Theres A Gas Station Named Buckys

There’s a gas station named bucky’s

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Hi!!! Could I please get an imagine with ushijima and his gf at the start of his relationship, he’s really gentle with her cause he’s scared of hurting her but one night she’s drunk at a party and starts whispering in his ear that she really wants him to be dominant and rough with her?? Size kink would be super nice as well xxxxx AHHHH IM SO NASTYY ( @onionhoesayhoe​ )

hello i am in love with your ushijima hc’s they’re so good and they fit him so well thank you. can I request headcanon’s for when ushijima discovered his daddy kink? have a lovely day! ( @gaydependingontheday​ )

I’m gonna combine these two asks!!!!!!!!! Thank you for asking!! I HOPE THIS IS OKAY Requests are open!!!

WARNINGS: smexy times, daddy ushiwaka, drunk reader

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER (NSFW) 

Headcanons:

to be honest, I don’t think he’d discover it all on his own

let’s be real here kids, he probably didn’t know wtf a daddy kink was, let alone a kink in general–he probably only knows what he does and doesn’t like LMAOOOO

I’m combining two asks here so please bear with me BUT in my Humble Opinion, I don’t think that Ushijima would even dare to go all out with you. He’s strong and he knows it so he probably would go strong enough for it to feel good, but you’ll know he’s holding back because his control is just that good even If it’s wavering

I think reader would have to be the one to flip his switch

Maybe you’ll mention it as an offhanded remark one day to him

“Toshi, d’you know what a daddy kink is?”

OR

“D’you know how much of a daddy you are?” 

you’ll probably have to explain it to him, which is when the fun really starts

“can we try it out?”

NSFW INCOMING I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG

call him daddy for the first time while he’s pounding into you and he’ll go feral

barely contained self-control

grunts in your air, harsh bites on your skin and earlobe

“say it again, baby(girl/boy)”

all I’m saying is, call him daddy and he becomes a different sort of monster altogether

IMAGINE

“Toshi…” You say in a lilting drawl, your cheeks red from the alcohol. You’re drunk and you know it, but at least you’re not wasted. It’s just that right now, at this very moment, you have no filter. You crawl onto his lap to straddle his hips and give him a lazy grin, your eyes hooded as your forehead meets his shoulder. “I want you.”

A large hand settles on your back to rub circles in an idle manner as he acknowledges you with a low hum that you can feel from his chest, a soothing vibration. “And?” 

A low whine leaves your lips and you look up with a pout and pleading eyes, tugging at his shirt in a needy manner. “Please…” Your hand drops under his shirt to trace his chest, your hips moving in a steady manner against his clothed crotch. A low groan escapes your lips; you need more of this. Of him. Of his heat, his touch. You need more friction and he’s not giving it to you. 

“[Name],” he begins, his large hands finding purchase on your grinding hips to hold them in place. “We’re at a party.” 

“But, Toshi…” You whine, trying to resist his grip. Against his strength, it’s no use, but you try anyway. For a brief moment, his grip loosens and you give his crotch a hard grind before he hastily tightens his grip again, fighting back a grunt. “I’m–” you lean forward to whisper into his ear “–horny.”

“[Name],” he says again, his tone one of caution, but in your drunken state, you can’t be bothered. Eventually, he has to stand up and lead you away to some room that neither of you care about. He locks the door behind him and turns to you, seemingly undeterred by the growing tent in his pants. “This is not appropriate.”

“So?” You tug at his shirt and he lets you take it off. He looks so good, and in your horny haze you still take time to admire his build. Fuck, he’s hot. You can feel him hardening beneath you; he’ll grumble about how you’ll be tired in concern, but when it comes down to it, he’ll fuck you anyway. “People are probably fucking around in the other rooms anyway,” you drawl as he unclips your bra and slides your shirt over your head. “I want you in me.” 

A growl leaves his lips. When you look up, his eyes are already looking down at you. The heat in them is intense and something coils up in your stomach. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely is now. And you’re soaked. “Fine.” He says it in a clipped manner, but you both know how eager he is now to fill you up until you can’t think of anything but the feeling of his girth in you and you won’t know any name other than his. 

The next few minutes are a blur of torn clothes and kisses before he throws you onto the bed. He’s above you in nothing but his boxers and you’re beneath him without a single article of clothing on you. A giggle leaves your lips but turns into a low moan as he pushes a long, thick finger into you. 

“You’re so wet.” Is the only thing he says as he marvels quietly at how easily his finger moves in and out of you at a rhythmic pace, as if you’re not a hot mess beneath him. He looks up and his eyes narrow at your expression.

He slips in another finger. A louder moan from you cuts through the air and your back arches off the bed as he moves it in scissoring motions and curls them against your walls in a “come hither” manner. 

But it’s not enough.

“Toshi, Toshi please,” you beg, forcing yourself to meet his eyes as his fingers continue their rhythmic pace. He’s already looking at you, and the fire in his gaze is enough to send you reeling even though he’s not even in you yet. 

“But–”

“I don’t care!” You whine, reaching your hands down to close around Ushijima’s wrist. “Please, Toshi, I want you in me. Please, daddy, just fuck me already.”

Something in him snaps at the mention of the word and a low growl leaves his lips. His boxers are off in a moment and he’s in you the next and it feels so good to be filled by him that a long, animalistic groan leaves your lips. When you look up, he’s hovering over you, and his eyes are dark. 

“Thank you, daddy, thank–” you’re cut off by a moan as he starts to thrust into you, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, though not as hard as you’d like. It hits the right spots, anyway, and so you let loose another cry of pleasure. In, out, in, out. You’re in bliss.

“More,” you finally stutter out, the first coherent word you’ve said in minutes. “More, daddy, more–” another moan and your back arches off the bed. Ushijima’s grip on your hips is painful but the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right places is more overwhelming then anything. 

“Tight,” he breathes against your ear as he fastens his pace, drilling into you. 

More, more, more.

It’s not enough. He’s holding back because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, you know; it’s in the occasional softer thrusts and the way he holds you close as if you might break, but tonight, you want him to ravage you. A swell of love reaches your chest because you know how hard this is for him to keep his self-control in check, but you want more and he’s going to give that to you.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whisper. His thrusts slow for a split second before he meets your gaze; permission, reaffirmation. 

Are you sure?

You only tighten around him in response. 

For a moment, his pace continues. 

And then he speeds up. 

Moans leave your lips as he sets an unforgiving pace. Slowly, you feel his self control come undone in the way his every thrust goes deeper and deeper and harder and harder. It feels so good to be filled to the brim like this and you’re no longer able to form coherent words. 

“You…” Ushijima grunts. He pulls out of you to flip you around and before you can whine at the loss of the feeling of him in you, he slams into you and fills you anew as he yanks you back by your hair until your back is against his chest. “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice is gruff and low and you let loose another moan in response.  His hand lands on your ass to give you a rough smack and he lets you go, letting your body fall onto the bed as he holds your hips in a death grip to pound into you. You can hear the bed smacking against the wall, but the feeling of his cock hitting you where it feels so good distracts you from anything else. 

Ushijima flips you until you’re laying on your side and your leg is on his shoulder, burying himself in you to the hilt. A knot starts to build in your stomach and you let loose a loud cry. “Daddy, I’m close.” 

“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” His words come out as a low growl and he spanks you again, still pounding into you and burying himself in you again and again and again at a mind-numbing pace. The smell of sweat fills the room along with the sound of your moans and cries and his grunts and the lewd sound of skin against skin. “Come for me, baby girl.” It’s a low growl, a rumble of thunder, and as he pounds into you again and again, hitting your womb like it’s nothing, your world goes white. 

“Daddy–” you choke out between moans as the knot loosens, but still he does not falter in his pace. 

“What’s my name?” His voice is harsh and raspy, desire in his undertone. 

“Toshi–”

He pounds harder. “My name, baby girl.”

“Wakatoshi!” 

“Good girl.”

But his pace doesn’t stop. He keeps drilling in and out of you and, when he meets your hazy gaze, a smirk curls at his lips as he brings you into the missionary position, his thrusts slowing as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanted this, slut,” he drawls. He’s never called you that before and it sends a tingle down your stomach. “And I haven’t come just yet.”

He rises, pulling almost all the way out before harshly slamming back in. A cry leaves your lips. His voice is like thunder. 

“The night is still young.”

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BSBDIBIU I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HOPE THIS IS OKAY IDUCBUB 

I didn’t proofread this oops

Someone take away my money because I just spent so much on 10 K-pop albums

Made me cry very much, loved it

remember me? masterlist:

preface: just an introduction :) 

i see red. i see nothing: a car accident, a lost memory. spencer doesnt remember the reader… but he wants to.. 

we used to: they have to meet again. just two perfect strangers. 

the sun: maybe.. together.. the sun will return

thank you so much for reading

If there is anything I love more there isn’t

Flesh

Spencer Reid x Female Reader [Requested]

A BAU drinks night was always a priority when they had a new agent onboard. For a group of profilers, they sure read the agent wrong.

Word Count: 1635

Category: oh idek what this is Warnings: bit of language, talk of sex, bro I have no idea

Author Note: Ok I’m in a manic mood and I’m not sure where I’m gonna go with this. No smut exactly, purely a little snippet that my angel anon requested! Requests are open for Hotch or Reid, request pile is empty now! - Marley

Songs: Flesh - Simon Curtis

Masterlist Link

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      “That bar!” Garcia squealed as she clutched Morgan’s arm, pulling him towards her as her free hand pointed to the bar on the opposite side of the road, the words ‘Karaoke’ glowing in a fluorescent pink through the window.       “What happened to darts? I like beating men at darts!” JJ grumbled as she watched Penelope drag her colleague away, making a beeline for the bar.       “Baby girl, would you slow down?” Morgan’s voice echoed across the street, causing Prentiss and JJ to chuckle.        “I guess we’re going to a karaoke bar,” Hotch mumbled, sighing and following the couple across the road, the rest of the team not far behind.        The bar lounge was fairly small, but cosy and inviting. It had a retro feel to it, with classic music stars’ memorabilia scattered along the walls and a Madonna shrine nestled in neon fairy lights behind the bar. The agents claimed a booth next to the bar, and set Rossi and Hotch on a mission to fetch the drinks in. They arrived back with a tray of beers, shots and a pitcher of some kind of cocktail.        “Y/N gets two shots because she’s the new baby,” Emily clapped, pushing two little glasses towards her, and cheered when she drank them down, barely flinching at the burning taste.        “I’m not the baby!” Y/N whined, grabbing a bottle of beer and taking a huge swig.        “You’re younger than Reid, you’re the baby!”         Y/N rolled her eyes, taking another swig of her beer. She was tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. She loved the team, they’d made her feel so welcome and she truly felt like a part of the family, but she was so sick of being labelled as ‘the baby’. True, she was the youngest - but the agents had the upmost faith in her, especially out in the field, and she’d proven herself to be an intelligent, trustworthy and respected agent. But she was still considered innocent, at least by their standards.         “So, who’s singing?” Penelope burst out, grabbing the karaoke song book from the middle of the table and flicking through it. Morgan looked over her shoulder, chuckling.      “Well, everything is from the last two centuries, so nothing for you pretty boy,” He quipped at Reid, who furrowed his brow but managed to let a chuckle slide.        “I think Baby should sing a song,” Reid grinned, holding back laughter as Y/N shot him a look. He knew that nickname got on her nerves, but sometimes he just couldn’t help but use it.        “I think the fuck not,” Y/N smirked, as Penelope gasped.        “I think so, sweetness. I will drag you to that DJ booth if i have to, now go!” She pointed towards the DJ’s set up next to the stage, motioning manically to Y/N.        “Damn it,” Y/N mumbled as she stood up and weaved her way past her team. As she walked away, she heard Prentiss trying to make a bet with Hotch on what Y/N was going to sing. It felt so insulting to hear that ‘Barbie Girl’ was mentioned in that bet, and Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she moved further away. She knew exactly what song she was going to sing, and they were both gonna lose the bet.         “Hi, girlie. Whatcha wanna sing?” The DJ greeted her as she smirked.         “Do you have Flesh by Simon Curtis?” She asked, batting her eyelashes lightly as the DJ turned a little red and typed on the keyboard to his laptop.        “Are you sure that’s what you wanna sing?” He mumbled, but Y/N just gave him a sickly sweet smile as she made her way onto the stage and grabbed the mic.        The team’s full attention was on her as a few seconds of silence ensued before the track began playing. No one recognised the introduction when the song began, apart from the guy who apparently ‘didn’t know any track from the last two centuries’. Spencer’s jaw dropped wide open as the bass line revealed a familiarity in his brain, the dots connecting as he realised what song it was. What kind of song it was.        “Oh shit,” He gasped under his breath, but loud enough for Hotch to hear him.        “What?” He quizzed, but Spencer shook his head and leaned back in his seat, refusing to take his eyes away from Y/N. The rest of the team spared a glance towards him.        “Maybe we shouldn’t call her Baby anymore,” he whispered, but everyone heard him.

‘This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above’     Y/N’s voice was silky smooth, almost hauntingly sweet as she began singing, slowly swaying her hips in a delicate fashion, barely noticeable. ‘This is just my way of unleashing The feelings deep inside of me The spark of black that I seem to love’

    “What’s so bad about this?” JJ asked, but Reid kept his eyes on Y/N, holding a finger up to JJ to shush her. He was too intrigued.

‘We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun Don’t even try to hold it back, just let go Tie me up and take me over Till you’re done, till I’m done You got me fiendin’ and I’m ready to blow’

    “Wait, does that mean–”

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed T-taste the flesh’

    “Oh my God,”

‘Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

    Y/N swayed her hips more, losing herself in the words as she sang, but found herself staring straight back at Reid. The look on his face lit a small fire in her belly, the curiosity in his gaze giving her goosebumps.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

    “But she’s so little. What? She’s our little Baby!” Penelope stuttered, as Morgan chuckled next to her.     “Well damn, she’s proving us wrong,”     “Wait, how the hell did our other Baby know this song?”      The team’s attention slowly turned to Reid, who was still fixated on Y/N. He’d leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched her, completely in awe of the version of Y/N on that stage - a version of her that he’d never seen before, a version that was making him feel something that he’d never known. Was he sweating?

‘Hold my hands above my head And push my face into the bed Cause I’m a screamer baby Make me a mute You put your hand upon my neck and feel the pulse Beat beat beat beat It’s like a trigger Get me ready to shoot’

    He could imagine every single word Y/N sang, imagining it with only him and Y/N in the room, and he bit his lip unconsciously.

‘Wanna wrestle with me baby Here’s a sneak Little peek You can dominate the game Cause I’m tough I don’t play around that often When I do I’m a freak So you’d better believe I like it rough’

    Y/N winked as she sang the last line, leaving Spencer feeling even more worked up and the rest of the team in utter confusion. No one knew what to say or do, but to only watch Y/N on stage and watch Reid’s reaction, feeling like they were intruding on a personal serenade between the youngest agents.

‘Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh Get undressed Taste the flesh Bite into me harder Sink your teeth into my Flesh Pass the test Taste the flesh’

     Reid still couldn’t take his eyes away from Y/N’s.

‘Hold me up against the wall Give it till I beg Give me some more Make me bleed I like it rough Like it rough, rough, rough Push up to my body Sink your teeth into my Flesh’

   Y/N finished the song with a captivating smirk, and stalked her way back over to her team, Spencer’s eyes following her. His mouth still hung open as he stared at her whilst she giggled at Garcia, who spluttered and stuttered her way through a confused telling-off.     “L/N, I don’t think we should call you Baby anymore,” Rossi chuckled, as Y/N drained the last of her beer, making her way to the bar.    “Or kid, or anything else to do with my age, please!” She giggled.     Reid found himself wandering over to the bar and standing next to Y/N, suddenly too awkward to make eye-contact with her. He stared at the wall in front of him for a few moments, ordered himself another drink and then continued to zone-out until Y/N broke the silence.    “So, you liked my song?” She smirked, and Reid’s head snapped towards her. He wasn’t sure where the confidence had suddenly come from, but he found himself reaching down to grab her chin lightly.   “I’m still calling you Baby,” He smiled softly, seeing the playful and flirty  glimmer in her eyes. He took a sip of his drink as she smirked even more,   “Sure you can, when I’m lying in the backseats of your car,” she whispered as she walked away from the bar, hearing Reid spit out his drink in shock behind her. She stopped for a moment and turned around.   “Naked,” she teased. Reid gulped, taking another sip of his drink to cool down as Y/N sat back down with the team. He couldn’t help but picture it. By the time he managed to gain his composure to sit back down with the team, one glimpse of Y/N had him imagining it all over again.

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