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I went on an adventure today to return a pillow to IKEA with my coworker Astrid.
We were having a nice day and got stuck in traffic coming home. On the way her phone rang and she was driving so she declined the call with a sigh. âI feel so bad for him,â she said.
âYou know that number?â
She did. It turns out her phone number had previously belonged to a woman named Serena. The man calling was her dad. He had Alzheimerâs and didnât remember his daughter was dead, so he just called the number he knew was hers.
I was stricken to hear this. âDo you talk to him?â
âYeah. Sometimes he thinks Iâm her and we talk. I have a notebook with facts Iâve learned about her so I can connect with him better. Sometimes he knows Iâm not her and I say Iâm her friend.â
I struggled with the beauty and humanity of this for a moment. âWhatâs his name?â
âI donât know; I just call him Dad.â
We sat in silence and I was overwhelmed with feelings. That she was so kind and thoughtful about this random connection. A man who called and spoke to her with love for the daughter he missed.
"One time," she added, "he called me just after I had a difficult day with my mom. I knew Serena and her mom had a rocky relationship so I talked to him about my frustrations with my own mother and he gave the following advice: âEveryone fails sometimes, even parents; what's important is to communicate with our loved ones, even when it's difficult.â
âI have never forgotten that advice and it healed a portion of my heart."
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Some may be apprehensive that Severance wonât portray Markâs interaction with Helena in the tent as the sexual assault it was. But not only will they â they already are.
Markâs behavior toward Helly has completely changed. He doesnât sit next to her at Irvingâs funeral. He shuts down attempts at conversation with offhand, vague snarky comments and a defiantly blank facial expression. When Helly knocks on the door to the bathroom, his eyes dart around like an animal cornered. Where he once would have slowed down for her in the hallway so they could talk, he walks much faster ahead. Heâs trying as hard as possible to avoid her. To ignore her. To run away.
Now contrast this with his treatment of âHellyâ when she first walked out of the elevator in season two. He waited for her to arrive! He was so relieved sheâd come back! And when they were walking down that hallway and he was explaining the situation with Ms. Casey, he stopped mid-stride, turned to her with a smile on his face, and said âLook, Hellyââ
He never got to finish that sentence. But some say he was going to confess that though his outie had a wife, his affections lay with her. And I think theyâre right.
So why is he acting so differently now? The answer is obvious: âBecause they are smarter than us, okay? They know everything.â
After the assault, Mark likely feels like a complete idiot. He spent so much of season one deconstructing his beliefs and breaking free from Lumonâs propaganda. And the minute he believes heâs immune to their lies and no longer a corporate slave, he is taken advantage of and hoodwinked by the very figurehead of said company, masking as someone he loves.
A symbol of Lumon convinced him he was safe. Tricked him. Invaded him in the most intimate way possible, with him completely oblivious, âlike an idiot.â Right when he thought everything might be okay.
So maybe Lumonâs right. Maybe thereâs no point in fighting. Because if he was stupid enough to not realize his own friend was being possessed by her billionaire doppelgĂ€nger, then maybe Lumon is correct about innies being nothing more than pawns. Maybe they are people, and he really is⊠not. (Thatâs how Helena treated him, anyway.)
And if thatâs the case, of course he wants to give up looking for Ms. Casey and lose himself in work! For a moment he thought he was a human being, deserving of autonomy over his own body and capable of something more than sitting behind a desk â but his assault sends that all crashing down. He is an extension of his outie, made for work and nothing more. Going beyond that gets dangerous. Thatâs what got Irving killed⊠and him in Helenaâs tent. And Helly? He cannot trust Helly. As far as he knows, his only confirmed moment with Helly since the OTC was when he was holding her in his arms, his jacket wrapped around her shoulders. Why should it be Helly coming back to the severed floor? If Helena could trick him before, who says she canât learn from her past mistakes and trick him again over and over? Mark refuses to be humiliated and hurt after last time, so he avoids her (and Dylan!) and puts up a barrier of cool, snarky indifference â just like how he deals with grief.
But we know that indifference is a mask. When Milchick walked out of the elevator after revealing he knew about him and Helena Eagan, Mark had no one to pretend for â and he went completely stiff, blankly wide-eyed in an expression extremely reminiscent of his usual innie self. Whatever the reasons for this, one thingâs for sure: Mark does deeply care about what happened in the tent. And at least for now, he will lose himself in Cold Harbor to cope with it.
Lumon certainly got their productive worker back. But good Lord⊠at what cost?
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ââ .⊠such a mess together - p. sunghoon
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summary: the cute little girl you tutor is always going on about how you should date her smart, good-looking older brother, so why is your annoying, cocky classmate opening the door instead of her? ââââââ academic rival Sunghoon x reader || sfw, tension, can you tell i love the enemies to lovers trope LOL. || w/c: 3.5k (everyone clap jet is finally writing full length fics !!!)
a/n: ok whos shocked yet another enemies to lovers fic from yours truly - but i cant help that this trope is the most fun to write !!!!!!!
Shocked doesnât even come close to describing how you feel right now.Â
You feel as though if you widen your eyes anymore theyâll pop right out of your head, but the thought of him seeing you make such an embarrassing expression forces you to calm yourself. Slowly, he narrows his eyes, clearly not any less confused about this than you are.Â
âThe hell are you doing at my house?â he spits, thick brows furrowed as he looks you up and down.Â
Youâre about to reply with something equally as snarky, but youâre interrupted by a small head popping out from underneath his arm - which is outstretched to hold open the front door.Â
âYouâre here!â Yeji squeals in excitement, ducking past him to throw herself around your waist. You stumble backwards a bit, putting on her head to steady yourself as you laugh softly.Â
âHey,â you breathe out, though your eyes donât leave those of the man in front of you, whose confusion only grows. âIâm here to tutor her,â you say curtly, almost in disbelief that youâd have to spell it out for him this much.Â
Though itâs not like youâre in much of a position to say much else because, really, you shouldâve put the pieces together a long time ago. Being young and uninterested in her studies, Yeji had managed to spend most of your lessons together chatting about her life instead of doing her homework and so you had been told a lot about her - and her mysterious older brother who was rarely around because he was always busy working part-time or studying at university. At the time, you didnât think twice about the fact that he went to the same university as you or that the times she mentioned him having exams always coincidentally lined up with yours - though now youâre beginning to think maybe you shouldâve.Â
Details like that were easy to forget though, especially when Yeji paid far more attention to the other details about her brother which she deemed far more important. You had spent many afternoons passively listening to her talk about how smart, sweet and tall he was, how he was âpractically a princeâ - all the while trying to get her to finish her algebra questions. You had even brushed it off when she mentioned that the two of you would make a good couple, and how it was a shame you had never met before.Â
But Yeji couldnât have been more wrong, because you actually had met her brother, and far more than you wouldâve liked to for that matter. In fact, prior to today, Park Sunghoon had been nothing more than a nuisance in your university life. The one to constantly challenge your points in discussions, to steal your perfect front-row seat or to beat you by a singular mark in final exams. In your eyes, he was nothing but a cocky, good-for-nothing know-it-all who had been unfairly blessed with unnatural good looks which he used to trick your poor female classmates into liking him.Â
All the details matched up though, times, places, hell they even had the same last name - but it had never occurred to you to put two and two together. Despite this, the shock of the initial realisation pales in comparison to the fact that you now how to continue with your lesson - whilst he sat in the next room over, glaring at you the entire time.Â
You shifted in your seat nervously, eyes darting between Yejiâs exercise book and the strict gaze of her brother. Seriously, just what was his problem? - youâd never done anything to seriously wrong him, and if you did, you figured the fact that you were helping out his younger sister would be enough of a reason for him to let down his guard for once. But still, he sat there, completely uninterested in the video game he had loaded up as an obvious excuse, eyes locked on you.Â
The weight of his gaze only made you more anxious and when you brought a hand up to hold your pencil you noticed the slight tremble in it. You couldnât help but feel irritated, not just at him for being so distracting, but also at yourself for letting him get to you so easily.Â
âI think heâs looking at you because youâre so pretty,â you heard a small voice mutter beside you catching you off guard. You let out a small laugh, about to calmly tell her to focus on her work but when you raise your eyes to look at her brother in the next room you notice that, for once, heâs avoiding your gaze, clearing his throat out of what almost seems to be nervousness.Â
âNice try Yeji, but I think your brother just doesnât trust my tutoring skills.âÂ
She tilts her head, considering this for a moment - then with the same innocent bluntness as before, she shrugs. "Or maybe he's just grumpy because he got dumped."
A deafening silence falls over the room, and your pencil freezes mid-scratch as you glance up just in time to see Sunghoon's entire expression shift. His eyes widen for the briefest moment before his features twist into something between horror and annoyance. "Yeji," he hisses in warning, eyes shooting daggers at his sister, "shut up."
But it's too late, your interest is piqued and despite the harshness in his tone you can't help the smirk tugging at your lips at the thought of finally having some leverage against him.
"Wait," you say, tilting your head as you look at him, "Park Sunghoon ... got dumped?"Â
He exhales sharply, dragging a hand across his face. "It wasn't- I didn't-" he stops himself, visibly irritated at the two of you. "That's none of your business."
Yeji, completely unaffected by her brother's obvious distress, hums to herself as she flips a page in her book. "She was really pretty too, she muses, "but she said he was too emotionally unavailable and always busy with school."
You blink in disbelief, then, unable to stop yourself, you laugh. "Shocking," your tone is dripping with sarcasm.
Sunghoon snaps his head towards you, eyes narrowing as if daring you to continue. "What did you say?"
You press your lips together, feigning innocence, but Sunghoon knows you too well for that and his glare only deepens. And for the first time, instead of just irritating you, the sight of him so obviously affected by your words is a little entertaining.
Interesting you think to yourself as you continue with the lesson, now far too aware of how the tension in the air has shifted ever so slightly. He doesn't move from his spot in the other room, or stop staring at you two, but now whenever you look up at him, instead of being able to meet your gaze he quickly looks away, pretending to be occupied with his game. You can't help but find it just a little amusing.Â
Soon your lesson draws to an end and you begin to pack your materials away into your bag, thanking Yeji for working hard and listening to you - though you're interrupted by a deep rumble in the distance, followed by the sound of light rain. By the time you make it to the front door though, it's gotten much heavier and the plans you had to catch the bus home seem bleak. It isn't like you have much choice though, and you pull your hoodie over your head with a defeated sigh.
"You can't walk home in that," Yeji announces dramatically, clinging to your arm as she looks out at the heavy rain. Suddenly she perks up as if met with a great idea, and turns to her brother - who has been pretending not to listen from the living room. "Hoonie, can you drive her?"Â
He barely looks up from his phone, though there's a slight delay in his response. "No."
"Why not?" she pouts.
"Not my problem," he mutters.
You roll your eyes, typical you think to yourself as you step towards the door. "It's fine, Yeji, I'll just-"
"You're seriously going to make her walk in this rain?" Yeji cries out as she walks over to her brother on the couch, "What if she gets sick? Then I'll be sad, and when I'm sad I don't do my homework. And if I don't do my homework, I'll fail and when I fail-"Â
"Fine," Sunghoon groans, rubbing his temple as he pushes himself off the couch in a swift movement. He walks past you, grabbing his keys and twirling them around his finger coolly. "Get in the car before I change my mind," he says sternly.
You narrow your eyes at him and are about to deny his offer but the rain doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, and you're not stupid enough to reject a free ride out of pride alone.Â
"Alright," you sigh, shooting Yeji one last thankful look before following her brother out to his car.Â
"You live in the dorms on campus, right?" he asks casually. The rain hits the windshields of his car with a harsh rhythm, filling the silence between you two as you get in. The hum of the engine is the only other sound as he pulls out of the driveway, one slender hand lazily resting on the wheel.Â
"Yeah," you say curtly, not even stopping to wonder how he could've known that. You're too busy holding a grudge against his ability to make every move seem so gracefully effortless, even turning a steering wheel.Â
You sit stiffly in the passenger seat beside him, eyes fixed straight on the road ahead. You'll admit the car is nicer than you expected - spotless, the faint scent of something clean, a little floral, in the air - but you refuse to acknowledge it, just like you refuse to acknowledge that being here, alone with him, feels weirdly intimate.Â
It doesn't help that he hasn't said another word since you both got in, not that you were expecting him to, but still - the awkward silence feels heavier than it should. You steal a quick glance at him out of the corner of your eye once the car reaches a red light - only to find that he's already looking at you.Â
Your breath hitches for just a second, but you recover quickly in hopes that he wonât notice your reaction. âWhat?â you huff, raising an unimpressed brow.Â
His eyes turn back to the road just as quickly, expression unreadable as the light turns green. âNothing.âÂ
You sink back in your seat and the silence resumes, but with its temporary break, you feel compelled to keep up the conversation, even if it means more childish bickering.Â
âI hope you donât expect anything in return for this,â you say, turning to face forward again - but your attention piques once you hear a faint noise from him. Itâs something youâve never heard before, something just quiet enough that you almost didnât hear it over the drumming rain, but youâre glad you did because you swear you just heard Park Sunghoon laugh.Â
"When have I ever expected anything from you," he spits, but the usual malice in his tone is tinged with amusement.
"I'm just saying, don't think that just because you're doing this for me that anything's going to change," you huff, "if it weren't for Yeji you probably couldn't care less about me anyways."Â
Sunghoon hums, the corners of his lips twitching as if he's holding back another laugh - he doesn't deny it, which somehow annoys you more than if he had outright agreed. Instead, he just shifts gears smoothly, eyes fixed on the road and you hate the way you find your gaze lingering on his profile for just a little too long.
"You sound disappointed," he muses after a beat.
You scoff defensively, crossing your arms. "Yeah, right." You've always hated how easily he could read you.
He just nods ever so slightly and doesn't press for more but the silence that follows feels a little different now, less tense. You shift in your seat and try to ignore the way your heart is starting to beat just a little too fast or the fact that you're waiting for him to say something.Â
After a moment, he exhales, fingers tapping the steering wheel. "For the record," he sighs, his tone almost confessional, "I don't not care about you."
You crane your neck, searching his face for any sign that he's messing with you right now, a glint in his eye, his signature cocky smirk - but his expression is again unreadable. Instead, you watch the outline of his jaw shift slightly, almost as if he regrets his words, but he doesn't take it back.
You swallow nervously, unsure entirely of what to do with this new information. "Good to know," you say slowly, looking away before he can see how much that single sentence has affected you.Â
As you do, you're suddenly desperate for an opportunity to change the topic. "How come this whole time I never knew you had a younger sister?"
"Well it's not exactly like you know much about my personal life," he scoffs - and you have to admit he's right.
"I mean, it's not like you're an open book or anything," you reply, "takes me ages just to figure out what you're thinking half the time with that blank expression. It's hard to believe you and Yeji are even related."
"Right because a guy my age should totally be acting like a middle school girl," he nods mockingly.
"You get what I'm saying," you sigh, going quiet for a minute as you think about what to say next. "She looks up to you a lot, you know," is what you land on, trying to balance your tone between sounding casual and earnest.Â
You watch as he scoffs, and shakes off your comment with a slight shake of his head. "I'm serious," you say, "she talks about you like you're a superhero or something, even when she complains about you, it's obvious you mean a lot to her."
Even though his expression barely changes, you watch his fingers tighten slightly on the wheel - and the beat of silence before his response is enough to tell you that he's not used to hearing things like this. You find it interesting how even though you're practically complimenting him, he responds as if he's unsettled.
"Whatever, she's young and annoying," he finally mutters - though for the first time, there's no real malice to his tone, only something defensive.
"You're deflecting," you point out. This side of him, the one that's quiet and easily affected by your words, is one you've rarely gotten to see and if you're being completely honest, you're enjoying this far too much to let it go. "I think you like knowing she looks up to you."Â
He huffs, clearly growing tired of your prying. "And I think you like hearing yourself talk."
You roll your eyes, but before you can shoot back with another remark, he beats you to it. "And whilst we're prying into my personal life, Yeji mentioned something interesting earlier."
You pause, suddenly wary. "Oh?"
He flicks his turn signal on, voice infuriatingly casual. "Apparently, you remind her of my ex."Â
You feel your stomach lurch, followed quickly by a heat creeping up your face. "Excuse me?" is all you can manage to say.
His lips curl slightly, and it becomes clear that he only mentioned this to see your reaction. "Not in looks or anything," he clarifies, glancing briefly at you before focusing back on the road. "Personality-wise, she said you both have a way of getting under my skin."
You scoff, feeling an odd mix of feeling, irritation and something you don't really want to name. "Wow, should I be flattered or insulted?"
"That depends," he muses, "my ex was kinda terrible."
"Seriously?" you gape, shocked at how bold he's being in sharing this with you, "sounds like you're just butthurt from being dumped."Â
He actually laughs - fully this time, not just the ghost of a chuckle he let out before. It's still short, and a little quiet, but for some reason it makes your chest tighten.
"Relax," he says, tone laced with amusement, "she wasn't all bad, but she did have this habit of always arguing with me, nitpicking things I did just for the sake of it."
You avoid his gaze, picking up on his signals just a little too quickly. "Sounds familiar," you mutter as you look out the car window at the rain.
You don't need to turn back to know his smirk depends, "Exactly."
The air has shifted completely now. The tension is still there, humming under the surface, but it's now covered by something else - something lighter, more playful, and charged in a way that makes you hyper-aware of how close the two of you are.
Then, just as you think the conversation is over, he speaks again - this time softer, almost absentmindedly.
"But I guess the difference is, I never really cared what she thought of me."Â
It's such an offhand comment, something he's thrown out just to fill the silence. But something about it sticks to you, lingering in your mind as you nod, unsure of how to respond, and so you don't.
You spot the familiar sight of the dorms approach in the distance and even though you're compelled to feel relieved that this torturous car ride is drawing to an end - a tiny part of you can't help but feel a little disappointed that this seemingly rare opportunity is ending. Swiftly, he pulls up to the front entrance, parking smoothly and effortlessly.
As you move to undo your seatbelt, he stops you once again with his words. "Hey, I hope you're not going to stop tutoring Yeji, by the way," he's turned to face you now, but his eyes are avoiding yours.Â
You furrow your brows, both at his words and his unusual expression. "Why would I?" you say slowly.
"Well, I mean, I just figured because of me and everything-" he begins to ramble, and it's the first time you've seen him stumble over his words like this.
"Relax, I hate you, not her, remember." You say it in the same teasing tone you've always used for him, but it seems to land heavier than you expected with how he turns back to face the steering wheel, his lips forming a thin line.
You linger for a moment, and something about the air between you feels different - like you're standing on the edge of something neither of you can name. Sunghoon's hand is still resting on the gear shift, his fingers drumming against the leather in a steady rhythm.Â
"Right," he replies curtly, almost to himself and you can sense just a hint of disappointment in his tone.
You should leave it at that, you know you should. But something about the way he's gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, or how his jaw is tensed ever so slightly, makes you want to press just a little further.
"Unless," you hum, tilting your head slightly, "you'd actually miss me if I stopped coming around?"
"Yeji would," he replies almost immediately - but you don't miss the way his shoulders go rigid for just a fraction of a second before he speaks.
"You didn't deny it," you smirk.
At this, he finally looks at you and there's something about the way he does it - something heavier than the usual irritation or exasperation you're used to. His gaze lingers, his expression unreadable and for a split second, you wonder if you've pushed too far.Â
But then, he exhales, something softer flickering across his features before he quickly pulls them back into indifference. "Just get out of my car before I start charging you for emotional distress."
You roll your eyes, but do as he says, reaching for the door handle and pushing it open just as the rain continues to pour outside.
"See you next time, Park," you say, "and drive safe."
"Don't tell me what to do," he huffs, though there's a playful tone in his voice as he smirks at you.
You return his look, satisfied, and finally push the door shut - watching as he shifts into gear, headlights illuminating the street. You know you should get inside and out of the rain immediately but you canât help but watch as he drives off, heart thrumming in your chest as you find the beaming smile on your face lingering. You shake your heard at yourself, almost as if to shake away your thoughts, before turning to head into the dorm.Â
What you donât see though, is the way Sunghoon glances in his rearview mirror one last time before turning away, just to catch a glimpse of you before you do.Â
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happy valentines đ«đđ
vi notices the way youâve been distant for the last couple of days with her, barely talking to her, glancing in her direction when she practically wraps herself around your body when youâre in the kitchen making breakfast, or doesnât even let her on your phone. you never had a problem with that before, but thatâs suddenly changed. she doesnât even get a smile from you. at first she assumed you had enough, maybe you didnât love her anymore, found someone new, someone else to be obsessed and utterly in love with. then she tried to recall the last week, had something happened and you were just figuring it out? did she say something that made you upset? if so, why werenât you talking to her.
she doesnât have much time to figure out why, not when thereâs an abrupt groan and scuffle at the front door then a loud bang that has her sitting up on the couch, blinking repeatedly until she can hear you cursing under your breath. âstupid fuckinâ thing,â or something like that. if she didnât feel so upset over something that had she no idea about, then she would have laughed, ran to help you, but she didnât, she just sat there in; clad in one of your hoodies and slumped deeper into the couch.Â
pathetically, like a lost puppy, she perks up at the sound of your voice again. âvi, baby, are you awake?âÂ
âyes,â she mumbled back, more like scoffed but you werenât paying attention. âmâin here.â
âokay, uh, can you close your eyes for a second, please?â
doing as you asked, vi closes her eyes, takes her hands out of her lap and nervously fumbles with her fingers. the sound of you cursing and grumbling got louder yet closer the longer she sits here and waits for you to do whatever it was that you were doing, and itâs only when you stumbled, almost tripping over your own feet, into the living room, you find her slumped there, chewing at her bottom lip and sniffling. âdonât open them, just give me like 2 minutes, donât peek, i know what youâre like.â you warned playfully.
she has no idea what youâre doing, but her only thought in her mind right now was that youâre breaking up with her, this is it. youâre going through all of this just to tell her youâre not in love with her anymore, that youâve found someone else, that she doesnât make you happy and maybe she could handle that, but not when she loves you so muchâ
âyou can open them now.â you murmured exactly 2 minutes later.
when her eyes flutter open, violet finds you standing in the doorway, looking somewhat nervous, the living room covered with dark and light pink balloons, rose petals scattered over the floor, a huge bouquet of red roses sit on the coffee table, accompanied by a big box of chocolates, ones you know she loves, one of those giant teddy bears, looking at her like it was trying to read all her secrets, and a gift bag on her lap. light pink with a card taped to the side. âhappy valentines day!âÂ
âyâŠyouâre not breaking up with me?â is what comes out her mouth first, blinking. taking in the sight before her. had she gotten all her worries wrong?
the question catches you off guard and you blinked too, then frowned and shook your head quickly. âno! my god, why would i break up with you?â you rushed over to her and sat beside her before taking her hands into yours. âhey, no, donât cry, why would i break up with you?â
âyouâve been distant, so i thoughtââ
âitâs very hard to keep surprises from you, you know?â you laughed softly and wiped away the tears that ran down her cheek. âbut no, mânot breaking up with you, youâre my world, and i love you, so much.â
âiâve never had valentines beforeâ vi admits sadly.Â
âi know, i wanted your first to be special,â you admitted softly and smiled. âif itâs too much, we donât have to open them yet, we can just leave them untilââ
âno! i just, i havenât gotten you anything yet so,â vi suddenly becomes quiet and fumbles with the gift tag nervously. âmâsorryââ
âi have you, donât i? thatâs all i ever need. if i have you, i donât need anything else,â you admitted and kissed her temple. âitâs your first valentines, itâs not about me, itâs about you, and i want you to know how much i love you, and how much you mean to me. even if there is a creepy teddy bear looking at me.â
vi giggles and wipes away her tears, a blush creeping up on her face. âhow did you even get that in here?â
âi carried that thing up 7 flights of stairs, it was a struggle, i admit.â
looking up at you, vi smiles shyly and is quick to bury her face in the crook of your neck. âthank you,â she sniffled and gripped your arm tightly. âi love you so much.â
âi love you more, baby,â you smiled and kissed the top of her head. âhow about we make breakfast, take a walk, and when weâll sit down and you can open your gifts? when youâre not as overwhelmed?â
âiâd like that, but that teddy needs to be turned around, as much as i love it, itâs creeping me outâ
âagreed. remind me to not bring it into the bedroom tonight.â
#violet arcane#arcane vi#vi arcane#vi arcane x reader#vi x reader#vi x you#vi league of legends#violet x reader#vi drabble#vi fluff
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Guns and Roses
joel miller x f!reader
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synopsis: fantasizing about joel miller gets you a lot more than you bargain for.
rating: explicit. 18+, minors do not interact.
warnings: semi-grump x sunshine, joel is described to be taller than reader, feelings, smut (which includes reader being consensually choked out / breath play so if youâre not into that, heed the warning).
word count: 7.2k
a/n: listen, in my head joel miller is a 6â5â hunk of a kinky motherfucker. happy valentineâs day.
Joel Miller.Â
Your breath catches in your throat when you see his name next to yours on this morningâs patrol partner list.Â
Youâve never been partnered up with him and yet, you feel as if you know all about him. How grumpy he is. How heâs usually in charge when it comes to patrols. How he has low patience, and a no-bullshit type attitude. Some say heâs blatantly mean, and others are just straight-up afraid of him.Â
You arenât afraid of him per se, but he does make you nervous. Heâs got a stare that makes heat simmer low in your belly and an angry brow that makes you want to kiss the tension away. Youâve caught him staring at you a few times and itâs always made your cheeks heat, shying away from his gaze and devastatingly handsome face.Â
Youâre brushing Shimmerâs coat before you saddle her up. Joel hasnât arrived at the stables yet, so you spend a few minutes petting Shimmer and softly talking to her while you wait.Â
Itâs almost like you can feel him before you see him. A chill runs down your spine as you hear heavy boots on the ground, and you turn to see the tall, stoic man in the flesh. You donât know whether or not to say something to him. How he responds can set the mood for the rest of your morning.Â
Ever the optimist, though, you decide to take a crack at it.
âMorning, Joel.â You try to keep your tone light and casual, throwing in a small smile.Â
He eyes you up and down for a second, but it isnât in disgustâintrigue, rather. His gaze locks on yours before he steps into the stables, opening the latch door to Callusâs stall.Â
âMorninâ,â he finally answers. His voice is gruff and raw, probably being the first words heâs spoken today.Â
You want to say more, but you leave it at that. You may have heard about how he is from everyone elseâs point of view, but you want to decipher him for yourself. You just donât want to push his buttons, especially at six thirty in the morning.Â
You huff and pet Shimmer one last time. âYou ready, gorgeous girl?â You coo at her, giggling when she licks your hand. You mount yourself onto Shimmerâs back, grabbing the reins before clicking your tongue twice to get her to turn out of the stables. You glance back at Joel, catching him staring at you once again.Â
âIâll, uh, meet you at the gate,â you say. He just gives you a small nod, and you face forward once more before guiding Shimmer to the gates where a couple of others wait. You greet everyone a cheerful good morning before Joelâs beside you, and itâs not long before everyone is sent on their way.Â
The sun has risen brilliantly and the chilly January air wraps around you as you trail behind Joel on his right side. Your eyes roam down his broad body, licking your lips as your gaze settles on the gun holster thatâs clad to his thigh.Â
Suddenly your mind envisions Joel above you, staring at you with such carnal desire that it makes your whole core positively ache. You imagine heâs the super dominant typeâpossessive, territorial, and greedy in the best way possible. You can see him easily picking you up, slamming you against a wall while he fucks you senseless. Heâs probably also the type of man that eats pussy for his own pleasure, not allowing himself to get off until heâs made you cum at least twice.Â
Well, fuck.Â
A whine almost slips past your lips and youâre back to reality, and your eyes shoot up to Joelâs as you find him staring at you completely unamused. You know your cheeks are burning, and you nearly wince when he has to repeat himself because you were too busy daydreaming about how good heâd take care of youâ
Jesus Christ, you need a cold shower.Â
âChrist, Sunshine, are you even payinâ any mind to me?â Heâs irritated and it makes you want to get swallowed up by a hole in the ground.Â
âSorry, uh, what did you say?âÂ
He sighs as if heâs completely inconvenienced, grumbling something under his breath andâwait, did he just call you âSunshineâ?Â
âSaid the log book ainât too far from here. Letâs scope out the area to make sure itâs clear before we sign it nâ head back,â he says. You nod and follow his lead, surely trying not to piss him off any further.Â
Joel ties Callusâs reins to a nearby tree, and youâre about to dismount Shimmer when Joel raises his hands up to you. You furrow your brows in confusion, wondering what the hell heâs doing before he rolls his eyes with a huff.Â
âAinât got all damn day, Sunshine. Câmon.â
You loop your feet out of the stirrups, Joelâs hands catching your waist as you slide down Shimmerâs side. You land right in front of him, so close that you can feel his breath on you. So close that you can easily inhale his scent, and heâs all earthy, manly musk with a hint of coffee. He smells absolutely divine.Â
You donât miss the way his eyes flicker to your lips and back up to your face. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage and you literally have to remind yourself to breathe. Heâs just so fucking close and itâs so goddamn dizzying.Â
You should say something. Youâre about to, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth turn up into a smug smirk before he turns his body away from yours to walk toward the small shack that has the log book in it. Youâre taking this timeâthe distance away from himâto catch your breath and keep a watchful eye on the area, making sure itâs in the clear.Â
Joel reemerges a few minutes later, and the sun catches on his gun in his thigh holster. The handle gleams and your eyes are drawn to it once more. Youâre staring at his thighs now, wondering how it would be if you rutted yourself over them.Â
Your eyes snap up to Joelâs once again, and heâs looking at you with a quirked brow.Â
âSigned the book. We all good here?â He gestures his hand to the vicinity, and you nod.Â
âAll good.âÂ
Shit. Your voice is breathless. You really canât be any more obvious.
You mount yourself back onto Shimmer, waiting for Joel to lead ahead of you to start heading back home.Â
âSo,â Joel starts, and his voice startles you. He slows Callus down so Shimmer can catch up to him and you both ride side-by-side. âWhere are you from?â He asks, and you have to hold back a snort. Small talk is not something you expected him to resort to.Â
âQZ or pre-outbreak?â You counter back, looking at him as he faces ahead. You admire his side profile like this and heâs all strong jaw, beautifully chiseled nose, and plush lips. The leaves on the trees contrast beautifully against his golden skin, spewing glimpses of yellow and bright green.Â
âPre, I guess.âÂ
âCalifornia. You?âÂ
He raises an eyebrow at that. âTexas. So youâre a city girl?âÂ
This time you canât help but huff a laugh and roll your eyes.Â
âNo, Texas, not all of California is glitz and glamour,â youâre full-on giggling now, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in what you assume to be his half-assed attempt at smiling.Â
âWhat do you miss most about it?âÂ
You donât even need to think about it. Without missing a beat, you look at him with a soft smile before murmuring, âThe ocean.âÂ
He doesnât say anything after that. You both head back into the gates of Jackson in peace, dismounting the horses and going about your days after reporting back to Maria.Â
Over the next couple of weeks, youâre getting paired with Joel every time youâre on morning patrol. You keep fantasizing about him and having him in the dirtiest way possible, and the tension is growing rapidly.Â
Joelâs jaw is taut when you bat your lashes up at him, and your cheery demeanor has his walls slowly crumbling down just for you.Â
Itâs too much, though. The tension is palpable, nearly making you suffocate in the want and desire you have for this manâsomeone you have absolutely no business pining after.Â
You have to ask Tommy to take you off of patrol duty for a few days and have someone else fill in while you volunteer to take care of the horses in the stables or tend to the greenhouse.Â
You donât see Joel for nearly a week, and you come to the realization that it kind of drives you crazy.Â
The next time you see him is at dinner in the mess hall. Joel stands in all his glory, sporting a green flannel that hugs his biceps perfectly and pants that hang on his hips like a glove. Heâs also got that damn holster strapped around his thigh again, probably because he had just gotten back from patrol not too long ago.Â
When his eyes meet yours from across the room, you know youâre doomed.Â
And when he shoots you a barely there smile, but one you recognize nonetheless, youâre absolutely done for.Â
You swallow harshly and go back to paying attention to the conversation happening with your table, trying to ignore the holes heâs burning into your head. A dark, desirable warmth stirs deep in you and you have to force yourself to pay attention to whatâs going on around you. The whiskey you drank definitely isnât helping you, either.Â
You barely talk all dinner though, too nervous with the older Miller brotherâs lingering gaze on you for most of the night.Â
You clean up after youâve eaten and give Maria a grateful smile and hug, thanking her for a wonderful dinner. She eyes you conspicuously, knowing that you love being a part of community events since tonight is movie night. She finds it odd when you tell her youâre turning in early tonight, but she lets it go without question.Â
You walk out of the mess hall, shivering immediately as the cold air hits your body. You werenât very well dressed for the cold weather, and while it was nice in the mess hall, youâre regretting not layering up this when itâs so cold outside.Â
You hear heavy footsteps behind you, walking fast to try and catch up to you. Once again, you can already tell who it is before you even turn around.Â
âLeavinâ so early, Sunshine?â His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, but it can easily be passed off as being too cold.Â
âUm, yeah, gonna turn in for the night.â You muster up a tight-lipped smile, not meeting his eyes before turning back around.Â
Joel puts a hand on your shoulder and electricity zings through your entire body. âReckon I can walk you home, since Iâm already out here.âÂ
Fuck.Â
âSure,â you say, tensing under his touch. You canât see it, but he furrows his brows at you and cautiously falls in step with you as you walk back home.Â
âJesus, Sunshine, youâre freezinâ.â He takes off his thick coat and wraps it around your shoulders, and youâre nearly a fucking puddle on the floor. The coat smells like him and it takes everything in you to not bury your nose in the fabric and inhale. His scent is intoxicating.Â
Everything about him is intoxicating.Â
Itâs not long before you both reach your doorstep after a few minutes of walking in silence. You fumble with the key to open your front door, nerves heightening once again.Â
Jesus Christ, you need to get a hold of yourself.Â
Once you get the door open, you stand there for a beat before looking up at him. Heâs all alluring brown eyes and subtle sexy smirk that makes you gooey in the knees.Â
You contemplate it for a moment, but before you can overthink your decision, you bite the bullet and ask against your better judgement. âDo you want to come in?âÂ
He hesitates, assessing you. He nods after a few seconds and follows you inside, and you feel your pulse start to race quicker. Itâs irritating how much of an effect he has on you, and he doesnât even know it.Â
âNice place you got,â he says, running a hand through his hair before taking a seat on your couch. He spreads his thighs wide, taking up so much fucking room, and all it makes you want to do is be all over him.Â
Thereâs just no fucking way he doesnât know what heâs doing to you.Â
âThank you.â You donât really know what to say to him at this point. Conversation flowed so easily on patrol, but now youâre in this confined space with him and want nothing more than his lips on yours, consuming your entire being.Â
âCan I, uh, get you anything?âÂ
Be more awkward, yeah? You chastise yourself for being unable to behave normally around him.Â
âJust your company,â he says, patting the spot next to him on the couch. You swallow thickly and make your way over, plopping yourself down on the couch, leaving enough distance between the two of you.Â
He chuckles lowly under his breath, but you still hear it against the stark quietness of your quaint home.Â
âSo how come I havenât seen you on patrol lately?â His deep voice is like plunging into a warm, dark abyss. Itâs full of the unknown but so comforting at the same time, and it makes your head swim.Â
You shrug your shoulders, gaze moving to your hands that fidget in your lap. âJust wanted to focus on helping out elsewhere.â
âBullshit. I think youâre lying.â He says it with such confidence, cocking his head to the side as he studies you. You didnât think heâd call you out so easily.
Your brows shoot up. âI am notâ!âÂ
Even you could hear the blatant defensiveness in your tone. You look at him with a fiery gaze, brows furrowed downward at his all-too-true accusations. Â
âYou are. Why havenât you been on patrol?â His voice is huskier now, knowingly eyeing you like he can see right through you.Â
âDammit, Joel,â you huff, tipping your head back against the couch. âWhat do you want me to say?âÂ
âThe truth.âÂ
The truth. As if it were that simple.Â
Yeah Joel, truth is that me, little miss innocent Sunshine, has been fantasizing about you fucking my brains out every time I see you, you think.Â
Joel moves closer and his face is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes intense as they watch you in such a way that sends a shiver down your spine. Your gaze shifts elsewhere because the tension is too much, and youâre left feeling like a shell of a woman under his scrutiny.
And thatâs when you realize he already knows. You donât need to tell him shit, because somehow, some way, he knows your dirty little secret and the ways you fantasize about him.Â
âTrust me, Sunshine. Last thing you want is to get tangled up with a guy like me.â
Your eyes snap up to his.
âAnd thatâs where youâre wrong, Joel. I want you.âÂ
ââS a dangerous game youâre playinâ, baby.âÂ
Baby.Â
âIâm not playing games, Joel,â you say. Thereâs a finality in your voice that really let him know you werenât fucking around. âYou seriously wanna know why I asked Tommy to be taken off of patrol?âÂ
He gives you a slow, singular nod. The muscle in his jaw ticks as something fiery blazes behind his darkened eyes.Â
âEvery single time Iâm around you, I feel like I canât fucking breathe. Your presence is all-consuming, and every time I look at you, all I can picture is the ways I want you to have me. Itâs not normal, Joel. Thatâthat is why I asked to be taken off of patrol.âÂ
His expression doesnât waver, but the muscle in his jaw ticks impossibly faster. Heâs as still as a statue, and itâs so fucking quiet that you can hear a pin drop.Â
Thereâs also another reason why you didnât want to tell him: rejection.Â
You can see him fighting a battle in his head, and this is already humiliating enough as it is. You donât think you can handle the I donât want you words thatâll eventually spill out of his mouth, so you stand up and take a deep breath, walking toward the door. You tug it open and his brows furrow as you stare at him expectantly.Â
âI justâplease, just leave.âÂ
His lips flatten into a straight line before he stands up and takes a few strides to get to where youâre at. Heâs gazing down at you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes, and he opens his mouth to say something before he snaps it shut seconds later. His face hardens into that infamous grumpy stare, all harsh lines and tight jaw.Â
He walks out without saying another word.Â
You close your front door and slump against it, heaving out a breath you didnât even know you were holding in. Your eyes snap up to the ceiling, and regret begins to sink her nasty claws into your skin.
Fuck.Â
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A couple of weeks pass after that whole incident in your house with Joel. Youâre awoken by a loud knock on your door, and you grumble the whole way down before opening it. Tommy stands in the frame with a pleading look, and you furrow your brows as you try to fully wake up.Â
âTommyâŠ?â
âHey sweetheart. I need a big favor,â he says. He shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking like he wants to dash away at any given second.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âChristy called out from her patrol shift today and youâre pretty much the only one who knows the routes well enough to cover.âÂ
You scrub your face with your hands, and peek an eye out from behind your fingers.Â
âOnly because itâs you, Tommy,â you huff a laugh, and he flashes you his bright smile.Â
âYouâre a lifesaver. Maria and I are really grateful.âÂ
âItâs the least I can do,â you say, but then you pause. âWhoâs my partner for this shift?âÂ
Tommyâs eyes avert to the wood on your porch, and you immediately knew. You didnât know how much Tommy knew about this thing, whatever the hell it was, between you and Joel.Â
Youâre not really sure itâs a thing anymore, though, considering you kicked him out after telling him how you really feel. You have no idea whatâs going to happen on patrol today, and you really donât want to find out, but Tommy and Maria took you in when you were at your lowest.Â
You literally owe them your life.Â
âWill you still cover?â His voice is soft. The corner of your lips twitch up into an almost smile, and you reach out to pat his arm.Â
âFor you and Maria.âÂ
And thatâs how you found yourself in the stables at the crack of dawn, making sure the saddle on Shimmer was secure.Â
Heavy footsteps enter the stables, and you already know who it is. You hear another pair of footsteps not too far behind, and you donât turn around until you hear Tommy call your name.Â
âHey, Iâm glad I caught you while youâre still here. Are you still good to come over to ours later and help Maria with the cupcakes?âÂ
You hoist yourself up onto Shimmer and give Tommy a smile.Â
ââCourse.â
âYou goinâ with anyone to do the dance?â Tommy asks, and Joel looks between you both. The Valentineâs dance is coming up tonight, and you told Maria youâd help with whatever she needed. You just didnât plan on going.Â
âNah,â you wave him off playfully. âI donât have anyone to go with.âÂ
âOh câmon, you oughta meet a handsome fellaâor lady, I donât discriminateâat the dance.âÂ
Your eyes flicker to Joel for a split second only to find him already staring at you, before you look back to Tommy. You roll your lips into your mouth before shrugging with a small smile.Â
âMaybe.âÂ
âWell just think about it,â he says, holding his hands up in surrender. You give him a nod and your eyes drift to Joel one last time before moving Shimmer out of the stables and toward the gate.Â
You greet everyone at the gate before Joel makes his way beside you, and youâre all sent on your way. You silently follow Joel, an unspoken rule between you both that heâs obviously in charge. He doesnât attempt conversation, and you know better than to poke the bear, but the tension is still palpable.Â
You make it to your assigned area before hopping off of Shimmer, shotgun tightly gripped in your hand.Â
âIâll go scope around back,â you say, treading off before he can even reply.Â
Youâre lost in thought as you look around, until you hear a branch break behind you. You swing around so fast that you almost hit Joel with your shotgun.Â
âJesus, Sunshine, itâs just me,â he says, frowning.Â
âDonât fucking sneak up on me like that, dammit! I couldâve shot you!âÂ
âBut you didnât. Youâre cute when youâre mad.â Amusement wraps around his words and he smirks at you, and you roll your eyes. Â
âSo you donât hate me, huh?â You ask, and you know itâs probably stupid to even take the conversation in that direction, but what else have you got to lose?Â
Heâs quiet for a moment, looking beyond the trees as he sighs.
âNo, Sunshine, I donât hate you.ïżœïżœïżœÂ
You meet his gaze as you look up at him, his tall frame turning toward you as he walks closer, forcing you to step backwards until your back hits a wooden wall. He rests one hand beside your head and stares down at you.Â
You know he can easily see the effect he has on you, with the way your breathing picks up and the furrow between your brow. You canât even meet his gaze, because you know if you do, youâre absolutely done for.Â
âWhyâd you kick me out of your place the other day?âÂ
You take a moment to try and collect yourself as best as you possibly can, but you know itâs no use.Â
âI didnât want to get rejected. Itâs already humiliating enough to admit that you drive me fucking crazy.âÂ
âHow so?â He leans down, nosing at your jaw before placing a kiss below your ear. You gasp, closing your eyes to relish the feeling of his lips on you.Â
You need them everywhere.Â
âJustâyouâfuck,â you sigh. You canât even get a coherent thought out with his proximity and intoxicating scent and warmth wrapping around you, welcoming you into something much more desirable.Â
His lips are at your ear.Â
âTell me to stop, and I will,â he whispers, and you bite back a moan as he presses his lips against your neck. âDoes this look like rejection to you?â
âJoelââ
âFuck, darlinââdrive you crazy? You have absolutely no idea what you do to me. Not a fuckinâ clue.âÂ
âWhat do I do to you, Joel?â Your voice is meek as you stare up at him, trying to find your bearings.Â
He stares at you for what seems like a century, before leaning down so close that his nose brushes against yours. He hesitates, and you figure it's because he doesnât want to push you if you donât want to do this.Â
Youâve already made it abundantly clear, so you meet him the rest of the way and envelope your lips with his.Â
The feeling is cosmicâbetter than anything youâd ever expected. Itâs the kind of kiss that sends tingles down your spine and makes your toes curl in delight.Â
You moan in desperation, tugging him closer to you by the sherpa lapel of his jacket, tangling your other free hand in his soft curls at the base of his skull.Â
He groans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around you, and you get lost in the art of kissing each other.Â
You donât know how long youâre there pawing at each other like a couple of desperate, touch-deprived fools, but eventually you pull away because your lungs are fucking burning for air.Â
You pant against his lips, tightening your hold on his lapel.Â
âI wish you woulda let me say my piece instead of kicking me out,â Joel confesses. You lean your head back onto the building and sigh, looking up through the treeline.Â
âIâm sorry, Joel. I was just scared.âÂ
âAinât a thing to be scared of, baby. As much as Iâd love to continue this, I reckon itâs best we get goinâ. Theyâre gonna wonder where weâre at.âÂ
Your eyes flutter closed as you nod, pushing yourself off the building. You scope the area with him one more time and to your luck, no activity to report. Joel signs the log book and you both head back to Jackson in a comfortable silence, a total one-eighty from earlier.Â
You leave each other at the stables with not another word spoken, but a longing gaze that says everything youâre both feeling.Â
You head to Tommy and Mariaâs house to help Maria with the cupcakes as promised, and you head home that night with the older Miller brother on your mind yet again.Â
By the time everyone is heading over to the dance, youâre all cozy in your oversized t-shirt and a book in your hand. Youâve just showered, and knowing you have off tomorrow from any and all work has you feeling extra relaxed.Â
A knock on your front door startles you though, and you dog-ear the page youâre reading and set the book on your bedside, but you hear heavy boots walking up the steps already. You scramble and grab your pistol from your nightstand, standing on your knees on your mattress as you hear the footsteps getting closer to your bedroom door.Â
âSunshine?â Joelâs voice calls, and you sigh in relief as you switch the safety back on and toss your pistol onto your nightstand.Â
Heâs in your doorway, leaning against the frame as he takes the image of you in. The t-shirt youâre wearing only falls to the middle of your thighs, and youâre not wearing anything but panties underneath.Â
The sight of him staring at you in such a hungry way has you gasping softly, and the feeling of arousal already sticks to your underwear.Â
You take this opportunity to stare at him, too. Your eyes roam slowly down his frame, and yet again youâre fantasizing about all of the things you want to do with him.Â
Your eyes halt halfway down his thighâand you couldnât help yourself.Â
You kept staring at the holster, perfectly wrapped around his thick thigh. The leather was a parcel of fine craftsmanship, made to fit him like a glove.Â
The gun in the holster was the cherry on top as it sat flush against his body, and you just couldnât stop fucking staring.Â
Joel was waiting for you to pounceâchallenging you, mocking you. He quirks his eyebrow up at you as he crosses his arms over his chest, making his biceps pop.Â
You swallow thickly as you force your gaze to meet his eyes, which have so clearly darkened.Â
âSweet girl,â Joel groans, âKeep starinâ at me and my thigh holster like that and I might just have to choke you out with it.âÂ
Oh, fuck. You clench around nothing at the thought.Â
You nearly whimper as he crosses the room to get to your bed, towering over you once again. His large palm cups your cheek and you canât help but look up at him like youâre mesmerized.Â
Maybe you really are.Â
He runs his thumb over your bottom lip before tugging it down, and that dangerous smirk is back on his lips.Â
âTell me,â he says.Â
Youâre so entranced by this man that it takes your brain a few seconds to catch up and process what he just said.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âTell me what you fantasize about.âÂ
Your eyes dart to the pink comforter on your bed.Â
Joel tsks and shakes his head, hand moving to your jaw so you have to look up at him.Â
âTell me, baby. I want to give it to you.âÂ
He lets go of your jaw and sits down next to you on the bed, tugging you onto him so youâre straddling his thigh.Â
You look down at his denim-clad leg, biting your lip before Joel ruts you forward.Â
âStare at my thighs so goddamn much you might as well ride it, hm?â He strokes the back of your head, and your eyebrows furrow at the delicious friction.Â
You nod. âThis was one of the things,â you say.Â
âI know, baby. Use me. Wanna see you get off by pleasinâ yourself on me.âÂ
You sharply inhale. He moves his hands down to your thighs, pushing the t-shirt up to your hips before dipping one hand between your legs. He clicks his tongue against his teeth and hums as he rubs your aching pussy through the fabric of your underwear.Â
âFuckinâ soaked already, Sunshine. Canât believe I really do this to you.âÂ
âWhyâs it so hard to believe?â You ask, testing the waters by rutting your hips forward once. You softly moan at the feeling, and Joel moves his hands to settle on your hips.Â
ââCus, Iâm the mean grumpy olâ bastard of the town and youâre the sweet, innocent happy woman that gets on well with everyone.âÂ
You laugh at that, moving your hands to his shoulders to give them a squeeze. You quirk a playful brow at him before rutting your hips once more.Â
âWho said I was innocent?âÂ
You tilt your head, and his eyes get impossibly darker. Joel hums, considering you for a second.Â
âI like it rough, baby, so you gotta tell me if anythinâ I do is too much.â
You clench around nothing once again, feeling your arousal seep down your thighs. The thought of him being rough with you sends you over the fucking moon.Â
âWill do, cowboy.âÂ
The corner of his mouth tilts into an almost smile, and he leans in to kiss you with the same hunger from earlier. Itâs easy to follow his lead, as your hands find his curls once more and you start to rut your hips.Â
Your feet barely touch the ground like this, but ever the gentleman Joel is, he helps you by moving your hips back and forth with his hands at your hips. Youâre panting his name and his face is buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping the skin there.Â
âThatâs it, there you go,â he coos. âWish you can see how pretty you look gettinâ off on me. Fuckinâ stunner you are.âÂ
You inhale sharply and squeeze your eyes shut, tossing your head back between your shoulders. Joel dips his head down and captures a clothed nipple into his mouth, and you let out a loud whine.Â
Itâs almost too much, with the delicious pressure on your aching clit, hands roaming over your hot skin and the expertise of his mouth.Â
You feel the white-hot sensation shoot through you, and you bow your back as your orgasm blindsides you and forcefully crashes through you.Â
âJoel!â You gasp his name as he brings his hand down between your legs, cupping your sex and rubbing you through the thin fabric before he tosses you onto the bed.Â
Youâre staring at your ceiling trying to catch your breath, but Joel doesnât give you two seconds to think before heâs on top of you. His lips clash with yours, all teeth and tongue and desperation, before heâs tugging off your underwear and shirt to fling them across your bedroom behind him.Â
You sit up on your elbows as you stare at him, watching him as he slowly unbuttons his flannel, tossing it on the floor with your clothes.Â
His tanned skin glows in the sunset through your windows, and the shadows carve out the muscles in his biceps perfectly. He looks ethereal like this, towering over you with a hungry, insatiable stare.Â
He unstraps his thigh holster from himself, sliding the gun across the floor and tossing the holster onto the bed next to you.Â
He hovers over you once again, smirking down at you as he looks at the pretty, glistening mess between your legs.Â
He wraps his arms around your thighs and he drags you toward the edge of the bed, flipping you over before harshly smacking your ass.Â
You suck in a breath at the sting and heâs hungrily watching the way you clench around nothing.Â
âOh you like that, huh pretty girl?â He asks, tone nothing short of dark and teasing.Â
You donât even hesitate.
 âFuck, yes, Joel.â
His calloused hands massage your ass, giving it another smack before you hear shuffling behind you. You turn your head to see that heâs kneeling behind you, and he looks right into your eyes as he spits on your pussy. You moan at the sight, and he grabs your thighs before burying his face in your cunt.Â
âOh fuck,â you cry, relishing in the feeling of his tongue working your slick, aching core so expertly.Â
Each flick of his tongue has purpose, so fluidly blending together that it feels like a fucking composer conducting an orchestra.Â
Your body is a violin, a piano, a flute.Â
A symphony waiting to reach crescendo.
 His tongue glides and prods and his mouth eats you like youâre the last meal heâll ever have, and youâre grabbing onto your pretty pink comforter for dear life as you gasp and moan his name louder and louder with each pass, each flick.Â
Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as his tongue sinks into your warmth, fucking you for a brief few seconds before traveling upward toward your asshole.Â
He stays there, licking and kissing your tight little hole, going to a place nobody ever has before.Â
You reach back and thread your fingers through his hair, forcing his face into your flesh as he greedily licks you up. He moves his tongue back down to your pussy, drinking your arousal like youâre the finest nectar on Earth.Â
Hell, to him, maybe you are.Â
That devastating bliss curls around you and your insides once more, and when Joel wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, youâre absolutely done for.Â
You scream his name like a prayer on Sunday, tears forming in your waterline as this orgasm rips through you more forcefully than the last. Youâre quivering by the time he stands up straight again.Â
âI could eat that sweet little pussy for the rest of my God-given life,â he says, and you look back at him with a weak half smile.Â
Youâre already so fucked out, but you know he isnât done with you yet. Your eyes move down to the bulge in his jeans, and the outline of him makes your mouth water.Â
âLet me suck your dick,â you say, and Joel chuckles before leaning down to give you a wet, you-flavored kiss.Â
âAnother time, baby. Wanna fuck you first.âÂ
Itâs like your body answers to his call each and every time, so willing and ready for him.Â
âWanna see stars, Joel.âÂ
âAnd stars youâll see, sweet girl.âÂ
He leans down to kiss your hair before ridding himself of his jeans and boxers, erection springing free.Â
He groans at the newfound freedom, and you can see his pre-cum beaded at his tip.Â
You canât help yourselfâyou reach over and swipe your thumb over it, popping your finger into your mouth with a satisfied hum as the salty flavor of him dances on your tongue.Â
âWhy do I have a feelinâ you enjoy giving head?âÂ
You quirk a brow at him. âYou wanna find out?âÂ
He laughs. Itâs a sweet, rare sound. Itâs one you want to capture in a jar to keep and cherish forever.Â
âLater, baby. I wanna make you feel good tonight.âÂ
Youâre about to say you already haveâtwice, in fact, but heâs moving behind you before you can get the words out. He rubs your ass one more time before spreading you open.Â
You can tell he admires the view with the appreciative hum that evades his throat.Â
âYou sure you wanna do this? You can still back out, yâknow.âÂ
You look back at him, batting your lashes twice. He gets the message.Â
His mouth quirks up and he swipes his head through your folds, catching onto your clit. You whine at the feeling, and Joel smacks your ass once more for good measure.Â
He settles himself at your entrance and pushes into you slowly, letting you take him inch by inch until heâs reached the hilt.Â
His hips are flush against your ass, and heâs so fucking large and heavy inside you that it lights your body aflame with pure pleasure.Â
âJoel,â you cry, and Joel strokes your back while he allows you time to get used to the sting, the delicious stretch.Â
The feeling is indescribable, being so full like this, let alone with the man youâve been fantasizing about for weeks now.Â
âFeel so fuckinâ good, honey. Sheâs takinâ this cock so well,â he praises.Â
You moan at his words, finally squeezing the words out of your throat. âMove, please.âÂ
So he does.Â
He starts off slow at first, testing the waters, before completely pistoning into you. He knocks the breath out of you, and itâs almost too much, but you fucking love it.Â
You havenât felt this type of bliss in your life, well, ever, and Joel is giving it to you on the first go of him fucking you.Â
He slows his hips down before he grabs the thigh holder and dangles it in your vision, and you look back at him with what had to be the most pathetic pleaful look.Â
âYou still want this?â He asks, and you nod.Â
âWords, baby. Need to hear you say it.âÂ
âGod, fuck! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes,â you cry. âPlease, Joel. Need you toâfuckâneed you to choke me out. Need it rougher. Need you,âÂ
âFuck, baby, youâre a goddamn dream,â he grits. âTap my thigh twice nâ hard if you need me to stop.âÂ
âOkay,â you murmur.Â
He wraps the leather strap around your throat, buckling it securely before giving it a soft tug.Â
âThis feel okay?âÂ
You nod, and he gives you a warning look.Â
Words.Â
âYes, Joel. âS perfect.âÂ
He pulls at the strap, and it squeezes the sides of your throat as he resumes fucking you.Â
Heâs pounding into you relentlessly and a deep, guttural groan leaves his chest and the sound scrapes low in your belly. It makes your pussy flutter around his cock, squeezing him so tight that his hips stutter.Â
âFuckinâ squeezinâ me, baby. She loves this cock, donât she?âÂ
You whine and nod, clawing at the comforter as he pulls the strap tighter. Your breathing becomes more shallow and your vision starts to go black around the edges.Â
Youâre starting to see the stars Joel promised you.Â
Joel hears that your little noises he loves oh-so-much have ceased, so he lets up on the strap. You gulp in a big breath of air, looking back at him to give him a wicked smile.Â
He almost cums at the sight.Â
âReckon you like it rough, too.âÂ
You hum in agreement, reaching between your legs to cup his balls. He nearly chokes on a moan at the feeling of you beginning to massage him, and he slaps your ass before pounding into you once again.Â
He pulls on the strap again, but this time he leans down so his lips are at your ear.Â
âTakinâ this cock like you were made for it, honey.âÂ
He kisses your neck and moves his lips down between your shoulder blades, nipping at your skin before slinking a hand between your thighs, finding your clit in one perfect move.Â
You want to scream and cry his name, but itâs nearly impossible with the restriction on your throat. Your vision blurs black at the edges again and before you know it, your third orgasm of the night is tearing you apart from the inside out. A silent scream evades you.Â
Youâve reached the crescendo.Â
Youâre convulsing around him, and you think heâs saying something like there you go, good girl, but the blood is pounding so hard in your ears that you can barely even register his voice. You barely even feel him take off the holster from around your neck, too.Â
Everything blurs together in bliss and dazzling stars and by the time you come to, Joel is grunting words you can finally hear.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. Where do you want me?âÂ
You do your best to push yourself away from him and clamber onto your knees, right in front of him.Â
You give him a satiated smile, all hooded eyes and a fucked out appearance that has him losing it.Â
He tosses his head back as he pumps himself a few more times before his cum paints itself across your chest and lower half of your face.Â
Youâre truly a sight to beholdâthe look on Joelâs face when his gaze meets yours again says it all.Â
He leans down and cups your face, kissing your forehead.Â
âIâll be right back,â he says.Â
You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, sitting down on your bed again before Joel is back with a wet washcloth in his hand. He coaxes you to lay back against your pillows as he wipes you down gently.Â
The stark contrast of the softness heâs exuding now versus when he fucked your brains out is quite an amusing thing, but appreciated nonetheless.Â
He tosses the washcloth in your hamper after heâs finished, slipping his boxers back on before climbing into bed with you.Â
He tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze, and his thumb traces over the side of your face.Â
âYou okay?â He asks, voice gentle and full of worry.Â
âMore than okay,â you reassure him. Your limbs feel like goo and you can barely keep your eyes open, but youâre floating on cloud nine.Â
You curl into him and he kisses your forehead once again, wrapping an arm around you to keep you close.Â
âListen, Sunshine. I ainât really a flowers type âa guy,â he starts, and you look up at him again.
Your heart sinks a little and youâre sure Joel can see your face deflate, so he quickly follows up on his previous words.Â
âBut baby, for you, Iâd pick out any one you wanted.âÂ
And you know thatâs his way of saying heâs all in. You let his words marinate for a minute before kissing his chest, right above the steady beat of his heart.Â
âEven the white roses from Mariaâs garden?â You tease him, knowing those flowers are her prized possession.Â
He laughs again, and without a beat, leans his face down to yours with such an incandescently happy smile that his usual frown seems something so foreign to you.Â
âEven those.âÂ
a/n (pt 2): huge thanks to @ozarkthedog for encouraging me and letting me ramble about this fic.
also, i canât help but make joel a sappy motherfucker too. heâs a sappy kinky motherfucker.
sorry for any mistakes. this wasnât revised that well.
hope yâall enjoyed tho.
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For VDay requests: Lando takes her to a nice dinner and she gets mad at him idk maybe he does something without realizing. And then they come back home and shes still pissed but he looks so good after he changes in his comfy clothes so they end up fucking on the couch or something but that's when she tells him why was she mad at him â€đ„
Happy Valentine's Day guys xx
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đ REQUESTED by anon ââââ Thank you for this request, I actually had so much fun with it. Enjoy your reading and happy Valentineâs, my lovelies!!
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đ©·summary ââââ Lando notices immediately that his girlfriend is angry with him. However, he has no idea why. But whatever the reason might be, he is determined to remind her exactly why she can't stay mad for long. It's Valentineâs Day, after all.
ïżœïżœpairing ââââ Lando Norris x she/her reader
đ©·rating ââââ explicit
đ©·category ââââ F/M
đ©·warnings ââââ 18+, mature/sexual content, established relationship, descriptive language, swearing, unresolved tension, teasing, jealous!reader, mild dominance, begging, unprotected sex, slight angst-to-smut.
đ©·word count ââââ 4.4k (4.444 to be exact hehe)
đ©·date ââââ Feb. 14, 2025
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VALENTINEâS DAY IS ruined.
Lando had gone all out to make sure that wonât happen, starting the morning by waking her up with muffins in bed, the scent of vanilla still lingering in the sheets as he pressed lazy little kisses to her neck.
They spent the day walking around the city, and shopping, wandering through little boutiques where he insisted on buying her anything and everything she had laid her eyes on.
And then, la piĂšce de rĂ©sistance: a fancy dinner at an exclusive restaurant, the kind of place with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A soft melody played from a piano in the corner, setting the perfect atmosphere. The food was great, the wine was good, and every detail screamed romance, from the flickering candle between them to the way Landoâs thumb traced tiny heart shapes on her hand as they talked, his eyes never leaving hers.
All in all, it had been perfect. Until he ruined it.
The moment was burned into her mind, replaying it over and over again, like a broken record. The waiter, a girl who had been a little too friendly with him all night, had leaned in when she refilled his wine at some point, brushing his shoulder with a touch that lingered for too long. And Lando, oblivious as ever, had winked at her.
Winked.
She knew her boyfriend. Knew he was clueless about these things, that his flirty nature wasnât always intentional. But that didnât make it sting any less. Because the waiter had noticed. She smirked at him, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and acted like his girlfriend wasnât literally sitting on the other side of the table.
After that, she had gone silent.
The entire ride home, she stared out the window, with her arms crossed and lips pursed, and her knees facing the opposite way from him. Lando figured something was wrong ever since; he glanced at her between shifts, brows furrowing, but he didnât say anything, probably thinking she was just tired.
Then they got home, and she had barely looked at him as she changed into something more comfortable, still replaying the scene in her head.
Had he done it on purpose? Probably not. But did it matter?
Thatâs⊠debatable. It mattered to her.
Deprived by every emotion except irritation, she followed Lando setting up his last surprise of the day â a cozy movie marathon on the couch, complete with fuzzy blankets, sweets and drinks, and a bunch of her favorite Valentineâs-themed movies ready to run.
Now, their apartment is quiet except for the hum of the TV that neither of them is really watching. The tension between them is thick, lingering in the air like a storm that hasnât broken. Yet.
She breathes heavily, sitting curled up on the opposite side of the couch, legs tucked beneath her, and arms crossed over her chest. Lando, on the other side, is content to let her be.
Until he isnât.
âAre you gonna tell me whatâs wrong, or are we playing the guessing game again?â he finally asks, voice edged with concern. He knows that she needs time to process whateverâs bothering her at the moment, but his patience has limits, too.
She doesnât look at him, just shrugs as she lies, âNothingâs wrong.â
Lando puffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. âRight. Thatâs why youâve been side-eyeing me like I insulted your entire family ever since we got back. Itâs annoying, you know? If you have something to sayâŠâ his voice trails off, but he feels a wave of anger building inside, so he decides to let go before making it worse.
Her jaw tightens.
She doesnât want to give in, mostly because she knows that the reason why sheâs mad is, well, kind of absurd. But at the same time, sheâs frustrated in a way that isnât just about her boyfriend winking at other girls. The weight of the week has been pressing down on her shoulders, and she needs something â him â but sheâs too stubborn to say it. Especially now. Still, her eyes keep flickering down, lingering on the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips, the lazy way heâs sprawled out, legs spread wide.
He catches her looking, fighting a smile as he stretches his arms over the back of the couch. âYou wanna sit on it?â
Her head snaps toward him, face heating instantly at his question. âWhat?â
Lando shrugs, âYou keep looking,â he tilts his head, feigning innocence. âFigured Iâd save you the trouble of pretending you donât want to.â
She scoffs, but canât deny it. She does want to. Desperately. But sheâs mad at him. So, she says nothing. Just presses her lips together, turning her attention back to the screen like she isnât thinking about climbing onto his lap and letting him pull her apart, little by little.
On the TV, the main characters are making out, sending her mind spinning relentlessly, fueling her sudden desire. Apparently, thatâs enough for her to decide that she has to put an end to it, finally taking Landoâs advice and speak her mind. But heâs faster. His hands are reaching out for her, almost like they appeared out of nowhere, gripping her waist, effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
A surprised gasp leaves her lips, but she doesnât fight him, and doesnât push him away. If anything, she melts just a little, legs instinctively settling on either side of his hips.
He looks up at her, fingers squeezing at her waist. âThatâs better, hm?â
She glares, but thereâs no real heat behind it. âI didnât say you could touch me.â
Lando raises his eyebrows in surprise. âYou didnât say I couldnât either,â he counters, sliding his hands down to grip her thighs, thumbs brushing tiny, teasing circles on her skin. âAnd youâre not exactly running away.â
She hates how smug he is. Hates how easily he sees through her act. Hates how good he looks right now.
But then his hands slide further up, fingertips ghosting over the curve of her ass, pressing her down against him just enough for her to feel him through the fabric of his sweats. And the feeling is⊠intense to say the least, since sheâs only wearing an oversized t-shirt and her pajama shorts.
Lando watches her closely, aware of the effect he has on her. âGonna tell me why youâre mad, or do I have to make you forget?â
She shouldnât give him the satisfaction. But when he shifts beneath her, dragging her forward so deliciously slow, her resolve crumbles.
Her hands grip his shoulders, nails pressing in. âShut up.â
âAnd?â
She closes her eyes, exasperated by his attitude, âShut up and do something.â
Lando grins at her bluntness, fingers tightening on her hips as he rolls her against him again. âAsk nicely.â
She huffs annoyed, but so needy it aches. âLando,â she warns in a low voice.
Lando shakes his head. âNo, baby. You know how this works,â he reminds her, lips brushing against her neck as his hands keep guide her movements. âUse your words.â
She breathes lightly, head tipping back as the friction sends heat pooling low in her belly. âPlease?â
âSee, thatâs a good start,â he chuckles, nipping at her jaw and dragging his tongue over the sting, âBut I know you can do better.â
Her pride wars with her desperation, but itâs a losing battle. She needs more than that, and she knows he wonât give it to her until she breaks.
Next time she speaks, her voice is a whisper, breathy yet sweet, âI need you, please.â
He smirks as he watches her through his eyelashes, happy with the state he managed to put her in so easily. âThere goes my girl.â
Lando can see the shift in her the second he finishes his sentence. Itâs in the way frustration morphs into impatience, and how her breath hitches every time he grinds her against him but doesnât give her what she really wants.
âI know youâre enjoying this, but thereâs no reason for you to take your sweet ass time, you know that,â she mutters, her voice edged with irritation.
Lando shrugs. âAnd you know I like watching you squirm.â
She rolls her eyes, but her body betrays her â again and again. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie, while her thighs tense around his waist. With a sharp exhale, she moves on her own now, hands sliding down between them, tugging at the waistband of his sweats. Lando follows her movements, amused, but doesnât stop her as she pulls them down just enough to free him.
Her breath catches at the sight: heâs already hard, the head flushed deep red, leaking just slightly.
She glances back at him, brows raised, but Lando shrugs again, as if the reason is obvious. âYou on my lap, begging? Kinda hard not to get⊠you know, hard.â
Her stomach clenches at his nonchalance, the way he acts like itâs inevitable. Like, of course heâd be this ready for her. Duh.
Lando exhales excited as she wraps her fingers around him, stroking just enough to make his hips twitch beneath her. His breath gets slightly unsteady after that, but his control remains.
âGetting bold now?â he asks, eyes locked on her as he pushes her shirt up just a little, tracing his fingers along the warm skin of her waist.
The girl doesnât answer, just bites her lip as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down and letting them catch on the curve of her thighs before she kicks them away. Thatâs when the teasing glint in Landoâs eyes fades, replaced with something darker. He swallows hard, hands settling firm on her hips as he drinks her in.
âSo soft,â he mumbles under his breath, mostly to himself.
She feels exposed in a way that has nothing to do with being half-naked. Itâs like heâs seeing everything, because he knows her so deeply. Like heâs about to ruin her in the best way possible.
And sheâs going to let him.
Lando wraps his hand around hers and, together, they pump his cock slowly, his gaze always on her, watching the way her body responds to the sight of it. Then he runs his thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of wetness there while he moves purposely, dragging the length of himself through her folds, groaning at how slick and warm she is.
âFucking hell,â he breathes, pressing his forehead to hers for a second, while she needs to hold on to him with both hands now. âYouâre dripping.â
She whimpers as he does it again, sliding against her, teasing her clit with the thick head before pulling back, drawing out her frustration.
âLando, donâtâŠâ she whines, shifting against his chest, trying to get more of him.
Lando laughs, low and raspy, but his grip on her isnât loosening one bit. âPatience, baby.â
âI needââ
âYeah?â he cuts her off, pressing the head of his cock against her entrance this time, barely pushing in before pulling back out. âWhat? This what you need?â
Her stomach flips at the feeling, so raw, unable to spit out any words. Instead, she only manages to nod.
To show her that he appreciates her honesty, Lando guides her hips, dragging her along his length, pressing his swollen tip against her clit once more and holding her there. Without moving. She gasps, her whole body shuddering as the pressure sends sparks through her nerves.
Lando groans, feeling how she pulses against him, how her body aches for more. âWell, shit. Thatâs pretty,â he admits, watching her fall apart in his hands.
She lets a little cry out in protest, trying to push down, but he keeps her there, right on the edge of everything, everything.
âYou gonna beg for it again?â he asks in a teasing voice.
She wants to fight him on it, but she canât. Not when sheâs this close to him, when every second of waiting feels like pure, unfiltered torture.
She shakes her head, her little cry turning into a throaty moan.
Lando gets ecstatic at the sound and the way her body shivers â so desperate, so utterly wrecked for him before heâs even inside her. For a split second, he considers giving in completely. But then he remembers sheâs mad at him. Or at least, she was. And if she thinks she can get away with that attitude without consequence, she needs to understand that sheâs sorely mistaken.
Instead of giving her what she wants, Lando kisses her. Hard. His lips crash into hers, swallowing the whimper of frustration that slips from her throat. He starts guiding her against him, harder now, making her ride the thick length of his cock without ever letting her sink onto it, the friction sweet but never enough. She tries to pull back, gasping against his mouth, but he doesnât let her. One hand tangles in her hair, holding her close, keeping her exactly where he wants her.
Until her patience snaps and, with a sharp gasp, she bites his lip, just hard enough to make him hiss, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulls at his curls. Lando moans, a low, needy sound that strikes her like lightning. The sting, the fight, the way sheâs clawing for a type of control she wonât get â not yet â motivates him to keep teasing her.
Annoyed, she lets her hand slip between them, fingers wrapping around his cock, slick and throbbing, before she finally sinks down onto him. Because, sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself is to take matters into your own hands.
At that, both of them go silent.
Her body tightens around him instantly, the fullness of him stealing her breath, making her walls flutter as she adjusts to his length.
Landoâs forehead presses against hers, his lips parting with a violent inhale, his hands squeezing her hips.
âJesus, baby,â he breathes, voice wrecked, âWhat buttons did I push?â
She doesnât reply. Doesnât move. Neither does he.
They just sit like that, their bodies locked together so perfectly it almost feels cruel to even blink. The fight, the frustration, the teasing⊠it all fades away in one moment, replaced by something more intense. Something profund.
When she shifts just slightly, Lando whines, feeling the way she clenches around him, and how perfectly they fit together. The thought makes him throb inside her, the heat of her making his pulse race.
She presses her forehead harder against his, her breath shaky. âBaby,â she whispers, âShit, you feel so good.â
Lando opens his eyes, finding hers already on him.
For a second, heâs happy to simply look at her. Her flushed cheeks, the way her lips are swollen from his kisses, the way sheâs barely holding herself together â everything about her is perfection. Then, he lifts her up, and the sudden rush of cool air against his cock makes him moan.
She shrieks at the emptiness, at the way her body aches to take him back. âPlease, not now,â she pleads.
Before she can continue, he shoves himself back in, agonizingly slow, making her feel every inch of him as he stretches her again. As a result, her head falls forward, a desperate whimper breaking from her throat.
Lando keeps his eyes on her, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks, âAlready falling apart, love? Iâve barely even started.â
She whines, arms wrapping around his neck, hips twitching like she wants more. Much more.
âThis what you needed, yes?â Lando taunts, rolling his hips just enough to make her lose her mind. âYou gonna stop being a brat now?â
She tries to answer, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. Lando smiles, dragging himself out just to push back in, watching her eyes flutter shut.
âNo, no. Keep those pretty eyes open,â he instructs, nipping at her jaw, âCome on. I wanna watch you break for me.â
Because he is absolutely evil, Lando keeps it slow. Too slow.
Every roll of his hips is calculated, dragging himself out so she feel his cock slipping away, then pushing back in deep, filling her up so completely it makes her walls pulsate. She canât do anything but take it, her senses overwhelmed by him â by the rough drag of his hands on her skin, the warmth of his breath against her lips, the filthy sound of their bodies meeting.
Then his hands move, sliding up from her waist, fingers tracing over her ribs before finally cupping her breasts. It makes her gasp, her back arching into his touch as his thumbs sweep over her nipples, teasing a little, then rolling them between his fingers.
âSo sensitive, look at that,â says Lando, his voice thick with lust. âAre you shaking, baby?â
She is. Her thighs tremble where they straddle him, her whole body squeezing him with every slow thrust, every lazy swipe of his thumbs against her skin.
His gaze drops between them, and his breath stutters at the image. âBeautiful.â
She doesnât understand at first, too lost in how slowly he fucks her, but then he guides her chin down, forcing her to look.
And oh, fuck.
She can see everything: the way her body stretches to take him in, the way sheâs dripping down his entire length, making a mess on his lap, and the way her thighs are trembling on each side of him.
Landoâs heart starts beating faster, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her neck. âSee how youâre fucking ruining me?â
She lets out a soft, broken moan, fingers playing absentmindedly with the curls at the back of his head, mostly to anchor herself in the moment.
âLanâŠâ
âI know, love,â his tongue flicks against her pulse point before he kisses her jaw. âNot so mad at me now, are you?â
Right now? No. She realizes sheâs not. She canât be. Not when heâs touching her like this, fucking into her with such lazy, devastating precision. Not when heâs whispering filth into her ear while looking at her like sheâs the only thing in the world that matters.
Her hands move, framing his face, tilting it up so she can kiss him again. But this time, their kiss is different. Itâs not angry, not desperate, but tender and loving. A kiss that makes Landoâs grip falter, that steals the breath from his lungs and sends him to a new world thatâs only inhabited by them.
She whimpers hungrily against his lips, and thatâs what breaks him, because he knows he broke her first.
A guttural moan rumbles from his chest as his fingers dig into her thighs. And then he snaps. âLet me take care of you, baby,â he whispers next to her ear, thrusting into her harder. It takes her by surprise, the way he is holding her so tight like heâs trying to fuse them together. âNeed you,â he adds.
The sudden change in pace fractures something in her brain to the point she canât remember anything else except his name.
âItâs okay youâre mad,â Lando assures her. âYou can be as mad as you want, yeah? All day, everyday,â he groans, voice wrecked. âIâm still gonna fuck you like this. Gonna give you exactly what you need. Whenever you need me, love.â
Her head falls back, a loud moan spilling from her lips as he loses himself in her, in the heat, the mess, and the way she clings to him.
âAlways gonna take care of my girl,â he promises, sealing the words against her skin. âNo matter what.â
She can feel his control slipping in the way his thrusts deepen, the rhythm faltering slightly as his breath becomes gradually uneven. Heâs still trying to hold back, but she can tell heâs far from behaving. She feels his cock twitching so deliciously inside her, and the way his hands melt with her skin almost painfully on her hips. Every new sensation makes her dizzy, until itâs too much. The pressure building in her chest, the overwhelming feeling of him inside her, the way his hands start roaming over her skin, and his mouth leaving hot trails across her neck â all too much.
With a shaky breath, she collapses forward, her body unable to keep steady, falling against his chest as her hands slide weakly to his sides.
âI canât,â she gasps, âCanât hold myself up.â
Landoâs hands move immediately, his hold firm on her back, and voice filled with a deep urgency, âI got you, baby. You know I do.â
And then he flips them, his strength not-so-surprising as he rolls them onto the couch, her body now on her back with him above her. The new angle makes them both moan in unison, the sudden shift in depth making every movement feel sharper, more intense.
Landoâs hands find her thighs, pulling them apart so he can press deeper, pushing into her with a delicious force that makes her stomach tighten and her toes curl. The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room â wet, sticky, perfect. Her hands reach up, gripping the back of the couch, her nails scratching at the fabric, trying to keep herself grounded as he fucks her harder.
âFuck, baby,â Lando groans, his face flushed with sweat, his lips parted as he stares down at her, eyes wild with need. âYouâre so fucking perfect, canât get enough of you.â
She can feel him getting closer, the way his movements grow sloppier, more desperate, but thereâs no slowing him down. Heâs all in â in her, in the moment, and she can barely breathe under the weight of it all.
The sounds of their passion are unrestrained, loud, their breath ragged and frantic. Itâs all they hear now: her moans, his grunts, the soft squeak of the couch beneath them. But as the tension starts to crack, she feels herself spiraling as closer to the edge as he is, and she finally feels the last remnants of her jealousy fade away.
She looks up at him, her vision blurry from the pleasure. âYou⊠winked at the waiter.â
Lando freezes for just a moment, his thrusts shallow, and he looks down at her, confusion flickering in his eyes as he forces himself to regain control. âI did?â he breathes out wildly, his lips twitching with a laugh thatâs barely contained.
She moans, biting her lip as she writhes under him, âYes, when she came back with the wine,â she admits, her voice soft, barely a whisper. âIt was so stupid, I wanted to throw it in your face.â
Lando finally laughs, a genuine chuckle, his face still flushed with pleasure. âAlways so dramatic, arenât you?â he asks, leaning down to kiss her lips before pulling back. âWanted to be mad, but youâre too busy getting fucked to even care now, hm?â
She wants to argue, wants to tell him heâs being a cocky bastard, but the words get lost in the sound of her own moans as his rhythm picks up again, faster this time, his cock hitting places inside her that have her seeing stars.
âOh,â she gasps, her voice full of the tension and the blinding pressure building in her chest, âIâm so... Fuck. Iâm close.â
Lando doesnât ease off. âI know, baby. I feel it.â He pushes her closer, his hands gripping her legs just right, his thrusts brutal and relentless. âWanna come for me?â
She doesnât have enough time to process his words. The wave hits her hard, crashing over her like an unstoppable force, and her body goes taut, every nerve lighting up as she cries out, her back arching off the couch as she cums around him.
And Lando isnât far behind.
He slams into her once more, and then his head falls on her chest with a groan as he releases, the hot pulse of his cum filling her up just as her own orgasm shakes through her. Breathless, they stay like that, bodies joined, both of them tangled in the aftershocks of their release.
âNext time, donât wink at other girls if you want to keep your eyes,â she finally says, feeling him softening inside her.
âNext time,â he whispers, still trying to catch his breath, âDonât go non-verbal on me. You know I didnât mean it like that.â
She smiles weakly, pressing her lips to his. âYou never mean it like that, do you?â
The air between them thickens, leaving behind an almost palpable silence. Affected by her last affirmation, Landoâs hands find home on her skin, the touch light, slightly hesitant, like heâs afraid to disrupt the fragile calm thatâs settled between them.
âIâm sorry,â he says.
She traces her fingers through his curls, her body feeling like a flame now, flickering gently after being ignited. Thereâs a warmth spreading from her chest, outwards, a comfort that soothes the storm inside her. But still, her heart races, and the lingering heat from their connection seems to hum through her veins.
Lando shifts, moving to pull her closer, his arms wrapping around her. She nestles into him, feeling the heat of his skin and the sweat against hers, the warmth of him grounding her.
âYou okay?â she hears him again.
âYeah... just needed a moment to catch my breath,â her voice is a soft murmur in his ears.
Lando smiles weakly, his lips curling with that familiar grin. He brushes a lock of hair from her face, fingers skimming her cheek like a whisper, and the gesture is enough to make her chest tighten.
âYouâre everything I need, silly. Always.â
She knows that. And luckily, the storm inside her has subsided. âIâm sorry, too. For being stubborn,â she whispers, her voice full of a quiet vulnerability.
Lando chuckles, âStubborn is an understatement.â
She lets out a breathless laugh. âDonât push it.â
His hands, once firm and assertive, now trace delicate patterns over her skin, mapping every curve, every inch of her as though trying to imprint her into his soul. There is no need for words now, not anymore.
As Lando presses another soft kiss to her lips, she remembers why they will always be able to overcome any childish misunderstanding.
âI love you,â she says, her voice steady.
He smiles, feeling a familiar warmth spreading in his chest. And, instead of saying it back, Lando tilts his head slightly, meeting her gaze with a teasing smirk.
Then, he winks at her.
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Don't Get In Your Own Way
Summary: You and Spencer have always been close - everyone else can see it's more than just friendship. When will you two be ready to see it as well?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU fem!reader
Category: fluff, light smut (18+)
Warnings/Includes: alcohol consumption, suggestive content, friends to lovers, minimal BAU case talk, mild public indecency
Word count: 10.3k
a/n: this was an olddd draft ,,, i came back to give it the ol' razzle dazzle
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Every afternoon, like clockwork, you and Spencer retreat to the stairs outside the FBI offices, your little quiet corner away from the noise of the bullpen. The team is usually scatteredâsome opting for takeout at their desks, others heading out for a biteâbut you and Spencer? You prefer the fresh air, the slight reprieve from case files and fluorescent lights, just the two of you.
Spencer talksâa lot. And you let him. You never interrupt when he goes off on a tangent, whether about a book heâs been reading, some obscure historical event, or even the latest behavioral theory heâs been mulling over. Heâs learned, over time, that you listenâthat you donât just humor him but engage, ask questions, challenge him. Itâs one of the reasons he feels safest around you, why he lets the mask slip, why he doesnât feel the need to filter himself. Around you, heâs just Spencer. Not Dr. Reid, not the genius of the BAU. He's just a guy who loves sharing the things that make his brain light up.
Lately, heâs been growing his hair, letting the waves fall into his face while he works. He never noticed how often he pushed it back, but you did. One afternoon, after watching him shove it out of his eyes for the hundredth time while struggling through paperwork, you wordlessly slid a hair tie onto his wrist.
âFor when you finally give up,â youâd said with a small smile.
Spencer had looked at the simple black band like it was some kind of sacred object before slipping it on. He never did tie his hair up, but the band stayed. Now, when heâs anxious, when his thoughts spiral too fast for even him to keep up, he rolls it between his fingers, snaps it lightly against his skin, and uses it as an anchor. He wonders if you even realize what youâve given him and how something so small makes him feel grounded.
You are completely unaware of how much Spencer sees you and how much he feels for you. You like himâmore than you should, more than is probably appropriate for two people who are just friendsâbut you tell yourself it doesnât matter. Spencer is brilliant and kind and so effortlessly attractive, and you? You convince yourself heâd never see you that way. Itâs not self-deprecating, not reallyâjust⊠reality.
Meanwhile, Spencer sits beside you every day, wondering how you donât notice how his eyes linger, how his heart jumps every time you laugh, and how he holds onto your hair tie like a lifeline. How he wonders if you feel the same way.
â
Derek doesnât let up. Not now, not ever.
Spencerâs been subjected to his relentless teasing for years, but ever since he started growing his hair outâand ever since you gave him that hair tieâDerek has been on a mission.
âPretty Boy, youâre pathetic,â Derek says one afternoon, leaning against Spencerâs desk with his arms crossed, watching him roll the hair tie between his fingers like itâs some kind of lifeline.
Spencer, who has been deep in thought, barely looks up. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, come on, man,â Derek scoffs. âThe hair tie? The way you light up every time she talks to you? The fact that you, the man who hates all forms of physical contact, donât even flinch when she gets in your space? Do you even hear yourself when you talk about her?â
Spencer blinks at him, feigning ignorance. âI talk about her the same way I talk about all of my friends.â
Derek lets out a loud, incredulous laugh. âThatâs funny. Real funny. Because I donât remember you getting all flustered and dreamy-eyed when you talk about me.â
Spencerâs brows furrow. âI donât get flustered.â
Derek raises a brow and mimics Spencer in a high-pitched, breathy voice. âOh, she listens to me ramble. She actually engages with me. Sheâs so perceptive.â He drops the act, shaking his head. âMan, you are down bad.â
Spencer rolls his eyes and turns back to his book, a weak defense mechanism. âI really donât thinkââ
âNo, you donât think,â Derek interrupts. âThatâs the problem. Because if you were thinking, youâd realize that she looks at you the same way you look at her.â
That makes Spencer freeze, a book halfway in his hands.
Derek smirks, knowing heâs struck something deep. âYeah. Thatâs what I thought.â
Spencer opens his mouth, ready to protest and argue some logical counterpoint, but nothing comes out. He canât explain away the way his heart clenches at the mere possibility that you might feel the same.
Derek slaps a hand on his shoulder, grin widening. âAny day now, Pretty Boy. Any day now.â Then he walks off, leaving Spencer to stare blankly at his book, brain absolutely wrecked.
He glances down at the hair tie around his wrist, suddenly hyper-aware of the way it sits against his skin.
Rossi is just as relentless with you as Derek is with Spencerâexcept heâs a little more subtle about it. He doesnât tease in the same playful, in-your-face way that Derek does with Spencer. No, Rossi prefers to plant little seeds, make small comments, and give you just enough to get your mind churning.
Heâs been keeping a close eye on you ever since you joined the team. Maybe itâs the way you love to talk about home or how you light up when someone treats you like family. So, naturally, Rossi steps in. A guiding hand, an occasional piece of advice, a warm presence when you need one.
And right now? Right now, you need someone to tell you that youâre being blind as hell.
âYou know, bella, Iâve been around a long time,â Rossi says one afternoon, leaning back in his chair, swirling a glass of bourbon in his hand. âIâve seen a lot of things. A lot of things. And Iâd like to think I have a pretty good read on people.â
You barely look up from your case file. âAre you about to say something wise or just something annoying?â
He smirks. âOh, I can do both.â
You roll your eyes but donât argue.
Rossi takes a sip of his drink, watching you with that knowing look that makes you feel like youâre being studied under a microscope. âYou like him, you know.â
Your stomach twists uncomfortably, but you donât react. Not outwardly, at least. âWho?â
âOh, donât play dumb. Youâre smarter than that.â
You exhale sharply, still keeping your eyes on your paperwork. âI donât like Spencer.â
Rossi chuckles, setting his glass down with a soft clink. âThatâs cute. Now say it again like you mean it.â
You finally glance up at him, narrowing your eyes. âI mean it.â
âMm-hmm,â Rossi hums, clearly unconvinced. He leans forward, resting his arms on his desk. âYou know, you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger.â
You raise a brow. âOh? You had a thing for Spencer, too?â
Rossi lets out a full-bodied laugh. âNo, but I was stubborn. And I was good at convincing myself that things werenât what they obviously were.â He tilts his head, eyes twinkling with amusement. âLet me ask you something. If I told you that Spencer thinks the world of you, that he practically glows when youâre around, what would you say?â
You swallow, suddenly very aware of your heartbeat. âIâd say youâre exaggerating.â
Rossi shakes his head. âNo, bella, Iâm not. Derek sees it. I see it. Hell, even Garcia sees it, and sheâs usually too busy matchmaking herself to notice when somethingâs right under her nose.â He leans back again, watching you carefully. âBut the real question isâwhy donât you see it?â
Your mouth opens, then closes. The truth? Because the idea that Spencer could feel that way about you is terrifying. Youâve convinced yourself he wouldnât, couldnât, not in the way you secretly hope.
So you deflect. âSpencerâs just⊠Spencer. Heâs sweet to everyone.â
Rossi sighs, shaking his head with something like fond exasperation. âYou keep telling yourself that, kid. But one of these days, youâre going to wake up and realize youâve been standing in your own way this whole time.â
You scoff lightly. âWhat, you want me to march over there and declare my undying love?â
Rossi grins. âWouldnât be the worst idea.â
You shake your head, muttering something about meddling old men as you shove your paperwork into a neat stack, trying to ignore the way your hands feel slightly unsteady.
Rossi just watches you, amusement still lingering on his face.
Because he knows.
And one day, youâll know, too.
â
The precinct is buzzing with too much movement and too much noise. Officers shuffling papers, detectives arguing over case details, coffee machines gurgling, the fluorescent lights humming like an irritating static in the back of your head. Itâs a small station, cramped, and the team has been forced into an even smaller conference room, shoulder to shoulder with local law enforcement.
Spencer has been quiet all morning, his fingers twitching slightly, his blinking a little too frequently. Youâve been with him long enough to notice when the world is becoming too much for him, and right now, itâs clear that the rapid-fire conversations, the overlapping voices, the smell of burnt coffee and cheap air freshenerâit's all pushing him to the edge of his tolerance.
So, as usual, he attaches himself to you.
Itâs something heâs done for years, seeking you out when things get overwhelming. Youâve never minded. In fact, you never even thought much of itâuntil now.
Right now, his head is slumped against your shoulder, a deep sigh escaping him, his breath warm where it ghosts over the fabric of your shirt. His long fingers loosely clutch your jacket sleeve, not in an obvious way, but just enough that you know heâs anchoring himself with your presence. His entire frame is pressed slightly against your side, fitting into your space in a way that should feel intrusiveâbut it doesnât. It never does.
But today? Today, it does feel different. Not bad, not at all, just... noticeable.
The warmth of his body against yours. The way his hair brushes your cheek when he shifts. The way you can feel the weight of him, trusting, unguarded.
You should say somethingâacknowledge it, maybe even tease him like Derek wouldâbut your throat feels tight. Instead, you sit perfectly still, let him rest, let him take what he needs from you.
Across the room, Rossi is watching. He doesnât say a word, just gives you a knowing look, an almost smirk, before turning back to his conversation with Hotch.
You swallow hard, your mind racing with thoughts you donât have time to entertain. Not right now. Not with a case on the line.
Spencer exhales again, a deep, exhausted sound. Without thinking, you lift your hand and gently brush it over his arm, a quiet reassurance. He hums in responseâbarely audible, but enough to let you know he appreciates it.
And you?
You pretend your pulse isnât hammering; pretend this is just like every other time.
Even though, for some reason, it doesnât feel that way anymore.
â
The room is already cold and sterile, the air thick with the lingering scent of antiseptic and something darker, something that clings to the walls of places like theseâdeath, decay, the remnants of lives cut short. The mortuary is dimly lit, the fluorescent bulbs casting a bluish hue over the metal slabs, the bodies covered with crisp white sheets.
Spencer and Emily step inside, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing them away from the world of the living for just a little while.
Emily exhales, rubbing her hands together despite the temperature-controlled environment. âI donât know what Hotch thinks weâre going to find that we didnât already see,â she murmurs, but thereâs no real complaint in her toneâjust exhaustion.
Spencer doesnât answer right away. Heâs already moving, scanning the room with sharp, restless eyes. He doesnât like being back here. Too quiet, too still. Too much time to think. And heâs already spent the morning overstimulated, barely hanging onto himself. If it werenât for youâyour presence, your steadying warmthâhe might have lost his grip entirely.
But youâre not here now.
Emily watches him for a moment, sees the way his fingers twitch slightly, how he pushes his hair back only to drop his hand to his wrist, rolling the familiar hair tie between his fingers. A grounding mechanism. Sheâd seen him do it before.
âSpencer,â she calls gently.
He blinks and looks at her.
âYou okay?â
He hesitates, then nods.
Back in the SUV, Emily watches Spencer out of the corner of her eye as he flips through the case file, his knee bouncing slightly, his fingers twitching against the edge of the folder. Heâs rattling off statistics about the likelihood of unsub behavior escalating post-mortem examinations, but thereâs a certain absentmindedness to the way heâs speakingâlike heâs not entirely here.
And Emily Prentiss? Sheâs no fool.
So, as she turns onto the road leading toward the mortuary, she decides to go for it.
âI wasnât going to say anything,â she starts, keeping her tone casual. âIn fact, I havenât for the past few years.â She glances at him and watches as his fingers tighten slightly on the folder. âBut today felt different. Are you sure youâre alright?â
Spencer stills, his knee stopping mid-bounce before he forces it back down. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Emily snorts. âOh, come on. You canât seriously expect me to believe that.â
Spencer purses his lips, shifting in his seat like heâs trying to physically move away from this conversation. âWe have more important things to focus on right now.â
âUh-huh,â Emily hums. âAnd yet, back at the station, you looked about one deep sigh away from crawling into her lap.â
Spencer stiffens. âThatâs an exaggeration.â
Emily shrugs, smirking slightly. âIs it? Because from where I was standing, you were practically molded to her side.â
Spencer stays silent, glaring down at the folder like itâs personally offended him.
Emily softens, tilting her head. âLook, Iâm not teasing you. Iâm just askingâare you okay? Because Iâve seen you cling to her before when things get overwhelming, but today⊠it was different.â She hesitates. âYou were different. She was different.â
Spencer swallows, pressing his lips together. He could brush it off. He could easily throw out some logical, cold dismissal. I was overstimulated, and she provided a familiar presence. There is nothing unusual about that, but the problem is, it is unusual.
Because for the first time, he noticed it.
Noticed how natural it felt, how good it felt, to be pressed against you. Noticed the way your touch lingered, how your fingers brushed his arm with a softness that made his skin buzz. Noticed how he felt safe, not just because you were familiar, but because he wanted to be close to you. Because he liked it.
And that? That realization is unraveling something in him he isnât sure heâs ready for.
âIââ He hesitates, scrubbing a hand over his face. âI donât know.â
Emily watches him for a moment before nodding, letting the conversation settle for a few beats before she speaks again.
âYou know,â she says, keeping her tone light. âYou could always ask her.â
Spencerâs head snaps toward her, eyes wide, panicked. âAsk her what?â
Emily grins, eyes twinkling as she pulls into the mortuary parking lot.
âOh, you know. On a date.â
Spencer makes a strangled noise of protest, but Emily is already unbuckling her seatbelt, pretending she doesnât hear it.
She lets him stew in his thoughts and sit there with that panicked expression because honestly?
He needs to figure it out for himself.
â
Tuesday nights were for Star Trek, and Friday nights were for pizza and movies. It had started as something casual, a way to unwind after long days at work, but over time, it became an unspoken ruleâa part of your week as consistent as waking up in the morning.
Tuesday nights meant curling up on your couch, debating over which Star Trek series to watch that week. Spencer always had his preferencesâhe loved The Original Series for its groundbreaking storytelling and The Next Generation for its philosophical depthâbut he never protested when you picked Voyager because he knew how much you liked Captain Janeway. You didnât always pay attention to the episodes the way he did, but you loved listening to him ramble, watching his eyes light up as he dissected the scientific inaccuracies or argued about the moral dilemmas presented in each episode.
And then there was Friday nightâpizza and movie night.
Unlike Star Trek night, where Spencer usually held the reins, movie night was a battle. You had vastly different tastesâSpencer leaned toward old classics, noir films, and things with intricate plots that required full intellectual engagement. On the other hand, you sometimes just wanted to watch an over-the-top action flick, something fun and ridiculous.
âI donât understand why we canât watch Casablanca,â Spencer had complained one Friday, frowning at your choice of Die Hard.
âBecause Casablanca is depressing, and I just want to watch Bruce Willis blow things up,â youâd argued, plopping onto the couch.
Spencer had grumbled but ultimately stayed, reluctantly eating his pizza while you enjoyed Die Hard a little too much.
But despite the friendly bickering, you both always showed up for each other. No matter how draining the week was or how heavy the cases got, Tuesday and Friday nights were yours. If one of you was too tired, the other brought food. If Spencer needed to visit his mom, heâd make you promise not to watch Star Trek without him. If you had a bad day, he let you pick the movie without a single complaint (except for that one time you picked Twilight, which he still refuses to acknowledge).
For years, it was just routine, something comfortable, something easy.
The case had finally wrapped up late Wednesday afternoon, and while you should have been relievedâgrateful that everything ended as cleanly as possibleâyou were distracted. Off-kilter. Your mind wasnât on the debriefing, the flight back to Quantico, or even the pile of paperwork waiting for you tomorrow.
No, your mind was stuck on him.
Spencer.
More specifically, the way you couldnât seem to shake the lingering warmth of his body from when he had leaned against you, or the quiet, vulnerable way he had sighed into your shoulder, or the way Rossiâs words had wormed their way into your brain and stuck.
"You keep telling yourself that, kid. But one of these days, youâre going to wake up and realize youâve been standing in your own way this whole time."
Damn him.
You were usually so good at compartmentalizing, at keeping your feelings neatly boxed up and shoved into the farthest corner of your mind where they couldnât betray you. But now? Now, every little thing Spencer did had you spiraling.
Like right now.
Friday afternoon rolls around, and youâre already on edge.
When Spencer casually walks up to your desk, his messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, and his hands are tucked into his pockets, you already know youâre in trouble.
âHey,â he says, tilting his head slightly. âWeâre still on for tonight, right?â
You blink at him.
Wait. What?
Is he confirming plans? He hasnât done that since the first month you started doing thisâsince he was still unsure if the ritual was set in stone. But now, after all this time, heâs asking?
Your heart starts hammering, palms go clammy.
âYeahâyes,â you blurt out, nodding a little too fast. âOf course. Why wouldnât we?â
Spencer watches you carefully, clearly picking up on something being off. His brow furrows slightly, and he studies you with that damn profiler gaze, the one that makes you feel like heâs reading every single thought youâre desperately trying to bury.
âYou okay?â he asks slowly.
You force a laugh. It comes out weird. âYeah! Why wouldnât I be?â
His frown deepens.
Okay. You need to fix this before you combust.
You grab your phone off your desk and clear your throat. âSo! What are we watching tonight?â you ask, trying to force the conversation forward before you completely unravel.
Spencer tilts his head slightly, still watching you with suspicion, but he lets it go.
âFor our movie night? Or are you asking if weâre switching to a Star Trek episode lineup for some reason?â
You roll your eyes, grateful for the distraction. âMovie night, obviously.â
He hums, his lips quirking slightly. âI figured it was my turn to pick.â
You groan dramatically. âUgh. If this is another silent foreign film that you claim is âcaptivating,â Iâm kicking you out before the pizza even gets here.â
Spencer smirks. âItâs not silent.â
You narrow your eyes. âBut it is foreign.â
Spencer just shrugs.
You groan again, shaking your head. âFine. But if I fall asleep, Iâm blaming you.â
He grins, and for a moment, just a moment, everything feels normal again.
Except itâs not.
Because now youâre noticing everything. The way heâs smiling at you, like he genuinely likes looking at you. The way heâs still standing a little too close, the scent of cologne youâve never noticed mixing with the faint smell of old books and coffee. Your heart is pounding, not from panic anymore but from something else.
And Rossiâs voice echoes in your headâYouâre going to wake up and realize youâve been standing in your own way this whole time.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to push the thought away.
Spencer is still looking at you, waiting, expectant.
You clear your throat. âSo⊠my place at seven?â
He nods. âYour place at seven.â
And with that, he walks away, leaving you gripping your desk, trying to convince yourself that your entire world hasnât just shifted on its axis.
â
The knock at the door makes your stomach drop.
You werenât expecting it. Not from him.
Spencer never knocks. Not anymore. Not when heâs been coming here for years, slipping inside without hesitation, using the key you gave him so long ago that neither of you even remembers when it stopped being your apartment and started feeling like his, too.
But tonight, he knocks.
And for a moment, you just stare at the door, pulse pounding in your ears, a strange, unsettling panic twisting in your chest.
Why?
Why would he knock?
Did something happen? Did you do something? Did he?
You scramble to your feet, nearly tripping over the corner of the rug in your rush to reach the door. Your hand hovers over the doorknob for half a second too long before you finally pull it open.
And there he is.
Standing in the dim glow of the hallway light, looking just as nervous as you feel.
Heâs holding the pizza in both hands, gripping the box like itâs the only thing anchoring him. His lips are parted slightly as if heâs mid-thought, mid-explanation for why heâs standing here like a stranger instead of walking in like he always does.
âHey,â he says, and his voice is careful, deliberate. Like heâs testing the temperature of the air between you.
You swallow. âWhyâd you knock?â
Spencer shifts, his fingers flexing against the cardboard. âIââ He exhales sharply, eyes flickering down for a moment before meeting yours again. âI wasnât sure if I should justâif you wanted me to just come in.â
Your stomach twists. âYou always just come in.â
âI know,â he says quickly. âI justââ He stops, swallows, tries again. Spencer takes a breath, shifting his grip on the pizza box. âCan I come in?â
Your fingers tighten slightly around the doorknob as you nod and step aside.
The warm glow of your living room wraps around Spencer like a familiar embrace. The scent of old books and candle wax lingers in the air, mingling with the rich aroma of fresh pizza. Heâs holding the box carefully as if it were fragile or important. His fingers clutch the edges a little too tightly.
Something is different.
You feel it the moment he walks through the door, the way he hesitates on the threshold before closing it behind him. His usual easy presence is replaced with something unsure, something heavy that neither of you can quite name.
Itâs never been awkward before.
But tonight, it is.
Maybe itâs the way he swallows before speaking or the way you feel hyper-aware of the space between youâspace thatâs usually nonexistent when youâre tangled up on the couch, watching whatever movie you finally agreed on after bickering for twenty minutes.
Maybe itâs the way his fingers brush against his wrist absentmindedly, rolling the hair tie between them, a habit you know means heâs feeling too much.
Or maybe, just maybe, itâs because something unspoken has been hanging in the air between you for a while now, something neither of you have dared to name.
Spencer sits down beside you, a little closer than usual but still not quite enough. His knee brushes against yours, and you donât pull away. Neither does he.
âMovie?â you ask, trying to sound normal. Trying to push through the tension.
Spencer nods, but he doesnât reach for the remote. Instead, he glances at you, searching your face, lips parting slightly like he wants to say something.
And for the first time in all the years of Friday pizza-and-movie nights, for the first time in all the comfortable silences and easy laughter, you thinkâ
He might actually say what youâre both thinking.
But when Spencer finally does speak, itâs not what you expect. You blink at him, your brain short-circuiting.
"Do you want to watch 10 Things I Hate About You?"
It takes you a second to process the words because that is not what you were expecting.
For a moment, your grip tightens on the edge of the couch, your knuckles going white, and your heart still hammering from the sheer weight of what you thought he was about to say.
âWhat?â you finally spit out, voice higher than youâd like.
Spencer shifts awkwardly in his seat, clearing his throat as if heâs just realized how strange the moment is. âItâs⊠isnât it your favorite rom-com?â
You stare at him. âYeah⊠but I didnât think you liked it.â
âI donât dislike it,â he hedges, suddenly looking everywhere except at you. âAnd, statistically speaking, if weâre ranking romantic comedies based on their adherence to Shakespearean influence, itâs arguably one of the better adaptations of Taming of the Shrewââ
You cut him off with a squint. âYouâre rambling.â
He presses his lips together, a nervous habit, his fingers twitching slightly. âRight. Sorry.â
The air between you feels charged, like an unsaid truth is pressing against the walls, threatening to break them down. But instead of confronting it and saying whatever it is thatâs clearly sitting on the tip of his tongue, Spencer is talking about rom-coms.
You cross your arms, tilting your head. âOkay, but⊠why? Why that movie? Why now?â
His eyes flicker up to yours then, just for a second, and thereâs something raw, vulnerable, and uncertain.
And then, before you can decipher it, he shrugs. âI just thought youâd like it.â
Your heart clenches painfully because God, heâs so Spencer. Always thinking of you, noticing the smallest details, and looking out for you even when you donât expect it.
And yet⊠thereâs still something unspoken lingering between you, something simmering beneath the surface, something that almost came out before he took a sharp left turn into the world of 10 Things I Hate About You.
âDo you want to watch?â Spencer asks again in that vulnerable tone, lifting the movie case from his bag.
You exhale, rubbing your hands on your pants to wipe off the nervous sweat. âYeah,â you sigh.
Spencer nods, but itâs almost hesitant, almost like he wasnât sure youâd say yes. He lingers for a second with the 10 Things I Hate About You DVD case in his hands, gripping it just as tightly as he had the pizza box moments ago.
You swallow, rubbing your palms against your pants again before reaching for the remote. âUh, you can put it in.â
He moves toward the DVD player slowly, methodically, like heâs focusing on the action so he doesnât have to focus on you. You watch him as he kneels down, sliding the disc into the tray, his fingers steady even though you know he isnât.
The air between you is thick with something unspoken, a weight pressing on both of you, but neither of you acknowledges it. Instead, you wait as the movie boots up, the familiar menu music filling the quiet space between you.
Spencer hesitates before sitting, but itâs closer than usual when he does.
Not overly closeânot close enough to make it obviousâbut close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, close enough that his knee brushes yours again.
You pretend not to notice.
He pretends not to, either.
The movie starts, and for the first time, neither of you is watching it.
Youâre too aware of himâthe way he shifts slightly when you do, his fingers twitch against his knee like heâs trying not to reach out, and the way his breath catches ever so slightly when your arm brushes his.
Spencer doesnât usually do this. Heâs tactile when heâs overwhelmed, yes, but this? This is different. This is hesitation; this is awareness; this is something tiptoeing dangerously close to the edge of something neither of you has dared to touch before.
And you donât know what to do with that.
So you try to focus on the movie, try to push through the nervous energy coiling in your stomach.
But thenâ
Then Spencer shifts, leans back against the couch, exhales softlyâ
And his arm drops, just slightly, around your shoulders.
Your heart stops.
You stare at the screen, unblinking, unsure if he even realizes what heâs done.
But he doesnât move.
And neither do you.
The room feels different now. Warmer, heavier, charged with something neither of you have spoken aloud. You canât tell if itâs the candlelight flickering in the dim space or if itâs just him, just this, whatever this is, settling around you like a second skin.
Spencerâs armâhis armâis resting along the back of the couch, not quite on you, but close enough that you can feel its weight, close enough that if you shifted even the slightest bit, it would be.
You try to focus on the movie. Try to act like nothingâs changed.
But your body betrays you.
Your shoulders stiffen at first, instinctively, not because you donât want thisâGod, you doâbut because you donât understand it. Because Spencer Reid does not do things like this. He does not reach out in this way, not unless heâs overwhelmed, and even then, itâs different. This is intentional, isnât it?
Isnât it?
You inhale slowly, carefully, keeping your eyes trained on the screen as Kat Stratford delivers another sharp-witted insult. But youâre not really listening. Youâre waiting. Waiting for Spencer to shift, realize what heâs done, pull back, laugh nervously, and pretend like nothing happened.
Exceptâ
He doesnât.
If anything, he seems more relaxed than before. His breathing is even, his body settling into the couch like he belongs there. Like you belong there.
And then, before you can stop yourself before you can overthink it like you always do, you shift. Just slightly. Just enough that your shoulder leans into his arm.
The movement is so small and insignificant that if it were anyone else, they wouldnât notice. But this is Spencer. And Spencer notices everything.
You hear the sharp inhale of breath and feel the way his body tenses just for a momentâjust long enough to make your pulse hammer against your ribsâbefore he exhales slowly, deliberately.
And thenâ
Then his fingers brush against your shoulder.
A whisper of a touch, hesitant, almost like heâs waiting for you to pull away.
But you donât.
You canât.
So, he stays.
And for the rest of the movie, neither of you moves. Neither of you speak.
But everything, everything, has changed.
The credits roll. The music swells softly through the speakers. The dim glow of the screencasts flickering shadows across the room, but neither of you move.
Not even a little.
Your body is still pressed into his side, your shoulder tucked against him, his arm draped so loosely yet so deliberately around you that you canât tell if itâs keeping you close or if itâs keeping him grounded.
Maybe both.
Maybe thatâs what this has always been.
You donât know how long you sit there, frozen in the moment. You donât know if heâs thinking the same thing, if heâs waiting for you to speak, to move, to acknowledge that something unspoken has settled between you like a weighted silence.
But thenâ
âY/N,â Spencer murmurs.
Just your name.
Soft. Almost careful.
You inhale sharply, blinking yourself back into the moment. Your head turns toward him slowly, cautiously, like moving too fast might shatter whatever fragile balance is hanging between you.
And thenâ
Spencer shocks you.
Because the second your eyes meet his, the moment your lips part in silent questionâhe leans in.
And he kisses you.
Itâs not hesitant.
Itâs not unsure.
Itâs not like the Spencer Reid you thought you knewâthe one who second-guesses, who overthinks, who analyzes every possibility before making a move.
No.
This is something else entirely.
This is Spencer moving without logic, without calculation, without fear.
This is Spencer wanting.
And for a split second, your brain short-circuits, unable to process whatâs happening or understand how the man who had just spent two hours analyzing 10 Things I Hate About You is now kissing you like he means it.
But thenâ
Then you kiss him back.
And itâs over.
Whatever line had existed between youâwhatever barrier had kept you from stepping over the edgeâit's gone.
Spencer exhales against your lips like heâs been holding his breath for years. His fingers tighten against your shoulder, just slightly, pulling you in closer, pressing against you like heâs terrified youâll disappear if he lets go.
But youâre not going anywhere.
Not now.
Not after this.
â
Dating Spencer is like stepping into something timeless, warm, and constant. Itâs not rushed or overwhelming. Itâs not dramatic or chaotic. Itâs just Spencer. And that, in itself, is everything.
He doesnât love convention. He doesnât do big grand gestures unless they mean something. But he does the little things, the things that matter. The things that show how deeply and irrevocably he feels for you.
Like reading to you before bed.
It starts without much thought, just a quiet habit that becomes part of your nights. You never ask him to do it, and he never makes a point of it, but it happensânight after night, in the soft, dark quiet of your bedroom when the world slows, and nothing exists but the warmth of his arms and the soothing rhythm of his voice.
Some nights, itâs The Picture of Dorian Gray or a few pages from Pride and Prejudice. Other nights, itâs something entirely differentâa passage about an old poet, a historical retelling of an artistâs life, something obscure and worn, a book heâs read a hundred times before. It doesnât matter. You donât even remember the contents most nights.
What you remember is the sound of Spencerâs voice, the way it lulls you into a hazy, comfortable state within minutes. The way his fingers draw lazy circles on your arm as he reads, absentmindedly tracing patterns like he canât not be touching you. The way his lips brush the top of your head in soft, feather-light kisses like heâs saying goodnight without ever actually stopping the words on the page.
You never make it past a few minutes.
Thatâs how long it takes for his voice to pull you under, for the warmth of his chest to turn into a lullaby, for his steady breathing and gentle presence to quiet every thought in your mind.
And Spencer?
Spencer never minds.
Even when you fall asleep on him mid-sentence, even when his voice trails off and he realizes youâre gone, lost to dreams, he just smiles to himself, presses one last kiss to your temple, and quietly closes the book.
Because he loves this.
Loves you.
Even if he hasnât said it yet.
â
You knew Spencer was good with kidsâhe had an innate gentleness, a patience that most adults didnât possess. You had seen him with Jack before, seen the way he could calm a crying toddler with a few soft words and a fascinating fact about dinosaurs. But this? Watching him take care of a baby?
This is a whole different level.
JJ and Will had been desperate for a night outâjust a few hours, nothing crazyâand with Garcia tied up at some tech conference, JJ hesitantly asked you and Spencer to watch Henry. She had barely finished asking before Spencer nodded, assuring her that he had plenty of experience with child development and cognitive growth.
Now, an hour into babysitting, you sit on the couch in quiet awe as Spencer moves around the living room, cradling Henry against his chest like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
"Statistically speaking, infants exposed to language early on are more likely to develop higher literacy skills in adolescence," Spencer muses softly, bouncing Henry gently in his arms as the baby babbles against his sweater. "So even though you might not understand this now, Henry, I think you'd really enjoy learning about the Fibonacci sequence when youâre older."
You stare, biting your lip to contain the ridiculous grin threatening to take over your face. "Spencer, are you seriously lecturing a one-year-old on mathematical sequences?"
Spencer glances at you, unfazed. "He seems interested."
Henry lets out a delighted squeal, gripping a fistful of Spencerâs cardigan and yanking with surprising strength.
"AhâHenry, no, that's myâ" Spencer stops mid-sentence as Henry starts giggling, his tiny fingers still tangled in the fabric. Instead of pulling away, Spencer just sighs in resignation, adjusting his hold so Henry can comfortably rest his cheek against his shoulder.
And oh, no.
Your heart is gone.
Your ovaries? Destroyed.
Because Spencerâsweet, brilliant, slightly awkward Spencerâis standing there in JJâs living room, holding a baby like he was made for it, rubbing gentle circles on Henryâs back as he hums absentmindedly.
And you are not okay.
"Youâre good at this," you murmur before you can stop yourself, watching how he instinctively shifts to sway Henry slightly, lulling him between sleep and contentment.
Spencer shrugs, but thereâs a soft pink dusting his cheeks. "Itâs just⊠knowing how to respond to their needs. Babies need security and reassurance. If they feel safe, they thrive." He glances at you then, his voice quieter. "It's not complicated."
But it is.
Because suddenly, your brain is not thinking about just this night. Itâs not just thinking about babysitting Henry. Itâs thinking about Spencer as a father, Spencer with his own baby in his arms, rocking them just like this, whispering facts to lull them to sleep, pressing soft kisses to their tiny forehead.
And the thought wrecks you.
JJ has no idea what sheâs done by asking you to babysit.
Because now?
Now, you are painfully aware that Spencer Reid would be the best dad in the world.
And you really need to go splash cold water on your face before you say something insane.
The drive is quiet at first, a comfortable kind of silence, filled only with the hum of the engine and the faint rustling of Spencer shifting beside you. The weight of the night still lingers, the softness of it, the warmthâSpencer holding Henry, the easy way heâd cared for him, the way it had done things to you that you werenât entirely sure you were ready to name yet.
"Are you dropping me off," Spencer asks suddenly, his voice cutting through the stillness, "or am I coming over?"
Your hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel.
The question is simple. Straightforward. But thereâs something deeper beneath it, something unspoken. Because this isnât the first time Spencer has stayed over. But tonight, with the way youâre feeling, with the way you want himâreally want himâthe meaning feels different.
Your pulse picks up.
You donât answer right away, not because you donât know what you want, but because you do.
Because you want him to come over. Because you want him in your bed for more than just resting. Because youâve wanted it for a while now, but neither of you have crossed that line yet.
And suddenly, it feels like Spencer knows exactly what youâre thinking.
Heâs watching you, quiet, observant, his fingers resting lightly against his knee as he waits for your response. He doesnât push, doesnât pryâhe just waits.
You swallow, exhaling slowly before finally speaking. "Come over."
Spencer doesnât say anything at first. But when you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, his lips are pressed together, his fingers twitching slightlyânervous energy, anticipation, something else.
"Okay," he says finally, voice quiet but firm.
And thatâs all.
You donât talk for the rest of the drive.
But you feel everything.
The way his hand rests between you is so close to yours but not quite touching. The way your breaths sync up is slow but uneven, charged with something you both know is coming.
When you finally pull into your parking spot, turn off the car, and steal one last glance at him, Spencer doesnât hesitate.
He just unbuckles his seatbelt, pushes open the door, and follows you inside.
Spencer follows without hesitation but doesnât move past the doorway immediately. He lingers, standing just inside your apartment, watching as you set your keys down on the counter, as you exhale slowly, as you try to steady yourself against the weight of what this night is turning into.
You turn back to him then, and the sight of him standing thereâhands tucked into his pockets, shifting slightly on his feet, looking at you like heâs trying so hard to figure out what happens nextâmakes your stomach flip.
Heâs waiting for you.
Waiting for permission.
You take a step forward, closing some of the space between you. Spencer watches you carefully, his breath hitching just slightly, his fingers twitching where they rest at his sides.
Spencer nods. Swallows. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asks, âAre we just sleeping?â
The question hangs between you, thick with implication, and thatâs when it happensâthe shift from nervous anticipation to something else.
You step closer again, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that if either of you moved just slightly, youâd be touching.
And then, softly, hesitantly, you reach for his wrist, fingers brushing against the skin just above the hair tie he still wears, the one you gave him so long ago.
âI donât know,â you admit, voice barely above a whisper. âDo you want to just sleep?â
Spencerâs breath catches. His eyes flicker to your lips, then back up again.
âNo,â he murmurs. âNot really.â
And thatâs all it takes.
Because suddenly, youâre kissing him.
Or maybe he kisses youâyou donât know who moves first, donât care, because all that matters is the way his hands are suddenly on your waist, pulling you closer, the way his lips part against yours, slow and deep and wanting.
Itâs different from the previous kisses you have shared. And as his hands slide up your back, as you press yourself into him like youâve been waiting forever for this, as he exhales sharply against your mouth because heâs finally getting to have youâ
You know neither of you will be getting much sleep tonight.
The first time you and Spencer had sex was nothing short of mind-blowingâat least for him.
You hadnât known just how little experience he had until later when he mumbled something against your skin about only having done this once before, his voice laced with disbelief and something like awe.
But it wouldn't have changed anything even if you had known beforehand. It had started so slow, like neither of you wanted to rush like you were both trying to memorize each other in ways you hadnât been able to before.
Spencer had been nervous at firstânot clumsy, not hesitant in a way that made you think he didnât want this, but careful, intentional, like he wanted to make sure he was doing everything right. Like he was terrified of messing up, of not being enough.
But God, was he more than enough.
Because once he got past the nerves, once he stopped thinking and started feelingâ
It was everything.
He touched you like he was discovering something new like he was learning you in real time. His fingers mapped the soft curves of your body, memorizing the way your breath hitched when he kissed your neck and how you sighed when his hands gripped your waist.
And when you guided him, when you whispered what you liked against his lips when you told him exactly how to moveâ
That was when he really fell apart.
Because Spencer thrives on knowledge, learning, on understanding. And now, he was learning youâlearning what made you shiver, what made you moan, what made you clutch at his shoulders and gasp his name in a way that sent a shudder through him so deep he thought he might break apart completely.
By the time you were actually together, when he finally slid inside you with a deep, shaky moan, his hands gripping your hips like you were the only thing keeping him groundedâhe knew.
He knew he was ruined for anything else.
Because nothingânot the one experience he had before, not the books he had read, not the theories or statisticsâcould have ever prepared him for this.
For you.
And when he came undone, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and ragged, your name tumbling from his lips like a prayerâ
It was the closest thing to heaven he had ever known.
You pulled Spencer on top of you without hesitation, letting his exhausted body flop onto yours, his full weight pressing you into the mattress in the best possible way. He didnât resist or try to roll away or give you spaceâhe just let himself be and melt into you like he belonged there.
You traced slow, lazy shapes on his bare, sweat-slicked back, feeling the way his breathing gradually evened out, the rise and fall of his chest pressing against yours in a steady rhythm. His damp curls tickled your skin where his face was buried against your neck, but you didnât dare move. You liked having him close like this.
Then you felt itâSpencer taking a deep breath like he was about to say something important.
His voice was muffled, soft, still laced with lingering wonder as he exhaled against your skin.
âDid⊠was that good for you?â
You smiled at the ceiling, your fingers still tracing mindless patterns along his spine. He was too cute. Too him.
âIt was amazing, Spencer.â
He didnât respond immediately, but you felt him tense slightly, his arms tightening around your waist as he let out a small, almost sheepish exhale.
âIâm sorry it was over so quickly.â
You laughed, tilting your head so you could press a soft kiss to the crown of his head. âSpencer, you have nothing to apologize for.â
He huffed, shifting slightly so his face was visible again, his flushed cheeks still pressed against your skin. âBut Iââ
âNope.â You cut him off before he could finish whatever self-deprecating thought was about to leave his mouth. âI loved it. And besidesâŠâ You trailed your fingers down his spine, feeling the shiver it sent through him. âNow that the nerves are out of the way, weâve got all night to take our time.â
Spencer froze for half a second before lifting his head just enough to look at you properly, his eyes wide, dark, needy.
âAll night?â he repeated, voice barely above a whisper.
You smirked, fingers tightening ever so slightly on his back. âMmmhmm.â
And just like thatâ
Spencer wasnât exhausted anymore.
The night stretched long and slow, turning into early morning, and in those quiet, intimate hours, you discovered thingsâthings that made you grin, things that made Spencer writhe, things that neither of you had ever put words to before but suddenly felt so obvious now.
Like hickeys.
Spencer really liked hickeys.
You hadnât meant to leave one, not at first. But the moment your lips latched onto the sensitive skin of his neck, the second your teeth scraped lightly against his pulse point, Spencer let out a sound that was almost embarrassingâa sharp, gasping whine that had his fingers digging into your waist, his hips bucking up against you without thought.
And just like that, you knew.
âYou like that?â you murmured against his skin, already smirking, already marking another spot just below his jaw.
Spencer shivered violently, his breath stuttering, his grip on you tightening. âIââ He cut himself off with a choked noise, arching into you again.
Yeah. He definitely liked it.
And then there was the other discovery that made your entire night.
Spencer was a certified bottom.
He liked giving up control, liked you taking the lead, liked it when you moved on top of him, guiding him, making him fall apart underneath you.
And oh, he thrived in it.
Especially when your hands threaded into his hair, whispered things to him, and praised him in that sweet, teasing tone that made him whimper.
And God, the way his hands roamed when you were on topâ
Which led to the third discovery of the night.
Spencer was a tits guy.
Sure, he loved all of youâhe worshipped every inch of you with those big, eager hands, his lips, his tongue, taking his time, savoring you like he had all the time in the world.
But your boobs?
Those really got him going.
Maybe it was because of the angle, the way they bounced when you moved, or maybe it was the way they fit so perfectly in his hands, how he could squeeze, cup, and knead them just the way he liked.
Maybe it was the fact that he could bury his face in them, groaning as he nuzzled into your chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your skin, mumbling about how perfect you were, how soft, how he never wanted to stop.
And when you realized?
When you teased him about it?
He turned a deep shade of red, sputtering something about biological instincts and aesthetic appeal, but the second you rolled your hips and dragged his hands back to your chest, his words died completely.
âOh my God,â he groaned, his head thudding back against the pillow, his fingers squeezing you almost desperately.
And yeahâ
You really liked that discovery, too.
â
Spencer had barely stepped into the bullpen when Derekâs booming voice rang through the air like a damn foghorn.
"Pretty boy!"
Spencer flinched. He knew that tone. That taunting, giddy, Derek-is-about-to-ruin-your-life tone.
And thenâbefore Spencer could so much as blinkâDerek was grinning at him, full teeth, eyes sparkling with absolute mischief as he pointed directly at Spencerâs neck.
âOh no,â Spencer mumbled under his breath, instinctively reaching up as if he could somehow erase the evidence.
But it was too late. Because Derek had seen it. The hickey.
The hickey.
The one you had left on him Saturday night. Or was it Sunday morning? Honestly, it didnât even matterâwhat mattered was that he had forgotten to cover it up, and now? Now, Derek was never going to let him live this down.
âDamn, kid,â Derek laughed, sauntering over with the confidence of a man who lived for this kind of teasing. âSo you are gettinâ some.â
Spencer groaned, his entire face going up in flames. âDerekââ
âNah, nah, donât even try to deny it,â Derek interrupted, shaking his head like he couldnât believe what he was seeing. âThat is a grade-A hickey, man. Iâm talkinâ official, stamped, certified âthis man is gettinâ wreckedâ level.â
âDerek, please,â Spencer hissed, glancing around desperately as if he could somehow stop this from escalating.
Too bad the damage was already done. Because JJ and Penelope were already staring. And then laughing. Loudly.
âOh my God,â Penelope gasped, practically shrieking with delight. âSpencer! Look at you! Our boy is all grown up and getting marked up like a romance novel protagonist!â
âOkay, stop,â Spencer pleaded, feeling absolutely doomed.
JJ just smirked, sipping her coffee like this was the best entertainment sheâd had in weeks. âSo, how was your weekend?â
Spencer exhaled sharply, adjusting his bag on his shoulder and making a beeline for his desk, determined to escape. âI hate all of you.â
Derek just grinned, following after him with his arms crossed. âNah, Pretty Boy, you love us. Just not as much as you love your girlâwho, by the way, did some damage on you, man. She got territorial.â
Spencer slammed his forehead onto his desk with a loud thud. JJ and Penelope cackled. Derek patted him on the back like he had just won something. And Spencer?
Spencer knew damn well that this was never going away.
â
Spencer was always composed. Always Spencer. Polite, intelligent, articulate. The type of man who didnât act impulsively, who thought through everything before making a move.
Except, apparently, when it came to you.
Because when it came to you, Spencer had no self-control.
And nowhere was that more apparent than tonightâright nowâwhen he had you pressed up against the bar in the middle of a crowded room, his lips hot against your neck, his hands resting just a little too low on your waist, and his very obvious boner grinding against your ass.
This was not the Spencer the team knew. This was not the awkward, hesitant genius who stumbled over his words and overanalyzed his every move.
No, this Spencer was different.
This Spencer wanted you, and he didnât care who saw.
This Spencer also happened to be a few glasses of champagne deep in his birthday celebration with the team.
âSpencer,â you hissed, gripping the edge of the bar for support as another firm roll of his hips had heat coiling low in your stomach.
He hummed against your neck, his lips still moving, still marking you in the same way he had been since he discovered how much he loved leaving hickeys on you.
âHmm?â he murmured, voice low, dragging his tongue lightly over the fresh mark before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against it.
Your grip tightened on the bar. âWeâre in public,â you reminded him, but your voice was breathy, weak, barely convincing.
Spencer chuckledâactually chuckledâagainst your skin, his fingers flexing against your hips. âAnd?â
And?
And?
You blinked, stunned by his sheer audacity, by the fact that Spencer Reid was grinding up against you in a public bar like he had every right to.
Like he owned you.
And maybe he did.
You hated to stop him. God, you hated it.
But Spencer was too drunk.
It wasnât that he was wastedâSpencer didnât drink often, and when he did, he rarely overindulgedâbut tonight, between rounds of celebratory drinks with the team and the way he had relaxed into your presence, he was just tipsy enough that his usual inhibitions were gone.
And normally, you wouldnât mind. Normally, youâd love seeing him like this, out of his shell, more bold in his affections. But Spencer was intoxicated, and you were sober, and you refusedârefusedâto take advantage of that.Â
So, with a deep breath, you gently pried his hands off your waist, turning around to face him fully.
âSpencer,â you murmured, voice soft but firm.
He blinked, slow and dazed, his lips swollen from where he had been so intent on marking you up. âHuh?â
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing against his flushed cheeks. âWe need to get you home, okay?â
His brows furrowed. âButââ
âNo âbuts,ââ you interrupted, kissing his cheek quickly before pulling away completely. âCome on, before Derek starts making bets about whether youâll take shots with him.â
Spencer groaned, looking devastatedâlike a scolded puppy who had just been denied his favorite treat. His hands flexed at his sides like he wanted to pull you back, but even in his inebriated state, he listened.
With one last longing look at you, he sighed. âFine.â
You smiled, taking his hand and leading him back to the group. The second you announced, âIâm taking Spencer home,â a chorus of hoots and hollers erupted from your friends.
Derek practically howled with laughter. âDamn, Pretty Boy, sheâs gotta put you to bed already?â
âI hate all of you,â Spencer grumbled as Penelope cackled.
JJ smirked into her drink. âDonât forget to hydrate him.â
âOh, I will,â you assured her, rolling your eyes as you steered Spencer toward the door.
After a few more teasing remarks and one last dramatic wolf whistle from Derek, you managed to load Spencer into the passenger seat of your car.
As soon as you pulled out of the parking lot, you reached for the stereo and turned on classical musicâsomething calming that would hopefully settle the restless energy still buzzing under Spencerâs skin.
And sure enough, within minutes, he was already melting into the seat, head lolling to the side as the soft notes of Debussy filled the quiet space.
You smiled to yourself, reaching over to squeeze his hand.
âAlmost home, Spence,â you murmured.
He sighed deeply, squeezing back. âYouâre the best,â he mumbled, voice slurred with exhaustion.
The rest of the night had been easy enoughâgetting Spencer home, guiding his sleepy, clingy self into bed, listening to him mumble drunken nonsense as you pulled the covers over him. He had curled around you the second you lay down beside him, burying his face in your neck, sighing deeply as if you were the cure to whatever hangover awaited him in the morning.
Before you had drifted off, you had set up a glass of water and some painkillers on his bedside table, making sure everything he needed would be right there when he woke up.
Now, in the golden light of morning, you were sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, reading while Spencer slowly resurfaced from his alcohol-induced slumber.
He stirred first, shifting slightly under the sheets, letting out a sleepy little grunt before blinking blearily up at you.
For a moment, he just stared.
His hair was a complete mess, curls sticking up in every direction, and his face was still warm and soft from sleep. His lips parted slightly, his eyes unfocused as he tried to piece together where he was, why he felt like this, and why the hell you looked so perfectly content beside him while he felt like his brain was swimming in molasses.
ââŠMorning,â he croaked, voice raw from sleep.
You glanced down at him, smiling over the top of your book. âMorning, baby.â
He blinked slowly, still processing. Then, realization dawnedâthe bar, the teasing, you dragging him home like an overgrown toddler.
He groaned, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his face. âI was drunk.â
You laughed softly, closing your book and setting it aside. âYep.â
He peeked out from under his arm, his lips twitching slightly. âDid IâŠ?â
âYou were very affectionate in public,â you teased, shifting to face him. âLike, very affectionate.â
Spencer made a noise between a groan and a laugh, rubbing his face. âDerekâs never going to let me live this down, is he?â
âI didnât let anybody see, Spence.â
He sighed dramatically before turning his head to look at you again, his expression softening. His eyes flickered to the bedside table, taking in the water and painkillers, the small gesture that made something warm and fond settle in his chest.
âYou took care of me,â he murmured.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âOf course I did.â
Spencer didnât say anything momentarily, just looking at you like he was trying to memorize you in the morning light. Then, without warning, he reached for you, pulling you down into his arms, burying his face in your shoulder.
âI love you,â he mumbled against your skin, voice still thick with sleep.
Your heart stopped.
Completely.
Frozen in time, in this moment, in him.
Spencer had said it. So casually, so effortlessly, like it had always been there, sitting just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to slip out. Like it wasnât something earth-shattering, something that made your breath catch and your entire world tilt.
You barely breathed as you whispered, "You love me?"
You felt his lips curve slightly against your skinâsoft, sleepy, so sure.
"I love you," he repeated, voice muffled but certain, like it wasnât even a question in his mind. Like it never had been.
The warmth of his words settled over you, seeping into every inch of your skin, curling around your heart like the softest, safest thing youâd ever known.
Suddenly, you were moving, pulling back just enough to cup his face in your hands and tilt his head so that his eyes met yoursâstill drowsy, still heavy with sleep, but so incredibly full. You smiled, soft and disbelieving like you couldnât believe you had gotten this lucky. Like you couldnât believe he was yours.
"I love you, too."
Spencer blinked, like it was his turn to freeze like his still-sleepy brain was trying to process that you had said it back. Then he smiledâwide and beautiful, the kind of smile that made his dimples show, the kind of smile that made your chest ache in the best possible way.
And without another word, he kissed you.
Slow, deep, certain.
Like he had just decidedâright here, right nowâthat he was never letting you go.
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Ain't Right part 3
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Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Joel thinks you deserve better.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, age gap (56/20), swearing, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral f!receiving, cockwarming, size kink, skinny dipping, angsty, kinda asshole/grumpy Joel, mention of alcohol
Celia's note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG. but i threw in that much request angst i hope yall enjoy!!!!! Also happy valentines day!!! peace n luv fr
Aint Right part 1 Ain't Right part 2
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Recently, life has been great for you.
Winter was gone as fast as it came, and spring started to take root in Jackson. Your favorite season.
The months that passed since Christmas had been like a dream. You and Joel's relationship had been all unicorns and rainbowsâwell, to you, anyway.
Finally, you were starting to pry open the gates to Joel's thoughts. Becoming close with him meant so much to you, even when he would off-handedly share information about himself by accident, you'd immediately commit it to long-term memory.
He didn't like to talk about himself much, but when he did, you were all ears.
Joel, on the other hand, didn't have to try as hard with you.
There was a constant flow of words out of your mouth, especially around him. You couldn't help it, really. You talked when you were nervous, and you were always nervous around Joelâthat never went away.
But all in all, you were overflowing with happiness.
Joel, however, was feeling a little differently.
Ever since this relationship with you started, he's had this subtle ache about it.
His insecurities of being an old man were eating at him, day by day. His conscious just couldn't stop pestering him with the idea that you deserved better.
He felt that by being intimate with you, as much as he liked it, was holding you back from living your life.
By allowing you to indulge in this relationship with him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was setting your life up for failure.
He was picturing some White Fang situation where you were some wild animal that was getting too close to him, and in order to prevent you from getting hurt by domestication, he'd have to throw rocks at you and tell you to 'go on an' git'. Even though he deeply cared about you.
These insecurites really came to the surface whenever you two were in bed together.
He was 56 years old, for crying out loud. He had two rounds in him max, anything more might give him a heart attack.
He'd clock the little disappointed pout you'd make when he couldn't go again, even when you tried to act otherwise. He was just in his head about the entire thingâwhich was so unlike him.
You were doin' things to him, thats for damn sure.
Joel couldn't deny the affect you had on him anymore. You were starting to become a top priority; he was unable to stop himself from putting you first.
How was it so easy for you to become to important in his life?
He pondered this thought while coming back from a supply run, riding in on horseback. The sound of hooves crunching twigs and rocks was an oddly theraputic sound, one that helped stop him from thinking so much.
Upon his return, Joel drops off his supplies and guides his horse back into its stable. He gives it a few loving pats before leaving, walking down the main road with the breeze in his hair.
His eyes scan the people crowding the streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of his favorite face.
And he does.
Eventually, Joel spots you, helping an older lady up her porch steps. Youâre smiling, eyes sparkling like everything in the world was all fine and dandy.
It never got easier seeing you wear cooler clothes in public.
Sure, he's seen your naked body plenty of times, but there was something about you in a tank top, jean shorts and cowboy boots that just did things to him.
His heart tugs in his chest as he watches you complete the kind act, skipping back down the steps once the lady waves you goodbye.
Thatâs when you see him, across the street, just staring at you.
Your face lights up like fireworks when you notice. It always did. But Joel never got tired of seeing it.
He watches you jog his way, nearly running straight into him but managing to stop yourself last second.
âHey! Howâd that run go?â You ask, beaming up at him and trying your hardest not to smack his lips with yours.
âGood.â He nods, clenching his jaw.
Jesus, you looked so good right nowâJoel was having a very hard time focusing on what to say when you were distracting him with your banginâ bod.
âGood.â You copy, finding a moment to assess him. He seemed tense, more tense than usual. Joel knows youâre about to ask him whatâs wrongâand he canât face that question right now.
So he speaks before he knows what heâs saying. âYou should come out with me again, next time, I mean. Actually try n' help instead of.. flirt.â
He's disgusing his intense feelings for you with an insult, because of course he is.
You scoff at his diss, rolling your eyes. âYou loved my flirtinâ.â You copied his texan drawl to mock him, earning you a glare.
âWell, Iâd love to. Is it a date?â You purr, stepping into his personal space, prompting Joel to make quick use of his self control.
If he could act on his impulse, he would have bent you over and fucked you right there on the sidewalk.
He clears his throat before nodding. âSure. Tomorrow. Itâs a date.â He bites out like it pains him, because in truth, he'd rather take you out to dinner or something than another stupid supply run.
Youâre smiling again, swaying on your feet. You make a few glances around to make sure no oneâs watching before popping up and kissing him on his cheek.
âKay, see you then." You chirp ever so sweetly, walking away in your small jean shorts.
You were really tugging on his heart strings.
When tomorrow comes, you're sitting on your porch swing, waiting for Joel to come and get you.
You were excitedâmainly because you two would be out of sight from prying eyes. You could act on all your impulses.
You didn't mind people figuring you two out, you're kind of sure they already had, but you felt that Joel did care, and you wanted to respect his boundaires. Even though he never made those clear.
But, you felt you were pushing it with that kiss on the cheek yesterday, and you didn't want him upset with you.
The sudden thought made you worry.
Maybe he was upset with you. He did glare at you yesterday.
You probably did something, your anxious mind tells you.
You're snapped out of your thoughts due to the sound of hooves clopping against the road. Looking up, you're met with the pleasure-inducing sight of Joel.
He's walking with a horse beside him, holding its lead with a trained hand.
He's wearing that faded gray shirt and those jeans that seem like they're hanging on by a thread. So casual.
But, then you take a closer look at his appearance. He...trimmed his beard and attempted to slick back his hair...?
...Was he trying to look nice for you?
"Did you get all pretty for me?" You ask with a giddy smile, skipping down your steps.
He grumbles something incoherent under his breath before rolling his eyes. Yet, you swear you can see the faintest bit of blush on his cheeks. "You ready to go?" He asks, gesturing to the horse.
He's trying to change the subject, but you need to let him know you appreciate his efforts.
"You look really good, Joel. I meanâyou always look good, but today especially." You bring your hand up to feel his hair, smiling happily. He can tell you're being geniune, but he's never been good with compliments.
"Thanks, sweetheartânow get on the damn horse." He sounds exasperated, but theres a small smile on his lips.
He helps you up onto the back before climbing on himself. "Wrap yer arms 'round me. Don't fall off." He murmurs, steering the horse towards the gates.
You slide up so that your chest is pressed against his back, and outstretch your arms to wrap around him. Once you two successfully leave the town and no one is watching, that's when you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade.
It's cozy. It's intimate. It's Joel.
You could fall asleep against him like this.
He remains silent because he knows how peaceful you feel right now. He wants to let you enjoy the moment.
You're admiring the forest scenary, occasionally resting your eyes. You don't know where Joel is taking youâmaybe he's heading straight towards the middle of nowhere to drop you off and leave. Getting rid of you probably would've been in his best interest.
You're smiling at the thought because you know yourself. Even if he did do that, you'd find a way back to him. Like a loyal dog.
"Wait," Your voice cracks through the silence. Joel stops the horse, turning his head back to look at you. "Is that a lake?" He turns his head to where you're looking, his eyes catching the blue water that you're so enamoured by.
"Don't know what else it would be."
You roll your eyes at his smartassary. "...Can we go?"
"To the lake?" He reiterates, a confused look on his face. "'N do what?"
You shrug your shoulders, feeling stupid for asking all the sudden.
Immediately, Joel notices how you shrink into yourself. He wants to punch himself in the dick because he's being an asshole.
To fix his mistake, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue and steers the horse down to the body of water.
You're giddy again in no time, a soft but excited squeal escaping your throat.
He manages to find a small clearing within the brush; open tall grass, a fallen tree trunk perfect for sitting, and direct access to the lake.
"So pretty." You muse, simply in awe of the nature around you.
You didn't really leave town muchâonly when you had to. So, seeing stuff like this, really meant a lot to you.
Joel gets off the horse and immediately turns to help you down. His hands find themselves on your hips while yours latch onto his shoulders.
He lowers you effortlessly, his grasp lingering for longer than it needed to.
Your skin lights on fire at his touch, dirty thoughts instantly flooding your brain.
The lake, the seculsion, the tension...there was really only one thing you were thinking about right now.
"Hey, what if we just...didn't go on that supply run?" You muse, avoiding eye contact for a moment because no matter how close you've gotten with Joel, he still made you nervous.
He shoots you a questioning look, which gives you the idea to show rather than tell.
You step closer to the waters edge, beginning to take off your boots. Joel's watching with that stern look, but it quickly fades, replaced with lust when you start shedding off your clothes.
First your shorts, then your tank top.
"Let's go swimming!" You say with that happy smile, the one that makes his heart beat soar.
He can't stop his eyes from devouring every inch of your stark naked body.
Not only did Joel enjoy your pert breasts and supple ass, he was also equally obsessed with the not overtly sexual things about you. Your hair, shoulders, collar bone, forearms, the curve of your spineâeverything, he was consumed by it all.
He realizes that he needs to answer you, but all that comes out is a scoff.
"Heyâno. We don't know what the hells in that water." He huffs as his boner peaks through his jeans.
"Fine, guess I'll swim alone then." You say nonchalantly, knowing if you went in, odds were, Joel wouldn't be far behind.
And you were right.
As soon as you enter the cool water, you see Joel starting to undress in the corner of your eye.
You pretened you're not watching, and eventually he joins you in the lake.
You've waded out rather far into the water, waiting to speak until you know Joel is close.
"Doesn't it feel nice?" You ask, letting your body float above the surface, limbs outstretched while you stared up at the fluffy clouds.
If you could do this forever, you would. Naked as the day you were born, floating in warm spring water with Joel's companyâmaybe this was heaven.
Sure felt like it.
You almost don't even notice Joel's palm run up your shin and thigh, only when his hand lightly drifts over your lower stomach, is when you become all too aware.
Yet, he doesn't venture south.
Instead, he makes a path further up your stomach, then your ribs, then the valley of your breasts, until he rests his hand over your heart.
You stare at his face as he completes this insane act, completely baffled at the fact that he seemed so entranced and calm, while you were trying not to freak out.
He notices your stare, and finally meets your eye contact. No words leave his mouthâhe can't seem to find any that feel right.
But he's thinking about how beautiful you are. How sweet and doting, how smart and witty. Everything about you encompassed into a few short words just didn't feel worthy enough.
But you can't just leave things the way they are.
Slowly, you situate yourself around him, attaching to his body like a koala bear. Your arms slide around his shoulders while your legs wrap around his waist.
Skin to skin, face to face, so fucking intense.
Joel's strong arms find themselves around your torso, keeping you close to him.
"Yeah, it does feel nice." Joel replies, his voice soft, his eyes even softer.
You smile, big and geniune, a feeling of bliss taking over you. "Isn't this so much better than some silly supply run?"
Joel rolls his eyes, which spurs you on even more.
"Come on, admit it; you'd rather be out here with me, than some stinky convience store looting pills." You tighten your legs a little around his torso, feeling your cunt become flush with his bare stomach.
You feel a surge of pride when his breath hitches and his erect cock prods at your ass.
But it doesn't take long for his expression to fall back into its natural scowl.
"M'not admitin' shit." He murmurs, bringing a hand up to move your wet hair over your shoulder and onto your back. It's an absentminded motion, one that Joel isn't really thinking about doing.
He just felt the urge to touch you.
You giggle at him, dropping your forehead to his shoulder to laugh.
Joel huffs, trying to stop smirking because your giggle is contagious. "Quit." Is all he says, shaking his head. "Can't believe you got me out 'ere doin' this shit." He grumbles, adjusting his hold on you slightly.
"What 'shit'?" You mimick him and his texan drawl, earning you a stern glare.
"Naked in a lake like m'some fuckin' teenager." He speaks with an unamused expression, before his eyes land back onto you and his gaze softens. "What're you doin' to me, huh?"
It's a rhetorical question, but he says it like he's truly desperate for an answer.
You're not sure how to respond. His eye contact is making your brain all foggy.
It's silent.
You can only hear the rustling water, your breathing, and the general nature sounds in the distance.
Joel knows he confused you with his words, so he takes a moment to look away.
"Alright," He huffs out eventually. "Time to go."
He doesn't give you a chance to protest because he's already walking back to the shore, his arm remaining secured tightly around your back, basically carrying you.
You're not ready to leave, but you know Joel is, so you just opt for a dejected sigh.
He lets you back down on your feet when you're both on the grass, lingering his hand on the small of your back when he picks up your clothes. He uncrinckles your shirt before opening it up so you could easily put it on.
"This is becoming a habit of yours." You murmur softly, putting on the tank top and cringing at the way it sticks to your wet skin.
"Mm?" Joel doesn't know what you're referring to. He's never realized his pattern of clothing you. It was a simple act, but one you found endearing.
"Nothin'." You chirp, sliding on your shorts and boots.
Joel looks at you assessingly while buttoning his jeans back up, sucking in his stomach to zip them.
You're looking right back at him, admiring the way his wet hair looks, how the grays peak out in the most perfect way.
In a nervous manner, you shift on your feet, sliding your hands down into your jean pockets. "You sure you don't wanna...fool around?" You muse, looking at him with raised eyebrows.
Joel smirks down at the ground as he continues to button up his shirt, shaking his head.
"You're too late kid, should've asked when we were naked." He's teasing, walking back over to the horse and gesturing for you to come.
You groan out, dragging your feet as you walk over to him and the horse. You were being dramatic, and Joel see's right through it.
"Quit whinin'. C'mon," He mutters, grabbing you by the hips to hoist you back onto the saddle.
"You're no fun, old man." You mumble, which freezes Joel in his tracks.
He doesn't know why, but that one off-handed comment ignites a blazing string of destructive thoughts.
As if he wasn't already insecure enough about being old and no fun.
His brain is jump-starting the self-depricating train of thought he had grown accustomed to, only this time, it had more fuel because you unknowingly confirmed it.
Of course, that isn't what you meant at all. It was just a teasing little comment, one you didn't think twice about. You weren't actually upsetâat all.
Nevertheless, Joel's already in deep.
Slowly, he swings himself behind you onto the horse, grabbing the reins and starting forward.
You're quick to notice his demeanor, but choosing to keep your mouth shut.
The entire ride back is silent.
It was just like the ride there, only with a more suffocating air.
You have an inkling, but you have no idea the extent of his turmoil behind you.
Eventually, you two make it back to the stables. Joel helps you down from the horse, moving like a robot with no facial expression.
He's got that look in his eye that worries you. Every atom in your body wants to ask him what's wrong, but you also don't want to pry.
However, Joel would never open up to you unprompted. So, you at least try.
Your hand drifts upwards to his face, smoothing some of his hair down by his ear. "Is everything okay?" You finally ask, your voice purposefully soft and light so you don't startle him like he was some wild animal.
He inhales through his nose and clenches his jaw.
Oh.
Something was really wrong.
Your gaze goes from slightly weary to concerned in a flash, nervously biting down on your lower lip. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You ask, very evidently willing to do whatever he needed.
Joel had never been good with emotional timing. At the end of the day, he was still a man.
âWeâve gotta stop this.â He blurts.
Youâre still for a moment, confused with his abrupt and vague words. You wait patiently for an elaboration.
Eventually, one comes, to Joelâs own dismay.
âWe canât see each other anymoreânot like this.â
A beat passes.
Then another.
And then another.
Youâre frozen with dread.
Itâs like your body has forgotten all functions as you sit there and stare at him.
Surprisingly, the only thing youâre able to think of in this life changing moment, is the Christmas party at Maria and Tommyâs.
Youâre thinking about how Joel fucked you in the guest bedroom, and how he said he didnât want you having sex with anyone else.
You remember how happy you feltâlike you two were exclusive or something.
How stupid were you?
With a quick intake of air, you swallow and look away.
âDid I do something wrong?â You croak, your voice akin to a wilting flower.
Joel is wracked with guilt the moment he hears you. But his mind is forcing him to do this.
âNoâno. You havenât done anythinâ wrong. This is all me, I fucked up and let this go on for too long.â
His answer provides no relief.
âBut, I thought weâI thought you liked me?â Youâre stumbling over your words because youâre so distraught, trying to blink away your persistent tears.
Shit.
Joel can hardly look at you. He would crumble and die if he didâthe sadness in your expression is like several stabs to the gut.
Truth is, he did like you.
Thats why he wants to end things.
âIâm sorry.â Is all he can manage, head hanging down to look at the dirt.
Youâre not looking at him either, instead opting to blankly stare at one of the horses in the stable.
âSo,â You start, your voice cracking because youâve started crying at this point. âYou donât wanna hook up, does that mean we can still hang out?â
Joel takes a big deep breath before answering.
"It would be best if we didn't see each other at all." Finally, he makes eye contact with you, and immediately regrets it.
You look like you've just been shot, for christsakeâmight as well have.
It was like he just tore your heart out, threw it to the ground, curb-stomped it, and kicked it down a gutter.
"Okay," you murmur, nodding slowly, trying to seem some-what chill about things. Inside, however, it was like World War III. "Uhm, I'm just gonna go home." Your voice is a croak, and Joel watches with the utmost remorse as you walk away.
It feels like shock.
Was this a break up? Were you even together in the first place? Why didn't he want to see you at all? Questions, questions, and more questions rattle in your brain as you shuffle away, hands shaking and eyes pouring.
You look down at the ring Joel gifted you on your finger, debting whether you should take it off or not.
Joel feels awful.
And it's not like the awful he felt the very first time he regected youâthis time it's far more painful. It's a deeper wound, an uglier, gross, puss-infested cut that keeps getting worse the farther you walk away.
He thought he'd feel some relief.
He thought that after ending things, he would be rid of that nagging voice in his head.
But no, it remained.
Only now, it barked thoughts of wrong-doing.
'Why would you do that? Things were going great, you've fucked everything. You just broke her heartââ and it goes on and on and on.
For a moment, the panic he feels registers in his mind as a heart attack. Thats what it felt like, anyway.
He has to brace himself against one of the wood beams in the barn, aggressively rubbing his chest to try and get his heart rate normal. Joel loses his breath in the process, not realizing that he's having a panic attack.
Whatever happens next, you don't see.
You never looked back after you walked away. *** "I don't know why you're all caught up about this, Joel." Tommy admits, a disappointed expression on his face.
Joel glares at his younger brother from the bar top, clearly disgruntled by Tommy's inability to understand his side of the situation.
It had been exactly 17 hours since Joel cut things off with you. He'd been drinking for at least 10 of those hours.
Somewhat drunkenly, he had told Tommy a very short and curt version of what happened.
But he got the picture. Tommy sighs, hanging his head for a minute before bringing it back up to speak again. "All m'sayin' is, it's the end of the damn world, Joel. Her 'future' ainât graunteed; she'll be lucky if she makes it past 30 with the way things are. She's been 'round long enough to know that herself, n'for some fuckin' reason, she wants youâ"
"She don't know what the hell she wants."
"Seeâthat's where you're wrong, Joel." Tommy slams the whiskey glass that he was cleaning down on the bar, fed up and frustrated. "I've known 'er longer than you. She's a smart girl n'you're sellin' her short. Wake the hell up." He bites out before walking away, clearly finished with the conversation.
He had been watching and listening to Joel mop and groan about it all day and nightâhe had enough.
Other than the anger from being talked to in that manner welling inside of Joel, there was also a moment of clarity.
As much as it killed him to admit, Tommy was right.
He was selling you short.
The world is too ugly and fucked up for him not to act like everyday might be his last. He would be stupid to not just settle down and be happy with you for however long he had left.
Shit.
All alone in Tipsy Bison, Joel was slowly beginning to realize how majorly he screwed up.
He ruined things because he was too damn scared.
He didn't think there was a worse feeling than thisâdealing with this huge fucking mistkae.
He wasn't sure if he would be able to come back from how things ended.
That look that you had in your eyes...Fuck. Joel didn't think he even deserved a second chance.
But goddammit if he didn't try.
After throwing the rest of his whiskey back, Joel got up from the barstool and hurriedly walked out, slamming the doors behind him.
He marches all the way to your place, ignoring whoever tried to talk to him on the way.
He had to do this. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't.
Finally, he makes it to your quaint little home, haulting in front of it. There is some imaginary force stopping him, something pulling him back.
It's that nagging voice in his head again, the one that caused this whole mess in the first place.
But this time, he ignores it, and trudges up your porch steps.
Joel knocks rather forcefully, his jaw clenching when you don't answer within seconds.
He bangs on the door again with his fist, hard, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
When you still don't answer, he enters anyway with your spare key (he always kept it on him), calling out your name as soon as he steps inside.
You hear him from your bed upstairs, though you honestly think you're hallucinating. You've been crying for hours, the only sound in your ears were your sniffles and sobs.
His heavy footsteps seem to get louder and louder, and when he calls out your name outside you're door, that's when you realize you weren't hallucinating at all.
You sit up just as Joel opens your door, your eyes wide with shock and tears.
He takes a couple steps inside before he sees how utterly devastated you looked. The sight of you renders him immoveable.
He feelsâŠlike the biggest asshole-asshat-douchebag-fuckwad-dickhead thats ever walked the planet.
âWhyâŠare you here?â Your broken voice asks, trying your best to hold back tears.
Even after all he did, you still spoke so softly, all your respect for him still there.
He had talked himself up the entire walk over, but all his words were dying on his tongue.
He was beginning to think that there was nothing he could say that would make what he did right.
âBabygirl Iââ
He sees you psychically flinch at his voice, and it makes his heart break all over again.
His feet carry him to the edge of your bed, hands coming out to hold your face.
Youâre not sure how to process his touch, not sure how to process any of whatâs happening, but youâre trying your best.
âI was wrong,â his thumb is wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks, a forced gentleness to his touch. âSo fuckinâ wrong, babygirl. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
Upon hearing his words, you canât stop the floodgate of your tears. You start bawling, your shoulders shaking with each sob.
âI was so scared.â You cry, bringing your hands up to latch onto him. You wanted to explain more, explain why you were scaredâbecause having Joel and then suddenly not having him, was like ripping your heart out.
He canât scoop you up in his arms fast enough.
He gets in the bed with you, lifting you onto his lap while he cradles your head to his chest, kissing the top of your scalp.
"M'not lettin' you go. I promise." He husks, his grip on you strong.
And Joel kept this promise.
He held you the entire night, ensuring that you were secure and warm.
In the morning, you immediately asked what changed his mind.
"I was frustrated." He starts, exhaustion etched into his face. "I couldn't understand why you wanted me. Felt I was keeping you from some great lifeâa young husband n' some white picket fence. But..life here is probably as good as it's gonna get. And this," He looks to the both of you, alluding to the relationship you shared. "Is really fuckin' good."
Your heart is crumbling at his confession.
Discovering that he spent so much time insecure about things, both infuriated and saddened you.
When you were about to respond and explain away his worries, he speaks again.
"M'not lettin' you go. What I did was a mistake. M'sorry."
You're crying again, sniffling softly against him.
"You should've just fuckin' talked to me," You whimper, burying your face into his neck. "I could'veââ
"Ain't nothin' you could'a done. You never did anythin' wrong." Joel reassures, pulling you from his shoulder so he can look at your face. "You gon' forgive me?"
"Obviously," you mumble, looking at him with a fake frustrated expression. "I meant it when I said I've always been yours."
And just like that, things were resolved.
You brought your hand down to grip his flannel, sighing into his chest. Joel also sighed in relief, realizing that you weren't going anywhere.
To raise the spirits in the room, you crane your neck up to look up at him, a soft smile playing at your lips.
"M'still mad at you. How are you gonna make it up to me?" Initally, you weren't really insinuading anything sexualâyou were thinking he could take you for dinner or ice cream or something.
But Joel has something different in mind.
He gently grabs your jaw, angling your face so he could kiss you how he wanted. His tongue is warm in your mouth, his mustache prickly against your face.
When he breaks away, you're out of breath, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"I got an idea." Joel mumbles, carressing your jawline with his thumb.
Slowly, he sits up only to position himself between your thighs. With his calloused hands, he slides his palm up the planes of your legs until he reaches your pants.
You shiver when he dips his fingers under your waist band, pulling them down agonizingly slowly.
"This okay?" He asks in a gentle tone, one that makes your stomach do flips.
"Yes," You say immediately and breathlessly. "Very okay."
The corners of his mouth turn up to resemble a smirk, before his gaze returns back to the area between your legs. He runs his fingers down your clothed slit, feeling the way your wetness coated the stringy fabric.
You let out a soft gasp, slightly bucking your hips, hungry for more of his touch.
He plays there for a while before finally taking your underwear off, setting it somewhere on the bed.
Joel inhales through his nose when he sees your glistening cunt, trying to not cum in his pants at just the sight. He doesn't stop his impulse to pull your folds apart, running his thumb along your lips.
He's being so slow and gentleâitâs making your heart rate each dangerous levels.
His thumb then ventures up to lovingly rub your clit, his eyes scanning your face to watching your reaction.
Your legs are shaking as you kept them apart for Joel, your hands fisting the sheets as you cope with the sensations he's allowing you.
Your chest is heaving up and down and your eyes are glazed over with a hazy fogâone that Joel loves to see.
Then, out of nowhere, Joel lowers his head and connects his lips to your clit.
The act makes you jolt, mostly because you weren't expecting it.
His tongue laps at you, slowly at first, but then something shifts in Joel.
It's like the hunger for your cunt overwhelms him, and his grip on your thighs tighten. Within seconds, he's devouring you like a man starved, licking long strips up your cunt before focusing on sucking your clit.
You can't stop the moans and mewls slipping past your lips, and you don't really want to. You want Joel to know how good he's making you feel.
"OhhhfuckJoel," You whine, shooting your hands down to grab his salt and pepper hair. He focuses solely on your bundle of nerves with his tongue, using his fingers to give your desperately empty hole some attention.
When he slides two fingers inside, you effectively fall apart.
Tear prick in the lining of your eyes, your thighs clamp around his head as you cry out his name.
The fact that he's never eaten you out before and he's been this good at it the entire time, felt criminal. You honestly might've been more offended that he waited so long to reveal this talent than when he tried to end things.
"Dontstopdontstopdontstop," You sob, feeling yourself reach that climax you craved.
You come with a loud moan, and Joel lets you ride it out on his tongue and fingers.
When your body goes limp, thats when Joel lets up. He brings his head out from your legs and slips his digits out of your spasming hole.
You mewl at the feeling, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" You asks, voice quiet and cracked.
"M'fifty-six years oldâbeen around the block, babygirl." He's face is glistening with your juices, and his mouth is wearing that lopsided smile of his. It makes you wanna smile back.
"...Damn. So I'm not the first, huh?" You huff, not upset in the slightest, just wanting to tease him a little.
He chuckles and unzips his pants, letting his cock slap against his stomach. "No sweetheart, you ain't the first." He rasps, effortlessly manhandling you to straddle his lap. "But you are gon be my last."
His hands caress the plush surface of your hips, kneading them like dough while his eyes scan your face.
You're blushing so hard, your face probably looks like a spanked ass.
He really did have a knack for leaving you breathless with those one-liners of his.
You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders, looking back down into his big brown eyes. All you can do is stare, because your brain is too focused on how hard your heart is beating to come up with a response.
"What? Now you ain't got nothin' to say?" He husks, his massive palm venturing down to your grab and squeeze your ass. Your back straightens and your lips part like you want to say somethingâbut you're not quite sure what. "C'mon, use those pretty lips."
An idea pops into your brain.
"I'd rather use these lips," You whisper close to his mouth as you raise your hips up to hover over his member, slowly dipping his tip inside your warm hole.
"Fuck," Joel grunts, exhaling through his nose.
You grin at his reaction, lowering yourself down further with bated breath. You watch as his head lolls back and his grip tightens on your waist.
"What? Now you have nothing to say?" You mock, even though you're equally as breathless as he is.
He flashes you a glare before sliding a hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand doesn't let you break away from his lips, and you don't plan to.
His tongue establishes dominance in your mouth, which you eagerly let happen. It's passionate, deep, bordering on punishingâsometime during, he manages to rip your top off, leaving you completely nude. But sooner or later, you both decide breathing might be a good idea.
You break away, chests heaving, mouths panting.
Eventually, you sink all the way down on him, giggling deliriously when you make eye contact again. You decide to forget your fake little fued, nuzzling your head into his neck.
"Have I ever told you how big your dick is?" You mewl, squirming your hips around a bit but not lifting them up and down. It has Joel reeling.
His hands are holding you so tight, you're sure that it'll leave a bruise. "No," Joel huffs out rather distractedly, his eyes laser-focused on the way your cunt is gushing all over his lap. But you swear you can see the faintest blush on his tan skin.
"Wellâyour dick is real big." You whisper nearly inaudibly, making Joel snap his gaze back to your face. A lazy smile curls at your lips before you begin dragging you tight cunt up and down on his violently erect cock.
Joel shakes his head in disbelief, as he often does, but is unable to answer becase the feeling of being inside you is rendering him speechless. His hand absent-mindedly dips down to rub your clitâthe act has you doubling over onto his shoulder, starting to bounce on him like your life depended on it.
"OhJoel, Iloveitsomuch," You blabble into his ear, noticing how he had taken the reigns at this point. He was manually lifting your hips, bringing them down with intense vigor.
He was stretching you out so good and his tip was so fucking deepâyou were having a hard time staying conscious and not going brain dead.
It appears Joel's in the same boat too. "Fuckâyou're killin' me." He grunts, bucking his hips up to meet you.
You giggle airily before immediately getting your karmaâhis dick paired with the position and the way his face lookedâyour cunt clenches down on him and you cum hard.
Your body jolts as you grab onto him, not expecting him to keep fucking you. But his grip on your hips doesn't falter, and Joel continues to bounce you up and down.
The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt. Just letting him manhandle your body and do what he wanted was a surprising reliefâeven if you did just come.
You're reduced to whimpers and moans as you slump into his chest, letting him ground you and fuck your abused cunt.
Finally, slams you down one final time, unloading deep into your warmth. His groans sound like music to yours hears, especially because you know it's you that's making him feel so good.
He's panting in your ear, slowly starting to move his hands up to wrap around your torso.
He's hugging you before you can register it; his big arms securing you tightly to his chest while you both tried to catch your breaths.
Seconds pass...which turn into minutes, and you're wondering if Joel ever plans on letting you go.
He's made no efforts to remove his dick from inside youâit's soft now, but still buried deep nonetheless.
Your pussy will occasionally flutter around him, which'll earn a soft sigh from his lips.
You place a soft kiss on his temple before straightening your back to look at his face. "You tryin' to make sure your seed takes or something'?" You murmur, that teasing lilt in your voice that Joel is all too familiar with.
"Somethin' like that." He mutters into your chest, pulling you down with him to lay on the bed. "Want me to pull out?" He asks after a moment, scanning your face for any traces of displeasure.
You nestle into his chest, hooking your leg over his waist to lodge him deeper inside. "Never."
You and Joel fuck all day, all night and even into the morning. With, of course, breaks in between so Joel can recharge his stamina.
It happens multiple times in your bed, in the shower, on the couch, in the hallway, and even in the kitchen come morning.
Joel was making coffee while you were traipsing around with just his flannel onâhumming along to some made-up song. It was like you two were an old married couple; him hovering over the moka pot and you scowering the fridge for some breakfast.
"Blueberry pancakes orrrr...." Joel watches as your head is stuck in the fridge, trying to find ingredients for meals. "Blueberry pancakes."
He snorts. "Surprise me." He huffs sarcastically, knowing he'd be eating a plate of blueberry pancakes.
You grinned and started making the batch, feeling Joel's eyes all over you because of the way his flannel was slipping off your shoulder because it was far too big on you.
His stare was turning you onâso you just bent yourself over the cool surface of the countertop and Joel did the rest.
Eventually, your safari of fun had to stop sometime during lunch. You both had succesfully cleaned yourselves and had started dressing for the day.
"I just told Maria I'd help set up." You murmur distractedly, tying your hair up in the bathroom mirror. Maria was holding a little town party in one of the recreational centers, and asked you, as well as some others to help her with the decorations.
There's a pause before Joel steps into the tiny bathroom, situating himself behind you and sliding his large hand over your stomach. He places a soft kiss to your head before dropping his hands to softly squeeze your hips.
"I'll walk you there."
A beat.
"You will?" He nods in confirmation, which has you turning around to look at him. You smile and tilt your head playfully. "You gonna walk me to first period too?"
Joel immediately rolls his eyes and scoffs, though you swear you can see him smirk.
"Smartass." He huffs out, grabbing your forearms to move you out of the way.
"Kidding." You chime, leaning on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. You weren't sure why you were so surprised by his offer, but you could tell it was a sign of something.
Maybe he wasn't stressed about people finding out about you two anymore. He never said that he wasâbut you could tell.
And it wasn't like he was embarrassed of you or anythingâhe's just always been a private person. It wasn't anyone's business who he was falling asleep next to every night.
But youâhe'd be willing to change that for you.
When you both are ready, you exit your house, locking the door behind you. You look up to see your neighbor watching as you and Joel descend your porch steps.
You never liked herâgossipy woman who was always sticking her nose in places it didn't belong.
Quickly, your gaze snaps to his face, wanting to see if he was okay or anxious or whatever it may be.
But Joel's just looking right back down at you. "Lead the way, pretty lady." He murmurs lowly, his jaw clenched but his eyes soft.
You smile, and fall into step with him as you both walk down the sidewalk. The birds are chirping, the breeze feels amazing, and Joel is cracking smiles at your jokes.
Life felt good again.
Suddenly, Tommy appears out of nowhere, as he often does, blocking you and Joel's path.
You freeze, trying to keep a neutral face. You still weren't sure how to act around people with Joel, so you were just planning to play if off like you guys were just two buddies walking or whatever.
"Hey," Tommy greets, looking at you and then Joel, his eyebrows pinched together like he was confused at seeing the two of you in the same vicinity.
Oh. He probably knew what happened, or bits and pieces of it.
For some reason, you feel anxious that Joel might be feeling anxious, so you look down at your feet and nervously fidget with your hands.
"What're you two doin'?" Tommy asks, a detective look in his eyes as he shifted on his feet.
Joel clears his throat before looking down and grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers with his calloused grip. He can't help but glare at Tommy with a stern face, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
Your breath catches.
Tommy's eyes venture down to your joined hands, then you, then Joel.
After a beat, a sharp and knowing grin spreads across his face.
"Well I'll be damned." THE END.
#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel tlou#smut#the last of us hbo#tlou fanfiction#angst#older man younger woman#the last of us
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Perfect Fit
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: N/A
Summary: You fit perfectly into Quinn's family, knowing how much they love you just makes Quinn realise that you're it for him.
Notes: Requested by an anon, I hope you like it. I went with a kind of snapshot of events vibe for this one
Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)
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He's never had a girlfriend who fit in quite so well into his family because you were quite literally a perfect fit. Every single member of his family loved you. His mom, his dad, his brothers, his grandma, all his cousins. There wasn't a single person who didn't ask where you were when you couldn't come to a family event or who didn't write you a Christmas card or a birthday card. You were in every family group chat, on everyone's list of Christmas presents to buy.
You'd integrated so well into his family that he couldn't really imagine a life without you because suddenly there'd be a missing puzzle piece in the family puzzle, a glaring gap. The sort of hole that would be so noticeable, so obvious.
It's extra obvious whenever he goes to a family event without you, like tonight. You're held up with a big work project, leaving Quinn to go to the big family get together on his own. He knew everyone would be upset about it, there was only so often that all the family were in the local area and you not being there would be obvious to them.
His grandma has already found herself a comfortable armchair when he arrives for the party, cousins, aunts and uncles milling about. His brothers talking to his parents by the snacks, Luke stuffing his face between sentences because he seemed to have hollow legs these days.
"Hey, Grandma'"
"Hey, sweetie," He kisses his grandma on the cheek letting her pull him in tight for a hug, but it's clear her attention isn't on him, her eyes looking over his shoulder, searching.
"You alright, Grandma?" He's a little put out to be honest. His grandma, who he hasn't seen in months, barely looking at him, eyes scanning the room.
"Where's Y/N?"
"Oh, she couldn't make it, she's got a big project goin' on at work and has to stay late for the next week or so." There's part of him that preens at her question because his grandma loves you, something he can't help but love. He loves it for himself, but he also loves it for you knowing you didn't have the best relationship with your own grandparents, knowing that his grandma had healed something in you that no one could see.
"Oh, but I wanted to see her so badly, Quinn! I was going to give her my recipe, the one she asked for to make those snickerdoodles she liked so much." She looks genuinely sad and Quinn briefly considers face timing you to show you because you'd probably cave and drop your work project for his grandma and then he'd have you here. God, he misses you...
"Well, I can give it to her, grandma."
"No! I want to give it to her, what if you lose it?" He can't help the offended scoff he lets out or the way his jaw drops open in shock. His grandma not trusting him more than you hurt a little, even as he loved that she adored you so much. He was perfectly capable of not losing a stupid snickerdoodle recipe...
His mood is no less grumpy when Jack and Luke sling their arms over his shoulders, laughing at him and the way his grandma is holding her recipe to her chest as if he might snatch it from her.
Jack is the worst, "Oh he'd definitely lose it, grams!"
Quinn glares at him, "I'll make sure she comes to the next one, grandma, yeah?" He tries his best to not take his annoyance with Jack out on his grandma, trying to focus on that fuzzy little feeling in his chest at how much she seems to love you. He's never had a girlfriend his grandma really cared much about beyond the occasional question, but you? God, she's not happy to just see him anymore, if he doesn't bring you along she's always visibly disappointed.
"Mmm, it'll have to do! Tell her I love her will you?"
"Course, grandma..." He grunts out, rolling his eyes as Jack and Luke laugh and start dragging him away. As he goes he can't help but mutter under his breath, "More than you love me clearly"
"Jack Rowden Hughes!" Your hands are on your hips glaring at Jack outside the Lake House, a smoking microwave between the two of you where Luke and Quinn had tossed it after hearing your panicked calls for help. The microwave in question had been briefly on fire, not something Quinn really thought he'd be dealing with today.
"Oh god, he's done it now..." Quinn can't help but grin, leaning against the side of the house as he watches you, Luke stood next to him looks more concerned and less amused.
"Should we save him?"
"Nah, I wanna watch this." Quinn's grin widens at the way Jack seems to shrink under your glare like a naughty kid. You've definitely got the mom voice down. It's like watching a younger Jack whenever their mom had to tell him off for something stupid or reckless.
"You just want to watch your girlfriend rip into him because you think it's hot."
"And can you blame me?" He can't even deny it. Quinn thinks you're beautiful all the time, but there's something especially thrilling about watching you rip into his little brother about nearly setting the Lake House on fire.
There's a pause from Luke where he looks at Quinn unsure, words coming out slow and cautious, unsure, "I feel like that's a trick question."
"You would be correct, don't even think about suggesting my girlfriend is hot." Quinn glares a Luke even though the truth is he's playing about. He knows you're beautiful and he also knows both his brothers consider you to be a sister figure, he knows he doesn't need to worry. But, it's funny to give Luke a hard time sometimes.
"So, should I say she's ugly?"
"She's gorgeous but you don't need to think that. Strictly platonic thoughts only, Lukey."
"Quinn?" He looks over with a raised eyebrow, "I love you, but you're insane." They're both pulled from their conversation by the sound your voice again, loud and clear and very much scolding.
You've still got your hands on your hips, a glare has developed on your features and Jack looks even more like his teenage self if possible. His hair is a mess, hands having run through it repeatedly, tugging on the strands.
"What on earth possessed you to think putting tin foil in a microwave was a good idea?! It's metal, Jack! You nearly blew up the microwave!" You feel like you're back at university, dealing with barely legal individuals who can't figure out that cooking a whole chicken in a microwave is simply not going to work. Jack Hughes has managed to give you a headache. His sheepish grin manages to soften some of your edges, but you're still baffled and confused by Jack's sheer lack of common sense.
"How was I supposed to know that that wasn't something you should do?!"
"It's common sense, Jack! Did you not pass science?" You know he did, well aware that Jack was not in fact an idiot. But, Jesus Christ on a bike...tin foil in the microwave? The microwave?! The smell of burning plastic and metal is still assaulting your nose, the adrenaline from thinking the house was about to burn down still running through you.
"...I hate you." Jack's pout breaks you a little, a huff of a laugh leaving you as your shoulders relax somewhat because in reality the whole situation is funny, now that the Lake House isn't about to burn down.
"No you don't."
Jack sighs loudly, stepping around the microwave to pull you into a side hug, "No...I don't...I'm sorry for nearly blowing up the microwave."
"It's okay, I love you even if you're an idiot." You grin up at your boyfriend's brother, who looks at you aghast, jaw dropped at your audacity.
"Hey!"
Quinn can't help but smile, the way you just fit in with his baby brothers, how Jack enjoys your company and how easy you find it to mess with him. You fit in like a puzzle piece.
Summers at the Lake House might be your favourite, the warm wood of the deck beneath your feet, the sun on your skin, a little chubby toddler running towards you at full pelt while you laugh, Quinn watching on from the side lines because he can't help but adore how you act with his baby cousins. You're made for it, made for his family, but made for interacting with little kids too, so gentle with them, but fun too. They love you so much that he can't help but practically develop heart eyes.
"Up! Up!" Quinn's baby cousin, Chase, is at your feet, arms in the air making grabby motions with his hands. His floppy sun hat is a little too large for him and covers his eyes in an adorable fashion, but at least it protects him a little from the summer sun at the Lake House.
"Up? You want to be up here?" You gesture with you arms as you grin down at the little toddler, his chubby cheeks red from running towards you, his skin covered in sun cream.
"Up!" His hands continue to make grabbing motions at you, hands clenching into fists and unclenching in quick succession. He grins at you wide, his gap filled smile endearing.
"What's the magic word?" You're smiling wide at his cousin, even as you remind him of his manners and there's just something so...so affable, so natural about the whole thing.
"Up, pwease!" His little toddler lisp more pronounced on the word, drawing it out until you're laughing, reaching down to grab him under the arms and lift him up into your own.
He squirms a little at first before settling himself comfortably against you, head leaning on your shoulder, smiling up at you like you've hung the moon in the sky. You hold Chase so naturally that Quinn can't really help but think about what it might be like one day when the toddler in your arms is your own. A little toddler with his nose, your eyes and some combination of you both that just seems to work. How you'd carry them around the Lake House, helping them toast marshmallows over the firepit and teaching them eventually how to swim.
"She's good with the kids..." It's his mom who comes up behind him, smiling wide, blue eyes practically glowing as she puts her arm through his.
"I know..." He can't take his eyes off you, you've started to tickle chase, the toddler squirming in your arms as he laughs loudly, big grin on his little face as his favourite person gives him undivided attention. You're practically glowing, wide smile on your face, your own laugh resonating through the air. His chest tightens with affection, an ache for something he hasn't got quite yet, a yearning in his chest.
"Makes you think, huh?" His mom is smirking at him and he knows he's being obvious, knows she can tell how in love he is, how desperate he is to make you a permanent fixture in his life...to make the image in front of him slightly different, a toddler that looks like a combination of the two of you in your arms rather than his baby cousin.
There's a beat of silence where Quinn watches you, a soft smile on his lips, eyes full of love, and his mom watches him, the way he can't seem to hide how deeply he loves you. It's how she knows you're it for him before he even says a word, it helps that Ellen can't help but love you. She's always been welcoming to Quinn's past girlfriends, but she's never quite loved one as much as she loves you. You're good for Quinn, that's the real crux of why she loves you so much...because you give Quinn something to love that's not hockey, you give him another purpose while getting him to shut off, to rest. Of all her sons Quinn is the most dedicated, and with that dedication comes the weight of the world on his shoulders. It's like you walked in one day, and stepped underneath the globe with him to make holding the weight a little easier.
"I think she's it, Mom...I think that's my wife right there..."
"Yeah? I'd hope so because I'll ground you for life if you let her go."
"I'm 25 years old, Mom." He can't help but laugh at his mother, eyes rolling as she grins at him, laugh lines deepening around her mouth and besides her eyes. He's missed this during the season, the unrestricted family time, the back and forth with his mom that makes everything feel simple, even the concept of a proposal, of marriage.
"I can still ground you, I'm your mother." Ellen pokes him in the ribs, Quinn twisting away with a huff.
"Well, good thing I'm not planning on letting her go anywhere anytime soon." He pats his jacket pocket, the shape of a box just visible enough to cause his mom to gasp and he knows, fuck, he knows it's the right choice.
He loves you, adores you, can't imagine a life without you and his mom? She's so excited, so happy, not just because it's Quinn, but because it's you. He'd love you even if his family didn't, but there's something about how much they do love you that makes this perfect, makes this feel so utterly right.
Now he just needs to find the right moment, the right time to finally make you a permanent part of the family.
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love you always
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: lando plans a series of surprises for you on valentine's day. (2.4k)
a/n: happy valentine's day my loves!! here's something sweet <3 believe it or not it's 3AM and i wrote this all in one go so if you see any errors no you don't ;)
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The surprises start first thing in the morning.Â
Lando is up and out of the house for training long before you even stir, but made sure you woke up to something nice. When you shuffle out to the kitchen in much need of coffee to get your day going, youâre pleasantly surprised by a full pot of the good coffee made with beans youâve always saved for special occasions, and pastries from your favorite bakery.Â
A little note beside the box of mouthwatering baked goods reads a message from your boyfriend.Â
happy valentineâs day, my love. sorry i couldnât be there when you woke up, but i hope these make you smile. be on the lookout for more surprises today <3 love you always - LNÂ
The second surprise is waiting for you when you make your way to work. Youâve barely just walked into the office when youâre approached by Cass, one of your closest work friends.Â
âGirl, you are one lucky bitch. Iâd die if my man got me something like that,â She gushes, eyes gleaming. You squint at her in confusion.
âSorry, what?â You say, unsure. She just smiles knowingly, tilting her head towards your cubicle. It isnât until you lay eyes on your desk that you see what sheâs talking about.Â
A giant bouquet of red roses with babyâs breath scattered amongst the bunch sits on your chair, wrapped in colorful paper and tied together with a string. Nestled in it is another note from Lando, this one with the message embossed on crisp cardstockâ
told you iâd have more surprises :) if i know you (and iâm pretty sure i do), youâre too caught up with the roses to notice the other thing, so look on your desk. maybe wear it tonight? love you always - LN
Lando is right, you hadnât noticed the small box sitting right in the middle of your desk, seemingly nothing until you open it carefully.
A necklace sparkles out at youâa pendant of your birthstone, hanging on a delicate chain. Itâs absolutely gorgeous, and another beautiful necklace to add to the ever growing collection of jewelry Landoâs gifted you in your time together.Â
Wear it tonight.Â
There was no doubt that Lando had planned a date for tonight, but youâd been unsuccessful in weaseling any details out of him these past few days leading up to today.Â
âCan you just tell me what youâve got planned?â You whine, pouting over at Lando where heâs putting away his shirts in the wardrobe. âLike, what restaurant are we going to?â
âUm, no.â He shoots you a look that screams judgement, but you know itâs all in good nature. âThat would completely ruin the surprise.âÂ
âBut I need to figure out what Iâm going to wear,â You reason, sitting up quickly. Lando pins you to the spot with another disapproving look that you ignore, digging in your metaphorical heels. âWhat if I show up looking like an absolute slob because you didnât tell me it was somewhere fancy? That would be your fault, not mine.âÂ
Lando finishes his task, coming over to the bed where youâre sat cross-legged, and props himself up on his elbows right in front of you. âFirst of all, you never look like a slob. Even when youâre on the last day of your hair wash cycle and youâve just come back from a run, youâre still the most beautiful girl in the world.âÂ
âThatâs disgusting, butâŠoddly sweet of you.âÂ
âSecond of all,â He says pointedly, poking you in the leg for interrupting him, âIf I tell you where Iâve made reservations, youâll spend all day thinking about it and youâll freak yourself out like you tend to do. So no, Iâm not telling you what Iâve got planned.âÂ
Well, no one can ever say Lando doesnât know you. He knows you too well, really. Knows your tendencies, exactly whatâll be running through your mind. Â
âI hate how perfect you are,â You sniff, wrinkling your nose at him.Â
âYeah, I love you too, baby.âÂ
You know Lando is probably busy with training so you donât call him, but you do shoot him a thank you text, to which he returns with a whole slew of love related emojis.Â
Youâre not usually one to enjoy being showered with gifts, but the fact that heâs planned all these surprises to make sure you know heâs thinking of you has butterflies fluttering in your chest.Â
Lando never ceases to make you feel so loved, all the time, even when heâs not physically there with you.Â
Youâre hard at work when your Cass calls your name around noon, drawing you out of your focus.Â
âHey, thereâs a food delivery person asking for you at the front desk.âÂ
âAre you sure? I didnât order anything,â You reply, brows creased in curiosity.Â
You hadnât ordered anything, but thinking about food makes you realize youâd completely forgotten to pack your lunch before youâd left the house this morning. Oddly enough, you donât even remember seeing it in the fridge on the shelf where it usually is.Â
She shrugs. âTheyâre asking for you.â
You thank Cass quickly, making your way to the lobby to meet the delivery person.Â
âHi!â You say politely. âSorry to keep you waiting, but I didnât order anything. Maybe youâve got the wrong address?â
One look at the restaurant name on the bag almost has you taking back your words, because itâs from your favorite little cafe in the city, and if you take a deep enough breath, you can almost smell the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the paper bag.Â
The poor delivery driver looks as puzzled as you feel. She blinks, looking at something on her phone before tilting her head. âUh, I donât think so? The system said the order was placed by a Bob N? Do you know a Bob that would order takeaway to this address?âÂ
You have to fight the urge to laugh. Of course it was Lando whoâd ordered takeaway. Another Valentineâs Day surprise for you, it seems.Â
âWow, Iâm so sorry for the confusion. My boyfriend, he mustâve had it sent here without letting me know,â You explain, feeling your cheeks blaze warm. âYes, itâs for me.âÂ
âOh my god, thatâs so cute! Your boyfriend is so sweet!â She gushes, passing over the bag.
âYeah, he is,â You chuckle. âThank you so much, have a great day! Sorry again for the mix up.âÂ
âYou too, happy Valentineâs Day!âÂ
Upon opening the bag when you get back to your desk, you see something tucked in beside the takeaway container. Yet another note, not printed nor in his handwriting, so heâd probably made a special request for the restaurant to write it.Â
hope youâre hungry! enjoy your lunch, baby. dayâs halfway over, see you soon <3 love you always - Bob
This time, you do call Lando as you munch on your food.Â
âHi, baby!â You chirp happily.Â
âHey, you,â He greets back, sounding glad to hear your voice. He always does whenever you give him a ring. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âHowâd you know Iâd forgotten my lunch?âÂ
âWhat? You did? No way!â Lando sounds a little too smug to be innocent, and it isnât hard to connect the dots now.Â
You chuckle, a little disbelieved. âDid you seriously hide my lunch just so you could have takeaway delivered to my office?âÂ
âI did no such thing. Did I accidentally toss it out whilst I was taking out the rubbish last night? Maybe. But weâll never know, will we?âÂ
âSure we wonât. Thank you, by the way. Iâve been craving this all week.âÂ
âI know. Heard you muttering about it in your sleep the other night. Fuckinâ weirdo.â You can almost imagine him grinning that big toothy smile of his that you love, shaking his head at you. âAnyways, good news. I managed to convince Jon to let me off early today, so I can pick you up from work.âÂ
âReally? Howâd you swing that?âÂ
âMightâve let it slip Iâve got something special planned for us tonight and he caved. That man is such a sucker for love, itâs crazy.âÂ
âSo youâll tell your trainer what weâre doing tonight, but you wonât tell me? Thatâs messed up, Norris,â You say teasingly. He laughs.Â
âWell, heâs not the one Iâm trying to surprise, you muppet. Youâll find out soon enough, donât you worry,â Lando tuts. You hear someone say something on his end of the line that Lando gives a muffled reply to, but heâs back before you know it. âMâsorry, I gotta get back to it. Iâll see you at five?âÂ
âIâll be waiting. Tell Jon I say hi and thanks for giving you some freedom today. Love you always!âÂ
âLove you always.âÂ
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The rest of the workday goes by without any more Lando surprises, but youâre still nearly buzzing with energy because of the fact you get to see him earlier than youâd expected. After a long day of work, your wonderful boyfriend is just what you need.Â
You see him through the doors before he sees you. Heâs leaning against the side of his sleek Porsche, cap backwards on his head as he squints through the waning sunlight in search of you and looking unfairly handsome while doing so. You even pause to snap a sneaky photo of him because he just looks so good.Â
When you finally exit the building, Lando beams, holding a hand up in greeting.Â
âHi, gorgeous.â He smiles, leaning in for a kiss as soon as you get within armsâ length of him. âMissed you.âÂ
âMissed you too, Lan.â You mean it. Even though youâve only been apart for a workday, heâs been on your mind throughout it. You donât know how you survive race weeks without being with him all the time.Â
âReady to go home?âÂ
âNever been more ready. Maybe Iâll worm some information about tonight out of you on the way.âÂ
âSneaky girl. Right, Iâll tell you this, itâs a nice restaurant. Somewhere weâve been before.âÂ
âBut not my favorite restaurant, because you already got me food from there today.âÂ
âObservant, arenât you? No, not that one.â He opens the passenger side door for you to get in and you do, wracking your brain for any idea of where Lando would be taking you in a few hours. âAlright, donât think too hard about it. Wouldnât want you to hurt yourself now.âÂ
âRude.âÂ
âLook, is it alright for me to lightly suggest what I think you could wear?â He asks, pulling out of the car park and onto the road. You shoot him a look that tells him to be careful, but still nod slowly. âThat dress that I like. The swishy one with the thin straps that make your boobs lookââÂ
âLando.âÂ
âSorry, sorry, got a little carried away,â He says sheepishly. âBut yeah, that one would be perfect.âÂ
âThatâs a nice one,â You hum, tilting your head in thought. âYouâve got good taste after all.âÂ
âUm, yeah, I know. I bought it.âÂ
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Youâve got on the dress that Lando suggested, but thereâs one thing you always forget about this specific one. The zipper on the back is near impossible for you to get all the way up on your own. No matter how hard you try, youâve always had to get Lando to help you that last bit.Â
âLan, could you câmere a second?â You call down the corridor. Footsteps echo right away, and then heâs in the doorway, adjusting the cuff of his dress shirt with intense focus.Â
âYeah, whatâs up?âÂ
âCould you zip me?âÂ
âCould Iâoh, fuck.âÂ
You make eye contact in the mirror in front of you and Lando freezes right where he is, mouth ajar, blinking at you like he canât believe youâre real and in front of him.Â
âHelp?â You urge, fighting an amused smile at how absolutely floored he looks.Â
He gives his head a shake, rushing over to help you. Shaky fingers slide the delicate zipper up until itâs good. âSorry, I justâevery time you wear that dress I think I forget how to breathe a little bit.âÂ
âIâm flattered.âÂ
âYou should be. Baby, you look absolutely beautiful.â His gaze flits to your necklace, the new one youâd gotten today, and his mouth curves into a smile. âThatâs a nice one. Wonder who got it for you?âÂ
âMy boyfriend, actually. Dunno if you know him, but heâs kinda the best. Massive forehead though.âÂ
âOh, youâre funny,â He huffs, nose wrinkling in overdramatic offense that makes you giggle. âKiss?âÂ
âYouâd have my lipstick all over your mouth.âÂ
âDoes it look like I care? I wanna kiss you.âÂ
Rolling your eyes playfully, you let him kiss you. While youâre expecting a short kiss, Lando takes it a step further, two hands sliding behind you to dip you backwards a little bit to deepen it. To say youâre taken by surprise is a slight understatement, but you go with what heâs doing.Â
You kiss him until youâre breathless, pulling back with a hand splayed over his chest.Â
Lando grins goofily with lipstick smudges all over his mouth. âTotally worth it,â He says, looking absolutely giddy.
Once youâve reapplied what had rubbed off on Lando, youâre off through the city in Landoâs favorite car. The more familiar your surroundings get, the more you realize where heâs taking you, and your suspicions are concerned when he pulls up to the valet.Â
The restaurant where youâd had your first date.Â
Lando always tells you how heâd known heâd wanted to spend the rest of his life with you on that first date, even before your entrees came. You always tell him youâd known it then too.Â
âDid I do good?â He asks hopefully, holding out his elbow for you to loop your arm through as soon as heâs helped you out of the car.
âYou did perfect, Lan. I might cry, actually.âÂ
âNo, donât do that! Youâll mess up your mascara and then youâll look like a raccoon for the rest of the night.âÂ
You scoff lightly, successfully blinking back tears. âWouldnât want that, would we?âÂ
âWe would not. Though Iâd still think you were the cutest raccoon out of all the raccoons.âÂ
âYouâre so dumb. I love you.âÂ
âLove you, babe. Always.âÂ
A nice dinner at a restaurant dear to your heart with the love of your life. Itâs all you couldâve asked for, and Lando has gone beyond that to show you how much he loves you.Â
On a Valentineâs Day full of wonderful surprises, this is the best one of all.
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modern!sevika - cute/silly hcs
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(that picture,, shes so precious jdhjfsdhnd)
will walk confidently into the room and stand there staring blankly, completely forgetting what she came in there for. sees you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. leaves. 5 seconds later she comes back, grabs her prosthetic arm, and walks out again
lowkey likes when it snows and the streets are icy because that gives her an excuse to make you hang onto her arm in order not to slip (she never slips)
rarely dreams, and when she does it's mostly nightmares, but sometimes she sleep talks the most random things. you wake up to hear her mumbling something like "the chicken is crisper when it's burnt, but i don't want your oil." will also answer you in her sleep if you ask her follow-up questions. remembers none of it in the morning.
or she'll just swear in her native language and you've picked up enough Hindi to wonder whose mother she is cursing.
gets car ad jingles stuck in her head periodically and is always humming something under her breath as she works or vacuums or whatever
has incredible navigational skills when walking or taking public transport but somehow gets lost every time she drives. google maps is the bane of her existence.
falls asleep in front of the TV at 9:30 sharp like a middle aged dad. i mean the TV could be on full blast, in the middle of a climactic action scene and she's knocked out snoring. but when you wake her up to get her into bed she will not be able to fall back asleep until well past midnight
whenever she sneezes and you automatically say "bless you" she NEVER FAILS to give you a deadpan look and say "i am not blessed."
will cackle at bad jokes long after you stop even pretending to find them funny
she's an unwilling morning person. always up early but never happy about it.
when she's stressed she just disappears and fixes something. one time she replaced all the handles of every sink in the house
reads almost exclusively non-fiction books on mechanics, neuroscience, and roman history.
has awful hearing and makes you repeat yourself 23 times every time you say something to her from another room...
...but then gets irritated if someone makes her do the same thing.
loses everything somehow. her keys. her glasses. her arm. her left boot. her books. her other boot. her wallet.
(and she never fails to give you a heart attack about it. she'd say in the most casual fuckin voice, "i swear my wallet was just here." and you take off searching for it only for her to find it in her pocket)
sometimes you have cozy nights in together: bake cookies, burn incense, smoke a joint. she is extremely sweet when she's high. she can't stop giving you little kisses all over and tells you huskily that you're the best thing that ever happened to her.
but also in her normal state she has a habit of bluntly saying things that hurt you unintentionally. like when you need her to give emotional reassurance, but she gives you a stone cold solution instead.
she's learned this hurts you and tries to watch her words. not always successfully, but you know she tries.
will never touch social media and no amount of teasing, begging, persuading, cajoling will get her to change her mind.
does not particularly like kids but has a sixth sense when it comes to looking after them. like one time at a family barbecue she caught the little kid of your relative when he fell off a tree branch, single-handedly, purely by instinct. he might have broken a bone otherwise or worse. she becomes something of a local legend for that event.
has the funniest bedhead in the mornings like her hair sticks out everywhere. you want to take a picture and use it as her contact pfp but you also don't want to die
will do the taxes with ease but she's uncomfortable with customer service phone calls. every time you need to contact an agency about something she stands next to you like a nervous kid while you argue with the sales representative.
drinks way too much caffeinated tea and coffee. refuses to cut back on caffeine because of the withdrawal headaches.
will trip over literally anything. and bump into everything. never feels nor remembers where the bruises come from. kicks doors shut and flings them open and always breaks the hinges. she doesn't do this intentionally, she just forgets her own physical strength.
#in another life i would have loved to just do laundry and taxes with you"#i'm so tired#i love her tiredly#sevika#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika headcanon#sevika imagine#sevika fluff
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Someone tagged this with the following and I actually want to talk about this:
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This isn't the first response like this. I've had comments, asks, tags like this one, reblogs, and even comments on other platforms where this has spread to that bring up racism and xenophobia. Whether thats accusing me of being racist or hating immigrants (despite coming from a family if immigrants) or just pointing out, like this person did, the inherent xenophobic attitude the world has for my pharmacist to want to change his first name to an English sounding name. And it gets worse, I was given an English name at birth because my mother wanted me to "have a name that fit in". They weren't English, my last name was German, my great-grandmother who was a pillar in the family used German and Norweigan words mixed in her English that carried into my life and still does to this day. And because I wasn't "English", I still got picked on at school to the point I filtered out the german/norweigan in my vocabulary and learned to mimick accents to remove any germanic lilt I had in my speech.
Point being, I made this post recognizing the inherent xenophobia present. That's one of the reasons I told my pharmacist he didn't need to do that for my sake. I kind of suspected he wasn't just being kind. The way he said it had intent. The next time I saw him, nametag out, proud, it was touching to see the name I was given to protect me from xenophobia going to protect someone else, but also a bit bitter that I know part of the reason for wanting to find an English name was the pressure to blend in and sidestep a LOT of bullshit.
My name now is Germanic, my middle name Italian, my last name Ukrainian, and my nickname I use everywhere to make peoples lives easier is Talia or Tali <- To which I've learned "Tali" is a common short-hand/nickname or name for some in the middle-east (I didn't know, I just mashed up my middle name with my childhood nickname 'T' to get it so my friends would have an easier time transitioning over to my new name and it stuck. I just recently found out from a co-worker who just got back from a trip to the middle east and asked me about it). I'm no longer side-stepping the bullshit, I have noticed a difference in treatment. If people don't know me, and haven't seen me, like when it's over the phone or in email, it takes much longer and I have to be more precise with my wording. In fact, I've noticed it a bit when in person too. Next to my English named co-workers, I am treated by some like I know less and I'm scruitinized a bit more. Now obviously if I was a woman of colour and not off-white canvas, this would be 10-times worse in ways I'm not qualified or experienced to explain or get into. I'll leave that to someone WITH that kind of experience to get into.
I've never mentioned whether my pharmacist is a coloured man or not, and I never will. It's not that it "doesn't matter", every aspect of that man shapes his existence and experience of this life. I'm just not clarifying because the moment I do, I know some of you are going to solely focus on his race and miss the nuance of everything this post is about. It's about transgender positivity, discrimination, humour, and the kind-hearted actions of an incredible man in his journey of immigration. By leaving him faceless, every one of you brings something of yourself to this post. Be it simple joy, or further commentary.
The person who tagged this post is one of many who've accurately pointed out one underlying truth about this post. Not everyone is treated equally in society. This happened in Canada. Do you begin to understand the depths this post goes to with all that I've said here? With what you now know about me? Because I think some of you should now re-read the post again.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
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NOT YOUR TYPE? âźâËâ LHS
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Pairing: Popular college student! Heeseung x fem! college student!reader
Summary: Lee Heeseung is a well-known boy at your college from his reputation as a pick-up artist. What happens if your best friend Sora has been seeing him for a few weeks but he is apparently more interested in you?
Word Count: 6k
Genre: smut, a little angst, college au
Warnings: 18+,mdni, smut, cheating, semi public sex, creampie, doggy style, unresolved feelings,making out, Heeseung is kinda red flag, pet names (slut, good girl, baby, whore etc), dirty talking, fingering, hair pulling,handjob, unprotected sex (donât do it!), dom!mean heeseung, sub!reader, YN is shitty friend, squirting, fingering, oral (both receiving), deepthroating, cursing, pussy eating, smoking (sorry if I missed sth)
PLAYLIST: Toxic by Britney Spears, Run for the hills by Tate McRae, I was never there by The Weekend, Guilty as sin? by Taylor Swift, Canât remember to forget you by Shakira, Rihanna, Guilty conscience by Tate McRae
English is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes
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,, I dont know what you all see in him, but he is not my typeâ
These are your words about one of the most popular guys on your collage Lee heeseung. He is mostly known for his reputation as a bad boy and a heartbreaker of girls.
Heeseung is by appearance the ideal of every girl. Tall, athletic and has that charm about him that is hard not to give in to.
You have often heard various rumors about him, that he always has to have a girl with him and it is a one-night stand. You don't think you've ever heard that he had a relationship with a girl for more than a few weeks.
He probably and rather certainly doesnât like to have any permanent relationships. You didn't know him personally so you have no opinion about him, but you believe the rumors.
For a typical boy, he goes to frat parties usually with his two friends Jake and Jay. He doesn't have a lot of friends probably even just those two. He is so popular and doesn't have a lot of friends, a bit surprising, but on the other hand normal since he doesn't like to get attached to anyone.
By a certain point, everything had changed quite a bit. Your friend Sora confessed to you and your friends that she have been texting with a heeseung for few weeks and they have even been to several meetings.
Your friends were curious and happy for her. For you, frankly, there was something strange about it. Youâve heard a lot of things about heeseung. You really doubted that he would change his behavior and settle down with any girl.
He might break your friend's heart like any other girl but as long as she was happy with him then you were too.
You were sitting on your lunch break in the cafeteria at your university. You were sipping coffee and just listening to what your friends were saying about heeseung. When they asked you about your opinion of him they were puzzled.
How was Heeseung not your type?
One of your friends Suji has a very surprised face and she says "dear, I don't think you know what you are saying?"
You giggle quietly, raise an eyebrow and say firmly "Not that there is anything, but I have a feeling that there is something weird about him? Or maybe it's all because of the rumors I've heard about him."
You see that Sora looks at you with a soft smile and she speaks ''I understand YN that you are worried about me. If you want I can meet you with Heeseung cause his friend is holding a party and you can come too.''
You thought it was a good idea because you havenât been to an party in a long time and secondly you were curious about Heeseung.
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Itâs a Saturday night and you walk into the house of Jake, the boy who is organizing the party . You look amazing. You're wearing a short black dress that perfectly accentuates your body, a leather jacket and heeled boots. You also decided to put on delicate make up.
You go with your friends Sora,Suji and Nari to the kitchen for drinks. For a typical party, it's crowded and loud with conversation and music.
Nari pours you vodka and some liquor. You notice that jay and heeseung enter the kitchen. Sora, all in larks, approaches Heeseung with the biggest smile.
You sip your drink and keep more to the side of the conversation. You catch eye contact with heeseung and gently smile at him, but he doesnât reciprocate the smile but looks the other way.
The whole evening passes you quite normally as for any party. You drink, dance and talk with friends. As for Heeseung, you have to admit that he is suspicious even very much.
Sora keeps sticking next to Heeseung all the night, talking to him, and you get the feeling that he is not interested in her at all. But what caught your attention is, you constantly feel and see Heeseung's gaze on you. It doesn't matter if you say something or just sit in silence.
His eyes are on you.
You feel a little uncomfortable with this but you try not to pay attention to it. What else has caught your attention is, when you say something in a circle of friends and heeseung is there he always interrupts you, changes the topic or just makes a comment.
It annoys you because you haven't even exchanged a word with him this evening or even in your entire life and he already looks like he has some problem to you that you don't know.
Jay suggested that you play a game of bottle. You sit in a circle on the ground in a room upstairs where it's quieter.
You start the game. At the beginning the bottle draws Jake. He chooses the dare. You are not too focused on what is happening in the game.
Not when there's a heeseung sitting in front of you. You think to yourself did he always look so good, or was it you who never noticed it?
You stare at him. Then the bottle draws you Nuri awakens you from your thoughts. She says loudly "YN Your turn! Truth or dare?"
You shake yourself off and panic. What if someone noticed you staring at him? You quickly answer "truthâ
For a moment you look at your friend, but then heeseung speaks âCan I choose?"
Your heart beat faster when, for the first time that evening, Heeseung said something to you or rather proposed something.
You nod and you're already worried about what he wants to ask you ,,which boy in this group is most your type and which is least?"
Heeseung looks at you intensely and has a stupidly attractive grin. It intimidates you and you can't keep eye contact with him. You know how much you can screw up with your answer and you panic.
,,Most my type? Probably Jake and the least Heeseungâ
You bite your lip nervously and your face is flushed. You quickly cast a glance at the heeseung and God. His smile is gone and he looks so serious now. It's as if he's pissed off for your answer. Somehow it makes him even more attractive.
But you don't regret your answer because, nevertheless, you knew how your friend is in love with him up to his ears (although you can see that he doesnât reciprocate it) and even earlier you told your friends that he is not your.
Well, you told, most likely it has changed, right?
After the game is over, you go out to the backyard to take a breath of fresh air. You sit down on the terrace steps. You are already tired and you want to go home.
Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around. You see heeseung who walks towards you. As he gets closer he asks "Can I sit here?"
You nod. He sits down keeping distance between you. You watch as he removes cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.
He lights a cigarette and it's not hard to miss the way you stare at him. But who wouldn't when he looks so sexy?
The light from the terrace highlights his sharp facial features and strands of hair lie perfectly on his forehead. You wouldn't think smoking a cigarette could be such a hot sight.
Heeseung notices you staring and his smile widens. He lets the smoke slowly out of his mouth and he says âI thought Im not your typeâ
You look ahead and keep a stone face. You can't show him any emotion because, however, it would be unfair of you because he is your friend's love interest.
,,shouldn't you be with sora?â You don't answer his words but you speak coldly and raise an eyebrow.
He doesnât hide his smile and shrugs his shoulders ,, she is probably very drunk and having a good time with girls or some other boy"
You roll your eyes and sigh. However, you werenât wrong about heeseung. He is a typical boy who plays with girls' feelings
But why doesn't it repulse you? You only have the impression that when you look at him he is getting more and more handsome by the second?
Heeseung moves toward you. You sit so close that your knees touch. You look at him as he lets the smoke out of his mouth, and damn when he is so close to you you are literally intoxicated by his presence.
âyou want?"
Heeseung offers you his cigarette and normally you would refuse, but now you can't think rationally so you agree. You are lost in the way your faces are close and the way he looks at you
âopen your mouth, baby," he says, and you follow his command. He takes a drag on his cigarette and then slowly lifts your chin . He brings his lips closer to yours so that they meet.
He slowly releases the smoke into your mouth. All the while you look intensely once at his mouth and once at his eyes. You let the smoke out of your mouth and cough. His smile is teasing and full of satisfaction.
Your heart beat fast. You feel the wetness in your panties. you didn't think you would like it so much.
"so pretty" he whispers as he gently touches your lips and looks at them carefully.
You know that what you did is so wrong and you don't know how you will look into your friend's eyes the next day. But why when heeseung is close to you you feel so good?
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă».
When you return to the university after the weekend, you didn't think it would be so difficult. After the whole situation with heeseung you feel like collapsing to the ground and not talking to Sora .
You know perfectly well that you did wrong, but as much as you want to, you can't forget about the heeseung.
Since that incident with the cigarette, you think about him all the time about his lips that gently brushed yours and the way he looked at you.
Your fantasies about him are expanding all the time. You know that avoiding him will be difficult.
But no matter how much you want him you won't do anything with him because you don't want to lose your friend.
You are awakened from your thoughts by your friend Suji. She says loudly waving her hand in front of your face ,,helloooo!!?? land to YN!!!"
You shake yourself off, straighten up in your seat and ask âWhat happened?"
â just what's going on that you're so thoughtful today?," your friend asks as she jots down some notes on her laptop
You sigh and shrug your shoulders "I don't know, I didn't get enough sleep I guess"
You are in a lecture and you totally can't concentrate because your brain is filled with thoughts. Specifically, thoughts of heeseung.
âAre you sure? You look as if something is bothering you. You know you can always talk to me," she says with a pleasant smile and looks at you warmly.
You know that Suji is always for you when you need her and you can talk to her in any situation. But you don't think you're ready to talk about heeseung.
âI know Suji, but really everything is fine," you assure her and reciprocate the smile.
You have one last lecture left. You're left to attend it alone because Suji went home faster because she has some errands to run.
You're looking through your phone when suddenly you see a heeseung enter the room. Your heart beat faster. You didn't know he was coming to the sociology lectures. But then you saw that Sora is with him.
You pray that they don't notice you because you really don't know how you're going to handle it. But it's different your friend waves to you and walks towards you with Heeseung.
You smile at her as genuinely as you can. She sits down next to you, with a heeseung beside her. You catch eye contact with him, but quickly break it off.
All the while you are talking to Sora or listening to what the lecturer is saying. The fact that the heeseung doesn't pay attention to you or even look at you drives you crazy.
He keeps his hand on your friend's thigh and listens to a lecture or checks something on his phone.
You hate to admit it but you really thought the small talk and the situation at the party meant something.
On the other hand, maybe it's better that it doesn't mean anything and you let it go.
Fifteen minutes before the end of the lecture, Sora has to leave because she said she has a doctor and can't be late.
As the girl leaves the room you look at the heeseung. His gaze is directed toward the lecturer.
Since Sora left the room neither of you is paying attention to each other, but you can sense the tension between you. You are separated by one seat.
Something inside you tells you to talk to him but your mind tells you to do nothing and ignore him.
After the lecture is over, you pack your things in your bag. You want to leave as soon as possible to avoid having any conversation with Heeseung.
As you leave the lecture, you are stopped by Heeseung. He puts his hand on your wrist and asks calmly ,, Are you in a hurry?â
You look in his direction and he already has that silly grin on his face. You want to be independent of him and get away from him as soon as possible
âApparently yes" you answer without feeling
,,why are you always so mean to me?" He raises and makes a feigned sad face
You sigh and cross your arms. You can't believe him. Just a moment ago he was avoiding you, and now suddenly he wants your attention.
"I'm not mean, I just don't have time" you reply. You walk down the hallway and he follows you
âoh come on darling. Can't you find time for me?" he replies while maintaining eye contact and the smile on his face widens
You have to admit that the way he calls you darling induces butterflies in your stomach. You stop and look straight into his eyes. it's really hard not to succumb to his charms
,,what do you want Heeseung?â you ask and raise an eyebrow
A teasing smile appeared on his lips and a hint of mischief in his eyes
,, I want you YNâ
At his words, warmth spread through your body. they had a profound effect on you
You feel the heeseung take your hand and lead you to equipment room. You let go of his hand and see him turn on the light. You donât understand what he wants to do.
,,heeseung, what ar-?â
You feel his lips on yours. His hands tighten on your waist and he draws you as close to him as possible.
You moan into his mouth and, pull away from each other. Heeseung puts his forehead against yours. When you are so close to each other you can't think of anything else but him.
But in the back of your mind you have your friend all the time. You know how much she cares about heeseung. When he notices that you are thoughtful he gently lifts your chin
âdon't think too much doll, we both know how much we want itâ
You look directly into his eyes. his words and eyes show pure sincerity. It's as if Heeseung is the devil and you can't resist his temptation to sin.
You think fuck it. you will worry about the consequences later. You attract him closer to you.
Your lips meet violently. Your hands travel to the nape of his neck, gently weaving into his hair. Your chests are as close together as possible.
The kiss becomes deep and full of hunger. It is as if you are relieving all the tension between you. You feel that heeseung explores your lips with his tongue and you moan.
Time between the two of you ceased to exist. Every touch of your lips becomes more and more intense and greedy.
You pull away from each other and catch your breath. You look up at him and your hand lands on his clothed growing dick.
You have to admit that even when he is wearing boxers and pants you can feel that he is massive.
â do you want to suck my cock like a good whore?" Heeseung smiles teasingly and says in a deep voice
He doesn't have to ask you twice because you immediately fall to your knees in front of him. Your pussy becomes wet just at the thought of giving him head.
Slowly and teasingly you unbutton his pants. Then you take off his boxers. Heeseung is impatient.
,,donât tease dollâ
A massive and thick heeseung cock appears in front of you. He has veins on his shaft and his tip is already all in pre cum.
You stare at his length. honestly you don't know if he will fit all the way down your throat let alone into your pussy.
âBaby, don't you know what to do? Should I show you?" He says with a hint of meanness and filter.
Heeseung holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls your face to his cock. You start licking his tip. All the while you hold eye contact with him.
You take more and more of his length into your mouth. what you can't take in you massage with your hand.
Heeseung continues to hold your hair in a ponytail and leans his head against the wall behind him. his face contorts with pleasure.
He wants to close his eyes and enjoy the pleasure you give him, but he doesn't want to miss a single moment of you sucking his cock.
You lick and suck his length from top to bottom. And with your other hand you massage his balls. Heeseung breathes hard and moans
,, take all my cook, slutâ Heeseung begins to push your head more and his cock touches your throat.
You practically choke on it, but you try to breathe through your nose. You should be embarrassed by all that he's doing, but it's makes your panties all wet
,, f-uck, baby so goodâ
Heeseung starts moaning louder and louder as he pushes his cock down your throat. You, at the same time, lick and suck his length. you keep your hands on his thighs.
He feels like he's in heaven. Your lips surround his cock so perfectly. he knows that heâs close.
Tears fly from your eyes and you choke on his length, but all you want is to be used by him as he is doing now.
âMmm my pretty little slut. What would Sora say if she saw how eager you are for me?"
Heeseung pushes into your mouth the last few times. You chuckle more and more.
,,fuck, I-m cummingg!!!!â heeseung pours his cum down your throat and you feel the salty taste.
"Swallow it all," he commands you as you keep eye contact.
Heeseung has ever gotten a better head. His orgasm was so intense. You swallow all his semen and then show him your tongue.
,, good girlâ he praises you when he catches his breath and helps you up.
He puts on his pants and boxers and draws you in for a kiss, but you pull away and say
,,I should goâ
âcan't I at least repay you?" Heeseung walks over to you, gently touches your shoulders and looks at you calmly
,,no, you donât have toâ you assure him as you pick up your bag from the floor and leave the equipment room without a word.
Heeseung stands in a stupor. He can't believe that you just left like that. He himself doesn't know if it's because you didn't want it or if it's because of remorse.
But on the other hand heeseung knows that he has rather changed your opinion of him and you can no longer say that he is not your type.
No matter how much you avoid him he knows that you won't be able to handle it and will quickly return to him.
Before he was even seeing Sora he noticed you at the university. At first sight, he thought you were a pretty girl and had something about you that the others didn't have. He knew he wanted to have you.
When he started his relationship with your friend all was well. but he was bored. It was too normal and he doesn't like permanent relationships.
But when he found out that sora was your friend? He knew he couldn't leave her because he wanted to reach you somehow.
Always if he wanted something, he must have it.
When at the party you said that he is not your type he went crazy. Since then he wants you even more. He just wants to prove you wrong.
Heeseung just isn't sure of one thing whether he just wants a relationship with benefits or something more. But is it possible for him to change for you?
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă».
Since the last incident with Heeseung, you have been avoiding him like a fire. You have a big guilty conscience about betraying your friend. But you also regret that you left heeseung so abruptly in equipment room without a word.
Every day more and more you can't talk to sora normally because all you have in front of your eyes is heeseung and what you did with him.
You know that your feelings for him are only growing and you hate it. Even if you want to forget him it's impossible because Sora keeps talking about him and now heeseung is in the same group of friends as you.
And besides, he doesn't let you forget about him. Practically every day before you come to the lecture hall someone ( or more precisely you are convinced that it is heeseung) puts a coffee on your table and to it a leaf with some kind words or once anonymously someone sent you flowers to your dormitory.
These little gestures are very kind, and you wonder if he does it just for you or for every girl he wants to have.
But even if you want to find out you'd rather not keep in touch with Heeseung because it's better for everyone.
You sit in your typical cafeteria seat and wait for your friends. Sora approaches the table and you smile slightly at her.
She has bags under her eyes, looks sleep-deprived and sad. She smiles weakly at you
,,Hi YNâ
She sits down next to you and looks like a human wreck. You become concerned and ask calmly
,,What happened Sora? You look tired and sad â
She sighs,looks ahead and puts her hands on the table
,,Heeseung told me that our relationship is pointless and he doesn't want to get involved in itâ she speaks weakly and you can see the pain on her face .
You almost choke on your coffee when you hear what says. You bite your lip slightly. Honestly expected that this is how this relationship could come out
,,Iâm so sorry Soraâ You respond by looking at her. you can see how broken she is.
,,You were right he is a typical fuck boy who will never find a girlfriendâ
You listen to her and nod. You feel so stupid that you are sitting next to her and she knows nothing about your feelings for him. However, you prefer not to take any chances and say nothing about it.
,,Don't break down like that. you are amazing and pretty and Iâm sure you will find a boyfriend a thousand times better than heeseung â you smile and draw her into a hug
,, thanks YN, for always being for me when I need youâ Sora smiles faintly and mumbles as you hug each other
,, alwaysâ you answer and feel guilty, but at least now you know that there is nothing between her and heeseung anymore.
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă».
You are at the birthday party of one of your friends Sunghoon. You have known each other since high school and then by some chance you ended up at the same university.
You are alone at the party without your friends. They couldn't come because they have work or study. You have to rely on yourself tonight.
You walk into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink of some sort and see Jake. Your heart beat faster because probably heeseung is also here.
âhey YN! I didn't know you'd be here" when he notices you, he smiles.
,,I didnât expect to see you here eitherâ you reciprocate his smile and softly hug each other in greeting.
You talk with him for a while. Jake is a really fun guy. He's very easy to like and talk to. You are not surprised that he is one of the close friends of Heeseung.
Without being noticed by you Heeseung enters the kitchen. A shadow of frustration flashes in his eyes but he tries to control himself when he saw you with Jake.
Jake notices how Heeseung stares at you with hard and burning eyes.
,,I guess someone is jealous of youâ Jake whispers in your ear and a little at first you donât understand what he means.
You turn around and see Heeseung who is already looking at you intensely. You feel your heart beating harder. And damn you like how his attention is devoted only to you.
A wave of heat spreads through your body. you feel like making him even more jealous.
You stand closer to Jake as you listen to him say something. You don't notice but some girl walks up to Heeseung.
However, he doesnât care at all about what the girl next to him is talking to him. His gaze is completely focused on you.
He feels a tightening in his stomach. He's frustrated with how close you stand to Jake and the fact that you're taking time for him.
He doesn't want anyone else to have you but him.
The girl who talks to him walks away from him when she sees that he is not interested in her. He takes a quick step toward you
âYN can we talk?" he says as calmly as he can although irritation and jealousy were visible in his eyes.
You nod. you feel that Heeseung grips your wrist tightly and pulls you outside .
âHeeseung, what the fuck are you doing?" You ask in frustration
You are facing each other. You see his eyes darken.
,, you even ask!? Youâve been avoiding me for a week and now youâre fucking my best with your eyes!â he replies with sarcasm and shakes his head in disbelief.
You cross your arms and can't believe that he is still going to tell you what to do and what not to do.
ââHeeseung! Pull yourself together! you were the one who hit on my best friend and probably every girl in this university and now all of a sudden you care about me!â you raise your voice and look at him coldly
He laughs dryly and sarcastically. He is so annoyed but at the same time he wants you so much.
,,YN, the only person who should pull is you! Will you ever fucking understand that the only one I want is you!?â your faces are close together. When he said he only wants you, you breathe hard and look straight into his eyes.
ââno heeseung, I wonât, you probab-ââ
He interrupts you in mid-sentence and pulls your body to the wall.
He closes the gap between you and starts kissing your lips. He puts his hands on your waist. You deepen the kiss by putting your hands behind his neck.
There is not an inch of space between you. You feel the heat beating from his body. From second to second the kiss is more and more passionate and impatient.
You couldn't satiate each other. You moan when you feel his lips that explore your lips.
You pull away slightly from each other and catch eye contact
âShould I prove to you even more that you are the only one I want?" He says in a deep sincere voice and raises an eyebrow
You turn your head and look at him with dark eyes. You already miss his touch.
When you enter heeseung's dormitory you lips immediately connect again. His hands are on you. He slid down to your neck. He stars sucking and licking your collarbone as he pulls you towards the door.
âmmm heeseung" you moan in pleasure as you close your eyes. You keep your hands in his hair.
While kissing, Heeseung leads you to his bedroom. He closes the door behind him. you lie down on the bed and he is over you.
You didn't look too closely at the surroundings, but his room is normal has desk, bed and closet. There's not even a mess here
You put your hands on his shoulders and look at him. He looks so hot. His hair is disheveled, his lips reddened and swollen from your earlier kiss
Heeseung smiles teasingly when he sees you looking at him.
âHmm, didnât you say something like Iâm not your type?â
Heeseung slowly pulls down your dress. You mutter quietly. He sees that you are not wearing a bra. He curses
âfuck, look what a desperate slut you areâ
You gasp and squirm under him as he purposely slowly removes your dress.
,,Hee pleas- donât teaseâ you beg him when you keep your hands on his shoulders.
His smile widens. he looks at your body as if it were gold although to him it is just that. He touches your hips sensually and pulls your dress all the way down.
You are left in just skimpy panties. At the very sight of you heeseung gets hard. He has only the thought in his head to fuck you.
He removes your panties and lays down between your thighs. Your pussy is already wet and eager for him
,,such a pretty pussy. Iâm sure it will taste so sweetâ He starts drawing circles on your clit with two fingers. You squirm under him and want more
âpleaseee⊠I want more-eeâ
Heeseung at your plea puts his lips to your pussy and licks your juices. You moan for him so pathetically. You are convinced that you won't last long when he eats you so well
He inserts two fingers into your pussy and his bluntness immediately increases. He hits every spots perfectly with his long fingers.
Heeseung speeds up licking your folds and you start riding his lips.
,,my goddd, heeseung itâs sooo goo-dâ you mutter loudly. Your nails dug into his shoulders leaving marks.
Your eyes twisting backwards with delight. Heeseung has his eyes closed. He is focused on your lovely moans and on your pussy. He wants to bring you to the best orgasm you've ever had.
,, godd- Iâm cummingg!!!â you scream with pleasure
Heeseung when he hears your moans speeds up sucking and kissing your clit. He adds a third finger to your pussy and quickly fingers you while hitting every perfect spot. You feel so full.
,,cum on my face baby, show me how good whore you are for meâ he purrs. He doesn't stop abusing your pussy with his fingers and mouth
You cum on his fingers and lips while moaning his name loudly. You are dizzy from how intensely you have come.
You catch your breath and look at Heeseung. His mouth is all in your juices. He licks his fingers which are all in your semen.
It is such a hot sight and you are horny again. Heeseung puts his fingers to your lips and he says
âopen your mouthâ
At his request you open your mouth. You suck and taste yourself on his fingers.
âgood girlâ
Heeseung looks at you and thinks he's about to go crazy. You're so beautiful when you're lying underneath him and completely submitting to him.
âplease heeseung, I want moreâ you beg as you draw him into a kiss. The kiss is passionate and you taste yourself on his tongue
Heeseung's cock is already so hard. You help him pull off his shirt and then he pulls down his pants and boxers. You look at his body.
When he notices this he smirks, raises an eyebrow and teases, "You like the view, donât you?
You nod and run your hand over his muscular chest . By your touch he is even harder if possible.
âYou are so impatient" he smiles as he touches your cheek and looks at your eyes. Something about this moment is intimate and real. Your hearts beat hard as you are warmed by each other's touch.
âLie down on your stomach baby," he practically gives you an order. You lie down. You are already excited about what is to come.
Heeseung crouches behind you. He spanks your ass and you moan. You are already so horny. Heeseung runs his finger over your slit and mocks you
âyou are so wet again and I havenât done anything yetâ
Heeseung thrusts into your pussy slowly. You feel your walls clench his cock perfectly. When he's buried all the way inside you. you moan and feel so full. You know you won't last long
âYour pussy receives me so good," he praises you as he begins to move inside you.
He holds your hair with one hand and the other on your neck. He begins to choke you. This is a new experience for you, but you enjoy it and moan even more.
âyou like how I choke you, huh?" Heeseung asks as he pushes into you hard. All you can hear in the room are the lewd and pornographic sounds of him pounding into your pussy and your moans.
,,you are such a dirty girl for me"
Heeseung doesn't stop fucking you. You have the feeling that with each passing moment his cock is hitting deeper and deeper into your cervix.
,, heeseung!!! myyy go-dddâ You scream in pleasure. your mouth twists out of pleasure into an ,,o" shape. You feel that you are close.
âWill you cum on my cock slut?" he asks as he pulls you close tugging at your hair. You like it so much when he treats you so roughly
Your eyes twist and a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body. Your legs shake as you squirt on his cock. He thrusts into you hard one last time and paints your walls white.
You catch your breath as heeseung slowly removes his cock from your pussy. You have a mess between your legs from your sperm.
You feel sore. You know that you won't be able to walk the next day.
You lie down on his bed. Heeseung goes out to the bathroom to fetch a towel. You wonder what will happen next if what you did was a one-time thing or if it will happen again.
Somewhere inside you there are further fears and you feel as if you are betraying your friend. You know how she would hate you if she found out what you did with him. But on the other hand when you are with him you feel like the whole world doesn't exist.
You are awakened from your thoughts by a heeseung that begins to cleanse you. He asks calmly "What are you thinking about so much?"
You look at him and sigh , "probably about our relationship".
He nods and sets the towel down on the table. He draws you close and you lie in each other's arms.
âHow do you want it to look now?" Heeseung asks as he gently combed through your hair.
You're not sure if Heeseung wants to involve you in your relationship and even if it does you're worried about your friendship with Sora
âI don't know Heeseung, but I know there is something between us and I don't want it to end," you answer and surprise yourself that you dared to say it. You think maybe it's time to be honest and put yourself and your needs first
Heeseung nods and a smile appears on his ,, so am I your type after all?â He teases
âshut up" you giggle and say jokingly
The future between you is uncertain because you both don't quite know what you want in your compiled relationship. But so far you are happy to have each other to some extent.
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă».
Thank you for reading!
author note: sooo this is my third fanfic!!! I hope you like it! â€ïž I wanted to give up several times while writing it lmaooo it was so exhausting hehe. Let me know in comments what you think about it ^^ <33
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Iâll give u a kiss if u write freak Azzi
i gotchu queen. it's one of my favs to write ngl. azzi's literally perfect.đ
The Fucking Menace
pairing: freak!azzi x paige
warning: smut
Paige knew Azzi was different from the jump.
Like, yeahâshe had been with girls before. Plenty of them. She had been good at it too. She knew how to take her time, knew what she was doing, knew exactly how to get a girl trembling underneath her.
But Azzi Fudd?
Azzi was a fucking menace.
Paige had figured it out piece by piece, but the first real clue came in the form of a text.
She had been at practice, minding her own damn business, stretching before drills, when her phone vibrated in her shorts. A quick glance at the screen showed Azzi with a little devil emoji next to her name.
Paige wasnât dumb. She knew better than to open Azziâs messages when she was in public. But her curiosity got the best of her. So she unlocked her phone, clicked the notificationâ
And nearly choked on her own breath.
It was a picture. A very NSFW picture. Azzi in front of her mirror, just a tiny pair of lace panties on, one hand between her thighs, the other holding her phone.
And the caption?
âThinking about how good you stretch me out. Hurry up and come home.â
Paigeâs soul left her body.
She locked her phone so fast she almost fumbled it, eyes darting around the gym, praying to God nobody saw her reaction. But damn, she was already flushed. Already ready to call practice early and haul ass back to her apartment.
And the worst part?
Azzi knew what she was doing.
She loved this shit. Loved getting Paige all worked up when she couldnât do anything about it. Loved knowing Paige was sitting there, thighs clenched, trying to focus on basketball when all she could think about was Azziâs bare skin, the little arch of her back, the fucking smirk she had on her face in that damn picture.
And when Paige finally got home that night?
Azzi was waiting for herâstretched out on Paigeâs bed like a damn meal, one of Paigeâs hoodies barely covering her, eyes dark with amusement.
Paige had dropped her bag on the floor, standing in the doorway, just looking at her.
âYou are so unserious.â
Azzi had just grinned. âYou liked it, though.â
Paige had swallowed hard. âObviously.â
Azzi had sat up slow, biting her lip. âThen why are you still standing there?â
And that was how Paige ended up on her knees between Azziâs thighs within five minutes of walking through the door.
But that was just one example.
Because Azzi wasnât just a freak over textâshe was unhinged in bed, too.
She had no shame. None.
She liked to talk Paige through it, liked to tell her exactly how good she felt, how much she loved it.
âFuck, baby, this dick is so deepâ look at you, stroking me like you wanna put a baby in meâshit, you know this pussy is all yours, right?*â
Paige could barely function when Azzi started talking like that.
And it wasnât just dirty talk. Azzi was always down to try shit. If Paige so much as hinted at something new, Azzi would tilt her head all innocent-like and go, âOh? You wanna try that? Okay, bet.â
And then she would show out.
Paige had never met a girl who could take strap like Azzi. It made no damn sense. She could go round after round, still talking her shit, still asking for more. Paige had tested her limits so many times and Azzi had never once tapped out first.
And the craziest thing?
Azzi had favorites.
Like, she would be riding Paigeâs strap, hands planted on her chest, taking it like she was born for it, and sheâd be talkingâtalking, like she wasnât losing her mind.
âMmm, fuckâthis my favorite way to fuck you, babyâ you like watching me take it? Like watching my pussy stretch around you? Shitâ you love it when I bounce on it, donât you?*â
And Paige? Paige was clenching the sheets, jaw slack, barely holding on for dear life.
Every time she thought she had the upper hand, Azzi flipped the script.
Paige was topping, sure. She was in control, technically. But somehow, Azzi always had her exactly where she wanted her.
Like that time Paige had her pinned down, strapping her slow and deep, thinking she was in chargeâ
Only for Azzi to wrap her arms around her, pull her close, and whisper, âCâmon, baby, you know I like it nasty. Go harder.â
Paige had nearly blacked out on the spot.
She did go harder. She did whatever Azzi told her to do, every single time.
Because Azzi Fudd was a different breed.
And Paige?
Paige was never not gonna give her exactly what she wanted.
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Could you do Ambessa and Sevika with a reader who's really introverted? Thank youuđ«â€ïž
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â„ïž Sevika respects your need for space. Sheâll give you the quiet moments you crave, but she also wonât hesitate to check in, making sure youâre okay. Sheâs the type to simply sit beside you in silence, just feeling your presence without pushing for interaction.
â„ïž Sheâs not much for small talk, so sheâs perfectly content with your more reserved conversations. She likes the deeper, meaningful moments, especially when you share something youâve been thinking about in the comfort of silence.
â„ïž Sevika notices the subtle signs that you need time alone. She wonât ask questionsâsheâll just leave you to your space without making you feel guilty about it. She knows when to give you space without making it an issue.
â„ïž When she does interact with you, itâs always in a way that feels comforting rather than overwhelming. Her low, steady voice helps keep your anxiety at bay, and she always speaks in a calm, no-nonsense tone.
â„ïž She understands when you donât want to go out, and sheâll stay in with you. Whether that means watching something low-key or simply spending time in each otherâs company without the need for words, Sevika gets it.
â„ïž Despite her tough exterior, sheâll sometimes offer small, thoughtful gestures. Like making sure you have a hot drink or making your favorite meal, even if you never asked for it.
â„ïž She wonât push you to be more social. If you donât want to deal with people, sheâs more than happy to take care of things without dragging you into them. She values your peace and understands your boundaries.
â„ïž Sevikaâs got a weirdly soft side when it comes to you. Sheâs the type to gently brush her fingers through your hair or rub your back when youâre feeling overwhelmed, always keeping it quiet and steady.
â„ïž She doesnât make a big deal out of it when youâre not up for physical affection, but she makes sure you know sheâs still there with a hand on your shoulder or a quiet touch when you need it.
â„ïž At times, sheâll give you a look, almost like sheâs checking if youâre okay. Sheâs so observant, catching even the smallest shift in your mood. Sometimes, all it takes is a nod from you, and sheâll know how to adjust without saying a word.
â„ïž Sheâs a master at knowing when to be quiet and when to speak. If youâre deep in thought or in your head, she wonât try to force conversationâshe lets you come to her when youâre ready
â„ïž Sometimes, when youâre feeling anxious, Sevika wonât ask whatâs wrong. Instead, sheâll just do something familiarâlike sitting with you, offering a cigarette, or doing something that feels grounding for both of you.
â„ïž Sheâll never judge you for being quiet or withdrawn. Thereâs no pressure to be anything other than yourself with her, and sheâs one of the few people who sees the value in your silence.
â„ïž Despite her commanding presence, Sevika has a weird way of knowing exactly how to make you feel safe when youâre overwhelmed. Itâs in the way she stands, the way she quietly observes, always creating space for you to be yourself without fear of judgment.
â„ïž She doesnât mind if youâre the type to retreat into books, music, or your own thoughts. Sheâll sit next to you, just existing with you, content that youâre sharing that space in your own way.
â„ïž Sevika understands your need for independence. She doesnât try to fix everything. Instead, she lets you deal with things at your own pace, offering support only when you ask for it.
â„ïž When she sees you come out of your shellâeven a littleâsheâs oddly proud of you. Thereâs a soft edge to her smirk when she catches you laughing or talking with someone. Sheâll never outright compliment you on it, but you can tell sheâs impressed.
â„ïž Sheâs the type of girlfriend who will insist you take breaks and step away from stress, but sheâll also respect it if you want to handle things on your own. Itâs all about balance for her.
â„ïž When you get overwhelmed in a crowd, Sevika will always find a way to get you out of there. Whether itâs making an excuse to leave early or simply pulling you to the side for a quick exit, sheâs got you.
â„ïž She knows you might prefer just one-on-one time, so sheâll do what she can to make sure youâre never pressured into group settings that make you uncomfortable.
â„ïž Sevikaâs loyalty runs deep. When youâre down, sheâll stay by your side, a steady presence in the background, quietly supportive, offering you the space you need while also being there when you want her.
â„ïž Finally, sheâs the kind of partner whoâs happy to let you be exactly who you areâquiet, introverted, and uniquely you. She appreciates your calm, your quiet strength, and the way you help her see the world from a different perspective.
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â„ïž While Ambessa is commanding and often larger-than-life in her presence, she knows how to make you feel safe in your introversion. When youâre feeling overwhelmed, sheâll create a space where itâs just the two of you, letting you retreat into the comfort of silence.
â„ïž When youâre too tired to talk, Ambessa will gently remind you that you donât need to say anythingâyour presence alone is enough for her. She understands that sometimes, silence speaks volumes.
â„ïž If youâre ever feeling drained after a long day, Ambessa will offer you her company without demanding anything from you. She might pour you a drink, sit beside you, and simply exist in your space without pressuring you to be anything other than yourself.
â„ïž Sheâll occasionally tease you, but itâs always lighthearted and with affection. She enjoys seeing the subtle shifts in your expression when you try to hide your smile or laughter at her dry wit.
â„ïž Ambessa knows the value of personal time, and sheâs perfectly content with letting you retreat into your own thoughts. Sheâll never take it personally if you need space; she understands that your quiet moments are just as important as your shared moments.
â„ïž When youâre feeling particularly introverted, sheâll find ways to give you space while still being close. She might work nearby, allowing you to feel her presence without being forced to interact if youâre not up for it.
â„ïž Ambessa will sometimes look at you in a way that says everythingâthose deep, knowing glances that speak volumes without words. Sheâs incredibly perceptive and can sense when youâre feeling overwhelmed without you saying a thing.
â„ïž If you need a break from the chaos around you, Ambessa will ensure that you can escape to a quieter place. Whether itâs her private office or just a secluded corner, sheâll make sure thereâs peace for you when you need it.
â„ïž When she knows youâre feeling anxious or stressed, Ambessa will offer her hand or give you a touch of reassurance. Sheâs not the type to force conversation, but her touch is often all you need to feel grounded again.
â„ïž Despite her intimidating persona, sheâll soften her voice when she speaks to you, knowing that youâre more comfortable when things arenât too loud or intense. Her words come with purpose, but also a gentleness that helps ease your mind.
â„ïž Ambessa doesnât mind when youâre introverted around others. Sheâs proud of your calm, quiet strength, and sheâll often give you a knowing look, silently acknowledging that youâre doing just fine without saying a word.
â„ïž She enjoys watching you in your element when youâre doing something you love, whether itâs reading, sketching, or simply taking a walk alone. Her gaze is full of quiet admiration as she watches you retreat into your thoughts, appreciating the depth of who you are.
â„ïž When youâre not feeling like talking, Ambessa will give you small affirmations to remind you that youâre valued. It might be a compliment, a small smile, or simply a soft âIâm proud of youâ when you least expect it.
â„ïž Ambessa knows how to read your body language, and she can tell when youâre beginning to feel drained. When that happens, sheâll shift gears and create a more private, calming environment for you without making it awkward
â„ïž If youâre having trouble navigating a social event or gathering, Ambessa will be your rock. Sheâll make sure you donât feel pressured to perform socially, and sheâll give you an out if you need one.
â„ïž When you do choose to open up, Ambessa listens with unwavering attention. She never interrupts, never judges, and always values the words you do share. Her silence in those moments is the most supportive kind of presence.
â„ïž Ambessa is fiercely protective of your peace. If anyone or anything threatens to disturb your calm, sheâs quick to put it in its place. Sheâll handle it quietly, often with a few choice words, making sure your introverted nature isnât pushed out of balance.
â„ïž Sheâll often surprise you with small gifts or gestures that show sheâs thinking of you. A book she thinks youâd love, a quiet walk around the city, or even a cup of tea with your favorite flavorâitâs her way of showing she cares without overwhelming you.
â„ïž When you need to recharge, Ambessa will make sure to give you the time you need. She wonât pressure you to interact with her or others, knowing that sometimes the best way to show affection is by letting you be yourself.
â„ïž Sheâs not the type to need constant reassurance, but sheâll make sure you feel seen. When youâre with her, itâs like nothing else matters; itâs just the two of you, with her providing the kind of quiet strength that balances out your own.
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Reblogging this version and stealing the tags as well:
#i realized this when I was following#gen padalecki#she was talking about the garden#and livestock#and book clubs#and doing so many things with the boys#and i realized that if she had to work#like i have to work#and didn't have the money to hire people to do shit#she couldn't do all of that either#and then i unfollowed her#because it wasn't relevant to me#and was just making me feel bad about myself#even though i knew we were not on the same boat#she's in a yacht#and i'm in a rowboat#and you can't compare the two
This is so important, especially when it comes to body image.
If you ever find yourself looking at someone and thinking "damn, I wish I was as slim and toned as that insta model" or "damn, I wish I was built like that Navy Seal dude"... remember that this is literally PART OF THEIR JOB. You can't be an insta model without being slim and you can't be a spec ops soldier without being in excellent, buff shape. And as a result, people like that spend A LOT of hours in the gym. Like, a lot A LOT. And no, not off hours, after already working for 8+ hours a day like you with your desk job. If you are trying to emulate people like that while not being in that job, you are essentially trying to do two jobs at once. And that ain't a sustainable way to live (you can make it work, but good grief, at what cost...)
And any time you look at someone rich enough to afford somebody else to do their cooking and cleaning and child care? Dial your own expectations way the hell down, because those are freaking time sinks. There's a reason rich people hire other people to do that shit for them (because it's work--and unless you are rich it's work you HAVE TO do for free, because cooking is kind of important for eating and cleaning is kind of important for being healthy and if you don't take care of your kids they have a high risk of ending up dead).
I would also add to this that sometimes it really is too late/impossible to strive for something that you would like to be your top priority. I have asthma and I'm nearing 40. Even if I started working out right now, with the same diet and exercise regimen as a soldier, I would not be able to get that level of fitness, because 1) my lungs aren't build for that and 2) aging is a thing and my body's prime days are over.
And that sucks. Realizing that there are legit, unchangeable roadblocks to things you would like to make your priority SUCKS. And it's okay to be angry and frustrated about that for a while, and to grieve the opportunities you wish you had but never will. It's perfectly fine and normal and healthy. So long as you remember that grief is not a place to be forever. Life goes on. There's more beauty to find in the world and so much more to live for rather than wallowing in sadness forever.
So, if you find yourself with something that you want to make your priority, but cannot, for circumstances outside of your control, ask yourself "okay, but how much do I have to dial back the intensity to make it work and still have it be a top goal?"
One of my goals for this year is to go swimming again. I used to do that competitively. I would love to get back to that same level of intensity again, but 1) I am getting old, 2) I have a full-time job, and 3) it's not something I can just do at home anytime I want--I have to take a bus to the city swimming pool to get there and they ain't open 24/7. So no, I will not be swimming again with the same regularity and intensity as before, but I will try to find a time window that will work with my job and the commute and the opening hours and I will take as much swimming as I can get, because good grief, I miss the water.
One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.
(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)
This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someoneâs spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, âHaving a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. Itâs definitely not one of mine, so I shouldnât expect my home to look like that.â
Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: âMaintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because itâs her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so Iâm never going to prioritize my body like that.â
It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)
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