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atlabeth · 1 day

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take my breath away

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: you help spencer train for his fitness exam. he kind of just wants to kiss you.

a/n: some fluff (and something short) after i broke my own heart (and my brain) in my last hotch fic! i’m truly in my criminal minds era. enjoy

wc: 1.3k

warning(s): reader is a runner so im sorry to my unathletic friends. but this is all fluff

“Spence,” you said, unable to bite back your smile, “how are you this bad at running?”

“I’m—” he held up a finger as he caught his breath and shook his head. “I’m not bad at running. My form… is perfect.”

“We barely made it a mile in,” you said, and you chuckled as he keeled over, his hands on his knees. “It can’t be that perfect.”

“It is,” he insisted, on the edge of wheezing. “I’m just unathletic.”

“You never did sports as a kid?”

“I graduated high school at twelve,” Spencer breathed. “I was too busy studying. Reading. Doing anything other than sports.” He looked at you and shook his head. “And I’m not crazy like you.”

Your smile only grew. “You should put your hands over your head. It helps get more air in.”

“That’s actually a rumor.” He shook his head again. “When you raise your arms, muscles that contribute… to the bucket handle movement of your ribs—” He heaved a sigh, his brows furrowing, and again, you held back a smile. You were sure this was one of his only weaknesses. “—they’re not able to function properly.”

“Alright, genius,” you said, mockingly but with love. “Recover however you like. You clearly need it.”

Spencer pouted as he straightened up, his whole face contorted in discomfort. When your boyfriend asked you to help him train for his upcoming fitness test, you didn’t think much of it—you got a full ride through college because of track, and you keep healthy with morning runs, so you were happy to help.

You’d thought about straight up offering a myriad of times—mostly after bearing witness to his attempts at running in the field. One time, the two of you were paired up to do some interviews, and it ended in a chase. By the time Spencer caught up, nearly dying on the sidewalk, you already had the unsub subdued and cuffed.

(It took him a while to live that down with Morgan.)

Spencer was gifted at other things, sure—not just everyone is a classified genius with an eidetic memory, and he’s the youngest recruit in history—and you loved him more than anything. But you couldn’t not make fun of him, just a little bit.

His face was still red, his glasses fogging up a bit from the humidity, and his hair was a mess, so you moved closer in order to brush the stray strands out of his face.

“Running isn’t my thing,” he said. “Well— fitness isn’t my thing. I’ve got everything else covered.”

“Oh yeah?” You started smoothing back the strands of his hair, and you offered a crooked smile. “Then why are we out here trying to improve your mile time?”

“Because it would be nice if Gideon doesn’t have to get all my fitness stuff waived again, and if I want that, I need the help.” His eyes didn’t leave yours, and once you finished, your hands lingered on his cheeks. You nudged his glasses back up to their spot. “And I think I’d run a marathon and die trying if it meant I got to spend more time with you.”

Your eyebrows rose. “If you want to run a marathon, I could probably get you there. It would take a lot of time together, though.”

“Please, no,” Spencer breathed. “Just the time together part.”

You grinned, and you patted him on the cheek before you pulled away. “Running is good for the soul. Why do you think I’m so happy all the time?”

“Well, this morning you said you were happy because of me,” he said. “Yesterday, it was because we had our first case-free weekend in two months. The other day—”

“That coffee I had?” you interrupted.

He nodded. “How’d you know?”

“Because you made it for me,” you said, “and I love it when you do that.”

Spencer shrugged. “You do it all the time for me. It’s only fair.”

“But that’s proof,” you said. “Running does make you happy.”

“Running does release endorphins, but anyone who likes it is crazy,” he repeated.

“That doesn’t sound scientifically backed.”

“The way I feel right now beats science,” Spencer huffed. “And you’re not happy all the time. You frowned 23 times while writing up your last report.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You were watching me? And counting?”

He shrugged. “You’re nice to watch.”

“Very smooth, Dr. Reid,” you said cloyingly. “But flattery won’t get you out of this.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything!” he defended. You stared at him, and he held up his hands. “Okay— only halfway. But you are nice to watch. That’s why I’m still here.”

“If you’re watching me while we run, that might be why you’re doing so badly,” you said, amused.

“No—I think it’s the only thing keeping me going.”

“You don’t really look like you’re still going,” you said wryly. “You should be good at this. You’ve got long legs.”

Spencer shook his head as he screwed his eyes shut. He let out one last breathy sigh, and you hoped he’d finally recovered. “Also largely a rumor. It’s more about leg strength compared to bodyweight—long legs help with lengthy strides, but you need to generate enough torque to move faster than with shorter legs.”

You smiled. “You’ve still got facts? Even while you’re dying?”

“Mostly because Elle’s said it before too. She says I look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when I run.” Spencer shook his head again. “I think the only thing my height is good for is getting things off of shelves.”

For once, you tried to reign in your joking. “Is there anything I can do to help? I don’t want this whole thing to be miserable for you. Running should be fun.”

“We can stop doing this?” he suggested. “I can let go of what’s left of my pride, get all my fitness stuff waived again, and go back to figuring out cases in an air conditioned conference room?”

You smiled, and you moved closer. “How about this?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled him in for a kiss by the front of his shirt, effectively cutting him off. He hesitated for less than a split second, but his hands fell to your waist as he brought you in closer.

When you let go and moved away, he still had them there, and he was smiling like an idiot.

“Does that help?” you asked innocently, tilting your head.

“Yeah,” Spencer said, nodding rapidly. “Uh— yeah. I actually think I could go for another mile now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you ruffled his hair, messing up your earlier work. “I’d love to test that, pretty boy, but I don’t think you can make it another mile.”

Spencer shook his head. “If you keep kissing me like that, I think I can make it through that marathon you mentioned.”

“Sure I don’t take your breath away too badly?” you teased.

“I have some facts for that, but I don’t think they apply.” His lips curved up, and the redness from exertion mixed with his steadily rising blush. “Because you, uh— you did take my breath away the first time I saw you.”

“I should start calling you loverboy with material like that,” you mused. “Morgan’s annoyed that I took pretty boy from him.”

Spencer grimaced. “Just thinking of Morgan seeing me like this makes me want to get back at it. I can’t deal with any more of his teasing.”

“But my teasing’s okay?”

He frowned. “Of course. It— it’s kind of why I fell for you.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “That’s why you’re still at this. You don’t like things being handed to you.”

His cheeks darkened again, and you laughed as you leaned in to peck him on the lips one more time.

“Alright, loverboy,” you said. “Ready to get back at it?”

“No,” he said affirmatively. “But I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Not if you want to pass,” you said wryly, and you gestured back at the trail with your head. “But you know what they say—one step at a time.”

Spencer grumbled, and he shook his arms out again. “Fine. As long as those steps are with you.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

#i know this scene in the show does not happen in s2 but i alsoooo do not care lol. canon continuity is dead to me in my fics #s2 spence my beloved<3 #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #x reader #sadie writes

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euaphoric · 2 days

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HIGHWAY TO HELL ♱ 𓏲ּ [J.J.K.] preview

♱ starring… jeon jungkook x f!reader | rockstar!jk x tattoo artist!reader | 1980’s au | established relationship | ft. all other bts members as bandmates and yoongi is the manager !

♱ genre/warnings... pwp, a mixture of angst and fluff, smut, takes place in the grungy, rugged underground music scene of NYC in the 80’s, o/c used to be a groupie but is now jk’s gf, this fic is going to be very chaotic… there’s a lot of warnings for this including: dark humor (nothing offensive), toxic relationship, the ‘i literally need you to survive or else i’ll die’ trope, o/c is jk’s muse, he fr worships his girl as if she’s some otherworldly deity, attempting to delve into the complexities of mental instability ?? (they’re both mentally fucked in the head tbh), autophobia/monatophobia, DARK/HEAVY THEMES!, small mentions of stalking, mentions of mental health struggles, self injury, heavy alcohol & substance abuse, jk has a belly piercing (yes, that is a warning in itself), jk plays bass and is main vocals of the band, he argues w/ his bandmates a lot, switch!jk but he leans more towards dom, sex while under the influence, size kink, y’all are both super nasty and kinky like omg this is gonna be insaneeesfds, also heavy exhibitionism: they literally have sex in front of ppl multiple times (oops). i will be sure to include the rest once it’s fully finished !

♱ synopsis... when moving to the big city, you had only three things in mind: start life anew— a fresh, clean slate that allows you to bloom into whomever you wish to be, open your own tattoo parlor, and to meet and fuck as many rockstars as you possibly can. in fact, all was going according to plan thus far, however, the minute you crossed paths with him is when life takes a pivotal shift for the better and possibly, worse. you’ve become inseparable since day one, building an intense co-dependency that not even the devil himself can seem to unravel. a story of the submerging tension between two lonely, lost souls navigating youth through glitz, glamour, sleepless nights, and reckless hotel parties every weekend. it’s as if everyone else exists to come and go; besides the unconventional love that you cultivate together. OR,, just lots of sex, drugs, & punk rock.

♱ run time... will be over 10k+ words

♱ soundtrack... seek & destroy metallica, you shook me all night long ac/dc, purgatory iron maiden, she the misfits

i had this idea for sooo long omg, it’s slightly different than how i originally imagined it here, but i’m finally doing it so yay for meee !! i’ve never tried a concept like this before saur i’m def going to research a lot for this since i wasn’t born in the 80’s lol. i honestly have no idea how long this will be but me thinks it’ll be around 10-12k words ??? ( it’s going to be the longest thing i ever made .. T^T ) but my goal this year has been to start writing longer fics so i’m excited ! if anyone wants to be tagged once it’s uploaded just lmk <3

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fic #bts aus #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook au #bts imagines

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gloomysoup · 11 hours

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Can I ask for some affairs for wip weekend 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

ugh this fic. it hurts. i love her. she is everything. i want to finish it so bad so i can share it all with you. until then, here's this. thank you for bringing her to wip weekend.

No one ever prepares you for something like this; relearning how to live without someone important. Eddie knows he should move on, but he can't. It's been long enough. He has to accept that this is how things are now. This is his new reality. A reality without Steve.

It starts with stumbling out of his cold bed, his hair greasy and his clothes dirty and disheveled. He’ll stop and look at himself in the mirror, stare at the bags under his eyes and the paleness of his skin. He won't do anything about his appearance before going to the kitchen and standing in front of the open fridge. He’ll stand there, staring at the shelves, for ten minutes, then he’ll walk away with nothing but a cold beer. After that, he settles on the couch and wastes away for as long as anyone will let him.

It usually ends with Wayne showing up, finally dragging him into the shower for the first time in at least two weeks. If not a shower, then definitely forcing some food and water in him. Changing his clothes and starting a load of laundry. Putting away something else that Steve had left behind. Then Wayne sits with him on the couch, lets him wallow in silence for a little while. They rarely talk. Wayne puts Eddie to bed early, but they both know he won't sleep long. He never does.

It becomes a routine for Eddie. For six weeks, this is how it goes. The rest of the Party comes and goes. They filter through the lonely apartment with sad looks and worried stares. No one talks about Steve. His friends try to coax him out. They do the best they can. No one can get through to him.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #gloomysoup #stranger things fic #eddie munson angst #gloomysoup writes #soup's wip weekend #angst fic

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banannabethchase · 9 months

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Screamer - also on AO3

Nick and Lucha get caught having sex at the venue, and it makes him wonder what Lucha thinks of their arrangement.

Schrodinger's prompt fill. Oops. For Sarah's "lyric prompt during my own title search: "'Cause I'm a screamer, baby, make me a mute" (any nickship)." But I did not - I went a weird - this - alright. Well. Have this…thing.

Technically, it’s not Nick’s fault.

He relays this observation to Luchasaurus as they pull on their clothes.

“Are you really trying to suggest that you’re not the one who was screaming?”

Nick’s eyes linger on Lucha’s abs as he pulls his shirt on. He says a silent goodbye. “What?”

“You were the one screaming,” Lucha says. He adjusts his hair and mask. “Therefore, it was your fault.”

“Well, you made me scream,” Nick says. He’s antsy and uncomfortable from the interruption, the feeling of getting so close to what he wanted and losing it crawling into his spine. “Maybe next time do a better job of making me be quiet, then.”

Lucha’s grin goes devilish, enticing. Nick’s hard again in a second. “For next time, little bird. You and I both know Stokely is running straight to Tony to tell him he ran into someone fucking in the closet. You don’t want him to have the chance to confirm it’s us, do you?”

The answer is an emphatic no. Matt and Christian are the only ones who know Lucha and Nick are together. Nick thinks Matt alone is the only one to know they’re official.

“Right,” Nick says. “Right, yeah. But I’m still sure it was your fault.”

Lucha walks up to Nick and tilts his chin up. “I would be more cautious where you place blame, sweetheart. Karma will come to get you.”

Nick closes his eyes for a kiss, but it never comes. His eyes open to see an empty room and a wide open door.

“That’s why Mox and I only have sex in the hotel,” Matt says, mid yoga move. Nick is trying to figure out how his legs are working, where he’s holding his weight. “Less of a risk.”

Nick glances around to make sure nobody is listening in. “Jesus, be louder, will you?”

“We’re in a gym with millennials and gen z, Nicholas. You point out one person without headphones or ear buds and I’ll quiet down.”

A glance around the room proves Matt, annoyingly, right. Hook’s got his earbuds in as he wails on a heavy bag. Hangman is running at horse speeds on the treadmill, wearing the Boze headphones Nick had bought him for Christmas. Even Skye and Kyle, right next to each other, have their own headphones in as they compete to see who can do the most squats.

“Okay, yeah,” Nick says. “Fine. But now I’m worried Stokely’s going to be on the prowl, you know?”

“The easy solution is to stop fucking your dinosaur boyfriend at work.” Matt folds himself backward and over until he’s bending in a bridge on his toes and hands. “How’s my bridge? Do you think it’s good?”

“Mox’ll fuck you even if you couldn’t stand on one foot,” Nick says. As bendy as he is, his bridges never look like that. He’s suddenly hit with how much time Matt has been spending with the BCC. He’s even invited brought Adam with him once or twice, for reasons Nick hasn’t been willing to ask about. Yet.

“You don’t think Lucha’s the same?” Matt flips over and jumps to his feet, stretching to the sky. “He seems pretty obsessed with you.”

“Hasn’t even invited me to stay in his hotel room,” Nick says. “Maybe he only agreed when I called him my boyfriend because he wasn’t planning on saying it at all.” He deflates, flopping back onto the dirty hotel gym mats. “Maybe that’s why he won’t tell anyone.”

“None of that,” Matt says, and suddenly Nick’s breath is knocked out of him and there’s two hundred pounds of his old brother on top of him, smothering him in a hug. “You’ll figure it out. Don’t freak out.”

“I would love to be able to breathe.”

“I love you too, Nicky.”

“Not what I said.”

Nick flips his phone over for what must be the thirtieth time.

“Oh, my god, just text him,” Adam groans.

Nick jumps. “What? Who?”

“Your secret sex buddy,” Adam explains. “Don’t act like you’re surprised. We usually room next to each other.”

“You can hear me?!”

“Yeah,” Adam says. He doesn’t look disgusted, exactly. More confused. “Like, every time. You are loud as hell with whomever that is.”

Nick lets that sink in. His best friend has heard him have sex. Multiple times. Through hotel walls. It’s not a great revelation. “Oh,” he says quietly. “Great. That’s great.”

“Whoever you’re with is quiet as hell, though,” Adam muses. “He’s gotta be the only reason your weird secret relationship thing is working.”

“How do you know it’s a relationship?”

Adam’s eyes go soft, sweet. Knowing. “Because you’re Nick Jackson, and you fall in love with pretty much everyone you meet.”

“I’m not in love with him!” Nick argues. “I – okay, he’s my boyfriend, but, like –”

“You don’t have to explain it to me, Nick,” Adam says, his smile in the corners of his lips. “Just – tonight, try to keep it down. I’m exhausted. And tell your guy I’d love to meet him.” He reaches down and squeezes Nick’s shoulder. “Stay safe, Nicky.”

Nick nods as Adam walks off, more confused than before. His phone, textless, rests in his hands.

He fidgets for an hour backstage as the crew sets the ring up. He’s not going after Luchasaurus tonight. Lucha can come find him.

It’s agony.

“Alright.” Kenny sits down in front of Nick. “Talk to me. What’s your deal?”

“I don’t have a deal,” Nick says, adjusting his headset. “As you can see, I’m very busy.”

Kenny sighs. “The green light’s not even on and it’s, like almost an hour from show time.”

Nick shrinks. “Okay, fine, but there’s nothing to talk about.”

“You get dumped or something?” Kenny asks. “Did somebody tell you you’re not the prettiest boy in the universe?” He grins. “Someone say they like Matt more than you?”

“That happened once in 2016 and I made sure it would never happen again,” Nick quips back. “And no. I actually. I have a – a romantic issue?”

“They in a different promotion?” Kenny asks, making himself comfortable. “Bad service or something?”

Nick shakes his head. “No, they’re here.”

“Like, in the building?”

Nick nods.

“Then what are you waiting for!” Kenny exclaims. He leaps to his feet and slings a giant arm under one of Nick’s arms and hauls him to his feet. Like Nick is a rag doll. “Come on, let’s go find him.”

“I – no, I can’t talk to him!”

“Why not?” Kenny asks, yanking Nick along with him, “Is it somebody who speaks Spanish? Japanese? Don’t be racist. I can interpret for you.”

“I am not being racist – what the hell, Kenny?” Nick finally manages to wiggle out of Kenny’s grip. “Also, you don’t speak Spanish!”

“I’ve been practicing my Duolingo,” Kenny replies. “What language do you need to brush up on?”

“Dinosaur is not a language!”

Kenny’s smile goes softer, more calculated, and Nick process what he’s just said. “Oh, I thought that would work on you. So you are sleeping with Luchasaurus.”

Nick blinks. “I – no?”

“Liar,” Kenny says, skipping down the hallway. “What’s the problem? You catch feelings?”

“Not – okay, yes,” Nick says. He has to hustle to catch up with Kenny, still skipping. “But I can’t figure out if he thinks this is as serious as I do.”

“You talk about it?” Kenny asks, pulling open the door to the EVP room. “Contrary to popular opinion, communication is key.”

“Oh, don’t you dare start with that, of all people,” Nick says, rolling his eyes.

Kenny flops down in a chair. “Hey, guys. Did you know Nick is banging Luchasaurus?”

“Yes,” Matt says, yawning.

Adam, on the other hand, is currently dribbling water down the front of his shirt. “That’s ‘Daddy’?!”

Kenny slowly turns to Nick, who can feel himself blushing. “Um.”

“Daddy?” Matt asks, looking horrified as he stares at Adam.

“Look at your brother like that, not me!” Adam says. “Sorry for not enjoying being woken up to people screaming Daddy over and over again.”

Nick wonders how hard it would be to dig a hole in the floor and bury himself.

“Well, that’s a detail,” Matt says, a bit huffy. “Did you mean to tell Kenny, or was that -”

“He tricked me,” Nick says. “He tricked me into telling him.”

“Oh, don’t say it like that, Nicky.” Kenny’s smile is infuriating. “I outsmarted you.”

“That’s not better!”

Kenny shrugs and shuffles so he can get his head in Adam’s lap. “Tell us everything, man. We’re here to help.”

Half an hour later and fifteen from when they’re supposed to be getting ready, Nick’s no more clear on what to do than he was before Kenny says, “So just ask him to take you on a date.”

“I’ve told you,” Nick says. “It’s not like that. We’re – we’re boyfriends, but he doesn’t want to tell anyone, so it doesn’t count.”

“Did you ask him?” Adam asks.

He tits his head. “Ask him what?”

“Did you ask him why he’s not mentioning you to anyone else,” Adam shuffles until he’s sitting up, and Nick catches Kenny’s startled expression. “Or are you freaking out because you’re not communicating.”

“Okay, first off, you’re not allowed to say that because of how little you communicated for years,” Nick fires off. “Second, no. I have not.”

“You could go talk to him,” Matt suggests. He stands, pushing at Nick’s back. “After the match, you’ll talk to him.”

“But –”

“You will talk to him.” Matt’s staring at Nick like he’s trying to bore into Nick’s soul. “Just don’t screw up our match with the BCC, first. I have to prove to Mox we’re better than him. It’s a bet.”

“Noted,” Nick says, rolling his eyes. But he feels better, now that Kenny and Adam know.

The match goes off without a hitch – Adam gets the pin and Nick didn’t break any bones, so it’s pretty much as good as it goes. Mox spends the whole match and aftermath staring at Matt like a wolf stalking a sheep, and Adam and Yuta have a few too many moments that Nick wishes he hadn’t seen.

They stumble backstage, a bit bruised but nothing major.

“I’ll, uh,” Matt says, bright red all over. “I have to – ”

“You don’t have to tell us,” Nick says with a sigh. “Just go have sex with Mox and don’t make me hear it.”

Matt looks like he wants to argue, to say something, but he huffs and stomps off without another word. Adam snorts. Nick decides to ignore that.

“Alright,” Kenny says, patting Nick on the back. “Go talk to your dinosaur.”

Nick looks up to fight, but then Adam and Kenny fold their arms across their chests.

“Don’t look at me like you’re my dads,” he grumbles, but he finds himself walking toward the TNT champion locker room and knocking before he can think better of it.

He knocks, and feels the anxiety build in his chest.

Christian opens the door and rolls his eyes. “Dinosaur! Your little boyfriend’s here.”

Nick shouldn’t feel all fuzzy at that, but he does. It’s the first time anyone but him has said it.

Christian shoulders past him and Nick stumbles just a little bit, righting himself just in time for Luchasaurus to step to the door.

“Hi, there, little bird,” Lucha says. He plants his hands on Nick’s waist and pulls him in, kissing him so intentionally Nick’s brain goes a bit fireworky.

“I – wait,” Nick says. “I want to talk.”

He didn’t think he could see another person’s face fall so completely. “Oh,” Luchasaurus says. He drops his hands from Nick’s waist. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Nick asks. “Yes what?”

Lucha shrugs. “I knew you would reconsider one day.”

“Reconsider?” Nick says. “What would I reconsider?”

Luchasaurus guides them to the little couch in the room and sits them down. “Our arrangement.” He’s strangely controlled, careful.

Nick tries to piece together the words, the context, something to make it make sense. “What about our arrangement?”

“About how this is a fling for you.”

Nick doesn’t miss the clarifier – for you. It takes a second, but, slowly, the realization sinks in. “You think I consider this a fling?”

Luchasaurus shrugs. “You’ve thrown the word boyfriend around, but only in the heat of the moment.”

“Heat of the – you thought I asked you to be my boyfriend in a horny fugue state?” Nick’s baffled. He’s baffled and delighted and spinning. “No, I asked you because I want you to be my boyfriend!”

Luchasaurus blinks behind the mask, then steps to the door and locks it. “You’re saying you’d be interested in a real relationship?”

“I thought we already in one.” Nick fiddles with his fingertips, feeling like his skin doesn’t fit right. “Just – one that you didn’t want to talk about.”

Luchasaurus pulls his mask off, and Nick has to adjust to it. His face is soft, free of paint. He looks more human than Nick’s ever seen him. “Nicholas,” he says gently, making his way to sit on the couch. “I would cry your name from the rooftops if I thought you wanted me to.”

Nick can’t help it. He dives in and kisses Luchasaurus, unable to put into words what he wants. Lucha seems to get it though. He wraps his arms around Nick and holds him tight, like he’s scared to let go.

He pulls back first, leaving Nick’s head spinning. “Little bird, are you sure about this?”

“Am I – of course I’m sure!” Nick exclaims. “Lucha, the first night we had sex I had to call Matt freaking out because I knew I had fall – I knew I liked you too much.” He pauses. “The only time this was a fling was before we kissed.”

Lucha pulls him back down for a kiss, this one quicker, and pulls away. “Does this mean we’re telling people?” He brushes Nick’s hair over his shoulder. “Are we – official?”

“We’re official,” Nick says. “I – I want to – I want to go to HR and fill out stupid paperwork and ask you to get me soda from the fridge when we hang out.”

Lucha nods, a smile spreading across his face. His features without the mask are so much softer, sweeter. Nick shivers, thinking about how this version of Luchasaurus is all his. They don’t have the time for anything – Lucha’s got a title match at the top of the hour and Nick won’t be the one to make him late – so Nick leaves with a lingering kiss as he goes back to gorilla, floating.

“You look happy,” Matt says, adjusting something. A call sheet, probably. “You finally talk to your boyfriend?”

Nick nods. “I’m gonna watch him for Rampage. We’re – it’s for real now.” He has to control his breath to make sure he doesn’t get overexcited, doesn’t hyperventilate. “We’re boyfriends.”

Matt sets down his papers silently. Before Nick can do anything, Matt’s wrapped him in a giant, bone crushing hug. “I’m so happy for you, Nick,” he mumbles into Nick’s neck. “Also, now you can stop calling me in the middle of the night. I can sleep!”

“It would be great if you could be not a bitch for, like, five seconds.”

Matt pulls back, smiling. “Impossible.”

Luchasaurus wins his match, obviously, and Nick watches from the side of the stage as closely as he can. They’re official, sure. But he’d rather be the one to tell the press than for somebody to catch him staring and put the puzzle pieces together on their own.

He’s nearly vibrating as he meets Luchasaurus backstage. “You did great,” he says, breathless. “You did amazing.”

Lucha leans down and kisses him on the top of the head. In front of Tony. In front of Doc. In front of Matt, Kenny, crew members. Despite how innocent it is, it almost feels illicit.

Then he leans down and presses his lips to Nick’s, so gently it feels like a habit. “I’ll see you later at our hotel room.”

Nick nods as Lucha walks off.

“Dude,” Kenny says. “Dude, he loves you.”

Nick beams. “I think he does.”

He doesn’t realize until he gets back to the hotel that Luchasaurus meant ‘our’ literally – he’s left a request at the front desk to close out his own hotel room in favor of staying with Nick.

“Sure, he can have a key,” Nick says, eyes flicking over to Lucha. He’s not smiling, exactly, but his expression is mild. Nick thinks he likes Lucha best without the mask, somehow.

“Wonderful,” the desk clerk says, clicking some keys on her computer. “We have to check, of course. Never want to give a requested key to a person with ulterior motives.” She looks up and catches her eye on Lucha’s tattoos, his braids.

Nick fights the urge to say that he likes Lucha’s ulterior motives, and instead takes Lucha’s hand as they go from elevator to the hallway to the door.

“I need to go collect my things from my other room,” Lucha says, lips right by Nick’s ear. “I expect you naked and ready for me by the time I return.”

Nick’s response is a high pitched whine, and he’s suddenly incredibly glad he’d showered before leaving the venue.

He sprints into the bedroom and rips his clothes off, throwing himself down on the bed. The anticipation feels like another layer of clothing he can’t peel off, so he grabs the lube off the bedside and gets started.

He’s two fingers deep inside of himself when the door swings open.

“Nicholas,” Luchasaurus says. “I hope you’ve followed instructions.”

“I – oh – I have,” Nick says back. “Come see.”

Luchasaurus turns on the light. Nick hopes he looks good, spread out on the bed fucking himself on his own fingers. The way Luchasaurus licks his lips and pulls off his own shirt makes him think he does.

“God, you’re such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Lucha dives onto the bed. Nick begrudgingly pulls his fingers out, leaving himself empty, but it’s worth it when Luchasaurus kisses Nick hard enough to make his head spin. When he pulls away, his eyes are burning hot into Nick’s. “I need you.”

Nick nods, hands scrambling to the bedside table. He pauses as he closes around the condom packet. “Do we – it’s been no one but you for months,” Nick says. “Only you.”

Lucha’s face turns sunshine sweet. “Only you as well, little bird.” He takes the condom and sets it on the bedside table. “I look forward to feeling all of you.”

Nick nods. “I’m ready. I opened myself up for you, like you said.”

“I want you to know I meant naked,” Lucha says with a low chuckle. “My, my, aren’t you an obedient little thing.” He leans down, sucks a mark into Nick’s neck that has him arching into it.

“Yours,” Nick gasps. “Yours.”

“Mine,” Lucha agrees. He gently pushes Nick’s thighs apart and slides his hand to Nick’s hole, finding him open and, god, just one finger is good but not good enough. “So good for me.”

Nick wiggles his hips. “I’m ready, all of you,” he pleads. “Fuck me.”

“I will, baby,” Luchasaurus says. He arranges Nick’s legs, and guides himself inside of Nick. “God, you always feel so good.”

Nick nods, head spinning. “You too,” he mumbles. “I – please.”

“Can’t be too loud, though,” Lucha muses, the drag of his cock out cruelly slow. “Don’t want to wake your friends.”

“Screw it,” Nick says. “Make me scream. I don’t care.”

“Be careful what you ask for. You just might get it.”

Get it he does. Lucha fucks him so hard he has to brace his hands on the headboard, careful to keep his fingers away from the wall as the headboard slams into the wall. He cries Lucha’s name, Daddy, and even once baby, which surprises even himself. Lucha kisses him so long at that Nick’s head spins in need of oxygen, but he doesn’t care. He wants and needs and makes all the noise he wants, because this is his. It doesn’t matter who knows. It doesn’t matter if they hear him saying Lucha’s name, or if they hear Lucha saying his.

This is real.

He comes with a final scream of, “Daddy, yes!” and feels Luchasaurus fill him up not to long after. It feels like a mark, a brand, a claim, like this is real. Like this means they’re going to last.

Lucha half collapses on top of Nick with a hard exhale, arms bracketing Nick’s head. “Calling you my boyfriend is quite the change,” he says. He winds some of Nick’s hair around his fingertips, eyes glancing from Nick’s lips to his eyes. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

“We’ll do it tomorrow,” Nick says, trailing his finger up and down Lucha’s chest. Lucha rolls to the side. “First thing. But, tonight, let’s just rest.”

“Of course.” Luchasaurus kisses the top of his forehead.

Nick’s cozy and comfortable. He’s trying to convince himself to go clean up in the bathroom when there’s a banging on the wall.

“Are you guys done?!” Adam shouts through the wall. Lucha’s eyes go wide as he meets Nick’s. “Because I’d really like to sleep.”

“We’re good,” Nick yells back.

“Congratulations, by the way,” Adam yells back. “Hi, Luchasaurus.”

“Hi, Hangman.”

Nick dissolves into giggles. “Oops.”

“You sing a little too loudly, little bird,” Lucha chuckles, and they laugh into each other’s skin.

Mini Playlist: Claws - Kim Petras Lock Me Up - The Cab I Could Get Used to This - The Veronicas Flesh - Simon Curtis

#LuchasaurNick #WELP #Two for two of fics to finish this weekend #Here we goooooo!#in which sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#Nicrowlas #This one is #It went a Direction #That I did not expect

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Kinktober Day 25 <3

Iwaizumi x striptease

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,4 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"You're so fucking hot."

A low groan escapes his lips as his hips arch into yours while you straddle his lap. You continue to kiss his neck, your hands gently resting on his shoulders to maintain your balance on his muscular thighs. Athletic trainer? You almost snort. He looks more like an athlete himself. Iwaizumi's hands are restless, alternating between gripping your hips to sensually thrust into you and exploring the curves and contours of your body.

"You too," you sheepishly look up and smile at him, your cheeks warming as you admire his attractive face up close. The intense eye contact continues for a few moments, with both of you remaining silent, only the sound of your soft breaths filling the room.

That is until you can't resist any longer and begin to squirm on his lap. "Come here." He tilts his head and easily connects his lips with yours, much to your relief. You feel yourself melting into the kiss, savoring the soft caress of his lips against yours and the gentle increase of pressure. You moan as his tongue grazes your lower lip, silently requesting more access, to which you eagerly oblige by parting your lips.

Your passionate make-out session is suddenly interrupted by the loud music coming from the closed front door, undoubtedly from the new neighbors next door. You pull back slightly at the noise, just enough to notice a slight frown on his face, and he sighs deeply while squeezing your hips. Since the new neighbors moved in next door, they've made a habit of playing loud music every Saturday night, making you feel like you're in a crowded club. Their music is usually energetic and intense, probably used for home workouts, but tonight's music is different. It's a slow, sensual melody that makes you want to sway your hips as you cling to Iwaizumi.

You both exchange glances while the music plays, and his initial frown quickly dissipates along with your disappointment of the music ruining your sweet moment. "Dance for me?" He suddenly breaks the silence with a gleam of excitement in his eyes, his happiness evident as he gazes expectantly at you. "Really?" you hesitantly ask, feeling somewhat perplexed by the unexpected request.

"Hmm. The music is perfect for this." He grins, his expression so tender and affectionate that you give him one last peck on the lips, pressing your lips against his long enough to elicit a groan from him before you finally get up.

Your movements are initially stiff as you're not quite sure how to proceed, but as you notice his leg bouncing in anticipation, you decide to go with the flow. You're convinced that you can't go wrong; Iwaizumi has adored, praised, and cherished your body so many times that you can't imagine him ever being disappointed in anything you do.

You slowly dance to the music, gently swaying your body while maintaining eye contact with him. You do a little twirl, just enough to let your skirt flutter a bit, earning an approving hum from him. "Always so fucking pretty for me," he runs his hands over his pants and takes a deep breath, his eyes tracking every movement of your body.

"What should I take off first, Hajime?" you ask, batting your eyelashes as seductively as possible. His leg stops bouncing at your question, and he quickly licks his lips before leaning forward ever so slightly. "You're letting me choose?" You feel a shiver run down your spine at his expectant gaze, your body growing warmer as you stand before him, swaying to the music.

"Your shirt. I think it would look better on the floor." He grins, watching as you shift your weight from one foot to the other, slowly reaching for the hem of your shirt. "You don't like it, then?" You ask with a teasing smile, and he immediately shakes his head. "No, I love it! It's my favorite color on you." You raise your eyebrows at his statement, mentally noting to wear this color more often.

"Oh? Should I keep it on, then?" You let your hands fall to your sides, ensuring that you continue to sway to the music and let your hands wander down your sides.

"Baby," he groans in frustration, his hands caressing the fabric of his pants once more, and you decide to give in. You bring your hands back to the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it. You expose inch by inch, his gaze fixed on the movement of your hands as it trails down your chest, leaving your upper body clad only in an almost see-through lacy bra. Once you've finally pulled the shirt over your head, you hear his breath hitch. You know how much he adores the bra and the matching panties, that's why you chose to wear them today to surprise him - the perfect choice as it seems.

"What next?" You ask, your voice slightly higher pitched than usual, conveying how hot and bothered he's making you feel with the way he watches you with his bright green eyes, much like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to devour. "The skirt." His response is so quick that you know he thought about it while you were undressing, but that was exactly the effect you aimed for: to stimulate his imagination and to make his mind go crazy. You sway your hips just a bit slower, maintaining eye contact to intensify the tension while you unzip your skirt from the side, making sure to caress all of your exposed skin. The fabric falls down to your feet as you pull it over your hips, leaving you in a matching set of lace, almost bare in front of him. You don't feel the cold at all, not when Iwaizumi's gaze is so fiery and intense. The bulge in his pants is clearly visible, and you're relieved that the dark material of your panties hides the damp spot, which is nearly invisible from the outside.

"The bra next?" you tilt your head while you speak, your fingers fumbling with the cups of your bra as you wait for his response.

"Not yet. I want to savor you a bit. Do a twirl for me, love." You hold your breath for a moment and quickly nod, presenting your body from various angles as he watches attentively, his cock almost throbbing at the sight of you dancing so seductively only for him. Only for his eyes.

You keep your eyes on him when you bring your hands the the clasp of your bra, and this time he does not interfere. You fumble just for a second with it before you manage to unhook it, your body shivering in excitement. You let the fabric run down your shoulders, the movement feeling like a caress, and you find yourself wishing that he would finally touch you. That he would run his hands down your shoulders and kiss you and show you how much he loves you.

The bra joins the other clothes on the ground, and you let your hands roam along your body, touching yourself softly while you dance to the music. "You can't even imagine how sexy you look right now, love. So fucking sexy." He runs his hand through his dark hair, swallowing hard and raking his gaze over your body. He sounds so turned on, lust evident on his face, the tension in the room almost unbearable at this point.

You bite your lip and bring your hands to the hem of your panties to finish the show, but Iwaizumi moves quickly and catches your wrists before you can pull them down. You stare at him surprised, your eyes widened while you wordlessly let him pull you towards the bed until your back meets the soft mattress and he hovers over you. His hands go to your ankles and spread your legs, your core throbbing at this action, aching to be touched when he makes you feel even more exposed in your current position. Your jaw drops when he leans down and presses a kiss on your stomach, his teeth grazing at the lace of your panties, and you squirm under him when his hot breath meets your skin. A grin adorns his lips when he pulls the material back, just enough until it loudly snaps against your body.

"Just lay back and let me do the rest, love. I'll take care of this myself."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #HERE YOU GO!!#I'll will not be able to finish all the fics this month T.T #but I'm free after Thursday for two weeks- like I still have classes but no work! <3 #So I'll manage to write them over the weekend hopefully! <3 #I hope you enjoyed reading this! <3 #I found it quite challenging to write this to be honest #I really hope that this is okay #I'll post the next one on Wednesday #I'll also put that in the masterlist #don't want to keep anyone waiting T.T

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