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spencer reid buries his face in the crook of your neck everytime you hug because the feeling of your soft skin on his face reminds him of cuddling naked with you, absolutely in bliss

spencer reid goes to stores you’ve been together in and picks up every item you spent elevated time looking at, using his eidetic memory to his fullest advantage

spencer reid’s favorite place to be kissed (besides his lips) is right below his jawline underneath his ear. he likes how close you have to get to reach it, and he giggles every time you do.

spencer reid composes the music for your first dance at your wedding, an absolutely astonishing piece that he shyly insists is “just math and sound vibrations”. no one knows that he read every book he could find on composition and spend 5 months before he even proposed learning how to create your perfect melody

spencer reid thinks that the best thing in the world is how you look in the sunshine. he never considered himself the “going for a walk” type, but now everyday during golden hour he insists you go around the block “just to see the sunset!” and spends the whole time with his eyes glued to you

spencer reid gets ever so slightly turned on the first time you explicitly ask him for money. it was a small thing— you’d left your house without your wallet since spencer wanted to drive and had gone to the mall to spend some time out of the house. you fell absolutely in love with a bracelet you saw in the store and shyly walked up to him, asking for him to get it for you. he was reaching for his card before you finished your sentence, filled with pride that you were finally letting him take care of your unnecessary wants, alongside your needs. he began to let his mind wander to taking care of you in other ways, turned beet red, and quietly asked if you could go home.

spencer reid.

yeah.

tonycries

SODA POP! - G.S.

Synopsis. Five times Gojo Satoru - the hottest k-pop idol right now - gets exposed for wanting you, his pretty, totally-not-girlfriend best friend. And the one time he gives them headlines to talk about.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, idol!Gojo, k-pop idol au, 5 + 1 things, best-friends-to-Iovers, PINING, dispatch, fandom shenanigans, lie detector tests, variety shows, ISAC, he’s SO down bad, matíng presses, oraI (fem. rec.), spítting, chokíng, p sIapping, Gojo’s tongue píercing, PÚSSYDRÚNK Gojo, manhandIing, semi-public, he’s BIG, tummy buIges, D slipping, running from it, bIindfolds, talking you through it, first times (Gojo’s), creampíes, cúmplay, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 11.8k

A/N. Guess who’s back from the beach-each and watched Kpop Demon Hunters-

“And here we have the goddess, the myth, the-”

It would take quite the feat to leave Gojo Satoru - self-proclaimed king of idols (debatable), world-class chatterbox (not debatable) - of all people gaping soundlessly at his screen.

For a second. Two. Three- before he’s sputtering at the blur of incoming comments, “O-oi! Don’t you lil’ perverts think you can get away with flirting with my best friend.” Arms crossed, he nods seriously at his fanbase, “Even I don’t get away with flirting with my be-”

“Satoru, they’re about to cut the cameras.”

“A joke. Obviously.” Smooth. Ever-so-smooth, Gojo’s flashing a winning smile at his stern-faced manager behind the tripod.

It was hard enough to convince Yaga into letting you join his livestream, but as a near-veteran in the entertainment industry, Gojo knew how to handle a little slip-up like this. He’s got this- “Because I am definitely not in love with my best friend, and am definitely not held hostage to say this.”

“...”

rawme-price

Thinking about ghost and gaz who, due to trauma and personal reasons, are both strictly tops, right?

Usually they make it work. Toys, mutual masturbation, jerking eachother off. Sure, with the random libido spikes it's a challenge, but nothing two SAS soldiers can't handle.

Sometimes, though, that craving for a nice warm hole to fuck just gets to be too much. Which leads to a pair of the hottest men you've seen hanging around the back of your local bar.

This is a practiced song and dance for them. Ghost far more particular about partner but lacking the social finesse, he points to people he wants and let's gaz do the rest.

Really, kyle has you the moment he leaned one shoulder against the wall, semi-caging you in with that warm smile. The heated kiss was just a bonus on top.

You'll only make the connection that they're married when kyle pulls ghost in for a kiss over your body. The fat underside of his cock rubbing over your tongue, ghost's cock buried deep in your hole.

You twist, desperate to see them, to soak in that genuine love you only receive fractions of. It's wet and messy, the scars on ghosts face dripping more spit onto your back than anything. But kyle only presses further, moaning against his husbands skin.

Afterwards, when you feel like your joints may give out and at least ten percent of your weight is cum, they'll pull you in between them with a content sigh. You'll drift off to bed between two lovers without feeling like a brick wall.

In the kitchen, far before you wake, you'll miss the conversation ghost and gaz have about a more permanent third.

mewnbuns

something about a man falling asleep with his body between your thighs, his arms looped around your waist, his head resting on your stomach as he snores softly…. your hands playing with his hair as he rests t___t

jessaerys

what in the world are "pity likes" you guys are inventing new ways to be insecure. every like i give is a like with my whole pussy

gem-writes

Sneak Peek of Better Than The Movies 🎥📼

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: While helping search your boyfriend’s room, you come across his collection of adult content that he promised to throw away. What Eddie didn’t realize was that the materials that once caused him pleasure would end up becoming his punishment.

**COMING SOON**

werecreature-addicted

Doing the “comparing hand sizes thing” with a werewolf trying to flirt, giggling about how big and long their fingers are, meanwhile they’re internally panicking. How can you hunt and protect yourself with such small paws??? :( you dont even have claws.

asgardreid-deactivated20180407

The only thing that’d be more potentially embarrassing than my internet history would be my calculator history, a chronicle of all the painfully simple math I couldn’t manage to do in my head.

teaboot

Took Ollie to the vet today. And I'm not gonna say who. But ONE of us had a panic attack immediately after the checkup and wouldn't get out of the sink

dontwannabeaphyrexianidiot

power-chords

This Dan Piraro comic always makes me cry.

mrshargreeves

yall ever read a fic so bad you block the author

yenayaps

sukuna tries to throw away the pot you beat him with <3

[ cw: crazy!reader, the title is self explanatory, not proofread, another love letter to @indiewritesxoxo if u guys like torturing sukuna pls check out her drabble series 😋 ]

he hates that god damn thing.

and despite the fact that it’s been an entire year since you’ve hit him over the head with it, leaving a giant dent the shape of his skull, you still haven’t thrown that fucking pot away.

you use it for everything—tea, coffee, ramen, scrambled eggs, his fucking birthday dinner—never failing to remind him of the day he ACCIDENTALLY called you a bitch.

he’s apologized for it, he’s changed, and is now an entirely different man than he was a year ago. why the hell do you still have it?

well, he’s getting rid of it tonight, so there’s really no use in asking any further questions. it took him an entire week to come up with a plan, which was more than fair given your unhealthy attachment to the item.

so far, everything’s worked beautifully in his favor. he came home with take-out from your favorite restaurant, along with a bottle of your favorite wine. he got you tipsy, then later on made you cum so hard you literally passed out.

there was no way you were waking up after that, not for another eight hours at least. and if you were, you weren’t getting up. you’d be too sore, too physically exhausted.

it was perfect.

after staying back for a few minutes, holding you and making sure you were dead asleep, he snuck out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to grab the literal bane of his existence. no noise was made while doing so, you hung the thing up like it was some medal you won at a competition.

the side door gently creaks as he opens it, then makes his way down the wooden steps. the trash cans are only a few feet away, and the excitement builds the closer he gets to them.

but just as he lifts the lid open, the giddiness he feels gets ripped away by something that made him startle.

kooksandpearls

garrett graham ❄︎ before puck drop.

pairing – garrett graham x nursing student!reader summary – a national championship, a very badly timed love confession, and garrett graham choosing a kiss before the trophy. warnings – hockey violence, championship game stress, accidental love confession, anxiety/spiralling, injuries/hits, blood/cut mention, emotional overwhelm. notes from me – WE DID IT!!! based on this ask, thank you so so much lovely!! if i got anything about hockey wrong, no i didn’t and stfu 🤗 word count – 9.1k

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The last time Garrett tried to go down on her, he fell asleep. Not fully, he remains extremely defensive about that distinction.

According to Garrett, there’s a significant difference between falling asleep and briefly resting your eyes while your mouth is still attached to your girlfriend, even if the girlfriend in question has to tug gently at your curls and ask, “Baby?” three separate times before you lift your head with a little crease pressed into your cheek from her thigh.

“I wasn’t asleep,” he’d mumbled.

“You stopped moving.”

“Was thinking.”

“With your eyes closed?”

He nodded against her thigh. “Helps me focus.”

Then he’d yawned so widely his jaw cracked, lowered his face onto her stomach and gone completely limp across the bed.

She had stared down at the back of his head for several seconds, one hand still tangled in his hair, her underwear stranded somewhere around one ankle and the entire evening rearranged around the fact that Briar’s hockey captain had reached physical collapse halfway through eating her out.

starlitsecrets

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

jammmly

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Haikyū!! Captains crushing on their manager!

Synopsis : What’s that??? The captain’s have a crush on you???

Notes : Gender neutral reader, not proofread, I was bored so I wrote this , lemme know if I portrayed them correctly!

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Enjoy Reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)!!

𑣲⋆Daichi Sawamura

Daichi is absolutely hopeless once he develops a crush—but the important part is that he doesn’t fall in love easily.

He’s the type of person who slowly grows to love someone over-time, and once those feelings settle in, he keeps them buried for as long as he possibly can.

The problem is that he is absolutely terrible at hiding them.

In his own mind, he thinks that he’s acting completely normal.

To everyone else? It’s the most obvious thing in the world.

At first, he convinces himself that he’s only looking out for you because you’re Karasuno’s manager.

As captain, it’s his responsibility to make sure everyone gets home safely, that nobody is carrying more than they should, that everyone remembers to eat after practice, and that the team is doing well. Because Daichi is a very caring person and someone who cares for the people around him—it shouldn’t be any different with the way he treats you.

That’s all this is… right? At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Sugawara see’s right through him though, he’ll ask questions about how all of the suddenly he has been extra too caring about their manager.

sandmandaddy69

liltoaster

fireladylisa

older!firelord zuko 𝓍 his favorite concubine

18+, age gap (zuko is in his late thirties and reader is in her twenties)

You were told that being a concubine of 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓩𝓾𝓴𝓸 came with many privileges.

Social prestige and financial security for your family, a life of luxuries and protection, legitimate children with a claim to the throne, etc.. It was all good in theory but what about what you wanted?

You hadn't a choice in the matter. Your grandmother had grabbed your hands when the letter came, telling you that Firelord Zuko was in need of a new concubine and had been looking at your clan.

When you told her no, that you were only twenty two and didn't wish to lie with an older man when you already had a boyfriend, she simply pinched your arm and told you to be grateful for this opportunity that was being given to your people.

Your clan was a small one, located on the outskirts, north of the capital and basically separated from the rest of the kingdom. You weren't the richest bunch, nor were you the poorest but the other elders had been pressuring your grandmother to reintroduce your clan back into society, and with her being "nothing more than a widow of a clanhead" she felt pressured to cave to their demands.

So you swallowed your pride, packed a few trunks and were sent on your way with the hopes and dreams of bringing a better future to your people.

You had been in the palace for three months now and were still unsure of how to feel.

Zuko had turned out to be kind, soft with you and very easy on the eyes. He didn't look like he was almost thirty seven and he surely didn't act like the scary dictator you thought he might be.

Most surprisingly? He never expected anything of you, never forced you to do what you didn't wish to.

On your first night, you had been bathed and prepped all pretty for Zuko. Your ladies dressed you in the finest of red silk that left little to imagination, brushed and combed your hair until your scalp burned and rubbed jasmine oil all over your body.

They claimed it was his favorite scent.

After they left, you sat stiff on the bed, your nipples hardening from the wind blowing through your opened balcony door, the thin fabric not doing much to warm you. Your hands were awkwardly placed on your lap, and you waited.

When he walked in, he hadn't been what you expected for a man pushing forty. He was far from ugly, if anything he was unfairly handsome.

Tall with muscular arms, sharp jaw, soft but weighted golden eyes and long hair. The scar only made him more striking instead of less. He carried himself with the confidence of a king but the eyes never lie, and his were impossibly kind.

You stood, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst through your ribs, and waited for the Fire Lord to claim what was his by right. But Zuko had taken one look at you, at the way your hands shook and his expression crumbled, a frown pulling at his lips.

"You're so young." He whispered more to himself than you, staring at you with wide eyes and genuine surprise on his face.

"Nothing has to happen tonight. Nothing has to happen ever, if you don’t want it to. I’m not- I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You had been grateful that he turned out to be a man of his word. And while it's been a few months of living here and Zuko had never expected sex from you, he always took the opportunity to leave you little gifts or notes.

One time you awoke to a bouquet of fire lilies on your bed after expressing how beautiful you thought they were. Another time, Zuko had visited you just before your first public appearance and gifted you a necklace that was clearly expensive and rare.

He stood behind you after moving you to the standing mirror, pushing your hair aside and telling you that:

"It belonged to my mother. I thought it might compliment you most."

You had looked at his reflection and he had already been watching you, the intensity of his gaze making your chest tighten.

When the other concubines seen it, most gasped while a few seethed. You hadn't thought much about the meaning behind it, thought Zuko was just being nice until one of them explained that the Firelord never allowed anyone to touch his later mother's possessions.

Now that same necklace was smacking against your chest and you were crouched beneath his desk with your lips wrapped around his cock.

The chamberlain’s voice came from the other side of the polished wood, something about grain shipments from the Earth Kingdom and a dispute over tariffs in the colonies. Blah, blah, blah.

You paid no attention to the words. Your focus was entirely on the way Zuko’s thigh muscles tensed beneath your palm, the way his breath hitched every time you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head. You had become an expert at reading his body in the last ten minutes, at knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to pull back and tease him.

It was your way of thanking him, a gesture of gratitude. You had no other way to repay him for his kindness, no skills that seemed valuable to a man who already had everything.

So you used what you had.

“My Lord, the Avatar requests an audience to discuss the matter personally,” the chamberlain said, his voice muffled through the thick wood of the desk.

Zuko’s hand found its way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the elaborate updo you had sat for an hour getting. You felt the slight tremor in his touch and smiled around his cock, drool spilling from your mouth.

He was close. You could tell by the way his hips kept twitching as he fought the instinct to thrust deeper into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and increased your pace, one hand working the base of his eight inches while the other cupped his balls

"Then send for him." Zuko says, his voice surprisingly steady for a man whose cock was buried in his concubine’s throat.

You pulled off, licking and sucking at the tip and Zuko jerked so hard that his knee hit the desk and he covered his moan with a fake groan of pain.

"My Lord! Are you well? You're sweating and you look pale. Should I call for the healer?"

Zuko shifted, hand slamming on the desk when you squeezed and stroked his cock from base to tip.

"No, p-please just continue."

You bit back a laugh and took him back in your mouth. Zuko’s grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. So you doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could and fighting your gag reflex.

Your jaw ached, but it was a satisfying ache, one you gladly welcomed if it meant unraveling him like this.

The chamberlain shuffled some papers. “Very well. There is also the matter of the spring festival. The council would like to know if you will be in attendance so we might arrange proper security.”

"I'll attend." Zuko responded too quickly, pushing your face further down on his cock and holding you there. "As will concubine (name), so double the security."

Your eyes were wide and burning with tears, fingers digging into his thighs as you silently choked on his cock. Zuko let up after a few seconds but never loosened his grip on your hair, pushing your head up and down faster, hips slightly lifting as he fucked your mouth as discreetly as possible.

Then his thighs tensed, and you felt the hot, sudden flood of his release spilling across your tongue. You swallowed, throat working around him as he pulsed, your eyes fluttering shut as bits spilled out the corners of your mouth.

Above you, Zuko's breath caught, just once, a sharp hitch he masked with a cough and then his hand in your hair gentled, trembling fingers stroking your head.

You released his still hard cock with a wet pop! and only climbed from under the desk when you heard the soft click of the door shutting, a shit eating grin on your face.

“You,” Zuko growled, but there was no real anger in his voice, only exasperated affection. “You impossible, insatiable, reckless little girl.”

"You were very composed, my lord. I'm impressed." Your voice was smug, lips tugging into a smile as he pushed you back against his desk.

Zuko's face was growing redder by the second, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and he looked stuck between captivated and shocked. He shook his head with a small smile, gathering your dress and lifting it above your hips. His hands wrapped around your waist and without much effort as he lifted you onto his desk.

"Shall we see how composed you are when I'm inside of you?" He grabs his cock and drags you toward the edge of the desk, settling himself between your legs.

Your breath catches. Zuko had yet to bed you and while you weren't a virgin, you weren't entirely sure he could even fit inside of you.

"May I?" Zuko asks, pushing your panties aside and lining his cock up with your leaking hole.

You swallow and nod, your raging desire overriding any fear of his size.

He pushed forward slowly, letting your body learn the shape of him, and when you whimpered against his neck he stilled at once and murmured, “I have you, it’s all right, breathe.”

He waited until the tension in your shoulders softened, then pressed deeper with a care that made your eyes sting. One hand was splayed warm and steady across your back, the one pressed against your tummy once he bottomed out.

"Please move." You huff against his skin after a minute, breathing in his sweat and fragrance.

Zuko gently pulls you back by your hair, titling your head so he can look you in the eye. He smiles down at you like the sun, the skin of his scar crinkling just a little as he leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

"Say please, little concubine." He whispers in your ear.

You roll your eyes and then roll your hips, grinning when he instinctively bucks and his cock rubs against your walls so beautifully that you can't help how hard you clench around him.

"Please, Zuko?"

Glossy doe eyes meet his slightly aged ones and Zuko breaks, like truly breaks because you're the most beautiful woman in the nation and yet you were here, panting under him despite his insecurities about his age.

So he gave you what you wanted because he was weak when it came to you. Embarrassingly so. How someone nearly half his age had been able to infiltrate his heart, he'd never know.

Each thrust he gave was deep and rough enough to rattle the heavy desk against the ground, scrolls tumbling to the floor in a messy cascade. His breath came in ragged bursts against your hair, praises spilling from his lips as he fought the urge to cum.

The older Zuko got, the harder he found it to last as long as he was once able to. It didn't help that you were tighter than the others, wetter too.

Zuko whines when he feels his balls tightening and your nails digging into his tunic and scratching his back. It makes you clench harder and Zuko pushes so deep he can see the print of his cock against your belly and it makes his eyes roll back until mostly only white was showing.

"Z-zuko, huuuuh, oh gods yes!" You meet him thrust for thrust, holding onto his shoulders as he fucked you faster and your mind spun from how drunk you were on him.

"So perfect, ngggh fuck, you're taking me so well, sweetheart." His face twists, eyes squeezed shut, brows pulled together as he plunges his cock in and out of you.

The way Zuko was fucking you made you forget all about the boy you left back home. He had never been able to pull these sounds from you. But Zuko was a different kind of beast, experienced, moving a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips moving in circles before he fucked you even harder.

Your head fell back, arms tightening around his shoulders as you fell into pure bliss, orgasming so hard that you squirted all over his abdomen.

"Fuuuccckkkk!" Zuko cried out, pushing deep and spilling buckets of hot cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed. HIs hips stuttered as he pulled your body close to his, burying his face in your neck as he stuffed you full.

Zuko kept grinding into you, pushing out the last of his high before pulling out and immediately moving two fingers to your hole, pushing the cum that escaped back inside.

This was going to take. Zuko was going to finally get his heir.

He lifts your head and places his forehead against yours, heart pumping fast as he looks you in the eyes. He wasn't getting any younger, he needed to build a legacy, leave something behind, continue his family name.

Why not do that with you? He could already see it, children with his eyes and hair but all of your facial features.

Let's just say that neither of you were surprised when you had a bump a few months later.

❦ lisa's note: I'm thinking.. how we feeling about more middle aged zuko? i need that tbh 🫦

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