IM GOING CRAZY OVER THEM

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um i am a slut😊

spencer reid x reader x derek morgan

cw 18+ oral (m receiving), daddy kink

“you look so pretty sucking daddy’s cock baby..” you purred, looking down at where spencer was sat on his knees, derek’s cock deep inside of his mouth.

“he does, doesn’t he?” derek spoke, his voice low and seductive, a groan falling from his lips as spencer whined around his cock at both of your praises.

spencer slowly started bobbing his head on morgans cock, his tongue running along the sensitive underside of dereks cock, causing derek to throw his head back an moan as spencer’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

you smiled as you watched the scene in front of you, before turning your head towards derek’s to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. you drank in his moans, eyes opening slightly to see spencer staring up at you, his pupils blown with lust.

you broke apart from derek, both of you looking down towards spencer, his eyes watering as he gagged slightly or derek’s length.

you laughed lightly as you looked lower, spencer’s cock standing up against his stomach, the now red tip leaking against him.

“look how much he enjoys choking on your cock.. such a slut.” you laughed sadistically.

“wanna choke some more baby?” derek asked. spencer nodded his head the best he could and whined lightly around derek’s cock, the vibration causing him to gasp and buck lightly into spencer’s warm mouth.

you watched as derek brought his hand down to tangle in spencer’s soft curls, and smiled as he pushed spencer’s head further down on his cock, before pulling him back up, so his mouth only wrapped around the tip.

spencer moaned louder, tears dripping down his cheeks as derek used him for his own pleasure, his own cock twitching and leaking more pre come against his stomach.

derek came with a shout, slamming spencer down on his cock so that he swallowed all of his hot release.

Womanizer Masterlist

After relocating to Barcelona with your daughter for a fresh start, you meet Alexia Putellas—a famous footballer and known womanizer—at the flower shop where you work. From that moment, Alexia sets a personal goal to get you into her bed.

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NEEDY THING

lily exans x reader x James potter

warning! innocence kink, sub!reader, dom!james, dom!lily, dacryphillia, fingering, clit play, nipple play, finger sucking, cockwarming, penetrative sex, rough sex, subspace.

I was slotted between Lily’s legs on her bed as the redheads fingers worked at my clit, whines and cries leaving my mouth. She found me crying and bought me back to her dorm to calm me down and then pulled a confession of my hysterics from me.

I had been aching for days on end and had zero clue how to stop it, I was always wet and kept waking up after having certain dreams, my sleep shorts soaked as well as my sheets.

“There you go, baby. See? How nice does that feel?” I grabbed at her arm as I threw my head back and ground my hips up into her hand. “So good, miss.”

She giggled, eyes not even glancing up as e door open, nor did mine.

James Potter, Lily’s boyfriend, walked into the room and smirked, hanging his coat up. “What’s going on here then? Who’s this pretty thing?” He asked as I sobbed and cried.

“She’s just the neediest thing on earth, were so lucky I found her. Doesn’t even understand anything when she’s all subby like this. Doesn’t have to be subby to not understand, just a dumb baby.” Lily teased, slipping her two middle fingers into me as I let out a strangled cry and let her put her other two fingers in my mouth.

“Found her outside, crying her heart out. Just felt so bad, I had to take this pretty girl in. Just look at her pretty little cunt.” Lily said, ignoring my cries as she pulled my legs open more and exposed my dripping pussy. I sucked on her fingers, sobbing whilst my tongue suckled and flicked. “After I’m done playing you can fuck her.” Lily said, brushing my hair back. My cunt fluttered at the filthy words and I screwed my eyes shut as a knot swirled in my tummy, whines growing louder.

“Please, please, please!” I basically screamed around her fingers, legs shaking as lily pumped and curled her fingers faster, her thumb circling my clit whilst James kissed my shoulder. I finally came undone, letting out choked sobs as my ears rung and my vision went black, body thrashing. Lily giggled, holding my hips down as a wet release stained her sheets, finding her own wetness slicking her cunt.

When I finally came down, I rested my head on her chest with her saliva covered fingers and release covered fingers on my thighs, breathing heavily with my chest heaving up and down. The redhead sucked my releasenoff of her fingers before putting her arms under mine to hold me in place, giggling as I whined and tugged agaisnt her grip. “Stay still so jamie can fill you up, mm?” She mused, kissing my head.

“Yes, miss.” I whimpered, watching as James began to unbuckle his belt, looking intensely at me as I bit down on my lip so hard that a pearl of blood formed on my lip. Lily tilted my head up and smudged the blood down my chin before kissing me, her tongue prying my mouth open. My eyes shut as I responded and used my tongue to delve into her mouth, beginning a sloppy make out session between us. Heat built in the bottom of my tummy, soft whines leaving my lips as she laced one arm out of mine and grabbed the back of my hair, kissing me rougher.

James pulled my legs back open, “baby, needa be ready so you don’t get shocked, yeah?” He hummed, lily and I pulling away from the kiss with a lewd slap of our lips. “Yes, sir.” I purred, laying my head back on Lily’s chest. James pumped himself whilst lining up on my entrance, slowly easing into me. I let out a string of whines and whimpers, trying to get away from his throbbing cock. My walls stretched painfully as he bottomed out and I dropped my head back, letting out a wail as he began to thrust.

“Sir!”

He let out a chuckle, “god, you sound so needy. Doesn’t she, lils?” He looked at his girlfriend and she nodded in agreement, hooking her arms under mine again. “Really does, darling. Come on, fuck her harder than that, she can take it, can’t you baby?”

I sniffles and nodded. “I can take it harder, miss.”

That was all James needed to start fucking me even harder, hips clashing into mine as i cried out and pressed my heels to his back, knees on either side of his waist. “So good! So good—oh!”

My eyes screwed shut in pleasure as I bared against him, pushing against his cock. Ecstasy bloomed in m stomach at the feeling and I let out a somber sob, sounding so upset but I was so lost in pleasure.

“There’s my good girl.” Lily coed, brushing my hair out of my face as tears ran down my face, ruining my makeup. “No, she’s my good girl.” James argued, thrusting harder.

“I’m the one who found her,” Lily purred with a proud smirk, reaching down the front of my body and to my chest to grab at my perky little breasts, pinching at my nipples. The two drowned out my feeble cries as they argued and ended up getting James all riled up, so he fucked me even harder.

I screamed and cried, finding myself closer and closer to my brink. “Oh god—mm!” I squealed, hips jolting as his tip prodded my g-spot over and over.

“Go on baby, cum for us.”

I came again with a wail, gasping for air as I clenched tightly around james’ cock, making him come undone on top of me, groaning out profanities.

We all just laid there, sitting in each other’s comfort. But then lily chuckled.

“I just came,” she admitted, causing my eyes to widen as James looked up at her with confusion. “What, how?”

“Her pretty little arse was just rubbing against me because you fucked her so hard and I came at the same time as her.”

I chuckled softly and laid my head back on her chest, whining and protesting as James made a move to pull out. I used the heels of my feet to fully sheathe him back inside of me. “Stay.”

“If you say so,” he laughed, pulling the covers over all of us, soon we fell into a deep sleep, limbs tangled and body parts joined perfectly.

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CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - 'Resigned Position' Series Masterlist

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language, angst at some points but with happy ending I promise, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, coworkers, semi-public, mentions of violence and (past) toxic relationships. || More warnings and words per chapter.

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Resigned Position - Chapters List

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Part Five

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A/N> Originally planned as a one-shot, here I am starting a series. We're all sinners on our knees to dominant Milf Wanda, and I can't say I'm sorry. This story is basically porn with a lot of plot (because I have to live up to my demisexuality), but in general, don't expect any major points or moral lessons. It's all about Wanda in a suit telling us what to do. I've got a few chapters ready, but as of next week I'm covering a colleague's vacation, so don't expect any quick updates. But good reading!

Behind Closed Doors Pt. 2

Summary: Reader and Spencer get caught having sex in the storage closet, in possibly the most embarrassing way possible.

A/N: This is a requested Part 2 to my other fic by the same name, "Behind Closed Doors" . For the full experience, read them back to back!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, drinking/drinking games, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, semi-public sex, tipsy sex (if you squint), exhibitionism (kind of)

Word Count: 2.9k

The storage closet at the BAU had become somewhat of an unlikely sanctuary for Spencer and I. 

I didn’t realize how much I’d end liking it, especially since my boyfriend and I had always managed just fine with no PDA at work for long periods of time, but once I got a taste of it- I was fucking addicted. 

Maybe it was the thrill of knowing we could be caught at any moment, or the idea of someone hearing my moans through the thin door of the small space, begging Spencer for more and more until I was practically sobbing. 

Or maybe it was that Spencer seemed to lose all control when we were in the closet, any and all previous inhibitions and protests leaving him as soon as we closed the door, his hands immediately sneaking under my shirt, cupping my bra and removing it, touching me in any way fathomable.  His lips would make their way down my neck, teasing me until I was needy and desperate, and then he’d let loose, fucking me like we’d never get the chance to do this again. 

All in all, the closet was definitely a wonderful addition to the places we’d had sex in.

When Spencer and I had arrived at the bar for drinks after our most recent case, we weren’t really expecting too much from the night. It was meant to be celebratory, to commence a job well done from the entire team and while nights like this could get rowdy, Spencer and I had already planned to leave earlier into the night than usual to spend some time with just each other. (And to just have loads of sex, truthfully). 

Spencer had his hand in mine as we entered, spotting our team in the back in a little booth, already seeming to have gotten started on their drinks for that night. They smiled and waved us over and we approached them. Spencer let me slide in first, while he scooted in next to me, our thighs touching due to the small and intimate setting of the booth. It didn’t bother him, and he let his hand let go of mine before placing it on my thigh. It was comforting, as if a way to subtly tether us to each other even while we were in front of the team. 

We all exchanged hellos and pleasantries before Derek pushed two shots towards us. 

“Drink up.” He said, with a smirk. “For being late.” He added. 

I rolled my eyes playfully, before grabbing the drink and tipping my head back and taking it. The familiar burn of tequila hit the back of my throat, and I made a face. 

“Eugh. Tequila? Seriously, Derek?” I said, scrunching up my face and placing the shot glass down, watching as Spencer mimicked my actions, having a similar reaction, albeit less pronounced than mine. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” Derek said, winking. “Live a little. Plus, we all did them before you were here, so it’s only fair.” 

I laughed a little, already feeling a little tipsy and nodded. “Fine. Fine.” I said. “I’m not leaving here without at least one Cosmo in me though.” 

After a trip to the bar and a few drinks, conversation became lively, and jokes were exchanged freely. Everyone had loosened up quite a considerable amount, including Hotch, who was known for a much more stoic appearance at these things. 

It was JJ who eventually suggested we all take part in a drinking game, a habit from her teenage years emerging, when the options for entertainment in her small town were limited between drinking or visiting a local grocery store. If there was anyone skilled at turning a seemingly mundane situation into a lively one, it was her.

“Ooh!” Penelope said, clearly enticed by the idea. “What do you propose we do?” She said, clasping her hands excitedly together and laughing. 

“How about Never Have I Ever?” JJ suggests, smirking. I internally groaned. Never Have I Ever was fun, but when it turned sexual it was always a bit awkward for Spencer and I specifically. Whereas the married members of our team had the luxury of not having their partners there when risque questions were asked,  Spencer and I would awkwardly put down both our fingers at the same time, watching as our team put two and two together and realize we’d actually done that thing together. It was all in good fun and it didn’t bother me or him that much. We were a couple. Of course we had sex- but still. Having everyone at the table know that the man who was the cause for all my put-down fingers and empty shot glasses was actually right next to me always proved to make some interesting situations for the two of us. 

Still, we agreed good naturedly and smiled, as noises of approval spread among the table, everyone seemingly on board with the idea.

JJ looked happy, opting to ask the first question, since it was her suggestion in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” JJ says, excitedly. “Never have I ever.. slept with a coworker.” She flashed a mischievous smile, her eyes seemingly drifting towards our side of the table.

Spencer and I immediately groaned and the table erupted in laughter. 

“Sorry, sorry.” JJ said, putting her hands up in playful defense. “You know I had to. It’s practically tradition at this point when we play."

Spencer and I clinked our respective drinks with a small smile exchanged between the two of us, letting the bitter and burning liquid plague our throats. Penelope took a shot as well, since she had been with Kevin. We all argued for a bit that technically JJ’s relationship hinged on the fact that she’d met her husband working on a case. It was eventually decided that since Will never worked at the BAU specifically, JJ was void from putting a finger down. Even then, JJ wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to drink and took a shot anyway, and grinned. “Onto the next person.” She said, raising her shot glass to the person on her right. 

Derek beamed brightly, being the next person in succession to ask a question. “Alright, my turn.” Derek pauses. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” He says, confidently.

Emily smiled, sipping from her glass. “That’s me.” She said, tipping her head back and seemingly having no reaction. 

“Really Prentiss?” Derek said, smirking a bit. “How was he?” 

“Who said there was a ‘he’ at all?” Prentiss fired back, with a smirk and Derek nodded, raising his eyebrows and nodding. “Damn.” 

“Damn indeed.” Prentiss said, laughing a bit. “My turn. Erm. Never have I ever had sex in public.” 

Spencer and I glanced at each other, hesitated, before lifting up our drinks to our lips simultaneously. The entire team’s eyes widened, watching us. 

“Hold on- what?” Penelope said, leaning over. “No way! You two are so.. proper!” She exclaimed, in disbelief. “Where would you even..?” She says, trailing off, trying to figure out how she could reason this in her mind. 

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell.” I say with a smirk. Spencer let his hand snake around my waist, away from the eyes of our incredulous coworkers. 

Derek laughs a little. “Well, at least we can be sure you two aren't the closet couple.” Derek remarks, and the team laughs. "That isn't something you'd ever do."

“Closet couple?” Spencer says, and even if he’s trying to hide it, I could sense the edge in his voice. 

“You know!" Penelope said, excitedly. “Nobody knows who they are- but there’s this couple who keeps sneaking into the storage closet off the hallways to have sex.” 

Prentiss interrupts. “I’m telling you, it’s that guy and girl downstairs in Records.” She says, nodding with absolute certainty. “All alone in that basement all day? I’d want sex that makes me scream like that too.” 

I heard the words and could feel my cheeks immediately heat up. Jesus, they were talking about me. Spencer and I were fully aware of the fact that we could be caught, especially since we weren’t exactly the best at staying quiet, but hearing our team discuss us- our sex, right in front of us without even realizing it was a mortifying experience nonetheless. 

“I just wanna know what he’s doing to her in there.” JJ muses, and everyone nodded in agreement. “Like, are you having sex or absolutely murdering the girl in there?” 

Spencer blushed at that, and now both of us were avoiding eye contact with the team, but they seemed totally unfazed, considering they were continuing their conversation about the aforementioned couple. 

“I swear, somedays I want to stand outside that closet just to see who comes out, but they spend such an ungodly amount of time in there and there’s only so long you can listen to two people having sex before it gets weird.” Emily remarked, and JJ laughed. 

“We’d have to take shifts, trying to catch them in the act.” and everyone agreed, nodding. “He must last long if they can spend that much time there..” JJ noted, offhandedly. 

“As fun as it is to speculate on who’s having sex in a closet.” Hotch starts, “It’s getting late. I’m going to finish us off with an easy one.” Hotch says, looking at the team. 

“Never have I ever had sex in a storage closet.”  Hotch says, clearly expecting none of us to take the last few remaining shot glasses on the table. 

Spencer bit his lip, hesitantly reaching over the table to take two shots for himself and me, and we both downed it. As we set our glasses down, we were met with the shocked faces of our coworkers. Derek's mouth was slightly agape, and Penelope pointed between the two of us, trying to connect the dots.

“You know what?” I say, loudly, before any of them can say anything. “I think that’s our cue to leave.” I comment, starting to push Spencer out of the booth, and he immediately understands my urgency. He grabs my hand and nods. 

“Yeah, it’s getting late.” He says, hurriedly getting out of the booth. “We’ll see you all on Monday!” He let his strong grip nearly drag me out of the booth, and we had our backs to the team in a split second.

“Hold on! You can’t just-” Penelope called out, but we’d already made it halfway across the bar before our coworkers could question us about what had just happened. As we left the bar in a panicked rush and felt the cold wind nipping at us, we took one look at each other and burst into laughter. 

“Is it safe to assume they know?” Spencer said, through laughs. 

My own chuckles came out a little embarrassed. “Incredibly safe to assume, actually.” I said, smirking at him nonetheless. “Now we know that all our coworkers think you’re murdering me during sex.” I say, playfully nudging his shoulder. 

Spencer wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into a soft, yet passionate kiss. It takes me by surprise but I immediately melt into it, wrapping my arms around him. I can feel his lips moving against mine, and when he slips his tongue in, I can feel the taste of liquor transferring from his mouth to mine. He pulls back and grins, boyishly. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” Spencer said, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.

I bit my lip. He looked so fucking sexy right now, the adrenaline from the game and the drinks making his complexion look rosy and hot. His hair was messy from our kiss, and his lips slightly swollen. Despite what felt like embarrassment in the bar, I realized it didn’t corrode the fact that I desperately wanted the man.

“Spencer.” I say, tugging on his shirt. “I need you.” I breathe out. 

"I need you too, baby." He responds, rubbing small circles into my waist.

"No, I need you. Please." I say, hoping he caught onto what I was asking for, without me explicitly saying so.

He knits his brows, understanding, and he let his hands linger on my waist. “Okay, baby.” He says, hesitantly. “Let’s get back home-” 

My desire, only heightened by the alcohol I’d consumed, caused me to shake my head. “No.” I interrupted. “Please, I need you now.” I say, using a voice that would go straight to his cock, full of broken desperation and need for him, just for him. 

It worked. He took one look at my blown out pupils and my parted lips and looked around. “I don’t wanna go back to the bar since the team could see us.” He groans. 

“Then here.” I say, frantically. 

“(Y/N).” He says, rubbing my shoulders. “I love sex just as much as you do but the front of a bar is not-” 

“Not here.” I say rolling my eyes. “The back. That one alleyway?” I say, praying to every God that my boyfriend would just say yes. And thankfully, he did. His face broke out in a smug expression, realizing we could actually have sex now, nearly dragging me as much as I’d allow him. I could feel the exhilaration and lust permeating from both of us, and as soon as we got to the alleyway, he got to work, kissing up columns up and down my neck. He didn’t even bother to check if someone was out there, turning his entire focus to me, to us, and how badly he wanted this. 

With every kiss and bite at my neck, my whimpers grew louder, and he cruelly put a mouth over my mouth, muffling my sounds. 

“Stay quiet.” He growled, and I looked at him, my eyes begging him to just fuck me already. 

“I think enough people know how much of a needy slut you are already, mm?" He says, beginning to undo my jeans and flipping me around, so his broad chest was up against my back.  "Or are you that much of a whore that you want the people at the bar to know too?”

He let the hand encompassing my mouth drop, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Make one noise, and I stop.” I then realized that I could feel the head of his arousal rubbing against my folds, and my knees nearly went weak from the sensation. I hadn’t even realized we’d moved this fast, and suddenly, he entered me with a rough thrust, nearly pushing me into the wall. 

It took everything in me not to let out a yelp of surprise, and the bite I had on my tongue in this moment was sure to draw blood, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was every rough thrust that Spencer fucked into me, holding my hips with a bruising force, jutting into me like a man possessed. 

“You like that, mm?” Spencer whispered, leaning over to let his ears brush over the shell of my ear. “You like the idea of being caught? Of everyone knowing how fucking well I treat you?” 

I nod, wildly. “Yes.” I whisper. “Spencer, please-” 

But my words are cut off by another pass of his cock in me, leaving my jaw dropped but no sound coming out. 

“Come on, baby.” He grunts, cruelly. “Gave you one rule, didn’t I?” He says. He notices how weak my knees have gotten in the midst of our rendezvous, and he quickly grips onto my hair, pulling me up against him. “Can’t be a good girl for me?” He teases, a ruthless lilt in his tone. 

I whimper, nodding. “I can. I can” I mumble incoherently. I start to fuck back on him, matching the movement of his hips into mine, feeling myself rapidly approach my orgasm. “Please. I need- I need-” and without thinking of the consequences, I come, feeling the tension leave my body in pleasure inducing waves that cause my entire body to convulse. This only spurs him on to go faster, feeling the clench of my cunt around his cock. 

“Fuck- you feel so good. So fucking good around me.” He praises, and in an instant, his head is thrown back and I can feel him emptying himself inside me with a shudder, still gripping my hair with a desperate, primal need. He's panting, and breathless, and he pulls out as he finishes, tucking himself back into his pants quickly. He lovingly turned his attention to me, fixing me up as well. I whimpered softly as he took care of me, brushing my hair back and pressing small kisses to the back of my neck.

He turns me back to face him once he managed to get my underwear and jeans back up, and caressed my face, planting a tender kiss on my lips, then my forehead, and then bringing me close for a hug. I can feel the scent of sex, liquor and his cologne swarming my senses, and it only causes me to retreat into him deeper. I sense him breathing in my scent, and it makes me smile, knowing we both derived the comfort we needed from each other in that moment.

Finally, he mumbles against the top of my head. 

“Let’s get a cab and go home. Let me run you a bath. You’re so good to me.” He murmurs, still holding me in his arms like I was the last precious thing on Earth. 

I giggled against him, nodding. “Yeah. Yes, please.” I say, still a bit breathless, retreating from his embrace. “I’m surprised I managed to convince you to do that.” I remark, smirking a little, despite myself. “I can’t imagine how many germs are in an alleyway.” 

My boyfriend, of course, cringes. “Don’t remind me.” He says, squeezing my hand. beginning to lead me to the main road to find a cab. He then looks at me, a little smugly. “But I’d say it was worth it, right?” 

“Absolutely.” I respond, squeezing his hand back, a smile gracing my face. He smiles back, and I feel my heart jump.

I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like I’d won the lottery when it came to him. 

ahh! only got it out 1 day late. so that's good. hi! hope you enjoyed. nearly 4 people requested a part 2, so i hope you guys liked my take on the team "catching" them. any likes, reblogs, comments are so appreciated. thank you for reading. i am eternally grateful. ty!!! cannot say it enough

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james potter x reader drabbles (+ = 18+ only)

if you want to scroll through all of my james potter x reader fics from newest to oldest. NOTE this link works on desktop, and on IOS, but doesn't work on android mobile. It used to, but I think it's a tumblr glitch.

james take care of you when you’re drunk at a party

james takes care of you, again, drunk at a party

james comes to rescue you after you call him (drunk)

james gets drunk and you look after him for a change

james tries to make a romantic gesture for you, his tired girlfriend

james enjoys some from domestic bliss

james is the sunshine to your rain

james is in love at first sight

james draws a picture and you finally get it

james comforts you after baking gone wrong

james leaves for a trip

james comes back from the trip

james puts his fingers in your mouth

james puts his fingers in your mouth (the prequel)

james and your baby make breakfast

james helps scare off a creep

james potter and the forbidden lakehouse romance

james supports you during chronic pain

james will always stick up for you

james is your flirty bodyguard

james is your angry but soft bodyguard

bodyguard!james comes to rescue you

james tends to a small cut

james loves to talk

james loves to touch you

james loves you for you no matter how shy

james kisses you out of love and not for something more

james thinks you look familiar

james would never cheat on you

james doesn’t like to see you sad or hungry for touch

james reacts to you flinching during an argument

james is hungry for your touch though he won’t say

james can’t clean an oven but he can kiss

james gets comfort after losing a match

james comforts you when you’re anxious

james hates your awful friends

james dotes on his introvert gf at a party

james helps you sleep

james comforts you about strawberry legs

drummer!james is nervous before a show

james doesn’t want you to cry alone

james does laundry and misses you after an argument

james cuddles you in the early morning

james gets breakfast in bed

james makes you cry for the first time +

james warms you up after a shower +

james finds you doing laundry in a state of undress +

james takes your trousers off +

james messes with you at the office +

james ravishes you after time apart +

james teases you for your tenacity +

james likes being called jamie +

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Mafia Sirius where you're needy so you come to see him while he's in a meeting and he lets you sit on his lap and play with his fingers, whispering sweet words into your ear as the meeting goes on?

Sorry I missed this!

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“But, Siri…- I miss you,” you whisper meekly, trying desperately to not meet the eye of all the other men seated around the table.

Sirius let out a small sigh, his self-control thrown out the window as soon as you looked down at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Promis you’ll be well behaved and quiet?”

“Promise!”

You let out an excited giggle as he pushed out his chair, guiding you into his lap. A smile decorated your face as you leaned against him, letting the meeting progress without listening to a single word. You took hold of his left hand, inspecting and fiddling with his larger hand. Sirius tried to hide the smile that broke out on his face; he enjoyed how gentle you were, small and sweet.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered in your ear, making a warm blush overtake your face.

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𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: hey guys! wrote this in a study period because i was not about to do work. tbh i feel it’s a little boring, but i hope you enjoy, still! <3 HUGE thank you to marcela for proof-reading and giving me tips on how i can improve. i love you so much.

summary: y/n substitutes for professor!draco's class of second years. when the students find out that y/n and draco are married, they ask her a series of questions about their relationship.

warnings/content: just insinuations of sex, kissing, and a cute relationship <3 professor!draco x substitute!reader

word count: 1.5k words

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Her shoulders squared as she mustered the most self-assuring smile she could. To anyone walking down the halls of Hogwarts, she must have looked like an idiot.

It was her first day as a substitute teacher. The job didn't seem so hard - take roll, give out busywork, the normal shebang she'd gotten when she was a student.

She pushed back the tall doors to see several smaller heads turn back, expecting the enthusiastic Slytherin that usually taught them. A few faces fell when they saw he wasn't there, but a woman different by comparison was heading to sit at his desk.

"Good morning, kids! As you can see, Professor Malfoy is not here today.” A chorus of groans passed through the room as Y/N continued her announcement, her legs shaking from the nerves. He's going to be gone for the majority of your period because he's got to go to the healer." She said, reminding herself to smile. "So, he's asked me to substitute for your class. From what I've heard, you're a pretty calm period, so this should go well." She said unsurely, mostly trying to convince herself rather than the kids.

A few heads nodded, but with a keen eye, the student who sat closest to Y/N squinted her eyes at the decorated ID badge hanging around Y/N's neck.

"Okay, class, I'm going to take attendance, and then I'll pass out the work for this class." Y/N raised her voice, attempting to hit the back of the vast and echoey room.

Before she could begin, a student's hand shot up in the air, making her reminiscent of a certain someone she was very fond of. She should be - it was her husband after all.

"Yes?" Y/N asked, her attention directed to the student.

"... Is your last name Malfoy?" The same fair girl asked with wide eyes, closing them briefly to squint at the badge again.

Y/N chuckled, knowing she'd be caught at some point. "Yes, Professor Malfoy is my husband." She smiled, glancing at the framed pictures Draco had put of her and him together around his desk.

She chuckled at the organization system of his paperclips, by color and size, as another hand shot up, different from the last.

"Yes?" She smiled, practically sensing what the next question would be.

She could practically see the cogs whirring in the boy's head as his eyebrows furrowed. "What's it like to be married to him?"

"Hm..." Y/N thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if he'd be alright with me telling you that information..." She trailed off, smiling slyly.

"Oh, please, Mrs. Malfoy!" One student pleaded quite dramatically.

"We won't tell him! We promise!" Another student spoke up. "Right, guys?" He asked looking around at the rest of the class, causing the rest of the class to nod furiously, interested in Y/N's answer.

Y/N hummed, looking at the starry ceiling Draco'd enchanted as she considered the question. "Well, he's very thoughtful. He shows he cares by doing things for me. Like, one time, I'd been upset about the lemon shortage in England, since it meant there wouldn't be any at the grocery store and I wouldn't be able to make or buy lemonade. So he planted four huge lemon trees in our backyard." Y/N blushed, feeling herself grow warm inside at just the thought of him.

The class "aww'd" and gasped, probably not expecting that type of behavior from their strict Astronomy teacher. Y/N giggled as another student raised his hand.

"Yes, love?" She answered, gesturing for him to speak his mind.

His hand shot down when everyone had their eyes on him as he spoke with enthusiasm, as the resident class clown should. "Does he ever... kiss you?"

Multiple students gasped in shock, some with their hands over their mouths as if they'd just heard a dirty secret.

Y/N laughed, messing with the kids. "No, we never kiss. That's disgusting."

An eruption of giggles and mischievous laughter passed through the room, and soon it sounded like a group of hyenas was being taught, instead of a group of second years.

Then, suddenly, a girl who wore pink ribbons in her hair with cotton-candy-themed school supplies, and frilly socks, spoke. "Do you guys ever have special hugs?" She asked innocently, causing her less-than-innocent peers to look at both her and Y/N with their jaws dropped.

"We do hug a lot... but what do you mean "special", sweetheart?" Y/N repeated, her tone asking for elaboration.

"It's how babies are made!" She smiled wide, causing Y/N's smile to drop, her face bright red.

It must've been what her parents had told her to avoid telling her how babies were really made, Y/N assumed.

"Um... no, we've never had a special hug, lovely." She lied, now feeling guilty she'd let the Q&Asession get so far when they should have been halfway through their assignment by this point. "If we did, we'd have an angel like you." She smiled, gathering the assignments together, readying herself for the wave of disappointment she was about to receive from the mass group.

"Alright, guys, we've actually got to start working on this assignment, and I still haven't taken role so I'm going to pass these papers out, so you can get started." She said, a hint of regret in her voice as she waved her wand towards the back of the room, making sure each person got a paper.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Y/N was bored out of her mind. Twirling a pencil around your fingers and writing your name in different fonts can only be so fun until it begins to bore you.

Then, right on cue, Draco pushed the double doors open, announcing his presence dramatically, as he usually did with the second years.

"You're saved! I'm here!" Draco said, making multiple students smile and laugh as their heads whipped around, excited to see their teacher again.

They liked Y/N, and even more now that they knew she was their teacher's wife, but Draco was almost like a father to them. He was many of the kids' safe spots while they were away from their parents at Hogwarts, answering any questions that came his way, and being full of great advice. In addition to that, he was the Head of Slytherin, making sure his connection to his students was as special as it could be.

"How was she, guys? Be honest." Draco asked the kids, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Better than you!" One kid with a red tie around his neck answered playfully, which Draco feigned hurt at as he shook his head, making his way to the desk Y/N sat at.

"Hi, baby," He whispered against her temple. "how were the kids?"

"Well, they know who I am." She giggled when Draco feathered his fingers over a spot she was ticklish in.

"Wait, who are you, again?" He asked, feigning confusion, but unable to stop the expression of amusement flickering across his features.

A flat look from Y/N had him breaking the character when she answered, "Your wife." She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yeah, right, right." He nodded, smiling at the chuckle slipping past Y/N's lips.

His eyebrow raised as he kissed her cheek, looking at the "project" she was working on. She'd somehow managed to make eleven paper hearts in the one hour he was gone and get no work done. Taking a closer look, he grinned, seeing what she'd written on them to spell out.

I love you.

"I was hoping to leave them on your desk as a surprise." Y/N frowned, looking up at her husband, hovering over her, who was sitting in his ultra-comfy desk chair. "I didn't know you'd get back so early." She whispered, so as not to disturb the students, not noticing they weren't paying any attention to their work, but the young and loving couple at the front of the classroom. “How was your appointment, my love? Everything okay?”

Draco was about to answer when the same innocent-looking girl who’d asked the last question earlier raised her hand, directing her question to Draco.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?" He answered, his arm around Y/N's shoulder, rubbing circles on her arm tenderly.

"My mum told me many couples have special hugs, even if they're not making a baby…” Rose trailed off, a bright smile on her lips. “So, do you guys have special hugs, still?"

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My Wife [Natasha]

Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

 Pairing :  Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

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“Here she is….AAAAHHHHH HERE’S MY WIFE.” You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

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