#Ended up being belittle yelled at and talked down to that just made me felt like complete crap

[nymphrasis]

Today has not been a good day, tbh.

I managed to get one art made but then irl decided to just make me feel miserable. So I haven't been feeling the greatest.

I do appreciate my partner being here in voice chat to keep comfort.

[loneliestluvr]

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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[worriedvision]

"I'm a lover not a fighter" (Part 2)

Gender neutral reader, part 1 here. Angst with a happy ending. A warning here, the reader enters a relationship with a verbally hurtful man, however Cyno and Alhaitham come along.

--

The months after that breakup, you still didn't see Alhaitham looking at you. He made his opinions clear, and you understood that he felt like you were not entirely honest with him. The love person, it turns out, was trying to break you two up so Alhaitham would be 'on the market'. Your friends would ask what happened, and they'd feign pity when you explain it was your mistake that ruined the relationship.

In a lapse of judgement, you still thought you needed to be having verbal altercations with your lover unless you wanted problems. Along comes a subordinate of Cynos. To everyone in public, he was the sweetest man. You find yourself drawn to him, and you decide to take him up on the offer of a date. In public, he was on his best behaviour.

Behind closed doors?

He yells at you whenever he finds a part of the house dirty, or the groceries weren't replenished, or some other thing you weren't used to being yelled at for. It wasn't even a simple one line before apologising either. He belittled you every time you did something not to his standard, constantly bringing up your ex and saying he was lucky to be rid of you. You yelled back once, asking why he was still dating you, but he spits venom at you. He manages to convince you that he is your blessing, and you need to be at his mercy.

In public, you found he started to demand you walk in a precise way. Not relaxed, proper and professional. You were not to speak until he give you the okay, and it worked until Alhaitham grew rather worried about you.

While you were keeping yourself down to keep this 'man' of yours happy, Alhaitham was constantly getting asked out. He wasn't interested in most of these people, and the one person that seemed tame turned out to be the most blatant with making their intentions clear. They wanted to be his house spouse, his 'cushy' jub as the acting grand scribe being the sole reason for this.

To their dismay, he got out through the back exit - leaving them with the horrendously high bill. After that experience, he truly couldn't help but start to think back on your relationship. Your friends must have grown jealous, that must be it.

That's when he saw you. You didn't look happy, and you were so rigid with this man practically walking you. He calls out for you, your head snapping up as you look forward to possibly working on fixing your friendship, even if it was destined to solely be friends. After all, you were now taken.

Your man isn't happy, however. Before Alhaitham can begin to talk to you, your boyfriend is dragging you by the arm. He slams the door, and Alhaitham hears your terrible excuse of a boyfriend yelling at you because of 'being a whore'.

As much as he wanted to act now, Alhaitham knew in this moment you'd just run back to this horrible man. Nodding to himself, he starts to look for the general Mahamatra.

--

"I'll cut to the chase." Alhaitham explains, Cyno already concerned that Alhaitham requested him specifically. "One of your subordinates is being abusive to their partner. It is clear to me that they are taking advantage of the position, and I won't start for it."

"I want a name." Cyno responds. "I will carry out an investigation, and the moment I have proof, I will act."

"No. Contact me." Alhaitham stops, Cyno tilting his head. "I still have that favour to use. I won't cause permanent damage. Once I get a punch in, then you act."

"...Fine. As long as nobody is around." Cyno shrugs.

--

Turns out, this didn't take long. Cyno found evidence that his subordinate had been shouting abuse at you via your neighbours, some neighbours even noted how often your boyfriend brought up his 'very important job'.

Cyno figures it was as well he got this dealt with swiftly, so he keeps a very close eye on the house after informing Alhaitham he has collected enough evidence.

Turns out, Alhaitham had told Kaveh about the situation. Usually arguing with one another, Kaveh immediately agreed to help. Initially, he states he will hold your boyfriend down as Alhaitham hits him, but Alhaitham responds saying. That all he needed to do was to keep an eye out for any possible witnesses, and to shoo them away.

That night, Alhaitham heard your boyfriend shouting at you for an underseasoned meal. Absolutely pathetic. A man that doesn't know how to cook, and he had the audacity to tell you that you didn't season it to his taste?

The door opens and closes, your boyfriend now out of the house, and he turns to see your ex boyfriend. Before he can react, Alhaitham reels back his arm and lands a swift punch to the man's face, knocking him out.

Cyno goes to tell him off, but he figures this gave him time to apprehend an incapacitated criminal. Alhaitham knocks on the door, entering after he hears nothing concerning, and he calls out for you.

"O-oh, Alhaitham." You clear your throat, clearly trying to stop your crying. "M-My boyfriends not here, I'm afraid I cann-"

"He's been arrested." Alhaitham cuts you off, your eyes widening in fear.

"But he's a-"

"He's nothing that special. After informing the General Mahamatra of my concerns, I discovered that the man had only recently been hired."

"..."

"You don't deserve that." Alhaitham continues, you are finally looking at him. "You do not deserve verbal abuse. That is very poor communication."

"You know I'm not that good with communication. I went to a 'love expert' for advice after my friends implanted the idea of-"

"I should have also recognised the reason why your friends did that." Alhaitham sighs. "After the time apart, I concluded that you are a worthy partner."

"...Could we take it slow?" You ask. "I need to take things slow. I moved in with this guy after a month of knowing him..." You admit.

"I have all the time in the world." Alhaitham smiles.

You look down at his fist, the one that collided with your boyfriend's face.

"I...also may have had to deliver my own form of punishment."

"I'll get the first aid kit."

"And that's why you're a good match for me. You don't shout at me for losing control of myself."

[mxngldmxdnsss]

noize - michael afton

based off of this song

pairing - michael x reader

cw! michael and the reader are both 18 | chair sex, unprotected sex, breeding, slight mention of impregnation, praise, vulgar language, slight degrading, humiliation, hair pulling and cigarette use

michael is a slight douchebag in this. he has a mullet, and this takes place in 87’ a bit before william dies. yes michael is into rock, yes he’s emo.

sexual content ahead: proceed with caution!

Michael was always a bit difficult to communicate with, being that when you two were in school, he was notoriously known for being a bit of a bully, and well, scary. The complete opposite of you, nice and mannerable. People were always surprised when Michael came from behind and wrapped an arm around you pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, before dragging you away to have you just sit in his room, your presence comforting him. Distracting him from his old man, always fighting, yelling erupting at the dinner table every time you went over, which was practically daily, you basically lived with them. Your family hardly saw you anymore, constantly irritated that you ‘chose some boy over them’ always belittling you and laughing when you were embarrassed about being accused of a future single mother.

You and Michael had been dating since you two were sophomores, about three years, and your sex life with him was rather full. Either finding his fingers working between your wet walls, or trying to muffle your moans when Michael stuffed himself inside of you, hating that his father seemed to resent the fact that he was fucking you, his idea of perfect legacy, tarnished by teens who simply were just teenagers. Talk about jealous, it was no wonder Michael joked about his dad not able to keep a woman around. Making you choke on your food as William grew red with anger. You followed suite after Michael as he stormed up to his room, whispering soft thanks to William for making dinner, even if it was horrible.

As soon as you shut the door behind you, you were pulled into Michael’s arm, a quick kiss pressed against your lips before you felt nibbling on your neck, whimpering you wrapped your arms around Michael’s hunched form. “What’s the matter?”

You pressed a kiss to Michael’s head before pushing him back, watching as he huffed and reached over and turned his record player on, music blaring out before being turned down a bit. “He always got to think low of me. It pisses me off Y/N, why can’t he realize I’m just as capable of carrying his ‘legacy’ as anyone else.” You sighed before you dragged Michael to sit in his desk chair, leaning down and pulling him into your arms. “I can’t say I know exactly how you feel Mikey, but I do know that regardless of your dad’s views, you’re capable of changing the way he feels about you. You just have to realize it and prove him wrong.”

Michael knew you were right, you always were good at saying the right things. That’s what he loved about you. You reminded him a lot of his mom, caring and always finding ways to make him feel better, he was just afraid of becoming his dad, who ended up pushing everyone way for selfish needs. The thought made him both angry and sad, pulling you onto his lap and pressing his lips against yours. Even when you fisted through his hair and struggled to keep up with Michael’s pace, he didn’t pull away. When he did though, he left you heaving for air. “Michael-”

But before you could protest, Michael pulled your shirt off and made you straddle him. You knew what Michael wanted, every time he got worked up you ended up being his way to release stressful thoughts, making him forget what was on his mind, zeroing in on making you feel good, never failing at making your sure you voice was hoarse the next morning. You whined as Michael pressed kisses to your collarbone, helping you take off your bra, and taking your nipple into his mouth. Slapping a hand over your mouth as you heard heavy footsteps outside the bedroom door, followed by a heavy knock. “If you’re going to ignore me then do it outside of my home Michael.”

You were about to push Michael away so his father wouldn’t grow angry, but he snapped his hips against yours, pressing his hard on against your cunt, stealing a loud gasp from your lips. Now that would piss his dad off. You heard an even louder gasp come from the other side of the door. “Damn you Michael, you can’t even bother to respond to your father. More focused on getting that poor girl knocked up than be a real man.” It made you want to laugh honestly, Michael’s father always seemed more embarrassed when it came to him either walking in on you two or hearing whatever was going on when Michael locked his door. Hearing footsteps quickly walk away from the room, you slapped Michael’s arm.

“What?” A cheeky smirk was spread across Michael’s face, his bangs falling into his eyes, hair pushed onto his shoulders. “You’re horrible.” Giggling along with Michael as you got up quickly to pull the rest of your clothes off, before climbing back onto his lap. Pressing a quick kiss to Michael’s lips before getting ready to push his cock inside of you. Eager for both of you to get off. Finally, Michael’s tip pushed past your hole, and into your walls, twitching as you quietly moaned and sheathed Michael. Rocking your hips against his, you looked to Michael for direction. Responding a quick nod, you began to slightly bounce, it wasn’t the same as riding him on the bed, you had no room to put your knees on the chair, but that didn’t stop you from finding a way to bounce comfortably. “Michael, please.”

Grabbing your hips Michael pulled you closer and took the lead, bouncing you at a pace you couldn’t achieve, and snapping his hips up to meet yours. You moaned, grabbing at Michael’s shoulders as his tip kissed your cervix. The chair creaked as Michael picked up the pace, being a bit rougher than usual. “You always take me so well.” You whined, looking at Michael seeing his half lidded gaze on you. You looked down, staring at Michael’s thick happy trail, before turning your attention to where you and Michael met, a white circle forming at the base of his cock. “No need to get embarrassed. I thought you liked it when I talked like that? Or would you rather me do the opposite? Hm? You like being teased like a little whore.” Gasping, you blushed and looked away, trying to hold in moans.

“Oh now I don’t get to hear how good I’m making you feel?” Michael stilled his hips, taking his hands off of your waist before grabbing a fist full of your hair, forcing you to look at him, your eyes were blown wide as Michael leaned forward pressing you against his desk before snatching your wrists, holding them just at your navel. “What you don’t want the old man to hear you? You scared he’ll barge in? You don’t want him to see you being a slut?” You gasped feeling Michael stand up, the tip of his cock pressing against the side of your wall. Shuddering as he pulled out, before moaning loud enough to muffle the music blaring as Michael slammed back into you.

Rutting his hips into your cunt before beginning a ruthless pace. Ripping screams and moans from your throat before being shut up as Michael forced his mouth onto yours, sucking on your tongue before pulling away and beginning to press sloppy open mouthed kisses against your neck. You legs flailed before finding themselves wrapped eagerly around Michael’s hips. “Oh? You like that? Fuck- you’re sucking me in like crazy, I really should’ve put a rubber on hm?” Shaking your head you tightened your legs around Michael’s waist, his pelvis meeting your clit with every thrust. “No? You like it when we go raw? What if you get pregnant hm?”

Michael groaned above you, panting as his thrusts became rushed and sloppy, god he was so close, you’d really done it this time. Squeezing his eyes shut as you whimpered below him, did he really want to do this? He knew he’d probably get kicked out or worse, be cut off from his dear ole’ dad’s will. Come on? Getting you knocked up would make his heart soar but he knew it’d have consequences, but did he really care all that much? His dad was a piece of shit anyways, so what did it matter? Biting his lip, Michael pressed his mouth to yours, muffling your cries as your pussy spasmed around his cock.

Michael’s hips stilled, rutting into you as cum painted your walls a creamy white. A low grunt leaving his throat as he pulled away. Your face red, chest heaving. Michael let go of your wrists and hair, pulling you into his arms before lifting you up off the desk. Laying you flat on your stomach, and pulling the thin sheets over your body. Michael sat at beside you, pushing hair from your face, before leaning down and kissing your temple, like he always did. Getting up and opening up his drawer to snag a cigarette, which you constantly scolded him for buying. Chuckling, Michael stood at his window, opening it up, blowing the smoke out of his room.

Staring off into space before putting out the rest of the cigarette. Pulling on boxers before heading to the kitchen to get a cup of water for you, finding his dad sitting at the table staring at a picture of his ex-wife. Breezing right past him, Michael groaned hearing the sound of William’s voice. “You truly are a disappointment.” Sass and annoyance laced in his words.

“I take after my father.”

Michael couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of his dad’s house and live life with you.

[yandere-sins]

Hello! Can i request a yandere bully! Bakugou, locking a darling in the locker? I may leave You there for a while, and comfort you when the reader is begging you to

Continuation of this one here! Thanks for requesting ^-^

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You couldn’t deny that the feeling wasn’t new.

Being roughly shoved into the barely big enough locker, you both felt scared and, at the same time, knew what to do. Braking your fall with your back, you kept your head forward so you wouldn’t hit it again, the mild concussion you had last time having been learn-experience enough. You had closed your eyes out of instinct when Bakugou gripped your shirt, but they snapped open immediately, trying to help you. However, Bakugou, too, had honed his skills, slamming the door close before you could squeeze your fingers in its way.

You’d rather have a broken finger than suffer this ordeal again if you were honest.

“No!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, knowing it was futile since no one else was around. Still, a part of you hoped that you might be able to intimidate Bakugou to think this over. “Shut. Up,” was his angry reply, his fist hammering into the locker door with every word. You had to fear he might actually break through the door by force, but it would have been in your favor.

It was so damn frustrating. You always thought you had done something to Bakugou, apologized over and over to him, so maybe he’d stop his bullying. But after finally talking to someone about it, you had decided that you wouldn’t engage with him anymore, and well... it just so happened you found comfort in the arms of the new student who finally treated you well as the only person ever since you came to UA. Everyone had always been too scared of Bakugou once he started targeting you. Of course, you couldn’t blame them either...

You and the new student started to hang out at any time, so you could avoid being targeted, and you spent some of the most wonderful hours by his side. The bullying did seem to stop now that a witness was always around, and you were so sure it was finally over, and you could move on. What could have caused Bakugou to explode the way he did? Not only did he punch your new boyfriend - and possibly broke his nose - no, he also carried you off without permission, bringing you to your most hated place on planet earth.

The annex had always been sparsely visited by students and teachers alike. There were just some clubrooms around, but since it was already late in the afternoon and a sunny day, most members were out in the fields or back in the dorms already. But strangely enough, even the weirdo Bakugou had a locker here; one big enough to fit a person in it.

“You can’t-- Ah, damnit, Bakugou! Stop locking me in this damn locker! It’s not funny anymore! What did I ever do to you?!”

Perhaps you were feeling especially feisty that day. You never had screamed at him like this, except if you were pleading for mercy. But ever since your boyfriend convinced you to see the guidance counselor, you had started to come out of your shell. Everything had been so good. Why was it coming back to bite you in the ass now?

Bakugou didn’t respond. No mocking comment, no snide remarks. Not even threats or insults belittling you, even as you started hammering your fists against the door. Out of experience, you knew someone would come. You were sure your boyfriend already contacted the teachers and people were searching for you, and latest when someone passed by, you could reach out and ask for help. But were you really going to fall back into old behavior and just sit it out? Wait for the time to pass and life to go on like before?

“... like you,” you suddenly heard from outside, a tiny voice compared to the usual boom and vibrato that Bakugou had. “What?!” you hissed, annoyed that once ‘his majesty’ decided to talk, he did it so you couldn’t understand. A long groan escaped him, furious and raging. “Just listen, you idiot! I said I like you!”

This time, the ‘What’ echoing in your head was left silent. Your mouth hung open as you stared at the blonde tuft of hair through the slits in the locker, Bakugou standing there with his back turned towards you. “... the fuck...” you finished your thought, accidentally saying it out loud and quickly realizing it, but it was already too late.

“What’s your problem,” Bakugou grumbled, annoyed, and part of you was glad not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t have known how to come to terms with him blushing or nervously fidgeting around like someone who just confessed usually would. “Just tell me what your fucking answer is.”

“No,” you replied instantly, without even a moment of hesitation. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to think it over before blurting it out but never. You could never imagine yourself at the side of your bully, the person who made your life a living hell. Someone who’d lock you in a locker to confess to you. What kind of joke was this?

“No?” he mumbled, suddenly turning around, you two staring eye to eye through the slits. “What do you mean ‘no’?!”

“Is this a joke?!” you barked back. “Tell me it’s a joke, ’cause there’s no way I could be together with you!”

Bakugou opened his mouth to say something, but instead, his eyes only grew redder, expression growing mad and furious, and you heard the unexpected crashing of fists against the metal, making you flinch back. The whole situation seemed so surreal, but it was very, very real. Standing up for yourself made you feel strong, but when uncomfortable silence befell you two, you started to overthink again.

“Bakugou...” you mumbled, placing your hand against the door. You were back to only seeing his hair, but you knew he was leaning forward, probably starring daggers into the ground. Maybe not everything was too late. Perhaps you could fix this, appeal to him one more time. “Just let me out, okay? You and I... that doesn’t work, but we can stop being children and scream at each other and just go our separate ways.”

You couldn’t think of a better way to talk to him. After all, you couldn’t understand what was going on inside of him at all. He had been bullying for god-knows-how-long, yet, he thought he liked you? Couldn’t he see the contradiction in his statement and actions? But this cruelty had to end at some point and now was as good as any. Going different ways would help him too, you were sure.

“Children?” he whispered, finally snapping upwards again to stare at you with a mocking expression. “Do you think my feelings aren’t real?”

Weirded out by his behavior, you only shook your head.

“I don’t think you know your position in this. There is no ‘no’ when I ask you if you like me.”

“Bakugou...”

“It’s that guy, isn’t it? He’s in the way, right? He’s been stealing you from me, taking up all your time that you should spend with me, isn’t he?”

“Bakugou, please, we’re never spending time together--”

“He’s making you say no because you’re guilty, am I right? I can take care of that, you know?”

“Wait!” you interrupted his speech, sudden panic rising inside of you. You were well aware of Bakugou’s strength, but attacking your boyfriend wouldn’t make any of you happy! “If you go, I’ll scream! They’ll find me, and I’ll tell them what you’re doing! That’s criminal! Aren’t you studying to be a hero?!”

Your appeals were met with a cocky grin, his eyes shining as if you just challenged him. “Who says I can’t be a hero and still beat the shit out of that bastard?”

“Everyone! Everyone will know what they did! I will tell them!”

“Try it,” he hissed before pushing away from the locker. You threw yourself against it, but the door must have jammed when he kept bashing into it. Slapping your palm and hammering your fists didn’t help as you had to watch him walk away after looking at you in this typical, belittling way he used, always looking down on you. “You can have some time to think about your answer while I’m taking care of some business. Remember what day it is?” Bakugou yelled back over his shoulder, and you could hear the smug grin on his lips.

“What day...? Friday?” Your eyes widened suddenly as you realized that there were no clubs on the weekend due to the new regulations for safety, and you began to panic and scream Bakugou’s name after him. If you’d just have to spend the night, that would be manageable, but with the strange mood he was in, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust him to come let you out anytime soon. A whole weekend inside the locker would kill you for sure, and tears rolled down your cheeks as his footsteps slowly faded.

What a monster.

How could you ever like him back?

What more would you have to endure because of him?

But truth be told, what else could you do but tell him you liked him? You just wanted to get out of the hell that was this locker. Save yourself from the embarrassment and torture.

"I like you! Bakugou, I like you!" you screamed.

But the footsteps didn't come running back.

[hotch-stufff]

Meet the Parents

Gif is not mine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Warnings!: angsty, mentions of neglect, bad parenting, fighting, arguing, lots of yelling, parents saying degrading things towards reader, but happy ending between reader and hotch obviously

Description: Hotch meets your parents that have never approved of you or anything you do, how will he react when they begin picking apart your life?

A/N: not rlly sure if i love this one, but I hope you guys do. Probably a bunch of spelling errors, just warning you.

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It was a bad idea.

Of course it was a bad idea.

You really didn't know why you had to go through with this.

You never wanted to have to introduce him to your parents. You had hoped this day wouldn't come. They were... not the best parents in the world, to say the least.

But you were engaged, getting married in only a few months, and your parents had of course heard of your engagement from your older sister. She had accidently let it slip on her last visit.

And now you had to introduce him. And God you were terrified. They had belittled and picked apart each and every aspect of your life.

It wasn't really your father, more so your mother. But he had never stopped her and joined in occasionally.

They had always hated your decisions. You had joined the marines straight out of highschool, and went to the FBI academy after 4 years of service. You had then quickly made your way to the FBI's behavior analysist unit, and that was where you had met your now fiance, Aaron Hotchner.

And of course your mother disapproved. She had always wanted you to go the traditional route. Be a stay at home mom, married with kids by the time you were 20.

You were now 28 and just getting engaged, so of course your mother was going to have some complaints.

But you had never expected how the night actually had turned out.

You had been wringing your hands the entire way there. Aaron had been worried about you for the entirety of the trip. Constantly sending you glances, taking your hand in his own and squeezing reassuringly.

"It will be alright, love." He would tell you. You would simply glance at him shaking your head.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Soon enough you pulled up into the driveway of your childhood home. Your heart beat widely as you stepped out of the car, meeting Aaron on the other side.

"I'm sorry." He shot you a confused look.

"For what?" he had asked.

"Just apologizing in advance." And with that you rang the doorbell. You heard footsteps and the door was yanked open. Your mothers shrill voice rang through the air.

"Honey! They're here." She sent a smile Aaron's way, and glanced at you dissaprovingly. "Darling. What on earth are you wearing?" You looked down at your simple dress and rolled your eyes.

"Good to see you too mom." She shook her head.

"Of course of course. Good to see you as well. And you must be Aaron? We have heard nothing about you." You scoffed, quickly covering it with a cough, as Aaron responded.

"Yes, Aaron Hotchner ma'am. Its wonderful to meet you."he stuck out his hand for her to shake, but she just turned around and strutted away.

"Do come in, we wouldn't want dinner to get cold. You're already 20 minutes late." She scolded as she walked through the kitchen door.

"Mom, we are 5 minutes early." You stated simply. She laughed like you had said the most absurd thing in the world. You just rolled your eyes.

Aaron shot you a glance and you smiled softly at him.

You gathered around your table, hoping for a somewhat pleasant meal. You father walked in glancing at Aaron before doing a double take.

"Ah you must be Aaron." Your father held out his hand hesitantly. Hotch shook it respectfully introducing himself.

"Yes sir, Aaron Hotchner." He nodded politely.

You all sat around the table and began eating in silence. Small talk here and there but mostly silence, until your mother finally spoke up.

"So, you two met at work?"she asked, disdain present in her voice.

"Uh, yes we did. We work together at the BAU." You replied, catching your mothers eye roll but electing to ignore it.

"Yes, I'm the unit chief, and Y/n is one of our best agents." You couldn't stop him before he made his mistake. And you saw the realization flashed in your father's eyes.

"Unit chief? Like the boss?" He asked.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath. "Yes dad, like the boss." You said a bit louder.

"You're dating your boss!" Your mother exclaimed.

"Mom, its not that big of a deal, he isn't my direct boss, another agent is." You tried explaining.

"Ugh, this government talk us just too much at the dinner table." She sighs dramatically and you shut up, not wanted to start a fight so early in the night.

You all continued eating until your dad spoke again.

"So Aaron you must be significantly older than Y/n." Your father continued. Aaron nearly choked on his drink.

"Um, there is a small age difference yes. But we have never let it bother us." God this was painful.

"No but, why on earth would you bother with a young, disappointment like Y/n? I mean she's obviously gained some weight. She had a dishonorable job for a woman. She doesn't have a family, and jmis just now getting into a serious relationship. I mean seriously Aaron, you could do so much better than, her." You could not believe the audacity of this woman. Your mother effectively silenced the entire table. You felt tears gather in your eyes. As you tried to stop them from falling down your face, Aaron set his wine down calmly and stood up.

"Your daughter is very far from a disapointment." He stated matter of factly. "She is by far one of the Best people that I know. She is the love of my life. She is one of THE most prestigious agents in the FBI, and is apart of one of the best teams in the country. She is the most amazing partner in the world, and had become my favorite person. I dont know how you consider yourselves decent human beings when you can sit here and degrade your own daughter like this. And I feel sorry that you can't see how amazing she truly is." He was nearly breathless when he finished. You stood up beside him.

"Aaron's, right. You guys are the most indecent human bei-"

Anger had flashed in your fathers eyes as he stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table, effectively interrupting you.

"How dare you come into our house and speak such words towards us!?" He yelled at Aaron and you with a furociousness you hadn't seen since you joined the marines.

"Sit down and shut up!" Aaron yelled right back, furious that your father had just interrupted you.

You decided it was time to step in and leave.

"Me and my fiance will be leaving now. I hope you have wonderful lives. And the next time I hear from you it better be an apology otherwise you will never be meeting your grandchildren. And my my wouldn't that just be very indecent." You finished in a mocking tone, spinning around and walking away, Aaron hot on your heals.

You somehow held off your tears till you reached the car and pulled into your driveway and then you completely broke down.

Aaron held you the best he could over the console, trying his best to make you feel better

"Sshhh, sweetheart, its okay." He whispered into your hair. "That was so brave. I'm so proud of you." You smiled slowly pulling away from him.

"Thank you Aaron, for everything you said in there. I never would have had the courage to say anything to them if it wasn't for you. So thank you." He was about to protest, but you shut him up quickly by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

"I love you." He mumbled against your lips.

You just kissed him harder, getting your message across loud and clear. You pulled away, wiping away your tears.

"I think they liked you." You mumbled a few seconds later, causing him to burst into laughter.

"Especially when I told your dad to shut up." You giggled at his statement.

"Especially then." You continued laughing as you leaned in kissing him again.

Never had you been happier for having a man like Aaron Hotchner.

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[substantial-exposure]

Band-aids.

Flash Thompson X Alt! Reader

A/N: because there's 0 fucking Flash content, I made my own. Anyway, enjoy the Jock and Emo trope and the entire basketball scene being rewritten

Summary: Flash Thompson has a crush on the emo chick and her best friend, Peter Parker knows about it. And he isn’t happy about it. 

Warning: Bully Parker, mentions of blood, there’s a Pierce the Veil reference, jokes about unaliving, and mild swearing 

Staying after school wasn't something you and Peter did often. But for some reason today, Peter had begged you to stay after in the gym with him.

You were sitting in the first row of bleachers with your science textbook in your lap. You were doing your homework and talking as opposed to actually paying attention to anything going on around you. The basketball team was having their practice, as well as the cheerleaders on the other side of the gym. There were a few other students scattered throughout the bleachers.

 There was one girl you recognized as one of the art kids and their partner Missy Kallenback. Of course, you didn't really know either of them, not personally at least. But the pair was working on painting a banner for whatever upcoming school event.

You sat in the first row, having an in-depth discussion on molecular biology with Peter. He was more than happy to keep discussing it with you. However, Peter was the only one not sitting, he stood just out of bounds on the basketball court. He was fidgeting with his camera as he spoke to you. He was about to bring up another point on his thoughts. 

"Well I mean yeah but the basic principles of genome function is to-" Peters words were cut off when sound of the basketball game picked up.

The gym echoed with the sound and squeaks of sneakers and the basketball. As soon as a boy took the lay up and went to jump, Flash Thompson smacked the ball out of the way of the net.

"Rejected!" Flash yelled as the boy came crashing to the floor. Now, this boy was still Flash's team mate, and his friend, so he held us hand out to the guy off of the floor.

Unknowingly the basketball that he had hit rolled out passed the half court line. It rolled and traveled along the floor till it ended up hitting the bucket of paint Missy was using for her banner.

She watched as all her work had been ruined. She rose to her feet, clearly upset. "You did that on purpose Flash!" She yelled across the gym.

You and Peter both turned your heads and then looked at each other.

One of the players grabbed the ball off the floor that had now traveled across the gym. He bounced it against the floor and gave a chest pass to Flash. When the tall male caught it, it was audible.

"No?" Flash scoffed. He looked down at her. "I should of though" he said seriously. His face twisted into an expression of warning. The look itself already telling her not to try and speak up to him again. "Watch your back" he annunciated.

Peter looked in front of him to his best friend, you. You were already rolling your eyes.

"What a tool" you grumbled.

"Yeah tell me about it." Peter said return. He glanced over to Missy, who stood staring at her ruined canvas. With a heavy sigh Peter walked over, he picked up the bucket for her in acknowledgment. A sign that he felt bad.

The basketball team continued their practice up until Flash once again blocked a shot. Only this time he made sure it was heading straight for Missy.

Peter felt a shiver go down the base of his spine, his newly found spider-sense no doubt. His hand shot out and he grabbed the ball before it could even hit the girl. The speed it took to catch it and somehow grip with just his fingertips... it was impressive.

The gym had gone silent.

A few scattered cheers came from the bleachers.

"Give it up Parker" Flash said to him. His hands up to take the pass he waited for Peter to throw. The more time that passed the more impatient he grew. He nodded his head, encouraging Peter to throw it in the most belittling manner. Almost like he was encouraging a toddler.

Peter looked to the girl before him and then glanced to you sitting on the sidelines. You looked scared, well almost. By now you had shut your books and were watching intently. He knew you well enough to know that you were scared for what was going to come next.

Peter glanced at Flash and nodded his head. He opened his mouth but no words came out not at first, he babbled dumbly and finally spoke. "One sec" he choked out. Peter took off his camera, holding it by its strap. He walked it back to the bleachers. Flash followed along Peters movements, mirroring him as he walked. Peter now stood before you just as he did before.

You looked at Peter in fear, scared of what he was gonna do next. He handed his camera over to you. Peter watched as you carefully held onto it, your fingers clad in black fishnet, as you held it and put the strap over you head. A  mischievous grin tugged at his lips, you knew it well. You’d gotten your first detention because of that smile. 

Peter knew that Flash was looking at you. If he had to guess the other boys bold and confident expression faltered. Now nervous about his audience. The thing was, Peter was absolutely correct. It was perfect. Peter held the basketball in both hands and spun it around playfully.

He dribbled the ball on the gym floor, as he casually walked down to the half court line. As the ball hit the floor and came back up, Peter caught it in both hands. A grin now plastered over his face. "Why don't you take it from me"

The laugh that tore itself from Flash's chest was involuntary. His eyes flickered to the stands. You were here. You were watching. Flash had just beaten Peter Parker in a fight less than a week ago. And all Flash could think of was that he really didn't want to rock this kids shit in front of you.

The two boys met at the half court line. A boy from the team told Flash to hurry up and just take it already. Peter held out the ball. His voice quiet as he egged on the bully before him. "Go ahead, take it"

Flash went to reach for it. With a speed previously known to him, Peter guided the ball behind his back and switched it to his other hand. He held it just far enough for flash to ogle as scattered laughs filled the gymnasium.

The blonde looked down at Peter unamused. He reached for the ball again, only for the brunette boy to perform the same trick again and holding it up in the air. Flash reached for it again and Peter pushed him around, sending him facing the other way as he waved the ball in the others face.

Peter did finally throw that chest pass, only the ball hit Flash's backside and sent the ball right back into his own hands. Peter had the biggest grin on his face, watching as Flash turned to look at him absolutely pissed.

Then in another attempt just to fuck with him, Peter faked him out. He made it look like he was about to full force throw the ball at him, causing Flash to raise his arms in defense and flinch.

The laughter was a little less scattered, but you had a first row seat and you were enjoying yourself fully. But all good things must end, and you knew that if you didn't stop this soon it wouldn't end well. Eugene "Flash" Thompson would make your lives even more of a living hell.

"Pete come on" You said in a laugh. "You're embarrassing him" You said raising your fishnet clad hand up to gesture to the boy on the court. Flash Thompson had bullied you since seventh grade. And in the last year or so it's turned to full on harassment. That was how you interpreted it. You didn’t register it as him flirting.

Flash looked over to you in the front row. He felt his heart pound, this was mortifying. In every sense this was fucking mortifying. He did this on purpose, he knew that, but Parker deliberately brought you in here to do this. Flash had approached Peter one time to ask about you, ask about your interests. Anything he could do to learn about you, so he could win you over. Peter brought you here to fuck with him.

He kept his cool. He always did. Especially in front of you. He couldn't risk fucking this up any more than he already has.

In that moment, by the grace of your words, it looked like Peter Parker took pity. He held out the ball in his open hand. His gaze shifted down to the yellowed floors and said aloud. "Just take it.." Peter said casually.

Flash stared at him. Having clearly learned from this experience. He wasn't going to grab it. And of course Peter knew this, he sighed and raised his hand to cover his eyes. "Alright, how bout this?" He said opening up the space between his middle and ring finger. Cracking them open just enough so he could peak through. "Alright? How bout' that?" Peter said leaving his hand and the ball held out while he turned his head and the rest of his body in the other direction.

These spider powers were something else, because the second Flash tugged at that ball, Peter made sure to stick to it. It was unreal, the blonde wrapped both hands around the ball and it didn't budge. He pulled and yanked and it didn't do shit.

"Flash stop playing"

"Just take it from him man"

Flash stared Peter dead in the eyes. More confused than anything now, because what the fuck was even happening anymore?

Peters eyes met Flash's and then flickered to you in the stands. A coy smile graced Peters lips. His voice came out in a whisper. "Come on Flash. Take it. She's watching you man". He watched as the other males facial expression hardened. Peter couldn't help but smile, Flash was pissed. How could he not be? Peter was pulling out all the stops, no red tape, he was planning on ruining Flash.

Flash backed up down the court. Peter dribbled the ball against the floor. It echoed the entire room.

"Alright! Bring it Parker" Flash challenged. Almost as soon as the words left his mouth Peter charged towards him.

Gripping the ball close to his chest, the brunette ran at Flash and sent him crashing into the floor. He practically forced him down. But still in his momentum Peter jumped with ease, once again cheating due to his powers and dunked the ball into the hoop with such force he shattered the glass. He hung off the hoop for a moment as the sound of the glass and the screams of the cheerleaders filled the room.

They were practicing their tosses and dropped the girl in the air due to Peters actions scaring them all half to death. One of the girls stood and watched as Peter came crashing to the floor, the net and hoop still held in his hand.

Flash covered his face as the spray of glass fell and covered the gym floors. Peter stood under it, the shards and broken pieces layering onto his jacket and getting caught in his hair. 

You threw your book off your lap and stood up, you didn't worry about your feet or shoes being cut up by the glass. Due to your few extra inches off the ground. Your platform shoes stomped and crushed glass under your feet as you made it over to Peters hovered frame. Just as he dropped the net you grabbed onto his bicep and helped him up to his feet.

"You're fucking insane." You grumbled as you helped stand him up and helped him dust the glass off of him. Your eyes looked over to Flash who was being helped off the floor by one of his friends. You sighed and walked Peter to stand back by the bleachers.

As you went to grab your belongings the principal was already standing in the doorway waiting for Peter. "Parker. Why don't you come with me." The suit clad man said with his head down in disappointment.

Peter looked down and raised his eyes to look at you. Then he tried to speak. "I-" he stumbled over a few times and smacked his lips. "Um... I'll um, I'll see you later..." he said gently and walked out of the gym. There were still shards of glass falling off of him as he walked out.

You looked at the mess of the gym and let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. This was absolutely unreal. Letting out a breath of disbelief, you shook your head still trying to register the events that took place. You held onto Peters camera that you had wrapped around your neck.

You stood before the bleachers now still in utter shock. You grabbed your messenger bag and slung it over your shoulder. You were planning on going to the cafeteria to wait. That was up until you looked over to see Flash standing with his friends and trying to reassure them that he was okay.

You met eyes for a moment and then looked away. This time you took a deep breath and looked again. Flash was still looking at you. Your anxiety spiked. Oh god. He was gonna kill you wasn't he? He was gonna get back you for what Peter just did. He was gonna rock your shit for what you said before.

Only he didn't. Instead he looked back to his friends and continued their conversation.

You went to leave and that was when you saw the line of red going down the boys arm. He was bleeding. You should of walked away. But you couldn't help but feel guilty after watching Peter take things that far. The guilt sat in your chest for a moment. It grew heavier at the thought of leaving now. Your mother and Aunt May always ragged on about helping people especially when they were hurt. Even if it was someone who didn't deserve it, or someone who you didn't like. They still deserve to be taken care of.

Oh why did they have to give you morals?

You sighed and dug around through your backpack and pulled out a small black metal tin. It was covered in designs of planets and stars in all different colors. You gripped the box tight in your palm. You felt like you were going to throw up as your legs shook walking over there.

"Hey Flash" you greeted quietly. You watched as he turned from his friends to look down at you. Even in your boots, he was tall. And intimidating. You just watched him get ridiculed in front of the entire gym and yet you were still scared of him.

He nodded to his friends who seemed to get the message and disperse to the sidelines along with the rest of the team. "Hey." His tone was assertive and you'd heard it plenty of times.

"I saw your arm. I thought you might need this" you said raising up the tin in your hand and giving it a small shake. The contents clattered inside.

The males eyes narrowed as he tried to guess what was in it.

"If you wanna sit down I can do it for you?" You offered. You stood terrified waiting for his answer. You were scared now he'd take it the wrong way and think you was emasculating him.

Flash squinted in confusion and looked his arm over. He didn't see anything. Then he checked his other arm and he realized the long trail of blood that traveled down the skin. "Oh shit" he muttered in surprise.

He looked around the gym to the glass covered floor that was only now beginning to be cleaned and swept up.

Flash looked at you and the awkward smile that was spread across your face. He couldn't help but smile back faintly. Somehow, someway, he didn't fuck it up. He still had a chance. "Yeah... um yeah sure" he nodded. The boy tried to hide his smile as he walked over with you back to the bleachers. He sat down on the first row as you climbed up to the second. He was rather proud to admit that he consciously made the choice not to look at your ass even though you were wearing his favorite skirt. He cleared his throat as you opened the space themed tin. It was like a mini med pack. "Shit you got everything in there" he chuckled and watched you take out a small disinfecting wipe and a band-aid.

"I like to be prepared" you shrugged. Not wanting to mention your own clumsiness or Peter’s ability to wipe out skateboarding , you stayed quiet. A small smile curled at the corner of your lip. You ripped open the wipe and cleaned over the direct cut.

The alcohol stung sure, but what elicited the initial reaction was the cold. Flash jumped slightly. "Oh my god that's freezing" Flash muttered and let out a low chuckle. He looked at you while you were intently cleaning his wound.

"Yeah sorry, but I mean, you're all clean now? So?" You said raising both your hands and moving them as if to gesture a scale. "You win some you lose some" you said casually. You turned back to the metal tin and pulled out five different band-aids.

Flash stared at the five band-aids presented in front of him. "What are these?" He asked confused.

"Your options?" You said as if it was obvious. "I got a couple different themes going. Pick one. There's the Milky Way, there's hello kitty in there, Uhm I think that's the last planet, there's a monster, and there's a Scooby doo one" you said rather embarrassed at the last one.

Flash noticed a small pink dusting over your cheeks. Holy shit. He almost caught himself blushing right back. He looked at his options. How was he supposed to decide? "Geez... there's so many" he muttered intently gazing over them all. "Which one would you say?" He offered looking up at you.

You stared down at the five band-aids in your hands. You put one aside and put the rest away in the tin. You took the small Neosporin tube and unscrewed the lid.

He watched as you put the goo over his cut and opened the band-aid. A genuine chuckle left him as he looked at the picture on the band-aid. "The pink one?" He asked. His blue eyes flickered up to look into yours, waiting for your answer.

You answered as if it was obvious. "Yeah? Unless you want purple" you said going to grab the tin to switch them.

Flash looked up at you once more. He didn't mean to look as upset as he did. "No no, it's fine." He said shrugging it off. He played it off as if his heart didn't skip a beat as you locked eyes again.

"Okay...good" you said nodding slightly and grabbing the backing of the band-aid. You lined it up over the cut and pulled, effectively sticking the band-aid over the skin. "There" you muttered. "All better".

Flash turned his arm to look at the pink sticker now stuck to his arm. The baby pink Hello Kitty on display for the world. It took everything to hold in his smile.

"Actually... do you think I could steal another one?" Flash asked quietly. "I um... when I got up the glass got me pretty good" the boy said raising his right hand. The cut was rather deep and blood was starting to gather all around his fingertip. It looked even worse then his arm. You wondered why he didn't address that cut first or bring any notice to it at all.

Your eyes nearly popped out as you saw it. "Why?" You whispered, almost scared.

"Huh?"

"Why didn't you tell me about that one first?" Your small and quiet tone carried. You watched as he attempted to wipe off the blood on his sweatband around his other wrist. You looked at him in horror "Oh my god take it off" you said going back to your tin and taking out everything you'd need after you’d just put it away.

Flash looked at you, eyebrows raised. The smirk that covered his face was involuntary. He jokingly went to grab the back of his shirt, lifting it slightly. "You want me to take it off?" He asked, the skin of his stomach already showing.

"The tacky wristband, dipshit" you swore, grabbing another alcohol wipe and the Neosporin.

Flash dropped his grip on his basketball jersey and instead slid the sweatband off of his wrist. He still left the other one on and wrapped around his bicep. He looked over to you, you looked a little more agitated this time due to his antics. He hung his head slightly, tilting it to the side, his tone more gentle and apologetic. "I was just messing around". The nonchalance helped him play it off and you just looked at him unimpressed. But you still seemed happier now with the apology, so that worked in his favor. "And for the record I will take that purple one now." He said cooly.

His demeanor changed as the alcohol wipe hit the cut, this one burned a lot more than the last. "Fuck man! Give a guy a warning!" He swore watching as the alcohol pad turned red, as soon as it was off of the open cut he shook his hand in the open air, trying to reduce the sting. His brows furrowed and you let out a laugh. His heart skipped a beat at the sound alone.

He looked at your smiling face. A smile paired with all that dark makeup looked great on you.

"Alright, guy. Give it here." You chuckled patting your thigh lightly and he placed the back of his hand atop your skirt, his palm out towards you. You applied the ointment onto the wound and wrapped it in the lavender purple Kuromi band-aid.

Flash could of died a happy man right then. You were talking to him, laughing, and his hand was on your thigh. He could of croaked right then and there, and died peacefully. He pulled his hand back and studied the design. "Thanks." He said smiling.

"Yeah well, I got the band-aid station for a reason I guess" you said shrugging and putting away your things. You put together all the wrappers and trash and looked around for a garbage.

"I can toss that. I'll throw it in the locker room" Flash said casually holding his hand out.

You didn't answer audibly and dropped the trash in his hands. It was his blood after all. You looked at his bandaged hand and then to his face. That stern and yet blank expression. This man infuriated you to no end. He could be so nice and cool and then BAM he was back to being a prick. The way he wore that dumb look on his face. It made you aggravated. "Cool. Don't kill your self walking over there" you said gesturing to the sea of glass coating the floor.

"Nah if I was gonna do that I'd go to the Jersey bridge" Flash said looking up to you, waiting. God he hoped you got the reference. He'd looked into it just to impress you. Flash wasn't one for any emo music or screamo but he did start listening to a certain album just because he saw you wear the cover of it on shirt.

You narrowed your eyes, your brows knitting together with their sharp points. "Are you making fun of me?" You asked quietly shoving the tin back in your bag. You slung it over your shoulder.

"What? No. It's Pierce-"

"Yeah I know what it is." You said simply. You looked him up and down. "You confuse the shit out of me. You know that Flash?" You asked stepping down from the bleachers shaking your head.

"Eh I try" Flash said shrugging. "But serious... thanks" he said again as he walked backwards towards the locker room.

"Don't mention it" you said back and turned to leave the gymnasium. You thought over his words as you left. Flash Thompson made zero fucking sense. However you tried to keep it out of mind. You tried to focus more on the fact of everything your best friend had just done. You looked at your phone and sighed. Twenty more minutes till the buses came.

Flash was two steps from the locker room door, as his bandaged hand reached for the handle he turned to watch you leave. Just for the record this time his eyes did travel a little further south. It was still his favorite skirt for a reason.

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Its become a habit of me turning my oc fics into X readers so please forgive me if I missed any pronoun switches I'm so sorry 💀

[elsieys-blog]

"Oops, I dropped my wand"

Draco Malfoy x reader!

summary: during a boring class session, you dropped your wand. by the time you picked it up, you felt an airy touch and it escalated things.

contains: dirty talk, caressing erotically and maybe a bit spice ;)

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"Now let's move on to another discussion." Professor Flitwick announced, the rows and columns of students heaving an irritated sigh.

As you were one to sigh, you rolled your eyes and leaned back to the chair, unprepared for another boring and prolonged class.

Your book cover was open, yet the pages hadn't moved because you weren't being attentive at all. Your hand just fiddled with your wand, eyes fixated and unfocused into nothingness. Your other hand rested at your inner thigh, your fingertips grazing light and airy touches against your feverish skin.

Your seatmate—Draco—hadn't moved at all too besides his rapid breathing. You instantly noticed he was bored to and.. well, everyone are.

His gaze was far away from you, looking at a certain direction which you reckon to be a blonde girl. Maybe a little flirting wouldn't be that bad.

Flitwick's voice subsided as your focus went on to something else. You inched your chair closer to his, your feet gradually shifting from time to time until it slid past his polished shoes under the table.

He seemed to notice the sudden touch so his eyes dropped and looked down. His smirk etched your memory and when he glanced at you, you shortly made a fiery, platonic eye contact together.

Draco smiled to himself, moving his feet to push yours away. You did the same, only added more exertion to it. And so he retorted with a ridiculously hard push. You smiled and both of you did the whole act for approximately half the class.

From how out-of-focused you have been, your wand fell onto the floor, making a faint thud. Flitwick was quick enough to hear and spun his face, flashing you a skeptical look. "Bloody students..." he hissed.

A tinge of crimson lather your cheeks so you ducked out and grab the wand underneath the desk. As you were about to reach it, Draco's foot stepped on it, making you exhale.

"Draco!" You whisper-yell but you doubt he heard it. Your hand barely touched the end of your wand but he kicked it farther from your reach. "Goddamn it, this man."

You hear him smirk proudly. He lowered his head and whispered sarcastically. "What's gotten you stuck there, Y/n?"

"Get your fucking foot out of my way!" You whispered angrily back. You were still sitting on your chair but your head was extended down to the floor.

"Say please.." he unwaveringly mumbled. You can feel the strong weight of his gaze belittling you.

You grit your teeth from his sudden nastiness. "Fuck you,"

"That wasn't nice. Nor was it begging." Draco chuckled softly, his hand was now roaming up and down the small of your back. "I want to hear you say please.."

He was a chip on your shoulder yet... It sounded attractive.

You sucked in your stomach. "Please." You tried to be calm but your atrocious attitude came storming back. "Now give me my fucking wand."

His hand pushed you further down, then steering lower and lower, caressing your spine. "Watch your mouth, there. Play nicely, love."

"Flitwick might see us, you twat—"

Suddenly, his foot avoided your wand so now you can freely grab it. When you did so and leaned back to your chair, dusting off your skirt and placing the wand to the brink of the desk—just beside your textbook— like nothing happened, he scoffed and shook his head.

You rolled your eyes. "See? That wasn't hard was it?"

"Mhm. And it wasn't really hard fixing your attitude when you talk to me was it? But still you get to be a bitch. And that— that is just.. making me upset, darling." His knuckles went white as snow.

"Why does it matter to you if I act like this around you anyway? It's not like you own me—"

"Oh yeah, what a reminder. I don't own you, Y/n. But maybe that'll change tonight." His stare was unmoving but his hands suddenly flew to your inner thigh, gripping it.

Your eyes went like saucers. "Tonight? Draco, are you seriously this prideful?"

"Are you seriously this stubborn?" He now looked at you with a scowl. He spat, "I don't like the way you talk to me. And we better get it into good hands." He paused. "My hands."

"My mouth doesn't bow down to your feet, Draco—"

"Oh but your knees will." He said nonchalantly.

"I—" you faltered as your hands fumbled the hem of your robes. "This is stupid. What are we even talking about—"

"We're talking about how you'll learn good manners, Y/n. How your mouth ought to be careful and put to better use."

You began to get intrigued. "...That's all?" You snickered mischievously, teasing him.

"Oh god no. Do you want me to keep going?" His hand skimmed past your knees and massaged your thighs back and forth. Soon it went up to the base of your skirt.

"Well it seemed like you're so affected by my manners then... Yeah. What's next mhm?" You taunted.

He smirked again, or perhaps it was a devilish grin. "Your questions would be answered tonight if you're too curious. I'll gladly put on a demonstration for you."

Your eyes glinted with interest as you crossed your arms over to your chest. "And what would you demonstrate, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his tongue to the insides of his cheek. "Would you like to find out? Have I got a pretty girl's curiosity ruffled?"

"I guess my answer is pretty obvious."

"Right then. I'll show you how it's done to properly beg. And maybe—just maybe—we'll get that knees of yours down and your tongue sprawled out."

"Merlin. It's like you've planned this whole thing out."

"Oh because I did Y/n. I've always wanted your attention on me, and only me." He avowed and my god was it tantalizing.

"Well now you've got it. Better be fast because I don't like waiting..." You put on the same frisky look.

"Oh I'll be fast. But I'll make sure the things I would do to you will last longer than years that you'll be begging for it to go away. You know, I love it when people beg..."

He was no doubt provocative and forgive myself for this but he can prey on me anytime he'd like.

"I rarely beg." You confessed and tried to challenge him. His finger now brushed the fabric of your panties as you gasped. "But it would be nice if you beg for me."

Suddenly time stopped.

"Mr Malfoy and Ms Y/l/n! Would you like to share the whole class what your chitchatting about?"

Draco wasn't hesitant to rise form his feet and grabbed his satchel. "With all my respect, no sir. But if you're really inquisitive, then Y/n will answer it for you. Wouldn't you love?"

"What are you doing?" You whisper-yelled.

He ignored her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a demonstration to uphold for someone very... needy." He glanced at you erotically and winked.

You were befuddled and there was a convulsion between your legs.

Everyone's gaze was on the two of you but when Draco's shoulders slid past the doorframe, he smirked and gave you a final ogle. He mouthed, "eleven o'clock. My dorm."

When he left and the crowd fell dead silent, you strengthened your position and pursed your lip.

"Ms Y/n?" Flitwick's mad look didn't bother you but his tone did.

You sighed softly. "We're talking about sex."

[nightowlfandom]

CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

[xoxo-teddybear]

Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Cursing

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

Summary: It’s almost splits-ville for Bakugou and Y/N, but Bakugou’s not ready to let go.

“Hey....can we talk?”

Bakugou looked up from his seat on the couch and paused the TV to look towards Y/N. He took notice of her attire. Jacket and shoes on with her purse nearby.

The couple of 3 years had been on fighting ends for the past few months. It was always over little things and recently they had just gotten into their biggest fight over Bakugou’s jealousy. He had been wrongly suspicious of Y/N and her boss sleeping together and demanded she quit being a hero, claiming if she did he could take care of the both of them with his earnings. They fought it out with harsh words and plates being thrown across the kitchen, but eventually they made up. In the end, they were still cuddling in bed and giving each other kisses, and life was once again blissful. At least, to Bakugou. Y/N was in a different state of mind.

She had grown tired of the constant fighting. She missed her old Katsuki. The one who trusted her even with his insecurities and communicated. Now, he bottled everything up and constantly yelled. She felt like she was living in a war zone and she was losing, so she surrendered and made her decision. It was time for her to go.

“Sure babe. What’s up?” Bakugou said sitting up a little straight with a smile on his face. He felt nerves rising in his chest but he was hopeful it was nothing. He loved Y/N. Truly. Just seeing her or thinking about her gives him butterflies. He intends to marry this girl, but he can’t help his own problems. He’s been trying to deal with it himself but no progress has been made.

Y/N noticed the smile. It made her heart ache. It was the smile he always had on whenever he saw you, and it was also the smile that never stayed longer than a few minutes. After those minutes, his screaming would be introduced.

“Bakugou. Please don’t call me that right now,” Y/N said with shut eyes as she bit her lip and took a seat next to him. She didn’t sit close by like she usually did. She put some distance between them and when Bakugou tried to move in closer, she raised a hand to stop him.

“...Why can’t I call you ‘babe?’ And why the hell are you calling me ‘Bakugou?’” He seethed out. He was already pissed and it hadn’t even been 5 minutes. “Y/N! What’s going on?” He asked with concern. Y/N took a deep breath before she sighed and looked at him with sad eyes.

“I think we should break up.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide and his anger turned off. He did a complete turn as fear and an uneasy feeling entered his system as those words left your mouth. He looked at you for any signs of weakness.

‘Maybe this is a joke. There’s no way she’s serious. She has to be lying!’ Bakugou thought to himself as he continued to shake in his seat.

“W-What?” Was the first thing he could put out. “Heh...I-I...No, you’re..you’re kidding, right?”

“Bakugou..”

“Please don’t call me that, Princess. I-It’s Suki, Katsuki, Baby, please anything but that!”

“I’m sorry....” you said with your head down and hands in your lap.

Silence fell upon the room and you could hear Bakugou’s little whimpers of weakness from time to time. You saw in your peripheral vision that he was shaking and you noticed how his eyes glistened with tears.

“Why?” He asked with a whispering voice.

“It’s just...it’s not the same anymore Bakugou. All we do is fight and yell and yeah there’s some good times in between but the bad outweighs the good,” your tears began to fall because this hurts you just as much as him. “I don’t feel like the same person anymore, Katsuki! I used to be so happy and confident and ever since we’ve been fighting I’m always upset and I feel so weak and I’m always second guessing every move I make in fear of making you upset! ....I can’t live like this anymore.” You whispered the last part.

“Do you not love me anymore?” Bakugou asked with a shaky voice. Your head snapped as your jaw dropped in shock.

“I- I love you so much! Too much! I love you so much that I’ve been destroying myself just to stay with you!” You explained.

“So then why do you want to leave me?!” He screamed.

“I don’t want to but I have to!” You said as you stood, “This isn’t healthy anymore and I’m not as happy as I used to be and you’re not the same! You’re always mad now, you’re always yelling and I don’t want to feel like I’m in a war with my own boyfriend. It’s supposed to be me and you against the world, but recently its been feeling like me vs. you.” You said.

“Then I’ll change!” He began, “I’ll do better. Work’s been stressing me out and I’ll stay home more and spend more time with you! I-I’ll stop yelling and I’ll...I’ll be nicer and be better just please stay!” He stood as he spoke. You looked up to him with tears streaming down your face and you saw as his tears fell from his cheeks and went to the floor.

“Please Y/N! You can’t do this to me, I need you so much. I love you so much, I’m begging you not to go, PLEASE!” Bakugou knew this was so belittling of him, but he couldn’t care less about his ego. He couldn’t afford to lose you, the girl he courted for so long and spent years with.

“Bakugou-“

“Katsuki!” He corrected. “It’s Katsuki to you!”

“....I have to go,” you said and gathered your things as you stood up. Bakugou shook his head and repeatedly said “no” as he ran after you and held you by your waist from behind to keep you from going.

“Let me go, please Bakugou.”

“Please! Please Y/N look at me!” You bit your lip to hold in your sobs as you turned to face him. It was the least you could do after he dropped his guard and held no dignity for himself in the moment.

“I’ll let you walk out that door right now, and I’ll leave you alone for the time being ONLY if you promise me you’ll come back to me. Please! If you need a break, I can give that to you but please don’t leave me permanently!” He offered. “You don’t even have to go! I’ll go, and I’ll find my own apartment to stay in until you’re ready for me again but please PLEASE stay in my life......I need you,”

His tears fell as his eyes were blood red and he held back his choked up sobs. You sighed as you went in to hug him one last time. He took it as a sign of agreement and settled the slightest bit as his arms quickly wrapped around you. But this was going to be your last hug for awhile.

“I’m sorry Suki. I love you so much...but I can’t stay here anymore,” you said as you looked up to him and placed a hand on his cheek. “Maybe some time in the future if things change and become different, I’ll come back to you, but right now, I need to get away.”

“No Y/N, please-“

“We’ll be okay. This is what we both need. We have to get away from each other.” He cried even more at your words and you followed his actions. “These past 3 years with you have been amazing, Katsuki. And I feel so blessed to have known you for as long as I have, but I just need a break. Please give me that.”

Bakugou looked into your eyes as he came to a decision. One that would break him.

“I can’t.” He said and backed away from you shaking his head, “I can’t allow myself to willing let you leave me. I love you so much and I need you in my life Y/N. I’m always going to beg you to just please stay...but I can’t stand to see you like this.”

Bakugou showed a sad smile before he spoke.

“So I won’t ‘willing’ let you go....but I’m gonna turn around. I’ll turn around and hopefully a certain amazing, beautiful, powerful goddess won’t try to get away. But if that goddess ever decides she wants to come back, I’ll be waiting for her with open arms.” Bakugou said and then turned, showing you his backside. You gave a sad smile as you realized this was him giving you the chance and break you needed.

You quickly ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug from behind. You pecked his cheek and noticed his eyes were closed as tears fell.

“Bye Suki,” you whispered and walked out the door, leaving Katsuki alone with his back still turned and tears still falling like a flowing river.

“Bye Princess.”

[drcalmreid]

pretend - s.r.

pairing: spencer x female!reader

summary: angst/fluff - you and spencer are forced to go undercover together as a couple...weeks after you broke up

content warning: female unsub with female and male victims (tw: female unsub, female and male victims, drugging, murder, relationship issues/breakup, arguing) please feel free to let me know if I missed any others :)

word count: 2.7k

authors notes: “—” indicates a flashback; also this is my entry for @railmereid​’s 2.0k writing challenge! (congrats!!) I hope you all like it and good luck to anyone else who enters! xx

gif credit: @prettyboyspence​

YOUR POV

“You guys sure you’re okay with this?” Preteniss asks, while securing my microphone wire. I nod hesitantly, and give her a weak smile. She glances up at Reid who stands to my right, Rossi attaching his wire to his undershirt. Spencer smiles his classic tight-lipped grin and nods too. Four female victims have been found near Washington D.C., three of them being in relationships with wealthy men. All of the women’s boyfriends are also missing and have not been heard from since the women disappeared weeks before. All four of the victims were last seen at a local restaurant with their partners in the days prior. Rossi suggested Reid and I go undercover to see if we could find any new leads or even catch the unsub in the act. As partners, we have gone undercover a handful of times. As boyfriend-girlfriend, we were practically forced to go for any case that required it (Prentiss insisted it was only because we were the most natural ones to play a couple...but, I don’t buy it, I think the team liked the idea of forcing Reid out of his comfort zone). As exes, this would be a first…

“Alright,” Rossi pats Reid’s chest. “You guys look good, now let’s go get this son of a bitch”.

—

“Spencer, you’re being ridiculous.” I say dropping my go-bag on his leather couch. I turn on my heels and watch Spencer close his apartment door behind him.

“I’m ridiculous? y/n, you could have been shot!” Spencer says, grabbing his face.

“Yeah, Spencer. That's our job. You can’t expect me to not do my job because it makes you uncomfortable.”

Spencer laughs ironically and leaves his satchel on his desk, knocking over a stack of books in the process. He says nothing and disappears into his bedroom. “Spencer, c’mon,” I say following him towards the bedroom and he shuts the door before I even get there. “Spencer!” I yell, pounding my fist on the wooden door, but there’s no answer.

—

Spencer and I step out of the SUV into the cold Virginia night and instinctively I loop my arm with his. Spencer stiffens under my touch and I glance up at him through my lashes. He nods gently and I rest my head on his shoulder...just to sell it, even though I truly just missed his warmth. The cold wind bites at my legs exposed under my dress, I shudder against the cold and Spencer readjusts his arm and wraps my shoulders in his embrace. I blush and my heart begins to race. Our steps continue down the sidewalk, towards the restaurant in question.

Spencer places his free hand over my torso and muffles my wire, I glance up at him raising an eyebrow. “Do you think they know?” He whispers.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” I mumble back. “You didn’t want to, remember?”

Spencer coughs slightly and releases his grip on my microphone.

“Nice one Reid, next time you want to flirt with your girlfriend you don’t have to mute yourselves,” Prentiss chirps in our earpieces.

“Right, sorry,” Reid says, flustered.

“Baby, where are we going?” I ask and Spencer smiles. He used to love when I used this pet name for him, but now it hurts me too much to even think about.

“It’s a surprise.”

—

I wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and my back is pressed up against the wall. I had fallen asleep propped up against the wall next to the bedroom door, hoping Spencer would open it. Typically one of us ends up sleeping in the living room before giving in and crawling into bed with the other. Apologizes are mumbled between us and we fall asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats. Usually when we argue it’s like a tornado: fast, centered around one thing, and usually caused by one of us spinning out of control….but this fight, I could sense it would be more like an Earthquake: seemingly from nowhere, groundbreaking, and dividing the land that was once so stable.

“You’re up,” Spencer says standing in the entryway of the kitchen.

“Yeah,” I say while standing from the floor, cracking all my joints in the process.

“I made coffee.” Spencer says as if it is more of a comment than an offer.

“I smelt.”

“So we’re really gonna do this?” Spencer asks, even though we both know it’s not a question. He sits down at the kitchen table and rests his mug down. I follow him inside the small kitchen nook and lean against the counter.

“Looks like it.”

—

Spencer and I sit down across from one another at a circular table with a booth curving around one side. The restaurant is dimly lit, candles flickering on the tables, red silk table cloths covering the tables, and well-dressed waiters and waitresses attend to each of the guests. It reminds me of the restaurant that we went to for our first anniversary, and I know it reminds Spencer too. He keeps his eyes down, glued to the table and barely looks up at me as I try to make conversation.

“This restaurant is beautiful,” I say, flashing my best smile. “I’m glad I dressed up. You remember this dress? I haven’t worn it in forever.”

Spencer clears his throat and finally looks up, “of course I do, baby.” My heart practically jumps to my throat. “You wore it on our first date.”

“Yeah, I did” I look down at the simple, black lace dress I have on and play with the seam. Our waitress approaches the table just as Spencer is about to speak up again.

“Good evening, I’m Lydia and I will be your waitress tonight, can I get you started with our wine-”

“No,” Spencer cuts off the waitress in the middle of her rehearsed speech.

“Spence,” I shoot him a look across the table. I smile at the waitress, “We’ll both just have water, thank you.”

“Okay,” Prentiss speaks to both of us through our earpieces. “If we are right, the unsub should approach your table and try to initiate a fight between the two of you. Think you can manage that?”

“Oh, we can manage.” I say glancing up at Spencer, who’s already staring at me from the other end of the dining table.

—

“No, y/n you don’t get it, do you? God, you’re so stubborn. I can’t watch you get hurt! It will kill me, don’t you understand that?” Spencer yells, pacing around the small kitchen.

“Spencer,” I reach out for him, but he brushes past me. “Of course I get it…but it’s my job. I don’t know what you want me to do. You, of all people, know what this job requires. I can’t just not go on missions because my boyfriend doesn’t want me hurt. How do you think I feel when you go on cases without me?”

“That’s not the point,” Spencer yells, running his hands through his hair. “You went into the unsub’s house, alone-”

“You were there,” I suggest, leaning towards him.

“Outside y/n,” Spencer spits, his word laced with venom. “You were unharmed, unprotected, and out of reach! What if something happened?”

“Well,” I say rubbing the sides of my arms. “Nothing did.”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Spencer says sitting down again at the kitchen table. “I can’t, y/n.”

“What- what are you saying?”

“We can’t be together if all we do is worry about each other,” Spencer looks up from his empty mug to meet my eyeline. “It isn’t healthy.”

“So, you’re breaking up with me? This is really happening?” I ask, tears welling in my eyes.

“This isn’t healthy anymore, and you know it just as much as I do.” Spencer says, pain stinging more and more with each word.

I scoff at his words and actually feel myself begin to laugh at the obscurity of the situation. Dr. Spencer Reid, the only who willingly gives himself up to unsubs countless times, can’t handle it when his girlfriend does it once. A chuckle escapes me and I swing my hand across my mouth trying to muffle the sound. “Are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry, Spencer,” I say as the laughter intensifies. “But this is fucking ridiclous. I always thought if we ever broke up it’d be because one of us got murdered, not because we arrested one.”

—

“Excuse me,” a blonde woman interrupts, standing near our table. “Sorry to interrupt, I just love your tie. It really brings out your eyes.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smirks and glances at me. “She hates it, always thinks it makes me look like a stock broker.”

“Accountant,” I correct, taking a sip of my water.

“Sorry, an accountant,” Spencer says and smiles at the blonde.

“Seems like I brought up a sore subject, sorry- uh, have a nice night.”

“Morgan,” Prentiss whispers through our headsets. “Keep eyes on her.” Morgan and Tara sit just across the restaurant at the bar, with eyes on the entrance and exit points.

“She's sitting back down at the bar, I’ve got her.”

“We’re going to need more guys, we gotta get her moving,” Prentiss orders and I nod while setting my glass down.

“You know,” I say leaning forward, chest pressing to the table. “You only ever take me out when there’s something you need to talk to me about...so talk.”

“I- I just,” Spencer mumbles. “I know we haven’t talked much since,” he looks up at me and lets out a big sigh.

“What? Since you belittled me? Made me feel like I couldn’t do my job? Then?” I ask, running my fingers across the table, letting them rest just a few centimeters from his.

“y/n,” Spencer says, dragging out my name. He sits back in the booth and presses his back to the leather seat. “I never belittled you.”

“Sure felt like it,” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“You are so stubborn, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told,” I roll my eyes at him. My mind starts to wander back to the night that sunk our ship. The same points being repeated over and over, neither one of us backing down or admitting fault.

“I just wanted to protect you, I can’t see you get hurt.” Spencer says, his eyes glossed over and lip quivering.

“When you said you couldn’t do this anymore, was that to protect me, or you? Because based on what we’re doing tonight...seems like it didn’t work out for either of us.” I say standing up from the table.

“y/n-” Spencer starts.

“She’s on the move,” Morgan cuts into our earpieces.

“This was never about me was it? It was all just to protect you, and I fucking believed it.” I say, as the realization hits me. Tears sting my eyes and I choke the words out, “You never cared about losing me, all you cared about was how you would feel if you lost me.”

“y/n, please.” Spencer stands from the table and reaches for me. I shake my head at him and step back.

“Don’t touch me,” I say backing away from his touch, even though I want nothing more than to fall into it. I turn quickly and walk right into the blonde again. “Excuse me.”

The next moments run through my mind like a blur.

The blonde sat down with Spencer, ever so elegantly slipping a pill into his drink before Morgan and Tara were onto her, cuffs snuggly placed around her wrists. She didn’t resist, didn’t ask for a lawyer, she just smiled and asked if her ex-boyfriend would know she was arrested. Even though I tried my best to stop crying, my tears kept streaming down my face and neck. I gave up on wiping my cheeks, just letting the mascara stain my skin. The car ride with Reid, Morgan, Lewis, and myself is eerily quiet, no one wanting to say the first word… or address the sobbing undercover agent in the passenger seat.

“Good job you two, if you keep bringing in unsubs like this, we’re going to have to put you in the field more often. And that fight? Felt like you two we’re really in it,” Emily says and I flash her a quick smile. Spencer and I are at our respective desks, shoving case files into our suitcases in silence. We haven’t spoken since the restaurant and honestly I don’t know if I’m even ready to yet. “Anyway, have a nice night.” She smiles back at us while passing through the bullpen before heading out the doors.

“Thanks, Em. Goodnight,” I smile again as she exits, leaving just Spencer and I in the empty BAU office. I quietly grab my things and walk around my desk, heels in my hand, focused on the door.

“Y/n,” Spencer calls after me, just as I pass his desk, “please, wait.” I stop in my tracks, just a few feet away from his desk. I turn to face him and shrug my shoulders, indicating for him to keep talking. “I missed you.”

“Spencer,” I huff and set my bag and shoes down on JJ’s empty desk. “We’re always together. How could you miss me?”

“I meant, I missed us. Going out to dinner, laughing, just being us.” Spencer says, scratching the back of his neck. My lips curve into a weak smile and I nod. “Do you think we could pretend?” He weakly asks.

“Spence,” I half-heartedly laugh. “We just had a whole night of pretend…apparently an Oscar’s worthy night of pretend.”

“No no, I mean...do you think we could pretend that you don’t hate me?” He asks and his eyes are glazed over again. He blinks quickly to clear away his tears, but one escapes before he can hide it. “I never wanted things to end, I just- I was scared. I can’t lose you…” He says and I stand there silently, contemplating his words. “...and maybe that’s selfish...and I know that now, but I want to talk about this.”

I tug my lip between my teeth and take a deep breath. Silence settles between us for a few minutes as I keep my eyes to the ground, too nervous to look at Spencer.

“I could never hate you,” I finally say, stepping towards him. “Even if I forced all my attention to it and focused on everything that went wrong. I could never find it in myself to hate you.”

“You don’t hate me? You don’t hate me,” Spencer repeats almost like he’s solidifying it in his mind. He looks up at me through his curls as he sits down on the edge of his desk and collapses his head into his hands. I step even closer to him and place myself between his knees.

“Spencer, look at me.” I say and he blinks rapidly before glancing up to meet my eyeline. “I don’t hate you, the only thing I hate is how much I love you.” Spencer laughs lightly and a smile creeps across his face. “And for the record, I missed you too.”

Before I can say anything else, Spencer reaches forward and pulls me into his arms. His arms wrap around me tightly and hook together at my back. The shock wears off and I lower my hands to his head, pressing him to me. Luckily, he still sits on the edge of his desk, with me between his knees, otherwise I think we both would have collapsed into a puddle on the floor. I run my hands through his curls and I feel Spencer’s tears wet my dress. His grip only gets tighter and when I go to step back from him he mumbles a quick, “please”.

“Spence,” I whisper down at him. My fingers twisting in his chestnut curls, “we can’t stay here all night...we gotta go home.”

“I don't want to go home without you, I can’t- I-” He rambles, pulling away from my chest.

“So, don’t. Let’s go home.” I say and he smiles weakly up at me, I run my hand down from his hair and cup his cheeks. “You ready?”

He nods weakly and gives me a full-Spencer-smile, “let’s go home.”

—

OK YAY! I hope you guys liked this and it wasnt too confusing flashing back and forth, again congrats to @railmereid​ on 2.0k! :) xx

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stay safe and wear a mask! -m

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

endgame

request: Can I request a Spencer Reid imagine in which the reader is dating him and is part of BAU? Before they’re called in for the next case, they have a bit of a disagreement about letting her come along on this one. She ends up not going and while they’re gone, she gets caught up in a bit of trouble. She was close by when a building was struck with a bomb, she suffers with only minor injuries and when word gets out to Spencer, he goes back for her to make sure she’s okay and helps to take care of her

for: @fandomofyourchoice-89 

word count: 1,941                                                                                     reading time aprox: 8 mins

masterlist

My legs swung side to side on the chair that I sat on, my feet appearing and disappearing underneath the seat, while Spencer was creating a geographical profile on the board. His eyebrows furrowed and lines were etched on his forehead as he peered into the whiteboard intently.

“You okay there bubs?” I spoke out, taking him out of his trance. He responded with a small smile, running his hands through his hair as he sighed. Deep purple bags were evident under his eyes and his hair was tied up into a semi man bun. “That bad?” I empathize, stretching my arms out to offer him a consolation hug.

He dragged his feet towards me, accepting my warm invitation, before collapsing on top of me. “Oh! Geez- Spence- you’re so heavy” I groaned, the entirety of his weight suffocating me all at once. I looked to the office windows of the police station we were in, grateful that Spencer had closed all the blinds before we entered.

“You love me on top of you” He murmured into my neck, his lips slightly brushing against the skin, sending chills down my spine. I proceeded to smack him upside the head, earning a snicker from him.

“Spence please get off of me” I groaned, pushing my quaint arms against his chest. But to no avail, Spencer continued to lay his dead weight against me. I sighed in defeat, wrapping my arms around his head while I stroked the back of his neck with my thumb. Silence engulfed the two of us until I decided to speak up again. “Did you get anywhere?” I asked, running my fingers down his hairline.

He shook his head against my embrace, lifting his head up to look at me with tired eyes. “There’s just something- I feel it- but I just can’t place my mind on it” He grumbled, wearing an eminent frown on his lips.

“Well what is it?”

“This unsub- his victims right? They were found…” He trailed off, getting up to walk over to the board. “Here, here, and here” He pointed out, my eyes watching as he dragged his long fingers across the board. “But our profile doesn’t indicate that any of them would be his kill zones- or matter of a fact- none of them indicate any signs of his endgame” He sighed, placing his hands on his hips in frustration.

“Well Spence, I’m sure it’s noth-”

Suddenly Hotch barged into the room in a frenzy of impatience, the rest of the team following him at the same pace. “You’ve got to see this,” Garcia said frantically, placing her laptop on the table and furiously typed away.

I looked to Emily in confusion, but all I received was a shrug and a similar befuddled expression. I laid my eyes on the rest of the team, scanning their appearances, yet none of them seemed to budge. Finally, I paid attention to Garcia’s presentation of the unsub.

Something was obviously wrong, her fingers shook as she pointed to the board and she couldn’t keep a coherent sentence. “Garcia, it’s okay” I reassured her, giving her a small smile. But instead of receiving one back, her eyes became dull at the sight of me, quickly averting her attention elsewhere. I opened my mouth to add on, but decided against it as I gauged her reaction.

I was in my headspace, thinking about how Garcia responded to me until the mention of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. I whirled my head around, noticing all of my colleagues eyes on me. “What is it?” I laughed nervously, afraid that there might have been a target on my forehead.

My fears seemed to be actualized the second I turned around, my face morphing into mortification as I saw a candid picture of me with a big red ‘X’ across the page. My mouth fell agape while adrenaline ran its course throughout my body.

“Is that-?” I sputtered, looking to Spencer for confirmation, but he was too focused on the picture that he hadn’t taken his attention away from it. His fists were clenched, his chest heaved in an intermittent rhythm, and he hadn’t let a sound slip from his parted lips. “The unsub?” I looked to my colleagues, watching their facial features morph into pity.

Hotch nodded at me with hooded eyes, confirming my fears. My heart stopped and my body rejected the feeling of dismay that began festering inside me, shuddering at any malicious thought that permeated my mind. “We’ll be traveling to his most recent kill in hopes to apply the profile” He stated, looking to the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Garcia lamented with panicked eyes.

“It’s- uhh, I’m going to- I need a moment” I stuttered, tripping over my words as I got up and stepped out of the room.

It wasn’t the first time that an unsub had targeted me or any other member of the team, but this one was different; this unsub was the epitome of evil. The things he would do to the women he captured was far worse than death itself. He would violate these womens’ bodies and slice up their body cavities starting from their genitalia while they were alive.

When I first arrived on scene, my stomach churned at the mere thought of the event, refusing to go to the morgue with Morgan and Spencer. I felt violated just by the knowledge of such an evil being possible; now it’s an evil that could happen to me. It almost angered me that anyone could have such a putrid mind to think of such a thing, to carry on and blend into a crowd with bloodstained hands.

I paced back and forth, repeating a calming mantra in an attempt to ease my mind, yet nothing was nearly effective. I received a few wandering eyes from the officers that ran the station, but I pushed the judgement out of my head as it was too busy being engulfed in distress and acrimony.

The office door creaked open, indicating that someone had stepped out of the presentation room where I was previously in. I turned my head swiftly, my attention landing on the worried expression that Spencer wore as he approached me. My lips curled into a sad smile, hoping he would reciprocate my gesture to lighten up the mood, but to no avail his expression stayed stoic and grim.

“You’re not going on with us,” Spencer declared, an icy tone laced with his words. He made sure the door was closed behind him, whisper-yelling his command at me so we wouldn’t attract any unneeded attention.

“Spence- but I need t-”

“Please don’t argue with me Y/N” He sighed, combing his fingers through his locks, untying the man bun he wore previously.

“Spencer you see what this unsub is doing to all those women, I have t-”

“No you don’t Y/N- just please sit this one out” He pleaded, looking into my eyes for any sign of submission.

“Look Spence, I’m- god- I’m scared Spencer” I admitted, letting the truth wash over our encounter. “I can’t just stay here, I need to be out there doing something” I justified, hoping that he could understand and empathize with what I was feeling.

“Y/N you could do the same if you stayed here at the station- you can help Garcia and-”

“Spencer you have to understand-”

“No! Y/N” He impulsively blurted out, clutching the ends of his sleeves, which was usually an indication for his frustration. “You’re not going- I’ve already talked to Hotch and he said” He began to explain until I cut him off.

“YOU WHAT!” I exclaimed, but afterwards felt self conscious about the volume of my words. “You what?” I repeated in a calmer voice.

“Y/N I already talked to Hotch and he said that you’re off the case” He finished, belittling me like a parent would at their petulant child.

“So now you’re calling all the shots now, huh big guy” I scoffed, tucking my hands into my elbows. “You have absolutely no right to-”

“No right to what? To protect you? To keep you out of harm’s way?” Spencer combated, pulling me into a secluded corner that was farther away from the door and the crowd of workers in front of us.

“Not only are you commanding me not to go on the case, you had the audacity to tell Hotch to kick me off?” I spat at him, feeling every bit of fear I had previously dissipate and transform into enmity. “You’re unbelievable!” I exasperated, throwing my hands up and turning away from him. I was about to walk away to join the rest of the team, but I was forcefully pulled back by my wrist.

“Where are you going?” Spencer fumed as I yanked my arm out of his grasp.

“Away from you and to get myself back on the case” I jeered. I knew trifling with Spencer wasn’t the brightest idea, but messing with my career was a force to be reckoned with.

“Y/N can you not?” Spencer huffed, stepping in front of me to cut me off.

“Spencer I can take care of myself” I nudged past him, pushing him against his shoulder to make a few strides towards the room.

A heavy silence followed after the heated argument, the clacks that my shoes made against the stone floors enhanced the forceful steps I took. I felt every fiber of my being ignite in embers while I tried to recollect my composure. I peeked at Spencer through my peripheral vision, seeing his chest rise and fall in exasperation, the veins on his forehead bulging and prominent, and his hands being furiously wiped against the side of his pants.

Before I had the chance to turn the doorknob, Spencer had stopped me in my tracks with the sound of his voice. “Do you wanna end up like her?” He scoffed, gazing at me with a frustrated, yet desperate expression.

I titled my head in confusion of his words, almost ignoring him completely so I could proceed through the door.

“Do you wanna end up like Maeve?”

My blood ran cold at the mention of her name, feeling my heart clench for Spencer. I gripped the doorknob, hoping to alleviate the haunting feeling that washed over me. “That’s not fair Spencer” I warned, shutting my eyes, unable to face him.

“You know what’s not fair? You getting yourself hurt- or even worse- because you were too damn stubborn to listen to me-” He peeved. “I don’t know if you realize Y/N, but frankly I’m trying not to end up with another dead gir-”

“That’s not fair Spencer and you know it!” I repeated, meeting the coldness that was present in his usually warm eyes. I gritted my teeth, letting go of the doorknob as he slowly made his towards me.

“Then what’s fair Y/N?” He mocked, shrugging his shoulders in a petty manner.

“I’m going Spencer” I affirmed, standing my ground. His face seemed to harden at my words, the anger and spite in his expression growing into an irrational state. He glared at me, bumping into my shoulder as he brushed past me.

I wish that was what we left on; where he would storm back into the room with an exacerbated stature. But he decided to leave our encounter with a few words that were left to linger in the back of my mind.

“Come back dead for all I care”

part 2

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taglist: @rexorangecouny @howdycharlie @linthebinbag​

part 2 coming soon

also, i’m in my first year of university right now so most of my imagines will be two part-ers because of all the school work- if you’re curious im a biology major. thank you for bearing with me <3

[hanibalistic]

#AE5B75 | LEE DONGHYUCK.

genre | fluff

word count | 1602

warning | none​

note | two characters who dance with each other>>>>>>

you were surprised to see haechan at prom.

albeit, you only saw him when the party was done and over, and all that was left of the grand school hall were fallen balloons, a bunch of scattered confetti, and the abandoned moonlight cascading through the seeps of the red curtains. you were still intrigued to see him at the school prom, or at least the end of it.

"what are you doing here?" you called out to him who stood alone in the center of the stage, staring up at the painted prom banner lonesomely. when he turned around and saw you, you gestured toward the vacant room. "everyone already left. what are you still doing here, lee haechan?"

haechan furrowed his brows for a moment when you spoke his name, finding it alarming that he has no recollection of ever seeing you before. but just as he was about to accidentally humble himself and ask how you knew him, the memory of his past three successful comebacks flooded into his head.

right. he debuted in nct already so of course you knew him.

being trapped within the unfamiliar school walls and having supervised fun amongst the classmates he could barely name strangely made him forget he was a million-dollar selling worldwide idol.

"that's not a complicated question, lee haechan," you chimed in the thoughts inside his head and promptly stopped the train on its tracks.

slowly feeling his element come back to his body—he had somehow lost his usual self during the suffocating party, haechan relaxed his muscles and shifted his position to appear more lenient and suave rather than confused and shrunken. that was who he is, truly, after all.

charming, witty, confident, and famous—those were who he is.

"i can ask the same about you," he said as he placed his hands behind him and leaned his torso forward, a pointed smirk on his face. "the party is over, what are you doing here?"

you rolled your eyes at him. how great to see him regain his instincts! you liked it better when he appeared lost and, if you could admit, adorable. "i am here to clean up this mess. now you! what are you doing here?"

"just..." haechan hummed after he nodded at your answer, and he kept quiet for a while because he wasn't so sure why he stayed behind.

he could have left when everyone else was piling out those double doors, waiting to go home or to take after-prom pictures out in the schoolyard. his friends at the dorm were probably worried about him, his manager probably wanted him to head to practice for the upcoming dream comeback rather than attending a stupid prom party, and the group's driver probably fell asleep waiting for him outside in the van. all the odds went against him staying behind, but he did anyway, and he wasn't so sure why.

"you needed a breather?"

he met your gaze. you were staring at him with indifference, or even boredom, if he could ever hurt his ego enough to admit anyone is bored within his presence. it was a problem he rarely had to face, though. he was a very interesting, and attractive, boy! even if his antics and humor aren't appreciated, his face and voice usually are!

yet, somehow, you looked at him like he was just some commoner. the juxtaposition of your indifference toward his charms and calling him by his idol name irked him on—how do you feel about him? why should he care how you feel?

"oh god, the idol life really got you a little suffocated up here, huh?" you chuckled humorlessly as you twirled your index finger near your temple in a circular motion.

haechan pressed his lips together with inward frustration, one he was trained either not to show or only show it attractively. he was fading away, he could feel it. his confidence and egotism were leaving him the more you looked to him as a madman for never continuing the conversation.

but how could he not? you were hitting all the right spots! appearing at the right time, asking the right questions, and suggesting the right answers.

most importantly, you looked to him like a boy. a strange boy who stayed behind at the end of a high school prom party, a weird boy who couldn't answer a simple question, an awkward boy who furrowed his brows too much on the first encounter. you looked to him like he was just a normal boy; no sparks, no admiration, no love. just indifference and polite kindness.

haechan hasn't felt like a normal boy in a while. he needed that.

"you're being too tense, we need to let you breathe a little."

you dropped your phone in a solo cup you found near the edge of the wall before you put it on the stage. music played from the speaker and echoed through the plastic cup, spreading a catchy english song he has never heard before through the empty hall.

taking a few steps back, you placed your hands on your hips and nudged toward where he stood. you beckoned him down the stage after a brief moment, clearly inviting him to join your one-person party.

"come on, don't be shy!" you said, waving him down again. "i used to be bad at dancing too, but you get better as you get into it!"

the confusion that once riddled through him vanished the second you verbally assumed his inability to dance. he flashed you a visibly offended look—wrinkles appeared between his eyes, his brows once again pulled together, and his lips quirking upward into a false smile.

him? being bad at dancing—being shy about dancing? never! not once!

"excuse me but i am not bad at dancing!" he exclaimed defensively as he hopped down the stage.

you raised your brow in faint disbelief, and when he went ahead to prove his point by free-styling, you tilted your head and watched quietly. impressive musicality and non-recycled moves, a hint of swagger and the perfect expressions—haechan moved to the music as he would in the practice room. he moved flawlessly and routinely.

and that, he has yet to know, is not dancing.

"you're not dancing, lee haechan." you stopped him softly with a shake of your head. "you're performing, showing off. that's not dancing."

"i don't know what the hell you are talking about," he argued.

"there is literally nobody but me here!" you yelled as you threw your arms up. you were beginning to kick your feet and twirl to the beat of the music. "those idol dancing has got you so robotic, you forgot what dancing is really about!"

he hasn't forgotten. he never really knew in the first place what you claimed dancing was truly about, and therefore it warranted his disbelief and slight anger in you seemingly belittling his entire career. he was planning to stay stubborn about it for the rest of his life until you, suddenly and boldly, dove near him with a twirl and took his hands in yours.

"dance with me, haechan!" you said with a hearty giggle, possibly feeling joyous from seeing his widened eyes.

donghyuck followed your erratic movements, feeling shy and rather invasive at first but slowly easing into touching you after a while. he has one hand daintily at your waist and the other holding yours, and you two turned and stepped across the hall in a rhythm that occasionally went with the song and occasionally went against it. you stepped on him, multiple times, and he tripped over your feet, multiple times.

it was disastrous, dancing like this was like raising hell from heaven. but oh, oh lord, it felt like he was falling in love.

moving his hand above your head, bringing yours along with his, he spun you and watched you laugh when he pulled you close to him. you two stepped from side to side, jumped and skipped, spun in circles, and glided across the hall.

donghyuck only grinned at you with unnoticed affection pouring out of his eyes like a flood, and you would never see it dancing under the dim moonlight.

then he realized. he realized what dancing is all about.

it was never about being synchronized, or being flawless, or memorizing all your moves and executing them perfectly. it was about feeling free and being silly, it was about expressing the good and the bad inside you, it was about breathing through your limbs and letting the air take over your body.

"isn't this great?" you asked between pants. "this is dancing, haechan!"

donghyuck licked his lower lip and glanced down at yours for a brief moment. his heart grew spikes that threatened him, but your laughter told him it was okay. he could fall in love, he was allowed to fall in love, he could be in love like the movies—with dancing or with you.

he could fall in love. he could just breathe.

"donghyuck," he said once, and he squeezed your hand to keep you a little closer. "you can call me donghyuck."

stomping on the ground, spinning until your head drowns, and holding onto each other to share the joy through your veins. a new song played and donghyuck hummed along as he guided you across the dance hall, and that was all there is to this night. 

it was just about letting a stranger you met after midnight teach you how to dance, and realizing that dancing felt like falling in love with said stranger.

[grasshopperjay]

the cold wind of it all (18+)

pairing: jay halstead x reader

song: no questions asked - fleetwood mac

word count: 2.5k

summary: the reader is part of the intelligence unit, and jay doesn’t seem to like her very much. a heated conversation between the two leads to something unexpected, and then that leads to something even more unexpected.

warnings: swearing, angst, yelling, mentions of death, smut, unprotected sex, dom!jay

You don’t like Jay Halstead.

And Jay Halstead doesn’t like you.

At least you thought he didn’t.

“You didn’t play that the right way, you should have called it.” He stomps down into the locker room, getting in your face before you even have the chance to explain yourself.

“I did what I thought was right.” You say, slamming your locker door shut.

“We could have got something out of that guy if you’d have just ended it when you were supposed to, but now he’s dead.” 

“Yeah and what if I had called it then? I’d probably be dead, Kevin included. I’m pretty sure if everyone thought the same Voight would be down here with my badge, but he isn’t so drop it Jay.”

“No I’m not gonna drop it! I lost a CI!”

You’re so frustrated in the moment, and you have no verbal comebacks so you do the only thing you can think of, even though it’s totally offside. You’re doing it before you can even evaluate your actions, your hands landing solid on Jay’s chest with a half ass output of force to try and push him back. 

He looks back at you with wide eyes for a moment, and then responds with some force of his own. One hand latches onto your waist, pushing you back into the lockers, while the other grabs onto your chin, your eyes meeting for a split second before he’s kissing you. 

What the hell is happening?

It’s completely unexpected, and the shock of it all has you dead still in his hold. Jay tenses and pulls back, looking at you with a look that mirrors your own, utterly confused at what just happened. 

He backs away, hands held out at his side, and then he’s rushing out of the room.

The adrenaline pumping through you is making you to run, get out of there so you can stew over it, think it over and process, but you’re in the middle of a work day, a ruined work day because of Jay. How are you supposed to go up in the bull pen and act like everything is completely normal when he’s just gone and done that?

You take another five minutes to try and collect yourself before heading back up, tail between your legs. Jay doesn’t make eye contact, and you try not to either, barely paying attention to anything that Voight is saying until he’s barking out your name.

“Y/N,” Your head perks up, and Voight nods to the interrogation rooms, “You and Jay, head in. Try and get something out of him.”

Your stomach drops, and you can all but see the blood drain from your face. When you’re not out of you chair immediately, Voight furrows his brows at you. “Everything alright?” He asks, and you nod. “Then head in.”

You sigh and stand, following Jay in while he looks through the case file to avoid looking at you. You close the door behind you, and Jay starts. 

“Ben Compher,” He puts the file down on the table and you try to figure out how’s going on completely normal, like nothing happened. “How do you know him?” 

“I don’t.” The suspect shrugs.

You really shouldn’t be in here. Your head is not in this. And you don’t understand how Jay’s could be.

“Well we know you’re lying, cause Ben said he got the information about the deal from you. And now he’s dead because of it.”

Jay leans over the table and you should be focused on the suspect, or literally anything but what you’re actually focused on. Jay’s hands are spread on the table and all you can picture is how that same hand was holding your jaw earlier.

And what it could do to the rest of your body. 

You’re really not supposed to be thinking this way about one of your coworkers, especially not about Jay. Someone who has shown zero interest in you from day one, well until today that is.

He’s never had anything to say to you unless it’s been negative. Correcting you, or belittling you in front of the team like you’re a newbie cop. And now out of the blue he kisses you? It’s infuriating, and you should be mad, you should have slapped him, but instead you’re sitting here thinking about how his lips felt on yours, and how you wish he were bending you over that stupid table. 

And that's were you pull yourself out of the game. Turning and walking out of that interview room just as fast as you blew in. 

.....

You’re fresh out of the shower, in the kitchen making some tea in nothing but your underwear and a big t shirt. Ready to relax after the weirdest day, when it gets even weirder. 

There’s a hard knock at the door, and then your name is being called through the barrier. The voice all too familiar. 

You stalk to the door, already furious, opening it without even thinking twice about putting pants on. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You made the wrong call today and you know it,” He’s barging into your apartment, determined. 

“Are you kidding me, Jay? Are you seriously here to lecture me right now?” 

“I just want to hear you admit it, tell me. Say it.”

“Say what?” 

“That you messed up! And then you walked out of that interview, what is wrong with you?!” 

“What is wrong with me? How about what’s wrong with you? Jay you kissed me completely out of the blue today! So I’m sorry if I wasn’t fully invested in that interrogation!”

He completely ignores everything you’ve just said, instead yelling back, “Admit it!”

“Okay whatever, yeah, I did. But I’m not doing this with you. I don’t wanna talk about this stupid fucking case anymore.” You dismiss. You really need to get away from him, cause if he gets too close you’re not sure what you’re gonna do. Ever since that kiss your mind has been in the gutter, and you’re not sure you trust yourself around him.

He stares blankly at you, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it. You can tell he was expecting more of a fight, he wanted it, but he’s not gonna get it.

“I’m done, Jay.” You try to turn away, but he grabs onto your arm, and that’s all it takes. This time it’s you who makes the move, all but lunging at him, and he responds just as eagerly, kissing you with fever. 

Apparently he’s been thinking about all the same things as you today, cause there’s no questions asked. 

He boosts you onto the counter, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, turning your head so his lips can slide down to your neck, and your hands fumble to grab onto something.

Your finger tips graze under his shirt, and his breath hitches. He kisses you one more time before pulling back to tug his shirt over his head, and the sound that leaves your mouth when you lay eyes on his bare chest is just about pornographic. He smirks, but before he can open his mouth you’re pulling him down to you. “Shut up,” You mutter, hands gripping onto his biceps while you kiss him. 

His hands slide up the tops of your thighs pushing up the t shirt until he reaches the waist band of your panties. He tugs them down your legs and your nails dig into the skin on his back. 

He grunts, gripping back onto your thighs with firm hands. “Easy, Y/N.” 

“What?” You smile, rubbing back over the raised skin on his shoulders, “Can’t handle it?” 

He lets out a breathy laugh and then he shakes his head, “Nah I can handle it,” His hands fall down to your right behind your calves, tugging you forward until you’re slipping off the counter. “Question is, can you?” 

You bite your lip, trying to hide your not so subtle grin while you lean into Jay. Your hands wandering down his chest to fumble with his belt. “Mhm,”

He smiles and then shakes his head, grabbing onto your wrists to tug them away. “Not here,” He flicks his head behind you and you step backwards, beckoning him to follow you.

You lead him to your bedroom and there’s barely anytime for you to turn around before he’s pushing you onto the bed. You try to scramble up to the headboard, but he’s catching your ankle before you can do anything, pulling you back down with a grin. 

“You sure about this?” He asks, but he knows the answer. He wouldn’t be hovering over you like this if he weren’t. 

“I’m sure.” You confirm, sighing while he kisses your neck. 

Jay resurfaces, his lips finding yours fast. His hands are just as quick as last time, they slide all the way up your torso, taking your shirt with them. You lift your arms so he can throw it to the side.

Jay’s lips land back on your neck again, biting gently at the skin. You arch your back, breasts pressing into his chest trying to get as close as possible. Your movements distract him and he pulls back, eyes trained directly on your chest covered by a barely there bralette.

“Fuck,” He whispers, sitting back fully to admire. 

You whine at the lack of contact, becoming impatient with his wandering gaze. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He sighs, ducking back down to press kisses down your neck. When he drags his teeth across the swell of your breast, you release a breathy moan and he laughs, his hand slipping underneath your back to get at the clasp. You bend your knee and push up, arching make it easier for him, but your thigh makes contact with the prominent bulge in his pants and he groans against your skin.

He undoes the clasp quickly, and you shrug off the straps, tossing the material to the side. His mouth is occupied immediately, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before placing gentle kisses around the swell of your breast. He wanders downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. You wiggle as he rubs his thumbs over your hipbones, looking up at you devilishly from his position. He licks a trail up beneath your belly button, then blows cold air on it, raising goosebumps. His name leaves your mouth along with a string of whines and you start to become a little more impatient.

“Easy,” He whispers. He’s purposely going slow, trying to torture you. You moan, bucking your hips ever so slightly.

Finally, Jay drags a finger up your slit, a smirk crossing his face immediately. “So wet for me baby,”

“Jay,” His name leaves your lips much louder, and much whinier than you intended, making him stop in his tracks. He looks up at you, an annoyingly smug but handsome smile on his features.

“Needy.” He says teasingly, his finger barely applying pressure to your cunt.

“I’m gonna do it myself if you don’t hurry the fuck up, Jay,” Your hand moves down but Jay catches your wrist firmly, pinning it down to the couch.

“That’s no fun.” His voice drops an octave and you squirm on the bed. 

“Oh my god,” You breath out. He keeps his bright eyes trained on you as he leans down to lick a stripe up your slit. You moan at the contact, finally getting some relief. His tongue swirls around your clit, sending your hands straight into his hair. You run your hands through his locks, tugging on the strands. 

His hands reach under you, grabbing a hand full of ass all while pulling you closer to his mouth. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue not stopping for a second. 

You’re writhing underneath him, your hands gripping onto anything they can find, his hair, the couch, his shoulders. You’re a mess.

And then he slips a finger into you, curling it up while he sucks hard on your clit, queuing a high pitched cry from you. Your sounds bring back that damn smirk, you can feel it against your skin.

He pushes another finger into you, tongue flicking over your clit. Your breathing is long past fast, you’re trying to catch it now because he’s continuously knocking the wind right out of you. He’s doing absolutely everything right and in the back of your mind you’re wondering how he learnt to do all this, but your main focus is on the obvious, his face buried in your cunt.

His fingers curl up and swipe your g spot, opening up to stretch you out, receiving a strangled moan from your throat. “Jay, I’m so close,” You cry, “Don’t stop!” You hold his head in place, and buck your hips up to grind onto his mouth. You’re probably suffocating him, but you really can’t be bothered to stop, and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down, so you’re assuming he’s okay with it.

One last movement of his fingers throws you over the edge, and your body shakes as your orgasm rocks through you. Jay’s fingers slow as you work through the euphoria, his lips staying away from your oversensitive clit.

He places a chaste kiss on your stomach before moving up to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as it slides into your mouth and you moan against his lips, your hand wandering down to cover his bulge.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” He curses, mouthing at your neck. “I need to be inside of you,”

You receive a sideways smirk as he pops the button on his jeans and pushes them down, underwear quick to follow. He strokes his hard cock and you swear your mouth starts to water. If he’d let you, you’d be on your knees so fast for him.

He hovers over you again, lining up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around his waist, running your hands up and down his shoulders. With a low grunt he pushes into you, you moan and watch as Jay’s features tighten, his eyes squeezing shut above you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” The pace starts slow, he speeds up gradually igniting a second wind in you. 

“Don’t stop,” You beg, pulling his face down so you can connect your lips.

A sharp thrust grazes your g spot, and you quite literally wail out. Your arms are moving frantically along his back, grabbing and scratching anywhere, while you squirm underneath him. Amidst your moving your leg slips out from under his, and Jay’s weight drops further onto you. He grunts, and his cock slips out, you whine high pitched and he chuckles, “You’re desperate, huh?”

Punching him in the arm would normally cross your mind but right now you’re not in the mood to argue, so you just nod. “Please, don’t stop,” Jay’s hand slips underneath your leg to push your thigh to your chest while he pressures into you again. Your back arches of the couch and Jay curses, “Stay fucking still,” His free hand comes up to sit at the base of your throat and you moan out.

“You want it?” He asks, railing into you again.

You nod your head weakly with the constriction of his hand, and his fingers tighten around you.

“Say it,” He spits out, teeth clenched.

The words fall out of your mouth almost automatically, “I want it so bad,”

“Good girl,” He mumbles the words and let’s go of your leg, his hand slipping down to where you’re connected. The pad of his middle finger presses directly onto your clit and you jerk up. His grip on your neck gets tighter again as he works his hips up, sending his tip slamming into your g spot, which queues another scream and sudden movement.

“Jesus, I’m gonna need to tie you up next time, quit fucking moving.” He growls.

Your pussy clenches around him when he says that and a deep groan is pushed out his throat before he chuckles, “Mm, you like that idea don’t you?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you try and fail to bring your hips up to meet him. “You can do whatever you want,” The words slip out embarrassingly easy, and you turn your head so he can’t see the way your cheeks flush.

His head dips down so he can get his lips on your neck, letting out a breathy chuckle that you feel on your skin. “Oh baby I plan to,”

He bites the spot under your ear and you whine, your hands coming up to hold him against you.

He slides his finger up again to circle around your clit and you feel yourself getting higher and higher, unable to move under his weight. His every thrust radiating pleasure through your whole body while he keeps you pinned underneath him.

You turn your head, and whisper against his lips. He slides his tongue into your mouth, pinching your clit.

It’s sends you over the edge fast and hard, your vision going black for a moment while warmth spreads through your body. 

When you come to, Jay is wiping a warm towel over your stomach, grinning while you lift yourself onto your elbows. “Are you good?”

“I think so,” You say quietly, and then you’re blurting out probably what you’re both thinking, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know, but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” He grins, walking around the side of the bed until he’s beside you. He reaches a hand out to stroke your hair and you hold onto his arm. “Need anything?”

You shake your head, tugging on him while he slides back into the bed, pulling the covers up and over the both of you. 

“We should, uh, definitely do this again...” Jay says, tugging you into his chest. 

“Absolutely.” You nod, “I’ll argue with you any day if this is what’s gonna come of it,”

[justanotherlifeff]

Quirkless

Warning: NSFW, Toxic Relationships, Underaged Bakugou and Reader, Reader has Insecurities, Angst with a happy ending.

Bakugou Katsuki was destined to be a great hero. That was a fact that he always knew ever since his quirk appeared. Yes, it was his quirk that made him so great. So much better than everyone else. Ofcourse people without a quirk couldn't even be compared to him, people like Deku or you. Which is why, when both you and Deku aimed to study at UA, he was furious. Deku was the fortunate one as he went through just some bullying as what you went through was much, much worse.

It wasn't your fault that you fell in love with him despite the way he belittled you. However, you blamed yourself for acting on it. It was a stupid and innocent plan really. You were going to give him some chocolates anonymously on valentine's day during your final year at junior high. However, it was Bakugou you were trying to give a gift to and hence, he caught you red handed.

 Your confidence was already broken into pieces by your family and ofcourse, by Bakugou himself due to being quirkless and hence, when he decided to degrade you once again and offer you to be his personal fucktoy, you agreed. Atleast the boy you were in love with noticed you right? Atleast you were good enough to be his right?

This so called relationship you had broke you even more. Bakugou only made you feel more inferior and unworthy every day and convinced you to not go to UA. Even though you got into the Business course of UA, you decided against joining the prestigious school just to make him happy. Even then, as soon as he moved to the dorms, he ended up leaving you, telling you that you did not deserve him.

Bakugou Katsuki was destined to be a great hero. However, he couldn’t change the fact that he spent half his life acting like a villain. He realized it once he found out the truth about Deku, once he finally started seeing Deku as an equal. Unfortunately, it was too late. When he finally realized that he wronged you and decided that he owed you an apology, it seemed as if you disappeared in thin air.

Years went by and no matter how much Bakugou searched for you, he found no sign. All he ever found out was that your parents died in a car crash and they were sinking in debt, which is why you lost your home and everything overnight. He checked the nearby homeless shelters and found out that at that time, all the shelters were full and so, everyone who tried to get in were turned away. As a helpless quirkless kid, there was no way that you survived. However, by that time, Bakugou grew a newfound obsession over you and refused to believe that you might be dead.

The press always questioned why the number 2 hero remained single even if any girl would die to be with him. That question always went unanswered as Bakugou either chose to ignore the question or yelled at the reporters like there’s no tomorrow. The answer to this was that Bakugou had fallen in love with you over time. Whether it was due to guilt or not, he did not know. All he knew was the fact that he could not see himself living his life with anyone else.

Normally, Bakugou’s life was a boring one. He would patrol all day, fight villains, come back home to work out at the gym room he had at his own house, cook dinner and breakfast for the next day, have dinner and fall asleep alone in his king size bed. The bakusquad always thought that his lifestyle was downright sad, which is why, Kirishima had finally convinced him to go to a stripclub.

Bakugou was nothing short of irritated when he entered the club, where random half naked women were dancing on poles. He had absolutely no interest in such activities but Kirishima and Kaminari, especially Kaminari were annoying him for months and he wanted them to shut their mouths. However, that changed very fast as soon as he heard an announcer say, “Now, our quirkless darling will be up on the stage! Please welcome (Stage/name)!”

Ever since his obsession with finding you began, he found himself turning his head as soon as the word quirkless got mentioned. Ofcourse, it always gave him a surge of false hope as he never found you. However, this time, things were different as he saw you go up on the stage with a skimpy outfit on. He recognized you immediately, you didn’t look too different from when you were a teenager.  Sure, you were more mature and your skin was full of marks... wait... were you being abused?

Kirishima noticed Bakugou’s shocked expression and it didn’t take him long to figure out that you were the (Y/N) who Bakugou had been looking for since his UA days. Just to be sure, he asked, “Bakugou, is that (Y/N)?” and as he feared, Bakugou ended up muttering an “yes”. “She takes clients for further ‘service’ after she’s done with her show. Do you want to book her? You can talk to her that way.” Kirishima advised his best friend. To that, Bakugou only asked, “How do I do that?”

Bakugou could barely breathe as he waited infront of your room. After taking a deep breathe, he got in, only to find you naked. “I’m surprised you chose me, Dynamight-san. You don’t seem to like weak people right? Choosing a quirkless like me, is this some kind of fetish of yours?” you chuckled, the venom in your voice apparent. “(Y/N), I just wanna talk.” Bakugou answered, looking at your eyes. 

It surprised you honestly. You always saw pure anger and disgust in his eyes even when you were kids. It surprised you to see that the explosive hero could have guilt in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like you...” you muttered, confused by the entire scenario. 

“I searched for you for years. I heard about your parents. What happened to you?” he asked quietly, surprising you even more. “I-I tried going to a homeless shelter nearby but everywhere was full. I had some money that I saved up so I moved to the nearby city and got into a shelter there. I got some part time jobs to pay for high school at first but then I still had trouble with money cause they paid too less. That’s when I met a guy who got me in here and I’ve been working here since. You pro heroes are perverted enough to have sex with a high school girl so here I am, making money and getting by somehow.” you chuckled dryly.

“I’m sorry.” you heard Bakugou mutter, which surprised you even more. “huh?” you asked, confused. “I wish I could’ve saved you. I’m sorry, (Y/N). About everything. About saying all those God awful things to you. About not being there when you needed me. Fuck I wish I could take it all back.. I’m so sorry, (Y/N).. Please let me make it up to you.” he said in a raspy tone. It was hard for you to believe that THE Bakugou Katsuki was apologising to you.

“You weren’t wrong though. I did end up being a fucktoy for you people with quirks. There really is no other place for a quirkless loser like me...” you were stopped by Bakugou yelling, “Shut the fuck up (Y/N)! I’ll make sure you get a different job! Hell, you can be my assistant at my agency! Or Deku’s Agency! Just let me help damnit!”

“Why are you doing this after all these years?” you asked, tearing up. “Cause I was wrong. Cause you were more than just a fucktoy. Cause my dumbass took too long to realize that I love you. You don’t have to accept my feelings, (Y/N). Just let me give you a better life. I just wanna make up for my mistakes. You deserve so much better than this. Please (Y/N).” Bakugou muttered in a raspy tone. 

At this point, you were sobbing. Not knowing what to do, Bakugou hugged your naked form. You were so small and defenseless. Back in the day, the fact that he could crush you boosted his ego. Right now, he just wanted to protect you from all harm that could come at your way. “I need you, Bakugou-kun... Please...” you whimpered, as you pressed yourself to his chest, shivering slightly. “Call me Katsuki.” he muttered before kissing you.

Everything was different this time. This time, he kissed away your tears instead of causing them. He held you tightly instead of not letting you touch him. He kissed your marks instead of causing them. His kisses were so soft that it made you melt as he slid his hand down to your crotch, rubbing your clit, making you moan in pleasure. he trailed his kisses down your body eventually and as he reached between your thighs, he inserted a finger in you as his lips sucked onto your small bud, making you moan out loud. 

It was amazing how good he was with his mouth as he used his tongue to tongue fuck you as soon as you orgasmed due to his ministrations with your clit. His fingers went back to massaging your clit, making you gush into his mouth. 

That’s when he finally put his condom on and positioned himself on your hole. It was almost unbelievable to you that this was the same person from back in junior high as this time, he hugged you tightly, his body completely engulfing yours as he pounded into you. He was so much bigger now and the way he was kissing your neck and whispering how good you felt and how sorry he was to your ear, you couldn’t help but cum all over his cock. However, he kept overstimulating you, making you cum once again before blowing his load in you.

You expected him to leave right after. You expected all of it to be a lie. However, you were completely wrong.

Bakugou Katsuki was destined to be a great hero. However, the day he truly became one was when he kept his promise and gave you the life you always dreamed of. He became a great hero when he made sure you knew that you were worthy of him and more.

The ask box is open!

[dragon-of-dreams]

Puzzling

My Masterlist

Part 5 to Cracking a Code

1;  2;  3;  4

Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (fem)

Warnings: Swearing, gaslighting, stalking, aftermath of noncon, noncon touching, caregiving, but like by Steve, so not really, self-harm references (previous chapter, not premeditated), discussion of eating

Summary: Steve takes you home to “take care” of you.

A/n: I’m not super happy with this chapter… and maybe I’ll redo it sometime in the future, but I just wanted to give you an update. Sorry, that everything takes so long!

Word count: 2,300

The rest of the drive passed in a blur. Steve’s hand hardly left your thigh and you let him. You were so exhausted, you didn’t have the energy to fight him off anymore. You felt yourself retreating into your body, away from the reality of being groped in the fancy sports car of America’s bravest hero.

Steve helped you up the steps to your apartment. You’re entire body was shaking, leaving you on unsteady feet. If you didn’t know better you’d say you were coming down with a fever. But the reason for the shivers coursing through you was so much larger. Not something a few pills could fix. Steve gently led you into your home, almost as if he owned the place, deposited you on the couch, and covered you in a blanket. As he tucked you in, his hands respectful and his touch kind you surfaced for a brief second out of the hole of despair his comment in the car had put you in.

“There you are, angel.” Steve smiled as he noticed how your eyes started to focus a bit. “I’ll make you something to eat. I’ll be right back.” With that, he leaned in and placed the gentlest kiss on your forehead, before retreating to your kitchen. You watched him rummage around in the tiny space adjoining your living room. He looked at ease, at home, and oh so loving. Did yesterday really happen? you wondered. There they were again. Those thoughts you had to brandish all day yesterday as well. You started to stare off into the middle distance; once more slipping away from reality and the physical pain left in your body. You heard Steve tut slightly, the fridge door opening and closing, then the same sound from a bunch of your cabinet doors. Just as you wanted to call out to him, to ask if he needed help, a robotic response drilled into you by your mother, Steve appeared before you almost as if out of thin air. His gait as silent as any other predator’s.

“Darling,” he sounded concerned, “did you eat yet?”

You looked up at him, doe-eyed. “I.. uh… I must have. I have some overnight oats in the fridge, so if there are only three glasses in there, then yeah.” To be honest you couldn’t remember, nothing made sense.

“There’s four, darling… You really gotta eat breakfast! It’s important to keep your strength up, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… I usually do. I promise” Why do I not wanna make him sad? Why do I want him to be proud of me? You thought bewildered, as you looked into Steve’s worried eyes before all semblance of structured thought left you again to the tide of confusion washing over you and pulling you under.

“Ok, babe, I trust you. I’ll make some now, okay? You just sit tight.” All you could do was nod. It was like it was all happening to someone else. You weren’t really here. You were so far away and so present at the same time that it hurt.

As Steve left you your mind went to war with itself.

Steve wasn’t a good guy. He wasn’t the hero on those posters, was he? But he was making you breakfast, he tucked you in. He sent Bucky to check on you. No… No, he sent Bucky to make sure you didn’t go to the police. Right? Right.

You could feel your mind shut off, drawing you down with it. All that happened, Steve’s non-linear behavior pushing you over the edge. Nothing made sense.

You barely noticed as Steve fed you breakfast, bite by bite, all that registered somewhere deep within you was his calm, deep guiding voice: “One more bite, there you go, good girl” all his encouragement mushing together in your brain, a soothing sensation flowing through your pain-addled brain.

After breakfast, you could feel Steve manipulate your body, as he wrapped himself around you and put on your favorite movie. As you lay there engulfed in the arms of this giant man, accompanied by the sounds of the movie you had watched a million times, you slowly started to become aware of yourself again. The body heat was so soothing and Steve’s deep humming voice pushed the fear that had kept you paralyzed further and further away. Making way for a seething rage, fickle but growing. As you tensed and readjusted your limbs Steve leaned forwards and kissed your temple. “I knew you were still in there, angel. I made some tea. It should still be hot. I put it in a thermos. Let’s talk okay?” Steve carefully helped you sit, every touch his, stoking the anger burning through you. Then, oblivious to the shift in your mood, he got up to grab the tea and cups as you looked around as if you were seeing your place for the first time. It no longer held the feeling of safety that comes with any good home. All you could see was Steve controlling you, in the TV that was slightly turned, the smell of his cologne on your couch, the dirty pans in the sink.

When Steve came back, your head was much clearer and you carefully reached for your cup and made sure to keep your distance from Steve as subtly as you could. Whatever was to come, was going to be important.

“You know darling, you will have to be nicer to Bucky. He’s only trying to help when I can’t be there. New York is dangerous, always has been. No one knows that better than me and Buck. He texted me, saying you were really rude on the train this morning, and quite frankly, darling, I’m disappointed that I even have to say this, but you have to appreciate what we do for you, okay?” Steve’s voice is calm, collected, and rational. There is nothing but honest concern in it for a moment it disrupts the anger building within you. “It’s time to play nice with Bucky now, okay? Be nice to him, maybe even as nice as you have been for me, understand?”

It’s the last sentence that sets you off, Steve’s expectant gaze, belittling you, that makes you blow your lid.

“What? What are you talking about? Play nice? I wasn’t being nice to you! I don’t want your protection or your attention, or Bucky’s for that matter!” Your voice is rising, as you grip your cup of tea so tight its heat sears your palms. “Get out of my life!” you yell. Then like a bucket of cold water realization sets in. Every muscle in Steve’s body tightens, you see his body expand with the change, looming over you, blacking out the window. You expect Steve to yell, beat you up, but when you dare to look up at his face, it is almost passive, but there is danger burning beneath his façade.

“I understand this is difficult for you.” Steve’s voice turns harder with every word. You notice the missing pet name like a slap to your face. “But I am getting pretty tired of this conversation. You need to rain in that attitude of yours, okay? Because I won’t tolerate you being a spoiled brat who doesn’t see what’s best for them. I’m looking out for you here, taking care of you, something you apparently struggle with,” with that Steve gestures at the remnants of your breakfast, the one he had to make for you, “and all I expect in return is some gratitude, towards me and towards Bucky. This is not up for discussion. And if you can’t behave, you’ll have to deal with the consequences, young lady. Is that understood?” By the end of his speech, Steve has risen to his feet, towering over you, his voice booming to fill your apartment, while you cower into the sofa. Your breathing is shallow and you are petrified. It feels too much like last night. When you didn’t have a choice either. And everything he was saying was making sense. New York was dangerous. And you really were terrible at feeding yourself correctly… Those oat thingies were just the newest thing you were trying in your never-ending quest to live more healthily… Usually, your job took preference over clean living. And Bucky hadn’t done anything to you either. He’d just been there to watch out for you… Steve, well… Steve really had done that, but he also held you today, when your brain shut down and made you food. He could have just left you at work, where you surely would’ve gotten nothing done or even caused trouble if you fucked up your work…

Shakily you nod and watch some of the tension leave Steve’s body and he crouches down in front of you. “Good, I knew you were smart like that. Now we can either go have a bath and soothe your body or you can freak out again and then I swear I’ll make you bear the consequences of your behavior for real this time. So what’s it gonna be, princess?”

You stare at him for a second. How is he so rational? Why does this all make sense? Authority has always been your weakness, and so you just nod because what the Captain says goes, and you learned that the hard way, and let Steve lead you to the bathroom. Maybe you will get to lay in his arms again and hear him praise you. It felt so good when he held you on the couch. You were safe in his arms. All you want is to be back in his embrace. Where the harsh reality can’t hurt you. So you allow Steve to strip you down, as hot water pours into your tub.

Suddenly Steve’s grip on your hip tightens painfully, as yanks your jeans off of you. You look down, scared, and find him staring at the bruises you must have caused yourself in the shower this morning when you were trying to wash the night away. “What is this? Explain, now!” he seethes and turns his scorching gaze towards you.

“I, when I showered, I, I just wanted to get clean…” you stammer.

“Clean? Clean! You hurt yourself! Jeez! How dare you do something like that to yourself? I really can’t let you out of my sight for one second, can I? Gotta watch you like a little kid!”

You feel a pang in your heart. You weren’t trying to be bad! You want to tell Steve, but he just turns off the water, grabs your upper arm, and drags you from the bathroom into your bedroom. As you stumble after him, you try to figure out what is happening.

“Steve?” you plead as he sits down on the bed and puts you over his lap.

“No, darling, not anymore. I have been way too kind to you so far, but apparently, the nice approach doesn’t work with you. So discipline is what you get.” He thunders, and then his hand is hitting your bum with enough force to make you scream. It happened so fast that your head is spinning.

As you lie across his lap everything felt like it’s wrapped in cotton. So much skin-to-skin contact fries your over-worked and touch-starved brain into submission as Steve’s hand is raining down on your ass, painting it crimson. You burst into tears without any control over yourself. “Steve,” you sob, “Steve please, I didn’t mean to, I swear, Steve!” and just as those words leave your mouth, he stops, picks you up, and hugs you close. Your nerve endings sing at the close contact and you sag into him, all tension leaving your body. His hands draw soothing circles on your back as he holds you tight.

“I got you baby.” Steve whispers as he settles you on the bed, “I know that hurt, but I needed you to see, you know?”

You cry and nod, burrowing into his hulking form hovering over you.

“I’ll make it better baby, I’ll make it all good, now,” Steve murmurs, as he leans in to kiss your forehead, while his right hand comes down and starts to play with your clit. “Oh darling, look at you! You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Only then do you register the slick coating your thighs, embarrassed you want to turn from him, but Steve cages you in. “It’s okay babe, no reason to be shy about it. There is nothing wrong with wanting your man. Really, it just shows that you understand my discipline with you. I’m real proud of you, angel, real proud.” He mutters as he spreads your lips and slips two fingers in. You can’t help but moan and arch into him.

Steve is nothing but kind and soft with you as he readjusts both of your bodies until he sinks into your heat, and you both moan in unison. “There we go, darling. See how good I can be for you? There we go.” As he starts moving, slow and deep within you peace settles over you. “I’ll make you forget all that pain, babe, it’ll all be gone in just a minute now.” His fingers are rubbing circles around your clit while he keeps murmuring sweet encouragements into your ears as you climb and climb towards an orgasm that is so deep that it leaves you boneless in Steve’s arms until he finishes with a broken grunt deep inside of you. As Steve settles you in his arms after you can’t remember the last time you felt this sated, as you drift into a deep sleep with Steve’s spend slowly trickling out of you. For a split second, before you fall asleep the horror of what is happening to you is clear in your mind, but then, thankfully, once more your exhaustion pulls you under.