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[vettelsvee]

Hello! I hope this is the correct way to request..., can you write a lewis story for prompt 28? It can be something like, reader is a new wag and there is some online hate, and lewis comforts them. It's completely fine if you don't wanna do this story, Thank you!! 💞

DON'T LET THEM SAY THAT. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL | Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x Actress!Reader

SUMMARY: Lewis and you decided to make your relationship public in Maranello before 2025 Formula 1 season starts. However, love from fans isn't there as you expected ↳ REQUESTED: Part of VEE'S F1 PROMPTS LIST (VOL. I)! Feel free to request anything you want <3 Hope you liked it anon! 💖

WORD COUNT: 2043

WARNINGS: Age gap (reader is on her early 20s and Lewis is 40), fans acting like crazy, hate towards Y/N

VEE'S NOTES: I received this prompt on the inbox today and I don't know how I wrote, corrected, translated and corrected once again it today. Also, first ever Ferrari!Lewis fic I'm so emotional right now. Not really happy with the result since like Y/N in this fic, I have many intrusive thoughts about my writing and I didn't have the best of the weekends, but hope you enjoy it anyways! Remember that I appreciate your comments, feedback, as well as reblogs, thank you so much! :)

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

The whirlwind of emotions you’ve experienced since your relationship with Lewis Hamilton became public has been unimaginable... and that’s putting it lightly.  

Although you were somewhat used to the spotlight thanks to your rising career as an actress, flashes from cameras, crowds shouting for you to turn around so they could get a picture, and the occasional fan asking for a photo or autograph, the world of Formula 1 was completely new to you.  

You couldn’t deny that you were unhappy with how drastically your life had changed. The man who had just joined Scuderia Ferrari had become everything you had ever imagined in a partner. kind, undeniably caring, and, most importantly, empathetic enough to understand how overwhelming this sudden rise in fame was for you.  

Lewis had noticed how down you’d been ever since he decided to post those photos of you both in Maranello. You had both agreed to go together so he could test one of those legendary red cars for the first time, fully aware that people would inevitably start talking. That day, you decided to make your relationship public after keeping it a secret for about six months, agreeing that it was best to do so before the 2025 season began.  

Despite it all, despite how much you had started closing yourself off in the following weeks, Lewis remained by your side, making you feel like the most important person in the world. But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him, especially when all you did was act like everything was fine on the outside while you were slowly destroying yourself inside.  

The nightmare began with small comments on the photo Lewis had uploaded to Instagram, just you, posing timidly in front of the Ferrari while he held you around the waist, smiling like never before. At first, the comments didn’t seem like a big deal, with people just wanting to know more about your relationship or if it was serious. But soon, the messages started pouring in, insults and threats far worse than you had ever imagined, many of them coming from underage girls. Eventually, you had to disable comments on every single one of your photos, no matter how old they were.

However, what truly became a living nightmare for you were the Twitter threads and, especially, the accounts dedicated exclusively to Formula 1 wags. They were relentless, tearing you apart, analyzing your every move as if dating one of the 20 drivers on the grid was equivalent to committing first-degree murder.

“She’s just looking for fame now that her acting career is taking off.”

“She doesn’t deserve someone like Lewis.”

“She’s too young for him.”

“And let’s not even talk about how ugly she is… have you seen her?”

You sighed, throwing your phone onto the couch with such force that it ended up crashing onto the floor. But you didn’t even bother to check if it was broken. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t read any more comments, wouldn’t even open your Instagram account, yet you couldn’t resist. After all, you were human, and the weight of it all was becoming too much to bear, even more than you were willing to admit to Lewis, to whom you hadn’t fully opened up yet.

The hotel room in Tokyo, where you and Lewis had decided to stay for one of your last vacations before the season began, fell into complete silence. The only sound that filled the space was your muffled sobs.

“And who even is she? Nobody knows her.”

“Lewis deserves someone better, that’s for sure.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away.

You couldn’t understand it. It felt so unfair... Why were you being treated this way just for loving someone? Why did people throw venomous words at you without even knowing you, without even trying to? Did being a fan of Lewis automatically mean they had to hate you?

You tried to relax, to break free from the spiral of thoughts that only led you to overthink, but it was impossible. Once your mind started down that path, the only thing it knew how to do was tear you apart from the inside.

As you tried to steady your breathing and quickly wiped away your tears, a knock echoed at the door.

You pulled yourself together as fast as you could, forcing a smile while glancing at your reflection in the mirror. You swore to yourself that you’d do everything possible to pretend that everything was fine, that you were fine.

But the moment you opened the door and saw Lewis, drenched in sweat from his gym session and pulling out his earbuds, you immediately turned around and rushed into the nearest room, the bathroom, locking yourself inside to keep him from seeing you like this.

“Come on, Y/N...”

Lewis knew you too well by now. No matter how hard you tried to convince him otherwise, he could see right through you, he knew you were struggling, and struggling pretty badly.

He didn’t do anything at first. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid that whatever he said or did might only make things worse, might make you shut down even more. Instead, he rested his forehead against the closed door, feeling defeated, thinking of ways to make you feel worthy enough to stop torturing yourself over what strangers were saying online, people who knew nothing about your relationship and even less about you.

Eventually, you decided to come out. Lewis saw you, completely defeated, and he cursed himself for letting things get to this point. What had he done wrong to make you feel this way? God, you were just a girl in your early twenties who had recently made the leap to Hollywood stardom after moving to Los Angeles at sixteen, waiting tables in a run-down bar, and facing countless failed auditions until you finally landed the role that changed everything.

“Hey, love,” Lewis spoke as gently as possible, his eyes scanning your red-rimmed ones and your tangled hair. “What’s wrong?”

He knew exactly what was wrong, but he wanted you to be the one to speak, to let it all out.

You took a deep breath and pointed at your phone, still lying on the floor. A nervous knot tightened in your stomach, and your hands began to fidget anxiously. As if on cue, tears started streaming down your face once more.

“I just… I don’t understand why they have to be like this. What did I do to deserve this? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough for you?”

Lewis sighed. He had known from the beginning that not everyone would accept your relationship, but the amount of hate you were facing was beyond excessive. He was exhausted by the senseless comments and social media accounts created solely to spew hate at you. And even more, he was tired of becoming tabloid fodder, followed everywhere by paparazzi eager to capture any moment they could.

Seeing you like this hurt him in ways he couldn’t even describe, and it made him feel miserable.

“Hey, Y/N… look at me.”

Despite speaking to you firmly and holding your hand, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb to calm you down, you didn’t respond. Lewis then cupped your chin delicately, forcing you to look at him.

“I know I’ve told you this a thousand times, and I also know that with how stubborn you are, you probably won’t listen to me, but don’t let what they say about you bother you,” he wanted to say, but all he really cared about was you. “What matters is that I love you, okay?”

“But... why does it have to affect me? Why did I used to not care about anything, and now I care so much about the opinion of strangers?” you asked, hesitantly, biting your lip in an attempt to relax.

Lewis moved even closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. He hated seeing you like this, especially when before all of this started, you were a light in his life, and it was him who used to lean on you when race weekends got overwhelming.

“Because you’re human, babe,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding you tighter. “Even though we sometimes say the opposite, we all care about what others think of us, especially when all they want to do is bring us down.”

“But... what if they’re right? What if I’m not what you deserve?”

“Do I need to remind you again that they’re wrong?” Lewis said, pulling you slightly away so your gazes met. “You need to remember how much you mean to me, but more than that, you need to remember who you are and all that you’re worth. That’s all that matters.”

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you buried your face in his chest, once again crying quietly to avoid him seeing you like this.

“I’m ugly, Lew. Really ugly,” you confessed without lifting your head. “I don’t even know how you love me, or how you agreed to be with me after all those months we spent talking and hanging out as friends, or…”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t let them say that. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, and you’ve always been, alright? Anyone who says otherwise needs to get their eyes checked.”

You laughed, and Lewis felt that as a small victory.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. For the first time in a long while, you pushed aside the intrusive thoughts, the destructive comments you saw daily on social media, and allowed yourself the luxury of, for just a moment, trying to stop torturing yourself and accepting that there were things you couldn’t change.

Lewis’s words, while brief and somewhat familiar to you, brought a peace you hadn’t felt in days. You did your best to let the tension in your shoulders melt away, slowly separating from him and moving your arms bit by bit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Lew,” you whispered, once again wrapping your arms around his waist, wishing you could never let go of him.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Lewis chuckled, planting kisses on your forehead. “I’m never going to leave you, and I hope you’ll never leave me either.”

Neither of you said anything more. Your bodies remained close, exchanging shy kisses, making promises that everything would get better as you both talked about the changes you’d face in 2025. That was enough for you both to know things were going to be okay.

You both understood that the big, risky changes you were taking, especially your relationship, were going to be difficult, just like what was happening with you and the wave of hate you were receiving. But once you stopped giving it too much importance, or rather, no importance at all, no one would stop you as the newest couple in Formula 1.

“Hey, listen to me, please... I’ve been thinking about something.”

Lewis’s words caught your attention as you were starting to drift off to sleep in bed. You straightened up, your hand still intertwined with his.

“How about we take a walk, and you can get to know the city a bit?” he suggested. “You know… we could go eat out, hit up an arcade, or maybe…”

“Can you get me a stuffed animal from one of those weird claw machines?!” you interrupted him, excited, which made Lewis burst out laughing.

“Of course, I can get you a stuffed animal, or buy you all the ones you want.”

You smiled, and as Lewis went to the bathroom for a shower, you began to prepare for the day. That moment was exactly when you realized you needed to trust yourself more and, specially, just as Lewis valued you. Because if there was one thing you’d learned from him in the short time you’d been together, it was that, no matter what you did, you’d always be the envy of others, so you just needed to remind yourself that you didn’t need to feel worse for living the life you’d always dreamed of and, moreover, you worked hard to have.

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields-Chapter Ten: Home

summary: you and hyunjin have escaped the lab and all that's left is to live your lives together at peace.

pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

genre: sci fi au, romance au, fluff, smut-18+ MDNI

word count: 4.0k

warnings: lots of tears (but in a good way lol), unprotected sex (don't), creampies, multiple rounds, clit play

notes: this is it, the last chapter! thank you to all who have joined me on this journey for the last 10 weeks. i appreciate every reblog, comment and like from you guys♡. if you'd like to be apart of my general taglist now that the series is done, let me know! (age must be in bio to be added)

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series summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

please do not copy, translate, use, or modify, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

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Hyunjin drove through the night, his mind set on the destination of the safe house. The roads were quiet and empty, everyone in their homes sleeping. He could feel the adrenaline slowly dissipate and the reality of what just occurred ran through his mind.

You both were shot at and somehow missed a rain of bullets. What are the odds that would occur? Someone in the cosmos was looking out for you two that’s for sure. Or maybe you both were meant to be together, tied by fate that even the prospect of death couldn’t tear apart.

Hyunjin peaked over at you, curled up in the passenger seat, your eyes closed as you slumber. You feel asleep about an hour into the drive, but even then you fought the heavy pull on your eyes, wanting to watch the scenery as it passed by. He was able to convince you to sleep, that you’d be able to explore from now on. That seemed to placate you as you gave him a gentle smile and curled in within yourself as you closed your eyes.

You looked beautiful in the moonlight, the rays radiating down onto your sleeping face, highlighting the occasional flutter of your eyelashes as you dreamed. The steady rise and fall of your chest soothed him, so much so he had to remind himself he was driving and to focus on the road so as to not cause an accident.

Hyunjin looked at the clock, noticing he had another hour behind the wheel. He thought of his career and how it was basically nonexistent, as the lab would never take him back after this stunt…not that he wanted to work there anymore.

At one time or another, they had their priorities straight, wanting to expand relations with neighboring planets, but that has gone out the window and been replaced with policies and procedures that were dehumanizing and immoral.

He’d have to find something else to fill his time so he could care for you as he didn’t want you to lift a finger, unless you decided you wanted to of course. He’s happy his parents aren’t around to witness his bold escapade as his father would be thoroughly disappointed and his mother too who went along with whatever his father said and did.

Hyunjin does not regret his actions however, as it’s led to good and he’s met the love of his life. He wouldn’t trade the last year for anything in the world.

You began to stir, tossing and turning your head as you frowned, your lower lip trembling. Hyunjin gently placed a hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles to soothe you. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around confused as you took in your surroundings.

As you came to your senses, you looked down at Hyunjin’s hand and then at his face. You let out a breath and smiled. You remembered what happened now. You are free and now with Hyunjin on your way to his safe house.

“Hey,” Hyunjin said softly.

“Hi,” you responded equally as gently as you twittled your thumbs. “How much longer do we have?”

Hyunjin pondered your question as he looked at the clock, “less than an hour, we’ll be there in no time.”

You nodded and turned to look out the window, noticing the thick trees that lined the edge of the road. It seemed dark and ominous, and you tried not to think of the creatures that resided there. You wondered what the safe house looked like. Was it big, small, cozy?

You didn’t have to wonder for long as Hyunjin turned into a drive, the trees making way for a tiny cottage nestled to the forest, the trees looming high above the house. There was a little porch with a set of table and chairs but other than that it was empty.

Hyunjin parked and turned off the car and sat for a moment before turning to you.

“Here we are,” he said as he gave you a smile.

He got out of the car and made his way to your side, opening your door and helping you out. You thanked him and followed behind as he walked to the front door. He produced a small key from his pocket and placed it in the lock, turning his wrist until there was a click signaling the door was unlocked.

You both stepped into the home, darkness expanding in front of you, with a slither of moonlight filtering through a gap in the curtains. Hyunjin closed the door and locked it before flipping on the light. You blinked as your eyes adjusted, the light bright and blinding after being in the dark for so long.

Hyunjin walked further into the space, setting both of your bags down and disturbing a small of dust, the particles floating in the air before making their way back down to the ground.

“Sorry, I um…I haven’t been here in a minute,” Hyunjin sheepishly said.

You could tell he was nervous, his eyes searching your expression to see how you were taking your surroundings. The cottage truly was straight out of a fairy tale, the living room small and cozy, the couch packed with many pillows and throws. The kitchen wasn’t far behind, the appliances seeming forgotten and lonely after not being used for so long.

A charming fireplace was build into the wall and you imagined the warm, cozy fires that would burn, spreading warmth throughout the small space. There was a makeshift bedroom as well in the open concept of a house, the bed not too big, but a perfect size for you and Hyunjin to snuggle together.

“I love it,” you said with an encouraging smile.

Hyunjin chuckled as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m so glad,” he whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

Soft and sweet and gentle as ever, his lips moved against yours as he pulled you closer. You felt all of your fears and reservations fade away, the thought of evil experiments and people left behind to make way for loving moments with Hyunjin. You couldn’t believe you were here and safe, far from harms way and it is all thanks to your lover.

You let out a whimper and wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as need took over, your body aching for his soft caresses, gruff moans, and warm hands on your body. As if he could read your mind, or maybe he just needed you too, he pulled you closer and walked you back, slowly, step by step until your legs came in contact with the bed.

Hyunjin gently pushed you down, his lips glued to yours as he fumbled with your pants, shucking them down in a hurry. You could hear the sound of the zipper on his pants as he pulled it down and let out a grunt as he gripped his cock, ever hard and leaking just for you.

Hyunjin needed you, his body reacting instantly to your touch, the sounds you make, the way your body feels soft and warm beneath his finger tips. He’s hard, painfully so that when he feels the warmth from his hand he hisses at the sensitivity.

He needs you like he needs air to breathe, to feel your wet pussy engulfs him nice and snug, fitting perfectly in your little body as if you were made just for him. Because of this need, he pushes your panties to the side, feeling how wet they are from your arousal. It seems you need him just as bad.

You let out a loud moan as Hyunjin pushes in, invading your walls slowly until he reaches the hilt. He gives you no reprieve but instead begins to thrust within you, setting a fast pace, but angling his hips so he can reach deep and massage your walls just how you like it.

Your a mess, whimpering against his lips and tears falling down your face as he takes you, the pleasure so overwhelming that you don’t know what to think, what to do, so you just lay there, holding tight to the man you love while he makes love to you. You feel something wet fall onto your cheeks and realize Hyunjin is crying too, lost in the feeling of you warm walls that wrap around and hug his cock so deliciously, lost in you.

And as both of your highs build, you clutch tighter to each other, Hyunjin finding your hands and lacing his fingers with yours, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him ever closer to you, allowing his cock to hit even deeper. The coil builds, your breath heightens, and as he squeezes your hands, you let go, your release gushing out of you as he continues to thrust into you until he finds his release too.

Hyunjin lets out a moan, one that vibrates deep within his chest, his eyes closed tight, his lips pressed tightly to yours as his cum paints your walls, filling you up with his love. He gives you everything he has until there’s nothing left and then slowly withdraws, his eyes glued to your face as you sigh at the feel of him.

He slowly drags his eyes to your pussy, glistening with your slick, your clit puffy and red, accented with his cum seeping slowly out of your entrance. He grins satisfied before getting up to grab something to wipe you down with.

“All clean,” he cooed as he finished up and lifted you gently in his arms, cradling you to his chest as he pulled back the blankets and set you down between them.

You snuggled in and waited for him to get in with you, immediately scooting to him once he was settled. You let out a content sigh as you clutched onto Hyunjin, allowing yourself to be soothed as he drifted his fingertips up and down your spine until you succumbed to sleep, exhausted from the days events. — — The next day, you awoke refreshed, having not had a good sleep like this in a while. Your nose twitched at the smell of something baking, your lips twitching as your belly growled in hunger. Opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of Hyunjin pulling out a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

You sat up, stretched and got out of bed, padding over to where Hyunjin stood, icing the treats.

“Morning love,” he said as he finished up and grabbed a plate to plate one for you.

You took the yummy treat and sat down at the table, Hyunjin joining you soon after. Taking a bite, you closed your eyes and moaned, savoring the fluffy texture of the pastry and flavor of cinnamon as it melted on your tongue.

“I take it you like them?” Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you devour the treat.

You enthusiastically nodded your head and took another bite, quickly finishing off the treat in no time. Hyunjin cleared off the table and reached a hand out to you.

“I was thinking we could stay here for a few days, let things calm down. I have the most perfect spot for us to live in,” Hyunjin said as he guided you towards the back door, “but first how about a walk?”

A walk sounded perfect, but you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion. Your eyes traveled down your attire, taking in Hyunjin’s shirt that he slipped over your head at some point during the night and your bare legs, as you wore nothing underneath except your panties.

Hyunjin noticed your hesitation and blushed, his cheeks turning a deep red that made him look even cuter.

“Ahem, yes, you may need some pants.”

He walked over to your bags and rummaged around until he pulled out some pants, handing them to you. “Sorry, this was the smallest I had.”

You nodded and took the pants, slipping them onto your legs one by one. They weren’t too large, the waist being a little baggy yes, but otherwise fitting you okay. Hyunjin smiled and offered his hand once more, grasping your tiny hand in his and guided you to the backdoor.

Upon opening the door, a rush of fresh air hit your face, the scent of pine needles, hitting your nose. You closed your eyes briefly and inhaled the scent, reveling in how fresh the air seemed. You both walked outside, the warm sun beating down on your skin, causing you to smile.

You were reminded of the first time you experienced the sun, sitting down with Hyunjin back at the lab. However, nothing could compare to how it felt in real life, the beams heating up your skin, the rays shining down on the grass, the flowers. The birds were flying to and from, the trees fluttering as they took flight.

Hyunjin was slow in his pace, allowing you to take in your surroundings. He took you along the outskirts of the trees, your feet landing lightly over the plush grass, the feeling of the earth allowing you to feel even more connected to the occasion.

You felt at peace as Hyunjin softly hummed, his hand in yours the whole time. You really couldn’t believe you were here, free, away from all you have known and with the man who saved you from it all. You tried to banish all thoughts of your past, wanting to look ahead to your future with Hyunjin as it was just the two of you against the world. — — You stayed at the cottage for two days, trusting Hyunjin to get what he calls your forever home ready. He wouldn’t tell you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. All he would say is that he knew you would love it, the location perfect.

When he wasn’t out, he would spend time with you, taking you on walks, and allowing you to help him cook meals as you wanted to learn these little skills that seemed basic for living. You helped him tidy up the cottage as well, watching and then trying out what he taught you. You caught on quick as you were eager to learn, wanting to help out after all he has done for you.

At night Hyunjin would make a drink called hot chocolate and make a fire, the warmth filling in the whole house as the nights would get chilly. You loved the chocolatey drink, the rich but sweet flavor going down easy as you took sip after sip. Hyunjin would tell you stories of his childhood and how he began to work in the lab as you wanted to know more about him.

Your heart ached as you heard how strict his family was, his father never present due to his work and how his mother would ignore him, just going along with whatever her husband said. Despite his upbringing, it was curious how he wanted to work in the same place that took away the attention of his parents.

However, he went on to explain he thought he could make a difference for those who lived in the lab, learn more about your people and thoroughly help your peers assimilate into life here on earth. You watch as he weeps at what he thinks is failure, not feeling like he made a difference at all.

You become angry at his statement, reaching out to wipe his tears away before holding his head in your hands so he could look into your eyes.

“Don’t say that,” you chastised, holding his gaze as more tears developed in his eyes. “You did make a difference, you helped me learn so much, allowed me to feel like I actually mattered in what was a miserable life. You saved me. You gave me a chance. So don’t for a second think your time spent there was a waste.”

Hyunjin sat silently as he regarded your words, more tears escaping and sliding down his cheeks. He loves you so much. He loves your kind heart, your eagerness and willing to learn. He loves how you pick him up when he’s not at his best, even though it should be the opposite. Hyunjin feels his heart rate increase, as his face transitions to a look of love.

You are the reason he woke up each morning and went to work in that miserable place. The reason why he took such risks to get to this point. He doesn’t regret it all, knowing he would do it again and again.

“I love you,” he whispered as you continued to gently hold his face, your thumb brushing gently against his cheek.

“And I love you,” you responded, smiling gently as you leaned forward to kiss him, your lips melting into his.

Hyunjin groaned before pushing you down, making quick work of both of your clothes. He was inside you within seconds, rocking his hips into yours as you both let out breathy moans. There was nothing slow about his movements as he fucked you deep but fast, wanting to get you both to your highs as fast as possible.

He needed you, always needing you, his eyes roaming your face, your breasts, his eyes closing as you clenched around him. He leaned back, his focus glued to his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, your slick coating his length aiding in the glide. He slipped his finger to your clit, rubbing sloppy circles on the bud, his cock twitching as he listened to your whines as he pleasured you.

He increased the speed of his thrusts while pressing harder against your bundle of nerves, watching the expressions you made as your orgasm built, harder, faster until the band snapped and you arched your back, releasing all over him, moving your hips in tune with his strokes to ride out your high.

“Ahh…that’s it love, let go all over me,” Hyunjin breathed as he gave you a few more thrusts before sliding into the hilt and stilling, connecting his lips to yours as he released within you.

“Hyunjin!” You whimpered as you wiggled beneath him, the feel of his cum inside you so nice.

“Yes love?” Hyunjin cooed as he lazily rocked his hips into yours, riding out the last of his high.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, the tears slowly falling down your face.

“I love you so much,” he responded equally as affected, as he gently rested his body on top of yours.

— — The day finally came when Hyunjin said it’s time to go, to go to the forever home that he picked out for you two. He packed up the little belongings you both had and loaded them into the car. You followed behind him, grinning at the enthusiasm that was leaking out of him.

“Come on love!” He shouted as he opened the passenger door, beckoning you forward.

You slid in and he shut the door and round the car. Once you both were settled, he drove away, the cottage getting smaller in the back window. You’d miss the little hideaway, how secluded it was and relaxing. You’re sure Hyunjin would take you back here one day if you asked.

Your eyes were glued out of the window as the scenery slowly changed from thick, dense forest to more sparse trees littering the side of the road. The forest turned into the country side, white picket fences littering both sides of the road with various farm animals behind them.

You were curious as to where you were going, where he decided for you two to settle, but your answer was soon answered as a little house came into view. It was painted in white, with little brown doors and windows and a large wrap around porch perfect for spending many a mornings.

Hyunjin pulled off into the drive, the car making its way over the gravel road. As he pulled up to the front of the house, he stopped the car and got out, quickly walking to your side and opening the door.

“Welcome home,” Hyunjin murmured as he helped you to the house.

You loved it. Loved how open it was, nature all around, the fresh air that you breathed into your lungs with each breath.

As you walked into the house, you were taken away by its beauty and simplicity, soft hues of beige and baby blue outfitting the rooms. The windows were open, the curtains blowing in the wind as fresh air filtered the space.

“It’s perfect!” You gushed as you walked around the home, peering into the simple bedroom, the kitchen, and even the little office space Hyunjin had put in.

You gasped as you took in the built in bookshelves, with hundreds of books placed neatly on the shelves, waiting to be picked up and opened to take you to another world. You were smiling from ear to ear as you rushed over to run your fingertips over the spines, taking in various titles that were sure to be interesting.

“Just a little something for you love. But there’s one more surprise.”

You turned to look at Hyunjin in curiosity. “A surprise?”

“Mmhmm,” he said as he reached out for your hand. “Close your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered shut and you found yourself being guided carefully throughout the house until you must have reached the door. You could hear the door click and a brush of air hit your face. Hyunjin continued to guide you outdoors, making sure to let you know when to carefully step down, or what was ahead in general.

Finally, you stopped moving, and Hyunjin positioned you slightly.

“Okay love, open your eyes.”

Your eyes snapped open and you squinted briefly as they adjusted to the bright light, but as you took in what was in front of you, you let out a gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth in shock.

Rows and rows of beautiful purple flowers swayed in the wind, the soft scent it let off was comforting. You felt your eyes tear up at the gesture, realizing why Hyunjin thought this house was perfect for you. You stared out at the lavender, mesmerized as they gently moved to and fro under the warm sunlight.

“I told you I’d take you one day to see them, and what better way then to have a lavender field in your backyard,” Hyunjin said as he squeezed your hand in his.

You were speechless, not sure what to say or do as you gazed at the flowers that you spent so many hours painting and dreaming of. The flowers that offered you a moment of peace and serenity in your unfair life that you lived since you could remember. The moment was even better though because Hyunjin is by your side, experiencing this beautiful moment with you.

“Hyun, I love it!” You cried as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close to your body. “Thank you so much for this,” you whispered as you buried your face in his chest.

You couldn’t believe the turn of events, how you went from being a lab experiment, just another number in the system, taken from your home planet to loved and cared for by the love of your life. You were free and that was a word you could never think or say enough.

You let go of Hyunjin, grasped his hand in yours once more, and turned to face the field of lavender. Yes, this was perfect, your life was good.

You were free.

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divider by @cafekitsune

[newkatzkafe2023]

Hello! It's me again! I'm sorry so Abt the request I asked last time, I felt so embarrassed agjajamkan 😓

Btw I've been thinking abt this silly and wholesome idea for the monkeys.

This idea was abt Aftercare after they did the boombayah with the reader or y/n (I actually felt embarrassed typing this lol) basically, how will they take care of each other after they did the dirty dirty. That's all! Btw, if you actually noticed it, I just wanna say thank you!!

:333

I love wholesome marriage Moments 🥰

(Lmk Wukong) For him the morning after was just as good as the night before. The next morning will be full of relaxation, soft lo-fi music, morning tea and snack and his favorite peach body cream. You would rub his poor sore muscles with that and he would be on cloud 9, and what he does for you he uses this message want he got from Mk and used it your bad back. You both take care of each other in a mutual sense.

(HIB Wukong) Morning cuddles are always fantastic together, you don't always have lazy mornings like these so you always make the most of it. You would snuggle into his chest with love and comfort, especially when you use your special lotion for your baby making nights🤤 you love when he gets like this because that's means he can relax after that adrenaline session. Meanwhile he would give you a heated towel and some tea to rest your muscles.

(NR Wukong) My My My did you both have a wild wonderful romantic night, which lasted till dawn. That's when Wukong would drag out a cigarette completely satisfied, meanwhile you would have tea and biscuits as you both chat. Wukong also loves to put on some romantic music or watching an action romance movie, though the only thing you love the most is having him there with you.

(MKR Wukong) A early morning trip to the hot springs baby, their' nothing like it after the night you had together. You and Wukong would spend the early morning kissing each other as you both lounge in the hot springs water, with breakfast in the rose water scented hot springs.

(Netflix Wukong) Pillow talk is key when it comes to him. He gets very clingy after an intense mating session, so cuddles are a must. You both would softly speak about random topics from battle strategies to talking about your friends or life. Wukong really starts to open up about himself after a big bang like that, even finds himself talking about you even when you're the one he's speaking too.

(BMW Wukong) Maaaaaaaaaan you would both be out like lights after your done with each other. Wukong would go for hours until the next day if you allow him too, especially when he's feeling particularly jealous. You and Wukong would have a wild night of adrenaline and alcohol, and the next thing you knew your in bed with him. Wukong would often mumble when he's exhausted. So you both spend the morning napping and cuddling together.

(Destined one) ROSE WATER BATHES FOR THE WIN!!! it's not often the Destined one would rock your world like that but when he's in the mood, you best Brace yourself. Though when he does come back from his high well that's when you join each other for tea and snacks and rose water baths. Where you both can enjoy each other's company, and enjoy the early morning.

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[milessunflowers]

Hi! I really love your work a lot! I wanted to request lestappen x autistic male reader who is a race engineer. But used to drive carts and a team is short a test driver so y/n is forced to test the car and crashes and gets a sensory overload and Lestappen is right there to comfort him?

yes! i can absolutely do this!

max verstappen x autistic!male!reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: you only drove an f1 car a handful times, and even then it was too much for you. crashing is ten times worse

author's note: this is basically based on how i am when i get a sensory overload so i apologize if it isn't how you pictured it or how any of you handle it. this is just based off my experience. as always, feel free to keep requesting!

you usually only worked as an aston martin race engineer for fernando

sometimes you would be a test/reserve driver but that was really rare

in reality, it was way too much for you to drive the car without panicking

luckily for you, you didn't have to swap places with one of the drivers all that often

plus you had amazing boyfriends that supported you and knew exactly how to help you when it came to overstimulation or overwhelming situations

which also included the high intensity that came with testing out an f1 car

so, when aston martin was short one test driver, they looked to you

you don't even know how you ended up in the car

but you did

you were used to being outside, helping to lead fernando and keeping him updated

now there was someone talking in your ear on top of the very overwhelming sound of the engine and the fast speeds

it was a lot for you

you could feel it happening before you even spun out

you were starting to panic which never eneded up good

you tried to think back to what your therapist had helped you learn and how charles and max help you but nothing was coming

it was all getting to the point where you jerked the wheel and hit a wall

you came out fine, just with some minor bruises

but you were so overwhelmed that you had to immediately find your boyfriends

even that proved to be difficult

so you sat in your garage, trying hard not to breakdown

no one could come near you without scaring you or making it worse

not until someone found max, who then brought charles

once they were in to come calm you down, you basically jumped onto them

they had brought your comfort item (toy, stuffed animal, etc.)

which you immediately grabbed to help calm yourself down

they were saying sweet little comments that help to calm you down always

it took a while to soothe you but they were there for you through it all

they hugged you when it was okay to touch you again

they rubbed your back in case you didn't want to be hugged

they made sure you weren't in a load or busy environment

and they let you take you time when you wanted to or could talk again

they just wanted to make sure you were okay

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[ihearthayden]

Holo-hookup

— Anakin Skywalker

— Pairing: Master!Anakin x Padawan!Reader

— Word count: 3.2k

— Summary: You and Anakin are in a secret relationship, since it’s against the Jedi code. You couldn’t go on a mission today with your Master and his team, because you have a fever. He decides to call you during a break, just for a quick check up���but the conversation will last longer than he expected.

— CW: smut | 18+ | minors DNI | phone/hologram sex | masturbation (f and m) | incorrect use of lightsaber/lightsaber play | degradation kink | dom!anakin | female!reader | age gap (not too big) | focuses on dirty talk | forbidden relationship

— Notes:

1. I need to mention that it’s written in first person, since i tought that this way it’s easier to imagine yourself there. (I hope you are not mad, because it’s rare lmao)

2. My inspo for this fic came from SW: The Clone Wars S7E2 “ A Distant Echo “ cuz i saw a tt comment talking about how it’s a referred sex joke lol

3. The aesthetic of this post doesn’t match with my page’s one, but i tought that it would fit this story

4. Ani’s vocab is always changing from polite to vulgar, because i tried to make him feel as canon as possible. From my point of view, Anakin would be very respectful in a relationship and talk softly, but during freaky time…it’s the opposite

5. The beginning turned out kinda slow, sorry:(

— a/n: Hey guys! This is my first post/fic so i’m pretty nervous, but i hope you will like it, hehe. Feel free to reblog or send me your opinion. If you have any fic request, dm me:3 English is not my first language, so i’m really sorry if something is grammatically incorrect. If you love Hayden, pls let’s be moots!

The halls of the Jedi Temple were eerily silent as I rested in my quarters, the faint hum of Coruscant’s bustling cityscape a comforting lullaby in the background—although they were muffled by the thick walls. From my bed, I could hear the distant whir of passing speeders and their voice always made my mind wander into its own blurry maze—to craft different imaginary scenarios. They fed my delusions with this false hope: maybe my master had finally arrived home from his mission. I should have been stationed on Anaxes with the rest of the team, but a fever in the morning had confined me here, far from the frontlines, far from him. 

The aftereffects of the illness weighed heavily on me, my body is sluggish and weak, yet it was my heart that ached the most. I couldn’t stop thinking about his suffocating absence and how he should be caressing my overheated frame instead of fighting on a different planet. I fantasized of him wiping off beading sweat from my shivering, fragile body with his caring, huge palms. I sighed, leaning back against my cool pillow. Every fiber of my being yearned to be by his side, battling droids and facing the galaxy’s chaos together, but my condition had left me stranded here, confined to rest at his insistence—despite my protests. 

The hum of the holo-communication device broke the silence of my desperate yearning. I froze stiff as a statue—just like the ones that surround the lakeside on Naboo—and my heart is leaping into my throat. I rushed to the device, fingers trembling as I activated the connection, and there he was. The flickering light revealed his face, my heart ached at the sight of him. His face bore new scrapes and smudges of dirt, his hair tousled from the battlefield, but his eyes—those molten orbs of fire and tenderness—were fixed solely on me. I got goosebumps as a shiver went down my spine, but the medicine had already started to work, so it wasn't caused by the fever.

“Ani” I whispered—a breathless relief flooding through me at the mere sight of him. I hadn’t even realized how badly I needed him until now. 

“Chee-ska anota” he murmured the Huttese term for “my dear love“ falling from his lips like a prayer.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you. I thought you would be too busy saving the galaxy“ I teased him softly, but deep down I was glad that I was on his mind as much as he was on mine. He chuckled—the tone low and warm—a balm to your frayed nerves.

"What's the point of saving it if you're not there to see it?" 

But before he could continue his sentence, his words faltered for a second as his eyes traced over my face. 

"You look—your face is still red, and your eyes..." He shook his head, his brow furrowing. "Your eyes are shining, but not in the way I want them to. You're still burning up, aren't you? Fuck. I could already barely focus on this duty—since I was hella worried about your well-being, but this was my last straw. I’m going home." 

Even though his concerns melted my heart, I didn't want to ruin their mission by making their strongest Jedi vanish or risk the option of the others discovering our little secret relationship.

“Honey, my fever is already gone, I just need to regather some strength.“ I was hoping that it would change his drastic decision—but instead it only made him raise his voice at me firmly. 

“It was already a huge mistake to leave you alone in such a helpless state. But I promise you Chee-ska, I won't abandon you again. Ever.“

My heated body craved every molecule of him to be close to me—but I knew that I had to do something to calm him down and make him stay there with the troops. I brushed my curly locks away from my face and leaned forward on my bed—so that my robe opened slightly in the front, revealing the lacy top of my satin nightgown, alongside my rosy cleavage. 

His features immediately loosened up, while a small sigh escaped his mouth—since he’s aware of the fact that I never wear any lingerie under it. 

“Don’t try to manipulate me, doll. I'm still your master and it makes me the one in charge. I make the rules.“ He tried to appear serious, but he couldn't mask the sound of longing that filled his voice.

I knew that he wouldn't be able to resist me—since he could never hold himself back. When I found a way to flick the switch in him, he sheds his cautious, caring personality and transforms into a predator. When he got aroused, he became a bloodthirsty beast—and I embodied the prey in his eyes. Just like a starving animal, ready to maul and devour any living creature in sight. 

Since my goal was to push him over the edge, I bit the pink flesh of my pouty bottom lip and I reached out to his other lightsaber—that was accidentally left lying on our nightstand. It was the only thing that resembled his present and as I slowly ran my fingers over its surface—I quickly figured out my plan. 

“If you are the one making the rules, why don’t you make them fun?“ These words left my glossy lips as I drove the lightsaber up to the right corner of my mouth. 

“Stop being a brat and fix your behavior. I command you as your superior—not your partner.“ 

I loved to lure out his raw dominance with my attitude, so he would use me to fulfill his sickest, secret intimate desires. His mechanical arm and the force combined allows him to take advantage of me and have more control over me than anyone else could ever do. 

“Are you sure is that what you want? Because if you change your mind and stay, you could see me doing this—“ 

I kneeled down and grabbed the lightsaber with both of my hands, so I could lick it all the way from the bottom to the very top of it. I started swirling my tongue around the tip of it and throated every inch of it without any warning. It wasn’t a challenge to take it—since my esophagus has been adjusted by everyday use to Anakin’s significantly bigger size, but it still drew a quiet gag out of me. My teary eyes never left his surprised gaze—which got taken over by hunger.

I saw him reach out one of his hands towards my hologram—to pretend to grab my hair—and started bobbing it in the same rhythm as I did it with my head. I noticed his growing bulge through the thin fabric of his Jedi uniform—and I couldn't help it, but sit on my heels and start to rock my hips a little bit for some stimulation. This lustful view striked a tingling sensation into my abdomen. My brain flooded with the picture of his trembling, overstimulated tip—as it stained his pants with his sweet, milky, smeared precum—waiting for me to clean it up with my tongue. 

I snapped back to reality—and a streak of saliva remained attached to the object as I released it from the hot cave of my mouth—while trying to catch my breath.

“I wish that it would have been you. Even if it’s your lightsaber, unfortunately it still can’t cum down my throat like you.“ I said with sad puppy-dog ​​eyes while trying to stop panting, but an unexpected statement struck my ear. —

“Ride it.“ 

A naughty grin appeared on my face as I tried to tease my boyfriend for a tiny bit longer—

“I thought you were worried about your sick little girl.“ but he immediately growled at me— 

“I said ride it.“ The harsh order made me stare at him for a moment, but he instantly broke the silence—

“Don’t play stupid now, just obey.“ He aggressively unbuckled his belt with one hand and rolled up his sleeves, while he continued his monologue—

“I lied to the team that i came to this empty warehouse to strategize—so be a good slut for me and don’t waste our precious time” He gently ran his fingers over the prominent outline of his size, which made his voice tremble with desire. 

“I saw my needy baby grinding—while putting on her little show—so don’t you dare to deny how fucking wet you are for me. You turned me on purpose, so now I'm going to use you. Even if I punish you—you will be thankful that you even had the chance to serve me. Don’t forget the fact that I own you.“ 

I realized how Obi-wan or even the enemy could catch him at any millisecond, so I quickly tossed the lightsaber on the bed, I placed my hands in front of me on the bed and positioned myself above it. 

“Yes m-master!” Before I could start masturbating, I heard him say—

“Stop. I thought you were smarter than this. You forgot something. Words, sweetheart, words. What do good girls say?” His serious side always made my core drool. I remembered the missing essential and said it without hesitation—

“Thank you master!” His mean face finally released a small smile. 

“Now you can continue.”

I shifted until my painfully throbbing slit was hovering directly over the part that was covered in ridges. As I slowly sank down on it, the cold touch of the remaining saliva sent a jolt through my body. I started humping on my little “ toy “ back and forth, dragging my clit across the whole length of it. The friction made my breath come up in ragged gasps. I tried to glare into his lustful iris, but I wasn't able to make contact with his gaze—as his eyes were already rolled back. A heavy moan escaped from my plump lips as he revealed his fully erected member, slamming it against his muscular abs. A puddle of precum pooled around the base of his dick and some of it already ran down to his thighs. The sticky liquid glistened as the light reflected off it, but he spat in his palm to lubricate it even more. He started gliding his hands on his most sensitive area, while watching me chase my high. The holopad was set up in a way, that made it looked like he was towering over me, ready to finish on my face.

“You are the filthiest whore in the whole galaxy. I mean look at you, tiny Padawan of mine … skipping your stationing role, just so you can pleasure yourself at home.” He kisses his teeth, making a quiet ‘tsk’ sound. ” You’re fucking pathetic. “ He threw his head back as he degraded me. I tried to fasten my pace, but my legs started to shake unintentionally, to let me know that I won't last long. A knot started to form in my stomach and Anakin shouted at me—

“Don’t you dare to cum yet. I didn’t give you permission. Don't be greedy.”

I whined as I gripped my sheets, trying to hold back my orgasm. I felt helpless under his force, but I knew that his goal was to please me. He only edged me to make me feel as good as possible at the end of our session. 

“Wow, you held it back. Now my princess gets rewarded for finally being obedient this time.“ He looked up at my face, then down to his old weapon in my hands and his lips curved into a smirk.

“Slide it in your pretty pussy. Ride my lightsaber as if it was my cock.” Anakin’s penis was aching, his whole body was shaking while he jerked off. 

“Spread your legs wider angel, will you? I want to see what's mine. Your warm cunt belongs to me.“ After his request my hole pulsed as if it had its own heartbeat. I aligned our “ dildo “ to my entrance and with one sharp movement I rammed it into my opening. I reached up to my chest to cup both of my breasts in my hands and gave them a rough squeeze before I pinched my nipples as Anakin's replacement kissed my cervix. I saw that he thrusted into his palm way faster than before and he became much more vocal.

“That’s it, that’s my girl. You are taking it sooo good.” His praises helped my orgasm to build up even more. 

“A-ani I'm close, I c-can’t take it anymore!“ He heard my scream so he looked up from under his eyebrows. I could see that salty pearly sweat started to run down from his forehead and their route followed the scar mark on his eye.

“Beg for it, little one.” He demanded. “How much do you want it, hm?”

His hips haven't stopped since the call started, he fucked his palm restless so i know that i had to trigger his weakest spot to get the job done.  

“I promise i’ll be your slave, your fucktoy when you come home and you can use me as a cumdumpster anytime, just please let me finish already.  Anakin it hurts!“ I whimpered while tears ran down my chin. I started rapidly circling on my swollen clit and pumping into my soaked folds, sliding it in and out his “stunt double”. I rubbed the stick against my G-spot repeatedly, pressing tight circles over the spongy spot. This was all he needed to hear. 

“K-kay, let it happen baby, cum for me.“ He commanded. 

My back arched with grace and I went crashing over the edge. I collapsed on my bed into a puddle that my squirt made, mind blanking as waves of pleasure rolled through me. This meant the main attraction to Anakin, climax washed over him as he shot his big load into a tissue. 

“Fuck, you are something else. Good job kid.“ He panted as he dragged his pants back on. 

“See, i told you that you don’t need to leave your work for me.” I stuck out my tongue while giggling and started kicking my feet. 

“You are not sick anymore, that's for sure. The only sick thing is what you promised me in return for your orgasm.“ He winked at me with his ocean blue eyes. “Good thing that Rex’s helmet recorded everything, so I will have proof.” 

Your eyes widened and you just couldn't believe what you heard.

“OH MY GOD—ANAKIN SKYWALKER, YOU SICK FUCK! Why didn’t you tell me that you made the call from his helmet?“ You screamed in anger, but your boyfriend just laughed in your face. 

“More risk, more fun doll“ 

Before you could respond to his answer, a sharp knock echoed from his end of the connection. You could see the sudden shift in his expression, the way his shoulders stiffened. From offscreen, you heard Rex’s voice, low but clear—

 “General Skywalker, you’ve got company.” 

Anakin cursed softly, his free hand running through his already-messy hair. He turned back to the holo-projector, his face conflicted. 

“The team found me, I have to go. I'll be home soon, so don’t forget our deal. Ni chuba du” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words in Huttese heavy with meaning. “I love you.” 

Before you could respond, the connection flickered out, the blue light vanishing, and you were left staring at the empty space where he had been.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three's a Crowd 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Abnesti, Steve Rogers, Steve Kemp

Summary: You're offered a deal without all the details.

Note: I'm stupid okay and fixed the description, etc.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You mop your face with the crumpled tissues. You swear, you cry more about people you never met than your own grandmother. You just can’t help it. No one should ever feel this pain, yet here’s a whole room of people struggling. Just like you. 

Martin stares at the floor as the room sinks into the silent aftermath of his words. He lost his daughter in a crash ten years ago and he’s still here. You can see in his posture, in his eyes, that he still feels it as if it were yesterday. 

You pinch your nose with the kleenex and gulp. You flutter your lashes and your gaze snags on another figure. Steve sits with one foot up on the bar of the stool, the other extended to the floor. A man his size makes the tall stools look small. His eyes crinkle before you look away. 

Rita sighs, “thank you everyone for being here. It’s always nice to have you. As usual, there are refreshments. Please have some before you go. I’ll be here for a bit if anyone needs to chat.” She clasps her hands together and gives a forlorn smile. “Don’t forget to do your journalling.” 

Martin gets up first. He doesn’t stay. He goes to get his coat from the rack of hangers. You slide off your seat as a few others trickle over to the table of cups next to an insulated urn and tray of cookies. 

You check the time. You have the time to get a few before your shift. You wait your turn and sense another behind you. You grab a napkin and take one of the cookies from the array of chocolate, macadamia, and oatmeal. You glance over, and up, at Steve. 

“You off to work?” He asks as he notes your uniform. 

“Yeah, again,” you stop and fill a cup of coffee. 

“Mm, I couldn’t imagine working after all this,” he says. 

“Gotta pay the bills,” you shrug. “I... I hope it’s not overstepping but I liked what you said about your wife today. About how missing her is a reminder of how lucky you were to meet her.” You chew your lip and your eyes tinge. You sniffle. “I’m sorry you lost her.” 

“Yes, well,” he takes a cup of his own. 

He wears a blazer over a dark red shirt. The cut looks expensive; too expensive for here. And the gold frame of his glasses are a bit dated but the Prada on the arm suggests not. You always catch yourself judging and feel bad. You just can’t help but think he could probably afford better than the free community grief counseling. 

“We’ve all lost someone,” he continues. “Your grandmother, right?” 

“Uh, yes,” you frown. “She raised me.” 

“Sounds like a very noble woman,” he remarks. “Oh, don’t let me keep you,” he checks his watch. The bend of his arm causes his muscles to bulge in his sleeve. “I hope it is a quick night for you.” 

“Thanks, Steve. I’ll see you next week.” 

“Next week,” he assures you and blows over his cup. 

You stop to grab your fleece-lined hoodie before you head out. It’s bitterly cold out but your old wool coat went missing in the work breakroom. At your second job. The first one, you at least get a locker. You tried to factor a replacement from your next check but most of that will go to rent. 

You sigh as you approach the stop, nursing the hot coffee and nibbling on the cookie. There’s no shelter there. The winds swirl around you and seep through your thrifted sweater. Can’t complain for a four dollar bargain. 

A car slows as it passes and the tinted window rolls down. It’s nice. Sleek. Fancy. Well above what someone working a drive-thru window can afford. Steve shoves his large hand out and waves. You wave back, biting down on your embarrassment. 

You turn your attention up the street and watch for the bus. When it comes, the last of your coffee is cold and your fingers are tingling but numb. You sit and rub your palms together as you watch through the window. 

You get to the burger place right before you’re set to start. You clock in and put on the mandated visor and start your vigil in the window. You’re not allowed to wear any coat except the company-issued one but you can’t afford to order one. So you shiver in your long-sleeved tee and keep the window closed between customers. 

A deep voice greets you from the speaker, “hello, um, might I ask what the wacky sauce is?” 

You give it some thought. No one’s ever really asked. They just order extra and throw a fit if you forget it. You turn and grab a packet and hurriedly examine the ingredients, droning out an ‘ummmmmmm’ into the microphone. You do your best to explain. 

“Mm, can I get the double without that?”  

You agree. It sounds gross once you look at the label. You key in their order as they make it a combo with your prompting. You tell them to drive around and get the machine ready for payment. 

You slide the window open and hold back a brrr. You nearly cough as you’re greeted by a familiar face. It’s Steve. 

“Huh, what are the odds? I thought you sound familiar.” He smirks. 

“Oh, hi,” you offer the screen for him to tap his card. You didn’t take him for the fastfood sort. 

“Bust night,” he muses. 

“A little,” you agree. “Do you need your receipt. 

“No, thanks, sweetie,” he winks. “Nice to see a friendly face.” 

He slowly rolls away and you slide the window shut. Ugh, you’re freezing. Not to mention a bit ashamed. It’s not hard to guess where you work since you wear your uniform all too often to the meetings, but it’s another to be seen out in the wild. 

Does it really matter? The group is not about judging. It’s about listening. If anything, a guy like him will forget this all in the shadow of the exciting things going on in his life. 

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ wake up, sleepyhead.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Silver x gn! reader

𓏵 704 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, established relationship with reader, angst, hurt/comfort

sorry if Silver is ooc, I'm not too knowledgeable on his personality (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Silver loves you with all his heart, but no matter how much he tries to tell himself that, the guilt never truly goes away. He doesn’t doubt your love or patience— if anything, he feels like he doesn’t deserve them. How could he, when every moment spent with you feels like a moment stolen by his uncontrollable slumber?

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know. From the very beginning, you’d been well aware of the spell placed on him as a child. You’d told him countless times that it didn’t bother you, that you understood this was something he couldn’t control. But Silver couldn’t stop the self-reproach that grew every time he awoke to find your face patiently waiting for him.

He hated the way it always played out: an afternoon spent together under the dappled sunlight of a quiet forest, with you happily chatting away about something or other. Then, without warning, his eyelids would begin to droop, his head would grow heavy, and no amount of willpower could stop him from succumbing to the pull of sleep.

When he awoke, there you were, still by his side, smiling softly as though nothing had happened. But Silver could see the faint concern lingering in your eyes, could feel the way your hands hesitated for just a second longer before reaching for his. And that was what crushed him most of all—that you cared so much, even when he felt he didn’t deserve it.

“Why don’t you leave me?” he asked one day, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His voice was quiet, trembling with the weight of everything he’d kept inside. “You don’t have to waste your time with someone like me. You could be with someone who could give you all the time in the world... someone who wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of your sentences.”

Your eyes widened, shock flashing across your face before quickly softening. “Silver, what are you talking about?” you murmured, stepping closer to him.

He shook his head, unable to meet your gaze. “I... I don’t want to be a burden to you. You deserve someone who can give you their full attention, not someone who spends half of your time together unconscious. I feel like I’m stealing from you.”

“Silver,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re not stealing anything from me.”

“But I am!” he burst out, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “Every time I fall asleep, I take away time we could have spent together. I feel so selfish for holding you back like this... and I can’t even stop it. I can’t change it.”

You waited for a moment, letting his words settle before speaking again. “You’re right,” you said softly, surprising him. “You can’t change it. And that’s okay. I don’t need you to change anything, Silver.”

He looked at you then, eyes wide and searching. “But why?”

“Because I love you,” you said simply. “And being with you means accepting every part of you, even the parts you might not like about yourself. When you fall asleep around me, it’s not a waste of time. It’s a reminder that you feel safe enough to let your guard down. That you trust me enough to be vulnerable.”

Silver’s breath hitched, his heart clenching painfully at your words. He wanted to believe you, wanted to let go of the guilt that weighed him down. But it was so hard.

You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ve spent your whole life protecting others, haven’t you? Always on guard, always thinking about everyone else. But with me... you don’t have to do that. You can rest, Silver. I don’t mind. In fact, I love that you trust me enough to do that.”

For a long moment, Silver couldn’t find the words to respond. His chest felt tight, a strange mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Slowly, he lowered his head, letting his silver hair fall into his eyes as he whispered, “Thank you.”

And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe, just a little, that maybe he wasn’t stealing your time. Maybe, just maybe, you were giving it willingly.

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 14

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: I think we can all agree that Dion deserves to suffer at least a bit <3  (Just a bit <3)

Warnings: toxic marriage/relationship, general yandere themes, obsessive and possessive themes/behavior, jealousy, anxiety, implied/mentioned past child abuse/neglect, mention of murder, implied murder, slight blood, mention of drugs (sleeping pills), mention of past alcohol consumption, mention of alcohol poisoning. Please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG FANDOM RELATED THINGS (FICS, ART, ECT.) DNI. 

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It’s been two days since Dion Agriche indirectly told you that you’re his and that nothing will ever change that fact.

His proclamations only serve to make you feel like a possession. A pretty little songbird locked in a gilded cage, her ‘master’ unwilling to set her free. And the reason? To hear her sing until her last breath, voice hoarse and throat bleeding.

Sighing, you lean against the railing on the terrace, the light breeze flowing through your hair. The soft glow of the moonlight casts over the area, dark blue sky filled with twinkling stars. It’s peaceful. 

The heavy smell of outside and iron fills your senses, a quick frown tugging at your lips before forcing it away.

“You’re still awake.” 

Well, it was peaceful until a certain sadistic and horrible man draped a coat over your shoulders. You didn’t even hear the doors open, too lost in thought. Dion towers over you easily, and his presence is a nuisance. Unwanted.

He left for a mission earlier today yet he’s already back…

The warmth from the coat only makes you shiver, the blasted thing a ‘gift’ given to you by Maria on your wedding day. You frown when the man gathers your hair and brings it out from under the coat's collar, letting it float down over the material. His gentleness makes you sick.

“And you’re back,” you complain rather than state in a trembling whisper. You’ll never get used to this, to him. His gaze burns, and you’re unable to turn around to properly greet him. Not that you want to - everything about the man was repulsive - his face, his voice, his height, his name, even the color of his hair and eyes.

He makes you sick.

Another soft breeze as crickets chirp into the night. Below you, two servants walk, their hideous uniforms proudly worn. They look young - most likely in their early to mid twenties. One with dark brown hair and the other dark grey-ish. 

Your husband’s stare burns harsher the longer you look at the two young men. Even so, you don’t look away, even when he moves to stand to your right side, fingers brushing against yours. Like a puppy asking for attention. Despite horror filling your entire being, you don’t tear your gaze away from the two men below you, nor do you stop yourself from moving your hand away from him.

Maybe it was a small act of defiance - aka, showing Dion that you would rather look at any man that wasn’t him. Of course, you’ll come to regret this in the morning, but right now, you crave to interrupt his peace as he had done to yours. Even as your legs begin to buck under your weight.

Ignoring the pressure building in your temples and silencing your gulps, you hope that Dion doesn’t see through you immediately. Your mother would have a heart attack had she been here, witnessing her married daughter give more attention to  nameless men and not her arranged husband. 

Perhaps feeling eyes on them, both men look up, surprised to see as you smile oh so sweetly at them and wave. Ignoring the rapidly forming panic pulling at your heart strings, you watch as they blink before bowing, flustered as light pink spreads across the apples of their cheeks. 

Just two normal men.

“Good evening, My Lady!” They shout in unison. However, when they raise their heads, their cheeks go from pink to pale as their expressions twist into ones of terror. The reason is obvious, your husband wrapping an unwanted arm around your shoulders, gloved hand gripping the side of the left one tighter than necessary. You can only imagine the look he’s giving them.

They scamper off immediately, knowing better than to stay longer than necessary, knowing that greeting the Young Master would only aggravate him more, as the servants would get to look at you, his pretty wife, his possession, for longer.  

You feel bad now, forgetting for a moment that your husband is possessive.

“I’m right here yet you’d rather look at them?” His voice does a complete 180 -  voice once calm now filled with jealousy you can’t begin nor want to understand. You don’t answer. You look ahead of you, scared shitless once the reality of what you just had done hits you in full.

Am I trying to kill myself!?

The air feels colder, goosebumps forming on your skin. Despite the coat, you shiver. And while his stare burns hot, your blood runs cold. So close to curling into yourself, you blame the breeze for your trembling body.

It seems that cold sweats are a permanent thing for you now, biting the inside of your cheek as you break out into one. One hand gripping the front of the coat to hold it tighter against you, your fingers twitch as his gloved hand moves from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, and then up to the base of your head, fingers tangling themselves in your tresses. 

Soft and gentle, it reminds you of the scene where he asked Roxana the location of Cassis’ hiding place.

The memory quickly fades into the background as Dion leans down just enough to whisper in your ear. He’s very fond of doing so, apparently. So fond of it, that whenever the opportunity arises, he’ll take it.

And your body is becoming accustomed to his hot breath, lying to itself, saying it feels good just so you won’t break out into another panic attack. However, you can start to hear the blood rush in your ears, a small built up tear catching in your lashes. Is this all you’re capable of doing? Crying?

“You never look or smile at me so sweetly.” 

There is some resentment in his voice, but his tone doesn’t drip with it. “But you smiled at two random men who aren’t your husband?” His next sentence almost sounds betrayed, and it’s funny seeing how your husband had never done a thing to earn your sweetness. 

You can’t find your voice. 

You can’t force yourself to please him, either.

Nor can you turn away and walk into the room, throwing the coat to the floor. 

The only thing you can do is endure. 

And even then, you’re barely holding up.

“Even now you’re trying your best to ignore me.” He sounds tired - he should go to sleep. Go to sleep and leave you alone, like he should, but two days ago he imprinted himself fully onto you. In the most horribly way possible, nightmares slowly become reality as he refuses to set his eyes on another. 

“I never imagined that my wife could be so cruel,” he teases, lips almost touching your ear. You blink once, twice, before leaning your head away, unable to stand his body heat for much longer. Unable to endure his ‘affection’ for a second longer, shrugging off his arm and the tall male lets you go. Not without an emotion you wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint as it flashes in his eyes before he blinks it away had you seen it.

“I never imagined that my husband would be so horrible,” you blurt out without meaning to, wincing once your own words register in your brain after it’s too late. Your heart speeds up. Right hand forming a shaking fist, your nails break skin, the action not enough to distract you. 

You made a horrible and dangerous mistake. But it’s too late to take it back, sweat running down your temples. 

There’s a sting in your thumb and a crave for flesh in your mouth. Your toes curl in your soft slippers. The seconds feel like hours, waiting for his response, be it physical or verbal.

“You’re right - not that it changes anything.” He doesn’t waste a breath in agreeing with you.

Without another word, your husband guides you back into the room. He’s behind you, and curiosity has always killed the cat, which is why despite your fear, your shivering figure, you look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Dion Agriche.

His scarlet eyes glow, the dark circles under them worse than they were two days ago, inky black hair that small clunks of dirt cling to, and smeared crimson blood across his face. When your gaze travels down, there’s also dirt and small specks of blood on his cloak, the article of clothing wrinkled.

He didn’t even bother to wash up.

Like the first thing he wanted to do - no need to do was see you. 

The sentiment is lost and ignored as you turn back around. Husband or not, you refuse to see Dion Agriche as anything else but a threat. That’s the only thing you know him as.

Had you looked back, you would have noticed Dion reaching into his pocket only to pull it back out after a thought. He watches as you remove the coat from your shoulders and hang it back up in the closet - out of sight, out of mind.

He hums.

Pointer finger taping against his pocket, he mulls over whether to give you the small jewelry piece in a little blue box he brought back, knowing it would look pretty on you. He decides not to in the end, knowing you wouldn’t accept it.

That’s usually how it starts.

- - -

“- it’s fine, really. No, no, it’s okay. I don’t mind looking after her for a few more days… Hm? Of course she behaves - (Name) is always a good girl.”

Your grandmother’s voice travels from the living room into the kitchen where you’re doing your homework. Pencil in hand, you keep rereading the question, only to repeat the process as the printed words look blurred and jumbled together. The grandfather clock goes off, telling you that it’s midnight. 

Your grandmother ends the call without asking if you wanted to speak to your dad.

Not that it matters - he always texts you a ‘good morning,’ at seven-am on the dot. Never failing to do it once, it always brings a smile to your face.

As it should.

Your grandmother doesn’t say anything as she heads up the stairs, leaving you to your own devices. And you do the same. A mutual agreement between grandmother and granddaughter. Love and affection were a curious and complicated subject.

Regardless, you stay in the kitchen, hearing dogs bark outside and beer bottles thrown to the ground, on an average ‘Saturday night’. You scribble something on the paper before erasing it only to repeat it again and again. By the time you solve the third question out of ten, the sun has come up, Sunday morning greeting you.

- - -

“Thank you for inviting me, mother-in-law.”

Maria had invited you for tea in her room, far from any prying eyes. Hana is right at your side, ready to receive any orders that either you or your mother-in-law may give her. Her expression is stern, not an ounce of emotion in those eyes of hers. 

So unlike the Hana that helped you get ready for the dinner with Dion and Lant three days ago. The Hana who showed some level of concern for you, who scolded two other maids while keeping her head leveled and not punishing them, assuming she had the power to do so.

“Oh, it’s no problem - as in-laws, we should bond and spend time together.” Her smile is far too bright and sweet for that… eccentric personality of hers. She continues, “besides, I heard that you were sick after the dinner with Lant. Was it food poisoning?” 

She genuinely looks concerned as she questions you, but it’s Maria; a snake that coils itself around its prey once the opportunity arises. And you’re already on that list, right behind Sierra in terms of ‘affection’ which your mother-in-law confuses for ‘mental torture.’ 

How aware the brunette is of this, you’re not sure. 

“O-oh… I just drank a little too much…,” your chuckle is awkward, eyes landing on your tea cup. Your smile feels strained.

 She startles you with a sharp gasp.

“So it was alcohol poisoning? (Name), dear, are you alright?” She hurries to your side like a loving mother, her gloved hands gently placing themselves on your shoulders. She doesn’t squeeze them, unlike her son. She doesn’t look at you with a need to own your entire being, either.

“O-oh, I’m fine now, I promise, mother-in-law.” Despite your practiced smile, her uneasy expression doesn’t leave her pretty and soft facial features. Her reaction reminds you of your mother’s the one time you accidentally ate a poisonous plant… wait, no, her reaction was much worse than this. 

“That Lant-!” You’re caught off guard when she curses her own husband, leaving her ‘unlovable’ son out of it. Like that dreadful sociopath wasn’t there.

You blink, unable to form words, watching as her expression morphe into one of frustration only to soften almost immediately when she locks eyes with you. Sweetly smiling at you, she threads her fingers through your hair. 

It feels like she’s trying to replace your mother.

The thought makes you sick.

“I’m sorry for acting out like that. Lant is usually careful with handing out alcohol - and while Dion can be…careless, he’s not used to drinking with others.” Pigs are flying in your old world, they have to be, because how and why is Maria standing up for the son she never wanted?

“It’s - it’s fine… it’s my fault for going past my limit.” You’re not lying, you really were careless about your intake of the bitter wine. You learned your lesson - you want to avoid waking up with a hangover again…

You want to avoid Dion ‘comforting’ and touching you.

“Still, he should have seen the tell-tell signs,” she sighs before turning to Hana. “What was your name again?” She questions your aide. Your heart drops.

Wait, didn’t she ask that same question to a maid she killed right after…?

“It’s Hana, my Lady.” She bows without a single change in her expression. No twitch of the eyebrow or lips. Her face remains stoic.

“Hana. What a pretty name. Now tell me, where were you when your Master got drunk?” Her voice is sweet but the question is threatening. Like the weakling you are, all you do is sit, hopelessly praying that Maria won’t lay a hand or harm Hana in any way or form.

“I was fixing up her room on Young Master’s Dion’s orders.” Her answer is direct, not once breaking eye contact with your extremely dangerous mother-in-law. 

“I see. Is Dion your Master?” 

“No, my Lady. I was put under Lady (Name) a bit after she arrived here.”

The interrogation goes on, and every second feels like an hour. The room must be hot since you’re almost drowning in sweat. You gulp as Maria continues.

“By who?”

“Young Master Dion, my Lady.”

While her answer should confirm some things, you’re too focused on her safety to soak in the information. Too worried that her head will roll right off her shoulders.

“Dion? I see. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that he carelessly gave my precious daughter-in-law such an incompetent maid.” 

SCREECHED!

“Mother-in-law, believe it or not, but Hana has been very helpful. It’s because of her that I’m adapting so well so quickly. You help too, of course.” 

You don’t remember getting up. You don’t remember gently grabbing Maria’s shoulders like a daughter showing  affection to her mother. You don’t remember smiling so brightly that it looks genuine, enough so that your personal maid looks surprised, already knowing how much you hate being here.

“She’s always at my beck and call - ready to serve me in the dead of the night, regardless if I dismissed her for the day. While one could say she went against my orders, personally, I see it as an act of loyalty.” Your words flow out smoothly, like you weren’t on the verge of breaking down sobbing.

You don’t know why you’re standing up for a maid who’s possibly spying on you for either Dion or Lant. A maid you barely know, much less considered as a ‘friend.’ A maid you have only known for a few weeks.

Most likely it’s because you don’t want to be introduced to a new one - it would be a waste of time, really. Hana already knows your habits with her keen eyes and senses. She knows what clothes and hairstyles look best on you. Her tea is delicious. Her excuses worked in your favor.

It would be a waste to replace her with a maid who might not even know what to do. 

That’s all it is.

“So please, don’t blame her - she thought she was doing the best for me, her Master.”

You don’t let go of her shoulders even when you’re scared shitless, worried you crossed a boundary even though she always crosses yours. You wait with baited breath for her response, hoping you didn’t fuck up big time.

“Well,” Maria turns around to face you, removing your hands from her person to hold them instead. “I suppose I can give her another chance. I only want the best for you.” 

After hearing her words, you can only think of and pity your husband. She cares more for a stranger than her own flesh and blood - a child she neglected and left in the hands of one of the worst people in existence. 

Pushing the thought away, your body relaxes a bit. “Thank you. I’m really grateful for you, mother-in-law.” It’s a lie but as she strokes your hair with tenderness you weren’t aware she could show to anyone aside from Sierra, you almost forget how crazy and brutal she is.

You almost forgot that this woman did not tend to her growing, lonely son as she should have.

“Anytime, (Name), anytime.” 

Your gut tells you that you only entangled yourself with this crazed woman more. 

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“Hana, can you fetch me some sleeping pills? I think I’ll need them…” 

“Yes, My Lady. I’ll be back in a moment.” The events that transpired an hour ago aren’t mentioned, both parties silently and mutually deciding that it wasn’t worth it. Which is why Hana didn’t question you once you left Maria’s room an hour later, despite her curious gaze. 

Honestly, you’re still not sure why or how you did it.

With a sigh you kick off your heels once you reach the bed, head low, finding that lifting it would take too much effort. Last night you had to deal with Dion - today, it was Maria. The worst part was that the day hadn't ended yet, but you know for a fact if you didn’t request sleeping pills now you wouldn’t remember until Dion is ‘sleeping’ on your shared bed.

Landing on your stomach, your body lightly bounces on the comfortable bed. The scent of bergamot oranges soothes your nerves. Relieved, you nuzzle your head into your pillow, finally having a beautiful peaceful moment all to yourself in this fucking psychward.

 The ‘sugary’ voice of Maria is gone, anxiety about accidentally catching sight of one of her ‘dolls’ is out of mind. Dread that you might run into another one of your in-laws faded away the moment Hana opened the bedroom doors. Also, the fact you didn’t see Lant at all lifts your mood.

Not to mention that your horrible, frightful, perverted, annoying husband was nowhere in sight -

“You seem to be in a good mood.” A boyish voice fills the silence. 

…huh…?

Lifting yourself into a sitting position, legs hanging off the bed, you look towards the doors. You think you’re dreaming, for one, this person just waltzed into the room like nothing, clearly sneaking in right after Hana. The other reason is because the boy with leaves and goo in his hair is -

“Jeremy?”

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[bongo-clash]

Procrastinating Writing So I Made an Ask Game

🐙/1 - If you're into poetry, what are your favourite poems?

🦑/2 - What song(s) do you listen to while writing (if you listen to anything)?

🦐/3 - Do you have a song that's been stuck in your head?

🦞/4 - Last sentence you wrote for a WIP

🦀/5 - Trope you'll never get tired of? (General or fandom-specific)

🐡/6 - Do you do anything to inspire yourself for writing? (e.g., moodboard, playlist, etc.)

🐠/7 - If you could make any one thing canon for any one piece of media, what would it be?

🐟/8 - What's the most productive time of day for you, writing-wise?

🐬/9 - Any cool/interesting things you had to research for a story?

🐳/10 - Funniest joke/bit you think you've ever written

🐋/11 - Saddest thing you think you've ever written

🦈/12 - Any stories you didn't expect to get the response that they did?

🦭/13 - Which of your stories do you think best encapsulates you as a writer?

[cacw]

I think online mutual culture is killing some of you

[limewatt]

weird as hell stumbling upon ppl using my colour palettes from that one post i made

[obsesssedblerd]

HI BBY HRU MAKE SURE TO DRINK WATER TODAY AND GET A GOOD NIGHTS REST YOU DESERFE IT XOXO

if there’s too many asks going on feel free to skip over mine but I was thinking 5 + Nanami? Xoxo

prompt #5: “Your ex never got you off?” 

pairing: kento nanami x f! reader

[18+ content below, MDNI]

contains: smut, cunninglingus, vaginal fingering, reader receiving oral for the first time

wc: 2k

likes, reblogs and comments appreciated <3 

a/n: seven of you requested this pairing omg.

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Kento Nanami stares at you incredulously, and it reminds you of the way he looks at Satoru Gojo and Yuuji Itadori whenever they say something that’s a bit more on the sillier side. You look away, but you feel his fingers angle your jaw so your eyes are meeting his honey brown ones once more. 

“Your ex… never got you off.” He repeats your words back to you slowly. 

“I know it sounds crazy, since we dated for a while, but yeah.” You laugh nervously. You bring the champagne glass to your lips, then tip your head back, allowing the chilly liquid to slide down your throat. “He tried, and it couldn’t work. He mentioned something about how some women just can’t cum, so we both assumed that it’s the case for me. I remember—” 

Kento puts a finger to your lips, and you stop talking. He’s still staring, but this time, you can see the calculating—the plotting in his eyes. “Respectfully,” he says, his voice low. “Your ex is an idiot. I’m confident that he hardly tried at all.” 

You raise an eyebrow, and you shift yourself in the couch cushions to sit straighter. “I don’t think he’s an idiot, he was just…” You sigh as you trail off, unable to find anything polite to say about your ex-boyfriend. It was impossible, since he cheated on you. “I don’t know. Anyway, he definitely tried. Numerous positions, but nothing. It’s just something I’m unable to do.” 

He finishes the rest of his champagne before placing the empty glass on the living room table. He props an arm up on the back of the couch, then uses it to support his head. He’s still staring, still thinking. With his glasses and tie off, and the first few buttons of his blue dress shirt undone, your coworker looks even more handsome in this comfortable state. 

Kento inhales, then releases his breath. Slowly, he unclasps the expensive watch from his wrist and looks down at it. He remains like that for about fifteen seconds before you ask him, “What are you doing?” 

“Going to test something.”

“Test something like…?” You urge him to finish. 

He gently places the watch on the table next to the empty glass, then offers to take your empty glass as well. He leans towards you, and your heart pounds when his hand delicately strokes your cheek. The faint scent of his cologne fills your nose. His face nears yours, your eyes flicker to his mouth before fluttering shut. 

“Do you trust me?” He whispers against your lips, and you nod once before you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is gentle at first, but after wanting him for so long, you immediately grow hungry for more. You find yourself climbing on top of his lap, and he guides you there without breaking the passionate kiss, his large hands settling comfortably on your hips. 

You sigh blissfully into his mouth, and you feel your body heat up. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you savor every second and every feeling that this moment brings you. Months of keeping each other safe on missions, soft stares as you trade students for training and quiet conversations over coffee in the breakroom before meetings have all led to this. 

When he gently breaks away from you, both of you are slightly out of breath. His gaze settles hungrily on your low-cut top, and his fingers skim the hem of it. “May I?” He asks quietly. 

“Yes.” 

Kento isn’t fast; no, after craving you for many months, he has zero desire to rush any of this. His thumb brushes against the skin underneath your shirt briefly, then he grasps the hem of it, and pulls upward until it’s completely off of you, leaving you in your bra. Suddenly shy, you look away. You don’t know why you’re nervous; you’ve had sex before. You know what happens during sex. 

However, you don’t know how Kento Nanami operates. His kisses alone tell you that he’s nothing like your ex-boyfriend in the bedroom. 

“Hey.” 

His voice pulls you out of your mind, and you look back at him. He gives you a dizzyingly charming smile, his cheeks slightly flushed from champagne and want. “You’re beautiful.” He brings you closer and pecks your lips a few more times, then moves to your neck. “I’d like to taste you,” he whispers, and your breath hitches as he kisses the delicate skin beneath your ear. “Is that alright?”

You swallow thickly, and you manage to find some of your words. “Taste? I-I’ve never- No one has ever done that.” 

Kento hums as he pulls away, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting. “Your ex never went down on you?” 

You gently shake your head, and he exhales. “Disappointing, but not surprising.” One of his fingers fidget with one of the belt loops on your jeans, seeking permission. When you grant it with a single nod, he whispers to you once more. “Lie back for me.” 

He waits for you to lay down on the couch, and then climbs above you, caging you between his strong arms. He kisses you again, then begins to move lower, allowing his lips to explore your body, goosebumps on your flesh as they do. He carefully pushes your bra upward, and your head spins slightly when you feel his mouth wrap around one of your nipples. Large hands cup your tits as he sucks, massaging and gently squeezing. You release a sound that is something between a moan and a sigh, and Kento loves it. 

He takes his time, sliding lower and lower until he’s finally on his knees before you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. Heat rises to your face, and you look towards the couch cushion, too shy to see his reaction when he finds out just how wet you are. You know that there’s a damp spot on your panties. Your knees are pushed apart, revealing the most sensitive part of you. His fingers hook your lacy panties, then peels them down your thighs and calves, leaving you bare for him. “God,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. You look down at him again, and arousal pools in your stomach at the utter hunger in his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he sighs again, and you exhale shakily when he kisses a particularly sensitive part of your inner thigh. “So, so beautiful.” 

Over the next few minutes, you learn that Kento Nanami is a teaser. His lips are everywhere except your aching pussy, which you’re certain is dripping messily onto the couch. You’ve never felt this wet, so needy to the point you’re whining out his name, spreading your legs just a bit more for him. “Please,” you whisper. 

His thumb slides around the outer lips of your pussy, applying just enough pressure to tease your clit—where he knows you’re aching the most. So soft, he thinks to himself. Soft and very wet. There’s no way her ex is so stupid—so selfish that he’d pass up the opportunity to taste her. 

“Patience, sweetheart,” he quietly tells you, like a teacher softly instructing his student. “There’s no need to rush this. I promise, I’ll give you what you need.”

Once he’s certain that no parts of your delicate thighs are unkissed, his lips inch towards your core. His tongue licks slow, vertical stripes. “Ohhhhh,” you gasp, every thought draining from your mind as your head falls back against the cushions. “Oh, my g-god, Kento…” He’d just begun, but you easily decide that his firm tongue against your pussy is the most incredible thing you’ve ever felt in your life. 

Kento releases a deep groan, obsessed with the way you taste and the sounds you make. His tongue expertly swipes across your folds, teasing you for just a little while longer before he finally gives your clit some attention. You jolt when you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck a few times, and his hands firmly hold your thighs open so you don’t squirm away from him. 

“You can grab my hair if you need to,” he says when he notices your hands palming at the couch cushions. Once your hands grasp his blonde strands, Kento goes back to eating your pussy like a man starved. Your moans are far louder now, any nervousness you felt earlier now completely faded away. You buck your hips when he slides two fingers into your sopping wet core, his tongue still rolling against your clit. 

When he sees how your breath is beginning to shorten, how your abdomen gently clenches and how your thighs twitch, he pulls away for a moment to look up at you. “Where my thumb is now,” he starts, using a thumb to rub your swollen clit, “did he spend enough time touching here until you’re trembling like this?” 

You meet his eyes, then shake your head. “No.” 

“Then he didn’t try.”

Inside of your pussy, his fingers curl upward and you nearly shriek when he begins to massage a weak spot within you, pleasure zipping through you with every movement. “And here?” He asks you again, his fingers unrelenting. “Did he ever find this spot of yours and touch it the way I am now? Even when he fucked you?” 

When you struggle to answer, he adds a bit more pressure, and your back arches off of the cushion. “Ahh! N-No, he didn’t!” 

“Then he didn’t try.” He reiterates a bit sharper. “Still believe he’s not an idiot?” 

You shake your head, and his rough palms spread you open a bit wider. “I want you to relax for me. When you feel it, and you’ll know what it feels like, don’t tense up. Breathe through it,” he tells you, the bass in his voice vibrating against your thigh before he tenderly kisses it.

You nod, and his mouth is on you once more, licking, sucking, devouring you. His fingers continuously stroke that weak spot, and the combination has you breathing hard. Your hands grip his hair tighter, and you buck your hips against his face, instinctively chasing something you’ve never had before—a release of the pressure building in your body.

Nearly there, Kento thinks to himself. 

You gasp and attempt to slither away, suddenly nervous about the intensity about the impending orgasm, but he grips you tight to keep you still. “Oh my goddd,” you whine, and he feels you begin to tighten on his fingers.

That’s it. 

Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try to do what he told you earlier and focus on your breathing. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, K-Kento…!” You cry out his name in warning, and he hums against your clit, encouraging you. 

Cum for me. 

When you climax, you feel like you drown in pleasure. You sob in relief as you grind against Kento’s face, and he licks and fingerfucks you all the way through it, savoring the sweetness of the juices that flow from your pussy. Once you’re finished and your body relaxes, he lifts his head from between your legs, his chin glistening with the evidence of your orgasm. 

He reaches for his watch that he placed on the table, his eyes glimmering with approval as he checks the time. “Twenty-two minutes.” 

“H-Huh?” You ask, trying to focus even though your mind still spins. 

“From the first time I kissed you until now, it took twenty-two minutes to make you cum,” he says, leaning forward to place a kiss on your navel. “Your ex spent so much time in your presence and in your bed, but he couldn’t put aside twenty-two minutes to make you feel good. Truly a selfish idiot. As you can see, you can orgasm,” he says quietly, then brings himself back up to you, your faces nearly touching. “You just needed a competent partner.” 

He kisses you again, and you moan as you taste yourself on his lips. Your hands begin fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to have and feel more of him. “Want more,” you sigh in between kisses. “Want you.” 

“Good,” Kento smiles as he assists you in unbuttoning his shirt. “Because I’m dying to see how fast I can get you to cum on my cock.” 

[uronlywon]

INTENTIONAL OR UNINTENTIONAL? ; drabble ➤ overstimulation with hyung line + jungwon . . .

pairing .ᐟ hyung line + jungwon x afab!reader

contains .ᐟ dom!heeseung, soft dom!jay, dom!jake, mean dom!sunghoon, dom!jungwon, jay being husband material at the end, sunghoon being down right mean

warnings .ᐟ MINORS DNI, porn without plot, overstimulation, use of pet names (pretty, baby, love), riding (heeseung), praising (heeseung + jake), mentions of dacryphilia (sunghoon), jealous sex (jungwon), lmk if there’s more

vee's note .ᐟ i wrote this in about 2 hours at 4am (finished 6am)  so if some parts don’t make sense, i’m sorry. feel free to tell me if there are any parts that i could improve a bit :D also you can kind of tell where my creativity plummets lmaoo

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LEE HEESEUNG (이희승) — intentional

I feel like Heeseung is the type to make you overstimulate yourself. You’d be riding him, and after your first orgasm, he’d tell you to keep going, “C’mon, pretty. Keep moving those hips f’me,” he’d say. Listening to his orders, you’d make an attempt to continue moving your hips on him, but due to the sensitivity you gained, your attempt was quite pathetic. “H..Hee, I can’t– ‘m tired..”, you whine, halting your movements to a stop. I just know he’d laugh at how fucked out you are. “Tired? You were just fine a minute ago, baby,” he teases, brushing the hair sticking to your face out of the way. “That’s fine, pretty, that’s why I’m here,” Heeseung continues, placing his warm hands on either side of your hip bones. “You look so gorgeous like this, Y/n. Could have you on my cock all day,” He would coo and end up moving your hips for you. ”That’s it, taking me so well, hm?”

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PARK JONGSEONG (박종성) — intentional / unintentional

I’m a little bit on the fence for Jay. I can see him overstimulating you both intentionally and unintentionally in the same fuck session. He’d start off intentionally, pushing you a bit after your first orgasm, “Sorry, love, just a little bit more–”, he’d say this because he was trying to reach his own high, but to do that, you’d have to hang on a little longer. Passing that, he wouldn’t realise you’ve already had enough, making it to the point where you have to tell him to stop, “Ha-.. Jay! Can’t take anymore!”. I feel like he just wouldn’t realise how many more times you’ve came after the first time, if that makes sense, “Ah fuck– I’m sorry Y/n.” In the end Jay would apologise and give you literally the best aftercare. He’d always wipe you clean with a damp towel and run a warm bath for you. “You okay now? Does it hurt anywhere?” Jay would question, peppering you in soft kisses.

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SIM JAEYUN (심재윤) — unintentional

Jake would be too lost in pleasure to realise you’d have already come. The man is like a dog in heat, not even kidding, “Fuuck Y/n, you f..feel so fucking good.” He’s the type to just continuously praise you while you fuck, which is partially the reason why he wouldn’t take notice of your desperate pleas for him to slow down. “Sensitive– Jake… Jake! P-please slow-..” You’d say, but he’s so busy praising you whilst he pounds into your used hole. It would take him a while to realise you’ve been begging him to tone it down a little, only realising when he feels the sensation of your nails digging deep into the flesh on his shoulders. “Oh god, I’m so fucking sorry, baby, I-I didn’t mean to hurt you,” He’d say after realisation hits, and he would continuosly apologise to you over and over again. “Y/n, I’m sorry about before–” “I already told you that I’m fine, Jake,” You’d laugh.

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PARK SUNGHOON (박성훈) — intentional

Let’s be real, Sunghoon is the cruellest one out of everyone. He will definitely overstimulate you on purpose, and he isn’t even sorry about it, “Yeah– There you go Y/n, such a good little slut f’me, huh?” Sometimes, it would get so bad that you would be crying and begging him to stop, “Mmn! ‘t’s a..a lot, too much– Ah!~ Hoonie!”. To be honest, I think he has a little dacryphilia. Just watching your tears streaming down your pretty face turns him on. He would coo and mock your begs, degrading you in the process, “You’re already crying? I’ve only made you come twice, how pathetic are you?” Sunghoon just seems like the type to be really mean during sex, dismissing all your begging and just continuing to fuck you into oblivion “N-no more Sunghoon, please!” “Who’s Sunghoon? I only know Hoonie. You’ll take whatever the fuck I give you.”

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YANG JUNGWON (양정원) — intentional

Jungwon would sooo do it intentionally, and we all know that he is in fact a jealous guy based on the questions fans asked at fansigns. He’d have you pressed into the mattress of your shared bed after seeing you all over one of your guy friends, “You don’t touch your friends like that, huh?” He asked you, driving you to your 3rd orgasm of the night. Jungwon isn’t a mean dom, but I can see him intimidating you with his words. “Won ‘m sorry, p-please s-stop I can’t.. Can’t do another–” You’d apologise, then he’d scoff at you and start saying things in between thrusts. “Oh so now you’re sorry?” Thrust. “You sure didn’t seem sorry when you were all over that guy’s arm, yeah?” Thrust. “Surely you can give me another, Y/n. Isn’t that right? Thrust. He wasn’t going to falter, no matter how much you apologised or begged him to. “I-I really am sorry! A-ahn!”

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[strawberrymochin]

Sanemi shinazugawa ⌦ .｡.:*♡

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Sanemi's panting, drunk from the pleasure as you raise your hips letting free his half of the shaft, tip still buried inside you.

He'd shivers running down his spine at the cold sensation, nails digging down your flesh pushing you down, till your warmth shields him again.

If he had known letting you ride him, while he did nothing but watch your eyes roll back at each thrust; watch you pathetically whimpering his name as he slides one big palm to press on the bulge on your stomach feeling himself inside you; watch your legs give up, as your rhythm fall apart, eyes begging him to take lead, would have this effect on him, he would have done it so early.

“yeah? Tired already?” you could only manage a whimper against his neck prepping kisses along his collarbone.

“beg for it sweetheart and I will let you cum.”

He's such a menace, he will rub on the bulge making sure your g-spot brushes with his shaft, everytime, edging you till the words, he wanted to hear leaves your mouth.

You almost jump from the sudden contact of his rough calloused fingers on your sensitive clit, when he presses you down on his cock with his other hand, to prevent it slipping out from you, carefull not to let his previous slick leak out of you. That's too precious to waste.

“daddy will take things further 'kay. J-just surrender yourself to me hmm!”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assignment 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your agree to cover an empty internship but the role isn’t as easy as you expect. (older!reader)

Spiritual sister series to Overtime.

Characters: boss!Lee Bodecker, glimpse of Andy Barber.

Author’s Note: wondering how involved Andrew should be...

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“Mr. Bodecker,” you step into the open door, “your coffee.” 

He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t thank you. You cross the office and set it down. It’s like your invisible. You doubt his interns felt that way. 

You go back to the door but before you can pass through, he clears his throat. “Good girl.” 

You stop for a moment then carry on. Girl? You haven’t been called that in years. 

At your desk, you delve back into your screen. You have your own work still to manage next to your new tasks. It isn’t ideal but no one can accuse you of not being a team player. 

The red light on the phone flashes and you pick up the received, “sugar, honey. You forgot the sugar.” 

You fix your grip on the phone, “sir, did you want sugar or honey?” 

He snorts, “su-gar.” 

He hangs up. You set down the phone and go back to typing. You finish your email before you get up. You go to the kitchen and grab several packets of sugar. You can’t judge. Bodecker has a bit of extra hanging over his belt, the request isn’t surprising. You have a sweet tooth of your own but you cut sugar out of your coffee years ago. 

You go back to his office and tap on the door. He grunts, you enter, silence as your heels tap one the floor. You put the sugar beside his cup. 

“Didn’t ask for sugar for the desk,” he scoffs. 

You inhale as he doesn’t look away from his screen. It’s a test. The executives like to play games, see how far they can push others. Obviously, they think their attention is the ultimate trophy. From your years there, you know it’s not worth the effort. 

You rip open the first packet and pause, “how much?” 

“Three packs will do. Could use with something sweet.” 

The last comment says a lot. He needs sweetness because you’re not sweet. Pity. 

You stir it with the wooden stick and dump the waste in the bin. He slurps loudly as you head for the door. He gulps tightly then suppresses a belch. 

“Honey, I got some shoes I need picked up. Be a doll--” 

“With due respect, I’m not honey and I’m not a doll,” you turn to him. “I’m too keep your calendar and take minutes. I don’t think shoes fall within my purview.” 

“I’m sure you’re more than capable--” he cooes. 

“I was looking over your calendar, sir--” 

“Ah, ah,” he raises his hand to silence you. “Don’t interrupt me.” He curls his fingers then points at you, leaning his elbow on his desk. He clucks. “Barber fucking with me? He put you up to this?” 

“He asked me to take on the extra work--” 

“No, he’s messing with me. You?” 

You stare at him dully. You won’t let him deride you. He might think that every woman craves him but you only want the clock to spin to five and a glass of wine. 

“Maybe you should discuss it with him. Would you like me to pen him in?” You ask. 

His cheek ticks, “you bein’ smart with me?” 

“Sir, I’m doing my job.” 

“I’m telling you your job and you’re being defiant,” he accuses. “How about a smile?” 

You blink at him. You never got this obsession with smiling. The men don’t smile. They might smirk and leer, but most days they look nothing short of vacant. 

“Go on, bet ya pretty when you do,” he brings his other arm onto the desk and crosses them, leaning forward emphatically. “Smile for me, honey.” 

You clear your throat and enunciate your name clearly, “you can address me by my name.” 

“Far as I got it, you work for me, so I’ll call you what I like. And you’ll do what I say, so smile.” 

You stare across the office. You can’t do it. You check your watch. “Well, if there’s nothing else.” 

You back out and shut the door. You return to the desk and go back to resituating yourself. His shared calendar is a mess. The last intern double-booked him. You’ll need to make some calls. 

As you dial out, Bodecker’s office door swings open and he stomps out. You keep your eyes on the screen as you wait for an answer. He strides past you and down the next hall. 

The other end picks up and you work on rescheduling. One down, a lot to go. You heard the rumours that his assistants weren’t there to be more than eye candy, but you didn’t expect this chaos. Your task keeps you busy as you rearrange the blocks one at a time. 

A cough keeps you from your next call. You look up as Barber looks down at you. He sighs and frames his hips. You fold your hands and hold his gaze calmly. 

“What’s going on?” He asks. You know that tone, that question. 

“I got his coffee--” 

“You’re arguing with him,” he interjects. 

“Sir, I was told I would be carrying out admin. Professional work. With due respect, I don’t believe my job description or pay grade includes acting as a maid.” 

“That’s not—come on,” he extends and arm and plants his hand on your desk, posturing over you. “Give a little, okay? I asked you to do this because I know you can handle Lee. You got a good head on you and the man needs some stability. Get him on the right track, alright? It’s about the company, not you.” 

“I didn’t assume it had anything to do with me personally,” you assure him. 

“Is this about the money? We can factor the extra work in as overtime.” He suggests. 

“Thank you, sir, I’d very much appreciate that but... I don’t see any of the male admin fetching coffee. Not even the interns,” you counter. 

His lashes flutter and he rubs the side of his nose. “Humour him, alright? Some men like a smile with their coffee. He’s got a lot of work to do, your job is to support him, however he deems fit.” 

Barber’s stern tone yields no argument. You nod. “Yes, sir.” 

You turn back to your computer. He sighs again and shifts to sit on the corner of your desk. 

“Show me then. Give me a smile.” 

You wince. 

“If he asks--” 

“I’m asking,” he insists. 

Your nose flares and you keep your hand on your mouse. You look at him and swallow tightly. Your lips feel as if they’ll split and your cheeks tug as you force a smile. 

“Do you want me to giggle too?” You give a churlish chirp. 

He glowers and stands. 

“No one likes this, alright? We all just gotta do our part.” He taps your desk and pivots away. 

Your face falls and you stare dully at the monitor. Years of work and you’re knocked back to the first rung in a single morning. 

[bloodxbat]

Heyyy, could you do an NSFW fic with Spencer where it’s best friends to lovers and they’re roommates and maybe it’s a really hot day and readers barely wearing anything and Spencer can’t control himself etc 🫶���

Hey Anon! absolutely I can!! I had so much fun writing this, I've not written a fan fiction in so long so I hope this is ok!!

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Hope you enjoy the fic :))

Can’t Control Myself

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut!!! 18+, MDNI, P IN V sex, unprotected, creampie, oral (fem), best friends to lovers, swearing! Dom Spence, Praise, Marking kink, all the good stuff 

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Taglist: @writing-wh0re Message to be added 

Word Count: 2,649

Prompt(s) used: none

Summary: You and Spencer have been best friends for 3 years, you’ve lived together for almost 2 now. Spencer has always had a ‘’thing’’ for you but has always been way too shy to admit it. On a particularly hot day he loses control of himself over the clothes (or lack thereof) you’re wearing. 

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The apartment you and Spencer shared was small, which made this weather even more unbearable. Books piling up, almost touching the ceiling keeping in all the heat, stopping cold fresh air from coming in. Any outfit you put on was just sticking to your skin in an instant. The fabrics attach themselves as if they were part of your skin. You huff out a frustrated sigh as you peel off yet another outfit that suffocated you in this heat. 

Throwing your wardrobe all over your room trying to find the loosest outfit you owned you finally found something. ‘Please let this one help, please’ you thought to yourself as you pulled on the clothes. 

You’d found a black short-sleeved crop top, so short that it barely covered your tits when you lifted your arms, and a pair of loose fabric shorts that showed off the underside of your ass accenting its curves under them. A sigh escapes your lips, you sway your hips and air brushes itself up your skin giving temporary relief from the heat. 

Finally having found your outfit you make your way out your room and down the small hall leading to the living room/kitchen to grab a cup of ice cold water. Spencer was sitting on the brown leather couch that took up the centre of the room in front of the TV, which was not switched on of course as Spencer would never ‘’waste his free time watching that thing’’. You chuckled to yourself as you noticed he was reading The Odyssey for the hundredth time it felt. 

Brushing your hand over his shoulders you greet him 

‘’Hey Spence’’ you smile walking into the kitchen area.

Spencer looks up from his book feeling your slight friendly touch, turning round to see you in the kitchen. You were stretching up on your tiptoes to reach the cupboard where the glasses were kept. His eyes went wide, your crop top and short had rode up your body at the movement. Exposing your skin, your curves, your perfection. He had never seen so much of you before. 

‘’H-hi Y/N’’ he manages to stutter out, clearing his throat.

‘’The Odyssey again Spence?’’ You ask not looking at him as you grab ice from the freezer, bending over in front of him. 

Was this a dream, his eyes didn’t leave you, devouring your body. His mouth was salivating, he wanted too much to know how you tasted, how you felt. He hadn’t even processed your question before you were walking over to him, glass in hand waving in front of his eyes.

‘’Earth to Spencer’’ You chuckle

‘’S-sorry I lost track- wh-what did you uhm whatdidyousay?’’

‘’I asked if you were seriously reading The Odyssey again? Does it not bore you?’’

‘’Yes i’m reading it again and no of course it doesn’t bore me, this is one of the greatest classics of all time!’’

You chuckle at his passion for the book. Taking a seat next to him, taking the book out his hands, your fingers brushing his skin slightly, such a small gesture but enough that his vision was turning blurry and his mind racing. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin so you looked up at him. 

Spencer was wearing a white loose fitting linen shirt, the top button undone exposing the skin of his chest to you, and brown hemp trousers. Even in this heat he still tries his best to look professional, even from the comfort of his own apartment.

‘’Everything ok Spencer?’’ Your voice filled with genuine concern, looking at your friend he doesn’t seem quite himself. He is normally hyper focused, aware of every surroundings, given the nature of his job, it's not paranoia it's just…him, but now he seems distracted.

‘’I-’’ Spencer licks his lips trying to think of the words, the right words to tell you how he really feels. How all these years he has found you the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. How he’s up late at night thinking about you, what he could do to you, how he could make you scream his name. How you would feel pinned below him. He could feel himself begin to grow at the thought, your touch bringing him out of his thoughts. 

You placed your hand on his arm, stroking your thumb along his skin. Waiting patiently for him to answer. His deep brown eyes caught yours, god his eyes were beautiful, you could stare into them all day. You felt strange thinking of your friend this way but it also felt so right. You couldn’t deny that Spencer Reid wasn’t attractive, he wasn’t named ‘pretty boy’ for nothing because he certainly was that. 

‘’You’re driving me crazy’’ Spencer says suddenly, his voice low and raspy.

‘’W-what?’’ your breath hitched in your throat at his sudden boldness.

‘’You heard me pretty girl’’ his eyes stare holes into yours with burning passion ‘’You’re driving me. Crazy’’ he emphasises the last word. 

Spencer shuffles closer to you, grabbing your hand and taking it off its place on his arm. The cool air touching your palm from where his warm skin used to be moments before. Your eyes never leave his, as you watch him lick his lips once more. 

‘’Wearing this outfit, practically naked…fuck’’ he groans

Spencer rarely swears in fact you've only ever heard him swear when he clumsily bumps his head off of a shelf. My god it was hot, those types of words just rolling off his tongue.

‘’It’s getting harder to control myself around you Y/N, ever since I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. 3 years, for 3 long years i’ve not stopped thinking about you, thinking how you would feel, how you would-’ he paused letting his eyes roam over you ‘how you would taste’’

His words cause a heat to form in between your legs, a wetness forming on your shorts. It was only then you notice the bulge appearing in Spencer's trousers, the zip practically about to burst up against him. 

‘’Why don’t you come and find out’’ You don’t know where this bold side of you came from but the way it turned the expression on Spencer's face to complete lust, his eyes growing darker from your words. You hope that the image burned itself into your eyes so you would never forget it. 

Without hesitation his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, his lips were so smooth and inviting, they felt so familiar to you, like they were meant to be on yours and only yours. You could feel his tongue graze your bottom lip slightly wanting more you open your mouth inviting him in. Your tongues dance at first, softly brushing over each other, he tasted of coffee, humming against him at the taste. The kiss became more hungry, tongues battling for dominance which Spencer of course won. 

He pushed you down so you were beneath him on the couch, his hands grazing up your sides causing you to shiver. His hands reached your breasts that lay under your shirt, his fingers found their way to your hard nipples, pinching them softly. Your back arched up into him as you moaned softly at the sensation. You could feel him pulse onto you through his trousers at your noises. 

‘’That feel good?’’ he smirks, his lips travelling down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking and biting. 

‘’Mhmm, p-please spence’’ you hand made its way into his golden brown curly hair that stuck to the nape of his neck from sweat, tugging slightly as he continued to kiss down your neck. Ripping your shirt off of you to get a better look at your body beneath him.

‘’Fuck’’ he groaned, his eyes taking in every inch of your exposed skin. ‘’So fucking beautiful why didn’t I confess sooner’’ 

Before you could say anything his lips are back on you, attacking your skin sucking every inch he could find leaving red marks behind him. 

‘’S-spence’’ You gasp at all the marks

‘’Shh, I’m marking you as mine, d’you understand me? Everyones gonna know who you belong too’’

His words were like sex itself to your ears, the very thought of everyone being able to see that he had his way with you causing a pool to form soaking your thighs. Your fingers made their way to his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt pushing the material off his shoulders. His chest was so smooth and toned, your eyes roamed over the sight in front of you causing Spencer to smirk. 

‘’Like what you see?’’ he says

All you can do is nod, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, then looking into his lust filled eyes. 

‘’Good- because it’s all yours angel’’ 

It didn’t take long before the rest of your clothes were discarded on the floor. Both of you tangled in a hot mess on the couch skin sticking to the leather beneath. Spencer started to train his kisses along your chest. Teasing your already hard nipples with his tongue, soft moans spilling out your mouth. He continues his way down further, nestling his head between your thighs, wrapping his arms under you keeping you in place. 

Feathering kisses on your inner thighs, nipping at the soft skin slightly, your back arching up into him. Silently begging for more. 

‘’Need you to use your words if you want something angel’’ He continues to kiss your soft skin.

‘’P-please Spencer’’ 

‘’Please what?’’

‘’I n-need you please’’

‘’Want me to taste you angel is that what you want?’’

He wasn’t continuing until he got confirmation from you. 

‘’Mhmm’’ you nod, looking down at him. The sight of him looking up at you through your thighs drove you crazy.

Without warning Spencer slammed his lips against your heat. Lewd noises filling your small shared flat. His tongue sliding between your wet folds, lapping up every bit of you, savouring your sweet salty taste. Spencer could’ve came right there, he groaned onto you as he sucked on your clit, causing vibrations to shoot right through you. Waves of pleasure bringing you to the edge. 

Who knew Dr Spencer Reid was so damn good with his tongue. You reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer to you as you neared release. 

‘’Fuck Spencer oh my-’’ You moaned breathlessly. 

‘’Taste. So. fucking. Good.’’ Spencer said between licks. Not wanting to be away from your heat for even a second. 

Your grip on his hair got tighter, earning a groan from him. 

‘’You gonna cum angel? Go on, cum on my tongue, wanna taste you so fucking bad’’

His words sent you over the edge. The knot in your stomach unleashing as you reached your high all over his face. Waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your legs going limp, that was the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Spencer moaned onto you as he hungrily lapped up all of your juices. He pulls back, his chin glistening with you all over him, licking his lips before crawling up to be face to face with you.

‘’Good girl’’ he groans softly before taking your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his tongue. 

Spencer's hard length brushed up your folds. The sensation causes you to shiver. His tip was red, angry, needing attention. He positioned himself outside your hole. 

‘’Gonna fuck you now angel, otherwise i’ll lose control’’

‘’Please- please fuck me’’ desperation on your tongue. Hearing you talk to him like this drove Spencer crazy. Knowing he was the one to make you this way. Slurring your words with absolute pleasure. 

He slowly thrust forward, stretching you out. Your mouth hung open at his size, it felt unlike you've ever felt before, pain, pleasure, it was almost overwhelming. You gripped onto Spencer's skin so tight, your nails dug into his flesh leaving crescent shapes. Silent moans falling from your mouth as your foreheads touched together. 

‘'M’gonna move now angel ok?’’ Spencer groaned

He slowly pulled out, almost all the way before thrusting back into you, he was so deep you could feel him in your stomach. That first thrust forced out the most sinful moan, the noise going straight to Spencer's cock, he practically collapsed into your neck. He continued to thrust in and out of your wet cunt, the sounds of skin slapping filling the air. 

‘’Mm oh- fuck Y/N, so fucking tight’’ 

His pace quickened, your body shaking with pleasure. You didn’t care how loud you were being, you wanted people to know who you belonged to, who made you feel this way. Spencer's mouth was beside your ear, whimpering and moaning with every thrust he made into you. Your walls clench around him with every noise he made. 

‘’I’m not gonna last if you keep tightening around me sweetheart’’

‘’Please- wanna feel you’’

‘’What do you wanna feel angel?’’

He never stopped thrusting into you, he was going unbearably fast, you were definitely going to have a few bruises tomorrow. 

‘’Cum S-spencer, please gotta feel it’’

Your words cause blood to rush straight to his length.

‘’Fuck Y/N where do you want me to cum hmm? Getting so fucking close’’

‘’I-inside Spence, p-lease’’

‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Yes- please need to feel it, fill me up Spencer please’’

He would like nothing more.

‘’Whatever you want, angel’’ he groaned, continuing to pound into you. He was so close, both of you breathless and sweating all over each other. Your eyes lock, both mouths agape with pleasure. Spencer's eyes turn dark, they turn lustful, he is close. You push yourself up against him more. 

‘’Fuck’’ He almost shouts, moaning loud as he releases thick white ropes into you, coating your twitching walls. The feeling of him cumming into you causing you to reach your second release. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure, you didn’t realise you were drooling over yourself. Spencer reached his thumb up, wiping it away, still inside you, waiting for both of you to catch your breath before pulling out. 

Spencer focussing on your convulsing hole watching as his cum spilled out of you, the sight almost enough to make him ready for round two. He got up and grabbed a damp cloth cleaning you both up, before pulling you into his arms.

‘’That was-’’ You begin still breathless and speechless from what you just did.

‘’Amazing’’ he finished your sentence for you.

‘’How long?’’ you asked, looking up at him, tracing shapes on his exposed glistening chest ‘’How long have you felt this way?’’

‘’Honestly- since the day I met you’’ he confessed, all you could do was stare at him with a smile creeping on your face. 

‘’I was too scared to say anything, I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had, you were, are, too special for me to lose’’ Your heart warming at this confession.

‘’But seeing you in that outfit…I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer, I'm just glad you feel the same way’’ He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You grab his face and lightly kiss him on the lips. Sighing into him pressing your foreheads together. 

‘’I’m glad I chose this outfit then’’ You chuckle leaning your head up against his shoulder. 

You both stayed there, naked on the couch, holding each other. You convinced Spencer to watch TV with you, he actually enjoyed the show but he would never admit it. Neither of you got up to put clothes on, it was too warm for that. 

You fell asleep watching TV snuggled into him, your soft snores peeling Spencer’s eyes away from the screen. Not wanting to wake you he just smiled and kissed you softly.

‘’Good night Angel’’ he whispered.