This Is So Cutee

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My Lover Boy (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Request: "Can you write something super angsty, like the reader and Spencer have something going on, but technically, they're just friends, and then everything with Lila Archer happens? She's sad but tries not to show it to him, and he is mad at himself for getting with Lila. Derek is teasing him, and it's super angsty, but it all ends up okay."

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.

Summary: You think something is going on with Spencer, something beyond friendship. But you start to question it when a case in LA pushes Spencer to spend time with Lila Archer.

Word Count: 4.6k

TW: Angst with a happy ending. Use of some strong words. Some suggestive comments. Mention of having sex. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Thanks for the request! Keep sending them to me.

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"Hey, did you get something?" You ask Spencer when he returns to the precinct. He and Gideon were at a gallery open to obtain information for the case you are working on in LA.

Spencer shrugs. "Not really. They all were more interested in photos and the press."

"Celebrities," you huff playfully, and Spencer chuckles.

"Yeah. Something like that," Spencer agrees.

"I'm going to grab some coffee. Do you want some?" You offer, standing from where you were checking the case folders.

"Sure," Spencer accepts, sitting and grabbing a folder for himself to inspect. You pass by him and squeeze his shoulders in a gentle gesture, subtly kissing his head.

"I'll be right back," you murmur before leaving the room.

Things with Spencer have been kind of odd for a while. Sure, you still are coworkers and friends, but ultimately, it is like you both are getting to terms with the idea that something else is going on. You don't know what it is really, and neither of you has sat to talk about it.

Why? Lack of time, maybe? Fear of being misreading the signals? Both?

Whatever it is, you have been acting like nothing is happening, although you almost kissed after a bar outing two weeks ago. You would have if Morgan hadn't called Spencer when you were about to kiss outside your apartment.

After the interruption, neither of you brought up the topic again.

Now you are stuck in LA, trying to solve a case involving celebrity killings. So, of course, the media and the locals have been nailing your asses for answers.

There is no time for anything else but to try to catch the unsub as soon as possible. Hotch asked you to narrow the unsub comfort zone. It's a task that's usually assigned to Spencer, but Hotch has him tracking information from one of the possible unsub's targets: Lila Archer, an actress with a promising career ahead.

"Pretty boy now has the best assignment in this case," Derek sighs as he slumps into one of the chairs in the meeting room.

Elle and you scoff at his dramatics. Morgan points an accusing finger at you.

"If you have seen her, I'm sure you would agree with me."

Neither of you pays too much attention to Derek's tantrum and keeps working instead.

It's almost night, and when Hotch returns to the precinct with Gideon and no Spencer in sight, you raise an eyebrow.

"Where is the genius?" Elle asks.

"With Miss Archer. We need to keep an eye on her, and Reid has the rapport already," Hotch explains before asking for your progress in the task you were assigned.

How does Spencer suddenly become a bodyguard? You don't know, but don't question it. You assume Hotch knows what he's doing.

An hour later, Garcia calls, saying the cameras at Lila's property show a strange person wandering around. The fact Spencer is not answering his phone makes everyone flock out of the police station, and all of you think the unsub is trying to get into the house.

What if the unsub is already inside and hurt Spencer? Shit, you are a nervous wreck, although you try to mask it to the rest of the team.

When arriving at the house, Hotch split everyone: Morgan and Elle are assigned to the front. Hotch and you take the backyard. Gideon, with the patrols, canvass the main street.

As you approach, your heart beats faster and faster. With your gun aimed, you're ready for anything but the fact you hear laughing coming from the pool.

You are covering Hotch's back, and he is as confused as you after opening the gate.

You both see Lila getting out of the pool in a fit of laughs and Spencer, entirely clothed, inside the pool.

"Are you okay, Miss Archer?" Hotch asks, holstering his gun and checking the surroundings with his gaze.

"Oh, Agent Hotchner. I didn't know you were coming," she mentions casually, wrapping a towel around her torso.

Realizing danger isn't imminent, you holster your gun, too, and reach a hand to help Spencer.

"What the hell happened?" You ask him as you take in his drenched clothes and wet gun resting at the edge of the pool. Spencer doesn't look at you, only mumbling, "I fell."

Well, weird but not implausible, considering Spencer isn't the best-coordinated man in the world.

You help him, grabbing a towel from a chair and handing it to him. You take his gun and remove the bullets from the soaked chamber.

You want to know more about the whole situation, but before you have the chance to ask Spencer, you see Derek, Elle, and Gideon coming.

Finally, the alert came from a paparazzi who was around the house and wanted to take photographs of Lila. And regarding the pool? Lila said that she wanted a dip, and unfortunately, Dr. Reid tripped and fell.

No one says anything about it, but the looks Elle and Derek give Spencer catch your attention, as does the way Spencer avoids talking to you until you are called to return to the precinct.

Despite the incident, Lila insists Spencer stay as you continue investigating the evidence.

So you all come back to the station, minus Spencer.

You don't know why Elle instructs you to check the camera roll recovered from the paparazzi, but there you are, in a dark room, revealing what could be pieces of evidence.

What you do not expect is the kind of images that are showing before your eyes: Spencer and Lila Archer making out in the pool.

What-the-fuck?

Now, the scene you found when you arrived at the place with Hotch makes a little more sense. Spencer was entirely soaked while Lila, with a smug expression, walked into the house with a towel around her torso.

You don't know what reaction comes first. But you can recognize the deception and the way your heart shatters into a million pieces.

They were kissing. In the pool. At night. Like nothing is happening around them.

You have been working your ass to catch an unsub, and the doctor is enjoying himself with a movie star. In addition, they lied about the whole ordeal.

The tears pool in your eyes, but you are fighting not to let them fall. Not here. Not for Spencer. Not for anyone.

Why bother, anyway? You are just friends.

What? Will you ask him for an explanation?

It's not your place, even if you thought something was going on between you both.

How stupid you are. You don't stand a chance with him. Spencer only sees you as friend material.

With the entire film revealed, you shove the photos into a manila folder and leave the dark room.

Elle raises an eyebrow when she spots you walking toward her. You throw the folder over the table.

"Here's what you asked me for," you say in a harsh tone before turning around and walking out of the precinct. Elle doesn't say anything and doesn't need to open the folder to know what's going on.

When the team moves to Lila's house again a few hours later, already knowing who the unsub is, you stay behind in connection to Garcia to coordinate at the police station. You don't need to be there again.

You won't get exposed to see Spencer and Lila together.

Early in the morning, with the killer in custody and Lila Archer safe, you are ready to come back to Virginia.

During the flight, you seclude yourself in the farthest seat, headphones on and eyes closed. It works. No one disturbs you.

But you fail to notice Spencer's eyes on you the entire time.

After touching down, Hotch gathers you in the office to do the debriefing when you only want to go home.

Spencer tries to talk to you a few times, but you slip away from him every time, using whatever excuse not to speak.

Finally, Hotch officially closes the case and sends you home with two days off. Without saying goodbye to anyone, and with your heart broken, you run out of the BAU.

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Spencer looks for you when he exits the conference room, but you're already gone. His guts tell him something happened to you, and he is worried. Usually, you're open to talking to him, and with this thing going on between you both, Spencer doesn't know how to ask you about it. But even if he wants to do that, he needs to have you in the same room first.

And that will only happen once you are back at the BAU in two days.

He thinks maybe he should go to your place but refrains from the idea. Perhaps you're just tired, and he doesn't want to make it worse.

He doesn't know you sulked in your apartment the entire time, and when you all return to work two days later, you are not still talking to him.

Spencer trails behind you like a lost puppy. He tries to make some conversation with you every chance he gets, but you avoid him like the plague. Spencer still doesn't know why you're acting so cold with him, so he goes to someone who might know: Elle.

Spencer walks to her desk, ready to get some kind of answers.

"What is it, Reid?" Elle asks without looking at him. Spencer clears his throat.

"Do you know if something happened to her?" he questions, referring to you. Elle rolls her eyes in annoyance before lifting her gaze to him.

"Are you kidding me right now, Reid?"

Spencer frowns in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Huffing, Elle digs through the stack of folders on her desk, pulls out the one with the photos you developed, and passes it on to Spencer.

"Serve yourself, genius."

Spencer proceeds to check what is inside, and his cheeks immediately start to burn.

"She - she saw these?" Spencer stutters. Elle pulls a face.

"If she saw these? She developed the camera roll and gave these to me."

Spencer wants to die. It makes perfect sense, but that means he screwed it up.

"Why did she do that?! I mean, no one else could have done it?"

"I asked her to," Elle says, folding her arms over her chest.

"Why did you do that?!" Spencer squeals.

It doesn't matter why, but he still can't believe you saw everything. Spencer knows it was wrong to kiss Lila back, but for him, it didn't mean anything. His heart already belongs to you, even if he hasn't told you yet.

"What did I know that she would find out photos of you and Lila sucking each other's faces? I thought there were only pictures of Miss Startlet swimming and you stupidly falling into the pool. Isn't that you told me happened?"

Spencer Reid has rarely been left speechless, but this is one of them. A mixture of shame, regret, and anger at himself makes his stomach churn, and he wants to dig a hole to disappear.

He needs to explain to you what happened. But how could he approach the subject? You and Spencer are friends in the first place, and he didn't tell you what really happened in that pool. You had to see it for yourself in those pictures.

And thinking about your 'situationship' makes it even worse.

Spencer leaves Elle's desk, thinking about what to say and looking for the best moment to talk to you. But luck isn't by his side: in mid-morning, Hotch announced there is a case.

At least it's local this time.

In the afternoon, he spots you walking alone in one of the hallways. It's now or never, he thinks.

"(Y/N), wait!"

Hearing your name, you reluctantly turn only to see Spencer jogging to catch up with you. You want to turn again and leave, but it won't be subtle if you do that.

"What is it, Spencer? There is something about the case?" You ask flatly. Spencer knows you know it isn't about the case, but he has to assume you don't.

"I - uh. No. It's not the case. I - I just want to make sure you are okay?" His voice is wary, and the fidgeting of his hands is a tale-telling that he's nervous.

"I'm okay. I'm great, actually," you say, faking cheerfulness. Your patience runs thin, and Spencer isn't helping.

He frowns, knowing what you are doing.

"Don't be like that. I really wanted to make sure you are okay," he mumbles shyly. You cross your arms over your chest—a defiant look in your eyes.

"And why I wouldn't, uh? Something bad happened to me? There is a single reason why I shouldn't be okay?"

Spencer contemplates his response for a second. How does he say it in a way that does not sound self-centered?

"I don't know. You haven't talked to me since the last case in LA."

Spencer opts to bring up the obvious and let the overwhelming evidence out of this for now.

"And that bothers you?" You ask in a disbelief tone.

Spencer knows this isn't working.

Damn to his inability to lead meaningful interactions when he needs to.

"Yes! I mean, we - we're friends. You can tell me if something is going on."

The friend card. Spencer thinks it's the safest approach. But he's wrong. You laugh humorlessly.

"Honestly, Spencer? I don't know if we are friends anymore."

Your tone tries to be cold, but behind it, there is a tiny wavering you try to suppress at all costs.

"What? Why are you saying that?"

That's the limit Spencer reaches and pushes you to snap.

"Because friends don't lie to each other! When I asked you what happened at Lila's house, you lied to me!"

Spencer gulps because he knows you are right.

That is what he needed to say first, and not have to wait until you were who threw it at him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, gazing at his feet.

And then again, the guilt, the embarrassment.

Why did he do it? He isn't attracted to Lila. Why did he kiss her back?

"Yeah, me too. But you know? I'm glad. I'm glad you finally found someone and that now I know where I stand."

It hurts you to say the words. Spencer can see the crack in your demeanor, and he is the one to blame.

"What? No! No, I'm not- I didn't find someone," he chimes in an attempt to clear this up. "It's not what you think."

"Isn't? I saw the pictures, Spencer. I developed them myself. I know what I saw."

"She kissed me!" Spencer exclaims, trying to get afloat because he feels he's drowning.

"So what? If that's the case, you kissed her back!" You spat, angry at the lame explanation coming from Spencer's mouth.

"It was a mistake! I shouldn't have done that! You have to believe me."

Spencer tries to take hold of your hand, but you don't let him, yanking your arm and keeping your distance from him.

"Why do you think it's a mistake? Uh? She's pretty, almost famous, she's into you. I don't think it is," you start, and Spencer frowns. "What I can't understand is why you didn't tell me the truth before I could find out from those goddamn photos. What did you expect? That I would criticize you? What would bother me about your love adventures in Hollywood? You said it yourself: we're just friends."

"(Y/N), please," Spencer tries to get to you but is to no avail.

"It's your fucking life, Spencer. Do what you want with it! But let me out of it."

Without another word, you storm out to who knows where but far away from him.

Spencer knows he fucked up big this time. And his attempt at apology made things only worse.

He didn't see you for the rest of the case. Spencer assumed you secluded yourself in Garcia's office.

From his spot at his desk, he can only see Elle's disapproving look.

There is no reasonable reason for what he did, and that consumes Spencer's brain. He doesn't like Lila. He has been pining for you long enough to be sure he loves you.

'Men are men,' Elle usually says when Derek brags about his conquests. Spencer always felt proud of not being that way. And what happens when a pretty actress jumps at him? He goes with it. Elle is right, then. He is like any other man.

The question is if he will do something to gain your trust - and affection - back. How can he fix this?

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A whole week has passed since the case in LA. The BAU looks pretty much the same as always, if not for the fact you only talk to Spencer when it is strictly necessary. The team doesn't pick up much of it, though. Only Elle knows what's going on, but she won't pester you with questions or unrequited advice.

Spencer is doing nothing extra to call your attention, although you can feel his eyes on you sometimes during the day. But you assume he got your message, and he'll go on with his life.

The problem is you can't bring yourself to do the same. You know your chances with Spencer are a past thing, but your heart still doesn't get the memo. And you try, really try to be neutral, professional, and collected. It works in the majority because nobody asks questions or refers to what happened in LA.

But the state of 'everything is fine' in you is fragile, and you know that.

It's Friday afternoon, and everyone wants to end their reports to go finally home. You see Spencer from the corner of your eyes. He is deep-writing in what you assume are the details from the last case. Elle is doing the same. You are trying to focus on your work, but the tiredness makes you go slower than you want.

Suddenly, the glass doors open to reveal a grinning Derek Morgan walking straight to Spencer's desk with something under his arm. It looks like a newspaper.

"Hey, lover boy!" Derek claps Spencer's back with a shit-eaten smirk plastered on his face. Spencer looks up at Derek with a frown. "Don't look at me like that Casanova. You are the one who didn't tell me about your little something with Miss Starlet."

Morgan places a newspaper he's carrying on Reid's desk. The cover is a photo of him making out with Lila Archer.

"W- what?" Spencer stutters as his cheeks redden. His eyes quickly move from the newspaper to find yours, and you only want to disappear. Averting his gaze, you try to focus again on the file you are reading. Elle rolls her eyes from her desk.

"My man! You slept with her that night, didn't you?"

"Morgan, stop," Spencer pleads, but Derek doesn't relent, even when the air in the room becomes way thick in instants.

"You can tell me! Is she good? I bet she is-"

"Morgan, no!" Spencer's high-pitched voice tries to make Morgan shut up.

"Come on, give me something pretty boy. She is wild in bed, doesn't she? How many hickeys did she leave on you?"

You actually cringe at Morgan's words. The sole idea of Lila and Spencer sleeping together makes you sick to your stomach.

You're about seconds to stand and get out.

Elle, who is observing the whole scenario - thing Derek doesn't - huffs in irritation.

"Why don't you and lover boy go to spill your gut about your sex life out of here? We are trying to work if you didn't notice."

Morgan frowns. Usually, Elle backs up his teasing to Spencer. But when he is about to say something again, you're - not so subtly - grabbing your things and storming out from the bullpen.

Your collected attitude goes out of the window.

All of them be damned, you think.

Spencer is standing right away to chase after you, leaving Morgan with a confused look, silently asking Elle what the hell just happened.

"I am only going to say that you are a total asshole, Derek Morgan," Elle states before returning to her files.

Meanwhile, you're pressing the elevator button, and you can feel Spencer rapidly nearing you.

“(Y/N)! Please, wait!"

When he's by your side, you intentionally look to another way.

"Not now, Spencer. Just let me go."

Just let me go. That statement has more meaning than the explicit one you're voicing.

"Morgan is only messing with me. I didn't sleep with her."

Spencer thinks blurting the truth will be enough to stop you from running away from him. But things are already more complicated than that.

"It doesn't matter, Spencer. Now, let me go."

Your insistence is more like an agonizing plea. You're so tired. There is no fight you want to engage in right now. You think you won this time when the elevator doors open, but it's short-lived as you see Spencer stepping inside as well.

"No! It does matter!"

The elevator doors close, and now only are you and him.

"Why? Uh? Why is it so important for you to tell me this?"

Your sudden raised voice takes Spencer aback. You're pissed off.

"Because - because it is the truth!" He defends.

And maybe he's right. Perhaps he didn't sleep with Lila, but your heart is already broken, and you only need space to get used to the idea and heal.

"Spencer. I already told you you don't owe me an explanation. Truth or not, it is not my business anyway."

Your tone is not angry but deflated, exhausted. Your gaze drops to the floor.

Spencer wants to scream; there is so much in his chest to say, but his brain doesn't cooperate in spilling something coherent.

"But I want it to be!" He decides to say, and he gets you to look at him again.

"What? are you talking about?"

"I want it - I want it to be your business," Spencer repeats, and you don't know what to say; you don't even know what he means.

The elevator dings and the door opens. You both stand there for a second, frozen after what looks like a confession. Or not. You're not sure.

"You don't know what you are saying," you mumble, deciding to move and pass him to walk into the parking garage.

"I know I should have said this before," Spencer continues walking after you. "I know I should have said something that night when we almost kissed. I regret I didn't."

You stop when he mentions that night. At this point, you thought he didn't care, and it didn't mean anything to him.

"Nothing happened that night," you say bitterly.

"But it should have. Don't tell me you didn't feel it," Spencer poses a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning away again. Your eyes fill with tears, but you're fighting not to let them fall.

"And what if I did? It doesn't change anything," you shrug, a painful look in your eyes.

"It does! Because I love you and I do really want to make it up to you. I want you back. I want to amend the hurt I caused you for my stupidity."

Did he say 'I love you'? That takes you aback.

"Spencer-"

"I know I messed up. I know it was stupid to kiss Lila back. It doesn't matter if she did it first or not; you're right. But believe me, it didn't mean anything to me because she was not you. She is not you and will never be."

"You're confusing things," you shake your head, still not giving credit to his confession.

"After our fight the other day, I really thought about stepping back and leaving you alone. I have been torturing myself all week trying to conceive a life without you on it, mourning the lost of our friendship, and above all, mourning the lost of the prospect of to be your person, and you to be mine."

You can't keep your tears at bay anymore, so you let them free. Spencer cups your cheeks, and you can see tears in his eyes, too.

"But I can't. I can't let you go. Not without telling you the truth. And if you don't feel the same, that's okay; I won't push any further, and I'll leave you alone."

You can't tell him that you don't feel the same way because that would be the biggest lie in the universe. You are also sure that you love him, and that is why this situation has broken you so much.

You blink away some of your tears as Spencer looks at you, trying to read the truth in you.

"I think I have been in love with you since ever," you blurt out, with a half sob and half chuckle. "And I felt so heartbroken seeing you kissing her, and now Derek comes suggesting-" you trail off.

"Hey, don't think about that. I messed up, and I didn't say anything earlier because, to me, it didn't mean anything. I'm so sorry," Spencer apologizes, running his thumbs under your eyes to wipe some of your tears.

"How can - how can we start over?" you ask him shyly but hopefully. Spencer hastens to reply.

"The way you want it. If you want time to think, or if you want us to go slow, we can do that. If you wish to, can we go on a date first? Officially, a date? We can do that," Spencer rambles, and you smile for real for the first time in weeks.

"Yeah, we can go on a date, officially a date," you concede, and Spencer can't contain his excitement. "But, can I ask you for something first?"

"Of course. Just name it," Spencer says as his hands rub your shoulders lovingly.

"Can you kiss me now?" You request, with the most faked innocent look you can muster, making Spencer laugh.

"I can do that," he nods, looking at you intensely, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. Then Spencer leans down, closing his eyes at midway. You wait with batted breath until finally, his lips softly touch yours.

It's a tentative, sweet kiss. Your arms go up Spencer's shoulders until they land on his neck. His hands fall to your hips to pull you closer as the kiss deepens. It's no longer exploratory; it's hungry, messy, passionate, and you couldn't have wanted it any other way. You're sure this kiss is a thousand times better than the one he had with Lila, and Spencer completely agrees with that assessment because it's you.

That makes it perfect.

It's the need for air that makes you part after a while.

"Wow," you both say at the same time, starting to laugh like teenagers and trying to catch your breath.

When the laugh subsides, you narrow your eyes in contemplation and Spencer's eyebrow furrow.

"What?" he asks, and you look at him—a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"We agreed to a date first, right?" you ask, and Spencer nods.

"What if we skip that and make up for the lost time? What do you say, my lover boy?" you suggest, with a playful smirk on your face. Spencer's cheeks flush, but he is definitively excited with the idea. He quickly grabs your hand and runs with you to your car.

There is a lot to make it up, he agrees.

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— ILL NEVER LOVE ANYONE THE SAME

— BF.ᐟ HAMZAH HEADCANON'S ; pre-relationship + relationship (nsfw included)

⌖ fem! reader, ambiguous race, any size reader, asks and requests are open !! ♡ MINORS DNI.

cw. steamy making out, oral sēx, handjobs, mentions of anal, cockwarming, lowkey sub hamzah.. mentions of 69 position + doggy.

wc. 2,324

NOTE FROM SANA; hello cutie's, This is my first time posting something like this. I know I made a post earlier saying it was going out later that day, but I took a phat nap, and now it's 11:54 p.m. and I'm trying to post this. 😭 I appreciate all the follows I've been getting; it gave me more motivation to get up and finish this fic. you guys have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing would really appreciate it  !! While in the process of making this, didn't know what I wanted to put as the title since I am really bad at coming up with them so I decided to just use a song lyric like most writers do. while writing I was listening to using you by mars argo and yahhh ok sorry for yapping I hope you enjoy ♡︎ reblogs are appreciated !!

⸝⸝⸝ You and Mandy were close friends throughout middle and highschool, but drifted apart when you went to college in the States. Despite keeping in touch, you only reconnected after you had both graduated college and she had settled down with her own place. Mandy shared about her life with her loving boyfriend Martin and his YouTube channel, her dream job as a nurse, and how much she missed you. After weeks of texting and talking to Mandy on the phone the feeling of homesickness set it and you returned to Canada and stayed with her until you could find your own place. No one could have predicted that moving back home would lead to you meeting the love of your life.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

- You didn’t end up meeting Hamzah until after you had moved in.

- The first time you met him, he had come over to film a video (the great slushy bake-off).

- When you first saw him, you literally couldn’t breathe. You had never yearned for a man so much in your life.

- His ass couldn’t even hold a solid conversation with you, always giving you one-word responses.

- Every single interaction with him is actually so awkward that it hurts. Even Martin is cringing.

- One night he was over, and you had gotten up to smoke, and he had asked if he could join you.

- You thought it would be a one time thing.

- Boy were you wrong.

- From then on, you guys smoked together every time he was over, and honestly, you didn’t mind. You enjoyed his company a lot, maybe too much…

- During this time, he really got to know you, and you were both surprised at how much you had in common.

- His late-night hangouts with you quickly became his favorite part of the day.

- He would impatiently wait for you to ask him to join you on the balcony, to the point where he would just ask you instead.

- That’s how much he craved your presence.

- He was addicted to you; he loved your humor, the way you look at him when you’re passing the blunt back and forth, and the way he could taste your strawberry lipgloss every time he wrapped his soft lips around the filter.

- and one night after smoking a little too much, you got cold, and you both ended up snuggling on the balcony, talking about life and being vulnerable with one another.

- That night pulled you closer, and you began spending time with one another outside of when he came over to the house.

- Whether it be out to eat, at his house when he was editing, going to the mall, or just to smoke together.

- He would always buy you little things and snacks whenever he was out with Martin or just shopping for himself.

- He was always thinking about you. (He would always get you something when they did mukbangs)

- You had also starred in some videos, always in the background joking with them, and have also been a guest on the pod a few times.

- Some pod episodes would just be with you and Hamzah, and those were the fans favorites.

- Everyone could definitely sense some stuff between you, but let’s not say...

- One time Martin was sick and they still needed to film a video, and they had asked you to be Martin's replacement.

- The running gag of the video was that you were Martin, and you were addressed as such.

- y’all were flirting so hard in that video, it was gross. but the slushies loved it.

- After 2 months of constant talking, hanging out, and sharing moments that friends definitely don’t share,

- Hamzah finally asks you out (with pressure from Mandy and Martin because they literally couldn’t stand you not being together)

- You two were at his place, just got done smoking, and were cuddled up on the couch waiting for your DoorDash order.

- He had his hands on the back of your head, just playing with your hair, and your cheek was pressed up against his chest.

- The show on TV is going unwatched.

- He doesn’t know what possessed him to admit his feelings.

- Maybe it was the weed?

- Or all the times he had imagined himself being yours and you being his.

- or was it the feeling of your fingers running up and down his back and how cute you look laying on his chest, so content?

- Was it the way you have a tiny smile on your lips and how your lashes rest against your plump cheeks?

- Definitely not the weed.

- He confessed his love and how he couldn’t handle just being your friend. His voice was cracking, asking you to be his, burrying his curly head into your neck and kissing softly at your collarbone.

- It was almost like he was pleading for you to say that you also feel the same.

- And you did, because, like, why wouldn’t you? Have you seen him?!!3$/7/

- You were so excited, you felt like you were going to throw up.

- Obviously, you guys shared your first kiss, which ended up becoming a make-out session.

- You would’ve stayed the night if you didn’t have work the next day, and you ended up going home high on life and eager to tell Mandy about everything.

- She was disgusted that you chose Hamzah out of all the people, but she was happy to see how giddy you were talking about him.

- That night, you went to bed feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

RELATIONSHIP

- The day after you guys became official, the first thing he did was post a butt ugly picture of you on his story (probably that fuckass baby filter) with some heart eyes.

- He is actually so clingy that you cannot leave his side for one second.

- Thankfully, in public, he is more tame, but he always has a hand or arm around or on you at all times, like, ma'am, is this man bothering you?…

- You guys always play video games together, and most of the time you carry him because he kind of sucks. (especially in Fortnite..)

- One time while playing sims on the computer, you added yourself to mandy's game file and made it so you and Hamzah were married and had a baby :3

- He loves when you play with his hair, especially after he gets a haircut. He turns into putty.

- Somehow, he always finds a way to bring you up and talk about you.

- He’ll be talking to someone, and they mention something that he knows you like and say, ‘Oh yeah, my girlfriend loves that’ or ‘you know my girlfriend said the same thing’

- Or just start telling stories about you.

- He especially does it with Martin since Martin would always bring up Mandy; it’s kind of like revenge.

- He is always in competition with Martin about who has the better girlfriend.

- And for some reason, ever since you got together, he got more irresistible, which you didn’t even think was possible.

- It has you biting your fist and screaming and crying when you realize that other people also find your boyfriend attractive.

- But at the same time, you also repost Hamzah edits and comment on them because the fans are just so real and they get you.

- He loves to send pictures all the time and just update you on what he is doing whenever you’re not together. He always wants you to feel included in whatever he’s getting into (mostly because he misses you).

- Like, you’ll be at work having a bad day, and he just sends a picture of him and Peter saying that he misses you.

- About 5 months into your guy's relationship, you ended up moving in with him even though you practically lived there because you’re literally there 24/7.

- His attachment issues got worse once you moved in.

- He didn’t even want to go to Martins to film, but you always ended up forcing him to go and tagging along because you wanted some much-needed girl time with Mandy.

- He loves your cooking and will literally gobble up anything you put in front of him.

- You always try to fatten him up because, girl, his thighs are like your favorite thing about him.

- Speaking of thighs, you always love sitting on his lap. Even if there are chairs available to you, you always choose to sit on him.

- and sometimes he even sits on your lap.

- You love the feeling of all his weight on you and the way his thighs expand. You always rub your hands up and down them when he sits on you; it gets him so nervous.

- He is a little spoon always.

- He loves having matching outfits.

- When Martin and Mandy invited you both on the trip to Curaçao, you guys were ecstatic; it was your first trip together. And all he could think about was being in a beautiful place with his pretty girl.

- He took you shopping to get matching swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and outfits the moment you said you would go on the trip with them.

- He definitely bought you matching camo pants, and he loves sharing his clothes with you. He thinks you look so cute and smell like him.

- He was obsessed with the way the curaçao sun kissed your skin; it was almost hypnotic.

- You took so many pictures of him, like your phone never left your hands. Your camera app was the only app open on your phone

- When he and Martin were having a dance off and he was in that black sleeveless shirt, oh my god...

- He also never stopped taking pictures of you, and for some reason they’re all mediocre or bad photos, and he swears you don’t look as bad as you say you do.

- Like, boy, you captured all four of my chins and that pimple on my back? What are you talking about..

- You guys barely saw Mandy and Martin, which you weren’t complaining about. You and Hamzah mostly spent time at the beach and laid with each other, enjoying the scenery.

- When he and Martin filmed the iguana mukbang, he made sure to take you back to all the places he visited so he could experience it a second time with his other best friend (you!).

- He especially wanted you to try the donuts from that one shop.

- You always make tik-tok videos with him, like you’ll set up the phone before even telling him; he can’t even register that you’re filming him, and he’s just in the background farting and picking his nose.

- He is a certified shit talker and will always take your side, even if he thinks you’re in the wrong

- he loves when you come home from work, excited to tell him the deets about the drama at work

- He knows co-worker names and every single detail about their lives but has never even seen their faces.

- and he is especially invested when the drama includes you. He actually gets so mean you’ve never seen him act like this

- He’s like, "There's no way she’s talking when her husband literally cheated on her with her mother like a girl gets a life,” and you’re both just sitting there agreeing with each other looking like that one duck gif

- just two dumb bitches enabling eachothers behavior

- He’s actually so sassy and will roll his eyes when you say it’s too hot to cuddle or you’re busy with something and you need for him to wait.

- You guys will actually be in a sass war, and he ALWAYS wins, and you ignore him because he can get mean, so you usually give him the silent treatment (you’re not actually mad).

- But it usually ends with him whining for forgiveness and a bunch of kisses and cuddles.

- He’s always carrying stuff for you in his pockets, like your favorite strawberry lipgloss, extra claw clip, your favorite snacks + extra charger cause you always forget to charge your phone before leaving.

- He’s a really good listener. Even when you think he’s not paying attention to your nonstop yapping, he’s always picking up on the little things

- He is the absolute worst when he is drunk, like he’s actually so attached to you he might as well be in your skin, and he’s actually upset he can’t be inside you

- you love when he comes back from the gym cause he just stinks so good.

- You two have matched each others freak..

NSFW

- Hamzah is a MUNCH.

- Man loves being in between your thighs, and honestly, you’re not mad about it

- The way you moan and squeal as the tip of his nose nudges your puffy clit can keep him going for hours

- He loves when you tug on his hair

- The way your hands immediately grab his curls to push him even deeper has him grinding against the bed and his grip against your thighs tingling into painful pleasure that always leaves the prettiest bruises ♡

- He is obsessed with handjobs

-The first time you guys had sēx, you were sitting on his lap, passing the pipe back and forth

-and he just looks so gorgeous when he smokes, and for some reason, you couldn't take it any longer and began kissing down his neck, your hands playing in his hair, and teasingly grinding against him

- His dick got painfully hard, and the pipe forgotten

- your hands trailed down his abdomen, soft hands pulled his thick cock out of his boxers, your eyes blown with lust, mesmerized by the way his creamy tip bubbles with pre

- You pump his cock so deliciously that it has him crying. He genuinely cannot get himself off after getting with you

- That’s when you learned about how Whiney and how much of a baby your big boyfriend turns into when he’s under your touch

- His favorite positions are 69, doggy and missionary :3

- missionary being his number one because he loves to hold your hands as his cock plows your chubby pussy

- He is also weirdly obsessed with your ass; he loves to grab and squeeze the plump flesh, hence his second fav position being doggy

- Hands are always on your ass inside and outside the bedroom he dgaf

- He’s obsessed with the way your ass slams down on his hips when you’re riding him ^.^

- He feels like he’s going to break, and he just can’t get enough of the pap pap pap your ass makes when it meets his pelvis

- the sound of your guys cream mixing together, creating a noisy and messy midsection that always has him hypnotized and asking for more

- He’d definitely suggest anal

- You definitely have more control in the bedroom than he does.

- Most of the time, you initiate sex because he’s always looking so delicious, and of course he accepts it every time because who is he to deny his pretty girl?

- Cockwarming is his favorite thing ever.

- He sees it as a bonding moment where you too are just cuddled up doing your own things, showing each other stupid ass videos while he’s inside you trying not to explode

- He’s had a bad day. Cockwarm him.

- He’s editing a video? Cockwarm him.

- He wants to nap after sex. COCK. WARM. HIM.

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babe wake up october 2024 just dropped

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he’s so fine bro

a/n: yall asked so i gave!! within the same 24 hours too, crazy.

warnings/content ahead: smut, fluff, suggestive, cutesy stuff, sexual stuff, and all in between, lmk if i miss anything

TOUCHY!MATT HEADCANONS

touchy!matt, who would always catch you in the quietest of times. it would be midnight as you stood in the middle of the kitchen, frozen in place as you checked something on your phone. matt feeling the lack of presence from his bed since you got up, tiredly creeping up from behind you, slowly planting wet delicate kisses on your neck in sleepiness.

touchy!matt, who made sure to brush flimsy hair out of your face when you were talking to him, wanting to see nothing but your eyes in the way, his fingers slowly brushing against your skin as he listened to you attentively.

touchy!matt, who held tightly onto your hands durring stressful situations that would bug him, or you. when something was wrong with either one of you guys, he'd be the first to grab ahold of your hands, providing comfort to the both of you. a silent way of saying he was there for you, vice versa.

touchy!matt, who would nudge his head into the crook of your neck when he was sleepy, feeling his breath fan onto your skin as he breathed in your scent.

touchy!matt, who would spoon you when he already found you asleep, wanting nothing more than to fall into slumber alongside you, intertwined.

touchy!matt, who, when walking too long, say at a mall, notices how bad your feet ached, your limps getting worse as he winced, offering to carry you home. whether it was a piggyback or bridal style, it always took you by surprise just how far he was willing to go so you wouldn't hurt.

touchy!matt, who wanted to lay his head on your lap everytime you watched movies together.

touchy!matt, who loves to say how much he hated the corny shit couples would do, but when the music was just right, and it was late at night, he would jokenly take your hands for a slow dance.

at first you two trip over each other's feet with laughter, but the minute flies, and next thing you knew, you two were swaying against the rhythm of the music, your hands intertwined with the other as he swallowed, lifting his hand to twirl you around, pulling you back in as you rested the side of your head on his chest, continuing to sway to the song.

touchy!matt, who loved giving you forehead kisses, planting them on your head every morning and night, soothing your hair back.

touchy!matt, who craved hugs from you every 4-5 business days, the ones where he crawls on top of you in bed, crushing you so tightly and held it, wanting to feel you chest to chest with him, loving the steady beat of your hearts thumping against each other.

touchy!matt, who would specifically kiss the tiny freckles, moles, or birthmarks on your body, it didn't matter where they were, he wanted even the indifferent parts of your body to feel whole, and his.

touchy!matt, who would always guide your palm to his dick, using your hands to show you just how much he needed you.

touchy!matt, whose favorite position is missionary, loving to see your pretty face scrunch up and whimper because of him, wanting to see the expressions that slipped from your grasp because of him.

touchy!matt, who would eat your tits whole, if he could. spreading open mouthed kisses on them all the way down your stomach, feeling your hand instinctively grip onto his hair when he'd bring his kisses lower.

touchy!matt, who'd chuckle at your neediness for more of his tongue, sending soft vibration through your cunt.

touchy!matt, who would bite your lip when he got desperate when making out. when you'd pull away gasping for air, he'd only just drag your bottom lip back to him with his teeth, needing more of you.

touchy!matt, who'd lock both your hands over your head as he rams into you, his hands pressing against your hand hard on the bedsheets, sliding his fingers past his palms and through the separations of your fingers, interwhining them as his speed quickens and your moans get louder.

touchy!matt, who was also a sucker for slow, intimate and sloppy sex. the kind that leaves you sweaty and full of thoughts, the kind where he can take his time and lick every part of your body, taking his time to memorize every inch with it.

touchy!matt, who would get whiny and bratty if you ignored him for too long, petty enough to return the favor, which would only piss you off more. he didn't like seeing you angry, but oh how he loved it.

touchy!matt, who traces the lines of your lips with his fingers.

touchy!matt, who is on the edge of getting a tattoo decicated to you.

touchy!matt, who acts like he doesn't know about your fantasies of wanting to ride his nose.

touchy!matt, who always felt like he wanted to dig himself into your skin and wear you like a cloak.

"yeah, i think you've brought that up once or twice, matt."

"i just want to put you on and zip you up, maybe when im inside you i could finally feel close enough to you." he rambles.

"i could think of a few way you could put yourself inside me." you blinked up at him.

(chris's version here)

warnings ; toxic references, degradation

”pretty thing ain’t ya pogue” rafe hissed in your ear — fat tip pushing in your sopping pussy. his hickies all over your body, which he had you bent over his couch cushion like a rag doll. thighs jerked around his waist, your tits pressed against the plush couch as his dick slid into your puffy walls

“and fuckin’ tight,” rafes words were so filthy you uncontrollably clenched around his cock. sucking him in even deeper and yet pushing him out. he grunted in response. “fucking do that again and ‘m cumming inside you - damn you want that don’t you baby?” his hand pulled your forehead so you were looking at him — the mere size of his cock making water pool in your lash line. his slow, taunting thrusts left your mind deliciously blank.

“c-cameron we auh auh- cant!” the fact you even got it out surprised you both, yet only made the bastard smirk. “sure I can, you don’t have a say baby’ I’m doing you a favor slut, let’s not forget that, yea’?” a moan slipped from your lips as his hips began to slap into your ass — many moans as he pushed down on your back, thrusting your hips up even higher he hit your sweet spot perfectly “god, such a fucking shame your a pogue, prettiest slut I’ve ever seen. never had kook cock have you, mhm?” you knew he was enjoying the taunts far to much, but his heavy balls slapping against your clit truly blurred out any scoffs you could have resided to. instead being replaced by dirty gasps and moans — all falling from your drool kissed lips. it was answer enough — and he fucking loved it.

“good cause’ mines the only one you’ll ever gonna have, pogue” the words disappeared in your mind before they even set it, the feeling of his tip thrusting right into your g spot triggered your electric laced climax. cunt walls quivering around his dick — balls deep in your squelching pussy.

“p-pull out” you tried to manage — your blurry tinged head barely doing anything to truly protest. it just felt so good.

in an instant, he pried your legs from his waist and pushed your hips down onto the couch — prone boning you from the back as you felt him lick a strike up the side of your neck. “don’t tell a kook what to do baby” the words almost registered right before he slammed to the hilt once more — his tip twitched against your cervix, a deep groan leaving his throat as his cum leaked down your clenching cunt. “f-fuck you rafe” you panted. feeling him collapse gently on top of you, peeling your sweat brimmed hair from your neck as he layed another purple mark. “your hot when your mad, pogue,” you gasped as he kneeled behind you — thrusting his cum deeper into you, holding it in. “but say it again sweetheart and I’ll make sure every one of your filthy fucking friends knows you belong to me,” you were exhausted — and yet his greedy fingers found your clit, circling it just to prove his point. so sensitive from the touch you bucked against him. “none of them fuck you like I do, do they baby? yea’ none of them ever fuckin’ will”

a/n : toxic rafe just does things to me… carnally. I needed to write a quick blurb lmao. imagining he saw you at a party and well… it’s rafe hehe