#the intention of this is not lost on me so thank you 💕

[luveline]

I love ur writing 💕 can I request something where reader is dense sortof/has low self esteem, so she likes hotch, admires him and would love to date him but can't imagine he would view her that way,, so he has to be really obvious with his advances? Not self indulgent at all 👉👈 no worries if not. Love u!

Hotch has to break the news that he’s been pursuing you. fem, 2k

Hotch would like to call you unassuming in the kindest way possible. Unassuming, in that not everyone who looks at you would find themselves immediately aware of your beauty (an old-fashioned way to put it, and true), because your poor self esteem leaves you shy. 

You don't believe anyone would want you. It doesn’t matter to Hotch beyond a weary heartbreak for you, as he doesn’t mind if it takes time to convince you. He only wishes you’d have more confidence. You’re pretty and you deserve to know it. 

“Hello,” he says, with intent to try again. 

You like him. He’s a grown man and a good judge of character, better of action, and he’d like to think that your sudden grimace whenever he speaks is again this cloud of insecurity rather than a true dislike for him. You have to warm up to him every day, but you do warm. 

“Hi, Hotch.” 

And listen, he’s not one to flirt at work, but if he ever wants a real shot with you, he has to be heavy-handed. “Hi,” he repeats, smiling, “how are things today?” 

You’re assistant office administrator for the BAU, and so Hotch isn’t technically your boss, but you do work beneath him. “Things are the same as always.” 

“Not too hard for you, then.” 

You catch his teasing, which is a new development. “Not too hard for me,” you say.

He doesn’t pretend he has reason to hang around. He thinks it might’ve contributed to you not believing he’s interested; he’d drop by with coffee because you seemed tired, or checked in on issues that didn’t need his supervision, and you’d taken every extra minute spent at your door as his attentiveness to his job, rather than an affection for you.

He stands with his hand on the doorway and just looks at you. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“You look beautiful today.” 

You touch the button at your neck. “It’s too much for work.” 

“No.” You’re wearing normal business casual clothing. You’ve pulled a necklace over your sweater, soft collar of a shirt kissing your throat. He imagines you’re wearing regular pants and flats or maybe a skirt and short heels beneath the desk, it doesn’t matter. “It’s not just what you’re wearing. You look pretty.” 

You could catch flame if something sparked near you. Lost, your lips part, and eventually you squeeze out a timid, “Thank you, Hotch.” 

 “Aaron.” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Can we get coffee?” He dislikes the panic in your eyes and regrets how casual he sounded. “Can I get you a coffee?” 

“I’m okay.” 

“Well, maybe we can take lunch together?” 

“Have I done something?” 

“Have you?” he asks. 

He feels… young. Haley was the only woman he’d been with at a time, and casually there have been others now, but you’re the first woman he’s attempted to woo like this. He sometimes forgets that you’re shy and that he’s been married, distracted by his fizzing, almost joyful feelings for you. Flirting with you is a pleasure. 

You lick your lips quickly. “Where did you want to go? For lunch?” 

He was thinking you could bring your sandwich to his desk, but what you’re asking is a thousand times better. “Where do you want to go? Melanie’s?” he suggests. 

You breathe out in a strange laugh. “For lunch?” 

No, perhaps not. It’s rather fancy. “Somewhere nice, at least,” he says. 

“I don’t know where’s nice.” 

“Well, we can find somewhere. I’ll try to find somewhere before one, what do you think?” 

“Okay.” 

He smiles. “Okay.” 

He’s pulling away from the doorway when you stand up from your rolling chair and say his name, a near yelp, “Hotch! Wait, uh, wait a second.” 

He immediately turns back. “What?” he asks, giving you a quick once over. 

“Are you sure I’m not in trouble for something?” you ask. To your credit, you give a bashful little laugh. “I feel like I’m walking into a trap.” 

“I have no intentions of trapping you anywhere.” 

“Please don’t fire me at Melanie’s.” 

He smiles at you again and leaves your alcove of the office to head back to his own. Around the desks and the bullpen where his team sit doing their paperwork, up the stairs to the landing. He pauses before he goes inside.

JJ’s standing behind Derek’s desk. They’re chatting, JJ sipping at a mug, a small smile on her lips. Spencer watches her from his own desk. He doesn’t like her anymore to Hotch’s knowledge, but it doesn’t stop him from smiling at her with that slight thread of lovelorn shyness when she asks him what he’s so busy doing. 

Hotch has a moment of clarity at his desk when he realises he needs to find somewhere perfect to take you come lunch time. You hadn’t seemed convinced of your job security when he’d left you, and he spends some time pondering how best to accommodate you as he sorts thought Quantico’s best cafes and restaurants. 

He has emails to answer, phone calls to take, and to make. Time moves quickly, and by 1:02 he’s all sorts of late. It’s almost 1:12PM when he’s again at your office door, a warm plastic bag against his side. 

You’re looking at your lap. Coat in your hands, lip nibbled raw, there’s an internal conversation happening that he’s not privy to. He doubts he’d like it very much —the agony of self-doubt is written plainly in your slouch. 

He knocks your door, feeling very sorry for your startled jump. “Hi. Sorry, I’m late, I know. But I thought I’d bring dinner to you.” 

He thought of it like this: if he were to take you to dinner, you could explain it away as a professional superior who was going to fire you and changed his mind, or a superior checking in on his employee, or a superior simply being kind. He has, on occasion, taken different members of his team or office out to discuss things in their lunch hours because he was busy and needed their time at a convenient hour. You might not think anything of it. 

Right now, Hotch really wants you to think something of it. 

“What?” you ask. 

“Is that okay with you, if we stay here?” 

It’s a little much for you, apparently. You finally tip into incredulity. “Aaron, is everything alright? I really don’t understand what’s going on.” 

“I’d like to eat lunch together.”

“But why?” 

“Because you’re good company.” He’s sat knee to knee with serial killers, and his next sentence is still scary, “Because I like you, and I’m not sure how else to show it.” 

You press your coat to your stomach, frowning. “You like me.” 

“I was under the impression that you liked me too,” he says, smiling despite you and himself. Hotch might be a drill sergeant and a bully all those terrible moody stations as a boss, but he’s also just a man, and there’s little room for stoicism in love. 

“But you…” 

He waits, but then feels too sorry for you to let you flounder. “Honey, I don’t know how else to put it. I’ve tried compliments, I brought you that plant,” —he points to the still blooming orchid on your window— “I ask you what your plans are every weekend.” He looks swiftly behind him. Alone, he edges into your office to close the door and allow some privacy. “And every weekend I ask you if you want to get a drink. I’d think you didn’t like me if it weren’t for your tell.” 

“What’s my tell?” 

Your hand. Whenever he’s around, you take something into your hand and squeeze at it or feel it like you’re going to explode with nerves. He saves you the explanation, and instead lays his most gentle look on you. “If I’m wrong, please let me know. I’d never want to put you in an uncomfortable position, but you’re lovely.”

“You’re not making me uncomfortable,” you say, semi-disbelieving. “You never do. I'm just confused.” 

“I’d really like to get to know you as more than a colleague.”

“You know me,” you mumble. 

He does. He knows what your favourite colour is, your favourite food, your soccer team. He sent you flowers on your birthday, asks after your sick neighbour, and checks your office light every night when he goes home, though he knows what time you leave each evening. And he knows that you’re scared to admit to liking him or anyone, because you worry you’re not allowed. 

“I do,” he agrees, giving the plastic bag a jostle. He doesn’t need big answers now. “Can I sit down?” 

You might not have a big answer to give, but your expression tells a story nonetheless. You wheel your seat backward and he pulls a spare chair toward your desk, your smile like an adornment as you push aside your things to make room. You smile so hard it changes your entire face. 

“Do you have napkins?” you ask, not so subtly breathless as he places the bag down and pushes the plastic back. 

He pulls out a wedge of them. You pinch them, and for a second the both of you hold them, your eyes meeting, your cheeks appled with matching smiles. 

“I thought the orchid was for secretary’s day,” you say quietly, taking the napkins. 

“You aren’t a secretary,” he says, holding out a plastic fork. 

When you go to grab it, he moves it up out of the way. Your startled laugh is beautiful. Totally stunning. He hadn’t realised how badly he’d wanted the quiet intimacy of teasing you over lunch until he had it. 

You grab the fork before he can move it again. “Too slow,” you say. 

“Oh, you think so?” he asks. 

“I know so, Aaron. Who has the fork?” 

Aaron, he thinks. Finally, Aaron. “You have the fork, but I have your lunch. I’d tread carefully if I were you.” 

[rafesteddy]

what was bardown!rafe’s reaction to hearing pornstar??

Thank you so much for your ask! 💕This can absolutely be read as a standalone—no need to read Bar Down first. All you need to know is that Rafe and the reader got together quickly, but they agreed to slow things down after a misunderstanding. Much to Rafe’s frustration, they’re “just friends” for now… but it’s anything but simple with these two. Rafe is a defenseman on the LA Kings, and this story takes place in Los Angeles. Kelce is the goalie, dating the reader’s best friend, Stassie. If you have read Bar Down, this occurs right before Valentine’s Day and the Four Nations Tournament.

*intentional text message spelling mistakes*

+18 -> smut

𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝔂!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓹𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: pining, teasing, swearing, ownership (you're mine, etc.), pet names, smau at the end, mutual masturbation <- neither one is aware, but there are graphic depictions of Rafe and the reader in fantasy, dirty talk, sex toys, wet and messy, Rafe and the reader are down bad, pathetic!rafe

Rafe’s phone lights up with your name. Mid-stretch on the couch, he answers like he’s been waiting all day.

“Hey, you,” your voice hums through the speaker, warm and teasing. “You free?”

He smiles, already sitting up. “It’s an off night.”

“So?”

Rafe leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees like you could somehow see him through the phone. “Off nights are for you.”

You laugh—bright and helpless—trying to play it cool but giving yourself away instantly. “God, you’re a sweetheart,” you murmur, smiling so wide it almost hurts.

“A sweetheart, huh? You know Kelce thinks I’m pathetic, right?”

“Kelce?”

“Yeah. Says I’m whipped.”

“Mhmm… And he’s not with Stassie?” you tease.

“Nah, we both are, sweetheart,” Rafe shrugs with a grin. “Lost causes when it comes to you two—like you didn’t already know.”

“I wasn’t aware…”

“No shit?” He laughs and sighs softly. “Guess I’ll need to come on stronger—”

You giggle and sigh too—a little laugh that lets him know you’d love that more than anything. “Well, I actually called because I need your help with something—”

“My help?” He asks, and you can hear the smile in his deep voice.

“Mhmm…”

“Anything for you.”

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You’re standing in front of his door. All dolled up: lips glossy, hair curled, heels high, holding a garment bag and a heavy-looking canvas tote.

Rafe opens it and takes one look at you, any semblance of a “cool guy” act folding with a single glance. “Damn. Please tell me you’re moving in—”

You laugh and roll your pretty eyes. “Ha, ha.”

“M’serious,” he says as you stroll past him, tossing the garment bag onto the couch. “I’m here on business?”

“Business?” He repeats, one brow lifting in that teasing way he knows drives you crazy.

You spin around, eyes dancing as you dig into your tote, pulling out a smaller bag—and from it, a chunky, silver-trimmed camcorder straight out of the early 2000s.

Rafe blinks a few times, staring back at you. “Okay…”

“You’re helping me shoot a music video,” you say sweetly.

Rafe stares even harder, brows rumpling with confusion. “You’re jokin’… Me?”

“Of course you.” A grin tugs slow and wide across his mouth as he reaches for the camera. “It’s supposed to look like it’s shot at home, very chill, relaxed—”

“Holy shit,” he mutters, voice already dropping into that soft, playful tone he only ever uses with you. “Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you coo as you reach into the garment bag pulling out a black satin dress you know he’ll love.

“My pleasure…” The words leave his lips slower than intended, almost comically slow as his entire night takes a turn for the better. His dream girl in his apartment, dressed like a fantasy. Yeah, it’s not getting any better than this.

You hold up the dress by the hanger, fingers delicate as they slide down the material before throwing Rafe a wink and disappearing down his hallway. His eyes track the swing of your hips until you vanish behind the bathroom door. The door stays cracked open—just barely, but enough—enough to send him into a tailspin.

Rafe stares at the space between the hinges like it’s a portal; a portal filled with mistakes he can’t afford to make if he wants you back. One where he’d slam the door and take you right there on the bathroom counter, dismissing any ‘just friends’ rule he has the displeasure of following.

His heart hammers in his chest; palms sweaty as he grips the camcorder like a lifeline. Rafe drags a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. “… Think pure thoughts,” he mutters. “Be normal. Be cool. Be a friend.”

He fiddles with the buttons, clearing his throat like that might somehow fix him. “I, uh… Wha—what’s the name of the song, sweetheart?” He calls, desperate to redirect his thoughts.

“Pornstar,” you answer, light and bubbly like it’s just any other word and the man hearing it isn’t Rafe Cameron.

Rafe freezes, staring at the wall blankly before looking down at the camcorder in his clammy hands like it might catch fire. He laughs—dry and nervous—shaking his head, trying to rattle out his impure thoughts. “Of course it is,” he mutters. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Rafe leans back against the counter, staring up at the ceiling, trying to redirect his thoughts, derailing in a moment as the door creaks and time stops. You step out in a satin dress—the inky black fabric clinging to your soft skin like it was painted on.

Your hair is tossed messily; lashes dark and fluttering. You look through the camera at him, giving him that come-hither smile that has him holding his breath.

You walk past him again—dressed like sin, and Rafe follows you like a puppy, angling the camera down at you as you sit down on his couch, the high slits on the sides of your dress teasing upper-thigh—tormenting him. Rafe lifts the camera, hands already trembling.

You reach over, pushing play on the track, letting your new single swell through his lavish apartment. “Action.”

♫⋆｡♪ I wanna watch you like a movie

I wanna put you on the stage

I wanna know what you’d do to me

I wanna put you on the tape…

Flashing red light

Baby, you’re a star…♫⋆｡♪

Rafe is fixated; following the slow drag of your palm down your thigh, the curve of your lips when you mouth the words of the song coming from your phone, the arch of your back when the chorus drops.

♫⋆｡♪Fuck me all night

Show me who you are…

Pornstar…♫⋆｡♪

He swallows hard, jaw tightening, knees locking, brain short-circuiting as you tip your head slightly, eyes wide and longing as you lip sync.

Because this isn’t just a song. This is you asking, Do you still want me? And every part of him—the broken and longing—is screaming: Yes.

You stand up mid-chorus, smooth and deliberate, and he follows, still clutching the camcorder, still forgetting how to breathe around you as you walk toward his bedroom.

You don’t say a word as you push open the door, disappearing inside, leaving it wide for him to follow.

He catches every moment, the shift of your hair when you move, the stretch of satin over your curves, the sly bend of your smile. He barely makes it through the doorway when you spin around, grinning wickedly.

“Cut.”

His eyes widen, lashes blinking like that can’t possibly be true. “That’s… uh. That’s it? Don’t you need more?” He almost whines, looking back at you helplessly.

“Yeah, silly. I just have to change,” you tease, walking past him and running your hand across his broad chest as you move toward his walk-in closet.

Rafe sets the camcorder carefully on the nightstand and rests his hands on top of his head.

His ears perk up at the rustle of clothes, the sound of hangers sliding, the breath of satin hitting the floor. He turns, just enough to catch a glimpse of black pooling at your feet, before looking away.

“Can I help you find somethin’?” He asks hopefully—just a few seconds too late—but his disappointment is quickly interrupted by the sight of you stepping out in nothing but heels and a game-day button-down—white, oversized, freshly pressed, hanging half off your shoulder.

“Fuck me.” He can’t stop those two needy words from slipping past his lips. His cheeks burn with embarrassment as you giggle and roll your eyes.

“That’s not very professional, Cameron,” you smile.

“Well,” he huffs, his eyes refusing to blink, “never said I was… M’workin’ for free, by the way—”

“Damn,” you giggle. “This isn’t a part of our friendship agreement. You wanna get paid?” You ask as you step toward him slowly, designer heels clicking across the hardwood.

“I guess… I—” He mumbles, swallowing hard, eyes locked on the valley of cleavage peeking from his button-down. “What, umm… What was I talkin’ about?” He asks as his gaze lifts to yours.

You shrug and smile, and he moves a little closer. Your heart races as you feel the heat of his body radiating off his clothes, his rich cologne muddling your thoughts. You lean in, breath warm and teasing, as you press your hands against his chest feeling his heart bang under your palms.

“Action.”

You walk away and he shakes his head, rattling out those thoughts, fumbling as he raises the camera to meet you. Your hips are slow and fluid, swaying to the music bleeding faintly through the room.

Your fingers trail along his black curtains, the edge of his dresser that he fucked you on once before, running your nails across the glass of the stand up mirror he watched you from as he took you from the back—moment after moment, memory after memory–marking your territory without ever saying a word.

When you reached the balcony doors, you slid one open, letting the cool LA night spill in, goosebumps rise along his strong arms. You step outside; the city lit up around you, a halo of gold and blue washing over you.

The hem of his shirt flutters around your thighs; hair caught up in the breeze–Rafe’s jaw clenches tight as he watches you back up into the balcony rail, arching your back, letting your hair dangle over the edge.

You lean forward, twist around like he grabbed your hips, arching your back slow and deliberate.

♫⋆｡♪I wanna hear you talking dirty

I wanna see it on your face

I wanna feel you put the work in

I wanna watch you entertain…

Flashing red light

Baby, you’re a star…♫⋆｡♪

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t fucking think. Could barely remember why he was supposed to stay still at all.

♫⋆｡♪Fuck me all night

Show me who you are…♫⋆｡♪

And then, just when he thought it couldn’t get better your hands moved up your body. Pinch. Twist. Pop. The first button came undone and Rafe’s stomach dropped. You moved to the next as you walked past the stunned man before you. Pinch. Twist. Pop. Pinch. Twist. Pop.

When the last button slipped free, the shirt slid from your shoulders onto the floor. And underneath? Nothing but black lace. Thin straps clinging to your shoulders. Bodice hugging every perfect curve. The fabric, sheer in all the right places. Cut high, curved low—designed to kill him on sight.

♫⋆｡♪ Pornstar

Pornstar

Show me who you are…♫⋆｡♪

Then you turn around and it knocks the air clean out of his chest. He knows that lingerie. Knows it down to the little bow at the center of your chest, the sheer black lace, the thin straps framing your hips just right.

You’re standing in front of his bed like you never left it. Same look in your eyes… His girl. It’s like his body remembers before his brain can catch up—a sudden ache behind his ribs that makes it hard to swallow.

Tears threaten before he even understands why as his frustration swells in his throat because why the fuck are you so pretty? And how the hell did he mess this up?

He’s already burning it into memory again. The way the lace hugs your curves. The way your hair falls. Every inch of bare skin he hasn’t seen in weeks. He takes a mental picture—one he knows he’ll see every night when he closes his eyes and reaches for himself.

Then you hold out your hand and without a second thought, he gives you his. You pull him gently toward the bed, the camera still rolling, catching the gold glint of his Rolex and the way his big hand perfectly wraps around yours.

You step backwards, guiding him, eyes locked on him. And when your knees hit the edge of the bed, you let yourself fall back.

Your hands drift higher and higher, fingertips skimming up your sides as you stretch across the comforter. And just before he crumbles and waves his white flag of defeat you whisper a soft, “Cut.”

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

Neither of you sleep. Not really. Not even after you say goodnight and goodbye. He stays sprawled out on the couch, muscles aching, sweat cooling on his bare chest, breathing hard. Even harder when he thinks of you—smiling in that hoodie he let you take home.

His mind reels with snapshots of the night: you in that black dress, dropping his shirt off your perfect body, you in the lingerie he thought maybe he had just imagined in some sort of lucid dream but it was that same pretty little set. His same beautiful girl.

His cock throbs against the waistband of his sweats—trapped and leaking—twitching with every heartbeat.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

Across the city, you lie twisted in his sweatshirt, flushed and panting, vibrator buzzing steady against your clit.

Your thighs are slick, trembling; your whole body on edge, hypersensitive and starved for him. You whimper into the sheets, grinding against the toy in frantic, needy little circles.

In your mind, it’s him—his hands, rough and greedy on your skin as his hungry mouth moves desperately with yours. His voice, low and deep in your mind as it swirls around like a song. ‘You have no fucking idea how bad I need you right now, sweetheart.’ You press the toy harder, making your stomach coil, your hips rolling faster.

It crashes over you—sharp and hot. Your orgasm rips through you, thighs shaking, hips bucking helplessly, but it barely scratches the surface.

You’re still burning; still clenching around something fake, craving something real, dragging the sleeve of his hoodie to your mouth, breathing him in deeper.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

Rafe groans, low and broken, as he shoves a hand in his pants and wraps it around his thick cock. He’s already a fuckin’ mess, sticky with precum, throbbing and sensitive, hissing at his rough touch.

He squeezes his eyes shut, but all he can see is you—slick and spread wide, whimpering into his pillow with his cock buried in your pussy.

In his head, your voice ruins him, ‘Say it, Rafe. Say you’re mine.’

He fists himself harder, rough strokes dragging over the fat head of his cock, hips jerking off the couch.

“Fuck,” he gasps, breathless as his orgasm hits, spilling all over his fist and stomach, groaning into the empty room. Ropes and ropes of cum, picturing it filling you up; your glossed hole creamy and wet, leaking onto his sheets.

He pictures the way your fingers reach between your thighs, showing it off like you’re proud, gathering him on your fingers before you take it between your lips, your pretty pink tongue swirling slow, sucking yourself clean, making his thoughts turn greedy as he thinks about ruining your mouth, the man not even close to coming down from his high, already dreaming about the next with you.

But the second it fades… the second he thinks those thoughts, he’s hard again. Still aching. Still desperate.

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But you don’t stop either. Tears sting your eyes as you tow the toy back up to your clit, nipples dragging across the rough material of his hoodie.

You picture him slamming the bedroom door open, crossing the room in two furious strides. Tearing the toy out of your hands.

Your second orgasm crashes into you harder than the first—sharper and meaner, soaking the sheets, dripping down on the mattress.

You toss the toy beside you, chest heaving as your body shakes, chasing what only he can give you. You reach over, rolling to his side of the bed, grabbing his pillow you couldn’t bring yourself to wash.

You shift just enough to straddle it, thighs burning as you start to ride, eyes screwed shut as you picture Rafe below you.

You can see him so clearly—his hands on your hips, jaw clenched, blue eyes dark as he drinks you in. ‘Look at you, baby… So needy for me. So fuckin’ wet. I’ve got you. You don’t have to beg. I know exactly what you need. You’re mine. You know that, right? You were made to fuck me.’

You cry out, grinding harder as the pressure inside you builds fast. Your hips rock, frantic and filthy, your soaked pussy dragging against the pillow in tight, desperate rolls. You picture his hands gripping your ass, guiding you faster.

His head tipped back, breath ragged, smiling up at you like you’re his whole fuckin’ world. ‘You’re so beautiful when you cum for me. So fuckin’ perfect. That’s it, baby. Just like that.’

Your eyes squeeze shut, hands clawing the pillow, and your release finally hits. Tears spill hot down your cheeks—you don’t even try to hold them back.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

Rafe slows down… That’s what you would do.

He lowers his pants down on his hips, laying down on the couch, gathering his cum on his hand for lube before starting again.

He bites down on his bottom lip, picturing you riding him slow; hips grinding, tits bouncing. ‘You’re dripping for me, baby. Look at you.’

It’s a full-body fantasy of you straddling his hips, eyes rolling back, mouth slick and swollen from kissing. He pictures your hands on his chest, nails scratching down, voice soft and breathless. ‘Fuck, Rafe… Feels so good, baby… You’re so deep.’

He pictures you tilting closer, taking in your sweet perfume, the warmth of your breathing hitting his lips as they brush against his and you whisper into his mouth, ‘—It’s like you were made for me…’

“Fuck,” he groans, head falling back.

‘You like watching me ride you, don’t you?’ Your smile is so ingrained in his mind—burned into his memory—your soft giggle and the sparkle in your eye making him groan with need. ‘I know you do, Rafe. Let me make you feel good, baby… Let me take care of you. I love taking care of you. I love you—’

And with those sweet thoughts, he’s gone.

‘Tell me you’re mine, Rafe. Say it so I can cum for you—’

“I’m yours,” he gasps—pathetic and hoarse. “All yours, sweetheart. Always.” He strokes faster, rougher, your voice wrapping around him like silk.

He chokes out your name as the orgasm crashes over him, cumming in thick, messy spurts, hips stuttering, body jerking under his own hand. Moaning deep into the quiet.

And without thinking, hands shaking, he grabs his phone…

Rafe: i miss you so bad it’s pathetic

Rafe: can’t even close my eyes without seeing you

He tosses the phone on the table, rubbing his hands over his eyes in annoyance, grumbling about his lack of self control.

Your phone buzzes on your night stand, making your stomach flutter. Your body clenches the second you see his name; heart melting when you see the words on his text you were dying to say yourself.

You snap a photo—messy hair, glowy skin, thighs bare, his sweatshirt bunched around your hips, hiding just enough, and send it.

Your Name: me too

He lets out a strangled, broken laugh and buries his face in the couch, smiling like a fucking idiot. Like he’s hopelessly in love… because he is. There’s no surviving you. There’s no getting over you. There’s only you.

His thumbs shake as he types:

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[trulyy-yourzz]

HEYYYYY so I'm also fan of daniel ceasar and he has a song and the lyrics go like

"The piano that I fuck you on.Same one that on which I write these songs for you.They're one in the same.That goes for us, too, I give you my name.The bed on which I lay to sleep.And lay with you and lay in deep.There ain't no difference, this case there isn't.That goes for us, too."

please write a fic of billie inspired by these lyrics. thank youuuuu in advance

♡Smut - B.E x Fem!reader

Billie fucking you on the piano? Genius. I decided to give this a little twist and make it a little christmasy, enjoy baby 💕

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It was cold outside. Freezing, really. And there's nothing better than a cup of hot chocolate and quality time with your girlfriend while she played your favorite songs on piano during the night of christmas Eve.

Your head laid on top of the piano, watching Billies fingers skillfully glide across the piano, pressing each note with intent as she played a beautiful melody. The song was one you remembered from her playing it many times, so you hummed along.

Billie looked up, locking eyes with you as a warm smile plastered across both of your faces. She stopped playing, and tilted her head. Her eyes lingering on yours as she sighed and laughed. "What's funny" You said, giggling.

"How i manged to end up with such a gorgeous woman like you." Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies filling your stomach. It's not like it was the first time you've heard her compliment you. But coming from her, it was always special. "Thank you baby."

Her tongue stuck out between her lips, adding a glossy coat to them as she smiled at you once again. "I really want to kiss you right now." You lifted your head from the piano and walked towards her. As you got closer, she reached for your waist, wrapping her arm around you and pulling your body down onto her lap. "Then kiss me Billie." And without a second to waste, she did exactly that. Connecting her soft lips with yours, kissing you tenderly.

You cupped her cheek with your hand, deepening the kiss as you hummed softly, sending vibrations through Billies body. Doing so, she groaned, shifting your position and fully pulling you onto her lap, causing you to straddle her.

You wrapped your arms around her, tracing circles on the back of her neck as you pulled away, gasping for air. "You're amazing" She whispered, clearly in an completely different headspace. She was lost in your touch, and hopefully soon enough.. your taste.

Billie slid her hands underneath your thighs, lifting you off of her and placing you onto the piano, your hands accidentally bashing all types of keys on the piano in the process, creating a messy and scrambled tune that rang throughout the house. Hungrily, she connected her lips back with yours in need of any type of physical touch she could get.

Billie swiftly parted your legs, cupping your pussy through the thick fabric, causing you to moan and pull back, gasping for air. "Billie.." She just shushed you and grabbed onto the bottom of your pretty white skirt, lifting it above your waist, only for her to discover that you weren't wearing any underwear. She bit down onto her lip, smiling. "Good girl."

She leaned back, getting a good look of you already a mess. Your silky hair disheveled and legs parted, waiting impatiently for her to just touch you. And this was only the beginning. "Fuck."

"Come on billie.. touch me. Please?" You whined, the desperation clear in your voice, sending a shiver down her spine as she exhaled, her voice trembling once she spoke. "Oh, I will baby. Trust me." You nodded your head as she grabbed your leg, pulling you closer. You leaned back, watching as she coated her middle and ring finger in her own spit. She smirked, watching your body squirm.

Slowly, she slid the two digits inside your folds, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers. "Relax mama." You nodded your head, taking a shaky deep breath. Abruptly, she pushed her fingers deeper, hitting at just the right angle, causing your back to arch off the piano. "Oh my- Fuck, right there!", "yeah? You like that hm?" You nodded your head rapidly, pushing your hips up, greedily needing her fingers deeper. Needing to cum.

Her other hand snaked her way up your chest, wrapping her hands around your neck and applying just enough pressure for you to know who's in charge. Billie curled her fingers into your spongey walls, attempting to coax those sweet moans out of you. Your body began to tremble, your breaths sharp. Quickening. Your breasts rise and fall quickly, shuddering as they join your body's excitement. "Billie i.. I need to cum–", "Hold it for me, baby. I know you can."

You cried out, head tilted back and giving into the sensation, legs shuddering as you tried your best to hold it in. Billie watched as your eyes fluttered closed, taking the chance to sit back down and grab onto yoir thighs, spreading your legs farther apart. Attaching her lips to your clit. Sucking. Licking. Soaking in the taste of you.

You gasped, choaking on your moans as your hands frantically grabbed onto a fist full of Billies hair. Reaching for something. Anything.

You squeal, a spasm of delight as your eyes roll back. She hummed, the vibrations making your body jolt as your legs instinctively closed around her head, grinding onto her face. Wanting.. needing to cum. "I can't..! Billie!!"

"Cum."

Your body arched off the piano. Your sharp crys and moans now being the only kind of melody that filled the room. The music of a woman's pleasure. No piano. Just you. You panted, breasts quivering with each rise and fall of your chest. But she doesn't stop. Too consumed in the taste of you. Addicted. You looked so pretty when you were like this. You were the most beautiful woman in the universe. Moments like these were sacred to her. And she wouldn't trade anything for it, not even the world. You belonged to her. And she belonged to you.

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Notes: The original was 100 times better than this trash, but Tumblr decided to be an ass today and delete it. I told myself I would post today so heres this for now 🥲 I'll make something better soon 💕 ily!

[springtyme]

Hey luv, hope all is well. So, I just previously read your spencer x girly!reader and I absolutely loved them. While reading the chess part, an idea sparked.

So if possible could you do something similar where Spencie boy and girly!reader are playing chess and she is obviously frustrated or something because she doesn’t understand. So being the amazing boy wonder he is, Spencer secretly acts like he had no good moves and the reader just starts pointing out the moves he could make not knowing he can clearly see those moves and he lets the reader win making her super excited and happy and immediately sets the board back and starts another game.

I just think it would be so cute to see how Spencer would just gaze at and admire the reader as she is focused and asks questions. If this is too confusing or too similar to the original chess part no worries. It’s simply a mere thought I had. Do with it what you please!!!

Love your works and your blog 🥰🤗

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ♡

Thank you so much, hun ♡ I't makes me so happy to hear that you liked the other ones, I've had so much fun with them. And thank you so much for this request, it's such a cute scenario!

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: Spencer truly can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in his life. With you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters. You keep being patient with him, every step of the way. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot. All he ever want to do is make you smile, even when it means that he has to lose in chess on purpose. Part one & part two 💕

word count: 2.0k

a/n: I was actually in a chess club in school, but we did not play chess, so sorry if the chess parts aren’t very accurate, I tried my best, lol.

Spencer watches you intently, his heart swelling with adoration at the sight of you trying your best. He can see the determination in your eyes, the way you furrow your brow in concentration, and it only deepens the love he feels for you. Your stained lips pouting sweetly as you contemplate your next move

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back in your chair with a frustrated expression. “I just don’t understand this game, Spence. I feel like I’m making all the wrong moves,” you sigh, moving your knight in a random direction. “At this point I‘m just making moves for the sake of it.”

Spencer can’t help but smile at your frustration, finding it endearing how you get so worked up over a game of chess. Moving your knight wasn’t the best move you could have made, but he doesn’t want to tell you that, and it wasn’t the worst move either. He reaches out to gently place his hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but he lets his fingers linger for a little while. It always manages to surprise him how soft your skin is, and how it feels so warm and comforting beneath his touch.

You look up at him, your pretty eyes meeting his gaze and Spencer feels how his heart skips a beat at the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Some people use their entire life to master this game, and you’ve only been playing for a few weeks,” he reminds you. “You’re doing great, and trust me, you’re not as lost as you think you are.”

You smile softly at his reassurance. “So, what I’m hearing you say is that if I keep going, there’s still a chance that I can be a big old chess nerd like you?” you tease, nudging him playfully.

Spencer chuckles at your teasing, loving the way you always manage to make him laugh, something he hasn’t always had an easy time with. “Hey, being a nerd isn’t that bad, okay?”

“No, it’s not,” you agree, leaning in closer to him. “In fact, I think it’s kind of cute.” Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a warmth spread through him at the way you look at him with such affection.

Spencer knows many things, arguably too many things, but he will never be able to understand what you see in him, you’re so beautiful and confident and always so kind to everyone, there is no doubt in his mind that you are way, way out of his league, but he is grateful every day that you, for whatever reason, chose him.

“I’m glad you think so,” he mumbles, a slight blush dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I actually think you’re very cute, you know,” you say playfully, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face with a gentle touch. Spencer can feel his heart racing in his chest as he looks into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration reflected back at him.

He leans in closer to you, unable to resist the magnetic pull that always seems to bring you both together. Your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the love and affection that Spencer feels for you. In that moment, nothing else matters except for the two of you and the way your hearts beat as one.

As you pull away, a smile tugs at the corners of Spencer’s lips, a smile that only you can bring out in him. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes shining with your own smile, bright and full of happiness.

Spencer will never be able to wrap his head around why you love him, but damn he is glad and forever grateful that you do. If he could travel back in time and tell his younger self that he would find someone as amazing and wonderful as you - that someone as beautiful and kind hearted as you would ever love him, he wouldn’t have believed it, he would probably think that it was some kind of cruel joke. But here you are.

It’s overwhelming, really, the love and adoration he feels for you in every fiber of his being. He never knew he could feel this way about someone, never knew that someone could make him feel so alive and complete. The fact that he feels so at home and normal with another person in his life is beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

But with you, everything just feels so natural, despite him being in completely foreign waters, you keep being patient with him every step of the way and with you by his side, it doesn’t seem so daunting anymore. With you, everything just falls into place, like the missing piece of a puzzle finally fitting snugly into its spot.

“Oh, you got something…” you whisper, almost more to yourself than him. He is confused for a short second, until he feels your thumb brush against the corner of his mouth, wiping away the trace of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his. Spencer chuckles at the realization, feeling a warm rush of affection for you. “There…” you say with a soft smile.

Spencer can’t help but chuckle at the tender gesture, feeling a surge of warmth behind his chest.

“You can’t keep distracting me like this,” you tease, leaning in closer to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m actually trying to beat you at this game, you know.”

Spencer’s smile widens at your playful tone, a twinkle in his eye as he looks at you. “Who says I’m going to make it easy for you?” he responds, his voice laced with amusement.

“You did! You literally said that you would go easy on me,” you pout, crossing your arms in mock annoyance.

Spencer laughs, a sound that fills the room with joy. “Okay, okay, I may have said that,” he concedes, “but, I don’t think you really need me to, you know. You’re a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up beating me at my own game someday.”

“I doubt that,” you mumble, looking back at the board with furrowed brows.

Spencer leans back in his chair, watching you with admiration as you study the board, he can see the gears turning in your head. He knows what move he should be doing, the move that could make him win the game, but he isn’t really interested in that.

“Well, it looks like I’m running out of options,” he say, feigning defeat as he moves his bishop into a vulnerable position.

You glance up at him. “You could have moved your rook to that square and set up a potential checkmate in a few moves,”you point out, sounding both surprised and proud that you saw the possible move.

Spencer had, of course, seen that it would have been the right move to make, but he wanted to give you a chance to shine, and to prolong the game. Seeing the pride and satisfaction in your eyes is worth more than winning any game ever could.

“Oh, you’re right,” he says, trying to sound surprised, like he hadn’t seen that move multiple rounds in advance. But he must not be a very convincing actor, and he can’t help but smile as he watches the look of realization dawn on your face.

You roll your eyes playfully, seeing right through his act. “You’re such a goof, Spence,” you giggle, shaking your head in amusement. “But thank you for giving me a chance to show off a little.”

“I guess I just wanted to give you a fighting chance,” he says, leaning in closer to you.

You playfully swat at his arm, a laugh escaping your lips. “Dork,” you tease, but there’s a fondness in your tone that makes his heart swell with even more love for you, and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaning back again to look at you, his heart overflowing with adoration for you.

You playfully roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of gratitude in your expression. “Well, thanks for the favor,” you say with a smile, moving your queen in a strategic position that surprises Spencer.

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at your move, impressed by your strategic thinking. “Oh, someone’s feeling confident now, huh?” he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shrug nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Well, you did say you weren’t going to go easy on me,” you quip, moving your pieces with a newfound determination.

Spencer watches you closely, his heart filled with pride at the way you’re starting to grasp the game more and more and making better and better strategic moves. He can’t help but admire your intelligence and quick thinking, feeling a sense of awe at the way you surprise him at every turn.

And yes, he might go a little easy on you from time to time, but he can see that you’re starting to understand the game on a deeper level. And that, to him, is worth more than winning a game of chess ever could.

As the game progresses, Spencer can see the determination in your eyes, the way you carefully plan out your moves and anticipate his next move

“You’re really giving me a run for my money, aren’t you?” Spencer remarks, a smile playing on his lips as he watches you strategize your next move. You give him a sly grin, clearly enjoying the challenge. “I told you not to underestimate me, Spence,” you say confidently, moving your knight into a position that puts him on the defensive.

Spencer chuckles, impressed by your bold move. “I should know better by now,” he admits, moving his rook to protect his vulnerable bishop. The game continues, each move calculated and strategic, and Spencer can’t help but admire the way you’ve grown since your first game together.

“Checkmate,” you say triumphantly, a grin stretching across your face as you realize you’ve won. Spencer can’t help but smile back, feeling a rush of excitement and happiness at your victory. “Well done, darling,” he says, leaning in to give you a congratulatory kiss.

“I still feel like you went easy on me, but thank you,” you tease, a playful glint in your eye. Spencer can’t help but laugh, feeling grateful for the opportunity to see the excited smile that is lighting up your face, making your already beautiful features shine even brighter with a sense of pride.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” he teases back, a twinkle in his eye. “But regardless, you did really well, I can’t believe how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time.”

You grin at his words. “Well, I’ve had a really great teacher,” you remark. “And he is, like, sooo handsome too. It’s actually wild that I could even concentrate on the game,” you add with a wink before you’re leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

Spencer’s heart flutters at your words, feeling a surge of love and adoration for you that he can’t quite put into words, they are too big and too overwhelming to express, so instead he tries to pour every bit of that love and adoration into the kiss that he returns to you.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him as he deepens the kiss, savoring the feeling of being so close to you, of sharing this moment. He might have lost the game, but because of you, he has never felt like less of a loser.

As you both pull away, a smile lingers on both of your faces, and Spencer can’t help but feel like the luckiest man alive. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“I love you too, Spence,” you respond, your eyes filled with nothing but love and affection for him “Now help me set this board up again, I want to beat you fair and square this time,” you say with a playful glint in your eye. Spencer chuckles at your competitive spirit, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he helps you set up the board once more.

[cherie-doll]

Heheheh hello Cherie 💖💖💖

In the spirit of October 31st, I push forward this to you

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSje5TvQF/

Cosplaying or doing something scary to scare the COD men MWHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA

As usual stay blithe and healthy 💕💕

the reaction these men have kills me, thank you for the good wishes hope you stay happy and healthy during these times <33

𓏴𓏴 Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves

Ghost

The second one's reaction to his wife gives Simon

You cannot live a day without tormenting that man

What is the reason for you always doing this to him?

In the moment, he was caught with his guard down and almost used a dangerous maneuver on you

Thankfully, he stopped as soon as he realized it was just you playing a joke on him

Will just stand there and stare at you on the floor dying of laughter

Soap

Usually you're at the receiving end of a joke or prank because of Johnny

If you want to successfully scare him, planning it out won't work because he'll follow your string and know what you're doing before you can scare him

It's got to catch him off guard, you opt for the simplest prank you can think of and just scaring the living daylights out of him when he gets into the car

Not even your kid who was in the backseat scared as bad as Johnny did

You got him good but later had to constantly be on guard because he would get you back

Gaz

Kyle waking up to see you "possessed" nearly gave him a heart attack

He knew you'd try something around this time of the year but certainly not in the middle of the night when he was half-asleep and could barely see in the dark

He really thought he would have to call someone to perform an exorcism on you

Was literally begging you to stop

Slept with salt on the bedside table just in case, he don't play around with that stuff

Roach

This one wasn't even intentional

You liked messing around with your makeup before getting in the shower and he just so happened to walk in at the wrong moment

He'd already sprinted into the bedroom before you cornered him and told him it was you

Horrified he asks what was wrong with your face before you explain it was just makeup

Give him a warning lol he's easily surprised

Alejandro

The first one gives me Alejandro vibes

You've sent him out for groceries and like the obedient and sweet man he is, he'll go out even if he's busy

To him, your cooking is the best and he can't ever get tired of your acts of love for him so he goes without you having to ask twice

Mind you, he's multitasking whilst running this quick errand so when he comes back home on a phone call and you scare him like that, the unfortunate person on the other end of the line just lost their hearing that day

He apologizes at least a hundred times for throwing the grocery bag at you

Rudy

Scaring Rudy whilst he's taking care of your baby is straight up mean but it's funny

The way he calls your name out, concerned whilst holding the baby

Don't come at him for leaving the baby alone in the room, he just put the baby down in the crib before running out to see what the hell was wrong

Until the adrenaline kicked in and he ran in the opposite direction when you came after him leaving the baby in the nursery

Phillip Graves

Recently, you've been really into cosplaying whatever movie you've watched

Decided it'd be funny to dress as the nun from The Conjuring 2 as you watched the movie by yourself because Phillip could brave many things except the supernatural

He was used to your "normal" cosplays but he nearly pulled out the Bible out when he saw you perched on the end of the bed

Initially, the sight of you in your costume did scare him but he knew it was you

Didn't stop him from running when you hissed and launched at him

[elliecore4eva]

Id love a reader x elille story were elille is out on patrol and finds reader injured and takes them in and reader gets more comfortable and left there guard down over time and comes to finally trust Ellie only for elille to overthink and start panicking thinking about caring about someone so hard maybe make it take place after or before Joel's death and maybe make it a series

oooh i love this! i had so much fun writing this piece i called the series “Through the Snow and Shadows” i was also thinking of turning it into a 4 or 5 part series! Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it, love!💕

Disclaimer: I used the pronouns, she/her, i wasn’t sure which one to use, please let me know if i would change it to another one!

Pairing : Ellie Williams x Fem! Reader

Genre: Angst/ fluff : slow- burn

Summary: Through the Snow and Shadows follows Ellie as she rescues an injured woman on patrol and brings her back to Jackson. As their bond grows, Ellie struggles with her fear of opening up after losing Joel. Through small moments of trust and vulnerability, they both begin to heal, but Ellie must confront her panic about caring for someone again. A slow-burn, emotional journey with a romantic ending.

Another Disclaimer: There are no specific descriptions of the reader. i did this so it can be enjoyed by a lot of people. Again if there are any elements that make people feel uncomfortable please do call me out, respectfully of course since it isn’t my intention to do so.

Part 1 - Found in the Snow

Ellie had never liked the cold. The bitter wind that cut through her jacket, the snow that coated the ground like a never-ending blanket of white—it all felt wrong. And yet, here she was, trudging through the dense forest outside of Jackson on another patrol, just like any other day. She didn’t expect it to be anything special. It wasn’t supposed to be.

But then she found you.

She had caught sight of your figure lying in the snow, half-buried, limp, and completely still. Ellie’s heart skipped, panic bubbling in her chest as she rushed forward, her breath coming in quick, panicked bursts. She knelt beside you, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to check for a pulse.

You were alive. Barely. But alive.

The sight of your blood-drenched shirt and torn skin made Ellie’s stomach twist, but she had no time to dwell on it. She had to act. She knew the risks. She’d seen the infected, the bandits—hell, she’d lost people she loved. But you? You were human. And you needed help.

The trek back to Jackson felt like an eternity. Every step Ellie took, carrying you through the snow, felt heavier than the last. She was tired, cold, and scared, but she couldn’t let you go. Not like this. Not when you were still breathing, still fighting.

When she finally reached the gates of Jackson, Tommy and a couple of the medics helped get you inside. Ellie was too worn out to speak, her mind swirling with a million questions she didn’t have answers to. What had happened to you? How had you ended up out here all alone?

And why, despite everything, did Ellie feel this strange pull to stay by your side?

Days passed, and Ellie found herself visiting you in the infirmary every chance she got. It wasn’t like her to linger, to get involved with someone she didn’t know. She had learned long ago to keep her distance, to keep her guard up. But you were different. The way you looked at her, the silence between you, it made Ellie feel like there was something more, something she wasn’t sure she could ignore.

You didn’t say much at first. When Ellie would bring food or clean bandages, you’d barely acknowledge her presence. But Ellie couldn’t stop herself from coming back, even if it meant facing the awkwardness of the silence between you.

One afternoon, Ellie sat beside your bed, watching as you stared out the window, lost in your own thoughts.

“How’re you feeling?” Ellie asked, her voice tentative. She didn’t want to push you. She didn’t know if you wanted to talk. But she was here, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

You didn’t answer at first, your eyes distant, as though the question hadn’t registered. Ellie’s fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, to make some kind of connection. But she stopped herself. You hadn’t asked for that.

After a long pause, you glanced at her, your expression unreadable. “I don’t belong here,” you muttered, almost to yourself.

Ellie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re too nice to me,” you replied, your voice barely audible. “I don’t deserve it.”

Ellie’s heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in your voice. She didn’t know what you had gone through to feel like this, but she could understand. She’d felt it too—like she wasn’t worthy of kindness, like she didn’t deserve any of it.

“Everyone deserves kindness,” Ellie said softly, her voice steady despite the way her stomach was twisting. She was trying to be strong for you, even though she didn’t feel strong herself.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and thick. Neither of you spoke again for a while, and Ellie found herself lost in her own thoughts. She wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to caring so much about someone she didn’t know. But there was something about you, something that made her want to stay.

[poisonedprose]

Yoyoyo!! Just wondering if I could get a little re4!sub!leon x fem!reader??Like men whimpering... heart eye emoji.... It could be like you're watching tv on the couch and Leon comes home form a mission?? All needy and whiney??? Dear lord have mercy on my soul...💕 If you don't want to thats fine!! Love your work, have an amazing week <<33

₊˚✧ lost time — in which leon finds himself needy after being away for so long

leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: 0.6k words, smut, pet names (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, hand job, pwp, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, clit play

masterlists

The TV was still playing the colorful pictures in the background and the candle on the coffee table was almost burnt out by now. Leon’s whines overpowered the noise on the TV. You had been watching it quietly when he came home from his last mission. “Mommy, please…” Leon whined put as your slowly stroked his cock in a teasing manor.

“Yes, baby? What can I do for you?” You smiled. You knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how much he needed it. You felt a little bad for teasing him, knowing he was so vulnerable but he was so cute, you just couldn’t help it. “Can I please- pretty please fuck you, mommy?” His cock was twitching in your hand, a sure sign that he was desperate.

“Of course, you can baby.” You smiled, letting go of his throbbing dick and letting it smack his stomach. He was completely naked thanks to your quick undressing skills. Leon made it clear that he wanted to even the playing field as he started to claw at your underwear. “What do you say?” You talked to him like he was a small child, which only made him embarrassingly more horny.

“Please. Please take off your panties. I wanna see your beautiful pussy.” His words were so whiny and breathy, another sure sign that he was desperate. “Good boy.” You smiled and ran your pointer finger up the underside of his cock, like a reward. His cock twitched, his tip drooling out more pre cum that you couldn’t wait to feel in your cunt.

You tease him, slowly taking off your panties. He watched intently, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows in anticipation. You pull them off completely and let them fall somewhere on the couch. You’ll probably find them again in a few weeks between the cushions.

His fingers immediately greet your clit. Using tight circles to please you. “Good boy.” You moaned. “Please let me fuck you. I’ll be such a good boy. I need you.” He pleaded, his arousal clouding his senses. “How could I say no to my favorite pretty boy? Hm?” You were finally starting to give into him, his excitement was uncontainable. He whimpered, just at your consent. He wasn’t going to lay very long, you thought.

He was quickly manhandling you closer to him, reminding you of his strength and just how easy he could dominate you if he wanted. “Please. Please.” He chanted in whines, mumbling under his breath as he watched you line up his cock with you entrance. He can feel the heat from your dripping cunt, letting him know you wanted this as much as he did.

He tried to buck his hips up, trying to do anything to feel the warmth of your pussy around his desperate cock. You watched with amusement as his face contort in displeasure, he was so close to fucking you but so far away. “Aw, should mommy let you pound her pussy?” You teased, your voice so condescending but he didn’t mind.

“Ah, pretty please. I’ll be so good, mommy.” He pleads and you finally give in. You sink yourself onto his dock, both of you moaning in pleasure. Leon’s hands lazily strung on your hips, head pushed back into his pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth agape in pleasure.

“Look at you, so good f’r me.” You laugh through moans, bouncing at a slow pace on his thick cock. It seemed that no matter how many times you fucked yourself senseless on his cock, he was just too big for your tight cunt.

you’re so sweet anon, ily

[daydreamgoddess14]

Hi! 🫶 Please may I humbly make a Valentine Lovebomb request? 🩷

I would love to see number 5. A pair of exes who still have feelings for each other running into each other with River please? And perhaps in the spirit of Valentines, there could be a dusting (or more 👀) of smut?

Thank you 💖

Then she runs like it's a race

Peachy, I don't know what came over me with this one... We've got cheating (only a pinch 🤏 and its people we don't know/care about), angst, public horniness, and of course a dusting or more of smut!

Hope you like it, love! Happy Valentines to you! 💕

(I also listened to this quite a lot... horses, bolting etc, etc, you get the picture 🙃)

Realistically speaking, fresh out the box relationships should probably avoid the whole Valentine's period.

By fresh out the box, you're thinking only 5-6 dates in.

No formal discussions have taken place.

No one has mentioned meeting siblings / parents / pets.

You've slept together, but not slept together - he went to his own home afterwards, and that was perfectly acceptable.

Those early, brand new, baby step relationships should not hold any Valentine's expectations.

So the very fact that you're here, in a - quite lovely, actually - restaurant, with a great menu, delicious wine…

It kind of gives you the ‘ick’.

You're not one for being coddled, or rushed.

In fact, nine times out of ten, you're the one looking for the exit.

An unapologetic bolter.

With a barely contained sigh, you glance around the room at the other couples - and there are many.

There's an older couple opposite you holding hands across the table.

Two women seated in the window who got engaged within five minutes of sitting down because the one who popped the question was so nervous she couldn't wait any longer.

A young couple who've brought their baby on their date with them.

With a soft smile, you look around at all the variations of love surrounding you.

It's all very nice, but it's not really you.

And then your eyes fall on him.

The second you lay eyes on him you get butterflies, you always did.

Blue eyes, crinkled at the corners as he reads the menu intently.

His hair falls into his face so he sits back and pushes it away, looking across the room as he does so.

He catches you looking at him.

His brows pinch together tightly.

The woman with him must have questioned it, because it's gone again in an instant and he looks away.

Your ex.

Gorgeous, funny, wonderfully kind when his head's in the right place.

But at the time, it really wasn't.

You'd lost count of the number of times he'd turned up with blood on his hands, bruises on his torso, the occasional limp from a mildly sprained ankle.

He'd always been secretive about his job, but it got worse.

And of course, with you always on the lookout for an escape, it gave you the perfect ‘out’.

That being said...

He was different.

He seemed to like the fact that you were independent. That you weren't interested in his every waking step, that you valued his privacy.

But when he needed you - actually needed you - you'd failed.

Ran for the hills.

He's taken over your thoughts, now. You've lost count of the number of times he's caught you looking at him - and how many times you've caught him.

Your date is giving you serious goo goo eyes over the table, trying to hold your hand.

It's nauseating.

“I'll be back in a minute,” you placate him, rising from your seat and crossing the room to the bathroom.

His hand reaches out, grasping at your arm in an attempt to stop you.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice betraying a hint of a whine.

“Just the bathroom, I'll be right back,” you insist.

You know instantly this won't last.

What he wants from you, expects from you, is just not the kind of girlfriend you are.

As you stand in the bathroom, taking a moment for yourself, more memories of your ex resurface.

River Cartwright.

You had spent the last three months trying to think of anything but him.

Easier said than done.

Every time you tried to push thoughts of him out of your mind, they would only resurface with more intensity.

It was like the more you tried to forget, the more vividly you remembered every detail of him.

His messy hair always rumpled no matter how hard he tried to tame it.

Sparkling blue eyes, filled with determination.

Sentences dripping in sarcasm.

But, god, the sex was incredible.

You had made it clear from the start that you weren't looking for anything serious, that commitment wasn't in your vocabulary. Yet, River had assured you that it wouldn't be a problem. He was just as unwilling - or unable - to settle down as you were.

As you had shared more moments together, your emotions had caught you off guard. The feeling of attachment had become too intense, and you had feared that the longer you stuck around, the more likely it was that you'd end up hurting each other.

So you had left.

You had tried to convince yourself that it was for the best, but the guilt that washed over you every time you thought of him told you otherwise.

River had been the only person who had truly burrowed under your layers of detachment and nonchalance.

He had made you question the life you had built for yourself, the walls you had erected to keep others at arm's length.

Every time you looked at him, you found yourself falling into those blue eyes, the ones that seemed to see straight through you.

He read you like a book. Like a game he had all the cheat codes to.

Whenever he touched you, it was as if his touch alone could coax sounds of pleasure from deep within you, sounds that no one else had ever been able to hear before.

No one had ever been able to reduce you to a trembling, panting mess like he could. The sounds he pulled from you were foreign, even to your own ears.

Your body yearned for him, ached to be touched by him again. You found yourself desperate for that connection, those moments of mindless bliss that only he seemed to be able to give you.

You craved him like a drug.

He had awakened something within you, a desire so intense and all-consuming that it made you question your own sanity.

The memory of his hands on your skin, his mouth on your flesh, was etched into your being.

And now you were left feeling hollow and unfulfilled.

You take your time in the bathroom. Maybe if you take long enough, your date will take the hint and leave.

Unlikely.

You wonder about River's date. Who is she? Is she nice to him?

The thoughts swirl in your head, and curiosity tinged with a hint of jealousy gnaws at the back of your mind.

The idea of River with someone else, touching them in the same way he touched you, cuts through you like a knife.

You know your time is up.

The ladies room is at the start of a dark corridor that leads to a fire escape. You half wonder if it's worth making a run for it.

“You wouldn't leave him out there all alone, would you?” a voice outside the gents asks.

Your heart stutters in your chest at the sound.

It's familiar, unmistakable.

You recognise it instantly.

For a brief moment, you entertain the thought of disappearing out the fire exit, and not looking back.

“No River, I wouldn't.” You confirm with a sigh.

You steel yourself before turning to face him.

The memories and emotions associated with him hit you with the force of a tidal wave. It's almost overwhelming.

“How are you?” You ask.

“Don't do that,” he sneered. “Don't act like you give a shit.”

River's response is immediate and sharp, his words cutting through the air like a knife.

His reaction is understandable. Your last encounter had ended with so many harsh words.

You had walked away, leaving him behind with no explanation.

The scent of his aftershave swirls around you, triggering a primal response within you.

Your body betrays you as you inhale deeply, your resistance crumbling at the familiar cologne.

Your gaze meets River's, and you see the subtle signs of emotion playing across his face. His eyes soften for a moment before hardening once more.

He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance, before he finally speaks again.

“You look good.”

His voice is rough, hoarse with unexpressed emotion, betraying the cool facade he's attempting to maintain.

“How've you been?” you ask your original question once again.

You don't want to hear him tell you how good things are. You want him to confirm that he's as miserable as you are.

River takes a moment to respond. His expression hardening even further.

“How do you think I've been?” He counters, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Yeah… me too.” You confirm with a sigh.

“I’m not the one who left?” He points out.

Guilt washes over you.

It’s true, you can’t argue his point.

You deserve his anger, even if it pains you to hear it.

But you’re also not entirely at fault.

“What else could I do? You shut down completely,” you hold your hands up, taking the blame despite his contribution.

The look on his face shifts, becoming almost pleading.

“You could’ve stayed,” he says pointedly.

He knows, and you do too, that it’s never that simple.

“You knew that wasn’t me. You knew what I was like.”

His stare intensifies, and you can see his pain and anger mixed with something else entirely.

“Any regrets?” He asks bitterly.

“Some,” you admit quietly, your eyes locked with his.

The admission leaves a weight on your chest.

His expression changes, a hint of vulnerability seeping through the hard shell he’s been carrying around.

“Me too,” he concurs.

Your hand moves instinctively towards his face.

The air crackles with tension and anticipation, the boundaries between you becoming blurred.

He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t push your hand aside.

He leans into it, turning his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm.

Filled with unspoken longing, the simple gesture sends jolts of electricity through your body, reigniting the dormant embers of desire that still lingered beneath the surface.

“What’s your date like?” You try to ground the conversation.

River hesitates before responding, his voice flat and dispassionate.

“She’s fine. Its only been a couple of weeks.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, his gaze fixed on a spot over your shoulder. “She’s not you,” he adds quietly.

His voice is barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it is devastating.

Like a punch to the gut, the fact that he’s comparing someone else to you hits hard.

You snatch your hand back, but he’s faster.

He grabs your wrist firmly before you can pull away fully, his eyes back on you, unyielding.

It’s impossible to tell who moves first.

There’s no thought, no hesitation.

It’s an unconscious dance.

As you step forward, closing the small gap between you, River’s hand finds its familiar place at your waist, pulling you closer.

Your bodies collide, the impact is electrifying.

His mouth on yours, insistent and demanding, sends your senses into overdrive.

Your body betrays you as you respond eagerly to his touch.

His tongue sweeps across the seam of your lips, you grant him access, giving into the hunger that’s burned within you since you left him.

He guides you backward, pushing you until you feel the hard surface of the wall at your back. His body cages you, overwhelming you with his presence as his hands roam over your body with a possessive touch.

The intensity is dizzying. You arch your body towards him, desperate to feel the weight of him against you.

It feels like you're vibrating with a primal need for him.

He responds in kind, his body moulding to yours like a magnet as his lips trail down your throat.

He nips at the sensitive skin, your moans and sighs are fuel for the fire. He seems to revel in the sound, marking you as his with each press of his lips.

His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You can feel him, hard against your thigh. The need for him courses through you.

Your hand slips between your bodies, pressing against him.

He groans at the contact, his head dropping to your shoulder, his breath in ragged gasps.

“I need you,” this time you’re the one pleading.

“Not here,” he tells you, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

His hands on your hips slide you along the wall, deeper into the shadows towards the fire exit.

Your hands reach for him again, desperate for more, but he bats them away with a smirk.

“Not here,” he repeats against your mouth.

His restraint fuels your impatience. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the sound of his breath in your ear.

“Please,” you beg, “please.”

His fingers move with deliberate slowness, reaching through the split of your dress and tracing the edge of your underwear. He teases and taunts, the contact achingly close to where you want him.

You’re all to aware that you’ve been gone too long, but neither of you seem capable of caring. The need to have him, to feel his skin against yours, is overwhelming.

His fingers brush over your still covered clit, making you gasp.

“God, River,” your words spill out, a ragged breath somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

“You missed this?” He responds smugly.

His smirk is devilish, a reminder of the power he holds over you.

How you would have changed your entire pattern of behaviour in relationships at his request.

You can only nod in response, unable to form a coherent sentence.

A quick flick of his wrist and his fingers trace through your soaked folds.

He slides them into you and pumps them leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world.

In this moment, with his touch setting something alight within you, you realise that you wouldn’t run again.

If he asked you to stay, you’d face commitment head on, all for him.

You’d be willing to confront the fears and doubts that had kept you at arms length.

You’d plunge into uncharted waters to ease his pain, try to comprehend the sadness that lurked in the depths of his eyes.

You’d become the partner he needed, the one you’d denied him.

The realisation is terrifying and liberating.

The idea of being what he needs, filling the voids he’d kept hidden for so long, was exhilarating.

The pad of his thumb presses your clit in time with the movements of his hand, making you rut against him.

It wasn’t just this moment, this stolen tryst in the shadows of the restaurant with your date only a few meters away.

It was more than this desperate need and the pleasure that coursed through your veins.

You yearn for all of it, the good, the bad, the messy complexity of it all.

“Come for me,” he demands in your ear.

A silent cry escapes you as the tremors overtake your body, your legs shaking beneath you.

Tears well up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and pleasure, but there’s something more too.

Your clamped thighs free his hand and without hesitation he brings his wet fingers to his mouth.

The obscenity of it has your cunt clenching again, your heart pounding.

He searches your face, noticing the tears in your eyes.

His usual arrogance is replaced with worry.

“Is this not what you wanted?”

His concern seeps through, a reminder that beneath the desire and possessiveness, he still cares for you.

He carefully straightens your dress and then cups your face, brushing your tears away.

He’s never seen you cry, you’re not sure anyone has since you were a child.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, not even managing to convince yourself. The guilt washes over you as you remember his date, alone in the restaurant waiting for him. “You need to go, your date -”

“I know,” he sighs, his voice heavy with resignation. He knows as well as you do the boundaries he’s crossed.

“I didn’t mean to-” you begin, trying to offer some kind of worthless apology.

“I know,” he repeats. His understanding is reassuring and yet disheartening at the same time. “Take care,” he offers, a bittersweet goodbye as he moves away from you.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumble out, rushed and filled with guilt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t know how to be what you needed.”

The weight of your confession hangs in the air, the admission of your own failings. Your inability to give him what he’d needed from you.

“I hope she’s what you need,” your voice softens to a whisper, constricted by emotion. “You deserve someone really, really good, River.” You affirm, nodding with finality.

His face falls. You know it’s too little too late.

He turns without a backwards glance, leaving you alone in the dark corridor.

The restaurant lights seem painfully bright.

You’ve no idea how long you’ve been gone, time feels like it has been distorted, but you knew that it hadn’t been long enough.

“Thought I was going to have to send a search party!” Your date jokes with a loud laugh.

You force a polite smile, just enough to be reassuring.

“Sorry, I wasn’t feeling well.”

His incessant chatter and kindness leaves you feeling exposed.

You realise it’s not just River you hurt. Yes, he’s the one you’ve now realised you want, but there had been others before him.

Other hearts you’d carelessly stomped on without a second thought.

You don’t want to add to the pile. You need to end this now, before anyone else gets hurt.

“I’m so sorry,” you interrupt. “I’m afraid I have to go.” You stand up abruptly, knocking into the table and making it squeak.

It feels like everyone in the restaurant is staring at you, witnessing your hurried exit.

You hastily drop some money on the table, unable to look at your date now, and rush for the exit. You keep your eyes trained on the ground, wanting to flee from the weight of your guilt.

You gasp for air outside. The cold, February night rushes into your lungs.

You find yourself hurrying towards the queue of black cabs on the roadside, eager to distance yourself from the restaurant.

Back at home, you find yourself going over each choice you've ever made again and again, analyzing every decision, every misstep that had brought you to this point.

The weight of the people you've pushed away for so long feels almost unbearable in the quiet solitude of your home.

In your thoughts, River is the golden thread that weaves through it all.

He'd effortlessly chipped away at your walls, carving out a sacred space in your heart without even trying and without you realising.

And now you've brought him down to your level, given him his own dirty little secret. Your heart aches with regret.

The sound of a knock at your door startles you, and with trepidation, you peer through the peephole. Standing there is River, a sight that both terrifies and excites you.

“Why are you here?” You whisper hoarsely.

Your voice betrays the mixture of surprise and disbelief flooding through you.

Your heart thuds against your ribcage, waiting for his response.

“Why did you say I deserve someone good?” He asks, his voice charged with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Because it's true,” you respond softly. The words hang heavy between you, and you continue, “just because I was too late and too stupid to see what was right in front of me -”

His words come fast, as if he couldn't bear to hear you belittle yourself.

“You're not stupid,” he insists, his voice firm yet tender.

“I've been so blind,” you admit, your words escaping in a whispered confession.

“It's not too late,” he says quietly, taking a step over the threshold and into your flat.

“No?” You ask hesitantly, the single word carrying your insecurity.

He moves past you, making himself comfortable, and pours you both a drink.

“Why were you crying earlier?” he asks, his tone surprisingly gentle.

A humorless laugh escapes you.

“Because I was questioning every decision I've ever made,” you joke.

He grins at your response.

“Bit deep?”

“Tell me about it,” you say. “Turns out running away all the time isn't always a good thing.” You fidget with your glass, avoiding his gaze as you realize the gravity of your own behavior.

His eyes watch you carefully as you slowly draw your own conclusions and understand the consequences of your actions.

“Seeing you again…” you continue, your voice cracking with emotion. “I should have been there when you needed me. I saw you suffering and I walked away. What kind of person does that make me?” Your gaze meets his, bravely, your eyes searching for any trace of judgement or condemnation.

“I didn't expect anything of you,” he assures you, his voice soothing your guilt-ridden conscience. “I never expected you to be there when I needed you. I knew you didn't know how to be, and I didn't expect anything more from you than what you could give.”

“But that's the thing, isn't it? It's not that I couldn't, it's that I wouldn't. I'm selfish. I've always been selfish,” you say harshly.

River's expression softens even more, understanding the pain behind your words.

He moves closer to you, bridging the distance between you.

“I told you, It's not too late,” he says softly.

He gently takes the drink from your hand, placing it down next to you.

He stands so close you can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting against your skin.

His fingers gently lift your chin to meet his gaze. “Seeing you again…” he begins, the rest of the sentence melts away.

The air between you is palpable, filled with unspoken feelings and raw emotion.

He leans in, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I missed you,” he mumbles.

His fingers trail across your cheek, trace the outline of your face as if trying to memorize every contour.

This time, you're the one leaning into his touch.

A shiver runs down your spine as he continues, “I missed watching you come apart for me," his gaze flicks briefly to your lips.

You force yourself to speak, closing your eyes and trying to maintain composure.

“We can't just go back to how things were,” you manage to say, your voice firm, yet tinged with a hint of sadness.

His response is tinged with a mix of humor and sincerity.

“Good. I can't change my feelings for you, believe me I, fucking tried,” he smirks, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone.

It's clear he's been just as affected by your absence as you have been by his.

“So what do we do?” you ask.

There's something incredibly vulnerable about this moment, the question echoing through the room as you wait for his response.

“I think we have some unfinished business,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a desire that's undeniable.

He takes another step closer to you, the distance between you almost non-existent.

“Don't you?” he asks, his eyes boring into yours.

You know there are conversations to have, apologies and assurances to make, but in this moment, what matters most is the understanding between you.

Knowing that he recognizes exactly what you need right now, it's enough.

Your eyes flutter shut as he moves closer to you, barely a breath apart.

His proximity is magnetic, the air between you crackling with electricity.

“Please,” you breathe, your words barely above a whisper as your arms loop around his shoulders and draw him in.

He complies willingly, his body melting into yours as your chests press together.

His lips meet yours, and it's like coming home after a long journey.

With every brush of his tongue against yours, you feel the barriers between you crumble, replaced by a need that is both primal and intoxicating.

He moves with a sense of urgency, pushing you backwards towards the bedroom while his hands send a trail of fire across your skin with every touch.

It's possessive and dominant, and your body responds exactly as it always has, surrendering to him entirely.

His mouth moves down your neck, nipping and kissing at your sensitive skin.

He tugs at your dress, moving it aside to gain access to more flesh to mark as his own.

His fingers fumble for a moment before finding the zip of your dress.

He pulls it down, allowing you to pull your arms free from the sleeves.

Then he gently, but urgently, pushes the fabric down over your hips, the material slipping down to pool at your feet.

His eyes trail over your form, appreciation and desire naked in his gaze.

“Every time I close my eyes, I see you,” he murmurs.

The admission is raw and honest, and as he traces the outline of your bra with a finger, a shiver races down your spine.

He uses the band of your underwear to tug you closer, pulling you flush against his body.

His eyes darken, fixed on the way your breath stutters as his hand dips lower.

The air between you crackles with tension as he continues his exploration, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure.

He steers you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and then gently pushes you down.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he nudges your knees apart, creating space for him to settle between them.

He plants a kiss on the inside of your knee, his gaze locked onto yours, making sure you're watching him.

“You running again?” he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Not again,” you whisper, your words carrying an intensity that leaves no doubt in his mind.

You're itching to reach out and touch him, to feel the play of muscles under your fingertips, to map out his body as it moves against yours.

He stands up from the bed, leaving you propped on your elbows, watching with anticipation as he moves away.

He strips off his clothes, leaving only his boxers in place.

The sight of him, familiar yet new, ignites a fire within you, one fueled by the time apart and the knowledge that this time, you're both in it for more than just the physical.

The idea that this time, you're truly committing to each other, is almost more of a turn on than any physical touch.

Your thighs press together in a bid to find any friction that might alleviate the ache that's building. It's an involuntary response, driven by a need to be close to him, to have him fill you up.

He knows the effect he's having on you. And as he takes himself in hand, under the fabric of his boxers, you know it's for your benefit more than his own.

“Thought about you every day,” he confesses.

His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft hiss. You watch as his thumb brushes over the tip of his cock, his breath coming in short, quick gasps.

“Riverrr,” you whine, the sound of his name on your lips a desperate plea for more.

He opens his eyes at the sound, his gaze locking onto yours as he takes in the sight of you.

“Need something?” He responds with a smirk, his hand moving lazily beneath the fabric.

You nod, your body craving him, now.

You slide to the edge of the bed, your hand reaching out to grip his boxers, tugging at them, silently demanding what you need.

He obliges, removing his hand and giving you free reign.

The air between you crackles with anticipation as you pull his boxers down over his hips, exposing him fully to your gaze.

The sight of him makes your mouth water, your tongue darting out in anticipation as you imagine the taste of him.

You know it so intimately, and yet it's been too long.

You want the weight of him on your tongue, his hands in your hair.

You lean in, your tongue tracing a circle around the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth. He moans at the sensation, his hand tangling into your hair.

There's a pattern to your movements, a rhythm that has been hard-coded into your memory.

Your hand moves in sync with your mouth, drawing sounds from him that you've missed, sounds that have haunted you during the nights when you've been alone, trying to ease the ache that has been building inside you for months.

His fingers tighten in your hair briefly before letting go.

He brushes your hair from your face, gently pushing the strands out of the way, wanting a clear view of what you're doing to him.

“You look so good,” he manages to say, his words coming out through gritted teeth, his self-control slipping slightly as he watches you take him deeper.

Your hand moves up to cup your breast, pinching and teasing at your nipple, mimicking the way you know he'd touch you.

River's eyes darken even more as he watches, his hands clenching into fists again in your hair as he grips a little harder.

The vibration of your moan against him sends a jolt through his body, making his hips jerk instinctively.

“You need to stop,” he grunts, but there's a hint of desperation in his words, a part of him that doesn't actually want you to stop.

You release him with a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his skin, and look up at him

“Really?” you ask.

“Really,” he repeats, his voice hoarse with desire as he pushes you back onto the bed.

“Just evening the score,” you tell him, remembering how he'd already made you come once in the dark restaurant corridor.

“That doesn't count,” he tells you, settling between your thighs, “I need to hear you.”

He brushes his lips against your neck, his words a hot whisper against your skin.

“God, I wanted to fuck you so badly earlier.” He confesses. The honesty of his words, the need that tinges them, makes your breath catch in your throat.

His teeth find the same spot that he marked earlier, but this time he's rougher, leaving a visible mark that can't be hidden.

He's as desperate for you as you are for him.

His hands grip your thigh, hitching your leg up around his hip, and you roll against him, grinding against his length.

He captures your lips in a hungry, demanding kiss before pulling back, his eyes dark and intense.

“No more running,” he tells you, an edge in his tone. “I won't let you run again.”

“I'm done running,” you reply, your voice soft but full of conviction.

The words hold a deeper meaning beyond just the physical, and he senses this.

His hand moves between you, sliding your underwear to the side and guiding himself into place.

He pushes slowly into you, savouring the tightness that makes both of you gasp, the pleasure sharp and electric after months of being apart.

He leans his forehead against yours, eyes locked onto yours, breathing raggedly.

“Promise me,” he says, and it sounds almost like a plea.

He feels perfect, stretching you and filling you.

“I promise,” you breathe, and it feels like a commitment, like a bridge being built.

He begins to move, slowly, keeping his forehead pressed up against yours so that you're never too far apart.

“No one else,” he mutters, his voice rough and possessive. “No one else sees you like this.”

Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, as he stakes his claim on you.

“No one else touches you like this,” he continues, his lips finding your neck, “no one else makes you feel like this.”

The way he's moving, the way he's touching you, it makes you believe him.

“No one else takes you apart like I do. No one else fucks you like I do.”

The words, filthy and needy, drive you wild, and you can't help but feel completely consumed by him.

“No one else,” you agree, the words coming out in a breathless gasp, “god, River.”

His eyes darken further, and he leans in to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss, biting at your lip.

“Mine,” he growls, his fingers gripping your thigh.

“F-fuck, River, only yours,” you cry out, your words a broken, overwhelmed whimper, your body shakes as he fucks you through your orgasm.

It's more than just words; it's a truth that has been simmering between you for months, something that has gone unspoken out of fear. But now, as he works you through the aftershocks, his grip on you never loosening, the words seem to carry a deeper weight to them.

“Only yours,” he repeats, his voice thick. “Only mine,” he growls, his fingers digging into your skin as he picks up the tempo again, pushing you further, wanting to drive you to the edge once more, wanting to hear those words spill from your lips again.

He brings his hand between your bodies, where he's sinking inside you.

His thumb presses firmly against your clit, drawing small, delicious circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

With each stroke, you can feel the pressure building again, the tension rising.

“Want to hear you again,” he says possessively.

With his mouth, he finds your nipple and bites down, the pain mixing with pleasure.

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes intense and feral, filled with a desperate need to hear you reach that peak again.

His tongue, his thumb, the movement of him inside you, all compounds and builds until you clench tightly around him, feeling your walls pulse.

“More, River,” you beg.

He obliges, his movements growing rougher, his teeth marking and claiming.

With a gasp, you fall over the edge, free-falling into pleasure that leaves you shaking beneath him.

The intensity of it brings him with you, his hips snapping as he spills inside you.

He collapses onto you, his body covering yours, his breathing harsh against your neck.

The pleasure continues to wash over you in waves, consuming you until you're limp and sated, your body trembling in the aftermath.

You lay, trying to catch your breath, to find your bearings.

Your body feels like it's humming.

His hand lazily moves up to brush the sweaty strands of hair away from your face.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice rough.

You nod.

“Yeah, yeah that was…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

He understands the speechless feeling.

“Yeah,” he agrees, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

A comfortable silence falls over both of you, broken only by the sound of your labored breathing.

“Don't get too comfortable,” he kisses your shoulder.

“Why's that then?” you ask quietly.

“Because I'm not done with you yet,” he tells you, his voice low.

He kisses the soft spot at the crook of your neck, his hands already roaming your body, as if eager to start all over again.

“Want to make sure I don't run away again?” You giggle.

“I want to make sure you can't run away,” his tone is low and gravelly against your ear as he continues, “'m gonna fuck you till you can't walk, let alone run.”

You feel the scrape of his stubble against your skin, the possessive grip of his fingers on your hip, and a shiver runs down your spine in anticipation.

You know he means it, the same way your body already knows what he’s about to do.

He nudges you onto your side and pulls your leg up and behind his, opening you up to him.

His fingers slip inside your ruined underwear and between your legs, through the sticky mess that he's made there, coaxing you back to life.

And for the first time in your life, you're not ready to bolt.

FIN

[mamajanky]

「 Fool For You 」

Summary: Mel and —a very nervous— Jayce share a dance at a gala.

Word Count: 3210

A/n: to @zettoaizawa-shusband 💕 for the Meljay Gift Exchange!

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“Come here often?”

No. That’s stupid. It’s a gala.

“Funny seeing you here.”

That’s even worse, she’s a Councilor, her attendance is practically mandatory. Image upkeep and all.

“Have you seen Heimerdinger's new-“ His musings were cut short by a quick side stepper who nearly bumped into him.

“Sorry Sir, didn’t see you there.” The server said, not nearly as focused on Jayce as she was the tray of champagne on her arm.

“It’s no problem… no problem at all.” Jayce replied, too late for the server to hear and too focused on her to move his feet to avoid another collision.

All night he’d been having halfhearted conversations, ones he was sure he’d regret later because there were quite a few things he’d agreed to; and had no recollection of what that may entail. Still new to the spotlight and high life that Hextech had afforded him, Jayce hadn’t quite adjusted to all the public appearances he’d be required to make. Seeing Mel so often was also a new adjustment. They spoke —more like acknowledged each other as business partners did— but Jayce wanted more.

He couldn’t explain the tug, or why he felt the need to look for Mel’s approval each time he presented something, but he always found her eyes anyway. So far everything between them had been solely business, but seeing her float across the floor and offer everyone a piece of her light had Jayce feeling a bit left out.

So, that’s where he’d been. Hovering, really. Far enough that she couldn’t see him and close enough for him not to lose sight of her. Kicking himself over and over for not being able to come up with something to say that didn’t make him look like a complete fool.

“I’ll have another, thanks.” Jayce said to the server that’d silently refilled his flute. He returned a curt nod and watched as the man dove into the crowd seamlessly, getting lost in the whirring mixes of fabrics and colors almost instantly.

The bubbly liquid had kept him teetering on the border that separated intoxication and sobriety. Spacing out his intake had also helped. Heat rose up his spine and he suddenly felt like he was being choked by his too-tight collar and tie. A quick tug loosened the restraint for him to inhale a large breath of relief.

“Pleasure seeing you this evening, Mr. Talis.” Came from a velvety voice just beside him.

The same heat he felt just moments before spiked to new levels, his spine went taut, and his shoulders rose in a way that made him look like a frightened cat. The voice chuckled.

“Forgive me, startling you was not my intention. Are you alright?” She placed a hand on his forearm and peered around his shoulder to catch his eye.

“Councilor Medarda! Mel! I uhm - heh,” He paused to clear his throat, and gain a semblance of composure. “ I-I didn’t see you there. How are you? Enjoying your evening I hope?” He managed. The hand that wasn’t clutching the half empty flute scratched a nonexistent itch at the back of his head.

Finish reading HERE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66046210

[beachbunnyofficial]

a love letter

First day of tour starts tomorrow and I’m seriously so excited to not only reconnect with so many longtime bunnies but also to play 9 new tracks for the first time in nearly 3 years. The last time we had a headlining US tour was coming off the pandemic pre-emotional creature and I was extremely burnt out and depressed from the aftermath of Covid. I’m thrilled and almost in disbelief that I get to experience touring from a place of stability. Whenever I feel lost I turn to music and in so many ways this record was all about that very journey. It feels really special having so many beloved songs to pull from when deciding what would be the final setlist. This team has worked for incredibly hard to give y’all the best show possible. The set design is unreal, I have a Polly pocket wardrobe, and re-learning every chord for this new chapter has filled me with so much gratitude. I feel unbelievably lucky. Thank you in advance for showing up. I don’t fully understand the impact I’ve made on you the reader - but as a music fan I know how important art can be. When I first started this journey I never expected to turn my love for writing into a career - your encouragement over the years has moved me in so many ways and I love our little community. I feel lucky to have supporters that always make me feel safe and respected, that should be the standard but I recognize that isn’t the case across the board. My intention for tour is for all of us to feel seen and to connected. All of this is so much bigger or me 💕 see yal tomorrow

[paradiseismine]

Hey, can I request a trevor spengler x fem! Reader who has electricity powers? Could be fluff, could be smut, I dont really mind

(I love your fics, but I was wondering why you always use -something someone says- instead of "something someone says")

Electric feel - Trevor Spengler x reader

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!electricity powers!reader

Warnings: lots of smut, car sex in multiple ways, slight imprudent driving (?), boyfriend Trevor.

Love note from Nina to @ghostlyaccurate: in English, dashes (-) are not used to infere dialog, only quotation marks, and I simply didn’t know that, lol. In my native language, both are used, so I had no idea. Sorry for the confusion, I’ve started using quotation marks ever since then, ok? 💕 hope you enjoy this fic!

Trevor knew about your powers ever since you met him. Lucky had dragged him to the same house party you were attending with some friends a few months ago, and well, you very much saved his life that day.

He accidentally drunk out of someone else’s glass, and that drink was severely spiked with some kind of drug. You found him passed out in the bathtub, and using your electricity powers, defibrillated him back to consciousness. You called for help and Trev soon got better, but he couldn’t thank you enough for saving him that day. Someone gave him your number and ever since then, you were inseparable.

You two had been together officially for three months now, and going for a picnic on a more reserved area, just out of town, to celebrate. Trev was driving calmly through an empty road. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, as usual.

His jet black hair blew softly across his forehead, as the windows were down because of the heat. You also loved the sunglasses he had on, they made him look like a rockstar as he gently hummed along to the songs on the radio. Ugh, Trevor was so sexy doing pretty much anything, that should be illegal.

Your gaze lingered on the hem of his jeans, so easy to unbutton underneath that flimsy white T-shirt… Your thighs would start sticking to each other soon, ‘cause the dirtiest thought just crossed your mind.

Without any further ado, you downed your head and put both your hands to Trev’s jeans, unbuttoning it and opening its zipper in a quick move. Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed. You could feel the car’s speed decreasing slowly, so you reached underneath his black boxers as swiftly as you could.

“Babe” he chuckled, initially oblivious to your intentions. “Babe, what are y-“ his voice broke and the words got lost in his lips halfway through the sentence.

You took his cock in your mouth hungrily, suckling his shaft as you felt it harden between your lips in merely a few seconds. Trevor hissed and moaned as you kept bobbing your head up and down, fitting most of his length down your throat.

“Love, I’m… I’m driving” he said softly, his breathing slightly quicker, his hand in your hair to keep it off of your face.

Your mouth let go of his cock with a pop, and your eyes met his with your naughtiest gaze.

“Keep driving, then” you replied, nonchalantly putting your mouth back to his cock.

He moaned your name, trying not to take this attention fully off the road. “Just… ah, just let me park the car, I’m afraid I-“ he panted, barely able to finish a sentence. His right hand gently guided your face away from his throbbing erection, leaking with precum already.

“Fine” you pouted. “But once we get to our spot, I’ll get you, Trevor Spengler” you said, staring devilishly into his eyes, threatening him with a good time.

Trevor catched his breath after a few moments, his heart still beating like a drum. He fixed his pants and kept driving for what seemed like forever, but in reality, it was just a few minutes.

He parked the car under a beautiful blooming tree, on the top of a hill, overlooking the city and a breathtaking sunset. You had brought all the picnic supplies on the backseat, but those were the last thing on your mind right now.

“Now, do I get to finish what I started?” you grabbed his chin to turn his head towards yours, leaning in for a kiss and lightly rubbing his erection over his jeans.

You seemed to have unleashed something wild within Trevor’s mind, ‘cause his next move was to bite your lip gently, grabbing your neck with one hand and your thigh with the other.

“Get out of the car” he said in a lower tone. You knew what it meant when he spoke like that. “And I want those panties off right now, did you hear me, baby girl?”

“Yes sir” you responded, licking your lip in excitement. Trevor got out of the car and slammed its door, while you quickly disposed of your panties in the glove compartment (just a little surprise for him to find later). Now, it was just you and your thin little sundress.

You got out of the car and closed its door gently, but as you turned around to look for your boyfriend, you felt a set of arms wrap around your figure instantly. Trev swooped you off your feet and sat you down on the car hood. It was a bit warm from the sun, but not too hot. His hands lifted up your dress in a brisk movement, fingers immediately reaching for the sides of your hips.

His lips met yours in an urgent, deep kiss, his tongue entering your mouth unceremoniously, his hands groping your hips and thighs possessively. It didn’t take long for his fingers to slither into your pussy, two of them entering you quite easily, due to how soaked you were - and Trev immediately took his drenched fingers up to his lips.

“You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you, princess?” he sucked his fingers clean. “Such a sweet pussy, I just love the way you taste” he went for your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. “I can’t wait to fill you up really good, I want you filled to the brim and leaking with my cum, baby girl”

You gasped and brought your hands to his hips, unzipping his jeans and lowering them just enough. As his erection sprung free, you aligned it with your core, rubbing his cock’s pink tip up and down your slick folds.

You could hear as Trevor lightly pulled air in between his teeth, nails digging into your thighs. He thrusted forward slowly, making sure you were not feeling any pain as he entered you. Usually, it would take some patience to get his cock all the way in, as it is quite thick, but you were so wet and lustful, it entered rather easily.

Trev held on to your hips as his thrusts gained cadence, your drenched hole coating his length in arousal. One of his hands went for your hair, grabbing it into a ponytail to the back of your head, so your ears were exposed and defenseless.

“Such a naughty little slut, sucking my cock while I was driving” he whispered in your ear, biting and kissing your earlobe. “You teased me way too much, love. Now I gotta put you in your place, as you seemed to forget who's in charge here"

You moaned his name faintly, getting even wetter than you already were, his thrusts getting stronger and making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“Fuck” he panted, his voice low and raspy. That voice could make you do nearly anything. He grabbed your neck, squeezing it softly before speaking again.

“Look at me” he ordered, and your eyes immediately shot up at his. He grabbed your chin harshly. “You’re mine. All mine, you understand that?”

“Yes” you moaned, your eyes rolling as he thrusted so deliciously into your soaked core. “All yours, my love… You do whatever you want to me, I’m yours”

“Yes, you are” his face was now mere inches from yours. “And you do as I say. Now, give me that electric feel only you know how to do, won’t you?”

You knew what he meant. It was an accident the first time it happened, but he loved it so much, you actually learned how to do it on purpose and how to control it.

You squeezed him tightly with your cunt, releasing small shocks onto his length as he sunk himself into you again and again.

“Ah, yes, just like that” he moaned, his red lips bitten down and eyes rolling in pleasure. His thickness throbbed inside you, your pussy drooling over his cock and down your thighs, Trev managing to hit the sweet spot inside you just right with every thrust.

“Look at me when you cum, I want you to know that I own you” he ordered, hand still on your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

He thrusted impossibly fast now, getting the knot in your stomach tighter as ever, and as you released a stronger shock to his core, you came undone. Your cunt squeezed his cock as your orgasm ripped through your body, and he couldn’t keep it in any longer. Your eyes were on his the entire time, looking at him narrowly, as you could barely keep them open.

Trevor let out a string of moans and grunts as that delicious warmth seeped through your insides, and he pumped you full of his cum. You’d never get tired of that feeling.

“I swear you got the most perfect pussy in the world” he panted, coming down from his high. “Are you ok, my love?” His hand had gone from your neck to your cheek, caressing your face gently as he spoke. Trev’s dom persona was satisfied, so now his caring boyfriend persona could resurface.

“I’m great, baby” you panted, satisfied. Your head was still light and dizzy from such an intense orgasm, but you managed to remember what you two were there for in the first place. “Should we get the basket and set the picnic blanket on the ground?”

“Sure, I’ll get the drinks from the icebox”

And you two sat down for a romantic picnic with a gorgeous sunset as a background. Trevor desired you with an intensity he had never felt before, but also loved you with all his heart. Three months was just the very beginning for the two of you.

[merbear25]

Hii,i would like to make a request on no. 7 and no. 14 for aizen? Thank you 💕💕

These suit him so well! Thank you for requesting something! I hope you like it 💜💜

After such an unexpected slew of exiles and disappearances, the remainder of the Gotei 13 were in disarray. Though coping with sudden changes and upheavals of power wasn’t anything new, that never took away from the damage done to the individuals remaining. You assumed the same about your new appointed Captain Aizen, after all how well would any Lieutenant be doing if they’d been granted a promotion under these circumstances?

CW: SFW, gn!reader, one-sided pining, manipulation, reader is a shinigami

In the eye of the beholder (Aizen)

The ruling of exiles, the unexplainable disappearance of many, and the uncertainty of how well the higher ups were orchestrating all of this left many in the dark of this heavy hand of justice. There was no need to unravel all of the happenings for everyone to see, and yet you couldn’t help thinking perhaps it was more to do with not wanting to unveil the little knowledge they held. 

As much as it weighed on you, there wasn’t anyone you thought you could turn to. With the air shifting with the power within the rankings, many appeared to be turning towards devotion—devotion that you were hesitant to get behind. While so many turned towards rebuilding what had been lost, you turned back to see your new Captain lingering in the shadows.

You couldn’t help but stare at the change in his expression. The fall in his otherwise gentle features pulled on your heartstrings, plucking each one like a finely tuned harp. Each note played for him: a melody that you feared would go unreciprocated. That was fine, though. It had to be. Now wasn’t the time for lovesick gestures; the mood just didn’t call for it—not that it ever did.

He had been cooped up in his office for days now, only to grace you with his presence when he was without other options. It was rare to see him so out of sorts that you could only assume it was due to the rising pressure from being appointed Captain. After the former’s disappearance, many were shaken up, but Aizen appeared to be taking it the hardest.

It broke your heart in a sense—watching the man you’d spent so many years pining over slip away into the depths of seclusion. An extension of your helping hand was accepted, but with a solemn smile attached to it.

“Captain?” Your question was the gentle knock on his door he’d been waiting for. Although he didn’t respond, you cracked it open with worry draped over you. He was standing in front of his desk, hunched over the paper work as if there was an answer glaring at him that he remained blind to.

“I’m a little busy right now.” He pushed his glasses up to rub the ache on the bridge of his nose being left behind.

You took a deep breath. It was unlike you to barge in unannounced. However, due to the circumstances the entirety of the Gotei 13 were thrown into just recently, you pushed yourself to intervene in what you perceived to be a cry for help. “I realize that, sir, but don’t forget that we’re still a team. I’m here for you…we all are.”

“You’re just a distraction… That’s it.” Those last words hung on his lips with the intention of testing the feelings he had caught on to you harboring. Their bite was too weak to shake your postion, though. Hesitantly, you stepped forward in an attempt to gauge the emotion he was pushing down.

His eyes made the mistake of flickering to your face; the concern and need you held towards him was making his stomach turn in ways he could have never anticipated. “Do you have to look at me like that?” Turning away, the attempt to freeze you out was for naught.

“Look at you like what?” You fought the urge to go to his side, not yet sure of how the comfort would be received.

“Like you know me.” Although under his breath, they carried to you with ease.

“Don’t I?” You took another step. “How long have we known each other?” The rhetorical question alluded to more than just your friendship over the years.

“Too long it seems.” The cold shoulder did little to deter you, only making you want to reach out and soothe whatever was ailing him even more. His eyes fell to the paperwork scattered about his desk. Slender fingers traced over some of them, drawing in your attention. “Do you ever worry that all of this is pointless?”

You froze from the question, not necessarily knowing what he was referring to all while feeling caught in your own disdain for the authority here. “What do you mean?”

The moment of silence lingering between you festered. “I mean this place, all of it is just…” He purposefully trailed off, throwing the bait to see if you’d bite.

Hanging your head, you twiddled your thumbs. The rising conflictions of your own unfavorable opinions on certain aspects of the Soul Society stirred in the pits of your stomach. “They’re always trying their best, I suppose.”

A nibble—interesting. “Sometimes “their best” doesn’t cut it.” He sighed before turning his head to the side. “You can see that, can’t you?” The gravel in his voice struck a chord with you, for you knew there were deep rooted issues often overlooked. He caught you nodding out of the corner of his eye. You were following the string he was pulling on nicely. “If I dared to go against them, could I count on you to stay by my side?”

Bringing your hands to your chest, their company of your racing heart did little to calm the thunderous beats. “I’d follow you anywhere.” Not an ounce of treachery in your words and that signaled the snap of his trap.

“You would…wouldn’t you?” He turned towards you, fully laying his eyes on you. The devoted underling that carried their heart on their sleeve—ripe for the plans he had in store. A gentle smile on the surface left the deception of this mask to go unbeknownst to you. “I’m glad I can trust you.”

The final nail that would remain undetected for as long as he allowed it: you returned his soft gaze, succumbing to his artificial warmth.

[lamnwar]

KNB boys getting caught with their s/o? Specifically Kagami, Kise and Aomine.

getting caught doing what hm? 🤨 jk jk!! that's a very fun request I really enjoyed writing these hcs so thanks for the request babe 💕💕 (also sorry took me so long but coming from me are we surprised lmao)

MDNI 18+

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

Context: what if you and your boyfriend get caught in action, huh? All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairings: Kagami + Kise + Aomine x gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw (obviously 😭)! mention of sex (penetrative and oral), exhibitionism, public sex (kinda), more crack than sexy tbh but still!

KAGAMI

Ok first, let's preface by saying that it really is not like Taiga to take the risk of having sex when he knows you guys might get caught

He really tries his best to conceal his needs till you can find a place with enough intimacy to proceed

But sometimes, he really can't help it, you know?

And it's kinda on you for tempting him too! You know the guy gets riled up easily so maybe you did it on purpose now... didn't you?

(In other words, it's a 100% your fault oops)

Anyways, long story short, you got him so turned on that he had no choice but to drag you to the closest room with the very clear intent of being burried deep inside you

He's midway through restlessly thrusting into your tight little hole and he's so lost on the feeling that he doesn't even realize how loud the both of you are

There could be a whole party going down, y'all would still be heard

And it doesn't take long for someone to walk in on you bend forward, Kagami's fat cock drilling into you with so much fervour

Neither of you realizes that someone's there till they make themselves heard

A string of "oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry!!" getting the both of you to look at the door with wide eyes

And Kagami is so stunned on the moment to even think

Under the surprise, his first reflex is to hide his dick completely inside you, getting a surprised yelp out of your mouth

And when it hits that you guys got caught, he goes flushed red

Given that the person catching you isn't a perv, they close the door rapidly after but Kagami is still under total shock

He doesn't move for a while, and you have to bring him back to Earth

So here you are, Taiga's dick deep in your guts, trying to move to get him to react or something

"Uh... Taiga? What-"

When he finally snaps out of it, he hurrily gets out of you, quite to your displeasure though

And it's when you grab him and pull him back to you that he realizes that you have no intention to stop, despite getting caught

"They already know anyways, doesn't change a thing"

KISE

Definitely the one that got you in that situation in the first place

LISTEN there's no way he's not gonna use his charms to get you to follow him in his ministrations

So he just had to bat his pretty eyelashes and tell you the right words for you to accept the position you're currently in

Meaning split in half by Kise, as he lets out the prettiest moans ever, like there's not a whole crowd on the over side of the wall

It doesn't take long for people to notice what you two are doing

But that doesn't stop Kise, oh no haha

He's a showman of sorts, so it doesn't bother him that to the surrounding, it is clear as day that he's fucking you senseless

Only when someone actually shows up to tell you to stop does he care

And not because he minds being seen in such position

Mainly because you seem very embarrassed that you've got caught

Kise would argue that you are at your hottest when your face's flushed, hair disheveled, body contorsioned to accomodate him in between your thighs, but that's Kise's very biased opinion

To a stranger, it's a rather scandalous sight so it's very likely that you'll hate being in such predicament

Lucky for you, Kise talks the way out of trouble for the two of you

But you still urge him to leave the place and go to somewhere we're it's actually acceptable to have sex

(He loves you so much and is so needy for you though, he can't even stand the drive back home, he'll go back deep into you in the car itself <3)

AOMINE

Alright for this one, if you're wondering how you ended up having public sex, the answer is rather simple

Daiki and you are just super horny and can't keep it in your pants (sorry 😔)

It's really in the heat of the moment y'all figured that nothing mattered

Not even the fact that you're giving him head in a very public space

He's just so tempting, you know!!

And he's been looking at your lips for the past hour, so you should have known that he'd end up begging for you to suck his dick

So you just found the first place where you could get on your knees and didn't hesitate twice before getting him out of his pants

Now here you are, sloppily giving him the best head of his life with a bunch of strangers around

I'd like to say that neither of you are exhibitionist but this situation is somewhat super hot

(Again, y'all are just super horny)

Anyways, doesn't take long for you two to get caught and nearly cause a heart attack to whoever sees you

Thing is!! Aomine has no intention to stop

You neither, by the way

You're both on a mission to make him cum so you're not stopping

Instead, you pick up the pace, till he finally snaps and cum down your throat

Swallowing it all because you shouldn't leave any trace!

Once that's done, you do apologize to your surrounding

Takes a couple of hours for you two to realize what you've done and that it's lowkey a public offense

Promise that it won't happen again but Aomine really can't help wanting you anytime and anywhere :)

[pinkthrone445]

I’d love to see a part three of the Most Wonderful Time of the year where Theo gets to be a big brother to a little sister and reader is pregnant again this time with a little girl and her and Melissa got married. Please and thank you. I enjoyed parts 1 & 2.

-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluff fluff FLUFFFFFFF

Warnings : (+18) very light mention of sex.

Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to. Years later, fate pulls you together again, Melissa just hopes it's not too late to fix things. When you finally give it another chance, you realize it was the right thing to do.

Thank you for all the comments and requests, I haven't had time to respond but I read everything and it made me very happy your love and blessings for the new year. . Don't be afraid to send petitions, remember that it can also be from Brienne or Larissa 💕 Enjoyyyy

From your son's birthday, everything started to run smoothly. At first you were afraid that your son wouldn't be happy to see Melissa so often, but the little one was very happy about the extra attention and that he was no longer left "alone" at school waiting for you when work got complicated. Thanks to Mel taking care of him when you couldn't, you were able to save a little money that you used to use to pay the babysitter.

It was very funny to see how they interacted with each other. When Mel asked you out on a date, your son hogged her attention while Mel listened intently at him and caressed your hand so you wouldn't feel left out. When you wanted to go out alone, your son would make puppy eyes to go with you and Melissa could rarely say no, they had known each other for a relatively short time and he was already the redhead's biggest weakness.

You had told Mel that she could go home as many times as she wanted but that you didn't want her to stay overnight because you didn't want your son to see that and get excited about things that weren't sure yet.

Thanks to Mel, the mornings of dropping your son off at school became easier, before it was hard to convince him to stay, now he was excited to greet the redhead and always asked you when she would teach him, although he loved his teacher Barbara, he also wanted Mel to teach him.

It was really a relief to be with the redhead again, although you didn't want to admit it, it was very difficult for you to manage your son, work and everything else alone. Even if you didn't admit it, you missed Mel and her company so much, that you finally felt at peace having her again in your life.

Their interactions at home were cute and funny, but you wanted to see them interact in other places, so when you had a day off you accompanied your son and the school for a walk at the zoo, you almost melted with cuteness watching them.

The redhead was with her group of students and you were next to your son and Barbara's students, your son was one of the smallest in height and age, so it was easy for him to get lost among the older children, so you were paying close attention to him. But at one point when you were distracted for two seconds when another child spoke to you, your child was no longer by your side. You almost panicked, until you saw your little one run up to Mel and give her little hands for her to pick him up, which she did. Your little one rested his little head on the redhead's shoulder and began to play with her necklaces smiling. You knew that loud noises and being among so many children upset him sometimes, so you were surprised to see how calm he stayed with her. After telling Barbara that you would be away from her for a second, you went with your son and Mel.

Your son opened his eyes wide when he saw you coming and hid around the redhead's neck to avoid seeing you because he knew that he had done wrong to go around without telling you or letting you know where he was going. Mel looked at him confused and then looked at you smiling

-"Hello again hon"-Mel spoke without being able to hide her smile of being with you again, no matter how much time passed, having you around made her happy

-"Hi Lisa, could you have seen Theo? He left without telling me and he knows he has to let me know when we are among so many people... No matter how excited he's to go somewhere or with someone, he has to let me know..."-You spoke up and your son hid more. You were aware that he thought that if he didn't see you, you couldn't see him either. Mel frowned

-"I didn't know that he had escaped without warning. I think Theo, being the good kid that he is, needs to come out and apologize to Mom. Don't you think so, Theo?"-Melissa whispered to him and your son still hidden, shook his head-"Then your mom is going to get upset and so am I, and this time your wet puppy eyes won't work, you better apologize before we get angry or I'll not give you more candy"-The redhead spoke more firmly, and your son sighed, coming out of hiding on the redhead's neck looking at you pouting

-"I'm sody mommy... I wanted to come with Lisa, I like being with hed, sody for not letting you know...I fogot"-Your son apologized playing shy with his little hands and you smiled, especially when you heard him call Melissa Lisa the way you did.

-"It's okay baby, but at least let Lisa or me know next time, okay?" - You asked, and your son nodded, smiling and playing with the redhead's chains again while muttering a song-"I have to go help Barbara with the other kids, will you stay with Lisa?"-You asked, and your son nodded again, smiling, happy to stay with Mel, who gave him cookies from the ones she had kept in her purse. Mel always had food or candy and your son loved it when she shared with him

-"I'll take care of him, we'll see you at lunch"-Mel assured you and you made your way to Barbara listening a little more than they were talking about

-"Lisa? Can I tell you a biiiiig sequet?-Your child asked, and Mel nodded, paying attention to him-" When I gow up I want to be a ninja pofesol doctol, like you and my mama and Jackie Chan!"-Your son said excitedly and Mel gasped surprised

-"That's the best profession I've ever heard, you'll have to teach me karate one day!"-Mel replied and your son swore by his pinky. You laughed when you heard them.

At lunchtime, you rejoined them who were talking excitedly as they ate the food Mel had brought

-"Hello beautiful people, what are you talking about?"-You sat down next to them and Mel handed you a tupperware of food for which you smiled and thanked

-"We... We wel... We..."-Your child started stuttering and staring at the redhead nervously and you frowned

-"We were talking about the animals we saw, a giraffe licked Theo's hand!"-Your son nodded excitedly and sighed with relief trying to wink at Mel surreptitiously but failed in the attempt, something was happening but you didn't know what, but you didn't want to find out any further either, you trusted them, you knew that if it was something serious, Mel would tell you later. There were times when your child was honest about certain things with her 'cause he didn't want to worry you, like when he was teased at school, and even though Mel promised not to say anything, she told you everything afterwards when you were alone.

At the end of the zoo walk, Theo returned with Barbara and the group and Mel stood next to you brushing your hand with her fingers while smiling

-"Do you think I can stay at your house tonight? We could watch a movie with Theo, I could make the kind of food you like, lasagna, you can make dessert, we spend some time together..."-You were loving the idea that Mel was telling you-"Maybe I could stay in the night with you... Having a grown-up sleepover, if you know what I mean... To receive your birthday how you deserve, naked like God brought you to the world..."-Melissa whispered the last part and you looked at her nervously, you had already had sex several times, but Mel had never stayed home with your son being there.

-"I don't know, Lisa... I don't want Theo to get confused and get ideas of something that I don't know what it is yet..."-You whispered, avoiding her gaze and Mel took your hand, caressing it delicately

-"First, Theo is going to be asleep at that time to know that I've slept with you, second, we can tell him it's a sleepover like the ones he has with his friends or tell him that it was too late to leave and that I slept on the couch , third, that kid loves to have me at home, I don't think he suspects me of staying there one night if I'm there so often... But if you're not sure, we can do it another night..."-Mel smiled and kissed your cheek, you sighed and smiled

-"No... Stay tonight, I miss sleeping with you and it would be a nice birthday present to have you by my side in the morning... I'm just overthinking everything as usual"-You smiled and continued walking next to the redhead.

In the evening, Mel came home with everything ready to cook and a little apron for your son that said "the little chef." The three of you started cooking together, making pasta and preparing lasagna and then making dessert together. With everything ready, you sat in the living room, your son and his dog on the carpet and you with Mel on the couch. The food was delicious and the movie entertaining, your son had chosen monsters inc, a movie that he knew by heart and said all the dialogues, which you were used to, but you were surprised when Mel also started talking and doing voices like him. You smiled at the sight of the two of them.

-"Mama?"-Your son spoke to you and you looked at him carefully taking your eyes off the TV, Mel did the same -"I want a little sister like Boo one day, Can I ask Santa for that next Christmas?"-Your son smiled excitedly and you almost choked on the wine you were drinking. The truth is that you wanted more children, but Mel was already used to a child, to being with Theo, when she didn't want any before, you didn't know how the idea of another baby would go with her.

-"I don't know if Santa is taking orders to bring babies, but you can try if you want"-That was the only thing you said before you continued to watch the movie.

By the end of the movie, the meal and dessert were over and your son was snuggled between the two of you and his dog, almost asleep, hugging your hand and Mel's, which were entwined over his little body making him feel safe. When he started snoring softly, you went to pick him up to take him to his bed, but he complained muttering that he wanted Mel and you to take him to his bed and read him a story.

After reading him a story and snuggling him in bed with the little puppy by his feet, the two of you went down to arrange things, while you were about to lift the dishes, Mel's hands wrapped around your waist and she smiled kissing your neck resting her front against your back

-"Let's leave this for tomorrow, let's go to the room... I want to be with you, I want to fill you with kisses and caresses all over your body. I want to make you happy and welcome your new year of life in the best way possible"-Mel whispered in your neck and you agreed without much opposition.

The next morning you smiled feeling the softness of the sheets against your naked body and remembering everything that had happened the night before, but a shiver ran through your body when you realized that the heat radiating from Mel's body was not there anymore. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs and then got up and looked for clothes to wear. Mel's shirt was there, so you wore it along with a pair of shorts. The aroma of freshly baked cookies made you smile and walk downstairs. When you were halfway through, you could hear your son's laughter next to Mel's, when you got down you saw how Mel was full of flour and your son was full of cream to decorate cookies, the puppy was at their feet licking everything that fell and could reach.

When the two of them saw you, they smiled a lot and held up a tray of cookies that said happy birthday and shouted in unison singing the happy birthday song, something that frightened the little puppy and made him run away and slip because of the drool he had left on the floor from having licked everything.

-"Mommy, I asked Lisa yesteday at the zoo to stay and help me make cookies fo you bithday! And my plan wodked."-Your little one screamed smiling a lot and the two of them ran to hug you sticking the flour and cream to you too. Without being able to help it, you began to cry, this was what you wanted, what you imagined, a family with Mel, something you thought you had lost years ago but it was in front of you, perfect just as you imagined.

The months began to pass and you decided to give a title to the relationship, officially you were girlfriends, which made your son very happy since you were no longer alone and you were also dating his favorite person, Mel. More months passed and you all moved in together.

Also one day Mel called you crying at work and you were very worried, but you calmed down when she told you that your son called her mom at school and she was so happy that she couldn't stop crying.

When you had already spent 2 years living together , your whole family and Mel's family got together to celebrate Christmas at your house.

Theo and his puppy were behind Melissa opening and handing out presents, while you sat on the couch with your little newborn daughter, Sky, asleep on your chest. After everyone had received their presents, Mel and your son handed you a small gift box, the last one under the tree. As you looked at them confused, the redhead took your little daughter and snuggled her in her arms while your son smiled at you a lot.

-"I thought you said we wouldn't give each other more than 3 gifts this year..."-You murmured and Melissa kissed you shutting you up and sucked your lip making you blush from the amount of people there

-"It's a small one, now behave yourself and open it without asking any more questions"-The redhead answered you and you looked at her seriously squinting, but when you opened the gift you couldn't believe it, a beautiful ring with a red ruby like Melissa's hair was inside. Surprised and confused, you looked at Mel

-"It's beautiful, but what does this mean?"-You asked, and Mel smiled

-"I want to spend this Christmas and all the ones that come with you and our two children, I want to be their mother officially in all the legal papers and if you want, I would like you to be my wife, what do you say? Do you want to marry me?"-Smiling at what she was saying, you jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cheeks, kissing her hard, careful not to crush your daughter, with tears streaming down your cheeks. The redhead smiled and pulled away a bit -" Is that a yes?"-she asked arrogantly and you laughed lifting Theo holding him in your arms and getting close to her again

-"Of course it's a yes, I'd be crazy if I said no" - You murmured and kissed her again, laughing when you heard the disgusting noise your son made and seeing how he covered Sky's eyes so that the baby would not see you two kissing

-"Iugh moms! I'll protect you Boo"-Your son called your daughter that because of monster's inc, he said that to his little sister and you laughed looking into Mel's eyes and thinking the same thing before attacking your two kids with kisses and tickles.

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Greedily picking one from each section. Siavash and Zrise 💕 2, 16, 21, 25

Greedily collecting these 💕 Thank you, I love these asks for them. So much juicy pondering

OTP asks here

2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?

(Sorry corny Siavash poetics incoming)

Zrise is a velvet-dark iris growing from poison soil and longing for the sun, and all I want in the world is to shine on him and watch him unfold.

16. If they broke up, what would be their opinions of each other?

It depends so much on the reason for the breakup.

If it was for the same reason Kristov left him, Siavash would be devastated by guilt, but at the same time he would have to come to the hard realization that a lot of what he believed about Zrise was wishful thinking. He feels safe that Zrise understands him and accepts him as he is, but if Zrise left him for not being present enough, that would mean he didn’t really understand and/or accept Siavash after all. In a way that would be even more devastating, because Sia would have to face the idea that he’s destined to hurt everyone he loves. Killing his hope is about the cruelest thing that could happen.

Pondering what unforgivable things could otherwise cause a breakup isn’t easy because Siavash has a high tolerance for Zrise being Zrise. He managed to coax out Zrise’s secret gentler side, but that doesn’t mean the rabid side isn’t still there—just constructively redirected. Mostly. Sorry Harmattan but there won’t be a trial for the attempted coup, and a funeral was definitely not how Sia wanted to handle the situation. Still even that’s not enough to drive Sia away.

I think the only thing that would drive him away would be if for some reason Zrise regressed into the worst of his self-destructive behavior and Sia couldn’t pull him out of it. It’s not the infidelity per se but the self-harm. It would hurt him deeply to watch Zrise spiral if he didn’t believe he could help, and he would not enable the behavior, so it would cause friction. The only solution would be to give him distance. Still it would take an awful lot for Siavash to lose hope. In that case Sia would see it as his own failure. He knows Zrise has the potential to live, and if he somehow lost him he would blame himself bitterly.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

I don’t like to compare Siavash’s relationship with Woljif to his relationship with Zrise because I need to keep those two parts of my brain separate, but the comparison intrigues me for this one. Woljif is smart, practical-minded and cautious. He’s a grounding force for Siavash, and tempers his wilder impulses especially after ascension. Extremely important to have that “slow down chief” influence when you’re a demigod.

Zrise on the other hand is 100% an enabler. Totally on board for all the chaos no matter how ill-advised.

Another thing I think Zrise does for Siavash is get him to face the darkness. Sia has a tendency to deny and deflect anything truly difficult. As a Calistrian (or ex-Calistrian) Zrise incorporates Elysium’s darker side—the lust, the sting and the venom—that help balance Desnan kindness, hope and good intentions. Because you can’t win a Crusade, or free the Fleshmarket, or defeat an Archdevil without violence, and you can’t turn a blind eye to the consequences of your decisions. He helps Sia integrate his Shadow. That’s essential to his growth and the one thing that may save him in a universe where he’s being enabled in his megalomaniacal post-ascension project to defeat death itself.

25. What moves do they know work on the other?

The moves HAHAHA I don’t know why this makes me laugh so much. Sia’s moves

If Zrise goes for sweet words of affirmation, he hit the jackpot with my goofily poetic, sincerely silly bard. Also the physical affection jackpot. Sia will tip his head onto his shoulder, lie with his head in his lap, give him hugs... and Zrise seems to eat it up. Like, very hungrily. Bottomless pit.

At first Sia’s cautious with him about expressing desire, because Zrise has been objectified by so many people for so long that Sia’s uncomfortable with the implications. Going instead for the affection angle and working from there. Which works. But as they come to trust each other he can more openly start giving him smoldering looks from across the room. And trying out moves I guess HA

[boba-beom]

All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

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