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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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God I feel so dirty requesting this off anon lmao- may I have some titty worship with the moon boys? Any one of them will do, I don't mind :) I hope this request is ok!!!

a/n: im sorry this took so long bb also idk if this is what u wanted I'm sorry i tried!!

hershey's kisses

pairing: Steven Grant x f!reader and Marc Spector x f!reader

summary: You stumble upon a wonderful secret

warnings: 18+ MDNI, cum in pants, oral (m receiving), nipple play(?)

wc: 1.4k

a/n: it's called hershey's kisses cus that's what oscar isaacs nipples remind me of also sorry abt the gumdrop thing lmao

Steven Grant - 0.8k

You have him laid out on the couch, whatever movie that was playing is long forgotten about and he’s whining your name beautifully, a little symphony just for your ears as you suck his sensitive bud into your mouth. “Sto- The movie, baby. We-” His head falls back again as you scrape your teeth over the skin gently.

You were just playing with the hem of his shirt when this all started, but Steven had to go and be all squirmy about it so of course you ventured further. You trailed your hand up his abs, listening to how his breathing sped up the closer you got to his pecks. He let out the most satisfying moan when you pinched his nipples between your fingers. So obviously you had to up the sensations. You backed him up until he was laying down for you and being the good boy he is, his legs instantly spread to make room for you between them. You shimmied yourself up his body until his chocolate kisses were level with your eager lips.

His back arched beautifully, pushing his chest further into your lips as he tried to hold his moans in. “Stop it, get-- get off.” You pause for a moment looking up. His fingers are digging into the fabric of the couch as you kiss all over him. Your hand comes up to make sure both nipples are getting enough attention before diverting your gaze to his face.

His eyes are shut tight but you can tell they’re rolled back behind his lids. His hips are thrusting ever so slightly, gaining ghostlike friction for his rapidly hardening cock. You’re sat between his legs but not close enough for him to grind against you and it's the most annoying thing he’s ever experienced. “Please I can’t--” He cuts himself off with another gasp and his hands come to grip your shoulders, a warning of sorts but he does nothing to pull you away. You bite and suck at his nipple like you’re trying to leave a hickey over it.

“More--” His voice is broken, every word coming out as a raspy gasp. You stop your assault and look up at him with a deviously innocent smile. “What, baby?” You ask him with the sweetest voice you can conjure. “What do you need?” You watch his adam’s apple bob as he tries to hold in his whines of frustration.

“I need more.” He sounds like he could cry, so after watching him squirm, you give in. Your hand comes to cup the bulge in his pants and he reacts instantly. A pathetic moan slips from his lips as his hips press themselves into your hand as roughly as he can, shaking and whimpering as he does.

You admire the sight for a bit before bringing your attention back to his nipples, earning yourself a cut of moan of “Oh! F--” His hips stutter against your palm in their pace. His lips are pursed shut, giving you ragged little hums of what his moans should be and you have to bring your other hand up to grab his jaw, force his mouth open to hear them. They come pouring out of his mouth, more debauched than before, they’re barely moans at this point, more like shouts of pleasure.

You feel bad for assaulting him like this. He’s probably never had anyone pay this much attention to his nipples before but they're so soft, smooth, perfect in your mouth, and you get the bonus of hearing his angelic sounds above you, so why would you stop?

You have to pull your mouth away from him within the next minute because one of his hands grabs your wrist that's holding his jaw in a way that's more than a little warning, it's a frantic and desperate grip. You look up instantly, worried that maybe you were gripping him too tightly but when your eyes land on his face you're met with someone you hadn’t even considered.

His eyes are rolled back, deep into his head, his mouth is open wide, his plush lips trembling as he moans silently and his hips bucking gently into your hand as he fills his pants. His eyebrows pull tauter the longer he’s cumming, it’s knocked all the breath from his lungs and his face is turning a bit red. You’ve been entranced with him since you laid your eyes on his beautiful face but now you’re getting a little worried.

You lean into his ear and whisper gently, not wanting to startle him. “Breathe, baby” and thankfully that seems to do the trick, all his groans and whines shoot from his mouth as his eyes come forward and shut tightly, he leans into you for comfort and you instantly wrap all your free limbs around him, and your hand still massaging his spent cock as he shakes in your hold.

Marc Spector - 0.6k

You’ve been on your knees in front of Marc for around fifteen minutes and your knees are starting to hurt. He’s groaning gently above you but it doesn't sound like he's anywhere near close. It sounds like he’s just soaking in the pleasure your mouth is giving him, relishing it, losing himself in it, but the carpet is digging into your skin, and your jaw is getting so sore you're afraid it’ll be stuck open by the time he’s done. So you start roaming your hands around his body, scratching his thighs lightly and feeling them jump. You’re trying to figure out anything you can do to speed up this process.

His sounds get a bit more frequent, a little more breathy as you work your way to his hips, just admiring his body, his smooth, soft skin. Your hands can feel his stomach tensing as you slide up to his chest. His moans have died down a bit, sounding more like they're stuck in his throat as you rub over his body. His hips are beginning to grind further into your mouth, nudging down your throat as you reach his pecs.

His mouth finally opens again and a gasp flies out as your fingers pinch down on his nipples gently. You meant it as a playful little gesture, something he does when he's going down on you but the gasp is telling as to how he feels about the action.

Your thumbs press into his nipples a little roughly to get his hips to buck again. “S- Baby--!” You can hear him struggling above you, choking on air and your eyes open to see his hands clutching the bedsheets like his life depends on it. His cock is twitching more frantically in your mouth the longer you tease his gumdrops.

Marc is losing his mind above you. He’s never ventured over his body like this, whenever he’s getting himself off, all he needs is the thought of you, he doesn’t need all this. But of course, you’d be the one to give it to him. His eyes are shut as tightly as he can, his fingers digging into the mattress as he tries not to melt into your mouth. All his thoughts are clouding, he can’t think about anything aside from how perfectly you're touching him. How when you saw the stress in his face, you instantly got on your knees to make him feel better. Fuck.

He wants to last and relish in the romance of how you’ll serve him but you know him too well. You haven’t stopped assaulting his nipples since you found them. He can feel you please hums over his cock and heat is pooling at the base of his stomach, sliding down and warming his balls as he feels your lips pull into a small smirk.

He can’t help the broken whimper that falls from his lips and his entire body seizes as his dick explodes down your throat. His entire body flashes with heat and all he can see is white. He feels all the hairs on his body stand, alert to every sensation you're giving him. He can hear your moans over his cock, he can imagine that beautiful look of bliss you always have when his balls feed you like this. When he floods your mouth for so long you have no choice but to drink it all, he can feel himself shaking in your grasp, your thumbs still dutifully circling his chest in a way that has him arching into you embarrassingly, trying to prolong the immense pleasure you elicit.

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oatflatwhite · 2 months

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lest I go unsheltered

buck & maddie siblingism, post 7.04 | read on ao3

The last time Buck felt this nervous about talking to Maddie, he was fifteen and had scratched the Jeep. It was a real good one too, paint and metal flaked off the driver’s side door, the panelling beneath dented enough to catch when you tried to close it. Maddie and his parents were out for the night, and it hadn’t taken much convincing from his friend Andrew for Buck to lift the keys from the bowl on Maddie’s dresser and take it for a spin. When he’d scraped the door while parking Andrew had climbed out, taken one look at the car and fled. It wasn’t the kind of scratch you could buff out and besides, he and Maddie had promised a long time ago to be honest with each other. They were on the same team, always.

But Maddie had loved that Jeep. Buck remembers feeling sick to his stomach, practicing what he would say to her. He’s pretty sure he threw up over it.

He hopes he’s not gonna throw up now. Maddie’s in the kitchen, pouring enough red into their wine glasses Buck probably shouldn’t drive after drinking his. Chim’s doing something with Albert tonight and Jee is asleep, had been already when Buck got over here. He’d poked his head in to check on her and brushed an air kiss over her soft curls, so as not to wake her, in case she felt a real one. He’d stood from his crouch to find Maddie watching them in the doorway, her head leaned up against the jamb. She was smiling softly. When she saw him looking she lifted her hand, tilted it toward her mouth. Wine?

Jesus, he’d need it. Buck had nodded and followed Maddie from Jee’s room.

She brings the promised glass out, unnervingly full, and sits across from him on the couch with one leg on the floor, the other tucked up beneath her. Buck flicks his fingernail over the thin rim of the glass, listening to the sharp ring of it, until Maddie sighs and reaches over and puts her hand over his to stop it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, not exactly kindly. Not accusatory either, just—exasperated. Her eyebrows have climbed halfway up her forehead but when Buck doesn’t answer straight away they draw back down, then further still, until she’s frowning. “Evan?”

I scratched the Jeep, Buck had blurted, almost twenty years ago now from the top of the stairs before Maddie had even taken her key out the door. She’d looked at him that same way, eyebrows drawing together, face scrunching into a scowl as the words registered. She’d said, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, and stomped back outside to take a look at the damage. She’d left her keys in the door.

Buck’s pretty sure she’ll have a different answer this time, but the words still stick in his throat. It feels like it did when she told him about Daniel, when everything in his life could be divided neatly down the line of before-I-knew, and after. He’s drawn a second line in his head without even realising it, but which side of it things are sitting on, he’s still figuring out. He’d taken Maddie’s Jeep to impress Andrew, was the thing, who had blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair and was always quick to smile, quicker, even, than Buck, though of course he’d only been Evan back then. C’mon, Ev, he’d pleaded, wide-eyed, glinting with mischief. He’d wound the windows all the way down as they drove, laughing, the sound carrying from the car and turning Hershey into something else entirely, something that clung at Buck’s heart and made him want to stay. At least, until two years later, when Andrew had gotten into Cornell and left Buck there, in Hershey, taking all the good things about it with him.

Should Buck have known, even then?

Maddie’s still looking at him. Buck wriggles his hand out from under hers and sets his wine on the coffee table. After a moment, she puts hers down too.

“I’m,” Buck says, and the word that should come after sticks in his throat. “Something—happened. I, um, I did something.”

“Oh-kay,” Maddie says slowly, drawing the word out like it’s two: Oh… kay. She brings her other leg up so she’s cross-legged on the couch. “Is it something bad? I don’t need to hide a body for you, do I?”

“What?” Buck laughs, a quick exhale through his nose. It’s enough to ease some of the tension in his shoulders and break Maddie’s face into a small smile. “No, nothing like that. Though I—I’m concerned that’s where your mind went first.”

She shrugs. “Chim and I’ve been marathoning Criminal Minds.”

“Ah.” He rubs at his mouth. “No, um. It’s not, like, a big deal, I guess. I mean—it is, but not—like that.”

“Okay.” She looks at him.

Buck had stayed at the top of the stairs until Maddie had come back inside. She’d taken a deep breath, slid her keys from the door, shut it behind herself and locked it. I’m really mad at you, she’d said, her voice level. And then she’d looked up at him, and sighed—maybe at the way he was clutching his hands round his shoulders. Maybe at the fact he hadn’t moved an inch since she got home. Maddie sighed a lot when she was here. At their parents, when they couldn’t go a single Sunday dinner without arguing. At Buck, when he spilled bright blue nail polish all over the carpet in her room. At Doug, over the phone, when she didn’t know Buck was listening.

She’d walked up the stairs and sat next to him on the landing. Their shoulders bumped together. But I’m really glad you told me, she’d said, then grabbed his head and scuffed her knuckles through his hair. You’re paying for the repairs, stupid. Which had been a lie, anyway.

Buck takes a breath. He lets it out all at once. Maddie’s looking at him steadily. “Tommy kissed me,” he says. “I kissed him back. We’re going on a date on Saturday and I. I think I like guys.” He swallows. “That’s, um, it.”

“Evan,” Maddie says, and then nothing else because she’s in his arms, hugging him. His hands come up to her shoulder blades, the wings of them beneath her sweatshirt, and he’s been bigger and taller than his older sister since his growth spurt when he was fourteen but right now it’s like that doesn’t even matter. She holds him like she won’t let go and that tiny knot of tension, that ugly scrunching of doubt that had been nestled in his chest—it releases. Of course, it seems to say. Of course it’s okay. Like Buck had been an idiot to ever think otherwise. Which—he’s often an idiot. Maddie loves him anyway.

“I’m sorry,” she says thickly, sounding suspiciously snotty where her face is pressed against Buck’s neck. “I don’t really know the right thing to say. I love you, Evan, I’m—so proud of you.”

Buck gives his own sniffle. “That works,” he manages to say, and then Maddie is pulling back, wiping at her eyes and under her nose. There’s a damp patch on the shoulder of Buck’s shirt, that she seems to use as a target when she socks him. “Ow. What was that for?”

“You’re an idiot!” She throws her hands into the air. “You were pulling—fucking—pigtails!” Each word is punctuated by another punch. There’s no weight behind them, and after the third Maddie sits back, takes a deep breath.

“Is this where you tell me that being mean to a boy isn’t the way to tell him I like him?”

“Seems like I don’t have to.” She presses her lips together, like she’s trying to still be mad, but it hardly lasts a second until her face splits into a smile. “Evan,” she says. “Oh my God. Okay.”

She leans over to scoop up their glasses of wine and presses Buck’s into his waiting hand, and they could be fifteen and twenty-three again, shoulder-to-shoulder on the landing of their house in Hershey. Twenty-seven and thirty-five, drinking wine on Abby’s couch. Twenty-nine and thirty-seven, sifting through a baby box of memories, stood just over the line between before and after. Although maybe Buck was wrong. Maybe there is no line—no clean way to divide a life that will always be messy, because that’s what life is, isn’t it?

Windows rolled down—nail polish on the carpet—a kiss you didn’t even know you wanted, until you did.

Maddie takes a big gulp of wine, and her eyes are sparkling, matching a smile that’s almost as wide as her face. “Tell me everything,” she says, and Buck laughs, and does.

#oatflatwrites #911 #911 fic #911 spoilers #evan buckley #maddie buckley #i forget all my tags for these fics lol. anyway! have this silly siblingism #buck #maddie #buckleys

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beelmons · 1 year

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Dr. Reid's Lonely Hearts Club

Genre: smut, light fluff at the end Pairing: spencer x hotch x fem!BAU!reader word count: 6,650 cw: threesome, vaginal penetration, facefucking, light bondage, slight degradation, alcohol consumption A/N: this is just absolutely pure filth and I'm both sorry and not sorry. Happy Valentine's to all singles out there surviving on self insert smut fics! Summary: When everyone gets the evening off, only three people remain in the office, the lonely hearts come together to not feel so alone on the most romantic day of the year. Tag list: @ssamorganhotchner @hotchxreid @cassiemartzz @supercriminalbean @evee87

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Jesus, Reid! Can you stop that?!” Emily yelled towards the young genius, and he ended up jumping in fear on his own chair. The poor guy was simply tapping his pen against the surface of the desk while he pondered over some details of the case they had just wrapped up. “Sorry.” Emily said again once he noticed both Morgan and Hotch coming out of their offices to oversee the ruckus on the bullpen “Sorry, Spencer, I’m just a little antsy, I have a date tonight and I’m really hoping I don’t need to cancel it. Sorry, everyone.” She said again looking apologetically at the rest of the coworkers.

“Alright, enough is enough.” Hotch mentioned from the handrail outside his door “It’s 5p.m., we’re clearly not getting a new case tonight, and any paperwork left can be finished tomorrow. Anyone with Valentine’s Day plans can go home. Have a lovely evening.” your boss waved his hand dismissingly, and you watched as almost every person bolted out of their seats and towards the elevator. You waved goodbye at your girlfriends shouting ‘bye!’ and ‘have a great night!’ with bright smiles on their way out.

Hotch went back into his office, and only Spencer and you remained by your desks, exchanging equally disappointed looks. “No plans?” you asked.

“Have I ever had plans?” Reid answered with a slightly embarrassed smile. You offered him one of your own and a nod in agreement before going back to the files on the wooden surface. You reached to grab a couple from Emily’s desk, if you were going to spend your night like that, might as well help your friends out; you would be able to check that favor in some other time. Spencer smiled at your actions and did the same with some of the files from JJ’s desk.

Aaron was shut inside his private workplace, devouring file after file of piled up work for what felt like two or three hours. With his eyes strained, he decided to take a walk to the kitchen and get some extra coffee to burn the midnight oil. When he stepped outside the door, however, he stopped right on his tracks. “What are you two doing?” he asked as he stared at Reid’s desk.

You had dragged your chair to be sitting on the other side of your friend’s table, the surface covered in different Chinese dishes still in their take-out containers, behind them a bottle of rum that was clearly drank from, and some Hershey’s kisses wrappers scattered around, you were laughing soundly together, talking about random Valentine’s Day experiences.

“Hey! Look who's finally out of the man cave!” you said with a smile, raising your hands in the air victoriously “We’re having ourselves a little Valentine’s Day dinner, courtesy of Dr. Reid’s Lonely Hearts Club, if you got a partner, you are not invited. Care to join us?” you added. Spencer was looking at him expectantly, and Hotch let out a defeated sigh before heading downstairs and pulling a chair to sit in front of the two of you. You handed him a container with a pair of chopsticks on top. “Pekin duck. I know you like it.” you mentioned.

“I don’t think the rum is a good idea.” he replied, grabbing the food from you.

“Come on, it’s after 8.” you complained.

“It is morally questionable, but since we’re off the clock we’re technically not breaking any rules. Not any that we can be reprimanded for, at least.” Reid added. “Plus, we got you scotch in case you didn’t want rum.” he continued, bending his body to pick up a bottle of acceptable whiskey from the floor.

“Relax, Hotch, no boss scolding, no dad speeches, just friends making each other company on the loneliest night for single people.” as you spoke, you were opening the bottle of his preferred liquor and pouring a glass, or rather a coffee mug, with a couple ice cubes. After having served a considerable amount, you handed him the mug and your hand squeezed his thigh in a friendly manner, however a little bit higher than you usually would. He scoffed at the comment and took a sip out of the container.

“How come you don’t have any plans tonight?” your boss asked.

“I usually spend Valentine’s Day with my mom, but I couldn’t get a ticket without making sure we would be in town.” Spencer said absentmindedly while he rummaged through his food. Both of you looked at him questioningly, and he responded with a confused stare.

Hotch gave up without even trying to explain that the question wasn’t, obviously, directed at him, instead his head turned towards you “and how come you don’t have plans tonight?” he asked once again.

“Nuh-uh” you answered with a sarcastic tone “If we’re drinking, I’m not answering anything unless we play a game.”

“A game? What, are we 15?” Hotch asked.

“I was thinking a little bit more like 20, you know, r-rated questions might be included” you answered.

“So, we’re not horny teenagers, we’re horny college kids.” your boss reiterated, and you nodded along “and you’re okay with this?” he turned to Spencer to double check.

“I never really got to play drinking games in college, so this should be interesting” his head wobbled excitedly.

“That’s because you were fourteen, Reid,” you joked, earning a chuckle from Hotch in the process “Okay fellas, since it’s Valentine’s let’s go with a spicy game, so we have ‘Never have I ever’, ‘Strip poker’, or ‘Truth or Dare’. Spencer, since it’s your first time, why don’t you choose first?”

Your partner fiddled with the chopsticks in his hands, lips pursed pretending to ever consider it “Strip poker.” he stated with an innocent and hopeful smile. You and Aaron broke into a surprised and nervous laugh, you exchanged looks for a second and decided that, well, even if stripping in your office wasn’t on your bucket-list, it would still make an interesting anecdote.

Big mistake. You forgot two very important facts: one, doctor Reid was banned from every casino in Las Vegas, and two, when men play this game with a woman involved, they tend to team up with a very clear purpose in mind. After just ten minutes of playing, your bra was on full display, blazer, blouse and shoes long gone, yet managing to keep your lower clothing intact. Hotch remained with his white button-up shirt and pants, and Reid only having lost as much as his sweater vest.

“Full house.” Aaron said as he opened his cards, clearly beating Reid’s straight. He turned to look at you, eyeing your last garment, but a pleading expression appeared on your face and caused him to chuckle. “Alright, I’m using my winning privileges to change the game. Let’s do Never Haver I ever.” you put your hands together thankfully, and Spencer huffed his cheeks in disappointment.

You took a moment to top everyone’s drink up, and after you had taken a sip, you began to talk “Never have I ever had a sexual fantasy with someone from the office.” you said and watched with amusement how both of your friends sipped at their drinks, regardless of you being the question host, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t, so you had to take a sip was well.

“Never have I ever gotten a lap dance.” was Spencer’s turn to speak, and both your boss and you had to drink. He appeared to be embarrassed at the fact of being the only one left out, and you chuckled at his cute expression.

“Never have I ever…” Hotch began “…had a threesome.” there was a bit of an awkward silence as you stared at each other intently, noticing how none of you would bring the mug to your lips.

“Never have I ever wanted a threesome.” you dared to ask during your turn, and in perfect unison the three of you downed a bit of your beverages. There was an exchange of looks afterwards, and your brains all seemed to be working in the same direction.

“Never have I ever felt sexual attraction for a person in this room.” Reid asked, and yet again the entire group drank up.

Hotch’s throat cleared up, and being the voice of reason, aware that you were still in an FBI building, he decided to take the questioning in another direction. “Never have I ever done a body shot.” he said.

“Taken off of me? Or me taking it from someone else’s body?” you asked trying to clarify the question “Actually, you know what? Doesn’t matter, just remembered I’ve done both.” you answered yourself nonchalantly and proceeded to take the corresponding liquid; to your surprise, however, you saw how both of your companions remained still. “Wait, for real?” you asked, taking turns to look at both of them.

Spencer simply shook his head, lips pursed, and Hotch shrugged it off “I wasn’t really a frat party guy.” the older man admitted.

“Come on. Unacceptable.” you stood up and grabbed the bottle of rum in your hands. You looked around, Spencer’s desk was a mess, so you decided to move over to Emily’s ‘she will understand’ you told yourself. The two men followed you with puzzled expressions. You laid down on top of your friend’s workspace, still shirtless, and pointed in the direction of your boss “Let’s go old school for you.” you said with a smirk as you bent the bottle over your stomach, letting some of the liquid fall and spill over your belly button.

Hotch cocked an eyebrow, but curiosity got the best of him. He unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, a clear attempt to not mess it up, and took a step closer. You could feel his lips land on your stomach, and the way his tongue dug in the concave area caused a slight moan to come out of your mouth, your hand lowering to land on the nape of his neck, keeping his head in place. After he was done sucking the liquid, he pressed a couple of open mouthed kisses higher up your stomach, and stopped himself right before your chest.

“I can see the appeal of that.” he muttered while wiping his mouth to get rid of some of the dripping liquor. He turned to look at Reid, who was watching the situation with a flustered face, and signaled for him to take his turn. Startled, the blond man hurried to your side, but before he let the fluid down your body, you darted up to be sitting instead.

“Hold on, I have something else in mind for the doctor.” you stopped him, a mischievous smile on your face. You fixed your position and tilted your head to expose the right side of your neck, your finger pointed at the base, indicating that he should put his mouth there. He complied to your instructions, positioning his head at the base with an open mouth, he proceeded to tilt the bottle letting the rum slide down the side of your neck directly into it. Once he had enough of the drink, he laid the bottle back onto the desk, his hands instinctively gripped the sides of your hips to keep you still as he licked the trail of wetness the alcohol had left on your neck; he mimicked Aaron’s actions and sneaked a couple of nibbles to the sides of your neck. In the heat of the moment, and with his blood rushing everywhere, he lifted his head and attempted to capture your lips in a kiss.

Your reflexes were fast, and before he could land them on you, your hand came in between. “Ah, ah!” you exclaimed with provocation in your voice “If you want to go there, then we’re going to have to change the game.” you pushed him slightly by his chest and he retracted his hands, stepping back with a slight hint of embarrassment in his face, at which Hotch smirked; he found fascinating how you had him on his toes since the very first moment. “That leaves us with Truth or Dare, doesn’t it?” you clarified “Since it’s my turn, I’ll go first. Say, Reid, Truth or dare?” you turned to face the slender figure in front of you.

“Truth.” he said convincedly, his hands undoing a couple of his buttons to allow for the cool air to enter.

“Out of every girl in the office, who would you like to fuck the most?” you batted your eyes at him, your legs swinging as they hung from the desk you were still sitting on.

He took a second and licked his lips before he answered, apparently unwavering “You.” he let out after some thought.

Next to you, you could hear Aaron scoff “Playboy.” he muttered “We know it’s JJ.” he added.

“A liar, just like any other man” you joked, but instead a frown formed on the doctor’s face.

“Alright, enough.” he fixed his eyes on yours “Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Dare” you said with a cocky smile.

“Take off those pants.” Spencer commanded. Hotch raised his eyebrows, intrigued by the proposal.

“You’ve been waiting for that since strip poker, haven’t you?” you snarked at him “Okay, pretty boy, but I get to help you strike one of your ‘never have I ever’ experiences.” Without further explanation, you hopped off the surface and took his hand to pull him along as you walked to your chairs. The second you were in front of them, you pushed him back until his legs hit the edge of the seat, forcing him to fall onto it. Before Spencer could understand what was happening, your back was already facing him, and your ass was grinding on his lap.

Hotch had taken his seat as well, legs spread open with his hand dangerously close to his own crotch, simply admiring the way you moved on top of the youngest. Your body rolled as you danced teasingly over Reid, your pants slowly coming further down until your ass was on full display, only covered by the panties you had chosen for that day. You turned yet again to lay your knees on each side of the seat, straddling his front, your eyes lustfully staring into his as your fingers worked to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. “And to prove you I’m a good sport, I’m going to throw in something extra.” you smiled at him and shortly your lips were onto his, from the beginning, the kiss was sloppy and open-mouthed, your tongues tangling together as they moved hungrily.

His hands, out of habit, lifted to land on your ass, and you swatted at them with a disapproving sound. “I didn’t say you could touch.” he winced in protest at your words, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep them to himself. Instead, you reached out for the desk in which your belongings still laid and took a hold of the handcuffs you used to carry. You distracted him with your lips once again, having him focusing only on the kiss, he didn’t notice when your hands caressed down his arms to place them behind the chair, and it wasn’t until he heard the clicking of the cuffs that he broke away from it.

“What are you doing?” he asked with startled eyes.

“Making sure you behave.” you answered, your head tilting to have your mouth on the side of his neck instead, nibbling on a spot like he had done before on yours. His eyes fluttered closed, just allowing himself to enjoy the warm sensation of your tongue on his skin, your hips occasionally rolling on his crotch, which felt tighter by the second.

“Hey, Reid” the both of you were slightly startled by Hotch’s voice coming behind you, but you kept going into providing your friend some friction; Spencer on the other hand replied with a questioning hum “Truth or dare?” Aaron asked.

“D-Dare” he barely managed to stutter out. The second he got his answer, the boss stood up from his seat, his hands working on undoing the pieces of clothing that were holding his member captive. Once his underwear was moved aside, his cock slapped against his stomach, slightly pink from the way he was rubbing it over his pants during your little lap dance.

He walked in your direction and landed a hand on your ass gently, giving it a light squeeze to enjoy the sensation of your soft skin, then they travelled up to grab the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your thigh level. He gripped at your hips to draw them up, causing your ass to perk up and your clothed chest to be pressed further against Reid’s. His fingers curiously travelled in between your legs, and you could feel his thumb press flat against your slippery slick.

Your lips had moved back to Spencer’s, and a moan got caught up on your throat at Aaron’s touch. You broke the kiss to look back with surprise in your eyes. You watched him bring the fluid-covered thumb to his mouth and taste you with utter excitement.

“I dare you to watch me fuck her first.” he stated with his eyes completely fixed on yours as he finished removing the shirt that still covered his torso. You couldn’t really process what he had just said, and what was even more puzzling was, now that you had gotten a good look at his dick, how were you going to take all of him?

He didn’t give you much time to keep thinking before you could feel him entering you. His hand pumping the base of his own member until it was covered by your pussy, however, he allowed a couple of seconds for you to get used to his size. As you felt him slide into you, your hands traveled up to tangle on Spencer’s hair, clutching on it for dear life, your head laid on his shoulder and you let out a loud, high pitched moan, at the feeling of being full of your boss.

You could hear Spencer wiggle beneath you, trying to get rid of the cuffs that were holding him back. He exchanged a look with Hotch, an almost offended one, and the older man answered with pressing his index finger to his lips, indicating the younger to keep quiet “Watch and learn.” with those words, his hips began to move. He was slow and gentle at first, causing you to be panting against your friend’s neck softly, but not long after his pace began to pick up.

The entire office was quiet not being for the loud smacks of Aaron’s balls against your skin. His cock hitting your deepest sides over and over again. You held onto Reid for balance, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders to prop yourself up. You face was right in front of him, your mouth slightly parted open letting the noises flow, your forehead laid on top of his, and you stared into his eyes, showing you just how good your boss was fucking you.

You let out a cry after a particularly rough thrust that Hotch hit you with, and Spencer took the advantage to lean up and press his lips back onto yours, nibbling and twisting his tongue around like his life depended on it. He didn’t like feeling left out, so he was trying his best to shower every bit of the skin he had access to with sloppy and wet kisses.

Perhaps Hotch was going too hard on him, his dick still pounding against you at a steady pace, and having his subordinate confined to a chair, fucking the girl he clearly liked. With a rough tug, he ripped the safety pins of your bra open, and from the movement of having your hips repeatedly pummeled, they bounced off the garment on their own. You leaned forward so they would be dangling over Spencer’s face, the new angle not only allowing your dark-haired partner to access new angles, but also gave the doctor chance to catch one of your nipples into his mouth.

He was sloppy, but never carless, his tongue moved around your breast, hungrily, the noises of sucking and popping filling your ears along with Aaron’s growls that, you noticed, had began to be much deeper. A wave of confidence hit you at the desperation that you were making him feel, and with Spencer busy with your chest, you turned your head around, a smug, shitty smirk on your face. “Truth or dare, Aaron?” you asked.

“Dare.” he said without flinching, his eyes fixed on you, his hips keeping the steady, although slightly erratic pace.

“I dare you to make me cum before you do. Bet you can’t do it with how close you are.” your tone was not only daring, buck even mocking.

One thing about Aaron Hotchner, he liked abiding by the law, but he did not enjoy being told what to do, or being challenged in any way, it hurt his ego, and it brought out the worst in him. Without warning, he landed a loud smack on your ass, same one that caused a loud wince out of your mouth “Shit, Aaron!” you were about to turn around and complain at the surprising, yet not unwelcome, roughness, but the slight pain of your hair being pulled shut you up. He grabbed you by the head to pull you upwards and away from Reid’s lap; you stumbled a bit as you got back on your feet, and he made sure to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you from falling down, or his dick from slipping out. In a quick motion, you removed the bra that kept dangling from your arms and ended up kicking down the panties that had slipped down to your knees, leaving you bare naked in front of Spencer who was staring from his restricted seat. Aaron’s hand moved from your hair to your chin, turning your face in his direction to be able to attack your mouth with his, his tongue forced it’s way in and you almost choked at the lack of air. The hand around your waist kept you secured as he kept thrusting into you, your moans coming out from your throat directly into his mouth; said hand slipped further down, making its way in between your legs to have his index finger rub around your clit.

His hips snapped faster each time, but the circles drawn around your sensitive nub remained to a steady, slightly slow pace. Your knees began to give in, and he was holding you up by the mere use of his hand against your pussy. Spencer could only observe from a few steps away, how another man, your boss nonetheless, was causing you so much bliss. His dick began to twitch inside his pants, and his hips rolled trying to get friction, any source of friction, from them.

One of your hands clung from Aaron’s neck, while the other tried to keep balance by gripping onto the desk. You began to clench around Hotch, who was already struggling to keep his noises at bay, releasing them right into your mouth. “Aaron…” you moaned against his lips, letting him know that you were close. His finger quickened its pace on your clit, you began to clench repeatedly, and your stomach began to tighten, and just before you could feel the sweet release of your climax, Aaron Hotchner pulled out of you, his hand leaving your sensitive area, and his lips breaking away.

You yelled a curse in his direction, and he grabbed you by the wrist in response, his face visibly annoyed since, for the sake of his teasing, he had accidentally denied his own orgasm. He tugged on your hand before you could protest any longer and directed you to Reid, making a sign with his hand for you to kneel down, and you obeyed. Without much as a word, and Spencer dumbfoundedly looking down at you, he walked around the chair with the cuff keys that he took from the desk, kneeled, and freed Reid’s hands from their confinement; the youngster took a second to rub at his hands that had gone slightly numb and observed the actions of your boss. Hotch walked behind you and reached for your arms, pulling both behind your back, you also didn’t quite comprehend what was going on, but you were so focused on Spencer’s pretty face, his swollen lips from the kissing, and the uncomfortable shuffle he made to try and satisfy his need for attention down there that you didn’t care about whatever Aaron was doing to you.

“You created this little club to not spend Valentine’s alone, didn’t you, Reid?” he said in the blond man’s direction “And yet, you’re the only one unattended. That doesn’t seem fair, does it? She went around parading another man fucking her, with only a couple of kisses to keep you going.” he shook his head disapprovingly, his hand then moved to the back of your head, and gently pushed it forward, allowing your cheek to rest on Spencer’s bulge. “He even paid for the food, time to pay him back, treat him nicely.” he commanded.

Your eyes had locked with Reid’s the entire time. You were more than pleased to be of service to him, he deserved to be praised, and treated, like nothing but a king, and you intended to do so. You wiggled your body to be further in between his legs and tilted your head up, staring at him as you opened your mouth, showing him that you were ready to take him in. His heart felt like jumping off his chest, and he used his newly-freed hands to cup your face, bend down, and land a passionate kiss on your lips. He was softer compared to Hotch, tender even, as he had been waiting his entire life to do that, even if he had done it minutes before.

After he was satisfied, he pulled back to fiddle with his pants. Once he moved his boxers aside, his member darted out, accidentally landing right across your face. You heard him mutter a quiet ‘sorry’ and you could see the red tint adorning his face again. You giggled to yourself and tilted your head to finally have his tip inside your mouth. You took a tentative, gentle suck at it, and the high pitched moan that he let out was all the encouragement you needed to keep going. You began to bob up and down, making sure to take more of him each time. His own head was thrown back, eyes closed as he let himself be pleasured.

In the meantime, Aaron kneeled right behind you. He double checked that the cuffs weren’t too tight, the intention was never to hurt you, and once he got confirmation, he positioned his still hard dick at the height of your hands still forced together. His fingers guided yours gently to wrap around his shaft, and he began to thrust slowly into it. You could feel his tip hit your back time and again as he fucked your tied-up hands slow enough to keep his erection, but not so fast to make himself come.

Spencer’s moans were a higher pitch and came out more repeatedly. His hands had moved your hair and he was helping you move your head back and forth. The excitement kept running through your veins, you could barely move, your knees hurting a little bit from being on the floor, but there was nothing you could do about it, and the mere feeling of being bound to provide these men with pleasure was keeping you on the edge, still unable to release.

Reid’s grip tightened around your hair, and you could feel how he kept you still. You braced yourself for the thrusts that were about to come, and they did not disappoint. With every jump of his hip, you could feel him hit the backside of your mouth, dangerously close to going into your throat. “You’re taking me so well, so fucking good.” the blond man praised, and your eyes traveled up in attempt to see him, his own met your sight, and he took a second to push a strand of hair behind your ear. His hips buckled up a couple more times, with your lips tightening around him. You wanted to taste him, you were eager to do so, but alas these men had entirely different plans for you.

As he felt his stomach cramping in pleasure, Spencer decided to remove himself from your mouth, to which you yet again complained. He signaled Hotch to get up, and he gently helped you stand by grabbing you around the shoulders. “I wanted to taste you!” you cried out with a huff of your cheeks, turning your head to look at Reid.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you will get the chance, I’m nowhere near done.” he directed you to Emily’s desk once again, poor girl will have to throw away the whole thing by the time the night ends, and he guided you as if he was transporting an unsub to a holding cell, Hotch following behind. His hand landed on your head and he forced it forward to have you bent over the wooden surface, your ass out in his direction. He positioned himself at your entrance and easily began to push in. You let out a moan of pure bliss at the sensation of being filled again, this time around with Spencer’s pinkish cock.

His thrusts were gentle compared to Aaron’s, but the pace was rather quicker and deep, he was desperate to feel you. One of his hands landed on the mark that his boss had previously left on you, squeezing it with what seemed almost like rage. The other hand tangled itself on the chain of the cuffs, using it as support to continue pulling your body against his hips. You began to whimper once again, almost like cries, from feeling so close, so fast, more intense than before.

“If you don’t mind…” Hotch’s voice snapped you out of your own mind “…I’ll be using this side” your body was positioned close to the edge, your cheek laying on the surface facing the hall; Hotch stood in front of your mouth, guiding the tip to your lips, not quite pushing in yet. The opening of your mouth was the approval he needed to finally slide his length in the slippery hole. Unlike Spencer, he wasn’t paying particular attention to how deep he went, his hips continuing to push trying to find the pleasure he had taken from himself moments before.

Down south, Spencer’s eyes were focused on your ass, it looked so magnificent, swallowing him in without protesting. He could feel you twitching, you felt heavenly to him, never did he imagine he would actually have the chance to fuck you, let alone have you whimper because of him, so desperately. He wanted to make you cum, to have you trembling in a way Hotch couldn’t do it. His fingers slid in between your thighs in a similar fashion, and his index yet again began paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You were going on overdrive, your bottom half was getting attention everywhere, and your top could barely hold any air from the thick member using your mouth as his personal flesh light. “I’ve seen every landscape in this country,” Hotch began to say, his eyes staring tenderly down at you “and there’s no prettier sight than you like this, taking me all in.” the praise sent shockwaves all over your body, and your walls began to clench around Spencer.

He was trying to keep himself sane, not wanting to come just yet, he wanted to give you more pleasure, to have you wobbling even more. “Hey, truth or dare?” he asked in between grunts as he tapped on your back, letting you know the question was for you “If I remember correctly, it’s my turn.” he clarified. Aaron’s cock, however, was not giving you much of an opportunity to answer. You made random sounds around his length, and the vibrations gave him an extra wave of pleasure.

“She said ‘Truth’” your boss translated for him, a prideful smirk plastered all over his face, pleased with the fact that he was barely letting you speak.

“Whose dick tastes best?” Spencer shot Hotch a smug look and he replied with a shake of his head.

You pulled back, letting go of Aaron’s cock in attempt to answer the question “Yo-“ before you could even began the sentence, your boss’s hands guided your head into its previous position and thrusted his shaft back inside your mouth; you complied and continued swallowing your cheeks around it. It was Hotch’s turn to look smug, and Spencer chuckled at his actions.

The situation was becoming almost unbearable, you needed to come, you were so close, and here they were playing ‘who wore it best?’ with your mouth for a gown. Spencer seemed to notice your desperation when your eyes began to tear up. His hips changed positions, and it hit a spot so sweet you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your walls clenched around him, your mouth let go of Aaron’s dick to allow your voice to come through “Fuck, Spencer! Inside, come inside!” you begged as your release began to drip down your thigh.

Your partner obeyed your commands, and he pulled roughly on the cuffs to have his member all the way inside of you as he spilled his seed. You shut your eyes and smiled to yourself, it felt so good to be filled up, specially by someone you had wanted to fuck for so long. Light curses and a mention of your name left his lips, he gave a couple more thrusts trying to ride down his high, and finally pulled out of you.

Hotch had taken the lead on himself to let you enjoy your orgasm; he continued to jerk off at a fast pace in front of you, his tip basically rubbing the side of your face. You were about to take him back in when he moved, and you noticed he was walking towards your rear. Panic drew in your eyes, and you cried out beggingly “Aaron, please don’t, I can’t take anymore.” you whispered in his direction.

“It’ll be one second.” he said, and you braced yourself for yet another round of overstimulation. Instead, you felt how his tip slid in an out a couple of times, and he walked back to have his hips at the same level as your face. You watched in awe how his member was coated in what seemed like cum, and you looked up with surprise “If I remember correctly, you wanted to taste him” if your brain hadn’t been just freshly fucked, you would have given than man round three right there. You opened your mouth widely, and he pressed his shaft once again. He held you still by the head as he continued to thrust, considerably faster this time, and moments after he pushed deeply in, allowing his release to spill inside your mouth. He must have been pent up, because it became a little hard to hold all of it in. Your tongue rolled around, taking a second to taste both loads along with some of your own fluids.

He pulled back after he made sure everything was released, but his hand tugged at your chin to force it up and closed, not permitting that anything were to spill. “Truth or dare.” he asked as the final question of the game.

“Dare” you barely mumbled.

“Swallow.” was his last command, and you more than happily obliged.

Spencer stood in shock watching the scene, like whatever had taken over him had finally left his body. Hotch seemed to be the same, his stern glare softening once again to the relaxed one he had outside of work. Reid hurried to get the key and undid the bind on your hands, Hotch grabbed your shoulders and helped you straighten back up so you could be standing once again. “You okay?” he asked, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.

“I don’t think my throat is in the right place because of you, and you ask if I’m okay?” you snarked playfully. The three of you shared a laugh, and Hotch offered a sincere apology, which you shrugged off since it was not big deal, not like you didn’t enjoy it anyways. Spencer walked back to his desk to slide into his pants, suddenly self-conscious about his body being exposed, and threw his shirt loosely over his shoulders before starting to gather your clothes together.

Your boss reached for his jacket and laid it over your shoulders before he started to get dressed as well “Reid.” he said in a commanding voice, back to the boss demeanor he usually had “Help her get cleaned up and then take her home.” he turned at you instead “I don’t want you driving after that, got it?” his words made you blush slightly, he seemed like a completely different person, but you nodded in response.

“You’re not going out with us?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I need to oversee that the floor gets cleaned and Emiliy’s desk gets…” he made a pause, looking at the surface covered in sweat and other fluids “…burned down, hopefully” he joked. Both of you agreed with the statement, but before Reid could direct you to the office's bathroom, Hotch took a step forward in between the two of you “Hey,” he spoke up to get your attention, his hands laid gently on your face once it turned to him and he leaned in to place a gentle, but deep, kiss to your lips “thank you for tonight, I had a lovely evening.” he smiled as he spoke.

You tried your best to suppress a wide smile “Well,” you started “I would say ‘anytime’, but this club kind of only gets together once a year.” you joked.

“Can’t wait until next year, then.” he answered without even looking up as he revised the countless messages that he got while he was occupied. He patted Reid on the shoulder as a goodbye and headed back to his office.

After everything was clean on your body, and you didn’t look like you had just been attacked by hyenas, Spencer walked you out of the FBI building. The trip down the elevator being slightly too quiet for someone who had just moved your liver to a completely different position. Your legs began to wobble again, feeling like they were going to give in, and Spencer stepped closer to offer his body for support. “You can lean on me.” he said with a gentle smile, and you took his word “By the way, you still owe me one answer that, if I remember correctly, was cruelly taken from me.” he said as he chuckled recalling the scene.

You laughed along “Alright, rules are rules, do you want to ask the same question, or would you like to change it?”

“Actually, I think I’ll change it.” his arm darted out to surround your shoulders with it, making the position more stable for you “Would you like to do this again sometime? Minus Hotch, of course.” he diverted his gaze as he asked.

You tilted your head with surprise, yet another blush creeping at your face. “You mean, like, next Valentine’s?” you asked with genuine surprise.

“Well, that, or,” he chuckled to himself, finally daring to look back at you “next Friday? Preferably after dinner.”

There was no holding back the bright smile that appeared on your face, or the flutter in your stomach. Your head leaned on his shoulder, and you could feel his land on top of yours in a loving embrace.

“Deal.”

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Who's Counting?

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Smut +18)

Summary: Part 2 to So It Goes, but could be read as a standalone. Spencer and reader have been dating consistently for a couple of months, after finally admitting feelings for each other at a night in a bar. Other things, like their sexual experience were admitted as well. Reader, after plenty of lunches and dates with Spencer is ready to take that step with Spencer…if he’ll ever make the move.

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) fingering, penetrative sex with protection

Note: I’ve been kind of off lately with writing consistently, but for some reason I had a lot of inspiration when writing this one. So I hope you like it. I’m really happy with it!

Word Count: 7K

After seventeen more shared lunches, three actual dates, and many nights with Spencer even sleeping over at my place. It took nearly everything in me to convince him to sleep in the same bed as me. Spencer, it seemed, was hellbent on taking it slow. It was hard to take things slow, especially when the man I’m taking things slow with, just happened to be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.

On our eighteenth shared lunch, Spencer sat next to me on the dark green upholstered chair in his office. I loved his office. It was quaint with mismatched furniture and probably hundreds of books all over the place. He had framed pictures of his former co-workers/basically brother’s and sister’s kids on his desk. It smelled like coffee and grapefruit air freshener. And I loved it.

I brought leftover chicken curry over rice for us to split. Spencer, like always, provided the coffee. Dating a man with an impeccable memory proved useful when he always remembered my coffee order after hearing me place an order for it once.

“Coffee with a splash of oat milk and cinnamon,” Spencer said. He placed the drink before me on the desk as I handed him his lunch portion, “Oh, and I bought you some Hershey’s chocolate syrup in the mini-fridge,” he told me. Spencer smiled as he looked down at his plate, clearly proud of himself for the small gesture. It was small, admittedly, but it’s also one of the nicest things a man’s done for me.

“Did you really go out and get me chocolate syrup because I mentioned it fleetingly?” I proposed. I licked the back of my spoon and handed Spencer a napkin from my lunch bag.

“You like your coffee a very particular way,” Spencer said with a shrug, “I want to make you happy, Y/N. Even if it’s something small like making sure you’re never too cold or having coffee the way you like,”

“Even if you explain the logistics of it, Spence. I’m still going to think it’s the nicest thing anyone’s done for me,” I confessed. Spencer looked away pointedly; somehow he’s the one that got embarrassed about this whole thing.

“Well you’re going to have to get used to it,” he replied. Spencer took a bite of the chicken, probably nearly burning his mouth of the molten sauce, “Because I’m gonna do it a lot,” he said with his mouth full, “Make you happy that is,”

We never really talked about an ‘us’ before. For the last couple of weeks, Spencer and I’ve certainly acted like a couple. We continued our daily lunches from before that night in the bar, but began to hang out more outside of work. After the night when he finally slept in my bed, I went out and bought pajama pants and tee shirts for him. So he wouldn’t have to sleep in his clothes again. Just like Spencer wanted to make me happy, I wanted to make him happy too.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s really not sexy,” I said, nudging Spencer on the shoulder.

He rolled his eyes, some of the sauce rested on the corner of his mouth. “Pfft. You find me devilishly handsome, freakishly sexy, and deliciously…”

“Annoying?” I interrupted, soaking up some of his curry on his plate. I smiled at Spencer’s hesitant glee.

“Nope. You find me sexy. I’m a profiler. I can tell.” Spencer quipped. He smiled with a mixture of mirth and coyish charm. Our knees touched under the table. My knees were bare and he was covered in his long gray dress pants. I felt the friction start at my kneecap and it jolted straight toward my lower stomach.

“Then why won’t you have sex with me.” I said. It came out more frustrated and rather angry than I intended. “I-I mean. It’s just….it’s been like a bunch of dates and my couch literally has an indent from you sleeping on it. And I mean, you clearly know that I’m attracted to you and I’m like pretty sure you’re attracted to me, but it’s just…”

Spencer's fingers reached up to my chin and tilted it up so I would be forced to look at him in the eyes. His gaze practically melted my insides. It was like that friction I felt turned into something like magma. His eyes bore into me and threatened him back with a gaze of my own.

“You’re very wrong if you doubt for a moment my attraction to you, honey. I just want you to know that’s not the thing I’m after. Sex with you is going to be amazing. But sex with you isn’t all that I want from you. It’s simply an added bonus.”

This man will truly be the death of me. But at least that death will be at the hands of multiple orgasms and intellectual conversation.

I choked as Spencer’s fingertips left my chin. He returned his hands to his lap and looked back at me. Our eyes met again and I offered him a soft smile. “You already make me happy, by the way. Happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

Spencer’s eyes shifted from my eyes to where our hands almost touched. The table was cool against my palm, which seemed to sweat at the very thought of being brushed up against Spencer’s hand. Neither of us dared to make a move, waiting in the thick silence for the other to break the spell laid before us. It’s tense, the space between us. His brown eyes, once blazing in the bar that night, were soft with concern and worry. I’m smart enough, albeit a little naive when it came to romance, that the look in Spencer’s eyes was enough to warn me of what was to come.

“I’m glad.” Spencer admitted. His eyes wandered around the room before finally they landed on my eyes yet again. It was like we were two magnets, made up of opposing poles, unable to stay apart for too long. Somehow we always ended up colliding in an unbreakable way. And I couldn’t say I disliked those of being bound by the law of physics to Spencer.

“I don’t want to beat around the bush anymore.” I ventured, setting down my fork to look at Spencer dead on. His eyes were the window to his soul and I, in that moment, read exactly what he was doing. “I really really really really like you Spencer. You’re so charming and handsome. And seem to actually like me? I don’t get that often. So when I do get it, it’s really something to me. What I’m trying to say,” I paused, eyes searching Spencer’s face for flashes of disagreement, “is that I’m ready?”

“For?” Spencer teased playfully, knowing exactly what I wanted. He shifted in his seat, eyes shooting back and forth from my eyes to my lips. He was going to make me say it out loud.

Again.

“You know what I mean.” I whispered, my voice hushed even though we were completely alone. Though know one was in the room I felt a wave of unease rush through me at the thought of this conversation getting out. Spencer’s hands gripped me and a pressure from my shoulders seemed to release at his touch. I thought that I should be worried about how affected I am by him. I was completely enamored in the way he talked, the way he carried himself, the way he held my hand and bought me my favorite books.

“I think I do.” Spencer said, his eyes were like liquid sugar and they melted my resolve. They completely washed away anything that held me back. Looking at Spencer, with our knees touching, it was hard to think straight. I felt the fire build in me. It was like warm embers burning deep inside of me. It threatened to swallow me whole and I was tempted enough by Spencer’s fiery eyes to just give into it.

So it goes, I thought.

“I think you do,” I repeated. I slotted Spencer’s hand into mine and squeezed. My heart leapt when he squeezed back, a silent sign that we were on the same page. I’ve never been on the same page as someone before. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but sitting there with Spencer with my knees pressed against his and his eyes burning into my skin, I think that I’d like to feel it again.

***

Spencer, as it turned out, was quite romantic. And, as it also turned out, I quite liked being on the receiving end of being romanced by him. It’s not to say I didn’t do my fair share of romantic gestures for him. There was a never ending supply of gently used books and homemade sweets made especially for Spencer nearly every time I saw him, which quickly became every day. I loved our lunches, but something told me I was going to love the entire weekend with Spencer alone even more.

He rested his hand against my thigh as I drove up the winding Virginia country roads. Spencer, I learned, hated driving, but was an excellent co-pilot. In his spare time, he memorized maps so he would know exactly where he was. If I already didn’t find him incredibly endearing and adorable, I would have fallen head-over-heels for him right then and there.

“It’s not much further.” Spencer said. He didn’t even look down at the map that rested on his lap. He gestured with one hand, showcasing his excitement. The other laid gently on my thigh. I could feel the warmth from his hand, yet when his palm touched my skin I felt goosebumps crop up.

“I always forget how beautiful it is up here,” I commented, turning on the blinker.

“I think you’re trying to manipulate me into saying that you’re beautiful too,” Spencer teased. His eyes were dark in the lack of light, but I swore I saw the color I’ve been searching for in them.

“Why,” I asked, “is it working?” I offered him a toothy smile, unafraid of showing off my crooked teeth. It seemed so innocuous, smiling fully, smiling carelessly, but I couldn’t remember a time I did.

“Of course it is.” Spencer said, blushing crimson as I chuckled. His thumbs brushed against my leg, reminding me of what was to come. I pulled into the driveway, the little cabin that Spencer found online even more charming in person than on the computer.

“Jeez, I can’t believe you insisted on renting this cabin for our weekend. I would’ve totally been fine with us going Dutch at the crappy Sonic and boning in the back of your Volvo.” I joked, leaning over the console and kissing Spencer on the cheek.

He reciprocated, moving his face towards mine so our lips slotted together. Spencer's hands cupped my head, keeping steady against him. We kissed plenty of times in between the nineteen lunch dates and the countless times he crashed on my couch. Sometimes those kisses were sweet, as if my lips could break if he placed too much pressure on them. And other times the kisses were fervent and rushed, as if he couldn’t bear to not be close to me.

Yet this kiss found itself lying somewhere in between.

“Could you please just enjoy me being nice to you.” Spencer said with exasperation. His sigh made me giggle against his lips. And he swallowed it with another kiss. “And though this cabin is fancy, the hot tub is entirely for my benefit.”

“Oh please you say that like I don’t want to see you walk around with nothing on, Spencer Reid,” I scoffed, “You are aware that women are just as much of sexual creatures as men are.”

I gleefully watched as Spencer’s cheeks tinged a bright pink and then his eyes narrowed into my face. He studied me like he was looking at me for the first time. His thumb brushed against my cheeks, my chin, my bottom lip, and then it gently rubbed against my cheekbone.

“I am aware.” His hand had snaked down to my neck, bringing me closer and closer to his lips. “Very aware, Y/N.”

***

I slipped my swimsuit over one of the towel bars, letting it dry overnight. Spencer came up behind me, his hands seeking the warmth underneath my sweatshirt. They felt big against my waist and his thumb dragged against my hip. It was the parts of myself that hardly saw daylight, that were never touched, never kissed or caressed.

“I told you that the hot tub was worth it.” Spencer whispered in my ear. I turned around to face him. My back was pressed against the counter. I didn’t realize I craved domesticity with Spencer until seeing his bottle of aftershave and my tube of moisturizer coupled on the counter. It was that simple little detail that sent shockwaves of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint up my spine and out my fingertips.

“I did enjoy it. It’s another reason why I got to convert you to the Kindle. You can read with the peace of knowing you’re not hurting your book if it gets wet.”

Spencer grunted, as if using an eReader was an affront to humanity. “I would rather eat a book than to read it on an electronic device. Besides, we both know why you prefer your Kinder.”

“Kindle,” I corrected, “And why do I prefer my Kindle?” I continued, staring at a fixed point as Spencer’s lips dipped below my earlobe, kissing a patch of skin that he found to be particularly sensitive.

“The books you read on there aren’t the kind of books that you’d want people to know you’re reading.” He replied, continued to pepper kissing against my neck and I gripped his gray tee shirt for some sort of grounding. “But I could tell,” he whispered, nipping my neck, “what sort of book you were reading. You do this thing with your lips. You wet them, part them, and then you let out this little breath. It’s adorable. And those eyes of yours, Y/N. They dart around like you’re going to get caught. You hide it well, but not from me.”

“Spencer,” I panted, my fingers clawing at his shirt, begging for him to take it off and toss me on the creaky bed, “Please. It’s been forever since we’ve…..”

I didn’t know what it’s been since or even what we were. All I know is that whatever it is could break my heart or bring me back to life. Spencer’s hands gathered the fabric of my sweatshirt at my waist. His forehead dipped against mine and I swore I heard him curse something that sounded like my name.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Spencer asked, his voice husky with a potent mixture of want and need and desire, “This is your first time and I want to make sure you’re into this. You’re perfect and I want you to know that–”

I cut him off with a kiss. Somehow, I jumped up so my butt rested on the counter and I braced my hands on either side of Spencer’s head as I crashed my lips against his. Instinctively, his hands creeped up to cradle my face, holding me like I was something precious, something sweet, something fragile.

“I don’t break,” I choked out in between breaths and kisses, “So don’t be afraid to fuck me, Spencer.” I cursed, wrapping my legs around his waist as a way to tell him just how much I desired him.

Spencer, finally, gave into me. He moved us from the cramped bathroom, holding up my weight as he entered the bedroom. I was tossed against the bed, ricocheting against the hard, springy mattress. He hovered over me, his eyes scanning my face, focusing on my eyes, my nose, my lips before kissing my forehead. It wasn’t the searing kiss against my lip I imagined it would be. It was sweet. Endearing even.

He motions for me to sit up, taking the opportunity to remove my sweatshirt. Spencer kissed along the column of my neck, smirking against my skin at my responsive squeals and squirms. He used his other hand to take up home against my waist, fiddling with the waistband of my shorts. I watched as he glared at me in the living room when I came out wearing sleep shorts that could hardly be defined as shorts. Now, he traced the ruffle hem with a delicate attention that could only be defined as analytic.

“Spence.” his name came tumbling from my lips before I could stop myself. It was halfway in between a plea and a prayer. His hands, long and lithe, gripped my thighs as he spread me apart, “Please hurry, Spencer.”

“Oh sweetheart, I plan on taking my time with you. We’re going to figure out exactly what you like. And then some.” He said, sounding too much like a diabolical scientist for my liking.

I licked my lips and then parted them and then let out a little breath.

And then I felt my cheeks burn as Spencer’s knowing chuckle reached my ears. “I told you. You have a very obvious tell. I told you it was adorable.” He said in a hushed tone. “So fucking adorable.”

“I would probably be even more adorable without my shorts on,” I quipped, grinning like I was pleased with myself.

Spencer scoffed, running a hand up and down my leg until he reached the ruffled hem of my shorts. His fingers dipped underneath them, feeling my soft, untouched skin. “You mean this pathetic excuse for shorts? This tiny piece of fabric made with the premise of driving me fucking insane?” He cursed, his hand returned from underneath my shorts. This time he rested it against the waistband. “Where did you buy these?” He asked.

“Target? I think? Like last summer. But there’s just sleep shorts. You can get them, like, anywhere.” He nodded, still staring at where his hand rested on my bare stomach.

“So you’re not overly attached to this particular pair of shorts?”

I shook my head, confusing coloring my face. But then I felt a ripping and noticed how Spencer’s face contorted with effort. In his hands he held scraps of fabric that used to be my shorts.

“You did not just rip my shorts?!” I faux shouted, but it turned into laughter. “What was that, Spence?” I dragged him up by his shirt to yet again, kiss him. “My god, you’re such a dork.”

“I thought you’d find it hot,” Spencer whispered sheepishly. His lips grazed across my lips, burning into my skin as he spoke. “But I’ll admit, it’s a bit out of character.”

“Yes,” I nodded, still laughing, “It was hot, but out of character.” I knotted my fingers into his hair, brushing my lips against his face, searching for any bit of him to kiss. I felt him against my hip, the removal of the thin layer of shorts did little to hide his arousal from him, but it did make this feel all the more real.

Spencer must have been able to read my mind, because his fingers bore into my waist and he ground down against me, sending that familiar friction down my lower belly and out through my toes. “Oh god, fuck.” I cursed, licking my lips as Spencer’s teeth nibbled against my collarbone.

“More in character?” He teased, his tongue tracing against the dip in my neck. He smiled into it, unraveling me in one fell swoop.

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, my hips thrusting upward to match his motions. “Are we…going to? Can we?” I panted into his mouth, so far gone that I could hardly care for the desperation that was laced in my voice.

“Yes, Y/N.” Spencer cooed, his voice soft as he sank lower and lower down the bed. He stopped when his face was in line with my knees and kissed my rough kneecaps. “God, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to taste you. Can I? Can I taste you, Y/N?”

“Yes, but I thought we were going to, you know…” I said, my voice trailing off with embarrassment. With Spencer I never felt as if I was this blundering late bloomer with a glaring V-card in her late twenties. But with that gorgeous man practically begging to eat me out, I felt completely lost.

“We are.” Spencer clarified. “But penetrative sex sometimes isn’t enough for women to reach their climax. And considering this is your first time, I want you to be as relaxed as possible. So starting off with an orgasm, or two, usually helps with that.”

Oh.

“Cool.” I said, totally uncool. Spencer smiles, his fingers breaching apart my thighs as I give him the nod of approval. “You’re the expert on this I guess. I mean, at least before me. Not that you don’t know what you’re doing—”

I stopped in my tracks when Spencer’s nimble fingers pulled down my underwear. His face is eye level with my center, that aches for his touch. He placed gentle kisses along the insides of my thighs. It’s like we’re a Rube Goldberg machine. His kisses, his nips, his wandering fingertips elicit a chain reaction of my drunken moans, my teeth biting my bottom lip, my hands grabbing fistfuls of bedding. Spencer’s agonizingly slow pace threatens to be the actual death of me. He teases me, his tongue darting closer and closer to my center.

It has to be forever before he finally licks a straight line up my center. With careful trepidation tongue breaches my folds, unearthing a whole other universe of pleasure against my entire being. He pins my hips down, demanding my full attention and focus.

“Was that alright?” Spencer asked, his breath shocking my core unnervingly. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

I knew by the tone of his voice that Spencer was teasing me. And I liked it. I knotted my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to my core. His tongue swirled around my clit and I squirmed against his face. I whined into my fist, attempting to stifle my whimpers.

“Don’t you dare,” Spencer ordered, snaking a hand that clutched around my wrist and brought it to my side. “I brought you to the woods for a reason, Y/N. There’s no one around. You can be as loud as you need to be, sweet girl.”

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I whined, allowing the pleasure to envelope me in a warm embrace. “I feel so good, so good, Spence. Can-can you put a finger in? Please?”

Spencer sneered at the question in my voice. Like there was a chance in hell that he’d deny my request. He slipped a finger into me and I instinctively tightened around him. Spencer’s voice shook with pleasure as he sung a string of swear words.

“Take your bra off, sweetheart.” Spencer pleaded. “Touch your nipples for me. It’s an erogenous zone for women. Your pleasure will be intensified.” Scrambling to follow his instructions, I tossed my bra to the floor and watched a stunned Spencer stare at me.

“Oh baby,” Spencer whispered, “You’re stunning. I could spend forever just staring at you.” He continued. “Do you like it when I have a finger buried inside this pretty pussy?”

Spencer’s palm brushed against my clit as his finger pumped in and out. I couldn’t respond to his question, yet I believe that my pathetic, desperate moans answered sufficiently. He licked his lips, parted them, and then let out a little breath. I smiled.

“You’re turned on.” I cooed, though it took all the strength in the world for me to string together the words to complete the sentence, “You did the thing.”

“Yes, I’m turned on, Y/N. Jesus, is the sky blue. You’re just too beautiful for your own good. Look at you.” He brought his lips to my core again, his tongue entering me as his finger continued to draw out moan after whimper.

“I think you like being full, baby.” Spencer assessed. “Would you like me to try another finger? Hmm? See how full you can be?” He asked, his eyes burned into my skin. It was like he was already replaying the memories of tonight in that amazing, brilliant brain of his. He watched me with a tenderness that I didn’t feel worthy enough to be viewed with.

He slipped another finger into my center, filling me to the brim. I squirmed against his palm, the friction from the movement electrifying my clit as I whimpered into the crook of Spencer’s neck. He toyed with my nipples, alternating between quick, sharp touches and wet, soft kisses that drove me half insane and half drunk with need.

“I–I think I’m close, Spencer.” I plead, as if I’m making a deal with the devil himself, when in reality I’m on the brink of Heaven being ushered over by my very own guardian angel.

“I know you are, sweetheart. I can tell. Your heart rate is speeding up and you’re so tight around my fingers. I can feel you throbbing around me, baby. Just a little bit more. And you’ll come all over my face? Huh? For me. Get you nice and relaxed for my cock.”

His crude words were a stark contrast to the gentle, yet firm way he coaxed her climax. Spencer’s steadfast way he guided her was evident through the bead of sweat that gathered against his brow. He studied her with deep concentration as she rode out her high.

“That’s my girl.” Spencer praised. “That was so good, baby. How did that feel? We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to. It’s at your pace. Whatever you want, Y/N. At whatever speed you want.”

God, if I hadn’t fallen in love with him already, I would’ve crashed from a skyscraper from that moment alone.

“That was like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” I panted, dragging Spencer up to my lips for a kiss. I tasted my arousal on his lips, something that I never thought would be hot, but somehow with Spencer it was. He grinned with a self-satisfied smirk that told me he would want to do what he just did again and again till he either got bored of it or died doing it. “But I need you. Naked. Like yesterday.”

Spencer chuckled. It vibrated through me. The sound of his laughter was enough to bring me back to life. I watched him, with my legs that felt like jelly, lift his gray cotton tee shirt and reveal his stomach and shoulders. It would take me several hands to count how many times I’ve hugged Spencer. He told me, in the beginning, that he was apprehensive of physical touch. But he, somehow, didn’t feel that way around me. I think it was because he felt safe with me. Whatever we shared, whether it was love or respect or a mutual sort of appreciation of each other, the one thing that ran constant was this sense of safety. Together, we lived without fear of judgment and ridicule.

So when I saw Spencer without his shirt on for the first time, it wasn’t like I didn’t know what to expect. I could feel his body when I hugged him, when we laid on the couch together and he pretended to fall asleep so he could spend the night cramped on my small sofa for the sole purpose of being able to make me breakfast in the morning. I knew where his body was soft, where it was lean and lithe, where he felt so strong he could break me in two without really trying, where he felt gentle.

Yet there was very little that could have prepared me for how Spencer looked without a shirt on. His hair was damp and I could smell my lavender soap that he stole. It clung to his neck and spread out in soft, brown waves. He wore gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. My eyes were directed to the slight V that formed and the trail of hair that most definitely led to somewhere I wanted to discover, to claim as my own, to plant my flag on…

“The way you’re staring at me,” Spencer started, “It’s very dangerous.” He said, his voice lower than usual as he watched me. My knees were clamped together as I rubbed my thighs, desperate for the slightest bit of friction. I decided that I no longer wanted to wait for either Spencer’s permission or his advice because it certainly seemed that he got off making wait and it was probably time to take matters in my own hands anyway.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, pulling Spencer forward by the drawstring of his sweatpants. Kissing along his stomach, I listened gleefully as his bodily responses to my ministrations. With an encouraging hand, he gently rubbed his thumb over my bare shoulder blade as my fingers reached his waistband.

“May I?” I asked, suddenly understanding why he found consent so sexy. I wanted to hear him beg for me. “May I take off your pants, Spencer?” I asked again, biting my lip in a ridiculously sexy way that would have been funny if either of us wasn’t so turned on to realize it.

“Yes,” Spencer sputtered out, as if his tongue was getting in the way of his speech. He bit his lip as my fingers reached into his sweatpants to reveal that he decided to forego underwear. “Holy shit, Y/N.”

“I–I don’t know what I’m doing with that.” I confessed, as Spencer’s sweatpants fell to the floor in a heap. “It’s a little intimidating.”

Spencer’s hand brushed my hair out of my face, “It’s okay. I’m so turned on that I’m not even going to need much. But I’ll show you, honey.” He reached down to hold my hand against his and then brought it to his erection. “There,” he said, the strain in his voice apparent. “Just like that. You can move your hand back and forth. Or…ah, that. Yes, that.”

I brushed my thumb over the head of Spencer’s erection, watching with a small bit of pride as his face twisted in pleasure. He, however, had enough strength to reconnect our lips. His hand crawled up the back of my head and pulled me towards him. I continued to drag my hand up and down his hardness as he moaned into my mouth. My name sounded like a cursed prayer or a sacred swear against his lips.

“I’m not gonna last, sweetheart. Your hand is too much as it is. I don’t think I’ll take it any much longer.” He pleaded against the expanse of my throat. Spencer left a collection of hickies as he let out a string of curses while I scrambled for the condoms I packed.

Finally, I found them. I said a silent prayer to whatever deity out there that was okay with premarital intercourse for providing me with the forethought of splurging for the 24 pack of condoms. I tossed Spencer one, watching as he tore it open and rolled it onto his leaking erection with precision.

“I’m ready for this, Spencer. Believe me, but I’m still just nervous. I know it doesn’t really mean anything. But it’s just…it’s silly. I know. But–”

He interrupted me, hushing my fears with a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere after this happens, Y/N. I want to see you like this, all splayed out for me, so sexy and needy. I want to see you with toothpaste stains on your ratty college tee shirts and ridiculously tiny sleep shorts. I want to see you at work and have to pretend that I don’t know that you have these freckles under your left knee that look like Orion. I like you a lot. So much that I’m more than half sure that I’m already fully in love with you.”

His fingers selfishly dug into my skin, marking me as his with greed and desire. I danced my fingers around his torso. If I could kiss every inch of him, I would with ease. I would’ve worshiped him sooner, knowing what he was hiding underneath his gray suits and striped sweater vests. With the way his eyes lit up as he gazed at my face, my neck, my chest, and then lower and lower, I actually felt myself fall in love with him.

It was with the ease of a well oiled machine’s gears falling into place that I fell in love with him. It was with the simplicity, yet wonder of a sunrise that I fell in love with him. It was with the joy of listening to him ramble about some arbitrary scientific topic that I didn’t know the first thing about that I fell in love with.

“You’re a wonder, Spencer Reid.”

He tsked, the vibrations tickled my shoulder as he kissed me over and over. I hummed in response as my hands snaked around his waist, wanting him as close to me as possible. Spencer caressed my breasts, pulling a pebbled nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger. His lightly calloused fingertips provided a delicious friction that caused me to cry out in pleasure. My hands found their home in Spencer’s hair, tugging his lips closer to mine. Just kissing him brought me to a state of pure bliss, I wasn’t entirely sure how I would handle what was to come.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Spencer asked, desiring my consent yet again. “You don’t have to do this just to please me. I’m entirely happy to have just done what we’ve done. I have a suspicion that eating you out is my favorite part.”

I laughed with my head thrown back. It exposed my neck and Spencer took the opportunity to kiss and nibble along a rather sensitive patch of skin. I giggled and Spencer smiled, clearly pleased by my happiness in the situation.

“I mean we could just do that again.” He offered with a shrug. I kissed him, bringing his head even with mine as I pulled both of us flush against the mattress.

“I’m ready, Spencer.” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist and rutting against him. I cried out at the friction, my will and resolve hanging on by a thread. He leaned down to whisper into my ear as he held himself steadily above me.

“You’re ready?”

“I’m ready. Don’t make me beg. It’s not cute, Spencer.” I puffed with a touch of annoyance, which Spencer found rather hilarious.

“On the contrary,” Spencer observed, his eyes scanning my naked form, “I think you’re adorable when you beg. But if we’re being honest, I think I’m the one that’s desperate for you. For this. For us to be something.”

“Fine. It’s cute when you do it.” I commented, brushing my fingers through Spencer’s hair as he smiled at me. “So you’re going to show me how to do this, right? Because I’m kind of lost by now.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Spencer said, his hands slipping down to my thighs and cupping underneath my knees. He spread me apart, kissing the soft skin of my inner thighs with an intense concentration. “I got you.”

I gulped and licked my lips as Spencer breathed against my torso. “Why are you the one that seems nervous?” I asked, half joking, half serious.

“You’re just too gorgeous for me. There’s so many things I want to do with you. But just looking at you is enough to drive me insane. You’re perfect. The most beautiful, funny, kind, wonderful, exciting girl I know. And you’re letting me….do this with you. Fuck, it almost makes me want to believe in miracles.”

Spencer, lost in his passionate ramble, nearly lost it when I rutted my hips against him. I decided he needed me to show him my desire for him, rather than continue to talk about it, as he was hellbent on showing me. He whispered praises for me, for my body, for my mind and our future as he kissed along my lower belly.

I nodded, the pressure that built in my belly was almost too much for me to bear. I cried out as I felt Spencer’s thumb rub tight, close circles around my clit. He positioned the head of cock against my core, teasing me as I whimpered against his shoulder.

“Fuck…how doesn’t this already feel so good.” Spencer cursed, holding himself above me. He wrapped my leg around his hip as if the motion could lock us together perfectly. “I’m going to let you get adjusted. Remember, anytime you need me to stop just tell me.”

“God, I’ll strangle you if you stop.” I panted, closing my eyes as Spencer’s cock inched deeper and deeper inside of me. I dug my hands into his shoulder, sure that I would leave bruises against his freckle speckled skin.

“Kinky. I didn’t think you would’ve had it in you. Then again. I’ve seen your Kindle history.” He teased, his hand gripped my leg as he tightened his hold on me.

“Enough about the lumberjack.” I panted with exasperation, much to Spencer’s enjoyment. He giggled against my collarbone as I concentrated on my breathing. I felt him fill me up, until he was fully buried inside of me. His talented, thin fingers continued to wreak havoc on my nerves.

“I doubt he could make you feel this good, baby.” Spencer cooed, lifting my leg to increase the depth of how far he was buried inside of me. He opened his mouth in pleasure, desperate himself for the sacred bodily contact that existed between the pair of us. I yelped, the pressure that boiled in my lower belly burned with a fiery passion that was unfamiliar.

“God, no. Fuck no.” I cursed, capturing Spencer’s lips in a toothy kiss. I felt the creases of his bottom lip against my tongue as I bit down. Spencer thrusted in and out of me, my folds dripping with heady pleasure. His thumb and index finger flicked and rubbed against my swollen clit as my cries cascaded around the room.

His one hand remained at my leg, hoisting me up closer and closer to where our bodies met as one. He gripped my flesh with greed, as if he already knew I belonged to him, body and soul. Spencer’s nimble fingers speed up his ministrations against my clit as I clenched around his cock. He smiled, kissing me as he praised me for taking him so damn well.

“That’s it. Fuck you’re so pretty with my cock buried inside of you, darling.” He sputtered, his one climax approaching as he edged me to the brink of pleasure only to rip the carpet out from underneath my feet. “You’re adorable if you think I’m going to let you go this easily. We’ve got the whole weekend for soft and sweet, Y/N. But right now, I want you to come around my cock so hard you see white. Can’t you do that for me, babe? Come for me.”

His tongue traced my bottom lip, tasting me as he chanted my name over and over. His voice was husky with desire and I could smell my lavender shampoo as his hair tickled my nose and chin.

Virginity is made up. It isn’t anything, really. And it went against every moral fiber of being to admit it, but as Spencer’s fingers worked against me and how his hips thrusted against my pelvic bone I knew that I belonged to him.

Yet it would make me a fool to not admit that he didn’t belong to me in the same way. I wrapped my leg tighter around his bottom, forcing our lower halves closer as we teetered oh so close to the edge. I felt hazy, as the lavender shampoo wafted over me, I begged to stay in it with Spencer. The lavender, the haze, the sound of his stifled moans as I clenched around him in a wanton desperation was all too much, yet it beckoned me forward.

“Come for me, Y/N.” Spencer urged, “Just like before, just like you do when it’s your fingers buried inside this pussy, wishing it was my cock.” He mumbled the encouragement across my sweat-stained skin as I approached my climax. I felt my second orgasm approach as Spencer rested his forehead against mine, kissing my nose as his hip movements continued. I clutched his face, desperate for more kisses, for more skin touching skin, for more Spencer.

“Spencer.” I panted, my orgasm causing my muscles to contract and release around Spencer’s pulsing erection. I felt him swallow a moan as he laced his fingers together with mine and kissed my knuckles.

“Fuck.”

He cursed. His lips dipped the hollow part of my throat. Spencer’s hips gave one, then two, and then three more sloppy thrusts as his cocked leaked into the condom. I felt a warmth that I had never felt before spread from my lower belly. A flush followed as Spencer’s fingertips traced against my breasts, causing my nipples to stand alert and pebbled.

“That was perfect.” I whispered. I kissed Spencer’s shoulder and clung to him in the haze that settled between us. “It was different than I expected. I guess when you’ve waited so long you build it up in your head. But then I waited even longer after that. So, it was better than I ever could’ve imagined. So thank you.” I flushed, my cheeks ablaze under Spencer’s intelligent gaze.

He continued to rub my nipple in between his index finger and thumb. I gave him the side eye, as if my single glance could read what he was thinking.

“Did you know that it’s possible for some women to have orgasms from nipple stimulation alone?”

“We have the entire weekend, you know? Besides, I’d feel bad. You only came once and I had like two and a half.”

“Pfft,” Spencer scoffed, “Who’s counting. Besides, I would much rather watch you come on my face or come from me playing with your nipples than me coming any day.”

I rolled my eyes and kissed Spencer on the forehead. “You’re an anomaly, you know that, babe? Why not after we eat? I’m starving. Sex makes me hungry I guess.”

I hissed as Spencer pulled out. It took a second to get adjusted to the sensation of him not being deep inside of me. But there was something that told me I wouldn’t have to wait very long.

“Studies show that we burn calories during sexual intercourse. A twenty-four minute session is said to have males burn 101 calories, while females burn 69 calories. And given that our session lasted quite a bit longer than twenty-four minutes, it’s safe to suggest that you’ve burned enough calories that it necessitates energy consumption in the form of food,” Spencer rambled, “Which makes me remember. You need to use the bathroom. UTIs and all.” He shuddered.

“Yes, Doctor.” I giggled as I slid past him on the bed. His hand, big against my upper arm, clawed at my skin. “After the snack can we try something where you just wear jeans and suspenders? I mean you did bring me into the middle of the woods. We’re literally surrounded by nothing, but lumber. Why not put my wild imagination to good use?”

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. you try to confess to suguru on valentine's day. due to a certain somebody, it doesn't go as well as you'd hoped. ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

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synopsis: it's your first valentine's day at jujutsu tech and you're crushing hard on a dark-haired senior student. you're determined to make him yours, a task that ends up being more difficult than you'd anticipated.

warnings: suggestive sexual activity, nothing too explicit.

a/n: this is dedicated to all the homophobic anons that have been blowing up my inbox lately to insist stsg are purely platonic. happy valentines day, girlies. this is for you 😘

it's only your first valentine's day at jujutsu tech, but you know in your heart of hearts that it's going to be the first of many with him. you may have joined late, a classmate of nanami and haibara in the year beneath him, but you've got the rest of your lives to make up for lost time. you may only be sixteen, but you're old enough to know what you want— and what you want, what you crave, is him.

you spent hours on the cards you made him, open-whens for every occasion. you pored over ever detail, spraying each one with your most expensive perfume and sealing it with a lipstick kiss. open when you're sad, open when you miss me, open when you need to smile. it's the perfect gift, answering his every whim with a handwritten note accompanied by a handpicked treat, designed to make him think only of you.

that's why, when you're standing in front of his door, you hesitate before raising a fist to knock. what if he doesn't like it? what if he doesn't like you? shaking your head to dispel these thoughts, you rap on the door, telling yourself for the hundredth time that the way he looks at you cannot be mistaken for anything other than pure adoration.

you wait with bated breath, bouncing on the balls of your feet. enough time passes that you start to wonder about knocking again. maybe he's not home? he could be out on a mission, the provider that he is. your heart cracks at the thought of him risking his life but you know he puts his duty above all else. it's one of the reasons you love him so much.

you're about to knock again when the door swings open, revealing a rumply suguru, hair mussed and collar popped. he smiles gently down at you from all 6'2 of his height and you have to actively fight the urge to swoon.

"hey, what can i do for you?" the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles kindly, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"this—this is for you," comes out of your mouth all in one breath as you push the giftbag out at him. the corner of his mouth quirks, eyebrow raised as he slowly takes it.

"that's very kind of you," he says, making eye contact. "you didn't have to do that just for me."

"i wanted to," you breathe, watching him chuckle.

"well, i feel very lucky," he says, brushing his hair out of his eyes. he smiles at you again and you blush, hard. "i just feel bad that i didn't get anything for you."

it takes every ounce of courage in your body to speak the next words. "i can think of something," you say breathlessly, tongue darting out to lick your lips. suguru is staring at you, and your heartbeat is thundering in your ears, the only thought echoing in your mind that this is it, he's going to finally kiss you it's literally happening right now oh my god—

"whatcha got there?" satoru pops up over suguru's shoulder, startling you into taking a step back. he's equally rumpled, his hair similarly mussed. you can only watch in abject horror as he unceremoniously plunges a hand into suguru's giftbag, pulling out a card.

"open when you want a kiss?" satoru reads, devilish grin creeping over his face. you're frozen as he barks out a laugh, tearing open the card to find a hershey's kiss inside. suguru rolls his eyes as he gleefully unwraps it and pops it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"that's rude, satoru," suguru chides, bumping him with an elbow. "they were just trying to do something nice, something that you could take notes from." satoru looks at you over the top of his glasses, munching on the candy you got for suguru, stolen from the gift you spent so much time making for him. he tosses the beautifully decorated card over his shoulder and you watch it flutter to the floor, landing amongst the clothes strewn around suguru's room.

"this was nice, that's for sure," satoru says derisively, blue eyes piercing. you gulp, and with the humiliation of a medieval peasant being tomatoed in town square, stutter out your goodbyes before fleeing back to your room. panting hard, you slide down in front of your door. slumping dejectedly, one thought crests in your mind: valentine's day isn't over yet, and you have plenty of time to make sure suguru knows that he's yours.

****

a few hours later, you've ventured out into tokyo and returned with a bouquet of roses. you went all out, buying the most expensive one the shop had even though you're a penniless student. you know you should be more budget-conscious, but you'd buy a hundred more bouquets if you could. he's worth it.

you're wandering around the halls, bouquet clutched against your chest, when you bump into haibara.

"hey haibara!" you exclaim. "do you know where geto is?" haibara tilts his head, chewing his lip while thinking.

"i'm pretty sure i saw him go into yaga's classroom earlier!" haibara says, pointing down the hall. you pat his arm and thank him, returning his sunny smile as you head down the hall towards yaga's classroom.

pausing outside, you wonder again if you've done too much. no, you reassure yourself, he's going to love it just like he loves you. red roses are classic and he's a classy man, only one year older than you but what can you say? you've always liked them mature. dignified.

the door is shut, which is weird because yaga is notorious for always keeping his open. as you shift the bouquet to your other hand to grasp the doorknob, your phone clatters onto the floor with a loud clank. swearing to yourself, you hike the bouquet up into your elbow and reach down to grab your phone. straightening and trying to look as alluring as possible, you open the door.

you're confronted with the sight of suguru, standing behind the podium that yaga usually lectures from. he's gripping the sides of the wood, his knuckles almost white. his lower body is obscured by the bottom half of the podium, only the top of his chest and shoulders visible.

what is he doing with the podium? probably rehearsing a speech for something incredibly important, as he is wont to do. your respect for him only grows.

"hey," suguru smiles at you, although it seems little tight. "what can i do for you?"

you start to walk towards the podium, intending to give him the roses, but stop in your tracks once he throws a hand up in alarm.

"w-wait, i'm just— i just have a little cold, i think i'm sick. i wouldn't want you to catch it," he smiles kindly, and your heart warms.

how thoughtful. that's your suguru, always looking out for the people around him. you smile to yourself, laying the massive bouquet of roses on the table.

"these are for you," you say shyly, gesturing to the flowers.

"that's —ah!— very kind of you," suguru's face is pinched, his grip tightening around the podium. you raise an eyebrow and he chuckles hastily, waving a dismissive hand.

"just got a charley horse, you know how it is. from all the— training, all the time."

you never cease to be amazed. such an incredibly dedicated protector— that's a real man.

"i hope you like them," you say bashfully. suguru appears to briefly choke on his tongue before swallowing hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"i like it—them, i like them very much," he hastily amends, face contorting in an effort to remain causal.

"would you wanna grab coffee or something later?" you ask, summoning every drop of bravery in your sixteen year-old body.

suguru's eyes nearly bulge out of his head, and for a moment you wonder if you've said the wrong thing. he tips his head back, inhaling deeply and exposing the long column of his throat. his fingers flex against the wood of the podium.

"s-sure, i'd— i'd like that," he manages, attempting a smile. your heart soars.

"i just n-need to finish up some, uh, stuff in here so— so i can, um, meet you later, if that works!" it comes out in a rush, suguru's breaths growing laboured. you nod ecstatically, thinking that this could not have gone better. waving in farewell, you skip out the door, practically floating down the hallway.

as you're about to round the corner, you realize a familiar weight is missing from your pocket. fuck, in all the excitement, you forgot your phone! you rush back the way you came, opening the door only to be greeted with a flushed suguru and a mussed satoru, wiping at his mouth.

"oh! hey!" suguru's voice is a little shrill, eyes wide. "satoru just popped by to help me with my— my, um, stuff! he just got here and now he's leaving!"

your brows crease in confusion. you didn't see satoru in the hallway.

"he teleported here," suguru says hurriedly in explanation. "you know how he is, always breaking the rules!" he huffs out a laugh but it sounds manufactured. your eyes dart over to satoru, who's levelling you with a cool stare. you suddenly have the inescapable sense that you are prey.

"i do enjoy breaking the rules," satoru intones, voice laden with meaning. he ignores the warning look suguru shoots him and takes a step toward you, the knees of his pants visibly dirty.

"and i'm even more willing to break rules —laws, even— to protect what's mine," satoru says darkly, eyes never leaving yours. the bouquet sits on the table, forgotten. silence hangs heavy in the room, broken only by suguru's nervous laughter.

"that's satoru, always a jokester!" he titters with too much levity, but you think that you've never heard satoru sound more serious. you have no idea what he's talking about but the urge to leave overwhelms you, satoru's eyes following your every move as you snatch up your phone and scurry from the room.

you pause down the hall, panting. sighing to yourself, you think that the third time has to be the charm. suguru agreed to a date, after all, and that's a win in your books. you straighten, shaking out your hair. valentine's day isn't over yet; you have plenty of time to make him yours. he basically is already, you think giddily as you set off in search of shoko.

****

"you want to what?"

"surprise suguru while he's sleeping!" you exclaim excitedly. "i texted him to see when he wanted to meet up for coffee and he said he's feeling a little tired from his cold, so he's gonna take a nap and meet me after."

shoko looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow. "and you want to break into his room and surprise him."

you nod enthusiastically. "that's why i need your key to his room!"

"he gave that to me for emergencies," shoko sighs, handing over the key from her pocket. she takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly.

"you sure you wanna do this?" she asks, sounding like she knows something you don't. you brush it off, practically vibrating with excitement.

"of course! i know he'll love it!" your smile is eager and the corners of shoko's lips quirk upwards, like she's suppressing a smile. she shrugs, sliding her hands into her pockets as she turns to leave. "up to you, i guess. go for it."

shoko heads down the hallway and you're bouncing on your feet with excitement. the gigantic sign you made with yours and suguru's names encapsulated by a massive heart is tucked under one arm, glitter flaking off onto the floor as you stride purposefully to his room. it's only six p.m and he said he'd be up by six thirty, so he's definitely fast asleep right now. it's the perfect time to surprise him.

your heart thunders in your chest as you pick up the pace towards his door. you won't hesitate this time. you're sure of yourself and you're sure about how much he's going to love you.

not wasting a second, you take shoko's key and slide it into the door. not wanting to wake him rudely from sleep, you turn it quietly, thinking that you'll gently wake him up with the sign and a smile. you grin to yourself as the lock clicks, shivering in anticipation.

as you silently push the door open, the first thing your ears pick up on is a rhythmic thumping noise, like a bed banging against the wall. it's dark, so you can't quite see anything and you squint, trying to adjust to the low light.

"ah, suguru, harder!" your blood runs ice cold, your heart plummeting to your feet as every single hair on your body stands on end. you can only stand there, gobsmacked, as your eyes adjust to two figures moving beneath a blanket on suguru's bed.

"nngh, baby, right there!" moans a voice that is unmistakably satoru's. you're frozen in place, sign clutched loosely in one hand. you hear suguru chuckle and the bed squeak as he flips them over.

"you like that?" he asks breathlessly, smirk audible in his voice. you've never felt so fucking ashamed as the blanket falls off suguru's shoulders, exposing his toned back as he hikes satoru's leg further over his shoulder. the muscles of his ass are flexing as his hips thrust relentlessly, long hair cascading down his back.

paralyzed with shock, your hand suddenly relaxes and the sign clatters to the floor. you can't do anything but stand there in horror as suguru whips his head around, eyes blown wide in panic. he yelps at the sight of you, yanking the blanket over his shoulders, covering himself and satoru.

he scrambles up the bed and satoru's white head pops up from beneath the blanket, cheeks flushed. there's a horrible moment where everyone just stares at each other.

"i wasn't— i'm just— i'm sorry, i didn't mean—" your heart is in your throat, ears flaming red with humiliation. you want nothing more than to leave but your feet are plastered to the floor, imprisoning you in this nightmare.

"that's right, bitch," satoru huffs smugly, clearly out of breath. he looks like he would flip his hair if it was long enough. "he's mine."

you're utterly speechless as suguru pushes at satoru's shoulder, rolling his eyes. "it's not a crime to be nice, satoru. they were just trying to express their feelings on valentine's day."

he meets your horrified gaze, eyes kind. "i am afraid, though, that i am a taken man."

you can only watch as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, smiling gently. "i'd still love to hang out with you though, as friends."

"that—that's okay," you blurt, voice shrill. with shaking hands, you lean down to grab your sign, attempting to obscure it from view.

"h-happy valentine's day!" the speed with which you flee suguru's room is only rivalled by usain bolt's iconic 100m dash at the 2008 olympics.

you eventually make it out to the quad, finding shoko smoking on the steps. you look at her, eyes full of despair, and she just laughs.

you don't see suguru and satoru for the rest of the day, both because you're avoiding them and because they never leave suguru's room. sitting dejectedly in your room while tearing the sign into pieces, you think morosely that valentine's day should be renamed to S.A.D: Single Awareness Day. or perhaps Satoru is A Dick, because after today you've learned both are true. you know one thing for sure— you're never celebrating valentine's day again.

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louloulemons-posts · 7 months

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could you do an eddie fic where reader is on her period and he like takes care of her ik it's kinda weird but i think it would be so cute 🥰

Sweet Treat Cramps

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.5k

Warnings : not proofread, fluff, periods lmao, it’s just a bunch of cuteness.

A/N : thank you for your request, we need more period comfort fics honestly, it’s not something people should be grossed out by so i kinda made eddie not bothered by it. hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻

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You hummed in contentment, snuggling into Eddies warmth, “Good morning Sweetheart.”

“Mornin’ Eddie.”

He sighed, holding you closer to him, fingers tickling up and down your back. “You’re going to make me fall back to sleep.”

“That’s kinda the point, keep you here with me all day.”

“You have band practice and a show,” you chuckled, sleepily.

“Ugh don’t remind me.”

“Don’t act like you hate it.”

“I don’t hate it, I just hate the thought of leaving this bed,” he said, pecking your forehead.

You nodded, snuggling closer, but you felt something. Oh shit. No no not yet. You weren’t even due on for the next few days.

“You know what Eds, I’ll be right back.”

“No no, don’t leave the bed,” he whined.

“I’m gonna pee the bed if I don’t get up.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“You’re so gross,” you laughed, clambering out of his arms and the bed.

Once you’d left his room you practically sprinted to the bathroom. Opening a cupboard up you groaned at the sight of the empty tampon box and pad packet.

You didn’t even remember using them all .. and putting the empty packs back? Eddie Munson you strange boy what have you done with them?

Leaving the bedroom you grabbed your car keys and headed to the vehicle hoping you’d had one in there somewhere. You popped the glovebox open, rummaging around in there.

There was nothing in there either, you sighed, resting your head against the back of the seat. A tap on your window made you jump, Eddie stood there in his pyjamas, hair pulled back into a low bun.

“What are you doing out here Sweetheart?” he asked, opening the door. “Uhh I was looking for a pad, or a tampon or anything.”

“What about the ones in the cupboard?”

“Nope.”

“Shit must have given them to Max. Tell you what, you go in, take a shower, get comfy. I’ll head to the store,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, head in.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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“Honey I’m home!” you heard Eddie call out. Drying your hair with a towel, you shouted back to him, “Bedroom Eds.”

“Hey baby,” he smiled, popping his head round the door. “Hi.”

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh hush up.”

“Here’s your things,” he said, passing you a bag. “Thank you love.”

“Of course, I’ll get you a heating pack okay? You got cramps?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay I’ll fix you some meds too.”

“Thank you bubby.”

Fixing yourself up and climbing into some sweatpants and Eddies hellfire shirt. Hearing a small knock on the door, “You’re good to come in.”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’ve got your things and I made you a tea. There’s some treats in the bag, hersheys, some juice.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Nah I just love you.”

“I love you too. Can we cuddle before you go to practice.”

“Sure and hey if you’re not feeling good, don’t force yourself to come to the show okay?”

“I will be at that show,” you said sternly.

“Okay okay,” he held his hands up in mock defence.

“Cuddle me Munson.”

“As you wish,” he said, dropping onto the bed next to you.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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hippolotamus · 3 months

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Eddie’s thumb hovers over the location dropdown in the weather app, just like every day. And just like all those other days he allows himself to click it. The list unfolds as he huffs a humorless chuckle at how much it’s grown.

When he got his first cell, the only place he ever needed was current location. Technically, it’s still the only one he needs. Regardless he’s continued adding to it through the years. Hershey, Virginia Beach, a couple random towns in the Carolinas, Georgia and Florida. Fucking Sundance, Wyoming. All because he gave up pretending he doesn’t need to know.

It’s sunny, mid-50s today. A nice break for the time of year. Eddie scrolls through the upcoming week, noting a heavy snowstorm hitting in a few days. His nose wrinkles and he begins to worry his bottom lip between his teeth. Another thing born out of pure habit.

Not for the first time he types out a few messages before deleting them again. Eddie doesn’t even know if he’s got the right number. It’s been nearly three years since they exchanged anything at all. Not since Eddie could have manned up and told Shannon he could be a father, but not a husband. Not her husband, anyway.

He could have just been honest and said what he wanted when she finally decided to show up in her second trimester. He and Evan could have continued building a life together. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. Especially when it comes to all the bullshit his own dad drilled into his head about responsibility and honor and god knows what the fuck else. In the end it was too sticky to let go, trapping him like a spider web.

He can’t even say it was worth it because she loves him and they’re making it work for the sake of Christopher. Because why would that have happened? Instead all he got was a tour in Afghanistan, divorce papers (not that he’s surprised or blames her at all) and coming back to an empty house. Well, not totally empty. He’s got a son he’s still getting to know outside of a screen and shitty internet connection. A son he could have been raising with the love of his life this whole time.

Hope your coat’s warm enough, cowboy he types.

“Daddy!” Chris babbles from the floor, using Eddie’s pant leg to pull himself to standing. His toothy smile is on full display while he looks up at Eddie like he hung the goddamn moon and stars.

“Hey there little man.” Eddie tosses his phone to the side in favor of picking up his son and arranging him on his lap. Chris snatches up the yellow car from the next couch cushion, choosing to run it in a small loop over Eddie’s forearm, shoulder and chest. “Where are you off to today? Big race?”

Chris shakes his head vigorously. “Outer space,” he says as though that should have been obvious.

Eddie chuckles to himself. “Of course. How long until liftoff?”

There’s no answer as plastic wheels continue zooming along until Chris decides he’d rather be on the floor again. Eddie loosely assists as his son climbs back down. Some days are more difficult than others, but he tries to follow the physical therapist’s advice to let Chris do as much as he can by himself. She says it won’t do either of them any good in the long run. Eddie can certainly see the wisdom in that even if he’s constantly itching to roll Chris in layers of bubble wrap.

He blindly grabs for his phone, buzzing from the coffee table. “Hello?”

At first there’s complete silence and he winces thinking it’s yet another telemarketer. Before he can check he hears rustling, like someone’s covering the mouthpiece.

“Hello?” He asks again, more insistent this time.

“Uh, sorry. Didn’t think you’d actually pick up.”

Eddie thinks he might drop the phone. Or throw up. Maybe both? Probably both.

“Evan?”

tagged by the lovely and talented @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks for Inspiration Saturday (go check their posts, I’m very excited) Instead of working on anything current, I wrote this instead. Not sure I have any actual plans to expand it, I just had to get it out of my system, y’know? So, bon appetit or whatever 💖

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gremlintheslut · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 7 aphrodisiac & over stimulation

Master list

Warnings aphrodisiac, overstimulation, mommy kink, masterbation oral (m receiving), sub!tommy

Aphrodisiac and overstimulation

Tommy didn’t know what fucking sex chocolate was. So how was he to know that when he found chocolate in your closet that he shouldn’t eat it? It was in a ziplock baggie, unlabeled and his curiosity got the best of him. Tommy was a nosy son of a bitch too. There was no hiding things from him, because he always snooped around no matter how many times he’d been in your room. It was slightly annoying, but oh well. So he had sat on your bed, eating all ten mini chocolate bars, grinning. He figured you hid it from him because you wanted it all to yourself, but he had found it.

That’s what you get for hiding his favorite treat from him.He stuffed the ziplock baggie back into the closet and popped back into your bed, curling up on top of the covers as he awaited your return. As he laid there, he began to feel… odd. A warmth had begun to bubble in his lower stomach. His skin felt hot, like fire almost, and he thought maybe he had gotten sick. But no, he ate chocolate all the time. So what was it?

He sat up, rubbing at his sweaty brunette curls, pushing them off of his sweat slicked forehead as he took a deep breath. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down to see the very prominent bulge in his jeans. Why was he hard? He didn’t really feel horny? He shrugged it off, figuring it would go away soon enough. But it didn’t go away. It in fact become worse. So much worse that he ached, the confines of his jeans proving uncomfortable against his ever growing erection. What had gotten into him? He checked the time and figured he still had a while before you got home, so why not just rub one out?

Sure, your touch felt so much better than his own, but at this rate he didn’t think he could wait for you to get home, plus he was a bit embarrassed. He shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable as he popped the button on his jeans. A quiet sigh of relief left his lips as some of the pressure lifted. He slid them down just to his knees, hoping this would be quick and he could redress as if nothing happened. Next: the boxers. They were oddly more wet than usual, his cock seeming to seep pre-cum. He usually did produce quite a bit, but this? Yeesh this was extreme. He slid them off, grimacing at the stickiness it left in its wake.

His cock was red, tip dripping and searing hot. Slapping his stomach as it was released from its confines, it twitched, signaling that he really needed to start fucking touching himself before it got worse.Tommy was an impatient person. He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it then and there. Why should he have to wait? So, he spat into his hand before gingerly wrapping it around his engorged length, mouth falling open as a heavy breath fell from them. Your hand would feel much better, but right now his felt pretty fucking good.

A few strokes in had him whining. Tommy was always loud, didn’t matter if he was alone or with you. He always made his pleasure known. He thumbed over the tip, spreading the viscous liquid that seemed to pour from his sensitive cock head. God how he wished you were here right now.

A few more pumps of his rock hard cock had his stomach tensing, lip bitten tightly between his teeth as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It felt so good, but at the same time not enough. He wanted you. Your touch. Your warmth. “Fuck- fuck fuck please-“ he cried into the empty space, bucking into his hand as he got closer to his release.Poor poor boy. Little did he know you had just gotten home, with his Hershey chocolate bar. If he’d just been patient… You called out his name but he was so lost in his pleasure that he hadn’t heard.

He also didn’t hear when you made your way up the stairs to your room, a puzzled looking crossing your face at the quiet mumbled whines and pleas coming from inside. Then it dawned on you. It was Tommy. He was probably too horny to wait for you to get home and was getting himself off.

You decided to watch him for a moment in silence, watching how his hand flew rapidly over his cock, practically squeezing the life out of it as he got right to that edge.He was so far gone that when you fully opened the door and stepped inside, he couldn’t stop. He saw you, but made no move to cover himself up. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment, a drastic difference from the way his hand rubbed over his cock.He looked at you with wide eyes, pleading. He just prayed you wouldn’t stop him.

He wouldn’t be able to handle it, really. It would kill him. You closed the door behind you and took a step towards the bed, seeing how distressed he was. You’d punish him later, but now you saw how much he needed this.

“Cum, Tommy.” Was all you mumbled, all he needed before his hips seized up, head thrown back into the pillow as ropes of hot, white cum spurted from his cock, falling over his chest and hand. You sat beside him on the bed, marveling at just how wrecked he looked. Panting, sweaty and… still hard? Sure, Tommy had good stamina but it always took him at least five minutes to regain an erection after a release.“What the fuck- I- it’s like I wasn’t even horny and then just- BAHM! You’re hard… and it feels different. Like more intense. It’s weird." He mumbles still out of breath

His words made you stifle a laugh and he looked at you with a frown, obviously upset that you were laughing at him. You stood up, walking to your closet and opening it. There it was. The now empty ziplock baggie that once contained your special chocolate. “Tommy please tell me you didn’t eat all of those-“ “I was gonna save you some but it tasted so good- it was fancy chocolate, not like the Hershey bars. I figured you were hogging it from me.” You held up the Hershey bar in your hand. “I got this for you, Tommy. That was for me.”

“Well you shouldn’t have hid it from me. That’s mean, so I ate it. Alllll of it- agh fuck- god my dick hurts-“ he groaned, looking up at you with a pained expression.“Yeah no fucking shit-“ He looked confused.“Tommy you ate all of them… seriously? Oh my god- you’re going to be so sick-“ “Why? Was it poisoned?”

“No! It’s- it’s an aphrodisiac… the chocolate.. oh Jesus-“He began to squirm "You expect me to know what that word means?” “Sex chocolate, Tommy. I got it from a sex store because I wanted to try it with you…you’re not supposed to eat more than one in three hours and no more than four in a day… Tommy, you ate ten of them.” “…oops?”“Do you feel okay?” You asked, voice taking on a worried tone.

“Other than my dick? Yeah I think so. I’m just- really hot- and- mmm can you please touch me? Just a little bit- you can just jerk me off- I’ll take anything.” There it was. The begging already started. How could you say no to him? Part of you wanted to punish him, but it seemed as if he was already punishing himself. He realized his mistake.“So it’s like- when a man takes viagra to get hard?” “Kind of. It enhances things-“ without warning you wrapped your hand around tommy’s poor, hard and dripping dick, causing him to lurch forward.

If he thought his touch felt good, yours felt like heaven. He swore it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.“Can you- s-suck it?” He whined, bucking into your hand. “Please it’s been sooooo long since you’ve given me head- I need it so bad baby-“ the last time you gave him head he had came in your mouth with no warning. You weren’t a fan of his cum, or any really, so you didn’t enjoy it.

“I promise I won’t cum in your mouth-“ he continued “please please pretty please?” He was always so good with his begging that you gave in, leaning down to take the tip into your mouth. You grimaced a bit at the taste of his previous release. Many people liked the taste of cum, but you had just never seen the appeal. Still, you continued down his cock until your nose hit the bush of curls on his groin. Tommy felt like he was having a heart attack. He writhed on the bed, hips bucking into your mouth but then pulling away. It was too much, but it wasn’t enough at the same time. “F-fuck- fuck I’m so sorry for eating that chocolate-“ “I bet you are, baby.”

You popped off his dick to reply before letting your tongue swirl over the tip in a teasing manner. A tear dropped from Tommy’s eye at your teasing. He had never felt this needy or desperate in his entire life. He wanted this to end, but at the same time he didn’t. And all the while a deep ache settled into his stomach. He had taken too much, and it was beginning to border on uncomfortable. He vowed that once this was over, he’d never eat an unlabeled chocolate bar ever ever again. Maybe any chocolate ever for that matter.

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#tommy lee smut #tommy lee #motley crue smut #motley Crue #mommy #kinktober #kinktober day 7

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soapels · 1 year

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gratitude

simon “ghost” riley x female reader

you’re always the one thanking ghost, and though he likes to tease you for it, he thinks it’s about time he starts showing you his own gratitude.

content: suggestive themes, slight violence, ghost is tsundere but really cares about reader!

notes: sorry guys i had to post this for a second time since there was a bug before!! i unfortunately cant put a read more option so…🥲 anyway. no smut this time!! but in the next fic (soap), u can count on it!!

“Heads up, soldier.”

You wince just in time to narrowly miss an item to the face, hand reacting- clasping- and promptly dropping whatever the hell he threw your way.

Glancing up with an attempt at a glare (but your lips are curling and you can’t ever really be mad at him), your gaze meets your Lieutenant’s, inscrutable as always, brown eyes glinting beneath his mask.

“Brilliant catch, Y/n.”

“Oh, c’mon!!” You whine, fighting back a big grin as you finger for the object (some sort of food, you surmise without looking) fallen in your lap. And you stand, then, striding casually over to Ghost. “Your aim isn’t so good outside of snipers and pistols- don’t blame it on me!”

You’ve got the feeling his brow is quirked beneath the skull extension. That he’s battling a smile of his own and, when you nab him playfully against his shoulder- flashing him that cute little scrunched nose of yours- he nearly loses.

“That so?” He’s not convinced. You huff, “yeah! Ought to put you back in selection, I think!”

He hums, low and brief at that. And you can tell there’s some jest there, can vaguely recognize the humor he’s trying to convey, but it comes out clipped and sort of weird, like he’s not so sure how to do it the right way.

“I think,” he starts, in that thick Manchester accent, idly adjusting the big gun strapped to his chest, “I was aimin’ for your head, and hit right on target.”

Once it clicks, you huff and spin away. “Oh, you jerk.”

And on your way out of the wrecked, dusty room- “Didn’t even check it, did ya?”

Looking down, deciding to bite your tongue- partly out of obedience but mainly out of curiosity, you pause in your tracks.

Clutched in your fingers is a bar of Hershey’s.

“Oh,” you breathe. If you’re blushing, you do (hopefully) good not to show it, blinking away the delicate warmth of your cheeks as you sniff and belatedly turn around to face your statuesque Lieutenant. Owlish, you are.

The two words are simple enough, but they somehow get stuck in your gums regardless and the faint awkwardness of Ghost’s stance doesn’t go unnoticed either. He’s stiff and heavy and big but the sun leaking in through the busted windows coats him in a sort of tenderness. Makes him sunnier than he really is, paints all his red in yellow, washes his death away in a river of gold.

You smile good. “Thank you.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, giving you a frank nod before he clears his throat and lets his shoulders slump some. “No trouble. Found it in a pile of dust. Thought you might like it.”

You huff for the umpteenth time. Still, can’t snuff out the little grin that pulls up your cheeks, so you turn away and shake your head. “C’mon, Simon, just say you’re welcome or somethin’… Ain’t that hard.”

There’s a beat of silence before you walk to the door, but you pause once more. Feel like you should, like something was holding you back there- some unseen force gripping you in place like a vice.

“I… won’t get poisoned if I eat this?”

He makes a halfhearted sort of scoff. “Hope not.”

“Ghost!”

“Nah,” he finally answers.

The fun’s over, the flesh of the joke was dragged on for as long as it could be. And the dust settles over the room again, on his shoulders and the muzzle of his glinting gun. His brown eyes flicker down to it as he talks to you, figures he ought to stare at something other than you like he has been for the entirety of five minutes.

“You like sweet things, don’t ya? Eat up, then, we’ve got a ways to go before home.”

You don’t have to say anything. It’s not a necessity and- of all people in the world- Ghost wouldn’t take offense if you left wordless.

“…Thank you,” you say anyway. Tender, more soft than the previous time, but you can’t find it in you to look him in the eye right now for some odd reason.

“Already said that, pet.”

“W-Well, I said it again.”

“That ya did.”

Then, after a heavy stretch of spoiling silence, you do leave.

♡

He’s not very good at controlling his temper, even after all the management.

If that wasn’t obvious before, it’s being made abundantly clear now, Ghost a towering fortress as he stands between you and the enemy who managed to weasel in through the back.

You’re not so sure what the guy’s saying, mostly due to the ringing in your ears, the shock of it all- but the fact that he’s speaking another language certainly doesn’t help your case.

Squirming on the floor in a puddle of his blood, the man chokes back a cry as Ghost lowers himself to one knee beside him.

Slow. Calculated. Ghost knows what will happen, and he has no qualms about it.

“¡Solo déjame ir, vamos, estaba siguiendo órdenes! Malditos pedidos! ¡Solo déjame! No diré una palabra…”

You don’t know what he’s saying—

“D-Déjame ser.”

But Lieutenant’s brushed up on his Spanish.

From your spot behind Simon, half curled up in a ball with your pistol lying a few feet away on the tile, you watch something glint in the moonlight.

“lo haré.”

A blade, your brain quickly supplies, but before you can think much of it- there’s a sickening stab, sharp meeting something spongey- a hushed scream (lost in Simon’s gloved hand)- and a dying gurgle.

Simon intakes a shaky breath. Slowly shifts, drawing his knife to his pocket, tosses a calm glance over his shoulder at you.

Stands to his feet and, for a blistering, ever fleeting moment, you feel vaguely afraid of the hulking man standing over you.

“Tell me you’re alright,” is all he says, though, extending a hand- his clean one- out to you.

You exhale, breath almost as shaky as his. And you take it.

“I’m alright.” You whisper.

♡

He’s… softer later.

After you’ve showered and your hair smells of honey and something else sweet, a fluffy towel wrapped around your nakedness as you emerge from the bathroom.

Propped against the wall opposite the door, clad in civvies, Ghost’s brown eyes meet yours- faintly tired- and go blank.

Realization kicks in, for the both of you.

“Bloody hell,” he sort of snaps, “forgot your clothes, have you?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt improperly, smaller hands scrabbling to secure your towel as you take a timid step back, shrinking halfway behind the shower room’s door. He doesn’t really face you as he says,

“No need… S’pose I don’t quite belong here anyway, do I?” It’s not rhetorical; with a mad blush to your cheeks (that you cannot blink away this time), you hear him clear his throat.

“I wanted to…”

He’s chewing on the words he has to say. But it’s hard to say. Awkward, too- and the situation is already uncomfortable enough, he can tell he caught you well off guard- if your skittering stance and darting eyes were the least bit credible.

(To his defense, he thought you’d be fully clothed- at the very least in a tanktop or sweats- and prepared. And to yours- you thought most if not all of your fellow soldiers would be in a deep sleep by now, if the clock that read three am was still working, and you forgot your nightwear anyway.)

So he just chews and chews and chews.

“Earlier,” but he does find his way again, albeit somewhat uneasy. “That bastard got you good,” he says gruffly, dark eyes meeting yours for a moment across you. Anger spikes in him at the recent memory. “…Your ankle feel alright?”

“Oh,” you breathe, throwing a thoughtful glance down to the gnarly, blossoming bruise peeking out from the short towel. Managing a sheepish, somewhat tired smile his way, you nod.

“Mm, I’m alright. I told you, ‘member?”

And that little, charming grin that burrows somewhere deep within his chest.

“I do,” he eventually confirms.

Beads of water run down your shoulders- he catches one slipping down your chest, between the valley of those gorgeous breasts before disappearing under the damn towel. And your hair is wet, stray strands plastered to your forehead, curls sticking at your cheekbones, you look something of an angel, all doe-eyed and vaguely embarrassed, trying hard to keep it all in check. Your cheeks are a healthy flush from the cold water.

You glow like a sweetheart and Ghost, he- He stands as still as a dead thing in the awful fluorescence of the hall.

The better part of his rationality strikes him next.

He quickly turns away, adjusting his balaclava before tucking his hands in his pockets, and he won’t let you glimpse his face as he points a foot in the direction of where he presumedly came from.

“Well, glad to hear, Sergeant. Could afford to lie better, though.”

You huff fondly, nibbling on the insides of your cheeks. “What,” you say, just before he can force out his parting words and leave you. “You came to help me or somethin’?”

He’s quiet for one long second.

“…You gonna tell me no?”

You smile, all sheepish, but partly entertained. “No.”

You want to believe it’s a stubborn grin curling under his mask when he glances over to you once more, because his eyes seem to glint pleasantly and the breath he takes in isn’t so controlled.

“You get dressed then, yeah? Put on somethin’; come once you’re ready.” He tells you, voice a fond rumble in the odd flicker or two of the fluorescence overhead.

“O-Okay,” you agree rather quickly, inching out some from the doorway, steam rising from behind you like a tidal wave as you timidly add, “I-It’s late though-? Don’t you wanna sleep?”

Searching for any reason why he can’t take you, why harboring you in his bunkroom may be a bad idea, why he may regret it.

Not that you’re planning on anything devious- like childishly knocking him in the shoulder or reaching for his mask, or ripping the sheets from his bed, even- just that you’d hate to fuck up around your strong Lieutenant, and you know his grouchiness is often heightened when he’s low on rest.

“Can you sleep?” He counters back.

You inaudibly clear your throat, fingers gently fiddling with the hem of your towel and Simon watches it all cautiously as you belatedly meet his eye. “I’ll change.”

Your nod is returned, and he shortly leaves. “You do that.”

The whole way back to the room you’d been assigned to, you limp.

♡

You come back to him in a snug tanktop and striped pajama pants that graciously hide the ugly bruises just at the bone of your ankle.

One knock, two knock—

Except, the door’s opening before your knuckles can meet it for a third time.

He performs a quick once-over of you, skimming over the casual nightwear— he hopes not lingering at your breasts (though it’s like they’re gawking at him, and it’s not often he sees you in these sort of clothes)- and huffing lowly.

“In,” is his simple invitation. And just like his hand earlier at El Asilo, you take it.

The room-situation here is temporary— it always is— and though the lot of you haven’t stayed here for over a week, you think the small space even smells of him. Something faintly woodsy, shampoo and residual gunpowder clinging to his hair beneath the balaclava.

“I like it,” you say after spinning around every which way, looking at the wonderful blank walls to the right, and the lonely cot to the left, and the lack of color and decoration to the cookie-cutter room.

He makes a half-amused huff at that. “That right? It’s just like yours, I’m sure… Nothin’ brilliant behind the door?”

You nod, somewhat sleepy, before approaching the mattress a couple feet off the floor, pushed to the wall.

“Nothin’ brilliant,” you parrot- “S’it okay if I sit?”

His eyes, ever inscrutable beneath that damn mask, skim over you, and maybe it’s just the exhaustion but you find an odd twinkle in them- like Simon’s really seeing something in you, unconsciously filtering out the badder parts, looking at you in this dazzling sort of light.

You are awash in a gentle jest and the spirals of your hair still glow from the shower, your cheeks carved by a soft smile- which he then realizes is quite timid. You’re tense.

This is your Lieutenant’s room, and if anyone sees you in it with him at this ungodly hour, they may get the wrong idea…

But Simon doesn’t want either of you walking on eggshells. So, with a half-assed jerk of his chin towards his bed, he says, striding forward,

“Have at it, I’ll get your leg operating again, no worries.”

“It is operating,” you counter harmlessly, belatedly settling back onto his sheets. He snatches a kit from the top of his dresser and meets you again, dropping to a kneel before you.

It’s silent for a while as he opens it up, though not a bad silence, by any means, before his dark, inscrutable eyes flicker up to yours. “…I’ll just wrap it for ya,” he starts almost timidly, before giving his throat a good clear. “Be good as new before y’know it.”

You smile down at him, teeth peeking through your lips like glittering pearls for a moment before your shyness takes over and you blink away. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“You say that a lot,” he mutters.

“Say it ‘cause I mean it,” you counter pleasantly.

He huffs at that, plucking out a roll of gauze before unraveling some in his hands, positioning it up to your ankle. He almost cringes at the bruise there, the idea of you walking with so much pain, but merely responds with,

“Well,… gratitude looks good on ya, pet.”

You’re blushing to your ears. “T-Thanks. You too…”

Simon glances at the flustered expression you wear, your incoherent words that made no proper sense, and fully realizes what he just said, quickly refocusing his attention back on your ankle.

Feels his heart palpitate… Tries to recount if he had any caffeine earlier. (And he didn’t. A good part of him already knew that.)

Your eyes are trained to the ceiling like a silent martyr as Ghost’s hands, big and callous, gently hold your ankle up, decorating the dark galaxy there with white bandage.

“Like a champ,” he compliments your endurance, and yes, your chest does tighten.

…He ties the bandage off after a bit, slowly trailing his gaze up to yours.

“There… All done,” he says.

But the words take their time to exit his throat, because he distinctly realizes the job has been done, and you’ll be leaving him soon. And then he’ll close his door, lock it for good measure, and pretend to be asleep for an hour rather than thinking about you, and the way your name sounds, and how gorgeous you are all hidden away in his heart.

You smile again, lips parting sheepishly—

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You pause. Your cheeks are burning up a fever but the longer you fidget, the more you feel inclined to spit something out. So you do.

“Sweetheart?” You mimic, “…Guess I’m not so low on Simon Riley’s list of good things?”

He scoffs. There’s a hint of a grin curling beneath his mask but you’d never know. It’s supposed to be that way. Why he wears it. Now, he’s wondering what you’d say should he take it off and show you.

He shrugs halfheartedly. “Eh. Could rank better.” He jokes, and he knows you have to stay for a bit longer now- if only to try and get the last word in, to defend your dignity— no, your relationship with Ghost.

And he’s right.

“Simon, you jerk!” You beam, fighting off a mad grin and losing awfully, hands trying desperately to wipe it away. He’s glad they can’t, still at his knees before you, those dark eyes drinking every glowing part of you in.

“You’re so mean to me sometimes,” you murmur, and he just hums all casual like the bastard he is, tucking the gauze back away.

“Maybe you deserve it, a bit more common sense couldn’t hurt ya, yeah?”

You quirk a brow at that, tilting your head like a confused puppy. You couldn’t help but notice the strange undercurrent there, even though you knew he was only teasing.

“Is that some fancy british way of calling me stupid?”

His jaw shifts from beneath the balaclava, his eyes softening some. “No, pet,” he pats your thigh, then, before rising to his feet, growing like a shadow over you.

“It’s my way of saying I bloody hope you don’t waltz into just any man’s room at night… Is danger a foreign concept to ya?”

He’s still joking- his back facing you as he goes to return the kit- you know that, but—

Your smile falters ever so slightly. “You’re not a foreign concept to me,” your cheeks are still hot and they feel rosy. “You’re my….”

This makes him turn around, deep-chestnut hues surveying you closely, yet distantly too, like he’s ready to run at any given moment. It frightens you.

“Go on…”

Like he’s ready to harden over again.

Your cheeks puff with a cheery little smile. And you stand, though rather uncoordinatedly, from the bed.

The mattress groaning beneath you, you sweep a hand up through the air to point a confident finger at his chest.

“You’re my favorite Lieutenant. My Simon Riley.”

He turns to you fully, then. His body a stoic wall of something you could never read, and his eyes betray nothing as they flicker and spark against yours. He strides forward, all the way forward, ‘til the hard muscle of his chest beneath his shirt digs into the pad of the finger you point.

For a split second, you think you’ve wronged him.

Simon just reaches up, though, taking your jittery hand in his, lowering it down between you. And he presses himself closer, his hot breath puffing past his mask and warming the tip of your nose as he says,

“That’s right, doll… All yours.”

And when you hesitantly go to inch the lower half of his balaclava up, that harmless curiosity winning out as your eyes drop to his mouth, you find a subtle grin there.

Simon leans in even more, every shaking breath he takes mingling with yours as he dips his head in, whispering, in that gruff rumble that has your tummy spiraling,

“Long as you’re all mine.”

His lips touch with yours, slowly crashing- a controlled, yet frenetic dance of your mouth against his, slightly inexperienced, though the passion there triumphs. His hands are at your hips before you know it, feeling you up, getting to know you in the way he’s wanted to for months now, but never had the proper balls to.

It’s mostly soft at first, gentle, eager pecks and suckles at your mouth— but when your breasts smack flush against his chest and he groans, earning a delicious little whine from you, all of Simon’s rationality flies out the window.

“Oi, the hell’re you tryin’ to do to me?”

He grunts when you finally pull away for air, panting, the both of you a dazzling mess of blushy cheeks and budding, uncertain arousal. His fingers draw up your face, savoring the warmth he finds there before they press into the curls of your hair and you watch his eyes like a hawk.

Calculative. Slow… Thoughtful, so broken in by war and bloodshed and bad memories.

Your doe eyes… They drag him in like a winter night’s tide and he can’t find it in himself to resurface.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

He leans in once more- harboring a whole new initiative, it seems- and captures your lips in his. All his darkness seeps into you like watercolor on a page, a million tiny fireworks going off in your belly as your knees buckle, and he holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.

His single thing worth a damn.

“Open,” he barely demands, chest rumbling against yours, every vibration giving you butterflies. “Give me some tongue, won’t you?”

You obey, belatedly parting your lips, his tongue meeting with yours, his palm pushing the back of your head in closer as he groans into the kiss.

“Atta girl.” He breathes, his eyes, rimmed by the black fabric, pinched shut as he backs away for oxygen, brows furrowed tight as his enamored hues then sweep over you.

“Let me show you my gratitude, pet, yeah?”

#call of duty #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #simon riley #simon ghost riley

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d-dixonimagines · 8 months

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Hello! How are you? I hope this idea helps you. It’s 1 idea with 2 possibilities or any other possibilities you want. Daryl x Reader. The reader got her period and fell many cramps, Daryl tries to help. So, If they are in the beginning of their relationship Daryl probably don’t know what to do, so he goes to Carol or any of the other women for advice. If they are already in a long term stablished relationship he knows exactly what to do. A lot of fluff between them, pretty please!

Hello, thank you! I can see both possibilities having a lot of potential, so choosing which direction to take is challenging! Maybe I'll just do them both! First I will do them being in a long term established relationship. Second one will most likely be in a separate post! Trigger Warnings: mentions of periods, period pain

You laid curled up into a ball with your body pressed up against the wall, breathing through the pain as another cramp stabbed at your insides. Even during an apocalypse, periods showed no mercy. Granted, they weren't the same as they used to be due to the continuous stress of every day life, but these cramps still hit just as hard. On top of the disappointment of having to deal with all of the bloating and the aching and the pain, you had to deal with it all on your own because Daryl was off on a run that you were both supposed to go on together. Sleep was wavering in and out as you tried to ignore the the shooting pains, taking in deep shaky breaths and releasing them as the pain subsided. The door creaked open a few minutes later and you were surprised to see Daryl walk through. "What are you doing here?" The question coming out a lot harsher than you had intended it to. "What do ya mean, I live here." He set his bag down on a table and dug through it. "You know what I mean, I thought you were going out on that supply run?" You slightly turned your body so you could face him. "The supply run can wait. I didn't wanna leave ya in your condition." You narrowed your eyes at him as he turned to face you. "What condition is that...exactly?" You asked through gritted teeth as another cramp hit. Daryl walked over to you and sat down on the bed, moving strands of hair from your face. "The one where you're all hunched over and in pain." "Psh, I'm a tough cookie, I can handle it." He shook his head slightly before taking his shoes off and giving you a slight nudge to scoot over. "I know ya can, that don't mean you have'ta do it alone. Besides, I did go on a little errand and brought ya back somethin'." You moved over and draped your arm over his stomach as he climbed into the bed. "Oh yeah? What did you get?" Once he was settled, he raised his hand up to show a hershey's chocolate bar, your mouth gaped open as you let out a loud gasp. "How the hell did you get your hands on that?" You took it from his hand and looked it over. You acted like it was the last known candy bar in existence, but it might as well had been, it felt like ages since you had seen any. "I have my ways," Daryl answered with a smirk, moving his now free hand up and behind his head. His ways consisted of making a trade with Eugene. "Can't promise it'll taste very good, and I know it won't help with the pain, but I figured it might help ya feel a little bit better." "You figured correctly!" You leaned up and placed your hand on the side of his face and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you very much." You nestled beside him, leaning your head onto his shoulder and opened the wrapper, breaking off a piece and handing it to him before breaking yourself one. The sweet taste melted on your tongue and you let out a content sigh. It was slightly bland, but not enough for it to matter in the slightest. After you both finished it off, you wiped your fingers off on your clothes and nestled in closer to Daryl, taking in his warmth. "You know, just for record sake, and not do diminish your efforts in finding the chocolate, however you managed to do that, just having you here to keep me company makes me feel 100% better." He glanced down at you, dropping his arm from behind his head and resting it across your shoulder, pulling you in closer to him. "I outweigh the chocolate?" He asked in a playful faux surprise. "Every time." You replied genuinely. "I mean, chocolate is great and all, but you're much sweater." You wrapped your arms around him once more, nestling in as closely as you could.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #d-dixonimagines #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon x reader #twd: daryl dixon #norman reedus

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bubblyhearts87-14 · 2 months

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How to Fall in Love in 5 Snacks

notes: so i super love theater and i came up with this idea while I was at one. My main account has other asks so I thought it would be fun to post here instead. Don't expect future fics to be this long, they normally aren't lol. Also I may or may not write a fic about Mikey and his person in this fic 🤷 who knows 🙈 This was written by Hearts (you can tell my the notes being green and the divider being green!)

Popcorn and one water

Leo saw her almost as soon as he entered the theater. She was at the counter, across the busy lobby, wearing a name tag. Leo suddenly wished he had supervision so he could out her name from all the way over here.

“I'm gonna go get a snack.” Leo informed Donnie who likely gave a snarky reply but Leo was far too invested in getting closer to her. He was surprised that he hadn't seen her around before, since she looked like she was in his grade.

She had a sour expression on her face, looking dull and monotonous. Not fully a frown but definitely not a smile, her eyes darting away before they could meet anyone else's. It made Leo nervous that she was uncomfortable.

Either way, he was determined to swallow his anxiety and get a snack (or rather use getting a snack as a guise to learn her name.)

Leo patiently waited in line, tapping his fingers against the fabric of his jeans. His heart beat erratically in his chest, sweat collecting in his hands. He tried to wipe it away just as it was his turn to get concessions.

“Hi, what can I get you?” She said, her voice surprisingly friendly for such an….unpleasant expression.

“Can I get a……” Leo faltered, realizing he hadn't thought of what to get yet. He glanced at the menu trying to figure out what to get before he frustrates you or the people in line.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Can I get popcorn and a bottle of water?” Leo finally said, hoping you wouldn't think his choice was dumb. Was it dumb? Should he have gotten a candy bar? Or maybe he should have gotten a soda instead?

“Alright, coming right up.” She said cheerfully, turning around to grab a water bottle from the fridge. She leaned over the counter, standing on her tip-toes (Leo couldn't help but find that adorable) to hand the water to him. Leo shivered when your fingers brushed against his, his green skin gaining a pinkish tint.

Leo finally glanced at her nametag, the sound of her name repeating over and over again in his head. It sounded so nice, so pretty, so lovely. He wanted to keep it locked up in his brain, place it on a shelf and make sure your name never gets forgotten and left to the dust.

Finally he got his popcorn, yet again his heart fluttered when your hand touched his. Was it normal to have heart palpitations over minor touch?

“Enjoy the show!” She said, giving Leo a small smile. He felt like the luckiest turtle in the world.

“You too, [Name]!” Leo said, taking a moment to process. Then he proceeded to die of cringes. She wasn't even watching the show since she was working!

Leo quickly walked away before he could see your reaction to his absolute idiocy.

How was he already so far gone?

2. Two hershey bars and one bag of gummies

“Leeeeoooooooo, can you please get me a snack?” Mikey whined, not even five seconds after Leo had returned with his own snacks. Not that he was complaining, since his brain was still on the counter where you handed him his popcorn and water.

Leo's hands still tingled, like all the atoms inside his body were doing a little dance right where your skin has brushed up against his. God, he felt ridiculous. (Donnie would most certainly label him a simp if he could hear Leo's thoughts.)

“Alright fine, I'll get your snack.” Leo conceded, acting as if he wasn't ecstatic to see you again. Even with his last moment with you making Leo crumple up with cringe, he still likes you.

[Name.]

He wondered if you could tell how much you already make his heart pound and make his head feel like it's underwater. Like he's drowning quick and fast but Leo found he doesn't mind if this is his death. He liked the way you made him feel.

Leo put his own stuff down in his chair, using his ninja skills to avoid getting trapped in the crowd. Normally this sort of event wasn't for Leo, it's crowded and busy and Leo doesn't know this musical. But Mikey begged for them all to go so they could support his friend.

He had never been happier to do something Mikey wants.

Leo weaved his way through the hoard of people, making sure to avoid getting stuck in the monstrously long bathroom line. Finally, he made it out into the lobby eyes darting around until they spotted you.

She seemed to notice Leo too, as time slowed down. Her lips quirked into a smile, eyes crinkling like just made an inside joke with him.

The blue clad turtle got into line, trying not to seem impatient even though he really really wanted to shove everyone out of line. That would be rude of him.

He couldn't help wanting to see her! But he could control his…aggressive urges. (Maybe Raph was rubbing off on Leo a little bit.)

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds, it was finally Leo's turn. He approached the counter trying to suppress the dorky grin on his face.

"Hello again." She said, her eyes watching his face carefully. His skin itched like her sight was physically touching him.

"Hi, again. My brother wanted some snacks so I'm back." Leo explained, although almost immediately regretting it. Was it too much information? Was he rambling? Did she think he is a weirdo?

"If my sister was here she would make me get her snacks too." She replied, gifting Leo the chance to hear her delightful laugh. It was soft and quiet, repeating itself in his brain like a record that never stops turning.

He wanted to keep talking to you, maybe bond over having siblings, but there were people behind hin who were growing impatient. Leo only hopes to see you after the show.

"Can I have two hershey bars and some gummies?" Leo asked, feeling light and airy. Although disappointed he has to go as soon as you give him the food. She handed it to him, her gentle fingers wrapped around the packages as they brushed against his calloused skin.

"Enjoy the snacks." She said, with a small smile. Leo returned the smile, not saying anything yet in fear of saying something cringe again. He can't control the things he says around you.

As he turned around he could have sworn he heard you mutter, "See you soon, cutie."

Leo really hoped his brothers wanted more snacks soon.

3. One pack of cookies and a Sprite

The musical was a lot better than Leo had anticipated. The story was interesting and the songs weren't obnoxious. Plus Leo could see how much Mikey was enjoying seeing his friend up stage.

"Ughh, I need some soda. Dude go get me some and a snack too." Raph said, shoving some money in Leo's hands just as the lights started coming back on. It was intermission, or rather the little break in between acts so the actors can have a break. At least that's how Mikey explained it to Leo.

Leo was grateful for the intermission since it meant he had another chance to see [Name]. It seemed things were going very well with her! Even if he's only know her for about an hour. And most of that hour has been watching high schoolers kill other high schoolers. Very fascinating stuff.

"You're lucky I'm a good big brother." Leo replied in a snippy tone as though to mask his excitement Which doesn't seem to work because Donnie glances away from Mikey and gives Leo a suspicious look.

"Uh huh and you aren't excited to see Miss.....[Last Name]?" Donnie added, glancing at his phone. Leo blushed, more embarrassed by the teasing than the fact Donnie probably just got all of [Name]'s personal information.

"W-whatever!" Leo squeaked, face burning even more as his brothers laughed at him. How would Donnie even know Leo already had a major minor crush on [Name]? How obvious was he about it?

Leo doesn't have much time to think about it because he quickly had to weave himself through the lines forming to the bathrooms and concession stands. Yet again he was feeling grateful for Splinter teaching him the skills he needed to not get trapped between the parents of the actors and the other kids forced to come. A...unique crowd.

How many times was he going to be stuck in this line, waiting to see the face that had been plaguing his thoughts for the first half of the show? It was frustrating certainly but he had to remain patient and hope [Name] won't be sick of seeing him.

"Hi, what can I...oh it's you again!" She said, her smile brightening instead of falling thankfully. Leo laughed, although it sounded slightly awkward.

"Yeah, my brothers always seem to want me to get them something." Leo rolled his eyes, pretending as though he wasn't insanely excited to come back to the concession stand and see her.

She snorted and muttered a, "Real." as she gave Leo a wry smile. "And what do your brothers want this time?"

"A pack of cookies and a Sprite, please."

[Name] grabbed the stuff, her skirt flowing around her. She was dressed so elegantly, making Leo feel slightly under dressed. But she was utterly stunning, so much so it made Leo's tongue feel like an iron weight on top.

"Here you go, Blue." She said with a grin, making Leo startle slightly. Oh, oh. He hasn't even told her his name yet! How stupid can he be?

"My name's Leo." He explained, a slight influx in his pitch making him blush yet again. (Why must every bone in his body be cursed with awkwardness?!)

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I hope to see you soon, Leo." She said, waving Leo off. He smiled a little dopey as he walked away, almost under a trance.

He was unable to be saved from the thing called love.

4. Two granola bars

"Donnie, you are such a weirdo! Granola bars?" Mikey complained, leaning back in his chair as he watched Donnie hand Leo his money.

"Yes! I'm not wanting sugary treats right now. Granola bars are a perfectly acceptable snack." Donnie huffed, handing his blue masked brother a five dollar bill.

"Yeah, yeah. Just hand me the money so I can buy it before intermission hands." Leo complained, exaggerating his annoyance so he doesn't seem terribly down bad for [Name]. He's known her for barely any time at all and he's already dying to see her again, taking any chance really.

"Shut up, Nardo. You aren't fooling anyone. Now hurry up and get my food." Donnie replied, pulling out his phone to watch the newest episode of whatever anime he is currently obsessed with. Leo scoffed but walked away, heart flurrying with excitment.

Would [Name] think he is pathetic for his thoughts? Or would she call him a romantic? Oh god, if only he knew whether she liked him even a fraction of the same way.

"Bye-bye birdie~" Mikey sang, giggling after. Leo rolled his eyes, finding the musical reference not very funny at all. His brothers were such dorks.

Leo walked into line yet again, although grateful to see it isn't as long as before. She seemed to be working fast, waltzing from behind the counter to give everyone the things they bought.

"Here you go, sir! I hope you're enjoying the show!" She said to the man in front of Leo, finally making it his turn. How Leo so nervous? Gah, he's scared the money will be damp from how much he is nervous sweating!

"Wow, I feel like I haven't seen you in centuries." She said with a dry smile, Leo awkwardly laughing. Damn, she's so cool! And he's so....not!

"Hehe yeah. My other brother decided to get two granola bars." Leo explained, her eyes lighting up with amusement. His stomach clenched at that look. She was so effortlessly beautiful.

"Ooh, interesting choice." She hummed grabbing said items. Leo nodded, still feeling his nerves like a tightly pressed spring waiting to be unleashed.

They exchanged the money and granola bars, luckily with her seeming to notice the copious amounts of sweat on Leo's palms. Why must he be so embarrassing?

"Better get going." She said, jutting her chin towards the door, "Show is about to start."

Leo sighed, his heart fracturing dramatically at what seemed like rejection. Maybe she hasn't been flirting with him and Leo is too delusional to read the signs. Of course she doesn't like him! He's a cringy, dorky mutant who can barely speak without saying something so awkward.

"Yeah, that's true." Leo replied, wishing he could suck the disheartened tone out of his words. His very existence is embarrassing! She frowned a little, like she was surprised to see Leo disappointed.

Either way, Leo turned away and headed back to the audience with a heavy heart. He shouldn't be surprised she doesn't like him the way he liked her.

Who would like a freak like him?

5. ?????

Leo was....impressed by how much he enjoyed the show. He had never been one for musicals or any of that stuff but he can appreciate it. Especially since Mikey was head over heels for the lead in the show. (Although Mikey keeps saying they are "just friends")

He grabbed his trash and threw it out, waiting for his brothers to finish talking to the cast in the lobby so they can head home. He was exhausted.

Leo couldn't help but feel heartbroken over [Name] even if they did nothing more than be friendly while working. He sighed and leaned against the wall, watching Donnie bond with another audience member who liked anime. All of his brothers had a chance with someone except for him! Maybe it was less to do with him being a mutant and more of the fact he was so awkward and annoying and stupid and emb-

"Hey, Leo."

He stiffened at the sound of her voice, his heart yet again being sent into overdrive. He tried to stay calm as he turned around to see [Name]'s curious but tired expression. She was pretty enough to frustrate him.

She gave him a smile that put Leo slightly to ease, even if he was wary. And for little reason since she did nothing but her job! Leo was a pathetic lovesick fool.

"You forgot your last snack." She said, a slight glint in her eyes. Leo's curiosity was intrigued. She held out her arms and showed Leo what she was holding....a box of dates.

"Umm, what?" Leo asked confused, trying to figure out whatever the hell she meant by that. Dates? What teenager in their right mind eats those? And does their school even sell them?

She flustered (how cute Leo thought it was) and looked away, still holding the box of dates in her hands. Leo wasn't sure what was going on.

"It was a stupid pun. Like a date for a date? And multiple because I want to go on multiple dates with you?" She explained, an embarrassed laugh coming from her, "Sorry, I must have misunderstood some signals. I thought you were cute and I wanted to ask you out but I chickened out earlier."

Leo could have sworn his face was going to explode from how much blood rushed to it quickly. She thought he was cute? And she was dorky enough to ask him out using a pun? Leo must have died and gone to heaven because someone this perfect can't exist and like him.

"You don't need to say anything. Sorry fir bothering you, Leo." She shyly stammered, attempting to walk away but Leo grabbed her wrist before he could second guess himself.

"I'd love to go on a date with you. And I would make a pun but nothing can top yours." Leo replied, shoving the words out of his throat before he can be too shy. She brightened immediately, her smile widening.

"Really?" She asked, turning to face him. Leo nodded and smiled, finding her happiness contagious.

She leaned in and so did Leo, the rest of the world fading to black. He was about to get his first kiss! With an awesome girl too! Maybe they should wait for their first date? Or do people normally kiss this soon? Maybe Leo should have watched more romance movies when he had the chance.

"Bleh, can you stop giving each other the lovey dovey eyes?" Donnie complained, all three of Leo's brothers appearing at the most inopportune time. Leo pulled away the same time she did, both looking like guilty kids.

"Time to go?" Leo asked, cringing at the way his voice squeaked. All of his brothers snorted and [Name] gave Leo a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah, lets go!" Mikey said, still looking far too hyper for it to be 10 pm. Raph rested his arm on Mikey's head, almost like it was his way to wrangle the younger boy.

Before they left, Leo and [Name] swapped phone numbers so they can plan a date and talk. Leo waved goodbye to her, smile spreading across his lips like invisible hands were forcing the joy on his face.

"You're such a dork, Nardo." Raph snorted, bit Leo was far too happy to even care about rebutting him. He may be a dork but he did get the girl.

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Can you do a pre-wednesday Tyler, like right after he comes back from boot camp, and the reader goes to the coffee shop and he's working there, and the reader doesn't realize he's back and she's always had a bit of a crush on him but is still weary of him because of the incident that happened with Xavier.

The show Wednesday! Okay, I can do that. Here's a cute and awkward first interaction with Tyler Galpin ever since he returned from boot camp. Here goes :)

Desc: awkward fluff, feminine presenting reader. Use of she/her

Warnings: none

Ding ding! The tiny little bell on the counter rang through Tyler’s ears. Normally, the Weathervane never got busy. They got a few of their regulars each day, and during autumn, it got a little crowded. But it was never this busy.

“Tyler, get that!” His father shouted from the break room, sitting in a chair with a newspaper in hand. Tyler was in the back, making practice of his latte art. The clover he just tried to do getting messed up, adding to his frustration. A long sigh draws from his lips. Sheriff Galpin was a hardass. He was especially hard on his son when he didn’t live up to the expectations Donovan wanted him to meet. Acting like a total dick in school was just the icing on the cake. His dad sent him to boot camp, with the hopes of his son returning “a better man” who’d get himself a job (Apparently being a barista boy would do that).

It was only Tyler’s second day working at the Weathervane cafe, and he wasn’t thrilled having to work on such a busy day when normally all he could do was make a cup of coffee from a Keurig machine.

Y/N sighs. When am I going to get a coffee? She slams her palm on the bell, ringing it rapidly. Dingdingdingdingdingdi-

“Coming!” Queue Tyler Galpin. He flashes a polite smile and pushes his annoyance down into his throat. “Sorry about the wait! What can I get you?” He leans in, folding his arms on the counter and looking joyfully at his customer. Y/N gulps, and it feels like all the eyes are on her. Tyler wasn’t supposed to be here, she was supposed to ring the bell and her best friend was supposed to drag herself out and her mood would change and they’d bounce up and down together and-

“Hello? Miss?” He chuckles nervously when y/n breaks free from her thoughts and meets his gaze of green eyes. “Oh, sorry. I was just- I was trying to remember everything I needed to order!” She skillfully lied. “But um… is Lilli here?” Her gaze scans the area, trying to find something else to focus on to take away from this god awful experience. “Nope, she’s taking a day off today. It’s just me.” He forces a smile. “Oh, okay. My bad. Can I get an iced mocha latte with 2 pumps of chocolate syrup in it?”

Tyler blinks and there’s a beat of silence as he grabs something. He lifts up a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. “...This?” Not something he had seen often, but it could be done. Y/N looks like she wants to curl into a ball. “Oh! Haha geez I meant vanilla syrup. Like the flavoring!” She scrambles the last of her words out, wanting to smack herself upside the head. “Oh. Alrighty. And what size…did you want that?” Doing his best, he smiles again, softer this time, in hopes of alleviating the pain this was. She gave a helpless looking grin back. Could it get any worse? “Large is fine. That’s it.”

He turns around, getting to work on her drink. Oh god. Are you fucking kidding me? What was that shit? Y/N went to school with Tyler and they had shared a few classes. He sat behind her in math class, where she daydreamed about him just reaching forward and playing with her hair, and he sat next to her in history. They had english together too, but he was across the room. Seeing him here after having disappeared for a while caught her off guard and it threw her out of her rhythm at the Weathervane.

His agitation gradually went away as he got to work on the drink, and soon enough it was done. “Hereee ya go.” He presses a few buttons on the screen at the register. “It’s $7.01.” Tyler offers a plain smile. Y/N fights off making a face. Geez. Lilli must’ve usually given me a discount every time. Damn. She braves a brief grin and pays for the drink. With a quick thanks, she scurries off and out the door. The bells on the door jingling again as she leaves.

“Are you kidding me?! You took a personal day?!” Y/N scolds her friend. A muffled response comes from Lilli over the phone as y/n sips her latte. She fires back. “Well, no. Oh but you DID kinda forget to mention that Tyler was back in town and that you w o r k with him! When were you gonna tell me that?” Y/N stomps away, heading to her next designation. Tyler is back to practicing his latte art.

#wednesday #wednsday addams #tyler galpin #the addams family #horror #mystery #horror mystery #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin x reader

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the bet

Summary: Christian has liked Kepa’s sister, Y/n, since the moment he met her but never had the courage to talk to her. When he makes a bet with his friends to date his teammates sister, it can only end one way.

TW: none

A/N: new mini series written with @chelseagirl98 !! we hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

next chapter (not out yet)

Christian watched as you interacted with your friends from across the room. He was sitting on one of the many couches with Mason & Ben, listening to them talk. The pair noticed their friend's eyes wandering off to you, causing them to share a smirk as they brought Christian out of his daze. They were fully aware of his crush on you.

"Mate, just go talk to her" Mason suggested, leading Christian to shake his head.

“Absolutely not. She’s Kepa’s sister. He’ll kill me” His gaze focused back on you as he spoke.

“If you just go up to her and have a conversation with her, he has no reason to kill you” Ben added.

“It’s not that simple guys. Maybe she has a boyfriend, or maybe-”

“Let’s make a deal. You go up to Y/n, talk to her a little bit & get her number, then we’ll each give you £500. Deal?” Mason spoke as he held his hand out, waiting for the offer to either be accepted or declined. Christian thought about the offer being presented to him. He was an extremely competitive person, and he didn’t want to lose a bet. He stuck his hand out and firmly shook Mason’s hand, agreeing to the bet.

With that, Christian got up from his spot on the couch and made his way toward you.

You saw him approach you, looking back at Ben and Mason occasionally as you saw them both laugh at him…boys.

“Hey Y/N, you having fun?” Christian asked as he reached you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and shoving one of his hands in his pockets.

The two girls you were with, both gave you a look and winked as they walked away, knowing that you had a crush on the American in front of you. His chocolate brown eyes are the kind you get lost in, his brown messy curls are the kind that you want to run your hands through. His tattooed arm made you want to trace every single design with your fingertips. The man from Hershey was purely perfect without even trying.

“Hey Chris, I guess so, are you? You seem nervous?” You laughed at him as you came out of your slight trance looking up at his figure that slightly towered over your own.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m having a good time. Where’s your brother?” He asked, looking around the crowded house, causing you to feel a slight pang of disappointment that he only came over to ask about your brother.

“Oh, Kep? He's around here somewhere…Andrea showed up about 10 minutes ago so he’s probably somewhere with her” you pointed out, looking around for your brother yourself.

The thing with Kepa is, he has made it abundantly clear that you are completely off limits to his friends and teammates, stating that you were ‘out of any of their leagues…too good for them…They don't deserve you’.

“Can I be honest?” Christian's voice broke through the music in the background, breaking you from your thoughts

“Sure” you said sweetly, taking drink of the beverage in your hand, trying to calm your racing heart.

“I’m not looking for Kep, I just wanted to find a reason to talk to you” Christian breathed out, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks. The soft pinkness filled your whole face as he looked down at you, smiling as he watched your cheeks tinge more color as he spoke.

“So what do you wanna talk about then?” You whispered, tilting your head a little as you took another sip of your drink. It was deliciously warm, inviting all kinds of positive feelings to run through your body as you swallowed the liquid down.

“I think you’re really pretty” He stated matter-of-factly, turning his gaze away from you to look at his two friends that were watching him from heir seat on the couch before quickly shifting his gaze back to you.

“Really pretty, like stunning” He continued, staring directly into your eyes as he spoke.

Your mind immediately started to process everything that had been said so far. So much that your mind couldn’t comprehend. Was this real life? Were you dreaming? Were these words meant for someone else?

Or were they meant for you?

As Christian kept gazing into your eyes, looking at every part of your face, something suddenly struck you; Christian liked you. He’d never given anything but compliments since day one. There was a fond expression hidden behind his casual exterior. When you saw it, it pulled at your heart strings.

Your heart started beating faster, feeling heat fill your chest, giving you butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t know what to say or how to react.

What if you said something wrong? How could you respond to that? Did he want to date you? Could he possibly be interested in dating you? Could this moment turn into something serious? You weren’t sure, but your mind was going haywire.

You were pulled out of your thoughts after a few seconds, smiling as you focused on the man standing in front of you.

"Thank you, Chris. You don't look too bad yourself" Your small smile fell flat, mentally cursing at yourself for saying that of all things. Chris chuckled softly as a light blush crept onto his face.

Chris turned his gaze away from yours, looking over your shoulder and towards his friends, who were urging him to make his move. He turned his attention back to you once again, inhaling deeply as he prepared himself. He stood up straighter, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” His tone sounded formal, professional almost. The seriousness seemed to put you off guard. You simply nodded at his question. Christian took another deep breath, holding it before he began speaking again.

“Can I get your number?” He blurted out bluntly, lowering his voice and looking over your shoulder at his friends again.

"Oh uh- yeah, sure" You responded, fumbling with your phone in your pocket. You pulled it from your pocket and handed it to him. His eyes shot back to yours, scanning your features before gently taking your phone.

A shy smile crossed his face as he lifted your phone up to his eye level. He scrolled through your contacts, pausing when he came to your name. He typed in his number and saved the contact. He sent himself a text from your phone, so he could save yours later. A flash of heat traveled through your body as he handed your phone back to you. He smiled at you, nodding as he gave you back your phone, glancing briefly at his two friends that were still seated on the couch.

The duo seated far behind you were silently cheering for him, hoping for him to pursue you further. He ignored them however, giving you all of his attention. He cleared his throat, sounding as if he were getting ready to leave.

“Well, I'll text you later. See ya, Y/n" He said, giving you a curt nod before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your blushing cheeks and the curious stares of the people surrounding you.

- Christian's pov -

As I made my way back over to Mason & Ben, my heart was racing. My palms were sweaty and my legs felt like lead weights as I slowly approached the pair.

"Why on Earth would you come back here? You were doing so well, mate" Ben asked with a raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and huffed before replying.

"I did what you guys said. Now pay me" They both looked at each other before shaking their heads.

"We changed the deal a little bit" I raised an eyebrow as they spoke, both nodding. I let out a heavy sigh as I waited for them to elaborate.

“You have to ask her on a date, and then you actually have to go on the date. If you do it, we’ll pay double. If not, you get nothing” I groaned at their new proposition. This was what I wanted, but certainly not the way I'd wanted for it to happen.

“Boys, I’ll get her to date me and then fall in love with me” I smirked cockily. I know that this was wrong. I know that agreeing to this ridiculous bet was wrong. I genuinely like Y/N, and if she were to find out then she’d be broken and Kepa would kill me…but they don’t need to find out…right?

“Oh getting cocky are we? Alright, on top of paying you double, if you can get her to date you and fall in love within 2 months then you can have the Ferrari of mine that you love” Ben smiled before continuing

“And if you lose, I get to choose any one of your cars” He stuck his hand out for me to shake to make the deal permanent.

This was a bad idea. It shouldn’t be going this far but as a Virgo, I have a trait of being competitive and I can’t back down from a good bet. I took a deep breath as I grabbed his hand in mine, shaking it to solidify the deal.

There really is only one way this is ending.

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