#sorry its short and im leaving you hanging

[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch 13. Live! On Camera

Ty again for waiting, little bit of a hiatus now.

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I pull myself away from Charlie with one last kiss and slip into my office. I start stream with a five minute wait and title it, "Surprise Guest" before popping back out to grab a chair.

Watching chat roll in I have a thought, opening discord and sending a DM to Bizly.

Hey man. Charlie is joining me on stream tonight. Thought I'd give you the heads up that him and I are good. Coffee and smokes later?

My regulars start to talk in chat and I sink into my own chair for a moment. The notifications come though.

Bizly:

Yeah man come by tomorrow. 😏

I find my breath catching again and click away from the dms. Charlie stands just outside the door, leaning on the frame. I can help but spend a moment admiring how he looks.

"Hey, come in, do you wanna wait just off camera while I start? I'm gonna make em guess who's here," I've got my professional voice on and ready. I'm gonna have to keep collected, to make sure I don't melt at every word he says.

Eyes flick back to the screen, and somehow I've already got more than normal amount of viewers. It's not a crazy amount but it's a lot for me before I'm even on camera. I message my mods in discord.

Hey I'm starting a last minute stream with Slimecicle here, and I think it might get busy. I didn't think I'd need you guys tonight but is anyone here?

Two get back to me right away.

i got you bb

and,

Charlie Slimecicle! 😍 Be there in 20.

I breathe a sigh of relief as the countdown reaches 15 seconds. Unmuting I start, "Hey there's a lot of you guys here tonight. Hello, hello chat," I catch Charlie's amused look from the edge of my vision. "Who's the guest?" I read outloud, "Who is the guest, any guesses?"

Answers flow in and twice I see his name. Along with a long-time subscriber saying she missed me.

"I knoww guys, I've been gone for a while. Lots of photography jobs lately! Yeah, I'm excited for you guys to see them," I settle easily into being live again for the first time in a few weeks. Grinning at the camera as I fade the screen to my face I say, "Looks like some of you know who's gonna be here tonight,"

I let them guess for a little longer and respond to some questions. I see the two mods in chat and figure now is a good time.

"Well I've been making him stand just off screen for like ten minutes, do you guys think I should let him sit?"

Him?

Boy alert

HIM

"Yeah," I cover the side of my mouth like I'm trying not to let Charlie hear, and half-whisper into the mic, "Guys, I have a boy here,"

He laughs outloud and a few people recognize the sound.

That's Charlie!

SLIMECICLE IS HERE

I adjust the kitchen chair beside me and he slides in next to me. "Hey guys!"

Soft launch?

these two are so cute

CHARLIE!!!!!!

My mods already have their work cut out for them, as messages bordering inappropriate get filtered out of chat.

"Guys! Guys be cool. You already know me and Charlie are friends,"

He laughs awkwardly, playing along, "If you can't be good I can go," He says it to chat, but I almost visibly pout at the words.

"If you guys scare my guest away I'm not coming back for another few weeks," I tease. Viewer count has been climbing and new subs start to come though. Unease travels through me. I didn't even really consider how much attention this would get. Chat sends apologies and sad faces our way and I turn to Charlie. "So you said you had some games to play?"

"Oh, uh yeah!" He replies, reaching across me to the keyboard.

I roll my chair back so he can get closer to the keys, but his sudden closeness to me has me feeling hot in the face. I hope my makeup keeps it hidden. The urge to kiss him is strong, but there is no way in hell I'm doing that on stream. My days have become littered with little moments of surprise where I realize how much Charlie fits into me, into my life.

"So what do you think?" Charlie leans away from the screen and looks back at me. He notices quickly that I'd not been paying attention, instead looking at him, and swoops in for the save, "Play a game with infinite craft or start a Wobbledogs game? Or I mean we could always just try doing a bunch of quizzes if you want,"

"Hmmm what does chat think?" I glance over at the screen, regaining my own presence. "Oh they seem to want Wobbledogs,"

Charlie looks straight at the camera and over-acts the praise, "Good job chat! Correct answer."

"Wobblers is it," I grin, taking the mouse again and getting the game ready. I slide sideways to give him more room on camera. "Entertain chat while I open it up?"

He makes a scene of looking like he's pushing me out of the way. With a goofy grin, he asks, "Any goopers in the chat today?"

I shoot him a pretend glare of annoyance.

"Are we gonna make our dogs have babies? Yeah that is the point of the game! Do I think- oop no, mods, ban that guy."

"Do I want to know?" I ask out loud.

"Nope! Okay, how long have we been friends for. Oh man, like a couple of years right?" He glances at me.

"Since '21? Like Summer of 2021," I respond.

"Ooh yeah that's when you moved out here. Did you stream at all back then?" he asks. Charlie knows the answer, but I appreciate the fact that he's playing like he doesn't for chat.

"I did! I did some photography editing tutorial-type streams when I was starting out, but I started playing games when you and the guys invited me to jump in,"

"Oh chats excited, they're getting lore," he leans towards the second monitor. "What's your favorite game to play with people? That's easy, D&D. When is she gonna join for a JRWI episode? Oh man scheduling that stuff is crazy, we usually have guests lined up so far in advance,"

"Oh if y'all get me in there I wanna play a villain," I pipe in. "Maybe I'll tpk a game you're running,"

"So we are definately not going to have you join in," Charlie winces at the idea, playing it up for the camera.

I laugh and switch the camera view to the game we're about to play. "Do you wanna name the first dog?"

The rest of the stream goes by smoothly aside from the times we're obviously beaming at eachother. When Charlie talks about breeding our dogs I hear a hint of playfulness in his tone. I don't think chat notices. Idk about the dogs dude, but you can put a baby in me any day. I think the words to myself as he aggressively rams our strange creatures around the room.

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"They are so gonna make edits of us staring at eachother," Charlie says, running his hands though his hair when we're back on my couch and stream has ended.

"Gross," I tease.

"Hey it's not so bad," he pokes at my ribs, coming in close to tickle me despite the coffee in my hands. When his face nears mine it stops. There's a pause that only feels awkward for a moment before he closes the gap, lips meeting mine for a tender kiss. He starts to slide in closer and I have to put my hand on his chest, keeping him from knocking hot caffeine all over us.

"Charlie, if you get me started we'll be up all night," I warn, "and if you cover us in coffee I'm going to run out of clothes for us to wear,"

While I manoeuvre the mug to the table, Charlie manages to get right up next to me. His body pins me up to the arm of the couch. "I like you better without clothes,"

"Are you planning on staying another night?" I twist to glance at the kitchen clock, it's already getting late.

"I really only have one plan right now,"

His legs hook under mine and he pulls me up into his lap. His kiss presses into the side of my neck and his arms wrap around my torso. As Charlie pulls me close I grab at his shirt to steady myself. The groan in his throat is desperate and needy.

"Baby, I've got plans tomorrow," I murmur.

"What plans?" His voice vibrates on my skin.

"I'm going to uh-" my body shudders and I whimper as he squeezes me tight. Unsure if it will break the moment, I hesitate to continue.

"Yes?" He presses me. I feel hands running up my shirt.

"I'm going to Bizly's," my words are a whisper.

A heavy pause passes between us and worry makes my chest tingle uncomfortably. The tension in Charlie's body holds me still for a moment as I wait for his response.

"Fuck, I'd love to be there," the words are sharp and I don't understand what exactly he means.

The uncertainty passes quickly when Charlie scoops my up, standing from the couch. Suddenly I'm being carried like a new bride through the doorway to my bedroom. He easily tosses me to the bed and my body bounces. Tearing my hoodie off of himself, Charlie climbs over me. Our eyes meet for a moment and I see the lust sitting heavy in his gaze.

"Are you going to fuck him? Let him mark you up again?" Again the sharpness in his tone catches me off guard. But there's more there now, a mocking tone, a teasing.

"Well, baby, the plan is to talk," I say with sickly sweetness.

Charlie slowly peels away my clothes as he speaks, "Thats all?" Hints of feigned disappointment tinge the words, "you're gonna sit there with that pretty little body of yours and just talk?"

"Mhm!" My response is eager, moreso for him than what he's saying.

His touch pulls my attention from his words as fingers travel across me. His touch is becoming so familiar, like the texture of an old band shirt from several summers ago. Suddenly his hands take a firm grip on my waist, "What if he you touches you like this?"

A whimper passes my lips. Charlie hooks my panties and slides them slowly down my legs.

"What's that, love?" teeth flash as his face sinks down my body. "What will you do if he wants you? Will you let him? Let our friend fuck you?" The questions are punctuated with teeth pressed into my hips. I can feel my own wetness, feel the heat radiating from between my legs. Thoughts of Bizly swirling through my head while Charlie's hands are on my body.

"Fuuck," I groan in desperation, "please, you're driving me crazy,"

"Poor baby," he goads me on, "You want him bad, don't you?"

The electric sensation I first felt with these men in Bizly's garage shoots through my chest. My face is hot, and I don't know if I can wait much longer. I beg, "Please, Charlie, I need you,"

"That's right, baby, you need me," his lips kiss me softly but his words stay spiked, "but we wouldn't want to leave out Biz, would we?"

"Uh- umm-" I stutter, "no,"

"Good," Charlie sits up slowly on his knees, leaving me bare and aching in front of him. His sinister smile and heavy lidded eyes make me twitch in anticipation. "Let's call him,"

My mouth drops open, and I look up at my lover as my head spins. Call him? The charged desire in my body sparks again. "To come over?"

"To watch, baby," Charlie chuckles at me, but even with the distance he took, even with the only parts of us touching are our legs through his pants, I can feel it in him too. The electricity, the desire I have, he has it too.

In my head I feel a lightbulb flash, then blink, then shine bright and blinding. The corners of my mouth curl into a smile to match Charlie's. These men want eachother too- even if it's just through me. I should have known. This started with the three of us, with Bizly whispering to me about Charlie, with us all connected on a couch. I wonder for a moment if they even realize it. There's no way in hell I don't let this play out.

Charlie's been waiting patiently, phone in hand. I meet his eyes again. With the sweetest smile I can muster through devious thoughts of getting my two lovers together I purr, "Yeah, baby, let's call him,"

I hear the sound of a discord call ringing before I can even finish the sentence. Charlie does his best to hide the lust in his voice. I don't know if Bizly can hear it, but I sure can. "Hey man, how's it going?"

[evie-sturns]

suit - Chris Sturniolo

summary: Chris has a wedding he has to get to, but he just looks too good in his suit that you just need to take him before he leaves.

contains: smut, soft dom!chris, stomach bulge, fluff, quick sex, bathroom sex.

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5:47pm

chris walks into the living room with a giddy smile on his face, adjusting his tie as he gives you a little spin.

"wooww, somebody looks dapper!" you grin teasingly, standing up off the couch and walking over to him.

he laughs, "matt had to help me tie this stupid thing." he scoffs, adjusting the black silk tie around his neck.

"you look so good though! i didn't know you even owned a damn suit." i giggle, adjusting the fabric around his shoulders.

"thank you thank you." he smiles, giving you a stupid wink as he tries to act proper.

"when do you have to head off?" i ask, my tone slightly quieter now as i drag my nails down his blazer, the fabric loosely hanging over his waist.

"like, 12 minutes." he says, checking his phone,

i give him a small smirk, the room going quiet.

he stares at me in silence, his arms folded over his chest.

"what do you want?" he asks, chuckling softly as i just continue to smile up at him.

"mmm, you knoww.." i shrug,

i can see it click in brain what i really want, how couldn't i? he just looks so good in his suit.

"when i'm home yeah? we don't have enough time." he whispers, pecking a kiss to my lips.

i shake my head, crossing my leg as i clench my thighs together, trying to soothe the ever-growing ache between my legs.

"please chris, i need it now." i whisper, staring up at him through my lashes with my big round eyes.

"i cant- matt and nick are waiting for me.." chris says, scratching the nape of his neck.

"just- just come." i whisper, grabbing his hand.

i silently pull him down the hallway to the bathroom, opening the door quietly before locking it.

"baby- seriously.." he whispers, hes trying to deny it, but i can see the hunger in his eyes as his eyes travel down my body, looking at the tight tanktop which hugs my curves just perfectly.

i drop down to my knees, fiddling with his belt buckle as i gently slide it off.

"please chris..?" i smile up at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.

"fine.. fine- we gotta be real quick though." he sighs,

my grin only grows as i unbutton his pants and slide them down his legs,

he's left standing in his black calvin klein boxers, an obvious tent forming.

i tug them down his legs aswell, his semi-hard erection springing out.

i take him in my hand, my fingers barely able to close around his girth,

he shakes his head, grabbing my hand and pulling me up off my knees.

"don't have enough time for that baby." he whispers, his voice hoarse and croaky.

he lifts me up and sits me on the counter, his hands instantly going for the waistband of my shorts and tugging them off.

he tuts, "no panties f'me?" he grins,

my cheeks heat up as i nod, "sorry.."

"'nah, don't gotta apologise for that sweetheart." he mutters, dragging a finger through my folds.

i let out a sharp gasp,

on a normal day, chris would tease me until im on the verge of tears, but today, he has to be quick.

"gonna be real quiet for me?" he asks softly, positioning his tip with my leaking hole.

i nod frantically, "yes- yes chris, promise." i mumble,

he suddenly slams his cock into me, i feel every single inch enter me at an ungodly pace.

he doesn't waste time to start thrusting, hard.

despite my earlier promise about being quiet, its pratically impossible now, i let out loud moans. his tip is abusing my cervix, his cock showing through my belly.

"oh baby, feel me right there?" he whispers, dragging his cold fingers over my tummy.

i nod with a strangled cross between a whine and a moan,

chris instantly shoves two fingers in my mouth.

thats hot.

my moans are muffled and almost silenced by his long fingers resting on my tongue, i close my eyes as i grip the counter top for dear life, the force of his thrusts nearly making me shift off.

"hurry up baby, gotta cum for me." he mutters under his breath, shifting his spare hand down to my clit,

he rubs quick circles on my clit, i feel my whole abdomen tightening as my orgasm rapidly approaches.

my head falls forward onto chris's shoulder, biting down on the fabric in a weak attempt to silence myself.

"good girll.. so good." he whispers into my ear,

i finally tip over the edge, my stomach dropping as i clench around his cock, i bite down on his shoulder hard as i orgasm, hard.

he thrusts into me a few more times before burying his cock deep, his release spilling out inside of me.

he quickly slides out of me, both of us panting as we lock eyes.

his cheeks are now flushed and his hair is messy, but he still looks somewhat presentable.

"you- you okay?" he asks, dragging his middle finger through my folds and pushing his cum back inside of me.

i gasp with a nod,

he reaches down and checks his phone,

"shit baby, matt and nick are waiting for me in the car, i gotta go." he mumbles, tugging up his boxers and suit pants, fastening the belt around his hips.

i let out a small groan in response,

"im sorry sweetie- dont wanna have to leave you here all messy but i literally cannot be any more late." he sighs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

he goes to turn away but i stop him.

"wait-" i giggle,

he turns back to look at me,

i call him over as i stare at his shoulder,

his blazer shoulder his completely damp from my pathetic attempts to muffle them on it,

i reach out and wipe the fabric free of my spit, "sorry." i grin

chris laughs, "you're good, it was better than you screaming out into the house and alerting matt and nick that im indeed not taking a shit."

i giggle loudly, "youre grossss."

"youre gross!! you've got my 'fuckin cum leaking down your legs."

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

silent treatment

words: 900

warnings: drug dealer rafe, established relationship, arguing but its very fluffy throughout and never actually serious

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @drudyslut @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl

“rafey, are you almost done?” you ask, causing him to turn his head to look at you for the first time since you both entered the party and parted ways for rafe to do business.

“come here, baby.” rafe beckons you closer, so you cross the line of people waiting and take a seat on the couch next to rafe. “what's wrong?”

“nothing's wrong, i just miss you.” you pout, lacing your fingers through rafes. “i know you're selling right now but i thought we would be able to hang out tonight.”

rafe looks at the line of people waiting, then down at his stash. “im almost sold out, yeah? think you can wait ten more minutes?”

“can i sit here?” you ask, and when rafe nods you curl up against his side. he has to shake your hand loose as the next person walks up, buying some drugs that rafe would never in his life let you touch, but had no problem selling to other people.

you busy yourself with playing with a loose strand on rafes shorts as the packets in front of him dwindle down to only one small baggie of white powder left. rafe pockets it, shooing the rest of the people waiting away, telling them to come find him at the next party.

just when rafe finishes counting the money and you expect to get up and actually enjoy the party with your boyfriend, barry takes a seat on the armchair across from you.

“how was tonight?” he asks.

“sold it all, kept a baggie for myself.” rafe splits the money and hands most of it to barry for getting him the supply, pocketing the rest for himself.

“im getting a new shipment in tuesday-” you stop listening as they start to talk business again, linking your hand with rafes and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. you begin to stroke his arm with your other hand, craving any sort of attention from him.

“baby, stop, you're distracting me.” rafe says, pulling his hand out of your grip.

“sorry.” you whisper, looking between barry and rafe, wondering how much longer they're going to take.

“can i sit on your lap?” you ask, knowing rafe doesn't care about others seeing your pda so he shouldn't mind, he's let you sit on his lap in the past, he's even pulled you onto it himself.

rafe sighs, rubbing his forehead before sitting back, pulling you onto his knee so you're purched on the edge.

you groan, knowing that this isn't what you asked for as you turn to frown at rafe.

“baby, why are you being so clingy tonight?” rafe asks, pulling you by your waist into him so your side is pressed against his chest.

“im not.” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

“yeah, you definitely are. won't even let me talk to barry for ten minutes without getting all whiney.” rafe says, a small smile on his face, but it doesn't placate you, it just annoys you.

you stand up, moving away from rafe and leaving him to do whatever the fuck he wants with barry.

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“baby, you didn't talk to me all night, please don't give me the silent treatment again today too.” rafe says, attempting to press a kiss to your shoulder, but you just move away to continue making pancakes. rafe keeps his eyes on you as you move about the kitchen.

you plate your pancakes, leaving the rest for rafe to get himself if he wants them and walk into the dining room. you're glad for the music you put on to drown out the silence at rafe sits across the table with his own plate.

you eat without looking up at him, somehow able to keep yourself quiet.

“so you're giving me the silent treatment but still made enough pancakes for me?” rafe asks.

you simply shrug, getting up to finish your pancakes in the kitchen.

“here, let me do the dishes.” rafe comes barging into the kitchen, interrupting you from beginning to clean. you simply shrug and walk away, not even giving him a thank you. you listen to him start to clean up, snickering silently at his grumblings to himself before heading upstairs to get changed.

“what are your plans for today?” rafe asks when you reemerge downstairs, wearing a simple outfit of leggings and a t-shirt. you give rafe a pointed look, one to reinforce the fact that you are not speaking to him before walking away.

rafe leaves you alone for a few hours when he is in the home gym working out. you peak through the glass doors a few times to admire his sweat sheened muscles, but don't let him catch you and go back to scrolling on your phone on the couch when he starts to clean up.

“im gonna go shower.” rafe calls as he passes through the living room. “care to join me?”

“no.” you call back.

you hear rafe stop in his tracks, halting and turning back to face you. “you just talked to me.”

“that doesn't cou-AHHH!” you shout as rafe jumps over the couch, dropping his body over yours as he presses kisses to your face, your phone long forgotten as it falls to the floor.

“im still mad at you, fuck off.” you say, but giggle the entire time, unable to resist his kisses.

“baby, you can tell me to fuck off or that you're mad all you want, just never ever give me the silent treatment again, i was going crazy.” rafe presses your lips together in a kiss and you give in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“it sounds like you're the clingy one now.” you grin at him.

“absolutely.” rafe nods in agreement.

[berryliciouspie]

ᢉ𐭩 nerd!ellie williams sfw hc's !

⠀ ୨୧ authors 📝 : hey guys ! first ever headcannons so im sorry if im not good at writing im getting the hang of this app ( PLS READ IT THO DON'T SCROLL AHHHH!!)

✦ likes are appreciated i'm new to tumblr!! ( also open to moots in the comments ! ) i also have a req box in my bio if you wanna send me some stuff !! <3

masc women hmu pls dms open .. ahaha who said that ! !

₊ modern au! , shy!nerd!ellie , flirting , bold(ish) ellie , men dni , high-key cringe , not proofread, a little short , probably loser!lovergirl! ellie is a better fit lol , fluff , all that good stuff ! <3

⟢ fluff hc's

ᯓ nerd!ellie is SO down bad for you . and when ur on ur period its no different . she practically kisses the ground you work on , spoiling you in every way .

︎︎⤷ "baabbyy... don't leaave mee.. m' so cold.." you'd say after she gets up from holding you in bed. she was keeping you so so warm , but she wanted to surprise you with something.

"i'll be back silly, stay right there okay? call me if you need me but i'd be home fast." she gives you a kiss on ur forehead while you pout in pain that ur girlfriend is breaking up with you (shes going to the store for 15 minutes max.) while ur in ur death bed (you are in ur shared bed with ellie with 3 blankets , plushies , a hot water pouch , heated blanket , and her laptop playing ur favorite movie).

you'd take a small nap and she'd come home to you're sleepy self. she'd slowly open up her bag of ur favorite (insert sweet treat here). you jolted at the noise of a bag and see ur pretty girl with sweats, a tank top and her adorable glasses you loved so much looking at you while shes on her gaming chair around her set up with the bag.

"you can go back to bed, sleepy girl. it wont go away" she says with a soft laugh.

"ellie .. give it to mee .. " ur hands come out the blankets and ur hands start doing a grabbing motion for it.

she'd chuckle, "how can i say no to my precious baby."

ᯓ when nerd!ellie see's random things on tiktok / reels / pintrest / anything she always says "us!" or sends you videos like that.

︎︎⤷ "baby , look its us!" she'd come running to the kitchen while you are getting water for her.

"mhm els, we are those two french fries." you'd say and you give her a cheek kiss that leaves her cheeks in a deep hue of red. she kissed you back on the lips and then smirked.

"are you a french fry? because i want to eat you out from top to bottom !" she'd giggle and almost die of laughter from her own joke, and you follow as well.

"you fucking corn ball!" ellie would catch her breath before picking you up and putting ur legs around her.

" i love you sweetheart ."

"awww els! i love you dork."

a few days later , she showed you kittens cuddled up together forming a heart while you two were cuddling.

"aww! ellie this is so freaking us, how cute is this!!"

"i know how much you like cats and this is us cause we love each other and they are forming a heart which means they love each other and so thats us and they are super cute and ur super cute baby and-"

ellie would be shut up by you crashing ur lips into hers, and she'd let out a small whimper from how sudden it was. you pulled back and she looked like she was ready for more.

"what was that for princess?" she'd adjust her posture to look as calm and collective as she could (as if you guys haven't kissed many times before and are already dating..) and she covered her face slightly with her hands.

"you looked too cute pretty girl - why are you covering ur face?"

she only replied with a small pouting noise. cute.

"els, cmon look at me."

you held her hands gently and pulled them away from her face so you can see ur beautiful girl. she was so flustered, her face was beet red to her ears and her eyes looked like those of a pup.

"hehe.. ur so cute all flustered."

"shut up." she'd adjust her glasses before laying on ur chest. "s'not my fault ur super hot."

"i know . . its hard being this sexy els!" you'd say mockingly.

she'd rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. "what if we tried making that heart shape?"

"you serious?"

"hey! i'm always serious!" you could only laugh and say " later. "

- nerd!ellie def puts on scary movies (that she is so nerdy abt) just for you to jump on her when shes scared (she also get scared but shhh)

- nerd!ellie geeks out when she yaps to you about dinosaurs, when you just look at her for too long saying "mhm" over and over she literally tweaks in the middle of her sentences and stutters (AUGGHSHHS I LOVE NERDS)

- nerd!ellie is just a girl . in public she'll have a cold face not because she wants to be nonchalant she's just awkward (MY SHAYLAAA💔💔) she just wants to go to her baby (you 😅)

- nerd!ellie sometimes asks to go on late night walks to see the starts and yaps about space and star facts and she'll bring a journal to draw the sky

- nerd!ellie loves to do acts of service , quality time , and physical touch !! she looooves taking care of you , she even leaves the game when you call for her (even when she cant pause💔). when ur doing anything she'll have to be all over you so she'll shut up. whether it be her laying on ur lap or her head is on your shoulder, her hands pulling ur waist so ur closer and random kisses every now and then.

- nerd!ellie loves giving you princess treatment.. need i say more. shes such a cutie aughfhshs

- this is random but my girl def got some corny ass dino boxers HELP

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heyoo guys !! thanks for reading my first real post lol , i got a very interesting (nerd ellie smut LMAO) fic idea for my next post hehehehe stay tunnneeddd!!! (at 30 likes? WHO KNOWS!!)

- berry pie ! <3

[soiwj]

This might be angst but it's more for humor.

Arlecchino with a reader who's deathly afraid of spider to where they have developed a sort of spidysense for when a spider is within 12 feet of them no matter where it is.

Imagine Everytime Arlecchino is around their instincts scream spider so they maintain distance from her no matter what which leads to a misunderstanding of them hating her when in fact it's just that she reminds them of a spider.

Lmaoo this one is hilarious

Spidey senses

SpiderVibes!Arlecchino x SpiderSense!Reader

Drinking your coffee, you look out the window of the cafe. This day is like every other. The sun shines brightly through the streets of fontaine, and your drink tastes as bitter as ever. Suddenly, you feel a shiver go down your spine as you look for it. The spider.

You've always been able to feel if a spider is nearby. You're terrified of them. Call it a spidey sense. Your eyes zap around the lounge, looking for it. And finally, you find it. The little bug was hanging near the corner of the room. Although it's very far away, you still feel its earie presence, so you take your coffee and leave the cafe. You sigh as you walk out the door.

You recently started working as a caterer for the house of the hearth, which is not too strange. It's just that whenever you're in the building, your spidey sense starts tingling. Which you later found out was just a false alarm.

So you've found a solution; avoid the knave. Yeah, it's kind of rude, but overall, it's for the quality of your work.

But today is different. The orphanage owner herself called you to her office. Shivers flow down your spine as you walk up to her office door. The earie feeling of a million spiders creeping up on you settles as you open her door.

There she is in all her glory, she was already expecting you. Her gaze never left you the moment you walked into her office. "Come closer," she beckons. You take little steps closer to her desk. You dare not look her in the eyes as you do. "You wanted to talk?" She squints at you before responding. "Have I done something to offend you?" Oh shit. You quickly look up at her. She's still observing you from head to toe. "No, it's just...uh it's quite stupid actually -" she stands up from her chair and walks towards you. "Well, whatever I did, I want you to know that I am sorry."

Your face twists into shock and guilt as you try to reassure her. " No, no, you've done nothing to offend me! It's just -" she urges you to continue. And you do, you start rambling. "Well, it's just that I have, like, this really, and I mean really big fear of spiders, and I get the same kind of feeling around you.”

“Not that I'd ever compare you to a spider! I just -" You suddenly get snapped out of your rambling. She's...laughing? She looks back down at you as she recollects herself. A small cough makes its way through her throat.

She looks down at her desk, her face looking conflicted. A smirk graces her face as she suddenly stands, slowly walking toward you. “Ma’am…?” You take a step back out of habit. A slight twinge of fear makes its way through your core. She corners you against the wall, hovering over you with a hand against the wall.

“Do you feel it now?” Her sultry voice cascades through the air. You shiver at the sound. Squirming under her gaze, you nod. “Hm.” She makes a sound of acknowledgment before pulling back. Your body relaxes as she steps away, yet somehow you feel slightly disappointed. “That’s all. You can leave now.”

SORRY ITS SO SHORT

Its also been a little while since i wrote a fic so im a bit rustyy

Should i do a part 2…?

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

hi this is chapter two lol

warnings: angst, asshole paige

part: 2

a/n: this is pretty short lol. also the songs i put are basically what the chapters are based off of! sorry if that wasn’t clear, it’s basically some “playlist” thing i see other writers do!! 🙂‍↕️ also im basically putting you guys on..

its been 6 days since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.

you and paige have been hanging out every day since, and you can say these have been the best days since you two have met.

right now, she’s at practice. that means you’re all by yourself.

you decide you wanna go down to the lobby, maybe grab a few snacks.

you check your phone before you leave, no calls or texts. that’s boring, and it sucks.

anyway

you put on your slippers and head out. as you’re walking you see paige’s teammate, ayanna.

“hey, ayanna. don’t you guys have practice?” you ask.

“huh? practice is tommorow” she says, laughing.

but you found nothing about that sentence funny. at all.

“well.. paige told me you guys have practice today?” you say confused.

“well blondie is lying. why she tell you that?”

“i don’t know. she said she had to leave for practice around like 1 earlier and i haven’t heard from her since.” you say, annoyed.

“whattt? girl its 9pm. no practice lasts that long regardless.. how vulnerable are you?” she says, giggling.

“ok shut up. can u text her? ask where she is? pleaseee?” you ask with puppy dog eyes.

“alright alright. gimme a minute,” she pulls out her phone, going to text paige.

as she texts her, you see her expression change. she’s looking weird.

“what is it? where is she?” you say, worried.

“she’s- she’s at her cousins.” she says nervously.

“are you lying?”

“no? i’m not. but i gotta go, ill see you around.” she speaks, walking away hurriedly.

you look around, wondering if you’re crazy.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, going to text paige.

hey, where r u?

you sit and wait. might as well get your rice krispy treat you’ve been wanting.

you walk over to the vending machine, putting in the dollar to buy your treat.

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

“holy shit what the fuck dude” you whisper to yourself as you get 3 messages back to back from your friend.

you open the messages, and your heart instantly drops.

“what. the. fuck.” you say in your mind.

what the fuck? don’t you guys like .. idk talk?

that’s exactly what your friends message reads.

it’s three pictures of paige walking with some girl. and the third picture..

they’re holding hands.

all of a sudden, an incoming call pops up on your screen from your friend.

“holy shit girl isn’t that your little girlfriend?” says your friend over the phone.

“dude. where are you? how’d you get those?”

“i’m at chick fil a right now, and then i seen THEEE paige bueckers like omg woah then i see her with some girl that wasn’t you and that’s definitely like a omggggg woahhh reaction and so i-” she rambled.

“shut up for a second jesus. holding hands is like actually crazy. alright i gotta go.”

“alright bye babe but talk to her or something and fill me in on the tea pleaseee ok bye love you!!!”

you hang up. you don’t know how to feel right now.

you’re so overstimulated.

you walk back to your room, tears ready to fall from your eyes.

you check the message you sent earlier, and you realize you’ve been on read for ten minutes.

you put down your phone & sit back against your head board. you’re so confused, so upset, so angry.

you feel so stupid.

you start to cry, looking back on everything you’ve done for her. everything you’ve done with her.

she turned you gay, she made you breakup with your boyfriend, and now she’s cheating.

not necessarily cheating, since you guys aren’t technically together.

but that doesn’t matter, you’re off limits to other people and she’s supposed to be.

you don’t hold hands with your cousin like that.

after about 20 minutes of crying, you hear your door open. and speak of the devil, it’s paige.

she walks in, noticing you crying and immediately comes over to you.

“woah woah baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?” she says, confused.

“who is the girl.”

“what? who?”

“the girl! who is she paige?” you yell.

“i don’t know who youre talking about.”

“you know exactly what and who the fuck i’m talking about dude?!” you jeered.

“chill the fuck out,” she tempted, “and if you want me to be honest, she’s just a friend of mine.”

“nobody holds hands like that with their friends. you’re a liar.”

“no way you’re calling me a liar now. i said she was my friend and that’s what the fuck i said. drop it.”

“drop it? you literally said im off limits to other people, so how does that change for you?”

“it doesn’t. i’m just saying, she’s just a friend.”

“whatever paige. i don’t even know how you could do this to me after everything we’ve done for and to each other.” you whine.

“don’t act like a baby now. i’m not the bad person here, you are.” she huffs.

“how the fuck could you even say that?”

“well i’m not the person who left their boyfriend for a girl! i don’t know what you’d expect from me.” she snaps.

“what the fuck? you made me leave him paige! you asked, you convinced, you nagged. don’t flip this shit on me!” you snap back.

“well maybe i wanted to have a little fun. that’s all it fucking was.” she says, an angry look in her eyes.

“take a look around paige, nothing about this is fun to me. read the room. think about how i would’ve felt.”

“how the hell did you even find out?”

“doesn’t matter. don’t flip the subject.” you sass.

“whatever. i don’t know why you thought we were more than a hookup anyway. you’re obsessed and crazy.”

your heart drops. you immediately turn away from her, tears about to form in your eyes.

“get the fuck out.” you snarked.

“alright. i’ll do that then.”

“bye. don’t come back.”

and just like that, you hear the door close. she actually left.

tears immediately start flowing. you feel so hurt, neglected, ridiculed.

you cannot believe the words that came out of her mouth, after everything.

you sniffle and cry, thinking back on the memories you two had.

it would be insane to say it wasn’t more than a hookup. but you guess it was.

as you slowly cry yourself to sleep, you realize this was a mistake.

a/n: hi so this is horrible but pls stay tuned for next chapter, maybe smut maybe not 👅 also someone teach me how to make a masterlist pls??!!!

[ilonii]

Roomies G.S

✧ s.m - the everyday life of you and roommate suguru geto

w.c - 1.1k

warnings. fem reader, use of y/n, slight nsfw, mentions of sex, mentions of nudity, flirtatious behavior, brief gojo x reader, etc.

an. second installment of the jjk roomie series. for the next post, do you guys want sukuna or choso? comment your picks below.

Roommate Geto who honestly, you forgot even lived there. Between the tattoo shop and hanging out with Gojo any chance he gets, he’s rarely ever home.

Roommate Geto who only really talks to you when it’s time to pay his rent. The first Sunday of every month he knocks on your door and hands you an envelope full of cash, that he makes sure you count so you know he isn’t gonna short you.

Roommate Geto who, whenever he actually is home, cooks some of the most amazing food you think you’ve ever had.

“Geto oh my gosh, this is the best chicken parm I’ve ever tasted”

“I thought you said you’ve never had it before”

“Okay, so? I don’t have anything to compare it to but it’s still out of this world”

“You're funny, thanks pretty"

"You are very welcome"

Roommate Geto with the MOST annoying best friend you've ever met.

“Gojo, for the love of God, how many times do I have to tell you to stop eating all my snacks. I know for a FACT Geto buys plenty for you to eat while you’re here”

“Well I finished all the ones he got me last night”

“That doesn’t mean you eat mine asshole”

“Fine sorry. Here’s 40 bucks go by yourself so more. Oh! and while your out could you get me some of that strawberry mochi, you only had the mango flavor, not one of my favorites but I can’t be too picky I guess”

“You are unbelievable”

“Why thank you”

Roommate Geto who has the worse timing humanly possible. What are the odds that the one time you forget you towel and have to run from the bathroom to your bedroom, at the very same time Geto decides to pop his head outside his room for the first time today.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Oh…my..gosh”

“ARE YOU LAUGHING”

“No, no no im not im nottt”

“YOURE STILL LAUGHING”

“I mean I’m not laughing AT you, your body’s amazing, it’s just that-”

“EXCUSE ME”

“What? I call em like I see em”  

“are you serious right now?”

“are you naked right now?”

“I’m leaving”

“Just like your towel”

“SCREW YOU”

“Just say the word sweetheart”

Roommate Geto who after the “incident” won’t let you live it down.

“You know, its rude to laugh every time you see someone”

“Well, it’s also rude to run around the house naked and not tell anyone”

“It was a MISTAKE”

“that’s what they all say”

Roommate Geto who is a major tease. It’s like every time you see him, he’s shirtless, sweaty and begging to be licked.

“What are you staring at”

“Nothing”

“I don’t knowww, it kinda looks like you were staring at my abs if you ask me”

“Well, I mean, you’ve got em just sitting there, all on display and whatnot so I mean could you blame me really”

“guess not.”

Roommate Geto whose surprisingly….unlucky in love? He was up to four dates this week and returned home alone, once again.

“Hey, how’d it go”

“Idk man, maybe the problem is me”

“Why, what happened”

“She was just so boring and so superficial. I mean oh my gosh all she talked about the entire time was about how good all her ex’s told her she was in bed and how at the end of the date she’d give me SUCH a good time.”

“Wow, what a date”

“I know, like gosh I don’t remember it being this hard to get laid, like ever”

“Well, if you’re tryna just get screwed then you’re being a bit picky don’t you think, I sure she was a decent enough lay”

“Well, I mean yeah, but I’d also like to sleep next to someone I wanna get up and make breakfast for in the morning”

“I mean, you got me there”

Roommate Geto who talks you into letting him do your first tattoo.

“Oh cmon, don’t be a baby”

“Don’t be a baby? This is a permanent decision, not something to be taken lightly, AT ALL”

“It’ll be something small, in a place that won’t hurt too bad, it’ll take at the absolute most an hour”

“What would I even get”

“Something small and cute that represents you, that you won’t regret in forty years. And that’s not a butterfly.”

“What’s your beef with butterflies”

“You know how many teenage girls I give butterfly tattoos to each and every week? I’m so tired”

“Well, you’re in luck, I was actually thinking about something else”  

“So, you’ll let me do it”

“Yeah, why not. Yolo right”

“YES”

Roommate Geto who has a surprisingly large, sweet tooth.

“Geto, did you have Satoru over recently”

“Yeah, he was over last night, why what’s up”

“He ate all three of my packs of mango mochi. AGAIN”

“Oh um, actually that was me”

“You ate it? Since when did you start eating sweets like that”

“It’s a bad habit I pick up every now and then, I’m really sorry, I left some money on the counter for you to get some more, did you see the note?”

“I saw the money, no note. I left it there because I figured you just forgot it there or something”

“Nah, it’s all yours”

“Thanks, hey so that one-time last month when I got that strawberry cake and it disappeared the next day you blamed it on Gojo even though I didn’t even remember him being here, that was you”

“Uhhh, yeah”

“An entire cake Geto? Get a grip”

Roommate Geto whose been home an unusual amount.

“You’ve been home a lot recently, what’s up”

“Tired of seeing me already?”

“No, but I mean, I used to forget you lived here you were gone so long, and now you’re here no later than eight every day. Believe me I enjoy the company but it’s worth mentioning”

“Yeah, everything is fine, I just idk, have had more reason to be home recently”

“Yeah, reasons like?”

“You”

“What?”

“What?”

“What’d you just say”

“Nothing, why do you ask”

“But you just-”

“I just what?”

“hmm”

“Hmm”

Roommate Geto who you might have a crush on. I mean in your defense; he’s been turning up the flirt tenfold, and when there's an impossibly hot, tattooed guy cooking, cleaning and flirting with you, it's hard to help your feelings.

Roommate Geto who you, scratch that, DEFINITELY have a crush on. That's probably why you ended up in his bed last night.

“Geto, where are you going. You know its rude to sleep with someone and disappear in the morning”

“Well seeing as how we’re in my bed, I think you’d have to be the one to sneak off on me. But relax, I’m just gonna go make breakfast. You got anything in mind?”

“Mmmm how about, pancakes”

“Whatever you wish beautiful”

border by @bunnysrph

I hope you all enjoyed. don't forget to comment choso or sukuna next post.

[manjiroro]

secret lover

character: mitsuya

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: mitsuya seems to have gotten into a relationship and the boys are determined to get him to confess who his secret lover is

wc: 529

hello! i’m somewhat back so have this short drabble i thought of because im having mitsuya brainrot <33 my skills are rusty so im sorry if its wonky,, hope you enjoy!!

“C’mon mitsuya just tell us who the lucky person is and we’ll leave”

“Yeah mitsuya it wouldn’t hurt to tell us y’know, your BEST friends”

“Guys i genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. Just go home already.” mitsuya said, backing up into a corner by his friends, to which mikey pouted, draken and baji scoffed, and pehyan pointing an accusatory finger at him,

“Nuh uh, i saw you holding hands with someone after school when you said you were too busy to hang out with us.” 

Mitsuya sighed, sweat collecting along his hairline. It was because of that accusation that caused the rest of the toman founders to storm into his club room, demanding who this secret someone was that was causing him to be ‘too busy’ to hang out with the boys.

“It’s not like we’re gonna freak out that you’re in a relationship mitsuya, just tell us.” draken calmly said.

“The bigger question is why are you here draken. You’re not the typa guy to hound on me like this.”

“I’m curious. And also so that these two idiots don’t do anything stupid.” draken explained, head tilting to refer to both mikey and baji. 

Just as mitsuya was about to defend himself once again, the doors to the club room swung open revealing an exasperated student, clutching onto their shirt buttons.

“Taka-kun! This is an emergency! My shirt button popped out and i can’t possibly walk around school with my chest exposed for the whole world to see!” you cried, hoping to be met with the open arms of your boyfriend, but soon stopped in your tracks seeing your purple haired lover being cornered by four other boys. 

“Uh- am I interrupting something here..?” you asked slowly, confusion evident on your face. The toman founders turned their attention from you to the poor boy cornered in between them. Said boy was flushed, his face and ears turning a light pink colour, eyes casting downward in hopes of avoiding the other boys’ gazes. 

“So, taka-kun, mind introducing who this lovely person is?” baji teased, wrapping his arm around mitsuya’s shoulder and directing him to you. 

Mitsuya clears his throat, removing baji’s arm and walking towards you, his shaking arm wrapping around your waist tightly, almost as if to ground and calm himself down. 

“This is y/n, y/n these are my friends. Now come with me, lemme fix your shirt for you.” mitsuya guides you to his work table while he turns his head behind to mouth a ‘get out’ to his friends. The boys snickered before they finally left the club room and flustered mitsuya alone.

“I’m sorry taka-kun, i didn’t know your friends were here.” you apologised to your boyfriend, a cute pout making its way to your lips. To which mitsuya chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“That’s alright my love, i was gonna have to introduce you to them sooner or later.” mitsuya smiled at you and gave you a small pat on your head. Although, it wasn’t the way mitsuya was planning on introducing you to his friends. He was definitely going to kick their asses later.

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[gavisfanta]

Hey could you maybe do a fermin Lopez smut where he comes home in a bad mood cuz they lost a game against Madrid and they have a argument, then reader calls him,, hijo de puta" Which means son of a bitch and it ends with rough and dominant smut?

Thanks, and you don't have to write it if ur uncomfortable ❤🫶

CLÁSICO - FERMIN

summary: fermin losses a game and he doesn't like your reaction to it.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks. Its so short and not very detailed and im sorry about that

:(

warnings: smut

"Fuck" You muttered under your breath as the final whistle of the game was blown. Barcelona had just lost 2-1 against real madrid.

You knew how important that game was to Fermin, he had talked about it months before how easy they're gonna beat them.

You sighed and gained Mikkys attention with that. "Are you okay?" She asked while she put a hand on your shoulder.

"Fermin is gonna be in a great mood now." You exhaled deeply and she then shook her head.

"He won't be that bad, don't worry." mikky smiled and Frenkie stood up.

They dropped you off at Fermins house, thats where the two of you usually hang out.

After sitting on your phone for what felt like an eternity you heard the door swin open.

"Hey" You smiled widely as you watched him throw his things to the ground. "You played amazin-" You tried to say but Fermin cut you off.

"Not now, leave me alone." Fermin said coldly while looking straight into your eyes and then walked past you to the couch.

You were a bit taken aback by his words, you knew that he would be in a bad mood, but not THIS bad.

"I get that you're angry, but you don't have to take it out on me?" You snapped back at him, you were fully right. Just because they lost, shouldn't give Fermin the right to be mad at you.

And Fermin knew that too.

"Y/n, just please leave me alone. Not now, really not now." Fermin turned to face you to say this, after he explained to you he turned around again.

"Hijo de puta." You whispered under your breath as you turned around, wanting to walk the other way.

Then you heard heavy footsteps coming closer to you at a rapid speed.

"Who the fuck are you calling a son of a bitch?" Strong hands gripped your wrists and pinned you the the wall. Your breath hitched at the sudden motion and you saw Fermin staring at you.

He wasn't aggressive, he was calm, but you knew that he was in a bad mood and he was not to mess with.

"Go upstairs." Fermin pointed to the stairs and slowly let go of your wrists. As you walked away he spanked your ass hardly, you were sure it left a mark.

As you went upstairs you sat down on the bed, not knowing what to do, until the door swung open again.

"Why are you clothed?" Fermin almost stormed inside and then goes over to you.

"You didn't tell me what to do." You mumbled as he leaned closer to you.

"Do I have to tell you to come on my dick for you to do it? No. Get naked." Fermin said in a harsh voice which was just in above a whisper.

As you took off your shirt Fermin watched you, the same with the pants, and you were left in underwear in front of him he started to take off his clothes too until he was left in his boxers. Fermin then nudged his head toward the king sized bed with black covers.

"Lie down" Fermin mumbled and of course you did, he crawled over you on all fours. He then leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't gentle or sweet like other times, it was possesive, dominant and aggressive.

The heat between your legs only grew as his hands started sliding under you and groping your ass. He then took off your pants and your panties too, you whined as soon as the cold air hit your arousal.

You moaned silently into his mouth, Fermin pulled away.

"If you make a fucking noise again you wont come the whole night." Fermin told you, he was just a few millimeters away from your face.

Then you instantly nodded your head, not daring to say another word.

The kiss got more heated and Fermin opened your bra, sliding it down your arms he didn't break the kiss once. The only thing he did is release his right hand from your ass and squeeze your tit instead.

Moaning almost felt like a need now as he ran his hands down to your throbbing clit.

"Your cunt is so wet." Fermin groaned while he took off his pants and his shirt.

Then his hands traveled up to yohr mouth as he stuck two fingers inside your mouth for you to wet his fingers. As he was satisfied with you licking and sucking around his fingers he pulled them out of your mouth, a string of salvia connecting his fingers with your mouth still.

You whimpered as he slid his fingers into your pussy. You felt him his fingers run around your walls and eventually he pulled out and brought his hand to pump his hand up and down his dick a couple of times before he teased your entrance.

"Don't make a sound." Fermin gave you a look and you nodded, swallowing while he thrusted inside of you immediately, without any warning or giving you any time to adjust.

"Fermin" You moaned out and he pulled out of you for a second before thursting back even harder. He made you scream and you were sure that your neighbours are gonna file a complaint but it felt so damn good.

You felt a heat building up in your stomach when Fermin pushed down on your lower abdomen and made it feel even tighter inside of you.

He threw his head back while his thrusts became sloppy and then also started rubbing your clit.

It didn't take long for him to come but just as you felt your climax approach he pulled out of you and looked at his load spilling out of your pussy.

You gave him a questioning look as to why he didn't finish you off but he smiled.

"Bad girls don't get to come." He kissed your cheek and lied down next to you, hugging you tight. "Goodnight amor."

That dickhead.

[spinninhavs]

reckless

matt sturniolo

ꜝ haven’s notes / thank u guys sososooso much for 500 !! i love u all so much dearly. i have a rlly busy week next week so i wanted to give u guys smth as a thank you:) also sorry if this is supa short

ꜝ genre / angst (no happy ending)

ꜝ warnings / yelling, cheating, crying, y/n used like twice (im sorryyyy), random names for the characters (audrey and fey), slight cursing, nd thats it! tell me if i missed anything

your friends have been on your tail recently about matt’s (your boyfriend) new friend who was a girl named audrey. they have been all telling you how he’s cheating on you with her but, you refuse to believe it. you met her a few times, she’s the complete opposite of you and shes perfect. you didn’t mind it that much whenever she tagged along on you nd matt’s dates, but the thing that pissed you off was the fact that they always left you out. he even ditched you a few times to go to her house to hang out without you.

its been a few weeks since the last time you saw audrey, which you were sort of glad about. but matt has been more distant recently. you laid on his bed as you waited for him to get out of his bathroom. he came in with the towel hanging low on his hips. “matt?” you say, watching him get his clothes from his dresser. he hummed back in reply, not turning to face you. “why have you been so distant lately? is it because of audrey?” you ask softly with your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “what are you talking about? of course not baby. don’t worry ‘bout her, you know i would never hurt you like that.” he explains while turning around now to look at you. “just have been stressed with filming and back to back meetings.” matt smiled while walking over to you nd sitting on the edge of his bed. “oh, okay” you say softly while sitting up. “‘m gonna start heading out, you wanna come over tonight?” you ask him, tangling a hand in his wet loose curls. “can’t, hanging out with chris nd sam.” he said as he leaned into your touch. “ohh, thats okay.” you sound a little disappointed but you understood that he was gonna be with his friend. “i love you, have fun” you smile while getting up from your spot and kissing his cheek gently. “love you too”

you ended up just going to your bestfriend’s house the nd you slept over there. your now sitting on fey’s bed while you both are silent nd scrolling on your guys’ phone. after another few minutes of the comfortable silence mixed with the sound of rain tapping the window before fey gasped. “hm?” you hum curiously while perching your head up on the palm of your hand. “uhm.. where did your boyfriend say he was going last night again?” she asked while looking up at you. “he said he was going out with chris and sam, why?” you say, getting up from your spot to sit next to her instead. she angled her phone so you could see it. a photo of matt and audrey kissing at someone’s party. “what?” you whisper under your breath, grabbing fey’s phone slowly to analyze the picture. “i hate to say it y/n but, i told you this was gonna happen.” she said while hugging your shoulders softly. you stay silent for a bit before handing fey the phone back. you stand up from her bed nd put your shoes back on. "where are you going?" your bestfriend asks from her spot. "going to matt's house." you mumble as you bite back tears.

"w-what?" fey said while getting up and moving next to you. "gonna go talk to him, i'll talk to you later." you say before leaving her room nd going downstairs. you get into your car, but you didn't start the car yet. you sat there nd just thought. he said he would never hurt you, but here we are. you make your thirteen minute drive to his house, parking your car behind the minivan. you slowly get out of the car nd make your way to the front door. you were met with nick, eyes filled with worry. "matt here?" you ask quietly. you got no response, but just a hug from him. "dude, im so sorry." he says softly. "nick please. is he here?" you ask again while pulling the brunette off of him. "y- well yeah bu-" the second nick said that matt was there you quickly push him to the side and you start walking to matt's room. upon opening the door, you saw audrey on top on matt’s lap, the two of them making out. your eyes soften to the sight, the brunette boy pushing the girl away. "y/n! nono it's not what it-" he quickly starts trying to explain himself. "i guess my friends were right." you say while slamming matt's bedroom door shut. "what?" he asks while standing up. "my friends matt. they all told me that you could be cheating on me with her. they were fucking right." tears start to form on your waterline as you pointed to audrey who was watching this entire thing go down.

"baby please. you know i never meant to hurt you." he says gently when he notices the tears forming in your eyes. "but you did matt! you just did! you told me that you were gonna hang out with chris nd sam but no!" you start to speak louder, your words laced with tears. "you went to a party nd someone saw you with her last night." you say again as you didn't even give matt a chance to defend himself anymore. "i know i know. can i just explain myself?" he says quietly. "no matt. because in this case you fucking can't." you say in a tone that matches his. "i didn't even know you could be this reckless with someone's heart." you whisper while turning your back to the two nd opening the door to leave. of course, matt chases after you. "y/n! wait!" he said while running out of the room, audrey for some reason, following behind. "matt i don't wanna hear it! you wrote me this long letter saying how i was the only girl you'd ever want in your life. but was that all to waste? now you're over here, ditching me nd lying to me to go hang out with another girl." you say a bit too loudly with your mascara staining your cheeks. your eyes flicker between matt nd audrey then they landed back on matt. "i hope you both go to hell." you mumble before walking downstairs with chris nd nick walking after you.

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[sanjisboyfie]

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Kitty!Scara smelling other cats or people in you, and getting jealous that your spending time with people that aren’t him. So he resorts to making you smell like him by being a lil too touchy and eventually fucking, with him cumming inside of course.

Switch|Catboy! Scara x Female reader.

'Goodboy or brat?'

Word count: 1.45k

Ft: Has sub and dom themes, F/ngering, Scara is 'jealous', Mommy kink, Praising, Reader calls him a goodboy and a brat.

CW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THE CUT! THIS IS A NSFW POST.

ScaraMasterlist | Subby cat scara | Sub wanderer

Catboy! Scara would be so surprised at first, usually when you come home he's hopelessly flicking through the channels on tv Until he hears the door click thanks to his keen senses. He'd turn his head quickly at the sound of the door opening and shifted into his purple cat form, Leaving behind a trail of thin smoke and running towards you meowing while You smile and leaned down in your heels to catch him as he purr'd at you. Licking along your neck and longing for your amazing scent.

But wait- sniff sniff, sakura? Catscara! would hiss at the smell and jump back on the floor,light on his paws and confused. In another puff of smoke he transformed back, wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and some shorts.

Cat scara! Quickly going to his cold touch starved ways after hearing you've been with your co-worker "Lani" and her pet "stokey" for tasks and even hanging out together. When you bring him out during a lunch break he's quickly hopping out your bag to run to stokey, 'the sakura animal' (He nicknamed him)' At first you and lani both think the two are going to play together, but your conversation is cut short after hearing Stokey hiss and let out light yelps after he 'fell' in the fountain. Lani yells and runs after him while you search for your own brat- Not even making it far after you look down to see him licking his paw right beside you as if he never left.

Catboy! Scara getting punished, and ohh how he wasnt expecting you to put your foot down. While your at work or out for the day he has to stay home all alone or 'find something better to do or hang out with his fox friend ajax.' He goes in your room while your gone to play with your clothes you 'left' on your neat bed, softly rutting against it only to notice they also smell like sakura blossom :((. He starts whimpering and dryly fists his length to pictures he's saved of you on his phone. But even those pictures get him worked up over your smell. He lays back in your bed against the pillow, fisting himself faster while his tail wrapped around your vacant stockings. "Hnm…Mommy please~ I-i need it, i need you please! mmm i cant- please~" He wanted mommy to punish him, just not like this.

Its 4pm and another boring day at work comes to aclose, Your eyes are drearing with heavy bags from exhaustion and All you can think of is speeding home to be greeted by your Devious yet adorable pet & lover, scaramouche. However, your daze is cut short when you hear a light knock along the side of your car window, You jump up out of shock and fumble for the keys to the car until you hear a familiar voice. "Hey! y/n? You good babes?" It sounded like a women's voice, A oddly high pitch. You side eye'd the window to see a woman in a flashy button up suit and tie, along with a big purse hanging on the side of her shoulders. It was lani, You sighed and scratched your eyes after clicking the button for the window to peak down. She peaked through the mirror while her 'fashionably' dressed black cat purr'd at the sight of you. "Oh.. Lani! Sorry- Im kinda..In a rush right now." lani hummed and pulled out her phone. "No its alright y/n!" You glanced up as her cat began slipping out the bag from her lack of attention. He pounched onto your lap, and moved in circles, quickly getting comfortable on your lap by swaying his tail further. "I- oh my gosh im so sorry y/n! Heh- I dont know whats gotten into him, He's been so restless lately." Lani put her phone in her pocket and retrieved stokey. "No no, Its fine lani. I like cats." you smiled, and lani's eyes lit up. "Wheres your cat? His name was..Rara? or something." She said. You made a straight face and looked back at lani, "Scaramouche, His name is scaramouche lani." "Ohhh scaramouche, Sorry- I always hear you shouting scara! scara! around the cafe so I didnt think his name was that long." She teased.

Of course your always shouting for that cute brat. He's always causing mischivous for your attention. Hopping on tables, Eating your lunch even though he 'claims to dislike sweet foods.' Sometimes even getting you kicked out of cafes. Cats we're always attracted to you and you never knew why. Was it your scent? Your clothes? Even poor little scara didnt understand. Well..He had reasons of his own which made your heart ache even more. His 'mother' as he said, not 'owner.' abandoned him many years ago and left him to wander the streets despairingly finding a place to call home. So, you took catscara! in after finding him hidden under his kasa hat during a rainy day of work and ever since then he's been captivated with you.

----smutt

You pulled up to your garage and stepped out the car, After a faint click from your keys the car locked and you walked out to the front door. You turned the knob and to your surprise scara was nowhere in sight, He wasnt in the kitchen sleeping on the table with cuddling his little ornament or by the couch. "Scara~? You home baby?" You put your bag down and walked throughout the house, He wasnt in the living room or kitchen..Maybe he did find something to do. You walked into your empty shared room, The door quickly closed behind you. As you turned around scara quickly caught you off guard, Grabbing you and pulling you into a sloppy kiss against the wall. At first your dissmissive about it but once you realize its him, When your cleavage pressed against his chest. He grins and proceeds further since mommy is letting him take the lead. "Mm..Scara~ I see your eager arent you? Did you learn your lesson now? Your gonna be good for mommy?" You teased him again, and trailed your hands down to his half put on boxers. "S-shut up.." He muttered and began licking on your neck, his ears furr'd down a bit.

'Looks like he did really learn his lesson.' You smiled, "At least help me with these first~" You pointed to your clothes and laid down on your bed. scara nodded, unButtoning your blouse and immedately blushing at the sight of your cleavage, hidden by your black bra. He wanted to touch you right then but stopped for your approval. "Its okay~ you've been a good boy so you can touch." With no hesitation he unclipped your straps, He held and rubbed your breast in circles while kissing along your neck. "Ah..~ mmnn.." You bit your lip from his touch, he was so quiet you swore you've never seen him more focused. "Scara~ B-baby ah…" His tail creeped up towards your thigh, softly rubbing at your skin. "Does it feel good?" Scara started sandwich'ing you inbetween him and the bed, pressing his body closer on yours. "Y-yeah~ Your doing so good for me~" he rubbed his thumb along your nipple until he saw you already in a wet daze. Scara removed his hand from your chest and moved down under your skirt as you whined out for him. "F-fuck…Your so wet mommy~ Did you miss me that much?" He rubbed his index finger around your clit.

"Mnh..Mhm…Missed my good boy~" Scara smirked again. "Hm? Your what~?" Suddenly, He inserted 2 fingers, Stretching you from the inside. "Ah~ I missed my good boy..mn..So much~" Scara moved his fingers back and forth, Thrusting into your wet slit. "Yeah- Im your good boy~ So fucking good..Just for you mommy~" With his free hand scara pulled out his length, stroking it as you pressed deeper onto his fingers. "Mn…Inside~ Scara- Hurry~" He pulled his fingers away at your request, Then licked up your juices. "Hurry? Hah- you want me that bad mommy?" "Yes~ Scara~ mmm..make me cum~" He stopped stroking his length and bucked your legs over his shoulders. Slowly, He inserted himself inside your warmth. "Ah- Oh shit mommy~ nh..You feel so good." Scara held onto your waist, Moving in and out of your wet hole with sharp moans. He was so fixated on fucking you his tail couldnt stop swaying back and forth behind him as your nails dug into his skin. "Scara~ Mmm Faster please! ah~ oh god.." Your tongue lolled out a bit at his pace, scaras hips bucked back and forth while your skin slapped together. "Nnh Yes-Ah~ I'll go faster for you mommy! I'm your good boy~ Ah! I'm close- I'm gonna~ y/n!!" Scara dug into your neck again, sticking his tongue out then biting into your shoulder. You moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure While his warm seed coated your walls.

After calming down from your high, your vision seemed a bit blurry as if all your exhaustion from earlier kicked in. You leaned back in the pillow sighing and wiping the drool off your lip. Through your hazy gaze scara pulled away, purring as he pulled out and licked his own lips. His tail still swayed but more calmly. he noticed your tired form and tried cleaning you up as best as he could. Then pulled a blanket over your body. He disappeared in a form of purple smoke while your vision clouded and was replaced with catscara. His ornament dangling in your face as you drifted to sleep.

//Character tropes🧍//

Lani. Aka 'Dum human'-(Scara calls her that): Too rich to 'work' and have a job yet has to anyway because of her parents. You helped her out on her first day and ever since then she's clinged onto you like 'an annoying bug'. Deeming you as her 'bestie with the bad cat'

Stokey: Lani's glamour'd cat who doesn't like scara after the fountain incident. He wished he had Y/n as a owner rather than lani since she spoils him too much and wants more genuine time with her, despite that he loves when she gives him warm baths and trips to work because he can see you work with Lani.

THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE 🤭TY FOR READING

[sturnihoelo]

Passenger Princess/M.S

summary: you and matt are on a late night drive and things escalate quickly from the sexual tension of the both of you finally alone.

‼️: smut, fingering, dom!matt, degrading, dirty talk, fem!receiving/giving, masc!receiving/giving

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it was about 11pm when we left the house. nick and chris were planning video ideas when matt had the idea to go on a late night drive with me alone. we were driving around aimlessly for about 20 minutes when matt puts his hand on my left thigh, starting in the middle and slowly making his way up to what is now my growing heat.

at this point, matt’s hand is teasing and tugging at the fabric of my waistband. i can already feel myself getting wetter by the minute. moments later, matt’s hand is down my shorts, rubbing slow circles on my clit. soft moans exit my mouth as he picks up his speed. “take off your seatbelt.” he demands. i do as he says without hesitation as i am craving his touch.

i position myself so that im hovering over his crotch. i start to play with and palm his bulge before undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, exposing his throbbing cock. spit uncontrollably dripping out of my mouth saturates his tip that oozes with precum. without hesitation, he pushes my head down into his cock and i wrap my dry lips around it.

he pushes on my head, bobbing it up and down while pulling on my hair. “you like gagging on my cock huh?” “you suck that cock so good you little fucking slut.” i respond by separated moans escaping and sucking even harder and faster. “ffuuucckkk” he groans followed by sucking in air through his teeth.

he pulls over to a dim lit parking lot. “take your shorts off.” he demands me while tears run down my face from the constant abuse on my throat and tongue. “yes daddy” i say in a low voice. “im sorry what did you say princess? i couldnt hear you.” he says in a taunting tone with a strong grip on my throat. “yes daddy” i say while moaning and loosening my shorts. “thats a good girl” “already so fucking wet for me” he smacks my ass so hard it leaves a handprint. he forces me onto my back and spreads open my legs. he takes off his seatbelt to get closer to my heat.

he licks my pussy so gently. treating me kindly before torturing my clit with his tongue. it didnt last long before his face is fully submerged into my cunt, tongue-fucking so hard my moans are uncontrollable. i was so horny i was about to explode and release everywhere. i could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, inching closer by the second. “fuck matt dont stop ur gonna make me cum!” his tongue somehow goes further into me and his nose is rubbing against my clit.

*BZZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZZ*

*incoming call from nick*

“FUCK!” we both say while moaning. “dont make a fucking sound got it?” i nod innocently while trying not to moan. “what do you want?” matt answers in an annoyed tone. “where the fuck are you its almost 2am?!” nick says concerned. matt plunging his fingers deep inside of me while on the phone. “i know we’re on our way back right now chill out”. “what the fuck is up with you? whatever, me and chris want to show you something”. matts fingers increase speed driving me absolutely crazy while his cold rings hit against my skin. i break a little and a few quiet moans manage to escape my desperate mouth. “we’ll be home in like 10 minutes” “okay hurry” *matt hangs up*

matt now pushing full force into my pussy with his glistening fingers. “i tell you one thing and you cant even fucking obey” “do you want me to have to punish you when we get back to the house?” “im sorry i cant help it daddy! you make me feel so good” i said while moaning. matt steps on the gas and speeds the whole way home, still fingering you at full force. “FUCK MATT IM GONNA CUM!” he ignores me out of anger. “MAAATTTTTT” i said whining in a high pitch voice. he looks over at me and i release all over his fingers, earning loud groans from him as he sucks my juices off of his fingers.

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HELP THIS WAS MY FIRST SMUT THAT IVE EVER WROTE💀IDEK WHAT POINT OF VIEW ITS IN😭 anyways i hope someone sees this and enjoys it. lmk if u want more😖

[daydreams-after-dark]

Jisung is a committed man. He loves you and only you. Before you guys even got into a relationship, his massive crush on you wont let him live. He missed you way too much but his dick missed you even more. You guys were best friends from the start but his massive crush on you and the way you're just so so fucking pretty for him drives him insane. By the time you guys are playing video games in his room on his ps5, he can painfully feel his boner growing constantly, praying you wont see it because he has abandonment issues and absolutely hates the thought of you leaving him. Every time you guys hang out, the way you move and carry yourself, just about anything just makes him hard. Even if you guys are at your place he would simply make a sorry excuse for a bathroom break where he would touch himself lightly hoping he wouldn't be too loud but, god he is. He is so vocal. He prays you wouldn't catch him but a part of him would love to be caught. Maybe you'd ask to join him or help him relief some of that pain below his waist or maybe you would absolutely degrade him till he cums just from embarrassment alone. Even if he tries searching up any kind of porn he is still only thinking of you. He observes you so much he can practically visualize how your moans would sound and the sorry excuse of your shorts that you wear at home give him a good imagination of what's between those thighs. He wouldn't do this for anyone else, just you because he loves you so fucking much but would probably love you fucking even more. After you guys got into a relationship, you realized- well it was already obvious how submissive jisung was but you realized that its way more than that. Of course jisung is a switch but he prefers being submissive most of the time, and boy is he so needy. He needs you so badly. Matter of fact worships you. Would let you do anything to him as long as he gets to cum and see your pretty face while at that. He is so so into BDSM. He would love a CBT even if his pretty little (pretty big tbh) cock cant take it well. Matter of fact he would let you peg him if you wanted to. Totally not just because he wants his hole fucked by you badly. He still secretly jerks off to you tho, cause he is way too ashamed of his fantasies to be even open about it.

Jisung is submissive of course, more often than not. But when he wants to be the dominant one? its so fucking hot. One part of him is a soft dom that will be so gentle with you but the other one? straight up beast. He cums fast but does it over and over again. He doesn't get satisfied easily. He needs you but this is a different kind of need. Needs you to be on your fours so he can see your pretty back whimpering while is fucking you deep. Plus points for tattoos on your back!! he absolutely fucking loves that and will probably fuck you like that more often just to see it. He would do everything you did to him before. Remember the time you tied him up and edged him over and over again? well its your turn now and he is less merciful than you. He lets you use him over and over again but when its his turn to use you the pent up frustration blows all at once and no one is walking out of that door till you are almost on the verge of passing out. Jisung is a private man. He keeps his things to himself and well- you too. He is possessive over you and would hate you engaging in anything else than him. But something that breaks his character is public sex. He is both a little bit of voyeur and exhibitionist. He wants to show off how pretty you are but god he wants you to himself only. Now this leads to something of risky sex out in the public in closeted spaces where people are probably hearing you and might even see you in the act but the thrill of being caught drives him wild. Han jisung brainrot is crazy. You can tell im literally in love with him TT

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🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 You have absolutely spoiled me with this! Ahhh it’s got everything I want in a Jisung fantasy. Ahhh he was so cute when he pined after y/n.

He’s the perfect mix of kinky sub, soft dom, hard dom, possessive voyeuer /exhibitionist bf.

Oh jfhjdshojn the way I want him to punish me the way he got me to punish him, but worse!!!! 😫😫😫😫 it’s a fucking need! I need him to ruin me and make it so I can’t walk for a week! Oh and yes I’d peg him and he won’t be able to walk for a week either. In fact, I’d do anything to him that he wanted.

I tell you, my friend, I feel you. This is the kind of brain rot I have most of the time. How is it one man can have such a hold on us???

Now I’ll be spending the rest of my morning thinking about this and feeling very horny indeed.

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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

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[krak-jj]

Ask: "Hey i was wondering if you could do a Saiki x reader who loves cats, preferably x male or gn!"

(sorry if i didn't get the ask right all the way, first time responding to one 😅)

KITTY KAT!

saiki k. x male reader.

!lowercase intended for the story!

summary: kusuo didn't like cats to begin with, so why would you bring one to him knowing how he feels.

warnings!

jealous saiki

hope you enjoy!-JJ

(author note at end)

A nice spring day as the birds were singing and the bees a buzz, and flowers blooming.

today, kusuo saiki will be hanging out with his boyfriend, alone for once. he wouldn't say it outloud; but he was excited, to say the least. he hasnt had the time to hang out in a good amount of weeks.

so he was waiting patiently for the man. but when he looked at the time, he realized his lover was five minutes late. which was unlike his loving boyfriend.

but before the pink headed man had time to worry, he heard you approaching the gate to his family home.

as your finger went to press on the doorbell, the door flung open with an agitated looking kusuo on the other side. 'what took you so long?'

"kusuo, im like 5 minutes late. and plus, i brought a surprise!" you said excitedly as he walked over to the gate to let you in. 'you're not bringing that thing in. You know my mom is allergic, right?' "come on, kusuo, just for a little!" 'no.'

"then im not coming in." You said as the orange tabby cat peaked out of your shirt. 'y/n. dont be petty.' "at least get to know the fella before you say no?" 'i'm not doing that.'

kusuo couldn't lie. he didn't care for catsorr dogs. but something about this cat annoyed him. the way it kept talking about you in its head. as if he'd let a stupid cat take you away. how idiotic.

"comon kusuo, look at it!" your voice rang through the psychics' ears as you brought the cats face up next to yours.

'no, and that's my final answer.' his voice rang through your mind. your face dropped as so did the cats. "you're an evil man, kusuo. denying your one and only boyfriend the joy of having a feline companion. how could you?" the brows on your face furrowed .

you saw as the pink hairs above your boyfriends eyes furrowed in. you got him. "just make sure you clean up after it, and it leaves with you. understood?"

his voice rang through your ears for once, which made your heart skip a beat, but then you realized. "Oh hell yeah! thank you so much, ku!" you exclamed excitedly as you passed by him with the cat in your hands.

"good grief."

Masterlist

Hey guys, really sorry for the long as hell and random break. I was experiencing major writers block; then i had gotten this request.

after that i was like BOOM: MOTIVATION. But in the middle of writting i was stumpped. so thats why this took such a long time and is so short. so anon please know i am soooo sorry for how long this took! 🙇‍♀️

[sunshinegirl29]

Petrichor

SO hi! This is the first smut I've written in 5 years. So I'm sorry if it's a little dodgy. Anyway, it was raining when I wrote this, hence the imagery!

Summary: A rainy day, coffee between friends leads to something more, but it's not always that simple with Spencer.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, smut, alcohol.

I'd love to hear some feedback xo

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You learned in Art History class, that hands were the hardest thing for an artist to master.  His were slender and gentle; caressing the words on the page, brow pinched in concentration. His nails, trimmed, cuticles soft and small. That was Spencer, most things about him were put together and careful to a point.  He rubs the heel of one into the hollow of his eye, squints and continues to absorb the words of his novel like patterns on a lover’s skin.

A simple cough catches your attention and you blink slowly, coming to from your reverie.

“Are you okay?”

Alex Blake’s tone is soft and low. She’s gentle and warm, chocolate brown eyes swimming with concern.  An answer doesn’t come at first; what words would you choose? You couldn’t look her in the eye and call it what it was.

“Tired, you know? Tough case.”

Your words wither like dry leaves under her gaze. Alex you’d learnt early on, held them in high regard – the way they stretch and curl and hold more weight than you realise.  But she doesn’t push and squeezes your shoulder, before resting back against her seat.  You glance back toward Spencer once more.  His eyes closed, soft brown rivulets curl behind his ears, messy against the small pillow he never leaves home without.

A small breath hitches as you eye his collar, the usually tight purple tie is broken and free from the confines of the material.  It reveals the innocent edges of bare skin, and your stomach feels like a knot in a chain. The tighter it gets, the harder it is to take apart.  You allow the thoughts to flow unfiltered for a moment longer, wondering how he’d react to your touch, both palms pressed to his chest, your lips mapping a path of devotion on his skin.

Then the jet rumbles its warning and you breathe again. Slippery hands grip the sides of the seat and the jet tips, shaking the dredges of cold coffee from your abandoned mug.

The next day, it rained. You wake to the sound of it, watery fingertips tapping a beat on the conservatory roof; you’d fallen asleep there, drowning in dreams of soft touches and stuttering breaths.  You wipe sweat from your chest and pad on bare feet into the small kitchen, working through neglected pots and pans to find your Sunday morning mug teetering on the edge of the kitchen island. 

“There you are.” You hum smiling around the imperfect rim, inhaling the rich black coffee that had become a tradition over the last few months. You spend the next few hours, cleaning the skeletons of the last week off the floor; being away from your cosy suburban home most of the week left little time for housework and it was about time.

The kitchen was pristine by the time the sky had given way to heavy biblical rain; the windows misty with condensation.  It didn’t take long for the house to fill with the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee once more as you hum to the radio and sway in between sips.  The music trickles into something slower, sensual and you smooth your hands into your hair and remove the tie, letting it hang loose instead.  Hips sway in slick circles as you lean back into the counter, running your hand along its wood grain as if a broad back or the gentle slope of his neck.   The chain knot is back, low in your stomach, tightening with every move.  The island bites into your back as you slide across it, a hand ghosting the bare expanse of your leg and into the waist band of your shorts.  It’s slow at first, the image that comes; he’s sitting cross legged on the floor, books piled up around him and a discarded coffee in the wings.

 Spencer holds books like you imagine he’d hold a lover, careful but with meaning and unbridled need.  His soft fingers dance on the page, mirroring yours in short circles, short gasps as he finds a lead hidden within the letters.  He knocks a book with his foot, rearranging his position on the floor and the muscles in lean arms twist when he gets to his knees. Your own sock clad feet crush the rug beneath them as the feeling builds.  Spencer reaches for a new coffee, but jumps at the heat sending liquid down his chin. He wipes it from his lips with an index finger, dipping it into his mouth savouring its rich sweetness.  This image alone was enough to tip you over the edge, waves crash and ebb leaving you panting and spent on the kitchen floor.

It's then that the murderous cry of your cell phone shatters the post orgasm comfort, shocking you into rising from the floor on unsteady legs.  It’s screams for attention from the couch, buried in pillows and a neatly folded blanket that’s thrown to the floor in frustration.

“For god’s sake I—”

Hotch’s name lights up the screen and it’s like ice water down your back.

“Hello?” you cough, attempting to cover any signs of breathlessness but he doesn’t bother a greeting; “we have a case, local, bad – Spencer will pick you up on the way, be ready in an hour.”

In a world with boundaries, you could say no; that you spend sometimes fourteen-hour days, six days a week on cases and you were owed at least one day to rest. But the shining reward gives you pause at the entrance to your bedroom. Spencer will pick you up.  You dress and return to the bright and airy front room to pace in anticipation, the sweet delay.

 

Out the window you watch as rain rushes down the street, lifting leaves and litter from pregnant drains. They disappear as a black SUV pulls up, he’s early. You half expect him to blare the horn but he slips from the driver’s seat and runs up wet steps, sliding a little before coming to stop.  Greed urges you to answer the door, but you hold steady waiting patiently for him to knock – which he does, neat and direct.

The wind blows spatters of muddy water on the oak floors as you open the door. Spencer waits politely for invitation which you readily provide him, instinctually grabbing his bicep to shelter him from the pouring rain.

“Sorry—hi.” He stammers, gesturing at the puddle that follows him in like an obedient dog.

“It’s okay, it’s horrendous out there!” you huff a nervous laugh and twist back toward him, he’s closer than you’d anticipated and you have to look up to drink him in

His hair curls with rain, dripping onto the dark wool of his coat. His lips part and close slowly, as if wanting to confess a lie but nothing comes.  You swallow thickly, daring a look at his mouth for a needy second before coming back to his hazel eyes.  They hold a weight with an unknown name and dart away, the burgeoning anticipation ebbing slowly.

The growing silence lingers on for a few more seconds before he steps back, wiping both hands down his coat, looking anywhere but you.

“We have a case.” His voice ticks up and he coughs, wrapping those long fingers around his opposite wrist.

“Yeah, Hotch said.” You beckon him to the kitchen in an attempt to defuse the tension. “Know anything about it?” He crosses the room in two strides, the kitchen island a wedge between you.

The BAU had been your home for six months and after a few growing pains you fit in nicely, spending slow evenings in Penelope’s apartment and even began to get Aaron to smile now and again. Spencer though had been slow to trust, not that you blamed him but eventually he began to thaw. His shield of intelligence had melted into trickles of kindness that leaked into your life; he’d have your favourite mug filled with black coffee how you liked. After particularly hard cases he’d taken to sharing half his blanket and somehow a luxury pastry ended up on your breakfast plate before landing each time.

“Yeah, a home invasion homicide, mother and two children both dead. Did you know, the odds of being killed in your own home by a stranger are dependent on gender! With twenty one percent being men and only twelve percent being women.” Spencer smiles, in his element leaning into the counter. A heartbeat goes by before you note where he stands. Only an hour earlier you sat alone with fingers buried deep in your shorts, panting and writhing against the tile, all for him – its almost too much to bear.

 The carafe rattles imperceptibly against the mug, you fill it with sweet coffee for him without thinking;

“Are you alright?” it’s evident you can’t escape a profiler’s eye “if it’s what I said I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, the odds are—”

“It’s fine Spence, here you look like you need it.” You’re brutally aware that you’re rambling and he doesn’t miss a beat, but graciously doesn’t press any further. Instead, he takes a sip of the coffee, humming contentedly. The small noise starts a raging desire that burns through your blood.

“This is great coffee. You know, coffee is a language in itself...”

He walks around, coming to rest opposite you without the barrier of the island.  You’re drunk on the scent of damp clean hair and faint cologne, it’s a force you have no name for that fills your chest, fuelling the beat that matches the way panicked rain hits the windows behind your head.

“What’s it telling you?” You whisper, looking up into a blown-out gaze.

It was in your nature to burry intense feelings, but you wonder if he can see it all over your face, the pure naked wanting. 

Suddenly aware of his animal warmth much closer now. The knotted chain pulls tighter, burning low and you press your thighs together for any scrap of relief.  He doesn’t say anything and for a slow second you worry you’ve misread the situation. But any reservations die as Spencer reaches for the mug in your hands with the soft fingers you’d mused over so much in the last few days. He takes it from your hand, placing it on the sink behind you absentmindedly.

““Spence…” you plead, body trembling as his gaze covers your face, asking...

The first brush against you is chaste, a whisper of a kiss that barely touches the skin, it’s almost as if he breathes across your upper lip. He pulls back, barely, just enough to lay a question between you.

“Please.”

You step into him as the first rolls of thunder come in. Damp ropes of hair drag across your face and you can’t hold back from touching it, pushing it back like water. You anchor yourself to it when he kisses you again, just as brief but more firm, lingering against your mouth.  

“Is this okay?”

His question is lost on your lips as you grasp the damp collar of his coat and pull him down toward you, swallowing his yelp with a deep kiss; it feeds the hunger for him and you can’t help but moan into his mouth, savouring the sweetness.

You’re nothing but him, drowning in the press of his lips, so soft and strong as you lick into his mouth, surprised by the strength he uses to lift you up onto the biting edge of the counter.

His fingers arch around the side of your neck bringing you back to his mouth like a man starved; your free hand that isn’t wound in his curls sears a path along his neck, diving into his shirt.  He’s muttering something, you suspect a flustered fact about pathogens and almost laugh, but you can only feel the syllables of hot and wet before he jerks so violently your lips wrench away from his.

You both freeze. One hand in his hair, the other on his chest, his own still grasp the swell of your ass.

“I don’t normally do this.” He stammers again, taking a shaky step backwards and you mourn the loss of him. The heat that simmered low between your legs is doused in shame.

“Don’t, don’t do tha---” 

Your words die in your throat as his cell phone screams from his coat pocket, sending him away from you, a crease of concern between his brows.

“Okay, we’re leaving now. Thanks Morgan.”

Spencer glances at you, as if waiting for a scolding – it doesn’t come.  You just sigh, letting him sweat in silence; his mouth is swollen, both cheeks flushed in an uncharacteristic bloom of colour. You gaze at him despite yourself, a sad smile passing your lips.

“Spence..” you press, striding forward to meet him.

You reach for him, tugging on the sleeve of his damp coat like a child.  He shakes his head ever so slightly, but grasps your fingers gently in his own anyway.  

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles into your hair, releasing your hand with a small squeeze.

“Are you..” you sigh, not bothering to wait for an answer before heading out and into the rain.

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By the time you arrive back at Quantico rage had made its home in your gut.  Rage at him, because how dare he kiss you out the blue, in your own home and run off like he’d been burned. JJ is the first to notice when you speed from the car, barely putting it in park before slamming the door and standing at her side.   

“Everything, okay?” She whispers, eyeing you and a jittery Spencer who’s pointedly staring anywhere else. 

“You know, working on a Sunday sucks,” You huff, glancing at her before turning toward him  “and the middle of the day too, it’s almost as if you thought you’d get one thing, but ended up being sorely disappointed.”

A beat of dead silence passes but no one gets to push the subject. Hotch appears from the SUV with a peaky looking Rossi at his side, the case had been brutal and a complete bust – two children and a mother dead with a missing top suspect and a suspicious Grandfather to boot.  No one liked going home empty handed and it showed.

“Thank you everyone, I’m sorry to call you in on your day off. Finish off your paperwork and take tomorrow to yourselves. You earned it.” you almost hugged him, the ever stoic Aaron Hotchner, but instead followed the rest of the team inside toward Penelope who waits with freshly baked goods and an award winning smile.

“Hello my heroes! I bare the sweetest of treats and that’s just on the plate--”  she laughs, cut off but Aaron who pats her gently before swiping a Danish and disappearing into his office. Penelope’s keen eyes miss nothing – not the way Spencer whips past the others, muttering about callings his mother, not the way your own eyes follow him until he disappears.

“Hey gorgeous, cinnamon roll?” Penny smiles and you look at her at last, gratefully taking the gift – a sweet cushion to the bitter blow of Spencer’s rejection.

“I know it’s none of my business” Penny starts, walking toward your office side by side. You shoot her a withering look, knowing that it wouldn’t matter if it was her business or not – Penelope needed to know things.  But in a painful reality, there was nothing to know and there never would be, not now, not after this.

“Working on a Sunday.. not what I had planned! Thanks for the treats, I’ll see you.” You smile, putting on the brightest facade of happiness before fleeing into the unpersecuted safety of your office.

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On the last day of the month you take the train downtown. The sharp November air slices the bare skin of your legs as you head into the depths of the city; the Saturday evening buzz is strong and floods of intoxicated partygoers filter in and out of clubs on each side of the street.  The claustrophobia thins out as you approach the affluent section of the city; harsh neon lights fade into comforting warm candlelight, they reflect gently against the black gloss of Emily’s hair as she stands in the sheltered awning of the Gilded Lilly.  You linger under the guise of adjusting your shoes and observe her for a moment; a lighter sparks in the dark, long inhale, a long exhale – the first curl of smoke, grey against black.

“Over here!” She calls your name, waving a gentle hand to beckon you forward.

She looks different, her cheeks are pink and her dark hair falls softly around her face, flushed and girlish and completely alive,

“You’re wearing a dress?!” You grin at her not so typical outfit and squeeze at her hand, readily accepting the invitation inside.

The polarising temperature is gratefully welcomed and you can’t repress a comforting hum as feeling comes back to your toes and hands. Emily chatters absentmindedly, pulling you by the wrist toward the bar where an opulently dressed man prepares a drink with loving precision and for a moment panic sets in.  Emily, seemingly reading your mind, wraps her arm around your waist and huffs a laugh.

“These are on Rossi, this is his bar after all.”

 

A rich green path of marble leads you toward a large backroom where luscious velveteen couches surround solid oak tables and glistening chandeliers ricochet off art lined walls. You catch Rossi’s eye across the room and he smiles proudly.

“Kiddo! You made it!” he smells of faint cigars and expensive cologne when he envelopes you in a warm hug and tugs you down into the seat next to him. 

It takes you less than seconds to deduce they’d been drinking long before you arrived – Morgan’s laugh carried louder and farther than usual, thick and low with drink. JJ and Emily snuggled into the rounded corner, laughing with Garcia around elaborate cocktails. Rossi and Aaron, older and more demure than their younger counterparts are blurred slightly at the edges, both follow your eyes and catch them when you turn.

“Where’s Spencer?”

The anger had simmered comfortably under the surface for weeks since that day in your kitchen, your relationship never fitting back into the boundaries of friendship. Penelope tried her best to prod at the wound, egging for blood but nothing came, you couldn’t admit the rejection even to her.  The rest of the team sensed the mounting tension, but you waved away their concern with a decorative excuse and it seemed to placate them. 

“I’m not sure he’s coming kid..” Rossi sighs, patting your shoulder as if he knows something he shouldn’t.  “come on now, have some fun. Too much thinking isn’t good for anyone. Right Aaron?” Dave laughs, sliding a fresh cocktail to join the one Morgan and Emily bought you. 

Before long three more empty glasses join the others and it had started to get rowdy. The copious amounts of liquor had bounced straight from your head to your bladder, it forces you out of your seat and you climb awkwardly over a blushing Aaron who pointedly looks anywhere but the low neck and short skirt of your new dress. It’s then a sharp choking cough breaks the mounting tension;

“Spence..” you breathe, scrambling away from Aaron who’s face blanches like sour milk.

 He’s beautiful and still, spots of light rain litter his lambs wool coat like glass. 

“Spencer!” Garcia squeals, and at that moment you could have kissed her. Spencer's expression cracks open, a rare smile and even rarer hug.

You blink at that, still stunned slightly dumb at the sight of him.

“Good to see you kid! Let’s get you a drink!” Rossi cheers and then they’re gone, bundled off toward the distant bar.  

You stand silently for a minute, looking toward the hallway but turn at the sound of your name.

“So, are you going to tell us why pretty boy looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust every time you’re within fifty feet?” Morgan grins, smirking round a spectacular old fashioned.

You find yourself flinching at your own words, teeth clattering against the cold hard lie of;

“We had a disagreement that’s all. It’s nothing.”

 

It never really went away. You’d deliberately ignored the symptoms, but days and weeks went by and your craving for him never abated.  Despite the disappointment of his rejection you’re happy he’s here and begin to relax.

It’s smiles all around when you deposit drinks to each member of the team in turn, including Spencer who’s shed himself of his coat, revealing a grey herringbone cardigan and white shirt.   He doesn’t seem to notice you, he’s rambling about the origins of a Bloody Mary with unbridled passion and your heart melts like the ice in his glass.   Whether it’s the heightened buzz of multiple cocktails or not you decide it’s a question for tomorrow and a squeeze his arm;

It happens in slow motion, the way Spencer jumps.  The action sends the drink in your hands backwards and all over the front of your dress.

“What the hell?!” you gasp and stagger backward, taking a bunch of napkins from Emily who’s wide eyed along with the rest of the team who’ve lapped into uncomfortable silence.  

Spencer stammers, gawping like a fish out of water, flapping about the mess on the table which he wipes erratically without sparing your wet dress and thunderous expression a second glance.

Aaron and Rossi, no longer blurred by liquor mutter to each other in your peripheral.

“Care to tell me what the hell that was about?”  You’d had enough, weeks of icing each other out you thought he’d be receptive to your warmth but he says nothing instead.  You almost laugh;

“A man with an IQ of 187 and nothing to say. Typical.” You hiss, slamming down the glass, splashing the residual whisky onto his jumper.

Aaron stands, stepping toward you with a pleading expression and his jacket.  You ignore him, staring at Spencer who still doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Spence..” you plead and reach out but stop half way, thinking better of it. He seems to relax for a split second but visibly tenses when Aaron wraps his suit jacket around your shoulders.

You’re grateful for it’s warmth against your skin and step into it, pulling the inky black lapels around your exposed chest gratefully. 

“Come on. Let it go. I’ll call you a cab.” 

“Yeah.” Spencer snaps, his hazel eyes cutting, looks you and Aaron up and down “back to her place right?”

A collective intake of breath.  A sharp snap of heels against marble. You’re dragging him off the chair by his cardigan, nails dig into the lean flesh of his arm.  Rossi’s protests and Garcia’s high pitch yells are ignored and disappear as you shove a squirming Spencer out into street.

The sharp winter air ruffles Spencer’s hair, his back to you, pacing.  Your arms folded against the cold, stoic and thunderous.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the echo of your breath comes out in plumes of white, hard and fast.  Spencer paces, large fingers curling into hard fists at his side.

“With me?” he squeaks, spinning to face you, honeyed eyes tear you in two . It’s almost a relief, a weight lifted as he finally sees you, holds your gaze for the first time in a month;

“You should look in the mirror.” He spits, the alcohol on his breath fanning your face; “throwing yourself over our boss because you can’t take rejection!”

It’s your turn to say nothing.  You do nothing but shake like a trapped bird, winged and frantic. Whatever your face conveys, Spencer’s is stiff, a stoic mask giving nothing away.  

“Yeah” you scoff, a wave of rage rising from your stomach hot and forceful “I see.”

How dare he make such a foul insinuation. You loved Aaron but wouldn’t cross that line, but Spencer didn’t need to know that.  It didn’t take a genius, clearly to realise what was really going on here and you almost laugh in his face.   

“See what exactly?” you’ve peaked his interest but hold steady.

He’s so close now, so close you don’t feel like one person anymore. Standing in place in the cold, gravitating toward his warmth.  Brown rivulets fall in pieces around his face like a shield. The heady smell of faint cologne and black coffee fill your nostrils when you close in on him, ignoring the blaring of sirens and faint chatter from across the street.

“It’s funny. Your tongue in my mouth didn’t seem like rejection to me. But who cares?” You breathe in shakily, emboldened by a heady cocktail of liquor and adrenaline grab his forearm. “I’m going home with Aaron, right Spence?”

“Right..” Spencer breathes and steps in close, the ice in his eyes seem to crack imperceptibly.

“He’s going to touch me. Is that okay with you?”  Spencer’s breath hitches as your voice purrs between you. He’s not running and the low throb between your legs begs for more.

“He’ll lay me down.” You continue, trailing numb fingers up his arms to come rest at his neck revelling in the way he trembles.  “he’ll taste me.”  Spencer moans; a breathy thing, barely heard, barely there. You sway, overtaken by the pleasure of such an innocent sound. 

  Spencer stutters your name more earnest, more desperate, and you aren’t even pretending to argue anymore. You lick your lips and almost catch his chin with your tongue and he moans again, breathy and begging. Begging for something, begging for you. 

“And you know what?” you giggle now, pressing flush against him and feel just how much this is effecting him too. “He might just make me cum..”

The remnants of your laugh drown in his kiss; it’s flooded with frustration, hungry and wanton and the confidence of it knocks you back. He tastes like whisky and something sweet and soft that echoes through your body like a hiss down your spine. Moaning into it you know he feels it in his tongue where it strokes against yours.  He snakes a long arm around your lower back and swings you closer, his other hand continues its path up your neck to grasp your jaw and it takes all your self control not to drop to your knees in public.   As if reading your mind, Spencer pulls away, flushed and panting and hails a cab;

“Where are we going?” You laugh, a breathy wisp like sound but don’t get answer until he rambles your address, shoving a bunch of tens to the cab driver and suddenly you’re back where it all started. 

 

You fall together in the dark, grappling with his coat and your shoes that he bends chivalrously to undo; the simple act elicits a moan from your lips that stops Spencer in his tracks and you can’t help but clench your thighs together for any scrap of friction.  Spencer isn’t unaffected by the wanton noise but surprises you with a smug chuckle and the slow trail of his fingers against the pad of your foot as he divests you of the stiletto.  It’s downright perverse, the jolt of pleasure that runs through your body, an erogenous zone only he would remember – damn that eidetic memory.

“Tell me” Spencer breathes out finally, adjusting his slacks with a pained grimace

“God, Spence..” you reach down and card a hand through his hair, suddenly shy “taste me..please.”

Spencer’s hands swallow your thighs, pushing your dress to sit around your waist.  Your pulse pounds with anticipation and nerves, but you don’t miss his reassuring smile.  Your nod of permission is all but lost against the wall when he dips a finger into the silky fabric of your underwear, just grazing you to pull the scrap of material to pool at your feet. 

“Oh...my god.” You cry out and pull in a breath at the first wet press of his soft mouth, you’d spent more time than you’d admit out-loud staring at his lips – round coffee cups and pens, imagining this very moment.  What you didn’t imagine is him being so damn good, the flat swipes of his tongue just where you need, the desperate sounds that vibrate against your clit.  It doesn’t take much time to push you toward the edge, teetering – but his strokes turn languid, earning him a choking groan.

“Please, don’t..” you moan and grasp and the hair you can reach, desperate to put him back to work “don’t stop now..”  a small wave of dread follows the memory him a few weeks earlier.

“I—I’m not.” He begins, you know him enough to see the nerves bubbling up amongst his arousal and step forward, reaching for the top of his waistband. Spencer’s throat jiggles, swallowing a squeak as you slip a hand into the fabric and choke on a gasp at what you find;

“Jesus...” He’s rock hard and thicker than you expected. It seems to embolden him, your reaction and his awkwardness is stifled to a small laugh that morphs into a groan of pleasure when you wrap a hand around him.  He whines, bucking against your hand and it makes you weak, the whimpers coming from his perfect lips fuel to the fire.

“I’m, not going to last.”  Spencer shimmies out your grasp, haloed by the moonlight pouring in from the uncovered window, tall and beautifully undone.

The first time you’d touched each other it’d been desperate, the way you came together , grappling for each other.  You remember his face before he kissed you for the first time, much like the one he wears now, slinking forward, capturing your lips in a heady kiss that doesn’t stop until you hit the edge of your unmade bed.  In another world, you’d be embarrassed at the chaos that hints to your unravelling but he’s turning you round to straddle him, both hands working expertly at the material of your dress. He’s impossibly hard and groans deeper than you’ve ever heard him and it shoots a bolt of pleasure so deep you ground down against him, ripping at the material of his shirt to marvel him.  Spencer wasn’t like Derek, but god your imagination never put the pieces together quite like this.

“You’re so damn beautiful” you gasp, not giving him time to respond more than a muffled groan as you shove him into the bed. You don’t wait for him to respond, a slave to the throb between your legs, it takes seconds to strip him of all barriers.  Spencer says nothing, his mind seems blank for the first time, you watch his honeyed eyes commit you to memory forever, the swell of your breasts, the taste of your skin and the intoxicating wetness that drenches his lap.

“Please, I need you..”  you beg, as if he has control, as if you’re not just seconds away from sinking onto him.

Your gasp is strangled when he juts upwards, burying himself to the hilt. You almost don’t recognise yourself the way you cry in between dirty kisses that cover his neck, something that Morgan would definitely pick up on later – the thought of everyone witnessing your claim on him, the way you’ve made him your own sparks something like wildfire in your gut it drives your forward and you meet him in sloppy bobs of your hips.

The action sends Spencer reeling, his cock slipping easily out of you and before you grieve the loss of pleasure he’s looming above you,  messy and wild and so fucking gorgeous it takes tremendous self control not to cry right there. 

“Is this okay?” Spencer asks, nuzzling his question into your neck, smoothing the tip of his nose up and under your ear, to place a short kiss. 

“God, yes please.” You gasp at the bite of pleasure soaked pain when he stretches you open, tortuously slow. 

Spencer was a late bloomer, you knew that, but at this moment, when his expert fingers deftly catch the edge of your clit you’d never believe it.  The exquisite friction causes you to whimper into his ear, tugging a little too hard on his hair that fans your face as he thrusts.  You’re stuttering something akin to a plea, but he doesn’t give in that easily.

“Use your words.”  Your brain short circuits for a second, watching him draw back from your neck, pupils blown out with lust “ communicate, that’s a good girl.”

Any words you’d conjured up in your head die in the water, engulfed in moan that you’re sure three houses down could hear.  Spencer folds then,  swallowing your moans in a bruising kiss.

“Make me cum Spence”  you purr, rifling through his hair with one hand, pawing at his clenching stomach with the other.  He rewards you with rumbling growl, his fingers finding your clit without effort, tight rapid circles that have you bucking into his thrusts, pushing the both of you closer to the edge. 

You can’t stop it, you don’t even want to, for once in your life you let go. It crests like a sea, flooding through you and Spencer who growls and bites down on the gentle slope of your shoulder. 

Spencer collapses against you, sweating and gasping in what you think is pleasure but you quickly realise he’s laughing.

“What’s so funny Mr 187?”  you can only guess, but ever the educator, doesn’t leave you in the dark for long, rolling away he snuggles into your side. 

“I can’t believe it.” He sighs, lush with the heavy weight of post orgasm sleep “I wanted to do that for so long..” 

You can feel his nervousness in the beat of your silence and have to keep yourself from squealing in excitement like a love struck teen.  You turn slowly, eyes shining with unshed emotion that you know he can see laid bare.

“Me too..” you sigh, entangling his fingers into yours, rolling over to hook his arm across your stomach “you’re so damn good. For a late bloomer..” you snigger, erupting into giggles when he nips at the back of your neck.  You clench your thighs at the pleasure and can’t ignore the hard weight of his already hard cock at your back, but instead follow Spencer into sleep, cradling each other like sunken lovers on the ocean floor. 

When the sun drenches your bedroom in hazy light do you let yourself remember, grinning as the weight of Spencer Reid’s naked body wriggles against your own.  You catch yourself, just for a second, imagining a distant future of endless morning of this, but your dreaming is eventually interrupted by the rapid pulsing of a vibrating cell phone.  Lurching your heavy body awkwardly across the bed you pick through discarded clothes and answer the 8th missed call from Aaron Hotchner.

“Reid, where are you? We have a case.”

 A beat passes, a slow second of horrendous silence. You’d answered Spencer’s phone by mistake. Letting out a deep breath, resigned to the fact this is how they’d all find out if they hadn’t guessed already.

“Sorry Hotch. We’ll be there.”

With that, without saying another word you hang up and throw the phone into the corner of the room like it burnt. 

“I hope you’re prepared to answer so many questions about my sexual performance when Garcia gets hold of this!”  Spencer laughs, and you debate giving him blue balls for not coming to your rescue sooner.  But the near constant buzzing of your own phone on the other side of the bed tells you in no uncertain terms that Garcia had been privy to your very brief phone call with Hotch, who undoubtedly told them all to behave but you know better. 

Later, in the crisp afternoon air do you hook Spencer’s fingers in your own, a small gesture of solidarity and intimacy you can tell he greatly appreciated. From the end of the hallway, you spot the team who twist in a hilarious synchronicity. 

Spencer squeezes your hand and you bring them up between you kissing interlocked fingers.

Art history class taught you that hands were the hardest thing to master, but you’d hold his forever.