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gloomwitchwrites · 14 days ago

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Hello there! For the 141 imagines and what if how about them seeing the reader for the 1st time in a dress, maybe while on a misson and they need to attend a party undercover or something like that. I like to think they would all be shocked after seeing reader mostly in uniform

hehe, omg anon, I'm giggling over here. From teammate to soulmate in a matter of seconds. (And totally one-sided.) They're all thirsty and horny in this one.

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Task Force 141 x Tf141 Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): swearing, dirty thoughts, jealousy, possessive behavior, pining, crush at first sight

Word Count: 800

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John Price

Sweat clings to John’s back, causing his camo to stick to his skin. It’s bloody hot in the safehouse. The stand fan on the table only pushes the air around.

He’s not alone. The rest of Task Force 141 along with Colonel Vargas, Sergeant Major Parra, and several Los Vaqueros linger in recline, waiting for you to emerge from behind the three-panel partition.

“You nearly done?” he calls out, striding toward the panel.

There is a muted mutter, and then you emerge. “You couldn’t find something longer?” you complain, pulling on the hem of the sequin body dress.

Fucking hell.

This is a far cry from fatigues and uniforms. The body dress hugs every dip and curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your hair is done, makeup flawless, and fuck—there were breasts under there all this time.

Blood rushes to his dick, and John discreetly adjusts himself. It’s a terrible fucking reaction to be having, especially for a subordinate. But you’re gorgeous, and John is just a man.

“Eyes up here, captain,” you tease, snapping at him like he’s a dog.

You’re enjoying this far too much.

John clears his throat, averting his gaze. “Get in the damn vehicle.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny smooths the front of his tuxedo and puts on an air of authority. Tonight, he’s parading around under the guise of hired security. His only job is to walk, to stand, to observe, and to listen. But he’s not alone. Somewhere, you’re lingering amongst the gala attendees. Johnny knows this, yet he hasn’t spotted you.

“How do I look?”

Your voice startles him, drawing his attention away from the crowd. The only word that comes to mind is stunning. Johnny has only ever seen you in uniform or dressed down in workout attire. This is elegance made real, and his mouth waters as he gazes over every scrumptious inch of you.

“Like a flaky scotch pie,” blurts Johnny.

You laugh. “A what?”

Johnny clears his throat. “You look nice.”

“Thank you, sergeant,” you murmur, glancing down demurely.

That one movement ruins him. By the end of the night, if you’re not going home with him, he’s utterly failed. To hells with the fucking mission. He needs you naked and on your back. Heels on.

“Keep an eye on me, yeah?” you croon, tossing a wink his way.

“Ever your guardian, lass,” he whispers as you disappear into the crowd.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Jealousy is a fickle creature. Simon hardly knows the flavor. It’s bitter. Acrid. A subtle coating that ruins everything around him. The two of you are on a mission but his focus is utterly obliterated. It’s a fucking stupid reaction, and Simon doesn’t understand where it’s come from. There is no reason for him to feel this way about you. You’re a teammate. Nothing more.

Yet he’s furious—wanting to slice off the hand of the man touching you. He squeezes your bare thigh and laughs with a lecherous air. You flutter your eyelashes and place your hand on the man’s chest. It’s feigned affection. Simon knows this. But it doesn’t change how he feels.

Before the two of you left the safehouse, you walked out in a barely there dress and pencil thin heels. With hair and makeup done, you were transformed, and Simon was transfixed. It took all his self-control not to reach out and touch you during the transfer—to draw you into his lap and make you beg for him.

Simon swallows down the rabid urge.

It’s fake. Fucking fake.

Just a few hours, and Simon can make a move.

He can make you want him.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Post-mission drinks always cut the stress, tearing away at the remaining bits of spiderweb-thin tension. Kyle sits at the high-top table with a pint in front of him, the remnants of the foamy head clinging to the sides of the glass. Johnny is perched on a stool next to him and Simon sits across, his gaze on the rugby match playing on the television. Price is playing pool with Laswell and Nikolai in the corner, the three of them engaged in animated conversation. And you? You’re nowhere. Haven’t even arrived.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Your breathy voice is a soft caress; a tone Kyle has never heard from you before. With a turn of his head, Kyle’s gaze falls upon a stunning woman. He’s seen you in uniform and fatigues, even fucking working out clothes, but never in a dress, and never with your hair done and makeup immaculate. You’re certainly posh. A fucking diamond.

“S’all right, love,” he replies automatically.

Love. As if you’re something more to him.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise, and Kyle silently swears. It’s a slip up, but he can play it cool. Always does.

Kyle pats the empty seat next to him. “Saved you a seat.”

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stopaskingme · 4 months ago

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The curious case of Adeyemi's (missing) watch in Conclave (2024)

the longer watch friend and I think on it, the more it blows our minds how intentional the costumers were wrt to the friggin watches in this movie. If you're interested in watch meta for Lawrence, Benitez, Bellini, Tremblay and Tedesco, I have linked the previous posts :D

This post is about Adeyemi's watch and what it means.

The Different Shorthands the Watches have throughout the movie

Despite like 100 close-ups of hands in Conclave, only six characters are depicted with watches. Only the serious contenders for the papacy.

Before the conclave starts, Watches are windows to a Character

they are quick snapshots of who a character is, or their current state of mind.

Tremblay and Tedesco: Watches with black dials, signalling their roles as antagonists; Bellini and Lawrence: White dials. more on Bellini later. Benitez: Digital watch face, neutral unknown

Two characters stand out because of how plainly the camera shows us their watches

– and then how completely those watches disappear once the conclave begins.

Benitez's Casio in his first full-profile shot, and Lawrence's Orient in the emotionally vulnerable bathroom scene

Which leads into the second role the watches play.

Once the conclave begins, Watches are Signals of Ambition

BENITEZ & LAWRENCE Their watches are gone. Even in settings which you'd expect to see them, like the bedroom. Because they lack any desire to be pope.

What's the point? Well, Adeyemi's Watch.

We see glimpses of it when he was still in the running for the papacy. But that's all we get. Glimpses. His watch cannot be identified.

It can't be accidental, since the movie has been so deliberate about who wears the watches. Rather, the camera refuses details on Adeyemi's watch because there's nothing more about him we needed to know.

ADEYEMI He didn't need to prove himself. He was the 'natural' successor. He led the votes in the first three ballots. He's the closest thing to a shoo-in candidate. That changes, however, when Lawrence comes to confront him. When he pleads with Lawrence to give him a chance, this unidentified watch peeks in and out from under his right wrist (left screenshot). By the following ballot scene, however, that watch has been stripped from him (right screenshot).

To hammer the point home, the camera shows us the individual candidates following the results of the next ballot.

Adeyemi sits with his hands tucked under the table. Tremblay has a watch, but as the new frontrunner, the watch is mostly hidden.

Bellini and Tedesco's watches are full-faced, out in the open. They are still actively chasing the papacy. Lawrence, on the other hand, genuinely doesn't want it, so his hands are firmly under the table.

The One Time Bellini loses his Watch

When Tremblay is outed for simony, his watch goes through the same treatment as Adeyemi's. More interesting to note is that Bellini loses his watch when he was prepared to support a Tremblay papacy.

True, he was in a nightgown when Lawrence shares the incriminating report with him. Most people don't wear watches with their nightgowns. At the same time, Bellini had also given up on his own candidacy.

After Tremblay is out of the running, look who's wearing a watch again!

Lawrence

Most telling of all is Lawrence's watch. The only time it appears after the conclave begins is – you guessed it – WHEN HE VOTES FOR HIMSELF.

And Benitez?

His Casio is hidden even during his game-changing monologue. It only appears in the final voting scene after he's lectured the curia.

Benitez might not have dreamt of becoming pope. Rather he'd grasped the situation at hand and knew what direction he'd steer the Mother Church given the opportunity. And that was enough.

His watch is symbolic proof of his conviction and visual proof of his character.

In short, the watches show up when the candidates need to prove themselves worthy of being the next pope.

They lose their watches when they are no longer eligible.

Going back to ADEYEMI when he realises he's lost his chance, Lawrence places his hand over Adeyemi's right wrist when praying for him, covering where his watch would be. Adeyemi's watch makes its last appearance when Tremblay is outed; his hope rearing its head. But he also realises he doesn't stand a viable chance because the watch is gone when he's clapping for Benitez.

After BENITEZ has been elected Tremblay's hands are beneath the table. The camera lingers only on the crack in his glasses. Bellini's Seiko Dolce is there in its full tank face glory. He was never 'disqualified' from the race. Should there be another conclave in his lifetime, he might run again. Tedesco's Oris out and in even fuller, naked display. He hadn't been 'disqualified' either. He could and would run if he's alive for the next conclave.

And after the conclave?

In the Room of Tears, Benitez holds Lawrence's hands. Benitez wears no watch. There's nothing more we need to know.

We already understand who he is and why he deserves to be Pope.

🐢 Conclave watches part 1 / part 2 / part 3

#conclave #conclave 2024 #conclave (2024)#watch meta #conclave watches #vincent benitez #joshua adeyemi #cardinal benitez #cardinal adeyemi #thomas lawrence #cardinal lawrence #goffredo tedesco #cardinal tedesco #cardinal bellini #aldo bellini #joseph tremblay #cardinal tremblay #character design #costume design

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gothicfied · 6 months ago

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(Squid game s2) Can you write a comfort fic about an insecure reader has past trauma and has endured Highschool bullying. When she joins the games and is in the group (Gi-hun, Dae-ho, Jun-hee & others) but once they meet Jun-hee she gets pushed aside and has to join another group in the second game. Feel free to change or add anything, the pairing could be Daeho x reader but it’s up to you <33

Never alone again - Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x Reader

Summary: After seeing you almost die, Dae-ho swore he wouldn't leave your side ever again.

Warnings: Mentions of death/dying, gunshots (typical squid game stuff), other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Word Count: ~ 1.2k

A/N: hii! tysm for the request and I hope I did it justice.

You believed Gi-hun from the start. You believed he was right, no sane person would just say stuff like that, right? That they kill each player who gets eliminated? He seemed too damn serious for it to be a lie. And lo and behold, he was right. People. Shot dead. Right in front of you. Red-Light-Green-Light was a traumatic experience. You wanted to quit, you wanted to go home, go home and hug your parents and just be grateful to still be alive.

It was like the universe had turned against you. How wasn't everyone scared out of their minds like you? Was money really all that mattered to them? A heated discussion broke out during the first voting, angry voices yelling at each other, accusing Gi-hun of lying. You took all the courage you had left in you to try and stand up for him, at least make it known that you sided with him. Past experiences, especially your school time, usually made it hard for you to speak up, but that shouldn't really be an issue right now — You could end up dead, that's what worried you. After the voting, that didn't go your way at all, Gi-hun showed gratitude for your courage to say something and suggested you'd stick with him from now on.

Added to your group were In-ho, the last player who actually voted 'O', Jung-bae and Dae-ho, who were both former marines. While eating the lunch provided to you by the guards, those two immediately bonded over their former occupation, which you found endearing. Even though you were currently still to shy to join in on their conversations, you were content with just having a group you could stick to — Because you were sure you absolutely wouldn't survive in here alone.

"And, what's your name?" Dae-ho asked, as hd took a seat on the stairs next to you, happily eating his food. When you told him he gasped, almost chocking in the process. "That's my sisters name!" he laughed, nudging your shoulder with his. You just replied with a little "Oh? No way." and then he began rambling about his life, about his four sisters, about how his father sent him to be a marine and so on. He closed his monologue saying "Anyway, that's a really pretty name." and then proceeded to ask you for your leftover food. He made you laugh, which was nice considering you all were stuck in this hellhole.

In Dae-ho's opinion, you two had a lot in common, even if you didn't at all. He suggested you slept in the bed right under his which was.. well, free now after the first game. At night, you couldn't help but overthink your interactions with not only him, but the other three guys, too. They were so nice and welcoming. All of them had a special attribute that will probably be useful in the coming few days.. and you? You had the feeling that you brought nothing to the table.

The next day, a vast majority of the players went into the second game with the impression that this will be Dalgona, like Gi-hun predicted. Apparently not. The female voice over the speakers ordered the players to form groups of five. "Ah, how perfect," In-ho smiled, "guess we'll be a group then." You looked between the men, nodding in agreement and just when you were about to say something-

"Excuse me, are you maybe searching for one more person-?"

"Oh, no I'm sorry, we're actually already five peo-"

"I'm pregnant."

The girl cut Jung-bae off, resting her hands on her pregnant belly. You raised your eyebrows in shock and no one really seemed to know what to do next. Oh, you felt bad for her. She must've been very desperate if she entered the games while being pregnant. You five were just looking at each other confused, until you took a deep breath: "It's okay, I'll find another group. She needs to be with people she can absolutely win with." You looked at the girl and she looked back, slowly giving you a grateful smile. "No it's okay I'll go-" Dae-ho tried to say, but you waved him off, shaking your head.

"Well.. No, you can't just.."

"Dae-ho," In-ho said in a low tone, putting a hand on his shoulder, "she's pregnant." he said, like Dae-ho needed a reminder of what was right in front of him. You weren't that important to the team anyways, and that girl needed your help. So, it was decided, and in the end you did find a team of three players who voted 'X', like you, and one who didn't. You felt fairly safe with these people and even if you didn't, you didn't have much of a choice.

The game was a six-legged pentathlon with five mini games you had to split between each team member to complete. Watching the first few teams go was an absolute adrenaline rush, given the small amount of time of five minutes, the first few players were shot on sight pretty early on. This made you nervous to the point where you could throw up. Your original group was sitting a few meters away from youd current one and you did lock eyes with Dae-ho quite a bit, him giving you reassuring glances or a thumbs up. You mustered up a smile, trying yo calm your thoughts down.

I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this-

Oh but you could. Your team, which came before Gi-hun's, barely made it over the finish line with three seconds to spare, making the crowd of waiting players roar and cheer and yell "Good job!". The most time you lost was at Gonggi, thankfully not your mini game. Being able to beat yours on the first try filled you with the confidence you needed, which was probably the only thing that kept you up on your feet. Speaking of which, the shackles, that bound your left leg together with the player next to you, were taken off of them and you were free to go. Well, back into the dorm area.

Anxiously, you sat on your bed and waited, for your team. Players streamed in, one after the other, just not the ones you were so desperate to see. You were biting your fingernails, your thoughts being flooded with the fear of them all just dying, being left alone to survive this shit.

Suddenly, you heard a voice call out for you. It was Dae-ho (who else?) who basically sprinted to you. Before you could even stand up to reciprocate his hug, he pulled you up into his arms, squeezing the air out if his lungs. "Do you know how scared I was?" he sounded really out of breath. You didn't reply, just hugged him back the best you could and watched Jung-bae laugh to himself, watching the two of you. "I'm so glad you're alive! I'll never let you do that again, okay? Next time, I'll be the one to find another group.. not you okay?" His word vomit just wouldn't stop.

"Let's hope there won't be a next time."

"Obviously there won't be, I won't ever let you leave again."

#squid game #squid game fanfic #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #squid games x reader #squid games #kang dae ho x reader #kang dae ho #dae ho #dae ho x reader #player 388 x reader #player 388

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floralpools · 1 year ago

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Professor Howlett

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, no protection, fingering, vaginal, doggy, pet names, squirting, age gap (legal!), first person

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Student (Mutant) reader

Summary: Your history professor always seemed uninterested in you—well, that was until you missed his class.

Word count: 2.7k

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Throughout high school I’ve always kind of stood out. To be honest, I only have myself to blame. But, you see, bright colours and statement pieces are just so much more appealing than wearing something bland. And unfortunately, I did more than just “stand out” that day, just three weeks away from senior graduation. That fateful day… I was so close to the finish line when my stupid ex-boyfriend discovered my secret and outed it to the entire student body.

Truth is, i’m a mutant…

That’s what led me across the coast for most of the past year, running from god knows what. I had heard the stories of mutants being hunted and missing, and I didn’t intend to stick around long enough to be next on someone’s hit-list. I prayed I’d at least make it to my 20th birthday.

But then, my days of swindling folks for cash and food came to a stop, when I spotted a man with red-tinted glasses watching me. His invested gaze observed my every movement, so, I quickly grabbed all my shit, and the last bit of petty change I managed to get, and sprinted into the crowd.

Just when I thought I was in the clear, my face collided with a broad, firm chest. I pressed the heels of my palms into it, and felt the cotton of his white shirt, and the rough, yet smooth texture of his worn leather jacket.

Logan Howlett—or should I say, Mr. Howlett, my history Professor...

After he and Scott captured me, I was dragged by the ankles to their school for the “gifted.” I still remember cringing when they told me where we were headed. But once we arrived, and I saw all the kids who were like me, going about their lives freely, I knew everything would be more than okay.

And one thing I knew for sure, is that I wouldn’t mind attending Mr. Howlett’s class. Did I know jack-shit about history, yes. But I’ve always had a thing for the older guy, and from what I’ve heard, he’s more than enough in that department.

...

This morning, racing out of my room, I swore profusely at the time... Just my luck. The one day of the week I get to see and listen to Logan talk for an hour straight, my alarm malfunctions.

Multitasking between attempting to put on my hot-pink heels, wrapping my sparkly bag over my shoulder, and locking my door, I missed the approaching figure behind me.

“It’s past 11, where do you think you’re headed?” I swivel on my toes, spinning to face Storm.

“Class?” I sound meekly, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“The only class you have left today is at four. You’ve already managed to miss the rest,” she scolds plainly.

“Noooo,” I fake astonishment and defeat, as I slowly back away from Storm's scrutinizing stare.

She calls my name after I’ve taken at least two large steps backward. “Logan wants to see you,” she states, visibly exasperated.

“Oh?” I straighten my spine, stopping my next step short. “Ok!” I exclaim, a little too perky. She huffs a faint smirk and walks off, and I take flight, zooming to Logan’s class room where he’s most likely waiting, dozing off in his chair.

Lo and behold, after knocking once and receiving no response, I open the door to see him snoring. With his legs fully extended, and feet resting on his desk, I bask in his lengthy physic. Then I giggle, moving towards him.

“Mr. Howlett?” I call politely before clearing my throat rather loudly. He grunts in his sleep and I smile. “Mr. Howlett?” I repeat even sweeter. A second later, I swear he mumbles my name and my heart stutters, and yet, he’s still sleeping.

I move in closer to his ear. “Logan,” I announce rigidly, and the change in tone makes him flinch, legs falling off the table, eyes popping open.

He rasps my name, his voice echoing throughout the classroom. I refused to move away from where I stood, despite the closeness. I wanted to seem unaffected by him, though in truth, I was anything but.

With his lazy eyes roaming over my skin, my heart thrashes wildly, beating against the cage I call my ribs. Logan then clears his throat, and rolls his eyes to look away from my attire, as he usually does—giving me a once-over before hauling his focus back to his lecture.

“You missed class. ‘sn’t like you,” he notes, almost to himself.

“Yes, and I’m sorry-“

“I hope it wasn’t cause you were too busy picking that outfit.” Logan scoffs and my eyes widen.

He’s always made snarky comments, and this wasn’t anything new, but every damn time he does, I still can’t help the boiling feeling in my lungs that makes me rise to defend myself.

“No, maybe I just felt like sleeping in?” I declare. A short-lived chuckle escapes him.

“And you’re just gonna admit that?” He smirks as he faces me. “I don’t like kids skipping my class.”

“First off, I’m an adult, second, you don’t care when kids skip your class,” I retort with a grin that beams across my face. His smile drops the second mine comes into full form.

He’s never seemed fond of my smile, or maybe it’s just me…

“You don’t skip my class.” He states once again, and my head quirks in confusion.

“Um, I’m sorry?” I try to compromise, “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” He remarks dangerously.

My brows furrow. “Okay…? I don’t get why it matters so much to you Mr. Howlett.” I place my hands on my hips, gazing down at him in his chair like I'm reprimanding a child. Which he is not akin to, especially given the fact that he’s the teacher, not me.

Logan lifts off his chair, standing up, leather heels hitting the wooden floor. I almost gasp when he towers over me, clearly trying to intimidate. “Watch your tone, or I’ll fail ya,” he counters, fighting a smirk.

“What?” I yelp, and his smirk breaks through his stoicism. My jaw goes slack. “Mr. Howlett, that’s not funny!”

“What isn’t funny, is you pretending like calling me 'Mr. Howlett,' doesn’t turn you on.”

I freeze, suddenly drowning in disbelief.

Was this one of my daydreams? Am I really awake right now?

“You heard me— you damn highlighter,” he asserts, eyes flickering to my outfit again. “Call me Logan for fucks sake, if you’re really an adult.” His gravelly voice loses all its humour, and I stay glued to the spot. “Get outta here, would ya,” Logan then orders before he leisurely retakes his seat, getting comfortable for his next nap.

Unable to drag myself away, my eyes refocus on the subject of my desires. A wave of urgency takes over. “Why do I have such a thing for assholes.”

Before Logan can respond to the insult with some more hostility, I sit on his lap, dropping my purse to straddle his hips. I then cup his perplexed face and crash our mouths together. He grunts in surprise, as if he didn’t expect me to retaliate, as if he didn’t expect that I would actually want him this way.

He really is all bark.

Half-heartedly, Logan tries to pull away in between kisses, whispering my name as a small protest, but he immediately gets muffled by my lips. When I grind on his lap, his objections quickly turn into a fierce groan.

Logan then takes my hips into his large hands, tightly gripping my flesh to push me back onto his desk. I whimper as his crotch stays stuck to my core, even as he manhandles me. One hand then moves from my hip to my neck, holding it, then it slowly sliding to my jaw, grasping it to give me a hungry, pressing kiss. His tongue laps my mouth, completely dominating the kiss. I struggle to breathe.

Just as I’m about to pull away to comment on how eager he seems, his other hand flips me over with ease. My stomach is now on top of his desk, his crotch, like iron against my ass, and his hands trace down from my shoulder blades, to my bum. With my head hung over the desk, I pant, practically drooling.

“You’re asking for detention pinky,” he mutters, and I respond by pushing back into his hard cock.

“I'm a sucker for extra attention, teach,” I breath out as sensually as I can muster. He chuckles lowly, and I shudder. The pressure of his crotch doesn’t change, and his hands continue their unhurried venture of me.

“You like attention?” Logan asks, his tone becoming surprisingly soft. His voice makes me shiver and whimper, yet again.

“I like yours.”

“Just mine?” He questions darkly, telling me exactly what he wants to hear.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His voice drops an octave when he swears, rolling his hips into me once more. I moan loudly. “Shhhh princess, you tryna alert the entire building?” He asks with amusement evident. I shake my head, no, and he just dips his head to laugh by my ear. “Good, because I don’t like sharing your attention,” he says passively, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “And I’d like to be the only ‘asshole,’ that gets to see what’s under these ridiculous clothes.”

“Hey!” I object weakly, and feel his smile before he leans back. I turn my head over my shoulder to catch him peering down at where our bodies meet.

“You probably want me to fuck you on this desk.” He speaks as though I’m not here to hear him. “Ya probably want to be taken right here, so that every time you’re sitting in my class, you can imagine me inside you.” He trails off as his hand pushes up my shirt, touching my lower back. “But we can’t do that,” he sighs hoarsely.

“Why?” My reply is so quick that I have to grimace.

He chuckles without humour. “Because… if we did, I’d get hard every time I’m in this fucking room, and that ain’t the smartest idea.” I moan at his crudeness and gasp when he suddenly pecks my naked spine, just below the clip of my bra. “Christ—even your lingerie is pink huh?” His chuckle sounds like silk. “Imagined it would be.”

My legs rub together at his words.

“You imagined it?”

He pauses. “Hell yeah I did, though I tried to fight it,” he muses in between a groan. “It didn’t take me long to figure you wanted this too, princess,” he murmurs almost proudly.

After a long beat of silence, and a little grinding, I speak up again. “So now what? If you’re not going to make love to me here.”

He slowly pushes the hair over my face, behind my ear, tilting my head to face him just a bit. He then leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’ll come to you,” is all Logan says as he reluctantly wrenches himself from me, just after giving my ass a mellow slap. I gasp and nearly pout at the loss of touch. We then hold eye contact as he backs away. “Get going, otherwise you’ll be late for class,” he teases airily, and the edge of his lips twitch upwards. I nod and rush out the room with a grin plastered on my face—which stayed on my face for the rest of the day.

...

After a long, vigorous day, I finally collapse onto my plush bed with a hefty sigh.

“Took you long enough,” a dark voice rings out. There’s a hint of a familiar sass that makes me jolt upright. I spot Logan leaning on my wardrobe. His tight shirt strains against his chest when his arms cross. “Been waiting to ‘make love' to ya all day,” he claims with a goading tone, repeating my earlier remark.

(My best guess is that he assumes I’m a virgin from that sentence alone.)

In an attempt to remedy my reputation and sexual appeal, I sit up on my bed, elbows bracing my body upright, and I slowly spread my bent legs. Biting my bottom lip, I feel his eyes shift down and blacken. “Get on with it then, Logan.” His name rolls off my tongue. The challenge makes his head jerk in an almost feral manner, and I gulp.

“You’re asking for it,” is all he mumbles before pouncing on me. Our limbs tangle and I moan as his leg presses into my clothed clit.

“Please,” I just about sob, to which he responds with an aggressive kiss and another crushing rub of his thigh.

I moan louder, and he grunts, “You like that?” I shove my hands into his hair, running my fingers through the thick strands. He lets out a coarse groan.

Loving how vocal he is, I decide to encourage him by groping his cock over his rugged jeans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out when his mouth leaves mine. He then runs his tongue over my neck and collar, soon nibbling on my earlobe. His thigh continues to make work of me, and I match his pace, grinding against his jeans. “You're so dirty,” he grins while his nose brushes my rosy cheek, and then he's kissing me. “I love it,” he professes with amusement, and something more gentle.

Just as I begin to undo his belt, he flips me over onto my stomach just like before. Then, when I'm lying flat underneath him, he grabs my hips to lift them towards his crotch as he kneels above me. “That thong better be pink,” he jokes as he strips me bare. He groans in satisfaction when I’m left in just my underwear, tailored for his viewing. “Unreal,” Logan practically purrs.

I wiggle my ass playfully, and he growls and smacks it harder than he did in his classroom. I squeal into my pillow, immediately going quiet when I hear his belt being ripped from the loops of his denim. Leaving my underwear in place, he runs his digits over the lace, making me whine, "Logan."

With his name on my tongue, it shortly turns into a cry as the lace covering my clit gets moved to the side, and two meaty fingers dive into me. "Shit, princess," he rasps. "How am I gonna fit?" He asks rhetorically, and I choke a sob, as he wastes no time building up an energetic pace, with his fingers.

He swiftly tears an orgasm from my trembling body, still holding my hips up with one hand. When his fingers leave, I hear his mouth clean them, and I swing my head to face him hastily, but he shoves my head back into my pillow. "So eager," he more or less snickers.

"Very," my smothered voice emits, barely audible.

I nearly shriek when his tip swipes my wet slit. Logan, without notice, suddenly pushes himself inside me, with an agonizing slowness, but I quietly persist. "Atta girl, that's it," he lazily groans out encouragements. My hands pathetically slide onto his thighs, unsure if I'm urging him for more, or begging for discretion.

At once, he shoves himself in all the way, and I let out an extensive sigh. His palm, which was just holding down my head, joins his other hand on my abandoned hip. He lets out various curses, along with my name, and begins to move, in and out. Soon enough, he's pounding into me at a savage rate, completely untamed. As well, it seems purposeful, how he simultaneously bends down to growl and moan in my ear, still thrusting.

He stirs another orgasm, still notably, not experiencing his own. "You look real pretty like this princess," he begins to ramble. "Gonna do this every fucking day." The rest of what he says gets lost in translation, as I grow overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Thoughtlessly, I try to crawl away while he still has my lower half hoisted up. Once Logan realizes what I'm up to, my pitiful effort has him laughing. "Where ya going?"

"Lo, it's too much-"

"Lo? Call me that again, it's cute," he hums.

"No more," I whimper, ignoring him.

"Just one more baby," Logan coos, while somehow increasing his pace, making me cum instantly, squirting a little. His moan rumbles in his chest, and he doesn't stop hammering into me. I grip my headboard, and one of his arms stretches alongside mine, to do the same.

When he cums, his grip snaps the wood, breaking a part of the headboard, making me shout in between sobs. He seems to not notice the damage, too busy finishing on my backside.

After a long minute, he slumps his large frame beside me. One of his arms stays drifting across my skin as his eyes intently coast over my features. "Maybe consider skipping my class more often," Logan expresses as his lips slightly tip upward. He presses his lips onto my shoulder.

I smile, giggling, "Why?"

"Cause it doesn’t matter where I fuck you, there's nowhere I won't get hard looking at that pretty face," he smiles dreamily, "And you're impractical wardrobe.”

I giggle, "You have a way with words," I pause and smirk, "Mr. Howlett."

He rises onto his elbow with a devilish grin, "Now you're just begging for it princess."

Part two

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aureatelys · 7 months ago

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like cherries in the spring

pairing: aaron hotchner/fem!bau!reader rating: explicit w.c.: 4k bc i cant stop myself

content warnings: 18+ PLEASE MDNI, porn without plot, consensual somnophilia (mentions of discussing it beforehand), intercrural sex sorta, thigh fucking sorta, brief v fingering, eventual p in v, light dom/sub undertones, light bondage (being held down), light choking (just a hand on your throat), unprotected sex, no y/n, established relationship, employee/boss relationship duh, self indulgent <3

summary:

You were barely conscious when you felt something poking your butt.

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You were barely conscious when you felt something poking your butt.

You try to blink awake, immediately blinded by the sunlight filtering in through the blinds. For a second, you think you’re still in Los Angeles with the California heat making your clothes stick to your back, working on a kidnapping case, which means you need to get up and get ready fast.

However, someone stirs behind you, and you realize you’re not in California. You’re home, in your bed, and being spooned by Aaron.

You try not to sigh in relief so as not to disturb him. He needs the rest, obviously, based on the fact that Aaron tends to get up like clockwork at 8 in the morning, even on his days off. You crane your neck to check the clock on your bedside table. Nearly 9:30 in the morning.

You’re almost tempted to wake him up, knowing that Aaron will be secretly annoyed and feeling like he slept the day away, but then you remember how late it was when you got in last night. The team just got done with a case in a Los Angeles suburb and decided to fly back home despite how late it was, which meant that it was really late when you finally made it back home. You distantly remember leaning on Aaron’s shoulder, trying not to fall asleep standing up, and him grunting for everyone to take the following day off and hearing everyone let out a tired cheer. You weren’t able to sleep on the jet, envious at everyone else’s ability to take a nap as soon as they closed their eyes, and kept Aaron company while he finished his notes.

You remember sitting across from him, the glow of the reading light shining on him with his head ducked over his files. He was clearly exhausted just like everyone else, evident by the bags underneath his eyes and the way he attempted to hide his yawn every couple of minutes, but you know that he always makes an effort to try and finish the paperwork the same day while the case was still fresh on his mind.

You had a book open in front of you, long forgotten, as you rested your chin in your palm and stared at your boyfriend.

He glances up at you every now and then and shakes his head to himself, smile on his face, when you make no move to stop staring almost dreamily. It’s not your fault he’s so handsome, even when he’s running on 4 hours of sleep.

“Ridiculous,” he had muttered, feigning annoyance, however you felt him knock his feet against yours underneath the table. Something warm settles in your chest at that.

You remember stumbling into Aaron’s apartment, through the living room, and falling face first into the bed. You hadn’t even bothered to change into your pajamas, but you were just too tired to care, evident by passing out as soon as your face hit the pillow.

It didn’t matter now, however, as you felt Aaron’s body pressed up against yours, so warm it was nearing unbearable. You felt his soft exhales against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and the beginning line of his morning wood poking your ass. You felt the soft comforter brush against your bare legs and realize that Aaron must have changed you in your sleep, leaving you in your panties and a tank top.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling utter want tugging at the bottom of your stomach. It had been a couple of days since you guys had done anything, even with the shared hotel room. Working on a kidnapping case in a shitty hotel with thin walls didn’t really set the mood, no matter what anyone said. Sure, you and Aaron were able to sneak in some heated kisses and touches, but never more than that before both of you were falling asleep with case files and medical reports at the foot of the bed.

You carefully pushed your hips back against him, feeling his cock twitch against you. Aaron shifted, throwing his arm over your waist, however his breathing was still deep and heavy. He was usually a light sleeper, a result of the job, so him not waking up from that must mean he was more tired than he let on.

You’re still groggy, but an idea slowly forms in your head. Of course, you two didn’t get the chance to discuss this last night, but you distantly remember a conversation several weeks ago where you told Aaron you wouldn’t mind too much if he woke you up by touching you or going down on you and whether he would be interested in you doing the same to him.

He had given you a look so dark, pupils blown and a smirk slowly forming on his mouth, that you wanted to drop to your knees right there in the kitchen.

Instead, he leaned forward to press a kiss to the side of your head and mutter a “Some other time, dirty girl.”

Now seems like the perfect time.

You move your hips back again, relishing in the way you can feel Aaron’s cock grow bigger, harder. You wiggle and let out a breathy sigh when you feel him migrate to between your ass cheeks. It’s not enough and definitely not close enough to where you really want him, but it feels good. Dirty, just like Aaron had said.

You move up on the bed a little more, careful not to stir too much, lifting your hips from the bed a bit until his clothed cock was between your thighs and pressed right against your pussy.

You moan at that, clenching your thighs when you feel that familiar throbbing in your cunt, wishing he was already inside of you.

But this feels good too. Two layers of clothes between Aaron’s thick cock and your wet pussy. You start to move your hips against him, breathless at the way the head of his cock barely grazes your clit. You can feel the wet spot undoubtedly forming on your panties, your wetness helping his cock glide against you.

You feel yourself get carried away, chasing the small sparks of pleasure running up your spine just from feeling the girth of his cock against your hole, when you feel Aaron’s arm that’s draped over you move.

You freeze, though you’re not sure why, it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong, when you feel his hand come up to grope at your breast over your top.

You hear him hum, still breathing warm air against your neck, and feel him somehow press closer against you. You wait for him to say something, either teasing you for being so horny and rubbing up against him or wordlessly tugging his briefs down to press his cock against where you need him, but there’s nothing.

He’s still asleep.

You exhale in relief, ignoring the nagging thought in your brain saying why are you into this, you freak, but then Aaron’s hand on your breast starts moving, just barely groping.

You’ve known that Aaron has always been a touchy guy behind closed doors, always hungry and wanting to be close to you wherever he got a chance. He’s said it’s because he loves your body and not being able to touch you at work drives him crazy, and you can tell he’s telling the truth from the way his jaw clenches when you lean over his desk to hand him a file or the look he gives you when you cross your legs sitting across from him on the jet and your skirt rides up.

At home, you let him have his fill. He’s constantly groping your tits, pinching at your nipples. He’s grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing, and grabbing your hips so hard he leaves bruises. He has a hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face into the mattress or wrapping his large hand at the base of your throat, putting light pressure as if a reminder of who you belong to. He loves touching you and you clearly don’t mind, however you’re seriously wondering how obsessed he is with your body if he can touch and grope you in his sleep.

He's squeezing your breast and canting his own hips against you. You feel his cock twitch again and the wet spot he must be leaving through his briefs drags against you and your thigh. You bite your lip at that, unsure whether Aaron was about to wake up or not.

You feel his hand move from your breast to your abdomen, fingers just barely brushing over your nipple, making you almost jump, and wrap his arm around your middle. You hear him grunt, something masculine and deep that makes you want to lose your mind, and feel him thrust into you, rutting into you like he can’t control himself.

You whimper at the feeling of being constricted, imagining Aaron’s veins popping out of his forearms. Not caring whether he’ll wake up, you reach down to pull at his briefs just enough so his cock pops free. You sigh at the feeling of hot flesh against your thigh and your mouth waters when you feel precum leaking down the head of his cock, smearing on your panties and thighs.

You wait and strain your ears to listen to Aaron’s breathing. Somehow, it’s still steady.

You’re starting to get impatient, just about to throw this all away and wake him up to sink down on him, but then you feel his bare cock press against your hole through your panties and it just feels so good. You know that if Aaron wakes up, he’s going to want to fuck you fast and hard and honestly, you’re having a lot of fun teasing yourself.

He stops humping into you, the arm around your middle relaxing, and he grumbles a bit and presses his face against the nape of your neck. His breath tickles you.

You start moving your own hips again, just barely, enough to feel the slow drag of his cock against your clit through your panties. They must be absolutely soaked through right now and you desperately wish you could just take them off without waking Aaron up and press the head of him into you, stretching you out. A sweat starts to break out on your back and on your neck and Aaron’s body heat, naturally running warmer than you, isn’t helping but you don’t care.

You hear a sharp inhale, a particular deep thrust against your pussy, and then a “What do you think you’re doing?”

You freeze, feeling like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar and not like you were humping desperately against your boyfriend like a teenager. “Uhm.”

His left arm moves up from where he was still wrapped around you, brushing purposefully against your nipples and making you whine, to wrap his hand around the base of your throat. He doesn’t put any pressure, but just the weight of his hand is enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I said,” he whispers, exhaling against your ear. He thrusts his hips once against you, making his cock slide against you better in a way you could never replicate. “What are you doing?”

You swallow, unsure on how you want to play this. The low deep rasp of his voice this early in the morning always sends you reeling. “Nothing.”

Aaron hums and the grip he has on you tightens just a bit before he’s trailing down your chest. This time, he flicks your left nipple, making you jump and bite your lip at the same time, and moving down past your stomach and to your pussy. “This doesn’t feel like nothing, honey.”

His hand traces the waistband of your panties and the curve of your hips. The callouses on his fingers are rough, but familiar, making you squirm against him. Aaron hisses at that and it’s like he finally snaps as he reaches between your legs and roughly pulls your panties to the side to thrust his cock against your bare cunt, hips slamming into yours.

“In fact, it feels like you’re being a dirty girl, rubbing up on me like you can’t help yourself.”

Your gasp morphs into a moan when you feel the head of his cock finally brushing your swollen clit, no clothes in the way. Now you can feel how sopping wet you are, making the glide of his throbbing cock against your pussy smooth and perfect. This whole thing feels dirty, like you’re trying to take what you can get before you can get caught even though there’s no one else home with Jack being at a sleepover. The thrusting of his hips against yours to rub against your wet folds just makes you think about him fucking you into the mattress until you’re a whining mess. “Aaron…”

“What do you want, baby?” Aaron murmurs, starting to press soft kisses behind your ear. Hearing his early morning voice again makes your insides turn into a puddle. The warmth of his body and his cologne from yesterday still barely detectable is intoxicating, making you spread your legs a little so his cock nestles deeper against your wetness. You start to move your own hips to meet his and the lewd sound of your pussy and his hips slamming into yours is so so hot.

“Please…” you whine, the words dying in your throat because your head is swimming, and you don’t know exactly what to say. You secretly hope he knows what you want—what you need.

Aaron suddenly gets up to sit on his knees and moves you with a hand on your hip so you’re laying flat on your front, face pressed into your pillow. You nearly cry at the loss of pressure against your clit, but he quickly puts a hand on the back of your head to shove your face into the pillow. He straddles your thighs, roughly moves your panties aside again to insert a thick finger inside of you.

You moan wantonly at the feeling of finally being filled, the sound muffled against the pillow. His finger goes in easily due to how wet you were, but the feeling of being stretched even just a little bit make you feel drunk.

“Is this what you want, pretty girl?” He moves his finger in and out of you fast, almost rough, but it’s still something and it can still make you come if you try really hard since you’ve been playing with yourself for what feels like hours.

You already start to feel the beginning pressure at the pit of your stomach, clenching and unclenching around just one finger. Your clit is barely getting anything out rubbing against the sheets, but you don’t even care, having been on edge for days. “Yes, yes—Aaron…”

Aaron hums casually from behind you, as if you guys were talking about the weather. “Are you going to come for me?”

You nod furiously into the pillow, moving your face to the side so you can breathe more easily. “Yes, yes, please—”

Suddenly he takes his finger out of you with a loud and vulgar noise, nearly making you scream in frustration. You’re about to yell at him, maybe even turn around and smack him on the shoulder, until you feel your panties being quickly tugged down your legs, the head of his cock up against your hole, and then pressing in.

“Oh…,” you moan, nearly sighing in the familiar feeling of being properly filled. There’s a slight burn from that stretch you secretly love. The hand he had pressed against the back of your head migrates to the back of your neck, grabbing a hold of you so possessively it makes you squirm.

Aaron leans over you until his face is next to yours, his soft moans like music to your ears as he bottoms out. “Fuck, baby, you’re still so tight…”

You try to crane your neck to look at him, desperate to see his face. He has his eyes closed, brows furrowed in concentration, most likely trying to resist immediately fucking into you. His hair is almost artfully mussed, fluffy and falling into his face. Yesterday’s stress is gone and instead is replaced with absolute desire. His other arm is pressing into the mattress so he can hold himself over you and you nearly start to drool at his bicep bulging out, the veins in his thick forearms prominent.

And as if he can feel your eyes on him, his eyes open. They’re dark and piercing, pupils nearly blown out. There’s a hint of that damn smugness in the corner of his mouth, but it smooths out into something softer around the edges when he leans in to press a closed-mouthed kiss against yours. He knows how much you hate morning breath.

The tender action makes something clench in your chest and you wonder again how you got so lucky.

All sweet thoughts fly out the window when Aaron pulls out slowly until just the head of his cock is in you. You moan at the sudden loss and squirm, knowing how much he likes seeing your hips move.

Just like you predicted, he growls and slams back into you, pressing his hips against the flesh of your ass. “So needy.”

“Aaron, please…” you beg, moving your arms from underneath you to behind you in an attempt to touch him, feel him, something.

Because Aaron is Aaron and somehow can read your mind, you feel him grab both of your wrists together in one hand to press against your back. You have no leverage now and can breathe a little easier now that he’s not pressing down on your neck, instead his other hand gripping onto your hip.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give what my dirty girl needs,” Aaron coos, almost mockingly in the way that makes your heart stutter, and then he starts fucking you so hard the breath gets knocked out of you.

He’s relentless, no more teasing and rubbing up against his cock. The grip of his fingers on your hip and wrists are tight, hopefully enough to leave bruises, as he essentially pulls you on and off his cock. He fills you out so good, hitting that spot inside of your pussy that sends sparks up your spine, making you feel like your brain is short circuiting. It’s like you can’t even think anymore, which is a normal occurrence when Aaron fucks you like this, and all you can hear is the wet sounds of your pussy, his hips slamming against yours, and moans that he’s not bothering to hide anymore.

You distantly can hear yourself begging to come, nearly screaming yourself hoarse. You’re sensitive, nearly overstimulated with the way Aaron is pounding into you, and you just want to come already. The sheets are wrapped around your thighs, barely rubbing against your clit, and it’s not enough and you arch your back the way he likes, move your hips in an effort to tell him to touch you. “Fuck, oh my God, Aaron.”

“You need me to touch you, baby?” Aaron says, breathlessly, and you know he’s close too, probably holding off until you come first because you know that’s something he likes.

He must be just as impatient as you are because he’s immediately releasing his hold on your wrists to wriggle a hand underneath you and rub your clit in a way that was delicious but almost rough, almost painful enough that it sends you over the edge.

You choke on your moan as you feel your pussy clench on his hard cock, squeezing your thighs together. Your hands find purchase clawing at the sheets underneath you, wrists tingling from where he held onto you. Your mind blanks out, empty besides the sheer bliss wracking your body. Aaron keeps fucking you, keeps flicking your clit, groaning your name and it just adds to your orgasm, nearly making you roll your eyes back into your head.

You feel him fuck you faster, harder, and you had just begun floating down from your orgasm when Aaron comes inside you with a deep and guttural moan. You’ve always loved hearing the noises he makes; how manly he sounds, how deep his voice can get, and the way he whispers your name like a prayer. The noise he makes when he comes, however, is definitely in your top 3.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” Aaron grunts, thrusting into you one last time. The hold he has on your hip is nearly painful, definitely bruising. You moan unabashedly at that and the feeling of his warm come inside of you, filling you up. You clench down on him one last time, milking him for all he’s worth, and you hear Aaron’s choked laugh behind you.

He slips out of you, and you feel his eyes on your pussy; probably swollen and absolutely a soaking mess with your wetness smeared all over your inner thighs. He hums, finally satisfied, at the sight of his come dripping out of your cunt, dripping down your slit and onto the sheets. You feel his thumb come and trace your hole, gentle, but making you squirm nonetheless at how sensitive you are and sending a shock through you. His hand is on your hip again, squeezing in a warning, silently telling you to take it.

And you do, keening softly when you feel the rough pad on his thumb brush your clit, smearing his come around. You always had an inkling that Aaron was dirty, with his domineering voice and the way he so easily takes control of a room when he walks in, but you were in for a rude awakening when you both finally stopped dancing around each other.

You hear Aaron inhale sharply when you clench and unclench, probably pushing more wetness out onto the sheets, and you almost brace yourself for his cock to press against your hole again when you feel the bed dip and Aaron getting up to the bathroom to help clean you up. You’re only slightly disappointed, but then remember it’s not even noon and you got the rest of the day left. You bring your arms to cross and rest your head on them while you wait, smiling to yourself as the languid relaxation seeps into your bones the way only getting fucked out of your mind does.

Aaron is tender and gentle while he cleans you up. Underneath all the stoic and cold demeanor, Aaron has always been a huge softie and loves taking care of you, no matter the occurrence. You feel that care when there’s large hands and a towel, warm on your thighs, your hips, your ass as he presses his lips to the bottom of your spine. You feel the barely there scratch of his stubble and hum.

When he’s done, he crawls up the mattress to his spot and settles down with a huff. He immediately is wrapping around you, flinging his arm and leg over you to pull you in closer as you laugh. Your face is pressed against his chest, flushed pink, and you impulsively press a kiss there against the wiry hair. You feel him kiss the top of your head, no doubt smiling because he secretly loves the attention you give him.

“You okay?” Aaron asks, so soft in a way that makes you want to wiggle further into him.

Instead, you push back a bit to look up at him where he’s already watching you, eyes affectionate. Your legs are tangled with his, hips pressed against each other’s despite knowing how sweaty he is. His mouth, usually in that straight line, has softened, and the sight of his bedhead and relaxed brow makes you want to spend the next week touching him all over. His cock pressed against your thigh, half-hard, tells you that may be possible.

“Perfect,” you say, and then you push at his shoulder until he flops on his back, gazing up at you almost reverently as you climb on top of him to straddle his hips.

One of his hands wander up your thighs until he settles on your hip. His hair falls into his face, his eyes still drowsy but the hunger plain as day. He brings his other arm to rest above his head, against the pillows, in a clear show of his muscles that makes your mouth water. He looks devastatingly handsome and just so hot, it’s really not fair.

“Good morning,” he says, casually, as if you’re not quietly losing your mind.

You give him a devilish grin and push your hips back until you can feel the head of his cock against you, already hard and leaking precum against your ass. Satisfaction curls up your spine when his small smile falters and his jaw clenches. You lean down, knowing that he loves the feeling of your breasts pushing against his chest and nipples dragging, until you’re hanging your lips right above his.

“A very good morning, it is.”

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twmz-03 · 2 months ago

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LADS: When they find out youre not wearing panties

idk why i thought of this but its a good hc to think about … 🤔

Suggestive themes!!!!! Also youre wearing a dress btw for “easy access”

All headers come from pinterest

Zayne:

First, im going to say you guys are at his office and hes currently “working”

It started off simple and sweet. Asking how was his day so far and how was your day. Since he was only doing paper work he allowed you to stay with him in his office and keep him company.

Until things start getting a little heated. You start massaging his neck and then his shoulders and then you kiss him. However those kisses turn into longer more desperate ones until you end up sitting on his lap straddling him.

His hands start caressing you from your back leading down to your ass and then your thighs…slowly sneaking his way up under your dress then realizing… “wait… shes not wearing anything..”

He gets so flushed and opens his eyes asking “hey! Youre already exposed ?! I cant have you like this in public.” He then proceeds to lead you by the hand and clocking out calling it a day before taking you home and continuing the deed.

XAVIER:

THIS IS BASED OFF THE NIGHTLY Rendezvous. So you know xavier has you pinned against the damn wall. Or window. Hes holding your body so close to his, kissing your warm skin. One hand holding yours against the glass and the other finding its way down your waist, again to your ass slowly lifting your dress to see your cute panties.

However lo and behold hes actually surprised to find you wearing nothing. Hes so used to seeing you wearing cute lingerie with bows and lace but now that youre not wearing any. It made him extra hard. And just like that he takes you to the couch and eats you out.

Sylus:

Now with sylus, you two are at a gala. A very important event with very important people. Evil and Good.

Sylus has you near him at all times holding you by the waist. So as you and him are standing at a table drinking and chatting with another couple, he starts caressing your side. Going up and down slowly with his long fingers. Until his hands start going lower and lower to your ass. It is until then he realizes he cannot feel the string from your panties.

He doesnt show it, but he is so excited and turned on. Hes like “i suppose its okay since shes wearing a satin dress.” Like of course you would be able to see every line. So then he interrupts the couple and excuses himself, taking you with him. After you leave the venue, you teleport to your hotel. He lifts you up bridal style and carries you to your room and gently places you on the bed towering over you.

“How bold of you my love…” he says kissing you. First youre kind of confused until he lifts up your dress revealing nothing but bare skin. “Oh… surprise?” He chuckled ever so slighty. He then continues to kiss you building up the mood before he slowly starts grinding his clothed, hard cock against the slick of your wet cunt.

RAFAYEL:

Youre getting ready for bed changing into pjamas. Tonight you decided to wear just a silky night gown. However rafayel loveddd when you wore these little dresses. He thought they were the cutest things ever but you made them look sexy.

“Yayyy! You look so good.” He says as he cuddles you right away as soon as you get on the bed. Kissing your ears and neck. He loves touching you (i want to say because he love art and hes “studying human anatomy”) but yeah he loves it. So he starts massaging your breasts, to holding your hips and then lifting up that little night gown.

You finally lay on your back, not separating from his lips moaning into every kiss. His fingers are looking for the hem of your panties but he cant find it until he slowly moves his fingers toward your exposed hot wet fold. “I see you came prepared cutie.” He says moving one finger up and down your clit before inserting one finger at a time.

I hope yall enjoyed this. I couldnt sleep so i decided to write this fanfiction headcanons. What better thing to do when you cant sleep huh. I also didnt add caleb because i know nothing about his character but once i figure out more by playing i might add him. Again if you have any suggestions or headcanons you want me to write about let me know im all ears. 😴

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prettydaisygirl · 2 months ago

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please more streamer james!! maybe he flies her out to meet in person and she’s off camera behind him during one of his streams and he can’t focus :)

Hello, my love! Thank you so much for taking the time to send me a request, I appreciate it! I am OBSESSED with streamer!James <3333 I changed it up a bit to have reader surprise James because I had an idea, hope you enjoy it lovie! :)

streamer!James Potter x fem!superfan!reader who surprises James at a convention ✿ 1.2k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as live-streamers, reader is obsessed with Prongs/James, James is in love with reader, established relationship, suggestive

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Your whole body is shaking. Not from fear or adrenaline. From excitement.

You had just gotten off of your plane, landing in Los Angeles. Your boyfriend didn’t know, but you had bought tickets to his favorite convention to surprise him in person. James, as well as the other Marauders, have their own panel and meet and greet set up there. James doesn’t know that you bought tickets…

But Remus does. Since you and James have become more official, you’ve gotten to know the other Marauders more personally. When you came up with your brilliant idea to surprise James, you knew Remus was the one to go to. He helped arrange your flight, discussed the plan, and even arranged another room for you and James tonight so you don’t have to sleep with the four of them. He’s very sweet, and you understand why he has such a big audience.

You get your things settled in your hotel room, checking your appearance in the mirror. You feel extra pretty today, and you’re relieved. You’re practically bouncing off the wall with excitement. Honestly, you’re worried you might have to hold yourself back from jumping James’ bones.

You make your way to the convention hall, in awe of the different panels and booths. There are thousands of people here, some in costumes, some you recognize from their videos or streams. It’s amazing and overwhelming at the same time.

Your heart stops when you spot it. The Marauders panel stage. You see the line of people waiting for the meet and greet, a small area to the side of the main stage for fans to stand with the Marauders, say hello and get pictures. Remus told you to wait to be last in line, that way you could get a few extra minutes with James. Remus really thought of everything.

You wait in line, hood pulled up just to make sure James doesn’t see you before you reach the front. You watch the other fans in front of you, some of them girls that seem very excited to meet your boyfriend. You would feel jealous except you know James only has eyes for you, he’s very open with his feelings and affection for you.

The line moves slowly, but you don’t mind. You watch James interact with fans, adoring the way he smiles brightly for every single photo. The four of them really seem to care about their fans and supporters, you admire that. The closer you get to the front of the line, the more nervous you are. Your body trembles lightly with anticipation.

You finally reach the front of the line, only for James to step away for a drink of water. You shrug at the other boys, who laugh brightly. Sirius even throws an arm around your shoulder.

“You come all the way here, and he doesn’t even look at you!” Sirius calls out loudly to get James’ attention, but he seems focused on gulping water from his excessively large water bottle. He probably assumes you’re just another eager fan waiting for him, thinking you can wait a moment.

“I know!” You say back to Sirius in jest, “Ridiculous!”

It’s your voice that gets his attention. James’ head snaps in your direction, water spilling down his chin and over his shirt. He doesn’t waste another moment even closing his water bottle, tossing it down onto the table and running at you. He throws his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggle happily, hugging him back tightly.

“Oh my God,” James is breathless, and he leans down to kiss you for the first time. It’s perfect, it takes your breath away, and he tightens his arms around you like he can’t believe you’re really wrapped up in them. “Bloody hell, angel.” His words are muffled between kisses and the other Marauders wolf whistle at the two of you. You’re sure other fans notice, that they are taking pictures or recording, but in this moment neither of you care.

He lets out soft moans into your mouth as he kisses you, his hands feeling anywhere and everywhere they can on your body. When he seems to finally be able to control himself again, placing several pecks on your lips before pulling away, he is completely lovestruck.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, cupping your cheek with both hands before one slides through your hair. His eyes take in all of you, and your arms are still wrapped around his back tightly.

“Remus helped me get tickets,” You tell him, and James shoots Remus a thankful grin. “He got us a hotel room too.”

James’ lips part and he looks down at you. He tugs you close, brushing his lips over your cheek before he’s whispering in your ear. “I can’t wait to see what your boobs look like in person.”

You laugh out loud at his words, and James grins but his eyes shine with an obvious hint of desire. His lips are on yours again and you know the two of you are probably already trending.

You stay wrapped up in James’ arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other until he has to go on stage for the Marauders panel. He presses his lips to yours over and over again, not wanting to pull away. He keeps his fingers linked with yours until the very last second and as he steps on stage he calls out to you “sit in the front row!”

You do sit in the front row.

James watches you with heart eyes full of adoration for the entire panel. The audience laughs when he gets distracted by you while answering a question. A few of the fans ask about you and James spends far too long answering those questions that Sirius or Remus have to cut him off.

The internet is already shipping the two of you, it’s obvious how in love you are with each other. There are pictures of the two of you kissing and hugging that are trending, and girls are swooning at the way ‘Prongs’ looks at you.

James hops off the stage the moment the panel comes to an end, gathering you in his arms again. His lips are all over your skin, his hands grasping at you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, relishing in the physical feel of him actually here in front of you.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” James says softly, and you nod. He slides a hand down to take yours, interlacing your fingers. He tugs you toward the door but pauses when Remus calls out for him.

“Prongs!” James stops, turning back to look at his friend. Remus has a knowing look in his eyes and James grins brightly. “Don’t forget we have another panel in the morning.”

“Okay, Moony!” James calls back with a thumbs up, tugging you closer. He laughs loudly when Sirius calls out this time, his voice behind the two of you as you head toward the exit, hand in hand.

“Don’t stay up too late shagging!”

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insatiable | spencer reid x reader

Spencer learns how amazing sex is with you, but gets caught up with work. You show your boyfriend how good it can feel even if you’re not together physically, and he shows you how much he misses you when he gets back.

part 1 - addicted to you | part 2

wc: 4.6k, rating: 18+/explicit

tags/warnings: established relationship, phone sex/video sex, mutual masturbation, public (bathroom) sex, brief mentions of typical BAU stuff (not in detail), meeting the family (literally reader meets the BAU), brief mentions of alcohol, making out, vaginal sex, getting caught (not in the act but afterward lmao)

a/n: this is what an insane person does when they're sick for two days and have nothing better to do over the summer. this is a second part to addicted to you (you don't have to read the first part but it does provide some context for some details within the fic), with inspiration taken from a lovely comment I got on ao3 that made me feel kinda crazy. i included some textfic elements in this fic as well which i hope reads well (bold text is spencer)! also I know early seasons spencer technically sets this around 2005-2007 but they have smartphones and video calling (aka present day) so please suspend your disbelief for the length of this fic lmao (p.s this fic is also on ao3!)

Your boyfriend gets whisked away for work sooner than you expect. Spencer’s supposed to have time off the rest of this week, but you suppose killers aren’t exactly respectful of an FBI agent’s time off of work. It’s downright cruel when he’s called in to work on a Friday evening, when you have dinner and wine set at the table, having gotten ready to spend a quiet, romantic evening in with Spencer.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, rushing to change out of his sweatshirt and joggers into his typical work attire. You stand in the doorway of his room, mildly amused while Spencer panics to put an outfit together. “I know you had a whole evening in planned, but–”

“Don’t be, baby,” you assure him. “You have a killer to catch. Oh, that one– the blue cardigan looks good with those pants. It matches your socks.”

Spencer smiles as he looks up at you, reaching for the navy blue cardigan to his left. He tugs it on rather hurriedly, comes up to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re the best. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You shake your head. “Just find the bastard quick and come home to me.”

“I know. I will,” Spencer says.

After the both of you found out just how much Spencer liked fucking you, you were really hoping that your weekend together could be spent in his bed, but duty calls. Technically, JJ had called him in, but you’re not concerned about specifics right now.

You spend the evening alone in Spencer’s apartment, half of the wine finished and his TV playing reruns of some show you haven’t been paying attention to. Your eyelids feel heavy, and Spencer’s bed is so comfortable you can’t bring yourself to leave it. That is, until your phone buzzes on Spencer’s nightstand, and you’re suddenly very alert.

I miss you, darling. > hey, i’m surprised you have the down time to text. i miss you too I’m really sorry I had to leave so suddenly. We’re on the jet right now. > i told you it’s okay! i’m surprised the jet has wifi lol Taxpayer money, I guess? We land in LA in a couple of hours and we’re heading straight to the PD to work on the case. > my poor boyfriend is working so hard instead of cuddling me in bed :( How you tempt me, lovely. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Are you going to sleep soon? It’s late. > yeah i’m staying at yours for the night and maybe until you get back? really miss you already Okay, that’s good. I know. I’ll call when I’m in the hotel and settled for the day? :-( > yes please. also stop sending emojis with noses they aren’t supposed to look like that!!! They aren’t anatomically correct without them. The way you send them > babe they’re emojis it’s ok if they’re not anatomically correct Hahaha I love you. > lol i love you too! Goodnight, love. > goodnight spence <3 <3

You can imagine, especially from the way Spencer recounts it, how his coworker Derek must be teasing him about smiling at his phone, about how pretty boy’s lucky lady must be one hell of a woman to get Spencer so smitten.

You would say you’re rather independent, especially in relationships, but Spencer has you acting like a clingy girlfriend. You can’t help but feel an ache in your chest as you long for him while he’s away, feeling like a military wife whose husband is out instead of being normal. To be fair, being with Spencer has never been “normal” – he always has something interesting up his sleeve, or some quirk that makes you even more enamoured with him.

Your Saturday is relatively uneventful, milling about Spencer’s apartment. You laze around in bed for way too long, enough where Spencer would’ve definitely hauled you out of bed himself an hour ago if he were here. You make yourself breakfast, unsurprised that Spencer only has cereal in his pantry and almond milk in his fridge. You sit down with one of his very sophisticated literature books but you don’t get very far with it, and opt to clean Spencer’s apartment instead.

It’s when you’re sweeping the floor that you realise just how much you like Spencer, feeling so strongly attached to him already. You’ve said your ‘I love you’s, given him his firsts. You were staying in his apartment even while he was away– hell, you’re even cleaning his apartment for him.

Just for a moment, you let yourself fantasise about this being your apartment – yours and Spencer’s; about waking up to him every morning, about making breakfast for the both of you that isn’t cereal and almond milk, about coming home to each other instead of an empty apartment.

You sigh and get back to cleaning.

You’re settled into his bed, surrounded by the comforting scent of him when Spencer finally does call. You almost drop your phone in your excitement to pick up.

“Hey! Hi, Spence,” you say, unable to help the smile that’s forming on your face.

“Hello, love,” Spencer answers. He sounds a little tired. You can imagine the little furrow in his brow, obviously exhausted and dissatisfied from a full day’s work of catching some bastard in LA, and you wish you could be there to kiss his frown away. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Spencer. Long day?”

“Absolutely,” Spencer sighs tiredly. “This UnSub is so slippery. No convictions, no paper trail, nothing, and he’s killing every other–” Spencer starts to ramble but he catches himself. “Sorry. I won’t talk about work right now. It’s pretty grim.”

“It’s okay,” you hum. “Do you want to talk about work right now?”

Spencer makes a little noise. “No, no. I don’t want to bring that to you. Let’s talk about you. How are you, honey?”

Honey. The name makes your insides feel all gooey, soft and warm and lovely. “I’m- I’m okay. I stayed at your place, cleaned up around here. I’m thankful it’s not as much of a man cave as I thought.”

Spencer laughs through the phone, a breathy chuckle. “Thank you for cleaning up for me, love. It’s just a lot of nerdy stuff, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s endearing. I tried to read one of your books earlier and could barely get past the first ten pages.” You tell him, garnering another chuckle from Spencer. “I like your place a lot.”

“I miss you,” Spencer says again. “Waking up to you and having you around is so much nicer than this dingy hotel room I’m in.”

“Aw. Taxpayer money couldn’t upgrade you to a better room?”

Spencer snorts. “No, but I lucked out on getting the room all to myself.”

There’s a pause as you figure out what to say, and Spencer is quick to follow up, “I didn’t mean–”

“Does this have something to do with you missing me, baby?” You can’t help but grin. Spencer makes a distressed little noise over the line.

“Well, I– Maybe, but we don’t have to–” Spencer stammers, unable to find the words. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I want to, Spence,” you coo. “I miss you so much.”

You hear Spencer exhale shakily. “What– What do I do?”

“A genius like you hasn’t forgotten how to touch himself, has he?” you tease, Spencer whining on the other end at your words. “Does that eidetic memory of yours come with an overactive imagination too?”

“Surprisingly, no. Hyperphantasia is more of being able to visualise different types of situations in one’s mind, and that’s what usually is associated with an overactive imagination. Having an eidetic memory is more about high-precision recall after seeing something even just once. I think having an eidetic memory pretty much ensures you don’t have aphantasia, or the inability to see and create mental images, but yeah.”

Ah, even his nerdy ramblings turn you on.

“So does that mean you can recall the way I looked in bed a few nights ago?” you prod, and you wish you could see how red Spencer must be by now.

“Well, yes. Of course I can. How could I ever forget how beautiful you looked then?” Spencer’s words are sweet, earnest, and you melt.

“Then picture that,” you barely get the words out because you’re so smitten. “Imagine I’m right there with you, Spencer.”

You hear the rustling of the sheets, and Spencer’s little telltale whine as he wraps his hand around himself. “O-Oh–”

“I miss you, Spence,” you drawl. “Miss the way your cock fits inside me. You miss my tight cunt, baby?”

“Your mouth is filthy,” Spencer laughs breathily. “But yeah, I do. You always feel so good around me.”

“You’re touching yourself, yeah?” you ask. You get a little whine from him as an affirmative, but your imagination is running wild – you want to see him. “Can you show me?”

“Yeah, I just– Do you wanna switch it over to a video call? I can’t–”

You laugh at your boyfriend’s lack of technical prowess, tapping at your phone screen until the top half of his face comes up. “Hey, I’m just trying to find a good angle–”

“Don’t just flip the camera and show me your dick, please. That would be so unsexy.” You say.

Spencer furrows his brows. “I was not planning on doing that, for the record.”

You watch the phone move until Spencer comes into frame, the phone likely propped up at the foot of the bed and exposing all of Spencer to you. You might be drooling right now.

“This is… a lot,” Spencer laughs nervously. “I feel so naked.”

“You’re mostly clothed,” you quip.

“Ha ha,” Spencer laughs dryly. “I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”

“Phone sex? Or calling your girlfriend so you can jerk off for her?”

Spencer gives you a deadpan look. “Both, honey.”

You grin. “I’m glad to be your first. Now, show me how you make yourself feel good, baby.”

Spencer’s cheeks are a gorgeous rosy red when he takes his cock into his hand again, his tip leaking as he strokes himself slowly. With his eyes fluttering shut, Spencer’s lips part as he indulges himself in his pleasure. Like this, you indulge yourself in admiring all of Spencer – the flush on his cheeks that runs down to his neck, his breathy panting as he touches himself to the thought of you.

“Spence,” you sigh. “You’re so pretty.”

His eyes shutter open as he looks at you, somehow even redder than he already was. “You’re the pretty one, darling. Are you– Will you touch yourself for me?”

You hold back your moan as you nod. You were already in your underwear when you had slid into Spencer’s bed, but now all it takes is you sliding your fingers past the waistband to feel how wet you already are between your legs. “Oh, Spence.”

“Do you feel good, love?” he hums, voice only a little bit strained from his immense pleasure.

The embarrassingly loud squelch that results when you sink your fingers into yourself is enough of an answer. Spencer grins, and you’re red in the face as you rock your hips down onto your own fingers. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, honey,” Spencer laughs. “But I wish I could feel you right now.”

“I know, I miss the way you feel inside me,” you pant. “Please, Spencer–”

“Take off your underwear,” Spencer’s voice is breathy as he pleads with you. “I want to see you.”

You prop your phone up so your angle matches Spencer’s, both of you on full display for each other. You watch the way Spencer’s eyes widen when you slide your panties off, the way his eyes are trained on your figure through the screen. He says, “You’re so wet…”

“All for you, baby,” you sigh, leaning back as you slide two fingers back into yourself. You scissor them rather hastily, craving the hurried way Spencer fucks you. “It’s not the same without you here.”

“I know,” Spencer hums. “You look so good like that. I wish I could make you feel good right now.”

You moan, pushing your fingers into yourself deeper, barely hitting where Spencer reaches easily. The squelch from between your legs is obscene. “You do, baby. You’re making me feel so good, just thinking about you.”

In practically a whisper, Spencer admits, “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

You let out a weak cry, impossibly turned on by your boyfriend’s filthy admission because you didn’t even think he had it in him to say it so bluntly. You slide your fingers in and out hurriedly, your palm giving you the friction on your clit that you crave so desperately. “Spencer–”

Spencer lets out a strangled cry, muffled behind his hand, when he comes. It’s sudden, Spencer’s load painting the soft skin of his stomach, his cock twitching. You moan as you follow suit, wetness drenching your hand as you ride out your own orgasm, imagining his cock inside of you.

“Oh, fuck.” Spencer gasps, head thrown back as you watch his chest rise and fall as he breathes heavily. His forehead and neck are covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his cock out against the rest of his rather soft, innocent looking outfit is making you giggle just a little.

“You look really hot right now,” you say instead, wishing you could be laying next to him while he recovers.

“I think I should be saying that about you,” Spencer laughs. “You’re gorgeous. You’re so stunning.”

“How long are you going to be away?” You pout. “I like it when I can actually kiss you after you compliment me.”

Spencer smiles sympathetically. “I’ll be back soon, my love.”

“I’ll take phone sex with my boyfriend as a consolation, then.” You wink, making Spencer laugh.

“Remind me not to get too loud, though. I think Emily is in the room next to me and I really hope these walls are thick enough.” He says, sounding vaguely concerned.

You laugh, and stay on the line a little longer just to relish in a peaceful moment with Spencer.

The next day, when you’re out getting groceries to stock up Spencer’s fridge, you get a text from Spencer.

I don’t know how much Emily heard last night, but she’s been looking at me funny all morning. > lol oops? If we call again tonight, we might have to keep it down. > if? not when? :) I love you so much. > i know and i love you too :) and you should probably apologise to emily about last night Well, if we’re calling again tonight then maybe I should just give her one big apology when all of this is over. > good idea. now go catch your killer so we can go back to having sex irl Okay!

Unfortunately, Spencer gets too busy to call you again that night, the team working overtime to catch their UnSub, whose kills were escalating exponentially. You don’t find yourself bothered by it, by Spencer disappearing for the night with nothing more than a message sent your way, instead relishing in the fact that it’ll feel even more rewarding when he comes home.

You’ve never felt this way before, craving Spencer so desperately while he’s away at work. While you’ve only been together a couple of months, you respect that Spencer’s work takes up a lot of his time. It doesn’t mean you don’t miss him, though, as much as you enjoy your alone time.

All of the team’s hard work pays off, though, because they’re storming into the UnSub’s lair by Monday afternoon, and Spencer texts you when you’re just clocking out of the office.

Great news! We caught the guy. We’re packing up at the PD and coming home soon. > omg!!! that’s so great The team wants to go out for celebratory drinks. > you should totally go ahead and celebrate with them spence! you guys worked your asses off on this case We did. But I’m telling you because I want you to join us. I want you to meet the team too. > oh? i would love to but are you sure they want me there? Of course, sweet girl. Derek wants to know who has me smiling at my phone half the time, and Emily is asking who I’m calling in the middle of the night. > omg so she did hear you … I think so, love. > … i will apologise to her tonight then I’ll send you the address. Love you > love you too spence <3

There’s just enough time for you to get home and change into a nice outfit – a tight, red dress that hits your mid-thigh, your hair curled and your makeup touched-up before you head to the bar Spencer’s sent you the address to. While you know Spencer’s team is lovely, you do want to make a good first impression.

You see Spencer’s gangly form at the bar when you get there, the rest of his team facing away from you as they get their drinks. You see Spencer’s face brighten as he spots you, raising his hand and waving to you excitedly. The rest of his team notices, and turns to look at you too. You would be shy at all the attention, but Spencer’s unabashed adoration of you, especially in front of all his friends, is giving you more than enough confidence to walk up to the group.

“Hello,” you smile, and the warmth you feel from the team makes you feel welcome already. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

You shake hands with Hotch and Rossi as you introduce yourself. While you had heard of Hotch as a rather cold, serious Unit Chief, the way he warmly smiles at you makes you feel at ease. “So, you’re Spencer’s girlfriend. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“It’s great to meet you too, sir,” you answer rather instinctively, making both Rossi and Hotch laugh heartily.

“Aaron might be Reid’s boss, but he certainly isn’t yours,” Rossi chuckles.

Before you can feel embarrassed by it, you get pulled into a tight, warm hug by Penelope, and when she lets you go, JJ hands you a drink, and Derek and Emily are regarding you with knowing smirks.

“Reid, you are one lucky man,” Derek says, after pulling you into a welcoming hug. “Don’t mess this up, lover boy.”

“I know,” Spencer says, his hand reaching for yours. You lace your fingers with Spencer’s, squeezing his hand comfortingly. “And I won’t mess this up.”

“Lover boy is right, considering what I overheard the other night,” Emily says, looking at you and Spencer pointedly. JJ also has a knowing smile on her face, and you feel your cheeks get hot.

“I’m really sorry about that, Emily,” you smile sheepishly. “I hope Spencer’s apologised for it too.”

“Again, I’m sorry you had to hear that,” Spencer says, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Emily. “I would say ‘We won’t do it again’, but…”

You shriek amidst the laughter of Spencer’s coworkers, Spencer laughing along as he holds onto your waist. You feel adored, so readily welcomed by Spencer’s friends, and you feel like you belong, by Spencer’s side.

After you chat with the rest of the team for a little more, they eventually disperse to do their own things, leaving you and Spencer alone. Spencer looks at you with such adoration in his eyes and you feel like you’re going to melt. “Hi,” he says warmly.

“Hi, Spence,” you say. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Spencer smiles. “But I’m here now.”

“You are,” you breathe, giddy with excitement, and lean in to kiss him. It’s a quick peck, but Spencer pulls you back in like you’re the air he needs to breathe. He kisses you deep, eager, pouring every drop of himself into you. His hands cup your face sweetly, kissing you until you feel breathless.

“Oh my God, Spencer,” you giggle when he finally pulls back, eyes wild as he regards you. “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have no idea,” Spencer laughs.

“Do we need to pretend to keep our hands off each other or do you just want to go and make out in the bathroom?” You say simply. You don’t expect Spencer to be down, considering how quickly he’d rattle off the statistics about the germs in a public bathroom, but Spencer smiles at you and pulls you toward the single stall.

You’re thankful it’s a relatively big, clean-looking single stall bathroom, Spencer locking the door behind you as you lean back against the sink. Spencer’s taller figure crowds you in with ease, and you feel swallowed up by him as he kisses you again. He’s desperate, eager as his tongue slips into your mouth, his little noises so deliciously sinful as you kiss him back.

“Spence–” you gasp, in between kissing Spencer back. “Oh, baby–”

“What we did over the phone wasn’t enough,” he murmurs, eyes unblinking as he gazes at you. “I need you right now.”

Sure enough, Spencer’s hard in his pants. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his erection against your thigh. You whimper, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. “Please, Spence. You can take me right here, right now.”

You feel just as desperate as Spencer seems, his hands eager as they roam up your body. He’s eager to touch and squeeze and grope whatever he can get his hands on, and you relish in the way his large, sturdy hands grab your thighs, your waist, your breasts.

“You look so good tonight, my love,” Spencer grunts as he presses his face to your neck, his lips kissing up the column of your neck hurriedly. “So gorgeous. Letting me show you off to all my friends too– Thank you, you’re so perfect–”

“Spencer,” you gasp, hand sliding down to rub at his hard-on. You’re so turned on by how aroused Spencer is already, from just kissing you, from just touching you. “Fuck me, please?”

Spencer exhales shakily, lifting you up slightly so you can sit back on the countertop, your legs spread to accommodate Spencer between them. You’re soaked through your underwear, and you watch Spencer marvel at the sight. His hands are shaking slightly as he undoes his belt, pushing his pants down just enough to get his cock out. He’s hard and heavy and leaking, and you find yourself drooling as he strokes himself momentarily.

Spencer’s biting his lower lip in utter concentration, pushing your dress up and out of the way. You expect his hands to slide your panties off, but instead his fingers push the fabric aside, revealing your slick, wet entrance that he presses the head of his cock to. “Oh–”

“Like this,” Spencer says, breathless, his sentence not even fully coherent but you understand, especially when Spencer pushes the tip of his cock into you. You muffle a sob into your hand, feeling so on edge as you accommodate Spencer’s length.

The burn is perfect, the slow drag of his cock inside of you teetering between pain and pleasure. It’s a primal urge the both of you desperately need to fulfil, and the way he presses into you satiates you so perfectly. Your arms slung around Spencer’s neck, you cry out weakly as he rocks his hips into you, already brutal and hurried with the pace.

You’ve never felt this undone, so desperate that you’d let yourself get fucked in a bathroom stall. You barely have any alcohol in your system, for you to feel reckless enough to do something like this. Hell, Spencer hadn’t even taken your panties off before he’d started fucking you. The fact that prim and proper Spencer of all people is making you like this makes your head spin.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you whimper into his shoulder. “So good, Spence, oh–”

“You feel so good,” Spencer groans, hips stuttering as he tells you just that. “You’re so perfect. I love you.”

“I love you so much,” you hiccup, feeling Spencer drill into you, the muffled slap of his thrusts hitting the back of your thighs. You’re so overwhelmed, pleasure zipping through you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, as Spencer fucks you like you’re the only person in the world that matters right now.

“I’m close,” Spencer gasps, pace growing uneven, hurried, as he chases his pleasure while trying so hard to make you feel good too. “Please, I–”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, too sudden, too quick. You clench around Spencer as your body shakes, Spencer fucking you through it with desperation. You don’t expect to come so quickly, but you suppose missing Spencer has an effect on you.

You squelch obscenely with your release as Spencer continues to fuck you, needy and hurried, moaning in your ear as he stumbles into his orgasm too, wracking through his body like he has no control over it. You feel his load spill inside of you, hot and messy, his hands trembling as his thrusts slow.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, laughing slightly. “Holy shit, Spencer. We just had sex in a public bathroom, this is crazy.”

“We just had sex in a public bathroom,” Spencer echoes, sounding mildly panicked. “Oh, my God.”

“It was very fucking hot.” You assure him, holding his face in your hands to look him in the eyes, stopping him from overthinking. “But we should probably go home, because I’m a fucking mess between my legs right now.”

“I might need to take a shower,” Spencer says, his voice wavering slightly. “The sink is technically the most germ-ridden surface in a public bathroom, the damp environment makes it a–”

“Spencer, I love you so much, but for your sake and mine, let’s not talk about germs right now.” You shudder at the thought. “I think I need to take a shower after that too.”

“Let me clean you up, and we can go home.” Spencer, despite his germ anxieties, is rather sweet in cleaning you up. Your panties are ruined with fluids, and you’re starting to feel Spencer’s load trickling out of you when you stand back up, but you relish in the fact that you’re going to be back at his apartment soon enough.

(The fact that Spencer hadn’t corrected you when you called his place home, makes your heart sing.)

You clean up your makeup and make your hair look as presentable as it can be, especially after your boyfriend has literally fucked you in a public bathroom, and when you both look presentable enough, you try to slip out of the bathroom casually.

Unfortunately, Derek and Emily are right there, catching you in the act of leaving, obviously noting the way you and Spencer look absolutely dishevelled.

Derek raises his eyebrows, grinning. “Damn, lover boy.”

“Shut up,” Spencer retaliates weakly, his voice slightly shaky.

“We’re heading home first,” you say with all the confidence you can muster, trying very hard not to feel extremely embarrassed in front of Spencer’s very smug friends. You’re still holding Spencer’s hand, and you feel a little less afraid. “It was fun getting to meet you guys.”

Emily shakes her head playfully, smiling. “We’d love to hang out more with you another time. Maybe when Reid isn’t so desperate to get alone with you?”

Spencer makes a displeased noise, but you smile and nod at her. “Definitely.”

Derek and Emily let you slip out of the bar without saying much else, and you hope that the rest of Spencer’s team doesn’t hear about it.

As you and Spencer step out of the bar and into the cool, evening air, you kiss his cheek once more. “I love you. Now, let’s get home so we can shower. And then we can have sex again in the comfort of your bed?”

Spencer grins, any earlier embarrassment seeming to melt away. “That sounds perfect. God, I love you.”

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The Twins

Nearly 5k One Part ‘series’

Summary— Oscars twin sister travels with him everywhere since racing and Lando tries to get her on a date.

Warnings— Third person POV (she, they, knows all) ; introvert-ish ; Piastri!Sister ; angst ; drinking ; best friend! Logan ; Danny ric mentions ; short smut ; the rest of the warnings will spoil it.

A/N— the long awaited, twins fic

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They used to be the quiet duo, a watchful pair, people would say. Although when Oscar got into F1, everything changed. Their bond didn’t falter, however their lives changed drastically. When she found out her twin was in a high class sport, she knew she had to go with him, what else would she do with herself without her twin?

So travel they did. Neither of them ever getting tired of each other. Not to mention Logan was also there and she loved him like another brother. Her shy demeanor towards everyone else stayed. Lando toyed with her, flirting every now and then to make her shy away and blush.

Today was no different, only he had just won a race and they were out partying at a private club. No phones, cameras, or disposables. She didn’t like to party, but she’d go all out nonetheless.

“You have to party hon.” Logan teased. Getting his nickname from her crush on Danny Ric and the nickname he called her, honey. She blushed at her childhood best friend and pushed him playfully. “I’m serious! Relax, there are literally no cameras in sight.” He seriously was a college frat boy at heart.

“I don’t party Lo, I show up for moral support.” She responded, sipping the soda she ordered earlier in the night. Logan rolled his eyes at her and grabbed hold of her hand. She rolled her eyes and gave in to the man’s antics.

He spun her on the dance floor and twirled her in to his chest. “You remember the dance from Prema!” Logan dragged. She helped the boys with a lot of their Prema challenges and couldn’t resist showing Logan she hadn’t forgot. Once she was satisfied with dancing she returned to her corner.

“Balled up in a corner as always, Piastri.” Lando teased. Her cheeks flushed and she stood her ground, not making eye contact. She knows he’s smirking. “I saw you dancing with Logan.” He whispered, tapping the table and walking away. She looks at him walking away and he winks.

She hoped the torment was over, however she was far from that. Daniel hobbled his way towards her after a few drinks. “Honey, come dance with me seriously.” He said smiling and laughing. She playfully rolled her eyes giving in to the Aussie. He has been her crush forever, she would never deny him a good time. They danced and drank.

Once Oscar had realized she wasn’t in the corner like she usually was, he knew she got her hands on a few drinks. Fucking Danny Ric, he thought to himself. He sighs heavily at his teammate and set his drink down. “Osc, what’s wrong?” Lando asked as Oscar disappeared to the crowd of drunken mechanics and drivers to find his sister.

He dragged her through the crowd and back to the table with Lando, making her sit down on a high bar stool. “You’re such a dick.” She mumbled, her dress misplaced and hair messy like she just got railed on the dance floor.

“I’m not the one who got you drunk.” He said seriously towards her, not to fight but he knew it would shut her up. She opened her mouth to respond but didn’t.

“You think the allegations are true about him?” She asked. Her brother and his teammate look at her deeply confused and concerned. “Big dick Ric.” She whispered and then giggled at their reactions and Oscar decided they needed to leave.

“I think she needs some water.” Lando reminds his teammate. “I’ll watch over her while you get that.” Oscar hurries off to the bar for water. Lando tilts her head up to look at him. “How are you feeling baby?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Umm..” Even in her drunken state she goes speechless at the smallest of words from him. Although her drunk mind definitely has more confidence. She looked down and then back up at him with a sly smirk. “I’m hoping I can feel you tonight.” She whispers seductively in his ear. His breath hitches in his throat, as she backs away with a smile on her lips.

“She’s definitely drunk.” Lando confirms when Oscar returns with water. She giggles and takes it from him. “Excuse me.” Lando says striding off to the bathroom. Adjusting himself slyly as he did.

“What did you say to him?” Oscar scolded her. He’s seen his sister drunk, but not around this crowd. Logan joins and sees her state. “Danny Ric.” Oscar confirmed.

“I just flirted back, Osc, nothing too serious.” She slurred, answering his question. “Logie!” She exclaimed before throwing her arms around the American. He hesitantly returned the action.

“How many drinks did you even have?” Logan asked. He was also drunk but barely. She starts counting on her fingers and holds up one hand with all her fingers spread out. “5 drinks?!” Logan laughed and Oscar looked in surprise and sighed.

“We have to get her back to the hotel, asap.” Oscar mentioned. “I would ask Lando for help but he had an ‘issue’ to take care of.” He whispered to Logan. Logan smirks at her and she chuckled at him.

“You had one too many drinks and got Lando horny?” Logan asked impressed. “That’s my girl.” He hugged her and Lando returns as they start to gather their things.

“Can pretty boy bring me to my room?” She asked, seductively clinging onto the Brit. Running her hands along his arm and across his abdomen. He clears his throat and grabs her arms to separate them. Lando did tease and flirt, but he sure as hell would never do anything while she was drunk.

“I’ll come with you guys,” Lando reassures them. “I will not, however, be staying with her.” He nervously chuckles at the duo. She backed off from him, understanding he doesn’t want the attention.

“Understandable, I’ll stay.” Oscar said. They make it to the hotel and Oscar hands her clothes to sleep in before unzipping her dress and ushering her into the bathroom.

“She’ll be hungover tomorrow.” Logan reminded. “Water and electrolytes.” After saying their good byes, Logan set off to his hotel room. Lando stood in the door frame talking with Oscar for a while.

She returned to the main room with an oversized shirt and underwear, Oscar gave her shorts but she didn’t want to wear them. “No fair, logie left?” She whined. Oscar rubbed her back and she noticed Lando. “Can I cuddle Lando instead?” She asked her brother. The Brit found an easier way out than expected.

“Clingy too huh?” Lando smirked. “Let me change and I can come back.” He said, not letting Oscar answer for him. She leaned her head on Oscar’s shoulder. After a few minutes Oscar checked his phone and scoffed. Lando was not coming back.

“Let’s lay down while we wait.” Oscar distracted her. She groaned and obliged. Her head hit the pillow and she was out. Oscar freshened himself up for the night, putting on clothes she had stole from him. He laid next to her and fell asleep facing away from her.

She groaned after waking up with a horrendous headache. “Fucking Ricciardo.” She mumbled, exiting the bed. She checked her phone and had multiple texts: Lando, The Honeybadger, and Logie Bear.

Such amazing men, she thought while rolling her eyes. She responded to Danny and Logan, but left Lando on read. Oscar woke up and called out for her. “You better still be here.” He warned.

“Oh hush. I’m in the bathroom.” She shot back. She did her morning routine and took pain meds for the headache. She went back out and Oscar was responding to texts as well. “Lo said he has snacks, I’m gonna head there.” Oscar motioned for her to go.

She knocked on the door and Logan opened it smiling. “Well good morning.” He said. She entered with a roll of her eyes and sat on his bed. He tossed snacks at her and a water bottle. “Fun night?” He asked mockingly.

“Don’t remind me.” She rubbed her face. “I don’t even remember half the night.” She laughed. She opened a bag of chips, while Logan texted on his phone.

“Who else texted you, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one Miss Flirty.” He joked with her. Her eyes go wide and Logan laughed. “You made Lando excuse himself, and somehow got Danny to dance on a table.”

“Lando texted me, but I didn’t respond.” She said. “Danny also texted me but I just sent emojis.” She went back to Lando’s text and showed Logan.

“You leave him on read all the time?” Logan mentioned, seeing previous texts from the man. She didn’t feel like she had to respond. All he did was flirt or text her stupid questions.

“It’s harmless things.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, I think he likes me.” He did. She said it innocently, unknowingly, although Oscar and Logan knew the truth.

“What if he does?” Logan teased. He knew she wouldn’t catch on, it wasn’t her thing to catch on quickly to things like that. “Would you even flash him the light of day?”

“He’s, how do I put it, out there?” She couldn’t find the right phrase for it. “I’m very, you know, not out there.” She looked at the text and started a response, then deleting it letter by letter. “Should I do flirty, annoyed, orrrrr no response?” She asked her best friend.

“If you do flirty he’s going to think you’re still drunk.” Logan laughed. “Annoyed is more you, but so is saying nothing.” He shrugged. He grabbed her phone and replied to him. She hesitated before she realized he’d already sent a flirty text.

“Logan!!” She squeals looking at the text. She playfully punched him as he laughed. The Brit texting back a reply already. “I swear!”

“What did he say?” Logan couldn’t contain his laughter. There was a knock on his door. He answered it with a crack, letting Oscar in. “Perfect timing!”

“Oh god what did you two do?” Oscar sighed. Lando’s text came through and her cheeks burned red as her breath hitched. “Did you see a ghost?”

“Lando probably responded.” Logan choked on his words with a laugh. Oscar was confused and hovered over his sister. Oscar tapped her head seeing the texts and she pushed him away.

“Logan sent that! Not me.” She defended. Oscar now tapped Logan on the head. He groaned and held his head. “Careful he might be into that.” She mumbled jokingly.

“Am not!” Logan said tossing a pillow at her. She laughed and thought of a response. “What did he even say back?” Logan inquired.

“Well after you sent that he can fuck my sister anyway he wanted, he said when?” Oscar said annoyed. That wasn’t the exact words but basically along the same lines.

“Osc don’t be so dramatic Logan just said enjoyed last night let’s do it alone.” She read the text. “I hate you so much.” She looked to Logan this time.

“No you love me, I just got you a date with an F1 driver.” Logan responded. Not like she needed one but she got one. Her phone buzzed with another text.

“Oscar can we kill Logan and make it look like an accident?” She asked nonchalantly. “Because Lando just said he’s on his way to my room.” Oscar went wide eyed and took her phone.

“The room you aren’t in?” Logan laughed. She tossed a pillow at him hard. “I’m joking!!” He said through his laughs.

“Fucking horn dog.” Oscar said. “Well go to your room then.” He didn’t know how to respond to this either. She whined at him.

“Look if you don’t want to do anything tell him, I don’t think Lando’s a prick.” Logan said seriously now. “Communication remember?” Logan said like she was a kid and nodded his head before smiling.

She got up and threw another pillow before exiting and going to her room. Lando was already there. “I didn’t know you weren’t here, I wouldn’t have come.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m here now?” She said like it wasn’t obvious. The hint of attitude riled him up and he smiled for real this time. She unlocked her door and let him in.

“So who sent me the text?” He asked. His cocky demeanor returning. “You usually don’t respond to my flirty texts.” God she hated how he knew her so well.

“Lo did, he stole my phone.” She said, keeping her response simple as she picked up the discarded clothes from the night before. “Do you really like me, or is this because I’m playing hard to get?” Right to the point damn ok.

“Uhh.” It’s his turn to be speechless. “Both?” He admitted. She blushed and stopped cleaning. She tilted her head as to say ‘really?’

“It’s not a fun game to play Norris.” She responded. She finished with the clothes and sat on the bed. “I’m not only hard to get, but hard to keep happy.”

“I can take that challenge.” He smiled. “One date?” He asked. She thought it out and ultimately agreed. They planned a date night and he left. She kissed his cheek before he was gone.

“Just a little goodbye kiss.” She said innocently. He left nearly stumbling and she saw Oscar and Logan down the hall. She waved them over and they trampled each other to get to her.

“What happened?” Logan asked. They were like gossip girls. She told them everything and they listened. “Such a flirt.” Logan teased.

“I’ll have him running after the first date.” She said. Oscar stayed quiet. He knew they would get on well but never thought to mention it. “Osc why are you being quiet?”

“I’m always quiet.” He said quickly. Now she knew he was on to something. He only ever talked quickly when he was hiding something. She narrowed her eyes at him, hoping he would spill. “Don’t narrow your eyes at me!” He accused.

“Oscar knows all.” Logan whispered in his ear. He made a stupid face and his sister stood with her arms crossed from the bathroom doorway.

“Spill.” She said simply. Oscar rambled about how they’ll get along and that he never mentioned it because he didn’t think she’d like him. “Oscar!!” She groaned.

“What?!” He said. “You always ignored him, I thought it was a lost cause like the other guys I’ve said that about!” He has a point. Any other guy she tried dating would get ‘Oscar approved’ and then go downhill.

“To be fair, Lando is a really good guy.” Logan added. “I think you’ll make cute curly headed babies.” She threw the party dress at him and he caught it laughing.

“Not helping Logan!” She said.

The date came and went, she did like him. She felt like it was a betrayal to Oscar though. He assured her it wasn’t and laughed at her for thinking that. “You’re my twin! If he likes me it’s because he likes you!” She argued. He laughed harder than she’d ever seen him before.

“Mrs. Norris.” Logan joked laughing with Oscar. “Has a nice ring to it.” He teased. She threw a pillow at him.

“You’re both assholes.” She said.

She went on more and more dates until it finally clicked in her brain she really liked Lando Norris. It clicked for Lando the second date but it took her around 4.

She kept herself quiet in the paddock until Lando would appear and fans caught on. “Sis you’ve got a bad girl rep.” Oscar mentioned, sweaty and downing water after a race. “Fuck Singapore is hot.”

She helped him cool down and unzip his suit. She told Kim to make an ice bath and he did. Oscar did good in the race but the heat really got to him. Seeing her twin double over was not on her list for the day. She grabbed his arm and slung it over her shoulders.

“Get off me.” He mumbled, nearly passing out as she held him up. She didn’t let him go and Lando noticed she was struggling since he was refusing help. “I’m fine!” Oscar tried to yell but he was too weak, Lando helped him up, walking to the ice bath.

“Oscar take off your suit and fireproofs.” His sister demanded. Oscar tried his best but ultimately they had to help him. Lando helped him get in the ice bath and he sighed. “Don’t scare me like that!” His sister quipped when he came back to reality.

“Look, he’s fine.” Lando comforted her. “I think I need an ice bath too, it was really hot out there.” Lando took his time doing the same with little to no help from Jon.

When the boys recover it was hotel and bed time. Oscar had been wary of her whereabouts at night and decided he should sleep in her room, using his sickness as an excuse. They always did it as kids, when one was sick the other would comfort them and sleep in the same room at night.

She was hesitant but agreed, giving Lando a look. She planned on ‘rewarding’ him for winning the race. With Oscar sleeping in the bed next to her it took a while before she could sneak away. When she was successful she went to Lando’s room.

He opened the door and greeted her with a kiss. He had asked her out before the race and she was super excited to say yes. They hooked up after the third date and she wanted more of him after that.

“So naughty, sneaking off to sleep with your brother’s teammate.” He teased. She giggled and warned him that Oscar might wake and call her or just show up. “Well then guess we can make this quick.” He lifted her off the ground and they kissed again.

They definitely were quick. Not having touched each other in around a month since the first time. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” She panted in between kisses. She had a good point, the first time Lando couldn’t fit his entire length.

He was slow and didn’t push it, knowing the position wasn’t ideal. When she reached her limit of fitting him, he started thrusting slowly. “So tight my love, god.” He panted, resting his head on the wall behind her. His mouth was open, panting on her shoulder as he thrusted upwards to meet her hips.

She strained her moans, keeping them from getting too loud. She finished first, her body relaxing enough for him to fit more of his length, gravity doing its job of impaling her further down on him. “Oh my god.” She moaned.

“Fuck, my love.” Lando groaned, trying to hold her up from going all the way onto him. When her orgasm subsided, he continued his thrusts and pulled out when he was close. His cum spilling out on the floor as he kissed her. “I can’t wait until we can properly have sex on a bed.” He panted.

They got cleaned up and she headed back to her room. Oscar had been awake since she left. So when she walked in slowly closing the door and he stood with his arms crossed in the doorway she jumped. “Jesus Osc!” She said.

“I approved you dating him, not fucking him every other night.” He said calm. She blushed, most nights it was just innocent cuddling or making out. “While I’m in your room too?”

“You, I mean-“ She couldn’t find an excuse. “He won Osc.” She mumbled quietly. He shook his head and got back in bed. She joined him, facing away from him.

The rest of the season was good, both boys winning a few races and celebrations in order. She was so proud of her brother and boyfriend for the world championship. She cried in Abu Dhabi when it happened, the fireworks lighting up the sky with different colors.

Winter break was right there, but Oscar was hesitant for her to go to London and stay with Lando and his family. “Osc I’ll be fine!” She argued. She wouldn’t be, they hadn’t been separated in god knows how long.

“We haven’t been apart for that long in like 16 years!” He was mad, not mad at her idea, mad she was going to just leave him alone for a week or so. “I really want you to think this over.” It sounds stupid honestly. You can’t leave your sibling for more than a week and you’re both 23?

“I know it’ll be hard, but we can still text, or call.” She said. They sounded like a married couple or something. “Maybe it’ll be good if we spend time apart, I mean, we haven’t.”

“You followed me for racing just to run off with my teammate?” He was exhausted from arguing. “I mean I love you, I think it’ll be good for you, but I don’t want to lose you.” She recoiled at the statement.

“Lose me?” She asked, her voice cracking. “Oscar, I’m still your twin, I’ll always be there for you, it’s a stupid trip to meet his family, we’ll be fine!” Lando had heard this conversation and took it literally when she said ‘stupid trip’.

They hug and make up before she goes to tell Lando she’s ready to go. They had a flight to catch. “You don’t have to come with me.” Lando mumbled. Basically kicking rocks like a sad puppy.

“What?” She asked. They were walking through the paddock holding hands. “Lando I just spent 10 minutes convincing Oscar I should go with you.” She slightly laughed. “What are you talking about?”

He looked to her with a truly sad look. She nearly cried seeing him upset. Her hand cupped his cheek. “You said it was a stupid trip.” She sulked her shoulders and kissed him.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She comforted him. “Oscar was getting on my nerves and it came out wrong.” She felt so bad that he heard that over anything else they said. “He wanted me to stay for his own good, but I chose you.” She whispered.

“So you don’t think it’s stupid to visit my family?” He asked. She pouted at his words. She assured him she didn’t think it was stupid at all. “Why would Oscar want you to stay anyway, you’re with him like all the time?”

“That’s why, he’s afraid of losing me, which is stupid because it’s not like he can escape me.” She laughed. “He’s my brother and he’s protective, but we haven’t been apart for more than 48 hours in over 16 years.” Lando was surprised at this fact.

The new season came quicker than anything and she laid low. Her quiet demeanor returned but in a much more aggressive way. People would talk her ear off and she would nod. Logan would talk to her and she would have a straight face all throughout the conversation.

Oscar noticed halfway through winter break that something was up, but she denied him each time he’d ask. Lando didn’t break up with her, his family was perfect to her, why is she all of a sudden back in her shell?

The last straw was their birthday. She was usually jumpy, giddy, excited to be a year older. When McLaren tried doing a birthday surprise she flashed a thin lipped smile and kicked the balloons around. “Thank you.” She said. Something or someone killed her old self and Oscar is determined to make sure they become unrecognizable.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Oscar said huffing a breath at her lousy celebration. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked. So much for saying he wasn’t losing his sister.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, her stone cold look and monotoned voice was all he needed. “I’m literally fine Osc.” She tried playing it off.

“No you aren’t, usually on our birthday you’re happy, excited, we’re a year older let’s get drunk and dance around stupidly.” He said. “You fucking said ‘thank you’ and kicked a balloon around.” This time when she looked up tears were forming in her eyes.

He immediately was by her side, hugging her tightly. He didn’t mean to upset her but this definitely wasn’t from his scolding, there was something else. “The fans are so mean.” She sobbed. “I love Lando, I love you, I love this sport, but they’re all putting me down and it’s too much.”

She sobbed uncontrollably in his shoulder, his hand rubbing her back and cooing in her ear. “Hey, they’re mean people who hide behind a screen, what gives them the right to control you?” He asked. “They can say whatever the fuck they want, but I don’t want you to think lowly of yourself because of it.”

She sobbed harder at his words and he held her. Lando wondered where she had run off too, knowing about all of it and trying to keep an eye on her. He knocked on Oscar’s door. “Hey mate have you seen-“ He walked in, seeing her upset in Oscar’s arms.

They turn to look at him and she gives him a small smile. “I’m okay Lando.” She lied. Oscars face said it all. “We have a birthday to celebrate.” She said to Oscar. Lando looked to Oscar as she walks past.

“She’s been like this the past few months, I can’t get her to look past it.” Lando explains. Oscar just nods his head and walks out to find his sister again. The twins walk to the paddock without a word and when they exit through the garage, all the drivers and team principals scream ‘happy birthday’ and pop little confetti canons.

Logan approaches her with cupcakes and she wraps her arms around him. “Thank you.” She says muffled by his shirt. Logan knew she always wanted to be surprised for her birthday, exactly like this. Oscar was smiling in disbelief.

“Logan you did this?” Oscar asked. Lando walked out and saw everything and smiled, Logan had told him his plan. That’s why he went to go and get her, not planning on seeing her upset. “You’re the best.” Oscar joined the hug. Logan knew she had been down about the media hate and thought there was no better timing than now to do the surprise.

“I couldn’t have asked for better people to be in my life.” She said, crying tears of joy now. “You’re all amazing.” The drivers all celebrate the Piastri twins before they leave the paddock.

All her worries about the hate fade away with time. Soon she’s traveling along with the boys to every race and enjoying her time with McLaren.

Rumors start arising and she gets stressed and nervous again, the headlines reading, ‘Norris to propose?’ Or ‘Piastri might be a Norris at the end of the year.’ She didn’t bring it up to Lando and played it off.

Lando planned a trip for them and Oscar insisted she go, dolled up and ready. She was skeptical but listened, getting her nails done, hair done, all of it.

It was an amazing hotel with great views. What she didn’t know was that Oscar was on the next flight out. Lando and her spent the first day on the beach, relaxing and having a chilled out day.

The next day he told her, ‘wear something fancy, there’s a nice restaurant I want us to try.’ So obliviously she did. The restaurant was amazing, but before they ate Lando insisted they look at the Fountains. She obliged and Oscar was sneakily hidden in bushes recording as Lando got down on one knee and proposed.

“I’ve loved you for so long, and I want to make you my wife. Will you marry me?” She was in hysterics as she looked around as if it was a joke.

“Yes, omg yes Lando!!” She said. Oscar popped out as he was putting the ring on her finger and they hugged. “You snuck Oscar here?!” She playfully hit him on the chest.

“I knew you’d want it videoed.” He smiled at her. They swayed back and forth, now engaged.

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Quadrant Racers will be out next! It still needs some proofreading and tweaking.

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hiiii can you write a smut fic with pedri where he’s angry after a bad game so he takes it on out y/n by fucking her so hard she squirts over and over again

IN WHERE: your boyfriend comes home angry after a game and now he just wants to fuck you.

THIS ONE SHOT IS: fem!reader x pedri gonzales

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: smut, p in v, squirts, creampie, rough sex, dialogues in spanish (translation at the end of each one).

request open!

“Pedri… por favor, joder,” you moaned as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside your pussy. (“Pedri… please, fuck.”)

He was furious. Inter had just knocked Barcelona out of the Champions League, and Pedri was angrier than ever.

The only thing he wanted now was to let it all out — and he found no one but you, his girlfriend, to do it with.

You’d lost count of how many times you’d come. One after another. Your mind was drunk on pleasure.

Your body barely responded. Your legs were trembling, your pussy was burning, and still Pedri kept fucking you like he didn’t care about anything else.

“Mira cómo estás…” he growled through gritted teeth, his nails digging into your hips as he kept thrusting without mercy. (“Look at you…”)

“P… por favor, no puedo más…” you whimpered. (“P… please, I can’t anymore…”)

“Sí puedes. Vas a aguantar hasta que se me pase la rabia, ¿me oíste?” (“Yes, you can. You’re going to take it until I get this anger out, you hear me?”)

His tone was dry. This wasn’t the usual sweet Pedri. No — now you were getting all his frustration, all his rage… straight into your pussy.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head up so you’d look at him over your shoulder.

“¿Sabes qué me jode más? Que nadie en ese puto equipo tenga los huevos de pelear. Nadie.” He slammed into you harder, making you slam against the couch. (“You know what pisses me off the most? That no one on that fucking team has the balls to fight. No one.”) “Pero tú sí los tienes, ¿verdad? Tú sí puedes aguantar.” (“But you do, don’t you? You can take it.”)

“¡Ah! ¡Joder, Pedri!” you cried. (“Ah! Fuck, Pedri!”)

Another squirt burst out of you uncontrollably, soaking his balls, wetting your thighs.

“Otra vez. Quiero que te corras otra puta vez.” (“Again. I want you to cum one more fucking time.”)

“P… pero…” (“B… but…”)

“Te dije que me dejes vaciarme, coño. No preguntes.” (“I told you to let me empty myself, fuck. Don’t ask.”)

You had no choice. He picked you up, threw you onto the dining table, and kept fucking you without pause.

Your screams filled the apartment.

You weren’t thinking anymore. You were just body, sweat, and a wild, primal need to please him.

Pedri clenched his jaw, threw his head back, and came inside you, deep, so deep you felt the heat bloom inside your core.

“Pedri… amor,” you whispered, voice broken, tangled in your moans. (“Pedri… love.”)

“No me llames así ahora,” he muttered. “No me lo pongas difícil.” (“Don’t call me that now. Don’t make it harder for me.”)

And without warning, he lifted your right leg and propped it up on the table, changing the angle. His cock hit that exact spot — the one that made you see stars — over and over again.

“Pedri… no, si me sigues así me voy a— ¡joder!” (“Pedri… no, if you keep going like this I’m gonna— fuck!”)

Your back arched violently. A spasm shot through your spine and you exploded into an orgasm you didn’t even ask for. One that ripped a scream straight out of your throat.

Another.

Another hot squirt gushed out of you, soaking his pelvis, his abs, the whole table, and part of the floor. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, and your hands clung to the edge as if you were about to fall.

“Hostia puta…” Pedri murmured, staring at you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. (“Holy fuck…”)

You couldn’t even speak. Your breath came in broken gasps, your skin burned, and your pussy throbbed with the aftershocks of his final thrusts. He noticed. And finally fucked you three more times.

Then he came again. Another goddamn time. He spilled himself inside you with such force that his legs gave out, and he collapsed on top of you, panting. You felt his hot cum flood you, leaking down your thighs, mixing with your own juices.

At last — silence.

Your legs gave out completely, and he caught you. He lifted you into his arms without saying a word, like you were something fragile. Your eyes were half-closed, your body limp, still trembling from how hard you’d come.

He carried you to the bathroom. Turned the shower on. Warm water started running as he stepped in with you, letting your body rest against his chest.

“Lo siento, amor…” he whispered. “Me pasé. Me pasé muchísimo.” (“I’m sorry, love… I went too far. Way too far.”)

#barcelona x reader #barca x reader #pedri fanfic #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri smut #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #fc barcelona x reader #fc barcelona smut #football x reader #football x fem!reader #football x you #football x y/n #football smut #smut #x reader

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p0orbaby · 7 months ago

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if you’re still doing blurbs could you do one with alexia where she’s dating a doctor who has a very busy schedule, and alexia has a concussion in the training and gors to the hospital, and alexia sends a message to reader telling about it but r doesn’t see and when shes going to take care of the next patient it’s alexia? lmao or maybe alexia and r have a daughter and her daughter gets injured and shes the next patient and r goes feral about it idk

i changed the injury but i hope you still like it !

The shift is hell, as usual. You’re striding through corridors, flicking through paperwork and half-listening to one of the interns ramble about a patient they’re struggling to diagnose. Something about abdominal pain and “maybe a foreign object ingestion?” You nod distractedly, mentally filing it under deal with later.

“Just send them for imaging,” you say, not breaking your stride. “And next time, don’t say ‘foreign object’ like you’re narrating a true crime documentary. It’s unsettling”

The intern stammers out a response, but you’re already waving them off. “You’ll be fine. Go. Be great or something.” Another day, another long list of problems, it seems. You let yourself drift into autopilot, the professional rhythm of your job taking over as you stride towards the cubicle and pull back the curtain.

“Hi, I’m Dr Putellas,” you begin, still not looking up. “What seems to be—”

“¿Estás bromeando?”

You freeze. Your grip on the clipboard tightens, and your heart drops into your stomach because that voice, that exasperated, honey-warm, decidedly unimpressed voice, belongs to your wife.

Your injured wife, apparently.

“Alexia?” you blurt, snapping your head up to find her sitting on the exam table, her left leg stretched out in front of her, an ice pack balanced precariously on her knee.

She doesn’t look happy.

“Hola, cariño,” she says, dry as dust. “Fancy seeing you here”

For a moment, all you can do is stare, caught between disbelief and irritation. “What—what happened? Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did call you,” she replies, gesturing to her phone sitting next to her on the table. “Several times. Apparently, you’re very busy and important”

Your stomach twists with guilt as you instinctively check your phone. Sure enough, three missed calls from Alexia. You curse under your breath, shoving it back into your pocket and stepping closer.

“Are you okay?” you ask, switching instantly from doctor mode to wife mode. “What happened? Is it bad? Why didn’t someone—”

“Relax, doctor,” Alexia interrupts, lifting her free hand to stop your avalanche of questions. “It’s not that bad. Just a tackle gone wrong at training”

You glance at the ice pack, then at her knee, which looks swollen but not grotesque. “Define ‘not that bad.’ Can you move it?”

Alexia sighs like you’re overreacting and flexes her leg a little, wincing but managing. “See? It’s fine. Probably just a sprain”

“Sprains don’t feel fine,” you mutter, already pulling on gloves and grabbing your supplies. You kneel down, gently pressing around her knee, watching her face for any reaction.

“Your hands are cold,” she says, the corner of her mouth twitching like she’s trying not to smile.

“Your knee is swollen,” you counter.

“Touché”

You’re quiet for a moment, focused on the task. The swelling isn’t as bad as you feared, but it’s enough to set off every alarm in your mind. You sit back on your heels, exhaling slowly.

“You need imaging,” you say firmly. “Just to be safe”

“Of course I do,” she replies, her tone light but her eyes softening. “Because I’m married to the most thorough doctor in this hospital”

“Don’t flirt with me right now,” you say, though your lips twitch in a betrayed smile. “You scared me”

Her expression softens further, and she reaches out, brushing her fingers against your cheek. “Lo siento, mi amor. I didn’t mean to”

You close your eyes briefly, leaning into her touch. Then, with a deep breath, you stand up, trying to refocus.

“Alright,” you say briskly, grabbing the chart again. “Let’s get you x-rayed and figure out what’s going on. And after that, you’re resting. No arguing.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Alexia says, her smile turning mischievous. “But I might need some help resting”

You narrow your eyes at her. “Careful, Putellas. I can still make you wait for a nurse”

“Please.” She gestures around dramatically. “You’d never leave me at the mercy of hospital food”

“Not unless you keep up that attitude,” you mutter, but your heart is already lighter.

You press a quick kiss to her temple before heading for the door. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere”

“Where would I go?” she calls after you, gesturing to her knee.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #woso #woso x reader

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leyavo · 4 months ago

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| I am my father’s daughter | 4 |

💖 Dad!Price & Daughter!reader, eventual Soap x reader

PART FOUR: John Price hasn’t seen or heard from his daughter in over a year, but that changes when she calls him one night asking for help. 2,565words

[18+] MDNI | TW: hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/ complicated father-daughter relationship

Previous parts > [Series Masterlist]

🔈Reader’s view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

You learnt from a young age to stay silent when it came to the adults in your life. Made it easier to get the talk over with. Less words to get you in trouble, something you always tried to dodge.

Silence, your best friend. The one thing that kept you company most days. You stared at your dad, arms folded over your chest as you leant back on the stiff wooden chair. Not quite tucked in under the table, slightly angled in case you needed to make a quick exit.

The shiny new phone on the varnished surface, some sort of peace offering or something to be held over you, another thing for you to figure out.

The Captain however, he wasn’t as easy to read and that added to the weight on your chest. You weren’t sure on the limits, what he’d allow or how he’d deal with something he didn’t like.

You cleared your throat, gaze flitting to his across the table. “So, I can probably find a place in like a couple days or so, a week tops you know,” you said rambling on about a friend of a friend who lived close by.

Not a total lie, you’d slept on your mates sofa’s here and there as a teen when things went south before. You’re sure you can pick up some bar work to help you out till you find something more permanent.

The Captain shook his head. “Stay as long as you need, kiddo. Anything you need your old man’s ‘ere.”

As long as you need, another open ended thing for you to figure out. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome or get too close to him. Didn’t want to rely on your dad, knowing that he’ll come and go as he pleased. Blame it on the job, send you a message to check in and rid himself of the guilt.

“You know, it’s not just us living here,” he said, interrupting the constant thoughts rattling in your head. You know the little voice that’s always second guessing other people’s actions and trying to decipher the true meaning of their words and actions.

Oh shit, you didn’t even think of his team living in the same house. They’d given you and the captain space since you’d got here. You’re hoping you won’t be there for long, even if you have to stay at a shitty hotel until you get enough money to put down on a flat to rent.

“I’ll stay out of the way, no problem.”

Out of sight, out of mind. Least he wasn’t taking you to his house with your brother and stepmother.

“Nah kiddo, this is just as much your space now,” he said, his brows scrunching together as his eyes roamed your face. Like he was also trying to figure you too. “There are some rules though.”

“Rules?” You echoed back at him. You weren’t so good with rules, they normally came with expectations and punishments when they were broken.

Not that you’d be breaking them, willingly anyways. You didn’t want to think of the outcome if you did either.

“We’ll be in and out of the house, no set routine. All you gotta do is look after yourself kiddo, we eat mostly in the canteen as it’s convenient. So you’ll probably be having your meals alone, help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, but add to the list on the front if you run out of stuff,” he said, sliding a notepad in front of him. The scratch of his pen jotting down numbers and words.

You nodded, “sure that’s okay.” You’d been fending for yourself for years, knew how to make the most of the basics or go without. Skipping a meal a day wasn’t a big deal for you. You could survive on just one if you needed to. You wondered if they kept track of the food or if they labelled their own food. There wasn’t any locks on the kitchen cabinets, so it looked like it wasn’t too strict.

“Now, you’re on base. So you won’t be able to walk anywhere and everywhere. There’s a map here,” he mumbled, pointing to an unfolded leaflet. He placed it in front of you and started to circle some areas, blue ink tracing the paths and road. “All the places I’ve highlighted you can go. Do not, I repeat do not go anywhere else.” His voice lowering as he got to the last sentence, gaze flicking up to yours. He jabbed the tip of the pen in your direction, brows raising as if daring you to argue about it.

The look of someone you did not want to piss off. You glanced back to the untouched areas, half of them with no labels or names.

“Uh, yes sir. I won’t go there.”

He doesn’t question the formal sir you’ve thrown his way, the line between his brows softening and eyes relaxing from their narrowed gaze.

“You got any idea what type of work you’re looking for?”

You shook your head. There wasn’t much you could do, a few different jobs here and there. You’d take anything at this rate, you weren’t picky. Money was money at the end of the day.

“Alright, I know someone hiring,” he said, raising his hand to stop you interrupting him. “Three days a week, entering data into a computer. Gotta interview kiddo, nothing comes for free.” He ripped off a piece of paper from his notepad, pushing it to you. A number and name, along with a date of the interview.

The ever prepared Captain already scheduled you an interview. Part of you wondering if he’d planned the rest of your time here.

Boring work, but you didn’t have the luxury to care. You needed to find something as fast as you could.

“It’s not working here is it?” You asked, trying not to offend him.

The Captain chuckled, “nah kiddo. A fifteen minute drive. If you get the job, I’ll sort the insurance on the truck and you can borrow it for now till you find your feet.”

It’s been years since you’ve seen him smile, the curve of his lips making him seem younger. Like the dad who used to ruffle your hair and put you over his shoulder when you were six. The years seemed to harden your parents, your mother’s snapping tone still sent a shiver down your spine. Your father’s stern face, lines in the corners of his eyes and the centre of his forehead painting him serious most of the time.

“What about rent?”

Nothing comes for free, his own words repeating in your mind. You wonder what else you’ll have to earn whilst you’re staying with him.

“Keep ya’ money,” he grumbled, his chair scraping back as he stood up. He walked over to the fridge, pinning a piece of paper under a magnet. His finger jabbing the scribbled mess. “If you need to reach me, this is my office number. Mobile first, office is last resort.”

“And mum?” You dared to ask, still expecting her to appear with each waking day. Least you'd hear her before you actually saw her.

“We’ll talk about it another day. Rest up and look after yourself. You still need to take it easy.”

You nodded, releasing a deep breath. The weight on your chest lifting, the tension loosening from your shoulders.

The Captain turned his back from you, flicking the kettle on. You rose from the chair, tucking it back under the table. He handed you a steaming cup of tea and you settled down into the sofa, placing the cup on the coffee table.

A kiss landed on the crown of your head, "gotta go back to the office, you know what to do if you need anything."

You didn't get a chance to react, the front door closed before you could catch a glimpse of your father.

Sleep had been fleeting the past week, as soon as your cheek hit the pillow on the couch you were out. You were never much of a heavy sleeper, but the rough weight on your forehead soothed the heat and sweat coating it, that you didn’t question it. The cool touch easing your faltering breaths.

You shifted, the cushion wedged behind your back brushed against the wound near your shoulder blade, a groan slipping from your lips. The hushed tones of someone shushing you and the hair sweeping behind your ear, however, sent alarm bells ringing. You shot up, head crashing into the nearest thing.

Johnny Mactavish stumbling back with a grunt. He cradled his jaw, a string of curse words falling from his lips.

"Fuckin' hell, Johnny," you snapped, clutching your forehead and scrambling to sit up. "Why are you breathing over me?" You traced the stitches above your brow, lowering a trembling finger tip expecting blood, but there was none.

Your heart drummed against your chest, the shirt you wore drenched in sweat and sticking to the dip between your breasts. Your fingers pinched the fabric, allowing the excess to swallow your figure once again.

The crick in your neck stopped you from turning your face quickly to the man in front of you.

Johnny rubbed his chin, red tinge marring his jawline. "Thought you'd passed out again, checking for your breath lass." He sat on the edge of the coffee table, wood groaning under his weight.

The distressed denim jeans hugged his thick thighs, baggy t-shirt skimming over a leather belt. Sergeant written across his firm chest. Your gaze wandered to the short sleeves and the way they curled around his biceps. A few nicks and scrapes dotted his bare arms, fading green bruise on his knuckles.

He reached out and you dodged his hand, trying to sink further into the sofa. Wanting it to swallow you up, anything to go unnoticed.

“You’re hot.”

It took you a second to register what he'd said.

“I’m what?” You stuttered, trying to pull the thin blanket over your shoulders as you slid down in your seat. God, he was so hot. Different to your ex, something untouchable about Johnny too though.

A deep chuckle shook his chest, his head cocking to side. Smile stretching his lips as if he noticed your stare. “Yeah, your head. Fever maybe?” He mumbled, leaning forward and placing the back of his hand on your forehead for a few seconds.

Of course, he wasn't looking at you like that. You don't even know why your mind went there either. Must be the fever messing with you.

You blinked, not sure of why he was checking you over again. If you’ve got a fever you’ll be taking a bath right? Or just riding it out? You weren’t quite sure. Did the Captain put him up to this?

It was the first time taking medication like this, normally you took paracetamol and hoped for the best.

Johnny’s touch is light, brief as he pulled away and clasped his hands in between his legs. “Did ya’ miss your meds?” He glanced over his shoulder, the ridiculously large clock ticking away.

“I fell asleep.” You shrugged, “I’ll just take them in a bit.” It’d been four hours since you’d settled on the sofa and three hours ago you were supposed to take two pills.

“You gotta take them at the specific times,” Johnny said, popping the pills out of their packaging and into your palm. He walked to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water.

Sipping the water and throwing back your medication, you went to place it on the table, but he shook his head.

“Drink all of that, will help with that fever,” he said, sinking into the sofa beside you. The cushion dipped beside you and found your body leaning to his. "Might wanna, take that blanket off too." He snatched the blanket from your lap, balling it up and tossing it on the armchair beside him.

You drank half, gaze locked on his as you placed the glass on the coffee table. Wondering if he’d tell you to drink more, but he picked up the remote, flicking through the tv guide.

“Captain got you babysitting?” You checked your phone, a chain of texts from your father and an alarm notification you slept through that alerted you of the time and the meds you needed to take. forty-six missed calls and twelve voice messages, your ex's name lit up the screen as you turned it over on the table.

Johnny slouched against the back of the sofa, legs widening. Your knee brushing against the side of his denim clad thigh. His hand resting ever so close to yours on his own leg.

“Nah, watching the rugby.” He pointed to the tv with the remote, the match three minutes in already. There’s a bottle of beer in his other hand, the same one your ex liked.

The one you used to stare at in the shop, wondering if this pack would go in your favour or go against you.

Johnny seemed pretty calm though, you don’t know him well so the beer in his hand doesn’t help you feel any better. People are totally different after consuming stuff like that.

“You like the rugby?”Johnny said, his deep voice pulling you out of your head. He sucked in a breath as the players tackled each other for the ball.

You shook your head, “I hate sports.” You can't think of anything worse, a group of men shouting and hollering at a match. The spike of violence when their teams didn't win, all because of a game. You tried to keep away from all that.

The bottle doesn't touch his lips, a chuckle shaking his shoulders. "Yeah my sisters hated it whenever I watched the rugby." A smile playing on his lips, his fingers picking at the label on his beer bottle.

"You've got sisters?" It doesn't surprise you. He's respectful towards the women on base, well from what you've seen so far.

"Yeah, three of them. Don't know what's worse, three of them or that they're older."

You wonder how different your life would have been if you had siblings, someone else around your age to take the load off of you. Another person who could relate to everything, someone you could talk to without judgement.

Johnny rambled on about his siblings, telling you little bits of pieces of his childhood. The more he said, the more you felt like you'd missed out on a lot. You nodded along, lying when he'd asked you if you were close with your mum. The instinct to paint everything good still ingrained in your being.

The phone in front of you vibrated, kept doing so until you picked it up and turned it off. You don't even need to look at who it is, no matter who it is, it's not someone you want to deal with right now.

"Block 'em, don't want the Captain getting a hold him." He doesn't spare you a glance as he spoke, the tic in his jaw pulsing.

Johnny meant well, but you couldn't stop the cogs turning as you thought of what would happen if the Captain knew everything. A part of your life you'd never shared with your dad, for good reason too.

And if he'd even believe you.

[PART FIVE]

✨ Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it :) there might be some errors/mistakes as I'm dyslexic, I do check my work a couple times, but I do miss bits and pieces - Leya

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xdhluvrs · 4 months ago

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Only if you say yes (pt. I) 𐙚⋆.˚

Pairing: non-idol Jongseob x Reader, coworker!Jongseob x coworker!Reader Tags: coworker au, afab reader, coworkers to lovers(maybe?), reader is a busy college student, potential fuckboy Jongseob, reader is just a little stuck-up, they work at a boba cafe <3 Warnings: sfw, suggestive content, no smut in this pt. but warnings will change for pt. II Word Count: 2.8k Synopsis: Working a closing shift at a boba cafe was supposed to be routine—wipe down tables, cash out, go home. But when your elusive coworker, Jongseob, suddenly takes an interest in you, the line between professionalism and temptation starts to blur. His charm is undeniable, his confidence intoxicating, and his attention to detail dangerously disarming. You know better than to fall for someone like him… but as the night unfolds, resisting him might not be as easy as you thought.

⭐️'s note: Hi all, this is my first fic ever! Writing this was so much fun - and it is absolutely dedicated to my Jongseob-loving bestie 🍇 <3 Please let me know what you think! I hope you all will stick around for part II. Any feedback, questions, comments, suggestions, etc. appreciated! Hope you all enjoy :D

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8:15 PM. Just a little over an hour until you’d be in your car driving home, finally able to rest your feet after a busy shift at work. The post-dinner rush had begun to ease, and despite the physical and mental exhaustion wearing you thin, you found yourself busy with pre-closing in hopes of leaving the store as quickly as possible. Working part-time at a boba cafe had to be the least demanding of your various commitments, but that didn’t make the eight hour shifts any less of a drag. Luckily, the gig paid well and was easy enough to balance with your busy class schedule and extracurriculars. You found yourself mindlessly wiping down tables, the lo-fi playlist left on by the morning crew fading into the background of your mind. Your coworker’s voice could be heard addressing a customer, obviously in the middle of a sale. Most nights you worked with just one other person, allowing one of you to manage the front while the other worked on various cleaning tasks. Tonight was lucky, because it was just you and Jongseob. Jongseob was your favorite closing partner for a variety of reasons - not that he’d have any idea, the two of you weren’t friends by any means. However, he had something that the rest of your coworkers lacked: work ethic. You knew that if you left him at the register, he’d be sure to have the kitchen cleaned in addition to taking care of any customers that stopped by. He was reliable in that sense; always hardworking, never late and he had even picked up a couple of your shifts in the past. Because of this, you respected him - but you knew the two of you were living completely different lives and therefore made little effort to get to know him. You were getting ready to matriculate into the graduate program of your dreams, and he was… well, he was a full-time employee at a bubble tea franchise. You didn’t look down at him for this, but you were more than okay with keeping him at an arm’s length - especially based on the way your other coworkers spoke of him.

“Did you hear Seob is back with Emma again? Yeah, I thought they had broken up too, but she was all over him at Stephen’s last night. Better not tell Vivian…” Even just earlier today, you’d heard the morning shift whispering about him as you were clocking in. They never spared any details in front of you, acting almost as if you didn’t exist. Not that this bothered you - if anything, you felt relieved to be spared from the drama. You were here for the hourly $18 plus tips, and that was about it. Nonetheless, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t listen when his name came up in their gossiping. Jongseob was undeniably attractive and it was a challenge to not be interested in him. He was as charming in his appearance as he was in his demeanor, and you weren’t surprised in the slightest that he had various women vying for his attention - though you did have enough self-respect to not join their ranks (or so you thought). He was confident and well-spoken, and you found his quirky sense of fashion to be unique and enticing. Even today, his perfectly-styled platinum blonde shag paired with a tee that barely covered his midriff could have him mistaken for an influencer in the wild. However, what was most attractive about him had to be his attention to detail. Jongseob never forgot a regular’s name or their order, often conversing with them about their personal lives with a look of genuine interest on his face. Despite barely talking to you, he always remembered to ask about your pets by name, and had been the only one of your coworkers to remember to ask about the status of your graduate school application. When you finally were able to tell him you’d been accepted into the program, he brought you your favorite drink from a nearby coffee shop you’d mentioned to him in passing. It was his ability to make people feel like they were special that made him so alluring and also so dangerous. Even in these small moments he had made you feel seen - and you were sure that the other women in his life held similar sentiments.

Despite his attractiveness, you had been burned by charismatic men like him before and didn’t really feel like repeating mistakes of the past. Besides, you barely had enough time to get the proper amount of sleep each night - the last thing you needed was a workplace distraction to ruin your life. Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you check your watch after having successfully cleaned the dining room. 8:43 PM. Time flies when you’re busy thinking about the coworker you tell yourself you aren’t thinking about. You round the corner into the kitchen where said coworker was found scrubbing the emptied boba vats, his back facing you. You could see the slight protrusion of his earbuds from where you stood, and for a moment you listened to him quietly hum along to whatever he was listening to whilst scrubbing away at the sugar-crusted kitchenware. You mentally scolded yourself for staring and awkwardly snuck past him to reach the front of house, trying to think about anything other than how attractive he was when he was being a productive member of society. With the dining room all cleared out, you made the executive decision to turn off the open sign as well as the online ordering system. You couldn’t find it within yourself to feel bad for the potential customers who may have tried to come during the last ten minutes of operations - in your opinion, they deserved to be let down. Or maybe you were just jaded after having worked so many years in food service. You began to reconcile the cash drawer, thoughts drifting to what you might eat later tonight, when a familiar voice calling your name startled you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there,” you turned to face Jongseob, who stared at you with a polite smile, his back pressed against the counter. His posture was relaxed, and your eyes followed the curve of his arms as they crossed beneath his chest, a silver bracelet collecting at the dip of his right wrist. “I’m all done with the back now. This might be record time for us.” Even just hearing him refer to the two of you as a unit flustered you, yet you made sure to show no signs of this.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” you said curtly while handing him his share of the night’s cash tips. “I just need to finish with the register and lock up the front, then we’ll be good to go.”

“I can finish up out front. I’ll be right back,” he responded, not missing a beat. You watched as he paced back through the kitchen and then into the dining room. If only all of your coworkers had his initiative. You noticed yet again that you were staring, and it took a moment to pull yourself back into the present and return to counting the bills in your hands. What has gotten into you today? Jongseob’s always been hot; tonight was no exception. However, it seemed like now - more than ever - you were distracted by it. In all fairness, you were having a bit of a dry spell at the moment, so it’s not like there was anything wrong with a pinch of lusting over a qualified candidate. Isn’t that what girlhood is all about? Your self rationalization was successful, and sooner rather than later it was time to clock out. You flipped the lights off and grabbed your belongings, heading to the back to punch your PIN code in before passing through the rear exit. You were usually the last person to leave the building, your coworkers seldom spending any more time at the store than what was absolutely necessary. Tonight was different - Jongseob stood blocking the door, the lack of light in the building disguising his face. At first, you thought there might be an issue with the PIN pad - but you soon realized he was staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Everything alright?” You asked inquisitively. You felt self-conscious; it was awkward to talk with him when there wasn’t a work-related reason to do so.

“Yeah,” he said plainly, “Just thought I’d wait for you to finish up. It’s late, want me to walk you to your car?”

Well, this was weird. You’re pretty sure you’d been just fine walking to your car every other evening you’d closed. The parking lot was within sight of the exit, and even after 9 PM there were plenty of people walking around the shopping center. Why ask now?

“I’m good, but thanks for the offer,” you said as you turned from him to clumsily jam your fingers into the PIN pad, designating the end of your shift. Just as you turned once to push the exit door open, you felt Jongseob’s hand graze the back of your arm.

“Why are you in such a rush? You almost forgot this,” he said, presenting you with the half-finished green tea you’d been sipping on earlier this evening. In complete honesty, you’d forgotten about it hours ago and were more than okay with leaving it for the morning shift to deal with.

“Oh thanks, almost forgot to toss that,” you said, taking the drink from his hand and chucking it into the trash bin just an arms length away. Now, you could finally escape from the discomfort, and you began to push open the door –

“Wait.”

Jongseob placed his hand over yours on the door handle and you immediately flinched away from the contact, turning to face him instead with your back against the wall. Undoubtedly, this was puzzling behavior from him. Was he getting a kick out of your suffering? You stared at him, ignoring the newfound warmth on your skin from where he’d grazed you, waiting for an explanation. He still appeared calm and collected, but his actions suggested otherwise. He brushed a hand through his hair, fixing his posture as he began to speak.

“I feel like we’ve been working together for quite a while now, but I still know so little about you,” he said, softly smiling at you. “Let me walk you to your car.”

You had no idea how to respond to that, so you simply nodded in response and resumed opening the exit door. You heard him follow behind you, his steps increasing in volume as he joined you at your side.

“So,” he started, “are you busy this evening? I was thinking about grabbing something to eat on my way home…”

You weren’t busy, but you also had zero intention of prolonging whatever was conspiring between the two of you.

“Yeah, I have plans,” you said, unconsciously quickening your stride. You hated how quickly your heart was beating.

“You’re not very good at lying, are you?” Jongseob was now smirking at you. “You can just tell me you’re not interested. I don’t mind.”

The two of you had reached your car at this point, and his gaze was becoming increasingly harder to meet.

“It’s not that I’m not interested, but I’m sure we both have better things to be doing,” you said, looking at your feet. You weren’t trying to disappoint him, and your interest in him was certainly present… but this was risky territory. You were no mind reader, so you couldn’t be sure of his intentions. However, if the rumors you’d heard about him held any truth, you were sure this would be a waste of time for the both of you. The only plausible reasons you could propose for his sudden interest in you were that he was A) secretly a serial killer plotting his next victim, or B) horny and reaching for the low-hanging fruit. Neither of these scenarios had an outcome you felt keen on exploring, so better to retreat as quickly as possible.

“What does that even mean?” He chuckled. “You act so preoccupied around me. Is it so unimaginable that I might be interested in getting to know you better?”

“Actually, yes.” You said, regaining some confidence. “You’ve had the past six months to do that. Why now?”

“It’s not like I haven’t been trying,” he responded, “but you certainly don’t make it easy. You’ve never wanted to join when we hang out after closing. I kind of assumed you thought you were too good for us.”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t completely off. You genuinely had very little interest in your other coworkers. All they seemed to do was get drunk and start unnecessary drama with one another. It was a little too reminiscent of high school for your liking. However, his statement insinuated that you thought too highly of yourself to spend time with them - and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t sting a bit.

“You assumed incorrectly,” you started, “I’m just really busy. I don’t always have time to go out after work.”

“Yeah?” he said, “Busy being top of your class? Busy spending every moment as efficiently as possible?” His teasing made your cheeks flush but you held his stare. He took a step closer to you, and in turn you took a step back, feeling your car door behind you.

“I know it can’t be easy working as hard as you do,” he cooed. “You really deserve to celebrate your accomplishments, don’t you think? What’s the point of all this effort if you can’t find satisfaction in the process?” The way he spoke to you was almost condescending.

“I do find the process… satisfying.” You said, awkwardly. “What are you trying to imply?”

“I might not be as useless to you as you think I am,” he said, the same smug expression still present on his face. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good when it comes to providing stress relief, and you definitely seem a little -”

“That’s enough.” You cut him off. Yep, your intuition had been spot on. “Look, you’re hot but I don’t want to sleep with you. Can I go home now?”

“Who said I wanted to sleep with you? All I was trying to say is that you look stressed, and I’m a great listener. If you’d let me take you to dinner, I’m sure I could lend an ear to your troubles,” he replied without hesitation.

You so badly wanted to give in, but your pride wouldn’t let you. You wouldn’t be this easy.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” You said coolly, and turned to unlock your car. Despite the lack of enthusiasm in your voice, you were sure the blush on your cheeks and the heat on the tips of your ears betrayed you. Nonetheless, you were committed to the bit, throwing your belongings in the backseat and preparing to say goodbye to the man who had gone to such lengths to pursue you. For a moment you thought that would be the end of your bickering, when suddenly you felt Jongseob gently place his hand over your shoulder. You spun around to face him, closer than you’d been to him the entire night. At this distance, you could make out the outline of each individual eyelash coalescing around his eyes and the soft freckles that decorated the bridge of his nose. His lips looked so colorful in contrast to his soft skin and platinum hair, and something about the way he held your gaze conveyed a sliver of yearning. Damn, he was good at this.

“Have a good night then,” he said, and proceeded to tuck a strand of your loose hair behind your ear. “But don’t expect me to give up so easily next time. You’re so obvious, you know? It’s cute…” He smiled at you once again before stepping back, allowing you to regain your sense of personal space. “Drive safe, Y/N.”

And with that he turned his back to you and walked away, presumably to wherever he’d ended up parking. You found yourself still in a state of shock from the events of the past twenty minutes, trying to recalibrate and prepare yourself for the drive home. Sighing to yourself, you got in your car and began to drive, not even bothering to put on music with the current state you were in. When you got home, you noticed a text notification on your phone.

Jongseob (work): Hope you made it home safely

Jongseob (work): See you next week :)

Just seeing his name was enough to have you feeling butterflies. You left him on delivered and tried to remember what your life was like before whatever the fuck just happened with your coworker. Though it was painful to admit, you were already excited to see him again - for better or for worse.

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