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creativesaturn · 2 months

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Could you write something fun about Reid dating a Master/PhD student and everyone is like “how could you???” making jokes about how he is the weird teacher that goes out with his students.

She is not his student, she doesn’t even go to the same college he teaches.

Summary: Spencer's new girlfriend happens to be a student, raising questions and laughs from the team members.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: None but lmk!

Word count: 645

a/n: I hope this is okay!🫶 also, if you're wondering why I only include three members.. I'd be lying if I said I was only on season 10 of criminal minds and I don't know any of the characteristics of anyone else.....

"I'm not sure, this guy's got a real temper." JJ commented as she read through the case file, her eyes darting from words to the pictures.

Spencer looked up for a split second to look at JJ, but when he did he got a glimpse of a familiar face through the blinds. You were looking around, confusion written on your face as you looked for, what he safely assumed, was himself. His eyebrows furrowed and suddenly everyone's words were going in one ear, and out the other.

"Uh, give me five minutes." He announced to the table, everyone staring at him in confusion as he got up and walked out the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he approached you. You had your hands in front of you that held onto a brown paper bag, a smile on your face.

"You forgot your lunch!" You quickly frowned, holding the bag up in front of you.

"You're supposed to be studying." He stated, bringing a hand up to rub your forearm.

You groaned in response, "I need a break, Spence! I've been studying all day." You whined, throwing your head back.

He moved his hand to the back of your head to bring your face back to his.

"Exams are coming up, y/n." He sighed, "I'm sure you'll do great, but you really need to study." He added, grabbing onto the bag with his other hand.

You rolled your eyes, moving your head to the side only to catch eye contact with every member staring at the both of you. You laughed, amused, but not surprised everyone was being nosey.

He followed your eyes to everyone staring, as he looked back he brought his hand down from your head with a tight lipped smile.

"Fine, I'll go study." You sighed in defeat, placing a hand on his shoulder. He subconsciously aimed his head down, giving you access to his forehead to place a soft kiss.

"Bye, Spence." You smiled, turning around and making your way out the bullpen.

"Study." He called out, causing you to laugh as you walked out the glass doors.

He placed the paper bag on his desk on his way to the round table. The moment he stepped foot inside, everyone watched his with wide eyes.

He hadn't taken in account that when he left, he left the door open as well. Meaning they could've easily heard the conversation without needing to get up and move closer.

"Study? Is she some sort of student? She looked pretty young." JJ asked, being the first to raise suspicion.

When she spoke, everyone else looked at her and nodded in agreement.

"Uhm, sorta. I mean yeah, she's a student.." He answered, sort of mumbled as he took his seat.

"Wow, Spence. I didn't take you for the student, teacher type of guy." Emily teased, amused laced in her tone.

"What are you--?" Spencer attempted to ask, considering you weren't his student, he didn't think it mattered. But his words were cut short from Rossi butting in.

"How could you, Spencer Reid, be comfortable with that?" Rossi asked, genuinely curious, Spencer could tell by the way he narrowed his eyes and leaned closer.

"It's not that weird?" His brows furrowed, and it wasn't. It wasn't weird at all, you met how anyone would meet Spencer. He didn't see how you, being a student was relevant.

"So, you're just the teacher that goes out with his students now?" JJ went on, raising a brow at Spencer, and a look on her face that said, 'Did you think about that?' without words.

"She's not even--" But before Spencer could defend himself, Emily finally decided that they were getting too off track and needed to focus. Which annoyed Spencer, he's being accused of something that wasn't true and now, had no time to defend himself.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

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synvil · 2 months

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unknown girlfriend // spencer reid

a/n : it’s been so long since I’ve been on tumblr, I’m forgetting how everything works.

synopsis : spencer has a secret girlfriend, that the others don’t know about, until she shows up at their door.

“WHEELS UP in 30.”

Hearing the familiar phrase that indicates their leave, Spencer gets up from the round table and lets out a sigh, making his way over to his desk.

Emily, Morgan and JJ follow after, and smile in amusement at their residential genius. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?”

“Nothing. Why?”

Spencer furrows his brows as the three members surround his desk curiously, while JJ shrugs. “We just noticed you’ve been a bit different lately.”

“What do you mean?”

Emily smirks as she leans against the edge of his desk and tilts her head. “Well, let’s see. First, it’s the inconsistent timing of your arrival into the office.” She begins, and Spencer clears his throat. “There’s been construction on my road lately, guess it’s hard to make it here on time.” He defends and Derek chuckles.

“Okay, then what about your constant texting and smiling at your phone all the time?” Derek grins, bringing his coffee to his lips as Spencer huffs. “I’ve been looking into facilities appropriate for my mom and found some really nice ones recently.”

Unconvinced, JJ then adds, “you’ve been in such a rush to get back to your desk and phone, and in a rush to get off the plane first thing when we come back from a case, first one to head home,” she continues and Spencer stammers at her words. “I’m just really excited to get back into my apartment is all.”

“Look, all we’re saying is, it seems you have a little pep in your step~” Derek gives a little shoulder dance as Emily and JJ giggle. “Come on, Spence, we’re just teasing. But based on all of that, I’d say you have a little girlfriend as of late. When can we meet her?”

“Profiling me, I see..” Spencer mumbles as he leans down in his chair, making the three smile while Derek ruffles his hair. “Hey, we’re happy for you anyways. Proud of you, kid.” Derek smirks as Emily laughs, getting up from Spencer’s desk and looks to the door instinctively.

“Oh? Who’s that?”

The laughter ceases as the four agents look to the door, seeing a young woman, holding a cup of coffee in her hands, and talking with Anderson.

Spencer’s eyes widen when he sees her and a smile unknowingly forms on his lips as he quickly gets up.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Dr. Reid?” You ask softly and Anderson smiles kindly and turns over to the bullpen just as Spencer starts walking over.

“Oh- he’s on his way.” Anderson chuckles and you smile gratefully, nodding. “Thank you.”

Anderson nods in return and walks away, just as Spencer wraps his arms around you tightly, giving you a quick spin out of excitement.

Unable to contain the giggle that escapes your voice, you carefully hold the cup. “Careful, baby, I’m gonna spill-“ Spencer brightens his smile as he sets you down and looks at your hands. “You didn’t-“

“Yep!~” You cheerily hand over the cup and wink playfully at him. “The usual, just how you like it. I figured you could use it.”

Accepting the drink with gratitude, Spencer presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you so much, darling.”

“Of course, honey.” Your soft voice reaches his ears as his heart warms as much as his hands does when he holds the coffee.

“So, looks like we were right.”

Spencer offers a weaker, sheepish smile towards his coworkers as you spin around to see the owner of the voice, meeting three new people in front of you.

“Oh- hi. I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to drop off Spencer’s coffee.” You explain and Emily shakes her head. “It’s no problem. We’re happy to meet the person who’s been making our resident genius so happy~” she teases, making you smile in embarrassment.

“I’m Derek, this is JJ and Emily.” Derek introduces kindly, extending his hand out and you shake it firmly, smiling confidently as you shake the women’s hands.

“Nice to meet you. I’m [Name].”

Spencer presses a gentle hand to your back and smiles warmly. “Guys, this is my girlfriend.” His eyes seem to brighten the more he stares at you, and the others make sure to notice how loved he looks.

“How long have you two been together?” JJ grins, happy to see her best friend so in love.

“About a few months so far.. we’ve met and known each other for a while though.” You answer, taking a glance at your watch. “Speaking of time, I have to get going to the office.”

“Oh, where do you work?” Emily hums and you turn to her. “I’m a pediatrician. I work at the local clinic for adolescents.” You then turn to Spencer and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Good luck on the case, I’ll text you when I get to work.” You turn the other three and wave kindly. “Nice to meet you all again!”

Your eyes then meet with two other men by a railing in the farther side of the room and you nod in acknowledgment, offering a small smile. “I’ll see you later!”

Spencer waves goodbye and watches as you walk back to the elevator before his eyes drift to his coffee.

Derek places a hand on his shoulder and grins. “My man.”

“She’s pretty, and works with kids.” JJ whistles and Emily laughs. “We should set up a proper meeting with her and the rest of the team soon.”

Spencer only smiles warmly and looks in the direction of the elevator. “Yeah..”

a/n: Spencer would totally call you “darling, sweetheart” and all these domestic terms and I’m here for it. I love him.

Synvil™️ do not copy my work.

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mrdrwrites · 3 months

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: Oliver is upset because something happened at uni so seeks you for comfort. later in the night things get heated

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, fluff that turns to smut, sub!Oliver dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, 69, pussy eating, praise, ma’am kink, orgasm denial

WC: 2k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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‘Oliver honey i’m home,’ i yell into the seemingly empty house, ‘Oliver?’

i make my way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. i hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.

‘Oliver baby, are you okay?’ i can’t see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on our sofa tell me he is under there.

i sit next to him and slowly move my hand to take the blanket off of him.

‘go away please y/n,’ his voice is low, broken, i don’t like it at all.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ i ask, hand still on the blanket.

he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move i pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, my Oliver, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke my heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. My sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his Hiscobalt blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.

‘what is wrong Oliver?’ i ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.

‘it’s nothin’ i’m bein’ silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.

‘Oliver, it’s okay,’ i assure him, cupping his face in my hands, ‘you can tell me.’

‘at uni,’ his voice breaks, ‘i was tryin’ to get to class an’ someone tripped me. im okay but my glasses broke.’

‘awh, baby,’ my hand moves to his hair, ‘it’s okay, we can get you some new ones.’

he finally looks at me. his face is tear stained and it breaks my heart a little.

‘really?’ he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, ‘you think so?’ my heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of me.

‘of course, we can book an appointment at the opticians tomorrow, how’s that sound?’ he gives me a weak smile, eyes still glassy.

‘okay,’ he leans forward and gives me a big hug, ‘thank you y/n,’ he speaks into my hair.

he pulls back and i give him a kiss on the lips.

‘i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.

‘don’t. it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know this,’ i assure him.

‘thank you y/n,’ he mumbles, ‘for everything.’

‘don’t thank me silly,’ i get up, and go into the kitchen.

i unpack all the shopping and find Oliver asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.

i walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, ‘Oliver baby, wake up.’

he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, ‘im awake.’

‘you coming to bed?’ i ask.

‘mhm, you coming too?’ he replies, eyes shining in the light.

‘of course,’ i smile down at him.

i go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Oliver comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him so he is spooning me.

‘goodnight my love,’ he whispers into my neck.

‘goodnight,’ i sigh contently.

an hour or two must pass before i’m awoken, Oliver is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against my neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of my ass, his dick hard. he’s having a wet dream. little whines are coming from his parted lips. i open my legs a little, moving so his dick is between my thighs. i close them slowly, clenching slightly. he’s still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling me closer to his chest. he’s fucking my thighs at a good pace, whimpering into my neck, still sleeping. i move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between my thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against my hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping my thighs like a deprived animal. i smirk to myself. i can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, i move my hand and open my legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. i wonder what he is dreaming about.

‘Oliver,’ i drag my hand up his arm that is tight around my waist, ‘Oliver baby wake up,’ i push my ass against him.

he jolts awake, pulling away from me ever so slightly.

‘Oliver?’ i question into the darkness.

‘mhm,’ he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.

‘you horny?’ i know he gets shy when i’m vulgar.

‘shh,’ he scolds, knew it.

‘want me to take care of you baby,’ the hand on his arm reaches between my legs to stroke his dick.

he winces, ‘please.’

my hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of our bed. i sit up and turn to look at Oliver, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.

‘lay on your back for me,’ i pull the blanket off the both of us.

he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.

‘good boy,’ my hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.

when i get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.

i tut, ‘that how much you need me?’ i give his right thigh a light slap.

his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.

‘yeah, just please,’ he whines, bucking his hips up again, ‘touch me.’

‘beg,’ i state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.

his eyes meet mine, then rake down my body. they falter slightly at the sight of my hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at my increasingly soaking pussy.

‘Oliver,’ i warn, ‘my eyes are up here.’

his eyes shoot to my own, cock throbbing a little.

‘beg.’ i say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before i touch him.

‘please y/n, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy. just touch me,’ he shudders when my palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.

‘such a good boy, Oliver,’ i praise, finally wrapping my hand around his cock.

he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when i begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, i know this. i dont give him it though, i want him to be a writhing mess by the time im finished with him. he moves his hips up when i get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so i take my hand away.

his eyes shoot open, ‘why did you stop?’ his cock pulses once again.

‘you get what i give you. don’t take more. do you understand?’ i look expectantly at him.

he nods, ‘i understand.’

‘so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i’m touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can’t?’ i’m teasing him.

‘no ma’am, you’re more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,’ a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.

i take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.

i wrap my hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than i was before. i pick up my pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when i can feel him tighten under me, knowing he is about to cum.

i bring my hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, ‘we’re going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?’

he nods, ‘yes y/n, i can do it.’

‘good boy,’ i praise, ‘let’s get started then, start slow.’

his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, i watch him making sure his pace doesn’t slow down nor quicken.

after a few moments i speak up, ‘a little faster baby,’ he obeys.

the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.

‘go as fast as you can sweetheart,’ his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.

i see his orgasm approaching, ‘stop,’ i tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.

‘you’re doing so well baby. you’re listening so good,’ he’s panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.

he gets calmed down again, ‘start fast baby,’ he does so.

his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.

‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?’ i ask, a plan formulated in my head.

he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down so he is going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. i lean over and take the top of him in my mouth.

he hisses, ‘fuck y/n. i’m going to cum.’

i pull my mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.

‘i’m going to suck your cock, you’re going to eat my pussy. is that understood?’ i plant my dripping pussy right over his face.

‘yes ma’am,’ he replies obediently and i lower myself onto him.

he licks and sucks on my clit like a starved man, i grind myself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in my mouth. i take him into my mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat but i don’t scold him. with the way he is devouring my pussy i don’t want to stop him. he moans against my clit, hands on my hips, digging into them. he’s holding me down, almost as if he didn’t id pull away. i’m still working on his cock when i cum on his tongue, a moan escapes my lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he’s still sucking and licking on my pussy, sending me into overdrive. i take him deep in my mouth one more time before his nails dig into my hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into my mouth. i swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.

‘you did so good baby,’ i say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into my hips and his mouth is still working on my pussy.

‘Oliver, let go or i’ll make you cum another three times,’ i warn.

he lets out a groan and lets me get off of his face. it’s all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes me chuckle.

‘you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side.

‘you look slimy,’ i crinkle my nose.

he laughs but pulls me down into him, kissing me.

i can taste myself on him and i’d be surprised if he couldn’t taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing me like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

‘thank you for taking care of my y/n,’ he gives me another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in our bathroom.

i follow him a moment later to brush my teeth. we don’t speak til we are back in bed, facing each other.

‘you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,’ he moves a strand of hair out of my face, ‘i love you so much.’

‘i love you too,’ i move closer and give him a long kiss, ‘goodnight baby.’

i turn around and turn the lamp off, Oliver moves closer to me and we fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.

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THANK YOU @lovandr FOR HELPING ME WRITE THE FIRST SECTION AND ALSO BEING THE PERSON WHO READS ALL MY STUFF BEFORE I POST. I LOVE YOU 😚😚

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miredball · 8 months

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#im not joking #among other things they are the same #in a way where they’re actually opposite #what both got them to the bear was that something DIED #syds photos are just of her alone because she’s an only child #but carmys isn’t ever just him…like his mother is literally at the center….#OF COURSE sydney writes in a journal and carmy draws. She can’t stop talking and hes always seeing things!!!!!!#there’s more TBC #sydcarmy #the bear

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kylejsugarman · 9 months

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i actually unironically love the physical fights that walt and jesse get into on the show because they are so realistically stupid and ineffective. their verbal arguments can really sting because they both know which buttons to push, what kind of insults to fling once they know each other better, but their physical fights remain laughably pathetic until the very end. neither walt nor jesse are particularly strong or skilled, so it always devolves into kicking and slapping and throwing things and fucking biting each other like cats who have to live together and spend all day throwing each other into walls. they fight like preteen siblings, like brothers who have no outlet for their rage and frustration with each other and thus have to wrestle and throttle each other when their feelings boil over. and of course nothing is EVER resolved by their fights because when has a conflict ever been resolved by throwing cash at each other or wrestling in a meth lab?? but it feels so realistic and true that two emotionally compromised, devastatingly angry, extremely different men who are forced to work together at the fucking. Job of all time would lose their shit from time to time and go at each other like 11 year olds at a skate park

#syd squeaks #(sees gif of jesse trying to bite walt's thumb when its in his mouth) now THIS is writing #breaking bad #walter white #jesse pinkman

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springtyme · 7 months

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Hi, I'm so excited your requests are open! I love the way you describe scenes, you take the reader around the full area to understand how the setting affects the emotions of the story so beautifully (thinking of your Simon piece, Homeward Bound, especially).

I'd like to put in a request for Sydney Adamu x reader (gn afab is fine!), something very tender and intimate. I'm imagining an established relationship that's still very new, like maybe they're sharing a night routine for the first time, or on a date at a garden/museum?

Craving something v sweet with a bit of "healthy tension" lol, maybe a little soft smut if you are up to it! Thank you so much for sharing your work, if you don't feel like writing this no worries!

𝐀 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡

Thank you so much dear! I love scene setting so hearing that you enjoy it makes me so happy! <3 I had so much fun with this Syd piece (seriously, I love her so much!) so thank you so much for this request, I hope you like it :)

Sydney Adamu x afab!Reader || Masterlist || Sydney playlist

summary: You and Syd are about to spend your first weekend together. Dinner is being eaten and so is something else.

word count: 3.7k

warnigs: Smut! (18+, mdni!) Food. Fluffy smut, cunnilingus/face-riding, vaginal fingering, nipple play/sucking. Reader is afab but there is used no gendering terms. I'm sorry if there is mistakes or anything seems rushed, I wrote this in one sitting and I haven't had time to proofread yet.

As you step onto the crowded L train, the familiar sounds of the city surround you. The rumbling of the train, the chatter of fellow passengers, and the occasional screech of brakes fill the air. You find a seat by the window, your packed weekend bag in your lap as you gaze out at the passing cityscape with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

The weekend ahead holds something special for you – it is the first time you’ll be spending it entirely with Syd, just the two of you. Sydney finally has a whole weekend without any restaurant related obligations which just happens to align with the week her father is out of town and as the train glides through the city, you can’t help but think about how happy you are to have her in your life.

The two of you had met on a cold afternoon in late February. Little frost crystals had formed at the outside of the windows of the little café you were seated inside of. You had come there to get some work done, your small studio apartment didn’t really allow your creativity to flow and you had hoped that a change in scenery would help you, but without any luck. You had instead ended up staring out of the window at the freezing Chicago. Your laptop closed shut as you sat inside the little warm cocoon that was Kasama, feeling small and alone as you looked out on the outside world of Chicago. You had, at some point, looked up and there she was, Sydney, seated at the other side of the café already looking at you. That’s how it all had started. The two of you had started talking, which then had led to Syd inviting you to join her on a culinary journey across Chicago after she told you that her friend and business partner wouldn’t be able to join her, which otherwise had been the plan.

You can’t help but smile as you think back on that day and as the train nears your destination, your smile only grows wider. You walk the short distance to Sydney’s apartment building, your heart beating a little faster with each step. You just can’t wait to see her, she has, in the short amount of time you have known her, become very special to you.

You press the buzzer, hearing the faint sound of Sydney’s voice through the intercom. “Come on up,” she says, her voice filled with warmth and excitement. With a smile on your face, you step into the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation. As the elevator doors open on Sydney’s floor, you take a moment to compose yourself. You want everything to be perfect, to show her just how much this weekend means to you. You knock on the door, and when it swings open, you’re greeted by Sydney, clad in a comfy sweater, looking gorgeous as always.

“Hi,” she greets you, her eyes sparkling with joy and a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

In that moment, all your worries and nerves melt away. You step into the apartment, right into Syd’s outstretched arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease fall over you.

“Hi,” you answer her, enjoying the feeling of her arms around you, as she hugs you tightly. You tow off your shoes and shed your coat which Sydney takes from you to hang up for you before taking your hand in hers, leading you into the apartment.

As you find yourself in the kitchen, Syd kindly takes your bag, and tells you to sit down while she puts your bag into her bedroom. The warm, inviting aroma of simmering spices fills your nostrils and you can’t help but smile at Sydney’s culinary prowess. The soft glow of the day’s last sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a comforting glow upon the apartment, adorning everything with a soft golden hue.

“Whatcha cookin’?” You ask, loud enough for her to hear in the other room.

“Butternut squash soup with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg as an appetizer. And for the main course, we’re having rosemary roasted chicken with a maple glaze and caramelized Brussels sprouts.”

“Wow, that sounds amazing, smells delicious too. Are you sure you don’t need any help?” You ask from your seat at the kitchen island.

“Nah, I’m good, and I’m almost done anyway, I’ve wanted to try this recipe out anyway,” she tells you, like cooking the enormous amount of food was nothing. “You can help with the dishes after though,” she adds with a cheeky smile on her face as she reenters the kitchen.

“Well, that, I surely can. I might also just be more in the way than any help with the food,” you say with a light laugh.

It’s not that you’re bad in a kitchen, but you are nowhere near Sydney’s level and even though a part of you feels incredibly guilty for not helping you can’t deny how much you love watching her work. Completely in her element. So you let her do her thing and stay put . Nimble fingers dancing across the pots and pans, her brows knitted with focus as she begins to compose the meal, orchestrating a symphony of flavors. “No, you wouldn’t be in the way, that’s not what I meant, I just want to cook for you… It’s like the thing I know how to do, and…” she trails off for a second, eyes staring down at the food before continuing. “I love cooking for the people that are special to me, I guess you could say that it is my ‘love language’ or whatever.”

She does air quotes at ‘love language, but you can’t help but smile at her words. You feel incredibly lucky as you watch her work her culinary magic, especially after what she just said. The way she moves with such grace and confidence in the kitchen is truly mesmerizing. As the mouthwatering aroma of the cooking food fills the room, you find yourself captivated by her artistry, her words really tugging at your heartstrings.

You understand her desire to cook for you, to express her love through her culinary creations. You reach out and gently take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I know,” you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and appreciation. “It’s one of the things I admire the most about you, you know… It’s not just about the food, it is about the care and thought you put into it. It really is something special Syd. The way you care… It’s really admirable.”

Her eyes soften, a small smile playing on her lips. “You know what?” she says, her voice filled with gratitude. “Having someone to cook for means the world to me. So, thank you for wanting to eat my food, just having you sit there is actually a great help, it helps remind me why I love cooking.” She lets out with a warm laugh, but the sincerity of her words aren’t lost in the slightest by it.

So you stay put. The sizzle of vegetables hitting the hot oil and the occasional clatter of utensils against the countertops create a rhythmic melody that fills the room. And so, you continue to sit at the kitchen island, watching Sydney work her culinary magic.

You watch as she gracefully garnishes the soup with a sprinkle of fresh herbs, roasted pumpkin seeds and pieces of finely sliced chili, transforming the dish into a culinary masterpiece. The delicious smell of the dish wafts through the air, teasing your senses and making your mouth water in anticipation.

Finally, Sydney places a steaming bowl of soup in front of you. The vibrant colors and rich aroma enticing you.“Well, bon appétit,” she says, during a little hand gesture towards the bowl, an almost shy smile on her lips but her eyes gleam with excitement as she sits down at the other side of the table with a bowl of her own.

As you take your first spoonful, the velvety texture and warm spices dance on your tongue, filling you with a comforting sensation. You savor each bite, cherishing the meal Syd has cooked with so much care and love.

The two of you eat and talk and laugh and after the meal you do the dishes together, the jokes and banter flow freely, and occasionally a blob of soap sud will playfully be flickered at the other, turning the usually so mundane task into a delightful ordeal, the clinking of dishes becomes the applause for your comedic genius.

With the dishes done and the kitchen cleaned up, you both find yourselves in the cozy living room, contemplating what to do next. Sydney suggests watching a movie, and the idea immediately sparks your interest.

“Sounds good,” you say, a smile forming on your lips. “Anything in mind?”

Sydney thinks for a moment, her eyes scanning the shelves of DVDs. She has told you about her father’s love of physical media, which has led to a sumptuous collection of movies, music and books filling out multiple floor to ceiling shelves of the apartment. “How about a rom com? I could do with something light and heartwarming.”

You nod in agreement, appreciating the idea of a feel-good movie to complement the warmth and happiness you already feel being in Sydney’s presence. Together, you browse through the collection, but you don’t really find anything that peaks any of your interests. Finally she turns to you when it is clear between you that maybe a movie wasn’t the right call after all, something about the idea of having to look at a screen instead of each other suddenly feeling immensely silly to both of you.

“We could also just sit for a little while,” she says, a lovesick gleam in her eyes.

You smile at the suggestion and feel your heart flutter at the adoration in her eyes. The idea of simply enjoying each other’s company without any distractions sounds perfect. “I like that idea,” you reply, your voice filled with affection.

She redirects her attention from movies to the record collection, pulling one out from the shelves. Shedding the vinyl from its sleeve before delicately lifting the lid of the beautiful vintage record player. Placing the album onto the turntable, handling it with utmost care, gently lowering the needle onto the vinyl. The smooth sound of the Delfonics filling the room, as they start to croon for you.

You settle onto the soft couch, leaning against each other as you both take a moment to soak in the tranquility of the room. With the sun now fully set the only source of light in the room comes from a single table lamp and the candles which Syd had deliberately lit for the two of you, their warm glow casts flickering shadows across the walls, creating an ambiance of cozy intimacy.

You lean your head on Sydney’s shoulder, feeling the warmth and security of her presence as your body’s intertwine. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with a deep sense of understanding and acceptance. As you sit there, Sydney’s hand finds its way into yours, your fingers lacing together. The gentle touch sends a wave of comfort and contentment through your body, and you can’t help but feel grateful.

Without needing words, you understand each other’s thoughts and emotions, and it feels like time stands still. In this moment, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of love and tranquility. It’s as if nothing else matters except for the connection you share and the giddy happiness that comes with new love.

“God, I’m so glad Carmy was being a little bitch and ditched me that day at Kasama,” Syd lets out a breathy giggles, shaking her head gently as she finally breaks the silence.

You lift your head, your eyes finding hers. “Me too,” you say, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah?” She grins down at you.

“Yeah,” you nod, a grin of your own now plastered on your face.

In fact the word ‘glad’ doesn’t even come close to how you feel about it, the word seems way too weak to hold all the feelings you have on the topic. Grateful, ecstatic, completely and utterly over the fucking moon, those are words that might be a little closer to describe how you actually feel about it. But you don’t say that, not yet. It’s not that long since that fateful afternoon when you and Syd had first met, and even less time has passed since the two of you got your shit together and actually confessed your feelings towards each other. One day, you’ll tell her just how incredibly happy you are that Carmen decided to be ‘a little bitch’, to use her own words, which led to you and Syd meeting.

“You think Hallmark sells ‘thank you for being such a little bitch’ cards?” Syd giggles. You know that, despite her choice of words, she actually cares a lot about Carmy. Her and her coworkers are basically family, maybe sometimes a bit dysfunctional, but nonetheless one that does care deeply for one another. Syd had, apparently, stabbed Richie in the ass one time, which they seem to have reconciled nicely from, and somehow only has made Syd all the more attractive to you.

“I don’t think so, but I can get you some paper and crayons if you wanna get crafty,”

Her warm, affectionate laughter fills the room while ‘If I ever saw a girl that I needed in this world you are the one for me’ is sung from the speakers and you can’t do anything but agree with the statement. You snuggle a little closer into her and she does the same. The two of you have become completely entangled by now.

“I love moments like these,” she whispers, her voice filled with affection.

“Yeah, me too,” you reply with a soft sigh.

She dips her head down as you lean up, and your lips meet. What starts out as a slow and gentle kiss soon turns more heated. The two of you move in sync, changing the position on the couch, with Syd now lying beneath you, her back pressed down into the soft cushions, with you hovering over her, maintaining the kiss without breaking it even once. And you continue until your lungs are burning and you have to stop to catch your breath again. The both of you panting heavily as you break apart but you don’t take long before you again plant your lips on her, this time kissing down her jaw and neck. You feel how she squirms under you, little muffled whines escaping from her closed lips as she grows more desperate for you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper into her skin, your voice filled with admiration. You lift your head again, your eyes finding hers . “Can.. Can I take these off?” Your voice laced with a little shyness as you ask her, your fingers ghost over the hem of her pants. But your shyness disappears when she nods with eagerness, pulling off her sweater as you start to undo her pants which she is quick to kick off, leaving her in only her panties and bra. You take a second to take in the view of her all spread out on the couch for you and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have met her, let alone that she reciprocates your feelings.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you sigh with admiration, dipping your head down again, this time planting a trail of kisses down from her collarbone towards the vale between her breasts, continuing down her stomach until you get to the band of her underwear.

“You want me to take these off too?” you ask, looking up at her, through heavy lids, your heart beating loudly in your ears. You and Syd have been taking things slow, the two of you never have been this intimate before, but it feels so right in the moment and the sweet sounds she is making for you only makes your need to taste her even greater. Your eyes lock, she moves her hand down towards you, sweetly cupping your cheek, stroking the pad of her thumb gently over your cheekbone before nodding. “Please, do,” she almost pleads.

You keep eye contact as you get into a better position. Your fingers tug at her panties as you start to slowly glide them down her legs. As the garment has left her body, Sydney spreads her legs wider for you, offering you a better view of herself, her pussy already dripping from eagerness.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you purr before lowering your head, kissing up her thighs until you reach her glistening cunt. Burying your face between her legs you flatten your tongue against her entrance, sliding your tongue through her wet folds, a warm shiver running through you as you taste her for the first time. You hum into her, loving the way she tastes and feels against your tongue, lapping into her, flicking your tongue against her clit, making her whine out with pleasure which just makes you even more eager to hear more from her.

“Fuck, right there! Right, fucking, there…” she pants out as you work your tongue a little harder against her.

She bucks her hips upwards, gently pressing her mound against your face. This makes you hum into her pussy again as you feel a warm rush run down your spine by the firm feeling of her against your mouth, which makes her let out a breathy moan from the vibration. Your hands find her hips. Tender fingers, softly digging into her skin as you help her find a rhythm as she starts to gently grind into your mouth.

Her moans grow louder and higher in pitch, which only makes you move your tongue with even more determination and her body starts to tremble. You move your lips, beginning to slowly suck at her clit as she comes closer and closer to her release. You let your thumb take over the work on her sensitive clit, circling it gently as you start to lick into her again.

“I-I’m… I’m so close,” she whines out, making you hum into her again, letting her know that you don’t have any intention to stop. You feel how her walls tighten around your tongue, as she starts to cry out in pleasure, sensing how her muscles relax as she starts to come undone on your tongue. You keep going, keep lapping into her, keep fucking her with your tongue as she rides out her climax, and you have never tasted anything sweeter.

You finally detach your mouth from her entrance, your chin and lips glistening with a mix of her arousal and your own saliva, your eyes blown wide, feeling light, almost drunk from her juices.

“Come here,” Syd whispers, her pupils dilated, making her already dark eyes look like two glistening forest lakes at night. She is so beautiful, you almost can’t take it. A sweet, gleeful smile on her face as she pulls you up to her again, pulling you into a sweet kiss, the taste of her still on your lips.

Her hands sneak under your shirt, palming your warm skin underneath before pushing the cotton up your body, prompting you to shred the garment like she had with hers just before. You break the kiss, only for long enough so that you can pull it over your head, flinging it on the ground before connecting your lips again. Her hands find your exposed chest, gently kneading at the soft skin before she ends the kiss, moving her head down, taking your right nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before starting to gently suck it into her mouth. Her hand starts playing with your left nipple.

You let out a series of soft moans as she works so tenderly on your tits. She lets go of your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ before moving on to your left breast, taking the other into her mouth. Her now free right hand starts to travel down to your entrance, sneaking it into the hem of your pants and down your underwear.

She slowly slides a finger through your folds before beginning to tease your clit with slow firm circles. You gasp out from the sensation, your body feeling lighter and lighter. after a while she moves her hand, slowly gliding first one, then two, fingers inside of you, stating to slowly fuck you with her fingers. The wet squelching sound of her fingers pumping into you now rings in your ears.

She keeps going and when she curls her fingers at just the right angle you feel how the last string snaps, falling over the edge. Your eyes roll back in your skull and your toes curl as your climax washes over you in electric hot rushes. You tap her shoulder, making Syd release your nipple so she can kiss your lips instead. She kisses you through your climax, turning you into putty in her hands.

“That was nice…” She pants when the two of you finally brak apart, a lovesick smile on her face.

“Yeah… very nice,” you agree, wit a smile mirroring hers. “Should we go get cleaned up?”

“Yeah, we should, but let’s just stay here for a little while first,” she replies, a tired but blissful smile painting her lips.

So you do. You both lay there, breathing heavily, bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of the moment. The room is filled with a mix of warmth, desire, and a fulfilling sense of contentment. Time seems to stand still as you cherish the intimate connection you’ve just shared.

The world outside this moment seems distant and unimportant. All that matters is the warmth of Syd’s body against yours, the rhythm of your heartbeats synchronizing, and the blissful intimacy you’ve found in each other’s arms. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with unspoken words and a profound understanding of the depth of your connection.

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purposechef · 1 month

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syd & carm put off making their wedding cake until the night before the actual wedding.

#sydcarmy #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #domestic bliss #the bear fanart #illustration #my art #fanart #artists on tumblr #black and white #romance #storer just let me write season 4 if u dont want to #it will just be them baking this cake and making out

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beloved-moony · 2 years

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hi!! could i get regulus x halfblood!ravenclaw!reader who’s very impressive in potions and just how they fell in love (maybe w amortetia potions?)

A/N: Hi!! So sorry this took so long! I’ve had so much going on recently and just got over Covid for the 2nd time, but here it is! I’m making it 2 parts if that’s ok :).

Slug Club

Regulus x gn! halfblood! Ravenclaw! Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 800+

It came as no surprise that you were sorted into Ravenclaw your first year. Even through you were a half-blood, you excelled at magic far more than some of your peers. It was common for you to ace any test that came your way, and you constantly earned house points.

By 6th year, it was clear that potions was your strong suit. You were always the first to finish any potion, and you knew all of its ingredients by heart. As expected, Professor Slughorn was the first to notice your talents and persuade you join the infamous slug-club. This gave you the chance to mingle with other talented witches and wizards, as well as other unforeseen perks. By the time you reached 7th year, you had been to dozens of meetings.

It was nearing the end of December, and Slug-horn’s annual Christmas party was in the works. It was for members only, of course, and the potions teacher made everyone promise to be there this year. Invitations themselves were sent via owl post, just as they were the previous year.

Greetings, Mx l/n!

I’m pleased to again welcome you to this years Christmas party for slug club members! I’m delighted to announceI’ve added a few new faces to the club this year round, and can’t wait to see you all again this holiday season. As usual, it’ll be this Sunday evening around 6pm in my classroom. Continue to impress me with those great potion skills of yours!

Take care,

Professor Slug-horn

As you read over the letter, you couldn’t help but wonder who the new members were going to be. You hoped to be acquainted with them, nonetheless.

The weekend flew by faster than usual, and it was now Sunday morning. Thankfully, Hogwarts students were exempt from classes this weekend, as they always were. Rolling out of your bed, you yawned as your feet hit the cold wooden floors of the dormitory. As you made your way over to your closet, you decided to spend the day working on your potions essay for Professor Slug-Horns class.

Ever since you arrived at Hogwarts all those years ago, you took pride in every assignment there was, and usually had it done well in advance to its actual due date. This essay was no different. It wasn’t officially due till the mere end of January, yet you couldn’t help yourself to not start working on it as early as possible. It was very typical of you.

The essay topic itself centered around the idea of love potions, specifically Amortetia. It was an opinionated piece regarding around whether or not they should be kept banned by the ministry. You had chosen most of your sources weeks prior, and were halfway done with the assignment.

Glancing up at the clock in the corner of the dorm, you realized it was half past 5pm. You had to get going soon if you wanted to make the meeting on time.

You put on one of the nicer outfits you owned along with your complementary RavenClaw robes. You hadn’t needed to bring anything special to the meetings, so you’d left your school bag in your dorm.

You made it to the classroom with just minutes to spare. Thankfully it was closer to your side of the dorm, or else you would’ve been late. Opening the dark oak door, you smiled at your professor and the rest of the slug club members. It had been a while since you’d seen some of them.

“Y/N!” Professor SlugHorn greeted, stepping aside to let you through the doorway. “It’s very nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Professor.” You smiled back, making your way over to the round table that seated the rest of the members. Lily waved over to you from across the room, and you decided to take one of the empty seats next to her. As you took your seat, you made note of an unfamiliar face. The boy sat to your left, his eyes fixed on a small notepad in his hands. He had short black hair that framed his delicate face. You watched for a moment as his grey eyes scanned the pages. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

Your thoughts had been interrupted as the potions Professor chimed a glass at the front of the table.

“Now that we’re all here,” Professor SlugHorn announced, “I’d like to formally introduce our new members! Across from Mr. Potter, we have the exceptional Lucious Malfoy!” The blonde haired boy stood up with confidence as he flashed the potions teacher a smug grin. Malfoy took his seat again a few moments after the table had finished its applause.

“And next to Y/N,” SlugHorn continued, “we have Slytherin’s amazing seeker Regulus Black!” Regulus stood up timidly, almost as if to shy away from the attention. His small smile beamed across the room. As you laid your eyes on him once more, the butterflies began to spur in your stomach.

#harry potter #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black imagine #regulus black #harry potter imagine #James potter #Lilly Evans #lucius malfoy #slug club #regulus x gn! reader #syd’s writing #Remus Lupin #Sirius black #my writing #hp marauders #james potter #the maraunders map

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creativesaturn · 2 months

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Summary: Emily gets home from work and you can't think of a better way to help both of you.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Oral (emily receiving) , not much else but lmk if I should add anything!

Word count: 825

Emily walked through her apartment doors after a long case, setting her things down and smiling as she listened to your fast footsteps run to meet her.

"Em!" You smiled widely, running towards her. You wrapped your arms around her neck and brought her into a heated kiss.

She relaxed into the kiss, slowly pulling away with a smirk written on her face. "Hi, lovely."

"I missed you." You whispered, dragging a hand up her chest.

"Mhm.. I've missed you, too." She responded in the same low tone. She rested her hands on your hips and observed your body. You were wearing one of Emily's button up shirts that seemed to cover over your naked body beside the underwear underneath. Your hair is only slightly messy, and your face was red and sweaty as if you were running.

"I hope you're not dressed like this for anyone else." Emily smirked. You had a habit of yearning for Emily when she wasn't able to help you. You've always tried to help yourself, but it hardly ever worked.

"I waited all day for you, Em... You know it's not the same when I do it." You mumbled, nestling your head into the crook of her neck.

"So, you haven't finished yet?" Emily asked, placing light kissing on your cheek and cupping your ass in her hands.

You shook your head, beginning to place light kisses on her neck, leading to her ear. "I just wanna taste you." You pleaded.

"I know how stressed you are. Just wanna help you." You whined into her ear, letting your hands slide between your two bodies to untuck her shirt from her pants.

Emily let out a soft moan once she felt your cold hands snake up her shirt to her bra. "What would I do without you?" She laughed through her uneven breath.

A smile tugged at your lips as you softly retracted your hands from beneath her shirt.

You bit your bottom lip in a smile as you ran to your shared bedroom in a loud giggle.

Emily stayed behind with a chuckle and a smile as she removed her coat and began unbuttoning her shirt on her way to the room, pushing the door open to see you sitting on the edge of the bed.

She slid her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, walking to slide herself between your legs. "All mine, yeah?" She whispered, pressing her lips into yours.

"Mhm." You nodded, holding her face into yours before pulling away. "Lay down." You suggested, she nodded and moved to sit beside you, pushing herself deeper into the middle of the mattress.

You turned around and crawled between her legs, moving to her face to give her a light kiss before moving to her pants. Unzipping them and pulling them off her legs.

You picked her thighs up and gave them open mouth kisses before you reached the fabric of her underwear. You looked up at her through your eyelashes, watching her face as you pushed her underwear to the side.

You bit your bottom lip to the sight of her glistening cunt. You adjusted yourself slightly before licking a stripe through her folds, earning a gasp from Emily's mouth.

You smiled, proud of the sounds you received. You wrapped your lips around her throbbing clit, sucking lightly and moaning at the taste.

"Oh, so good..." Emily moaned, throwing her head back. "So good f'me..." She whined.

You moaned in response, teasing her entrance with your tongue before sliding it inside her gummy walls.

Emily's hand landed on the back of your head, grinding her hips deeper onto your tongue.

You attacked her cunt in an uncontrolled manner. The taste of her setting you on fire, your mind fogged with desire and the sounds of her moans only setting you off more.

Her grip on your hair tightened and you could feel her thighs tighten around your head, it almost hurt. But something about it was electrifying. Her body writhed and the moaning of your name told you she was going to cum soon.

Soon meaning at that very moment, your eyes shut as you felt her release onto your tongue. Continuing to eat her out to gather everything she gave you.

Her back arched as she quickly became overstimulated, "One more?" You pleaded as your mouth left wet kisses around her entrance.

She shook her head, "Mm-mm.. Too much." She groaned, pulling your head away by your hair.

You nodded, respecting her wishes. You brought your face to hers, staring at her bangs that stuck to her forehead and the way she breathed out her mouth to better catch her breath.

You placed a light kiss on the top of her nose to bring her back, her eyes fluttering open as a smile spread on her lips. The look of the bottom half of your face glistened from the moon light, granting a soft chuckle from her before she spoke.

"Your turn." She grinned, petting your hair with the same hand that pulled it.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

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synvil · 2 months

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so, can't stop thinking about SPENCER and how you'll absent-mindedly be trying on various outfits and showing them off to him to ask for his opinion, each one exposing more of your skin than usual, until you finally decide to pull him inside the changing room with you, so you doesn't have to keep walking out.

“What do you think of this, Spence?"

Immediately asking as soon as you tug up the thigh skirt up to your waist, the material paper thin and length so short, you could bend down just 45° and your ass will be on full display, showing your cute patterned pastel color panties.

The man doesn’t say a word as he tries to refrain his wandering eyes from taking in every inch of your body, feeling himself gulp and shift in his seat.

And it escalate to the point that you try on lingerie in front of him, following Emily’s and JJ's suggestion of "being more girly", and start taking off your undergarments to try on the other ones.

Seeing his flushed cheeks causes you to laugh, setting your bra aside as you reach for a different one to try on, your perky breasts bouncing with your little shuffles.

"Which one should I try first? The bright red laced ones or do you think I should try these black fishnet underwear pair?"

When you catch his eyes lingering on your exposed chest after remaining unresponsive, you smirk lightly before pressing your arms together under, exaggerating your breasts out further for his unwavering eyes.

"Someone's enjoying themselves." You hum, a teasing smile curling on your lips as you slowly lean down closer to him on the chair, successfully getting back his attention when your finger touches his chin.

Grabbing his chin, you direct his vision to you and tilt your head knowingly.

“Tell me, Spencer. Which one do you think l'll look sexier in? Or do you prefer me with nothing on?"

a/n : hehehe (๑・ω-)～♥” I’m working on a couple more of old drafts while working on some new ones in my wips! <3

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds spencer #criminal minds spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds reid #syd writes !#spencer reid drabble #spencer reid

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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: part two of this fic, you wake up and Oliver keeps his promise.

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, spanking, breeding, overstimulation, sir kink, praise, degrading, pussy plugging, playful resistance

WC: 2.1k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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the next morning i wake up with a weight on my chest, i pry my eyes open to see Oliver above me, naked and smirking.

‘good morning baby,’ he leans down and kisses from my bare shoulder, up my neck, and to my lips.

i kiss him back, fragments of last night coming at mine in stabs, my pussy throbs at the thought of what Oliver promised last night. the kiss soon gets heated and the blanket covering me is thrown to the side, my naked body on show. Oliver doesn’t stop kissing me however, no, his lips move further down my body, stopping at my breasts.

‘such pretty tits y/n,’ he compliments, ducking down to capture my left nipple in his mouth.

i let out a strangled sort of noise as he sucks and flicks his tongue over my now hardened nipple. my hand moves to his hair, gripping it when he nips at my skin and a whimper leaves my lips.

‘look at you,’ he lifts his eyes to mine, ‘already making such slutty noises for me.’

i can feel the heat pooling in my stomach which ultimately makes my pussy throb.

Oliver leans back up to my face and grabs it in his hand, ‘you going to be a good girl for me?’ he questions, grip tightening just a little.

i nod frantically, needing him to use me in the ways i want. he gives me a quick smirk and i feel his bare knee slide between my legs, touching my cunt.

‘i need you to use your words my love,’ his tone is condescending, ‘are you going to be a good girl for me?’ he asks again.

‘yes sir, i’m going to be a good girl,’ i answer his question, knowing the use of the word sir will turn him on.

he leans his head down to my face and kisses me slow, his knee rutting against my wet pussy. i begin to grind myself into it, all of a sudden needing the friction as my mind goes hazy with lewd thoughts about the man above me.

Oliver pulls away slightly from my face, ‘is that how needy you are, huh, using my leg to get off like a dog in heat?’ he tuts at me, a hand moving down to my breast and pinching my right nipple.

i let out a hiss but continue my movements into his leg, ‘yes sir, i need you so bad,’ i moan out as he hikes his leg further up so the pressure gets worse on my throbbing pussy.

‘stop for me,’ he eyes are staring into my own, knowing i wouldn’t disobey him.

i stop my hips and whine when he moves his leg away.

‘i think you need a little punishment for last night, don’t you?’ he questions, a finger sliding between my breasts, ‘you undressed in the kitchen. acted like such a little whore, and then came to bed and had a sulk because i wouldn’t fuck you.’

i say nothing back, my mouth agape. he gets up off of me and sits on the end of the bed.

‘cmon y/n. lie over my knee, be a good girl now,’ he’s still looking at me with those intense blue eyes that i love.

‘yes sir,’ i mumble, getting out of bed and over to where Oliver is sat.

i stand in front of him for a few seconds, fiddling with my fingers. we had never done anything like this before and i was scared, but i’d be lying if i said demanding Oliver wasn’t making my pussy drip with need. after two minutes of me standing awkwardly Oliver speaks up.

‘y/n, do you want to do this? you can say no. we have our safe word remember, you can trust me,’ his hand reaches out to my arm.

i give a little sigh and nod my head, ‘yes sir i want to do this. i was very bad last night and i deserve to be punished,’ his lips move up into a smirk and he drags me onto his knee, belly side down.

‘how many do you think you need?’ he teases, hand moving up and down my back but eventually settling on my ass.

‘however many you think i deserve, sir,’ i reply, suddenly feeling very turned on.

he lets out a grunt and i can feel his hardness pushing into my side. the first slap to my ass was a surprise, i jolt up and make a noise of pleasure.

‘count after i’ve done each one, think you can do that for me baby?’ he asks whilst rubbing my ass where he just spanked me.

‘yes sir,’ i reply, ‘one.’

‘good girl,’ he delivers another harsh slap to my ass, the stinging sensation feeling so good.

‘two,’ i squeak obediently.

soon enough two slaps turn into twenty and my ass is aching, no doubt red.

‘you did so well baby,’ Oliver is still rubbing over my ass to soothe the pain.

i push my body up into his hand and sigh contently, ‘thank you sir.’

Oliver’s hand begins to wander from my ass to between my legs, my pussy is dripping from all the spanking and Oliver can see, and feel, that. his fingers move between my pussy lips, getting them wet before sliding them into me. i let out a moan and grip at his legs, he takes that as a sign to push further. his long fingers graze my g-spot and he curls them in the way he knows i love. i push my ass back further into his fingers, needing more of him.

‘don’t be a brat y/n,’ he warns, ‘you get what you’re given. is that understood?’ his hand rakes through my hair, pulling my head back.

‘yes sir,’ i whimper, the pain from his grip and the pleasure from his fingers building up my orgasm, ‘i need you so bad.’

the fingers in my pussy get faster at that and my head is pulled further back.

‘you’re such a slut y/n,’ he teases, ‘getting off from my fingers that are barely doing anything. i bet you’d cum right now if my finger toyed with that clit, wouldn’t you hm?’ he taps my clit with a free finger and i let out a choked noise.

‘yes sir i would. fuck, please let me cum. please,’ i beg, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

‘no,’ his fingers are out of me in an instant, ‘you need to prove to me how good you are sweetheart.’

his grip in my hair is gone too and just as i’m stealing my breaking he spins my around on his knee so that i am in a sitting position, facing him.

‘there’s my pretty girl,’ he coos, lifting a hand up to wipe away tears i didn’t even realise had fallen down my face.

he pulls me closer to him, his dick pressing against my soaked cunt, a moan falls from my mouth and i shift back and forwards to get some friction.

he halts my motions with a hiss and a single slap to my ass, ‘stop y/n, unless you would like another twenty slaps to that little ass of yours i suggest you stop acting like a whore,’ his tone is dangerous, pupils so dilated his eyes look black, ‘understand?’

‘yes sir,’ i reply without thinking.

‘good girl,’ his hand slides from where it rests on my ass to my clit.

he rubs circles into it and before i get the chance to make a noise he takes my mouth in his own in a rough kiss. my own hand moves to his hard dick, wrapping around the head at first, knowing how sensitive his tip is. he groans against my mouth, bucking his hips slightly into my hand. the precum leaking from his dick is the perfect lubricant as i slide my hand up and down him. for every one stroke i do down to the base i do three at his head. the way he likes it.

‘stop y/n,’ he groans against my lips once more, ‘i want to cum in you. i’m going to breed you baby.’

my hand is off his dick in an instant, ‘yes sir,’ i moan as he quickens his pace on my clit.

‘fuck Oliver. i’m going to cum,’ his other hand moves between us and enters my pussy.

‘good girl, come on baby. cum for me,’ he speeds up even more.

i lean into him, chest heaving, grinding into his hands. my orgasm comes head on, it shakes my entire body. my cunt clenches around Oliver’s fingers and shudders when he continues to finger fuck me, his pace not slowing. i ride out my high on his fingers and overstimulation begins to set in.

‘fuck Oliver stop, i can’t,’ i try to voice my thoughts but im cut short with a moan that falls from my lips.

‘you can baby. keep going. you’re doing so well i’m so proud of you,’ his pace continues.

my second orgasm comes much quicker than my first but as i’m more sensitive it hits harder and i am screaming profanities into Oliver’s neck. he removes his fingers from my spent hole and just as i think he is done his cock is pressed against my clenched entrance.

‘cmon baby, one more. do one more for me,’ he coaxes, the tip of his cock now inside of me.

i nod against his neck and as i do im picked up, his cock no longer in me. he puts me on the bed so i am laid stomach down and props my ass up with the many pillows we have at our headboard. when he thinks i’m ready he plunges into me.

i leap forward when his cock brushes my g-spot, ‘fuck Oliver,’ the pleasure is blinding. i never want it to end.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ he questions, speeding up his thrusts, knowing he is hitting the spot i need him to every time.

i don’t answer him, instead opting to bury my face into the blanket on the bed, moaning his name over and over.

‘get your face out of that blanket,’ he slaps my ass, ‘i want to hear what i do to you.’

i obey him and by the time i am closing in on a third orgasm my voice is hoarse and my pussy is sore.

‘fuck Oliver i’m going to cum. please let me cum,’ i beg, tears streaming down my face from the overstimulation.

he continues pounding into me, ‘cum baby, you can do it.’

at his words i’m pushed over the edge once more and my pussy clenches around his cock. he pushes down on my lower back and drills into my pussy, sounds of skin slapping skin, my screams of pleasure, and his moans fill the room.

‘fuck Oliver please. fucking cum in me. i need you to,’ im fully crying now, the pleasure is too much for me im a stimulated mess.

he gives one last long thrust and pushes himself into me right to the hilt and empties himself into me. i whine at the warm feeling and he moans, giving a final few small thrusts, pushing his cum further into my pussy.

he pulls out a moment later, spreading my pussy with his hands, ‘you looks so good filled with my cum baby,’ he coos, ‘wanna plug?’

all the energy has left my body but at the mention of plugging my pussy with his cum still inside i find it in myself to reply with a simple, ‘please.’

he gives me a quick ‘okay’ and gets up from the bed to retrieve the pussy plug from one of the drawers in our room. he returns to me a second later and eases the plug into me. i let out a whimper, completely fucked out. Oliver pulls me into him, sorting the pillows out then placing me into them and wrapping a blanket around me. he slides into bed beside me and wraps an arm around my waist.

‘you did so well baby. i’m so proud of you,’ he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead and an even longer one on my lips.

‘i love you Oliver,’ i mutter, my eyes feeling heavy despite only waking up an hour and a half ago.

‘i love you too y/n’ is the last thing i hear before my eyes shut and i am asleep in the arms of my loving boyfriend.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

@douceurrrr requested a part two so i thought i would give it a try. lmk what you think of it, this is my second time writing smut ever so im a little inexperienced.

as always @lovandr thank you for helping me get back into writing, i love you 😚😚

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every battle-earned bruise

Elbows deep in sudsy water, scrubbing plates with his eyes kept safe on the sponge in his hand, Bucky too close to his shoulder and all the farther for it. Steve hands him a plate. Their fingers don’t touch.

There’s a dance to this. Something careful, measured; he feels Bucky’s eyes resting directly on the corner of his jaw, then slip to his neck, then drop down his forearms. If Steve looked back he’d probably see Bucky staring at the corner like he hadn’t been watching.

His gaze flits around the room quick as anything these days. There was a time when he’d spend hours looking at the clouds from the fire escape. Now he’s looking, always looking, always assessing threats and risks and exit plans. Steve still isn’t sure which category these particular examinations fall under.

In the space between them, Steve asks, “You remember that time in the alley, after Peterson punched my lights out?” His voice is quiet, quiet. There is a fragility to this rhythm that could break as easily as a dropped plate.

Bucky shifts his weight. “I remember.”

A shouting match, a sharp, radiating pain that just wouldn’t quit, not for days and days after. Bucky’s soft swear and flitting hands. Steve hands him a glass and asks, “How much of that do you remember?”

Steve risks a glance up and in their reflection in the window, Bucky meets his eyes. And back then Bucky had cursed him up and down with a damn you, damn you, why do you do this and his fingers on Steve’s jaw and Steve had spat blood out of his mouth and said, far more pathetic than he’d wanted, Steve had wiped his chin and said, I like your hands on me like that.

They hadn’t talked about it afterwards. The draft and the war and the Howlies, the serums in both of their veins running counter to one another back then and even still now, history weighing so heavy on both their shoulders, eyes that once focused on clouds trained to focus through sniper scopes. Memory is a fraught thing. They haven’t yet cleared all the landmines stretching between them.

Bucky sets the glass down. Steve holds his breath, stays still as Bucky’s fingertip outlines the memory of a scar on his jaw. Then Bucky’s thumb dips, resting on Steve’s bottom lip as he frowns in concentration. His memory face, Sam calls it. He slightly tilts Steve’s face from left to right and back again like he’s remembering the blood and the bruises before leaning in and kissing him.

Oh. It’s a breath of a kiss more than anything and he wasn’t — he’s too slow, he wasn’t expecting it; Steve kisses him back a second after Bucky pulls away, still studying him with that searching expression on his face. He catches a glimpse of his own wide eyes in the window and oh, he wasn’t expecting that. Oh, oh.

“Is that right?” Bucky asks, thumb still on Steve’s lip. “Did I do that then? In the alley?”

Steve shakes his head. “No,” he says, and Bucky’s hand falls away. He clears his throat. “No, you never — never did that.”

Bucky shrugs. Picks up the dish towel. “Must’ve just wanted to then. It’s hard spotting the difference between memories and wishes.”

He’s far away again. Farther, because he was so close just a second ago. It’s like lowering your mouth to a mirror and breathing on it to see the condensation, that’s what that kiss was. Bucky was testing him out to see what’s left between before it faded. Wasn’t he?

“Bucky,” Steve says.

And — Bucky catches his eyes in the window, looks away, turns and leans so he’s facing him. “We really never did that before?”

“I didn’t know you wanted to.”

“But you wanted to?” he asks.

And Steve says, “Yes.” And he says, “I would’ve kissed you back then, if you’d kissed me first.”

Bucky’s gaze dips, finds the door, the empty space at Steve’s hip where he usually wears a gun, skim past his thigh before flicking back to Steve’s. Threats, risks, exit plans. “And now?”

“Now—” Steve’s breath catches. He dries his hands on the towel Bucky’s holding and says, “Yeah, Buck. I’d kiss you now.”

He leans in this time. This time, he brushes Bucky’s hair behind his ear, threads his fingers through to cradle the nape of his neck, leaves some space between their bodies in case Bucky wants it there. Slow movements. Steve isn’t sure which one of them he’s afraid of spooking off. He exhales as Bucky eases him closer by his belt loops and when they kiss, it’s gentle. It’s a dance he half-remembers the steps to, a routine learned in dreams in a Brooklyn apartment years ago.

Bucky’s lips are soft. He wasn’t expecting that. He thinks a lot of things would’ve been different if he’d known this back then.

Bucky moves away first. Steve is struck again by the normalcy of him here in his kitchen, standing next to counters Steve installed and drying dishes Steve picked out at random. He doesn’t look out of place anymore. He looks — pleased. Like he got away with something he thought he’d get nailed on for sure. And Steve knows.

“You remembered, didn’t you?” he asks. He laughs a little; Bucky smiles a little. “You knew we hadn’t—”

“I’ve been wanting to,” Bucky says. “I know you’ve noticed me looking at you. Seemed like you’ve been wanting to, too. Do you still like it when I touch you like that?”

He thumbs Steve’s bottom lip as he asks it and Steve — well. Steve’s pinned by his touch. Something like anticipation whispers its way up his spine.

“Yes,” he says. Bucky doesn’t move his hand; Steve says, “If we finish the dishes first, will you kiss me again?”

And oh, there — that ghost of a laugh. Those eyebrows pulled in for a challenge and those eyes bright with amusement, teasing the way they used to decades ago. Shoulders broader and his smile heavier too. Bucky Barnes in his kitchen. He’d do it all over again if this is where they ended up. Every battle-earned bruise brought him back to Bucky Barnes in his kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder, waiting to finish the dishes so they can kiss again, closing the loop on a circle a hundred years in the making. Steve’s so in love he almost can’t bear it.

“Okay,” Bucky says simply, eyes alight, and their fingers brush as Steve hands him a plate.

#stevebucky #syd writes stuff #I miss! them!#mcu

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