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"You just like them for their looks"

Me who falls for the ones who are the bigfest fucking spaz balls in the world: Yeah you got me there...

Noah Centineo

#noah centineo #noahcentineoedit

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🥵🥵🥵🥵

Noah Centineo for Sophodes

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You're too sexy beautiful and everyone wants a taste that's whyyyy

I still get jealous😩🫢

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #mgg edit #mgg pics #matthew gray gubler

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Wait he does??? New fantasy unlocked.

I would take 3 hour baths with him any time 🥰🥵

UGH look at this WET RAT of a man

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guys.

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What the Fluff this is so fricken cuuuttee

Movie Night (Noah Centineo x reader)

Pairing: Noah Centineo x Reader

Word Count: 1,216

Summary: When the reader’s new friend Noah comes over for their weekly movie night, the evening turns soft as feelings are admitted.

Content Warning: None! A bit of fluff maybe?

Your new friend Noah was over your apartment for the third time in three weeks for movie night, and things felt so incredibly tense. 

For weeks you’ve had a secret crush on Noah–really, since you first met a couple months ago. There was just something about his easygoing personality, or the way he looked at you while you talked about things that actually matter, or his slight nervousness whenever you were together, that really made you think about him constantly. He was goofy and shy, and he seemed to always want to scoot closer to you. His smile and his body heat made you lightheaded, and you prayed you wouldn’t trip over your words every time he asked you a question.

This week, he brought snacks and suggested the both of you watch a show he’d just discovered. He made you laugh when he busied himself in your kitchen, taking out cups and preparing a little buffet of snacks on a serving tray. He’d memorized your cupboards remarkably fast, and he found all he was looking for in seconds. Noticing your figure in the corner of his eye, he paused for a moment and looked up at you. A silly smile on his face, Noah easily shrugged and mentioned that he hated getting up in the middle of watching things.

His bewildered expression made your stomach flip and blood rush to your cheeks. You laughed in return, and went to your computer to find the show he wanted to watch.

You found it on one of your streaming services as Noah came back and set his haul on the table next to your laptop. He settled on the couch close to you, knees almost touching. The both of you usually sat almost at opposite ends of the couch–the closeness was refreshing and gave you that giggly feeling. You smiled at him generously, and he smiled earnestly back. Wow, he was so sweet, you could barely believe it. 

The both of you focused on your show as you pressed play.

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You were afraid to meet his eyes. They were too clear, too easy a mix of bright brown and sunlight and some other tone. He was funny, funny in the way that a slightly nerdy kid is. But, you still found yourself refusing to meet his eyes because he looked at you so intensely.

Noah seemed to want to look at you, and that made you nervous. 

You were watching some comedy and had been watching for a bit too long. Your arms had settled next to each other an episode ago, his body warm against yours. He was sweet, respectful, and thoughtful in a way that you hadn’t even realized you had wanted to see. You got each others’ jokes. He successfully shifted between serious discussion and lighthearted banter and balanced both extremely well. And he didn’t move away when you had moved your leg to rest next to his.

You were busy watching the show, eyes trained on the screen and thinking fast about him: were you coming off too casually? Did he want to do anything more than this? When was an adequate time to ask to kiss? The questions bubbled around in your mind, punctuated by occasional glances at his relaxed legs, his hand resting comfortably on his knee. Was that a question, an ask, to hold your hand? You were so unsure.

As the final scenes of the show played out, you let out some type of sigh and let yourself relax against the back of the couch. Mirroring your movements, Noah did the same; his exhale felt like a whisper, and you found yourself almost leaning towards him to listen.

A comfortable silence settled between you, and it felt too nice to not feel something deep in your gut. A part of you screamed to tell him how you felt, to let his smile warm your cheeks and push you into telling your deepest truth. You turned to him, prepared to let the words fall out-

“I think you’re really sweet,” he said suddenly. He leveled his eyes with yours and oh, the way they shimmered in the light. Your legs felt tingly, your heart softened–his thoughtful gaze made your insides melt. His arm moved to rest against yours as he sheepishly said, “I think your eyes are really pretty.” 

Oh god, oh god, oh god. His voice sounded like honey, and you tasted the sweetness on your tongue. “I think your eyes are really pretty, too,” you said so softly, glad that you didn’t trip over your words.

He inched his hand towards yours, a hint of anxiety in the way his fingertips lightly drummed against his knee. You could feel the vibrations on your own leg. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I’m really glad we’re hanging out.”

This felt like a dream. You’ve daydreamt about this moment more times than you could count. “Yeah?” You inched your own hand closer to his, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. The room didn’t feel warm, but definitely much more comfortable than just a few moments ago.

He nodded, visibly letting out another breath. “I really like being your friend, and I think you’re so talented and funny and smart. You make me laugh–you make me happy.” He lightly rubbed his hands on his pants, trying to play it off as much as possible. Your heart was surging, already knowing where he was going. “I don’t want this to ruin our friendship, but I just wanted to ask: may I take you out on a date sometime?”

It was finally here, you wouldn’t fuck it up. You were hoping for this moment for so long, and it actually was happening. Tears prickling at your eyes, you couldn’t speak for a moment. Oh god, this was it. 

He noticed your eyes watering, and seemed only more worried. He raised his hands, an offering, to you: “It’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“Yes,” you said quickly, barely louder than a whisper. “Yes, so much,” you said a bit louder. Every fiber of your being was soaring, floating up and up and up. 

His breath caught, a slow smile gracing his face. “Yeah?” He echoed, putting his hands down, fingertips brushing your leg. “Really? You want to?”

You nodded reassuringly. “Yes,” you said, wiping quickly at your eye. You laughed a little. “I thought you’d never ask.” You took his hand softly, squeezed it a little and let out a burst of your excitement.

Noah laughed too, leaned towards you. “May I kiss your cheek?” He asked, voice dropping half an octave. Your stomach tingled as you nodded, and he wasted no time in delivering a confident first kiss to your cheek. Already warm, you felt yourself blush under his soft lips. You smelled the faint scent of honey as he pulled away, face much closer than before. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for so long.”

You pressed your forehead to his and felt a tingling right on your third eye. You’d been waiting for so long, and it felt right for this to happen. Your dreams were coming true. “Me, too,” you whispered, lips centimeters from his, and kissed his cheek in return. 

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Friend’s Don’t| Noah Centineo

Title: Friend’s Don’t 

Song(s): Friend’s Don’t by Maddie & Tae 

Warning(s): None

Summary: The one where she can’t help but question if they were friends or a little bit more.

Her best friend looked at her with the widest smirk she could possibly master, her mind was feeling tired and overworked as she thought of an excuse. Any excuse at this point would be better than surrounding to whatever twisted theory Tia had been forming in her small head. Her hands were sweaty as the weight of the situation was starting to get to her. 

“Guy’s don’t just cancel other plans..” She huffed looking down at the phone screen that was now dark, the message hidden from view. She wanted nothing more than for her to admit that there was something there, she wasn’t blind and knew very well about her friends feelings for the brown eyed, curly haired boy. 

“It’s not like that..” She stressed as Tia rolled her eyes shaking her head, she knew there was something. “We’re just really good friends, he understands me like no one else does.” She stated as Tia faked offense causing Y/N to chuckle softly and go back to mixing the batter. 

“Babe hate to break it to you, but each time either of you just as hear the others name it seems to hit a nerve.” She stated as Y/N opened her mouth more than ready to object. “You light up like a firework.” She giggled as she watched her best friend’s face light up with the slightest of a smile, but just enough to have her know that maybe there was a little more there than they let on. 

Her phone was ringing loudly on her bedside table, the small lamp illuminating a small part of her bedroom. Her hand reached forward as her heart skipped a beat, her thoughts running back to the conversation she had with Tia three days backs. With a light heart and an open mind she was quick to answer his phone call. It wasn’t long before she found herself in the passenger seat of his car. 

“And where are we going?” She asked popping a fire in her mouth before leaning over and feeding him one as well. Her smile bright as she watched him dance around in his seat to some song he confessed was his favorite at the moment. 

“Anywhere.” He mumbled softly as she chuckled and leaned back sending her a soft smile before turning his attention back to the road. Her mind wondering places she would’ve never allowed but recently they felt to common and too real for her liking. From the way she would notice that he’d call her in the middle of the night for something random, to the way he’d always been the last one to leave. Always coming up with excuses as to why he should stay longer whenever dropping her off, or reasons to stay after the rest of their friends had left. 

She always felt a certain pull towards Noah, but always believed it was due to the way he was so tentative to her. Sighing, she rested her head on the window watching as the streets blew by as they drove down around, it wasn’t long before they were making their way back home. She giggled softly as she watched him take a wrong turn on the way back to her house. 

“Would’ve been faster if you’d took that turn.” She pointed out as he slowed down and shrugged. 

“Wanna spend more time with you.” Was all he spoke before leaning over a bit too close making her eyes widen. 

His steady breathing was the only thing she could hear in the silence that surrounded her, the sounds of the party he was at drowned by the words that almost escaped his lips. She knew she shouldn’t take it too personal he was drunk after all. Her eyes staining with tears as the reality of the situation she was in started to weigh her down. Maybe there was something there that she had been pushing away. 

“I see you, you know.” He jumped onto another conversation making her take in a deep breathe. Her mind racing with all the things that could possibly change if it were true, if he did love her. 

“See me how?” She asked, not knowing if he were to ever pick up on the double meaning of her question. Her heart racing with all the possibilities of what he were to say back. 

“In my future.” 

It’s nothing, that’s what she had been repeating to herself since their conversation when he was drunk. She kept promising herself she wouldn’t read too much into his gesture or ways towards her. It was all nothing, and would stay nothing, friends was what they were and what they were meant to be. Yet, the moment he sat down across from her she knew there was something, and it wasn’t something she could hide anymore. 

“I wasn’t kidding you know.” He stated after ordering his food making her raise an eyebrow confused. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked taken a sip of her water watching as he looked around obviously nervous. 

“About seeing you in my future.” He stated as she nodded her head not wanting to read to much into it and took more realistic root. He could lie to her and say he doesn’t feel anything but she’d still be in love with him, and she’d know that deep down he felt something too. 

“I see you in mine too.” 

“No not like that.” He huffed out as she waited for him to continue. “I see a future with you.” 

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My barely 5 ft tall ass is DYINGGGGGGGGGGG 🥵🥵🥵🥵

A Wake Up Call - Noah Centineo x Reader

Word count: 1508

Requested by: anon - “Noah with a short girl”

Warnings: graphic sexual content

Soft dreams of pillowy kisses and warm touches were broken by a hiss of running water, the force of the power shower in the hotel hitting the marble of the walls making you flinch as it woke you. You had just about gotten used to the amount of hotels you had to stay in being with one of the most popular actors in the world, but it was still strange to wake up in a new place almost every other morning.

It had settled down since he had started filming to all the boys 2, with the production company putting him up in a hotel suite close to set and allowing him to stay there for the entirety of filming. Still, when you opened your eyes to starched white sheets you longed for home, the cotton that so delicately caressed both you and Noah’s sunkissed skin, the large window which blew the breeze softly through his curls as he woke you up with kisses down your body.

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#noah centineo #smut #short girl #I need someone to do this to meeee

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SWEET FUCKING MERCY 🥵

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*Insecurities–Noah Centineo

Warning: SMUT, language, body image

Most high schoolers can’t wait for summer. Me? I dreaded it.

Summer consisted of campouts, lake trips, and pool parties. Speaking of pool parties, I was currently procrastinating getting ready for the biggest one. It was Abigail Hanson’s Summer Kickoff party. She had it every year to “start the summer off right” as she so humbly puts it every time she invites someone.

I looked in the mirror at the two-piece swimsuit I was wearing. It was kind of like a bikini, but has a little more fabric, covering more skin. When I saw the way I looked, I hated it.

I know. How cliché. A girl not liking what she saw when she looked in the mirror. But when you’re constantly around athletic guys and model ready girls, you tend to see every little imperfection.

Although I was on the cheerleading team, I wasn’t the skinniest girl. I mainly made the team because I was good at tumbling. The only reason I really fit in with the other cheerleaders is because of my relationship with the football team’s kicker, Noah Centineo.

Noah and I have been friends since we were little. I was in gymnastics and he was in football. Once we got to middle school, he made the football team and convinced me to try out for the cheerleading squad so I could go to all his games.

I didn’t have this problem in middle school. I felt comfortable on the team. It wasn’t until I made the team in high school that I started to feel self-conscious around the girls.

Noah tried to tell me it was all in my head, but I saw the way they looked at me. I was just the team’s tumbler. I was the only one on the team that could do more than a back handspring or a simple flip.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard my phone ringing. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe.” Noah greeted. It’s normal for him to call me that. It was just something we called each other. There was never anything behind it.

At least to him. Every time he called me babe it made my heart beat faster. I loved it when he called me babe or any of the other nicknames he has for me.

“Y/N? Hello? You there?”

“Yeah, sorry.” I laughed awkwardly. “Just zoned out. What’s up?”

“I asked if you were going to Abigail’s party?”

“I guess,” I sighed. “I don’t really have a choice. She’s on the team and it’s kind of expected that we all go.”

“Y/N,” he sighed, cutting me off. “You do have a choice. I keep trying to tell you. Just because the other cheerleaders are going somewhere, doesn’t mean you have to go too.”

“Yeah, well,” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see me. “At least you’ll be there with me. Right?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the “p”. “I was calling to make sure you were coming so I wasn’t left alone with my team.”

“You love the guys.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “It’s just, sometimes they go too far with their jokes. Especially at this party. They look at all the cheerleaders and rate them.”

“Really?” I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. My eyes instantly shifted back to my reflection.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” He said, gently. “I have threatened them so many times the second they say your name, they know not to rate you. The first and only time a guy did that, I kicked his ass. I got your back.”

“Thanks, Noah.”

That should’ve made me feel better, but it didn’t. The guys may not say things about me or rate me in front of Noah, but they most likely still do when he isn’t around.

“I’ll see you at the party, okay?”

“Yeah, see you there.” I sighed.

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Me the last few days having a continuing daydream about a fictional character lol

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He looks saur good. I need to take a bite out of his neck and keep it in a heart locket

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Dammnnn

Spencer's lap.

In which you grind against your boyfriend.

fem!reader, season 2 Spencer, +16.

tags: dry humping, a little bit of dirtytalk.

a/n: guys this is so bad I've never written smut before but i had this idea while rewatching season 2 and tried something, this must have a bunch of mistakes and it's not proofread at all, also if anyone wants to rewrite this better please message me lol.

You never thought you'd have to sit for a physics class ever again since you left high school, and here you are, a half hour into your boyfriend explaining very throughly to you how he can make a rocket with 'physics magic', he also made you swear you would never tell his tricks to anybody, 'cause a magician never shares his secrets, right?!

Except you didn't get sleepy like you did in high school, you never paid that much attention to physics since now, the way Spencer's smile explains every detail, the giggle he lets out as he rumbles about different facts of all the physics laws, you're amazed by how happy he is, how his brain is extraordinary.

Hearing his humbles is better than any music you could think of, and paired with the soft sound of the rain falling outside Spencer's place, you feel so cozy and safe.

You and Spencer have been together for a couple of months now, he is your first real boyfriend, both of you are inexperienced in every single part of being in a relationship, sometimes the feeling of love you feel towards him overwhelms you, almost leaving you out of breath, you can't believe how good it is to love somebody, how god it is to love Spencer.

"Wow, that one might be your best! Look how high it went" you said after his most recent "rocket" made its way to the ceiling, Spencer smiling so big and laughing, making you laugh as well.

"Did you see that? I think I've perfected my measurements it's so high!!" Spencer says with a high-pitched voice, too excited to contain himself.

"The only bad thing about this is that you have to clean this mess up" You make a sad face, looking at the place that has little bits of water splashed all over.

"Nah, it's fine! It'll dry out soon enough" he says pretending that he doesn't care about the mess, except he does.

"C'mon, I'll help you clean and make us some dinner after, ok?!" You get up from your side of the couch, and hold Spencer's hand, trying to pull him up.

"I don't wanna get up now, it can wait," He says seriously, you can almost believe him.

You try pushing him up again, but this time he pulls you against him, being more successful than you do you end up falling onto him, sitting on his lap facing him.

"I said it can wait, I can clean up later, ok? I wanna spend some time with you now." He said holding your waist and looking at you.

You've never been on his lap before, you guys make out now and then, but never in that suggestive of a position, and Spencer never makes the first move like that, you feel your stomach filling with butterflies.

"You look so good with your glasses on" You blurt it out looking at him, analyzing his face as he looks at you.

"Can I kiss you?" Spencer says, you don't need words to respond as you press your lips onto his, starting a gentle kiss.

You'll never get accustomed to kissing Spencer, his soft lips, he's so gentle almost like he's afraid you'll run away if he makes any sudden moves, little does he know you won't, you'd never run away from him you feel like you could never get enough from him.

The kiss was now way more intense, your tongue exploring his, his grip on your waist a lot tighter now, one of his hands let go of your waist and made its way to the back of your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Spencer's mouth, making his body shiver under you.

Your hips start slightly moving over Spencer's thigh, the light friction making you want more.

Spencer was breathing heavily, and you could also feel him growing against your leg, he pulled you harder against him, adjusting your cunt to be right on top of his cock, applying pressure to your hips, you moan again, and you could feel yourself get wetter by the second.

"Spence, wanna feel you." You say in between kisses, making him whimper and push you harder against him.

"Fuck" he swears under his breath, both of his hands going to the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing. "That okay?" he asks.

"Yes, please." You've never agreed to something so fast in your life, helping him take your pants away, after a few seconds of struggling you were back to kissing him like your life depended on it.

"C-can I take yours?" you whisper, almost scared to say it, he agrees by guiding your hand to his waistband, also helping you take his pants now, you were both only with underwear now, not even bothering to take your tops off, you went back to humping him, your thin underwear fabric soaked.

Spencer's shaky hands made their way onto your shirt, both of them massing your breasts, making noises come out of your mouth and the man under you groan.

"N-need more, Spence." You say grinding your hips harder against him, and bring your hands to his underwear pushing it down just enough so his cock is free.

You start to use your hands on him, slow up and down movements just enough so he can't even keep his eyes open.

"Want your pussy, please, wanna feel you" Spencer mumbles taking your hands off his cock, his hand going to your panties and ripping them out.

That made you gasp, making your pussy even more wet.

Spencer positioned you on his cock, which was resting on his stomach, you started moving your hips up and down, both of you moaning even louder now.

"You feel so warm, baby, you're so wet for me," He says, looking at where your bodies are rubbing against each other, he looks mesmerized by this sight, mouth slightly opened as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you shiver.

Spencer never dirty talked like that before, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he did, this new side of him making your mind blurry and a not start to form on your stomach.

"I'm so close," he says, biting his lips as you try to move even harder for him.

"N-eed more, please, your fingers," you say and he immediately knows what you mean, taking one of his hands out of your hips and bringing it to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit with ease, start moving it in circles making you let out a loud moan.

"Fuck" You let out, not able to keep your eyes open.

"Can you cum for me? Please baby wanna see your pretty face as you fuck yourself on me." Spencer says, that added with his movements in your clit make your mind fuzzy, you felt the heat on your stomach spread to your legs and your body starts to shake, releasing all the tension you were feeling.

"Oh, you're so pretty like that, so pretty when you cum for me," Spencer says, helping you ride out your climax, you were so sensitive by the recent orgasms but you started to move your hips harder and faster on Spencer's cock.

He bites his lips and you feel him grip your ass, his glasses were blurry and it was so hot that he didn't take him out.

He groaned when you felt his dick twit under you, you helped him through his orgasm, kissing him when you were both done, his hands when to your back caressing it, slowly moving up and down.

"That was so good" He whispers to you.

"A dirty talker, huh?! Who would've thought?" you joke, making him laugh.

"Most men are dirty talkers so it's not that uncommon" he rumbles.

He switched up to nerdy Spencer again, making you smile.

You spend a couple more minutes just talking before getting up, you make sure to point all that he must buy you a new pair of panties to pay for the one he ripped, he agrees, saying he would buy more than one because "you'll never know what might happen, right?"

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I wanna say like 2016/2017 and then the twins the next year and then Jude 3 or 4 years later.

Anyone know what year Brandon & Callie graduated from anchor beach? The season timelines are so weird...I’m thinking 2015 but I’m not sure. Obviously Jesus and Mariana would be the following year and I’m guessing Jude is 4 years later?

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@keenest-of-heart THIS

hoping season 6 will pass the cobra kai bechdel test (johnny and robby talk about something that's not miguel or the new baby)

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matthew grey gubler more like matthew greg gooner

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please laugh