#❤️‍🩹 anon

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Hi :) I've never requested before and am a little embarrassed to be here. But I'm also in my Spencer Reid Brainrot era and am a fan of your writing! I was thinking something with a virgin female reader who is genophobic (specifically fear of vaginal penetration, in her case) and Spencer helps her work through her fear and try something new? She doesnt need to have trauma, just the phobia. Either BAU or non BAU reader is fine, just as long as they aren't initially dating and there is a slow build up to the intimacy. Also, could it be race-blind? (e.g "I could see she was embarrassed" instead of "her cheeks turned pink") Fluff, smut, and mutual pining. Ack, please it would make my MONTH!!

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A/N: I really hope I did this one justice!! It was fun to research and write and ahhh the slow burn (which was definitely a lot faster than it should have been if I had more time 🫣 sorry). I hope you like it!

W/C: 5k

Warnings: Genophobia (fear of sexual intimacy), panic attack, heavy petting, oral (F receiving), virgin reader, inexperienced Spencer, two idiots in love again, vaginal sex, fingering, contraception actually used! Mainly soft and sweet sex 😊

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It was your worst nightmare come true.

You’d had a crush on Spencer for the last three years, working with him in the BAU since Elle had left. You’d joined the team alongside Emily and immediately become enamored with the boy genius, and how could you not? He was smart, and handsome, and most importantly, he respected boundaries.

But here he was in front of you, probably saying the words that you most wanted to hear from him, but he was so close, your heart was beating uncomfortably in your chest, your breath short and your eyes hazy and unfocused for all the wrong reasons.

“Just… If you don’t feel the same, I understand and I’ll never mention it again, but if there’s any chance that you.. That you love me the same way I love you, please tell me.” He had you boxed in against the wall, not touching you exactly, but so close you could feel his breath on your neck, could see the desperation in his eyes as he poured his heart out to you.

The man of your dreams was confessing his love to you, and you were on the verge of a panic attack at his attention.

“Spencer, I have to go,” you gasped out, grasping your chest as you begged your lungs to start working again, as you begged your mouth to stay and explain. But the tears were burning in the corners of your eyes and you had to run from the intimacy of the moment. “I have to... I’m sorry, Spencer, I can’t…” You didn’t get any other words out before you bolted out the door, desperate to find a bathroom stall to cry in. You weren’t sure if the tears were from the very real fear you’d just confronted or the realization that you’d probably just ruined your chances with Spencer Reid.

–X–

A week later, and the awkward tension between the two of you hadn’t dissipated. You wanted to explain yourself, of course, you did, but with the hurt look on Spencer’s face shooting through you every time you were at the other end of his gaze, combined with the absolute fear of being known and judged, you had guiltily kept your mouth shut.

The rest of the team had noticed, of course. The two of you were sending pining looks after one another whenever the other had their back turned, even when preoccupied with a prolific highway murderer, the team would be blind not to see it. Unfortunately for you, the members of the BAU weren’t the ones to let the tension go unconfronted, so you found yourself in increasingly solitary situations, alone but for the company of Spencer himself.

You’d been assigned to work the geographical profile with Spencer, despite usually working alongside Hotch, more used to comforting and interviewing families than analyzing charts and maps. The opportunity to explain had been handed to you on a silver platter, and you had to take it.

“Spencer, can we talk?” You blurted the words out after an unbearably long silence, having watched the man read case file after case file while you distractedly bumbled along beside him.

He paused and gave a small nod, bringing his head up, but not quite meeting your gaze.

“When you… When you said those things last week, did you mean them?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Y/N.” The words were tense, but his voice was soft, his eyes holding a resigned look.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry, shit, everything I say is going to sound like an excuse but I’m so sorry…” you rambled, trying to work up the courage to say what you actually wanted to.

“You don’t have to apologize for not feeling the same way I do. It’s okay, I know I’m not the easiest person to love and-”

“You are. You are, Spencer, don’t even think that you are the problem here, because you are not.” You gasped for breath as you pushed the words out unexpectedly, surprising even yourself with the conviction of your tone.

“I love you, Spencer, I do, I just…” You blinked back the tears again as your voice suddenly became a whisper.

“You know when we talked about our… our fears a few weeks back? And I said that I didn’t have anything specific that came to mind?” He listened attentively as you stuttered out the words.

“I lied. When… people get close to me, and when they get close to me in a way that specifically suggests that… suggests that they like me the way you like me, my chest gets tight, and I can’t breathe. Spencer, I’m… I’m scared of sex.”

You let the confession hang in the air between you, almost afraid to look up and see the sympathetic look in Spencer’s eyes. But you had to eventually, and you were surprised.

The man wasn’t even looking at you, and his expression couldn’t even be described as concerned, let alone empathetic.

“Spencer? Did you hear what I said?” He looked up and smiled at you, keeping his distance still, but opening up to you, facing you with open body language, putting all his attention on you without moving even an inch closer.

“Genophobia. Y/N, you’re describing Genophobia. It’s the fear of physical intimacy that often stems from a fear of pain during sexual intimacy or from physical symptoms, such as Vaginosis. Y/N, you don’t hate me.” His grin widened, and you let out a little laugh at the hopeful look on his face as he breathed out that last statement.

“No, no Spencer, I couldn’t hate you.”

“Good, because I thought I’d taken it too far… Nevermind. Y/N, is… is this something you want to work through?” His tone was cautious, and you were touched by the seriousness he was approaching with. Your previous boyfriends had mocked you when you explained why you couldn’t have sex with them, few as they may have been. You’d never been treated with such gentleness.

“Yes. I really want to work through it, but… Spencer, it might take a long time. Is that okay?” He considered your question for a minute, then replied with his own.

“Y/N, can I lean in and kiss your cheek, please? I won’t touch you anywhere else, I just want…please?” You felt a warmth bubbling under your cheeks at the situation, your tongue growing thick in your mouth, not allowing you to respond. You opted for a small nod instead, watching his every move as he slowly moved in.

Placing his hands on the table, he lifted himself up from his chair, keeping them firmly planted there so you could see that he wasn’t going to initiate anything further. His lips finally hit your cheek, and your heart started beating in that familiar way that it usually did, but you forced yourself to hold still until he pulled away. He did so quickly.

“Y/N, I don’t care how long it takes you to be comfortable with me. I’m just happy you chose me.” He finished, then grabbed a file and exited the room, leaving you alone again to calm your heart and un-fog your brain.

–X–

The case closed a few days later, but you didn’t have another chance to talk to Spencer anymore about your relationship, being so caught up in serving justice to the families of the victims. But as Friday approached, your job was finished, an unsub handed over to the authorities ready for prosecution, and you could finally fly back home.

Which is how you found yourself, on the last evening of the work week, pacing outside of his apartment, freaking out about whether you should knock or not. You’d held your hand up to knock a few times, but ultimately let it fall to your side, cursing your cowardice. It was just a door. He was just a man. A man who really cared about you. A man who wanted you. That thought should have had you jumping into his arms at every given opportunity, instead, it was causing heart palpitations at the thought of knocking on a door.

In the end, you didn’t have to knock.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” You heard his voice from behind you as you jumped in place, startled by the fact that he was actually there.

“Shit, Spencer, don’t do that, you scared me.” You grabbed your chest and took a deep breath. He stood still, waiting for your answer to his previous question.

“I was just… Can I come in?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah of course, here let me…” His words trailed off as he grabbed his keys from his pocket, fumbling them slightly as he struggled to get the key into the door.

“Take a seat wherever you… Can, I guess? Sorry, I was doing some reading before I left.” He smiled awkwardly as you walked into the space, and you giggled a little at the confession, seeing that there was really only one open space on the couch left for you to occupy without having to perch awkwardly on the arm of the chair.

You took the seat, moving a single book onto a stack on the sofa next to you, and watched the man as he took off his scarf and coat, storing them and then awkwardly turning back to the couch. He looked around for a place to sit, and, coming to the same conclusion as you did, chose to perch himself on the opposite arm of the sofa to you.

“Oh, Spencer, this is your house, you should sit comfortably.”

“No, you’re a guest, it’s fine. I want you to feel comfortable. What did you want to talk about?” He cleared his throat a little and then turned his eyes back to you, signaling that he was ready to listen attentively.

“Oh…. I was hoping…. Spencer, can you touch me?” You saw his face flush at your suggestion, and your eyes widened at your own foolish wording.

“Shit, not like that. Not that I don’t want you to touch me like that, but I think it’s too soon, and I’m still not comfortable with that. I was just hoping that you could, you know, hold me for a while, like a hug or something?” You rambled it all out, and you could hear yourself rambling but you couldn’t stop it. The words dropped from your mouth before you could even think about stopping them, and you felt the blood rush to your head as you cringed slightly at the situation.

“Okay.”

“Okay? You’re…. You’re okay with that?” You asked, looking hopefully up at Spencer.

“Do you want to sit together, or were you thinking something else?” You jumped up from your seat then, and glanced around the room as you considered his words.

“Oh, um, sitting together would be good I suppose?” He nodded and lifted himself up from the arm, moving closer to you.

“I’m going to sit here, you should probably just join me when you want to, okay?” He whispered the words with a tender smile on his face, and you felt some of the tension in your shoulders disappear. It was incredible that he could do that with a simple smile, that with one glance he could relax your whole body enough to let you push yourself to the limits of your fear.

You gained some confidence, and after letting him get settled in the seat you had just vacated, you moved to straddle his lap. You heard his sharp intake of breath as you wrapped your arms up around his neck, nervously wondering if what you were doing was right.

“Is this okay for you, Y/N?” He asked, stuttering through the words as he struggled to stay focused on you.

“It’s okay now. I want to push myself a little.” You ran your hands down his arms, which had so far lain politely still on the sofa beside him before you pulled them around yourself, letting the hug deepen. He was warm, and between the two of you, you weren’t sure whose heartbeat was louder. You could hear both of them, the room totally still except for your breaths and blinks.

“Y/N, can I… can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You whispered the word in a voice so small, you were sure he hadn’t heard it, as his head crept towards you so slowly you were sure he wasn’t moving. Eventually, you felt his breath on your skin more, and then his lips were softly pressing against your own, the pressure gentle, not demanding any more than what you were currently giving him.

You melted into it, pushing yourself further into his warmth, your chests now pressed together as he languidly moved his lips against yours, claiming them again and again and again. You kept pushing and pushing into him, growing more sloppy in your kisses, grabbing onto the back of his sweater with two desperate fists, needing him close.

It wasn’t until your hips bucked involuntarily in his lap, unconsciously demanding friction that you began to panic once again, immediately pulling your lips and torso out of his reach.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I can’t… it’s… shit it’s not you, Spencer. God, I’m such an idiot.” You pulled your hands over your eyes, embarrassed at the thought of being seen by him right then, but still firmly seated in his lap.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said, pulling your hands away from your face with a gentle touch. “It’s okay, Y/N. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” You nodded at his words and took a few more minutes to compose yourself.

“Can we…can we just cuddle for a while? Like this?” You asked, and his smile instantly became bright.

“I would love to. Let’s move some of these books though.” You shifted the books quickly and then fell back into his lap, his body now laying more vertically than before, stretching out into the larger space now available on the couch. You pushed your head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat, following it with your own, and letting it be the soundtrack to your descent into sleep.

–X–

Waking up in his arms was a life-changing experience. Sometime during your sleep, he had carried you to his bed, letting you sleep soundly as he made you more comfortable. He hadn’t taken any of your clothes off, of course, just removed your shoes and made sure you were warm enough in the skirt and blouse you had been wearing.

Your position had changed, too, and it was one of the first things you noticed as you blinked your eyes open, trying to rid them of sleep as you greeted the new day. Instead of being below you, he was behind you, pressed against you with a hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him like a child clutching a favored toy.

“Spence,” you whispered through a grin. “Spencer, wake up.” You turned your head around to him, but he moaned in his sleep, not wanting to leave his rest just yet. You giggled at his childlike petulance, trying to shift around to face him, but his grip was too tight. Pushing against him, you felt something, hard, pushing against your back. You shifted again, but it was still there, and it took you only a few more seconds to figure out what it was.

“Shit, Spencer, wake up,” your tone probably sounded more frantic than you felt, as it woke him quickly now, his body releasing yours enough to let him pull himself up, taking stock of the room as he looked around searching for what had panicked you.

“What is it, are you okay?” He returned his eyes to your face, but your gaze had slipped down his body, and through the much looser fitting sweatpants he’d thrown on at some point during the night, you could see the outline of his cock.

Curiously, the very sight didn’t have you bolting, as it had in situations in the past. You had frozen, of course, but you weren’t filled with as much dread as you had been only a few days prior with his confession.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, it’s a biological reaction and… well it’s not purely biological, I do really have feelings for you, but I don’t want you to feel pressured, and… Let me go and get rid of this.” He moved to stand, but you grabbed his arm before he could completely pull away, his hand still resting on your waist.

“Wait… Could we continue from where we were last night?” You looked up at him, the embarrassment of your words sending a rush of adrenaline through your body, almost forcing you to take them back immediately.

“You… you want that?” For the second time in 24 hours, a whispered ‘yes’ was all it took to have him crash his lips into yours. The pressure was the same, but with his body hovering over yours, it felt even more intimate. His hands rubbed small reassuring circles on your hips, as you opened up to him, wanting to pull the full force of his weight down onto you.

His hand fell to your face as he encouraged you to open your mouth to his tongue, letting him explore it thoroughly as he lazily worked his mouth against your own. There was no fight for dominance here, just two people deeply exploring the feeling of one another, so wrapped up in the pleasure that no other thoughts could cross your minds. Not even that of fear.

He pulled away for a breath, and your lips trailed him, trying to capture him again and force him back to you, but he evaded you softly.

“Y/N, can I try something? I want to touch you…more. Is that okay?” You were so desperate for the feeling of his lips against yours again that you moaned out the yes before you even processed his words. His lips fell back against yours, but his weight shifted above you as his right hand trailed down your leg and then back up underneath your skirt.

The touch was so delicate that you shivered under the attention, but you felt your heart start beating faster and faster as he got closer to your center. He asked you once again, and you agreed before he finally touched you through the safety of your panties.

You moaned into the kiss as he cupped you, letting his thumb fall to your clit and beginning to explore you more. He swallowed each and every sound you made with his lips, committing every move you made, every reaction to memory. You grew more pliable under all his attentions, growing comfortable in reacting to his every movement, letting him control the pace and flow of your shared caresses. A heat was growing at the depth of your stomach, and you knew it was coming.

Your brain finally kicked back into gear as your orgasm washed over you, your eyes jolting open as he released your mouth, the breathless moan that erupted from you causing your entire body to tense up. You pushed him away, and clutched your chest, scrambling up into a seated position as he quickly noted the change in your body language, letting you out of his grip.

You struggled to get your breathing out of control, desperately searching for a way out, an excuse, or anything to say to make you feel better, but you came up blank.

“I’m sorry… I’m really…” You couldn’t force out any other words before you jumped out of his bed and bolted out of the apartment, having ruined everything again for the second time.

–X–

Another week ticked by before you knew it, and you still hadn’t talked to Spencer since he’d pushed you over the edge. The fact that he hadn’t tried to talk to you either had you convincing yourself that it meant whatever you shared was over now.

It was a nice feeling to share, but you couldn’t keep it up forever, just like you hadn’t been able to in any of your previous relationships. But there was something about Spencer that you didn’t want to give up on, so you didn’t.

You spent the week looking up advice on how to deal with your fear, booking appointments with Sex Therapists, and, to put it kindly, getting your body used to the idea of sexual interaction. You bought a small vibrator a day or two after you slept over at his house, nothing that would enter you, just something to play with to increase your confidence as you prepared yourself to apologize to him.

But despite all of your efforts, the tension was still running high in the team as they all noticed the sudden disconnect between you and your maybe-boyfriend.

So, with the newly discovered commitment to self-improvement, you found yourself at his door again on another Friday night, this time confidently knocking at the first attempt.

“Y/N, you’re here.” He said, mouth hanging open slightly as his unasked question hung in the air.

“I wanted to talk. About everything.”

“Sure, come in, come in.” He shut the door behind you, and you didn’t bother walking further than the entryway before you started again, not wanting to lose your conviction.

“Spencer, I want you to make love to me. I freaked out last time, and I ran away, and that was so shitty of me, but I think I’m ready now - I went to see this therapist and she gave me some advice, and I’ve been… I’ve been touching myself so I can get myself used to the idea of someone else touching me. And you’re the only person who I want to touch and to touch me, and you’re everything I’ve been thinking about, and I don’t want you to avoid me anymore or think this isn’t going anywhere.” You were almost breathless as you finished, having let your sentences blur into one, not bothering to pause in your exploration.

“Oh, thank god,” Spencer said, wrapping his hands around you suddenly, pulling you to him with a strength you didn’t know he had. “Well, not thank god that you want to have sex with me, thank god that I didn’t push it too far. I thought you hated me after last time, I thought I was trying to selfishly get you to open up too quickly, and I felt so bad about it.” He rambled just the same as you had, not letting go of you for all the world.

“You know, I’ve checked out like 50 books on sexual psychology from the University library this week, I was afraid the librarian was going to call the police on me for creepy behavior or something.” He laughed into you, letting his head drop to your shoulder as he held you comfortably.

“Spencer, that is so sweet.” You felt the sugar in your grin, knowing that this unabashed happiness wasn’t going away anytime soon, any negative feelings at being held this closely dissipating when faced with the love of his actions.

“I’m going to ask again, is that okay?” You nodded at his boyish grin, and he grinned down at you fondly.

“Y/N, may I kiss-” You didn’t let him finish, pushing yourself up on your toes to lock your lips with his before he could.

“Yes. Always yes.” You said releasing him, foreheads resting together.

“I know, but I like to ask.” His lips were on you again then, as he walked you back through his apartment, not stopping once to release your lips. Before you knew it, he was picking you up, and gently returning you to the bed you’d bolted from the week before.

He released you for a breath, and you pushed your top up and off, throwing it to the ground as he stared at you like you had personally each and every star in the sky.

“You’re amazing. I’m so proud of you.” He mumbled the words into your skin, before letting his hands once again fall under your skirt, beginning to massage your ass with a firm but still loving embrace. He pulled you against him again, your kisses becoming more and more needy as you felt him grow against you, with each stroke of his tongue forcing your hips to rub together deliciously.

“You know,” he spoke slowly, letting his lips fall down your neck and chest. “All of the literature I read suggested that foreplay was a good way to combat Genophobia. The more prepared you are for the actual sexual act, the less you worry about the ‘pain’ of it all.”

“What are you saying, Spencer?” You whispered, your heart beating fast, but not in an uncomfortable way anymore.

“I’m saying I want to make you feel good. Can I?” His lips had reached your skirt then, and he said the words as his head rested against your thigh, hands slowly pushing your legs wider and wider.

You nodded, and he dived in, at first licking through your underwear as you moaned and writhed underneath him. His hands worked the panties down your legs as he kissed your inner thighs, pushing your skirt up and over your hips so you could watch his every move.

“Fuck Spencer,” you ground into his face again as he returned his tongue to your now soaking hole, desperately chasing the pleasure of his attention. You’d had the time to explore this week, obviously, but it was nothing like this. Every kiss, every suck, every lick, spoke a thousand words to his devotion to you, his love being pressed into you from between your legs. You didn’t know it could be like this. You didn’t think it would be with anyone who wasn’t him.

“Spencer, I can feel it…. Spencer, don’t stop.” You worked a hand into his hair and shamelessly bucked into him now, you high hitting you just like you knew it would. If the first time had been a surprise, this time had been an inevitability. You felt him keep up his ministrations, letting you ride out the full wave of pleasure. When he finally pulled away, he looked into your eyes for confirmation that everything he’d done was okay. Moving a hand to wipe your arousal from his mouth, you stopped him mid-motion and pulled him back on top of you, wrapping your tongue around his own and delighting in the taste of his success.

“Let’s keep going,” you said softly into his ear, and he moaned his approval, before quickly divesting himself of his pants and grabbing a condom from his bedside table.

“Morgan got me a pack of these at Christmas, as a joke, y’know,” he laughed, kissing down your neck again, paying special attention to the few spots darkening to splashes of red.

“Not the time, Spencer,” you laugh at him, and he squeaks out an apology before lining himself up with you.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” He asks, a concerned look plastered on his face, and you pull him down for one short tender kiss before answering again.

“I have never been so sure of any decision I have made in my life, as I am sure about you.” He pressed a kiss to your lips in thanks and then slowly began to fill you up.

There was a small panic in the back of your mind, but he kissed praise into your skin, replacing all of your negative thoughts with nothing but his words, his actions, his love. You relaxed as he stretched you out, not moving his hips but letting his hand return between your legs to help you further adjust to the newness of it all.

You saw a panicked look fall across his face as he kissed away small tears that fell from your eyes, each a small apology for the pain, the confusion of your mixed emotions, but you just laughed his concern away.

“Happy tears, Spencer. They’re happy tears.” He laughed with you then, and with one last seeking out of your approval, you began to move together. His thrusts were slow, lavishing you with attention, letting you feel all of him as his body sought your pleasure. Your legs wrapped around him, unable to stop the desperate need to buck up, up, up with each of his downward strokes.

You were a mess of limbs and kisses, neither of you experienced enough to know how to do anything past what felt good, what felt natural, and you spent your time together like that, giggling with each chaste kiss, moaning and sighing as you both worked your way up to an ecstatic release.

Falling down on top of you after you came together, Spencer didn’t pull out, holding you somehow closer than before as you both let the oxygen return to your lungs.

“I love you,” he whispered into your lips.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

Yes, it was not going to be like that with anyone else. And you didn’t want anyone else at all, now that you finally had him.

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Omg omg omg

Pls do “shit— do that again” and “this is so wrong” with dickie grayson pretty please

(The second prompt gives enemies to lovers vibes SO MUCH, so if it’s included the better.)

— ❤️‍🩹 xx

SECOND ANON WITH AN EMOJI, LET'S FUCKING CELEBRATE!! first of all, thank you so much for this request, i have an idea buzzing into my head and if i don't post it i'll go insane (i'm already insane) and second... i'm listening to the weeknd so yeah....

“do that again- shit, just like that, right there.” + "this is wrong... so wrong." (plus enemies to lovers trope omg yes please!!!)

dick has never been known to be a bad detective, his partners adore him and so does every kid and person he helps, he does his job so well everyone is aware that whenever he's got a new case he will be at it all the time but there is just one person that doesn't really agrees with that, dick knows it and it gets on his nerves because it's always just his cases and investigations the ones that you observe and deny before they reach the court.

he really hated the moment he had to go present his case to the prosecutor, mostly when it was you who was assigned to it and what's worse it's that dick knows that you take it personal because there's no way on earth you let mobs or criminals to pay for justice and that is pretty much clear when you have an amazing percentage of cases won where criminals end up getting what they deserve.

"you have to be joking," at this point is almost a routine. dick arrives to your office with a folder filled with documents and reports from the officers and his own, a box full of evidence he picked up and sent to check to the labs, all the signed paperwork and the hope that you won't send him back to re-do all the work from zero "everything is in that folder!"

"detective, would you lower your damn voice?" you'd ask him, the snark on your tone is upsetting and dick has to take a deep breath to cool down a bit "there are several forms you haven't filled, how do you expect me to work like this?" and it was true, paperwork was important even if everyone hated doing it.

"you can't return the whole investigation for a couple of stupid papers! it's a big case, if you return it to the station we'll have to let the criminals go because the time runs up." dick is starting to lose every trace of patience and good will he has, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers and his hands clench a little more when you look at him, unamused and with any intention to help him.

"i can't help you if you don't bring everything in order, not to say that there are so many things that don't make sense on your files," you say, reading through some pages "this doesn't looks like a real detective's work, how do you expect me to do anything with this?" you leave the folder down, looking at him with your arms crossed over your chest and leaning back on the chair behind your desk.

dick is about to scream, you're telling him his work sucks and sending him back to do it all over again when he is sure there are cases pilling up back in the station but he has to hold it back. it's weird that the person he despises the most isn't some villain he fights at night but a prosecutor that he desperately wants to shut up for once and for all.

you are way too cocky for your own good and since the first case you dismised from his hands he has wanted to show you why he had the reputation he had, he's fighting his rage right now because he knew that in this case you were right and it would be stupid to keep pushing but he was too stubborn and a little too lost on how much he liked to get in your nerves.

"there's no way you can't help me with that case," he says and dick's voice is now an indicator of how upset he is feeling, not only because of you dismissing his work but also because this time he wasn't right (not that he has been before, he always forgot a paper or the whole background of a piece of evidence because he was too distracted on thinking how jolly the moment would be when you'd had to accept his work) "you just don't want to do it and that's bullshit, you should be dismissed from all the station's cases because this is personal."

"detective grayson," you warn him, if it was on your hands you'd help him just as you always tried to help but as a prosecutor you had to stick to the rules and make sure your coworkers did just the same "i'd suggest you to lower your tone and keep your emotions in check, the fact that i can't work with this investigation it's not my fault." you said, letting the folder fall back on your desk before standing up.

there went the last string of patience and good will dick had, he stood up but stayed still until you started walking your way to the door and he'd be lying if your figure wasn't distracting him a little bit with the way that greenish button up shirt hung a little loose on your shoulders but gave a hint of your figure. he had to shake his thoughts away and as soon as he saw your hand reaching for the door he darted towards you, pushing the door closed shut again and standing a little too close to you.

dick is hovering over you, looking down as his eyes fix on yours and there's no way to hide the surprise of the sudden outburst that causes you to flinch a little.

"you think so high of yourself, y/n," dick hisses as his eyes narrow, he leans in closer and it sends a spark that danced between anger and pure expectation from what he could do "you think that you make the fucking calls and that is just so upsetting, i wish i could just bring you down from that cloud and show you just what you are." he points at you and it's distracting because dick grayson has always managed to keep his anger in check.

"keep your emotions in check, detective" it was another warning, it came throught gritted teeth and narrowed eyes as you stand still ready to snap back at him on the first chance "am i the one that thinks too high of themself? let me break it to you, grayson, at least i'm trying to do my job as i have to."

the banter between you two has always been a little more snarky and less heated, not to be taken so serious because what you wanted to do was to push dick to do his absolute best so you could also help people to be safe out on the streets, living their lives but this time was just different because there was something else fueling the words.

there's a spark that ignites inside of dick as soon as your words hit close to home and next thing you know is that you're being cornered against the door of your office and he managed to inmobilize you; he grabs your shoulder to turn you around, his right leg between yours and his face right next to yours.

"you think you're better than the rest of us just because you get to take the credit of putting the bastards we catch behind bars but you just have to sit pretty here," he speaks lowly into your ear, his tone making it clear that he was letting it all out, months of bottled up frustration flowing out of him "you do nothing but talk, that's all that mouth of yours can do and it was just time someone put you in your place."

"richard grayson, you better back the fuck up now or–" you start, the warning hanging in the air and interrupted by a low grunt that just escaped your lips when he pressed a bit more against you just to mess with your nerves, causing his thigh to press a bit more between your legs and sending a jolt through your spine that mixed with all the emotions "do that again– shit," and even tho he is surprised and a little taken aback by your reaction he complies, moving closer until he could feel his leg pressed up against your clothed core and he decided to grind it teasingly "just like that, right there..."

"that's all it takes to turn off your brain?" he asks mockingly, his hand pressed between your shoulders as his lips brush against your era and it's easy to hear the smirk on dick's voice "pin you against the door and let you grind yourself against my thigh? it's pathetic how a smartmouth like you turns to a puddle when someone touches your cunt like this."

yeah, it's pathetic because he managed to shut you up without even trying and he's proud of it. his hand trails down your back until it reaches the lower part of it making sure to hold your body in a way you couldn't move your hips to grind on his thigh.

"go on, why don't you move?" he asks teasingly, his hand pressing harder when he felt the jerk of your hips and an amused laugh escapes his throat when you grunt frustrated "who would have thought that miss great prosecutor was such a desperate little slut." and he could have stopped there, make you help him because you'd be too embarrased to deny him anything after putting this show for him but dick decided to lean in and press a lingering kiss on your neck that made your breath catch on your throat.

"dick– fuck, don't be such an ass" you say in a hoarse tone, looking at the ceiling as you try to rock your hips once again, feeling yourself able to do so when dick's hand wanders from your back to your stomach and then up, resting between your breasts as he breathes you in.

"pretty fucked up, isn't it?" he asks against your neck, nibbling on the side of your neck as his fingers start undoing the buttons of your shirt while you grind against his thigh and everything feels so forbidden, one of your hands moving to lock the door because there was no way you'd let yourself get caught being groped by the detective you've told all your department you hated.

it wasn't news for your coworkers that dick and you had a long history of not getting alone but truth be told, you just wanted to make dick give his best because that would also allow you to give your best. it was a win-win, if only he saw it that way because you weren't trying to buy more time for the criminals to make up evidence or build new alibis or get fake witnesses.

dick gets your shirt open, his hands messily working on pulling your bra down and growling lowly when he saw your breasts spilling out against the door, his eyes moving from your chest to the way your features contorted from the way you were getting yourself off like this. with every jerk of your hips he could feel your ass pressed against his cock, the bulge inside his dressing pants now hard in a way you could feel it againt your body.

he lets go of you, turning you around and ignoring your grunt when you were left without that pleasurable feeling on your aching pussy. his hands gripping your hips as he presses a hungry kiss on your lips, demanding and bruising between the smirk it draws from him when you kiss him back with the same need as your hands undo his shirt, pulling it away from his body as he manages to walk until he is sitting on your desk with you sitting on his lap.

the messy making out is only interrupted when the clothes come out of your body, heavy breathing as he squeezes and gropes your flesh into his hands in a rush of pure lust that's fueled by the way your wetness feels when pressed against his hard on as he moves you to tease your pussy, his shaft moving between your folds and the wet sounds are only muffled by the low moans and growls you both try to keep as low as you can.

"this is wrong..." you say breathlessly, feeling how dick picks your body up with his arm around your waist as his free hand lines his tip with your entrance and he grunts into your neck when you are the one that slides down on him with your eyes closed shut "so wrong, god."

it's not much when your body moves on its own, going up and down on his cock as he looks up at you, hands gripping your waist to hold you as his lips are around one of your nipples, sucking and licking at it while your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders.

you'd never set yourself into this kind of situations but there was no time to think about how wrong this was when it felt so good, the way he filled you up as you rode him slowly, teasing him to grip your hips in order to set the pace to make you bounce on him.

"you look so good like that, fuck," he whispers against your chin when you start grinding on him, his hands on your hips so hard that his fingers bruise your skin as he thrusts deeper into your pussy "so desperate fucking yourself like a bitch in heat, you think you're using my cock for your pleasure but you're nothing but a pretty toy."

his words work as a turn on, the way he looks at you with hunger and need as he pounds harshly inside your cunt makes you moan without care on who could hear you.

"you look so pretty like that, so tight around me" he grunts into your ear and it's right there when he takes the lead, setting a fast pace as he holds your hips to make your body bounce "you like it like this? when you're being used like a dirty whore, sweetheart?"

"i like it so much, fuck–" you whine and the sound of your voice makes him chuckle, this was pretty bad because the degrading words were making you needier and the way you couldn't hide it made you appear more like a slut for him, clenching around him the closer you got to your climax as he hit all the right spots with each thrust he gave.

it was hard to talk for you, between moans and whines of pure delight that came after each stroke dick made as he kissed your jaw but he had no problem on doing it while his hand moved and reached that space on your pussy.

his thumb pressed against your clit made you shiver into his arms, whinning pathetically as he played with your sensitivity with a wide grin "look at the little mess you are, always so collected and now you're here with your legs all spread for me to fuck you into a brainless slut."

"dick– i'm close" you say, eyes teary and voice broken as your face finds a place into the crook of his neck but it's not too much time until he finds your gaze, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss into your lips before he pulls back and nods, thrusting in a faster pace and with deeper strokes.

"c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart." he growls against your ear, both hands holding your waist as your movements become sloppier and erratic, the tension on your belly building more and more until your orgasm hits your whole body making your walls clench tighter around him "that's it, that's a fucking good girl... i'll pull out now, yeah?"

and he doesn't wait for your response, knowing you won't be able to think straight while you were still on your high and with you still straddling his lap dick moves, strocking his cock until he is throbbing into his fist before he reaches his own climax, painting your stomach with those milky white streaks.

maybe, just maybe now he could find a way to fix his work without feeling so upset about it.

#⭒ 📬 ⭒ #❤️‍🩹 anon #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson smut #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x fem!reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x fem!reader #nightwing #dc comics reader insert #dc comics imagine #dcu #dc comics #dc universe

[ohbo-ohno]

reader who just kinda gives up after the shock collar incident. if she can't even go outside without them hurting her so bad, what's the point? if they loved her as much as they say they do, why would they lie? what else have they been lying abt? are they lying when they say they want the best for her? would they lie abt hurting her for her own good? what's the point in doing anything if they're just going to lie about everything.

she finds herself alone while they're deployed. just crying in the room, thinking abt what she's gone through. just to make them happy. how she kind of likes them, and she hates herself for that. how could she love her kidnappers. she can't do anything but sob. and ghoap can't do anything but watch her on the cameras.

they get back and pamper her ruthlessly. but she doesn't even talk, or look them in the eyes. sometimes when they're laying down, she just cries to herself and ghoap just can't seem to figure out how to fix her.

-can i have ❤️‍🩹 if it's not taken? if it is, 🖇 and if that's taken, 📚 :)

sorry for the late-ish response babe!!! ❤️‍🩹 is available :) and for anyone curious, the full list of anon emojis is in my pinned!!! as long as it's not listed there, it's available!

i think i wrote about this concept a couple times with dlmliyh specifically, but honestly babe i am Not digging through my blog lmaoo i'll just rewrite it here <3

i think the whole shock collar thing provides some great opportunity with softness from ghost and soap. they'd pamper you so much, do literally everything for you - if johnny could breathe for you, he would. you're never out of their line of sight either. you flinch when they get too close, which just makes them think you need to spend more time with them to get more used to their presence :(

i also think ghost has a pathological inability to apologize, so the closest "sorry for electrocuting you" you can get from him is acts of service, yk?

anyways, i really don't have any ideas about reader's recovery in a situation like this (hence why i've never actually written it as a drabble lmaoooo, the fantasy ends pretty abruptly in my mind) so im tapping out here <3 tysm for sending in an ask!

#asks and answers #dlmliyh #❤️‍🩹 anon

[merakiui]

Mera Mera, would Azul send a drunken dick pic saying "check this out" and how would he react when you respond with "yeah check it out with a doctor, I've found 17 flaws and 3 concerns, I will continue this analysis in the morning"

I just want him embarrassed, maybe sobbing bc lord knows how cute he looks crying

-❤️‍🩹

OHHHHH,,,, MY POOR TAKO.......... you are killing him!!!! He's taking damage in real life. He never wants to come out of his octopus pot again after that. T^T more importantly, he vows to never get drunk and allow liquid courage to aid him in sending nudes ever again. He reads the text a few more times and it hurts even more than the last. </3 he's just so sad. Is it really so terrible? If it's that flawed in human form, what does this mean for his mer form?!?!?! Will you think it's unsightly and gross? Omg he is spiraling.

He doesn't get any sleep that night. He's kept awake rethinking his life and his choices and every little mistake he's ever made. >_< please give him a hug and bring him his favorite snacks and promise him you were only joking. He needs the reassurance.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #❤️‍🩹 anon #he is so cute when he's crying <3 i love him and his tears hehe #my favorite crybaby tako orz

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Did you see this pic of jack holding pups like she was a literal baby girl? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I couldn’t be more in love even if I tried 😩

❤️‍🩹

We’ve come a long way lol Fatherhood looks good on Jack 😌

#jack harlow #❤️‍🩹 anon

[kaeyx]

I just had a thought

Reader & dazai (alr in a relationship) have sex on new years eve. Naturally theres a lot of teasing & edging involved, so it lasts hours before they finish. At one point dazai looks at the clock and it’s a few minutes past midnight, so he stops for a quick moment to joke around and say “darling I’ve been fucking you for a year”

Ya’ll cannot tell me dazai won’t make a joke out of it

❤️‍🩹

Yeah Dazai is absolutely the type to make "since last year" jokes. Haven't seen you since last year, haven't showered since last year, have been fucking you since last year (or "I'll fuck you into next year")

#dazai.bsd #little shit #❤️‍🩹 anon #leo.spam

[lipglossanon]

Mwahaha I'm back from the depths of angsty hell itself!!! I have been thinking about the stepbros meeting and Subby Leon becoming very jealous from seeing how responsive you are to SB in the end being taught my step bro how to get a reaction out of the reader like he does cause a flip to switch temporarily in Subby Leon cause him to rail you seven ways to Sunday while whimpering in your ear how your his mommy and how he's so sad you didn't let him do all these things until now how you owe your little brother for all the missed time 😈

Also hope you're doing okay I know u said you're sick sucky cause around this time is cold, flu, and RSV season feel better and know no matter what work you put out we love it regardless.🥺 Sincerely -❤️‍🩹

Howdy ❤️‍🩹 anon!! 👋

Hooo boy 🥵 there’s nothing better than subby stepbro just losing his cool and getting rough with you 🥴 and then after he sees how you react to being spanked or just the way stepbro Leon talks to you??

All bets are off. He’s teasing you until you’re whining and begging for him and he’s just so much bigger that when he does finally dick you down into your mattress, he’s holding you in place and not touching your clit telling you “mommy’s just gonna take what I give her, I’ll touch your clit when I wanna feel you cum on my cock until then I’m just going to use your pretty mommy cunt until I dump my load in you.” 🥴 🥴

Awww thank you!! My sinuses are still recuperating 😔 but I’m doing so much better! 🥰 Hope you’re doing well yourself!! 💜

#ask box #❤️‍🩹 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #stepbro!leon s kennedy #stepcest

[cream-stew]

pspsp.. milking whiny childe .. only thing on my mind rn 😩

🔞 minors dni

warnings: dom reader, anal fingering, no genitals mentioned for reader, handjob, biting/marking

// note: very valid🤝

he always gets hard super quick when you make out, with you sitting in his lap and rocking against him. you suck marks into the skin of his neck languidly, as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants so annoyingly slowly, as he keeps complaining.

"mmmn, I want you", he mumbles, and you bite right under his jaw, your hand dipping into his underwear to touch his cock.

"don't interrupt me, then", you scold him, giving him a quick peck on his lips before dragging your teeth over his throat again.

you take his cock in hand, barely nudging it out of his underwear as you stroke it lazily, grinning when he whimpers in frustration. "what?", you taunt him, "does the brat want more?"

bossing him around, you get him to bend over on his hands and knees, his pants discarded somewhere on the floor. two of your fingers are soon making their way in and out of his asshole, after already playing with his rim until he started whining again, and your other hand is still firmly stroking his cock, a steady dribble of precum leaking out of it and dripping on the blanket below.

he moans, out of breath, when you hit his prostate and start rubbing it roughly, cooing at him for being so turned on already.

"are you close?", you taunt him, "just with my fingers?"

he whines again, his arms giving out as he buries his face against the pillows, and you pick up your pace, moving both hands so frantically that his thighs start quivering.

just like you'd expected, he cums easily after that, load after load spurting out of his rock hard cock as you keep abusing his prostate, milking his cock at the same time, never letting go of him as he just keeps cumming !

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #childe smut #❤️‍🩹 anon

[our-questioning-experience]

I'm questioning my gender currently, I'm ftn (female to nonbinary) (not sure if that's an actual term) and I've used They/Them for awhile but I've recently been using He/They, I know pronouns don't make your gender but I've really been confused, because I'd love to be a guy but I also feel like I don't belong as a guy? Like I think "wow that'd be nice" and then I look at myself and think "wow I really don't look like a guy, I must not be one" it's very weird and confusing

-❤️‍🩹

hey there! I'm sorry it's weird and confusing. i can't really fix this one for you, but know that there's no one way to look like a guy, and if you think you're a guy, well, then you are!

#i know saying stuff like this doesn't always help #but hopefully it can #our questioning experience #questioning #lgbtq #❤️‍🩹 anon

[dethmail]

HI FACEBONES! YOU CANT SEE BECAUSE…WELL, IM BEHIND A SCREEN, BUT IM WAVING VERY ENTHUSIASTICALLY!

THIS ISN’T FOR YOU THOUGH…SORRY! ITS FOR MURDERFACE!:

I HOPE HE KNOWS HOW COOL AND BRUTAL HE IS…ITS A SHAME GROUPIES ARE MEAN ABOUT HIM! I THINK HE’S VERY HANDSOME…LIKE A TIGER! THE BEST MEMBER OF DETHKLOK TOO, HANDS DOWN! I’D REAALLY LOVE TO MEET HIM SOMETIME!

-❤️‍🩹

Hey. Murderface here... I can't believe the first letter went to me!

Thanks for giving me bragging rights! Of course I'm cool and brutal. I'm definitely the most brutal member of Dethklok, I don't care what the other dildos think. I've never been called a 'tiger' before but I think I like that. A lot. I really like that. You're awesome.

You can send letters in anytime. Especially if you're gonna say nice things about me. You have good taste. The best actually.

-Murderface

p.s. big FUCK YOU to Nathan, Skwisgaar, Toki, and Pickles. That is all.

#💀❤️ dethmail #❤️‍🩹 anon #william murderface

[cissyenthusiast010155]

H-hi mommy,,,,

I need your help with some Ah- feelings, my cunt is so wet please mommy, I’ll do anything, I just want to please you mommy, I’ll be so good I promise please please please

-❤️‍🩹

Awwww Baby… Is your pretty cunny all slick and achey…? It will all be alright, mommy’s here now <3 You’re such a good girl, begging for mommy already… Why don’t you come over to mommy, and let me help…? Mommy will make that icky ache go away and fill your head with bliss.

This post is about w/w sex. Men dni.

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#nsft #❤️‍🩹 anon #anon asks #mommy #this post is about w/w sex #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #w/w nsft #wlw nsft #queer nsft #lgbt nsft #lgbtq nsft #w|w nsft #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

[majaloveschris]

You can always reach out to me here! ❤️

Unfortunately, it takes me quite a while to reply to messages, but I'm trying my best. It's not that I don't want to talk to someone, but I have like 600+ asks in my inbox, and I don't have that much free time right now. But if you want to, you can always send me a private message, and I will try to get back to you as soon as I can! 😊 //

Thank you!! I completely understand!! I’ll do here and use this emoji ❤️‍🩹 The only think I ask… don’t post my ask!! I don’t want people call me crazy or delulu

❤️‍🩹

As you wish! I obviously won't post your ask if you don't want me to! 😊

#majaloveschris #cevans-love #❤️‍🩹 anon

[deepdarkdelights]

so exited for the next part of the predator universe! and the little yoongi x mc part in the sneak peek 🫠💖

-❤️‍🩹

Yes! There are so many scenes that I want to write but just not enough time! Hopefully my semester will end soon and I can get back to writing. Grad school really is so difficult - I hope you all don't think I'm abandoning you 💜

#asks #my anons #❤️‍🩹 anon #predator universe

[merakiui]

Much apologies, it seems my luck has infected you, I'll be taking that back. May your pathetic husband come home

May I be ❤️‍🩹 Anon even after this transgression 😔

It's okay, dearest anon!!!!! (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ it's not your fault. My luck has always been rather poor and as of late I've been strangely lucky. ^^;;; the natural balance of the world has been restored with this tsum Azul madness. OTL

He came home after 200 😀 very exhausting 😀 very crazy 😀 summons 😀 but it's actually not so terrible because the journey granted me dorm Vil, dorm Kalim, dorm Leona, and dorm Ortho. I would have enjoyed finally getting dorm Jade, but it was not meant to be (yet). One day he'll come home...............

That aside, I now have my pathetic ex-husband in my arms!! :D you can absolutely be ❤️‍🩹 anon, but please know I give your bandaged heart a kiss to soothe it. ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

#twisted chit chat #❤️‍🩹 anon

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Can you imagine jack rubbing your clit through your panties while you’re still asleep (you both have made it clear that you’re okay with that type of thing) so he starts rubbing your clit in your sleep and you start moaning and babbling “jaaack” repeatedly without waking up because your brain thinks you’re just dreaming (He is so honored that your brain only dreams about fucking him because we don’t choose our dreams so you could basically dream about fucking whoever your brain wants, but even in your sleep your brain thinks about only him, not only are you so in love but no one can fuck you as good as him, so you don’t need anyone else). You cum while still sleeping and he’s in awe of how you can cum in your sleep, your panties got soaked and your milky cum permeated through them. He is in a trance of how beautiful and sexy and cute you look moaning/cumming in your sleep. He sees how your sleeping face gets even more relaxed after cumming and how your mouth starts to curve forming a small smile, all of this happens with you still being asleep.

Minutes later (with him having stared at your face for all those minutes like a love-drunk fool while palming his dick through his boxers) you wake up, of course you can feel how your pussy is so wet and warm and you realize that you were ‘dreaming about having sex’.. You then turn your head to the left and see jack staring at you and smiling like a cocky and smug man. You realize he was actually playing with your pussy and it wasn’t a dream, your vag is obviously so aroused and wet and opened and ready for him and you just tell him “Fuck me jackman, I need you inside of me”. He chuckles and tells you “Aw, is my princess horny? I was just about to go back to sleep, I’m sorry”. You obviously are pissed with his games and tell him “Well, don’t start shit if you aren’t gonna do anything” so you just close your eyes with the intention of going back to sleep.

He waits like 2 minutes until he is sure you’ve fallen back asleep and he carefully takes your panties down to not wake you up, he slowly enters you with his dick and a sudden, intense, loud moan comes out from you. A second later you open your eyes and tell him “Fuck you” — he’s just so smug about it and laughs and says “You love how I fuck you though” while he’s going in and out of you and quickening his pace, your eyes roll back in that moment and you have no choice but to let out an exasperated “Fuck me harder jack”. His index finger then comes down to aggressively rub at your clit and he starts going harder at fucking you like you asked while also moving his head down to kiss you. You finally cum while he calls you “My pretty angel” and seconds later he catches up and cums himself while you’re telling him how he’s the sexiest man alive. You both are so in love and down bad for sure.

Not only that but he also makes you feel so loved because you can easily notice how you are not only the sexiest woman to him but also how he wants you in not only a purely-physical way but also thinks you’re the sweetest most-lovable woman and the person he cares about most in the whole world. You’re glad he makes you feel so sexy and loved because with your exes you weren’t made to feel as sexy as you do with jack (and that makes you guys have a super healthy relationship where you feel wanted and never wonder if jack would rather fuck someone else, he’s just so unbelievably attracted to you and drawn to you) and as though the sex was more than just a carnal experience, but with jack it is a whole spiritual experience though. You hope to one day have all the babies with him. The end.

❤️‍🩹

#❤️‍🩹 anon

[kaeyx]

After months of talking with Camboy!Dazai, you finally get to be on his stream while he teases you for hours.

He opens the stream as he always does, than starts to introduce you tied up right behind him. Soon after he starts to play with himself and tease both you and the viewers. When he finally gets around to fucking you hes going to edge you for hours, constantly asking chat things like “should I go slower and tease my darling more?”.

The best part is when you look at the chat talking while dazai stops for a moment and the chat is jealous of your position right now.

- ❤️‍🩹

Ooooh absolutely, he does polls for everything he's going to do! What toys should he use, the pace, where he should touch you, etc. He's so very mean to you and himself, a massive tease because he knows this is such a special opportunity. And if he makes it extra good, you could even be a returning guest!

#dazai.bsd #camboy!dazai #❤️‍🩹 anon