Can I Request A Shy Reader And Spencer's Fic. When The Reader Works At A Flower Shop, Spencer Comes In

Can I request a shy reader and Spencer's fic. When the reader works at a flower shop, Spencer comes in there looking for flowers. And the reader goes on a little rant about what he should buy and what each flower means.

Hii lovely, ty for the request! Hope this is okay🙈warnings: use of y/n, fluff, a few swear words, (0.9k)

Spencer needs to buy some flowers for Emily. It's her birthday and he's always brought her flower before, so even if he's already running late to her birthday dinner, he can't not go buy her some flowers.

He goes into the first flower shop, he spots on the way to Emily's apartment and that's where he finds you.

It's almost the closing time, so you are just sitting behind the counter, reading some book. Spencer immediately thinks he's in love.

He swears, you are the prettiest girl, he's ever seen and the fact, that you are too absorbed in your book to even notice him, makes you even more attractive to Spencer.

You finally notice him as he's a few steps away from the counter. You quickly slam the book shut and try not to look too caught off guard.

You weren't expecting anybody to come to the shop anymore and you definitely weren't expecting it to be a very handsome guy.

His messy, curly hair, expensive-looking black suit and the small stubble have you buckling at your knees. You are sure, that if you weren't sitting on the chair, you would be on the ground.

"H-hi," you somewhat compose yourself, "w-what can I help you with?"

He shoots you a smile and you're pretty sure that your cheeks go very red," Hi, I was wondering if I could get some flowers?"

"D-do you have any specific in mind?" you ask, barely holding an eye contact with him. You are shy and he isn't helping your situation at all.

"Ye-...No, I don't. Can you recommend me some?" Spencer literally knows the meaning of every flower you have in this shop, but something about you makes him shut his mouth, so he can stay here longer.

"I can, yes," you smile sheepishly at him, "who are they supposed to be for?"

"My friend, it's her birthday today," you would be lying, if you said that your heart didn't skip a beat at hearing that it's for his friend and not a girlfriend. You thought, that he was getting flowers for his girlfriend.

"W-well, I'd suggest, that you should definitely get some yellow flowers for her. Yellow color represents friendship, would that be okay?" you hesitantly ask. Spencer just nods encouragingly.

"Okay, so we could do some mixed bouquet. Yellow roses are definitely a yes, you can't go wrong with that, they are beautiful and smell amazing. We should also add sunflowers, they represent loyalty and adoration of the friendship. Oh and mums are grest, too. They can really make the bouquet come alive, they are like the spirit of optimism. We could also-," you ramble about each flower, that you put in the bouquet for him.

Spencer listens to your every word with a happy smile, you remind him of himself with your rambling and to be honest, he finds it adorable.

You are done too quickly tho and Spencer finds himself wanting to hear you speak again.

But his phone rings and he doesn't even need to pick up to know, that the team is wondering, where he is.

"Here, i-is this okay?" you hand the insanely pretty bouquet to him. Spencer's grin basically answers your question.

"Thank you, thank you. It couldn't be more perfect. You're a total lifesaver..." he looks at your name tag, "y/n. Thank you, y/n."

You are certain, that your cheeks couldn't be more red as they are right now. Spencer's compliment makes you blush like a fool.

"Oh. I'm..I'm glad, that you like it." You stutter out your response, looking at the ground. You carefully wrap the bouquet in the flower wrapping paper and tell him the price of it.

He pays it and before you can say no, he puts a bigger tip than it's normal into the tip jar.

Spencer then slowly leaves thanking you as he goes. And right before the door closes, it looks like Spencer wants to tell you something else, but in the last second he shakes his head and dissappears.

You wave him a shy goodbye, you are a little disappointed even if you don't really know why. Well okay, maybe you do know why. But you shouldn't have put your hopes up, thinking the handsome stranger felt the spark like you did. And that maybe, only maybe, he'd ask you out.

You sigh and sluggishly start to clean up the counter to finally close the shop and go home. The door bell rings again and your head immediately shoots up.

He runs up to the counter, a little out of breath, "shit, I'm sorry to bother you again. I don't usually do this, like ever, it's just....Would you like to go out with me sometimes? Like for a-a coffee? You can say no of course, hell, I'd totally understand if you said no." Spencer's now the one to rumble.

"I-I'd love to," you, surprising even yourself, reply immediately. Cheeks, of course, burning red.

"It's okay- Wait, really?" Spencer was totally expecting you to reject him.

"Yes, really....." you want to say his name.

"Spencer, my name is Spencer," he quickly understands.

"Spencer, " you try out his name," I'd love to Spencer, here." You bravely scramble your phone number on a piece of paper and give it to him.

Spencer takes it with a huge smile, "I'll call you, " he looks like he wants to stay longer, but looks at his watch and curses under his breath," I'm so late. I gotta go, but I'll call you, I promise."

"Bye, Spencer," you say sweetly and Spencer already knows he's fucked. Not even one date and he knows, he's down bad.

Pussydrunk Lucifer?! Please, I'm on my knees!

No I think he's the one on his knees.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, tail shenanigans, clit stimulation, biting, pinned down, creampie, marathon sex, demon form Lucifer, Lucifer's wings

A/N: I know he has his throne but as I said before, this Lilith's throne is this man's face and I stand by that.

Pussydrunk!Lucifer can't focus his mind long enough to see realize he's been fucking you for hours now and is still as hard as when he started

Pussydrunk!Lucifer has a big grin on his face as he listens to your pussy making squelching, sloppy noises as he fills with cum all over again

Pussydrunk!Lucifer unfirls his wings every time he comes inside you, unable to look away from your pussy overflowing with his seed that is sure to take hold and show results soon

Pussydrunk!Lucifer wraps his tail around your thigh, the tip slapping against your clit to get a firmer clench around his cock, almost impossible to pull it out from the vice grip your pussy has on it

Pussydrunk!Lucifer puts you in a mating press while he hovers above you, carried by his six flapping wings and with the perfect view of your cumdrunk, flushed face and swollen lips

Pussydrunk!Lucifer hovers above you as he eats you out afterwards, he did this every time he came, every time giving you an orgasm before you've calmed down from the previous one

Pussydrunk!Lucifer tells you this pussy is his, he loves it, he loves to kiss it, lick it, fuck it, breed it, make love to it and worship it

Pussydrunk!Lucifer moans into your clit as he turns the other way, his cock now above your lips, dipping down into your wanting mouth with such ease, his pace entirely too casual for the act that he's performing

Pussydrunk!Lucifer pushes his forked tongue deep into your pussyhole to get the very last drops of cum

Pussydrunk!Lucifer makes sure your pussy is cleaned up like nothing happened before he introduces his hard cock to it again and gives you his next load of seed

Making a Deal (Part 2)

Summary: Your date, gentlemen and distinguished folks

Warning(s): House being rude to waiting restaurant staff, being misgendered/mistaken as a woman (being called ma'am), self doubt, and anxiety

Pairing(s): Greg House x ftm reader

You stood on the sidewalk waiting for House to drive up. He had insisted on picking you up and treating it like an actual date. He was even on time when you recognized his car approaching you.

You gave him a small wave and watched as he pulled up along the sidewalk, and stopped the car a few feet ahead of where you were. 

You frowned as you started walking towards the car. He got out and started limping around to the other side.

“What’d you do that for?”

“Because if I pulled up beside you, you would get in the car myself. And if memory serves, that’s not exactly how dates go.” He responds, opening up the passenger door for you.

“Right, but isn’t that for women?”

“Ever heard of equality, l/n? Get in the car.”

You huffed, and got in—him practically slamming the door shut after you. He slammed his door shut as well after he got in, and you wondered if he knew he didn’t need to slam it for it to properly close, but decided against bringing it up.   

Aside from the radio playing, the majority of the car ride was silent between the two of you—House made a few comments about the restaurant he was taking you to, and made a joke about how he didn’t know what food you liked. He occasionally made comments about what was playing, but he never changed the station. 

“Don’t get out yet.” He ordered after he had parked the car. He got out himself, then limped to your side, and opened your door for you.

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” House made a point of saying the words, but he loosely linked his arm to yours as you made your way toward the restaurant. He gave the greeter his name for the reservation, and the two of you were led to your table.

The restaurant was admittedly nicer than you thought it would be, however, the conversation was as forced as you predicted it would be, despite the few compliments he made. 

It wasn’t very long before the waitress introduced herself, and offered to get your drinks. House ordered your drink for you—insisting you try something and trust him—and by the time the waitress got back with your drinks, she took your orders. 

House decided to go first, and you were about to make a biting comment about how he could’ve just picked something for you when you realized something: you had never presented as male before in public. Not like this, at least. You hadn’t been able to get any interviews yet, and when you went to the store, you were always able to go to the self-checkout. 

“And for you sir?” The waitress turned to you, and you barely registered that she was talking to you. 

You cleared your throat, attempting to deepen your voice.

“I’ll take the—” You cut yourself off by the waitress’s expression.

“I–I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—I meant ma’am.”

You tried not to flinch at the word. You glanced at House and saw he was glaring at the waitress.

“I know they don’t pay you much,” he growled, making her turn to face him, “and obviously you didn’t get much schooling, but you must be an idiot to refer to my boyfriend as ‘ma’am’.”

He made a point of mocking the word ‘ma’am’, like a child who just learned a new nonsense word, and thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing ever to roll off their tongue. 

“I—right, I’m sorry, it’s my mistake—” She said, turning to address you now. 

“That was established.” House scoffed. 

“What can I get for you, sir?” The waitress asked a little quieter now, though you were sure it was only to avoid any more ridicule from House. 

You gave her your order—her quickly jotting it down as you said it, repeating it to the both of you to make sure she got both orders right, and quickly walking back to the kitchen.

House rolled his eyes. “Honestly, if I can’t escape idiots at work, you’d think I’d at least be able to avoid them here.”

“It’s okay.”

“Not really.”

“No, I mean…I understand why she thought…I don’t look very masculine.”

House cocked his head to the side. “Sure, maybe you don’t have a beard to make it obvious you have a mix of testosterone and the proper hormones to give some people the hint that maybe you possibly are male, but that doesn’t mean she should be rude about it.”

“She wasn’t being rude.”

“Yes, she was. You’re clearly presenting as male, she had no issue in assuming that we were two men having dinner, and did not hesitate to call you ‘sir’. She only changed when she heard her voice. Which is rude. Especially considering there could’ve been a genetic reason or medical reason for you not having a lower voice.”

“I know that, but—”

“No buts. Let her learn her lesson.”

You gave him a look. “When did you teach her a lesson?” You teased slightly.

“That she shouldn’t have just assumed what you preferred to be called. If you didn’t want to be called ‘sir’, you would’ve corrected her the first time. Or I would have.” House paused, before slightly furrowing his brow. “Besides, no one wants to be called ‘ma’am.”

MYSTICAL GOLDEN LUCK POTATO

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

someone needs to write an aaron hotchner x reader fanfic where readers pregnant and aaron’s mom comes over and she turns out to be one of “those” boy moms yk? and she keeps criticising and body shaming reader but one day aaron hears her and is like “oh hell no ain’t no one gonna talk to my wife like that” and then starts throwing hands with his mom (not literally lmao)

but yes someone pls write this 🥹 i’ll be forever grateful cuz i’m not a writer i’m a reader

🥵🥵🥵

Can I ask for your thoughts on what Saw characters like in the bedroom, like kinks and stuff? :3

of course lovely!! <3

included: Mark, Peter, Amanda, Adam

(this is my first time writing anything with Adam, hopefully i did him some justice!!)

Warnings: 18+!!!

Mark Hoffman

i think y'all know how filthy i think this man would be

kinky as shit

bondage, choking, daddy kink, cockwarming, creampies, hair pulling, corruption kink

prefers to be rough, but will be sweeter if in a relationship/genuinely cares for his partner

i also feel like he'd really like marking (ha) his partner

hickies, handprints on your ass, anything to show people that you're his

king of dirty talk

Peter Strahm

such a soft dom

loves calling his partner pretty names and praising them

very sweet unless you ask him to be rougher

(i'm picturing the scenes of him in the interrogation with Jill👀)

man certainly knows how to be rough, just really likes being sweet with his partner

i don't think Peter is super kinky, but definitely has a couple

probably a daddy and/or sir kink, over-stimulation, praise (both giving and receiving)

king of aftercare

Amanda Young

such a switch

has to hold you close the entire time

so many kisses during sex

obsessed with going down on her partner and making them feel good

loves being praised

i think Amanda would definitely be one to need an emotional connection before having sex

when she's dominant, i could honestly see her being either a hard or soft dom (depending on her mood)

gets jealous very easily (leading to jealous/angry sex👀)

when she's a sub, she's very eager to please

Adam Stanheight

absolutely a sub

type of man that begs his partner to sit on his face (aka the best kind)

loves having music on during sex

loves calling his partner mommy/daddy

so handsy, cannot keep his hands off of you, like ever

wants to die by being suffocated by his partner's thighs

loves watching you ride him

very vocal in bed (moans, whimpers, groans)

every once in a while, gets very dominant

is literally always needy, cannot get enough of his partner

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