.
JJ immediately responded with a warm smile. "Aw, honey, I have pain killers and tampons if you need anything!"
"Thanks, JJ," you muttered, grateful for her kindness but still reeling from the emotional sting of the evening's revelations.
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After the case, you found yourself withdrawing from Spencer, the sting of feeling like an imposition too sharp to ignore. Instead, you poured your energy into mending the fraying edges of your relationship with Duncan. Spencer, on the other hand, was left puzzled by your sudden distance, unable to pinpoint the cause of this shift in your dynamic. It wasnât until he caught a glimpse of a faint hickey peeking out from under your collar that he understoodâor thought he did.
âSo you fixed things with Duncan?â he asked one day, trying to sound casual as he joined you for coffee in the breakroom.
âYup. Iâll be out of your hair now, donât worry,â you replied with a tight smile, and without waiting for his response, you walked out, leaving Spencer bewildered in your wake.
âWhat was that about?â JJ inquired, having witnessed the interaction from her spot by the vending machine.
âNot sure, sheâs been giving me the cold shoulder since the last case,â Spencer murmured, frowning deeply as he stirred his coffee absentmindedly.
âOh, I might know why,â JJ said, her voice lowering slightly.
âWhy?â Spencer looked up, his interest piqued.
âWell, she knows you didnât want to room with her,â JJ revealed, her expression sympathetic.
âWhat? You told her?â Spencerâs voice was a mix of surprise and slight irritation.
âShe asked, Spence. She was really upset about the whole thing too. You should talk to her,â JJ advised, her tone earnest.
Spencer nodded slowly, the weight of the situation settling on his shoulders. âYeah, okay. I will,â he agreed, his mind already racing with what he would say to you, hoping to mend the unintentional hurt he had caused.
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"Y/N, can we talk?" Spencer caught up with you just as you were about to step into the elevator on a quiet Friday evening. The office had already emptied, leaving you both as the last on the floor.
"Sure, what's up?" you asked, pausing to face him, noting the serious look on his face.
Spencer opened his mouth to explain the hotel room situation, his mind racing for the right words that wouldn't betray his deeper feelings. "Well, you see, it's about the hotel room situation on the last case, and I justâuh, I mean, when we were assigned to room together, I found myself in a bit of a predicament, or rather, a series of considerations that perhaps aren't usual, or rather aren't typically problematic in ordinary circumstances, but given the nature ofâ"
"Spencer, it's fine. You don't have to room with me on every case. I'm sorry I never asked first," you interjected, misreading his hesitation.
"No, no, I want to room with you," he blurted out, more forcefully than he intended.
"Then why did you ask JJ to switch?" you asked, your confusion evident.
Spencer felt trapped between his desire to comfort you and his fear of making things awkward. "Um...it was just really warm on that case, and IâI didn't want to see you in your underwear," he admitted, his cheeks coloring slightly.
"What? Spencer, you could have just told me. Oh my god! I was walking around in my underwear!" you exclaimed, half-amused and half-mortified.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, looking genuinely apologetic.
"No, Reid, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Is it because I have a boyfriend?" you asked, your tone laced with concern.
Spencer scoffed at the mention of Duncan. "No."
"Then what is it?" you pressed, your gaze steady on his.
Caught with no more excuses, Spencer knew he was cornered. His heart raced with the realization that there was no turning back. "Because I'm in love with you," he confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush.
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Spencer Reid's confession echoed in your mind, each word reverberating through your thoughts like a bell that couldnât be unrung. Spencer Reid is in love with me? The realization sent your thoughts into a tumultuous spiral as you drove home, the familiar streets blurring past. You considered pulling over, needing a moment to process the swirling chaos in your head, but you pushed on, driven by a need to just get home.
When you finally walked through the door of your apartment, the atmosphere struck you immediately. It was dimmer than usual, the air filled with a scent that was distinctly not yours. The smell of soy candlesâa scent you distinctly dislikedâmingled with the scent of red roses, another thing you didn't care for.
"Duncan?" Your voice was hesitant, almost wary as you set your things by the door and walked deeper into the dimly lit space.
"In here, babe," Duncan called out from the living room.
Following his voice, you found him standing in the center of a meticulously staged scene, surrounded by the roses and candles. The setup was so unlike what you would have wanted, so disconnected from who you were.
"Uhhh, whatâs going on here?" you asked, your tone a mix of confusion and a growing sense of disconnect.
Duncan turned to you with a smile that didnât feel genuine, the ambiance around him feeling more like a set piece than a gesture of genuine affection. "Y/N," he began, his voice taking on a rehearsed quality that made your heart sink even further. "Iâve been thinking a lot about us, and I just really think itâs time we take the next step together. What do you say?"
The words, meant to be romantic, felt hollow and oddly generic, as if they were pulled from a script rather than from his heart. Standing there, with Spencer's heartfelt confession still burning bright in your mind, Duncanâs display felt even more jarring.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows as Duncan's unexpected question hung in the air. âWhat?â you asked, your voice shaking.
âY/N, will you marry me?â
The word slipped out before you could even think, a reflex born of surprise and clarity. âNo.â It was firm, decisive, echoing slightly in the quiet room.
Duncanâs face crumbled, his brow furrowing in confusion and hurt. âWhat?â he echoed again, his voice a blend of disbelief and dismay.
You sighed, feeling the weight of the moment heavy on your shoulders. âUh, this is just so out of left field. I mean, we have never once talked about marriage.â
Duncanâs response was quick, a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. âBut, babe, we live together,â he reasoned, as if cohabitation alone was a precursor to marriage.
âSo? You basically ignored me for a whole month,â you countered, your voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside you.
âRight, but then we fixed things, so we know we work together,â he argued, trying to paint a picture of a resolved partnership.
You couldnât help but let out a short, incredulous laugh. âSolid logic,â you replied sarcastically, the absurdity of the conversation becoming more apparent.
Duncan's frustration was palpable. âAre you really being sarcastic right now?â
âYeah, and I wish you were too,â you shot back, wishing the whole scenario was just a bad joke.
Duncanâs next words were sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. âFuck you, bitch.â
You froze for a moment, the harshness of his words striking deep. âWhat did you just call me?â Your voice was calm, almost eerily so, as you fixed your gaze on him.
âA bitch,â he repeated, his voice cold and hard.
âGet out,â you said, your tone final. You stood up, your posture rigid with resolve.
âNo, I live here too,â he protested, but there was a waver in his voice now.
âWhose name is on the lease? Get out before I call my team. Do you want Derek and Emily to escort you out?â Your words were a clear threat, backed by the certainty that you would follow through if needed.
Duncan hesitated, his anger giving way to a flicker of fear as he considered your words. Then, in a sudden burst of spite, he hurled the ring box at you. âKeep it, I donât want your bad juju.â
With that, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a force that seemed to shake the apartment. Silence descended, heavy and absolute, as you stood there, the ring box at your feet, a stark reminder of the relationship that had just disintegrated before your eyes.
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Spencer Reid had cried more times in his life than he cared to count. He cried when he was bullied as a child, when his father walked out on him and his mother, when he made the heartbreaking decision to place his mom in a care facility. He cried when he was kidnapped, when Emily diedâor so he thought. The list of tears was long, but today, he added another entry: the day he told his best friend he was in love with her, only for her to stand there as still as a statue, silent and unmoving, until his heart shattered so completely that he had to leave before she saw him break down.
Now, he lay in bed, the lights off, his eyes puffy and wet, replaying every scenario he wished had happened instead of the painful reality heâd experienced. He sniffled, whimpered, and curled into himself, desperate for a do-over, a second chance to make it right. But life wasnât that kind.
A knock sounded at his door, pulling him from his misery. He ignored it, too consumed by his sorrow to entertain company. The knocking persisted, three more times, before it finally ceased. Relief was short-lived, however, as his phone began to ring. Without checking the caller ID, Spencer answered, his voice sharp and uncharacteristically harsh. âWhat?â
âSpence, itâs me. Please open the door.â
Heâd never moved so fast in his life. Leaping out of bed in such a hurry, he promptly tripped over his own feet and crashed to the floor with a thud. âOuch,â he muttered, pushing himself up with a wince. Ignoring the ache, he scrambled to the door, swinging it open with such force that it nearly bounced back. His heart clenched at the sight of you standing there, your expression filled with concern as you took in his tear-streaked face.
âHi, Spence,â you greeted softly, your voice gentle as if trying not to scare him away.
âHi,â he croaked out, barely holding himself together.
âCan I come in?â you asked, your tone tentative.
He nodded and stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter. Once inside, you turned to face him, clearly gathering your thoughts.
âSo, uh, Iâm just going to talk. You can listen or interrupt, whatever you want,â you offered, trying to ease the tension.
Spencer nodded again, still too emotionally raw to form coherent words.
You took a deep breath. âDuncan proposed to me.â The words hung in the air, a bombshell that detonated in Spencerâs chest. His heart broke all over again, shattering into a billion pieces. âI said no.â
His head shot up so fast he thought he might have given himself whiplash. âWhat?â
âYeah, it was bad. He had red roses and soy candles set up in the living room.â Spencerâs nose scrunched in distaste; he knew how much you hated those things. âAnd when he left, he called me a bitch and threw the ring at me.â
Spencerâs fists clenched, a protective anger surging through him. âIâll kill him.â
âNah, someone else will. Iâm sure of it,â you replied with a small, rueful smile.
His anger softened, replaced by confusion. âSoâŚwhat are you doing here?â
You looked at him with determination and vulnerability. âWhat ring would you buy me?â
âHuh?â Spencer blinked, taken aback by the sudden question.
âIf you were to propose to me, say tomorrow. What kind of ring would you buy for me?â you asked, your eyes searching his.
âA round cut diamond with a thin silver band,â he answered without hesitation, the words spilling out before he could stop them.
âIâm in love with you too,â you confessed, your voice steady, but your eyes shimmering with emotion.
âWait, what?â Spencer was incredulous, his mind racing to process what youâd just said. But even as his heart tried to catch up, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
âDuncan got me a thick gold ring with a pear-cut lab-grown pink diamond,â you explained, shaking your head at the mismatch.
âDid he know you at all?â Spencer asked, the smile growing despite the shock still coursing through him.
âApparently not. Iâm going to kiss you now,â you declared, stepping closer, leaving Spencer no time to overthink, no time to doubtâjust enough time to feel the world tilt as your lips met his.
It was gentle at first, a tentative brush of lips, as if testing the waters. But then something shifted, a dam breaking as all the unspoken feelings, the years of longing and missed chances, came rushing to the surface. Spencer responded in kind, his hands lifting to cradle your face with a tenderness that belied the storm inside him. His thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped in the heat of the moment.
He poured everything he couldnât say into that kissâall the love, all the fear, all the hope. The kiss deepened, growing in intensity, but it remained sweet, a quiet revelation of the love that had always been there, just beneath the surface.
When you finally pulled back, breathless and slightly trembling, your foreheads rested against each otherâs, both of you taking a moment to simply exist in the aftermath of the kiss. Spencerâs eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with wonder and relief.
âIâve wanted to do that for so long,â he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
âMe too,â you replied, your voice equally soft. âIâm sorry it took me so long to realize.â
âBetter late than never,â he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face.
You laughed softly, the sound breaking the last of the tension between you. With your hand still resting on his chest, you could feel the rapid beat of his heart, mirroring your own.
Spencerâs hand slipped from your cheek to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours as if afraid to let go. âSo, where do we go from here?â he asked, his voice carrying a note of hopefulness.
âWherever you want, Spence,â you replied, your smile reassuring. âWeâll figure it out together.â
Spencerâs eyes twinkled with affection and mischief, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. âI never want to room with Hotch again.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. âJust me?â
Spencerâs expression softened, his gaze unwavering as he responded with quiet sincerity. âItâs always been you.â
The words hung in the air, filled with all the meaning and truth he had held back for so long. Before you could fully process the weight of his confession, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second, every sensation.
The world outside seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you wrapped up in the warmth of each otherâs embrace. This kiss wasnât just an expression of loveâit was a promise, a confirmation of everything that had been unspoken until now.
When you finally parted, both of you breathless but smiling, it was clear that nothing would ever be the same. And that was perfectly okay.
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