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saeist · 4 months

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what are we? ── bakugo k. (1.4k)⊹ ࣪ ˖ part two

"so.. who here has a secret boyfriend we don't know about?" mina asks the first thing that came to mind not even a minute after this impromptu slumber party that's currently held in yaoyorozu's room

after a long week of training and pro hero studies, you lot decided to why not unwind by having a little sleepover at one of the girls' rooms. yaoyorozu was kind enough to volunteer to hold it in her room as she has never experienced sleepovers with others

you all looked at each other with curiosity. curious if anyone was actually in a committed relationship that the class didn't know about. not like it was their business or anything..

"what? nobody? that's kinda hard to believe.." hagakure comments, genuinely surprised since usually at this age where everyone is in high school, you're bound to get into relationships

"i mean it's like we have the time to mingle around since we're busy with training and on top of that, trying to keep afloat with our academics" tsuyu points out, a finger on her chin as she recalls if anyone actually had free time to spare amidst all the chaos your class has been through

hearing what tsuyu said, mina whines, dramatically flailing her arms around

"ugh i hate that what you said is true, tsuyu-chan.. but what about crushes! do you guys have a crush on anyone in class or anyone in ua?" mina continues to bombard everyone with questions related to romance. to you it almost feels targeted because you're not too sure if she knows something about you

"crushes?" uraraka trails off. all of a sudden she shakes her head vigorously.

"what's wrong uraraka-chan?" tsuyu asks, worried

"oh my god! are you crushing on someone?!" hagakure squeals, "you have someone in mind don't you!"

the girls (minus you, tsuyu and yaoyorozu) start to bombard her with questions

"is it midoriya?!"

"is it iida?!"

"who?!"

"it's nobody!" uraraka defends herself, shaking her hands around. mina pouts but drops the subject.

you didn't even realize that you were holding in your breath til jirou points it out

"what's with the sigh of relief, y/n?" jirou pokes your side jokingly.

wrong move on your part

suddenly there was a certain glint on mina's eyes. like you just walked into her trap

"you haven't said anything since we started talking about crushes, y/n-chan.. anyone in mind?" mina grins mischievously.

"no one" you say abruptly but it turns out your own body betrays you. you can literally feel the heat creeping up to your cheeks

"oh my god she's blushing! WHO! IS IT IN OUR CLASS OR CLASS B? WHO?! WE NEED TO KNOW" hagakure squeals in joy, suddenly clasping your hands together as she shakes you

"it's nobody you guys-"

"i've been meaning to ask, y/n-san.. if there's anything going on between you and bakugo-san" yaoyorozu speaks up for the first time tonight

mina and hagakure both scream in delight

"what makes you say that, yaomomo?" you ask, trying to calm your heartbeat at the mention of the boy you think you're seeing..

you and bakugo had a weird, for lack of better word, "relationship" going on at the moment. one would call it a situationship but you're still not 100% sure if it's even heading to that direction

it all started after the provisional license exams. the same night where he and deku had a brawl at ground beta. right after bakugo and deku got dismissed by aizawa, you bumped into him in the kitchen. obviously scared out of your wits that he was looking all beaten up, you brought him to the nearest bathroom to clean his cuts and bruises

since then you and him had found yourselves in this weird "relationship". sure, he's still the same bakugo you first met during the first day of classes. always brash and rowdy but when it was only the two of you.. he was.. a littler calmer than usual

to others, he was his usual explosive self but when it came to you, his tone would be a little softer. still, it's still rough around the edges but the subtle change is noticeable if you were a close friend of his

overtime, you and bakugo slowly became touchy with each other. there were lingering stares, lingering touches when you two were paired up to spar during training and what not

obviously with this sudden change of attitude towards you, the whole class noticed it. why were you getting treated differently by the king explosion god himself?

and before you even noticed it, you found yourself almost by his side at all times in the dorms. may it be in the kitchen where you're basically his second in command when he was in charge of cooking, in the lounge whenever everyone decides to have a little movie marathon or a little celebration, literally everywhere to the point everyone had made assumptions that you two have something going on

have you guys said anything about your little situation? no

have you guys shared a kiss? maybe

have you guys been caught holding hands? definitely. on multiple occasions

but nobody dared to question it. or else they would've been blown away by boom boom boy himself.

that is until, the girls found an opening which was tonight at yaoyorozu's room, in the middle of your slumber party

"i didn't mean to eavesdrop that one time but i overheard you giving him your notes when he was under house arrest for a few days" yaoyorozu sheepishly admits. she suddenly clasps her hands together and bows as she spews apologies for eavesdropping that one time

and like a domino effect, it seems like all the girls have noticed something about the two of you all along

"that reminds me! when we were practicing for the school festival, one time i saw bakugo teaching y/n how to play drums!" jirou quips

"did you guys notice the look on bakugo's face during the joint training with class 1-b when she got hit by gevaudan?! he was pissed!" uraraka adds

"don't think we didn't notice the look you have on your face whenever bakugo comes home from their remedial classes" hagakure teases

"god i've been dying to know! kirishima keeps telling me that he hears bakugo laughing to himself late at night at times now it's all clicking!" mina gushes

all this time you thought you and bakugo hid it well. then again it's like you two even had the chance to properly talk about whatever you two have going on

"so what do you have to say for yourself, y/n-chan? or cat got your tongue?" mina teases, nudging your shoulder

all the girls lean forward, awaiting for your answer

"... we're friends- yeah that's right! we're just friends you guys" you say awkwardly, scratching the back of your head as a nervous habit to top it all off

mina and hagakure don't buy it

"that's not very nice of you to deny your boyfriend like that" mina teases, poking you multiple times in hopes you break (you almost do)

not wanting to say anything else that could potentially jinx whatever you have going on with the blonde, you shrug. it might be a little embarrassing on your end to admit that you and the infamous bakugo katsuki were in a little dilemma you call a situationship

sensing that you weren't gonna budge anytime soon, mina moves on with the subject. talking about what quirks they wished they have from the class

you took this time to pull out your phone and send a little update to your.. friend

[9:24PM] you: so the girls asked me if i had a boyfriend.. [9:24PM] kitkats: and what did u say?? [9:25PM] you: i said no lol cus i dont have one [9:26PM] kitkats: ?? [9:26PM] kitkats: so am i just an arm accessory now or?

right before you were able to reply back, mina snatches your phone from your hands.

"no texting during the slumber party!" she yells, before taking a peek at who you're messaging

"give it back, mina!" you scream, trying to get your phone back to prevent her from reading what seems to be a new message from bakugo

"oh my god it's bakugo! wait let me send him a pic so he won't disturb our party" she squeals, taking a quick selfie of everyone with you looking all stressed out

"and.. sent!" she smiles proudly. after what seems like torture (it was only a few seconds) mina tosses your phone back to your hands before continuing on whatever you guys were talking about

not even a minute later, bakugo replies

[9:30PM] kitkats: raccoon eyes you better not set yn up with someone else when im literally right fuckin' here

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loonylupinblack3 · 5 months

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Aftermath

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of Lando's race win

Warning: SMUT! breast play, oral (f!receiving) unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it silly)

Word Count: 1.6k

Lando was fucking horny.

You could tell from the way he stared at you across the room, eyes darkening with every sway of your hips to the music. It was his night, the party after his first ever win, yet that couldn’t stop you from teasing him slightly. His hands clenched into fists, stopping himself from stalking over to you and dragging you into the club’s bathroom where he’d finally have his way with you.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, so you continued dancing, begging your fantasy to become a reality. Lando, unfortunately, had more self control than you bargained for, or he didn’t want to fuck you in the dirty bathroom, because he spent the rest of the night away from you, as far as humanly possible, though his eyes never left you for a second.

As soon as you entered the cab his mouth was on yours, lips pressing unforgivingly against you, moving with a fevered rush only a night of built up tension could create. You had to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth, sending a nervous glance at the cab driver. Lando, noticing your hesitance, sent the driver the dirtiest glare known to man, like it was his fault he was there.

So he pulled away from you again, sitting stiffly as possible, hands once again fisted, jaw clenched and eyes fixed ahead. He stayed like that for the rest of the ride, refusing to even acknowledge you until the cab stopped. At his apartment, you noted, but didn’t say anything as Lando grabbed your arm and practically dragged you into the building and in the elevator.

The doors hadn't even finished closing before he was upon you again, hands on your hips, your neck, your ass, anywhere and everywhere he could as he kissed you. He didn’t even break the kiss as the elevators opened, just took you, stumbling to his door and scavenging his pockets for his keys, his kisses becoming sloppy and distracted.

When he managed to open the door he removed his lips from yours, taking your hand and leading you to his room. Neither of you spoke, the tension between you too palpable. Entering the room, Lando let go of your hand and looked at you.

“Get on the bed.”

You swallowed thickly in anticipation, doing as he said. You sat with your back facing the wall, staring at Lando in all his glory as he took his shirt off, showing off those abs he worked so hard for. Your mouth watered slightly, and Lando picked up on your awed state.

“See something you like?”

You couldn't help but smirk slightly, the playful demeanour Lando always seems to bring with him falling over the two of you.

Lando returned your grin, crawling onto the bed until he was hovering over you, his curls drooping forward. You lifted your hands and cupped his face, bringing him down to your own, kissing him softly.

This kiss was calmer, gentler, Lando’s fever seeming to have lessened now that he had you on his bed, at his mercy. He was still insatiable, his tongue exploring your mouth with a keenness akin to a starving man who just found a feast, but he was softer. More tender, like he was desperate for this, but he also wanted it to last.

With one hand supporting his weight his other hand started tugging your dress off, and you broke the kiss to pull it all the way off before returning to Lando’s lips. His hands trailed your body eagerly, groaning when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. His lips left your mouth to pay attention to your tits instead, pressing open mouthed kisses to your breasts before taking your nipple into his mouth.

You let out a breathy moan as he sucked and nibbled on it, squirming beneath him. He laid on top of you, putting his full weight on you so you couldn’t escape and so he could use his other hand to play with your other breast, twisting your nipple between his fingers, walking the thin line between pain and pleasure with expertise.

“Lando,” you whined, clenching your thighs together.

At the sound of your whine his impatience was activated again and he left your breasts, travelling to your stomach, leaving kisses down there as he trailed all the way to your panties, eyes flicking up to you with a devious grin.

You let out a gasp as he pulled your panties down by his teeth, dragging them along your legs and only using his hands when they were at your ankles to get them fully off and discard them somewhere in the room.

He crawled back up, pressing kisses to your legs, your thighs, your inner thighs, before hovering over your core, his warm breath on your cunt sending pleasing shivers up your spine.

You squirmed and he put one of his hands on your lower stomach, keeping you there. He took his time with you, giving a long, languid stroke of his tongue over your cunt making you gasp out in surprise.

He kept his hand firmly on your stomach as he started lapping your cunt, your wetness spreading across his face, on his chin. You moaned, hands gripping the sheets as his tongue played with your pussy, flicking your clit every now and then and making your eyes roll back.

When you felt one of his fingers enter your cunt you moaned, hands moving to grip his curls instead of the sheets. He started an abusing rhythm, pumping his finger in and out fast and hard. The pleasure made your thighs clench, closing around Lando’s head. He groaned at the feeling and added a second finger, stretching you out as he sucked your pussy.

“Fuck, Lando!” You cried, writhing underneath his hand. He kept a heavy palm on you, keeping you where you were regardless of your floundering.

He ate you out with more vigour, his fingers constantly thrusting, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was when he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that you fell, letting out a string of moans and curses as you did so.

You pulled Lando’s hair, pushing your cunt further onto his face and grinding against it as you rode out your high, Lando still pumping his fingers into you. It was only when your thighs stopped shaking, loosening around his head, that he took his fingers out of your pussy, making eye contact with you as he placed them in his mouth and sucked.

Your gaze clouded with lust at the sight and you bit your lip subconsciously. Lando’s gaze darkened and he moved forward till he was the one biting your lip, catching you in a bruising kiss. You could taste yourself on him and let out a breathy sigh, letting his lips abuse yours as his hands roamed your body.

He started unbuckling his belt, still kissing you albeit a little more sloppily. He only pulled away to take his pants and boxers off completely, then he was back on you, kissing your neck with fevor as he aligned his tip with your entrance.

He pushed in, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the feeling. Lando groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him, pressing his head into the crook of your neck. He went in slowly, not stopping until he was fully in, pausing for a moment to let you get used to him inside you.

You draped your arms around his neck and gave him a little squeeze, signalling you were ready. He started out slow, moving in and out of you at a languid pace, feeling the tightness of your walls.

“Fuck,” Lando cursed, panting slightly. “You’re so fucking tight for me Love.”

You let out a moan, tightening your arms around his neck, tangling your hands into his curls. Lando started going faster, unable to help himself, even knowing you were already sensitive after one orgasm. He was thrusting in and out of you, voicing his pleasure, cursing and praying your name over and over again.

Everything was so much. The pleasure was wracking through your body, you felt like you were flying, Lando slamming into you. You whined, squirming away from Lando, only for him to grab your hips and pull you back down.

“Oh Y/n, sorry baby, you’re not leaving just yet,” he murmured in your ear, pounding into you. He groaned as you whined, clenching around him, pulling on his hair.

You arched your back, eyes rolling back as he started slamming into that one spot over and over again, hitting the spongy spot with lethal precision. You were screaming his name, sobbing into the skin of his neck, hands clawing at his back as you were overwhelmed with the orgasm rolling over you.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed Lando over the edge, and with a groan he came in you, pumping you full of his white cum. He continued to fuck you as he came, his thrusts turning sloppy and uneven, his pants and groans filling the room.

He stayed in that position, hovering over you, the both of you catching your breath. When he finally pulled out you frowned at the emptiness that filled you, only for the frown to melt into a content smile as Lando laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest.

He peppered lazy kisses along the side of your neck, marking you with purple hickeys, sucking and biting at his leisure.

You fell asleep with the feeling of Lando’s lips on your skin.

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chrissology · 2 years

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HBO Joel is resonating with me so much more than game Joel ever did and… the story of TLOU is just completely coming together for me.

#the games are my FAVORITE games but I don’t like game Joel sorry #game Joel was too… yell-y and temperamental for me #I get he’s a morally grey character but I just didn’t like him #(also I don’t like Troy baker’s voice acting I’m sorry)#HBO Joel is a little quieter/calmer/softer and Pedro is also just really likeable #and I just feel myself getting so hooked and immersed in Joel and Ellie’s relationship in a way I wasn’t able to previously #and if you disagree that’s ok I know that not liking game Joel is an unpopular opinion!

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ocinstar · 14 days

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Like a cake

Spencer x afab!reader

Summary: Spencer accidentally eats a special brownie and gets baked for the first time, making him reveal some things.

Cw: drug use (devils lettuce), fluff, use of y/n

A/n: cooked this up at 3 am while watching that scene in the perks of being a wallflower where charlie gets high and thought high spencer would be hilarious 😭

Also this is not proof read, so if u see any spelling mistakes, no you didn't 😇

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"Do I really have to go to this thing?" Spencer asked Derek from his seat beside me.

Derek had gotten an invite to a house party by some of his friends and had insisted on us coming along with him. Emily and I were pretty quick to accept the invitation, but it took a lot of convincing to get boy wonder to agree to join us. He only agreed after I promised to lend him my copy The Undertaker in the original Russian print.

"Yes, you do." Morgan answered with a breathy chuckle. Spencer sighed and sunk lower in his seat. I sort of felt bad now for pushing him to come, especially since I know he's uncomfortable with things like this. But that's also exactly why I pushed him, to get him out of his comfort zone a bit and have the chance to talk with people in a low stress environment. Derek had said the party wasn't supposed to be to big, just a few friends. Which of whom were all going to be intoxicated, therefore easier to talk to since drunk people tend to be less judgmental than sober people.

"Don't worry, spence. It'll be fun." I gave him a reassuring smile. He let out another sigh that let me know he didn't really believe me.

"Yeah, Reid. It'll be fun." Emily reiterated from the front seat. I didn't plan on leaving Spencer to fend for himself at this party of course. I planned on staying by his side until I was sure he was going to be fine, but I realized that might be a bit harder than I thought as we pulled up to the house. It was crowded with cars and some people hanging out on the front lawn. As we stepped out, we could hear the music coming from inside.

"This is definitely more than 'a few friends', Morgan." Spencer fidgeted with his hands nervous. Derek patted his back before clapping his shoulder and shaking him slightly.

"You'll be just fine, pretty boy." He said before him and Emily walked off and into the house. Spencer's anxiety was very apparent as he cracked and played with his fingers.

"We can leave if you really want to." I offered once I realized something like this might be way to out of his comfort zone. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

"No, no, it's fine."

"Are you sure?" I asked again just to make sure he was ok with this. He nodded his head yes so I linked my arm with his as I lead him into the party.

From the amount of cars parked outside of course I expected there to be way more people than previously anticipated, but I definitely didn't expect this many people. I held onto spencer's arm a bit tighter as we walk through the sea of people. I saw some people head down to where I assumed the basement was and lead spencer down the stairs. It was calmer down there, less people and softer music. So I thought this would be a better environment for spencer, who was currently as stiff as a board. I unlinked my arm from his to give him some space. I spotted the vacant couch and gestured for him to follow me as he went on about how Morgan was a liar.

"'Just a few people' he said. He promised just a few people! This is what I get for trusting him. He's always trying to get me to go to parties with him, of course it wasn't gonna be 'just a few people.'" His rant continued as we walked.

"Yes, yes, Derek is a liar and I'll put salt in his coffee tomorrow. But for now, just try to have a bit of fun tonight, ok?" I sat down on the couch, making myself comfortable. He sighed heavily and nodded.

"Ok, I'll try." He sat down, awkwardly positioned on the edge with his hands on his knees. It was obvious he felt uncomfortable sitting on a strange couch with God knows what on it. There was an ottoman beside the coffee table that looked like it opened up, so I opened it in hope to find something for spencer to sit on. Sure enough there was a thin blanket that looked clean.

"Here, up." I ordered him to stand and he did without a word. Cute.

I draped the blanket over the couch and gestured for spencer to sit back down. He smiled me gratefully as he sat back down, now looking much more comfortable.

"Thank you." I waved my hand dismissively, I mean it's the least I could do for making him come here. Some people filed back upstairs, so I saw an opportunity a drink from upstairs while it was basically empty down here.

"Will you be ok if I go get a drink?" He looked up at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, which made me want to just sit back down and forget about the drink.

"Yes, I'll be fine." He gave me a tight liped smile. I was reluctant to leave him, but I walked off regardless.

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I felt awkward sitting all alone. After y/n left, I just started fiddling with my hands and looking around. I wish I had told y/n to stay. She was the only reason I had came and now without her here, i felt out of place.

I hear a group of people come down the stairs, their loud laughing filling the room. I get insanely anxious when I realize their voices getting closer to me.

"Hey man, mind if we sit here with you?" One of the guys ask. Of course I couldn't say no. Well technically I could, but I don't know how without coming across rude.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I slide over to the very end of the couch as 2 of them sat down and the others sat on the floor or stood. They continued their loud conversation and I wondered if I should just leave.

"Whatever, star wars and star trek are basically the same thing." One girl said from the floor. I suddenly thought back to earlier and the promise i made to y/n to try and have fun. So I interjected before I could over think it.

"Actually, Star Trek is more based on probable science as basis for it's plot while star wars is more sci-fantasy more focused on how people react to their surroundings, instead of how the surroundings are possible." I regretted opening my mouth immediately. They stared at me, surprised I had spoken to them.

"Thank you!" The guy sitting beside me shouted. "See! I told you!" He pointed at the girl who was speaking earlier. She simply rolled her eyes at him and he turned his head to me.

"Continue telling her how wrong she is." They all looked at me, waiting for me to continue my informational rant. Which I happily did. As I talked more about the differences and similarities between the 2 worlds, one of the guys, who I hadn't noticed had left, approached us with a plate of brownies. He held them out to the group and they all excitedly reached for them.

"You want one to?" He offered and held the plate out further so I could reach it. Of course I wasn't going to pass up a free treat, so I took one without giving it much thought.

"Thank you." I chewed on the browine as I carried on with what I was saying before being interrupted. This night is turning out to be fun after all. I do wish y/n was her though.

"Can I have another one please?"

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Upstairs felt like a nostalgia trip back to high school. A room flooded with drunk people and people groping each other. It took some time to navigate my way through everyone and it took even longer finding the kitchen. But I eventually found my way. I was delighted seeing the familiar face of Derek Morgan as I entered.

"Well if it isn't the liar." He looked up from pouring his drink. He smiled at me and laughed.

"How's boy genius doing?" He asked as he took a sip of whatever drink he mixed together.

"I think he might climb out a window and run home any second now." I grabbed 2 empty solo cups, filling one up with water and the other with vodka and cranberry juice. Derek laughed.

"Ah I think he has a compelling reason to stay." He winked at me and I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. I regret telling him about my crush on spencer. I told him to shut up, which just make him chuckle.

We talked for a few minutes about how Emily had almost immediately found a girl to flirt with and has been with her all night. And almost as if on cue, she walked in. We all teased her about her party crush for a few minutes, until the teasing turn onto me. I also regretted telling Emily about my crush.

I hadn't realized how much time had passed till Emily mentioned something about spencer being left alone for so long. A whole 30 minutes had passed since I had come upstairs and I immediately felt bad for ditching spencer for so long without a word. I quickly grabbed the 2 cups and bid them goodbye before hurrying off.

Getting through all the people took longer than before since I had to be extra careful as to not spill anything. I felt relieved when I finally reached the stairs to the basement. I was worried that spencer had been just sitting there for the past half an hour in silence. But my worries were quickly squandered as I saw him talking with a group of people who looked to be about our age. He had changed spots, now sitting criss-cross on the coffee table while all the other's surrounded him like it was story time.

"And I don't understand why leia kissed luke if she literally said in return of the jedi that she always knew he was her brother." Spencer babbled on as the people around hilm laughed loudly.

"Hey, spence." I saw his eye's light up when he saw me and he smiled wide.

"Y/n!" He threw his hands up, which caused him to almost fall backwards. He caught himself just in time and giggled a bit. It wasn't until I got closer to him that I noticed how red his eyes were. That, mixed with his odd behavior, it was clear he was not sober.

"Are you stoned?" I tried my best to contain my laughter, but it was funny watching him rock back and forth looking like he was really thinking about the question i just asked.

"Yes. No. I only had 2 brownies." He counted 2 on his fingers and held them up to me. The people he was talking to all started laughing and spencer joined in with them, probably not registering they were laughing at him.

"Ok, wanna come with me to a quiet place away from these people?" I leaned in closer to him, careful not to let the others hear. He doesn't say anything right away, just looks at me with an expression i couldn't place, but one that made my stomach flutter.

"Yes, please." He whispers back and stands up quickly. He sways back and forth for a moment before steady himself.

"We're gonna go somewhere else." Spencer tells the group and they all start booing in protest and all shouting disappointed "no's". Spencer seemed unbothered by them, but does say a quick apology regardless. I gestured for him to follow me as I stared walking away. He waved them goodbye before hurrying after me.

I lead him down a dimly lit hallway and into an unlocked room, which thankfully had no one in it. It appeared to be a guest room that was pretty empty, besides a queen bed, a night stand with a lamp and a rug.

"Those people were nice. They knew nothing about star trek though." Spencer sat down on the rug, returning to his criss-cross position.

"You do know there's a bed right there." I laughed, pointing to the bed that was right behind him. He shrugged.

"The rug looked softer." He said as he felt the rug. I took a seat next to him, putting the drinks off to the side. He looked completely out of it, like he was on a different planet.

"How are you feeling?" I asked and leaned back against the bed.

"Weird."

"I assume you've never been stoned before?" He shakes his head.

"I've read about the effects of marijuana, euphoria, altered perception, impaired memory and cognition. But It's so much different actually experiencing it first hand. It feels weird. I also probably shouldn't have ate 2 of those brownies. Brownies sound really good right now. Oh! Another effect of marijuana is increased appetite, or the "munchies" as they call it." He smacked his lips together, then licks them.

"My mouth is really dry." I couldn't help but laugh. This is definitely not how i expected this night to go. He turns to me as I laugh with a painfully cute expression that made my stomach flip. I reached for the cup of water i had gotten for him earlier and handed it to him.

"Here." I chuckled and he took it quickly. He didn't even look to see what was in the cup before downing the whole thing. Once he had finished, he whipped his mouth and put the cup down.

"Thank you. Your so kind." He turned to me and smiled gratefully. He looked absolutely beautiful in that moment. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes were glossed over and dreamy looking, his smile was simply adorable and the light was hitting him just right. His compliment made me blush and I turned away from his gaze. I felt him continue to stare at me.

"I'm sorry you're stuck taking care of me. I know you probably wanted to have fun tonight." His face had dropped and he sighed.

"It's ok, spence. I am having fun." I reassured him. Witnessing his first experience being high was admittedly very entertaining. He sighed again. He just looked at me in silence for a few moments, making me nervous.

"You're so amazing." He blurts out suddenly. His words took me by surprise and I felt my face heat up, probably now a light shade of pink.

"You're so pretty too. And caring, and smart, and funny, and pretty." His tone was light and distant, like he wasn't aware he wad saying all this out loud. That made me snap back to reality and remember that he was high. I felt a wave of disappointment hit me when I realized he was probably just saying all this stuff because he was stoned, not because he meant it.

"Ok, spence." I said dismissively and laughed a bit to hide my disappointment.

"I think you're the most amazing person I've ever met. I mean, there's a party happening right now and you choose to stay with me. You're always doing that, taking care of me. I think that's why I love you so much." The last part really caught my attention, my disappointment quickly dissipating and being replaced with shock.

Did he really just say that? I know I shouldn't take anything he says right now seriously, but admitting that he loves me seems pretty serious. I take a few seconds just to process what he had just said. I was sure he didn't mean it like that, I'm sure he meant as just a friend. But that didn't stop my heart from fluttering.

"What?" I finally said with a uncontrollable smile on my face. He turned to me, confused.

"What?"

"You just said you love me." His eyes widened and he shot up straight.

"What?!" He looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. He groaned, putting his head in his hands and shaking his head.

"Spence, it's ok. I know you didn't mean it like that." He sighed. He said something, but it was muffled by his hands.

"I can't hear you." He sighed again and lifed his head up so i could hear him clearer.

"I did mean it like that." He said, his voice quite and low. I couldn't believe what i had heard, so I just stared at him in shock for a moment. He glanced over to me when I didn't say anything for to long, groaning when he saw my shocked expression.

"Ugh, this is not how I wanted to tell you." He put his head back in his hands and slouched forward.

"I know you don't feel the same and we're just friends. I'm so sorry, y/n. You can forget I ever said that, i don't want it to be awkward or uncomfortable for you. I just-"

"Who said I didn't feel the same?" I cut him off before he got to in his head. He turned his head so face that I thought he'd get whipe lash, his red eyes wide in surprise.

"Wait, what?" The look on his face made me giggle.

"You're smart and funny and kind and you're insanely cute, you understand me in a way no one ever has. You're so passionate about your work and helping people. You're the most incredible, extraordinary person I've ever known. How could I not love you?" I felt a huge weight lift off my chest as I tell him everything I've wanted to say to him for so long. He just stares at me wide eyed, his mouth opening like he was about to say something, but then closing it again.

"I- what- wait- huh?" He stammered, making me laugh.

"I'm sorry, it must be the drugs or my own wishful thinking. But did you just say what I think you said?" A piece of hair fell onto his face, so I tucked it behid his ear. His face turned red and his mouth hung agape slightly.

"Maybe we should talk about this when you're sober."

"No, I want to talk about it now." He scooted closer to me. I was almost certain this is not how he wanted this conversation to go, him stoned out of his mind and in some random room in a random house. Of course I wanted to say it again, to tell him I love him and that I've loved him for years. But I'd rather tell him that when he can process more than 1/2 things at once.

"Later, when you're not baked like a cake." He laughed like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard.

"'Baked like a cake'" He repeated after his laughter died down to a frequent giggle. His face suddenly turned more serious and he looked me right in the eye.

"Cake sounds so good right now." His face was so serious, like he had to have cake at that very moment or someone would kill his whole family. The intensity on his face was enough to make me burst into laughter. I had to look away from him to compose myself, so I didn't see him go to lay down. I felt his head rest on my thighs, the sudden contact taking me by surprise. I look down to see him turned away from me with his eye's closed.

After my initial shock disappeared, I hesitantly ran my fingers through his hair. He sighed in content and placed his hand on my knee. I smiled to myself as I continued to play with his hair.

"I'm tired." He mumbled. As if almost on cue, i felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I took it out to reveal a text from Derek. I chuckled as I read it over.

"Well you're in luck because Emily puked on a girl and now we're leaving." I tried to get up, but his head remained on my lap.

"Come on, spence. You gotta get up." He groaned in protest and gripped my leg to keep me in place.

"Don't wanna."

"Spencer." I said softly. I didn't want to move either, but unless we wanted to take a taxi home, we had to get up. He sighed before pushing himself up, his hair a complete mess. I reached over to fix it for him, combing his hair with my fingers. He looked at me like I was an angel on earth, his eyes fixed on me. Though the urge to pull him in right then was strong, but I had to get him home.

"Come on." I stood, reaching my hand out to help him up. I interlocked his hand with mine once he had stood up. I lead him out the door, back out to the basement, upstairs and through the crowd to the front yard where Derek was waiting for us.

"Hey, love birds." He smirked when he caught sight of our interlocked hands.

"Hi, Morgan. Do you have any snacks in your car?" Spencer asked. Morgan looked at him funny and smiled wide when he saw his red eyes.

"Are you baked?" Spencer giggled to himself before responding.

"Like a cake." He started laughing and Derek looked at me for answers.

"I'll tell you later." Derek nodded and walked over to his car, me and spencer following behind. Emily was already in the front seat, passed out. I felt bad for how she was going to feel in the morning.

The ride home was quiet, besides the occasional snore coming from Emily. I turned to Spencer to see him fighting off sleep, his eyes just slivers and struggling to keep his head up. I squeeze his hand to get his attention. He turned to me with tired eyes and I gestured for him to lean his head on my shoulder. He whispered a "thank you" before resting his head on my shoulder. We stayed that way till we reached Spencer's apartment complex.

I shook him slightly as we parked outside his building. His eyes opened slightly and he removed his head from my shoulder.

"Come on, I'll walk you inside." He gave me a tired smile. I escorted him out the car and into his building.

He talked about the book he was reading on the way up to his apartment, he barely making any sense as he did so. Once we reached his door he got quiet.

"You really meant it right?" He asked and I looked at him confused.

"Meant what?"

"What you said earlier." I smiled once I realized what he was talking about.

"Of course I meant it."

"Good. I meant it to." He smiled sweetly. I would've never imagined that spencer would like me back, or that I'd find out this way. But I'm happy regardless. I'm so happy. Spencer Reid, my best friend, loves me.

I cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He looked at me wide eyed when I pulled away.

"Goodnight, spence."

"G'night." He muttered, his surprise still evident. I waved him goodbye before heading back down to the car.

The ride back to my place consisted of telling Morgan how spencer had managed to get high on accident and him telling me how Emily drank way to much, resulting in her throwing up all over the girl she'd been flirting with. I left out the love confession part to avoid any further torment that spencer would definitely have to endure from him at work.

As he talked about what had happened while me and spencer where in the basement, I thought about everything that had happened. My smile grew more and more as I replayed the events of tonight. Just then, I felt my phone buzz. My smile growing impossibly wide when I read the text on the screen.

*ate everything in my fridge. I love you.*

I laughed before typing my response.

*I love you too.*

~~~

A/n: first tumblr fic guys! This was longer then i expected so oopsies my b 🤗 anyways, hope you enjoyed!

#spencer reid #criminal minds #fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #one shot #emily prentiss #derek morgan #dr spencer reid #spencer x you #spencer x y/n

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diejager · 7 months

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omegaverse anon here, could you do the cod group with a beta reader? Like, they stay really out of the way, not really used to getting any attention from alphas or omegas

Unusual Attraction Cw: omegaverse, awkward!reader, ell me if I missed any.

You were an oddity of a beta, your stronger nose made interacting with people harder than other betas, it made you stand out from your peers, they deemed you a beta stronger than the usual beta and that made you feel isolated and alone. You were used to alphas ordering you around and moving you from team to team for your nose and clear mind, you were a asset to have on certain teams where they needed a buffer that wasn’t an heat-prone omega. And despite your constant entourage of omegas and alphas, you never stopped flinching or wincing when someone’s scent became too strong, the musk burning your nose in an enclosed area like the mess hall, the training areas, or even public spaces.

You preferred keeping to yourself, to alleviate the growing headache pounding at your head, to find a calmer corner of the base you were permanently moved to. You knew the people you worked with from prior assignments, a few times on month long covert operation and others on week long clandestine missions offshore, but you liked your silence when you could afford to find it. Even outside, their scents clung to your clothes, the strong smell of Price’s smoke and Ghost’s bourbon, the distinct notes of strength and dominance that screamed Alpha, Soap’s sweeter and softer citrus that you could pick up despite the scent blockers and Gaz’s gentle vanilla, a soothing calmness that reminded you that you weren’t the only buffer to the team, that you were the only beta.

“Found ye, Hound!” You liked the way Soap said your callsign, his accent coming into play to make it sound different —special.

He swung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side, your nose twitching from how close you were to his scent glands. You felt like he did it with intention, always finding a way to have you smelling like him and filling your mind with his scent, it was near addictive —so much so that you would’ve succumbed to it if you were an alpha, mind shutting off and body acting on it’s own volition. You wouldn’t blame anyone for it, Soap smelled so good, a sinful delight that people were deprived of, and when he wasn’t using the patches, it numbed your mind, made you slow and sloppy with your thoughts and acts. He knew the effect he had on you and he loved it from his constant hazing, flashing his gland in your face and drowning you in it whenever he could. Perhaps it was his claim on you, you never truly understood the whole dynamic, you were a buffer with a better nose, nothing more and nothing less.

“We were lookin’ fer ye,” he walked back in, still holding you in his grasp, “We’re going tae the pub. Thought ah’d come and get ye.”

They, on multiple occasions, had invited you to go drink with them, extending that olive branch your way with smiles and encouraging nods. You were tempted to accept, but you didn’t do well in enclosed and crowed spaces, so you declined over and over, but they never stopped asking you. It got to a point where you were waiting for them to stop asking, to tire themselves of befriended you, and yet, they never did, going so far as to pull you along despite your grumbling and exhaustion, promising a night of rest and relaxation at the pub.

And fortunately, their words rang true, it was a blessing to your nose that the owners burned an overpowering but gentle incense that blocked all types of scents, a relief you rarely got. The only thing you could smell was the comforting scents of your new pack, the oil-packed burgers and fries, and the strong burn of alcohol, all thing that you didn’t mind as long as it came in moderation to your nose. After your first drunken and giggling visit to the pub with them, basking in their attention, Soap throwing himself over Ghost’s lap and grinning at you cheekily, Gaz leaning against your side, nuzzling the crook of your shoulder, Ghost’s big and warm hand grasping your thigh and Price looking on with so much pride.

“The occasion?” You followed him blindly, blinking lazily at him.

“Yer third month with us,” he smiled widely, something carnal and wild, befitting more an alpha than the omega he was. Maybe that’s why he could easily pass as an alpha, with all his bravado and broadness, either way, he was a dangerous man alone, but as a Task Force, they were a menace.

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(soapgaz x fem!reader, 18+)

gaz was always the softer one. calmer, more gentle. he was the type to guide you with a solid hand on the small of your back, and brush the tears from your cheeks, cooing as you wept to him.

soft was not necessarily synonymous with soap. he was easily excitable, a terrier with energy to burn. no hand on the small of your back, but a wide palm along the curve of your arse, squeezing and groping. he was the type to lick the tears from your face, suck gently at the warm skin of your cheeks, and slip his fingers beneath your shirt, whining about how pretty you looked, and how he’d make you feel better.

sometimes soap was too much. sometimes gaz wasn’t enough. you loved them both, but men like them made it difficult to settle into something comfortable.

but together they were something else entirely. together, they were a fusion of all things gentle and soft, and all things rough and fast. the pale, iridescent shine of moonstone fusing with the multi-coloured fragments of ammolite.

they were a catalyst for each other.

a fire sparked within gaz when soap was present. his demeanour changed, eyes sparkling. his grip was just a bit rougher, his thrusts hitting just that bit deeper.

something tugged at soap’s heartstrings when gaz was with him. his voice mellowed, eyes softening. he seemed to have more patience, and made more of an effort to listen to his friend.

you got the best of both worlds with your boys.

spread out across the bed, you lounged back against several plush pillows, your legs resting atop clean-smelling linen.

gaz kneeled between your legs, your pussy puffy and drooling, clit swollen and tight exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. gaz’s mouth, characteristically, was slick. wet. soaked with your arousal, smeared down his chin, a bead of liquid collecting and then rolling slowly down the column of his neck while he fisted his cock.

foreskin pulled right back, the head was flushed deep and dark, pre-cum pearling over his slit with each flick of his wrist. it glinted beside the silver piercing, before dropping onto the clean sheets between him and you.

“such a pretty pussy,” gaz uttered, shifting his hips closer towards you. he gripped his cock, tapping the pierced head against your clit, grinding it in a small circle a few times, watching you writhe and twitch beneath him.

“gaz,” you whined, hips bucking at the cool sensation spreading across your hot cunt. the metal of the prince albert sent subtle electric shocks right to the base of your spine. you reached for him, only managing to smooth your hands down his muscular shoulders. “gaz, please.”

gaz tutted, eyes soft as he dragged the head of his cock through your drenched folds. he spread you, made a mess of you. all the while appraising you with warm brown eyes and a satisfied smile.

he circled the head around your fluttering hole now, the piercing catching periodically, dipping just millimetres into the heat of your cunt. each slip and retraction had your body reacting in shudders and whines, his movements just too slow and just not enough.

“come on, gaz. ye’ve got to give it to ‘er,” soap whined from the edge of the bed. “split that wet fuckin’ cunt open. fill ‘er up with yer cock.”

gaz tsked, throwing a look of distaste towards soap, who was fisting his cock hard and fast within a tight-knuckled grip. white-knuckled and desperate.

“she’ll get what she needs,” gaz said, voice lingering on annoyance. “she’ll get my cock, and then she’ll get yours.” he paused for just a second to watch your pussy flutter as his piercing snagged against the hood of your clit. “now, if you ask me, that seems a bit greedy— i mean, come on, two cocks for one girl? such a greedy pussy.”

gaz then rubbed the head of his cock across your hole, the silver of the piercing shining with your slick. you whined at his words, the way they heated you from the inside out. body burning up, you knew your pussy would be so wet, and so messy— but you also knew that your boys would go insane for it, too.

“s’not greedy,” soap started through a groan, cock twitching in his palm. his bare stomach already had a splattered stripe of cum across it, laying over the thick hair of his happytrail. soap watched you carefully, and listened to the way your cunt squelched with each rut of gaz’s glans against it. “she deserves it, y’know. pretty girl deserves two cocks— deserves two cocks splittin’ open that tight, little pussy.”

gaz hummed, soap’s words an aphrodisiac more than a goad. he dragged his cock slowly back up your folds, making you mewl loudly.

“i suppose you’re right,” he answered with his piercing now pressed directly on your clit, causing your legs to tremble. “she is such a good girl, isn’t she?”

he dragged his cock down again, notching the head at your hole, piercing swallowed within your heat. you mewled again, nails scratching at his smooth skin, as he slowly, slowly began to push in, stretching you around him.

“mhm, mhm,” soap responded enthusiastically, watching with rapt attention— a puppy transfixed on a treat— as gaz’s cock slowly pushed inside your tight cunt. he moaned breathlessly, pearlescent pre-cum leaking down the thick shaft of his cock, smearing beneath the calloused pads of his fingers as he continued to work himself quickly. “such a good girl, an’ such a good pussy— fuck, such a good pussy, gaz, fuckin’ look at her. look at her takin’ ye. s’like a fuckin’ dream.”

“so good,” gaz whispered, continuing to feed his cock into you as you let out airy, stretched-out whines. his hands were on your hips, squeezing the flesh there soothingly, keeping you in place so he could bottom out.

the noises of him shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you were piercing in the quiet din of the room. wet squelches, lewd and nearly comical, mixed with your pleasured mewls, the low rumble of gaz’s whispers, and the desperate panting and whining from soap as his balls began to tighten and the tip of his cock grew redder and redder.

somehow, you felt gaz’s piercing inside you when he finally bottomed out. felt the small little ball pressed somewhere close to the plug of your womb. felt the subtle coolness amongst all that flaming heat.

or maybe it was just in your head. either way, when gaz pulled out, only to thrust back in again, that cool sensation felt deep in your bones, you moaned loudly. back arching, hips flushed with gaz’s, hands scrambling for some kind of purchase along the slope of his shoulders.

“gaz, gaz— oh my god—” you moaned, pussy clenching around the girth of him. your eyelids fluttered, pleasure knocking in the base of your tummy, sweat building at your back.

gaz bent downwards, practically folding you as he pressed his mouth to yours. hot, wet, full of mint and tobacco-tasting tongue. you whined into it, and you felt his mouth curl into a smile against yours. he pulled back with a short lick to your lips with the point of his tongue, his hips still working his cock deep into you.

soap moaned at the edge of the bed, arm speeding up. you and gaz both turned your heads, cheek to cheek now, his smooth skin warm against yours. soap’s hips bucked to meet his hand, fucking up into his pre-slicked grip with desperation. he babbled out incoherencies, cloaked in moans and whispers as his eyes, glassy, trained on you.

“kiss her again,” soap pleaded, cock jumping in his fist when gaz smiled at him, the points of his canines flashing in the low lighting. soap moaned, long and loud, the sound having you clench tight around the thick of gaz’s cock. “kiss her again, gaz. fuckin’ spit on her, too. fuckin’— jesus fuckin’ christ—”

gaz, still pistoning his hips against you, turned his head, your noses brushing, now facing you. he gently, slowly placed his lips back onto yours. you could hear soap whimpering, the wet faps of his cock, as gaz pried your lips open with his tongue and slowly delved inside.

the kiss didn’t match the fuck. it was slow, sensual. he licked at your tongue, along your teeth, lips moving in time with yours. his cock, however, pulled and pushed quickly— hips slamming into yours now, slowing only occasionally to grind into you, and press his piercing directly into your sweet spot.

you moaned when gaz stopped his quick thrusts to circle his hips, hitting just the right spot. gaz took the opportunity to lick one last time into your open mouth, before turning his face again to watch soap.

soap moaned loudly, shaking his head, almost trembling now. “nae, gaz, s’not enough.”

“not enough?” gaz uttered, slowly turning his head back to you. your lips were parted and smeared with saliva. his tone was teasing, not that soap really noticed.

soap whined louder. “need more spit, gaz. please, jus’ fuckin’ spit in ‘er mouth. make ‘er a right mess—”

gaz pulled back just a fraction, creating distance between you and him. he muttered to you as soap continued to ramble, “you okay with spit, baby?”

you nodded, a bit delirious with the way his cock was slamming repeatedly into your sweet spot, body burning up beneath him. of course gaz would ask— a particularly rough fucking with soap would earn a minimum of two globs of spit trailing down some part of your body, if not into your mouth.

“open up for me,” he cooed, one hand shifting up from your hip to wrap around your jaw. you opened your mouth, and he drawled out, “that’s my good girl,” before letting a substantial amount of spit drop from his parted lips.

he chased it immediately with his mouth, stuffing you full of his tongue, and all you could do was moan as the kiss became less slow and steady, more tongue and teeth.

soap moaned loudly. shatteringly-so. you felt the sound, desperate and wretched deep from his very soul, in your own being. it made you flutter around gaz, made your clit throb, and only then did you realise that you were so close to release.

“fuckin’— ah, jesus fuckin’ christ. yer both so fuckin’ perfect. mmm— m’gonna come.” soap panted like a dog, hips rutting like one too. poor mutt, banished to the end of the bed.

gaz sat up, kneeling once more, pulling your hips closer to him so he could get more leverage behind his fucks. hands on your hips again, he pulled you into his thrusts, making the fat of your tits and stomach bounce.

he looked over at soap while he did it. “you’re not thinking of coming all over your hand, are you?”

soap whined. “need it, gaz. please, let me—”

gaz quickly placed a thumb to your puffy clit, pressing and then circling. you gasped, then moaned, and the sound made soap’s mouth drop open, whimpers free-falling now.

“why don’t you ask for a place to come,” gaz said. soap still didn’t hear the teasing lilt past his desperation.

“please gaz,” he pleaded. “need t’come—”

“not me,” gaz smiled. the other hand on your hip moved downwards for a moment, and he smacked the fat of your thigh gently, but hard enough to leave a resounding slap sound. you whimpered, and he rubbed the spot with his palm. “you need to ask this pretty girl where you’re allowed to come.”

soap’s eyes grew wide, and when gaz nodded at him— you can move, johnny— soap was tripping over himself to scramble across the bed, cock still in one hand. he kneeled near your chest, body bending to place his face right alongside yours, so he could press his lips into your temple and smell you.

“pretty girl, please…” he whispered breathlessly, and your cunt reacted to his whine, tightening up as your climax grew white-hot in the pit of your stomach. gaz moaned above you, eyes on where you and soap were pressed up against each other.

“tell him, baby,” gaz ordered, voice still somehow so soft through his dominance.

you moaned, the only possible option coming to you— no pun intended— was, “inside me, please, johnny.”

soap had to squeeze the base of his cock hard so he didn’t spill his load right then and there. he moaned, strangled, into your temple, nuzzling you there before pulling back and locking eyes with gaz.

“m-my turn,” soap panted, beginning to shuffle across the bed.

gaz just laughed, still rutting into you with unfaltering speed. “your turn? johnny, you said she deserves it, right? deserves two cocks inside her tight cunt?”

soap moaned loud. so did you— and you came, clenching up around gaz, howling their names as pleasure racked through you. gaz fucked you through it, soap watching. and when the initial fizzing pleasure subsided, and when your body broke through the veil of overstimulation, another bout of pleasure creeping in, gaz stopped.

the gasp that left you was sputtered and broken. a tinny exhaust, your stolen pleasure like precious fuel leaving the tank. gaz looked down at you briefly with little more than a smirk.

he then looked over at soap with an even larger smirk. “come on then. make it fit.”

soap enthusiastically helped gaz flip you onto your side, wasting no time pressing his tip to your entrance already stretched out around gaz’s cock.

he willed himself not to come as he slowly pushed in, the stretch hot and tight. you mewled, and gaz shushed you gently. it’s not like you hadn’t done this before, but the initial intrusion was always something else.

“s’a bonnie cunt, this wee thing. all tight an’ wet, s’fuckin’ hot too,” soap rambled with just the flared head of his cock pressed inside you. next to him, gaz waited patiently, eyes locked onto the way your pussy gaped to accommodate them both. soap whimpered, “m’nae gon’ last, gaz.”

he pushed in all the way, shoving himself in beside gaz, bullying the ruddy head of his cock against your sweet spot. you writhed on the bed, body twisting as the spark of pleasure in your belly reignited. the weight of both johnny and kyle inside you was making you dizzy.

“good,” gaz replied quietly, hands stroking your hips and stomach. “now, don’t keep our girl waiting.”

they both began to move. synchronicity was underdeveloped, but it worked better that way. when gaz pulled outwards, soap was thrusting inwards, and vice versa. you were constantly full, pussy stretched taut, drooling down the curve of your arse and onto the once-freshly clean bedsheets.

you moaned low, your pleasure building low. a tingle in the base of your spine; a heaviness settling at the bottom of your stomach; a restlessness building in your legs. your bottom lip curled inwards, caught between your teeth, as they lured another of your orgasms to the surface— gaz, a cool-toned but shiny lure, and soap, a fast-quivering, rainbow lure. and they had you hook, line and fuckin’ sinker.

a frothy white ring appeared at the base of soap’s cock, the squelch of your cunt lewd and pornographic as he fucked you. he was starting to outpace gaz in his desperation, but gaz let him. he let soap tug at the leash of restraint— chasing his own tail, his own high, as he rutted himself into you with his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open.

whimpering. pleading. panting.

gaz took hold of soap’s jaw and turned his head, whimpers stopping only when gaz slotted his mouth against his. soap moaned into the kiss, tongue unfurling and sliding slick along gaz’s, teeth knocking together, spit trickling down his chin. he moaned again when gaz pulled away, noses brushing.

“come inside her,” gaz whispered. “be a good boy and come inside her.”

“oh, fuck—” soap broke off in a moan as he halted his movements and came hard. you moaned at the rush of heat inside you as he emptied himself against the plug of your womb, his cock twitching heavily inside you. you felt gaz’s cock— still moving shallowly— twitch at the feeling too.

the added warmth pulled you into the water. with a splash, too, as you toppled over the edge of pleasure and came again. you tensed up and came hard around their cocks, squeezing them tight between the warm, gummy walls of your cunt, arousal seeping out of you.

the air was rich and heady with sex, and while soap pulled out and flopped down next to you, gaz resumed his pace. he put most of his weight behind his thrusts, sliding you over onto your back once more and grabbing your hips. he pistoned himself into you, girth pushing more of yours and soap’s cum onto the bedsheets.

soap tucked himself against you, curling into your side with his cock, still wet, resting against his thigh. he watched you with sleepy eyes, leaning over occasionally to kiss you. his cock twitched. no doubt he’d soon be hard again.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy,” gaz muttered, thrusts faltering. a slight stagger in his rhythm. he groaned, watching the way your body rippled. “perfect girl. you’re doing so good, baby.”

you mewled, soap now attached to your neck, sucking the sweat-slick skin with a tongue flat to your pulse.

gaz groaned again. “oh, fuck— ‘m coming, baby. just lay there and take it.”

his hips finally slowed when he came mid-stroke, cum painting the walls of your cunt in hot stripes. like soap’s, you felt gaz’s release warm you, heat you up, your entire body held beneath the warm, briny water of pleasure. but the waves were subsiding now.

“good girl,” gaz uttered, thrusting a few more times to milk himself of his release. when he pulled out, leaving your puffy pussy gaping and drooling cum, he moaned and leaned down.

he sealed his mouth over you and kissed you gently. carefully. this was his aftercare.

you mewled, eyelids heavy. soap was still sucking at your neck, semi-hard cock humping against the plush curve of your hip. gaz watched the two of you with glassy eyes as his tongue curled inside you, eating the results of your session out of you.

he pulled back with lips wet and shiny, chin smeared with slick. “my good girl.” he then placed a kiss to your inner thigh, and then leaned across your leg to place a kiss to soap’s, too. “and my good boy.”

gaz and soap. moonstone and ammolite. different, yet similar. and you were something in between. a mixture of both, maybe. an opal.

per his ritual, gaz clambered over top of you until he could lay his body weight against you, his head resting on your tits. you smoothed your hand fondly along his face, petting him. you did the same with soap, carding your fingers through his hair, and then kissing his forehead.

gaz hummed, sleepy and content.

and if soap had a tail, it’d be wagging.

#soapgaz is popping off and yk what i had to get on my grind #appearing from the shadows to drop this and then running again x #this is unedited and probably incredibly grammatically incorrect but i literally don’t give a fuck #soapgaz #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz smut #soap smut #soapgaz x reader #call of duty #captainfern

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