#i just wanna melt into the floor and avoid everyone

[cowboyemeritus]

How Ever Fair and Pure (Papa III/Reader)

You’ve got to be one of the most repressed creatures Terzo has ever seen. He has to have you. As Papa, it’s his duty to extend a hand to poor souls like you, so desperately in need of carnal relief. (18+)

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I know we're all adults here, but please don't do what the reader does in this fic. It is so dangerous and bad. This was intentionally unrealistic because it's self-indulgent smut where I project onto her like crazy. Just wanna make sure everyone is safe out there.

Terzo has you pegged the moment you walk into the club. College girl, 20s, on the quiet side. Probably going for a liberal arts degree, but in something fun and exotic, like classical studies or philosophy. Definitely an academic type. The roommates are clearly more popular, but are sweet to you despite appearances. They without a doubt dragged you out here tonight. You spend too much time studying in your room, they say. And honestly? You know they’re right, but putting yourself out there has always been a little hard. If you were any less desperate for attention, and if you hadn’t obviously taken something before coming here, you likely wouldn’t be gracing his presence tonight.

You’ve got to be one of the most repressed creatures Terzo has ever seen, and you don’t even look Catholic. He has to have you. As Papa, it’s his duty to extend a hand to poor souls like you, so desperately in need of carnal relief. So he shoots a smug look at the Cardinal, who’s been sizing you up as well, before slinking away from the small booth. Omega and Alpha are unbothered by his wandering off, more than content to spend the evening feeding on the frenzied energy in the room. The rat-like man rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his bourbon, watching as Terzo approaches the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor. Without his paints, which he had insisted on this evening, he is very quickly swallowed by the crowd.

The cinderblock wall is cold against your bare thighs. You’re shivering as soon as you feel it, teeth chattering as the stranger — you can’t remember his name — latches the stall door shut and hangs his expensive-looking jacket on a nearby hook.

When he turns his attention to you, odd mismatched eyes running up down your figure, your knees buckle. In the back of your mind, you briefly wonder if taking those shots on top of an edible was a good idea. You’re not sure how much you’ve had; alcohol goes down dangerously smooth after getting high.

He catches you, strong arms wrapping around your waist. Your face flushes when your bodies press together, his hardness making itself known against the soft flesh of your stomach. You’re not a virgin, not at all, but it’s been a while. Even if you could get any, though, college guys just don’t do it for you anymore. They’re boys, really, and you don’t think there’s anything less appealing than that, especially when they’re stumbling around the dorms on weekend nights. Some people have to study, for fuck’s sake.

“Careful now, bella” the stranger purrs. The sound of his voice is rich and melodic. It hits you like a glass of fine wine, pulling the thick blanket of fog further over your mind. He kisses you, harder now that you have more privacy, and you’re melting. You’re so far gone already you’re sure it’ll be embarrassing in the morning (or whenever you’re sober again).

His lips taste like cigarettes and a smoky kind of liquor. Oddly enough, you were expecting it; this man is old enough to be your father and it suits him perfectly. He’s so painfully out of place here, a wisened face in a crowd of drunken college students. 

Fuck, he could be a professor for all you know.

You moan into the stranger’s mouth, begging him to so something. Anything. Whatever he has to give you’ll take it. You just need it now. You need it yesterday.

The lack of oxygen hits you all once. Again, your legs nearly give out as you pull away for air. Your companion narrowly avoids being taken down with you, catching and deftly moving you to sit on the closed toilet lid. Leaning down, he cups your face to keep you steady and smothers your mouth with his. Your hands are on him instantly, grabbing at the front of his pants and climbing upwards to the clasp of his belt. You fumble with it for a while before groaning in anguish. The stranger pulls away with a chuckle, one hand remaining on your cheek while the other makes quick work of freeing himself. 

When it finally presses against your lips, his cock is startlingly warm. You open your mouth without hesitation, eyes shutting as he slides into your wet throat. The music booming outside is loud enough that you barely catch his pleased sigh. You’re able to get a breath in through your nose before he moves his hips, the fat head of his cock brushing against your soft palate. Surprisingly, though, you don’t gag. It doesn’t even cross your mind, and you swallow him down eagerly. The stranger shudders and lets out a heavy breath.

“Get it wet for me,” he says, using the hand cupping your face to move you along his length. You see no reason not to comply, reaching up with one hand to work whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth. He seems to approve of this, and gently strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. It’s rather sweet for a situation like this, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kneel by him while he works at his desk, finally getting to suck him off at the end of a long day. 

Would he demand such service from you, or would he praise your for your initiative? The possibilities are equally as enticing.

Your other hand dips into your lap, delving beneath the fabric of your skirt and you moan around the stranger’s shaft. The vibrations pull a quiet groan from him, and the hand on your cheek is joined by the other grasping the back of your head. He must see you playing with yourself because he lets out a small laugh through his nose, fingers threading through your hair to hold you ever so slightly tighter.

“Patience,” he murmurs. Despite the loud house music, you hear him clearly. It’s like he’s in your mind. “I will take care of you.” He fucks into your mouth a handful of times before slowing to a stop. Your eyes open after a beat of stillness passes. When he withdraws from your mouth entirely, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his cock and your tongue, your gaze meets his. That mysterious white eye seems to be glowing in the dark.

He takes a step back, flicking a lock of raven hair out of his face. The loss of his body against yours is devastating and you immediately rise to your feet, knees suddenly stable again. You chase him until his back is to the door, the latch rattling loudly at the impact. The bathroom is crowded, and for a moment, you wonder just how many people bothered to look to your tiny end stall. But who really gives a shit? Already starved of him, you press your open mouth to his, tongue quickly slipping past his lips. Even through your clothes his arousal presses into you like a hot iron.

With a low growl that says enough, the stranger moves you off of him. Clumsily, you maneuver so that the two of you trade places, bracing yourself on your forearms against the door. Your skirt has already ridden up so that when you press back into him, you feel his searing hardness directly against your ass. Skilled fingers dip into your wet folds and hook around the crotch of your thong. It’s a lacy, skimpy thing, impossible to banish from your mind when wearing. Normally, you would opt for something more comfortable, but it’s the only clean pair you had left. The intrigued noise the stranger makes at the sight of it, however, tells you neglecting your laundry has worked out in your favor.

He leans in close to whisper into your ear. “I see you got dressed up.” His words, and the tickle of his breath against your skin, have your pussy clenching around nothing. You want to whine, to beg him to fuck you already, but it seems the stranger is feeling merciful tonight. The tip of his cock presses against your opening and he rubs it through your slick, teasing your clit on the down strokes.

“Relax,” he commands. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your shoulders dropping. He presses into you, just enough to work the head inside, and you’re already shaking. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you let out a high-pitched moan and push your ass back into him. Another inch sinks in.

“Please,” you beg, hoping he can still hear. Regardless, the stranger obliges, bottoming out inside your dripping cunt. He groans, and you feel the vibrations where his chest is pressed to your back. Hands coming to rest on your hips, he starts thrusting into you at a steady pace and — oh fuck — you can’t tell if it’s the high or the circumstances, but you’re way more sensitive than normal. You let out a breathy sigh as a wave of pleasure rolls through you and your partner hums in approval.

“I’m not-“ You have to smother another moan with a balled fist. The stranger leans in again. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last.” He lets out another laugh through his nose.

“Piccolina, I know.” There’s a singsongy lilt in his voice. “You were wanting this from the moment you walked in.” He punctuates himself with a perfectly angled thrust, the head of his cock pressing into your sweet spot. You keen, insides fluttering.

“I don’t do shit like this,” you protest, pressing your ass into him despite yourself. One of his hands moves from your hip to the apex of your thighs. There’s no touch, he just keeps it there while his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

“But I am not wrong,” he taunts. “We both know this. I see what you are.” For emphasis, he snaps the waistband of your flimsy little thong.

“What the fuck are you- oh.” Fingers graze over your outer lips and your hips cant wildly, craving more. If he keeps messing with you like this, you might just cry. If the other people in the bathroom aren’t privy to what’s going on, they will be soon.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers. “I can’t give it to you until you say it.” His tone is demanding, but gentle. This stranger has absolutely no authority over you, and yet every word and touch makes you want to submit. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been fantasizing about someone like him — an actual man, not a boy — for a long time.

“Touch me.” You have no pride left to swallow. “Fuck me harder. I need it.” At long last, his fingers descend on your clit. “Oh fuck! Just like that.” The stranger’s breathing is heavy as he thrusts into you with more force.

“You’re a very good girl,” he coos. You can’t remember the last time someone called you that. Your pussy clenches and he groans softly into your ear. The taught feeling in your gut swells like the tide, building into what you know will be a devastating orgasm. It won’t be long now until it spills over, and In the back of your mind, you hope your trembling legs will be able to withstand that kind of force.

The shuffling and talking in the bathroom, the music outside, the groans and pants of the stranger, everything. It all starts to fade out and you know you’re done for. You cant your hips back harder and faster; it’s the only way you can think to tell him. Somehow, he understands, and his fingers swipe furious circles around your clit. The other hand reaches around to grope at one of your breasts, teasing the nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You have to bite your hand when you finally cum. Otherwise, you’re sure they’d be able to hear you from the street. Waves of ecstasy, stronger than anything you’ve felt, either sober or high, slam into your body, and you thrash against the stranger like a cornered animal. That must do something for him, as he presses into you with a deep, rumbling moan. The rush of his warm seed is enough to pull one last whimper out of you before you nearly collapse, forehead coming to rest against the stall door. You and the stranger remain like this, panting as he slowly softens inside you.

Like a true gentleman, he’s helping you clean yourself up when a loud knock assaults your senses. Your head whips towards the door, panic creeping in as you’re starting to sober up. Completely unbothered, the stranger continues dabbing at your smudged makeup with a piece of toilet paper.

“One moment,” he calls. You’re honestly surprised he’s stuck around this long, thinking he would just leave the second he was done pumping cum into you. Being taken care of like this is nice, you decide. It’s refreshing after having your shit absolutely rocked.

“You have a phone call,” another accented voice responds. “It’s the old man.” The stranger rolls his eyes and gives a petulant huff.

“Tell him I am busy!”

“He says it is urgent.” The man gives a sigh of exasperation and his shoulders slump. After a final inspection of your face, he tosses the wad of tissue in the garbage can, grabs his jacket, and unlatches the stall door. You turn and find yourself looking at a man with a pencil thin mustache and the same green and white eyes as your partner.

“Ciao,” he says curtly, trying not to meet your gaze. You give him a nod.

“Hi there.”

The two men escort you out of the crowded bathroom. No one pays you any mind, which you’re incredibly thankful for, but you choose to keep your head down anyway. The odds are low, but you would die of embarrassment if someone you knew saw you like this. That would make for a very awkward conversation before class on Monday.

Back on the club floor, you quickly spot your roommates in the middle of the crowd. You go to thank the handsome stranger, to kiss him one last time before you part ways, but he’s already gone. Ghosts of his touch still linger on your body and you’re left reeling, wondering if he was even real at all. You blink once, twice, and you're still in the club, keenly aware of his release dripping out of you.

You decide to go get a drink before joining your friends again.

#my writing #papa emeritus iii x reader #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #anyway... time to go to class ig #lmk what yall think

[lab1rynth]

yan pretty boy headcanons

Yan!@yourpersonalprettyboy

You arrived in town as the new face, stepping into its quaint, tight-knit community where everyone had a familiar nod for everyone else – except you, that is. The reasons were your own, having recently bid adieu to your previous abode due to roommate tensions. It didn't take long for you to decide that enough was enough, leading to a hasty exit and a new abode in a tranquil suburban setting. Boxes surrounded you, waiting to be unpacked, yet you chose a different path. Instead, you sank onto the mattress resting on your bedroom floor-to-be, indulging in a luxurious stretch. And then, almost as if by instinct, your phone found its way into your hand, ushering you into the lives of those who popped up on your social media feed. The minutes melted away as you became engrossed in their online narratives, momentarily shelving the task of tackling those patient boxes.

You suddenly perked up, your ears catching the rhythmically firm knocks that were padding at your front door. Emitting a groan, you lifted your arms to cover your eyes, but ultimately, albeit begrudgingly, you convinced yourself to rise. You dragged yourself towards the door, mustering a more upbeat appearance and putting on a cheerful demeanor before flinging the door open wide. Standing before you was a tall, well-built man, slightly stooping to meet your gaze since he towered over the door. In his hands, he held a transparent plastic container brimming with chocolate chip cookies. His face beamed with a broad smile, and he chimed in, "Heard whispers 'bout a fresh face movin' in." His country accent colored his words distinctively, "I reckon those ain't just whispers, huh?" He chuckled, extending his hand, presenting you with the cookies. "Whipped these up a bit ago, saw you pull up, figured you might need a quick nibble 'fore you use up all that newfound energy," he explained.

Grinning widely, you nodded in gratitude, "That's incredibly thoughtful! Thank you!" You accepted the cookies, glancing up at him. He momentarily stumbled over his words, then recovered, "Ah, where are my manners? I'm PB, got a farm just down the road," he gestured behind him, pointing in the direction of his homestead. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, PB!"

He lingered there, anticipating your introduction, but apparently missing the subtle cue, you found yourself locked in an uncomfortable hush. Prompted by the silence, you produced a clicking sound with your mouth, tilting your head slightly as you spoke up, "Hey, um, you wanna come on in and enjoy these?" you inquired. "Oh, yeah, definitely!" The rural gentleman agreed, his nod marked with agreement as he stepped across the threshold. He had to lower his head a bit to avoid grazing the doorframe.

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As time went on, your connection with him grew stronger with each passing week. In this local setting, he was the one person you truly enjoyed having conversations with. The others seemed to wear the same superficial mask, as though they were all cut from the same cloth – a far cry from the dynamic interactions you were used to in the city. Maybe your encounters with less-than-friendly individuals in the past made you treasure authentic connections even more. Now, you genuinely looked forward to sharing discussions with someone – and that someone happened to be PB. His distinct way of speaking, his natural kindness, and the way he treated you as an individual rather than just another task, made him stand out. The icing on the cake was when he jumped in to help you unpack, transforming what was once a dull chore into a joint effort. This departure from the norm was a change you wholeheartedly welcomed.

You did pick up on something, though. He seemed to be lingering around more frequently, his interactions taking a more intimate turn. He'd fixate his gaze on you more often, exude a touch more flirtation, and exhibit a subtle possessiveness. Then came the disappearance of trivial items – used clothes, candles, and even some of your eating utensils. Alongside these incidents, he'd bring you items he found appealing – polished rocks, books, and assorted trinkets – aspects you only fully figured out after reflecting on the bigger picture. The puzzle pieces were undeniably strange.

"After you," he drawled, opening the door to the quaint bar he was keen on showing you. You gave a nod and stepped into the lively ambiance, feeling him close the door behind you. The two of you soon settled at the worn wooden bar. Surprisingly, he opted for a sweet drink, a Malibu Sunset. "Hah, who would've thought such a tough guy would go for something so gentle?" you teased. "Aw, come on now," he chuckled, "I ain't one for gettin' sloshed too often; reminds me too much of my old man," he admitted, his arms folding as he leaned back in his seat. You nodded in understanding, resting your head on your hand, "Understandable."

Before long, your drinks arrived. He wasted no time in taking a sip from his, while you took a swig from the brown bottle in front of you. Just as you were settling into the moment, a striking woman in a crimson dress sauntered up and took a seat next to you. "Hey there, Sweetheart," she purred, crossing her legs on the stool beside yours. The glare she received from your buddy at your side was as clear as day. You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected possessiveness, deciding to playfully push his buttons. "Well, hello there, beautiful," you responded with a grin, leaning against the bar. PB's jaw hung open briefly before he cast his gaze down at his drink, his irritation evident as he swirled the ice with his straw, saying nothing.

You carried on chatting with the woman, leaving the fellow from the countryside beside you to nurse his drink in a silent fit of jealousy. As you exchanged playful banter, you couldn't help but notice her accentuating her "assets" more, subtly trying to catch your eye and perhaps entice you to spend the night with her. However, it didn't take too long before PB let out a sigh, taking a hearty swig of his drink before fixing his gaze on the woman. "Don't you have a bordello to run, Janet?" he quipped, a tinge of jealousy unmistakable in his tone. "Hold on there, big guy, just looking to have a little fun," she retorted with a smirk, eliciting a grumble from him as he rose to his feet.

Your attention followed him as he made his exit from the bar, catching sight of him through the window as he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up, leaning against his car outside, a visible frown marring his features as he smoked away his frustrations. You shot a casual shrug toward the woman, then let out a sigh as you stood up. Following PB's lead, you sauntered across the uneven expanse of the parking lot until you caught up with him. His cigarette transitioned from his lips to his side, his fingers flicking off ashes as his gaze momentarily averted. Then he spoke, drawling out, "Y'all are lucky I don't lay a hands women," his tone tinged with a Southern twang.

A few beats later, his gaze shifted toward you. You couldn't resist a playful tease, "Feeling a bit jealous there, tough guy?" poking his side. His expression soured as he responded, "Y'all reckon my feelings are some sorta joke?" Your grin faded as you sensed the seriousness in his words. "No! No! What's wrong?" you inquired, leaning against the car next to him, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. He spoke quietly, his accent adding a certain warmth to his words, "It rubs me the wrong way, seein' you eyeing others that way. Can't stand folks talkin' to you like that." His gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of moisture, though the tears remained unshed. "I want you to look at me that way, no one else. I want your eyes on me," he continued, his voice soft as a summer breeze, "Please."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes widened, taking in the raw vulnerability of his expression. "I'll think about it," you began, but he interrupted, his Southern drawl laced with urgency, "No, I need your answer now… please," he implored. You nodded, avoiding his eyes, your gaze dropping to the gravel beneath your feet. You fidgeted, shifting your shoes against the rocks and dirt, your mind racing to process his words. "Please," he repeated, the weight of his feelings carrying in his voice.

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[yawnzzznnn]

✰Dont Ignore me - Seungheon✰

✰Special thanks too: BabY_bOba, Seungheon, 8Turn

✰Note: sorry for uploading this late I'm a bit Ill at the moment so I slept all day but I hope you enjoy

✰TW: mentions of cheating : mentions of food :

✰Prompt: Elf Undercover

12-4-23

Everytime you walked into Seungheon's room he'd panic and usher you out, even the other members were confused as to why he was being so secretive. "Hey Seungheon-" you tried to say as you walked through his door, Seungheon jumped up hiding something before he came up to you facing you the other way, pushig you out the door then slamming the door and locking it, "what the hell..." You muttered staring at the now locked door Infront of you.

Rolling your eyes you turn and walk away, "hey Kyungmin, what's wrong with Seungheon?" You asked coming across the tall male in the hallway, "what do you mean?" Kyungmin asked tilting his head slightly "he's like avoiding me but being super obvious about it-" you explained, Kyungmin nodded his head slightly as if he was making a mental note.

"Have you tried to ask him about it?" kyungmin asked causing you to dramatically nod "yes! He won't even answer my texts or calls.." you pouted, Kyungmin sat there for a moment deep in thought "I'll talk to him..." He informed you, in response you noded and went your separate ways.

You decided to leave the dorms, sense there's no reason to stay if your boyfriend is avoiding you, telling everyone bye, they all stared in confusion, "wait why?" Yungyu asked, "why what?" You responded putting your shoes on, "you just got here, your leaving already?" Myungho asked from the couch.

"did you and Seungheon fight?" Haemin asked you shook your head 'no' "he's being weird, he won't talk to me nor let me in his room I don't dem it necessary to stay if the person I came for doesn't wanna see or talk to me" you informed. Everyone in the room noded bidding you a goodbye as you walked out the door.

This went on for weeks, eventually you just stopped coming over, "where's Yn?" Seungheon asked, peeling dried glue from his hands "ok, wait..." Myungho said as the members stared at Seungheon's state "one(1) why are you covered in glitter, glue and, paint? Two(2) Yn stopped coming over since they deemed it not necessary anymore" Myungho finished, Seungheon sighed ignoring the question he was asked, cursing under his breath he quickly ran to the door throwing his shoes and jacket on, he rushed out not even bothering to close the door behind him.

You were chilling on your couch watching Christmas movies while munching on a random ginger bread house you bought as an extra, your calm atmosphere was ruined by panicked banging on your front door, you sighed pausing your movie, looking through the peep hole on the door you see a very messy Seungheon, as he frantically banged on the door, you scoffed, rolling your eyes you sat back down on your couch, pressing play on your movie.

The banging stopped, you thought Seungheon left only for your window to open and Seungheon came crawling through it, "Yn listen" Seungheon said dusting himself off, glitter falling on your floor, you slowly blinked at Seungheon, confused and annoyed, "I didn't mean to ignore you or avoid you, I was scared you'd find out what I was doing..." Seungheon explained, "your words aren't really helping y'know, cuz your making it sound like your cheating or writing a hate blog about me" you sighed.

Seungheon's eyes widened as he shook his hands and head 'no' frantically, "wait no! You got it all wrong, I was making a present for you, for Christmas, I watch you make gifts for everyone else but no one ever does it for you...." Seungheon explained, as he kicked the ground lightly, your heart melted at his words, your cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry I make it seem like I was doing something bad, I love you I truly do, I don't want you to think so lowly of me..." Seungheon said wrapping his arms around you, "I love you too, but when your avoid me and panic when I come into your room it hurts, it makes me feel like your not being completely loyal" you explained your thoughts, Seungheons head nodded.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way" Seungheon mumbled as his head dug into your neck, your hands rubbed up and down his back "so about this present-" you brought up, Seungheon was quick to distance himself "no I'm not telling you anything" he exclaimed and he crossed his arms over his chest "please" you pleaded dragging out

#x reader #8turn #8turn fluff #8turn head cannons #8turn imagines #8turn one shots #8turn reactions #8turn seungheon #8turn x reader #8turn x y/n #8turn x you #lee seungheon #Seungheon x reader #Seungheon one shot #seungheon reaction #Seungheon

[jjtheresidentbaby]

⚽️ anon here :) back with more since your inbox is empty

hotch and Emily call jj a lot of affectionate names when she’s regressed but the most special one is their “blue eyed girl” or “blue eyes” bc they and everyone else in the world know jj has the biggest soft baby blue eyes that could melt anyone with a single look

(aka their blue eyed girl has them wrapped around her finger but she’s often regressed too young to really know it, that’s just dada and mama to her)

Blue Eyed Girl | Caregiver Hotchniss x Little Jj

a/n: Jj is the only baby to ever exist, she is the moment. honestly don’t know how I feel about this one but I think it’s cute

warnings: Hotch being referred to as ‘dada’ & Emily as ‘mama’ & Rossi as ‘uncle Rossi’

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“What’re you doing?” Jj tips her head down to where Aaron and Emily sit on the floor of the two bedroom house, the sink cabinets are opened up, Hotchs toolbox set beside them and a furrow in both caregivers brow.

“Trying to fix up the sink, it’s leaking a little.” Prentiss explains before she’s urging Jj to sit at her thigh, the blonde quickly plopping down with a huff at her blanket fluffing up against her shoulders.

“Oh. Can dada fix it?” Aaron pulls away from where he was tipping his head to try and get a better look at the plumbing. He might be handy around the house but he doesn’t know a single ounce of plumbing skills, looks like they’ll need to call someone up.

“I don’t think so sweetheart, I’ll have to call up a plumber.” Prentiss and Hotchner were really hoping to avoid hiring someone as random strangers in the house with their little girl always puts them on edge, but Jj’s eyes light up.

“Can we go out to eat tonight then?” She asks excitedly, blinking big through thick lashes to Aaron, his protests dying on his tongue at Jj’s shining blue puppy dog eyes.

“What does the sink have to do with eating out?” Prentiss snaps them both back to reality, giving her partner a knowing look that he was about to cave.

“Can’t do dishes if there’s no sink! Gotta go out, please mama, please!” Jj pleads, letting her fleece blanket slide down her shoulders to press her hands together and lean towards Prentiss.

“Uh-huh. And what would you like blue eyed girl?” Jj’s smile forces Emily and Aaron to break into small grins, she really is sunshine in human form.

“Rossi’s! Wanna go to uncle Rossi’s and have pasta!” Jennifer bounces in her place across Emily’s lap, excitement running through her body, giggling when Emily drops her head with a slight shake and chuckle.

“I thought you meant to a restaurant, we can go to Rossi’s any night we want babygirl.” She soothes a hand up Jjs back, laughing over to Hotchs smile.

“Restaurants are crowded, wanna go see Uncle Rossi!”

“Okay honey, let me call Rossi.” A night with no cooking and some family time isn’t the worst way to end a day, and watching Jj rush to go get her shoes on has Emily soft at the thought of her girl running into Rossi’s legs to babble about whatever might be on her mind. Definitely not a bad night.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!jj #caregiver!emily #caregiver!hotch #jj x emily x hotch #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #⚽️ anon

[puffpasstea]

Satellite- A Matilda Sequel

A/N: Here it is! This is the first chapter of the Matilda sequel, and, yes, it's sort of inspired by Satellite, but also I just think the song fits them so it made for a good title, hahaha. I hope y'all enjoy and still wanna read this part 2 🥺 please let me know what you think! all feedback is always welcome!

Warnings: mention of anxiety.

Chapter 1

I stared at the pile of coats on the floor that I’d created in my wake. I was definitely overthinking this, and I was going to make myself late. The thought of Harry being stranded at the airport, mobbed by fans, his picture surely to end up all over the internet, all because I couldn’t decide on the right coat to go with my outfit, sent a shiver down my spine. Still, I wanted to look as put together as possible when he saw me. This would be our first time seeing each other in ten months. A lot has happened in those ten months. Harry’s released an album, started touring, and the movie is almost due for its release….

At long last, I decided to go with the olive green coat; it was an old gift from my mother, and everyone always compliments my outfit whenever I wear it. Picking up the rest of my clothes off the floor, I began to hastily hang them up as my thoughts drifted back to Harry. Has he met someone in the past ten months? Does he ever think about me?

I sat on the bed and pulled up our text exchange from the days leading up to his trip.

Harry:

I’m SO glad you’re joining me for the press tour. I can’t wait to see you.

Me:

I can’t wait either! Let’s make one thing clear though: I’m not joining YOU on the press tour, I’m joining the whole crew…

Harry:

I know. When they told me they’d pay you and book your flights, I was all proud, My little Matilda’s all grown up.

Me:

Oh, relax, Styles. The dean just wants me there to make people think that our university is worth going to. I mean, if THE Harry Styles filmed there, that must count for something, right?

Harry:

I’d prefer not to imagine people making decisions about their future education around my filming locations…

It was unbelievably sweet of Harry to fly all the way out here just to accompany me on the flight out to LA, but I was glad for it. I’d never been to LA, or been on a flight of that long a duration before. The company was definitely needed.

I checked my makeup and my hair countless times in the rear view mirror of my car as I drove to the airport, and I tried not to let my daydreams of reuniting with Harry steer me off the road. I have imagined this moment over and over, endlessly in my mind, more times than I can count. Long before I even knew that I’d be asked to join them for press. Long before I thought I’d ever see him in person again.

I imagined the way he’d smile at me, with that big, toothy grin of his that somehow made him look both innocent and irresistibly charming at the same, his dimples melting my heart. I imagined him hugging me tightly by the arrivals terminal gate, the way he used to hug me at night, when I would get restless and struggle to fall asleep sometimes. I even imagined the things that he’d say to me, and the witty comebacks that would effortlessly roll off my tongue in response. Soon enough, I wouldn’t have to imagine. Soon enough, he’ll be here.

I walked across the parking lot, my heart racing with each step, making sure I was at the right gate for Harry’s airline. I thought I would have to look for him at baggage claim, but it was easy to identify his carousel when I spotted him standing by it, with his bags in hand, smiling into a phone camera, with a fan on each of his sides, taking a group picture. 

Harry gave each of them a quick fist bump and tapped his own chest with gratitude, presumably thanking them for whatever they’d said to him. He saw me when he turned around. I resisted the urge to call out his name or wave at him, to avoid attracting any more attention, so I did the hard thing and stood still, waiting for him to get to me.

“Hi, you’re here!” I jumped on the balls of my feet as soon as he was close enough, my enthusiasm making him smile faintly.

“Hey.”

I pulled him into a hug, feeling the outlines of his muscles underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. I’d expected those taut muscles to wrap themselves around me. But maybe my fantasy hadn’t taken into account all of his luggage. Reality is always a lot less ideal.

“Oh, you grew out your facial hair! I like it. Makes you look so grown up.” 

“Thanks.”  Is it just me or is he not happy to see me? I quickly shook off the thought, recalling our texts leading up to this moment.

“Thanks for picking me up. You didn’t have to.” Harry spoke once we were in the parking lot.

“Nonsense.”

The silence in the car was almost unbearable. It also gave my anxiety a lot of room to run out of hand. Was I supposed to kiss him? Why hasn’t he kissed me? Is he just tired or is he being quiet for a reason?

“So, thanks for agreeing to give this talk at the college, by the way.” I was desperate to get any words out of him.

“Yeah, of course. I mean, your Dean was kind enough to lend us the campus. Least we can do…” 

“The college kids are gonna love you.” I glanced at him at the stop sign.

He said nothing in response.

Finally, I resorted to music. I mean, he’s a musician. That’s gotta get a reaction out of him. “Any special requests?”

He simply shrugged.

I flipped through the radio, hoping that maybe one of the stations was playing a song of his or something….

I’d put up a good fight, some might even say admirable, but the anxiety won in the end. It always does. “Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you- I mean, you don’t seem– fuck, I don’t know. Are you mad at me or something?”

“You broke up with Christopher?”

Fuck.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry's house #dom!harry styles #fic

[no-1-partyanthem]

happy birthday AM album here are some thoughts i've had about it over the years

 For me, AM tells a story of learning to be vulnerable, and it does it so flawlessly. You get all these sneaky question songs (DIWK, RUM, WYOCMWYH) which are all steeped in many layers of indirection--- DIWK isn’t asking “how do you feel?” it’s “I’m so hung up on you i’m losing my mind but I can’t bring myself to ask you the question because I’m scared of what you’ll say either way”; RUM isn’t the narrator asking the object of his affection “Are you mine?” the lyric is “All I want to hear her say is, ‘Are you mine?’” as in, “I want to play the game just right so that she has to ask me how I feel rather than the other way around so I don’t have to be the one to start that conversation.”

Then you’ve got “One For The Road” in which the central question is: “I’ve been wondering whether later when you tell everybody to go will you pour me one for the road?” which is just the narrator trying to manifest her asking him to stay after everyone else leaves.

“Arabella” and “I Want It All” are less question centered, but IWIA is important to contrast with IWBY — the former is saying he wants “blind faith, heartache, mind games, mistakes” and her “sweet rigamarole,” he wants this cat and mouse game they’re playing, while IWBY is saying he wants every single mundane moment of hers; he wants to be at her mercy; he’s learned to be completely vulnerable with her.

“No. 1 Party Anthem” is an infinitely interesting song to me, from the title (their first hit was a literal number one party anthem... idk what it means but i think about it a lot) to the imagery (leather jacket collar popped like antennae...sunglasses indoors...lights in the floor and sweat on the walls... and so on and so on) to the vocal delivery (especially on the bridge) it’s just so rich. In terms of the vulnerability theme, for me it’s an inverse and opposite reaction to the complicated feelings he has with the main object of his affections — he’s going out to find a one night stand to take his mind off the whole thing; he’s retreating into this cool guy persona to avoid being emotionally vulnerable.

The back half of the album represents more growth than the first half, with “Mad Sounds” as a little intermission between the two. “Fireside” is honestly the one I have the hardest time with but the general gist is pretty straight forward: I still love you deeply, deeply. In a lot of ways it’s calling back to DIWK — “All these secrets I can’t keep” is a progression from “How many secrets can you keep?” and then there’s “I just cannot manage to make it through the day without thinking of you lately” which is basically the whole plot of DIWK. Except this song comes across as a lot more tender, a lot less slick and cool. 

WYOCMWYH is a clear progression of more directness, more open communication, as the story goes on, if only on her end. “Snap Out of It” is even more direct, but there are still levels of obfuscation. I think of it as saying, “Hey that guy’s all wrong for you but like i’m not going to do anything about it.” Which is getting a lot closer to a real romantic confession but not quite there yet. 

And then you’ve got “Knee Socks” which is mostly just very slinky memories of what this relationship used to be, but there is one moment of vulnerability: “You and me could have been a team.” Wanting to be a team is a lot more sincere than wanting mind games and mistakes.

And then, of course, all the sexy, slinky, tough guy imagery melts away in IWBY in possibly the least sexy opening line possible: “I wanna be your vacuum cleaner.” This song puts the narrator completely at the mercy of his love and puts all the power in her hands; he says he wants to be hers because he’s giving up control. He doesn’t want “4 in some velvet morning” or a “helter skelter ‘round her little finger” or any of the alcohol-soaked antics of the rest of the album; he wants the utterly unsexy, completely mundane moments of a life together. Her vacuum cleaner, her car, her coffee pot, her heater. Secrets come back again on the closing track, and he’s giving them up completely: “Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours.”

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One day in the middle of summer 2019, I got a song stuck in my head. Well, it was less of a song and more of a fragment, a shard, half a line. It was, “crawling back to you.” That’s it. Over and over and over, my last two brain cells screamed those four words at each other. 

I had no idea why it was stuck in my head, what song it was from, who sang it, or even what decade the song was released. For some reason I briefly thought it was maybe a Black Keys song. Sifting through their discography was a dead end, and I resigned myself to never knowing what song had burrowed itself into my poor little brain.

That is, until a Hozier video popped up in my YouTube recommended. He’d changed the key of the song he was covering, so I didn’t recognize it right away, but then he got to the chorus. “Crawling back to you,” he sang, and it was like lightning zinging down my spine. 

He was covering “Do I Wanna Know?” by some band called Arctic Monkeys. I knew nothing about them, and I still had no idea how that song had gotten stuck in my head, but at least I knew what it was now. 

That moment ended up changing my life.

Looking up “Do I Wanna Know?” on Spotify slowly snowballed into me listening to the AM album every single day for months, and then diving into all their other albums, and then branching out into other rock and rock-adjacent music, and then picking up the guitar to learn the “Do I Wanna Know?” riff.

I’ve watched and enjoyed other artists playing guitar for my whole life, but it was the Arctic Monkeys and rock music that made me need to pick up a guitar, that gave me the motivation to go from guitar admirer to guitar player. 

That switch happened in 2020, which was also one of the darkest years of my life. It had been a downward spiral of a year since February, but things took a sharp turn for the worse when I lost my job in September. After that, I mostly just slept all day. There were many, many days where I did not want to shower or eat or get dressed or get out of bed. 

But I always wanted to play guitar.

With the weight of my beat-up old Yamaha in my lap, things seemed a little less bleak. It was a way of communing with the music that meant so much to me — it was no longer enough to just listen to it. Earbuds were not close enough. Until they figure out a way for me to drink music or to inject it directly into my veins, the only way to get the music into my body was to learn to play it. So that’s what I did.

After around ten months of practicing that old acoustic for an hour every day, my 24th birthday rolled around. That night, my parents presented me with my very own Squire Stratocaster, and I cried. To me, an electric guitar is power. An electric guitar is joy. And staring power and joy in the face after feeling helpless and hopeless for a whole year moved me to tears. 

Keep in mind, though, that none of this is to say I’m any good at guitar. I struggle with my barre chords, and every riff I know is clunky and stuttering in my tiny hands. But I am so looking forward to sticking around long enough to improve. 

That’s not something I would have said in September 2020, and you can trace that seismic shift in mindset all the way back to a song getting randomly stuck in my head almost two years ago. I still have no idea what sparked it, and at this point I have no choice but to believe it was some kind of divine intervention. 

I’m forever grateful.

[melorasays]

Why am I so god damn sad today !!

#fr i am very sad #just feeling a lot of feelings #but like also none #im in a weird place #i just wanna melt into the floor and avoid everyone #personal

[saetoru]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈.

“gimme a kiss,” bakugou slurs, and you roll your eyes, giggling as you lean in and press a kiss to his forehead. “hell yeah, fuckin’ love those. gimme more,” he pokes your shoulder to bring your attention back to his face, and you shake your head in amusement as he huffs when you don’t.

“katsuki, we need to get you out of this shirt—”

“don’t care,” he cuts you off.

“well, i do. it smells like liquor, i’m not sleeping next to you in it,” you try to reach froward to go back to unbuttoning, but he pulls away with a stubborn grunt.

“gimme the damn kiss,” he argues, and there’s no winning against a drunk bakugou if you want peace. so, with a sigh, you cup his cheeks and pepper kisses across his face, pressing one final one over his lips. a small, barely-there grin erupts on his face as he leans into your hands, and you brush a thumb over his warm cheek.

“there. that enough for you?”

“yeah,” he nods, head drooping forward as his eyes start to close, and this is exactly what you’d been trying to avoid. bakugou always does this. he falls asleep on the couch, slumped on the floor against the kitchen counter, in the passenger seat of your car, anywhere but your bed—you can never manage to get him there in time, and a hungover bakugou with a sore back is never a fun bakugou to deal with.

“no,” you warn, tapping his cheek to wake him. “katsuki, do not fall asleep,” you say sternly, and he huffs, lifting his head up with a scowl, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as you unbutton his dress shirt. bakugou hates hero events, but he’s got a reputation to keep, and he’s got appearances to make, and he’s got duties to attend to.

“‘m tired,” he grumbles, “and why’re you trying to see me naked?” you stare at him with pursed lips as he looks up at you with a raised brow.

“i’m not. now lift your arms—”

“think ‘m hot? like what you see? wanna see more?” he grins, reaching to poke your cheek. he misses, and his body sways forward as he loses his balance, making you grab him with a sigh. “hey, keep your hands to yourself,” he snickers, and you almost think you should let him fall forward to the floor, face first.

but that would make him even more insufferable in the morning, and you like the idea of keeping the remaining bits of your sanity intact—not that there’s a lot of sanity left to keep when you’re dating someone like bakugou.

“you are too much,” you snort, but still, there’s fondess as you sweep back sweaty locks from his face, tracing over the slants of his features slowly as he closes his eyes and relishes in your touch. you don’t get to take care of bakugou like this often, so you’re grateful he’s a lightweight—even if he denies this fact to his grave.

“don’t think i’m hot? c’mon, i know you do just a little,” he insists, letting you finally peel his button down off his upper body. he hates wearing them, and he hates buttoning them more, so it’s usually a task you have to take on yourself, but you can’t say you hate it.

there’s something about little things bakugou trusts you with—buttoning his shirts, putting lotion on his cracked hands, washing the dirt from his hair after missions, they all make you realize he likes depending on you. and it surprises you initially, but you learn he likes the intimacy. but you also learn he likes the gentleness behind your actions more—they make him realize he’s not as bad as he seems, otherwise you wouldn’t have a goofy little grin on your face as you spike his hair up into a shark fin with the suds of his shampoo.

chuckling, you throw his shirt into the hamper across the room as you murmur, “maybe i think you’re hot, but only just a little.”

“well, i think you’re pretty fuckin’ sexy,” he pokes your hip, sending you a sly grin as you swat his wandering hand away with a warning glance. “best i ever had.”

“oh yeah? who else you got to make the comparison?”

“no one. everyone else sucks, so you’re best by default,” he shrugs. your heart melts a little, and you suppose this is what dating someone like bakugou does to you. taking things he means as an insult to others as a compliment for yourself, but it warms you up that he sees you as different, as good.

“you’re the best i had too,” you grin.

“course i am, i’m fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles, yawning as he falls back onto the bed and closes his eyes. rolling your eyes, you pull the covers over his body, giggling as you tuck him in and kiss his forehead goodnight—he never lets you do either on a regular night, so you take the chance when you can.

“this is my side of the bed, asshole,” you scoff, but still, there’s a content smile on your face as you crawl into bed beside him, and it widens when he leans into your body like it’s second nature even in his sleep. “night, katsuki.”

#drabbles. #teepods.writings #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst #bakugou x you #bakugou headcanons #bakugou scenarios #bakugou icons #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

[smutty-ki113r]

💥Ticci Toby💥|| Hot girl bummer

NSFW||~ One shot x afab gn!reader, includes— frat boy Toby, slight exhibitionalism, oxygen restriction, mirrors, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degradation, minors—dni. (3.4k)

Inspired by: Blackbear

The ambiance was chaotically beautiful, heavy, the kind you could only get at a collage party. Specifically, a frat party. You wove your way in between drunk girls dancing shamelessly, trying to avoid the tips and spills of their beer.

Stepping over red solo cups and around the beer pong tables, wondering why you had even agreed to come in the first place. Perhaps it was a friend you were accompanying, but you had for sure lost sight of her now.

Everything was in a discord, the loud music was bursting your eardrums. Your eyes squinting to not get too dizzy from the flashing lights and jumping people. On a mission to find a break away from the environment, catching a pair of devious eyes from afar.

They glinted of mischief, those pretty lights reflecting momentary bouts of danger as he watched you. He wasn’t drinking, his full attention drawn to your body so fully that you could have almost felt it if not for the commotion.

The walls seemed to come alive, the floor floating from each harsh thump the people gave as they landed. Not even bothering to excuse yourself as you pushed through, so enveloped in the people around that you didn’t see the guy right in front of you.

Toby, you were so glad it was him, probably the nicest guy in the fraternity, or at least thats what you thought.

“Damn did I get s-something on you?” He asks, gaze flooded with concern.

You melt, what else can you do? Lucky enough that he was even talking to you, not knowing that he had been observing you for the whole night.

He’s such a good liar, eyebrows tweaking as he rested a hand on your arm. A sort of symbol of protection, giving the delusion of making you think you were safe with him.

“No I’m fine” you reassure “just my head that hurts”.

Giving you a soft smile as he cups his hands to your ear so you can hear him “I h-have something that could help” he said as he peers around “it’s c-crowded, come with m-me”.

It’s not like he gave you much of a choice, practically dragging you by the wrist to a hall with some cabinets. The lights were dimmer here, a red tint pouring from the main sala of the house.

Waving a tin foil covered pill case that faintly rattled in your face. “As bad as my headache is, I don’t wanna get date raped” you felt almost bad rejecting him, knowing he had a ‘good guy’ reputation; the least likely to do something of that malice.

He looked shocked, “by who, m-me?” pointing at himself. You nodded sheepishly, he was impressed. Clearly, you weren’t just a pretty face, smart. “Y-You don’t t-trust me?” He asked accusingly sad.

It wasn’t you intention to make him feel bad, especially when he had helped you out before. Insisting on walking you to class and helping you with grocery bags, but he was just a friendly guy right? He did that with everyone…right?

“I would never hurt you.” He said, no tics or stutters; in such a tone that sent shivers down your spine, accompanied with a shock of heat to your core. Maybe it was supposed to scare you, but he was just turning you on.

“I love your hair t-today” he breathed, running a hand through your locks. Crossing an unsaid boundary, and it stayed that way, unsaid.

Making innocent conversation as the party went on behind him, the occasional people flooding the passageway a bit too much. Toby apologizing as he got pushed into you with a crooked smile. It’s not like you minded, his chest pressing into yours and his eyes raking over your figure.

It got so bad that he had to lean his arm on the side of your head to keep from crashing into you. You can’t help but glance at his flexing muscles, he definitely worked out, you could see it by the way his bicep rounded. Each flash of led light illuminating his toned features and his sharp canine.

Your efforts to hide your staring failing miserably as he too indulged in rounding every curve of your body with his eyes, undressing you in his head.

There was a mutual understanding, each second his face got closer to your own, heavy breaths swirling between the two of you. Words getting deeper and more irrelevant, prolonged with each exhale. Glimpses from his eyes to his lips, getting so near to having his skin on yours.

Meeting in the middle with a heated kiss, his hand under your chin to bring you to him. Shaky calloused fingers resting on your cheek, brushing softly as you leaned in.

Escalating quickly as his movements got sloppy, needing you quicker, more of you at a time. Taking you full in every breath, nibbling on your lip and moving to suck on your neck.

It was happening so fast, not enough oxygen making it’s way to your lungs to say something. His knee nudging it’s way in between your thighs to snatch it from you. You couldn’t hide your arousal, it was fucking impossible when he had you trapped like that.

The kisses filled with more and more desperation, latching onto your sweet spot and sucking, his tongue trailing the bite marks he gave you. You not even trying to muffle your whimpers, the music did that for you.

Thighs clenching around his knee as he drove it into you, your body losing yourself to him. That white tank top he wore sticking to his chest with a thin layer of sweat.

His hands twitching as he held them to your sides, trailing you greedily as you hooked up in the middle of the party. Your lips swollen from how he was abusing them, his hand unbashfully lining your collarbone and grasping your breast.

Pressing in all the right ways as his hot lips got dangerously close to your tits, his head covering the obscene act starting to unfold. Scattering ravenous kisses on your nipple, electricity coursing through you at the sensation.

His fingers dipping under your shirt and between the line of your shorts, finding the sides of your panties. Pulling the strings with a hook of his index to catch on your slit. Gently tugging to brush against your clit and get stuck in your sex.

“Wanna take this somewhere e-else?” from where he stood, tilting his head to ask with lidded eyes. Your chest heaving violently as a yes came from your mouth.

Toby taking you by the hand firmly to have you follow him, his broad figure parting the sea of people blocking the staircase. Lagging your tingly legs above each step to not trip.

Your mind overwhelmed with every memory that could have brought this to happen. Back to the first time you stumbled across Toby, when you were walking across the house and trying to familiarize yourself with the campus. A few of the jerks lounging around the front yard catcalling you, alone you were terrified.

Being the absolute gentleman the boy was, he stopped the conversation he was having on the porch, yelled at them and came up to apologize to you. You were borderline terrefied, wanting to leave as soon as possible but he was so persistent.

How could he not catch your attention? With those freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and a pointed nose, hazel eyes that seemed to glimmmer in the sunlight.

A goofy grin plastered on his face as he told you about the football game the following week. Tuffs of messy brown hair peeking out from the hole in the cap he had on backwards, it would have been cringey if he weren’t so handsome.

Bumping into you coincidentally as you bought groceries, the sweetheart offering to carry them for you. Being so bold as to tell you it was because he wanted an excuse to talk to you.

How could you not fall head over heels, happy enough to arrive at a bedroom. All the moments of tension that built up bursting as he closed the door behind you.

“Fuck y-you’re so hot” he expressed through a kiss, pulling back to lightly yank on your bottom lip.

Quick to tug at your shirt and tear your bra and shorts off. Your breathless ‘yes’ was enough consent, he couldn’t wait to get in bed with you. You pulsed in your panties with each of his touches, his arms coming around to feel your back. Encouraging you to sit on the bed, him standing in front of you.

You gulped, there was a shift in his gaze, it consisted of pure lust and darkness. This wan’t the Toby you had met. This version of him was more… sinister.

“Be good for me hm?” He coaxed, making you lay down on the mattress. Turning you over so that your head dangled off the edge. Catching a glimpse of the mirror on the ceiling before he neared you, his bulge right in front of you.

Your panties gathering slick as he revealed himself, standing proudly as he pumped a couple of times. You watched eagerly, the lewd sound of precum oozing over his length smearing when he fisted it.

“Open your m-mouth” he said, so demandingly that you didn’t dare disobey. Worrying about how you were going to fit him in you, hearing a dark chuckle above as his tip met your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”

A roll of his hips making you choke on his cock, giving soft thrusts for you to suck. Hollowing your cheeks as he fucked your face, hands flying to his thighs to get him to slow down.

He gave no avail, his cheeks rosy and his lip dropped in ecstasy. Lost in the way you couldn’t speak because he muffled your words with his dick. Those beautiful slurping sounds you gave trying to keep from being to messy driving him crazy.

Toby’s balls snug against your nose, not caring if he was making a mess or not. Saliva and precum oozing out your mouth, pooling in your hole and making a slosh noise as he thrusted.

His thighs on the sides of your head tightening as he let out more groans and weighted sighs. His pleasure making you ache to touch yourself, your fingers coming down to bring you further along.

Giving a “I don’t think so” and holding your hands in one of his, low enough to still see you struggle. Whining around him as you started to realize he wasn’t the nice guy everyone made him out to be.

Torn away from your thoughts at the feel of his free hand touching your throat, scouring for the bulge you both knew was there. He was so horny, loving the sight of you completely disheveled and trying to take him fully, choking and gagging horribly on his cock.

Fueling his ego with his balls flush against your lips, to the hilt with saliva over your chin and getting on your cheeks. A slobbering mess with makeup and tears running down your face.

Holding your head in place with his big hand, releasing your wrists so you could dig your nails into his thighs. Impossibly hard to take a breath with your throat muscles contracting around him.

Giving you a pitiful moment to breathe before rolling his hips back into you. Wearing a smug expression that you can’t see because your too focused on not passing out. A salty taste pooling out to make its way down your throat.

Your body giving little bounces back and forth because he’s pushing so hard he rocked the bed. Slightly dizzy from the blood rushing to your head.

And he can see everything which is so much better. He can see the way you squirm under him, groping your tits and holding onto them, pinching your nipples while he fucks your face.

It’s just a coy, to get you to moan around him, so he can feel you on each cell of his skin. Vibrating around him like the walls that surrounded the room, with that heavy music that crawls underneath the door.

Speeding up with the strict beats that played, thrusting at the intervals and making you gag. The sound more sweet than the surrounding music.

His eyes shut as he neared his orgasm, fingers digging into your head to use you like a toy. His personal fleshlight, just a tight little hole. He didn’t care that you were groaning for him to get off. He was too busy getting off.

“Fuck stay here, just a bit more.” He pleaded “Just lemme fuck your throat a lil longer k babe?”

You were throbbing, your legs pressing together to try to gather a bit of friction. Toby tweaking your nipples so that you’d moan around him, his mind so clouded with lust that he couldn’t move away. He needed your heat, needed to unload inside of you.

Hunching over to lay his hands on your thighs, using only his hips to roll into your mouth. Rubbing at your cunt to relieve a bit of the tension you were gathering. Disguising his act as kind when it was really an illusion to bend over and get to the back of your throat.

Your back arching as he folded you, taking the soiled cloth to bring you to release. Cock so far down your throat you can feel it stretching and abusing your throat crudely.

The loss of oxygen forcing you in and out of awareness, undeniably electrifying with you clamping around him. With a tightening of your core, of that coil that gives and needed to snap.

Sending you into a shock of white blinding pleasure as he came in your throat. Flooding you with his liquid and downing it through your pharynx. Forcing you to swallow quickly to not gag.

A hand coming to pull you up by your hair in your hazed state, kissing you desperately, not caring about the tinge of salt passing from your lips to his.

Now you could take scattered breaths, more concentrated and full when he laid you down again. Tearing his shirt off and exposing his physique, your blush unnoticed with the red lights of the room. Dragging down your panties to see your soaked cunt, his body tensing in a shiver of sexual need.

Toby attacking your body with kisses, nibbling on your torso as he crawled to you. He was still hard, you could feel it from the way he was grinding on your cunt. Making heat between you two as he kissed along your collarbone.

Pulling back for a second to give you a dangerous grin, holding his cock up to your stomach. “Look” he beckoned

“This is where imma be” he said, measuring where his cock ended on your tummy. Pressing lightly with the tip of his finger, he was really big, and thick. He would probably make as much of a bulge as he did on your throat.

Nudging his tip in you before you looked at him with wide eyes. You didn’t even get to ask about protection, he was busy spreading your cunt open. Sliding his head along your slick.

“I don’t like condoms” he said, “let’s go raw” not giving a second to pass before enveloping himself in your heat, “promise I’ll pull out”, you facing up getting to see your agasp expression reflected back to you.

It all looked so lewd, his chestnut hair swaying as he gave the first thrust. Your lip open in a flush, he stayed inside, leaning down to near in your ear just to whisper. “Can you feel me?” Twitching in response to your clamping walls “inside of you” he asked with a press of his thumb. “Feel how deep I am”

Coming all the way to the hilt as he set a pace, muttering curses and words of ‘fuck so tight’ as he pounded your hole. His pelvis slamming your clit and his hands holding your chest, itching all the way down to your pearl.

Swirling in nice rapid circles so you could clamp around his dick. Your eyes moving to his lips, which gave motions of heavy pants that you heard through the lewd clapping and the creaking of the bed.

Focusing above you to the mirrored ceiling, where he glanced at. A smile curling the ends of his lips upward as he held your chin to get you to gaze into his dark eyes.

“What a s-slut” he said, “watching your pathetic face while I blow your b-back out”. The beat outside getting clear with each of his thrusts, him bustling his chest on yours with urgency. “While I rail you” he continued, exasperated. “While I f-fuck you ‘till you can’t walk so I have to help you out of here”

“I’m such a nice guy right?” He laughed cruelly. You having to hold onto his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hair smelling of sweat and wood, a hint of cinnamon that wafed to you as his loaded balls slapped to your pussy.

The room was so hot, the friction between you two was heated like a pouring of existential heated need. All around you it reeked of sex, of that tangy delicious scent of desire. You coudln’t hold back the whimpers and moans spilling from your lips, the room sponging up ever “agh~” and “nghh~” you let out.

Blood rushing to your face at how everyone will assume you can’t speak because you tried too hard to have a conversation over the heavy music, not knowing how he was relentlessly slamming into you. Screaming and crying at how hard he was fucking you, nobody expecting it to be because of Toby’s dick.

You watched the unseemly like a movie in your reflection. Admiring his back flexing, the red lights tracing all of his curves delicately, lining ever muscle as he jackhammered into you.

His hot breath prickling the skin on your shoulder, his teeth biting softly. Arms wrapping around to bring you closer, addicted to the feeling of shared adrenaline. Your blood rushing even more at the thought of someone coming in.

His cock heavy inside you, dragging at your velvety walls with each pump. Reaching to the headboard to have a better grip, his abs contracting as he held on. You didn’t even realize you were crying, he must have lost himself in the pleasure, ramming into you with no let up.

“Shhhhh don’t cry” he cooed “i know you like it” his tone darkened. “Why else ‘r you squeezin me so tight” he breathed, his thumb once again on your clit to let you finish.

The sensation hitting you like a wave, your legs trembling around him. “Fuck you’re not letting me out.” he said, a line of a tease as you shook. “Mmm m’gonna cum” he told you “Guess I’ll just have to give it to you”.

Eyes frozen on the image above you, the pretty picture of you cumming all over his cock and sending him into his own spazzaming orgasm. His hands gripping onto the headboard for dear life as his eyes roll back, a stream of heavy pants on his lips.

Emptying his second load inside your warm twitching hole, your bundle of nerves swollen from pleasure. Your body in pure bliss as you screamed, gushing around him as he filled you. Throat red and abused, in such pleasure that you went hoarse.

Everywhere was so wet, so slick and heated. Toby rolling over after you were filled to the brim. “I didn’t pull out” he said with no consequence, as if it weren’t obvious. “I could fuck it out of you?” He suggested sneakily, you responded with a ‘seriously?!” face.

“It was worth a t-try” he said, pulling you close to his chest “Bummer”

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[janaem]

i like you

"man, he doesn't like me." you sighed resting your head on the palms of you hands. tears were stinging your eyes, for you felt nothing but disappointment and grief. but then again, those were the feelings that often came with having a crush.

___, your friend, cocks an eyebrow, "uhh, what the fuck? yes, he does. he just doesn't show it, give him time."

you furrowed your eyebrows, giving your friend a skeptical look, "and...how long are you gonna say this exactly? It's been years it seems..." you swallowed a lump in your throat, thinking back to all the times you've tried to catch his attention and start up conversations with him. if it was effective, you wouldn't have been stuck in this depressing mental space.

___ shrugged, "yeah, well, it does takes a while for boys to come around," they smirked looking at the teacher's whiteboard, "my ex is a perfect example."

still, a bunch of thoughts started occupying your mind as you watched the teacher project today's lesson onto the board. it's been months since you've started liking ___, and all you've ever wanted was for him to acknowledge you a little more than he did. because to you, it seemed that he has liked your first, way before you started noticing and liking him back.

the sexual tension between you two was rather noticeable. constantly catching each other's gazes in class (sometimes they would turn into staring contests), all those times where he would physically get close to you without saying a word, you would even catch him looking at you while whispering to his friends. all these things, yet neither of you had made a single move.

not like you had a problem, you enjoyed the attention he gave you. that's probably why you started crushing on him in the first place.

you've been pondering on the idea of making the first big move, but you've done that to your last crush and that steered them in the other direction. but every crush is different, maybe ___ might even admit his true feelings instead of hiding. he was sorta the type to be bold—in his own way. he made things direct, but indirect at the same time, and it kind of frustrated you, let alone disappointed you, but you were more disappointed in yourself than you were of him.

you shook off the thoughts that were constantly attacking you, and did your best to keep up with your notes.

"don't look...oh god, please don't look." you pleaded to yourself quietly, silently fighting the urge to see if your crush was looking at you. you stared blankly at you notes, head faced down to avoid any eye contact with anyone

___ was, in fact, eyeing you. watching closely as you tried to keep your composure. you sat in a slouched position, gripping your pencil, you bit your inner cheek fighting the temptation to even spare a quick glance.

"....okay, so i want everyone to come to this table for a demonstration." the teacher announced pointing at the large wooden table in the back.

the boys stood on one side while the girls were on the other side. that was until a few other students joined and mixed things up. the teacher stood at the head of the table, talking and talking away about more of today's lesson. you felt a little more better, your crush was out of your mind for now, so this time you were all ears and watching the teacher.

you weren't thinking of it, but you wish you hadn't. you spared a quick glance at ___, who was right across from you, his hand supporting him as he leaned onto the table. body slightly turned to the teacher, yet his eyes were right on you.

your stomach immediately dropped and you turned your attention back to the teacher, acting as if nothing happened.

once the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day, you immediately gathered your things.

"hey, ___, since your locker is closest to the band room, could you grab my instrument for me? I'll meet you downstairs in front of the school so we can walk together." your friend asked as you btoh exited the classroom. their locker was all the way downstairs and the band room was two stories above, exactly where your locker was.

"yeah, i'll see you later." you said turning the corner and heading up the long flights of stairs.

a part of you really dreaded this assignment because your crush also goes into the band room after school. even though he was quite popular, he was also a band kid.

once you were done packing your things, you hesitantly reached the band room door. peeking in to see no one was there, you felt a wave of relief as you entered the room.

there were stacks of instrument cases on the floor and on the shelves. how on earth were you supposed to find your friend's instrument? you couldn't possibly search the hundreds of nametags.

you decided to whip out your phone from your pocket and texted them 'where in the room do u usually put your instrument?'

meanwhile, you took a look around yourself waiting for your friend to text back. that was until the door swung open abruptly, resulting you to flinch on the stop.

you turned around to see ___ walking in, running a hand through his hair once once he saw you.

you immediately turned your attention back to the instruments. your heart pounds in your chest rapidly, as if it was about to rip out of your chest. you had to lean onto the shelf for support it was beating so fast. the pressure on your eyes was unbearable as you tried not to look at him again.

"hey, uh, are you looking for ___'s, instrument?"

you immediately snapped your neck in his direction, you honestly did not know how to act.

"yeah...you know where it is?" you felt a sudden buzz in your hand. you assumed it was your friend telling you where it was. what's it gonna hurt relying on your crush?

it's just above mine, we play the same instrument." he said tilting his head slightly in the direction of the shelf of instrument cases.

you were practically froze in your spot, not knowing if he wanted you to come closer to him. you just stood there and nodded, and ___ gave you a questioning look.

the silence was loud in the small band room, your heart beat increasing didn't seem to help.

you just couldn't look at him. you weren't sure why he was able to look at you...maybe he really doesn't like you and just sees you as a regular girl at school. well, that's how he's been treating you for the past months...so why were your expectations so high all the time when all you got was nothing?

"you don't have to get it, i'll get it myself." you said reluctantly breaking the silence. you walked over to where your crush was, the space between the two of you was very slim. you didn't think much of it as you grabbed your friend's instrument and then his from the shelf.

turning around, you felt something faintly brush against your bottom, that's when you immediately noticed that ___ was dangerously close to you. once again, the adrenaline in your stomach started up again, you awkwardly turned around, handing ___ his instrument.

__ stammered, realizing how uncomfortable you were, "oh um sorry, i didn't realize-"

"it's okay." you said starting to head towards the door.

"__, wait."

you turned around, completely stunned that he had just said your name for the first time in a long time, "yeah?" you honestly wanted to hear him say it again.

"there's uh...something i need to tell you," he set his instrument down next to his foot and dug his hands into his pocket.

"what is it?" you said inching towards him a bit. you could see ___ starting to get a bit nervous under your stare. he fidgeted in his spot, but he still managed to maintain eye contact.

__ ran his hand through his hair, "i think i like you."

'wait what!? oh my gosh this is not happening!' you said excitedly in your head, you instead furrowed your eyebrows in 'confusion,'

"elaborate." you deadpanned, crossing your arms. but in your mind, you completely understood how he felt, because that's exactly how you felt about him. you tried so hard not to run  around  and squeal excitedly like a maniac.

"look, i know this may sound creepy, and you may get a bit paranoid after i say this." he swallowed hard, as if there was a lump in his throat.

"no matter what i do, who i'm with, or where i am, i just can't stop thinking about you."

you forgot how to breathe at this very moment , was he just saying this? or was he being genuine? because with the way he has been acting for the past months, you didn't know what to believe anymore.

___ took a few steps towards you, "you're all i think about, you're all i ever wanna talk about."

you raised your eyebrows a bit, you've never heard something like this come out of his mouth before.

"there are so many things i want to do with you, but there are things holding me back, and i fucking hate it."

you just stood there in silence, watching as he anxiously ran his hand through his hair again, "fuck, i—no one has ever made me feel this way before."

everything seemed to move fast from there, yet it felt like it was in slow motion. wasting no time, you carelessly dropped the instrument on the floor, your body started to move on its own once you started walking up to ___, lovingly extending your arms and gave him the tightest embrace you could ever give someone.

the tension has suddenly melted away into obscurity, it was like two lost souls have been brought together after such a long time.

___ slowly snaked his arms around you, "i've been wanting to do this for a long time." he whispered, you shivered feeling his soft breath against your neck.

you didn't want to let go, and neither did he. ___ took the opportunity to kiss the part where your jaw and your ear met. you turned your head to face him. both of your faces were only inches away as ___ removed one of his arms from you to place his hand on your cheek. you closed your eyes, feeling his lips touch yours softly, pulling your body closer with his other arm.

you kissed back, deepening the kiss even more. you honestly didn't think this moment would come. you longed to stay like this forever, oh you wish you did.

you two parted for a quick second, with your eyes half lidded you saw ___ smile a bit, leaning into kiss you again. this time, the kiss was a bit rougher. ___ trailed his hand down your cheek and passed the sensitive spot of your neck. you softly gasped feeling his hand wrap around your neck, his other hand stroked your back slowly ...

suddenly, your phone buzzed, breaking the hypnosis you two were in. the two of you reluctantly parted, and you removed your arms form around ___ and reached into your pocket and took out your phone. It was a text message from your friend.

'coming down? :)' it said.

you widened your eyes in realization, "oh shit i gotta go!" you grabbed you grabbed your friend, ___'s, instrument case.

"can i at least get your number, ___?" your crush asked pulling out his phone.

"uh sure," you said pulling up your information, "here it is."

once you were finished exchanging numbers, ___ pulled you in for one last kiss. then you picked up the instrument case and dashed out the door. ___ followed soon after, but you were well down the stairs before he could see you one last time today.

you both couldn't wait to see each other the next day.

#crush x reader #crush imagines #crush scenarios #boy x girl #crush series

[reidgraygubler]

caught in the nets (spencer reid/reader)

Title: caught in the nets

Requested: no

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: smut, fluff

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, public sex (public bathroom), fingering, handjob, grinding, groping, heavy petting, fucking with fishnets on, tipsy sex, possessive), hand on jaw/neck (no pressure), swearing, drinking, mentions of a gun, mentions of casework, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3,944

Summary: Spencer loves what reader is wearing while out at a bar with the team

A/N: hi guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Here’s another thing i wrote. this is another thing I was super excited to write. AND I wrote it for one of my bestest friends @spencer-reid-in-a-pool for pom’s server fic swap. I wrote it in literally two days bc I had a week to write it. But it does have a prompt and a few other things she likes in it! also quick shout out to @newportonmymind for proofreading this!! i really appreciate you! I really hope you guys enjoy this piece! Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!

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Rough cases will always be the worst. Sometimes they felt hopeless, like we weren’t able to figure out how to save a victim. In the end we were able to save the victim and arrest the unsub. But it was still rough.

So drinks were a must when it came to the end of rough cases. I know it’s a bad thing to turn to drinking in a rough time. But sometimes nothing helped more than a drink. It was easier to relax with a little liquor in your system. Well, it was easier for me to relax with a little liquor. I couldn’t say about the rest of the team.

I was the one who offered up the idea of going to a bar when we returned home. I just needed a little something to help me unwind. Luke, Penelope and Tara were the next to say they’d be coming. After some light convincing, Emily, JJ, and Matt agreed. David was quick to leave before we could get to him about it.

Which left Spencer. At first he put up a fight, arguing that he had to go home. Home to what? We have the same situation. Eventually Penelope wore him down and got him to go.

“Okay, I’ll meet you guys there. I need to change out of these clothes.” I looked down at the business attire I had worn on the plane. I really wished I had changed out of them too, and into something more comfortable.

“Sounds good, Sweetness! See you in a bit.” Penelope looked at me with a smile. I returned the smile before collecting my things from my desk, and leaving.

Part of me wanted to wear a sweatshirt and sweatpants. But I also wanted to wear jeans and a tee-shirt, just to be comfortable. I also wanted to wear something more… party like. Mostly because we’re going to a bar, where there were going to be lots of people. Mmm…

I went with the latter. My outfit ended up consisting of a plain black top, paired with short-shorts and a “comfortable” pair of heels. Under the shorts I wore one of my favorite clothing items, a pair of black fishnets. They were one of my favorite things because I always gained the attention of someone. And I usually enjoyed that attention. I just don’t know whose attention I wanted.

Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I grabbed my bag and left for the bar. I was the first to leave the BAU, but the last to show up to the bar. Even Spencer was there before me, which was a rarity.

“Hey sorry I’m late. Traffic was nuts… And I just wanted to look nice,” I laughed nervously as I looked down before sitting beside Penelope. Everyone’s eyes were on me, and I tried to avoid the feeling of the stares. At first I tried to not be self-conscious, after all I was the one who wanted to dress a little more… sexy and get the attention of others.

“What are you wearing?” Luke asked after he took a sip of his beer. I looked down at my attire and shrugged.

“Wanted someone’s attention. Figured I’d get it here.” I gestured around the room towards the many groups of people. “Already got yours, Lukey-poo,” I cooed as I looked at him. He looked back at me with a weird look in his eyes. “Where’s Spence?”

“He went to get a drink.” JJ nodded towards the bar before sipping her drink. I looked over my shoulder and towards the bar. My eyes quickly identified the lanky and awkward body of Spencer standing beside the bar as he waited for a drink.

“Has the bartender been flirting with him the whole time?” I looked back at the team with wide eyes. Tara looked over at JJ with a smug smile before nodding. “No ones gonna save him?” “Figured we’d give him a try first.” Matt shrugged as he looked back at me. I let out a mildly annoyed sigh before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Emily asked as she looked at me. I smiled as her eyes very slowly lingered down my body. There was an obvious struggle, and I liked that. I was definitely getting the attention I craved tonight. Even though it’s from my superior.

“Gonna go save boy wonder from inevitable embarrassment that he will probably succumb to.” I rested my hand on the table as I looked at the team. JJ and Emily shared a knowing glance. “And I’m getting myself a drink.” I shrugged before shoving my hands in my small pockets and walked towards the bar and Spencer.

“Hey Spence!” I exclaimed as I looked at him. He looked away from the bartender and smiled. His smile, however, quickly melted away and a hungry look took over his eyes.

“H-hey,” he mumbled before looking back at the bartender. She looked between me and Spencer before muttering a few profanities and walking away. I smirked before taking the space up beside Spencer.

“You seeing something you like, Reid?” I asked as soon as I noticed him staring at me again. I leaned over the bar beside him and smiled.

“I.. Uh, I…” He cleared his throat before looking away from me and down at the counter. Well, maybe I did know whose attention I wanted…

“Anyways, I’ve come to save you.”

“Save me?”

“The bartender…” I whispered before nodding in her direction. Spencer looked down at her and we both caught her looking between us before dropping her gaze.

“The bartender?”

“Just get your drink and come on,” I laughed before standing up and away from the counter. Spencer looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. He was obviously confused as to what I was talking about. But I’ll honestly save him the embarrassment. “Oh, wait. I want a drink too!” I exclaimed as I leaned over the counter.

Once we both had our drinks, I silently led him back to the table. I enjoyed the feeling of people’s eyes on me as I walked by them. I could even sense Spencer staring at me. To be fair, my shorts were a little on the shorter side…

Maybe the attention I was getting was from the person I wanted it from the most…

Spencer and I returned to the table, and we were quick to join into whatever conversation they were having. The entertaining stories that Matt told about his kids made everyone go into a fit of laughter.

The laughter only grew the more drinks that everyone had consumed. We weren’t exactly drunk, well some of us weren’t drunk. But when someone in the bar orders a round of drinks for the table, it’s hard to say no.

JJ, Spencer and Matt were the only ‘mostly sober’ ones. Followed by Tara and me being tipsy, but sober enough to know what was happening. Penelope, Luke and Emily had enough to drink and had left the table to go dance with each other and random people in the bar.

“I wanna dance,” I muttered as I looked down at the table. Matt cleared his throat, causing me to look up at him. He was nodding a Spencer, who was looking around the room at all the other people. A small smile grew across my lips before I jumped from my seat. Spencer and JJ both looked at me with shock on their faces.

I looked right at Spencer and smiled. “You.” I pointed at him. “Me.” Then I pointed at myself. “We’re dancing,” I spoke as I jerked my thumb behind me. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he watched me walk to stand in front of him. I smiled as his eyes lingered on my body for a brief moment before landing on my face. “Come on. Let’s leave mom and dad alone.” I lifted a hand for him to take. He looked at it for a moment before hesitantly placing his hand into mine.

Once he stood, I dragged him over to the dance floor, where we both stood still. I didn’t know what was going through his head, but I wished I did. His body wasn’t tense, in fact I could tell he liked that I was being daring and the close proximity I was in.

We, and by we I mean me, hardly danced. It was mostly just me. And my dance moves consisted of me grinding on him. Which seemed to rile him up enough to entertain me. I enjoyed it more when he rested his hands on my hips and held me in front of him.

I looked around the room at all the people, watching as they continued dancing with their friends and people. Then I looked back at Spencer before grabbing his hand. His once hazel eyes were blown out black and a look of hunger and lust was settled in them. He looked like he knew what he wanted, and he was about to do anything in his power to get it too.

I looked away from him and around the room, again, looking for a familiar face. It wasn’t that I needed someone to save me from this moment. No. I needed to make sure none of our friends saw what I was about to do next.

I turned to face Spencer again and pressed my chest to his. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled them flush against his. The breath was knocked from my lungs when I felt how hard he was through his slacks and my shorts.

I grabbed his wrist and turned away from him before dragging him out of the bar and towards the bathrooms. He didn’t say anything when I pulled him into the women’s bathroom and into a stall. I’ll forever be grateful for that too because I don’t know where else we would go to.

I pulled him into a stall and locked it before pushing him against the door. His lips quickly attached to mine, and before I knew it his teeth grazed across my lower lip. And just like before, when we were out in the bar, his hands fell back to my hips and he pulled me against him. He rolled his hips to mine, pressing his bulge into my body.

“I can’t believe you,” Spencer groaned against my mouth. I looked up at him and smirked. “Why’s that? What makes me so unbelievable?” I whispered as I pressed a hand to his front. Spencer’s body froze and a hiss came from his lips.

“You coming to this bar, dressed like that, acting like you own the place,” his voice was low as he spoke. I smiled before I looked for his belt. “Acting like you aren’t arousing every man-- and woman-- here. That’s right, I saw the way Emily looked at you,” he continued as he looked at me.

“I just wanted attention from someone. But I’m sure happy that it’s your attention that I’m getting, Spencer,” I whispered before I pressed my hips against his.

“Well… I don’t think you’ll be getting attention from anyone else other than mine from now on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re mine now, Sweetness,” he mildly mocked the pet name Penelope had given me earlier today. I stared at him, my breathing growing shallow. “And no one else’s.” Goosebumps grew like fire across my skin once I realized the honesty and reality of his words. Or, well, I should say his possessiveness. At first I wasn’t sure if I wanted or believed what he said, but a moment passed and I realized… I wanted it so bad.

We both fell into a silent stare down. My hands, however, kept busy as they looked for his belt. But then a smirk grew across my lips the second I realized he still had a hard on waiting for me.

I was quick as I tried undoing his belt buckle, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he obviously did when I began struggling and fumbling for a moment.

“Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me, Reid?” I whispered as I carefully slipped my hand into his pants and briefs. My question was otherwise rhetorical. I knew for a fact it was a gun. But I also knew it wasn’t a gun.

Spencer took a deep breath of air once my hand was wrapped around his length. I smiled as I slowly moved my hand back and forth, gently applying pressure.

“It’s a gun,” Spencer returned, keeping his voice low, “But I’m more than happy to see you. Trust me.” I could tell he was trying to be sly with his words. Because when he started talking his voice was deep and a little rough, but as he continued on talking, they got a little shaky and a little bit higher. I wanted to mock him, but I knew better than to do that.

“Oh… I do,” I whispered as I quickened my pace. My lips were hovering over his. His breath fanned across my face, and I could just barely smell the gin and tonic he had drank earlier.

My heart was beating hard in my chest because I was about to fuck my co-worker in the bathroom at fucking bar. I wondered if his was doing the same thing. I wondered if his thought process was the same as mine too.

I also wondered if he felt the same way. Maybe I’ve always wanted the attention from Spencer. He was right there, and always has been, and always will be. Plus we’ve known each other for years. So what’s the harm? Maybe he felt the same?

The grip Spencer held on my hips started to tighten as I continued to stroke his length. I could feel his tension growing the longer I went. My lips slowly curled at the corners as I realized how much I was going to enjoy this.

Then it happened. Spencer flipped our positions so I was pressed against the door. Both of my wrists were in one of his hands, held above my head. His other hand was already messing with the button of my shorts.

“You think you’re the only one who can do that, Sweetness,” he whispered before pressing his lips to my neck. It was his turn to grind his hips against mine, easily taking my breath away again.

“Spence…” I gasped once his hand was finally down the front of my shorts. I tried hard to pull my hands from his hand, but his grip only tightened.

“See, two can play at this game,” he spoke softly as he swiped a finger up my slit. I bit my lips together as he gently moved his finger around the sensitive nub between my thighs. “But unlike you I’m going to let you finish.”

“I was go-oh…” I whimpered as my knees buckled down causing my hips to grind on his hand. He smiled before carefully pushing a finger into my entrance. It was suddenly hard to concentrate as he curled his fingers just right.

“That’s what I thought,” Spencer murmured against my ear before moving his mouth to the corner of my mouth, then to my neck. A small moan fell from my mouth as he sucked a spot onto the base of my neck.

I stayed silent as Spencer continued whispering dirty things in my ear. Part of me almost forgot who I was with. Not because of what was happening, but because of what he was saying. I had no clue Spencer could say such dirty things. My train of thought was all over the place, derailing the moment I would gain a coherent thought.

Once I did eventually finish on his fingers, he pulled his hand from my shorts and looked down at me. It was a silent moment of a stare down. I was quiet because I was sure of what was about to happen. I was about to fuck Spencer Reid. I was willing to bet Spencer was calculating how long the events of everything would take. I didn’t care, I just wanted it and I wanted it now.

I broke the stare down, looking down at his slacks and the bulge that was still pressing against the fabric. I silently undid the button and zipper and pushed his pants down.

Spencer stopped me before I could do anything else. I looked up at him, my eyes staying on his face as he pushed down my shorts. Then it happened. I was expecting sex to happen like normal. Half naked.

I furrowed my eyebrows when he started getting ready. My tights were still on me properly. He didn’t forget. Man has the best mind in the world. He wouldn’t forget about my tights.

“Wait,” I whispered as I went to pull my tights off, but Spencer stopped me. His hand wrapped around my wrist before he pulled it away. “I gotta take my tights off if we-Oh…”I looked up at him with wide eyes once I realized what he wanted.

“Keep them on,” he whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear him. I nodded lightly. Truth be told, I could see the appeal in it. I did wear the fishnets for a reason. And I knew how I looked in them.

“I can do that.”

Spencer hoisted one of my legs around his waist and pressed my body against the wall. I stared at him, my arms wrapped around his neck to keep me up right. He also helped keep me up by keeping his hands on my hips. Once I was steady, Spencer ripped a hole in the crotch of my tights.

My teeth bit down on my lower lip as he dragged the head of his cock down my pussy. I almost couldn’t handle the way he teased my entrance. I wondered if he could see how frustrated I was starting to get. He’s a profiler. He should just know already how much I needed this.

“I swear to-” ‘God, Spencer.’ My words were cut off with a moan as he pressed into me all at once. It was hard to keep my head up right, and I fought for a moment before finally dropping it to rest on his shoulder. I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down.

Spencer moved a hand around to rest on my bottom. My mouth fell as his hand began massaging my flesh. That, paired with the way he began moving his hips started becoming too much for me.

He looked down at me, sweat beginning to mat down his hair to his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he picked up his pace. My leg around his waist pulled him closer to me.

“Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop,” I whined as he finally moved closer to me. My body began moving up and down the door. The cloth of my tank top had started riding up, and my hot skin was instantly touching the cool steel door.

Spencer lifted a hand to my head, placing it on the backside before pulling my face to his. His lips pressed everywhere on my face, not one spot was ignored. I pulled my hands away from his neck and grasped his shirt and tie, keeping him in his spot.

“You could’ve worn anything and I still would have wanted to fuck you. Sweatpants and oversized tee-shirt, that pencil skirt you wore back in Oklahoma… But the fishnets really do take the cake.”

“I-I knew someone would like them.” I tried to keep my voice steady. But it was so hard when pressure began growing in my stomach and between my legs.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this? You here, looking like this,” his voice was almost a growl. My chest began heaving with each word he said and each movement he made. “Too damn long, that’s how long.”

Spencer removed his hand from the back of my head and dropped it to between my legs, resting it high on my thigh. His thumb moved back and forth on my leg, over the material of the fishnets. The look in his eyes drove me wild, and I loved it so, so much.

“Better me than anyone else. I’m not willing to share.” Spencer actually growled as he moved his finger to the crest of my legs. He smiled when I looked up at him with a mildly panicked look in my eyes. “Do you understand why, Sweetness?”

“N-no.”

“As I told you earlier, you’re mine,” he struggled as he tried to hold back a moan.

“Fuck,” I cried as my head dropped back down to his shoulder. I pressed a hand to the wall beside me. I gasped for air as the pressure in my stomach grew to the point of exploding.

“Only I can make you feel like this. You got that, Sweetness?” Spencer groaned, which quickly caused me to nod.

It was impossible to stay quiet as the pressure built up more. The situation was pushed more as soon as Spencer started moaning more into my ear. It was so overwhelming the second he said my name.

And then it happened. I finished before him. But it wasn’t too long after that a familiar warmth spread throughout me.

Spencer dropped his head to my shoulder, and we were both left in panting, breathless messes. My eyes were stuck open as I tried recollecting myself.

“I waited a long time for that too, Spencer,” I whispered, breaking the silence after a few minutes passed. He laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Of course you do.” I shook my head and pushed his body off mine. He looked down at me with a smirk. “What… What does this mean?”

“Could mean anything. We let things happen naturally, or we pretend nothing happened at all. I’d prefer the former, if I’m going to be honest with you.” He gently lifted a hand and rested it on my face. My nose twitched as soon as I felt something rolling down my thigh. Then my eyes widened.

“N-naturally… Yeah,” I whispered, mostly to myself, as I reached for a wad of toilet paper. I quickly cleaned up the mess that was between my legs and shook my head.

“We should go. Get you properly cleaned.” Spencer spoke up once I was done cleaning myself a bit.

“Well now we gotta go out there and pretend like nothing happened,” I whispered as I looked up at him. Spencer shrugged like it was no big deal. “Where did this sudden cockines come from?”

“When I realized you could have any guy in the bar… And you chose me.” He smiled before wrapping an arm around my waist. I widened my eyes as we exited the bathroom and entered the crowd of people together. People stared at us as we walked by, but I couldn’t tell if it was both of us they were staring at or just me. Spencer’s grip around my waist tightened as he pulled me closer to him. “Remember, Sweetness… I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” his voice was low. My body stiffened once the reality of his words hit me. His.

“Where were you guys?” Emily looked between Spencer and I. I looked at her with wide eyes, my expression telling her (and the rest of the team) everything they needed to know. I’m sure I looked like a hot fucking mess.

“Sweetness here was outside not feeling too well. So I brought her to the bathroom and helped her out a little bit,” Spencer lied with a smile.

Even he knew the lie was useless. But I think everyone would rather believe the obvious lie than rather just know the truth. To be fair, I’d rather tell them all a useless lie rather than the truth. “She still doesn’t feel too well. So I’m going to take her home.”

“Oh! Bummer! I hope you feel better!” Penelope was the first to speak up. I was thankful too that she played along because I really couldn’t handle that embarrassment…

“I will.. Hopefully by morning… I’ve got the best doctor I know taking care of me.” I smiled softly as I looked up at Spencer. He glanced back at me with a smile.

“Have a nice rest of the night.” Spencer nodded to the team before guiding me away from the table and towards the front doors.

“My place or yours?” I looked back at him once we were finally outside and walking towards his car.

“Mine.”

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[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

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[falcqns]

Hiiii! Long rant ahead 😅-

Can I please request a Bucky x civilian!fem!reader (Avengers au! Endgame never happened au! Bucky joined the Avengers au!) where Sam & Steve are friends with a civilian girl who Bucky starts to really like (but Bucky being Bucky, he’d be worried she would be scared of him, & he thinks he’s a monster 🥺 so he wouldn’t admit he likes her), she really likes him too, & one day when she’s spending the night at the Avengers HQ, he has another nightmare & she calms him down & goes to sleep on the floor with him & they cuddle & he kisses her 🥺 The next morning, Sam & Steve would go up to Bucky’s floor & see them cuddling on the floor of Bucky’s living room🥺 The rest of the Avengers would come up there out of curiosity & Tony would tease them so much & try to take pictures lol. Steve & Sam would be smug but also really happy for Bucky because she’d be good for him 🥺🥺🥺 Sam would annoy Bucky so much about it 😂😂💜🥰

you could never hurt me

pairing: Bucky Barnes x civilian!fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, soft!Bucky, almost sub!Bucky which I love and wanna write more of but im scared too bc idk if people want that, Tony being a dumb ass as usual, Sam and Steve are good friends

a/n: this got wayyy more fluffier than I planned on bc I've been diving into the little!Bucky tag on AO3 too much and he’s always such a sweetheart and I wanna write some but im too scared I’ll get hated on eep. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

God, you adored Bucky.

Despite everything he had been through, he was such a sweetheart. He had a softness to him, a softness he didn’t show most people. 

You really didn’t expect to fall for him when you started running with Sam and Steve a few months prior, but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, despite the softness you saw, he seemed to hate you. 

You didn’t know why. He was never verbally rude, he’d often leave a room as soon as you’d enter it, and avoid you as much as possible. 

You’d been over to the compound plenty of times, but you had never spent the night. Tonight was Tony’s birthday party, and you wanted to talk to Bucky about why he hated you so much, but you didn’t see him at the party, or after. According to Steve, he hated parties, and tended to lock himself in his bedroom  until the party was over, when he would venture out and eat some of the left over food.

Once the party was over, you and the rest of the avengers, except Bucky, were sat in one of the many common areas drinking a few more beers before everyone retired for the night. 

You heard Bucky’s door shut behind him, and watched as he walked into the kitchen. The team seemed to completely ignore his presence, and that stung a little bit. Did they not see the sweet and innocent Bucky that you, Sam and Steve saw? You shook the thought out of your head as Bucky trudged back to his room with some food and a drink in his hand, completely ignoring his teammates. 

You sighed internally, and decided to bring it up another time. 

You had just settled into your bed for the night, when you heard noises from Bucky’s room, which was right beside yours. You ignored them at first, thinking they were just him moving around and getting ready for bed, just like you had moments before. But, soon you started to hear different noises. 

You stood up from the bed, and pressed your ear against the wall that separated the two rooms. It sounded like he was trying to call out for someone, and couldn't. Like he wanted to talk so badly, but his words were catching in his throat. You feared that he could be severely hurt, so you ran out of your room and knocked on his door. 

“Bucky, you okay?” You said, and the sounds only continued. As they got louder, you knocked again, but there was still no answer. You tried the door knob, but it was locked. You looked down the hallways and was tempted to knock on Steve’s door. You wanted to make sure he was okay and you were definitely not strong enough to kick the door in.  

Just as you were reaching Steve’s door, you heard a low shout, and sobs rip through the air. You ran back to the room and tried the door handle, which was still locked. You breathed deeply, as you tried to figure out what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked hesitantly, and she answered right away. 

“What can I assist you with Ms Y/L/N?” 

You breathed in relief. “Can you unlock Bucky’s door for me?” 

“Sergeant Barnes has restricted access to his room. The only one who was access is Captain Rogers.” You groaned. 

“I just want to make sure he’s okay. He can get mad at me all he wants for breaking into the room but he doesn't sound okay,” You reasoned.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded instantly. “I agree. His heart rate and blood pressure are rising. I will unlock the door.” A second later, a low click was heard, and this time when you tried the door, it unlocked and you stepped into Bucky’s room. 

The sight of him broke your heart. 

He had abandoned his blankets on the floor and crawled into one of the corners. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his forehead was resting on his knees as he cried his poor heart out. You rushed over, and crouched in front of him. 

“Bucky? Are you okay?” You asked, and he shook his head, trembling slightly. You heard his teeth chattering, so you grabbed the comforter from behind you, and wrapped it around his shoulders. His cries slowed slightly, and he looked up at you.

“W-why are you helping me?” He asked, stuttering slightly. 

You furrowed your brows. “You’re obviously not doing well, and I want to help you. Why wouldn't I help you?” 

Bucky choked out a laugh. “I thought you'd be scared of me. Of what I can do. Of what I've done.” 

You sat criss cross apple sauce in front of him, and took his metal hand into your flesh one. You held it up, and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m not scared of you.” You said simply, and Bucky nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. 

He looked down at his lap. “I could hurt you.”

You scoffed and moved closer. Without letting go of his hand, you manoeuvred to your knees, and pushed his legs down flat. You straddled his lap, you free hand rising and tangling in his locks that were wet from both his shower and sweat. “You could never hurt me.” You stated, your hand in his hair sliding down to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing against his soft and kissable cheek. 

You watched as a tear slipped from his eye, and danced like a rain drop in a carwash down his soft but still stubbly cheek and jaw. 

“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, his chin trembling. You smiled sadly and wiped the tear away. 

“You are is deserving of everything sweetheart. You’re such a sweetie pie and it sucks that the rest of your team doesn't see it, because you deserve all the loves and cuddles you could get. What you did, that wasn’t you. It may have been your body, but it wasn't you. You have been treated so harshly by so many people, including those who were supposed to protect you from those who did hurt you, when all you deserve is such kindness.” You said, and smiled when Bucky practically melted into your embrace, his head burying itself in your neck. He unraveled your fingers, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling in your neck. 

“Thank you. No ones ever said something that nice to me,” He said, and you felt his eyes flutter closed against the skin of your neck, finally at peace. 

“You deserve it.” You said, and you pulled away slightly. He let out a whine, but then his eyes widened, almost expecting you to hurt him. Your heart melted and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“It’s okay if you’re feeling vulnerable, baby. I’m right here. I won't leave, and I won't hurt you. Let’s lay down okay?” You said, and he sniffled as he nodded and followed you groggily over to where his blankets were on the floor. You laid down, and opened your arms, inviting him in. 

He laid down in your arms, and his face found your neck again. He breathed in slightly, and sat up on his elbow suddenly. You furrowed your brow, but all the questions that were swirling in your head were answered when he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, and cupped his jaw again as your lips moved together slowly and sensually. 

The kiss broke a few moments later, and you ran a hand through Bucky’s hair, a dopy smile spreading on his face. 

You opened your arms again. “Come lay down, love.” You said, and he instantly complied, his body finding its previous position. You heard his breathing even out seconds later, and knew he was finally getting the sleep he deserved.

The next morning, Steve and Sam went looking all over the compound for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. They walked past Bucky’s room once more, and made eye contact. 

“You don’t think-”

“Theres no way-” They said at the same time, and decided to look.

 A smile cracked on both their faces when they saw you and Bucky, still curled up on the floor. 

A flash went off, and they turned to face Tony. “Fuckin’ finally. Been waiting for Tin Man to make a move for months.” He said, and Steve smacked him upside the head. 

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Happy new year!! Could i request mc running up to everyone to give them a surprise hug? I hope you have a wonderful day 😊

React to Surprise Hugs From MC!

Warnings: cuteness overload

Summary: How the Obey Me! characters would react to receiving a big surprise hug from MC

a/n: I LOVE SURPRISE HUGS SM THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT JDFHJKSLFLHDLK also omg this request came in a month ago I’m so sorry it took so long i really hope the quality makes up for lost time

- Lucifer isn’t exactly big on surprises since he is always so focused on business and follows strict schedules

- So when a body slams into his full force and wraps their arms around him he is shocked and stiff

- He scolds MC the first time it happens but on the inside he has zero thoughts. Like they all disappeared the second MC embraced him

- He begins to acknowledge their scent approaching him at quick rates and braces himself for the impact so he doesn’t drop any paperwork or get knocked over

- Every time they hug him he is stiff for the first few moments before he melts into the embrace with a content sigh and a slight upward tug at the corner of his lips (why didn’t i just write smile? idk i don't wanna talk about it)

- will occasionally give them a surprise hug as well

- when MC came running up from behind him and slammed into his back, wrapping their arms around his torso he was stunned for a moment, stuttering out gibberish and blushing

- “o-OI WHADDYA THINK YER DOIN’ HUMAN?!”

- his face is bright red and he acts like he doesn’t like it

- But the second MC tries pulling away so he’ll stop complaining he will turn around his wrap his arms around them tightly, resting his chin on their head to avoid eye contact

- “the g-GREAT Mammon never said he wouldn’t indulge ya, so... stay a little longer, yea?” he quietly spoke in a fragile voice

- He was so focused on his game that he had absolutely no clue MC was even in the room with him

- He was sitting on the floor holding his controller, but it was quickly knocked out of his hand by the force of MC slamming into him 

- “M-MC?!” he stuttered out face bright red and his hands trembling with nerves and excitement

- MC tightened their grip around the purple haired navy general’s torso and hummed, nuzzling their face into his shoulder

- He won’t admit it but he doesn’t want them to stop, even if the embarrassment of having the human all over him kills him

- After he gets a bit more comfortable with MC 

- He was browsing the RAD library, and MC spotted his back open for attack, so MC being MC they ran and tackled him from behind in a big hug, arms thrown over his shoulders, and the tips of their toes barely touching the ground

- At first he was annoyed, thinking some random succubi had chosen to throw themselves at him 

- But the second he realizes it’s MC a soft smile comes to his face and he pushes them off gently to spin them around and hug them from the front

- “What is this all about, Kitten?” he asks, holding MC tightly to his chest

- When they respond telling him they just felt like giving him a surprise hug he blushes and hides his face in their hair, leaving a small kiss on their head before turning back to the books on the shelves

- Notices MC starts to give him a lot of surprise hugs when he is angry and it becomes one of the only ways he can calm down

- Asmodeus definitely gave a lot of surprise hugs beforehand, so it wasn’t anything new for them to embrace

- But for MC to come sprinting at him and leaping into his arms the second he turns to see who was running down the hallway makes his heart burst

- He is just so happy

- He will refuse to let go of them after and simply picks them up, wrapping their legs around his waist and carries them around with him while he does whatever he was doing

- Either that OR he will pinch their cheeks between his slender fingers in a teasing manner, smirking while cracking jokes about how they couldn’t help throwing themselves at the beautiful Asmodeus

- very soft and enjoys the embrace no matter how long or short it is, he just loves MC

- He was at the stove, cooking a midnight meal for himself when he suddenly felt a smaller body throw their arms over his shoulders and crashing into his tones back

- He turned his head slightly to the side and saw MC dangling off of him with their arms around his shoulders and their feet not even touching the floor at this point

- He blushes and smiles and asks them what’s up, trying to make friendly conversation

- Will also help their legs up so they can just chill out on his back like a koala while he eats

- He also will give them surprise hugs, but he is also very careful when doing so because he knows how big and strong he is and how easily he could hurt the poor human :(

- He was half asleep, dragging his tired body across the house to go eat dinner with his brothers and MC, when a body suddenly threw itself at him, knocking both of them to the floor

- He groaned and was a bit annoyed by MC’s behavior, but when he saw their little smile while they giggled at the situation, he simply rolled over and pulls them closer

- Insisted they just sleep then and there because MC was so warm and soft, he never wanted to let them go

- Beel literally had to pry his arms off of MC so they wouldn’t starve to death by missing dinner

- If MC is ever standing in front of a soft surface they better be ready to be tackled down by him from now on

- MC came sprinting to his office after classes were over and they threw themselves at him as he sat in his chair.

- Both MC, Diavolo, and the chair nearly broke but Diavolo was happy that MC was being so affectionate

- He will laugh at the mess they made from their surprise attack and insists they surprise him like this everyday after classes (even though it wouldn’t really be a surprise anymore)

- So from then on he always keeps a close ear for the final school bell to ring , and when it does he stands up , ready to catch the human in a tight hug

- Sometimes if he’s super focused he forgets to get up and MC and him break the chair, which poor Barbatos now has a closet full of identical chairs just for these occasions

- You can’t catch this man by surprise. you just. can’t.

- He will always turn to catch MC before they actually come in contact with him

- His instincts and sense of balance are so good that one time MC tested him by throwing themselves at him while he was serving tea to Diavolo, and the butler managed to not even move the tray of hot drinks when catching the human

- Find’s MC’s goofy smile that they give him afterwards very adorable and it is one of the only times you will ever see him blushing

- He is so soft for “surprise” hugs and occasionally he will pretend to be surprised, just to humor them

I’m sorry I had a crack idea so I had to write it so it isn’t as fluffy as the others

- All he heard was someone sprinting at him and he lowkey panicked so he put up a magic barrier between him in the footsteps

- He turned just in time to watch his fellow exchange student crash into said barrier and fall to the floor with a pained whimper

- he is stunned for half a second before taking down the barrier and sprinting to MC’s side

- He feels really guilty but is also a little sh*t about it

- MC: “WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU STUPID WIZARD?!”

- Solomon: “I FELT THREATENED, OKAY?!”

- Is pleasantly surprised when the human suddenly throws themselves in his arms

- Hugs them back tightly with a big smile and red cheeks

- He feels glad that MC feels safe and comfortable with him enough to do this to him

- He loves hugs so much i hc he is the best hugger in the entire game i don’t take criticism 

- He will even swing them around a bit/do a little twirl when catching them for fun

- baby is embarrassed

- MC is huggign him like he is a puppy and he hates it at first

- but then he is like “oh,,, this is,,, n i c e”

- a v happy and good angel baby boy

- he hugged back after a few moments

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daydreams : b.b

there’s always been something between you and bucky. but when it comes to telling him, you’re left wishing for a daydream that’ll never be. (inspired by the song daydream by maisie peters)  (2.2k)

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“Mornin’ Y/n,” Your ears perk up as Bucky strolls into the kitchen with a tired smile, one that never fails to warm your heart.

Natasha resists the urge to chuckle at your lovesick state as you try to subtly watch Bucky make his morning coffee. “Sleep well, Barnes?” Natasha asks, seeing your eyes widen out of the corner of your eyes. If only Wanda were here, she’d love to know what you’re thinking about.

“Not really, I’ve been finding it hard to fall asleep.” Bucky explains, now leaning against the kitchen counter as he blows on his coffee, unaware of the near heart palpations you’re having at the sight of his pursed lips. “A lot on my mind, but nothing at the same time.”

“I get that,” You speak up, now catching Bucky’s attention. “you wish your brain had an off switch, god knows I need one.” You chuckle into your cereal and hear Bucky laugh softly to himself.

“Well, maybe Tony will make one for us someday, doll.” Bucky jokes as he winks to you and nods to Natasha before exiting the kitchen.

Natasha raises a brow to you as you try and avoid choking on your cereal. “Huh, doll?” Natasha quips, causing you nearly splutter your coffee all over the counter.

“Oh stop,” You nudge her lightly. “it’s nothing really. Bucky calls all of us doll.”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha comments. “I think you’re the only one he calls doll, Y/n.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Nah, I swear I’ve heard him call Wanda doll before.” You trail off, trying to think deeply if you’ve actually heard him call anyone by the nickname, or if in fact, it has only been you.

Picking up her coffee, Natasha simply mumbles into it. “Whatever helps you get through the day, Y/n.”

*

Yawning, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes drooping as you stare at the screen.

“We keeping you up, Y/n?” Steve jokes as you curl up on one end of the sofa whilst Bucky remains on the other.

“Nope, I’m good.” You comment, giving Steve a thumbs up.

“And you call us old, huh?” Bucky adds, feeling you kick his foot off the sofa playfully as you pick up a cushion and hug it tightly.

Within a matter of minutes, you give in to the desire to fall asleep. At first, neither men notice the lack of comments or shuffling from you. But when you subconsciously dip towards Bucky, his reflexes aren’t what they once were.

Bucky looks down to see you lying on his metal arm, still hugging the cushion as your breathing deeply, lost in a heavy sleep. “Oh, Y/n.” He chuckles quietly as he lifts his arm up and wraps it around you, holding you close as the film carries on.

Yet, Steve tears his eyes from the screen to observe the rare sight. Bucky allowing himself to fully unwind and enjoy the moment he’s in.

“Quit staring, Steve.” Bucky speaks up, snapping Steve out of it and reverts his attention to the film whilst Bucky smiles to himself, running his fingers along your arm soothingly before he tugs on the blanket draped over your feet, bringing it further up to stop you shivering. “There you go, doll.” He whispers as you curl up closer into Bucky’s embrace.

*

Natasha stands behind you as she helps secure your dress. “We good?” You ask, turning your head as Natasha steps back and smiles to Wanda.

“Oh we’re more than good,” Wanda comments, crossing her arms as she looks you up and down whilst Natasha holds back her wolf whistle. “Bucky Barnes won’t know what’s hit him when he sees you in there.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk over toward you mirror, catching sight of the black silk dress, hugging you in all the right places. “Who knows.” You mutter, not wanting to get your hopes up too high.

“Only one way to find out.” Natasha reminds you as she walks over to your door, opening it. “Come on girls,” She holds her hand out as Wanda takes yours before grabbing Natasha’s. “we’ve got a party to get to.”

As you near the open living space the sound of music intensifies. Wanda squeezes your hand as you pause for a second, feeling your nerves starting to get the better of you.

“We’re all here, Y/n. It’s okay.” Wanda reminds you as the three of you reach the doors to the party.

“Now or never, huh?” You chuckle as you push the door open and glance around at the transformation Pepper has been able to pull off with less than a weeks notice. “Wow.” You breathe out, oblivious to the blue eyes watching you from the bar, having had the same reaction.

Besides Wanda and Natasha, you walk down the stairs and head straight towards the bar.

“What can I get for you ladies?” The bartender asks as your eyes wander across the various drinks available.

“Three beers, please.” Natasha asks as the bartender places the three bottles in front of you.

“Add it to my tab, thanks.” Bucky comments as he moves closer, standing beside you as he nurses his own bottle. “Ladies,” He smiles to the three of you. “may I say you’re all looking beautiful this evening.”

You smile shyly, lowering your head at his comment. “I’m loving the suit, Barnes. Black really is your colour.” Natasha raises her beer to him.

“Looks like you two coordinated this.” Sam pipes in from behind Bucky. “Y/n,” Sam steps away from Bucky as he takes a hold of your hands and whistles. “damn girl, you gotta dress up more often.”

Laughing happily, you roll your eyes in response. “Oh Sam, always know how to charm a girl, huh?” You pick up your beer, taking a sip as you glance over to Bucky, just as a new song begins to play through the speakers.

“Come on, Y/n, wanna dance?” Sam asks you, raising a brow.

“Not this one Sam,” You tell him as you pat his shoulder. “but, I think there’s someone over there who might.” Turning him around, you push him in the direction of Natasha before reverting your attention to your beer.

“Saving yourself for someone, doll?” Bucky questions, swigging the last of his beer as he looks out at everyone dancing to the upbeat song. “I still don’t get it, what happened to just dancing?”

“This is dancing, Bucky.” You remind him. “Things change over the years, but your style of dancing still exists, don’t you worry.”

“Y/n!” Wanda calls for you from the dance floor as her shoes now absent. “Come on over!” She waves her hand repeatedly.

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got much choice, Y/n.” Bucky chuckles as you push yourself away from the bar.

Yet, you pause and turn back to Bucky with a mischievous smile. “Yeah, neither do you.” You tell him, taking a hold of his hand and drag him with you, not taking no for an answer.

It takes a few seconds for Bucky to loosen up, and he tries to blend in as you dance freely with the others.

“Loosen up, Buck!” You shout over the music. “You dance like my dead grandpa.” You laugh, and Bucky grumbles to himself as he tries to copy Sams moves.

“Barnes has moves?!” Wanda shouts as the three of you dance (or attempt to in Bucky’s case.)

Just as Bucky gets the hang of it, the song fades out into a slow song, one you don’t recognise. “I know this song.” Bucky states as his eyes wander to Steve who is perched at the bar with Natasha who nods to him.

“Wanna dance, Bucky?” You ask, holding your hand out.

“Of course.” He answers, taking your hand as he twirls you into his embrace before resting his metal hand on your waist as you sway together.

“So, this is what you had in mind when you said dancing then?” You ask as Bucky smiles to you, perfectly content. “I see why you like it so much, everything just melts away.”

Bucky hums as he holds your hand up, allowing you to twirl along to the song before bringing you closer once more. “A world without worries for four minutes.” Bucky mutters.

“God, I think I might just love you, Bucky.” You mumble under your breath as you close your eyes for a moment, unaware that Bucky heard every word that just left your lips.

His grip on your waist loosens as his fingers slip out from yours. “Y/n,” Bucky starts, looking down as you open your eyes and stare up at him with blind panic.

“Shit, Bucky, I, I’m sorry, just ignore me.” You ramble, hoping he’d just forget it, but Bucky steps closer.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” He sighs, lifting his hand to your face as he brushes your hair out from your eyes. “I, I can’t.” The words leave his lips and all you can do is nod. “I care about you, Y/n, you know that. But I can’t.” He repeats the words, chipping away at your heart.

“It’s okay, Bucky.” You mutter. “I, I’ve got to go.” You excuse yourself, turning away and walk quickly past the bar, ignoring Natasha calling your name.

Steve rises to his feet, staring at Bucky stood alone on the dance floor as you close the doors at the top of the stairs behind you, hoping no one can hear you cry as you rush to your room.

“What the hell was that?!” Natasha tries to reframe from shouting as Bucky walks towards her and Steve, hanging his head in shame.

“Y/n said she loves me.” Bucky states, looking up at the pair who act like it’s nothing new. “You, you knew?”

Natasha scoffs as she glances up at Steve. “Of course we knew, Barnes. What did you say to her?”

Bucky sighs as disappointment lines Steve’s expression. “I, I told her I can’t ever love her like that.” Bucky tells the pair, hearing Steve sigh heavily before Natasha slaps Bucky across the face.

Holding his cheek, Bucky knows he deserves it as Natasha stares at him with pure rage. “How dare you, Bucky.” Natasha seethes as she walks off, heading in search of you.

“Damn,” Bucky mutters as his cheek burns and picks up the beer bottle, rolling it along his cheekbone. “I deserved that.”

“How could you, Bucky?” Steve asks.

“I’ll only end up hurting her, Steve.” Bucky explains. “I can’t put her through that.”

“And you think she isn’t hurt now?” Steve retorts coldly. “God, Buck, I really thought you loved her.” Steve sighs as he walks away from his oldest friend, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Lowering the beer, Bucky takes a seat at the bar with his back to everyone else. “I do,” Bucky mutters to himself. “and that’s what hurts the most.”

*

It had been almost a month and Bucky hadn’t seen you since the night of the party. He had tried to run into you after you locked your floor from him accessing it with FRIDAY’s help. All he wanted to do was apologise first and foremost, and if you’d let him, have the chance to explain himself.

With a heavy heart, Bucky walks into the kitchen to see Steve stood over the counter, reading the newspaper. “Hey, Steve,” Bucky calls out.

“Buck.” Steve answers as his eyes remain trained on the paper as he turns the page.

“Fancy going for a run this afternoon?” Bucky asks as he pours himself a mug of coffee, walking around the counter to the other side to face his friend. “Meant to be good weather, least that’s what FRIDAY said.”

“I said I’d help Y/n train.” Steve responds, now looking up as Bucky tenses upon hearing your name. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Turning around, Bucky places his mug down, resting his hands on the counter. “How, how is she?” He asks. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve comments. “she’s strong, Bucky but you’ve got to give her time, that’s all.” Steve explains as he walks around the counter, heading toward the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the compound grounds.

“I just miss her.” Bucky admits, walking to stand beside Steve as he notices two figures emerging below and the faint sound of laughter echoing.

“She misses you too, Bucky.” Steve states as he smiles softly to Bucky.

Focusing on the two figures, Bucky looks closer seeing it’s you. He exhales shakily at the sight of you, a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside someone he can’t quite place.

“Who-”

“Peter.” Steve answers before Bucky can even finish his question. “Or Spiderman if that’s any easier.” Steve shrugs, watching you playfully shove Peter as you laugh happily with him.

“She looks happy.” Bucky mutters as Peter wraps his arm around your shoulder and you rest your arm around his waist. “That’s good.” He lies to himself as he steps away.

“Bucky,” Steve trails off as Bucky walks away from the window, heading back to the lift with a heavy heart at the sight of you happy with someone else, someone he’ll never be except in his daydreams.

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Why Worry At All?

I had so much trouble writing certain parts of this out for some reason, which makes no sense to me because I chose to write this on my own without a prompt. But I finally nailed out the in between parts that were giving me trouble! So... Billy Kametz can sing, huh?

Xiaotian knew what they were hearing. They knew it!

They'd heard Xiaojiao before and she wasn't that deep. They'd never heard Sandy but he had to sound much deeper if he could. Tang and Pigsy were out of the question, Tang couldn’t hold a tune to save his life and Pigsy never did more than hum at a much different octave. It couldn't have been Wukong, he'd still been asleep from overexerting himself in their last fight.

So that only left Macaque as the one who could have been singing outside the med bay door.

“But then I guess we know there’s blame to share... and none of it seems to matter anymore...”

It was such a soft tune, something that Xiaotian barely recognized from a video online he watched long ago. Maybe something Xiaojiao had shown him. Something soft and gentle, which made no sense given the possible culprit. Or the fact he heard it being sing just outside his mentor’s room while he was checking on him. But he was hearing it through the door nonetheless. Almost whisper like in how soft it was, it was too weak to have been heard belted from a distance, and muttered almost a bit off tune. That only left it being from someone right outside the door. But why not just come inside?

Unless the singer, who again Xiaotian was certain was Macaque, didn’t want anyone- even Sun Wukong- to know it was them who was singing and they didn’t realize that anyone was in the room with the power drained immortal.

So, like anyone who heard a mysterious singing voice would do, they pulled out their phone and started recording.

The song only lasted for another few seconds before silence, and then the almost deafening in comparison sound of running footsteps.

And as Xiaotian looked down at the recording on the phone, less than even 20 seconds in length, they were struck by a realization.

“... I can use this.”

~

“Well well well,” Macaque said with a chuckle, turning to face the person who joined him on the deck of the self piloting drone ship. Just where they knew he would be at this hour of the morning. “Didn’t take you for a morning person, kid.”

“I’m not,” Xiaotian grumbled, hair down and unkempt and clearly barely brushed just to keep it out of their face. "But I wanted to check on Wukong after what happened yesterday.”

This made the other’s fur stand up and his tail tense, though whether this was because he realized what Xiaotian meant or of it brought his mind back to the fight of the day prior they couldn’t tell. The fight that, for some reason, Macaque left himself vulnerable during. That left him wiped out and barely able to move out of the way of an oncoming attack. That make Sun Wukong rush in and save him much to the surprise of everyone involved, Macaque himself included.

The fight that Xiaotian was beginning to think was going to change a lot more than just knowing the de-powered duo’s limits.

“You’re going to be honest with me for once.” they proposed, joining the immortal monkey at the guard railing he casually leaned against.

“What makes you think I’m going tell you anything?” Macaque asked, chuckling boastfully and smirking that damn smug smirk he’d been wearing almost every minute since he had been taken onto the ship.

The longer Xiaotian saw it the faker it seemed to be.

“Oh, I dunno... maybe this?” They rebutted, pulling out their phone and hitting play on the open audio file they had pulled up long before the conversation, and they watched with their own smirk as a look of surprise and then horror and then something akin to “resigned but impressed” flashed on the ancient demon’s face.

After hearing the other speak there was no doubt that the two voices were identical now.

“Qi Xiaotian,” Macaque said, an almost cat like smirk gracing his face. This one seemed slightly more honest than the last one. “I didn’t take you for a blackmailer. Maybe I did have an influence on you after all.”

“Why were you singing this outside Wukong’s room?” Xiaotian asked, not in the mood for playing the other’s games this early in the morning. “Why were you trying to hide it? Why did you not realize I was in there? And...” He gestured to his phone, the soft gentle sounds of an almost uncharacteristically sweet song playing through his speakers. “What the hell is this song!?”

“Alright alright,” Macaque said, holding up his hands before he leaned forward on the railing. “No need to give the the third degree, great hero. It’s just a song I heard online.”

“You know how to use the internet?”

Turning his head, Macaque leveled the other with a very over exaggerated wilting gaze of disbelief. “I am honestly offended you’d think I wouldn’t learn how to.”

The tone of voice he had did not give the impression that Macaque even gave a shit, but Xiaotian muttered an apology regardless, to which the other simply laughed at.

“There’s this guy... Bill something? Kinds sounds like me, you know. Found him by chance one day and just kinda looked for all his songs and memorized them a long time ago out of boredom.” He shrugged, a distant far off look on his face. “Almost considered just being a copy cat voice for him once, way before I found out where our great King was, but I never followed through with that. Shame, though, knowing I’m on par with Broadway. Probably could have snagged a pretty decent amount of yuan from desperate fans. Don’t really have much use for money, though so eh.”

He shrugged, and for once he sounded... honest. Just honest.

“I wasn’t really trying to hide it, not from you anyway. Just... didn’t wanna deal with Wukong waking up and hearing me sing for the first time after. Ya know.” He waved his hand with another shrug. “History and all that. It was just a moment I had with myself, nothing more.”

Xiaotian took particular note that he avoided one particular question.

“You’re awful open about all this stuff,” the Monkie Kid mused, the two of them watching the horizon slowly move under the drone ship as the sun rise continued. Everyone else would be getting up soon enough. “Even for blackmail.”

“It’s not really effective blackmail,” Macaque admitted after a moment, tail lazily swishing behind him. “Not content wise, anyway. I was bound to be heard eventually no matter how much I hid. Think of this as more a... reward for you being able to catch me unaware. Take a lot of skill to do that with my ears.”

“I know most of your powers are gone too,” Xiaotian said bluntly, dropping the real piece of information he was here to hold over the other’s head out in the open, and that got Macaque to freeze instantly. “Not like ours are but... I dunno. I didn’t really think that far ahead. But if you still had most of them we wouldn’t be talking right now. You ran away instead of just whooshing into the shadows I know were in the hall. You’ve been wearing earplugs since we let you stay, I saw Sandy give them to you and you’re even wearing them right now, but even with your hearing dulled you would have been able to know I was in that room. You’ve been walking through doors instead of just vanishing. I don’t think I’d seem you walk through one except for at the shadow play before last week, and that was obviously to get my attention. I don’t think I’ve seen you make a clone or transform either, or manipulate a single shadow. Why not flaunt your powers over us, knowing we don’t have ours since you’ve made a point to annoy us about our lost abilities, unless you don’t have yours too?”

The elder said nothing, only growled and glowered out at the horizon before letting out a deep sigh.

“You really are a good kid,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “Smart, too, when actually you put your mind to stuff. But you’re only half right.”

“What do you mean?” Xiaotian asked in shock, amazed that the other was even still admitting to anything point blank at this point.

“I still have all my powers, it’s just... Not a good idea for me to use them too much,” he said vaguely, shrugging his shoulders and turning to walk away from the young man in a way that clearly indicated this line of conversation was over with. “I know you can keep a secret, kid, so do me a favor. Keep quiet about this.”

That same humorless chuckle, the one the young man now realized was more common from the demon’s mouth than not, sounded as he stepped into the forming shadows of the driver’s post from the rising sun and seemed to fall and melt into the floor in an instant.

Xiaotian couldn’t help the flinch that ran through their body at the implications of that final sentence. His training of Xiaotian. The second meeting. The Calabash.

The White Bone Spirit...

“Asshole,” Xiaotian muttered under their breathe, taking the door instead.

~

The very first thing Xiaotian was greeted with when they entered the communal kitchen was low and muttered but still the less than whispered tune of a song by a pop punk bank from overseas.

“Why do we worry at aaaaall,” Macaque sang just loud enough for everyone around him to hear, the baffled and in some cased impressed faces of everyone (barring the presumably still resting Wukong) looking in his direction as he seemingly ignored them to prepare his own fruit based breakfast. “Why, just tell me why do we worry? When worries never happen tell me why, why worry at all?”

When Macaque turned to look at Xiaotian he smirked almost playfully, winking at him.

And the only thing that ran through Xiaotian’s head was “there goes half of my blackmail... asshole.”

Though... when he looked closer...

Macaque seemed oddly tired.

Did he have the dark bags under his eyes during their conversation before?

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #mk #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #kinda sorta part of my s3 fic series #still debating on that #i wanted to work in the aladdin musical since billy was aladdin in that but i couldn’t find a song i liked #so i went with the joke/headcanon me and a few others on discord made about Set It Off being Macaque The Band #this isn't intended to be read as shadowpeach specifically but feel free to read it that was if you like!