#cat is doing okay now. All things considered given the circumstances. we just gotta hope the poor fuck doesn't get worse.

[frostedturquoise]

Okay its official after selecting random ass shit based on what i REMEMBER i literally just coincidentally have a soft spot for too many idiots who don red coats. (affectionate)

Its funny how this took the form in something i barely remember, tossing between the OG thing and a spin off that is more manageable for a brief period of time while i am home to chew through. And for my brothers best friend to go al 'this is cool but when you think about it it is actually REALLY fucked up and sad actually' within the first few ep's no less and it took us two nights to finish something that was wrapped up in two cd's because my brothers best friend couldn't stop yapping on about DMC parallels that came t his mind that got my brother yapping but on the flip side i cannot avoid any responsibility because in the moment i took the bait when he kept bringing up FFVII nonesense.

...still not as funny as me going 'well SINCE it doesn't seem to be happening here this is why he had such an high bounty in the original' then voila the tail end of the last episode....ah. Awkward. Its really nothing to write home about but it wasn't too bad, a few fandom jokes that i have been seeing on the icebergs that float by occasionally because im utter dogshit at seeking out fandom stuff makes more sense now.

But even if we had to keep pausing SO MUCH it took us two fucking nights to get through the whole thing it was worth it though just to hang out with peeps at home and be distracted from doing what i was ORIGINALLY home for outside just getting away from a dinky ass unit. But it definitely jogged my memory why i had a softness for the OG series as a kid even now even though i remembered jack shit until shit jogged my memory even if it was different. Kid!Me was all 'yeesssss' probably primarily because at that point i had spent all my life being told things are this way or that way and a more nuanced character in that particular direction probably would of cemented an forever soft spot even if i was too caught up in other things at the time to cement it a proper presence in my head forever. Like i probably wont ever like it more than i would the original if i ever rewatched (or read) it but??? It did stand on its own feet well and seemed pretty cohesive for what it was and did a decent job. Was likeable at least.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Habanero

You're a good girl, well behaved.

Absolutely not the type to rail random guys in nightclubs.

Until you are.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader, eventual polyamorous Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Mostly gen, this chapter is pretty tame. Reader gets pretty horny towards the end but nothing below the belt actually occurs

Trigger Warnings: None in this chapter.

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

Chapter: 5/16 (all chapters)

You didn’t get any sleep that night.

As a result of your visits to the police station, hospital and briefing at UA, you didn’t get around to checking your phone until 8PM, only to find it had exploded with missed calls, text messages and voicemails. You had missed well over 200 messages in the group chat you shared with your friends and 32 çalls from your mother.

They all knew you worked at UA and by now the attack was all over the news.

You gave up on catching up on everything you had missed after the first five minutes, choosing instead to send a copy pasted message to everyone in your notifications.

Hello, there was an incident at UA today. I’m fine. We’re all fine. Thank you for your concern.

Responding was a mistake, for even more messages flooded through the moment you hit send.

Everyone wanted to know the gory details. Cousins you hadn’t talked to in years suddenly had more than a passing interest in your affairs.

And then there was the message that made you drop your phone; a single sentence buried between notifications.

It was from your ex.

You had parted on relatively good terms, considering, though hadn’t talked since he picked up his things from your house. You had told yourself it was for the best, even if it shattered your heart to pieces.

It was strange to hear from him now and he seemed to know it, for his words were no more intimate or friendly than those of your distant cousins. It was as if you’d never been lovers, yet memories flooded back.

You remembered eating lunch together at your kitchen table; remembered wearing his sweater on nights he wasn’t home and burying your nose in the collar. You remembered picking out dresses for date nights and taking his hand on the train ride home.

It had been a long, emotional day and you didn’t trust yourself to reply. Instead you got up to make a late dinner, stealing glances at your phone out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t help but wonder how today might have gone if you were still together. Would he have picked you up from the police station? Maybe he would have taken you for gelato.

You picked up your phone as you waited for your food to cook, opening and closing his message. You gave up in the end, copy and pasting the same response you had given everyone else, but with one minor change.

Hello, there was an incident at UA today. I’m fine. We’re all fine. Thank you for your concern.

How are you?

He replied within the next five minutes, detailing the brand new business partnership he had achieved with one of the major hero agencies in Roppongi. He’d been chasing such a partnership for many of the years you had known him and it was difficult to stop yourself swelling with pride. He wasn’t your boyfriend now, after all.

He was just as curious about your new job at UA, though mostly seemed confused. You had been in your previous job for years with no desire to move, after all. You kept quiet about the fact that if he hadn’t broken your heart you would probably still be there.

After an hour or so of back and forth, he finally sent the message you had been dreading.

We should go for dinner some time.

You cast aside your phone and poured yourself a much needed glass of wine. You didn’t trust yourself to see him in person. It took everything you had not to call him there and then so you could hear his voice.

Your reply was as polite as it was cagey, apologising for your busy schedule under the current circumstances. It was at least partly true, and he seemed understanding enough. Everyone in the country knew about UA’s upcoming sports festival, after all.

Little did you know you’d be seeing him far sooner than expected.

━

UA was closed the next day for repairs and staff meetings. All UA staff were present, with one notable exception. Shouta was still in the hospital and expected to rest up for the rest of the week.

The attack on the USJ might have been foiled, but the implications of it were massive, especially with the sports festival on the horizon. You expected the games to be postponed for the immediate future, but you couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything, the attack made Nezu even more determined to make this year’s games the biggest yet.

You understood his decision, even if you didn’t completely agree with it. The sports festival was critical to the future prospects of all UA students, many of whom (such as the third year pupils) would not get another opportunity to show off their skills in such a public manner. You only hoped that it wasn’t a mistake.

Your own contributions to the meetings were small in the grand scheme of things and you were finished up for the day by 1:30 in the afternoon. You considered picking up groceries on the way home, only to get off the train at the nearest platform to the hospital.

By now Shouta must have come around from his anaesthesia and you decided to call in and visit to find out if he needed anything, like spare clothes or someone to help out with his household chores during his recovery. You had heard Hizashi and Nemuri make comments about his love for cats and seen cat hair on his clothes on certain occasions. If he had pets, you were only too happy to babysit them while he was away.

Unfortunately, your plans were quashed almost immediately.

“What do you mean he discharged himself?”

━

You thought about Shouta as you took the train, as you packed up your groceries and slipped through your front door. He had been terribly beaten up the last time you’d seen him, so much so that even his doctors had recommended he rest for the week. Why would he leave after less than 24 hours? Why would he overstrain himself in such a way?

You thought about him as you made lunch and the final adjustments to your schedule. He was a grown man, you told yourself. He was perfectly capable of making his own choices and taking care of himself.

Even so, you couldn’t stop thinking about his two injured arms. How was he going to cook? How was he going to clean? Surely he didn’t mean to continue underground work with damage to his skull?

You lasted until 5PM before giving up and texting Hizashi.

Can you call me when you’re free?

He called you only seconds later.

“How can I help you, sweet listener?”

“It’s Shouta,” you said. “I called by at the hospital and...well...he’s discharged himself.”

“He what ?!”

“I know,” you said. “I’m really worried.”

“That’s so typical of him,” Hizashi sighed, “what is he thinking?”

“I was thinking I might stop by his place to check on him,” you said. “Do you know where he lives?”

He went quiet for a couple of seconds, clearly thinking about it.

“You know, (Name), it’s not the kind of neighbourhood for a lady…”

“I’ll text you when I get there?”

“Hmmm…”

You could practically see him leaning back in his chair and scratching his chin.

“Fine,” he said at last. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Thank you!”

“You’ve gotta text me though.”

“I will!”

“And, by the way…”

“Mhmmm?”

“How long have you been calling him Shouta?”

You flushed a bright red, feeling as if you’d been caught with your pants down.

Of all of the teachers, Shouta was the only one who hadn’t openly given you permission to call him by his first name in informal situations. You referred to him as Aizawa while around other people and even on the rare occasions you were alone. You had reset, even if he would always be Shouta in your mind.

“I…I...I’ll speak to you later, haha, bye!”

You couldn’t hang up fast enough. You were convinced the intonation of your voice would betray the truth.

You buried your head in your hands, as if to hide your face from your phone.

Well, shit.

━

Hizashi hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Shouta lived in a shady area. Many of the buildings had boarded over their windows and just about every exposed area of brick had several layers of graffiti, most of which were obscene.

You felt eyes on the back of your neck as you pressed the buzzer for Shouta’s apartment, though soon identified the source as a grey cat sprawled across the wall, watching you with steady amber eyes.

“Hello,” you said, leaning over, “are you the gatekeeper?”

The cat yawned and stretched out a paw.

“Oh, I see, I see,” you said, tapping a fingertip against its paw by way of a handshake. “Well you’re doing a very good job.”

“What are you doing here?”

That voice sounded incredibly familiar and you glanced up towards the balcony above you. Shouta was peering over it, still bandaged up and both of his arms in casts. You couldn’t see his face but you knew he was scowling.

“I came to check in on you,” you called up. “The hospital said you’d discharged yourself, and-“

He turned on the spot.

“As you can see, I’m okay. You can go home now.”

“But…”

You had packed an insulated bag full of food before leaving home and glanced from that to the gate. Were you going to have to carry it back on the train? You’d already packed a big lunch for the next day, ahead of seeing 1-A through counselling. Just what were you going to do with all of this extra food?

Shouta peered back over the balcony and sighed.

“Fine,” he said. “But make sure you hold the door open for Sushi.”

“Sushi?” you wondered aloud as the buzzer sounded and you let yourself through the gate. “Who’s Sushi?”

As if in response, the cat hopped down from its position on the wall and wandered up the path as if it had done so a thousand times. It stopped at the front door to the building and turned back to you expectantly, waiting for you to open the door.

You followed the cat into the building and up the stairs. The cat, Sushi you supposed, would rush off ahead of you and then wait for you to catch up. It barreled up the stairwell and then sat at the top before climbing the next. You knew which apartment belonged to Shouta even without checking over Mic’s message, for the cat sat down outside of it and looked back at you.

“Thank you, gatekeeper,” you said, tapping at the door.

“It’s open,” Shouta called out from within and you reached for the handle, Sushi the cat squeezing through the gap the moment you opened it even slightly.

You didn’t know what you expected from Shouta’s home. You knew he spent very little time there and that much was clear the moment you got inside. He had minimal furniture: a couch in one corner, along with a small table and even smaller television. There were no photographs on the walls; no blankets or decorations. Everything in his home had a clear function, as if designed to be left in a hurry. It was the opposite of your home in every possible sense.

“Make yourself comfy, I guess,” he said.

“I don’t know when exactly you checked out of the hospital,” you said, “but I thought you might be hungry. I made a few things…”

You walked over to the table and unzipped your bag.

“I wasn’t sure what kinds of food you liked, so I brought a bit of everything,” you said, pulling out each container. “There’s some soup, some rice, meatballs, an omelette…”

Retrospectively, you had rather overdone it.

“Some of these can be frozen or reheated,” you said. “You don’t have to eat all of them at once.”

He glanced from you to your food containers, which by then had taken up almost all of his table.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“Oh, it’s no bother. We’re colleagues, remember!”

“Yeah,” he said. “I-”

He didn’t get to say anymore, though, for his stomach rumbled noisily.

“Shouta,” you said. “When did you last eat?”

“I...hmm...I had a small meal at the hospital before I-”

“You... wh-?! That was hours ago! You need proteins and vitamins to heal.”

“It’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

It wasn’t fine. Not by any means.

You simmered as you plated up a few of the containers and refrigerated the rest. You couldn’t believe how little one person could care for their own body and pretended you didn’t see the bottles of antiseptic, antibiotics and bandages on his shelf. How many wounds had he gotten without seeing a doctor? How many of his scars came from cuts he had tended himself?

“I don’t want to hear you complain about Midoriya breaking his bones ever again,” you muttered as Sushi rubbed against your legs, seeming not to notice the bowl of cat food only a short distance away.

Of course he’d remembered to feed the cat.

Of course.

“Yes, yes,” said Shouta, leaning back on the couch and pulling down some of his bandages to expose his mouth and chin.

You brought the food over to his table and proceeded to pack away your empty food containers, watching out of the corner of your eye as he leaned over to pick up the cutlery, only to flinch and drop it.

“Do you need some help?”

“Nope, I got it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Ye-fuck.”

The cutlery clattered to the table with a dull thud and you took a seat next to him, reaching for the cutlery and holding it out to him.

“Thank you,” he said, albeit reluctantly, balancing it in his fingers before dropping it again.

“Let me help you,” you said, grabbing the fork and scooping up some of the omelette. “Open wide.”

“Wh-no way,” he said, eyes darting from you to the fork. “I ain’t a toddler.”

“It’s not like I’m going to make aeroplane sounds. Let me help you.”

Shouta grumbled under his breath, but ate from the fork you raised to his lips.

“..cious,” he murmured as you gathered a second forkful.

“Hmm?”

“I said...if you tell anyone about this I’ll shave off your eyebrows.”

“Neglect yourself this much again and I’ll shave your entire head.”

A smile crept across your face; you couldn’t help it. This whole situation was more than a little absurd. Here was the underground hero, Eraserhead, known for his smooth takedowns of villains in Musutafu’s underbelly, struggling to hold onto a fork. You were little more than a girl he’d hooked up, yet there you were, nagging him as if you were married.

Shouta fell into contemplative silence as well.

“At the attack,” he said at last. “Did they hurt you?”

“What do you mean?”

You hadn’t been involved in the fighting, but perhaps he didn’t know that?

“At the hospital,” he said, “you had blood on your shirt.”

Your heart skipped a beat, remembering how you had kissed his forehead before you could stop yourself. You’d thought he was asleep. Had he been awake the whole time?

“No,” you said. “Nezu had me go to the police station. I used my quirk too much on the suspects too much, that’s all.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Were you… worried about me?”

“Of course not! It’s just that you’re useless in battle.”

“Oh my god, you were worried about me.”

“No I wasn’t,” he said, stubbornly. “Now give me some of the chicken.”

You scooped up some of it and lifted it to his lips but he didn’t move, even though he’d asked for it.

“Shou…” you began, only to fall silent as he leaned in.

You told yourself you should pull away, even as you met him in the middle and ran your tongue over his bottom lip. He leaned over towards you and crushed his lips against yours, kissing you so deeply that it sent a shiver through your core. You wanted his hands on you; wanted to ride him until both your throat and cunt were raw.

Oh no...

Before this, you had never known that kisses could feel like stormy seas. For the first time in your life, you wanted to drown.

You reached to cup the uninjured side of his face.

Two seconds more and you would break the reset. Three and you wouldn’t even regret it.

Sushi took the initiative, though, making use of the distraction to hop onto your lap and steal the chicken from your fork. You broke the kiss, both pulling away as if burned.

“I…” you said, “I’m sorry.”

What were you thinking? Shouta was injured and likely still had remnants of anesthesia in his body. Even if he didn’t, the attack on USJ would leave anyone shaken. You had gone there to help him out with chores, not take advantage of him while he was in a potentially vulnerable state.

“I should go,” you said, clearing your throat and rushing away to zip up your insulated bag.

“(Name),” he said. “I-”

“It’s okay,” you said. “It was my fault. I…”

You gave him the biggest, most artificial smile in your arsenal; the one you used at job interviews and dinner with your parents.

“I’ll see you at work!”

━

You thought about the kiss on the train ride home, as you washed your dirty food containers and took a bath. You sank down into the water, wishing you could wash away the fluttering in your core.

It was just arousal, you told yourself. Sex released chemicals, namely oxytocin, and it was natural for you to feel attached to him. Hell, you’d seen each other completely naked, which in itself was something profoundly intimate.

It would fade in time, as all things did.

You repeated it over and over as you dried yourself off and got into bed. Soon, very soon, you would forget how it felt when he’d touched you. Bodies replaced their cells every decade or so; one day your bodies would have never touched at all.

The exhaustion from the past few days caught up with you the moment your head touched the pillow and before long you were dreaming.

You dreamed of waking in the arms of your lover, who ran his fingers through your hair and kissed you on the forehead. The bed was comfortably warm and bathed in soft morning light; your lover’s arm heavy across your waist.

“(Name),” he whispered in your ear and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“(Name),” he whispered again and you looked up into his face, taking in his black hair and dark eyes. “Why are you crying?”

Your eyes snapped open then, dragging you back to your empty room.

There was no one else in your bed, you realised. It was the middle of the night, with no trace of the early morning glow you had so happily basked in.

The tears, though, they were real.

━

A/N

yes, it's that Sushi

[sparkledeerfr]

Response

(A preamble to the letters I’m sending to @majestyrising . I kind of switch tenses at some point but I’m too lazy to fix it now)

Adeline’s hands shake as she looks at the letter, though for what exact reason she isn’t sure. She had word a letter might be coming from a certain party, after all, and it was unlikely to be a declaration of war.

For a moment though her head cocks at the seal and Daud, who is pacing relentlessly nearby, pauses. “What?” he asks. Jesse, who is standing by the door giving her usual bored stare, gives the slightest interested nod of her head.

“Do….do we have a seal?” Adeline asks him. “I mean we should have a seal, right?”

(Read More Link)

“And what would Can Town’s seal be? Just wrap it with whatever string you found on the ground?” Daud growls as Jesse stifles a giggle. “The Castle has a seal, Casino Quarter-” here he pauses and looks to Jesse, who nods. “Doubtless has one for each casino. It's just useless ostentation.”

“Well alright,” Adeline replied, completely unsure about that as she pried off the seal and got to reading out loud and very carefully as though afraid she would trip over the words, Daud looking over her shoulder.

To Adeline, I will come clean and admit I do not know if you hold any formal titles. Forgive me if you do and I have made the mistake of omitting them.

“Oh that’s nice of them to ask! I hope they don’t mind that-”

“It’s a useless formality. Keep reading.”

Regardless, may I extend my formal greetings and well-wishes. Though you may not be aware- as I was not until recently- our peoples have shared correspondences before now. A man under my father's retinue has been to your Casino Quarter for work. He has given me a glowing recommendation of your city, thus, this letter.

“Bell’s dad! How sweet of him to say. Jesse you’ll pass that along to Neko, right?”

“Naturally she’ll hear all about this.”

In the absence of physical formalities, I will do my best in writing. My name is Rho. I am the ruler of a mercenary kingdom passed down to me by my father; the Kingdom of Thanatos. We currently reside in the south-east of the Scarred Wasteland- I will enclose directions to make this an even trade, since we know of your current location.

“Rho! How cool. Do you say ‘Your Majesty’ to a-”

“Mercenaries,” Daud growls even further, so low and deep it sounded like a warcat’s threatening rumble. “Throw the letter away.”

“Daud its-”

“I don’t care. I don’t work with mercenaries,” he says, turning around and leaving the room, pausing to turn just before he reaches Jesse’s post by the door. “Ask Vice about why some time,” he shoots before leaving.

The two women pause and sit in silence for a moment, Adeline’s eyes darting around the room, unsure of what to do. She trusts Daud with her life, naturally, it's just that diplomacy was never the man’s strong suit, and his stance on mercs is a little unusual for a man who was literally an assassin for hire at some point.  “Maybe...I should ask Nimue what to do?”

“Daud and Nimue are choosing not to lead,” Jesse replies in that calm, formal way she has. “So in their absence, what does the actual leader choose to do?”

“I choose to actually finish this letter, for one.”

“Good answer.”

I have endeavoured in recent times to expand our influence and connections in order to keep my people both safe and relevant in our changing times. What I would humbly ask of you is a mere accordance in kind. We are looking to fully integrate ourselves; a policy of isolation, whilst never truly enacted, has done little to ward of potential disaster. Thus, instead, I look for potential trade and allies.

“Totally reasonable, and I mean hey we’re one of the friendliest clans in the region, right? People are always welcome.”

“That we are.”

I will not ask you to put your faith in me through one letter, of course. As I have mentioned, our primary trade is mercenary force. Every dragon under the retinue of my kingdom has been strictly trained, each with their own specific strength in battle. Additionally, we have a force of elite healers, and social ties that may be useful in uncovering difficult pieces of information. We have a permanent need for resources, and plenty of gold to spare to gain them. Food, materials, and information; that is what we seek in particular.

“Again totally reasonable, and we have great trade routes!”

“And information.”

“Well that’s you. Do we need, like, stabby people though? I’d feel bad asking for help,” Adeline asks, mostly to herself. “Hmm hmm well I mean it can’t hurt, right?”

“A rich alliance of mini clans filled with natural resources and a hidden gem supply left somewhere in the region?” Jesse says dryly. “Why, I can’t imagine why we might ever need someone to help out should-”

“Okay point taken.”

I understand that your people and mine may benefit from the trade of information in particular. We are always in need of more contacts of this particular sort, and I would be happy to send a delegation to talk to you more closely.

“Ohhhhh um…”

“I’ll talk with Neko about getting you up to speed on formal events and manners, dear.”

“Okay yes thank you oh man is it, like, a dinner party thing? Or like do I invite them into a fancy room to say hi? Like what do I- well lemme read the next bit before I start worrying.”

Should circumstances allow it, an alliance would imbue me with the power to send my people to you, in any matters which would require it. This, of course, I would need to discuss in person. There is no obligation on your end for an alliance. You, after all, do not know me. And I do not know you. At least, not yet; since my hope is to change that.

“In person? But- what if he’s- like-”

“Adeline please calm down. This is your clan and you were chosen to lead because everyone thought you would protect their interests the best. They did not hire you because of your ability to host. I’m sure you could literally plan a slumber party and everyone would agree that you did your best.”

“Does royalty have slumber parties?”

“I believe it is called ‘visiting’ among the more well-to-do and ‘hosting’ or ‘diplomatic meetings’ among leaders.”

“Oh okay.”

Lest I forget; the man who came to your City was called Faraday. He is known to make an impression, so I offer his name in case he incurred any debts during his stay. I will repay them in full, if he did, though he assures me he did not. He has mentioned that he would like to return, if possible; but again- if he is barred, I will keep him out.

Adeline looked to Jesse for an answer. “If he has incurred a debt, Neko has been much too polite to state it. As far as I remember, his visit was before I came here and before the Cat’s Meow was renovated. I have heard nothing but a wistful fondness from her, as though recounting a youthful fling.”

“And this was before Etzel, right?”

“Yes just before-” Jesse started and they both paused, mulling this over.

“Well there’s no way I’m barring someone from visiting who’s done nothing wrong, especially if they’re considering visiting their kid but, uh, Etzel...would be chill...right?”

Jesse said nothing, but her mouth scrunched and turned slightly as if to indicate she did not know or like to think which face that particular coin would land on.

I look forward to hearing from you in any capacity. Yours truthfully, Rho.

“He does seem nice, though. Hm. I should write a letter back right? Can you help me draft it?”

“Adeline despite yourself I believe in you. That and I have no doubt that Neko and the Quarter would like to write a response of their own, so I must be off.”

“But I’m not, really, like…” Adeline trailed off.

“No you’re not a formal or fancy leader. In fact you have trouble even saying you’re the leader. But who cares? You are, and you are what you are. They can take it or leave it, no? If they leave it they hardly seem like the type to go on the warpath because of an informality.”

“You’re right, thank you Jesse.”

“No trouble at all, and I will have you know that I heard that Nimue was much like you at one point about such matters.”

“We all gotta start somewhere I guess.”

“That we do.”

Jesse left and Adeline sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to put together the proper words, trying to find a nice pen and some paper, shuffling things around nervously before breathing out and finally deciding to get to it.

“Okay, okay, I can do this. Lead like Adeline. It’ll be fine.”

[sincerelycalum]

College Fun (Spencer Reid Smut)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2571

Prompt: sub!Reid smut requested by @mrsgublergram !! It’s not super heavy dom/sub but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Summary: After Morgan teases Reid about not getting the fun college sex experience, reader decides to show him what he missed out on.

Warnings: NSFW, Public Sex (just some hand action), Oral sex, Light dom/sub, Swearing

Author’s Note: This was co-written with the lovely Callie (@prettyrickyreid)! Go check her out and follow her if you don't already!! She did the first half, I did the second half if you’re wondering!! Also, my requests are open so you can send any in here :))) Also please let me know if there are any warnings I should add or any typos I need to fix!! Enjoy!!

You and Spencer had always been friends, from late night talks to the occasional fling. You had this platonic love, but being good friends with a hot boy came with many, many benefits.

Spencer and you had been out with the team for their weekly Friday night drinks - something the group loved doing together, and with you by his side, Spencer could let loose too.

After a few shots and a good drink of scotch later, the group was feeling a bit tipsy. Garcia, your personal favorite, was laughing so hard she had to use the restroom, and Prentiss was giving a sad lap dance to some man who just wanted to win at pool. Morgan and Rossi however, could hold their liquor and were pretty sober, the occasional laugh and joke spilling from their lips.

Spencer, however, cannot hold his liquor. He is a giggly drunk, but also gets upset pretty quickly. That was okay with you, because that’s what you would do for him - cheer him up when he was down.

As talks settled down to the occasional phrase, Spencer had glanced around the room, letting his profiler tendencies take over. His eyes settled on a group of even more drunk college kids - the young group of people be very openly sexual - from  some not so innocent groping to some pretty heated make out sessions.

“Oh, I miss those days.” Morgan sighed with a faint smile, taking another swig of the expensive liquor.

“Don’t you Reid? Oh wait…you were what? 15? No fun for pretty boy.” He continues, a glare in his eye. You loved Spencer’s relationship with Morgan, but sometimes when Derek got too drunk, he got mean, and that made you mad. Given you don’t think he realized just how rude he was being, it still angered you nonetheless.

“Leave him alone Derek. Just because he was smarter than you and didn’t have to waste 16 years in school, doesn’t mean he didn’t have his fun.” You retorted, laying a hand over Spencer’s in an attempt to comfort the fragile boy.

“He’s right, y/n.” The boy to your left let out a sad sigh, putting his eyes down to focus on the cherry wood table in front of him. You could tell he was thinking - about everything he missed due to his extraordinary intelligence, how lonely it made him for such a long time.

“No, no, Spence that’s not true. You’ve had so many great experiences!”

“Well, none like Morgan. I mean, look at him!” Spencer with what looked like tears in his eyes, but you gave him a soft hug, attempting to comfort the broken hearted boy, trying his hardest to stay strong. Spencer could be a rather emotional drunk under the correct circumstances. Right now, these were those right circumstances.

You bring your lips close to his ear, whispering something that gives him chills, but he doesn’t quite catch on.

“Oh baby, you’ll have plenty of experiences. Trust me.”

Spencer quickly disregarded the comment, considering it was often part of your usual banter to say casually sexual things - it was almost like a joke to you both. But you meant it this time. And oh man, he had no clue what the night was going to bring.

Just as Spencer swallowed another sip of scotch, your hand traveled from his, to the natural bulge in his pants, slowly palming the subtle bump in the thin fabric.

Before you knew it the boy was spitting out his drink, coughing profusely. But of course, that didn’t stop you. This boy deserved to be pleasured. He deserved the college experience.

“You okay Reid?” Morgan raised his thick, dark eyebrows, curious as to what was going on with the curly haired boy. He gave a weary nod, but Morgan quickly disregarded the odd motion as Prentiss began to act up again.

“What the hell, y/n?” He said quietly in disbelief as his face grew red hot, the embarrassment creeping into his rosy cheeks.

“Oh, nothing. Just relax and stay quiet.” You said, making sure not to remove your delicate hand from the significantly grown bump in his pants.

You were in a corner booth, so you figured now was a perfect time to give him one of the many college experiences he was bummed about missing out on.

Slowly and stealthily, your remaining hand that was holding the drink fell from the clear glass to Spencer’s pants once again, this time, falling at the first button.

As you carefully undid the first button, Spencer inhaled a sharp breath, but it was small enough that the other’s didn’t hear a thing. He is slowly starting to catch on, and although he is an intelligent person, he is still a man, and hormones won’t subside for any guy, regardless of IQ.

You could feel the bulge even more through just his dark briefs, and you could tell he was turned on by just your touch.

Slowly your hands crept into the dark fabric, feeling his large length inside your petite hand. The other one was kept on your lap, like the proper, good girl everyone thought you were.

After admiring how immense he truly was, you continued to grip his length and make the motion he had known so many times before - but only with his own beautiful hands.

Slowly the pace crept up from a casual touch to an experience, and you could tell the boy you adored was close. You moved your hand as fast as you could without any lubrication.

“FUCK!” Spencer finally yelled, and with that, you quickly removed your hand from his pants and sat up straight, as if nothing had happened.

“What the hell is going on with you two?” Morgan questioned, his flat lined lips slowly growing into a smirk.

“N…Nothing.” Poor boy, he was still shaking from his orgasm as he attempted to re-button his pants, attempting to conceal his softening cock. “I just… forgot to let my neighbors cat outside for the night. C’mon y/n, we gotta go!” He grabbed your wrist in a hurry, rage and frustration intertwining the strong grip he had on you. Just as you were about to walk out the door, you heard someone yelling.

“Don’t have too much fun taking that cat out kids! Sergio is a bitch so I’m sure it runs in the entire cat family!” Emily giggled, leaning up against the wall, half falling over.

Spencer quickly dragged you into the car, a huge grin on your face. It was a game to you now, and even though he was furious, you know he would never deny your touch again.

“What the fuck, y/n? That’s my team! You could make me lose my credibility!”

“Spence, shut up! They were all drunk. You’re fine. I’m trying to give you the college experience babe. We, my hot friend, have unfinished business.” You say with a sly expression, pressing your lips against his. You could tell the first seconds of his lips against your own were hesitant, but soon he gave in to your touch once more.

“Man, I love what we have.” He says breaking the kiss, his lungs clearly out of breath. You give him sharp kisses all down his neck, knowing they will be clear to everyone tomorrow.

“Me too.”

“So,” he says, practically falling apart at the things you had done to him, “you wanna show me what I missed?”

You and Spencer make it up to his apartment with little to no difficulty. As Spencer started to fumble for the house keys in his pocket, you pressed your body up against his and began peppering his neck with short kisses.

“Better hurry up,” you whisper in his ear as you feel him tense at your actions. Seconds later, Spencer has the door open and is pulling you inside the quaint apartment before slamming the door shut behind you. He pushes you up against the door and pushes his lips against yours.

Just as you feel his tongue touching yours, you turn things around and send his back towards the wall next to the door.

“I’m in control, sweetheart,” you mumble as you tug on his earlobe with your teeth making him whimper.

You begin licking and sucking your way down his neck stopping at the collar of his shirt.

“Let’s get this off,” you smirk as you begin to slowly undo the buttons holding the fabric together.

You kiss down his newly exposed torso as Spencer shrugs the top the rest of the way off of his body.

You lick a path down his stomach leading to the waistband of his pants. You can hear Spencer’s breathing getting heavier as you get closer and closer to just where he wants you.

You slowly begin to undo this belt, making sure to avoid the obvious bulge below it.

With his belt unclasped, you chastely unfasten the button on this pants and pull his pants swiftly down his long legs.

You hear Spencer let out a low groan as you become a layer closer to his hard cock.

With your hands on the waistband of his boxers, you look up at him through your thick, mascara-coated eyelashes.

“Is this what you want,” you question breathily over his crotch.

Spencer throws his head back against the wall with a cry of pleasure as you lick a stripe up his clothed cock.

Much to his dismay, you rise to your feet, eliminating all contact with his hard cock.

Back on your feet, you kiss Spencer hard immediately shoving your tongue into his mouth. You both moan into each other’s lips as your tongues twist together.

You pull away abruptly and start leading him towards the bedroom by the waistband of his underwear.

Once you reach the bedroom, you push Spencer back onto the bed and climb on top of him.

You link your hands with his and press his hands into the mattress by his head.

“No touching,” you say with a bite of your lip.

Even in the dim room, only lit up by the light coming from the hallway and the glow of the moon through the window, you could see the blush spreading from his cheeks down to his chest and his blown out pupils.

You swiftly stand up and rid yourself of the knee length black dress you had been wearing for the night.

Spencer’s lust-filled eyes were wandering down your now much more exposed body as you smirked. You were rather happy that you chose to wear one of your sexier lingerie sets as his eyes bored into the purple lace fabric.

You started to climb back on top of Spencer, stopping at his fabric-concealed cock.

Stealthily, you dragged his underwear down his legs, his hard cock bouncing free from the fabric.

Spencer groans loudly and bucks his hips off the bed as you lick up the underside of his erection.

Pushing his body into the bed, you take the head of his cock into your mouth tasting his release from earlier.

You take his cock into your mouth as far as you can, sucking hard.

Spencer’s loud moans are nothing but encouragement for you as you’re blowing him to the best of your ability.

As his breathing gets faster, you quickly pull off of his cock, not wanting him to come just yet.

You grasp behind your back and undo your bra leaving your chest exposed to Spencer’s hungry eyes.

Climbing up the bed, you sit straddled on his stomach you reach into his bedside drawer pulling out the foil packet you were searching for.

Spencer’s lusty eyes meet yours as he undoubtedly feels your wetness through your panties.

With the condom still in hand, you lift yourself up and push your panties down your body leaving yourself completely exposed.

Undoing the foil package, you pull the condom out and roll it down Spencer’s erection hearing his low groans as you do so.

You push Spencer down, brace your hands on his chest, and sink down on his long, hard cock.

Spencer’s hands go straight to your hips as you both let out loud moans.

“Fuck, y/n,” Spencer cries out as you begin bouncing your body up and down, clenching your heat around his dick.

Not wanting this to be over too quickly, you grasp Spencer’s hands in your own and push them back into the bed.

You start rocking your hips achingly slow, teasing Spencer to his limit.

Before you even realized what was happening, you were flipped over onto your back and Spencer was pounding into your tight heat mercilessly.

“Ugh, Spencer,” you moaned out loudly as you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips.

Spencer hitched your right leg up, bending it at the knee so he had better access to your wet core.

You threw your head back with a shout of pleasure as you felt the head of his penis hit your g-spot over and over.

“Y/n, I’m gonna come,” Spencer moaned breathily as he quickened his thrusts and gripped your hips tightly.

You tightened your warm heat around his cock, sending him over the edge.

“Fuck, y/n,” Spencer groaned obscenely as you felt him tense and release into the condom.

Spencer pulled his softening cock out of your pussy and you thought for a moment that he didn’t realize you hadn’t finished as well.

However, that thought was gone as quick as it had came when Spencer slides down your body until he’s level with your dripping core.

Just as you were about to complain about the lack of contact, Spencer dives into your heat licking from your entrance to your clit.

You let out a deafening moan as you felt his tongue breaching your opening as he begins to thrust is in and out of you.

As Spencer licks up your pussy to suck on your clit, you lace your hand through his to push him down even harder.

“Spencer,” you loaned loudly. “I’m so close.”

He sped up his actions, continuing his assault on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you to pound your sweet spot.

You cried out loudly as your reached your climax, your chest heaving as your core clinches around Spencer’s long fingers.

“Fuck, Spence,” you breathed out as he finishes cleaning up both you and his fingers.

With your fingers still tangled in his curly, brown locks, you tugged his face up to yours and pulled him into a filthy, wet kiss.

As your tongues intertwined and teeth clashed, the tastes of your guys’ releases meddled together.

You pulled away from each other with a groan as Spencer rolled off of you.

He buried his head into your neck with his arm resting around your waist.

“If this is what college is like, I may just need to go back,” Spencer said with a breathless laugh.

“This was way better than anything I ever did in college,” you giggled. “Take my word for it.”

“I guess I’ll just have to trust you,” Spencer teased.

“You know what we never had time for in college,” you teased.

“What,” Spencer questioned looking at you with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Round two,” you grinned climbing on top of Spencer and reconnecting your lips.

Spencer had decided that this was definitely better than anything that could’ve ever happened in college.