Tape 69 (M)

Study Buddy- Billy Hargrove X Reader

Summary: After being paired up with Billy Hargrove on a project for school, all you want to do is get a good grade and get it over with. Knowing full well his reputation, you do your best to focus on the project when he comes over after school to help. But it’s rather hard when he won’t do any work and won’t stop looking at you like that. 

*Warnings: Smut 18+, Unprotected Sex (please use protection. this is fiction.), a lil dry humping, mention of oral sex (m receiving), Billy being a flirty fuck, Billy being obsessed with you, he has a staring problem, cursing, hickeys, mention of divorce, fluffy ending *

It had been a regular day of school when Billy Hargrove first arrived. You had went to your first period as usual. Hearing excited whispers from various classmates. 

You had furrowed your brows and asked Nancy what was going on. She told you simply that ‘Apparently a new guy moved to Hawkins. He is supposed to be really hot. His name is Billy Hargrove.’

You had rolled your eyes and went back to your work. You felt as if you left your interest in boys back in Sophomore year when this boy named Alex broke your heart. Now, it was all books and movies. No extra drama. No boyfriends, no flings, nothing.

You were still a teenager. You went to parties and had fun. You just had to roll your eyes every time a stinky, acne faced boy would attempt to get with you. As if.

You had gone onto your second period without giving the rumors another thought. You sat in your normal seat and got out your binder. 

The bell rung and your teacher started babbling on about the test tomorrow. Nancy tapped your shoulder from the seat behind you and asked silently if you would help her study. You agreed. Like she even had to ask anymore. 

The classroom door opened, signaling the arrival of a late student. 

You had to do a double take.

You could tell by the cocky way he walked in and smirked at the teacher that he was the new kid everyone was talking about. But he didn’t look like a kid. No… he looked like a man. A model. Something you only saw on the covers of magazines and in TV shows. 

Let’s just say he stood out among the other boys at your school.

They weren’t wrong about his looks. He was incredibly attractive. Curly, dirty blonde hair that framed his face well. You had never liked the idea of a mullet but damn, he made it look good. 

He had the most beautiful eyes, blue like the sea. Eyelashes that any girl would be jealous of. Eyes that darted around the classroom in search of an empty seat. 

Of course, he’d spot the one next to you. 

His gaze met yours and you quickly averted your gaze back to the teacher who went back to lecturing.

 He sat down and you could hear the whispers coming from the back of the class.

It annoyed you that everyone seemed so obsessed with him all of the sudden. He was the talk of the school. You could tell why. But just because he was attractive didn’t mean you had to like him.

You tried your best to keep your eyes forward. And you succeeded. 

Until you felt a tap on your shoulder, “Hey, could I borrow a pencil?”

You got out an extra pencil and handed it to him, trying to ignore the low timber of his voice. 

You felt your confidence shrink as his eyes raked over you, taking the pencil from between your fingers. 

He smirked, “Thanks, doll.”

You went back to your notes, ignoring the nickname, all too aware that his stare lingered. You could see him staring from your peripheral. 

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from making some smart ass comment to him about it.

You could make out the pearly whites of his teeth. Smiling like he knew his mere existence was bothering you.

You swear he didn’t even write anything down with the pencil he borrowed from you. 

You felt Nancy tap on your shoulder and pass you a note when the teacher’s back was turned.

You unfolded the ripped piece of paper and froze at its contents, ‘He’s totally checking you out.’

You sighed and chewed on the inside of your cheek while scribbling out your response, ‘Good for him.’

‘You’re crazy! The hot new guy is totally staring and you won’t even give him a second glance!’

You rolled your eyes, of course she would encourage this. 

‘I’ve given him plenty of glances. And I’ve seen enough to know that a dude that hot can only bring trouble.’

You heard her chuckle under her breath. 

You spared a glance to your right, only to be met by his sapphire eyes again. 

He had the nerve to wink at you.

This time, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

-

You were grateful when the bell rang. You swiftly gathered your things. 

Nancy was quick to catch your eye. Ready to talk about him.

She motioned towards Billy and you scoffed in response. You were not going to talk to him any more than you had to. 

You quickly linked arms with her and ushered her out the door. As soon as you reached the hall, there was a tap on your shoulder. 

You gave Nancy a look, knowing full well who it was. She smiled at you and bid you goodbye, leaving you to deal with him.

You turned and raised your brows expectantly, “Can I help you?”

Billy chuckled and held up your pencil, “Thought you might want this back.”

You eyed the pencil warily, “You keep it. You’ll probably need it.”

Who didn’t bring a pencil on their first day of school?

He grinned, “You’re probably right. Thank you… by the way.” he squinted, “I don’t think I caught your name…?”

“You’re welcome. And it’s Y/n.” you wanted to cut this short.

“So… Y/n, I’m obviously new here and I was wondering if maybe… you’d wanna show me around sometime?”

You wanted to laugh. Of course he was asking you out. “I don’t think so. It was nice meeting you though.”

You turned on your heel, heading to your locker. Nancy would have a hissy fit when she found out you turned him down. She was always on you about getting back out there. About wanting you to find someone so you could go on a double date with her and Jonathon. 

But you didn’t care. Billy could, and probably would, find someone else to show him around. 

-

You had gone through the rest of that day, only to find that Billy was not only in your last class, but to find that he was sitting next to you yet again. You swore the universe had it out for you or something. 

You had made it a point to ignore him for the whole period. 

But again, the cosmos had it out for you. The teacher announced a project in his nasally voice. 

You rolled your eyes as he stated he would be picking partners for the class.

You clenched your jaw in anger when he read out your name.

Great. Your least favorite teacher happened to pair you up with your least favorite person in the room.

You couldn’t believe this shit. You wanted to protest. To ask for a different partner. Anyone else. But you knew that this teacher already gave you a hard time so it would’ve been for nothing anyways. 

You sighed and finally acknowledged Billy’s presence, “Looks like I’m stuck with you.”

He chuckled, “It must be fate.” He smiled charmingly at you. 

“Something…” you muttered under your breath. 

You would think he would be deterred after an obvious turn down. Guess not. He seemed elated to be working with you.

He managed to stay silent for a few minutes and let you re-explain the project to him since he wasn’t paying attention when the teacher did the first time. 

You had a feeling you were going to be doing this one by yourself. And that was fine by you. You preferred it that way. “If you want me to do it and then just put your name on it, I can.”

He raised his brows at your offer, “Now, why would I make you do all the work?”

“Trust me, it’ll be easier that way.” you didn’t mean it to come out so rude, “I mean… you just got here and I know more about this anyways… and-”

He laughed, “I know what you mean, dollface.”

You pursed your lips at the nickname. 

He just licked his lips, amused at your reaction. 

“I’ll help. I insist.” his eyes sparkled with mischief. 

You knew this wasn’t going to be an in-class assignment so that would mean you two would have to meet up outside of school. Just your luck. 

“Fine. Are you free right after school?” you hesitantly asked.

The corners of his mouth quirked up a little, “I have to take my step sister home first but after, yeah.”

Stepsister? You definitely wouldn’t have pegged him for the older brother type.

You ripped off a piece of paper from your notebook and wrote your phone number and address on it. You hesitantly handed it to him, “Okay, here’s my number and address. Just come over when you’re done.”

The grin he gave you told you that he thought he just scored.

“Now don’t think you can just call or show up whenever you want.” you warned, knowing where his mind was going.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he folded the scrap of paper and tucked it away in his jacket pocket, smiling like the cat who got the canary.

You had a feeling this was a bad idea.

-

As soon as you got home, you were antsy. Looking around the house, cleaning up a bit. Not because you cared what Billy thought. At least, that’s what you told yourself. 

You halfway wished your mother would come home. But she wouldn’t be much protection anyways.

Your single mom was always working and when she wasn’t the two of you were hanging out. She was more of a friend than a mother. Worse than Nancy at pressuring you into going on dates. Encouraging you to live your teenage years to the fullest. To love any chance you got. 

You could tell she wished she’d done the same.

She wouldn’t be home until later that night. 

Leaving you all alone in a house where you would be spending the next few hours with a boy you just met, who was clearly into you as more than just a friend or classmate.

You sighed and sat on the couch, waiting for the moment when he would arrive.

-

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when the doorbell sounded. 

You opened the door to see him standing on your doorstep, hands in his pockets, car parked out front. 

The sunlight illuminated him. Bounced of his golden hair and made the curls shine. Brought out the tanned hue of his skin and emphasized how tall he was compared to you.

You gave him a friendly smile, which he returned. 

“Come on in…” you invited, making way for him to enter.

You watched as he looked around your house. “Nice place.”

“Thanks.” You shut the door and kept your eyes trained on him as he observed the place. 

“Looking for something?” you asked quietly

He turned and tilted his head, “Your parents? Siblings? Pets?”

“Oh, uh… it’s just my Mom and I. She won’t be home till later…”

You were nervous as you saw his eyes light up, “Good to know.”

“Right… well my room is upstairs so…” you led him up to your room.

You cursed as you realized your record player was still playing AC/DC from when you were cleaning your room earlier, “Shit, sorry.” You went to turn it off. 

“Leave it.” Billy looked impressed, “Didn’t think you’d be a Rock N’ Roll kinda girl.”

You turned the volume down a little and got out your supplies for the project, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. One of them being that I actually do my schoolwork. Now… I could use your help with this.”

He took a seat next to you on your bed, looking at the rough sketch you drew before he got there, “How can I be of service?”

“I need your input on the layout. Where do you think this should go? I was thinking up here…”

When he didn’t respond you turned your head to look at him, only to find him inches away from your face, staring at your lips.

“Billy.” You glared at him.

He blinked a few times, “Sorry, what did you say?”

You repeated yourself. He gave a noncommittal answer.

You sighed and decided you were gonna have to take the reins on this project anyways. 

You avoided asking him any questions. Every time you did, he wouldn’t be paying attention.

Always staring at you in a trance.

You huffed as he, yet again, was not helping. “Are you actually gonna help me or are you just gonna keep spacing out the whole time?”

He looked back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “I’ll pay attention if you do something for me.”

“And what is that?” you asked sarcastically. 

“Kiss me.” he said it as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Your heart skipped a beat, “Excuse me?”

“Kiss me.” he prompted.

Your heart fluttered again like a thousand butterflies in your rib cage. He couldn’t be serious. 

You knew he was though.

You shook your head, laughing, “Forget it, Hargrove.”

“Come on… what’s the harm?” 

You swallowed and kept your eyes on the project. The harm is that you knew if you kissed him, it wouldn’t be a one time thing. You didn’t want to get involved. He would just end up breaking your heart in the end.

You just kept shaking your head, determined to do this project all by yourself if you had to. 

He turned your face toward his, making you look at him.

You were scared. Scared of how handsome he was. Especially up close. 

You were scared of how good he smelled and how dark his eyes were when they looked at you.

You were terrified at how quickly he seduced you. 

You were inches away from those perfectly shaped lips that were literally calling your name.

“Y/n…” he purred, “I know you want to.” he teased.

“And how do you know that?” You practically whispered.

He smirked, “Because you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you. I see the way you look at me… and we both know I have a staring problem. There’s a good reason for that. You’re… distracting…”

Did he just call you distracting?

You sighed and looked down, no longer having the willpower to deny it. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him.

He had a certain pull. Something you couldn’t explain. A sexual heat that radiated off of him. There was a thousand times more chemistry between the two of you than there ever was with your ex.

And it was obvious he was attracted to you too.

It was impossible not to feel it.

He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You met his gaze again.

He was so close. Leaning in, a final whisper on those full lips, “Please…”

How could you deny him? Deny yourself? What’s one kiss?

You turned to him and closed your eyes, sucking in a sharp breath through your nose when your lips finally met his.

Your heart was hammering against your chest. A jolt of hot white lightning struck your heart and traveled all the way down to your core. 

Your lips molded against his perfectly. 

His hand came up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss. Leaning closer, he captured your lips again and again. 

He ran his tongue over your bottom lip and nipped at it.

You let his tongue tangle with yours. Both of you moaning into the kiss.

It was hot. Both of you eager to taste one another.

You pulled back to breathe, but it was hard. You could feel your heart beat in your ears, your lips tingled.

He stayed close, breathing the same air as you and gazed deep in your eyes. You felt… connected.

You had never felt anything so intense. No one had ever kissed you like that. You trembled as he leaned in again. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as his plump lips moved in sync with yours. 

Your hand came up on its own and tangled in his hair. His curls were soft as you pulled him closer to you. Letting your tongue circle his in a dance the two of you seemed to already know.

The taste of him was enough to make you moan into his mouth. He echoed you in response and shoved your project off the bed and onto the floor in an effort to get closer to you. 

You broke the kiss, gasping at his actions, “Billy!”

He chuckled, “Screw the project. The only thing I want to do right now is you.”

You rolled your eyes yet smiled at his antics. You knew this would happen. Oh well. Kissing Billy was so much better than schoolwork.

He positioned himself in between your legs and attached his mouth to yours once more. He seemingly couldn’t get enough of you. The feeling was mutual.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. You could feel his bulge pressing up against you through his jeans. 

His hips were pressed flush up against yours as you made out. Your core clenched at the thought of making him hard. At the thought of what was in those pants. 

You wanted it. You wanted him. Fuck it.

Your hands went to unbutton his shirt, lips still busy. Once you successfully got it unbuttoned, he took it off and threw it elsewhere. The tank top underneath soon following it. 

You didn’t mean to stare but fuck. He was a specimen. He was ripped. Arms that bulged, big and strong. Smooth, tan skin. Buff chest leading down, down, down. You let your eyes rake over him, landing on that little trail of hair that lead into his pants.

You would’ve squeezed your thighs had he not been between them. You licked your lips, wanting to kiss every inch of him. 

Wetness flooded at the sight of him as he leaned back over you, smirking, “See something you like, babydoll?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He ground his hips into yours, going to your neck to leave little kisses down the length of it. You happily titled your head to the side to let him. 

You couldn’t help but buck your hips into his when he bit down, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. Tongue soothing the sting.

He hummed against you and ground his hips in circles, sucking hickeys all over your neck and collarbone. Marking you as his.

He pulled back when your shirt stopped his path. 

You sat up and gladly threw it on top of the long forgotten project. 

His lips immediately fastened themselves to the newly exposed skin. Eager to leave marks everywhere he could. You reached back and unclasped your bra, throwing it with your shirt. 

His eyes widened an inch and he took a deep breath. He groaned at the sight of your bare breasts. Stunned. “Jesus, Y/n. You’re gorgeous.” 

You giggled, “See something you like?” You repeated his words from earlier.

He answered you with a growl and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and circling it with his tongue. His hands groped your boobs as he littered them with hickeys.

You let out a breathy moan. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy giving them attention. Your nipples were so sensitive and his erection was moving so deliciously over your clothed core as he humped into you. You could probably cum just like this. 

But you wanted him inside you. Wanted to feel him in every way possible. Wanted to feel good for once. Allow yourself to give into your desires.

You brought his lips back up to yours and went to unbutton your pants. 

His kisses became greedier as if he knew what was to come. 

He unbuttoned his own pants and quickly discarded them as you did too. 

Billy bit his lip and admired you, a hand coming down to cup his bulge. 

You felt wetness pool in your panties at the sight of him touching himself. 

You hooked your fingers in his underwear and pulled him closer to you. Kissing him, you ran your hand over his hard on. His hips bucked into your hand, he groaned as you grabbed him through the thin fabric.

You slowly pulled them down, longing to see underneath. As soon as his length sprang from its confines, your mouth watered. He was perfect. In every way. 

Long and thick, everything your ex was not. Your mouth hung open as you stared hungrily at his member. 

It twitched under your gaze and you glanced back up to see Billy smirking lightly at you. His own eyes staring hungrily back at you. 

You licked your lips, wanting him in your mouth. You wanted to taste him. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to lick every inch of him.

He chuckled breathlessly. As if he could read your mind, he spoke in a low voice, “I know that look, doll. And fuck, do I want you to. But I also know that I won’t last if you wrap those perfect lips around me.”

You smirked and took him into your hand, stroking him up and down, “Maybe next time, then.”

You winked at him as his eyes went hooded. “Next time?”

You chuckled and kissed him, all tongues and teeth.

You shimmied your panties down your legs and spread them wide for him.

He looked down and let out a moan when he saw you bare and dripping for him.

His fingers trailed over your clit lightly, circling it slowly. You whined as they spread your slick, “Billy…”

He made a noise deep in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from your entrance. He slid one of his fingers inside, then two. “Fuck baby… all this for me?”

“For you…” you whispered as he pumped them.

He took them out and gaped at the glistening arousal on his fingers. He circled them over the head of his cock before wrapping his hand around himself. A broken moan escaped his mouth.

It was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Ever heard. You couldn’t help but moan along with him. 

He bent down to deliver a quick yet heated kiss to your lips. 

“Billy please…” you ached for him. You could feel your sex throbbing with need.

He positioned himself closer in between your legs, running his weeping tip over your clit. Then, up and down the length of your slit. Making his cock even wetter with your juices. You groaned in unison. 

You spread your legs even wider as he carefully slipped the head inside you.

He hissed through his teeth, pausing, sweat upon his brow. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

You clenched around him as he steadily pushed all the way in. He watched, mouth hung open in a continuous moan as inch after inch disappeared inside of you.

He bottomed out, pressing his forehead against yours. You cursed at the feeling of him stretching you.

“Fuck…” you leaned up to kiss him, “You feel so good.”

He let out a mixture of an incredulous laugh and a moan. “You feel so fucking good, Y/n. Oh my fucking god.” 

He slid out slowly, pumping his hips forward as soon as he got halfway out. He breathed heavily, thrusting at a faster pace. 

He was torn between looking at where you two were joined, to your marked up tits, to your face that was scrunched beautifully in pleasure. 

“So wet…” he murmured under his breath. “So gorgeous…”

You turned your head so you could nip at his neck as he plowed into you. This only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts gaining speed. “Fuck, Y/n-”

You hummed, his salty skin between your teeth. The taste of him was heady. Pheromones released rapidly, making you feel high.

You were certain he was feeling it too, pupils blown, filthy noises coming from those sinful lips as you worked on his neck.

You watched in awe at his muscles shifting under his sweaty skin with every movement. Every thrust hitting your g-spot, his pelvis rubbing against your nub. Cries of pleasure escaped you. 

You clasped your hands around his neck, overcome by the pleasure he was sending through your body. He grunted loudly into your neck, “Fuck, you are such a good girl. So good for me.”

His words of praise made you clench around him, your orgasm was building fast. He pulled you flush against his sweaty body and slammed into you over and over, making your eyes roll back.

“Billy… baby I’m gonna cum.” you whimpered, the pressure building.

“Fuck yes princess, I want you to cum for me,” he moaned into your neck, never ceasing his relentless pace. “Let me hear you…feel your sweet fucking pussy squeeze me…”

You were going to cum and you knew it would be intense. You braced yourself as he pounded into you. 

You threw your head back as pure ecstasy flooded through your entire body. Your stomach contracted and you moaned with every hot pulse of your climax. 

You screamed Billy’s name, your walls squeezing hard around his length.

It was unlike any sensation you had ever felt before. Pure euphoria. 

He let out a guttural moan, his own orgasm hitting him hard. His noises were enough to send you spiraling once more.

His thrusts became sloppier and his groans and whimpers became quieter as the two of you slowly rode out your highs together. 

He sucked a bruise on your shoulder, aftershocks flowing through both of you.

You stayed connected for a minute. You bit your lip, feeling his breaths fan over your skin as he panted, catching his breath.

Your eyes widened as you just realized what you had done.

You just had sex with Billy Hargrove. And you loved every second of it. You never knew it could be this good. This passionate. This satisfying. 

You wanted to laugh as you spotted your half finished project laying on the floor. 

He pulled out slowly, head turning to rest on your chest. His weight was grounding as he wrapped himself around you.

You lay content. Billy started to draw patterns on your skin, brush his fingers lightly over the marks he made. 

You could feel him smile against you. 

You rolled your eyes, but smiled fondly. “You never had any intention of helping me with the project, did you?”

He was silent for a moment, but looked up at you with a pouty lip and glittering eyes, “If I said ‘no’, would you be pissed?”

You shook your head, “No. I figured as much.” 

He chuckled against you.

The question of ‘What happens next?’ lingered in the air like the aroma of sex.

You didn’t want to ask it. You wanted this moment to last forever. All you wanted was to lay there with him. 

Why did everything have to be so complicated?

The pair of you startled as a loud crack of lightning sounded from outside. Thunder rumbled and rain started to pour. 

You could feel Billy’s heartbeat increase against you.

The drops of water pattered against your window. A surprise storm raging outside.

You went to sit up. Billy reluctantly rolled off of you.

Getting up from the bed, you reached for your clothes.

“Hey…”

You turned to Billy and caught the shirt he threw you. His.

You tried not to smile as you slipped it on, suddenly enveloped by his scent. 

“Thanks.” you went to exit the bedroom.

He quickly slipped on his underwear and grabbed your hand, “Where are you going?”

His eyes were wide. Was he scared? You fought back a smile at the thought of a guy as tough as Billy, scared of a little thunder.

“I’m going to call my mom, she definitely won’t drive in this shit.” you laced your fingers with his and pulled him closer, “You should probably call someone too… it doesn’t look like the storm’s gonna give out any time soon.”

He raised his brows, “You’re letting me stay?”

“You can stay the night if you’d like. Wouldn’t want you to get caught out in the rain.” you winked at him.

He smiled wide and let you lead him to the phone downstairs.

After calling your mom, she stated that there was a warning out anyways and that she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. 

You let Billy use the phone, sitting on the couch to give him some privacy.

His conversation was short and he was back with you in minutes. You tried not to stare when he waltzed into the room in just his undies. 

He plopped down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder. He sighed but you could hear the smile in his voice, “I guess you’re stuck with me. Again.”

You chuckled, “That’s fine by me. Maybe we can actually get some work done on our project.”

 He groaned at the thought. Like he would be doing any of the work anyways.

-

The next morning, the sun was shining and Billy’s body was still pressed up against yours. Naked of course, due to another round of not being able to keep his hands to himself. 

You slipped out from under his grasp and started getting ready for school. Pulling out some of your over-sized clothes that you assumed would fit him, you set them on the bed for Billy to wear.

Once you were ready, slowly laid back down next to him. You admired his features. Appreciating the fact that he looked so relaxed. So at peace.

You ran a hand through his hair and stroked the side of his face softly, “Billy boy… it’s time to get up.”

He groaned and hid his face in your pillow. 

You rolled your eyes and rubbed a hand over his back, “Billy…”

He grunted in response. Obviously he wasn’t a morning person.

“Come on, we gotta get to school.” you prompted.

He rolled over and eyed you, “Fuck school.”

“It’s your second day.” 

“Still.”

You sighed, “Would you get up if I told you I made you breakfast?”

He sat up, intrigued, “For real?”

You nodded, heading downstairs to eat your own. Knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

-

A few minutes later, he stomped down the stairs wearing your clothes you had set out for him.

You paused, fork halfway to your mouth. He looked good. 

It was a simple black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants but fuck.

“You look nice…” you complimented. “Glad they fit.”

He rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, grabbing a piece of toast and munching on it. “They smell like you.”

You laughed, “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, except for the fact that I’m gonna be smelling you all day and I’ll start to miss you…and these pants don’t exactly look like they’d be good at hiding a boner.”

You shook with laughter. “I’d love to see that.”

-

When you arrived at school, you felt like you had this huge secret. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell anyone about what happened. Although you were sure someone would find out sooner or later. 

Specifically Nancy. She kept glancing at you during first period.  She was suspicious no doubt.

Halfway through, she nudged you, “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem… different. Distracted. I don’t know.”

You shrugged your shoulders and pushed your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her face dropped. She gasped. “Y/n!” she whisper-yelled.

“What?”

You realized she could see the hickeys that littered your neck. You were quick to cover them, “Shit…”

“Looks like someone had fun last night. Who was it?” she demanded an answer.

You kept your lips sealed.

As soon as she saw Billy the next period, she put two and and two together. 

She gasped and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “Is he wearing…?”

You shushed her, trying to suppress a blush that was surely rising.

You heard her tear a piece of paper from her notebook. Writing fast.

‘You have to tell me everything!’

‘I’ll tell you during lunch.’

You were low-key excited to talk about it. To talk about him. Talk about the whole experience. 

You bit your lip and tried to pay attention to whatever the teacher was saying. But your thoughts kept drifting back to last night. 

Another piece of paper landed on your desk. Nancy was insatiable. 

You furrowed your brows when the note had different handwriting on it.

A messy, yet unique sprawl that had a simple message on it. 

‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. You glanced up to find Billy already staring at you, a grin of his own on his face. 

A warm feeling erupted in your chest. Maybe being stuck with him wasn’t such a bad thing.

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Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Saw requests are open! Could you write one with Alfie Solomons where he tries to hide his feelings for the reader, his secretary, seeing his men flirt with her? Sometimes I feel like he’ll rather be shot than admit his jealousy—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

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“That’s enough, Ollie.”

Alfie’s voice silenced the entire bakery. Ollie, unsure of his transgression, blinked helplessly at you, then back at his boss.

“Fuck off.”

On firmer ground with that, Ollie scurried off to find something to do.

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therapy

pairing: ransom drysdale x reader

warnings:  angst, fluff, mental illness, eventual smut && SPOILERS 

word count: 16k 

description: part 4 of 5. SPOILERS; DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM – ransom’s therapy sessions during the assitant && four christmases and a little bit beyond.

note: so this took me forever and i was originally going to write couples therapy at the end, but it just didn’t flow as nicely. i’m probably only going to write one more part for this, but i hope you guys enjoy it. honestly. i’m writing this for you. 

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Office Affairs (m)

Summary: When Mark gets a job at a multimillionaire company, he finds out that there’s more than meets the eye about the new CEO. Not only is she incredibly rich, super talented in bed, and insanely hot… she’s also engaged to someone else.

Pairing: Secretary!Mark Lee x Boss!Reader

Genre: Office AU + Cheating AU/ Angst/ Fluff/ Smut

Word Count: 19.6k (this was only supposed to be 10k, but I let my thirst get the best of me rip)

Warnings: Cheating, descriptive smut, Dom!Mark, Sub!Reader, slight degradation, unprotected sex, slight bondage of Mark binding Reader’s wrists with his tie, mentions of daddy kink but is never actually used

A/N: I’ve always wanted my first fic to be something that is interesting to me, so here we are! I looked up most of the business terms mentioned, but if they’re wrong, please ignore them because I tried my best. I hope you enjoy reading this, because I definitely enjoyed writing it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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|| sugarbaby.com || bang chan

Summary: Struggling college student Y/n is on her last year of college as the bills stack she’s in a tough situation. Her roommate recommends her a website for local sugar daddies. That’s where she meets Mr. Bang Chan a producer who is just a nice guy that has a lot of money.  

word count: 5.1k || genre: smut, lots of smut, kissing, dry humping, light choking, praise kink, soft dom chan, like soft, like he’s a caring daddy btw, light barely their daddy kink. 

a/ n: the end plot is so sloppyyyy but I put lots of plot and love and smut this could be better but its 5k of hard work so enjoy yall~

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Nightly routine

Bts Yoongi!Hybrid x reader fluff

Addicting. That’s what Yoongi would call your scent. He couldn’t get enough of how you smelt. He would walk up to you purring. His soft black cat ears twitching as he hugged you, his tail swaying softly and he took in deep breaths. It was funny,

He loved the way you smelt when you had just come home from work and smelt sweaty. He said it showed how womanly you were and how healthy you were.

But his favourite smell of all, was when you just finished having a shower before bed. So much so that one day he asked if he could stay in the bathroom while you showered. Curious of how you smelt so delicious after. He sat there on the floor. Tail wrapped around his waist as he watched with fascination. It wasn’t a sexual vibe. It was loving, appreciative, passionate. He watched as you slowly lathered your hands with a special pre wash conditioner you used to stop your hair from being frizzy the next day and massages it into your scalp leaving it to set in for a few minutes while you washed your feet and lower body with your rose body wash.

The smell of the pre wash conditioner and the rose body wash Yoongi was beginning to recognise these from your scent and he purred lightly causing you to smile widely at him blowing him a kiss before rincing you hair. You used your shampoo and washed your upper body. Then after rincing it all out you used your conditioner. The smell to Yoongi was nothing short of euphoric. He lifted his nose higher into the air sniffing wildly. You stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel when Yoongi jumped up and started licking your neck and shoulders in order to taste your scent a bit clearer. He normally did this when you’re both in bed. It shows how much he cares for you.

“Yoongles,” you chuckle as he wrapped the towel around your body.

Once you’re both in bed he cuddles up to your back like always and lays your hair out behind you shoving his face into your hair and pulling you flush against his body he falls asleep to the smell of your hair, the steady beating of your heart mixed with the sounds of your breathing. The feeling of you laying in his arms. You both sleep soundly.

Being awoken with licks and kisses on your neck is a normal way to wake. He calls it scenting you. So if you pass any other hybrids they know. You belong to someone. You belong to him.

Part 2 for poison??? Where he goes back to reader for another hook up but this time he needs to be close to her. Like legs wrapped around him and her hands in his hair while he practically latches himself onto you. Smut smut smut. He secretly really likes her but doesn’t want anyone to know yk keeping up with his asshole facade

antidote (poison pt2)

Plot: last time should have been the last time, just like he said. But when he comes crawling back, needier than ever you can’t help but come back pt.1

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): the obvious SMUT!, fluffy end, wally actually ends up being nice and in love? Characters are 18!!! Unprotected sex (WRAP IT), public sex!! Creampie!! Fucking POORLY written. NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: HI GUYS. okay so ik its been a minute 💀 im sorry i usually pump these out and get serious writers block but im TRYING. okay i also know you said to keep him an asshole but i NEEDED fluff!! Enjoy!

Finding yourself at the schools Friday night football game was NOT on your agenda, but you couldn’t help it. You felt drawn in and one of your newer friends BEGGED you to go with her so you did, reluctantly. The stands were PACKED with parents, siblings and other family members along with almost ALL of your classmates. Had football really been THIS popular?

you gave a low groan as you ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying not to get hit or bumped into. It wasn’t working out very well. Small sorry’s left your mouth as you finally wormed your way into your seat next to Julie, who was already teeming with energy.

“ i’m so excited. Monrovia has ALWAYS been a tougher team to beat, hopefully this year with Wally we can beat them. ”

At the mention of his name you tensed, you hadn’t seen or talked to him in what seemed like months (more so a week or two). A part of you, deep down ached for him, while the other part tried to keep you reasoned that he was the one that ended everything, he wanted nothing to do with you. And yet…somehow it felt like he still wanted you. None of the athletics (cheerleaders and football players) even stopped to say anything to you, or tease you about something so small. They just went on their merry way. Had he said something to them?

“ uh hello? Did you hear me? Wally’s looking at you! "

a small shake to your shoulders finally snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes moved to finally make eye contact with said football player. He was finally on the field after their introduction and was staring right at you from his huddle with his team. Once the both of you made eye contact he quickly looked away and popped his helmet on.

you shook your head, blinking yourself back to reality. What was his deal? The buzzers from the score board sounded, commencing the start of the first quarter of the game. The crowd around you buzzed to life in cheers as the boys got into formation after the coin toss, cementing that Monrovia would be starting with the ball. The first kick off was a strong one, sending the ball soaring to the back of the split river formation.

and like that the game set off into a very close, neck to neck game. One team would score and then the other would quickly swoop in and tie with their own touchdown. Everyone around you was on edge, Julie was screaming chants with the student section, making fun of the team and the other student section. You just sat quiet and cheered quietly when your team would score, trying not to burn in embarrassment. But slowly got into the energy of it all, starting to cheer in the last quarter of the game.

within the last few seconds of the game you shot up from your seat, cupping your hands around your mouth as you shouted.

“ GET THAT BALL TO THE END ZONE, WALLY! ”

His attention turned to you for only a second before something inside him amped up, making him sprint and dodge around the other team a bit faster. within the last second his feet finally landed in the end zone, signifying that they had scored the winning points and FINALLY got their hands on the win over Monrovia after years of losing. Loud screams and cheers erupted from the stands around you, the band immediately kicked in with their anthem as the team on the field flocked the quarter back in the end zone.

loud whoops and chants sounded from the boys as they hopped and shook with Wally in their arms, the other team standing dejectedly to the side, feeling the stab of loss from years of winning. You cheered loudly with your classmates, laughing happily as your friend latched onto you.

“ its like he HEARD you! You’re a fucking lucky charm! ”

she squealed happily and shook you, excitement bubbling from her as she darted off to some of her other friends to talk to them. Your attention finally turned back to the football team, seeing the ever happy Wally grinning and congratulating his teammates. His eyes then turned to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sent you a wink. Butterflies seemed to spring from nowhere in your stomach at the motion, turning to look and see if he was sending it to anyone else, but no one else was paying any attention to the team. You looked back at him again and watched him mouth “stay after”, seeming to mean after the stadium cleared out.

After about an hour of waiting, almost everyone was cleared out of the stadium, lights beginning to shut off. You slowly started to lose hope he’d actually come talk to you, or even if he was still there. You carefully tossed your hood up as it started to drizzle, then pour. You sighed and turned, starting to walk toward the gates when a loud whistle echoed from the dressing rooms. Your head snapped to the source, seeing Wally walk out of the building. He was in his after game attire, hair in messy curls atop his head from the sweat and rain finally hitting his head.

you paused and crossed your arms, trying to keep up your “i hate you” mindset. But seeing him there after weeks made your knees feel like jello. What the fuck was going on in your head?! You tilted your head and watched as he got closer, making you step back

“ didn’t think you’d come to a game. But then i saw you in the stands, dressed in the schools colors with MY number of all numbers painted on your cheek. ”

you scoffed as he finally stopped before you, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. She painted his number on your cheek? Did she know about you two hooking up or was this one of her dumb “he’s cute” things.

“ yeah, i didn’t paint this on, Julie did. Like hell id risk getting made fun of just to wear your number, Clark. "

He hissed in fake pain as you snapped at him, scrunching his face a bit to add to it. He chuckled and without a word tugged you close but your waist. You gasped in surprise as your chest collided with his, feeling the clothing start to get soaked from the heavy rain. What the hell was he doing?

“ you should wear it more often. Fuck all the time actually. Look..i was a fucking dumbass for pushing you away. Not being able to be near you drove me mad and made me realize some shit that i didn’t want to face. ”

your eyes widened as you realized he was about to confess his feelings. Were you even ready for that? Before he could even say another word you pushed yourself up and kissed him roughly, cupping the back of his head as you tried to keep him from saying anything. A small grunt sounded from the other as he immediately held onto your waist, keeping you close to his body.

the kiss started heated and just continued to stay that way, tongues meshing together in the middle as hands wondered each others bodys. And with hands wandering, came clothes starting to be removed. Were you about to fuck on the football field? You couldn’t really care less, you just needed him now. Moving yourself down onto the soaking grass, you felt him moved between your legs and carefully slip a hand between the two of you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as he rubs at your clit for a moment, letting you get adjusted and wet enough for him to slip his fingers into your soaking center. Your eyes rolled back a bit from the stretch of his long fingers. Thank fuck for this lanky man, being blessed EVERYWHERE. small moans slipped from your lips as he pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you. Getting you nice and stretched was something he’s never done so it was a nice little change, it made your heart flutter in an odd way?

after a few minutes of prepping you he pulled his fingers out and used whatever wetness he had to lube himself just enough to carefully slip into your awaiting cunt, his eyes rolling back at the hug of your walls. Another gasp came from your throat as he slid inside of you, your hands clambering to grip onto his back to have some sort of tether to earth. He grunted and held still for a second, kissing along your neck and throat, arms winding around your middle to keep you close to him.

As much as your mind was SCREAMING at you to get the hell off the ground, you felt like you were in heaven. Especially when he started to finally fuck his cock in and out of your hot cunt. Moans and groans intertwined from the two of you as you fucked on the football field, rain poured around the two of you, drowning out your sounds so only the two of you could hear. You made an attempt to open your eyes, only to be met with Wally already looking at you. You whimpered softly and drew your eyebrows together, keeping eye contact as you moaned louder. Watching his face morph with pleasure at your sounds, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

He carefully reached between the two of you, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten, feeling it start to verge on snapping. Your eyes rolled back a bit as it all began to be too much for you to even handle.

“ thats it baby, cum for me. Fuck, please cum. ”

he groaned out and placed his forehead to yours, feeling himself near his end as well. With a few final snaps into you, he was releasing everything he had into your awaiting cunt. And once you felt his load fill you, you threw your head back into the ground and cried out as you came not to far behind him. He kept his hips rocking, just to ride out your highs before slowly pulling out of you. He pushed himself up a bit and panted, looking at the absolute mess you were below him making him give a breathy chuckle.

“ we should probably hit the showers, babe. Were an absolute mess. ”

you slowly nodded your head, the after sex high still buzzing in your brain. You let him do what he needed, meaning letting him carry your naked form into the locker rooms to wash the both of you off. It was absolute silence as you stood under the water, somehow more awkward than the times before. Was it because of what he was going to say?

after washing off, you held the towel you were offered tight to your body. Finally registering that your clothes were out on the field still, ruined by the rain and the mud. But it was like Wally read your mind, carefully pulling out some extra clothes he had stuff away in his locker. You tugged on the sweat pants and the hoodie he offered you, humming softly at the warmth of them. He tugged on his own pair of sweats and a tank top, slowly turning to you as he shrugged on his letterman.

“ look…i..fuck. Okay so..i really like you. And i know saying that doesn’t really make up for how i treated you, but it just happened. I realized it when we fucked in the supply closet. And i understand if you don’t feel the same, i just really wanted to tell you. ”

you threw your hand up and covered his mouth to keep him from sputtering on anymore than he was, watching his cheeks and ears go red from embarrassment. You gave a soft giggle as you stared up at him, tilting your head a bit.

“ i like you too dumbass. As much as i hate that i fell for you, i did. ”

he visibly relaxed and moved your hand, tugging you closer as he carefully kissed you. This time keeping it gentle, full of passion. You could really get used to this sweet side Wally had hid away.

“Oh, Spencer took that one...”

so i read @reidbyers’s ask post about librarians and spencer and while reading it, this sentence caught my attention: “sometimes he takes so many books out that a lot of the time people come in looking for a certain book and they have to be like sorry…spencer took that one and 21 more.” and it gave me an idea/insp for a small little one shot, so thanks @wheresthewater and @reidbyers for unknowingly giving me this idea! also i’m so sorry if this feels rushed! 

While studying to get your doctorate in Psychology, you were fortunate enough to have every book you need for all of your classes at your fingertips, whether having your parents supply them for you or finding links to it online. While writing a paper, you noticed the assignment had some references from your very early Intro to Psych book. You realized quickly that you were going to need to go to the library; you had since given that book to a nice underclassman. 

You didn’t mind, but occasionally, a book you wanted to check out would be gone and they always said the same thing.

“Sorry honey, it looks like Spencer has that book out at the moment.”

“Well it looks like Dr. Reid has that book.”

“Yup. Spencer again.”

It seemed like every time you needed a book from the library, Dr. Spencer Reid would check it out before you. The three main, kind elderly librarians found it amusing every time you mentioned a book he had checked out. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were conspiring against you.

Sighing, you grabbed your shoulder bag and keys and made your way out of your brick brownstone apartment building. “If this Spencer has my book this time, I might just scream…” You muttered to yourself as you walked down the street. Luckily the library was only a few blocks from your place. You could smell the air and could tell it was going to rain. You picked up your pace.

Walking in the large building, you smelled the books and smiled. 

“Well hi, baby, what’re you looking for?” Came from Franny, your favorite librarian, knowing your routine by now.

“Hi Franny,” you grinned at her. “Do you have this book?” You handed her a crumbled piece of paper with the title of the book on it.

“Hmm,” Franny entered the title in her desktop and smiled knowingly. “I’m sorry hone–”

“Let me guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Spencer has it,” you both said in unison. One cheerfully, and one tired. You guess who’s who.

“God, I’d love to give this Spencer a piece of my mind,” you shook your head. “He consistently checks out every book I want and I actually need this one!” You exclaimed. 

“What for?” Franny asked. 

“It’s my final. Our professor decided against a test final and just gave us a paper final. It counts for over half our grade and I know if I use the material in this book, I know I’ll ace that final…you see, I’m gonna make a callback reference to our intro to psycho book that’s gonna tie up my entire paper in a cute little bow.” You rambled, a bad habit you’ve gained whenever you become desperate for something. “I’m sorry,” you said. “You probably didn’t need to hear this, Franny.” You shook your head. “I’ll just check back tomorrow,” you turned and left quickly.

If you looked back, you’d seen Franny pursing her lips, pick up the phone, and dial a number. “Hi Spencer. It’s Franny. I’m sorry to bother you but I have a need for a book you checked out.”

You chewed on your lip as you walked into the library for the third day in a row. You weren’t expecting the book to be there today or any other day, but you had to at least check. Especially since your paper was due in three days. You inhaled as the familiar smell reached you again, a smile on your face, placating you for the time being. Today at the desk, was Esther, a particularly nosy woman.

“Hi Esther, any luck today?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Actually, maybe!” She answered you. “Spencer is coming by today to drop off some books and pick some up, so maybe your book will be in the bunch!” She offered. 

You raised your eyebrow. “With my luck, probably not. But I finally get to meet this allusive Spencer.” You took a seat at the bench next to the main desk where the librarians worked and pulled out your laptop. It was a normal seat for you whenever you wanted to spend time at the library.

“Do you want some lemon bars, sweetie?” Esther, the known cook of the three main librarians, placed two lemon bars next to you. 

“Thank you, Esther,” you grinned thankfully at her. 

Deep into your studies, you didn’t noticed that an hour had gone past or that the other two librarians, Franny and Dorothy snuck in.

“Is he comin’?” Dorothy, with her deep southern accent, asked. 

“Yes, Dorothy. He told me he’d be here at 4:15 and that boy never lies to me,” Esther replied, rolling her eyes.

“You sure this is gonna work?” Franny asked, pushing her gray curls aside. “What if they don’t like each other?”

“Fran, those two couldn’t be a better match. My Henry (God rest his soul) told me I had a knack for seeing lovers,” Esther nodded. 

“That’s cuz you were always putting your nose in places it shouldn’t be –” Franny began to rebut but was interrupted by Dorothy. 

“Shhh, he’s coming!”

Sure enough, walking to the desk was Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU. Trademark cardigan, scarf, and shoulder bag on. “Hi ladies, is something special going on? It’s rare to see you all here at the same time. Although I get the library’s newsletter sent to me every month and I didn’t see any events happening today to warrant you all here at the same time today.” He began to ramble. 

“Oh Spencer, don’t you worry about us,” Franny waved him off.

At the mention of the familiar name, your head popped up.

“I see you’re returning some books. May I check them in for you? Y/N here has been needing one you might have for quite some time now,” Dorothy grabbed the books from Spencer’s hand and slid them over to Esther. “Now leave us old ladies be to check these back in.” She shooed him away.

“So you’re the famous Spencer Reid,” you said as you saw him approach the bench next to you. “I’m not sure if its a pleasure to meet you or not,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?” Spencer was taken aback. He saw you and blinked. You were beautiful. His mouth went dry, his heart stuttered, he felt a wave of adrenaline rush through him. 

You couldn’t help yourself. No matter how good looking he turned out to be, you thought to yourself. The rage built. “Every time I want to check out a book from here, you always have it, every single time! And sometimes you keep the books for months on end!” You huffed.

“Statistically, that’s impossible. There’s no possible way that every single time you need a book, I somehow have it,” Spencer challenged. Your voice sounded beautiful to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. At least when it wasn’t filled with anger.

“Ladies?” You asked the librarians, without turning your back from Spencer.

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”

“Every single time.” Came their replies.

“…” Spencer had no reply to the three snarky librarians.

“Hmm,” you smirked at Spencer.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said sincerely. “I didn’t know. If I did, I would’ve eagerly give you the books you needed.” I’d give you anything you want or need, his thoughts said, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” Your heart stuttered. He’s so sweet. And handsome. And obviously he reads since he consistently checks books out from here. And you weren’t expecting this response from him. You were fully expecting him to be this alpha male with a bunch of bravado. “W-well, thank you.”

“What book did you need so urgently that Franny called me?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask, the profiler in him begging to do so. The man in him, curious to hear more from her.

You told him the title. “I need it for my final paper. I-I’m getting my doctorate in psychology and I need it for one of my classes.” 

“Spencer has three PhDs,” Esther added, boasting. 

“Esther, hush,” Franny smacked her shoulder. “Let the kids do it by themselves,” she whispered to her.

“Three?” You were impressed. “Wow. You’d have to be kind of a genius to have three PhDs.” You said non nonchalantly. 

“Well, certifiably, I am a genius. I have an IQ of 185 and can read 20,000 words per minute and have an eidetic memory, but I don’t necessarily like to call myself a genius,” Spencer bashfully said. 

“Whoa…” You breathed. “But you’re totally one. A wonderful, brilliant genius,” the statement accidentally slipped out of your mouth and you blushed.

Spencer laughed, blushing as well. “Thank you.” 

You and Spencer engaged in small talk during the time the librarians were checking in more books. In the back of your mind, you were wondering why they were taking so long. They never take this long. But in your Spencer filled haze, you didn’t care. You smiled at each other, both of you taking in the beauty of each other’s smiles. You quickly moved your stuff aside for him to take a seat next to you on the bench. He quickly glanced at your laptop and instantly read part of your paper. The topic quickly jumped to psychology which jumped into talking about people’s minds, which, thanks to Spencer, jumped to odd facts. You were amazing by this man and all he had to offer. He had given you some extra facts to put into your paper.

Meanwhile, the librarians were smiling at the two of you, silently cheering you both on. The women had never seen Spencer smile as large as he did with you and you had never opened up so quickly to another person. It took even Esther a few months before you even gave her a smile. 

From then on, you and Spencer had a standing date at the library. In your bench. Occasionally Spencer would check out a book you’d randomly mentioned before just to rile you up. He was never able to live down the encounter that caused you to meet. While studying one night, Spencer rushed into the library and planted a kiss on your lips, changing your relationship with that. While he made the first move in your relationship, you made the first move in the bedroom. He was scared of his inexperience and you talked him through it. He proved to be a quick learner and with him reading smut novels for experiences and ideas in the bed, you were never ever unsatisfied.  

You both adopted a dog, which you named Esther because of the dog’s keen sense of smell. Esther found it hilarious and promptly kissed you both on the cheek. “About time you named something after me! I’d better get a baby named after me!” She cackled. 

The team noticed he was always happier and sometimes would walk in with his hair and ties ruffled. Luke could’ve sworn he saw a hickie on Spencer’s neck during a case. When he asked the boy genius about it, he immediately blushed at the memory.

“I want to try something,” you said shyly one night. 

“What?” Spencer smiled, holding you in his lap. He furrowed his brow at your shyness. You’d gotten over that long before. 

“I know you have sensory issues, but…I just want you to feel. Don’t think, but feel,” you told him as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I don–” He was cut off by you kissing his neck. He laughed, “Y/N, I have no problem with you kissing my — oh.” He felt a wet vacuum on his neck. He could feel your tongue working on his neck, the feeling new to him. It caused a stirring in his body. The same stirring he got when he was aroused. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“Spence, I wasn’t done!” You exclaimed. 

Spencer quickly removed your shirt. “And I’m just getting started,” he smiled.

Time passed quickly, yet slowly in your relationship. You were both so happy together. You didn’t know if you could be happier. He had come to your graduation, where you first met the team. They were suspicious and thought he relapsed so they followed him to you. The team loved you instantly. You quickly became a part of the family. JJ and Derek often called you and Spencer to baby sit. You kept your standing date at the library, even though you had no need of studying anymore. The three librarians always happy to see you both.

One day you went to the library to see all of them there. That never happened. Unless, like Spencer said the day you met, there was an event. And you knew there wasn’t. “What’re you ladies doing here?” You asked cheerfully.

“Oh no reason, darlin’,” Dorothy told you, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Actually, they all looked like that. 

To your surprise, Spencer proposed to you. In that library. On that bench. The squeals from the ladies were deafening. You swore they cheered even louder than Spencer’s team at your wedding. They each made long toasts, the guests confused at first. Esther’s was full of details you both hadn’t known she knew. “Nosy old bat,” Franny had said. Esther had the entire room cackle with laughter. Dorothy’s speech was filled with many, many southern phrasings and accounts of key moments of your relationship which she was witness to. She was always the one you came to during struggles in your relationship. And Franny’s was filled with wisdom, love, and hope. She was the one who orchestrated your first meeting.

No one was surprised, however, when you became pregnant immediately after your wedding; the both of you eager to start a family. Everyone was surprised when your water broke in that fateful library. On your bench. While Spencer panicked and called, in order, the team, then the ambulance. Luckily the three ladies had all enrolled in midwifery quickly after your first meeting and helped you deliver your first child, Diana Dorothy, in that library. On your bench. 

You were happy to inform Esther, a year after giving birth to your first son, that his first word was ‘Esther’. “This is better than having a baby named after me!” She hooted.

Unfortunately, with the times, the three ladies eventually passed. Esther first, Dorothy quickly after, then Franny held on long enough to see the birth of your third child, a girl you’d decided to call Francis Esther. In each of the ladies’ will, there was one statement that remained the same. “Give the library bench to Drs. Spencer and Y/N Reid. It has always been theirs.” 

That bench sat in the library of your home with Spencer, underneath a beautiful window where you’d told your children stories of the three ladies who were responsible for everything they knew. 

Mine - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: I love what you write sooooo much! Could you do one with Jasper and possessive sex? Also I think you are my favorite writer on Tumbler! Stay amazing!

Thank you my love, enjoy. xxx

The way his eyes were following her around the room, taking in her every move, wandering down the sides of her dress, made her knees weak. She looked beautiful, the way her dress was perfectly taking on the shape of her body, her eyeshadow made her (y/e/c) eyes pop, lips tinted in a darker red color. 

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

~Part 2~

Part one below ⬇️

https://vampire-teeth7.tumblr.com/post/692004011191271424/bring-me-a-dream-morpheus-x-reader

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Morpheus x AFAB! GN reader (no gendered terms but reader does have a vagina)

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY FILTHY SMUT (choking, master kink, TOP!Morpheus, spitting kink, praise+degradation kink)

Sorry if it’s a tad OOC, but I tried to keep it as close to Dream as possible🤞

MINORS DNI

Neil Gaiman DNR, I know you’re lurking on certain sites but trust me, you don’t want to read this, buddy.

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The kiss we shared could have spanned decades or seconds. Time melted away when he held me in his arms. I no longer yearned for the materials of this world- I only craved him. He pulled his lips from mine and averted his gaze to the floor.

“I should not have done that”. He stated.

Dream’s tone wasn’t laced with regret or malice; he let those words fall freely from his lips like a fact.

“I’m glad you did.” I attempted to reassure him, still hungry for more.

“No, it’s not that I didn’t want to. It’s that you’re a mortal and I’m a god. I mustn’t use you for my own petty entertainment.” His monotone voice groaned.

He stepped away from the foot of the bed, his back facing me. I arose softly, not letting on that his words stung like a branding iron. I outstretched my hand to calmly touch his shoulder.

“You must go.” His words rang like hell’s infernal bells.

“But I don’t want to. Please. I let you out. Don’t make me go.” I pleaded, as crystalline tears began to form and race down my cheeks.

“And why should I care? You, a human, don't deserve favors from me after performing one deed that so many failed to do.” The tall man’s voice was infused with bitterness.

He turned to face me, his eyes shining like glaciers in a lonely ocean.

“Well I’m not going anywhere.” I removed my hand from his shoulder. He furrowed his brow. “I choose to stay. Because even though you are the king of Dreams, I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“You are too bold of a mortal.” He rasped, roughly grabbing my shoulders and pushing me towards the wall.

My back felt the impact immediately. I grunted in displeasure. Our faces were mere inches away, as Morpheus donned a cold grin.

“Do you know what I did to my last lover? I banished her to Hell because she defied me.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, Dream of the Endless?” I sneered.

He let out a hot breath. “It should.”

He closed the gap between our fervent mouths, bestowing upon me a starving kiss, one much more unrelenting than the last. I attempted to rake my hands through his ebony hair, but my venture was stymied by his cold fists, pinning my arms to the wall. I could feel a pool forming in my underwear as I became exceedingly more aroused with every passing second. I moaned into his mouth unexpectedly. He immediately broke the kiss.

“You pathetic little mortal.” He rasped through a malicious grin. “Come on then. On the bed.”

I swiftly flew to the mattress- as I was eager to please the Lord of Dreams. His eyes scanned my trembling form. I felt as if he could see underneath my clothing, and was scrutinizing every curve of my body.

“Y/N, such a naughty thing.” He groaned.

Morpheus slunk astride me on the bed, his knee nestled in between my legs. We continued the deep kisses until he grew tired of them. He grasped at the hem of my shirt, maneuvering it over my chest. He ran his slender fingers over my nipple, eliciting a tremble to rampage through my body. Dream chuckled.

“It takes so little to arouse you.” He smiled.

“Don’t- don’t act like you aren’t aroused too.” I moaned through fervent breath.

“Oh you have no idea.” The pale man attached his mouth to my nipple, expertly maneuvering his tongue in a circular motion. Sinful sounds escaped my lips as he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He grinned against the supple flesh of my chest. Without thinking, I bucked my hips against his knee.

This was the wrong move.

He instantly ceased pleasuring me, and gazed into my eyes with a blazing, animalistic, intensity that only heightened my arousal. He placed his hands on the bed on either side of my head, effectively trapping me.

“You dare attempt to get off without my permission?” He rasped.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry… Morpheus?” Being as inexperienced as I was, I frantically searched for names that he would be pleased with in bed. I recalled the balmy meadow in which he claimed that I could call him whatever I wanted- so I decided on Morpheus.

This was evidently the wrong title.

The Sandman wrapped his lithe fingers around my throat.

“You shall refer to me as Master. Now let’s try that again, shall we?” He released his iron grasp.

I gasped for air as tears leaked from my eyes.

“Ye-yes, Master.” I choked out.

“Good. Your safe word is Morning.” Dream of the Endless caressed the inky bruises forming on my throat with a pale digit.

“Now, strip for me.” He commanded.

I hastily slid off my pants and tossed them to the floor with a whump.

I hooked a finger onto the waistband of my underwear, making sure to tease the Dream Lord a tad. Eventually I tore them off, baring my entire body to him. He looked over me, his face emotionless. I wondered if he thought me to be average, beautiful, or underwhelming. I was so eager to please that I would transform my soul to his liking if it meant that I would get to soothe my pleasure-clouded mind. Morpheus, still fully clothed, slunk off of the bed, dragging me with him by the arm. However his commands were gentle, although stern.

“Return me to the form you first saw me in.” He threw his head back and guided me to a kneeling position with his hand slinking down my back.

I was confused, so I peeped “whatever do you mean, Master?”

“Take off my clothes.” He stated plainly.

I nodded. I began by unzipping his skin-tight trousers. I ran my hands down his thighs as I teased my way to his grey boxers. He tilted my chin up with his forefinger.

“Get on with it then.” He scolded, eliciting a string of apologies from me.

I dropped his undergarment to reveal his fully erect penis, glistening with pre-cum. I smirked, not giving into the thoughts of sucking him off quite yet. I snaked up his body so that I was standing level with him. I noted that his breath became heavier.

So the King of Dreams did indeed get aroused.

I began to gently unbutton his shirt, making sure to linger on his defined pectoral muscles. When I finished that task, I dragged my fingernails down his chiseled arms as I slid his long black sleeves off. The man stood before me, his build was slight yet muscular. He was drawn and forlorn yet gorgeous and warm. His body was the color of a young moon, and he was completely devoid of any body hair. He was a masterpiece, a being who Michelangelo himself would lack the talent to carve into marble. Morpheus approached me and grabbed my waist with both of his skillful hands.

“Let the universe bend to our command tonight. Let the seas boil and the earth shake. You are mine, love.” He practically breathed into my waiting ear.

I was putty in his hands, content to fulfill his every need. He swung me onto the bed with superhuman strength, his hands still planted on my waist. He planted a chaste kiss to my collarbone and worked his way down the valleys and peaks of my form until he reached my dripping core. His eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“Beg.” He breathed, the vibration from his voice alone was enough to stimulate me.

“Please, please Master, I yearn for you. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and will ever want. I need to feel you please.” I moaned fervently.

“Good little slut.” He sighed.

Dream did not seem the type to use such language, but I wasn’t going to be the one to complain.

As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit I was done for. I moaned sinfully; loudly enough so that the guests in the hotel room next to us definitely heard.

I raked my hands through his raven hair. It was soft yet rigid. I began to buck my hips as pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning. The Sandman smirked against my heat, uttering, “my good little whore” among other degrading praises. My pussy tightened as I felt an incoming orgasm. Dream disconnected his lips from my clit, not before bestowing a chaste kiss upon the sensitive area. He looked vulnerable- sweat coursed down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He maneuvered his way so that his body snuck through my legs, and our chests were brushing one another. He took me yet again in a famished kiss, I tasted myself on his tongue. He pulled away, mischief glistening in his gorgeous eyes.

“Open your mouth, pet.” He commanded.

I did so, and Morpheus spat into my craving jaws. He then inserted two of his pale fingers past my lips. I sucked on them as if they were vessels of ambrosia. I circled my tongue around them as they went deeper, almost scraping the back of my throat. He removed them with a pop.

“Are you ready, darling?” He inquired as he lined his weeping cock up with my entrance.

“Yes master.”

He entered me suddenly, I scarcely had time to adjust to his size. Dream’s lips fell agape sinfully and he groaned pleasurably.

“Fuck.” I breathed as I threw an arm around his neck. The Dream Lord began pumping rhythmically, expertly hitting my clit with precision with every thrust of his hips.

“Look at you, so pretty for me. Pathetic fucking whore.” The man growled as he wrapped a hand tightly around my neck. My air supply was severely diminished, yet not completely cut off-for that, I was thankful. I was under The Sandman’s complete control, and I adored every second of it. I even let the safe word slip my mind, as I was ready to receive whatever hand was dealt to me. I dragged my curious fingers over his slim, defined chest, tweaking one of his nipples in the process, eliciting a filthy moan from the man himself.

“You- feel- so-fuh-fa-fucking good!” I choked from my prohibited windpipe.

“I’m Dream the Endless, of course I feel fucking good.” He tightened his grip, stealing any breath that I had left. I brought my hand up to grab the wrist of his mitt occupied with my throat, and turned on my pleading eyes. He immediately retracted his fist as I convulsed into a coughing fit.

“Oh! Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” The icy demeanor that he had been harboring immediately melted away, revealing a frantic and caring face. He ceased his thrusts and drew me close to his chest.

“N-no. I’m alright. Thank you… Master.” I teased.

“Fuck- I’ll be gentler with you.” Morpheus threw his head back as I uttered “Master”.

“No. Please don’t be.” I placed a hand on his chest and gazed into his eyes honestly.

He smirked as he resumed his pounding. An orgasm was approaching like a band of wild horses. I felt a tremble in my legs, Morpheus took notice too, and dropped his hand to reach between my legs and rub circles on my clit.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum!” I cried, my nails marking his back.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor to cum in my presence.” Dream pulled his hand away from my needy bundle of nerves to caress my jaw.

“Please, please Master! I know I’ve been such a bad little slut but I really need to cum! Please let me! I love you, Morpheus.” My last words came as a surprise to both me and him. I figured I was done for- I thought he would abandon me right there for uttering such words. But he only latched onto my neck, depositing soft kisses on the flesh. With only a few more thrusts, my orgasm arrived with enough force to knock a train off its tracks. Galaxies of pleasure invaded my senses as my visage convulsed wildly. Dream pulled out just in time for his own ejaculation, and with just a few pumps of his fist, hot ropes of cum flew out of his beautiful cock, onto my bare chest.

A slightly ashamed look overtook his face for a millisecond.

“Apologies. May I… assist you in cleaning up?” He inquired.

“Yes, please. Thank you, Master.” I breathily cooed.

He lowered himself onto me for the second time, only this instance, he dragged his tongue across my glistening tits, effectively licking his own cum from my body.

“You don’t have to call me Master anymore. Just like I said in your dream. Call me whatever you like.” His tone was the softest I had ever heard it.

“Thank you, Morpheus.” I tucked a stray strand of his hair behind his ear as he continued to clean me.

“Allow me to take care of you, darling.” He stated tenderly as he finished his job and enveloped me in his arms. Despite his body temperature being cool, I felt considerably warm in his presence, and utterly protected. I snuggled into his embrace and allowed my fatigued eyelids to slide shut.

“I love you too by the way.” He whispered.

I fell asleep with a soft smile painting my lips.

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