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[rxreid]

Can you do a blurb or a fic where Spencer always wants to have some kind of physical contact with the reader because it gives him peace of mind that shes safe and with him. Maybe one day in a briefing, there's a case where the victims are similar to the reader and Spencer, without thinking, moves to hug her but the way he hugs her (maybe he buries his head in his shoulder or kisses her shoulder absentmindedly) outs their relationship to the rest of the bau??

Sorry its so long, its my first request!!

ofc! dont worry about the length of your request, its okay! its a super cute request <3

you would already be sat at the briefing table, jj projecting the latest images of victims from your next case onto the screen. you'd probably already make a small connection in your head that they look similar to you, facial structure, body, and all. everyone already at the table would notice it too. it's nothing you haven't seen before, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't be a little on edge.

spencer would walk through the door, mumbling a little "sorry i'm late!" though, really, the rest of you were just early. he'd stop in his tracks slightly on his path to the chair beside you, glancing up at the photos, then to you.

with no thoughts about who may be watching, he'd lean down a little to place a soft kiss on one of your shoulders, his hand resting on the other. "jeez, you okay? 'm glad he can't get to you." he'd mutter, before pulling out his chair and taking a seat.

you'd nod at his question, though your eyes would widen ever so slightly, heat rising to your cheeks. you knew he liked to be physically affectionate whenever he was worried, but never around the team. spencer still wouldn't think anything of it, flicking through his copy of the case files.

"i think the unsub may have—what? why are you all looking at me? do i have something on my face?"

"what was that?" morgan would ask, pointing an accusing finger in your direction.

"what was what?" he'd pause, looking around at the team. "wait, you guys didn't know we were dating?" spencer's face would be laced with genuine confusion, making you giggle and place your face in your hands.

"no, spence, they didn't."

"how? it's been like...a month?"

you'd both watch as the entire team's jaws dropped, letting out a very synchronised: "what?!"

[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Spencer Reid

🦋 for science 🦋

@luvergirl777

🦋 thigh fixation 🦋

@rxreid

🦋 such a spencer thing 🦋 soft dom 🦋

@radiant-reid

🦋 no it's not 🦋

@simplyparker

🦋 memorized 🦋

@thedancingcostumeyoungadult

🦋 I just wanna be yours 🦋

@sinfulspencer

🦋 boxer and a sports bra 🦋

@taintedandloved

[rxreid]

six different types of kisses from spencer reid <3

im not sure what this is really, i just needed to write something quick today and this idea sprung to my mind! slightly nsfw, minors dni!

one - the "not really a kiss" kiss

you would have just finished a case, overwhelmed with a rare happy ending. the team would be mildly celebrating on the jet, conversing with one another about this and that. you'd be making yourself a well-earned cup of coffee, spencer not far behind you. he'd congratulate you on your work during the case, glistening your eyes with his soft affirmations, and so you'd lean to place a soft kiss on his cheek, the unfortunate event of him turning his head interrupting - causing your lips to lightly brush against one another's. you'd rush back to your seat, confiding in the warmth of your coffee to excuse the warmth within your cheeks, pretending to be asleep for the remainder of the journey.

two - the first kiss

the first kiss with spencer would be quick, hesitant. he'd notice how pretty you looked in the lighting, quickly diving in to press his lips against yours in a swift motion. he'd pull away almost instantly upon realising his actions, seconds away from blurting out some form of explanation, an explanation he didn't really have, as to why he'd just done that. though, he wouldn't have much time to before you were copying his prior actions, connecting your lips for a few seconds longer, pulling away with foolish grins.

three - the other first kiss

your bodies would be entwined, connecting in such an unspoken way, beyond anything either of you had felt before that moment. your short gasps ringing through spencer's ears with unmatched intimacy, your hands connected, fingers interlaced on the bedsheets. he'd bring one hand up to rest softly beside your head, leaning down longingly to further connect your bodies, lips against lips, skin against skin, the both of you smiling into your kiss through sweet release.

four - the "i'm sorry" kiss

tears would stain your faces amidst the wake of an overwhelming argument, spencer letting out soft sniffles as he tried to mask his cries - your eyelashes damp with evidence of prior conversation. his eyes would slowly gaze up into yours, searching for any indication that things wouldn't change, you wouldn't leave him. once you'd finally returned his eye contact, he'd whimper out a small sob, prompting you to lean towards him, the taste of salty tears interrupting your unspoken apology as your lips pushed against one anothers. his hand would lift to your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away any teary residue, only leaning back to kiss the areas of your face adorned with watery prints.

five - the "i do" kiss

your dress would flow softly behind you, trailing through the white petals encasing the floors. you'd never seen him look at you with as much love in his eyes as he would that day, smiling his idiot smile at you as always. he'd reach his hand out to take yours as you'd arrive in front of him, helping you with your dress. your hands would stay entwined throughout the whole ceremony, spencer's nerves evident. his eyebrows would be knit softly together as he listened to your vows, and his eyes glazed over as he recited his, letting a small tear pass onto his cheek. when the two words would be spoken, there would be no hesitation from either of you, gently moving to connect your lips once again, in such a special moment, surrounded by everyone you loved. cheers would echo, and flower petals would be thrown around the room as the two of you would pull apart, staring in adoration at one another.

six - the "holy shit" kiss

you'd be tapping your fingers rapidly against the bathroom sink, patiently waiting for the sound of the door to your apartment to open. when it finally would, your stomach would loop as you'd call your husband into the room. his initial reaction would be fear, upon seeing the tears welling in your eyes, until he'd notice it. spencer would rush towards you, placing his hands on the sides of your face and hurriedly pushing his lips against yours, enough for you to feel the beaming smile through the kiss. he'd pull apart from you, leaning his forehead against yours before lowering his body to be eyelevel with your stomach, slightly lifting your shirt to place soft kisses there, his hands on your waist as he did so.

this was super fun to write + i kinda wanna do more like this, so feel free to request things in the form of “different types of [theme] with [character]” !!

[rxreid]

gifting spencer socks for secret santa and everyone thinks you’re super boring for it but spencer loves it because he knows it means you pay attention to him :)

aaaahhh so cute <3 gn!reader btw! no use of pronouns for the reader :)

the yearly bau team secret santa (run by garcia, of course) had finally rolled around, and you'd be more than excited to pick a name from the christmas hat garcia had sewn together by hand.

she'd called everyone into her office throughout the week, one by one to get their name - and it would finally be your turn. when you pull out spencer's name, you'd be more than happy, given the fact that you knew exactly what to get him.

flashforward to the day when everyone was opening their gifts, you'd all be sat around the table in the briefing room, taking turns one by one before it was finally your turn.

"who'd you get, y/n?" garcia would pipe up.

you'd unravel the small piece of paper you'd picked out just weeks before, probably slightly tattered by now. you'd turn it around so that the others could see it, and spencer would let out a small cheer.

"oh my god! what'd you get me?"

reaching onto the floor to pick up your gift for him, wrapped in spotty blue paper and adorned with a white ribbon, you'd slide it across the table to spencer. he'd waste no time in opening it, eagerly unwrapping the paper neatly. his efforts would reveal a trio of socks, each a different colour and each patterned with a different bear - pandas, black bears, and polar bears.

rossi would laugh upon seeing your gift, "y/n, you got him socks?"

"that's like, the most boring christmas present ever!" prentiss would join him in laughing, until spencer silenced them.

"no, no- stop, i love them. y/n actually paid attention to the things i like, and now i have these awesome socks. i'm gonna wear these ones tomorrow…"

[rxreid]

🧸: spencer having a thigh fixationnnn

minors dni! are you trying to kill me. because you have. omg. i was going to queue this up and post it another day, but i can't wait that longggggg!!

so, obviously, the fluffy side of things - he'd curl up on the couch or your bed after a long day, patiently waiting for you to join him - which is when he'd immediately rest his head on your thighs, basking in the comfort they provided him. he'd read books there, his head in your lap, book in his hands, as you either did the same or browsed the television. he'd sleep there, he'd ask you about your day there, but most commonly, he'd blabber away about anything and everything there - his hands waving around to further express his words, and yours would be tangled in his hair, twirling it around your fingers softly, listening to every syllable.

now the not so fluffy stuff THIGH FIXATION SPENCER!! god. he'd be between your thighs whenever and wherever he found the chance. it would literally be his favourite place, between your thighs with you writhing for him. you'd be sat on the couch and he'd tap your thigh with his fingers, signalling to you exactly what he wanted, and within minutes your hands would be grasping at his hair, his tongue lapping at your heat. whenever he had the time, he'd stay there for hours, biting and sucking soft bruises into your thighs, drawing release after release from you and just <3333 ugh. i love him.

bonus points if you're reading together, him in your lap, and he taps your thigh, "mm, spence, i wanna read." "you keep reading, baby, i won't disturb you." and then he just fucks the shit outta you with his tongue, death grip on your thigh whilst doing so, all with you still trying to read your book ughhhhhhhhhhhh

[rxreid]

🧸

sending spence pics on the job ;)

minors dni! ask and you shall receive!

his phone would buzz on his desk and he'd frantically reach for it, expecting a cute text from you updating him on your day, or something of the sort. but booooooooy was he wrong. your name would light up his screen, with the little indicator that you'd sent a picture. he'd be confused, but open it nonetheless. his eyes would widen SO much as he looked at the screen, a picture of you in black lingerie, captioned 'new set, thoughts?' if his brain wasn't going 100mph before, it definitely would have been now. he'd have to turn his phone off and place it face down on his desk in an attempt to cut off the reaction it was swiftly creating in his crotch area. the moment he would get home, he'd sweetly scold you, "how am i supposed to focus on important stuff when you're- y'know!" "i didn't really mind, but still, no warning?!" "no, i'm not saying don't do it again, just, warn me - and also...can i see?" he most certainly would see.

[rxreid]

u can pick if u do blurb or fic!

accidentally mix-matching socks w/ spencer so u both show up to work w/ one of the same sock so everyone figures out ur dating?

thanks! <3

yes yes yes! of course i can! this is such a cute ask, and totally something i can see happening - i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it <3 its somewhere in between a blurb and a fic, but i'm not setting it up/writing it as a fic, if that makes sense?

(as in: quite a lack of descriptive language, more telling rather than showing, but i'd be happy to create a full fic from it if you guys would like me to!)

you'd have both woken up after a night together, what kind of a night: you decide. but certainly a type including a lack of cozied feet by the end. your plain purple socks would be scattered across the floor, along with spencer's purple and black polka-dot ones, inevitably leading to the mix-up. with you both working at the BAU, your morning would be rushed, and subsequently, neither of you would have really been bothered over which socks you had slipped on.

in fact, you wouldn't even notice until you arrived at your desk. garcia would be the first to point it out, a simple "ha! you and reid have the same pair of socks, that's so funny."

spencer would be mercilessly shaking his head at you from his desk, cheeks red in realisation, but still motioning for you to not let anything slip, so you'd simply laugh in response.

next to notice would be morgan, "why are you and pretty boy wearing the same socks?" he'd ask, in that oh so sarcastic, playful tone of his, handing you a cup of coffee.

"really? we hadn't noticed." you'd reply, nonchalant as ever. or so you thought, even when your hands clasped the cup tighter than they had been before you began to speak.

"seriously? you're telling me - spencer reid, the spencer reid, didn't notice someone else having the same socks as him?"

"guess not! maybe we shop at the same place." would be your reply in an attempt to cut short the conversation, and you'd flee back to your desk.

the day would pass by, but eventually hotch would call everyone in for a meeting. everything would go downhill from there.

"hey! it's the sock buddies!" morgan would laugh, watching you and spencer walk through the door in single file. spencer would roll his eyes, and you'd stifle a laugh.

"sock buddies?" hotch would question.

"they're wearing the same pair of socks." garcia would pipe up over the speaker projecting her voice into the room.

morgan would begin, "they both have purple socks on, its kind of funny, i-"

"they're sleeping together!" and that's how prentiss made her presence clear, her face full of surprise as she would stand in the doorway.

"what?!" you and spencer would start at the same time, and emily would lift her finger in a "shh" signal.

"my god, you call yourselves profilers, yet you couldn't even figure this one out? they dont have the same pair of socks, they each have one polka-dot purple, and one plain purple - and y/n was wearing the plain purple ones yesterday!" she'd proceed, laughing as she'd finish off her sentence.

you'd look around frantically, mind racing with ways to erase this - but it would be too late. even hotch would be trying not to crack a smile at his co-workers discovery. garcia, however, would not hold back. a scream would come from her speaker, startling everyone, but actively displaying her extreme excitement for the two of you.

spencer would try to reason with them, "we're not, i swear, we just-"

"oh, give it up, you two, it's not a big deal. plus, we have a case to work on." is definitely something hotch would say in response, but he's secretly hiding his proud-dad-moment smile.

"fine. back to the case, then?" spencer would finish off, effectively finishing the conversation, but definitely not ending the lifetime of teasing.

[rxreid]

Omg. OVER PROTECTIVE SPENCER!! headcanons maybe? ❤️ your work is so good!

i’m guessing you saw the hotch blurb 😭 but ofc ofc!! headcanons are so fun to write - feel free to request more <3

okay, overprotective/worried spence:

- would probably call you every few hours if you were working on different aspects of a case where you were out in the field and he wasn’t

- ^ although he’d get worried he’s being clingy so instead of calling you directly, he’d call the team with whatever info he had and then ask to talk to just you

- if your relationship was secret that would definitely spark conversation

- but anyways

- would defo ask if he could stay with you after a particularly scary case

- cause he doesn’t want you to be alone (mainly because he doesn’t want to be alone, either, though)

- dude would be TERRIFIEDDDDD if the team were after an unsub who’s type was similar to you

- if an unsub is looking at you in a way that makes either of you uncomfortable spencer is literally: ☹️

- he’s not a very confrontational person to regular people, but if an unsub is being weird towards you, BOOOOY would he use that to fuel his interrogation

- i love him he’s so <333 he just wants to protect his s/o so much

[rxreid]

🧋- something fluffy like undressing eachother with spencer but not sexual?

adorbs. of course.

you'd both had an extremely long day at the bau, only seeking the comfort of each other and a warm bed by now. you'd nearly fallen asleep on the way home, dozing in and out of full consciousness, focusing on spencer's soft voice to keep you awake as he spoke of theories and facts to distract you from sleeping yet.

when you finally arrived home, you'd slowly slip off your shoes, as did spencer, savouring the feeling of releasing your feet. spencer would watch as you drifted off slowly to your bedroom, plopping yourself down onto the bed - still fully clothed - quickly following after you.

"c'mon, baby, you gotta get changed." he'd softly say, a dopey smile on his face as he watched you let out a small noise of disapproval and cover your eyes with your forearm. you'd sit up anyways, hands fiddling with the buttons of your shirt, spencer doing the same with his. his attention would be caught again after you'd let out a groan of frustration at the sudden difficulty of such a simple task.

"l'mme help you." your sweet, sweet boyfriend would mumble, his hands gently replacing yours on your shirt buttons, effortlessly undoing them. you'd attempt to return the favour, locating the buttons on his shirt and trying (and failing) to undo them, spencer shaking his head with a soft giggle. "s'okay, let's focus on you first."

once you were fully changed, cozied up in one of spencer's old t-shirts, you'd slightly help him undress, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and placing a light kiss on his collarbone, before the both of you would settle down, ready for a much needed sleep. <3

[rxreid]

Waking up from a nightmare (maybe about when Spencer was kidnapped in season 2) and you Bury yourself in Spencers chest, making sure that he's there and okay and he reassures you

goshhh i love this omg (also his kidnapping was traumatising omg i was so sad)

you’d wake up just moments before your nightmare was about to hit its worst point, springing up in your bed and frantically searching for spencer in the darkness. your fear would alert him, waking him up just as you began to finally locate him, burying into his chest.

he’d be confused, but still pull you in closer to him, softly asking you what happened. you’d explain, and he’d stroke your arm in reassurance, whispering to you, “you’re okay, i’m here, i’m not going anywhere.” and other things along those lines.

“talk to me”, you’d say, and so he would - whispering sweet nothings, and reciting random stories to you until you’d be able to able to fall asleep again, peacefully entwined with him. <333

[rxreid]

christmas event blurb?

being an old friend of spencer’s and showing up on your first day at the BAU after years of not seeing eachother!!

ask and you shall receive, my love! <3

the moment you walk out of the elevator you'd notice it was him, but our boy would be WAY too into his work to pay any attention. you probably went to school together or something, but never spoke about both parties' ambition to join the FBI, so when spencer had heard about a new member of the team, you didn't even cross his mind. i feel like there are multiple ways in which you could be introduced to him, the most simple being walking into a meeting, seeing him there, hugging and whatnot, but no, thats boring.

instead - you'd find whoever went on that morning's coffee run and scout out the singular cup with the name 'reid' scribbled across the body. next, you'd take it up to his desk, just as the person usually doing this would have, and ask: "coffee for a mr reid?"

"doctor, but thank you" he'd reply in his ever so sweet yet underlyingly sassy way, not even lifting his head at your voice. then it would hit him. he knows that voice. and a deer in headlights he becomes, finally breaking free from his workload to look at you. he'd probably say your name a little too loudly, grabbing the attention of other workers, but he doesn't care. why would he when such a great old friend as you had suddenly appeared? i know he's smart, but he still wouldn't pin you as the new member of the team - instead asking you if you were at the BAU for an interview of some sort. you'd tell him of your transfer to the behavioural analysis team, and he'd be surprised, but oh so happy. the next thing you know, you're being introduced to everyone he knows in the office, and it's just like school again.

i totally could've written a whole fic for this but i tried to hold back :,)

[rxreid]

Over protective Hotch when him and his girlfriend are interrogating an unsub and Hotch notices that the unsub keeps watching the reader?

aaaaa im such a sucker for hotch <333 i love himmm!! minor tw for talking about cases and, yk, regular cm stuff!

"what was so special about this victim in particular? why did you keep her the longest?" hotch would bark, effortlessly playing his role of the bad cop in your planned out good-cop-bad-cop routine. the way the unsub's eyes had only been trained on you for the past twenty minutes had started to bother him, but he knew better than to let it show.

that was, of course, until the unsub's eyes had began to train lower than your face, instead inspecting your body - much to hotch's dismay. after another ten or so minutes of trying to get this guy's attention, even with it still being trained on you, he couldn't take it - promptly asking you to step outside with him for a moment.

"what's the problem?" you'd ask, aware of this unsub's stubbornness, but still confused as to why that warranted leaving the room.

hotch would take in a quick breath, "i don't like the way he's looking at you."

you'd sigh softly, smiling at your boyfriend's worry - it's kinda cute. "aaron, we've been doing this for years. i can handle a pervy unsub." you'd whisper.

he'd roll his eyes, still asking if you could just work on another aspect of the case whilst he did this, to which you'd agree - he's still your boss, after all!

[rxreid]

u can make this a blurb if u want 💞

being spencer’s sister + meeting derek (or hotch if u want!!) at a work party (christmas works)

such an adorable concept omg!! reid!reader x spencers co-workers is so cute. i used derek, i hope you dont mind!

spencer would have been so nervous looking over the flyers jj and garcia had made for the office christmas party, specifically due to one rule: must bring a +1! (relative, partner, whatever!). how on earth was he supposed to find a date in a week? spoiler alert: he didn't, so he forced you to tag along instead, his beloved sister.

"spencer, why would i want to go to a party on a wednesday evening? who does that?"

"well, statistically, we're more likely to get a case on a friday, so it makes no sense to have a party when we could be called out right in the middle. plus - please, y/n, i need a plus one, its literally written under the rules!" he'd exclaim, shaking the flyer in your face.

obviously, because you're such a nice sister, you'd go, but not without making yourself look amazing.

"why are you that dressed up?"

"in case you have any sexy co-workers, why else?" you'd smirk. he'd roll his eyes.

when you'd arrive, spencer would be reluctant to introduce you to anyone, but nobody can stay far away from derek morgan for too long. he'd stride up to the both of you, curiousness laced in his steps.

"who's this? you got a girlfriend we don't know about, reid?"

"ew, she's my sister, asshole."

you'd be right. as always. spencer does have hot co-workers.

"oh? delighted to meet you then, miss reid." he'd wink.

the rest is history, to be honest. how could you not be in love with derek. if you did end up getting together, the two of you would have so much fun in teasing spencer, from derek telling him random things about you, to you telling him things derek says about him. if he, you and spencer were in a room together, he'd jokingly address you as "morgan", rather than reid, to avoid confusion - but also to piss off spencer. bonus points if you actually married derek, officially making you a morgan. ;)

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riding kai's clown mask (kai anderson x reader)

[a/n] ok so...heres the kai smut woo! its my first time posting smut on here so pls be nice :) theres hardly any plot to this im sorry! also feel free to send in requests for ANY of evan's characters, i've seen a lot of his movies/shows so hopefully can write for most of his characters! (but not evan himself :])

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warnings: SMUT!! riding things?? that ig shouldnt be ridden... mentions of cockwarming, dirty talk kinda, degrading, kai is a whole ass warning himself

anyways, smut under the cut!

“i’ll be back in just a moment, i have an idea for you, little one. wait right here and don’t make a sound.” kai stated lowly, climbing off of the bed and exiting his bedroom - his footsteps trailing off down the hallway. you sat in the centre of the bed on your knees, waiting impatiently for his return. the moment you had walked into his house he’d backed you into a corner and explained how you’d left him high and dry in the morning, so, therefore, he had to punish you - although you were both aware of how much you enjoyed kai’s punishments. that interaction had got you to where you were now, ready for whatever he had in store.

kai’s footsteps once again emerged from the hallway, this time heading towards you in his bedroom. you moved your head up to look at him, but your eyes lost their trail as they landed on the item in his hands. the blue clown mask hung from his fingers as you inspected it, mind thinking of what on earth he had it for - perhaps he wanted one of you to wear it, perhaps it was just there to watch.

as if he’d read your mind, kai spoke up. “i want you to ride it.”

your eyes widened at his words. “w-what?”

“don’t make me repeat myself, y/n. you heard me.” kai stalked towards you, placing the mask in front of you on the bed. “ride. it.”

you took the mask from the bed, further inspecting it and coming to the swift realisation that he wanted you to ride the ‘nose’ of the mask, which was in the shape of a dildo. “kai...how am i even supposed to do that? I-”

“well you see, you take off your underwear, spread that pretty pussy of yours and sit on it. simple.” kai spoke in an almost idiotic tone, as if speaking to a child. “and i’m going to sit in this chair and watch you. so go on, bunny, do as i say.” he finished, positioning himself in a chair to the side of the bed, his jean clad legs spread open as he relaxed.

“kai...can’t i just ride you? please?” you didn’t mean to beg, but the idea of having his cock inside of you rather than a plastic one seemed way more appealing.

the blue haired man before you let out a sarcastic chuckle, looking you straight in the eye. “it wouldn’t be a punishment if you were enjoying it, would it? now hurry the fuck up and do as i asked.” he barked, making you slightly jump - arousal coating your panties.

quickly, you rid yourself of the few items of clothing you had on - including your panties and bra - watching as kai’s eyes rolled back at the sight of your bare breasts, a slight groan leaving his lips. your hand went down to your heat, about to prep yourself with your fingers before kai’s voice stopped you. “nuh-uh. no prep, bunny.”

at that you whimpered, pussy clenching around nothing due to the lowness of his voice.

your hand grasped around the base of the clown mask’s nose, lifting your thighs off of your calves to get into a comfortable position. guiding the makeshift dildo to your core, you made sure to keep your eyes steady on kai. you brushed the tip through your folds, collecting the wetness you’d released in the build-up to this moment. shakily you guided it to your entrance, lowering yourself onto it. your mouth opened in a gasp as you felt the mask stretching your walls, the curvature of it hitting somewhere perfectly inside of you. you didn’t realise how long you’d been getting used to the feel of the plastic dick until kai spoke up. “i didn’t tell you to fucking cockwarm, y/n. i told you to ride it.” he spat, getting impatient with you.

“y-yes kai.” you whispered, eyes trained on the malicious smile the mask was giving you as you lifted yourself up, only to lower yourself back down in a swift motion. “fuck kai, how did you even t-think of this” you moaned out whilst your hips rocked against the mask, the tip hitting your g-spot quicker than you thought it would.

“don’t question my methods, just get yourself off - holy shit.” he rolled his eyes at you, and his slight anger only made your pussy pulsate and clench around the mask. you could already feel an orgasm building up as you continued to lift your hips, riding the mask as if it were kai. your tits bounced with every movement of your body, making kai’s cock form an even bigger tent in his pants than before. “that’s it, bunny, take the cock. god, you’re such a fucking slut, you’ll take anything i give you, won’t you?”

“anything, kai, a-anything you give me” you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer and closer with his words.

“what are you, y/n?” kai asked, leaning his elbows on his knees as his face got slightly closer to yours. you were panting as you continued your movements.

“i-i’m yours, kai” you choked out, the plastic dick hitting the perfect spot inside of you.

“my what?”

“your slut!”

“that’s a good girl.” he whispered before getting out of the chair and walking over to you, his fingers quickly moving to rub tight circles on your clit. his fingers pushed you over the edge and his mouth smashed against yours, catching your moans as you came all over the mask. kai’s hands were around your waist, guiding your movements to ease you through your orgasm.

he moved his mouth away from yours, the both of you panting. “what do you say?” kai asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“thank you, kai.” you whispered under your breath as kai smiled lightly at you.

“now, suck it off.” at this you whimpered. lifting yourself off of the mask and picking it up. “i want you to pretend its me. lick it clean, y/n”

and so you wrapped your lips around the plastic dick, cleaning it with your mouth just as kai had asked. your tongue traced the shape of it as your eyes stayed on kai, the two of you staring deeply at one another. his deep brown eyes were completely clouded with lust and awe at the sight of you. releasing the now saliva covered plastic with a ‘pop’, you placed it back down on the bed, panting once again.

“good girl. and now you’re going to do it all over again. i told you i’d punish you.”

[rxreid]

random things i think the evans like/do!

anon only requested random hcs for a few of evan's characters, but I figured I might as well just do them all...so here you go :P

i was planning on including peter, luke, cooper and maybe even alex but i’m just so tired :( i’m sorry !!

warnings: slight nsfw on some? but not much, really.

woo here we go !

tate langdon

- tate likes elevators and escalators. i just know it.

- maybe its just the inner kid in him, but its definitely something he misses from the outside world

- he used to run up escalators and get told off by the staff of wherever he was

- every year when he can leave the house, he goes somewhere with an elevator

- the cortez

- he’d ask if you wanted to go with him one year

- and youre just like ???? what

- “you want our first outside date to be in a what-?”

- “an elevator! we can have a picnic whilst it goes up and down :D”

- and so your first date was in an elevator.

kit walker

- i feel like kit absolutely adores growing food and flowers in his garden

- weekend mornings full of you, him and his kids tending to the fruits and veggies <3

- he protects the strawberry plant WITH HIS LIFE

- ^^ because he knows his family loves them

- he’s watered all of the plants before you’ve even woken up

- he just wants to be a lil farmer boi >:(

- during his work breaks at the garage, he’ll be off buying seeds or reading about how certain flowers grow

- that way he can make his own bouquets for you!!

- your garden would be so colourful

- we’ve all seen kit in his dungarees - now just imagine that every saturday morning :,)

- watching you cook with the fruit and veg he made brings him so much pride and joy

(franken) kyle spencer

- kyle kitten licks his drinks.

- that’s just scientifically proven; by me.

- he drinks like a kitten

- juice? milk? water? he kitten licks it.

- he gets sad when the drink starts going beyond the point where he can lick it

- so he’ll either top it up or throw it away

- this boy does not enjoy drinking like a normal person

- he’d probably try drinking from bowls so he could have a whole glasses worth

- you would constantly be taking them away from him ^

- he may get a lil sad and angry if you try making him drink properly

- poor baby just wants to enjoy his juice how he pleases :(

jimmy darling

- ok don’t judge me, but i’m kinda basing this off of a dream i had last night where i went swimming with jimmy…

- in my humble opinion, jimmy would adore swimming.

- from the moment his mother put him in a bathtub for the first time, he’s been splashing around in whatever water he could find

- he had to teach himself how to swim, but he’d master it pretty quickly

- swimming would make him feel a bit more ‘normal’, as he didn’t need regular hands to be good at it

- when he found out that the circus was moving next to a lake, he’d be ECSTATIC

- late night swims with jimmy <3

- it would just be regular swimming at first

- you’d be splashing each other and laughing under the moonlight

- and then jimmy would sneakily undo your bikini

- so ‘regular swimming’ quickly became skinny dipping

- and skinny dipping would become a regular thing

james patrick march

- he LOVES dancing.

- he’ll never admit it to anyone

- his mother probably taught him all of the dances he knows, which is why he cherishes the art so much

- his favourite part about weddings is getting to dance because they’re so romantic, and he loves that

- you’d ask him if you could teach him to dance, and he’d only accept to spend more time with you

- if you ever taught him something wrong, he’d subtly correct himself because he doesn’t want you to know that he can actually dance

- but one day he’d slip up and just start GROOVIN’

- and from then on, you’d always dance together :)

- he had the roof made to be accessible just so that he could dance in the rain with you

rory monahan

- i think rory is a liar >:(

- his hair is not naturally red, nono.

- when he was younger, it was, but it started to fade to brown

- he saw how having red hair made him stand out from others, and he wanted to keep it that way

- he definitely bugged his mother for WEEKS to let him dye it red

- and since the day in which she said yes, he’s been an unnatural redhead

- you’d find out by seeing him dying his own hair one day

- you didn’t realise he was dying it red at first, so you’d ask him why he was dying over his hair that he loved

- and then he’d be forced to admit his scandals

- you wouldn’t be that surprised, it's no wonder he wanted to keep his hair red

kai anderson

- our dear, beloved, kai anderson - loves bubble baths.

- hear me out, i know he’s musty and greasy, but we all know he at least showers

- so i think he’d bathe more often

- he would just like the relaxing scents of the bath soap and the warm water

- a man under his stress needs a stress reliever

- he would adore bathing with you

- he’d probably help you to wash yourself, and you’d do the same for him

- he’s definitely the type of guy to moan as you wash his hair (he needs it)

malcolm gallant

- don’t question why, but to me, he gives off really big ‘listening to justin bieber is my guilty pleasure’ vibes

- but that’s not what this headcanon is about, don’t worry

- i feel like he has a wardrobe like cher’s one in clueless.

- we all know he’s big into his fashion, and he needs space for his clothes

- so he definitely would’ve paid thousands of dollars for a bad-ass wardrobe

- he’d probably talk to you for hours about which outfits would fit best with which hairstyle

- and you’d be able to actually listen because that man has such a captivating voice

- anyways, cher wardrobe.

- that’s it.

jeff pfister

- he only eats sandwiches if they’re made by his mother.

- she probably makes him lunch every day for work

- he has to have the crusts off and the sandwiches cut into triangles

- also, i strongly believe he only likes brown bread, this mf does not give off ‘i like white bread’ vibes.

- if you try making him a sandwich, he can and will throw it away

- he’s a mommy’s boi what can i say. in more ways than one

colin zabel my beloved

- i feel like he absolutely hates sleeping in a bed on his own

- he likes the warmth that other people bring, but then he’d sleep with the covers hardly on him to still get the natural cold

- if he has to sleep alone, it’ll be the worst sleep of his life

- so when he has you to sleep in a bed with, he’s just :D

- if you didn’t live with him, you might as well have

- he’d convince you to stay the night EVERY NIGHT

- and the only times you’d be at your own house was work-related or to clean

- if you ever aren’t with him, you’d probably sleep on call together

- poor detective just doesn’t wanna be alone :(

- he’s great to sleep in a bed with, though <3

thank you for reading :P i love you !