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[miliawrites]

Hiiiii! I just love your work and i would want to request a chad Meeks x reader in which chad gets jealous/protective of the reader thank you so much 🫶

Let’s Ditch ; Chad Meeks-Martin

summary: when you show up to a party with a date, chad can’t help but feel jealous. though after the night takes a turn for the worse he doesn’t hesitate to protect you.

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

warnings: violence, fighting, angst, non-consensual  kissing, kissing, fluff, parties.

notes: i feel i may have went a bit overboard with this, but i hope you enjoy! i am working on multiple requests at the moment so stay tuned for those!!

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“Tara, I look ridiculous.” You huffed, stepping out of your room in the Halloween costume Tara had picked out for you.

Somehow you had managed to let your best friend talk you into attending a frat party. You usually weren’t the party type, but since it was Halloween you figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try and enjoy the night with your friends.

Though, what you weren’t expecting was to be willingly standing in a too-tight witch costume. Tara had already picked it out for you, claiming that you would look hot in it.

“Oh my god! I knew it was gonna look good.” Tara grabbed your arm excitedly, pulling you into the kitchen so she could show Quinn your outfit.

You trudged along with the small girl, shuffling your feet on the ground until you reached the kitchen where you stood nervously, waiting for the approval of Quinn.

“Holy shit! Jake is gonna love you.” Quinn spoke about a boy you hadn't heard of before.

“I’m sorry, who is Jake?” You furrowed your eyebrows while turning to Tara.

She avoided eye contact.

“Quinn?” You then turned to Quinn, hoping she was more willing to reveal who the mystery boy was.

Quinn brought her hand to the back of her neck nervously, “Well, Tara and I found you a very nice-looking guy that would like to accompany you to the party.”

You definitely had not signed up for this. You looked back to Tara, hoping to get some sort of explanation as to why on earth she would think this was a good idea.

“Well, I just wanted you to have fun tonight. We thought maybe it would be a nice surprise.” Tara smiled nervously.

You let out a deep breath. You hadn't even really wanted to go to the party in the first place. You had only agreed because you thought it would make Tara happy. You had planned on finding a nice couch to sit on for the majority of the night or convincing Chad to ditch the party with you and go get some food.

“Please don’t be mad. I swear it came from a good place.” it was the truth. Tara was only trying to help.

No matter how frustrating the situation was, you couldn't bring yourself to be upset at her, “I’m not mad, let's just get this over with.”

You had only been at the party for an hour and you were already over it. You had plastered on a fake smile and pretended to enjoy the company of the boy in front of you.

Although Jake was plenty attractive and seemed to be able to keep a conversation pretty well, you wanted nothing more than to wander off to find your other friends, more specifically Chad, who you had begun to develop feelings for the past few months.

You were completely oblivious to it, but Chad had started feeling the same way about you, and the feeling in his stomach as he watched you laugh at some joke the boy in front of you had been confirmation enough that he definitely didn't see you as just a friend.

He wasn’t used to feeling this way when it came to you. When you showed up to the occasional party you always found him in the crowd of college kids. You'd spend the whole night by each other's side before you both snuck off to go get some fast food or even just take a walk outside. But now, as he stood across the room and watched you with someone else he was unable to stop the jealousy from creeping up on him. He had thought about walking over to you and asking you if you needed anything but just when he thought he had the courage he could spot the boy's arm curling around your waist.

Having seen enough, he made his way to the bathroom instead.

Jake's arm around your waist had startled you. He had kept a safe distance thus far so when he unexpectedly pulled you closer to him you were a bit taken aback.

“Woah.” You attempted to gently wiggle away from him but you proved unsuccessful after he brought his other arm around you as well.

He let out a raspy laugh, “Playing hard to get?”

You could hear the slur in his voice and you tried to think back to when he had gotten so intoxicated. You realized you hadn't really been paying that much attention to him and instead focused on your surroundings most of the night.

“I’m not playing anything.” You spoke with a calm tone as you once again tried pulling away from the tall boy.

He had seemed to take your protest as something playful rather than serious, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Without any further warning, he bends down and presses his lips to your neck, making you cringe.

Your heartbeat began to speed up, “Get the hell off of me.” you were more panicked now.

You tried looking around for any sign of a familiar face but it was hard to see much of anything as Jake now had you in a stronger hold.

You tried pulling away as hard as you could when you felt his hand graze your thigh.

You prepared yourself for the worst, but within seconds the boy had been forcefully yanked away from you.

“Get the fuck off her!” Chad was now standing in between you and Jake, his breathing a bit heavy as anger coursed through his body.

Mindy had been the one to come knocking on the bathroom door, telling him that something was going on with you and your date.

Jake let out a cold laugh, “Oh come on bro, she was asking for it! I mean look at wh-” before he could get the rest of the sentence out Chad's fist had connected to his jaw, sending him stumbling back and falling onto the floor.

You had not been able to process much of anything before Chad quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the house and onto the porch outside. The cool air blew through your hair, bringing you slowly back to reality.

“Are you okay?” His eyes searched your body, looking for anything sort of injury the boy could have left on you.

You finally let out a breath of relief. Although your hands were a bit shaky from everything that had just gone down, you could feel yourself calm.

“Y-Yeah, i’m okay.” You gave him a reassuring smile before continuing, “Thank you for getting me out of there.” you had never been more grateful for chad than you were right now.

Chad returned the smile, “You don’t have to thank me.”

You gently nodded as you took a seat on one of the steps, chad following right behind you.

“Yanno I never even wanted to come here with him. I was actually just gonna come find you when I got here and see if you wanted to ditch.” You laughed, focusing on your hands instead of meeting his eyes.

Chad tried not to focus too deeply on what you had just said but he couldn't help but get his hopes up that maybe his feelings were not one-sided.

“I was worried for a second that you had found a new person to spend your rare partying time with.” He tried to joke, although you could tell he was telling the truth.

“Never.” You finally looked up at him, surprised to see that he was already looking at you.

You weren't sure when you had gotten so close to one another, but you could nearly feel his nose touching yours.

“Chad?” You questioned, already knowing what you were about to say.

“Yeah?” He could barely muster a whisper as his eyes fell down to your lips.

“Kiss me.” As soon as the words had left your mouth, Chad had wasted no time in closing the distance between you.

Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck while his hands found their way into your hair. Your lips moved perfectly in sync as you opened your mouth a bit more, letting his tongue swipe over your bottom lip.

“Still wanna ditch the party with me?” Chad eased back from the kiss.

“Absolutely.”

[miliawrites]

chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: reader lives with sam and tara in new york. she’s been in the friend group for years and is very close with chad, who is extremely protective of her. he’s always had a thing for her but never brought it up due to the fear he would ruin the friendship, until one night..an innocent game of truth or dare changes things

warnings: SMUT, p in v, making out, praise kink, riding, no condom, dirty talk, kinda slowburn but not rlly?

side note: I haven’t written smut in a while so sorry if this sucks! also I did not proofread so sorry for mistakes.

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It was a cold October night in New York. Your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, Annika, Ethan and Chad were all sat around the coffee table that was covered in the condensation from each one of your drinks. The sound of the TV was playing softly in the background as you all laughed, playing a game of truth or dare.

You had successfully made it through three rounds of the game without having to do something embarrassing. Granted, you chose truth everytime, which Mindy was not pleased with.

“Come on, you HAVE to choose dare this time.” Annika and the others agreed with her. “Says who?” you asked. “It’s the rules of the game.”

“Since when?” you laughed. “Since right now, i’m making it a new rule.”

“I don’t remember taking a vote on making you game maker.” you bantered.

“Everyone in favor of making me game maker take a sip of your drink.” Mindy said, watching with anticipation as everyone took sips of their drink. “Even you, Chad? I thought you had my back,” you whined at him. He smiled.

“Normally I would be against whatever my sister says buuut, you are the only one here who hasn’t done a dare yet,” he said. “Fine, I choose dare,” you gave in despite all efforts.

You knew by the look on her face that Mindy had something up her sleeve. “I dare you…” she started, giving it thought before looking between me and Chad. “I dare you and Chad to go into the bedroom and make out.”

Chad chimed in before you could, “Mindy that is so inappropriate.” You agreed. “Give me something else.”

“Nope..sorry those are the rules and since you all voted me game maker…what I say goes.” Mindy said, visibly pleased with her dare. “Hurry along now…i’m getting impatient.” She finished. The others piped in, pushing you to do it as if there wasn’t enough pressure already.

You sighed, looking at Chad with pleading eyes, hoping for him to step in and save you. Instead, he did the opposite. “Let’s go,” he said, standing up and holding out his hand. You hesitated but ultimately grabbed his hand as he helped you stand up.

Your hands stayed connected as he led you back to your bedroom. He allowed you to go in first, shutting the door behind him once he entered and leaned against it. His tall stature was almost the same height as the door frame. You sat on the edge of the bed, heart beating a mile a minute.

This was probably the first time in all the years you’ve been friends, that you and Chad had been alone in a room before. To say there were some unsaid feelings between you to would be an understatement. You’ve always had a thing for him, you loved the way he was so caring and protective over you. He treated you like a little sister, which was another reason you felt like he would never see you in a romantic way. Strictly platonic.

But the energy in your bedroom tonight was different than anything you experienced before. There was a sexual heaviness in the air and you couldn’t explain why. Chad didn’t take his eyes off you, he could tell you were deep in thought.

“Hey…you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I just brought you in here so Mindy would shut up,” he said, walking over from the door to sit beside you on the bed.

This brought some relief— but at the same time, it made your heart sink. There was a small part of you that wanted to kiss Chad, to feel his lips move against yours, to feel his hands linger on your body, to pull you on his lap while he explored your mouth, and eventually fuck you until you were cumming on his cock.

But that was a fantasy and you knew it. A fantasy that only occurred in your dreams and would most likely never become a reality. “Well, thank you for saving me.” you smiled, turning to make eye contact with him. “Anytime,” he smiled back. Fuck, you loved that stupid smile.

“I think ‘game maker Mindy’ is going to be pissed when she finds out we didn’t do anything,” you joked. “We’ll just have to convince her that we did.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For starters..we need to mess up your hair,” he said before taking his hands and roughing up your hair. You laughed in the process.

“Perfect, now you need a hickey or something.” You questioned him again. “If you think i’m burning myself with a curling iron..think again.”

“I can just give you one,” he chuckled. Your lower stomach fluttered. “I’m pretty sure that’s more intimate that actually making out,” you told him. “No, let me show you,” he said bluntly. You said nothing, but the look in your eyes was saying something totally different and Chad noticed.

He slowly took your hair and moved it behind your ear, exposing the soft skin of your neck. He leaned over slowly. Despite both of you sitting down, the height difference was still there. You let out barely audible sigh when he lips connected with your neck.

He left soft kisses over the skin, kissing up to your ear and back down to your collarbone. You involuntarily grabbed his arm and squeezed it, before he stopped at the most visible spot on your neck and began sucking.

Somewhere along the way, his hand had rested on your mid-thigh, rubbing and squeezing here and there. He didn’t do it for long before pulling away. He admired the reddish, purple mark he left, a smirk falling upon his lips. “Now, they will believe it.”

You were speechless. How could such a little act of affection, have you so fucking feral? You’re not exactly sure what came over you in that moment. “I like when you touch me,” you said innocently, looking down at his lips. “Yeah?” his smirk grew even bigger. “I like touching you.”

You both remained silent for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what the both of you just admitted. “Do you want me to touch you again?” he asked. You nodded. “Need to hear you say it baby.” It rolled off his tongue in the most sensual way. ‘Baby.’ replayed in your head over and over.

“Please…I want you to touch me,” you didn’t care how desperate you sounded and Chad was reeling over the use of ‘Please.’ Dirty thoughts flooding his mind.

He wasted no time leaning in to actually kiss you this time. It started out slow, because he wanted to give you time to back out if you needed. But you had no plans of doing so. It wasn’t until you let out a soft moan against his lips that he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slid in your mouth, fighting for dominance and easily winning. He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your sides as you made out for several minutes. A pool of wetness gathered in your panties, and you grinned yourself against him for some sort of friction.

“Chad..” you whined, desperately wanted more. “Can I take these off?” he referred to your pants. You nodded before he unbuckled your pants, lifting you up slightly so he could remove them. You also removed your shirt in the process.

It was embarrassing how soaked you were. He noticed the damp part of your pink panties. He smirked. “Stop smirking.”

“I just love how wet you are for me baby,” he said, fingers trailing down your stomach before reaching the top part of your panties. He looked at you for permission and you gave him a reassuring nod. He slipped his fingers below the fabric, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slow circles on it.

You moaned, feeling some release in your core from his touch. “Please don’t stop,” you whined.

“Mm, such a good girl..always using her manners,” he praised in your ear. He continued to rub you, adding a little more pressure. “I bet I could make you cum just doing this,” Chad said. “I know you’ve always had a little crush on me..I see the way you tense up when i’m near you, how you bite your lip while you look at my muscles, how red in the face you get when you see me talking to other girls.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan in response. You were seeing stars as he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit faster and more aggressively. “Admit it to me y/n. Tell me how you feel about me.”

“I-I’ve wanted you for s-so long,” you sigh pleasurably. “Yeah? Tell me more.” God he was being so hot.

“Sometimes I touch myself at night to the thought of you.” You knew that would boost his ego like hell, but you didn’t care at this point. “Mm, I see. You’ve thought about cumming on my cock? Screaming my name while I fuck you numb?”

“Yes..n-need more Chad,” you moaned. He removed his hand, before reaching down to remove his own pants. His cock was painfully hard at hearing your confessions. He was honestly dumbfounded by the fact that this was happening. Though he would never admit, there was not a day that went by where he didn’t think about fucking you.

You removed your panties, Chad’s eyes immediately glued to your pussy. “Fuck” he breathed out. You helped him remove his boxers, both of you now completely naked. You crashed your lips on his again, making out as you reached down to stroke his cock in your small hand, which barely wrapped around the width. The movements earning a deep groan from his lips.

“You’re so big,” you moaned into his mouth, hand moving up and down his cock faster. “Wanna feel it inside you?” he asked in between kisses. You nodded, he gave you a look of disapproval. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you told him, he was much more satisfied with that answer.

He pulled you back onto his lap, hand gripping your waist as you hovered over his cock. Chad positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you for one last reassurance, just in case you wanted to stop.

You answered his question as you slowly slid down on his cock, just enough for the tip to go in. You could tell he was trying to keep composure. So were you.

He held your hips, guiding you down farther as you both moaned in sync at the feeling. “Oh..f-fuck,” you whine. “You’re so fucking tight baby,” he groaned. He was big, way bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. The pain mixed with pleasure made you feel like you were going to explode.

Once every inch of him was inside you, he began moving you back and forth on his cock. Profanities spilled from both of your mouth, absolutely drunk with pleasure. You rested your hands on his shoulders for support as you rode him. “Look at me when you ride me,” he demanded.

You moaned, meeting his eyes, sending you closer to the edge. “You’re doing so good baby, taking me so good..” he moaned, throwing his head back. You both continued like this for several minutes, before he took your arms and held them behind your back, leaning back and beginning to pound into you relentlessly.

“Fuck…fuck..fuck…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” you moaned louder as he thrusted like there was no tomorrow. “You’re making me feel so good y/n,” he said, “Fuck, I could do this all fucking night…make you stay on my cock forever.” His dirty words only pushed you closer and closer. He thrusted harder even though you weren’t sure how it was possible.

You core ached with the need for release. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust deeper bringing you to the brink of collapse. “C-chad…g-gonna cum..”

“Me too baby, me too..” he assured you. Letting go of your arms, he reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit. The overstimulation too much for you to handle. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock..” he said, rubbing your clit faster and fucking you harder as you came undone.

“Mm that’s right..Good girl…cum for me baby…fuck I love the way you’re squeezing me..” he talked you through the orgasm before reaching his own..

He wanted to pull out but there was a part of him, the sick, selfish and dirty part of him, that wanted to cum inside your pussy.

You knew he was on the edge, you could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you. He let out small whimpers as he felt the pleasure overtake him. Without giving it much thought, you said “Want you to cum inside me.”

He didn’t try to ask if you were sure, with the fear that you would take back what you said. Instead, his warm cum spilled inside you, coating every inch of your walls while moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times before coming to a stop, but he didn’t pull out. You collapsed in his arms, listening to the faint sound of his rapid heartbeat that got slower as you both came down from the high.

“I can’t believe you just let me do that,” he laughs. “Honestly, me either..but it felt right,” you admit. He pulled out of you, “Spread your legs.” he told you as he sat up. You didn’t question it, you just did what he said. He watched as the white cum slowly dripped out of your hole. “Looking at my cum drip out your little pussy…yeah it was definitely the right decision.”

You blushed with embarrassment. “I never knew you were so naughty,” you laughed. “Baby, this isn’t even close to how naughty I can be,” he said with all seriousness.

A few minutes passed and you both got dressed, Chad helped you get cleaned up before leaving the room. To be honest, you had completely forgot the others still existed. Chad wrapped his arm around you as you walked back to your friends.

“Match-maker Mindy has done it again!” Mindy said, proud of herself, knowing she orchestrated this whole thing. “But I absolutely NEVER want to hear the foul and absolutely disgusting things I just heard in that bedroom.”

“Well thanks to you…you get to hear it every single night,” Chad said before both of you joined back at the coffee table for another round of truth or dare.

AU: CHAD IS DEF THE TYPE TO TALK U THROUGH IT AND I STAND BY THAT

[miliawrites]

SPEAK YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE

Summary: Chad talks you through your first time

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, sexual detailings, I know Chad has a big dick and knows how to use that thang

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x black!reader, Chad Meeks x reader

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"I am scared."

You stood on the side of your bed, Chad staring at you from across the mattress. His shirt had been long discarded on your bedroom floor. His body glistening with a mist of sweat from making out with you.

"Why are you scared, Princess?" He furrowed his brows. "If you're uncomfortable we don't have to do this. I promise I don't care about when we have sex."

You and Chad had been dating for about four months. You met him at a Blackmore University mixer at the start of the semester, introducing yourself immediately when you saw him standing around a group of guys. Confidence was never something you struggled with so when you saw something you wanted, you went for it. That's one of the things you and your boyfriend had in common.

At first you didn't know where things would go with him. While he seemed to like you, there was something still off about Chad. He was guarded and you could tell it had nothing to do with you personally. A month into hanging out with him you decided to get clarity. One night after watching movies together in your apartment you asked him if he wanted to be with you or just have fun every now and then.

You would have been fine with either, but, honestly you wanted him in more ways than one.

Chad being Chad, he comforted you, assuring you that he really liked you and wanted you all the time. When you asked what was holding him back you saw how glossy his eyes got.

He began to share with you the hell he experienced last year in his hometown of Woodsboro, California. How a masked psycho named "Ghostface" had been torturing his family for decades and now him, suffering the same curse. His uncle, Randy Meeks, being the person that linked him to these murders following his untimely death in 1998.

Chad was amazed at the fact that you never heard of the Woodsboro murders. You admitted that you had seen Stab before at a sleepover when you were a kid but never realized that it was based on a true story.

You are blissfully clueless on how deep the blood river ran until being with Chad. Even then, there were worse things that frightened you than a Ghostface killer.

"Why are you scared?" Chad repeated, eyes soft in waiting for you to speak.

You motioned down at his sweatpants. "Because you're ya know ... you're big."

"I'm … big?!" Chad nearly shouted, laughter falling from his lips.

You crossed your arms, unamused at his humor. "Stop." You warned, throwing your head back in frustration. "You're slanging a fucking semi truck and you know I'm a virgin. It's not funny." You pouted.

"Oh, Babe..." Chad frowned. He came around the side of the bed, trying to hug you but you playfully swat his hands away. "I forgot, Y/N, I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm sorry." You mocked, turning away from him.

His hand grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sensation. The fact that this intensity felt good throughout your body. "If you want me to, I'll teach you how to fuck. We can explore what you like." Chad raised a brow. "Do you want that, Baby?"

You nodded slowly, almost drunk on looking at Chad so closely. You always told him that he was a pretty boy, but, this ferocity in his eyes was new. It was sexy.

"Good. Get on the bed." He pointed at the mattress. You started taking your pants off but quickly were stopped. "Don't worry about that right now. Just get on."

You did as you were told, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Chest rising and falling with anxiousness. Being a virgin in college was almost unheard of, but, you didn't want to have sex with just anybody. You were picky with your shoes and they only go on your feet. Chad's softness and consideration to your first time further solidified that you made the right choice in waiting for him.

"So ... what now?" You asked.

Chad crawled onto the bed, hovering over you with his arms holding him in place. He leaned down, kissing your lips intensely and awaiting your tongue to enter his mouth. You held his face, lips moving in sync while you rubbed your legs together. Clit throbbing as you felt Chad's cock pressing against your front.

He detached his lips from yours and was panting for air. The kisses moved down your body and onto your semi-exposed breasts in your half cup bra, boobs spilling over the material. "Is this okay?" Chad asked.

"It's amazing, Baby." You huffed, playing with his curls as his head rested on your stomach.

His long fingers hooked on your cotton shorts. "I'm going to take these off of you now, okay?" He asked.

"Okay." You moaned.

Gently he peeled off your shorts and underwear, throwing them off into the corner with his tee shirt. He leaned down, face to face with your heat that glistened for him. "You're absolutely soaking for me, Princess." He smiled.

Before you could speak his tongue began to flick over your clit. Playing with the sensitive nub and applying pressure ever so slightly. You grabbed onto his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy as you panted out his name. "Fuck..." You rolled your eyes. Shockwaves being sent down your spine.

Chad lifted his head up, his index and middle fingers approaching your lips. "Open." He demanded, placing his fingers into your mouth. "Suck."

You ran your tongue over his fingers. The smell of his Coach cologne on his wrist wafting over your nose. You moaned again with your eyes fluttering shut. Chad took his fingers from your mouth and inserted them into you. Pumping in and out as you heard your wetness below.

You could feel the sensation building in your belly that you've never had when he's done this before. There was fire rising in your chest, making you buck your hips against his movements.

You snuck a look at his boxers, his cock begging to be inside of you immediately and poking through the grey Calvin Klein material. "Take those off." You stated.

"You're rushing me?" You boyfriend chuckled. "I thought you were scared, Love?"

You grabbed onto his arm, sitting up against the headboard of the bed. Dripping your arousal all onto the comforter due to the sudden movement. "Take. It. Off." You growled, staring into his soul. "Or I'll do it for you."

"Go for it." He shrugged, smirking at your initiative.

Narrowing your eyes, you removed his fingers from your wet cunt. Wrapping your hand around his neck you brought Chad in for a kiss, tasting your sweetness on his lips. By throwing your legs on either side of his body you pushed his back down onto the mattress. Breaking the kiss, you took his boxers in your hands and snaked them down his legs. Freeing his cock from the material and the recoil caused his dick to slap his stomach. Making Chad hiss a bit in pain.

"Sorry!" You cowered, biting your lip nervously.

He shook his head. "I'm fine, keep going." He encouraged. You wrapped your manicured fingers around his throbbing cock. "I know you don't need help with this part." Chad teased.

You winked in your boyfriend's direction. With a lick of your lips you placed a kiss on the tip of his leaking dick before shoving it into your mouth. Tongue swirling around his cock as you made your way down his shaft. Using the spit you left behind, you pumped your fist up and down around his long member. Continuing to have the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"That's it, Princess." He supported you. His hand pressing down on the back of your head to go deeper, he wanted to feel every part of you on his dick. "Just like that."

You took it out of your mouth, spitting on the tip and placing it back down your throat once more. You moaned with him in your mouth, clit throbbing painfully as your cunt ached for him to be inside of you.

"Can you help me?" You asked once his cock was free from your hold.

Chad nodded intently. "Do you wanna stay on top or do you want me to be?" His hands grabbed your waist, fingers kissing the curvature of your ass. "For your first time you might want to lay down, Babe."

"I think I like being on top." You pouted, staring at his glistening dick before looking into his eyes. "I wanna ride you."

Your boyfriend nodded. "Okay. I'll show you what to do in this position, then after we can switch. I want you to feel it from top too."

"I feel like this is gonna hurt." You grimaced. "What do I do?"

Chad cupped your ass, lifting you into the air a little. "I'm gonna guide you, alright?" He positions you over his cock. "Put it in."

"Slow?" You asked.

"Slow." He answered.

You placed the tip at your entrance, your pleasure mixed with the spit on his dick allowed it to slip in easily. "I'm slowly gonna let you go." Chad said, lowering you onto his thick cock. A grimace came across your lips as the pressure overwhelmed you. "You okay? You wanna stop?"

"Keep going." You assured him.

You fully sat on Chad's dick, feeling as if it was stabbing your insides. His hands found their way back to your sides, moving you up and down on his member. You started getting into his rhythm and moved your hips against his. The pressure between your legs beginning to fade with each stroke. Your hands were pressed against his built chest, beginning to thrust into his hips all on your own.

Chad stared up at you only to be met with closed eyes. You were so focused on making this experience good for him that you got lost in it. Insecurities about this being your first time hitting you. Would Chad like it? He's done this before, what if you're the worst he's ever had?

"Look at me, Babygirl." He said softly. You opened your eyes, a smile on his lips as you rocked against his body. "Don't think about me right now."

You nodded, cheeks growing red as Chad knew exactly why you were inside your head so intensely. "Sorry. I just want to be good."

"You're fucking stellar." Your boyfriend smirked, hands grabbing your breasts and kneading them in his hands. "You're so fucking good for me, Y/N." He moaned, mouth open as you settled fully on his length.

You covered your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed ... I'm actually tired from riding."

Chad chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed. Let me take care of you now." He placed a kiss on your lips before kissing your forehead. "Up you go."

He wrapped his arms around your body and turned you around, returning you to your original position with your back pressed against the comforter. "You want to keep going?" He asked, his dick still sitting inside of you.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Can we um .. can we try choking?"

Chad smiled. "Anything you want, Princess. You want to do it to me or--"

"I want you to choke me."

His eyes lit up. You were beginning to speak his love language while he was starting to learn yours. The feeling of being sexually compatible made his cock twitch inside of you. His hand wrapped around your throat, thumb and middle finger pressing against the sides of your skin.

When your eyes rolled back to your head and your back began to arch off of the bed, he knew you weren't going to last long under his touch.

"Just like that." You choked out, touching your titties and flicking your own nipples. Chad's thrusts began to quicken. His free hand grabbed your waist, slamming into your cunt repeatedly as you called out for him. "Fuck, Chad! Oh my god." You whined. "Harder, Baby, please!"

He raised an amused brow. "Harder?" He repeated.

"Make me cry, Daddy, please." You whined.

Your boyfriend let go of your throat. His other hand joining your hip and moving your body in sync with his, pushing himself into you with such ferocity that it brought tears to your eyes. "Pussy so fucking good, Y/N." He whispered. "Such a good girl for me. Taking this cock for the first time."

"Mmm it's so good." A knot forming in the deepest pit of your belly. "I, fuck, I think I'm about to come."

"What's it feel like, Baby?" He asked.

You balled your fists beside you, pulling on the comforter. "It-It's like pressure on my shit--" You felt like sinking into the bed. "pressure in my tummy." You released your grip on the bed. Chad taking your hand in his and holding onto it.

"You're almost there." Chad nodded proudly. "Gonna be a good girl and come for me?" Your eyes spoke for you. "I need to hear you say it, Y/N."

You parted your lips. "I'm so close, please!"

"Say it."

"Chad--"

"Say it!"

"Ugh!" The knot in your stomach unraveled, releasing creamy arousal all over Chad's cock.

He slammed into your hips roughly, residing in that spot for a few seconds before pulling out. His fingers curled around his member and pumped his shaft. Hot, clear-like, cum squirted from his cock. Dropping onto your stomach and pooling into your belly button.

You panted feverishly, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at your boyfriend. Chad hid a smile and looked away from you for a brief moment. He emptied his load, wiping his tip and bringing the liquid to your lips. You sucked the droplets from his finger and laid back down onto the bed.

"How do you feel?" Chad inquired, grabbing a dirty washcloth from your hamper. Cleaning off the cum from your stomach and patting your thigh gently.

You chuckled to yourself. "That's what sex feels like?" You turned your body to face him. "I want more."

Your boyfriend settled back onto the bed next to you. "Wait, did you not come?" He asked worriedly. Chad craned his neck down towards your cunt, seeing the pooling of your arousal settling into the sheets. "No, you definitely came."

"What time do we have to pick up Tara for this Halloween party?" You ran your nails against his chest.

Chad could feel his cheeks growing red. "Considering we still have to shower and you literally take a million years to get ready, we don't have the time." He got up off the bed, motioning for you to come join him in the bathroom.

"What about shower sex?" You pouted. Coming up behind him and poking him in the back.

He shook his head. "I'd rather not have you fall and break your neck." He said, shutting down the idea immediately. "That would kind of put a damper on things, Babe."

"Oh shut up." You smacked his bare ass playfully. "Just be ready to giddy up on this pussy later."

Chad laughed, turning around in the bathroom and picking you up. Your legs finding themselves hooked around his hips as he kissed you. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."

[miliawrites]

step on me

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x fem!reader

summary: chad feels the need to prove to ethan that you’re his and what better way than to finger you on the couch right next to him.

warning(s): 18+ content, fingering, jealous chad, ethan isn’t ghostface in this he’s just a normal nerdy guy, chad fingering you while ethan is sleeping and unedited work

© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work

Chad liked to believe he was a respectable man, he tried to be the kind of guy you’d wanna take home to your parents. He usually was, he wasn’t ever too handsy in public and he’d always wait till you guys were alone for anything but today was different.

Tonight was your movie night which was usually just the two of you but then stupid Ethan had to tell you some fucking sob story about how he’d be alone tonight and you were always too sweet for your own good so you had offered for him to hang with you guys.

He knew Ethan wouldn’t be alone tonight, he had a study date with Ruby from Chemistry but he also knew about the huge crush Ethan had on you. It was obvious to everyone except you, you thought he was just being nice but Chad knew the truth.

Chad saw the eyes Ethan gave you, he recognized them as the same ones he often gave you, now Ethan wasn’t usually a problem but lately Ethan had obviously been inching his way deeper into your life.

Chad hated it.

And now Ethan was sitting on the other side of you on the couch Chad had planned to ravish you on. Chad rolled his eyes as Ethan made you laugh, again.

Chad had his arm protectively thrown over your shoulder making sure Ethan kept some distance between himself and you. “You’re actually really funny, Ethan.”

“Thank you.” The boy blushed “Can we just watch the movie?” Chad huffed not bothering to glance at Ethan but you raised your head “What’s wrong?” You speak quieter but Chad doesn’t bother hiding the conversation from Ethan “I just wanna watch the movie.”

“We don’t usually watch the movie anyways.” He looked down immediately seeing your sweet eyes and he softened until he heard Ethan’s nagging voice “What do you usually do?”

Before you get to respond Chad does “We usually fuck.” He raised his head glaring at Ethan who’s face was turning red.

“Chad!” You scolded him not really knowing what had gotten into him “I’m sorry.” You apologized to Ethan before the three of you decided to focus on the movie.

By the time the movie finish Ethan had fell asleep on the other side of the couch while you had gotten up to get water.

Chad couldn’t help but glare at Ethan’s sleeping body, he wouldn’t be surprised if this was apart of Ethan’s plan so he can stay the night with you.

All Chad wanted to do was take you upstairs and you fuck you so hard that Ethan could hear you moaning from down here and maybe Ethan would finally get the message but then a thought crossed his mind and he smirked when he saw you walking back towards him.

He could do one better.

You gasped when he pulled you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he kisses you roughly his hand on the back of your head.

You tried to keep up with his fast movements, your hand holding onto the couch cushion as he pulled you impossibly closer like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

“Chad.” You moaned against his lips when he gripped your breast through your thin t-shirt. His tongue pushing against yours and his hand began to slid your shirt over your breasts but you stopped him just before he could “We can’t.” You whisper, he can hear your breathlessness in your voice.

"He's sleeping." He promised as you looked over your shoulder to where Ethan was sleeping, you could hear his snores and his head was turned towards the tv.

You turned back to Chad with a raised brow "He's a heavy sleeper I swear." He said playing with the material of your shirt but Chad’s lying, now if he knew something it was that Ethan was a light sleeper. Ethan slept like he was always watching his back.

You don’t seem convinced.

"One time I fell, it made a loud thud and guess what? He stood sleeping like a fucking baby." He twisted the story remembering the way Ethan had jumped up like someone was trying to murder him.

But he needed Ethan to know you were his and what better way than to fuck you on the couch right next to him.

"Maybe he didn't want to embarrass you." You replied but you let him slide his hands under your top squeezing your breasts in his hand "You're so paranoid babe." He hummed pressing a kiss to the side of your neck and you moved your head a bit so he could have better access.

“I wish you’d be more paranoid considering that we’ve been almost murdered before.” You argue as he pulls the shirt over your breasts. As he rolls his nipple between his finger he shrugged “I choose not to dwell.”

"Choose not to dwell my ass, you almost punched that guy in the ghostface mask when we first moved here." He lifted his head from where he was focusing on kneading your breasts to look at you with a scoff "Hey, hey that dickhead was taunting you, I was protecting your honor."

You laugh at his words shaking your head "I think you were just scared." You teased cupping his face letting your thumb trace his skin leaning your head against his "Whatever." He said with a pout but you raised your head a bit pecking his lips.

"It's okay, if Ghostface comes back, you can hide behind me." He smiled at you, catching your lips one more time as he began slipped his hand under your shorts.

He let out an exasperated moan just to bother you when he felt you had no panties on.

“Shh." You shushed him but he didn't respond his finger rubbing your clit in small circles and the sudden pleasure catches you by surprise as you thrust your hips up but he wraps his other arm around your waist to hold you against him.

You bit your lip to bite back a moan your hand wrapping around his wrist but it only encourages him more.

“Raise your hips.” He muttered and you follow his instructions embarrassing quick raising your hips so he can slide your shorts off letting them drop to the ground.

He lets out a happy hum spreading your legs again. He dragged his fingers through your wet folds, his middle finger teases your opening pushing just the tip in before pulling it out “Chad.” you whine leaning your head back trying to move your hips against his hand but it’s hard with his strong arm holding you down.

“Hm, what’s your wrong baby?” Chad asked throwing glances behind your head to where Ethan laid “Want me to touch you?” His voice is louder but you don’t catch it.

“Please.” You turn your head looking at him and Chad could never really resist your pretty eyes.

“Anything for you.” He says pushing his thick finger inside you a small gasp escaping yours lips, he moved slow at first pressing small pecks to your lips before you deepened the kiss.

Your hand slid to the back of his neck moaning against his lips when he shoved another finger inside you. Your tongue pushing against his before you sucked lightly at the tip of his tongue causing him to groan Chad’s fingers moving faster inside of you.

You pulled away moaning rather loudly, Chad smiled leaning his head against yours. You were so lost in yourself you had forgotten Ethan had even been sleeping at the end of the couch. Chad had always had that effect on you, you knew how to make you forget everything you were thinking.

He loosens his arm around your waist letting you move yourself against his fingers “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers.” He kisses your cheek watching as you fucked yourself on his fingers, the sound of your wetness was almost embarrassing.

And just as your felt the band almost snap, Ethan had shifted on the couch. “Chad.” You moan as he still thrusted his fingers inside you like he hadn’t noticed.

“We should stop.” You tell him through labored breaths turning your head to him and Chad pouted “He’s sleeping babe.”

“But what if he wakes up?”

“This’ll only take a second baby, you’re almost there aren’t you?” you gasped his fingers thrusted hitting your g spot “Chad, please.” It’s almost too much and you don’t know if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

He throws a glance towards Ethan watching as Ethan visibly tenses up, obviously now awake. Chad smirked “You’re mine right baby?”

“Mhm.” You squeezed your eyes shut “Say it for me” he whispered in your ear.

“I’m yours Chad.” you whimpered “Only yours.” he kisses your temple as you unravel on his fingers. He fucks your through your high, a smile on his face “You did so good.” He pulled his fingers away from you having no shame as he pushed his fingers in his mouth sucking on them with a dramatic groan.

“Chad!” you laughed covering your mouth to try and hide it “You’re a freak.” he chuckled as well “Go upstairs for me, I’ll meet you in a second.” He told you tapping your thigh lightly.

“Oo for what?” you played coy but you couldn’t hide the excited smile on his face “So I can fuck you into the bed.” He pecked your lips and you giggled climbing off his lap before stopping.

“What about Ethan?” you whispered looking between your boyfriend and the boy “I’ll wake him up.” He promised before you scurried off up the stairs he waited a moment before waking up the boy who he knew was already awake.

They played dumb to each other for a moment acting like nothing had happened “Do you need a ride home? I can call you an uber.” Chad offered as Ethan grabbed his jacket. “No.” Ethan cleared his throat shaking his head “I’ll walk.”

Chad nodded leaning back on the couch watching as the brunette moved towards the door “Ethan?”

“Yeah?” Ethan turned back towards his friend who smiled at him “Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.” Chad’s voice is soft like there isn’t an underlying threat in his words.

Ethan nodded quickly his eyes widened “Yeah, yeah of course man.” he promised “I would never mess with Y/N.”

“Just making sure Ethan.” Chad squinted at the boy before smiling again “I’ll see you tomorrow.” he waved as if he hadn’t just threatened his friend.

“I-I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ethan stuttered before leaving carefully closing the door behind him. Chad stood there for a moment tapping at the arm of the couch .

“Chad!” You impatiently called after your boyfriend causing him to laugh jumping up from his seat “I’m coming! And you better have your damn clothes off!”

“When do I ever have my clothes on?!” You called back making him shake his head as he climbed up the stairs skipping a few steps to get there faster.

“God, I fucking love you.” he muttered underneath his breath.

a/n: this isn’t proofread so there’s 100% grammar errors and im sorry if this sucks but if you like it feel free to request and tell me what you think.

[miliawrites]

Heyy, could you do a Chad imagine of him being clingy? (Where they’re dating)

warnings: fluff! some angst if you squint, references to liv’s death

chad is the most doting boy of all time. though he’s a himbo, he’s very set on how much he loves you, and never fails to show it in the loveliest of ways. he showers you with compliments, spends as much time as humanly possible with you, and makes sure every single day is better than the last. with that being said, he really is around you almost 24/7. the only time you’re ever really apart, is in class, or when you have to go to the bathroom.

chad wakes up with you, eats with you, gets ready in the morning with you, showers with you, etc, etc. the man is always holding your hand or has an arm slung around your shoulders, to show that you’re his and he’s yours. it’s never really bothered you how he begs to come with you on nights out with your friends, or when he begs you to accompany him when he hangs out with ethan or tara. he just can’t get enough of you. he’s pretty akin to a cute puppy who follows you everywhere.

he gets a little upset whenever you have to leave without him, but you make it up in kisses whenever you come back home to him. sometimes, you can see him waiting for you outside your lecture hall for the last ten minutes of class, and as soon as you’re out the door, he’s pulling you into your arms.

chad is also very much so your passenger princess. he has his own car, but says that saving gas money is more convenient for the both of you, because he ends up splitting the cost every time. he follows you around grocery stores and runs through every aisle when he loses you, sometimes asking people if they’ve see you after giving a detailed description of your features. “have you seen someone who literally looks perfect? black shirt, big jacket, perfect lips?”

like i’ve mentioned in the previous drabble, chad hates when your friends hog you. he’s not afraid to get into fights with mindy when she asks you to come over to her and anika’s for a movie night. sometimes, he shoos tara away when she sits next to you on the couch.

chad also has no concept of personal space with you. he loves having you cuddled into him when hanging out, or he’s fiddling around with every piece of clothing or jewelry on your body.

he sends you texts at every hour, and sometimes spams a “y/n babeeee wya” when you dont reply. you have each other on the find my friends app, and sometimes he randomly pops up wherever you are.

one time, you were with tara and sam at the movie theatre, and you spotted chad two rows in front of you.

“why are you here? did you buy your own ticket just to stalk me?”

“okay, first off, i actually wanted to watch the barbie movie, secondly, i’m just making sure you’re safe!”

you understand completely where his concern comes from, due to liv and the events at woodsboro, but you reassure him that you will always be safe, and will call him if anything seemed sketchy.

sometimes your friends get a little pissed when he shows up out of the blue or never lets you go, so you have a talk with him to make sure everyone stays happy.

“chad, babe, i love you so very much. but sometimes, i need some alone time. with my friends. no boyfriend.”

“but why?”

“because when my lovely boyfriend is around 24/7, people won’t be able to see us as our own people. does that make sense?”

“i guess.” he says that with a small pout.

[miliawrites]

she will (chad meeks-martin x black!reader)

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x black!reader (fem!reader)

Summary: in which a police officer at a halloween party catches the eyes of a certain shirtless cowboy.

Warnings: language, use of the N-word, mentions of sex, swearing, underage drinking, sexual intentions(no smut), unedited work of mess.

A/n: this is this is truly inspired by she will by lil wayne ft. drake (I suggest listening to the song towards the end) and one of the greatest chad meeks-martin edits i have ever seen, I'll try to link it below. When I saw this edit and heard the song is said….. Yeah, I want him!!! Truly. Anyways, this is a pretty long fic. so grab a snack and hope y'all enjoy!

“damn bitch, who do you think you are?” smiling in the mirror, you turned off your flat iron and placed it on the bathroom counter. “you look too good,” you teased at your reflection. anika, a close classmate of yours, invited you to a halloween party that she and her friends would be attending. you loved anika, she is the sweetest, friendliest, and caring person you would ever meet. it was impossible to hate or have ill intentions towards her.

anika invited you to the party, claiming she wanted to get your “homebody ass” out the house and show her the party animal your homegirls claimed you were. she didn’t believe that you were a partier until she heard your friends ranting about your high school party days. hell, when you first met, anika was complimenting your outfit and you squeaked out a “thank you” like you were a silent church mouse. but once anika heard the testimonies from your friends, she knew she needed proof to back up the statements. you accepted her invitation to the party but didn’t want to be around people you don’t know, so you decided to extend the invite to your best friends.

speaking of your best friends, “shit!” you shouted, running out the bathroom towards your phone charging on your bed. the girls decided to meet up outside of your dorm and walk to the party together. as you looked at your phone you noticed a text from your friend neaveh stating that they were waiting outside for you. that was sent five minutes ago. 

“dammit” you whispered as you ran around your room, picking up the items you planned on bringing with you. realizing that you had your phone, id, dorm key, and your cop hat, you quickly ran back to the bathroom to do a second look over. once you noticed that your makeup and hair was still perfect to your liking, you decided that it was time to go. running towards the front door, you shouted ”see you later” to your roomie, who was cuddled up with her girlfriend while watching a horror movie in the living room.

you walked through the doors, quickly turning around and pushing the door completely close activating the locks to the all girl dorm building. after pulling the door twice, making sure that the doors were truly locked, you turned around walking towards the stairs. as you walked down, placing your cop hat on your head, you could hear the screams of your friends who saw you walk out of the building.

“damn y/n, is that you!”

“whoop! whoop! that’s the sound of the police!”

“okay! big y/n. never the little one!”

“y’all stop!” you pleaded through your laughter, smiling like you won the lottery. but alas your friends ignored your request and all but begged for you to give them a 360 spin. knowing your friends, they weren't going to stop until you gave them what they were asking for. giving in with a smirk, you decided to give them the spin they desired. their screams only got louder as you completed your turn. dinah, moriah, and neveah praised your costume, stating how good you looked as they scanned you from head to toe. 

your cop hat placed slanted on top of your freshly installed and curled ash blond bundles flowing down your back, face beat with a soft glam look, your curvaceous body adorned in the long sleeved police leotard, brown thighs captured in the black fishnet stocking and black thigh high boots. you didn't just look good, you felt good. you felt like a bad bitch.

“y’all talking about me, look at y’all! you guys look amazing!” you praised your friends. dinah, ironically, dressed up as dc’s black canary. moriah decided to be an angel. and last but not least nevaeh was dressed as lara croft. after all praises and compliments were given throughout the group, you all started heading towards to the frat house, which was hosting the costume party. the walk to the house didn't seem long, due to the fact that we were chatting it up, updating the group about what had happened from the last time we were all together.

walking into the house, you can literally feel the vibrations from the speaking thumping through your entire body. seeing that there was barely any space due to the whole school attending the party, you decided to wrap your arm with moriah so you would not get separated as you all moved to the kitchen to get a drink. as you were making your way towards the kitchen you made eye contact with anika, who was standing in the corner with her girlfriend mindy and a short brunette. anika waved you over, so you detached yourself from moriah and started to make your way over. 

“y/n, babes, where are you going?” asked moriah. 

“i see a few friends, i’m gonna say hi real quick” you stated as you made your way to the person who invited you to the party. 

“okay, meet us in the kitchen, holla if you need back up for any reason” moriah stated as she glared at you with no heat in her eyes. 

“okay” you laughed as you walked towards anika. once you were close enough, anika threw her arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a hug. “oh my god!” she shrieked in your ear “y/n you look amazing”. you laughed as you returned the embrace with reciprocated energy. “thanks babe, you look amazing as well” you chuckled. she pulled away from your hug and turned to the group of people standing behind her. 

“oh y/n this is tara” anika pointed to the waving short brunette girl dressed as a pirate. “and this is my girlfriend mindy” she said, hugging a tall light skinned girl with a short curly afro.

“hi! nice to meet y’all” you smiled giving both girls a wave. after talking for a bit, you decided to head to the kitchen where the girls were waiting for you. “well i'm gonna head to the kitchen to fix a drink, but i'll see you guys around” smiling shyly as you walk backwards before swiftly spinning around and heading towards your original destination before seeing your classmate. the three girls smiled as they watched you disappear in the sea of people.

“so that’s y/n? asked tara.

“yep” stated anika

“and you want to set her up with chad? my golden retriever of a brother chad?" mindy asked once again for clarity.

“yep” stated a smirking anika.

“alright y'all, now that y/n is back, let's get down to business.” dinah stated as you made your way back to your group, started setting up four cups for shots. “we're here to have fun and turn this joint out.” dinah filled all the cups up with liquor from a random bottle that was placed on the table and handed them out to each of the girls. the shots were knocked back without hesitation, creating a burning sensation in their throats. as a collective, the decision was made to take 3 more shots. 

you were feeling pretty nice right now. you have a couple of drinks in your system, the music wasn't terrible, and you had your girls by your side. how can it get any better than this? feeling the bass of the music rumble throughout your body, you realized that it was time to have the night of your life.

“c’mon y’all, i wanna dance” you begged your friends while grabbing hold of dinah’s hands in hope that they would follow your lead. the three girls laughed as you started walking with dinah in tow to the living room. dinah turned and made contact with moriah and neveah and smirked realizing that they all shared the same smile. it was at that moment they knew… it was about to go down.

as you walked back to the living room, you passed anika, mindy and tara, who were now being accompanied by two boys. one dressed as a knight and the other a shirtless cowboy.

as you were passing by with smiles, anika quickly introduced the two boys. ”y/n, this is ethan” she said pointing to the tall, lanky boy dressed as a knight with a nervous smile occupying his face. he’s a cutie you thought as you waved. “and this is chad, mindy's twin brother” she smirked as she pointed to the shirtless cowboy standing next to ethan.

“evening officer” chad said as he tips his cow hat in your direction as he scans your body up and down. normally the action would give you the icks, but this man was too fine to turn down the opportunity of doing the same. as you gave him a look over, you quickly realized you liked what you were seeing. a tall man with the body of a greek god, tattoos showcased on big, strong arms.

“howdy” you smirked as your eye scaled its way up to his beautiful face. he smiled as he came to the conclusion that you were feeling him as much as he was feeling you. your smirk only got bigger as you walked backwards towards the dance floor while maintaining eye contact.

chad’s gaze remained even though the connection was broken as you walked to the center of the room and started dancing with your friends. you intrigued him. your energy was crazy. he only encountered this feeling once in his entire life, and that was when he first met liv. anika, mindy, tara, and ethan watched the interaction with wide eyes, confused over the humongous amount of sexual tension that was created within less than 5 minutes. the group then turned their attention to chad, who was still watching shake your ass like you were megan thee stallion, as your friends hyped you up.

“your drooling chad,'' tara teased through squinted eyes with a smirk on her face. ”do you need a bucket?”

chad turned towards his friends, his stare transforming into a harmless glare as they exploded with laughter due to tara's suggestion.

“yeah, evening officer” chuckled mindy as she gave her best rendition of her twin’s horribly pick-up line.

“yeah, yeah whatever” chad uttered under his breath as he shakes his body rid of any nerves that would prevent him from walking over and starting another conversation. “i'm just off my game, it’s been a while.”

the girls and ethan watched as chad started to hype himself up to go over to you, in hopes of having another interaction that exuded the same energy as the first time.

“anytime now big guy.” laughed anika. chad turned and gave her the most unamused face he could create before walking over to you and your friends.

chad wasn’t even five steps away when he heard his sister shout for his attention. “chad!” mindy screamed over the loud music. he spun around to face the group once more. “go get her tiger” mindy smiled while giving him a thumbs up as the group giggled behind her. chad paused for a second before reciprocating the sarcastic smile with a thumbs up. the thumbs up then turned into a middle finger pointed in her direction. “fuck you, mindy” chad said as his smile dropped creating a resting bitch face before he walked towards the only girl in the party that captured his attention.

as you danced carefree with your friends you noticed dinah looking behind you with a smile. “incoming” she whispered in your ear, slowly walking away taking moriah and nevaeh with her. you stopped dancing in confusion about the sudden departure. 

it wasn’t until you felt the presence and warmth from somebody standing behind you, causing your confusion to quickly change into a resting bitch face. ready to tell off the person who was breathing down your neck, you turned only to see the sight of a muscled chest, similarly to a certain cowboy you had your eyes on. looking up, your eyes made contact with a pretty pair of brown puppy dog eyes.

“hi” you grinned at the boy. chad’s smile grew bigger, which should be humanly impossible but you didn't mind. god, this man has a beautiful smile. it brightened the dim room in a way that the sun could not compete with on a hot, summer day with no clouds.

“hey” chad said through his gleaming smile. “im chad” he reintroduces himself while extending his hand.

“yeah” you said as you grabbed his hand, giving a firm yet flirty shake. “i know, anika introduced us already” tilting your head in false confusion.

“yeah, i know that but i just wanted to reintroduce myself” he stated while shrugging his shoulders “i have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing each other a lot” he finished, looking down at you.

“oh really!” you spoke, in complete surprise from the statement he just shared. ”what makes you say that” you uttered, crossing your arms and poking a hip out just for effect.

hey! hey! i just have a feeling," chad announced through a smile, lifting his hands nonchalantly “don't shoot the messenger.” 

your smile couldn't possibly get any bigger during your conversation. there was a moment of silence, just you and chad looking into each other’s eyes, while smiling like you won the lottery. the moment was then broken by chad, who licked his lips, causing you to divert your attention from his beautiful brown eyes towards his full pink lips. 

”you wanna dance?” he asked while scratching the back of his neck, making his biceps flex just asking to be admired. you hummed in confusion, not hearing what he asked due to your attention leaving his lips to his arms you so desperately wanted around your waist (or neck but baby steps). “do you wanna dance?” he asked again, smiling at your murmured response.

“sure,” you grinned back, “if we're going to be seeing each other a lot, i have to know if you can keep up with me on the dance floor.”

chad threw his whole body back as his laughter echoed under the sound of a taylor swift song that was playing throughout the house. the dancing started with gently swaying, just trying to catch a feel of each other’s rhythm. it then turned to the both of you jumping up and down, holding each other’s hands to a popular pop song like you were best friends. (a/n: the song was boy’s a lair pt. 2, and chad ate rapping ice spice verse word for word, you can't tell me nothing different)

you stopped dancing, only to lean forward and wrap your arms around to try and catch your breath from laughing at chad's impeccable wrapping skills. this was a night that was going down in the books. you look good as hell in your costume, meet some new possible friends, and you're dancing with the most handsome man you have ever met. how can it get any better than this?

as you were catching your breath, a certain guitar riff then consumed your ears. only needing a second to recognize the song, your body language then turned stiff. chad, who still had his hands around your waist, became concerned about the sudden shift of energy. his concern became more evident as you unwrapped your limbs from around his neck and started to walk away. 

young money, yeah

did he do something? did he stink? did he make you uncomfortable by placing his hands on your body? his growing concern suddenly disappeared as you turned and walked back to him. 

four, ahem

it was then he noticed that you were mouthing the ad libs to the song that was blasting through the speakers. his lips took the shape of a grin as he saw you cross your arms giving him a mean stare down. chad crossed his arms, returning the mugged stare realizing that you wanted to see if he would match your energy. it was a good thing that chad knew this song word for word because, unknown to him, this was going to make or break the possibility of seeing each other again.

i tell her, now go ‘n’ pop that pussy for a real nigga

i already know that life is deep but i still dig her

niggas is jealous but really i could care less 

i’m in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair net.

it was a sight to see. the whole party turned their attention to see who in the world was screaming out lyrics like there was no tomorrow. but did you and chad pay them any mind, hell nah. let them see what having fun really looks like. you both were pointing fingers in each other’s faces, getting hype that the energy being given is also being reciprocated from one another.

as the chorus came in, you wrapped your arms around chad's neck swaying back and forth as you sang the lyrics without a care in the world. as you were singing you felt chad's big hands resume its position around your waist before trailing down to the cheeks of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he was on that type of timing. you started to dip your body down to the floor, causing your arms to unravel from his neck, dragging them down his torso. 

as you went down, you tilted your head up to look at chad, wanting to see his reaction. looking into his eyes, you noticed that puppy gaze you received earlier was now gone and replaced with a dark, lusted glare. you bounced twice before seductively making your way up to your original height, then turning around, connecting your back to his front. feeling slick, you threw your hand over your shoulder cupping the back of his neck as you started grinding on him.

uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga 

and looked back and told me baby it’s real

you went to lean over, and began to shake your ass from left to right cause your jello to jiggle baby. while you were making it shake like a salt shaker, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at chad, whose eyes were still darkened with arousal, biting his bottom lip as he stood there and caught what you were throwing.

and i say i aint doubt you for a second 

i squeeze it and i can tell how it feel.

chad removed one of his hands from your waist and decided to glide it softly up and down your back before trailing back down to softly grasping you ass. you shivered feeling his fingertips trace down your spine. you placed your hands on your knees, rotating your waist in a circular motion, only to feel a certain bulge pushing back at you, causing you to slow your pace.

i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,

and she bad, so maybe she won't

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right know she will (2x)

while you and chad were wrapped in each other’s presence, forgetting that you were in public. baby the public did not forget about you. all eyes, phones, and flashlight were directed in your direction. neither of yall noticed the screams from frat boys, cheering chad on. the cheers from your best friends, seeing you put in work on the boy they knew was going to ask if he could walk you home. glares from certain boys and girls, wishing that they were in your spot. and last but not least the mix facial expressions coming from core two, anika and ethan.

as the song came to a close, you turned around placing your arms back around chad's neck. once your eyes met, both faces turned into giddy smiles that could put the joker out of commission.

“did i keep up with you?” chad smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. you laughed as you not only pressed your forehead against his, but your body as well making you both become one.

“yes,” you giggled through closed eyes. “yes you did. better than i expected” you teased back. chad smiled before closing his eyes as well, basking in the embrace, hoping that you would like to see him long after the party ends and farther down the line. he felt you move your forehead from his, tucking your head in the warmth of his shoulder. feeling your body deflate with a deep breath, he knew it was now or never seeing as you would probably go home and forget about him.

“hey” you felt chad uttered, his deep voice vibrations rumbling from his body into yours. you hummed as you lifted your head only to see a cute, shy smile gracing his face. the look on his face was too damn cute to not return the smile. “lemme walk you home” he whispered.

and she bad, so maybe she won't

you paused for a second, making chad's heart beat double time. he hoped that he wasn't overstepping. he wasn't looking for a one night stand or anything, he truly just wanted to walk you home and get to know you better. looking into his eyes, you shyly smiled, grabbing his hands, tugging him to the front entrance. you waved to your friend, who was whispering and giggling in your direction. 

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

as you both started making your way to the exit, chad caught his shirt and letterman jacket that anika threw as they were passing by. walking into the dark night, you started shivering due to your outfit. not even a second laters, you felt the warmth and weight of chad's letterman jacket as it was being placed on your shoulders. looking beside, you noticed he put on a shirt and was admiring you in his jacket.

“you know what” chad shared as he took a few steps back. ”this is a good look for you. it's a good thing i'm going to be seeing you around more often” he finishes crossing his arms.

you rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand, walking in the direction of your dorm “boy c’mon.” tugging on his hands. once he was close enough, you threw his arm over your shoulder, as you both walked off into the night.

bonus scene

watching from the corner, mindy, anika, tara, and ethan all expressed mixed emotions.

anika and tara both shared shocked, yet amused smiles on their faces. mindy showcased pure disgust as she watched the pair basically have sex on on the dance floor. ethan, poor ethan, couldn't even watch, his cherry red face pointed in the opposite direction.

“this is disgusting,” mindy sneered, watching the scene on the dancefloor. “we should have gotten him some condoms on the way here.”

“.....she’s gonna eat him alive” tara said as she turned her body towards mindy. “just so you know.” mindy rolled her eyes, pointing a finger towards her mouth, making a gagging noise.

“no seriously,” anika announced, “i was concerned for her, but now i’m concerned for him.” anika finishes with a giggle.

mindy quickly snapped her head in anika's direction. “anika, darling i love you… but dont push it.” her eyes shifted back to you and chad danicing before walking to the kitchen muttering under her breath about how “she was gonna throw up.”

anika watched as mindy rushed off to the kitchen, turning back to the living room seeing you to heading towards the exit. she quickly grabbed chad's shirt and jacket before tossing it in his direction. "one point for anika kayako, the matchmaker." she muttered through a smirk as she watch the pair walk out the door.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed the fic. It’s not my first time writing but it's been a while. I feel like I overdid the plot, but let me know how i did. If you liked my work feel free to send requests and please leave constructive criticism. I do have more chad fics that are in the woodworks. see y'all soon.

[miliawrites]

Gon request a Javier Peña x reader where they’re like married and Javi had a late day and got home late n stuff and reader is all tucked into bed and he just gets real domestic n shit and he tried really hard not to wake her up but she’s already awake and she asks about his day and as he’s telling her he sees that she’s fallen back to sleep

Thx :)

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Pairings: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A/N: Ty for the request! Enjoy! <3

It was around two in the morning when Javi got home from work. Today was draining for him. Him and Steve had a new case coming up and the paperwork and investigations were just exhausting. Javi yawned as he entered the apartment you and him shared. You and him have been married for almost two years but dating for about three years. He took out the key to the front door and quietly opened the door and entered in. He threw his stuff on the floor before going into the kitchen to get a drink. He paused when he say a note on the counter. He took the note that read:

I made your favorite for dinner, it’s in the fridge. Hear it up. I love you mi amor. ~Y\N

Javi smiled at the note but frowned a bit, he felt like a bad husband for always leaving you at home to cook and clean while he’s out busting his ass. You two haven’t really had a proper moment with each other. Javi quickly took a shot of liquor before deciding that he should eat the food you made for him. His heart felt light at the fact that you made food for him even though he’s never properly home with you.

Once Javi finished eating, he entered the bedroom. He stepped in quietly as he admired your sleeping form on his side of the bed. He chuckled through his nose before walking up to you. He kneeled down as he rubbed your back softly before kissing your forehead gently. “I’m home cariño,” he said softly, he stood back up and quickly changed into his sleep wear. As Javi turns to face the drawers, his arm hit a candle that was sitting on the nightstand. The impact caused the candle to fall making a big thud. Javi gritted his teeth as he catched the candle. “Javi?” He heard your groggy voice call his name as he turned to see you lift your head with your eyes squinting at him. “Shit, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep.” Javi went over to you as he repeatedly kissed your head as he rubbed your back to get you to sleep. “It’s okay, I was trying to stay awake for you but clearly that didn’t work.” You chuckled making Javi sigh “Baby, I told you to not wait up for me. You need sleep.” Javi cupped your face as he rubbed a thumb over the apple of your cheek. You took his hand and kissed his palm. “You need sleep too.” Javi sighed knowing that you were right, he let go of your cheek as he went to put on his sleepwear. You watched him as you did, “How was your day?” You asked him through a yawn making him chuckle, “Same old shit. Steve being a pain in the ass like always.” You rolled your eyes before laughing at him, Javi got into bed with you as he pulled you into his chest. “Anything exciting happening?” You asked him once more as you drew shapes on his bare chest, Javi sighed as he also drew shapes on your arm. “Starting a new case. Not that much detail yet, but I’m pretty sure it will be more of a shit show than Escobar. Motherfucker was not giving us a break. I’m pretty sure that this case will— Javi stopped his sentence as he heard you start to snore. He looked down at you in his arms to see you passed out. Javi couldn’t help but laugh, and he shook his head. “Guess I bored you with my job cariño,” He joked before kissing your head a few times, “Sleep tight, mi amor.”

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[miliawrites]

Hello <3 I was wondering if maybe you could write a charles leclerc fic?? Reader could be in charge of social media and fans start to realise that charles flirts with whoever is behind the camera? Sorry if its too vague, but I love your writing and had to send something in

i cheered audibly when i saw this, please let me write more f1 fics

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When you were just getting started with your career, someone once asked you if you’d ever consider running a social media campaign for something cute, like a zoo or rescue company. You answered them with a firm no; everyone knows animals never work on camera the way you want them to, and you didn’t want that sort of stress in your life. 

You think the universe must be laughing at you, because funnily enough, what you’re doing right now is exactly like herding cats, but you don’t even get adorable animals for your troubles. No, the Formula One media circus is a nightmare, but it’s a well televised nightmare, and that means your job as head of social media for the Scuderia Ferrari F1 team entails a great deal more metaphorical manhandling of the drivers than you’d ever envisioned.

It’s not even metaphorical all the time, the manhandling. Sometimes it’s just you sending out a great deal of mass emails when someone says something they probably shouldn’t or the Ferrari TikTok page is going through a content drought, but sometimes it’s more. Sometimes it’s like today, when you’re forcing the two drivers to go through yet another competition so the YouTube channel can get another push of subscribers.

You’ve done a lot of careful research over the months that you’ve been here, all dedicated to finding out just what sells the best, so to speak. As of late, you’ve learned that the viewers at home really like competitions and challenge videos. Apparently seeing two men who are obviously great friends go head to head over something as pointless as music trivia or Ping Pong is the pinnacle of motorsport content.

It’s not like you’re complaining. More views means a better paycheck for you at the end of the year. The fans like what you’re producing, and Ferrari likes the fans. It all works out in the end, and who are you to deny the Tifosi their favorite entertainment?

Of course, if you were to actually tell the two red-suited drivers that you refer to them as content and entertainment in the private recesses of your own mind, they probably wouldn’t be too happy. That’s why you keep that to yourself. Besides, they’re your friends. Charles and Carlos may make a lot of problems in your life, but who doesn’t? You’re not exactly perfect either. 

You don’t have to be perfect, though, you just have to come up with good ideas and let the boys be funny on their own. Charles said he liked that best about you, actually, that you let them do their own thing most of the time. The previous social media managers had tried to get them to fit this specific picture of what a Ferrari driver should be, but you never did that. You just wanted them to be them. 

You’re perfectly willing to brush that off as a compliment to a coworker, though. In truth, you’re working constantly to paint these two in the best possible light. It gets stressful sometimes, constantly wracking your brain to make each video work, each post take off. You are affecting how millions of people see Charles and Carlos. Hell, you’re practically filtering their legacy all by yourself. 

It’s not a task you take lightly, to say the least. Maybe that’s why Ferrari is content to keep you around. This is a job that you’d like to extend as long as you can. Just like Charles has worked with overly pushy social media handlers, you’ve worked with total diva clients. Neither of the Ferrari drivers are like that in the slightest, which you appreciate more than anything. 

That isn’t to say that they only ever make your life easy. Right now, for instance, you’ve been begging them to focus for the better part of ten minutes. It’s like working with elementary schoolers. You put anything in front of them and they’re totally distracted before you’ve so much as told them what they’re supposed to be doing. 

Today’s video of choice is a long-anticipated cooking video. Charles versus Carlos, the drivers have been given a mystery basket of ingredients à la Chopped. They’ll have half an hour to come up with a dish of choice, and if the time crunch weren’t enough to stress them out, you’ll be judging their culinary creations when time is called. It’s the perfect setup for a hit video, so if all goes well, you’ll see this on the trending page soon enough. 

That is, if you manage to survive this encounter long enough to post the results. By the time you manage to wrangle the drivers’ attention back to you, Charles has attempted to learn the contents of the bag through interpretive dance and hand gestures with the cameramen and Carlos has accidentally turned his stove on thrice. The third time the fires clicked on, he almost set a napkin ablaze. Both drivers are red faced from trying not to break into mad laughter again. 

You clap your hands once. “Alright, are we finally ready to get started?”

Carlos nudges Charles in the side. “Look, she’s disappointed in you already and she hasn’t even tasted your cooking. This means I am going to win by a lot.”

Charles scoffs, but you swear his barely suppressed smile drops in a second when Carlos mentions your disappointment. “Y/N would never be disappointed in me,” he protests, “I am her favorite, obviously.”

He turns to you, raising his hands in your direction as if asking you to prove his point. You shake your head. “I don’t have favorites, Charles. That would not promote a fun workplace environment.”

“Of course,” Charles nods sagely. “If you had a favorite, though, it would be me.”

Carlos snickers, and in an effort to keep their focus with you before you lose them again, you clear your throat and read out the rules of the cooking contest. The drivers say their dutiful bits about how they’re each going to win this by a landslide, and then time begins and they’re off to the culinary races. 

The covers on the baskets go flying. Charles holds up each object in turn, announcing them in tones of increasing panic. “Butter. Flour. Eggs. Green olives? Three strawberries? A box of spaghetti? Pepperoni?”

“You forgot the chocolate and red onion,” Carlos points out helpfully. 

Charles tosses his teammate a withering glare, then turns the full force of his vexation back to you. “Y/N, you are trying to kill me.”

“Charles,” you say, “we talked about that.”

Charles’ brow furrows as he tries to remember what you mean. It hits him as last and he groans, slapping a hand to his forehead in mock desolation. You’ve noticed that Charles has been mentioning you by name a lot in videos, leading to general confusion among fans. As you’ve reminded him many times before, you’re not supposed to be the focus, he is, so he needs to stop bringing you up all the time. Viewers don’t care about who’s filming the content, after all, just who’s in front of the camera. It’s a tip handed down directly from your boss to you.

Charles still grins at you even as he continues unpacking his ingredients. “I can’t help it, you know that. You’re too good, I want to mention you all the time.”

You scoff. “Good at what? Keeping you in line?”

“Everything,” he says, and raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

You roll your eyes and tell him to focus, but even this instruction doesn’t last long. Barely five minutes later, Charles is bringing up the fact that he’s going to totally win this thing because cooking is, like, a love language, right? And he’s the best at love, he declares, winking conspicuously in your direction. Carlos launches an oven mitt at his head and mutters something that the microphones don’t pick up, something that conveniently has the same number of syllables as stop flirting. 

Charles is steadily making jokes the entire duration of the video, actually, and usually you wouldn’t mind this but they’re all spoken with the intention of getting you to laugh. Not the camera, as he’s been told to do before. You. 

You do your best to keep it off your mind. Both drivers have gotten better about opening up on camera since they started, and this is probably just Charles trying something new in an effort to improve his on-screen personality. After all, it can be hard to direct all your charisma towards a camera, why not aim all your smiles at the person filming instead?

The contest ends soon enough. You end up awarding Charles with the win, mainly due to the fact that Carlos’ hand accidentally slipped as he was attempting to strain his pasta and he ended up losing all of his spaghetti down the sink. His plate consisted of sauce and decorative strawberry slices, which, although tasty, did not contain several key ingredients and resulted in an automatic disqualification. 

Despite the rather shaky grounds on which his cooking victory stands, from the way Charles is acting, you’d think he’d won the WDC. He’s beaming at you, talking about how he’d called this from the very start and was proud that you liked his stuff the best. He even offers to wash the dishes, which is very un-driverlike. 

The video ends up a success by all accounts. Even days later, it’s still trending in Tifosi circles, and the view counts are way higher than expected. Curious as to why, you decide to do the unthinkable and check the comments section of the cooking video.

What you find is– unexpected, to say the least. Usually, comments on any post, whether it be Instagram, TikTok, or YouTube, will range from fans lamenting race outcomes to people mentioning their favorite driver to random spam accounts offering thousands of dollars to the lucky person to message them first.

On this video, though? Most all of the comments are about you. This makes no sense, because not only were you on camera for about one minute, you didn’t do anything other than give instructions and judge food. Antonio Giovinazzi did the same job on a video last year, and no one cared at all. Antonio’s actually well-known in the world of motorsports, so why is it that you, someone who largely operates behind the scenes, would be the cause of so much fuss?

Curious, you start scrolling in depth, but find yourself more confused with every reply you see.

He’s totally flirting with her, right?

Is anyone else seeing the fact that Charles is freaking out over trying to impress this girl?

His face when she declared him the winner… I can’t even with him!!

Charles trying to protect Y/N by refusing to let Carlos salvage his sink pasta– they’re dating, right???

You find yourself laughing over it. This can’t be real. Surely nobody in the world actually thinks that Charles Leclerc– F1 driver, Ferrari superhero, Il Predestinato and supporter of all Tifosi hopes and dreams, multi-millionaire– would ever have a crush on you. It’s absurd. It’s so absurd that you find yourself racing to the office of another one of your friends in social media to get her opinion on it.

Your friend looks up at you, startled, when you burst into her office. “Has someone died?”

“No,” you gasp out, “worse.”

Her eyebrows raise. “One of the drivers had a scandal? We can fix this. Get me B-roll of them volunteering or something. We can turn this around in no time.”

“No,” you say weakly, “the Internet thinks I’m dating Charles Leclerc.”

Your friend freezes in her seat, finger still hovering over the call icon on Fred Vasseur’s contact in her phone, then slowly sinks back again. “Well, yeah, I can see why.”

You gape at her. “What?”

Your friend spreads her hands. “He follows you around everywhere you go. He’s always asking about you, you know. I kind of thought you two had a thing as well, it’s not just the Tifosi.”

You break out into somewhat crazed laughter. “Charles? You think Charles likes me? No, that’s ridiculous.”

Your friend, however, looks less skeptical of this news. “Is it really? I mean, he spent the entirety of shooting just cracking stupid jokes so he could make you laugh. You should have seen the way he stared at you whenever you so much as smiled. Man was transfixed.”

You shoot her a disbelieving look. “No– transfixed? Are you kidding? He wasn’t transfixed. He wanted to win a contest because he’s a racing driver and they like to be the best at everything. I’ll tell you what it was, he was trying to win me over so I’d decide the competition in favor of his cooking.”

Your friend chuckles. “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

You take a careful seat opposite her desk. “You’d better explain to me what you mean by that right now, or I swear, I’ll make you brainstorm TikTok ideas for the next month.”

Your friend shudders. “Anything but that, please. Those trends are so bad. Anyway, look, Charles has been obsessed with you since, like, the day you joined. I remember introducing you that day, actually, he was practically stammering over his words. Imagine that, someone who’s always so controlled with what he says whenever he talks to the press, and he can’t even say his name properly because a pretty girl is smiling at him.”

This whole situation feels insane. “Maybe you’re remembering it wrong or something. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t like me like that.”

“Wouldn’t he?” Your friend asks slowly, and, well, it makes you think.

It makes you think about all of the videos you’ve shot with him, every discussion after a press conference. How taking candids for the Instagram of Charles always takes ten times longer than it should because he never looks at the camera, only at you. How you greeted him earlier this year at the first race of the season and he said what he missed most of all over winter break was you. How he wasn’t even kidding when he said it, just smiling, smiling like he’d never meant something more in his life.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, “Charles likes me.”

Your friend slaps her hand on the desk, startling you. “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

“What do I do, then?” You ask.

Your friend looks like she’s about to scream. “You tell him how you feel, obviously!”

“I do?” You repeat haltingly.

“You do,” she says, “And he’s right across the hall now. Go talk.”

She all but pushes you out of her office, and then you’re alone in the corridor with Charles, who has just spotted you and is heading your way with the brightest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N!” He says, clearly pleased, “It’s so good to see you. I didn’t think our paths would cross until the next race.”

“Yeah?” You eke out, “Me neither, actually. Strange how things happen like that.”

Strange like friends with overly aggressive relationship advice. You’re certain that if you turned around now, you’d see her peering through the window in her door like some kind of stalker.

Charles nods. “I’m glad to see you, though. Did you notice that the last video did really well? I think that means you have to come around more often. You know, it’s what the fans want.”

“Speaking of the fans,” you say, “I happened to read through the comments and a lot of them seemed to think that you were flirting with me.”

You swear you can see Charles’ confidence fall in a flash. “What?” He protests a little too quickly, “that’s crazy. That’s, uh, really crazy.”

You nod. “That’s what I thought, but, on the off chance that you were flirting, I wouldn’t mind it.”

A small spark of hope forms in his eyes. “You wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t,” you decide at last, “because I like you too. If you like me, that is, and it wasn’t too crazy of me to say that.”

He’s laughing now, and you– well, you really do like him, you do, and something about seeing the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles makes you think at last about how long you have liked him, all the ways you realized you loved him but never admitted it to yourself.

“Alright,” he says, “Maybe it wasn’t too crazy after all.”

A pause, then:  “This does mean that you’ll be coming around more often, right?”

You smile. “Yes, Charles, I think it does.”

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[miliawrites]

Germs -Spencer Reid fic

Spencer Reid x you (gn reader)

Word count: 1,457

Summary: you cancel a date with Spencer because of a cold and he shows up at your doorsteps to take care of you.

Cw: brief description of a cold, if you squint.

Other: not beta-read, written while sick with the flu. Also on Ao3!

Dr. Spencer Reid was getting ready for your date. There was excitement in the air of his apartment at the idea of finally seeing you again after so long. Sure, things between the two of you were fairly at the beginning, but he had a good feeling about this, about you.

He had to cancel twice already because of work, and just couldn't wait to see you. His heart was fluttering in his chest at the idea that, somewhere in your apartment, you were also getting ready for him. The thought made his cheeks flush pink. You were getting all dolled up just for him.

The few dates you manage to have had been simply... wonderful.

So, when he saw your name on his phone screen, he answered the call with a smile: you really missed him, huh?

Said smile, however, fell quickly at the sound of your voice. "Hey, uhm, Spencer..."

Not good. Spencer knew whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.

"Yes?"

"I'm so sorry, I- I can't come tonight" your voice sounded hoarse.

"Are you ok?"

"Sure, uhm, it's just the flu" you sneezed afterwards. "Uhm, sorry again-" before he could say anything, you had already hang up, hiding back in the covers of your bed. Your head was thumping, loud and painful, and you were surrounded by tissues.

You were off in the land of dreams when your doorbell rang. With a groan, you dragged yourself to the door.

Spencer was on the other side, dressed in a fancy suit and with a bag in his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, the light from the corridor almost blinding you: "doctor home visit?" Was all you managed to say, your usual banter cut short and dulled. You took a step back to let him in, suddenly feeling your legs weak.

He immediately reached out, putting one of his arms around your waist to support you as he placed his other wrist over your forehead. "You don't have a fever, that's good." he murmured to himself. You felt yourself melt in his embrace. "Your skin is so warm."

He smiled, slightly embarrassed, and shoot you a confused look. You just nodded to yourself and his hand went to cup your face, tilting it so he could look into your teary eyes.

"When I first saw you, I thought you had to be running cold, you know? But when we held hands you were just- warm." You kept on rambling. He bit down another smile. You were being really cute.

"Men's core body temperature is actually just 0.4 degrees lower than women's. Which is really interesting because, in the middle ages, women were actually thought to be the colder sex. Studies from the time-"

The utterly dazed look you were giving him made him stop his rambling. "Sorry-"

"Sorry, Spencer. I'm really trying to listen but the information is just- scrambling in my brain. Can you tell me another time?" You interrupted him and he felt a thug in his heart. There you were, with an awful cold, and still you were thinking of his feelings. You were just too precious.

"Don't worry" he smiled reassuringly. "Now let's get you to bed, shall we?"

You nodded, ready to take the few steps to get back into the safety of your own bed.

Spencer, however, had other plans: he reached for your legs and got a hold of you, princess style. You shrieked, surprised, and he just chuckled.

Your bed was a biohazard and his laughter died quickly. There were used tissues everywhere, along with opened, abandoned water bottles. Spencer bit the inner side of his cheek. This wouldn't do.

He went back into your living room and placed you on the couch. "Wait a second, okay?" You just nodded, confused, and he disappeared in your bedroom. He re-emerged just to wrap you in a warm blanket and got back to work: he opened the windows to air out your bedroom, took a deep breath and put on his plastic gloves.

Once satisfied with the state of your room, he came back out, closing the door behind him. "I'm just gonna let it air out for a bit" he answered your silent question, taking off his gloves.

You just hummed quietly in response, before sneezing.

He quickly went to you, a worried look on his face. He felt your forehead again, and was once more relieved to notice you had no fever. "Have you taken anything?" He asked as he made his way into your kitchen.

"Aspirin" you murmured, already missing the feeling of skin-on-skin contact.

Spencer started looking for a glass. "I brought orange juice, bottled water and some medicine, but aspirin should do"

He got back to you and, if you hadn't been so out of it, you would've definitely appreciated the sight of Dr. Spencer Reid on his knees in front of you, looking at you like you were the moon and the stars.

He handed you a glass of water and furrowed his eyebrows in apprehension. When you handed it back to him, he looked worried. "Do you want some tea? I can make you tea. You have to stay hydrated. " He asked, wanting to help you in any way he could.

"Yes, thank you, Spencer" you smiled.

By the time he got back with your tea, he had a goofy smile plastered on his face. "I didn't take you as a tea enthusiast"

You scoffed and reached for the mug.

"Chamomile tea?" You asked before taking a sip.

He nodded. "With mint and honey. Are you feeling any better?"

You nursed the mug in your hands, feeling the warmth spread to your hands.

"Yeah"

Truth be told, you felt like your body was boycotting you and your throat hurt and your head was fuzzy. But with him there? Yes, you felt better. It had been a long time since someone nursed you while you were sick. And by God, did it feel nice.

Once finished with the tea, Spencer took you back into his arms and carried you to your bed. You snuggled closer to his chest, feeling the cold air against your skin.

Spencer simply looked at you. "Everything alright?"

"It's cold" you mumbled.

He placed you in your bed and felt your forehead for a fever. "Honey, it's May."

The nickname made your heart jump. Spencer closed the windows and wrapped you in another blanket. "Get some rest, okay? I'll be in your living room if you need me".

He put a couple of water bottles on your nightstand and left, closing the door after him.

It wasn't until about thirty minutes later, as he was sanitising your living room, that he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom. "Everything ok?"

You just mumbled a response, the sound muffled by the door.

Inside the bathroom, you were having a small crisis. Your face in the mirror was worse than you had imagined. In your clouded mind, you thought that, apart from a slightly red nose, nothing else had changed. Nothing else should've changed.

Instead, your reflection almost felt like a mockery: you had deep, purple eyebags; your nose was more than "just a little red"; and your eyes, oh your eyes... teary, barely opened, still overly-sensitive to the bathroom light. You tried to make yourself look more presentable, but your reflection stayed that of a sickly, flu-infected individual. You bit your lips.

"Honey? Everything alright?" Spencer’s voice brought you back to the present.

"I look awful" you whined -only to internally cringe at yourself- "you didn't tell me I look this bad"

Spencer let out a muffled sigh. You were ok, that was what mattered most. "Honey-" he stopped, just now realising he had been calling you by the nickname he was using for you in his head. He blushed.

You couldn't see that spectacle, because your bathroom door was still closed. You sat on the floor with your back against it.

"Spencer, go away. I'll be fine. Don't come back until you've forgotten how I look today, please" you felt yourself cringe at your own words, but hey! You were sick, right? That had to excuse at least some unusual behaviour.

"Honey?" Your heart jumped at the nickname. "Don't you think that's a little unfair considering I have an eidietic memory?"

You sighed, got up and opened the door. In front of you, an impossibly handsome looking Spencer was giving you a small smile.

"First of all, I think you look very cute. Secondly, I like you, no matter how you look, okay?" He opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug.

"You'll get sick" you mubled, as he held you. "Worth it."

[miliawrites]

— smoke some, drink some, pop one

pairing: vada cavell x fem!reader

warnings: smut, drug use, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, slight roughness, unnecessary euphoria references

summary: you smoke dope. vada admits she has never eaten a girl out before. a practical demonstration ensues

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this was written under the influence of a travis scott song. expect anything. enjoy

You stare at the clock hanging above the blackboard anxiously, kicking your leg under the desk. The last few minutes of the last period always seem to stretch miles into infinity, and your patience is barely as flexible. The voice of the teacher has long since become background noise, the talk of equations and trigonometry and the finals week and how unprepared you were for it the last thing on your mind.

You pick your phone up for the millionth time to look at the messages still hanging and marked as unseen on your screen, eyes focusing on Vada’s name followed by an emoji of a puppy and a black heart.

‘got us enough to roll one’

‘just one tho’

‘don’t wanna end up like last time’

You chuckle quietly – the sweet memories of you and Vada skinny dipping in a pond at night and then showing up half-naked at Nick’s door are definitely the ones you treasure most, even though you can barely piece them together.

You look out the window, lost in thought. Your teacher asks you a question – and then you're saved by the sound of the bell ringing across the building.

As soon as you hear it you’re up and all but bolting out the door, muttering a quick ‘bye’ to the teacher to maintain your good girl image that, to be honest, has been hanging by a thread ever since the day you started dating Vada.

Not that you really care about their opinion. You just don’t want the principal to call your mother again.

You speed walk through the corridor, try to remember which floor was Vada’s class on, before you’re stopped by a pair of hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey there pretty girl.”

You squeal in surprise, turning around in your girlfriend’s arms. She’s grinning at you annoyingly, the little shit, but the small dimple on her right cheek makes it impossible to be mad at her.

“Fuck, Vada,” you huff, pinching her shoulder half-heartedly, “I’ve got a weak heart, remember?

She shrugs, leans in to kiss your pout away.

“Sorry. I got out early. Wanted to wait for you since apparently someone's not interested in answering any of my texts anymore.”

You kiss her back, smiling apologetically, “I was too excited to see you, I guess.”

The brunette hums, lacing her fingers with yours, “Where to then?”

You think about inviting her over to your place – it’s closer to school, and your mom is working till late evening, but the rationality clicks quicker. Your mom also happens to work as the district attorney of the town – you’re pretty damn sure she knows what pot smells like, and would be able to smell it hours after you and Vada have fucked beyond the common sense of ventilating the house.

So you do the next best thing, one that won’t get either of you in trouble – you hotbox in your girlfriend’s car. You realize it might soon become the best thing, because it hits so much better.

Vada gets greedy with the joint a few times – you have to remind her it’s puff puff pass, not puff puff kiss your girlfriend so she lets her guard down then puff again.

In a few minutes you’re in her lap and making out with her like it’s your last day on Earth, the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths when you accidentally press the horn with your butt a few times, the honking sound mixing with your laughter.

You can barely make Vada’s face out by the time the last of the joint fizzles out and starts to burn your fingertips, the smoke filling the car up to the brim, but her eyes stand out amidst the choking whiteness, her pupils almost heart-shaped as she watches you with a dopey grin.

When you open the door the smoke drifts up the sky in big clouds, and breathing clear oxygen almost feels weird.

You’re still giggling slightly as Vada fumbles with her pockets to find her keys, your soft lips pressing to the side of her neck in sweet pecks making the process of finding them unnecessarily hard.

She shushes you when you finally step inside, listening for any sounds, before closing the door behind you. As soon as you realize you’re alone in the house, you press your lips against Vada’s impatiently.

“Don’t forget– your shoes,” Vada manages between the kisses, shivering as you slide your hands under her oversized shirt, “I’m serious, you horndog. Mom hates it when the floors are dirty.”

You groan into her lips, pulling away to untie your Jordans, shaking on your unstable legs slightly, and make your way up the stairs into her room. Vada opens the window to let the fresh spring air sweep through the room, hoping it’ll be enough to help the smell of weed wear off your clothes and hair.

“Wanna watch a show?” She asks, gesturing to her laptop as you sit on her bed, crossing your legs.

“Mhm. You’re thinking Euphoria, aren’t you?” You snort, watching as your girlfriend slides next to you, “Because I think we’re pretty much in one.”

“So, like,” Vada trails off, her hands coming to rest on your hips in what she thinks is a subtle movement, “Would that make me Rue, then?”

She plays with a string on your pants, feeling almost embarassed about the corny things she's saying.

“And you – Jules?”

You hum, tilting your head with a coy grin, try and mull her innuendo over in your baked out mind. The comparison does seem familiar – especially with Vada’s puppy love towards you.

“Well, I liked their duo in the first season but... weren’t they, like... extremely toxic later on?”

Vada finally pulls in you to sit on her lap, your thighs bracketing hers, and it’s such close proximity you can count all the pretty freckles scattered across her face. You’d probably get lost at fifty, way too high for mathematics of any kind, even if it’s this romantic.

“You’re right. Fuck Euphoria,” she whispers, her gaze sliding to your lips, and you don’t waste any more time to press your lips to hers.

Kissing Vada has always been something to look forward to – warm and pleasant, makes your stomach flip when she’d bite your bottom lip and lick at your teeth. Kissing Vada whilst being slightly high is an out of this world feeling. Her nose presses into your cheek, and your palms slide to the back of her neck, fingers twirling her silky brown tresses idly.

You pull away for air, and it gets stuck in your throat as the brunette presses a kiss behind your ear, trailing the butterfly smooches down to your pulse point. Her hands are kept busy under your shirt, fingertips tracing up your stomach to your ribs.

“How many times have you ever been eaten out?”

A sudden but... not at all unwelcome question. You lean back on your hands, humming when her plush lips rest against your collarbone, and purse your lips in thought.

“Mm... once or twice. I don’t really keep any notches on my belt, y’know?”

Her hands tighten around your hips, and you chuckle.

“Drinking vinegar, are you now? Don’t worry. You have an opportunity to top them all.”

Vada averts her gaze suddenly. You frown, lean in to cup her face gently.

“What’s wrong?”

The brunette rubs her thumbs over your clothed thighs, then looks back up at you, a small frown on her face.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never... fucked anyone?” You're sure that's a lie – she's fucked you before.

“I’ve never given a girl head.”

You hum, reaching to hold her slightly shaky hands, slowly inching them closer to the waistband of your sweatpants, “I can teach you,” you suggest, biting your lip, “Show you what I like. That cool?”

Vada looks almost mesmerized. She nods, her gaze fixed on your pants, and you giggle as she tugs them down your legs, prompting you to slide off her lap to let her do so, the cool outside breeze hitting your warm skin and rising goosebumps in its wake.

“I listened to a podcast the other day,” she begins, “About cunnilingus. The host said the best advice she’s ever gotten was to google wielding techniques.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, “Huh?”

Vada reaches for her phone on the bedside table, quickly unlocking it and typing something in the search bar. She selects a random picture and shows you the screen.

There are indeed blueprints of what looks like wielding seams, going from bottom to the top. The arrows are forming different patterns – there are zig-zags, crescents, a circular seam and a ‘figure 8’ seam...

For all the ridiculousness, they do seem... practical.

You smile and grab the phone, turning it off and tossing it somewhere back on the bed.

Of course she would do that – research stuff. It’s so fucking endearing it prompts you to wrap your hands around her neck and press a kiss to her cheek.

“Why not stick to the usual alphabet thing, hm?” You offer, “I can tell which letter I’d love the most.”

You lean in to whisper into her ear huskily, “It’s ‘V’.”

Vada shudders, making you smile. Then her hands grasp at your hips, tugging you closer, and your breath hitches at her sudden assertiveness.

The brunette bends her knees so that she’s level with your center and parts your legs slowly. You curse under your breath – you’re pretty much drenched right through your panties, and if Vada was just slightly more sober, she’d probably tease you about it, too. You’re glad she isn’t.

She leans in closer instead, tongue lolling out and pressing against your clothed cunt, licking a stripe up the smeared wetness there. Her fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear, and you tilt your hips up a bit to help her take it off, the movement causing your heat to press further into her mouth, making you whine.

Your panties are off, and so is Vada’s tongue.

She stares long enough for you to feel a bit conscious about yourself, and you move to close your legs on instinct, but her hands keep them apart. She hooks your ankles over her shoulders, shoots you a warning look. Her dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. The shyness and uncertainty is gone like it wasn’t even there.

You’re not sure if it’s weed, or if you’re being tricked, but this version of Vada is... new. Extremely hot, too.

She lowers herself so that she’s inches away from your pussy, her warm breath fanning your swollen clit – you're so strung up that you’re starting to feel a second heartbeat in between your legs. Vada looks up at you again, making sure you’re watching her as she flattens her tongue along your slit, collecting all the warm slick that leaked out from the moment she had you on her lap. She lets out a satisfied groan, and you sigh, hips buckling to meet her.

Despite all your confidence, you feel yourself crumble at the first touch of your girlfriend’s mouth on you – you’ve always preferred this over any kind of penetration, and Vada’s eagerness to please you doesn’t help.

She withdraws for a moment, and you find yourself missing her immediately.

“Is this okay?” She asks, palms caressing your thighs to soothe you.

“Don’t make me beg.” You breathe with a chuckle.

She laps at your folds, groaning at the saccharine warmth of your arousal coating her tongue – then leans back again, and you’re almost whining before she reaches her thumb to rub at your swollen clit, her breathing heavy as she watches you gush around nothing.

“Baby.” You whine pathetically, your knees coming together to try and push her face into you.

Vada doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, her digit circling your sensitive spot, never taking her eyes away, “Hm?”

“Please,” you murmur, voice stifled by the hot arousal burning in your veins, “Want your mouth, baby. Want to cum on your tongue, please.”

The brunette digs her fingers into the soft flesh of your hips before wrapping her plump lips around your clit, gently sucking, and your thighs tighten around her head at the sudden overwhelmingly good feeling coursing through your body. You almost can’t believe how good it feels – how good Vada is, almost naturally talented at making your toes curl as she mouths at your dripping pussy, keeping a burning grip on your quivering legs. The immense amount of pleasure is so sudden you’re practically sobbing her name, your stomach tensing and hips bucking with each calculated flick of the girl’s tongue. The sheets under you are considerably darker than the rest, a pool of your cum along with the brunette’s spit dampening the area.

You’ve heard that drugs can expand your consciousness, but to such a degree that has you seeing stars as Vada eats you out like it’s her second nature...

Her tongue slips between your walls suddenly, causing you to arch your back into the air, hips rolling into her face. Her tongue continues to lap confidently, going in circles around your entrance. A shaky sigh leaves your lungs, and you have to clench your eyes shut.

“Vada, oh my god,” you breathe shakily, your voice tight and high, feeling you stomach coil, “I'm gonna cum– Fuck, fuck, Vada."

Her lips find your clit again, and that’s what sends you over the edge, your thighs clasping around her head so tight she swears her ears start to ring.

You shiver as the brunette drinks you up hungrily, your legs easing their hold on her, chest heaving with shuddering gasps.

“Oh, Vada. Fuck,” you mutter, resting your forearm over your eyes as you try to calm your speeding heart, “That was so... so good, baby. I think you lied to me. Either that, or you’re... a natural.” You chuckle breathlessly, raising a shaky hand to swipe some stray hairs from your forehead.

Your legs move to unhook themselves from the girl’s shoulders, taking pity on her most likely strained muscles, but Vada’s grip turns bruising on your legs. You’re pushed back further into the pillows suddenly, and before you can let out a single peep in alarm, she’s on you again.

Her hands reach to grasp under your knees, bending your legs up, your pussy spread open for her. She doesn’t relent — her hands hold your thighs as she all but buries her face in your heat, the movements of her tongue harsh. Fast. Merciless.

The sudden aggressiveness makes you let out a broken moan, your hands darting to tread through Vada’s hair, wanting her closer but away at the same time, the painful pleasure too much for your scrambled mush of a brain to handle.

“Oh my god, Vada!”

She leans away for a moment to trace two separate stripes from your entrance up to your clit with the tip of her tongue, and you whine, your foggy mind realizing that she has actually just done the letter thing, before she’s back on you like a hungry beast, jaw hanging open to wrap her mouth around your seizing cunt with an obscene slurping sound.

Your back arches as you cum harder than before, throwing your head back against bed and squeezing your eyes shut, your girlfriend’s name tumbling out of your mouth in an almost pornographic moan. You whine as Vada laps at your center with purpose, licking you clean, before pulling away mercifully.

There’s a cocky wolfish grin on the brunette’s face as she watches you open your eyes slowly, trying to compose yourself.

“How was that for a notch on your belt, hm?”

Shit. If you didn’t just experience the most intense orgasm in your life, you’d scoff at the smugness of her tone.

“I’m gonna be honest... I wasn’t sure I’d be into... that,” you say shakily, “But I guess I am now. Jesus Christ, Vada.”

“Just Vada is fine.” She gently caresses your hips, leans down to kiss your jaw lovingly, “Now...”

Her fingers lift the hem of your shirt up to your chest, blunt nails grazing the flesh under your breasts – she watches them rise and fall with your unsteady breaths.

“How about I salt the earth behind me so that no one ever stands a chance of owning you the way I do?”

[miliawrites]

Captive to Crosswords.

Spencer’s got you tied to a chair, but he’s more interested in finishing his crossword puzzle than finishing you.

Warnings: Dom Spencer, mean-ish Spencer, vibrator, ropes, multiple orgasms, begging, nicknames. 

WC: 2.2K

Torture, that's what it was. Spencer had you bound to a chair in his bedroom with your favorite vibrator tied right up against your trembling body. And there he was, leisurely sat in a comfy armchair across the room from you. You looked at him with pleading eyes, but he was far more interested in the crossword puzzle the newspaper offered in front of him.

"S-Spence, please.." 

Your boyfriend spared only a single glance at you, then he continued to look at the crossword. He looks as though he does not even hear you.

You huff in protest as you watch him raise his mug to his mouth to take a sip of coffee, as he pretended you didn't even exist. You were squirming in the ropes he had tied you with, and the insistent buzzing of the toy against your weeping cunt and sensitive clit was doing nothing to help you calm down. Your eyes were silently begging for him to look at you, and do something, anything, to you.

Spencer sets down his mug of coffee, looking at you with disapproving eyes as he picks up a pen from the table next to him. As he looks back at the paper, his tone is low and scolding.

"You need to learn patience, babe." 

You shake your head and throw it back against the chair with a cry. 

"S-Sir.. please. I-I'm sorry.”

You knew you had been bad, he was working on a file and you were getting far too needy for him, and couldn't wait five minutes for him to finish. Now, this was your punishment.

He doesn’t crack under your pleads like he usually does, instead, he just gives you a stern look, then puts on the cold, unforgiving face of authority. 

"I told you to be patient, and I mean it. Now stop struggling. You are being punished. Think of this as training, and your patience will improve for the future, okay?"

Curse how absolutely beautiful he always sounded, even when he was scolding and punishing you like this, it almost made it difficult for you to be upset at him. With a nod, you let out a squeak of a moan at the vibrations on the toy suddenly picking up, and your eyes roll into their sockets at the feeling. 

You try to close your legs to try and find some relief from the stimulation, but it proves ineffective quite quickly. He’s got your ankles bound to the legs of the chair, and your arms tied behind your back. 

So here you are, all spread out for him, and he’s not even looking at you. You felt vulnerable, and used, for someone who looked like they’d rather be somewhere else. He looked like he was simply doing a job that he’d prefer doing anything else over. 

The man looks up, takes another sip of coffee, and gives you an uninterested look. There are no warm feelings from that gaze; rather, it is as though you are an object to him. He is treating you as a thing to be controlled, an inferior to be ruled over and dominated.

He looks at you with pure authority, with the face and words of an owner speaking to his pet and punishing them for misbehaving. He lets out a brief, cold laugh at the reaction he causes in you.

“Could you keep it down? Trying to focus.” 

Is all he grants you, and it makes you want to scream. Being tied up was punishment enough, but to be deprived of the way he always took such good care of you and treated you like a princess, was another step too far. 

Your mouth goes dry as you swallow back a moan, wanting to be good for him in hopes he’d reward you for good behavior. The hum of the vibrator and the rustling of his newspaper were the only audible noises, just the way he wanted it. 

He notices the way your body reacts to his lack of anything, and smirks. He’s pleased to see you squirming, pleading, and in need of something you surely won’t be getting anytime soon. He enjoys the power he has over you, and decides to push it a little farther.

Spencer readjusts the newspaper in his hands and looks past the paper to glance at you, having to hide the smirk that threatens to creep onto his face when he sees your eyes squeezed shut and your lip being bit into oblivion in an attempt to be quiet. 

“What’s a six letter word for ‘the hole on a shoe in which laces are threaded through’? You know that one, baby?” 

He nonchalantly asked you, before looking back at the puzzle and lifting his mug to his lips. You know better than to actually answer him, he’s just teasing you, because he knows good and well if you tried to speak now, nothing but a broken moan would come out.

Your boyfriend takes a small sip of his sweet coffee, and after a few beats, he makes a noise of realization and sets down the cup to pick up his pen again. 

“Ah, the eyelet.. Good job, babe..” 

The cocky and condescending tone in his voice made you want to break free from your binds and punch him, but after a few rolls of your wrists, you knew you were stuck for good. You pouted and grinded shallowly against the toy between your thighs. You could feel how sticky your thighs were, and you could feel the damp arousal pooling underneath you. The feeling of your slick against the wood and your bare skin made you cringe in disgust. 

"S-Sir... Please, I'll do anything- fuck.. please just touch me. I'm sorry.."

You all but cried and begged for mercy, trying to appeal to anything inside of him that you knew had a soft spot for you. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes and you attempted to free yourself. 

“Well, baby.. I don’t think you deserve it.” 

Was all he said, putting it as simply as he saw it. When pen met paper, that was all that mattered to him in that moment.

Spencer ignored, or at least tried to ignore, the frantic buzzing that rang through the room. He knew if he thought about it for too long, about how it was pressed right up against that soaked pussy of yours, pressing so deliciously into that sensitive little bundle he always loved sucking on, he’d go crazy and break his act all too soon.  

"Please, sir.. What do you want me to do? I'll do it, I promise.. I know you want to touch me, so please.."

Your bare body shook in the plush ropes as it dug into your skin, and hot tears fell down your cheeks and dripped onto your chest.

His hazel eyes meet your teary ones, and continues to look at you with that disappointed, uninterested look that shows no signs of softening. He pauses for a moment, his gaze remaining fixed on your teary face, before finally speaking again. 

"That would be rewarding your disobedience."

You sink into yourself. That was not the answer you were hoping for.

“And best said by Mark Steyn, ‘The most basic of conservative principles, is that if you reward bad behavior, you get more of it.’” 

You wanted so badly to roll your eyes, and you could’ve, it wasn’t like he was looking at you anyways to reprimand you for it. But you don’t have time to linger on the thought any longer, because the pestering vibrations against you suddenly increase in speed, and your mouth drops open in a cry of pleasure. 

Spencer looks at your mouth as it drops open, and there’s an enjoyment there in his eyes. In spite of his appearance of coldness and stern authority, there’s a sick enjoyment in him as you squirm, and that look of amusement gets even darker when he hears your cries.

He sighs deeply at the sound, as if he is struggling to control himself, and even through his crossed legs, you can tell his pants are getting tighter by the minute. You wish it was his thick cock between your thighs, not this stupid toy.

You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, and it makes you a blubbering mess as you try to tell him. You didn’t want the vibrator to make you cum, you wanted it to be him. You wanted nothing more than to have him buried so deep inside of you, you wouldn’t know where his body began and yours ended. 

“Cry all you want, my love. You’re not getting what you want just because you’re pouting.” 

The mug on the table was lifted in his fingers, and god did you want them stuffed inside your drenched hole right about now. He’d pump them in and out of you so roughly you’d wonder how the skin of your pussy wasn’t entirely rubbed raw, and just imagining the wet noises you’d make every time he spread around the desperate arousal that was leaking out of you made you clench around nothing.

He lowered the cup back down and ruffled the papers in his hand, biting his lip in concentration. 

“Maybe when I finish this..” 

The truth was, he finished the puzzle over five minutes ago, he was just distracting himself with it in an attempt to keep himself from ripping your sweat slicked body out of those ropes and absolutely ruining you. 

But just hearing that he’d maybe spare you from being here for hours—with your body soaked with sweat, tears, and your own release—made you moan with excitement. 

“Y-Yes.. Yes sir, please.. I promise I’ll be good for you.. So good..” 

You threw your head back and desperately tried to squeeze your legs shut as your orgasm wracked through your shaking frame, you cant your hips forward to shove your clit even closer to the toy, despite how sensitive you were. The feeling made your body spasm, and your thighs quiver with need. 

“F-Fu— Oh my g-” 

As your body shakes and your cunt contracts around air, you can feel yourself gushing out around the toy, and under your ass and thighs. 

A sick smile crept onto his face from behind the paper simply hearing how you couldn’t even form full sentences. He wanted nothing more than to rip the paper to shreds and look at you, but you needed to learn your lesson, but, if anything, this was more of a punishment to him, than to you. 

He loved taking care of you, treating you like royalty, and bringing you to release as many times as you wanted, but now, he had a job to carry out. 

After he heard the effects of your orgasm subside, he lowered the paper in his lap with an unamused look on his face, and with blissed out eyes and spit slicked lips, your gaze met his. 

It took everything in him to not let his eyes wander to your flooded hole, because he knows he’d most definitely cum in his pants if he just saw the puddle that had formed underneath you. He wouldn’t be able to resist going over to you and licking you clean, and show you how much better of a job he can do than that toy. 

So instead, he purses his lips and sighs. 

“You done?”

Panic filled your senses at his dry tone and cold stare, you really thought you had him. The buzzing against you doesn’t stop, and it only adds to the dread that's taken over you now. Behind you, you try your hardest to break free from the ties, but you know it’s hopeless. 

You look up at him with teary eyes and stained cheeks, and feel the overstimulation already setting in. With a whimper, your neck cranes back towards the ceiling, begging for whatever force around the two of you to convince him to let you go and take care of you the way you needed. 

But he was right, rewarding your disobedience would do nothing but reinforce your bad behavior. There were plenty of other ways though, to punish you. You had been hoping he’d throw you over his lap and spank you until the color of the bruises became your new skin tone, but that’d be wishful thinking.

Now, you could only tremble in anticipation and fear as he dropped the newspaper on the armchair, and stood up, picking up his coffee cup and leaving the room.        

“S-Sir..” 

Was all you were able to cry out. You tried moving your body away from the vibrator, to no avail. The stimulation was getting too much, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take. 

His plan was quite simple, have that pathetic little toy bring you to the edge another 4 times, then fuck you until you’re nothing but a ragdoll for his personal pleasure. By that point, you’d have been sobbing, desperately clawing at his back and begging that you can’t possibly give him another, but he knew you, and you’d do anything for him. 

[miliawrites]

Ethan is trying to do work and the reader distracts him which turns into more. Just Ethan being flustered and trying to focus while reader teases him. 🤗

I've done a version of this with Mindy

Warnings: nudity, teasing

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’Did you see my green highlighter?’’

‘’No. I have a blue one, here.’’ You fished it from your pencil case, but Ethan didn’t take it.

‘’I can’t use blue.’’

‘’I have pink, yellow and orange if you prefer—’’

‘’No. That’s not what I meant. I have a color code. Green is for the things I understand, blue is for what I don’t understand and the glittery gel pen is for underlining things that I think are gonna be in the exams.’’

Fondness filled your stomach. He was so precious and nerdy at the same time. You reached across the bed to grab the collar of Ethan's henley and kissed him sweetly.

‘’Eh…what was that for?’’ Ethan asked, a little dumbfounded. ‘’I love your kisses, it’s just that we really need to study—’’

‘’You are such a nerd.’’ You kissed him again, lingering your lips on his. ‘’But I love you.’’

Ethan’s cheeks flushed the cutest shade of pink. ‘’I love you too.’’

You went back to studying, reading pages of textbooks until your eyes burned. Why was there so much to read in econ? Maybe you should switch majors?

‘’Have you read the chapter about taxation?’’ Ethan asked, a pen in one hand and a highlighter in the other. ‘’My mind is literally going to explode from the amount of information.’’ His eyes were fixated on his textbook, concentrated on what he was reading.

A breath of air left your lips. ‘’I have not. Sorry.’’ You ran a hand through your hair, flicking through pages with your other. ‘’I’m like…two chapters behind.’’

Ethan snapped his head up. ‘’Two?! What have you been doing all this time? Mrs. Coleman is gonna question us about these chapters next lesson.’’

He was right, but you had been studying for over three hours and nothing was sticking to your brain anymore. Your learning batteries were full for today. Maybe you’ll bring your textbook to your shift at the campus library tomorrow. Thursday afternoons are always quiet.

Before you, Ethan had returned to his reading, pen cap between his teeth while he was underlining long paragraphs. Sometimes, you wished he wasn’t so serious during study dates. School was important, but it doesn’t mean you can’t take a few makeout breaks.

You tried getting back to reading, but the words were not sticking. So you threw a paperclip at Ethan. It hit his chest and you grinned amusedly.

‘’Hey! Stop throwing shit at me,’’ he scolded, throwing it back at you.

‘’Let’s take a break.’’

Ethan shook his head. ‘’Can’t. I have another chapter to read and then I’m meeting with a study group.’’ He checked the time on his phone, making sure he wouldn’t be late.

A study group? You thought you were going out for late dinner at the café right outside campus. They have this new breakfast all day menu and you couldn’t wait to have waffles for dinner.

You pouted in disappointment. Guess there won’t be any waffles tonight…

‘’Can we at least cuddle before you go?’’ you asked, impatient to wrap your whole body around Ethan like a koala and kiss his face while he holds you back with his strong arms.

Your question was left pending and you were tempted to chuck a pillow at the curly haired nerd before you — but you didn’t. Instead, you took advantage of focused attention and removed your shirt and bra without him noticing. You felt a shiver up your spine when the cool air of Ethan's dorm hit your warm skin, causing your nipples to peak.

Ethan was addicted to your tits. Maybe he’ll put down his textbooks for a few minutes.

‘’This part is really important. Do you think we should make flashca—’’ Ethan cut himself and you heard him make a little noise, his bambi eyes falling on your breasts exposed right before him. The pen he was holding fell from his grasp and you smirked.

You felt the weight of Ethan’s eyes on you, all the information he just read suddenly swept away. ‘’What is it you were saying?’’ You let your hand crawl up his jeans-covered thighs and a swallow bobbed its way over his adam's apple when you almost reached his crotch. ‘’Cat’s got your tongue, love?’’

Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but your hand was getting higher and higher. A whimper slipped from his lip when you reached your desired spot, feeling him growing stiff beneath your palm. It’s so good to tease him.

He reached for your breasts, his palms enclosed over them, kneading into them as his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

You sighed in pleasure, grazing your fingers along Ethan’s jaw. ‘’How many chapter do you have left again?’’ 

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[miliawrites]

Redemption (S.R.)

Summary: When Spencer risks his life on a case and doesn’t want to see how dangerous it was, reader tries to talk some sense into him. It results in a lot of yelling and some other things.

A/N: So….. smutty angst, as promised <3 I hurt myself while writing this. Enjoy.

Content Warning: Smut (18+), very very mildly dubious consent, a bit of dark Spencer but he’s just traumatized, angst, sad, dominant Spencer, kinda sub reader

Word Count: 4,1k

I was pissed. Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to describe the rage I felt at that moment. 

We were currently in Florida, hunting another psychopathic bastard as always. Everything was fine and under control, up until the moment Dr. Spencer fucking Reid decided it would be a good idea to drive to the unsubs location alone because he was “closest to him” and because we “didn’t have time” and nearly got himself killed in the process. Luke and I had arrived just in time to prevent disaster, but Spencer still got a few bruises on his face. 

I was furious and let him feel it by yelling at him while he was getting checked out in the ambulance. But like always, my yelling resulted in his yelling. We went at it for a couple of minutes but Emily put a stop to it before it got really bad, concerned about the reporters at the scene who already started to take a few pictures of us.

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We didn’t talk or look at each other for the rest of the case. Emily let Spencer get away with it because everything turned out fine, but I was not feeling gracious. 

When Garcia informed us that there was a storm that would delay our flight for the next couple of hours, Emily decided that we should just spend another night in the city and fly back in the morning. We all drove back to the hotel and when we arrived, I was on Spencer’s heels all the way from the car to his room. He didn’t even try to stop me, he knew there was no point to it.

“That was so fucking irresponsible, Spencer! What were you thinking”, I started to yell as soon as I had closed the door behind me. I wanted to say “stupid” instead of “irresponsible” but decided against it. I wanted him to understand that he can’t do shit like this, and not insult him.

“It worked out fine, y/n. I don’t understand why you’re getting yourself worked up over this!” He rubbed his hand over the side of his face, clearly done listening to me.

“It only worked out fine because Luke broke like every rule you can break in traffic to get to the scene as fast as possible!”

“Oh right, Luke, my hero. I should go thank him, don’t you think?” he chuckled humorlessly and rolled his eyes.

“Maybe! He’s the reason you’re not dead.” I tried lowering my voice. This wasn’t our first fight, and I have learned in the past that screaming won’t help.

“I would have been fine! I had it under control, y/n. God, just leave me alone”, he spat and I felt a stabbing in my chest at the way he didn’t want to see how much danger he put himself in.

This wasn’t the first time he risked his life like that and I hated it. All of us hated it. Spencer seemed drawn to dangerous situations, it had been that way when I joined the team and from stories the others told me, it had been this way before that.

When I met Spencer, he was freshly out of Prison. They hired me together with Matt after Agent Walker died. The first time I saw him, I knew I had to befriend him. What I didn’t know was how easy it would be and how much easier it would be to fall in love with him. 

I tried to push it down, to get rid of it, scared that it would ruin everything, but there was no way of falling out of love with him, which made the situation even harder. Spencer didn’t seem to realize how much he hurt me whenever he risked his life like this. I wasn’t even sure he realized how much I cared about him. 

“I’m not going to leave until you admit that you were wrong.” 

“Well, this is going to be a long night then, because that’s never gonna happen.” He turned and walked away from me, removing his suit jacket and draping it over one of the chairs in his room. I sighed.

“Spencer, you need to stop risking your life like this. You’re gonna get yourself killed”, I pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided my eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you and especially not like that.”

“The day will come when you and the rest of the team realize that this is exactly the way it is supposed to end for me. Dying in the field would be an honorable death. It’s the only redemption I will ever get.” 

“What?”, I breathed and my heart stopped for a moment, “What do you mean, Spencer?”

“I meant what I said.” 

“Redemption? What redemption, Spence? You don’t need any, you haven’t done anything wrong.” I was confused and hurt by the way he said it. It sounded almost suicidal. 

“Yes, I have. I have done horrible things in my life, y/n. I will never be able to make up for them.” 

“You don’t have to! Everyone makes mistakes. You are a good person Spencer. You’re kind and gentle, you saved hundreds of lives in your career, you don’t need to make up for anything.” I tried to get through to him, but it was like I was hitting a wall.

“Prison changed me, it turned me into a different man. I’m not nearly as gentle or kind as I used to be.”

“I don’t know you any other way. I almost can’t imagine you being even more gentle than you are now. I don’t think anyone can be.”

“I was though”, he countered almost immediately, still unable to look at me, “I think you would have liked the man I was. He was gentler, kinder, and more deserving of you than I could ever be now.” He didn’t even sound sad when he said it, almost like he had accepted his truth from the moment he met me. 

“You know, you talk about yourself like you are the worst man in the world”, I said in an accusatory tone.

“Am I not?”, Spencer scoffed, raising his voice slightly while going on, “We hunt terrible men every day but in the end, how different am I from them? What makes me a good man and them a bad one, y/n?” He was almost yelling now, stunning me for a moment too long. When I didn’t reply, he turned to finally look at me. “Tell me y/n, what is it about me that convinces you I’m not every bit as bad as them?” The desperate look on his face made me take a step toward him but for every step I took, he stepped two back.

“Spencer, I-” My voice faltered and I didn’t know what to say. I knew he wasn’t anything like them but I wasn’t able to find any words that would convince him. When my mouth stayed open but no words left it, he took my silence as an invitation to go on.

“I almost killed Cat Adams, did JJ ever tell you that?” He spat, walking over to me and pushing me back until I hit the wall. 

“I put my hands around her throat and choked her until she was clawing at my wrists. And I didn’t stop then”, he moved even closer to me and I was unable to move away, the words leaving his mouth freezing me into place, “I told her that I was going to kill her and I meant it. I would have strangled her if JJ hadn’t pulled me off her.” He moved even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Her eyes were filled with fear, and you know what? I enjoyed it, y/n. I loved the way I scared her, the way she struggled for her life against me.”

He leaned in and I felt his breath ghost over my ear when he said the last words of his cruel monologue. “So tell me, y/n. Tell me how different I am from those men.”

He stayed where he was, his hands at his side and his mouth grazing my ear. He was trying to intimidate me with his speech and to be honest, he would have convinced me if it hadn’t been for the way his nose brushed against my hair, inhaling my scent like he was convinced this was the last chance he ever had to commit it to memory. 

“You can’t scare me with your words, Spencer. If you want me to believe how terrible of a person you are, you’re gonna have to show me because I will never believe it otherwise.” He probably calculated every possible outcome of this situation, but when he pulled back to look at me, I knew that he didn’t expect me to respond like this.

“Cat Adams is a monster who had you tortured and assaulted. She kidnapped your mother. Do you really expect me to feel bad for her? I never even met her. If you want to scare me away, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” 

There was a long moment of silence where we just watched each other. I thought I managed to break through to him for a second, but Spencer was on a mission to make me despise him, and he was determined to make it happen. His eyes darkened and he straightened up, towering over me.

I felt a sliver of doubt about my faith in him at that moment and he must have seen it cross my eyes because when I lifted a hand to push him back, he harshly grabbed my wrist and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. My arm was twisted behind my back and when I started to struggle out of pure instinct he took my other wrist in his hand and held both my arms behind my back, resulting in me being pushed more into the hard surface, my cheek flush against the wall.

When the shock had left me, I opened my mouth to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but Spencer was faster than me. He took his other hand and held it over my mouth.

“Do you believe me now?”, he whispered in my ear and I felt my pulse quickening. “You are so fucking naive y/n and honestly, you’re a little stupid too. What the fuck makes you think I would never hurt you, huh? You don’t know me.” 

It was those last words that took me back to reality because I did know him. I knew the way he brought everyone on the team their favorite food when they were sad. I knew the way his voice got an octave higher when he started talking about something that excited him. 

I knew the way he recited his favorite poems when I struggled to go to sleep after a tough case.

He won’t hurt me. 

He would never hurt me.

He would never do something like this.

So, against every instinct in my body, I tried to calm my heart down and closed my eyes. I tried to speak but his hand on my mouth didn’t let me so I jerked my head back and stunned him with my sudden movement long enough to say a few words I knew he definitely didn’t want to hear.

“You are all talk Spencer Reid. You would never hurt me and we both know that”, my voice was louder than I had expected and I felt his hand tighten around my wrists, “You can push me against the wall and insult me and tell me the terrible things you could do to me all you want but we both know that you would never lay a hand on me without my permission and you would never hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

His hand loosened and I used this opportunity to free myself of his grip and turn around. He was angry that his plan didn’t work and I saw his hands twitch with restraint, but I wasn’t scared of him. 

He had just proved to me that he was the man I knew he was.

“You’re not an abuser, you’re not a rapist-”

“Shut up.”

“- and you’re not a murderer. That’s what makes you different Spencer.”

“I said shut up!”, he yelled and I did the only thing I knew to do in response to that. I yelled back.

“Or what, Spencer? Are you gonna pin me against the wall and put your hand against my mouth again like the bad person you are, huh?” Spencer got angrier and more frustrated with every word I was saying but I was determined to speak my mind, “You’re gonna shut me up like the scary man you are, Dr. Reid? You’re gonna-” But I didn’t get further than that because in a heartbeat he forced me back against the wall again with his hands on both my cheeks and his lips pressed against mine.

He pulled back, “Please y/n, please shut up”, and the desperate tone in his voice awakened something primal in me.

“If you want me to shut up, you’re gonna have to make me because I will never stop trying to convince you that you are a good man, Spencer.” When he didn’t say anything I went on. “You are kind and gentle and-” 

He kissed me again, and this time I kissed him back until I wasn’t able to breathe anymore. His kisses wandered to my neck then.

“You say I am a good man, but you don’t know the things I thought about doing to you”, he bit the skin on my neck then and I gasped, which seemed to spur him on further, “I want to pin you down and fuck you until you’re crying. I want to make you feel so good that you can’t take it anymore.”

His kisses moved up my neck and to my ear. “ I want to break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together again. I want to ruin you for everyone else, I want to lock you in so that no man can ever look at you again and at the same moment I want to show you off to the entire world because you are the best thing in my life. I want to take you and make you mine”, he cried out, holding my hips in a bruising grip.

“Then take me, Spencer. Take me, break me, ruin me, I don’t care. I am already yours. I have been yours since the moment I met you.” He looked me in the eyes then, searching for any lies, any doubt, and when he didn’t find any, he kissed me another time.

“Say it again”, he demanded and let his hands travel down my body.

“I am yours, Spencer.”

“Again.” His hands roughly shoved up my skirt, his breath warm on my neck.

“I’m yours.” When his hand brushed against the damp panties I was wearing, I sucked in a breath.

“Again.” 

“I’m yours, Spencer. Only yours. Now please do something.” My plea seemed to finally push him over the edge because a second later he was moving the cotton aside and his fingers met wet skin.

He told me “Again.” over and over again, but the longer his fingers were moving inside of me, and the louder the sounds of my pleasure got, the more his demanding turned into begging and it wasn’t until I felt my orgasm wash over me, that he stopped our back and forth to press his lips against mine once more. 

My legs were trembling when he removed his hand from my cunt and the way he looked at me while bringing the same fingers that were inside of me moments ago to my lips didn’t help steady them.

He didn’t need to say anything, I knew exactly what he wanted. I don’t think he was quite prepared for the sight before him when my lips accepted his fingers and my tongue swirled around them though, because Spencer’s eyes became even more feral at it.

“Fuck.” He removed his fingers and in only a few seconds removed my shirt, took off my bra, and had my skirt on the floor. I tried taking off his clothes too, but when my fingers started to unbutton his shirt, he gripped my wrists and walked me over to the bed. 

“If I had known that our fight would end in us having sex, I would have waited until we had something better available than a cheap hotel bed”, I breathed out a laugh. I figured he’d laugh as well but he returned a soft “Do you want to stop?”

“God no, but this bed is gonna squeak really loudly”, and this time I was met with a laugh. He didn’t interrupt when I started another attempt to undress him. When I was done with his shirt he finally raised his hands to touch me again and my whole body shivered when his palms made contact with my breasts. Feeling my erect nipples on his skin must have awoken yet another thing in him because the next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed. I didn’t even have time for a shocked gasp before he was on me, pinning my wrists down on the mattress.

“You know when I told you I want to ruin you”, he said while letting his hands travel down my body to grip the waistband of my panties, “I really did mean it.” And with that, he ripped the cotton apart and threw it to the side.

He continued to deny me any time for a reaction when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him. His hips took their very rightful place between my thighs and pressed against me. 

We both moaned when his covered bulge pressed against wet and hot skin.

“Beg me to fuck you, y/n.” I think he was expecting me to hesitate, but I was desperate for him to touch me.

“Please fuck me, Spencer,” I moaned and ran my nails down his back.

“Huh, I thought you would put up more of a fight, to be honest.” He sounded disappointed, but his eyes told me that he was relieved I wanted this just as much as he did.

“Do you want me to?”, I still asked, wanting to give him everything he yearned for. 

“Another time. I think we dragged this out long enough for today”, he said and with that, he took off his underwear and I got to see all of him for the first time. I knew he would be beautiful, and it applied to any part of him, but I couldn’t fully conceal my shock at the length of him. 

And that smug bastard smirked. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll make it fit.”

And with that, he moved back between my thighs and lined himself up with my entrance. I expected him to at least try and tease me a little but he started to push inside me immediately. 

We locked eyes while we both felt inch after inch of him sink inside of me. It was intense, erotic and so intimate that I felt the urge to look away. He must have felt it too, because when he was fully buried inside of me, his lips pressed against mine in a bruising way.

When he started to move and his lips started their way down to my jaw and neck, I completely lost it, moans and whimpers flowing from my mouth in a volume that even surprised myself. Spencer thrust harder and deeper the louder I became.

“I know you were worried about the bed being too loud, but I’m pretty sure your moans are covering that sound up pretty successfully, angel”, he panted with a labored breath and heat rose to my cheeks. I was trying to remember if any of our coworkers shared any walls with Spencers’ room, but he was literally fucking me stupid so I just removed a hand from his back and bit down on my fingers, hoping no one has heard yet. When Spencer saw, he slowed down. He reached down the side of the bed and lifted up my torn panties, and then proceeded to remove my finger from my mouth to push the cotton in its place. “There, now you won’t have to hurt your finger”, and with that, he picked up a brutal pace again.

He was muffling his own moans by pressing his mouth onto my shoulder, no doubt leaving behind a dozen of hickeys. He was losing it, I could feel it in the way he pushed his fingers into my hips and the muscles in his back tensing. I wasn’t doing much better, my thighs were trembling and my panties were barely concealing my noises anymore. The room smelt like sweat and sex, Spencer’s skin was hot on mine and I never felt more whole in my life. I could feel my orgasm building inside of me.

“Touch yourself for me, angel. I want you to come with me.” I didn’t hesitate and started rubbing circles over my clit. It only took a few moments until my orgasm washed over my entire body and Spencer quickly ripped my gag from my mouth to kiss me. My thighs and cunt clenching around him, pulling him into me as deep as humanly possible, must have pushed him over the edge because after a few more strokes he stilled at my deepest point and came.

He released my lips from his and put his forehead on mine so we could both catch our breaths. It was quiet for a few minutes. I could feel his cum dripping out of me between our bodies and spared a quick thought to the poor person that would have to clean these sheets. I couldn’t bring myself to care though, not with the way he kissed my skin and nuzzled his face into my neck. I moved a hand to his hair to run my fingers through it, the strands curling once again from sweat wetting them.

“Tell me again.” He spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear, and I’m not sure I was supposed to. It took me a moment to realize what he meant but when I did, I moved my mouth to whisper in his ear.

“I’m yours, Spencer. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever then?”, he pulled away to look at me, but before I could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Ayo Spencer, are you and y/n still fighting? We decided to go to a bar a few blocks away, but you’re only allowed to come if you don’t put us all in a pissy mood”, Luke’s voice seeped through the door. I could feel Spencer trying to come up with a reply but before he had a chance, I spoke up.

“Actually, Luke, we’re still in the middle of fighting and I don’t think you want either of us there with you right now.” I tried to sound mad and I must have been convincing enough because even Spencer furrowed his brows at the tone in my voice. I smiled at him and trailed a hand up his arm to reassure him that I was just putting up a show.

“Well, okay just… Try to remember you two are friends and don’t actually want to kill each other”, he replied almost nervously. Damn, we must have really worried the team with our fight this time.

When we heard his footsteps moving away, Spencer started to detangle us from each other. He was still inside of me and when he pulled out, I sighed at the empty feeling it left behind.

“I’m gonna get something to clean you up.” He tried to stand up but he didn’t get very far before I pulled him back. I held his face in my hands and made sure he was looking at me when I said the words I know he desperately needed to hear.

“Forever.”

[miliawrites]

bitter

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ethan landry x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: drunk confessions, .2 seconds of angst, no spoilers :)

*ੈ✩ 𝐚/𝐧: part 1 of 2!! i swear i promise, i pinkie promise that part 2 will come out today

you don’t get jealous, ever. 

it was your (albeit private ) defining feature. you were content with everything you had— no, beyond content: you were happy. you didn’t want anything else because you didn’t need anything else. you had a good family, enough money to keep you from debt, good friends, and even better academics. 

so imagine your surprise when you get that bitter feeling boiling in your stomach at the sight of your “friend,” ethan landry, eyeing another girl. 

you’re being very liberal with the term “friend,” but it’s only because you can’t think of a word to describe someone you’d been hanging out with for a few months, talking and treating them as a friend, but going home and imagining what it’d be like to fuck them senseless.

you’d probably call it a crush, but “friend” sounded much less embarrassing. 

but it’s all going on at some stupid party for some stupid celebration you couldn’t care less about; all you wanted to do was get drunk enough to barely avoid a hangover. you went with your small group of friends, and eventually forced yourself to socialize once you had some juice in your system. 

and it was when you were talking to some pretty girl from your liberal arts class when you saw him: leaning against the wall, red solo cup in hand, eyes stuck on a girl in a halter top with patterned shorts to match— a girl standing right across from you. 

and maybe it was something in the way his fingers were tapping on the plastic cup, or the twitching of his knee, or the way that he just refused take his fucking eyes off of her—

it set you off. 

suddenly you found yourself at a table full of cheap bottles of booze, and your plastic cup was full, brimming with whatever concoction of cheap seltzer and even cheaper tequila you could find. soon enough, you were weaving and dodging your way through the sweaty masses to try and find an exit.

finally, after eons (three minutes) of searching, you managed to find yourself a door, and relished in the early spring chill that hit your skin.

you tried to drink and forget, seeing as though that was the whole reason you came out here. but no matter how much jungle juice you downed, you found your mind wandering back to him.

you couldn’t stop thinking about how ethan refused to look at anyone but her, how even when people greeted him, he waved them off without even looking at them. and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way she was dancing, as if she was born to do so, and how he wouldn’t stop fucking staring at her.

you weren’t jealous— you didn’t get jealous. this wasn’t jealousy, it was just…

just what, envy? envious of what? of some dork you’ve grown particularly fond of eyeing some random girl at this stupid frat party? of the guy you’ve been harboring a crush on for months staring at a girl he didn’t even know? of ethan landry, the boy you hadn’t stopped thinking of for months, thinking about anyone but you?

no, you weren’t envious. what could you possibly be envious of?

“what are you doing out here?”

you jump at ethans voice, beginning to feel particularly sluggish— when did your cup get so light? as a matter of fact, when did it get empty?

“i could ask you the same thing,” you say, finding it increasingly difficult to formulate words. 

“it got too sweaty and crowded in there,” he sits down next to you, bringing his arms close to his torso at the sudden cold breeze. “i always forget how much i hate coming to these parties.”

“then why do you keep coming?” you raise the cup to your lips, frowning when you remember its lack of contents. 

he doesn’t say anything.

“is it because of a girl?” you see him tense from the corner of your vision, however foggy it may be. 

ethans shaking his head. “what makes you say that?”

you shrug, carefully placing the cup by your feet. “i saw you looking at her,” his shoulders drop, and you can’t help but feel something in your chest drop too. “she’s really pretty, i think i have a few classes with her.”

“i really don’t know what you’re talking about.” he feigns ignorance, the coward.

“come on ethan, don’t pretend to be stupid, i know you’re smarter than that.” a chill runs down your spine, you tell yourself its not from the sudden realization of your close proximity to him, but instead because of the cool air around you. 

“wait, are you…” he turns to you. “are you jealous?”

you scoff. “jealous? i don’t get jealous e—than,” you hiccup between the syllables of his name.

“you know, i have a tendency to misread situations, but you…” he pauses to take a dramatic breath. “you seem really jealous.”

“okay, sure but…why would i be jealous, hm? it’s not like i make the rules on what girls you can and can’t look at.” you’re staring into his eyes. those wonderful, beautiful, adjective-ful eyes that make you want to start screaming and shaking and crying and throwing up. 

you can’t stop looking at his eyes, and you can feel your gaze flitting between the two.  

you want ethan to quip back with something sharp and cleaver, but he doesn’t. he just turns away from you, shrugs, and keeps on nursing the drink in his hand. 

for a moment, you feel guilty, another feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. maybe that made you a good person, or maybe that just made you a socially inept asshole. 

you don’t know why you feel guilty, but you suspect it has something to do with how silent ethan is, or how his brows are leaning with regret, or how his shoulder are slumped much more than they were a second ago. 

“i wasn’t looking at her,” ethan mutters, breaking your shared silence. “i was…looking at someone else.”

you want to curse him out because, really, why did it matter if he was looking at another girl? it was someone who wasn’t you, and that’s all that mattered. 

“i don’t care ethan, it’s not that serious—” you cut yourself off when you turn to him, frozen in how quickly you drown in his puppy dog eyes. 

and then it hits you. 

he wasn’t looking at that girl, he was looking at someone else.

he was looking— 

“at you.”

oh.

oh.

you want to say something, you really do. in any other situation, if it played out exactly like this but minus the alcohol, you’d be able to come up with some poetic ass speech about love and devotion and life—

but you’re drunk, and you can’t think. you don’t want to think. 

so instead, you act. 

instead, you kiss him. 

your hands are grasping at his shirt and you’re kissing him hard. you don’t care if it’s sloppy or bad, you just care that you’re kissing him.

and, obviously, ethan cares too. 

because in a moment, one of his hands are brushing the crook of your neck, and his other arm is shaking around your waist. you know your breath tastes like black cherry white claw and dollar store tequila, but with the way ethan was kissing you, it was as if you were the best thing he’d ever had in his life.

it’s like he’s starving— as if he’s been waiting for this for months. and you wonder, passively, if he’d been pining for you all this time as well. you want to ask him, but asking him would mean you’d have to stop kissing him, and at this point you’d rather die than have that happen. 

so you’re quick to pull yourself onto his lap, stradding one of his thighs. you’ve just started to work with the hem of his shirt and god just feeling his v-line makes you dizzy— but ethan pulls away, and you feel your jaw slack at the sight of his lust-blown pupils and spit-kissed lips.

“as much as i want this to happen,” you note how heavy he’s breathing. “i really wouldn’t want to have sex with you on the front steps of a house party.”

you’re standing up with a curt nod, pulling ethan by the hand as you back up.

“also my room is like, twelve minutes away—”

“my house is just down the block, and my roommates are gone for the weekend.”

ethan glances towards the direction that you gestured in, and nearly trips over his shoes as you start walking towards it. 

“yeah, that actually sounds perfect.” 

all the way home, neither one of you can stop imagining what it’s going to be like to get fucked senseless.

[miliawrites]

Guess who's back?

Synopsis: It's been years since you last seen Gojo. You forgot how utterly big he was compared to you. Forgot that he literally has the strength to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted. He'd let you think that you were in control, but he's been gone far too long. And he missed your sweetness.

Warnings: Gojo being the annoying menace he is, manhandling, smut, breeding press, mentioning of multiple positions

Word count: ~.04k

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Sweat glistens as it rolls down from your forehead, down the side of your face to pool in the crevices of your shoulder and collarbone. How long has it been since this snowy-haired menace showed up in your bedroom after being gone for so long? 

You couldn't remember. Couldn't do anything except dig your nails into his back as he thrusts so deeply into you, the swollen tip of his cock pressing so snugly against the gummy spot inside. 

You could barely think – couldn't concentrate on anything except the way those glowing icy blues stare into your soul as he grabs your chin and kisses your swollen lips, tongue pushing past to flirt with yours. Your back arches off the bed, but you are quickly pushed back down by his large hands pressing down on your belly.

A loud moan escapes from that feeling of him pushing down on the exact spot where you could feel him the deepest at as he gives slow, precise thrusts, each one feeling better than the last. A smirk finds its way to his lips as he gazes down at you. A warm, tender hand caresses your cheek, cupping it as he makes you look up at him.

"You missed me?" Gojo whispers, hips never stopping their motions and picking up in pace. He made it impossible for you to speak – to think clearly. Because he wasn't talking to you. "I know you did. Just look at how wet you are. You're just a sloppy mess for me." His words were directed to your pussy.

His thumb finds that slick little pearl and flicks over it softly. He watches as your try to squirm away and that only makes him go even harder. How many positions did he put you in? 

Doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, full Nelson, wheelbarrow...so many positions....but now he has you in his favorite one. A breeding press.

Gojo wraps his hands around your thighs, folding your knees to your chest. "Be a good girl and cream my cock, yeah?"

And you did just that. Unable to hold back any longer. Pussy fluttering around him as your dig your nails into the flesh of his thick biceps. A mewl of his name falling from your lips. "Satoru..."

"That's it, baby. Keep moaning my name. I'm not going anywhere for a very long time."

Please ignore this. It was a moment of weakness. It shall never happen again. I am an avid bully of one Satoru Gojo. He is and forever will be my pillow princess. But as batman once said: everybody gets one....

Tagging: @sugardaddyreo @kirbyskisses @linpunny @noritopia @sailewhoremoon @tokyometronetwork @ichisagi

[miliawrites]

Shut Up and Sleep

Bakugou Katsuki was good at many things. Staying up late, however, wasn’t one of them. The man is a morning bird that raises with the sun, and once it went down, so did he. He struggled to stay up past 9 pm, and if he was awake when the clock struck ten, he was miserable.

So, when you and he were holed up at his agency until midnight, tackling the pile of paperwork he’d been neglecting, the formidable hero resembled a walking corpse by the time y’all left.

“Watch it, babe,” you chided as you placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, trying to prevent him from walking into another light post.

A nasty bump was already forming from his run-in with the first one, and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing at your grumpy lover. Luckily, his head was extra hard, so you didn’t have to worry about him being concussed.

He sidled a glare at you, though he let your hand linger on his muscular shoulder. “I’m fine.”

You snorted, mentally cheering when your luxury apartment building came into view. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Your boyfriend grumbled something under his breath. You didn’t bother deciphering it, instead focusing on keeping him awake as you rode up the elevator. You discovered long ago that standing up wouldn’t deter him from falling asleep. No, the man was like a horse, possessing the ability to sleep in any position when tired enough.

You were thankful that neither of you was scheduled to patrol that day, as office attire is far easier to remove than hero gear, a fact Katsuki quickly took advantage of. The moment you two crossed the threshold of the bedroom, his clothes were coming off. You admired his athletic physique as you undressed, your boyfriend’s form the result of years of hard work. Scars littered his well-built body, evidence of all the battles he’d survived. 

  “Where are you going?” Katsuki questioned with a frown as he settled on the bed, a pair of boxers being the only thing preserving his modesty.

“I have to brush my teeth,” you answered as you picked up the discarded clothing, intending to throw them in the bathroom’s hamper.

He made a sound of protest and reached toward you, the childish gesture making you smile. “Do it in the morning. I wanna sleep.”

“Then sleep,” you said with a giggle.

He was especially needy when he was tired. You found such a big, strong hero becoming a whiny mess adorable, all because he wanted to cuddle as he drifted off.  

“Not without you,” he complained.

With speed his tired body shouldn’t possess, he hopped out of the bed and advanced toward you, throwing you over his shoulder once you were in arm’s reach. You gasped as he effortlessly lifted you, the clothes in your clutch falling back to the floor.

“Katsuki,” you squealed as he carried you to the bed, flailing your legs in a futile attempt to be released. “Put me down!”

“No,” he said as settled onto the mattress.

He kept his arms around you and positioned the two of you to his liking, only satisfied when his hard chest pressed against your back.

“Katsuki, I need to brush my teeth,” you reminded him as his breathing began to even off. “My breath stinks.”

“That’s why you’re facing away, idiot,” he mumbled, the exhaustion in his voice persuading you to give in.

“Whatever,” you huffed as you shifted closer, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Just don’t complain when my morning breath is extra brutal.”

“Shut up and sleep.”

[miliawrites]

HIS GIRLS!

SYNOPSIS…headcanons about toji and his girls (your tits). toji may love your ass, but he secretly loves your tits as well!

WARNINGS…toji x fem!reader, headcanons about toji being a touchy son of a bitch, groping, suggestive comments/remarks, it’s toji (he’s a warning within himself), brief mentions of sex, nipple play

OTHER…likes and reblogs appreciated

Toji definitely likes your ass. He likes all of you, of course. But he likes your ass. Over here, on my page, we’ve established he is 100% an ass man. Though, there’s something in the back of my brain that definitely feels like he has a thing for your tits. He does not care what size they are, how they look, as long as it’s you, he likes your tits.

Oh, you’re wearing that tight tank top that shows your nipples? Expect his eyes to be locked onto your chest and not your eyes. Don’t even try to get him to look you dead in the eye cause it will not work for even a second. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” He says with a shit eating grin on his face.

Expect him to make really flirtatious and nasty comments like, “you should let me put whipped cream on them and lick it off.” You think he’s just joking, but he’s completely serious. He’s Toji, of course he’s serious. That man will go to the store just to buy some whipped cream and prove his point. Let’s just say the whipped cream can was empty buy the end of the night, okay?

Will casually place his hand on them. Sometimes he doesn’t even notice, it kind of just happens. It just feels so comfortable and natural to him. But when he does put it there on purpose, he’ll gently squeeze them or pinch your nipple just to get a reaction out of you. “Toji, if you keep pinching my nipples I’ll pinch yours. I swear.” He laughs at your attempt of a threat, but stops nonetheless.

He’s so fucking corny too! He literally calls them “my girls” like a dumbass. He’s been away from home all day and finally comes back? Best believe he’s screaming, “where are my girls?” the minute he walks through the door. You’re so confused at first but then he places his hands on your chest and literally starts talking to them. “Toji, what the fuck are you doing?”

During sex, he does love doggy (like I said he loves your ass). But, during missionary his focus is on your tits most of the time. His mouth is latched around your nipple, gently biting, sucking and licking at it. And over the years, toji has learned that makes you cum even faster. (Of course he pays extra attention to his special girl)

He can definitely act like a big baby sometimes. He likes to lay on your chest until he falls asleep. All you hear are light snores coming from him as you rake your fingers through his dark hair. When you get and move, Toji let’s out a huff and hugs onto you tighter. “Comfortable,” he mumbles. “Toji, I have to take a piss…”

Toji is an ass man, but for you he is an everything man. Ass, tits, thighs, stomach, he loves everything about you. This man is swooning!