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Billy felt weird. Tired and thirst and hungry. There was just... something weird. Made his head feel funny. He tells Steve that he's fine. And Steve believes him. Until he's getting called at work that Billy's been brought to the hospital. A short story about a LONG road. Diabetic fic from a Diabetic <3
Billy didnât know why he felt so fucking weird. Not weird like when he first had sex or weird like when Steve Harrington kissed him in the rain behind the high school gym or even weird like when his mom died or when Neil finally left and he got to stay with Susan. He felt like he was drowning in the desert, dizzy and heavy. He just felt⌠off. His head was slow, his eyes were fuzzy, he was so thirsty and he was always starving, and worst of all he felt like he was.. Fading away. He kept telling himself it was the flu or a head cold, but it wasnât. It was just weird.Â
Steve noticed, of course he noticed theyâd been living together for over a year and dating for another. He noticed when Billy started to eat more, catching him in the kitchen eating pieces of bread or entire sleeves of crackers in one sitting. He noticed Billy having to go to the bathroom at every single place they stopped at, the gas station, the grocery store, pulling off the side of the road, at every single bathroom in the mall. He noticed how much soda and beer and water and gatorade and everything else Billy was drinking, triple of what he usually did. He noticed how many times Billy got up at night. He noticed the dark circles around his eyes and how his muscles were shrinking, his stomach sinking in.Â
Billy just kept saying the same thing though.Â
ââM fine, Steve. Just tired.â And Steve believed him. For weeks. And weeks.Â
Steve was at work, puttering away at the Family Video. He didnât go to college, Billy was working at the body shop while he got his mechanics certificates so he took part time hours. It was a good combo.
He was wiping down shelves when he got the phone call. Billy was supposed to be working on Eddieâs van, a trade for some pot. It was a normal day, a normal thing, Eddieâs van always needed something done to it and Billy always ransacked Eddieâs record collection, it was an easy thing between them. Steve had left before Billy woke up, getting dressed in their living room so Billy could stay wrapped up in their blankets in the dark. He didnât think anything of it.Â
But one phone, just one, and Steve was lost.Â
âFamily Video, how can I-â Steve started when the work phone buzzed, hip leaned against the counter, what he was supposed to say memorized. Eddieâs voice cut him off, pithy and cawing as always when he was flustered.Â
âHey Steve, I just had to call 911 for Billy. No idea his name was William, um anyway, he is super sick theyâre taking him to the hospital.â Eddie said in a rush. Steve could practically hear him fidgeting but was just frozen.Â
âIs he okay?â Steve asked, the words coming from his throat without his brain coming back online yet. Eddie swallowed before answering.Â
âNo dude, heâs not okay. He was like just standing in my driveway, all red faced like heâd ran a mile, not breathing right, he didnât know what was going on and then he was puking. His eyes were like⌠way messed up. Did you smell that like⌠I dunno, cereal smell on him? You need to go to the hospital âcause I donât think he was even talking when they took him. Um⌠Hawkins Unity Hospital. Thatâs where they went.â Eddie said, voice serious as he explained. Steve felt ice cold as he stood there, looking at the front of the empty store.Â
He put the phone down, not saying goodbye, not saying anything. He locked the store doors behind him, barely sane enough to grab his keys. He felt⌠out of his body. He didnât even know how he drove, didnât remember getting to his car or anything until he was standing in front of the welcome desk at the hospital, its bright white lights blinding.Â
âWilliam Hargrove?â Steve felt weird saying Billyâs name. He didnât know what else to say to the woman at the desk. He just stared at her, watching her mouth move but he couldnât hear her. He looked at her for a long time before saying âhuh?â.Â
âAre you Steve? You were on his forms, you can go see him. The nurse is with him right now, she can fill you in.â The lady repeated and Steve nodded, good. Good. He turned to look at the hallways but the lady was saying something else to him.Â
âTake the elevator up to pediatrics, heâll be in room 16B, thatâs the ICU room in the endocrinology unit. You can get his intake forms and his paperwork at the nurseâs station up there.â The woman told him and Steve tried to remember it all. Pediatrics, Billy was 19 thatâs too old isnât? What did she say.. Endocrinology? What was that? Broke bones? Brain stuff? Steve felt the elevator stop and the walls were a light blue in the corridor. ICU room⌠twelve, thirteen, fourteen,
âCan I help you?â A nurse asked as she passed Steve, coming up beside him. He looked around at the doors.Â
Suddenly he was right there in the hospital hallway, standing in his shoes, his family video vest still on, looking at a nurse, everything happening around him. It was like a ton of bricks were dumped on him at once. He just wanted Billy.Â
âHa-Hargroveâ He said, feeling like he was suffocating, staring at the nurseâs green eyes as she gave him a sad smile. He followed until she reached the room closest to the nurseâs station. He didnât wanna look, he didnât wanna see the papers on the door or the board on the wall âBillyâ written in blue.Â
Steve couldnât move as he stood just inside the doorway.Â
Billy was right there, blonde hair still pulled back in a loose bun, eyes closed, dark lashes perfect against his cheek, blanket pulled up to his collar, bare chested, he looked⌠Why didnât Steve see it before? He felt sick as he looked at the way Billyâs collar stuck up, the black rings around his eyes, his sunken in cheeks, the smell. Like nail polish remover. It was so heavy in the sterile air. Steve didnât wanna look at the IVs, the tubes creeping under Billyâs blanket on either side of him.Â
âHeâs just resting right now. He didnât get hurt when he fell down but heâs very sick. You can come sit down.â The nurse that had been sitting nearby in the room, a small desk to the side. Steve walked in, there was a beeping that sounded so loud. Too loud. He couldnât pull his eyes away from his boyfriend, even as he sat down, he just⌠looked at him.Â
âAre you⌠Steve Harrington?â The woman asked after a moment, looking at a sheet of paper in front of her. Steve nodded, mumbling an answer.Â
âYes maâam.â Steve remembered when Billy had gone in to get his senior shots and had to fill out his paperwork. Heâd asked to put Steve down as his emergency contact, that he had access to all his medical information. Steve had been tickled and joked that he was going to abuse the power when it came up. He didnât think it would come up.Â
âHeâs in diabetic ketoacidosis. DKA, which is a life threatening condition, most people come in sooner. We donât think heâll have any lasting effects though.â The nurse explained and Steve turned to her. Dia what?
âItâs an autoimmune condition. The immune system kills off the pancreas, to say in the simplest terms. The pancreas makes insulin, which breaks down carbohydrates that we eat. Carbs give us energy, and it handles much more than that but that is the core idea. Without insulin the blood sugar rises, which causes this.â She said and waved a hand to Billy, breathing easy, resting. Steve didnât understand. Billy was healthy, super healthy especially after he stopped smoking and drinking as much.Â
âWe administer insulin to bring down the blood sugar slowly, he gets back into range, his body will heal. However there isnât a cure. Insulin injections are needed daily to keep the blood sugar levels within range. This is something heâll deal with for the rest of his life.â The nurse said, her voice cold, solemn. Steve blinked and took it in. Tried to take it in.Â
âIs he gonna be okay?â Steve said, forcing his jaw to open, the words an effort, every syllable a struggle. He looked at the nurseâs face, staring into her eyes, because he was lost.Â
âIt will be⌠Itâs not easy. Heâll be back again and again, he has to monitor his every dose, everything he eats. It will not be easy for him. Are you his.. roommate?â The nurse explained before opening a drawer in her desk. Steve nodded as tears welled up in his eyes. How could something so horrible happen? How could- Why would this happen to Billy?
The nurse sat back up and held out two pamphlets. âDealing with loved ones Newly Diagnosed with T1Dâ and a second one âLiving with T1D- Partnerâs guideâ. Steve stared down at them and looked at the nurse. Whatâs T1D? He thought.Â
âIn medical terms what William-â The nurse started but Steve shook his head. That- They shouldnât call him that.Â
âHis nameâs Billy.â Steve said and looked back at his lover. The nurse nodded and gave another sad smile.Â
âOf course. What Billy has is called diabetes mellitus, but itâs commonly known as type one diabetes. T1D, as youâll see almost everywhere, is the abbreviation. Now, why donât you read through those while we wait for his next blood draw. Every hour weâre going to be checking his blood sugar with a finger prick, every three we do a blood draw. He canât eat anything but youâre welcome to go to the family room down the hall, thereâs vending machines and coffee. Iâll have you fill out his paperwork once he's awake. Letâs let him rest now, yeah?â The nurse said and stood up, gathering up her paperwork sheâd been working on. Steve watched her, looking at the papers in his hands.Â
âCome get me or ring the bell if anything happens. A nurse will be in at 2:15.â She said as she left and Steve nodded. He looked back at Billy, waiting till the door was closed to drag his chair right up to the side of the bed.Â
He looked down at Billyâs hand, an IV on the top of it, he let the tears slip down his face as he looked at it. Billy hated the doctor. Threw a complete fit, even though he wasnât scared of needles or blood draws, just hated the smell of it. And heâd hate not being able to eat. He loved eating. Especially lately.Â
Steve wiped his face on his vest. Heâd clean it if he ever went back to work. Heâd have to go back to work. He should call and say he wasnât going to be in for a while. How long would this last? When was Billy going to come home? When was he going to be⌠okay again?Â
âI can hear you thinkinâ Harrington.â Billy mumbled as his eyes opened. His eyes hurt still. Everything hurt. Heâd puked his guts out. Steve looked up at him, eyes all watery, and smiled. Billy felt like shit he couldnât even appreciate how dorky Steve looked in his uniform.Â
âHey, hey, how do you feel? Are you okay? Comfortable?â Steve asked, not wanting to touch Billy just in case he was hurt, or didnât want to be touched. He ended up just holding the edge of the bed. Billy took a breath and blinked up at the ceiling. He was cold, his belt was too tight, and he had to piss. He always had to piss these days. And his shoes were still on.Â
âIâd make a sex joke but I feel too fucking bad. Can you take my shoes off for me? Belt too. Whereâs my shirt?â Billy asked and Steve nodded, moving to the end of the bed, pulling the blanket to the side. Jesus, howâd he not notice the way Billyâs muscles had gone down so badly. He undid the laces of his blue and white sneakers and pushed them under the bed. Billy huffed and looked at his arms, IV in one hand, crook of his other arm. Gross. He watched as Steve flicked open his belt with hands so practiced he could feel a joke at the tip of his tongue, his brain was just⌠too slow to catch it.Â
âThere we go! Much better.â Steve said and smiled, trying to be positive but then he looked at Billy, thin and sick in the white sheeted bed, the smell of medicine thick, the smell of sickness even thicker, eyes unfocused and struggling. He couldnât help as he cried, sobs wracking through him as he fell back into his chair beside Billy.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby, I shouldâve seen- I shouldâve made you come in sooner. Iâm sorry.â Steve said as he cried, forehead on the edge of the bed, crying so hard he was sucking in air. There was a hand on his head, fingers in his hair.Â
âQuit crying, you big sissy.â Billy said but there was no force behind it. Steve cried until he was done, wiping his face with most of the box of tissues on the bedside. He just looked at Billy after, resolute that heâd make it up to him. To be there as they figured this whole thing out.Â
Billy never got sick. He didnât get colds, he didnât get the flu, heâd never had chicken pox. So sitting in the hospital for the third day in a row, he was broken down. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasnât a grisly grown man. He was in the pediatrics department surrounded by nice lady nurses and he was a blubbery mess by day three.Â
Steve stayed. He went home once to get some clean clothes for them both, even though Billy kept his shirt off for the IVs. He slept on the shitty chair in the room, he called his boss, he called their friends, he called Billyâs step mom and talked to Max. He read his pamphlets. He read the enormous pink and white book they had highlighted and marked for him. He cried in the family room away from Billy, lying and saying he was making coffee. He talked to an older woman whoâs twelve year old daughter was going through the same thing, lamenting that âwhy didnât we see itâ. He ate shitty sandwiches in the cafeteria before going and sitting next to Billy.Â
It was around the clock. Every three hours for three days straight. Every hour for three days straight. Billy was exhausted, Billy hurt, Billy had a screaming fit at 6am when a new nurse turned on all his lights when everyone else tried their best to let him get some rest, the lovely sympathetic nurses. He was falling apart at the seams.Â
Day three was the worst one they had. Three days they had been slowly thrown into the roaring ocean. Injections with everything you eat, how to see what food has what carbs, what is a carb, what is insulin, how to store insulin, how to calculate how much to take, what happens when you take too much, what to do when you donât take enough, where to inject, how to inject, what to do when youâre sick, what to do if you get a stomachache, remember to take your medicine, if you need help, ask.Â
If you need help, ask.Â
Day three was the worst day they had because Billy was on edge, and Steve didnât know how to help when Billy looked at him, those eyes glittering with tears, no one else around and just whimpered a heartbreaking âHelp meâ.Â
Day four was better. Day four Billy got his IVs taken away. Day four Billy got to eat. Day four Billy got to have a Steve assisted shower, put on clean clothes, and eat. He got to walk to the window and look out at the street below. Day four he got to have visitors since he was dressed. Day four it was every eight hours on blood draws and every other hour on his finger pokes. He was getting pretty good with the finger pricks. He could dial down the lancet, or âpokerâ as everyone called it, and went on the sides of his fingers which hurt less.Â
Steve made an excuse saying Billy was shy around girls so he helped in the shower, making him sit down, his legs a little shaky, and scrubbed his hair, having ran home to bring his hair care and other hygiene products to the hospital. Billy felt a lot better, being clean helped, but his blood sugar was down. He just had to take his first injection.Â
âYou can have anything you want. For the first six months no concentrated sugars, soda, candy, juice, really sweet cereals, that kind of stuff. After that you can eat whatever you want. Weâre gonna let you eat whatever you want now, and then dose you after but after that itâs dose then eat. Got it?â The main doctor, a redheaded woman, explained to Billy as he sat up in his bed, table pulled in front of him. Heâd never had a girl doctor before, but he liked her. She was no nonsense but⌠tender. Steve liked her too. Trusted her.Â
âIâd fuc-â Billy started with a toothy smile but she snapped her fingers at him, a finger pointed at his face.Â
âDonât swear.â The doctor said and Steve covered a laugh.Â
âIâd kill for a beer and a pizza.â Billy said he almost sounded⌠hopeful. Looking at the doctor, waiting for her to answer. She huffed and rolled her eyes before cocking her head as she looked back at him. Steve was waiting, pizza was a lot and could Billy even-
âI do not want to see a beer enter or leave this room. Pizzaâs fine. Eat as much as you want, I know youâre starving.â The doctor said and left, leaving Billy grinning and Steve with his mouth hanging open. She didnât say no to a beer? Billy turned to him with a twinkle in his eye, something that Steve hadnât seen in a long while.Â
âShe said not to see it. Put it in your pants, I don't care. I want a tall boy and a supreme from pizza hut. Now.â Billy said and Steve was standing up, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. Max would be around after school, heâd be able to pick her up since he knew Susan worked. He checked the door before leaning down to kiss Billy, not missing the sugar smell that was finally cleared away from his breath.Â
The nurses came in with Steve, tailing him as he returned with a large Pizza and a paper bag. Billy looked like a rabid dog once he saw the pizza box. The nurses made sure to tell him to keep count of how many slices he ate and if there was anything else he ate or drank. They closed the door behind them.Â
Billy ate like, well, a man starved. He ate an entire pizza, drinking his cold beer happily before crushing the can and putting it back in the bag, not before looking at the label, 15 carbs. He sat back in his bed, content and happy, as Steve dampened a tissue to clean his face off, mumbling about being a dog.Â
âI love you Steve, you donât have to watch them do this.â Billy said when he rang his call button. Steve wasnât a big fan of shots. Steve stood by his bed, holding his hand for a minute. They were in this together. Plus Steve had been practicing on oranges in the family room with some of the student nurses.Â
âNah, Iâve got you. Always.â Steve answered and gave Billyâs hand a squeeze.Â
The first one is the worst one, theyâd been warned. But Billy was surprised that it wasnât⌠Well, it wasnât bad. Heâd had more painful tattoos. The needle was tiny, though the medicine was cold and burned a little in his arm, it wasnât bad. Steve was relieved because it was easy. Simple math, addition, division. Air in the vial, then draw it up in the syringe, try not to waste any, clean the spot, little poke, done.Â
âYouâll have to give yourself one before you leave, but I think this is a good first step.â The nurse had said when Billy rubbed his arm and gave them a thumbs up. Max showed up, letting Billy give her shit for an hour, and left, leaving her radio in her chair without a word.Â
Day five was better too, Steve gave Billy his first dose, waiting happily as they got to eat together finally, to-go boxes from the diner in front of them, Maxâs radio humming in the corner. It was nice.Â
And for the next three days it was pretty good. Especially when Billy finally gave himself his first dose, stuck in the measly fat on his stomach, his first.Â
They got lecture after lecture, information overload, reassured that theyâll figure it out as they go because every case, and at once point an older woman came in sat on Billyâs bed with him and told him that sheâd been diagnosed only a year after the medicine that kept them both alive was first administered. That had really hit Billy. He relied on a medicine to keep him alive and it had only been around for sixty years. Without it heâd die. And there are people who were there when it was invented, still around today. It made him quiet for a long time.Â
Day eight they were told discharge papers would be waiting when they got up in the morning. And they were out of there by noon. A new chapter.Â
Steve drove them home, glad to have Billy back where he belonged. Heâd gone through the house and deep cleaned it the day before while some of Billyâs friends visited him. He cleaned everything with lemon scented soaps, getting the fruity smell out. He tossed their sodas (gave them to Dustin), candy (Eddie), and anything else that counted as âconcentrated sugarsâ. Heâd stocked up on snacks, jerky, peanuts, cheesesticks, anything Billy ate that didnât have carbs. He made sure there was a space for Billyâs medicine in the fridge and a spot in their cabinets for his supplies, containers for his lancets and test strips.Â
And they got on with life. Steve went back to work, picking up more shifts. Billy was slowly getting better. He did odd jobs fixing cars, just to help pay the bills. Sometimes it was harder, of course it was. Some nights they were up all night, crying and struggling, Billy cried a lot at night, away from all the eyes, weeping in Steveâs arms because why did it have to be him. Why did this happen to him? And Steve was always there to cry with him, whispering that he didnât know and that he wished he could take it instead. But in the morning they ignored their puffy eyes and kept going. Going through it all.Â
Billyâs sugar high and making him a raging maniac before coming down and making him feel like the worst person who ever lived. Sometimes his sugar went low and became the most vile and hateful person Steve had ever seen only for it to come back up and Billy couldnât remember any of it.Â
They had their fights. Billy not being careful enough, Steve overstepping, Billy doing all he could and still feeling like a failure, Steve unable to help at all. But the thing was about them both.Â
They were both stubborn bastards in their own ways. So no matter what, they still huffed and grumbled, sitting together in the doctorâs waiting room. Because there was no one else who got it. It was just them.Â
#egg_company#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#harringrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#billy hargrove#type one diabetic#i am in fact a diabetic
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Whispering Flower (Easter Ending 3) (Bassie x Reader)
Kinda disappointed bassie wasn't last because that'd be a little funny/j/lh
Notes: gn toon reader, potential ooc, bassie is eager and leans into the games general expectations, you both have a serious talk, pre game, jealous bassie, she kind of... is going through it a little- definitely starting to feel the pressure of being a main and thats bleeding into other parts of her life, it gets messy, there is a happy ending here... kinda. you guys do talk it out, cocoa next ending i just cant say when shes going to be posted
Word Count: 2.7k
CWs: i dont think there needs to be one? but theres a slight description of bassie have a small breakdown
You push your hand in deeper⌠and all eyes are on youâŚ
Your fingers wrap around something, and you pull outâŚ
Something soft- almost delicate. Your fingers retract almost instantly out of fear that whatever it was, youâd crush it in your hold. How it hadnât already been flattened into a crumbled mass in the bag was a mystery- and quite frankly you were almost a little impressed. After a second or two standing under the expectant gazes of everyoneâs eyes you push your hand back forward and carefully wrap your fingers around whatever it was⌠and almost agonizingly slowly you draw out whatever it was.
Two flowers, dried and preserved. Connected at the stem⌠you almost felt a twinge of annoyance that someone would put something so delicate into a bag- though you were sure it was far from the worst item choice inside the sack. The chance to scrape your brain for any idea of who could have been the one to put the item in is taken from you as a split second squeal suddenly silences itself. A moment later Bassie, now sheepish, shuffled to your side to mumble something about it being hers.Â
Despite the light embarrassment for her obvious display of the eagerness of being chosen- even by coincidence- her eyes still held some glimmer of⌠well, being picked. Bassie lightly pushed Cocoa- who still had her paw resting comfortingly on your shoulder- to the side.Â
Dandy stood quietly and watched the entire near wordless exchange before he recovered enough to clear his throat.Â
âRight! Bassie! Bassie and Dewdrop, Iâm sure you both know how the game is supposed to go- to the gift shop with you!â Dandy turned to Vee, and fluttered his eyes. The television scoffed, before repeating the importance of getting a move on⌠she didnât seem like she was going to wait for much longer to start the time. Bassie looked like she wanted to hold your hand⌠but settled on holding her own- clasping them together in front of her as you both shuffled out of everyoneâs sights. Down the hall, to the right⌠into the gifthop- and through the open staff door. The smell of flowers from the gift shop was almost nauseating as you shut the door; sealing the scent away from you for the time being.Â
Bassie stood not too far away, shuffling her feet together quietly⌠she didnât take a space against the wall or on the floor. Instead, she just stood there with nothing to lean her body against. You werenât sure you blamed her entirely⌠the storage room looked like it hadnât gotten a proper cleaning in a long long time⌠dust caked the floor and the walls didnât look much better. Tracks carved themselves from the entrance and the second door- you didnât even notice that there was a third door until you brushed against the cold metal handles of it. Double doors⌠where they lead⌠you had no theory.Â
One of Bassieâs hands rises to her right handle and readjusts it.Â
In the darkness you could tell that her flowers were⌠different. You swear they were different colors earlier today- there were more pink flowers earlier⌠they were still there, but light blue ones had joined the pink and purple petals piled into her head.Â
You point to your head almost awkwardly. âDid you change your flowers?â
Bassieâs fiddling hand froze mid shift and remained hooked around her handle. Her fingers pinched the woven material gently, before running the skin over the⌠what were baskets made of, exactly?Â
The catlike smile she usually kept on her face shifted slightly, parting barely as her first attempt to respond failed her. âI did-! I did!â She finally managed to get out, her words chirping in a higher note⌠forced, but there was an undertone of genuine joy in her voice.Â
You only nod in response⌠before realizing it made you come off as disinterested⌠and in the face of her happiness it made you feel a little bit like a jerk. âIt looks nice⌠something different- fresh, you know?â Your hands swung awkwardly at your sides as you looked around the storage room. So⌠so much merch of toons- mostly the mains⌠all of the Easter toons were here, though⌠as well as some off colored plushies of some non-holiday toons. âSkinsâ in a weird way⌠even if some of them⌠were a little ugly. You decided it was best Looey didnât know what they did to his likeness⌠assuming he didnât come into the room later for his turn. If he got one.Â
âIâm really glad you picked me- I know it's only a coincidence, but,â Bassie caught your attention again as she broke through the pause of silence. Her eyes lowered to the floor as her feet shifted around in the dust and disturbed it⌠the grey matter sticking to her green stocking and staining them a faded color, clumps of it sticking to the faint fuzz. You swear you saw some shedded strands of hair in the mess. The effort it took to keep your face straight and to pry your eyes off of the⌠not very pleasant sight⌠itâs not like it was her fault- in hindsight you both probably should have stuck in the gift shop itself.Â
âIâm glad?âÂ
You couldnât keep the confusion out of your voice as you tried to look anywhere but her stockings. The stacks of plushies looming over you suddenly felt intimidating as they stared down at you with the same intensity of the stare you were under in the lobby- albeit this time it was all lifeless. You never noticed how much Pebble stared until you saw the emphasized bulging eyes of his plush. The back of your would be neck burned under the false stare as you continued to find somewhere to look- but each attempt forced your stare back into motion. The current task preoccupied your mind enough to hide the fact that Bassie had shuffled even closer to you- her hands still clasped in front of her- her own quickened breathing undetected to you until your eyes finally landed on her face- mere inches away.Â
âWoah- woah woah woah hey-!â You sputtered as you backed up a foot or two. In an instant Bassie began to backtrack.Â
âSorry- sorry- I just thought-â Her hands flung to her mouth and covered it. â-I just thought thatâ with the game, youâdâŚâ Her eyes snapped to the floor where your gaze once settled itself on. Your mouth stretched in a slanted line, your mind still reeling from the sudden turn of events.
She wasnât⌠wrong.Â
The implications of the game were clear, even to you if this was your first time playing⌠but that didnât shake the feeling of shock. Now you were shuffling your feet around as you racked your brain for any idea of how to make the situation just a little less awkward. Your mouth felt dry and you were fighting the urge to start coughing as dust clung to the back of your throat- no doubt going into a coughing fit would make things even worse⌠it certainly didnât help that you were pretty sure Bassie was absolutely covered in pollen and that was starting to have an effect on you⌠how cruel it was for God to give you seasonal allergies, and to stick you in a room with a beacon of natureâs means of reproduction.Â
âItâs nothing against you- I mean I donât⌠you kind of just swooped in, you know? Take a toon out for dinner at least,â You added the joke last minute in an attempt to try to soften the blow of rejection. It's not that you⌠disliked Bassie⌠and truth be told if she had asked or given some form of warning you may have leaned into her idea of what to do for the seven minutes.Â
âHow come you and Cocoa are so⌠close.. All of a sudden?â She suddenly spoke up.Â
The sudden mention of the rabbit caught you completely off guard, more than her advancement a moment ago⌠and maybe you were wrong but you thought you saw a twinge of jealousy in her eyes as her stare sharpened against the floor.Â
A soft huh pushed her to keep going.Â
âYou never used to let her hang on to you like that- or maybe Iâm misremembering?âÂ
You scrunched your face. What was she⌠and then you remembered- the paw Cocoa had settled on your shoulder to keep you steady, and the paw that remained as you gathered with everyone else for the game. You didnât think anyone would notice- and you had tuned out the feel of Cocoaâs hold on you.Â
âOh- that,â You made a weird humming sound.Â
It was⌠weird to bring up Cocoa in specific, you werenât going to lie. Youâve been close to other toons before in front of Bassie, but⌠it seemed there was a line that you unknowingly crossed.Â
The hostility in the basketâs voice was unmistakable as she dedicated herself to silently stewing in front of you.Â
âShe was just making sure I didnât bump into anyone else- you shouldâve seen it, hit her and Flyte- she was just worried is all-âÂ
And she huffed at you.
Your face dropped itâs confused look and morphed into a frown, while Bassieâs turned into a barely contained scowl.Â
âOf course sheâd jump on the chance toâŚâ She trailed off through clenched teeth as she finally brought her hot gaze up to you⌠the hostility in them you werenât sure was aimed at you or the other holiday toon down the hall. Maybe both. She looked at you like you had somehow betrayed her. You did your best to stand your ground under her glare.Â
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing, I think itâs sweet that she-âÂ
âI could have done that, why didnât you ask me?â She cut you off. You fall quiet.Â
This was nothing like the quiet wallflowery toon you had gotten used to being around. There was a certain resentment in her stance that could be seen from a mile away.Â
Passing glares shot to the rabbit and the way she fell silent the moment Cocoa had started to speak suddenly became obvious as you rapidly combed through your memories in a desperate search for something to say to calm the toon down.Â
âDo you⌠not like Cocoa?âÂ
âYes!â She blurted out. âNo!.. No I-â she backtracked for the second time and took a hissing breath through her clenched teeth.Â
âI donât.â She finally drew out as she stepped away from her spot in the middle of the room and leaned against one of the walls- before letting herself slump down into the dust⌠you donât immediately say anything as Bassie pulled her knees to her chest and wilted into herself.Â
âEveryone fawns over her- followers her lead⌠thatâs supposed to be my job,â She mumbled under her breath as the fire in her rapidly died into something mushy and sopping wet. There was still a hot storm of emotion swirling in her black eyes as her fingers dug into her knees.
You let her statement hang in the air.Â
It was a lot to unpack. How could you even start to unpack it? As far as you were concerned the pair were friends- at least thatâs how Cocoa made it seem whenever she talked about Bassie⌠and you had always assumed Bassie was⌠being herself⌠when she clammed up around the rabbit.Â
A soft sigh escaped your throat as you followed the main to her sitting spot and settled yourself next to her with plenty of space between the two of you.Â
âHave you⌠talked to her about it?âÂ
Bassieâs fingers sunk deeper into her legs before they forced themselves away to find themselves lightly tugging on her handles. Some hesitation⌠and you reach your hand to place over hers to stop the yanking.Â
âWhat is there to talk about-âÂ
Her hands were so tense under yours as they twitched and scraped at the weaved patterns all over her head. At least your touch made the yanking stop.Â
âShe should know that it's my job- its what I was made for- Iâm the one plastered everywhere not her.âÂ
You frowned.Â
This was. Far above your paygrade- and you werenât being paid at all. Playing therapist for someone in a dark closet was the last thing you thought you were going to be doing tonight.Â
âIâm sure she doesnât mean to step on your toes?â You pulled your hand away and let your sweaty palm rest on the floor. Youâd clean later.Â
âI mean⌠itâs⌠Cocoa⌠Iâm sure if you told her she would underst-â
âYou wouldnât get it, youâre just a.. Youâre not a main toon like me- youâre not put under the same standards like I am.â She cut over you again before taking a deep breath. Once more her hands shifted around; one of her hands finds themselves to one of her flowers- which had been slightly jostled out of its secure spot in her basket and hung limply over the edge. The blue petal is pinched between her fingers⌠and it barely keeps itself attached to the rest of the flower as she rubbed the petal.Â
She did have a point. Even if her tone was sharp and her breathing was rapid and shallow.Â
You werenât a main, and youâd probably never know just how much pressure theyâre put under. The best you could say was that you saw how the staff held higher expectations for them and they were more likely to be swamped by visitors- but the true extent?Â
âWell-â
The door swings open as Dandy announces time was up. In an instant Bassie started to try to regain herself. The flower toon stood in the doorway awkwardly for a few seconds as he surveyed the mess in front of him.Â
Horribly he almost looked faintly pleased that the two of you werenât having that good of a time.Â
âUhm⌠timeâs up..!â He repeated before shuffling out of the doorway- the light flooding in now that he wasnât blocking it out. You shout after him about knocking next time- your discomfort shoved to the side to make way for pure annoyance. Bassie wasted no time in standing to her feet- and with a half hearted attempt to get the mess off of her she beelined quickly for the door.Â
âHey-â You shoved yourself off of the floor and tried to rush after her⌠for someone so⌠short⌠you didnât expect her to be so fast. You were almost tempted to make a grab for her but your hand froze before it could wrap around her wrist.Â
She didnât stop for you. In less than a second she was in the doorway of the gift shop and making her escape.Â
âI want to understand- can you at least-â You tried to keep up with her.Â
She at least slowed down enough to let you catch up.Â
âI donât want to say right off the bat that I get whatâs going on, or that I have answers- butâŚâ You loop around her side. Her face still obviously looked distressed as she fought hard to make her expression neutral.
âWhy donât we go up to my room for now? At least until youâre feeling better-âÂ
You had a sick feeling Cocoa would come ask what was wrong the second she noticed Bassieâs state⌠and you had a sicker feeling that it would make things so much worse.Â
Bassieâs hands balled at her sides.Â
âŚand she didnât verbally answer as another wave of emotion rolled over her. Just another crack in whatever dam she had built up inside her- you didnât make too much of a fuss over the tears pin pricking her eyes.Â
âCome on,âÂ
And⌠at least as best as you could, you tried to sneak Bassie to one of the large elevators in the main lobby to bring her to your room⌠you could only hope that no one noticed you- as their backs turned to the two of you, focused on the current game.
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Razor's grip - part four
other chapters: 1 2 3
â¨Notes: Hiii! I hope you enjoy this part as well, it isn't proofread yet, it might be incoherent in some parts, but I will edit it later. I would love feedback and advice where is needed. đ
â¨Characters: Sylus, non-mc!reader, Philip the shop owner, gang members
â¨word count: 1672
â¨warnings: men being weird, curse words at some point, death (insinuated), low-key stalking

Sylus wasnât one to make rash decisions without a reason behind them. He also didnât want useless elements anywhere near him; after all, the more, the harder to control. In this case, the first time the shop owner mentioned a certain student whose name appeared on very interesting papers Sylus paid no mind. He almost didnât even recognize your name in some old files from Ever. Curiosity got the better of him and read your file: med student, an internship at Ever that was cut short without explanation. This intrigued him. He tried searching for an explanation on why was the internship so short, why did you give up, only to research protocores and the such.
After some days passed, he got his hands on a report from around that time. It stated that there was an incident regarding a procedure that was supposed to implant low energy protocores in some patients, then slowly raise the level of energy gradually while inside the body through different methods. However, things didnât go as planned.
But there was no mention of you being present there in that moment.
Soon after, you gave up the internship at Ever, dropped out of medical school and enrolled in the University of Physics and Astronomy of Linkon City. Quite the change, you could say.
Sylus could feel something weird was happening the moment that one day, he came across a photo of you walking down the street, unknowing, and your address in newer files.
If you werenât there that night, left with no problems, why would they put so much effort in keeping tabs on you?
That was the moment he decided that maybe Philip would appreciate a pair of hands in his shop that could help him. If Ever was so interested in your person, maybe you would prove to be an ace up his sleeve.
The night he saw you face to face for the first time, blood and sweat on your face he felt something close to familiarity. The fire in your eyes, the need to negotiate even if your life mightâve been in danger, startled something in him. He didnât know what for sure, maybe amusement? Whatever it was, it made him want to see what will you do.
The week passed almost without noticing. You were starting to get used to the change. At first, the only thing you did was write reports and do the calculations for Philip to ease his work. He taught you new things, becoming your colleague and professor at the same time. Then, trying to help him more, you also started to work on the enhancers and repair broken pieces.
Sunday, while almost pulling your hair out because your results were far from the correct answer, you noticed Sylus standing in the door frame, waiting to be noticed. In his hand was a bag.
âI was wondering if, waiting for you to notice me, I will turn into a clothes hangerâ, he says almost displeased.
âDid you go shopping and missed me?â, you reply dryly.
His only answer is a half smirk, while walking towards you. Sylus drops the bag on you papers and says:
âGo change quickly.â
In the bag were black dress pants and a jacket. They were beautifully tailored, fitting you like a second skin. The jacket was made a little longer than most would be. It closed with a red leather belt. They were comfortable and looked good. You put your hair in a bun, put on some shoes, and get in the car with Sylus.
âThank you for the suitâ, you say. It was unexpected, but much needed. You didnât really have nice clothes and most of the time, near him, you feel inadequate anyway. âWhere are we going?â
âA meetingâ, he answers shortly, leaving no place for other discussions.
A deep sigh leaves your chest and chose to look out the window.
Sylus watches you with the corner of his eye, unbeknownst to you. He didnât think the suit will look this good on your body. It was indeed simple, black and a speck of red. Did the red of the belt match the red of his eyes? Maybe. Did it stir a form of pride the fact that you wore his colors, while walking with that silent confidence of yours? Maybe. Your presence had a strange calming effect on him. There was only one person who could truly make him feel happy and calm, but it mustnât be wrong to feel pleased with his employee. After all, you were the ace up his sleeve.
The meeting was held in the same hotel from almost a week ago. Sylus signals with a nod to follow him, which you do. He leads you in a room that would seem pretty cozy â as cozy as it could be in a hotel in the N109 Zone â if it werenât for the two guys that were already sitting at the table and their bodyguards behind them.
The one whom you guessed to be the boss, looked intimidating â black hair that was kept in place by too much gel, a big nose in the center of his face and lips that were too thin and slim. His eyes got a glint of mischief when looking at you, they trailed over your body in a way that made your stomach want to get out through your throat. His body was too buff for the suit he wore.
Next to this man, was another that looked sickly â pale with long limbs, dark circles under his brown eyes that were partially masked by his round glasses. Blonde hair that looked messy fell in curls on his forehead.
None of them looked trustworthy.
âGood evening, Mr. Sylus! I see you brought a friendâ, the buff man says with a tone that perhaps held a little too much arrogance. âQuite the beautiful lady.â
Sylus pulls a chair for you then sits down himself, next to you, taking space not only with his body, but his aura. The air felt a little electric around him, your senses picking up danger flowing of off him just like his intoxicating perfume.
âYou may startâ, is the only thing he tells them.
Without other setbacks they start presenting what they called âvery very high grade protocoresâ that were obtained in their labs â those didnât look very high grade. They then started to present the weapons they used them on, how they were the best on the market and so on and so forth. Half way in their speech you zoomed out for a while. The deal was quite simple to understand â they were selling the protocores, weapons and some labs. But there was some missing plot in their fairytale.
The labs were supposed to be very safe and have top technology. Especially, if they used it to enhance and put into weapons as advanced as they were claiming. The personnel of the labs should be composed of top-notch scientists for everything to go this well. Looking at them and what they brought⌠this was very unlikely. Not to say how much it would cost to have one such labâŚ
At your core, you were a very logic person or, at least, thatâs what you wanted to believe. So, if someone says something, they should bring proof. If you want to sell something that promises so much, you should prove that itâs so efficient â reports. You bet that the blonde guy was one of those so called âscientistsâ and the files in front of him are the reports regarding the protocores and weapons. You would love to read those.
It wasnât only the useless talk that wore your patience thin, but the looks the buff man gave you. Your suit and turtleneck were nothing short of decent. He was looking at you like you wore a minidress and poured chocolate on yourself.
Sylus sits relaxed in his seat looking at you from time to time. Your face gives away no emotion, but your eyes were talking. He could see that discomfort was starting to make itself known inside of you by the way you were blinking less, your eyes locked on those two morons in front. The white-haired man wanted to see your assertiveness, how you bite while keeping your voice low.
He knew the deal was bullshit, but he wanted to see you work, keep afloat and ultimately win. He needed to get you out of your shell.
âI think my friend has something to sayâ, are the words that slip past Sylusâs lips, slightly mortifying you.
âI think that some written proof of this efficiency would make what you say more believable.â, you say trying to keep your composure.
The blonde looks unsettled at his boss who no longer looks at you with perverted thoughts. A scowl blooms on his face.
âHow about a pretty girl like you just listens to what us men talk? Stress causes wrinkles, I heardâ
âIt seems that you might know more about wrinkles than protocores. This doesnât raise your credibility, though.â
A chuckle can be heard from your left from Sylus.
You donât know what look did Sylus give them, however it doesnât really matter as the files find themselves in your hands.
It takes a while to understand them completely, but when you do⌠they are laughable.
âIt might have been alright, if what youâve brought here today was the real thing, butâŚreading this I see that you are still making mistakes that are weird for such good scientists. The major problem â actually, one of the major problems â is that you are altering them in unsafe conditions at unsafe rates. You are forcing low grade ones to try and pass them as high grade, while making them unstable. These are real time bombs, nothing else."
Your words sealed their fate. Not only was the deal a bad one, but their intent was to fool him. That wouldnât do.
Sylus signaled you to leave, which you are very happy to. There are no questions about what happened after you left as gunshots were heard down the hall.
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tags: @m00njinnie @allura-miss @phisen
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akaashi keiji x fem!reader
summary: being the manager of the msby black jackals is stressful, but when a handsome stranger shows up, you think you mightâve stumbled upon a hidden perk.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, post-time skip, kissing, oral sex, blowjobs, p in v, smut, fluff
wc: 5.3k
a/n: watched the movie last night and i cried (if you saw this post before, no you didn't) <3
also on ao3!
Six months in, and you think you might be ready to quit your job.
Sure, securing a job as the MSBY Black Jackalâs manager was one of your proudest achievements, but no one had told you that youâd be dealing with men like this. You understood that you were in the presence of some of the finest sporting talent in Japan, but these men were wildly immature.
Itâs why youâre here now, glaring at the man who had made fun of his teammate.
âWhat were you thinking?â you hiss, pointing your pen at the offending man.
Atsumu groans, his head tipping back against the wall of the locker room. âI was only having a little fun.â
âA little fun,â you reply, nodding along, âright, and thatâs why Bokuto is off sulking in who knows where!â
âCâmon!â Atsumu protests, leaning forward, staring at you desperately, âI made a comment on the color of his shoes! How was I supposed to know that was gonna set him off?â
You can feel a headache begin to set in and you sigh, pointing towards the door of the locker room.
âJust go warm up, okay? Iâll try and find Bokuto.â
Atsumu nods, and has the grace to look at least a little apologetic as he pats your shoulder and leaves.
You follow him soon after, out of the locker room. Bokutoâs sulking most likely meant he wasnât going to perform as well. You knew about his bouts of being discouraged, had seen it during the occasional game when something would set him off. People are milling about, and you quicken your pace, turning a corner to finally find Bokuto sitting on a bench.
âBokuto!â you call out, the relief in your voice clear.
The outside hitter looks up at you, a pout on his face.Â
âYou ready for the game?â you ask, putting on a wide smile to try and make him feel better.
âDo you think theyâre ugly?âÂ
âW- what?â
âMy shoes,â he says, pointing at them, âdo you think theyâre ugly?â
You have half the mind to tell him that theyâre just shoes and that he should grow up, but the look of utter despair on his face has you holding back. A quick glance down at his shoes and from what you can gather, they look relatively⌠normal. You were definitely going to kill Atsumu later.
âThey look fine,â you say, pausing when you see his frown deepen. Your fingers tighten around the clipboard clutched against your chest and you put on a cheery smile, voice pitching up. âI meant they look totally great! And they really suit you!â
Bokuto makes no attempt to move, simply stares down at his shoes and traces one of the stripes absentmindedly. Youâre at your wits end, growing antsy as you check your watch and realize thereâs only 10 minutes before the game starts.
âI could get you some new-â
âYou doing okay?â
A voice breaks in through from behind you and your head turns, brows furrowing when you see an unfamiliar man. The lanyard around his neck has a card attached to it, bold letters spelling out VIP .Â
âAkaashi!â Bokuto sits up, his eyes lighting up for a moment, âdo you like my shoes?â
You stare at the pair of men, bewildered. The man, Akaashi, pats Bokutoâs shoulder and lowers his voice to whisper some words to the pro-volleyball player. In what you think might be the quickest change of mood from Bokuto yet, the volleyball player stands up and gives a hearty laugh, his chest puffing out.Â
Youâre even more stunned when he pats your back happily and jogs off in the direction of the court.
âHow did you do that?â you blurt out, eyes flitting towards the man who was now standing beside you.
âI used to play with Bokuto in highschool,â Akaashi replies, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers. âFukurodani. I was the teamâs setter so I had to get used to Bokuto's little slumps.â
Huh. That did make more sense. You narrow your eyes, examining the man a little more. Heâs handsome, sure, his glasses sitting on the slope of his nose as he shifts on the spot. Akaashi stares back down at you expectantly.
âUh- well, thank you,â you say, holding your hand out and giving him a sheepish smile. âI was afraid I wouldnât be able to get him onto the court at all today.â
âDonât mention it,â he says, his hand shaking yours.Â
You introduce yourselves and he follows you onto the stands, both of you overlooking the two teams as they line up on the court. Nervousness makes you restless, your teeth biting into your lower lip as you watch the players get into position. You really wanted the Jackals to win.
âRelax,â Akaashi murmurs, his head lowering to speak directly into your ear to help you hear better over the roar of the crowd.
Your eyes meet his and he stares back at you intently, his hand squeezing at your shoulder gently. You think some sort of magic might be laced into his words with the way your body loosens slightly, your tense shoulders dropping.
âThank you,â you mumble, giving him a faint smile.
Akaashi smiles back and squeezes your shoulder one more time before his hand drops away. You nearly protest against it, wanting to feel the heat of his body near yours again, but you canât because youâve only just met the man and you arenât that desperate.
The game goes perfectly well, thankfully, and youâre up on the tips of your toes cheering for the Jackals as they shake hands with the other team. Your previous nervousness has all melted away, leaving only a feeling of pure giddiness. Akaashi claps with you, his reaction much more toned down compared to yours.
âYou can come down with me,â you say breathlessly, flicking through a few pages on your clipboard to find the schedule for the post game press conference.
Akaashi nods, his eyes drifting over you for a moment. âYeah, Iâll come. I need to congratulate Bokuto anyways.â
You beam up at him and against better judgment, hand him a copy of the schedule before giving him a wave and disappearing off to meet the team. Akaashi watches as you flutter away, skirt swaying, the piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand.Â
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âNo talk of shoes, okay?â you warn Atsumu as you had him a bottle of cold water. âWe canât have Bokuto breaking down on national television.â
âYou worry too much,â Atsumu complains, pressing the bottle of water against his flushed cheek.
âMy job is on the line!â you argue, giving the man a glare.
Atsumu only gives you a pout and you thank Meian when he comes to get his teammate, grateful for the captainâs unwavering leadership.
You slip into the conference room before long, making sure to give the Jackals an encouraging smile and a thumbs up before you sidle up to the wall, watching as the various reporters ready their questions.
A few bottles of water sit on a table beside you and you reach for one, twisting at the cap. The stupid plastic burns across your skin harshly, making a glare settle on your face as you narrow your eyes at the bottle of water. You try again but to no avail, the cap latching on stubbornly tight. A soft curse gets muttered under your breath before someoneâs hand reaches out, grabbing the bottle of water from you.
You blink in surprise when you realize itâs Akaashi, his hand twisting at the cap effortlessly and breaking the seal.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.
âThatâs the third time today,â he whispers back, his eyes glimmering with mirth, âshould I keep sticking around for more of your thanks?â
A smile pulls at your lips and you glance up at him to find him smiling back.Â
âDonât be an asshole,â you mutter, elbowing him in the side lightly.
Akaashi hums in response, his warm hand grasping at your elbow to hold you in place. You freeze for a moment, surprise flitting across your face but then you lean into him slightly, avoiding his eyes as you press into his side. If he notices, he doesnât say anything, just stands there with you, his eyes trained on the little notes you scribble on paper as the players speak.
To your relief, Atsumu manages to steer clear from the topic of shoes, answering the reportersâ questions thoroughly with a bit of humor thrown in, to lighten the atmosphere of the press conference. You find that you canât really be all that mad at the man, he knew how to get the job done when it came to it.
The press conference comes to a close half an hour later and Akaashi trails after you as you usher the men back into the main foyer.
âGood job everyone,â you announce before flicking through a few pages of your clipboard. âThe Chairman has been impressed with your performance this season, so heâs personally sent a congratulatory cake.â You stare pointedly at Atsumu and Bokuto. âPlease make sure to not make a mess.â
The men are gone in a rush before you can say anything else and you smile fondly, shaking your head.
âYou gonna let me get in on this cake thing?â Akaashi asks, raising his brows.
âYouâre welcome to join,â you reply, shooting him a smile as you try to not sound too eager. âYou do have VIP status, after all.â
Akaashi smiles back and you think it might be a miracle that your legs havenât given out under the soft gaze he sends you.Â
Thankfully, Atsumu and Bokuto donât make a mess although you do spot them bribing Hinata to bring them a few more slices, the orange-haired man utterly oblivious to the fact.
âHey,â Akaashi murmurs, stepping in beside you as you finish off your piece of cake. âYouâve got a little something.â He motions to the corner of your mouth.
âOh!â you flush with embarrassment, wiping at the corner of your mouth with a napkin. âGone?â
âJust a little more,â he says, watching as you try and fail to get rid of the chocolate icing thatâs smudged over your lips and the corner of your mouth. âJust- here, let me.â
You freeze when he reaches out for you, his thumb swiping over your lip and skin gently, cleaning you up.
âNapkin?â you ask weakly, offering it to him so he can clean his thumb.
âNo need.â
Akaashi keeps his eyes on you as he licks the pad of his thumb, your hazy eyes following the motion of his tongue, a rush of heat pooling in your lower stomach.
âDo you-â you begin, clearing your throat when you hear how airy your voice has become, âdo you do this often?â
A smile pulls at his lips and he leans in a little closer, his breath fanning across your skin as his mouth opens to murmur something into your ear.
âHey, hey, hey!â
You jolt, half-lidded eyes snapping open when you find Bokuto slinging his arm around Akaashiâs shoulders. Irritation flashes through Akaashiâs eyes but it seems to fade when Bokuto begins to speak animatedly, detailing the past events Akaashi had missed.
Part of you wouldâve liked to speak to Akaashi more, but you canât find it in yourself to fault Bokuto, deciding to busy yourself with getting another slice of cake. A heavy arm slings itself around your shoulders and you roll your eyes when you realize itâs Atsumu, the wide grin on his face making you feel uneasy.
âSaw you getting real chummy with Bokutoâs friend,â he whispers conspiratorially, trying to swipe at your cake slice.Â
âI was being friendly,â you retort, glaring up at Atsumu.
âYou look like you wanna fuck him.â
âYour observations are not appreciated,â you grit out, trying to squirm away from under him when he steers you into a corner.
âGood news is, I think he wants to fuck you too,â Atsumu says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
â Why are you doing this?â you groan, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
âBecause you, my lovely manager, deserve happiness!â he says cheerily.
Your eyes narrow, taking in the smile on Atsumuâs face, suspicion flaring. âWhat did you do?â
âWhat?â Atsumuâs smile falters. âNothing. Why do you always assume I did something?â
âBecause you usually do something, Atsumu,â you reply exasperatedly, trying to peek out from behind him to catch another glimpse of Akaashi.
Atsumu rolls his eyes, moving to the side so as to block your view of Akaashi.
âLetâs hear it then,â you say, peering up at him.Â
He beams at you, his head lowering so he can whisper into your ear. âJust make sure you take charge. Guys like that sort of thing. Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him. My advice is foolproof .â
Was the advice really foolproof if the fool himself was giving it to you?
You shoot Atsumu a skeptical look, waving him off before he puts any more ridiculous ideas into your mind.Â
As the night passes, the amount of players reduces, deciding to make their way back home. Atsumu shoots you a wink in passing and you glare back at him, fighting the urge to swat him.
âHeading home?âÂ
You blink up to find Akaashi standing beside you, his brows raised.
âYeah,â you say, a wistful smile coming across your face, âitâs been a long day.â
âI could drive you home?â Akaashi offers, falling into step beside you as you both exit the volleyball stadium.
You had been planning to just catch an uber or something, but when Akaashi stares down at you like that , his gaze soft and lips looking sickeningly inviting, you nod immediately.
A few stolen glances later coupled with you biting back an inappropriate remark at the way his lithe fingers wrap around the steering wheel, you find yourself standing opposite Akaashi in the open doorway of your apartment.
âI guess Iâll see you around?â you say, peering up at Akaashi.
âYeah, I guess so,â Akaashi murmurs, his hands shoving into his pockets.
Akaashi shows no signs of leaving however. Silence passes over you as you both just stand there, staring at each other. Your gaze dips down to his shirt, trying to stop Atsumuâs obnoxious voice from blaring through your normally rational decision making.
Yank him by the shirt or something and kiss him.
Eyes flitting up again, you decide to take your chances. Your hand curls into Akaashiâs shirt, yanking him towards you, lips crashing onto his. Several seconds pass and Akaashi stands there limply, his lips unmoving and non-reciprocating.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you blurt out, feeling utterly mortified as you let go of him. âAtsumu said you wanted to fu- I mean- he said guys liked that sort of thing!â
At the same time, Akaashi begins to speak. âBokuto said you werenât interested.â
â What? â you sputter, eyes widening. Frustration sets your nerves alight and you fish out your phone, dialing Bokutoâs number, ready to give him an earful.Â
âHey,â Akaashi says, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it down onto a nearby dresser, âthink you could do that after I kiss you?â
Your flurry of movements pauses, breath hitching when he steps inside your apartment, the door shutting behind him softly. He smiles down at you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
âOh,â you breathe out, eyes fluttering as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door gently, ây-yeah, I can do that.â
âYeah?â he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing yours. One of his hands slips up higher, smoothing over the length of your neck to cup your cheek.
You let out an incoherent noise, managing out a jerky nod. Akaashi laughs, tilting your head to the side as he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest as he drags his lips across your skin, planting another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
His glasses dig into your skin but you can hardly find it in yourself to care, pulling him closer desperately when he slots his lips over yours. Akaashi kisses you heatedly and you whine, arms wrapping around his neck to return his kisses eagerly. His tongue gently parts your lips, hands slipping back down to squeeze at your waist and move you flush against him.
A few stumbles later and youâre pushing his chest, watching as he falls back onto the couch. Akaashi grins, his thighs spreading invitingly as he gets comfortable.
âCome sit on my lap, baby.â
You donât have to be told twice. You scramble up onto his lap, straddling his hips, lips finding his again. Akaashi groans when you run your fingers through his hair, hips rolling across his lap as he spreads his fingers over your skirt, groping at your ass.
âSo- so you do wanna fuck me?â you ask breathily, unable to resist yourself from leaning forward and stealing another kiss.
âI thought I made myself obvious,â Akaashi replies, his hands slipping under your skirt to feel the warm, bare skin of your thighs.
A soft hum leaves you, fingers tracing across his cheek before reaching out to take his glasses off, setting them down. You smile down at him hazily and Akaashi smiles back, maneuvering your body so that youâre laying down, head nestled in the cushions.
You bite your lip when he kisses down your neck, sighing softly when he undoes the buttons of your shirt, pulling it apart. Akaashiâs eyes darken when he sees the swell of your breasts in your bra, his hands reaching out to grope at them greedily. You fumble around, unclasping your bra, tossing it behind you.
âSo pretty, baby,â he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips before kissing down your body.
You gasp when his tongue swirls around your nipple, squirming underneath him as his hot mouth envelops it, sucking and licking, even nipping gently making your body twitch. Back arching, you moan, fingers tugging at his soft hair. Akaashi lets out a hum, mouth opening wide to suck your breast into his mouth, groaning when he feels your hips buck underneath him.
â Fuck ,â Akaashi hisses, his fingers rubbing at your clothed cunt, panties utterly drenched, âyouâre dripping. How long have you been like this?â
You flush, looking away. Akaashi clicks his tongue, grabbing your chin to turn your gaze back onto him.
âTell me,â he coaxes, rucking your skirt up before he tugs your panties up, watching the hard press of the fabric outline your puffy folds.
âMaybe- maybe since you opened that water bottle for me,â you mumble, blinking up at him innocently.Â
Akaashiâs grip falters, his brows shooting up in surprise. Your cheeks are hot, eyes dropping to find his cock straining against his trousers, the bulge making you lick your lips.
âThat long?â he whispers, leaning in.
âMhm,â you nod, arms looping around his neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss, tongue and all.
âIf I knew it was that easy, I wouldâve done it the moment I saw you,â Akaashi smiles, his nose nudging against yours as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties.
âShut up!â you laugh, pushing at his chest.
He laughs with you, smacking a quick kiss to your cheek before slinking down, pulling your thighs apart. A contented sigh leaves you when he licks up over your ruined panties, mewling softly when he pulls them to the side to get a glimpse of your slick pussy.
âSuch a pretty pussy. All of you is so pretty,â he murmurs, pulling your panties off.Â
You donât miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.
Akaashiâs mouth encloses around your clit, sucking with fervor. You let out a strangled moan, fingers fisting his hair roughly, thighs twitching.Â
âA- Akaashi,â you whine, hips rolling up to meet his mouth needily, â hah- oh fuck!- â
His nose nudges into your clit when he stops suckling on your clit, licking up a wide strip along the length of cunt, a low moan slipping out of him as he watches your cunt clench and flutter around nothing.
âTaste so fucking good,â he rasps, arms curling around your thighs, thumbing apart your folds to press his tongue in deeper, licking over the velvety flesh of your cunt.
You moan again, breath catching in your throat when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive bud before his tongue presses into your aching pussy, thrusting in and out of you. He makes an obscene sound and you tug at his hair roughly, pushing his face deeper into your cunt, squealing when he shakes his head, tongue swiping all over you.
âDonât stop,â you whisper, beginning to chant drunkenly, âdonât stop. Please donât stop.â
Akaashi grunts into your pussy, spreading apart your folds against to spit on your cunt, his tongue swirling around your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. He suckles on it hard ; the sensation making your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut tightly.Â
âGonna cum?â he asks, a hoarse laugh leaving him when you push his head back down.
You nod rapidly, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching and tugging at your own nipples. Akaashi slips his fingers up past your chin and your mouth opens obediently, hips rolling up as you suck on his fingers.Â
A whimper escapes you when his teeth graze your clit, his tongue laving over it again as he sucks desperately, driving you further and further to the edge.
âCum on my tongue, baby,â Akaashi whispers, âwanna watch you cum all pretty and needy.â
You donât need any more encouragement, back arching as your body draws taut. You cum with a cry of his name, squeaking when he licks over your oversensitive pussy, thighs clamping around his head while your fingers tangle in his soft, black hair.Â
Akaashi pulls away with one final suckle to your clit, peppering kisses up your body before slotting his lips over yours again. You whine softly, cupping his cheek to return his kisses feverishly, feeling the press of his clothed cock against your inner thigh.
âTake your clothes off,â you say softly, pecking his lips sweetly.
You squirm out of your skirt and top when he gets off of you, watching with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt up over your head. The flex of his biceps has you letting out a low whine, fingers slipping between your thighs, unable to help yourself, rubbing your clit unabashedly.
Akaashi doesnât miss the movement, shooting you a lazy grin, his hand smoothing over his trousers, squeezing at his bulge.
âEnjoying the view?â he murmurs, unbuttoning his trousers, âhm, baby?â
ââm enjoying it a lot,â you reply airily, entranced by the motion of his hand as he grasps himself through his boxers.
Your breath catches in your throat when he pushes his boxers down, tongue feeling heavy as you watch the bob of his cock, heavy and thick. The hardened length twitches when he wraps his hand around himself, pumping his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip.
âT-taste?â you mewl, slipping off the couch and crawling towards him, âwanna taste, âkaashi.â
âNeedy baby,â he whispers, running his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face.
Your eyes flutter shut when he bends, meeting his lips in a short kiss. Akaashi presses the head of his cock against your lips soon after, a moan slipping out of him when he sees the way his pre-cum spreads across your lips.
You lick your lips, mewling at the taste of his pre-cum, mouth opening wider, tongue lolling out.
âWant it,â you whisper, fingers digging into thighs, âplease?â
ââm gonna give it to you,â Akaashi rasps, grasping the base of his cock to smack the head of it against your tongue a few times. âGo ahead, pretty.â
You hum happily, mouth wrapping around his cock, hand curling around the base of it. Akaashi groans, his head tipping back as you squirm on your knees, fingers finding your slippery clit again.
âJust like that,â he whispers when you begin to bob your head, tongue swirling around the head of his cock, suckling gently.
Akaashiâs thighs twitch, the hand tangled in your hair tightening when you shuffle closer, mouth stretching open to take more of him into your mouth.Â
You suck and lick, practically dripping onto the carpet beneath you as you hear the grunts and groans that leave Akaashi. He sounds pretty, the little airy gasps and stutters of his breath giving you the encouragement to try and take him deeper, your nose pressing into the black tufts of coarse hair at the base of his cock, before you pull off with watery eyes.
âI might have a hard time letting go of you after this,â Akaashi says, watching as you blink up at him with starry eyes, stroking his hand over your hair as you mouth lazily across the length of his cock.Â
âSo donât,â you whisper, laving your tongue across the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.
You land a soft kiss to the tip, tilting your head to kiss at his heavy balls. Akaashi stops you before you can suck them into your mouth, dipping his head down to kiss you instead.
ââm gonna cum if you do that,â he whispers against your lips.
âThatâs sort of the point,â you smile, hand stroking along his length.
He snorts, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up onto your feet. His throbbing cock presses against your stomach as you wind your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Akaashi gropes at the fat of your ass appreciatively, both of you standing together as you makeout languidly.Â
You pull away for air soon after, hands roaming across his firm chest, eyes growing hazier with the way the muscles of his abdomen flex under your touch. A glob of pre-cum beads at the tip of Akaashiâs cock and you grasp his hand, rocking up to kiss his cheek before pulling him after you.
âWanna ride my cock?â he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe gently when you lead him into your bedroom.
âY- yeah,â you reply airily, crawling up onto his lap when he sits down, his back against the headboard of your bed.
You rock your hips, grinding your cunt against his hot length, mewling softly when the tip of it nudges against your clit a few times. Akaashi catches your chin, pulling you forward for another filthy kiss, his hands smoothing up and down the length of your back.
âSink down on it, baby.â
A soft whimper escapes you at his low voice, hands gripping his shoulders as you rise up onto your knees. Akaashi wraps his hand around the base of his cock, holding it for you. His head tips back, a guttural groan leaving him when you sink down on his cock, your nails digging into his skin.
â Oh- â you whine, ââkaashi- hah- â
âKeiji,â he replies, fingers dimpling the fat of your hips, trying to gain some semblance of control with the way your cuntâs clenching around his cock, âcall me Keiji, baby.â
You let out a dazed sigh, rolling your hips and whining again, your own head tipping back.
âK- Keiji, you feel so good.â
Akaashi moans appreciatively in response to your words, landing a spank to your ass to urge you to move. You hiccup, cupping his cheeks, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as you roll your hips one more time and begin to rise and fall on his cock.
He keeps his eyes on you, letting out soft pants as you mewl and whimper out his name, hips swaying back to meet his thrusts when he begins to move his hips too.
âGood girl,â Akaashi whispers, head dipping to suck your breast into his mouth, âgripping me so tight, baby.â
âKeiji,â you mewl, dragging out his name in a needy call.
ââm right here, pretty,â Akaashi murmurs, arms wrapping around your waist more firmly.Â
You squeal when he lifts you up and begins to drop you down onto his cock himself, his face pressing into your chest, leaving desperate, heated open-mouthed kisses against your sweaty skin as he makes you take his cock.
âOh fuck-,â you begin to gasp out, eyes squeezing shut, â oh fuck! â
âTake it,â Akaashi hisses, hands drifting down to grip the fat of your ass tighter, âfucking take my cock, baby.â
A surprised squeak leaves you when he lays you down, his cock pushing into you almost immediately after. Your legs wrap around his hips, hand reaching for his as he fucks his cock into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing lewdly throughout the room.
You scrabble at the bedsheets, trying to find some purchase as Akaashi drives his cock into you harder and faster.
âGonna make me cum,â he grunts, face pressing into the crook of your neck, his body dropping to be flush against yours, hips rolling to a slow grind.
ââm gonna cum too,â you say weakly, eyes fluttering as he mouths at your breast lazily.Â
Akaashi peers down at you when he pushes himself up, bullying his cock into your cunt, balls pressed snugly against your ass.
âCan I cum inside?â he asks softly, brushing your hair out of your face.
âYouâre a terrible influence,â you sigh, giving him a dazed smile as you pull him down for a kiss, âbut yes, you can.â
Akaashi grins, mouth slotting over yours again, thumb rubbing at your clit. He groans when he feels you clench around him, his hips stuttering jerkily when you dig your heels into the backs of thighs, forcing him to push his cock in deeper.Â
âBrat,â he hisses, head dropping forward as he lets out a low whine, cock jerking inside of you as he cums.
You squirm, back arching as his thumb rubs harder, thighs twitching as you fall apart on his cock. Akaashi pants against your chest, his eyes squeezed shut as he lets out a few more whines, thick cum filling you up.
He rolls off of you so as to not crush you with his weight, running his hand through his hair. You curl up into his side, leaning forward to kiss his jaw.
ââm gonna go clean up,â you whisper.
Akaashi nods, patting your hip affectionately, his eyes trained on the sway of your hips as you disappear into the bathroom.
You tug on a fresh shirt and a pair of panties, crawling back into bed to find Akaashiâs pulled his boxers back up over his hips, the manga volume you had been reading last night in his hand.
âItâs good,â you inform him, pressing into his side, head resting on his shoulder as you look over the little panels of drawings.
âIâd hope so,â Akaashi says, his hand rubbing at your side absentmindedly.
âWhy?â you ask, brows furrowing.
âI happen to be the editor.â
You stare at him blankly, eyes flitting from his towards the manga. âNo way.â You snatch the manga from him, flipping through towards the large page. His name is there in the little lettering, plain as day.
Editing: Akaashi Keiji
He smiles at you, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing several kisses here and there.
âWell,â you say, setting the manga down and wrapping your arms around his neck, ânow you have to tell me whatâs to come.â
âMy lips are sealed,â Akaashi replies, kissing the corner of your mouth.
âKeiji!â you whine, pouting up at him.
âNot happening, baby,â he says, shaking his head before leaning forward to kiss the pout off of your mouth.
You let out an irritated huff, pushing his head away when he tries to kiss you again.
âLook at that,â he muses, âyou get all sulky like Bokuto.â
âPlease donât insult me.â
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There's a viral video circulating from the Fort Worth Zoo, of two keepers who ended up in a habitat at the same time as a silverback gorilla. Spoiler for good news: neither the humans nor the gorilla got hurt. It's a bad situation that ended extremely well, and that's why I want to talk about it.
The audio for this video is mostly someone praying loudly, so if you need to turn the audio off to watch it, you won't miss anything relevant. If you don't want to watch it, here's the summary: it starts with a keeper running around the corner into the main exhibit, pursued by a large male gorilla. She is quickly able to get into a doorway at the back of the exhibit, but does not completely close the door because the gorilla is standing across from her, watching. He eventually moves off to the right hand side of the exhibit, where we can see a keeper is trapped in the corner at the front. She was trying to move towards the exit as he moved to the right, and she stops, standing very still behind a tree, while he stays along the far right wall. They stay like that for a minute, and then the gorilla runs to the front right corner, and the keeper is able to run to the door in the back of the exhibit and get to safety.
Let's start with basic information. Even though it's just going viral now, this video is from October of 2023. It was taken not by a guest, but by the zoo security officer responding to the situation. Hmmm, seems like he maybe should have been doing something else during that situation, instead of than taking a phone video. It's going viral now because the guy (who is no longer employed at the zoo) decided to post it on TikTok for his five minutes of fame. This guy immediately started giving all sorts of media interviews, answering questions like "why no tranquilizers" inappropriately, making memes out of his own video, generally distasteful shit.
Zoo spokesperson Avery Elander gave a public statement that "thankfully, there was no physical contact between keepers and gorilla, and all staff and animals are safe." A comment from the zoo has also indicated that the incident was due to keeper error. (As opposed to, for instance, something in the fencing breaking.) According to the guy who posted the video, a lock was left unsecured and the gorilla was able to open the door to the habitat. I don't know if I buy it, and again, this just... is probably why he doesn't have a job anymore. By sharing that detail - real or not - he places a ton of public scrutiny and blame on that keeper team. (If that's what happened, I can promise you it will have been dealt with internally.) He also was nice enough to say he wouldn't name the women in the video... but verified they're still staffers at the zoo... which means they're eminently identifiable! Excuse me while I ragequit for a second.
So there's two reasons I wanted to talk about this. The first is to make sure it is well known that this guy is purposefully and intentionally exploiting the worst day of someone's life for media attention. Their lives were in danger, and he's using it for fame. His name is in the media articles - I'm not going to share it because he doesn't deserve that attention. The second reason, though, is because this video is a masterclass on how to survive if you end up sharing space with a gorilla. Every zoo person I've spoken to or seen comment on the video is so, so impressed with how the keepers handled themselves.
The gorilla in this video is 34-year-old Elmo. All apes in AZA zoos are managed in protected contact, so keepers are supposed to be separated from them by a barrier at all times. The zookeepers were in the habitat putting out a mid-day meal when he got out. Watching the video, you can see he's not actively being aggressive towards them - he's not making threat displays or trying to approach them. Mostly, Elmo seems like he doesn't know what is going on and he's kinda freaked out about it. (This is confirmed in the zoo's press statement, too). The staff stayed calm, and importantly, watched and waited to see how he'd move and act.
The zoo did say one thing, though, that's a bit misleading. In one article, their press person I quote as saying âIn general, gorillas are considered the âgentle giantsâ of the great ape species.â Just because this may be true in comparison to other great ape species doesn't meant gorilla aren't still incredibly dangerous. This type of messaging always worries me, because I think it leads people to misunderstand the risks of being close to megafauna. Gorilla are extremely strong animals, and their social norms/behaviors are very different from that of humans. That's why it's such a big deal any time people end up in gorilla habitats, and why sometimes in those circumstances lethal measures have to be taken to protect human life.
These keepers are incredibly lucky to be unharmed. These women stayed safe specifically because they're trained professionals who knew how to act around gorilla, they knew this particular animal well, and they'd learned the escapes from the exhibit just in case this ever happened. We should applaud them for their cool heads and quick thinking.
As for the guy who posted the video? As a colleague put it, may he always step on a Lego.
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A HELLO AND A KISS
pairing: aaron hotchner x lawyer!reader summary: aaron hotchner survives serial killers and endless paperworkâbut apparently not you breezing past him without a hello, based on this request. (im so sorry, i got carried away and did not include the part of r meeting the team!!! pls dont hate me) warnings | an: jealous hotch, protective hotch, simp hotch, hotch is just down bad for his girl, one bj joke word count: 2.4k
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You hadnât come home last night.
Aaron had simply received a brief text: Donât wait up. A case fell into my lap last minute. It wasnât unusualânot in your line of work, and certainly not in his. Youâd both sent that message before, more times than either of you could count. It came with the territory.
You and Aaron had always kept your professional lives separate. A clean, white, necessary line in the sand. It helped keep the bloodstained parts from crossing over and kept your dinner conversations from becoming post-mortems or courtroom recaps. After all, it was easier not to talk about the men Aaron arrested when you were the one prosecuting them.
He didnât put it together right away.
But all five of his senses were attuned to you. Honestly? his sixth sense was you. He didnât need to see you to know you were thereâhe could feel you, hear you, even smell you before he ever caught a glimpse. Â It didnât take much. Sometimes, it was just the sound of heelsâyour heelsâthat gave you away.
It was that click-clack rhythm that he had grown accustomed to over the months, filtering through early mornings when you forgot your keys, then your case notes, then your coffee. It trailed after you in the hallway, embedded in every corner where youâd left pieces of yourself scattered around his home.
And now, that same sound echoed from behind him, followed by the heavy thud of the courtroom door swinging shut.
âCanât believe heâs actually trying to weasel out of this,â Prentiss muttered under her breath, just as you swept past their row.
The unsubâs public defender had filed a not-guilty plea days earlierâciting supposed evidence mishandling, mistaken identity, even floating some half-baked theory about a setup. It was desperate. Flimsy. But just credible enough to stall the trial, to buy time he didnât deserve.
You didnât look Aaronâs way. Didnât slow your pace. You gave no reaction at all, just glided by, slipping into the prosecutionâs chair like it was your usual seat at the office.
âNew face,â Prentiss noted, leaning toward Hotch. âShe wasnât at the prelims was she?â
Hotch finally cleared his throat. âNo.â
He meant to say moreâsomething neutral, something about new counsel, something properly professional, something more himâbut the words got stuck somewhere behind his ribs. Especially when the most him thing in the world was standing right there, only meters away from a man heâd gladly kill with his bare hands if he so much as looked at you the wrong way.
Though, truthfully, he knew youâd get to him quicker with words, with strategy, with that cool, calculated tone that could cut deeper than any punch Hotch could throw.
You still hadnât looked at him. Fully locked into that little world of yours, where the second you stepped into a courtroom, you grew fins and dermal denticles, transforming into a shark in couture and four-inch heels.
It stung. Just a little. But he knew why you were doing it. He just couldnât begin to imagine what it must feel like to sit in a room and watch you give someone like thatâworst of the worstâyour full, undivided attention.
Heâd only had the pleasure (and slight terror) of watching you in court twice beforeâneither case connected to the BAU and already, he was starting to sweat. Just a little. Maybe.
Aaron clamped his jaw tight, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the effort mustâve been visible because he caught Rossi huffing a laugh under his breath.
Of course Rossi knew. Rossi was the only one whoâd actually met you off-duty. And the last thing Hotch needed was Rossi even hinting at the tiny, minuscule, barely-worth-mentioning fact that you wore Aaronâs old college t-shirt to bed, or that just a few hours ago, heâd been ogling your bare legs as you stumbled out of the shower, mumbling at him to go back to sleep.
Because as soon as Prentiss or Morganâwho already looked half-asleep in his seatâcaught wind of it, it wouldnât be a murder trial they were interested in anymore. No, it would turn into entertainment, something far more exciting than sitting at their desks, pretending to work through paperwork they never submitted on time anyway.
He shifted in his seat. No engagement was the best engagement, he figured.
Instead, he forced his eyes off you and onto the defendant, who was fiddling with his tie like that would suddenly make him more credible. Like anyone in the room would forget what heâd done just because he shaved and tucked in his damn shirt.
But the second you stood, rising slowly from your chair, Aaronâs gaze snapped right back to you, so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. Still, you didnât look his way. Of course you didnât. You were here to do a job. And right now, that job was dismantling a man with nothing but your voice.
He swallowed hard.
Yeah. He was definitely sweating now.

By the time the trial hit the halfway mark, he could tell your energy had changedâor was about toâwith the unsub being called to the stand.
Hotch sat stiffly, watching you shuffle your notes with little effort. Morgan had finally roused enough to start paying attention, and Prentiss was scribbling away in the margins of her legal padânone of which, Hotch would bet good money, had anything to do with the actual trial.
You stood once more, brushing that stubborn piece of hair away from your faceâthe one that always seemed to fall whenever you were reading something from above. He wished he could push it away for you, wished he could pull you out of this courtroom entirely, shield you from every ugly, broken thing the world could throw at you.
But then your voice cut through the room, reminding him that this was your job.
"Alright," you began, voice crisp but bored, like you were already three steps ahead. Thatâs what anyone else might think. But Aaron knew you were ahead five.
"Letâs go back to March 5th," you said, pausing just for a second. "You said you didnât know Jessica Harlan."
"I didnât," Tanner snapped back, so fast it almost made Hotch smile.
That kind of panic was never a good signâand he knew it was one of your favourite tells. The second someone cracked like that, it was like flipping a switch, like flashing a green light across the battlefield. Go get him.
"Right," you hummed, nodding like you were humouring a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. "Right."
Another pause.
You were good at thatâgiving the poor soul on the receiving end (victim, really) of your arguing capabilities enough time to think. To second-guess themselves. Hotch had picked up on it early on, and when heâd once asked you about it, you gave him a dry, matter-of-fact answer: it gave people enough time to realise how stupid they sounded.
"And yet, a witness places your car parked across the street from her apartment two nights in a row. Same make, same model, same license plate."
Tanner shifted in the witness chair, but you didnât rush him. You stood there, cool and composed, giving him just enough rope to hang himself.
âI ââ
"Parked there?" you cut in, tilting your head like you were offering him an easy out. The trap was already set.
You reached for the remote, clicking the TV monitor on.
"Okay, thatâs completely understandable," you considered with a polite nod toward the jury. "Though Iâm not quite sure what your explanation is for getting out of the vehicle on the second night and standing in front of Jessica Harlanâs apartment forâ" you glanced down at your watch, "âthirty-seven minutes."
You glanced back up, eyebrows raised just enough to look curious but not confrontational. Just a lawyer looking for answers.
Tanner opened his mouth, closed it, then looked down at his hands like maybe theyâd have a better explanation than he did.
Aaron recognised the footage immediately, thanks to Garciaâs handiwork. The screen showed Tanner stepping out of his car, glancing around, and then justâŚstanding there. Across the street from Jessicaâs apartment building.
Doing absolutely nothing.
For thirty-seven minutes.
The same number of stab wounds Jessica and every other victim had endured.
You didnât even glance at the screen. Your focus stayed fixed on Tanner like a blade against his throat.
âMaybe you were just out getting some fresh air. Though Iâm not sure stalking is generally recommended for cardio.â
"Objection, Your Honourâ" the defence attorney barked, already on his feet.
You raised a hand, before the judge even had time to respond. âWithdrawn.â
"I wasnât watching her,â Tanner argued, drawing the attention back to himself.
"No?â you echoed, cocking your head to the side. âThen what were you doing, Mr Tanner? Practicing your standing endurance?"
He huffed out a weak laugh with no real humour behind it. It was the kind that people made when they realised they were cornered and didnât have the tools to dig their way out.
âI just... needed some air,â he repeated, but even he didnât sound convinced.
"I get it, I do," you agreed in faux sweetness. "We all need fresh air. Though itâs odd, donât you think?"
âIâm sorry?â
âJessica Harlan was stabbed thirty-seven timesâŚ" You took a step closer to Tanner, and Aaron had to physically stop himself from moving. Remind himself that you knew exactly what you were doing. That this was all part of the strategy. Even if, deep down, he wanted nothing more than to stand between you and every monster you faced.
"Which," you continued, "happens to be the exact number of minutes you spent outside her apartment."
Tanner swallowed, but that didnât seem to faze you.
"Just like you spent thirty-seven minutes outside Eliza Horneâs place of work," you listed off, each word tightening the noose around Tannerâs neck. "Thirty-seven minutes outside the gym where Marissa Cole trained. Thirty-seven minutes at the cafĂŠ Danielle Ruiz visited every Thursdayââ
Aaron felt Prentiss lean in beside him. âSheâs good.â
He didnât look away from you long enough to answer.
Good didnât even begin to cover it.
You were extraordinary. And somehowâsomehowâyou were his.
He didnât know what heâd done to deserve you, what twist of fate had put you in his path, but he would be grateful for it for the rest of his life.
Grateful that you had let him in.
Grateful that he got to see you whole.
Whether it was in a courtroom, where you left your smile and affection at the door to tear the truth out of some of the worst people, or in the way your eyes crinkled when you laughedâthe way you teased him for how he pronounced pecanâhe had seen it all. And he wouldnât trade a second of it.
A nudge from Rossi pulled Aaron out of what felt like a permanent tranceâthe one you had managed to put him in with no effort whatsoever.
âEverything okay?â
He nodded, absently rubbing a hand over his jaw.
"Got you reminiscing about your prosecutor days?"
Aaron let out a breath that almost passed for a laugh. "I think if Iâd stayed," he said, glancing back toward you, "she wouldâve put me to shame."
"Wouldâve been one hell of a show,â Rossi murmured. âDonât let her get away.â
Aaronâs mouth tipped into the barest hint of a smile. He wasnât planning on it. Hell would have to freeze over before he let even the smallest possibility of that happen.
His eyes found you againâright where they belongedâjust as you finished with Tanner.
The day wound down eventually, and Aaron doubted the trial would drag on much longer, not after what youâd done to Tanner and his defence team. There wasnât much left of them by the time you were finished.
He lingered just outside the courtroom, waiting. Heâd managed to come up with a half-convincing excuse to stay behind, though neither Morgan nor Prentiss seemed to question it. They were too busy arguing over whether they could convince Penelope to hack into your trial schedule just so they could sit in on another one.
Not that Aaron could blame them.
The courthouse entrance doors swung open again, and you finally stepped through, files tucked under your arm, eyes fixed on your phone as you breezed past.
You didnât even glance his way.
Again.
Aaron blinked. Really?
"So I don't even get a hello?" he asked, stepping lightly into your path with a raised brow. âTwice in one day. Must be losing my edge.â
You looked up, startled for half a second before your entire face lit up at the sight of him.
"Iâm so sorry!" you blurted, already smiling. "You know how much I hate it when things fall into my lap last minute. I've been running around all day just trying to catch upââ
"No, no," he interjected, keeping his face painfully neutral, though the corners of his mouth twitched, just a little. "Itâs fine. Iâm obviously not that memorable."
"And I thought I was the needy one." You shook your head, still laughing under your breath as you tucked your phone away and shifted your files into one arm.
âCome here,â you cooed, hooking two fingers into the front of Aaronâs jacket, tugging him down.
He went willinglyâno surprise there.
You pressed a kiss to his cheek first, soft and easy, before leaning in for a slower one on his lips. The kind that made him forget you were still technically in public.
"Better?" you asked, pulling back just enough to see the answer written all over his face.
"Only a little," he murmured, and before you could so much as blink, he reached out and took the files and your briefcase from your arms like it was second nature, like heâd been carrying your things for years.
âYou carrying my stuff now, too?â
âMaybe Iâm just trying to earn my next hello.â
You laughed, the sound unwinding every knot in Aaronâs chest, loosening him in ways only you ever could.
âKeep this up and youâll have my mouth doing a lot more than just saying hello.â
Yeah.
He was completely gone.
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pairing : dr. jack abbot x reader x dr. michael "robby" robinavitch
summary : You told yourself you were just taking your time. Just late for a blind date Samira set up. But the truth is, you stayed behind on purpose. You listened to their voices. You waited. You werenât supposed to want thisânot from them. But you've been holding it in for too long. And theyâve been watching you just as closely. INSPIRED BY PREVIEW FOR NEXT WEEK'S EPISODE.
warnings/content : Threesome (M/F/M). Vaginal and oral sex (f. receiving). Set in a hospital locker room. Praise, light power dynamics, subtle possessiveness. Emotionally restrained men. No m/m interaction. No protection used. Yeah really no plot just filth
word count : 4,672
18+ ONLY, not beta read. Please read responsibly.
The trauma bay smells like alcohol swabs and synthetic latex, and something heavier clinging underneathâstale blood or antiseptic, itâs hard to tell which. Someoneâs wiped down the counters but not the floor. Thereâs still a puddle under the base of the gurney, shiny and half-dried, not enough to slip on but enough to keep you standing a little off-center.
You leave the curtain half-drawn behind you as you head toward the locker room. Not in a rush. You donât move like someone eager to get outâyou move like someone delaying something they havenât put a name to.
Your bodyâs on autopilot. The kind of post-shift shutdown where your hands still flex like theyâre gloved, your spineâs too straight from twelve hours of standing, and you havenât realized how hungry you are until your stomach knots around nothing.
The hallway lights feel too bright. The door handle cold against your palm. You step inside and let it swing shut behind you. The air is still. Not silent, exactlyâjust muffled. Contained. The hum of the vents.
You stop at your locker and open it. A half-eaten granola bar sits on the shelf next to your spare scrubs. Your hand rests on the hem of your scrub top. You donât pull it off.
You just stand there. Listening.
Not to yourself.
To them.
From somewhere down the hallway you can hear Jack and Robby trading tension like itâs clinical procedure.
âYou pushed the paralytics too early,â Jack says, voice low and clipped. âShe wasnât ready.â
âShe was already bottoming out,â Robby answers. âI didnât see you moving any faster.â
âIf I waited, we wouldâve had a stable line.â
âIf you waited, she wouldâve lost her airway.â
Itâs not yelling. They donât yell.
Itâs quiet. Controlled. So precise it hurts to listen to. Like theyâve done this beforeânot just here, but in a hundred trauma bays before this one, in years they never talk about.
You know the way they argue. Youâve watched them do it across body bags and shift changes. But this time, you donât move on.
You just stay.
You reach for your phone.
8:07 PM â SAMIRA donât ghost me
8:08 PM â HIM still good for 8?
8:08 PM â SAMIRA please go i told him you were hot like ER hot heâs new heâs NORMAL u need normal just flirt kiss him if heâs not annoying
You stare at the screen for a long moment. Type out :
Still at work...
Then delete it.
The plan was simple. Leave on time. Shower. Maybe mascara. Meet Samiraâs friend for a drink somewhere tolerable. You hadnât been optimistic, but youâd said yes. You even wore a lace black bra, not too sheer, just something that made you feel like a person under the hospital layers.
But instead, youâre still here.
The voices carry again.
âYou want clean intubation? You wait for visualization.â
âYou want a pulse? You donât wait at all.â
And then, clear as anything, you hear itâ
âYou always think youâre right.â
âThatâs rich coming from you.â
Youâre halfway out the locker room before you realize youâre moving.
One hand still on the doorframe, body loose with something between exhaustion and defiance.
You donât think. You donât plan it.
You just lean into the hallway, and say,
âLooks like two old white guys who still canât figure out how to intubate a patient.â
The silence that follows is surgical.
Jackâs head turns slightly at the soundâreflexive, automaticâbut the second he sees you, something shifts.
A flicker of recognition. Like a signalâs been hit.
His shoulders square. His mouth goes still.
He turns the rest of the way. Not fast. Just⌠deliberate. Like a spotlight locking on. His eyes skim your face, your chest, then back to your eyesâtaking in everything and giving nothing back.
Robby follows a second later. Heâs already smiling like he canât decide if heâs impressed or pissed.
âOh, I know sheâs not talking about us,â Robby says.
âWell I know sheâs not talking about me,â Jack mutters.
You lift a brow. âAnd if I am?â
You hold their stares for a breath longer than you should. Then you turn. Not fast. Not flustered. Just⌠done.
You walk back into the locker room without a word and leave the door open. You donât have to look to know theyâll follow.
And they do.
Jack enters firstâquiet, unreadable, his presence pressing in without needing to speak.
Robby follows a beat later. He exhales, half-laughs under his breath, and says :
âYouâre mouthy today.â
âIâm post-shift,â you reply, not facing them yet. âAnd this is the third time this week Iâve heard you two go at it like divorced dads at a resuscitation workshop.â
âYouâre still here,â Jack says, watching you. âWhy?â
You shrug. âI had a date.â
Robbyâs brow arches. âHad?â
âSupposed to meet someone. Samiraâs friend. He just moved back to Pittsburgh.â
âYou're not going?â
You glance over your shoulder at them. âClearly Iâm running late.â
You donât wait for their response. You just pivotâslow, deliberateâlike the conversationâs over. Like you didnât just hand them the truth in a sealed envelope and walk away from it.
Jack shifts. Robby studies you.
You add, quieter now, without turning back :
âFigured if I stalled long enough, maybe I wouldnât have to go at all.â
A beat.
âGuess Iâm just not in the mood.â
âNot in the mood for what?â Jack asks.
You hesitateâjust for a second.
âNice,â you say.
And thatâs when it happens. That snap in the room. Like someone closed a valve too fast. The pressure spikes.
âYou wore lace,â Jack says.
You stop mid-step. Turn slowly. Blink.
âExcuse me?â
âThat strap peaking out doesnât look standard. You wore lace under your scrubs.â
Robbyâs gaze flicks down, measured. âOn a trauma shift.â
âItâs what was clean,â you lie.
It sounds false the second it leaves your lipsâthin and fast, like youâre trying to sweep something off the floor before anyone notices. And both of them notice.
Robby doesnât correct you right away. He just tilts his head, eyes flicking briefly down the center of your bodyânot ogling, but noticing. He lingers at your waist, then lifts his gaze back to your face, calm and unshaken.
Then, without a hint of mockery,
âNo,â he says softly. âItâs what you picked.â
The quiet that follows isnât comfortable. It vibrates.
You shift slightly, the hem of your scrub top sticking to your lower back. Your chest feels too tight in the tank beneath it. The lace underneath is starting to itch, but not from discomfortâjust awareness. The fact of it, now exposed, somehow makes it feel sharper against your skin.
Jackâs still watching youâshoulders squared, hands at his sides, not moving. But itâs the stillness that unsettles you. The patience of it. Like heâs already read the outcome and is waiting for you to catch up.
âAnd you stayed,â Jack says, voice low.
Not accusing. Not surprised. Just the truth.
You look toward the exit, like thatâll help you regain control. Like pretending youâre still on your way out will change whatâs already unfolding.
But you donât move. You donât even blink.
His voice dropsânot teasing anymore. Just steady. Clinical. Like he's reading vitals straight off your chart, and he already knows how the story ends.
âYou havenât changed. You didnât go to your car. You didnât even unclip your badge.â
Robby's voice cuts inâsmooth, but anchored with something harder.
âYouâve been waiting.â
A pause.
âYou missed your date on purpose.â
You laugh, too quickly. Itâs not convincing. Itâs the kind of sound you make when you feel the edge of something sharp and pretend it doesnât hurt.
âRight. Because standing around while you two argue like itâs foreplay is a great way to spend a Friday night.â
Jack doesnât even flinch. âYou mouth off in the pit. You flirt without smiling. You track us when we speak.â
You shift your weight. âI track everyone.â
âNot like this,â Robby says, voice tighter now, like the act of calling it out is doing something to him too.
Jackâs eyes narrowânot in anger. In certainty. âYou ask us questions you already know the answers to. You stall your movement when we pass you. You hold the vitals clipboard like itâs a shield and a dare.â
âYou wait for our shift overlaps,â Robby adds, voice lower. âYou take the longest hallway. The one that goes past trauma, even when itâs not the most direct.â
âYou hold eye contact longer than anyone on this floor,â Jack murmurs. âUntil it matters. Then you look away.â
And you do.
You already did.
You didnât even realize you dropped your gaze until Jack took that step forward and the room got hotter.
You look down at your shoes like that means something. Like it gives you back a piece of yourself.
But it doesnât.
Jack sees it.
You hear it in his toneâhow something in him tightens.
âYou think we donât see it?â
Robbyâs voice is quiet, but it lands heavy. âYou think we havenât wanted to say something sooner?â
Your pulse climbs to your throat.
You make yourself look at themâat both of them.
Their faces are unreadable, but not blank. You can feel it radiating off themâattention. Restraint. Intention.
âWhy didnât you?â you ask.
Jack doesnât hesitate.
âBecause the second we say it, weâre not just talking anymore.â
The air between you cracks open.
You feel your stomach dip, your chest clench, your calves tense like theyâre bracing for something that hasnât touched you yet.
The silence this time is worse.
It lingers.
It buzzes.
You realize youâve been holding the edge of the locker the entire timeâso tight your fingertips are red.
You swallow, but your throat sticks.
Then you say it :
âYou think I wore this just to get your attention?â
Robby doesnât move. His voice doesnât change. But his gaze dropsâslowlyâto your clavicle. He watches the way your pulse shifts under the skin.
âDid you?â
You try again. âNo.â
It barely makes it out. Too breathy. Not defiantâjust unraveled.
âThen why aren't you going on that date?â
You know the answer. Youâve known it since you stood in front of your locker too long. But saying it? Thatâs something else.
âBecause I didnât feel like sitting across from some guy whoâs never set foot in an ER and explaining why I showed up thirty minutes late and still covered in adrenaline.â
You look at them now, full on.
âIâm good at this. Iâm better than good. And Iâm not going to spend the night pretending Iâm smaller just to make someone else feel bigger.â
Jackâs gaze sharpensânot cruel, not even surprised. Just locking in. Like a monitor flatlining and spiking at once.
âHe wouldnât have known how to talk to you,â Robby says. Itâs not a dig. Itâs a diagnosis.
Jack, quieter now, âHe wouldnât have known how to see you.â
You almost respond.
But your mouth stays open and useless. Because theyâre right. And you hate that some part of you wanted to hear it from them.
Robby steps forward. Not crowding you. Just present. Enough to tilt the room.
âBut we do.â
Jackâs voice is a whisper of heat.
âWeâve seen you. All along.â
It sinks into your chest.
You feel your jaw twitch. Your vision tightens.
Jack continues. âWeâve watched you lead. Watched you pull two lives back from the edge this week. Watched you make choices most residents wouldâve hesitated over.â
âYou think we havenât noticed that your hands donât shake when it matters?â Robby says. âYou think we donât see how much it costs you to keep control all the time?â
âYouâve been waiting,â Jack says again. âYou just didnât know if weâd be the ones to break it.â
You shiver. You donât know if it shows.
Your breath catches on something inside you, and suddenly youâre braced between themânot physically, but gravitationally. Like theyâve closed in without moving.
âI donâtââ you start, but Jackâs already stepping behind you.
âYou donât have to lead right now,â he says, voice low, close to your neck. âYou donât have to perform.â
âYou already did,â Robby says. âAnd we saw it.â
âYouâve been better than most of the other residents for months.â
âYou just never let anyone say it.â
âYou called the chest tube before I did,â Jack says. âAnd you did it without hesitation.â
Your whole body aches now. Your shoulders. Your legs. Your hands. All of it. Like tension has been your armor and now itâs slipping, inch by inch, to the floor.
âYou moved,â Jack says, âlike someone who knows what they want.â
Robby watches your face. Your breath. âDo you?â
You try to answer. Nothing lands.
Jack is behind you. Close enough now that the air bends. That your spine straightens without permission.
âYou want permission,â he murmurs.
You nod, barely. âPermission for what?â
"To stop pretending you donât need this.â
âTo be seen.â
Jack, a little closer, a little deeper, âTo be told youâve been good.â
You inhale sharply.
Jack leans inâhis breath just behind your ear.
âYouâve been so good.â
You break.
âYouâre standing still,â Robby says softly. âFor the first time all day.â
And itâs true. You donât remember when you stopped pacing, bracing, pretending. But youâre still now. Still and shaking and too full of something you canât name.
âI donât know what Iâm supposed to do,â you whisper.
Jack doesnât miss a beat.
âYouâre not supposed to do anything.â
âJust stay,â Robby says. âJust let go.â
Your fingers slip from the locker. You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. And when Jack leans closerâ
âSay it,â he whispers.
Your voice cracks.
âClose the door.â
And Jack moves.
The lock clicks.
The air shifts. And you're not the same.
Itâs not that it gets hotter. It just presses downâthick, charged, intentional. Youâre not used to this kind of quiet. Not in the locker room. Not between them. Not like this.
You donât turn around. You just stand thereâheart hammering, breath shallow, arms loose at your sidesâbecause the thing youâve been circling for weeks? Itâs not circling you anymore. Itâs here. It has you.
Jack doesnât speak. He doesnât need to. You feel him behind you like a current. Stillness, held so tightly it hums.
Robbyâs in front of you, leaning back against the lockers. Watching. Palms braced behind him. His gaze is steadyâassessing, not predatory. Like heâs watching your vitals rise in real time.
You donât know what youâre waiting for. But then Jack saysâ
âTurn around.â
You do. Slowly.
Your pulse is in your throat now. Youâre not trembling, not really. Just over-aware of everythingâthe heat of your own skin, the way both of them are looking at you like theyâve already decided.
âTake off your top,â Jack says. Calm. Commanding. A tone youâve only heard once before, during a double code. It made your hands steady then. It makes them ache now.
You peel your scrub top over your head. Fold it. Set it down.
âTank too,â he adds.
You hesitate for half a second. Then you reach for the hem and lift.
The fabric clings slightly, damp from heat and wear. As it pulls over your head, the lace edge of your bra drags against your ribsâcool, sharp, suddenly too exposed.
You know they can see it now.
Robby shifts off the lockers, gaze steady.
âThatâs not the kind of bra someone forgets theyâre wearing.â
Your mouth dries out.
Jackâs eyes rake over your chestâslowly, deliberatelyâand when he speaks, his voice lowers.
âTake it off.â
Your hands fumble at the clasp, just for a second. Itâs not nerves. Itâs exposure. Youâve stripped down a thousand times in hospital locker rooms, but never like this. Never while being watched.
The lace hits the floor. You don't reach for it.
Jack steps in close enough to ghost his fingers over your collarbone. He doesnât look at your breasts. He looks at your face.
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted to see you like this,â he murmurs.
Behind you, you feel Robbyâs warmth draw near. Heâs not touching you, but his presence is a second gravity. Youâre caught in the pull of both of them.
âYouâre not shaking,â he notes, voice low.
âShould I be?â you ask.
Jackâs eyes flicker.
âWeâre not going to be gentle.â
Your breath catches.
Robby moves behind you, hands bracing gently on your waist, not grabbingâjust anchoring.
âYou want us to take it from here?â he asks. âYou want to stop thinking for once?â
You nod. Not because itâs polite. Because itâs the only thing left in you.
Jack leans in. âGood.â
Then he kisses you.
Itâs not soft. Itâs not rough either. Itâs containedâall sharp control, jaw tense, mouth firm, tongue deliberate. Like heâs tasting you to see if youâre telling the truth.
You kiss back. Open-mouthed. Hungry. Barely holding your balance.
Robbyâs hands trail up your sides as you kiss Jack, fingertips dragging gently over your ribs, your sternum. When Jack breaks the kiss, youâre already breathing hard.
âBench,â he says.
They guide you to it. You sit, knees slightly apart, spine straight.
Jack drops to one knee in front of you. His hands go to your waistband. He looks up. âYes?â
You nod again. âYes.â
He slides your scrub pants down slow, watching your face. You donât look away. Your underwear is nextâlow-cut, black, delicate. His thumbs hook into the sides and pull them down in one smooth motion.
Now youâre bare. Fully.
And theyâre both still fully clothed. That does something to you. Something low and sharp and needy.
Jackâs hand smooths up your thigh. His eyes stay locked on yours.
âYouâve been so fucking good,â he says. âYou kept it together all shift. Gave everything to your patients. Took nothing for yourself.â
He leans in.
âThat ends now.â
Then his mouth is on you.
His tongue starts slowâflat, firm pressure over your clit, no teasing. No buildup. Like heâs been waiting for this and heâs not wasting time.
Your hips twitch, but his grip locks you downâone arm slung under your thigh, the other braced across your stomach, holding you exactly where he wants you.
You can barely breathe. Your hands scramble for something to hold.
Then you feel Robby behind you.
He climbs onto the bench, one knee beside your hip, chest flush to your back. His arm wraps around your shouldersâsteady, groundingâand his mouth finds your jaw.
âRelax,â he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. âLet it happen.â
Jackâs mouth moves with maddening precisionâevery flick, every circle deliberate. Not fast. Not gentle. Exactly what you need. Like heâs been studying the way you breathe for weeks.
You whimper. It escapes before you can catch it.
âGood,â Robby whispers. âThatâs good. Let us hear you.â
Jack groans low into you and your hips twitch again. You canât help it.
âJackââ you gasp.
He doesnât stop. His grip tightens. You feel his tongue change rhythm, pressure intensifying just enough.
And thenâ
You come.
It hits like a wave, cresting hard and then crashing down your spine. Your body shakes with it. Jack holds you through the whole thingânever backing off, never letting up until youâve ridden it to the end.
When he finally pulls away, his mouth is wet, eyes dark. Controlled.
âYouâre going to come again,â Jack says.
You barely have time to breathe before he stands and undoes his belt.
Behind you, Robby doesnât move far. His hand slides up, slow and deliberate, until it rests gently at your throatânot choking, just there.
His mouth finds your ear again.
âYouâre safe,â he murmurs. âWeâve got you.â
Jack pushes his pants down just enough. His cock is thick, flushed, hard.
He strokes himself once. Twice.
âYou want this?â he asks.
âYes,â you breathe.
âYou ready to be fucked like you deserve?â
You nod. âYes.â
âGood girl.â
Your thighs go weak at the praise. It shatters something soft inside you.
Jack lines up. Grips your hips. Pushes in slowâinch by inch.
Heâs big. Stretching. Real.
You gasp. Clutch his arms. He groans when he bottoms out.
âYou take it so well,â Robby murmurs behind you.
Jack starts to moveâdeep, even thrusts. His hips roll, grinding against your clit every time. You canât stay quiet. Not with the way he fills you, not with Robbyâs hands on your skin, not with both of them murmuring praise you didnât know you craved.
âThatâs it,â Jack growls. âTake me.â
âYouâre doing so well,â Robby breathes, lips at your neck. âSo fucking good for us.â
Youâre going to fall apart again.
âJackââ
âIâve got you,â he pants. âDonât hold back.â
You donât.
The second orgasm is messier. Sharper. It rips through you like a current, and this time, when you cry out, Jack slams into you and holds.
You pulse around him. He groans.
And then he comesâhips pressed deep, cock twitching inside you, a low growl caught in his throat.
The locker room goes still.
Your head drops back against Robbyâs shoulder. Youâre breathing like you just ran a trauma codeâfast, uneven, body humming from the inside out.
Robbyâs arms stay wrapped around your waist, anchoring you.
âYou okay?â he murmurs, lips brushing the edge of your jaw.
You nod.
Jackâs still inside you, hands gentler nowâsteadying your hips as you both come down.
âYou did so well,â he says, quiet and low.
You exhale. A shaky laugh escapesâhalf-sigh, half-something else. Robby kisses your shoulder. Your skin still buzzes with aftershock when Jack finally pulls out.
You whimperâbarely audible, not from pain, but from the absence. The sudden ache of being empty.
Robby doesnât let you fold in on yourself. His arms stay around you, his chest flush to your back, his hands firm at your ribs. Holding you there.
âEasy,â he whispers, brushing damp hair from your neck. âYou did so fucking good.â
Jack steps back. His pants are still open. His cock glistens, softening, but he doesnât tuck himself away. Doesnât move far.
He just watches.
Your eyes flutter open.
Robby shifts slightly behind youâjust enough to look down at you from the side.
âSheâs not done,â he says, voice quiet but certain.
Jack doesnât answer. But the way his jaw clenchesâyou know he agrees.
âYou okay?â Robby asks again, lips brushing your temple now.
You nod.
He smiles, slow and crooked. The kind of smile that means something soft is about to feel dangerous.
âGood girl.â
Your body jolts at the wordsâlike your nerves havenât caught up yet, like the phrase reached something deeper than muscle.
Jack smirks. âShe likes that.â
âShe loves that,â Robby murmurs. âDonât you?â
You nod again. This time slower. Your throat is too tight to answer out loud.
âUp,â Robby says gently. âLetâs get you on your back.â
He helps you shiftâguiding you gently by the waist as you lie back along the bench, your spine pressing into the cool surface, legs still parted and loose from the high.
Then Robby slides down from the bench. Jack doesnât move. He stays where he is, leaning against the wall.
Arms folded. Cock still out. Watching.
Robby presses your legs apart with both hands, thumbs stroking gently along the inside of your thighs.
Then he lowers his head. Close. Close enough that the heat of his breath makes you twitch.
âYouâre soaked,â he murmurs.
âSheâs a mess,â Jack says. âMade for it.â
You let your head fall back. Your chest rises, tight with expectation.
Then Robbyâs tongue licks slow up your center, and your hips jolt.
He doesnât tease. Doesnât test the waters.
He dives in.
He eats you like itâs his job. Like heâs been thinking about this for weeks.
And maybe he has.
His mouth is precise â all tongue, lips, and breath â alternating pressure and rhythm, soft where Jack was firm, deep where Jack was tight.
Youâre gasping by the second pass. Your thighs twitching.
Jack steps in, crouches beside the bench. His hand finds yours and grips it â firm, grounding â as Robby mouths your clit and groans into you.
âSheâs close already,â Robby murmurs, not lifting his head.
âSheâs been close since I pulled out,â Jack mutters. His free hand trails along your breastbone, tracing lazy lines between the soft curves of your chest.
âYou holding back on us, sweetheart?â Robby says, flicking his tongue against you.
âNoââ Your voice breaks. âIâI canâtââ
âYes you can,â Jack says.
Robbyâs mouth works faster now, tongue circling, flattening, sucking you into the space between his lips and holding you there while your body starts to shake.
âIâve got her,â Robby murmurs.
Jack strokes your arm, smooth and slow. âLet go.â
You do.
The third orgasm rips through you. Itâs a full-body collapse â thighs trembling, fingers digging into Jackâs arm, head thrown back. You moan loud this time, and neither of them shushes you.
Robby doesnât stop.
He works you through it â mouth never letting go â until your legs start to twitch uncontrollably and your voice cracks from the noise caught in your chest.
âEasy,â Robby says. âThatâs it.â
Youâre gasping. Trembling. Raw.
Jack leans in, kisses your jaw. Then your mouth. Then your cheekbone.
âYouâre unbelievable,â he murmurs. âYou should see yourself right now.â
Robby finally pulls back, chin soaked, breathing hard. He leans in and kisses your inner thighâslow, reverent.
âYouâve got nothing left to prove,â he says.
You want to answer. You canât. All you can do is lie there, letting them both touch you, praise you, look at you like you just gave them something holy.
Which maybe you did.
You smile, lips swollen, hair plastered to your forehead. You exhale slowly, like your bodyâs still remembering how to breathe.
Robby runs a hand through his hair and rises to his feet, then offers his arm without a word.
You take it. Let him help you sit up, your legs shaky. Jack is already tucking himself back into his boxers, and zips his pants without a word.
He doesnât wipe himself off. Doesnât look away.
He moves like heâs still in itâlike heâs taking every part of you with him.
No one says anything.
You find your clothes from where they were dropped and pull them on slowly. You donât bother with the bra.
You grab your phone from your locker where it was buzzing, thumb hovering over the screen for a second too long.
9:12 PM â SAMIRA well??? did you kiss him?? is he weird pls tell me you didnât ghost again girl donât make me call the ER, i swear this guy is TOO GOOD to waste!!! if youâre hiding in a supply closet again iâm going to strangle you
âOh, fuck,â you mutter. âSamiraâs texting me.â
Jack lifts an eyebrow but doesnât comment. Robby leans in just enough to see.
âShe really thought you were gonna make it to that date, huh?â
You snort, exhausted. âShe probably already told him I got called into another trauma.â
Jack wipes a hand down his face. âNot technically a lie.â
Robby smirks. âYou gonna tell her the truth?â
You lean back against the lockers, phone still in your hand, and exhale.
âWhatââsorry, got fucked on a bench insteadâ?â
Robby whistles low under his breath. âYikes.â
âBit much,â Jack agrees, but heâs not even trying to hide the smirk.
âPretty sure youâre done with blind dates,â Robby says.
You slide your phone into your pocket, still smiling.
âYeah,â you say. âI think I am.â
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The One Where We Have to Fuck or Die
Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader



Fred gives Reader his test vial of a new love potion for the store. They quickly realize if they donât have sex then itâll kill her.
Tags: Porn Logic, Aphrodisiac, fucking like rabbits, both reader and Fred are in their late 20s-early 30s
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
It started as a normal Saturday for (Y/n). She had slept in, made some breakfast, cleaned her flat, and had been getting ready to relax for the rest of the day. That was until a familiar owl had found its way to her window, dropping off a letter with her name scrawled across the front. The handwriting was all too familiar, making her roll her eyes as she retrieved it from the owl before sending him on his way.
Having met the twins in her first year at Hogwarts was a pivotal moment, developing a fast friendship with the both of them after a prank gone wrong. That fateful afternoon sparked a 12 year long friendship between the twins and her.
Yet, there was always something between her and Fred, others may say they were destined together, they chose to believe they were just really good friends. Itâs part of the reason he could send a letter like this, asking for her to rush down to his shop and help him. As annoyed as she would act, she would always rush to his side.
It didnât take long for her to get dressed and make her way to Diagon Alley, easily finding her way through the busy street to her favorite store. As (Y/n) entered the shop she turned waving to George as she passed through toward the back. The store was as crowded as it usually was for a weekend, causing her to weave through several other customers before she was able to each the employees only section. The letter she had received from Fred to come to the store said it was an urgent matter, but having known him long enough, she was positive he was lying. But yet, here she was.
Not wasting anytime, she pushed into his office, seeing him sat at his desk, feet resting as he smirked upon seeing her enter.
âWell, if it isnât my most loyal test subject.â
âWhat is it now, Fred?â She asked, crossing her arms, clearly not assumed by his mood.
Standing up, Fred walked around his desk, handing her a glittery pink vial, causing her to raise an eyebrow as she grabbed it from him. Looking at it, it was clear what it was supposed to be, having seen many of the Twinâs famous love potions before.
âA love potion? Donât you already have several different kinds?â She asked, curious as to where this was leading.
âNot just any love potion, this is specifically for our older couples. You know, to help them spicy up their lives.â
âLike Viagra?â
Fred raised an eyebrow, not understanding what that was. He quickly shrugged it off, turning back to his sales pitch. âNo, no. This is better than any muggle product.â Moving behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders. âWhatâs the number one reason most people get divorced?â He gave a second for her to think before answering for her. âThatâs right, lack of passion. Imagine how many people we could help if we sold passion in a vial. How âbout that?â
âWork on your sales pitch, but I do like the idea.â placing a hand in her chin, she observed the vial closely. âI figure you want me to test it?â Looking over her shoulder she sees Fred nod. âHave you tested it on anything else?â
âTested a few drops on some plants, didnât kill them so it should be fine for human consumption.â
âThat sounds promising.â She teased, sliding away from his grasp. âWhatâs in it for me?â
âBesides being so horny thereâs no way you wonât have an amazing orgasm once you go home?â He teased, before continuing his pitch. âUsual price, 50 galleons and unlimited supplies if you so need it.â
Fred stuck his hand out, waiting to see if sheâd take his offer. After pondering for a few seconds, she reached out with her free hand shaking it. A deal with the devil, some would say.
Uncorking the vial, she pressed it to her lips, swallowing the liquid. Luckily, he had been able to get it to taste more pleasant than his other attempts, reminding her of fresh strawberries with cream. Her eyes moved to look at the ceiling, waiting for the desired effects to happen. Awkwardly she began to look around the room to pass the time, feeling a little weird to test this kind of potion in front of her friend, but money is money. And she trusted that Fred would not kill her.
As she took a look behind him, her attention was drawn to his work station. Her eyes were drawn to the ingredients he had used, haphazardly tossed about. There were the components to making a love potion, a rather simple potion. No, what caught her eye was the other ingredients he had mixed, a good amount well known aphrodisiacs along with an odd collection of ingredients that have her an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Walking over, she got a better look at them, understanding why she felt so uneasy. Mixing these ingredients together are well known for causing the person who took the potion to die if certain conditions werenât met.
Wide eyed, she snapped to look at Fred, her body feeling warm as she felt it begins to take effect. He seems none the wiser to his fatal error, his arrogant smirk pissing her off. Throwing the empty vial at him, she turned on her heel to face him.
âYou fucking moron.â She spat, panic raising in her voice, her legs subconsciously clenching together as that heat began to grow between her legs. âYou didnât make a better love potion, you made an aphrodisiac with poison.â
Fredâs face contorted, not understanding why she seemed so ticked off. His brows pushed together, as he walked over to her, trying to better understand the situation, while also a little ticked off she had thrown the small vial at him. He began to watch her more closely than before, thinking that something about his potion had caused her reaction.
Trying her best not to act on the deep ache, she moved farther from Fred. The feeling was almost too much, her hand subconsciously moving toward her crotch, wanting to swirl circles to dull the ache. Instead, her other hand moved to hold the other one, interlocking her fingers together behind her back.
âWhat are you on about?â Fred asked as he moved closer.
âFred, this potion is going to kill me. How fucking dense are you?â (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it to try and regain her focus as her thoughts grew more perverse.
âYouâve gone mental. Donât tell me you never been horny before, love?â Fred teased, watching the way her face flushed like a virgin.
âIâm being serious.â She said, fanning herself as she felt her body warm up. âYouâve basically just signed my death warrant if I donât get shagged as soon as possible.â
âSo youâre saying, you need dick not to die?â He laughed, almost not taking her seriously.
âShut up.â She spat, moving away from him as he moved closer.
âHave you gone sick in the brain?â He asks, reaching to take her temperature, which she skillfully dodged. âHonestly, woman, if you wanted me that badly you didnât need to make up such an insane lie.â
âFred, fucking listen to me.â She said, stepping forward and grabbing his face to look at his ingredients. âThink real hard about what these ingredients do. I know potions wasnât your strong suit, but fucking think.â
As Fred surveyed the ingredients, he tried his best to recall his potions class. As his mind ran through all the things Snape had said, he came to the same horrifying conclusion she had come to moments ago. His head whipped around, noticing how want she looked, her eyes struggling to stay locked on his face, and the way her legs shook as they clenched together.
âOh, I fucked up.â He mumbled, his brain racing as he tried to think of an antidote. Fred bolted from his spot, looking at what ingredients he had left. His mind was racing trying to figure out how to make an antidote before his potion killed her.
Her eyes watched him, panic rising through her body as she felt how the heat began to rise within. The potion Fred had brewed was a lot more fast acting than she was expecting. Even though her brain was being quickly consumed with impure thoughts, she began calculating how much time she had before it would inevitably kill her, but her thoughts kept getting interrupted.
Her eyes trailed down his body, wanting nothing more than to pull his trousers down and go wild with him. It felt insane, she had known him since they were teens and they had never once come close to hooking up, despite all the rumors that had swirled saying otherwise. Speaking of rumors, her mind couldnât help but focus on the rumors of how good Fred was in bed, remembering how they spoke so highly of his ability. How the girls he did hook up with swore he was the best fuck they had ever had.
Letting out a drawn out whine, she stomped her foot, closing her eyes tight as she tried to fight back from thinking of him like that. It felt so shameful, like she was no better than a common pervert to think that way about Fred. Shaking her head, she used all her brain power to push the impure thoughts out, which she was successfully able to do.
Given the large amounts of aphrodisiacs he had mixed in, she figured they had less than 30 minutes before the effects became irreversible. No matter how fast her and Fred worked, she would still be dead before he figured the correct concoction. The only solution was that they had to have sex now. Eyes widening, she felt a new emotion besides instensely building lust, dread.
âWe donât have fucking time,â she cursed, her breathing becoming more labored as she tried to speak, âwe have to do it.â
âIt?!â
âIt!!!â She shot back, already moving to throw her shirt off her body, exposing him to the way her chest heaved.
Fred nearly had a heart attack seeing her chest. It wasnât like he was a virgin or anything, he had seen his fair share of tits, but this was his best friend. His insanely hot best friend he has had a massive thing for for years now, but still his best friend. His best friends who was surprisingly good at removing her clothes as fast as she can, most of her clothes now thrown about his office. His best friend who looked as if she was going to jump him any second now.
âWe donât have time for you to guess who to brew the antidote, unless youâd rather I die than fuck me.â Her voice was strained, trying hard to focus on her words than succumbing to the lust.
Fred didnât respond immediately, causing her to look at him, worried he might just let her die rather than fuck her. Most of her clothes were already thrown around the room, she felt way too exposed for a serious moment like this. Raising her eyebrows, she shot him a concerned look, silently pleading that he wouldnât just let her suffer for his mistake. It seemed to have knocked some sense into Fred, who quickly responded.
âRight,â he stuttered out, âyouâre right.â He quickly said, beginning to unbutton his shirt, his mind racing with a million thoughts. âI am so bloody sorry, (Y/n).â
âShut up, if you get all sad and shit itâll be difficult for you to get hard.â She replied, trying her best to seem cold and calculated. Her thoughts were only occupied on getting this done as soon as possible, no need for feelings. âYou can think of ways to make this up to me after Iâm no longer dying.â
âWait,â Fred said, making (Y/n) stop in her tracks, âlet me justâŚâ he reached over, pushing her close to him before apperating them both into the apartment above the store, right in his room. âThis will be better.â
The environment from his office to his room was definitely better, no longer could they hear the muffled sounds of customers from within the store. Fredâs room was messy, clearly he hadnât assumed this would be how his day would be going. As he threw his clothes onto the floor where the rest of his laundry seemed to end up, he tried to think of sexy thoughts to get himself aroused. But looking back at his friend, who was giving him the most fuckable bedroom eyes he had ever seen did the trick.
(Y/n) ripped off her underwear, tossing them into the room before laying on the bed, crawling backwards as she let out a shaky moan, her mind unable to fight off the lustful thoughts anymore. Her hand reached between her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but only making her more needy. Some part of her felt humiliated, to be reduced this easily from a potion, no longer able to spit out any kind of insult at him as she stared up at him. All she was able to do was speak directly from her lust, not able to cover it up with any kind of quick witted reply as she normally would.
âFuck,â she shakily moaned, her eyes then locking onto Fredâs, âneed you. Badly.â
Now, hereâs how Fredâs usual hook ups turn out. He charms them into his bed and then shows them how itâs done. Never in his life had he ever been lost for words, yet a situation like this rarely occurs. So you must forgive him for not knowing what to do watching his best friend of over ten years touch herself and talk to him like that.
Fred made his way to the bed, sliding in between her parted thighs. He felt like a total prat for even struggling to take control of the situation and fuck her. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fred steadied himself, reaching down to stroke himself a few times. His cock stood tall and proud, making her clench in need as she looked down.
As he lined himself up with her entrance, he found the situation awkward given their history. She deserved better than a standard fuck, a little romance and, though he hates to say it, a little passion. Looking down at her, his hair falling perfectly over his face, he spoke.
âCan I kiss you?â
(Y/n) looked at him incredulously, already completely naked in front of him. The rational part of her brain wanted to tell him no, to keep their feelings out of this and just do what they have to to keep her from an early grave. But god, did she want to kiss him. To not feel like this decision is inevitably going to ruin your friendship.
She quickly nodded her head, her lust answering for her as she shot forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.
It shouldâve been awkward, like kissing a sibling. They both shouldâve hated the kiss, but instead it was electrifying. Their mouths melded perfectly together, as if they were meant to be.
As they made out, Fred got to work, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cunt, trying to coat it in her slick before he slid in. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt just got wet she already was, groaning into her mouth as his hips subconsciously pushed forward. (Y/n) whined against his mouth, her eyes screwing up as the tip of his cock bumped into her inflamed clit, mumbling out his name.
It was all too much, her body felt on fire as she began to beg him to fuck her, tears welling as the potion came to a head. Her head was swimming with lust as she felt his length press against her.
Fred began to push in, trying to go as slow as possible. God, it felt way too good to be true, as if she was meant for him the way she perfectly sucked him in. As he pulled back from the kiss, he couldnât help but watch the way he stretched her open.
âYou feel sâgood,â Fred groaned as he was fully sheathed in her.
âFred-,â her voice called out, the air from her lungs having been knocked out from the feeling. Her nails were digging into his back as she felt him bottom out, his words almost too much to hear at the same time. âMove. Move now, need it,â it wouldâve sound like her usually bossy tone if it wasnât as whiney as it had been.
His hips moved back, almost agonizingly slow before snapping forward with enough force to move her up the bed. She couldnât tell if it was the potion or if Fred was actually this good in bed, but it was driving her crazy how good she felt. A part of her feared she may be ruined for life, that nobody else would ever make her feel this good ever again. Not that sheâd ever admit that to him, his ego already too inflated for his own good.
âNeed me that bad that youâll beg for it?â He smugly spoke, his hips snapping forward to accentuate his point. âNeed me to fuck you nice and hard?â He teased, clearly not feeling as awkward as he once did.
Reaching out, his finger masterfully found its way to her clit, swirling around it. (Y/n) threw her head back, loudly whining as she ground against him. Her hands went to cover her face, embarrassed that she knew the potion wasnât entirely to blame for how horny she felt in this moment. That fucking her best friend was better than any rumor she had ever heard.
âCome on, tell me how good you feel, (Y/n).â
God, did she want to smack him upside his smug head, to wipe that grin off the cocky bastards face. But she couldnât hide the way his words made her feel, how he cunt clenched tightly around him each time he spoke. Bringing her arm over her face, she attempted to hide from him, too flustered by his dirty talk. Nobody had ever talked to her like this and she definitely didnât expect Fred would be the one to do so.
His hips started to slow, causing her eyes to snap open. Panic began to rise in her chest, both sides of her brain not wanting this to stop. It was a bluff, he felt way too good to stop. And he didnât want her to die either.
âNeed you to tell me how bad you want this cock.â
Exasperated by his sudden need to hear her, she let her lust driven brain speak freely. Throwing her head back, she didnât even filter her thoughts out.
âPlease fuck me, need to feel you fill me up. Feels so fucking good, Fred.â Her hips attempted to grind up against his, but felt his hand hold her down. âWanted this, wanted to feel you stretch me out for so long.â
âYouâre so bloody perfect.â Fredâs his snapped back into hers, a new sense of vigor taking over as he pounded into her. âGonna make this pussy mine.â
His eyes met hers and for the first time they saw each other since this whole mess started. She stared up at him with her pupils blown out in lust, but with so much trust in him.
His hips stuttered as he felt unbelievably close, his mouth opening as his eyes shut, letting out a groan. âOh, fuck. Feels so good. Not gonna last much longer.â
As he spoke, her hips began to rise, grinding against his groin as she met his thrusts. The deep need to release filling her mind to the brim. Her head moved to look at the clock on the wall, but Fredâs hand moved to stop her from looking.
âFocus on me,â he spoke, his voice deep as his hips began to hammer into her harder, âjust focus on me.â
Looking into his eyes, seeing how he looked at her for the first time was eye opening. All the love and adoration he felt for her as his hips continued to pound into her made her legs lock around him, keeping him in place. Throwing her head back, her vision turned white, her voice cracking from the intensity she felt as her body tensed up around him, finally releasing.
And Fred was right, this was one of the best orgasms of her life. Mind shattering, earth breaking, pure bliss from such a tiny vial of poison.
His hips began to slow as she clenched around him, sucking him deep. Feeling him twitch inside her as he shot his load into her, his hips pressing firmly against hers as he released his seed. Her eyes clenched shut and her nails dug into his shoulder blades, hard enough to leave marks.
Unexpectedly, he leaned down, pressing a passionate kiss to her lips, his hips still pressed firmly against her. (Y/n)âs hands flew to his hair, tangling into his ginger locks as she kissed back, riding out their climaxes together.
Once the emotions came down, he rested his forehead against hers, savoring the remaining moments before he had to pull away. Looking back down, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then pulling out, apologizing as he saw her wince at the feeling.
As Fred pulled out, (Y/n) felt her body begin to feel normal again, no longer under the control of the potion. Between the mix of sweat and the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she felt that her thoughts were finally hers, no longer clouded by lust. Looking over, she saw Fred running a hand through his hair, seeing him in entirely new light than before. And suddenly everything made sense to her.
All those failed dates, countless nights spent wondering why nobody ever made her feel like this. It all clicked into place in her mind.
They were both laid in Fredâs bed, staring at the ceiling, coming to terms with everything they just did. No longer with the looming threat of death, it gave them a moment to reflect on what this meant for them. It was clear that they could not ignore this and move on from it, not when they both felt the same.
Fred makes the first move, moving closer to her, doing that thing where he pokes at her head when sheâs over thinking. He gets one of those smiles that just lights up the room before he speaks to her.
âSoooo⌠round two?â Fred half heartedly joked.
Her hands reach to grab her pillow and push it into his face, softly smothering him. She playful pulled away from his embrace, needing to run to the bathroom to clean the mess.
âShut up, I need to get cleaned up.â She spoke, trying to sound irritated but the smile on her face betrayed her.
He playfully reached out, missing her warmth next to him as she searched the room for something to cover herself with.
âHopefully that afternoon crowd will keep George busy, because Iâm not done with you.â Fred yells after her, laughing at her embarrassment as she wrapped a blanket around her and ran down the hall to his bathroom. âI have years to make up for not doing this.â
âYeah, you can think of ways to make up for nearly killing me while your waiting.â
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"Wââ Dᾢd ââᾢâ ââ Yâᾤ?"
Based off the troupe..."who did this to you?" with the one and only Bucky Barnes. Top vote from my poll! <3
warnings: blood, violence, guns, graphic descriptions of wounds/first aid, reader has a needle phobia (so maybe I'm a little self-indulgent I'm just a girl), John Walker (I fucking hate him! <3)
I pant as I look around me, three unconscious men bleeding onto the pavement. John is just down the ally, getting repeatedly punched in gut as two men hold him, the burliest looking one smiling as he forces his fist forward. Blood trickles down my lip, body bruised and nicked by far too many knifes. This wasn't supposed to happen--like at all. I had been walking down the street after going on a solo-intel mission, leaving Sam, Bucky and Zemo at the apartment. That was until John found me after tracking my phone. He was trying to get me to reason with him, convince the boys and I to team up with him and Lamar. I rolled my eyes and waved him off, but he followed me into the alleyway anyways. Seems like someone was following him too.
I suck in a breath as my hand grazes over my side, hand covered in blood as I looked at it. "Fuck," I muttered, pulling my phone out of my pocket. It was completely cracked, the home screen flickering on before the phone let out a quiet crack! the screen going dark. I sigh, eyes peering back over at John. He was slumped on the ground, the men still throwing punches at him. I wanted to walk away, let him suffer the consequences of his own misfortune, but a voice in the back of my head told me to help. With all the energy I had left, I pull my gun from my back pocket, walking down the ally with my gun drawn at the men. "Hey, dickheads!" I yelled, pausing their beating momentarily. John weakly stands up, slipping out of the alleyway as they are distracted. "This doesn't involve you," the burley one said, rolling up his sleeves. I groan as I see John leave, rolling my eyes for believing he would clean up his own mess. "Yeah, well, you attacked me, so beat it before I put a fucking bullet in your head, yeah?" I say, clicking the safety off. The men only grin, however their antics are cut short as one of them gasps at the missing Captain America. They run out of the alleyway to search for him, a grateful sigh leaving my exhausted lips. I started to feel weak from the blood loss, placing the gun back in my pocket. Luckly, I wasn't too far from the apartment.
I quietly limp down the street, exhaling as the apartment comes into view. I could already tell what they were going to say. Sam would be concerned, Bucky would be ready to head straight back out there to beat someone's ass, and Zemo would merely smirk and drink his Turkish tea. I hobble up the steps, a painful groan leaving my lips as blood continued to seep through my shirt. I grasp the door handle, using it to keep myself upright, hand clutching my side to help contain the bleeding. The door clicks as it opens, swinging forward. I forced myself to stand up right (as well as I could), limping into the apartment. Zemo sees me first, after all he was still sitting on the couch, smirking as he sets his tea down on the coffee table. Sam sees me second, eyes growing wide as his brows furrow together. "Shit girl, what did you get yourself into?" He asks, walking over to me to help me stand. I groan as my hand slips from my wound, biting my already bleeding lip. Bucky sees me third after glancing up from pouring his drink, quickly setting the glass down on the counter. "What the hell happened?" Bucky asks, giving me a once over as Sam helps me sit up on the counter. My eyes flutter closed as my body's energy feels drained, body slumping forward slightly. Bucky catches me, pressing his hand where my hand fell off of my side. Sam heads to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, a sigh leaving his lips. "Hey, wake up sweetheart, don't fall asleep," Bucky says, lifting my chin up with his other hand, watching as my eyes try to flutter back open. I swallow, groaning as he presses tighter onto my wound. "Sam? You plan on bringing that over here anytime soon?" He asks, anger bubbling up inside him. Sam sets it down on the counter next me, popping it open as he scans the contents. He grabs the wrap of gauze, unraveling it slightly. Bucky lifts the side of my blood-soaked shirt up, a slight tick in his jaw at the sight of my wound.
Sam helps wrap it tight around my waist, a sharp cry leaving my lips as he wraps it tight. "Fuck, Sam-" I cry, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Bloods soaking through too much, need to stitch it up." Sam says, grabbing the needle and thread as Bucky unravels the gauze. As Sam pulls the thread through the needle, my eyes go wide. "Hey, hey, what are you doing? You are not sticking that thing in me, absolutely not," I gasp, reaching up to Bucky's hands to tug my shirt back down. Bucky stops me from doing so, grabbing my chin to force me to look at him. "Yes, we absolutely are," he says firmly, glaring at me. I get lost in his stormy eyes, completely unaware that Sam as stuck the needle into the first stitch. However, as I realize, a sharp cry leaves my lips, tears falling down my cheeks at a rapid pace. Bucky cradles my face as he forces me to look away from the blood and needle, using his thumbs to gently wipe away my tears. "Almost done," Sam says, pulling the last thread through. Sobs racked through my body as my legs, arms, back aches in all places, eyes trying to say focused on Bucky's. As Sam wraps the gauze around me once again, Bucky lets go of my face and goes to wash his hands. Blood washes down the drain, a quiet thank you escaping my lips as Sam finishes wrapping me up. "I know you don't like needles y/n, sorry about that." He says, giving me a small smile as glances at Zemo, who has watched the whole ordeal in amusement. My bloody hands clutch the sides of the counter, swallowing as the tears stop flowing. Bucky comes over with a glass of water, picking my hand up as he places it in my hands. A silent command to drink it.
I oblige, closing my eyes as the cool liquid seeps down my dry throat. Bucky goes to wet a towel, glancing at Sam who goes to clean his hands. I set the water down, sighing quietly as Bucky comes back over. He holds my chin, dabbing the wet towel to the gash on my brow. "Who did this to you?" He asks firmly, attention still focused on the task at hand. I take a breath, tongue poking out to wet my bottom lip. "John followed me, men followed him. Guess some people don't like the new Captain America." I watch as Bucky stops his movements, lips pressed into a thin line. After searching my eyes for a moment, he returned his focus onto the wound. "Where is he," He asks, not even batting an eyelash. He was angry, it was obvious. He tried to remain calm, but I could read him like a book. "Ran off somewhere. If they hadn't noticed he slipped out when I held a gun at their heads, they probably would have tried to kill me," wincing as the cloth touched my wound. He was furious, picking up my hand to press the cloth to my bloody knuckles. "I would have killed them though," I let out a dry laugh, glancing at his focused face. "Always been good with a gun," I tease, letting out a groan as he pressed on my knuckles a little harder than needed.
"Yeah, well, I won't miss when I put a gun to John's head." He says, setting the cloth down on the counter as he heads towards the door.
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professor
the students are excited to have their old biology teacher back, but you can't be that great... right?
CW: fluffy fluff, the events of Last Stand didn't happen, Logan being Logan, reader is a chlorokinetic (controls plants), love at first sight, Logan's down bad off rip
It was a couple months back when word of your return began buzzing around the mansion.
No one knew where the rumor started, or who started it, but the day wasn't even half over before the entire student body was obsessed.
Whispers muttered during class, lunchtime gossip chains, study group pow-wows.
Many couldn't believe it.
You? Come back?
No way.
Some could've sworn you were supposed to be gone for at least a few more years.
Others thought you weren't supposed to come back at all.
And a small few even believed that your arrival could come as soon as the following month.
But after a week or so of no follow up, eventually, the rumor was put to rest, interest diverted to the next, newest gossip on campus.
...
That is... until the story came out.
Apparently, one of the studentsâwho seemed to have some sort of super-hearingâeavesdropped on a conversation between Scott and Charles, and found out you would, in fact, be returning to the school and your position as the biology teacher.
And that was all the students needed to go absolutely berserk.
It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours later before the first meeting of your welcoming committee was held, the new club already having about twenty-five members.
While they began making preparations and to-do lists for your arrival, another group began going out to your garden on the weekends, trimming the overgrown weeds and planting new flowers in their place, caring for them in the meantime.
Some students even started straightening up your old classroom, cleaning the clouded glass of the greenhouse and redecorating with your favorite blooms.
And, of course, Logan had to return from one of his trips right in the middle of it.
Now, at first, he didn't really give a shit.
But out of curiosity, he asked Rogue what all the commotion was aboutâespecially after some kid ran past him with a trolley full of potting soilâand what he gathered was that you were some professor who left about a year ago to teach abroad.
Apparently, you were nearly every kid's favorite teacher, your fun and interactive lessons, along with your genuinely kind and caring personality, touching the hearts of damn near the entire student body.
Even kids who had never met you before were chipping in, helping out those who needed a little extra manpower.
It was almost unbelievable.
'If this chick doesn't show up, Charles is gonna have a nuclear war on his hands...'

"Guys!" Kitty shouted, running straight through the front door and into the foyer. "I think her car just pulled up!"
The following stampede could've ranked as a 9.0 on the Richter scale.
It was eight in the morning on a Saturday, and half the kids were still in their pajamas, but they all moved with lightning speed, grabbing their signs and noise-makers before running down the stairs.
A boy with super speed sprinted to the lower level dorms and woke everyone else, while a girl with the ability to stretch hung up a welcome banner over the archway.
"Hurry! She's walking up!" Kitty reported, her head halfway through a window.
Quickly, the students formed a crowd at the door, the teachers slowly descending the stairs to join them.
"Mmm. She's here already?" Jean yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she landed on the final step, hand in hand with Scott.
"Still as punctual as ever," he smiled.
"I'll say," Ororo grinned, crossing her robe over her chest, "She wasn't supposed to show up for another week."
Logan was less amused.
No one should have that much energy on a weekend.
Even still, he quietly settled himself off to the side, leaning up against a wall while the others joined the crowd.
'You wouldn't get this kinda reception if the President was the one coming...'
"Y'know..." Ororo started, seemingly out of nowhere, as she joined him on the wall. "I think you'll like her... she's just your type."
He turned to her, raising a brow, "Is she, now?"
Despite his playful tone, he wasn't entertaining the idea in the slightest.
All that true love-soulmate bullshit didn't exist for men like him.
He was 136, going on 137, and had loved and lost enough times to realize that at the end of the day, he'd outlive her.
So why bother?
His life would be one he forever walked aloneâa fact he was slowly coming to terms with.
Or at least he thought he was.
Because as you walked through the threshold before him, flashing a heart-stopping grin, he felt all that shit go flying out his head.
You were absolutely beautiful.
And you'd think after 200 years he'd learn...
"Surprise!" the children cheered, proudly holding up their signs and tossing confetti into the air. "Welcome home!"
You gasped, dropping your bags and covering your mouth in shock as you admired the homemade decorations.
"Kids, you shouldn't have!" you smiled brighter than the sun, letting out a small laugh as they all rushed you for a group hug.
And, of course, you were happy to oblige.
"It's good to see you, (y/n)," Scott greeted, he and Jean walking over.
(y/n).
The name sounded like honey on his tongue.
"Logan," Ororo smirked, elbowing her friend in the rib. "You're drooling."
The man cleared his throat, closing his mouth and averting his eyes so they couldn't embarrass him any further.
"Some of you have gotten so big since we last met!" you cheesed, pulling back to examine each of them. "And I see some new faces, too..."
But, against his will, Logan's gaze trailed back to you, Jean's speech going in one ear and out the other.
And when it landed on your face again, he realized he wasn't the only one staring.
Your soft, (e/c) eyes were trained on him as well, their flicker of curiosity and awe completely contrasting your composed demeanor.
It made him feel hot, being subject to your gaze, and he could feel himself thoughtlessly straightening his posture, making himself appear taller, and slightly larger.
You let out a silent laugh, discreetly bringing a hand to your lips to cover it, but not before letting the man get a peak of your smile once more.
Fuck, that smile.
"Can you two quit eye-fucking? It's gross," Scott groaned, joining the two on the wall.
Logan ignored him, looking toward you with a small smirk.
Something about you gave him a good feeling... like things would be different.
Maybe love could exist for him after all...

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Hi Xae, have a good new year, I wanted to ask you if you could write about Kang Dae-ho (player 388) from Squid Game 2, where the reader joins Gihun's team and even though it's only been a few hours, she and Dae-ho already have chemistry and Dae-ho tells Gihun's friend how pretty the reader is, making him a little angry and calling him a fool in love, ty â¤!
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Kang Dae-Ho/Player 388 - Fool in love
Synopsis: You and Dae-ho get along within the first second you meet - maybe it's meant to be?
A/N: Finally dropping this !! Dae-ho is so cutie and I love him sm
Warning: none !!
A game where death is lurking right around the corner is enough to send a chill down anyoneâs spine. Especially yours. You only came here because you needed the money but you weren't confident that you'd be willing to die for it. The idea that you might die soon made you utterly afraid. You had a family that you'd most definitely like to go home to but most of the other players seemed far too keen to stay in this hell and it meant you were stuck there with them too.
On a more fortunate note, there seemed to be a previous winner amidst the hundreds of other players and you'd be damned if you didn't rely on someone who knew what he was doing. If he really was a winner, then he could predict the games. Maybe then you'd actually have a chance of getting out alive and with a lot of money.
âHi. You're the guy from earlier who said that he played this before, right?â You ask as you stand in front of player 456. You thought maybe being his ally would make you feel better but, with the way he looked up at you, he was actually kind of scary. It's like his face had been frozen into a hard glare. Though, to be fair, he was apparently the sole survivor of the game he played so he must have suffered plenty of losses. You suppose you'd look that unhappy too if you lost people you cared about.
He gives you a nod as the other people sitting around look at you too. They looked a lot less terrifying than him which made you feel a bit better. âI was wondering if maybe I could stick with you guys? I don't really want to be on my own and, since you've played these games before, you can help, right?â you ask with a hopeful look. You were really hoping that they'd be welcoming to you.Â
âMm? Who are you?â Someone suddenly speaks and, when you look towards the voice, you see a boy with food stuffed in his mouth peeking out from around the corner. His eyes briefly widen when he sees you properly before he quickly puts his food down and jumps off the bed. âOf course, you can stick with us,â he says rather eagerly as the three men behind him give him a strange look.
âAh, really? Thank you,â you say with a nervous grin as he practically pushes you to sit down. You honestly didn't expect to be welcomed with such open arms. Actually, maybe that wasn't really a team decision but you didn't complain because now you had a team who could protect you and that you could hopefully trust.Â
âSo, who are you?â He asks as he grabs his food from the bed before he sits down beside you with his legs crossed. He looked genuinely interested to know everything about you and it made your heartbeat a little faster. He was cute. That was for sure. So to have his eyes on you was certainly making you slightly nervous. You cleared your throat before introducing yourself as you tried to maintain eye contact with him.
He repeats your name as if testing out how it sounds when said from his own mouth. After a slight pause, he gives a slight nod of approval before speaking up again. âI'm Dae-ho. Kang Dae-ho,â he says with a smile. In all honesty, he had never seen someone as pretty as you. You really captivated his attention. He felt like he couldn't take his eyes off you.
âKang Dae-ho,â you repeat quietly as you engrave the name into your mind. âThat's a nice name,â you say with a small smile and he smiles too. âIt's supposed to mean big tiger. Kang means big and Dae-ho means tiger,â he explains before taking a bite of his food.Â
âBig tiger? You don't look very big,â you say with a small smile, teasing him slightly. He swallowed down his food before responding to your comment. âWha-? I'm big! I was a marine,â he says with a proud smirk. You look at him and down and raise an eyebrow to send a clear message that you didn't believe him one bit.
âNo, I'm serious!â He says before pulling his sleeve up to reveal his tattoo. âSee?â He says as he makes sure you get a good look at it. âC'mon, anyone could get that tattooed on their arm,â you say and he immediately shakes his head in denial.Â
âYou still don't believe me? Maybe I need to show you my strength then,â he says with a small smile before throwing some gentle punches at you. You laugh at his actions as you two play fight - something that captures the attention of the other three that were sitting around. They look at you two before exchanging a glance between each other then looking away and trying to act as if you and Dae-ho aren't clearly forming some sort of chemistry right now.
The next few hours you had spent exclusively with Dae-ho talking about every little thing. You opened up to him about why you were in these games and what you had gone through and he listened so intently, it made your heart race. You swear your brain would short circuit when he looked at you with that look. When his head was tilted and his eyes said all the words he wanted to say with his mouth.
You couldn't believe you were crushing on a guy you just met. Sure, he was a good listener, funny, strong, nice, and everything else that makes someone perfect but you couldn't just fall in love with him. Hell, you're both in a game of death! One of you could die tomorrow so you really shouldn't be letting your heart race at 100 miles per hour just because he's cute.
Before the both of you knew it, there was already five minutes until lights out and you'd all have to go to sleep to have energy for tomorrowâs game. You looked over at Dae-ho before speaking up. âDae-ho, I'll be back. I'm just going to use the restroom,â you say with a small smile. When he nods his head, you wave before walking off quickly towards the door. He watched as you knocked on it before having it opened by a guard and then promptly disappearing round the corner.Â
He let out a sigh before turning around and walking over to Jung-bae. You were so pretty. He honestly couldn't believe you were real. Maybe his brain had made you up as a coping mechanism? You were just so perfect in his eyes. Everything he could possibly want. God, he'd love to take you to dinner sometime when both of you get out of this place so he can give you the love and attention you deserve. He just wished that he could cover your face in kisses for hours on end and hold your hand while taking a walk together. He didn't care if it was cliche. It didn't matter because it was for you.
He finally made it to Jung-Bae and took a seat next to him quietly. He shifted slightly to rest his chin on his hand and waited for Jung-Bae to ask what was on his mind. It was quiet for a few moments as Jung-bae chose to pretend like Dae-ho definitely didnât have anything to say about you so Dae-ho made the quick decision to let out another sigh- this time much louder to catch Jung-baeâs attention and force him to ask what's on his mind.
Jung-bae turns to look at him with slight annoyance. âWhat? Don't just sit there and sigh. What is it?â Jung-bae asks as Dae-ho turns to look at him with a shy smile. âSheâs so pretty,â he says with his face flushed slightly red, embarrassed that he was fawning over you like this. âHuh?â Jung-bae responds, confused about what he was talking about.Â
âHer. Sheâs so pretty. She has the most amazing laugh and the cutest smile and-â Dae-ho begins to speak before receiving a smack over the back of his head making him shut up. The smile on his face drops as he looks at Jung-bae like a confused puppy.
âYou're such a fool. You just met her a few hours ago,â he says as he shakes his head in disapproval. Dae-ho laughs nervously as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. âI guess.. but still. She's so perfect,â he says in poor defense.Â
He hears the door open and his head snaps towards it immediately. He was hoping it was you because he already missed talking to you, even if it's only been a few minutes since you left for the bathrooms. When he sees you, he quickly smiles and, if he was a dog, anyone would see his tail wagging back and forth. Jung-bae let out a sigh and shook his head like some father who was disappointed in his son.
âYou're planning to ask her out, aren't you?â He says only to get an immediate response.
âabsolutely,â
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too violent for tears | s.r.
in which you get a Secret Service agent assigned to you after receiving a threat against your life (Spencer is less than thrilled)
who? spencer reid x fem!reader content: angst content warnings: death threats, jealous/protective!spencer, blood, guns, snipers, emetophobia warning, anxiety, trauma/shock. word count: 3.53k a/n: this was supposed to be like 1k, not sure what happened there.
You were tapping the toe of your shoe against the carpeted floor in the elevator, the fibers stomped down by FBI agents over the years. When the door dinged, Felix, your newly assigned Secret Service agent, nudged you behind him, leading the way out of the elevator and to the bullpen.
Giving a wave to the familiar face who held the door open to you, you and your escort quickly garnered the interest of the BAU. Members had started trickling out for the day, but the A-team was still around. The last to leave, as always.
Your boyfriend was flipping through a book when he glanced up to see you, his expression softening at your arrival but morphing into confusion when he noticed the well-dressed man who would under no circumstances let you walk in front of him. Instead, you followed him single file until you could lean up against Spencerâs desk. âHey,â you greeted him casually, hoping heâd ignore the six-foot former football player standing in his midst.
He peered up at Felix, sizing him up before rising to his feet, âWhoâs your friend?â
âIâm borrowing a member of the presidentâs goon squad,â you offered, half-heartedly trying to make a joke.
Shifting on your feet, you watched as the two men reached across the desk between them and shook hands. âAgent Felix Sheffield, United States Secret Service. Iâve been assigned to Miss Y/L/Nâs detail for the foreseeable future.â
âDetail?â Spencer responded quizzically, raising a brow at you as if to say What the hell is he talking about?
Your shoulders slumped forward helplessly. âYou didnât answer your phone when I called,â you tried to explain yourself. In your defense, youâd called his cell three times before deciding to put it off.
Knowing Spencer, his cell was probably buried somewhere, covered by enough papers and pens to fully muffle the sound of your ringtone. âWhat is going on?â He asked, glaring at your assigned agent as if he was the enemy.
âSo, I was checking my email this morning, and I found an email that made me laugh, so I showed it to my boss, and it turns out itâs a death threat, and they take that stuff seriously,â you told him, your voice fading to a whisper toward the end. Even with your hushed tone, you felt the eyes of every member of the BAU train on you. To your embarrassment, Hotch and Rossi were now peeking out of their respective offices, trying to see what was going on.
Spencerâs eyes shifted to you. âYou showed a death threat to the White House Press Secretary because you thought it was a joke?â
âActually, she showed it to the Chief of Staff,â Felix interjected, playing the devilâs advocate.
You frowned at the Secret Service agent. âArenât you supposed to be on my side?â
âIâm just supposed to keep you safe,â he clarified, nodding as if he was proud of himself. He smoothed out his suit jacket, fixing the button before he looked back to Spencer. âDonât worry, Iâve got her.â
Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, straightening up and staring Felix down. âWell, you donât need to stick with her while sheâs here,â he said, adjusting his suit jacket so his firearm was visible.
Felix tilted his head to the side. âI have orders.â
You took a step back, wary of the turf war that was beginningâover you, no less. âHey, guysââ
âI understand that,â your boyfriend interrupted, âbut your UnSub isnât going to get in here.â
The invading agent gave Spencer a dubious look. âNo one armed has ever gotten in here when they werenât supposed to?â
You cringed, recalling a few stories Spencer had told you about people in the bullpen, including an incident where the glass door needed to be replaced. âIâll keep her safe,â Spencer assured him.
He didnât like that answer. âMy orders are not to leave her unless sheâs safe inside her home.â
âAnd when I go to the bathroom, hopefully.â You tried to get yourself back into the conversation, but the two men had resorted to glaring at each other.
You glanced over your shoulder, sending a pleading look to JJ, but she didnât seem any more ready to jump in than you were.
Mercifully, Felixâs phone rang just when you thought he was going to break. You took the opportunity to get closer to Spencer. âI thought you guys were seconds from breaking out the ruler.â
âWhat?â Spencer asked, furrowing his brows.
You shook your head. âNothing. Hey, itâs just an email, but they have to take this stuff seriously. I was visible in a briefing today, and people had things to say.â
Spencer didnât respond, waiting for you to elaborate on the content of the email you received.
Swallowing thickly, you shifted on your feet as you recalled the message that you would not soon forget. âI just⌠we made a statement about the NRA, and they took it personally. Sent some photos of a rifle and what they wanted to do to me,â self-consciously, you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. âPeople get, uh, creative,â you told him, though you were sure it wasnât new information to him.
Spencer looked pale, but if he had any concerns, he didnât voice them to you. He didnât have time because once Felix was off the phone, he was back to torment him. âI definitely recognize you from somewhere,â he said, pointing at Spencer with his cell phone.
Hesitantly, you sat down on the edge of Spencerâs desk, his warm hand resting casually on your shoulder. âHe scored the winning runs at the FBI-Secret Service game last year,â you said.
Felixâs smile dropped from his face, recalling the loss that had been personal to many on the opposing team. âAre you ready to go?â
To his chagrin, you ended up sticking around the BAU for another hour, waiting for Spencer to finish some paperwork before the Secret Service drove you home. Youâd been warned against the metro. Youâd been warned against most public places.
Ditching Felix at the front door, you were introduced to Caleb and Sally, who would be positioned at your front door and balcony, respectively. In an exhausted haze, you and Spencer ended up on the couch, pressing yourself against him so closely that you were practically sitting on his lap.
You were supposed to be reading; thatâs what you usually did after dinner. Your book lay open in your hands while you stared at the jumble of letters on the pages, next to you, Spencer turned yet another page, keeping his place with his fingertips.
Nothing was making any sense to you; even the familiar leather of your couch felt foreign beneath your legs. Things like this were never supposed to happen to you. You were a low-level staffer in the White House, but the one time you end up on camera, it turns into a case.
Spencer turned another page, so invested in his book that he hadnât noticed your bookmark was still in place.
Your eyes flickered to the balcony. Sally was facing the street, and you knew that Caleb was right outside the front door. Thumbing the worn corner of your book, you considered asking Spencer if you could just go to bed, but his eyes seemed so affixed to his book that you didnât want to interrupt him. You didnât want to go alone.
Itâs just a guy with a sniper rifle; you tried to convince yourself that it didnât mean anything. People in the public eye received them all the time. If you ever wanted to further your career, youâd have to develop a thicker skin.
Itâs just a guy with a sniper rifle; you repeated to yourself, shifting slightly on the couch. You moved away from Spencer, cheeks warming when he moved his placeholder hand to pull you back to him. Squeezing your thigh before returning his fingertips to the page he was on.
Itâs just a guy with a sniper rifle; you leaned your head on Spencerâs shoulder, smiling despite yourself when he placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You relaxed into him, looking back at your book when it happened.
A loud popping sound came from the street. You practically tossed your book in the air in panic, looking around for a place to hide while Spencer calmly set his book down on the side table. âHey,â he said with no harshness in his tone. His voice was so gentle that it was almost a coo. âItâs okay,â he put his arms around you while you watched Sally talk into her radio, âItâs just a car backfiring.â
You tried to take a deep breath, air catching in your throat and leaving you to choke on nothing. You erupted in a fit of coughs, covering your mouth with your arm while Spencer rubbed your back.
âYouâre safe in here,â he whispered, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. âNo oneâs going to get in,â he reassured you, propping his chin on top of your head, enveloping you in him.
Feeling like a fool, youâd forgotten that your first line of defense was Spencer. He wasnât going to let you get hurt. âIâm okay,â you muttered, keeping your eyes wide open when all you wanted to do was close them.
He hummed like he didnât believe you, and he was right to think so. âItâs alright to be scared.â
You shook your head, pulling away from him and wiping a hand down your face. âIâm not; itâs just a guy with a sniper rifle,â you said your mantra out loud this time.
Spencerâs gaze narrowed at you. âJust a guy with a sniper rifle?â He was clearly bothered by your lackadaisical attitude toward your current set of circumstances, but letting him think you were indifferent was better than letting him know you were terrified. âYou do know what sniper rifles do, right?â
His question was rhetorical, but that didnât stop you from lifting your chin to respond, âTheyâre like giant party poppers.â
Relaxing his posture, you watched as recognition flashed in his eyes. You didnât mind the fact that he was actively profiling you, so long as it meant heâd stop asking questions. You were afraid that with too many more questions, youâd break, and that was something you couldnât afford right now.
So, he let you deflect, leading you into your shared bedroom with both hands, keeping your fingertips in his. You wondered, not for the first time that night, if asking to get his gun from the safe and leave it on the nightstand was too much.
Refraining, you laid down on the bed, sighing as Spencer dragged his hand up and down your spine, waiting for you to fall asleep before he considered it for himself.
âReally?â Felix asked, putting his hands on his hips while you crouched to tie the laces on your shoes for the nth time that day. âYouâve spent more time tying your shoes than we have walking,â he observed.
You hummed in response, âThey keep getting untied.â
âDouble knot them,â he suggested unhelpfully.
Rising to your feet, you took your coffee cup from the Secret Service agent and took a sip. âThen I wouldnât be able to get them off. Theyâre new; the laces just need some grip.â
He didnât look impressed with your explanation. âYou shouldâve worn different shoes then,â he chided you, turning around when you motioned for him to keep moving through Quantico.
Unfortunately, these were the only non-work shoes you owned, and theyâd be easier to run in than any of your heels. That was, after all, the reason why you elected to wear them today. âHave you always been this way?â You asked begrudgingly, âOr have you been jaded by years on the job?â
âIâm not jaded; Iâm just doing my job,â he responded, looking out warily for any sign of danger. Oddly enough, you felt safer here than you did at work; the presence of people youâve known for years brought you comfort. It helped that your boss suggested you take a day offâa rarity in your line of work.
You stumbled slightly, a flash of light out of the corner of your eye disoriented your vision, exacerbated by your untied shoelace. âWait,â you said to Felix, getting him to turn around and handing him your coffee again, but he refused to hold it, leaving you to set the cup on the pavement.
Crouching again to tie your shoe, you were pulling on the laces when you heard a sharp whistle. Itâs only ever been described to you before, but you looked up from your shoes to see Felix just before he toppled over. You ducked out of the way of his body, frantically holding your hands over the fresh wound on his chest before you realized he wasnât moving.
If you had been anywhere else, you wouldâve been surrounded by chaos, but all around you were agents pulling their weapons from holsters and looking to the sky. You stood on shaky legs, allowing them to carry you to a corridor. You stumbled over your shoelace and rounded a brick column, gripping the cold stone as you hurled into the bushes, the distinct burn of coffee poisoning the foliage in front of you.
Dry heaving, you slid down the column, covering your hyperventilating chest with your palm and trying to listen to the cacophony of the world behind you. Everything was muffled, and your eyes had blurred despite the lack of tears in themâwhy couldnât you cry? Someone had tried to kill you; you should be inconsolable. Instead, you were numb, so remarkably unfeeling that you might as well be dead. Your nose stung, and you moved your hands, the blood covering them had begun to dry, sticking a violent handprint over your heart.
You started to hear things, your name being called, familiar pet names thrown into the wind, but it all felt so far away. People were speaking in an entirely different universe than the one you were currently residing in. You tugged your skirt over your knees, your eyes pausing on the dried blood, encrusted between the ridges and fine lines of your hands. It was like youâd been through some sort of gruesome fingerprinting ritual.
Brown hair curtained in front of you; someone ducked their head behind your column, relief flooding her eyes as she knelt next to you. It took you a moment to recognize that Blake was speaking to you. âHuh?â Your voice felt like it was coming from someone else; a doppelganger sat on the concrete next to you.
She held her phone to her ear, inspecting your eyes as she talked on the phone. Her fingers pressed to your wrist, checking your heart rate. You werenât sure if it was racing or slowing, you wanted to ask, but it felt as though your mouth had been filled with cotton.
You couldnât get yourself to stand; the dexterity that youâd developed as an infant escaping you while you sat limply on the ground, flinching when footsteps seemed to shake the earth around you.
The golden eyes in front of you glowed in the sunlight, your cheeks cupped by familiar palms, forcibly pulling you out of whatever hell youâd buried yourself in. The world seemed to move very fast before it completely stopped, your head lolling to the side for a moment before Spencer righted it for you.
You didnât remember much of the interim, and somehow, youâd ended up on a bench. Spencer was on the ground in front of you, gingerly cleaning debris from scrapes on your knees before bandaging them. Â
âDo you guys need anything?â JJ stopped by to ask. You knew everyone was trying to keep their distance from you, giving you space to breathe. Rossi draped a blanket over your shoulders in silence.
Placing a gentle kiss on your knee, Spencer looked up at you before responding, âCould you try to find a water? Or juice, something cold.â
The blonde nodded, giving you a concerned look before walking back into the building, taking Penelope with her. The technical analyst had come out after the all clear was declared; everyone wanted to check in on you. Even Matt Cruz was out, over by an ambulance talking with Hotch and some agents that the Secret Service had sent out.
You took off your shoes, sock-covered feet touching the concrete in an attempt to ground yourself while Spencer tried to take one of your hands in his. You had a death grip on the bench beneath you, and he peeled your fingers off of the metal one by one so he could start to wipe off the dried blood. âHe said he always had to be in front of me,â you spoke, your voice nothing more than a mumble, but Spencer had years of practice decoding it.
âThatâs protocol,â he reminded you softly. Of course, you knew that. Somewhere in your trauma-addled mind were the rules that the Secret Service had presented you.
You pursed your lips, âBut if heâdââ
âHoney, youâll drive yourself crazy if you try to think of what couldâve been different,â he told you. A sharpness emerged in his voice, one you only heard when he was worried about you.
When your instinct was to run, you hadnât thought what it would be like for Spencer to run outside and find your protection dead and you missing. He hadnât yet had the opportunity to read the initial email, but heâd likely figured enough to know that the person who was after you had no interest in keeping you alive. âI didnâtâŚâ You gasped, âI wasnâtâŚâ
Spencerâs face fell, pulling himself up so he was sitting next to you on the bench. âHey, itâs okay,â he hummed. âJust breathe, Iâve got you.â
You looked around frantically. âDid they get the shooter?â
He nodded. âYouâre completely safe.â
Behind him, Felixâs body remained under a sheet, preventing anyone from taking photos, but outside of the cover, you could see his blood. It had seeped out of his body, mixing on the concrete with the coffee you had knocked over during your escape. When Spencer reminded you not to look, you went back to watching him meticulously clean your hands. âI threw up,â you told him, why you felt it was pertinent, you werenât entirely sure, but you told him anyway.
âThatâs okay,â he reassured you. âItâs a manifestation of stress when you go into fight-or-flight.â He didnât add the fact that you hadnât consumed anything other than coffee, which likely didnât help your nervous stomach.
Confused, you frowned at him. âI didnât fight.â You corrected him, âI ran.â
He paused for a moment, squeezing your hand even though feeling hadnât returned to your extremities, âYou told me you tried to help Felix before you hid, and thatâs a fight in and of itself.â
âI did?â You asked, not remembering that prior conversation.
Spencer was solemn in front of you. âYouâre in shock,â he observed as if your question had been the final clarification he needed to diagnose you.
You shook your head. âIâm not bleeding.â Though, looking at all of the blood that had gotten on your clothes, it would be easy to make that assumption.
âEmotional shock, baby,â he reminded you gently. âThatâs why you canât feel your hands,â he said.
The memory of telling him you couldnât feel your hands evaded you, trying to think of the moment youâd told him you were numb, but nothing rose to the surface. You couldnât even remember the moment your hearing had returned; at some point while Spencer and Morgan helped you walk to the bench, you thought. âMy head hurts,â you murmured, shifting uncomfortably on the bench.
He raised his eyebrows. âDid you hit it when you fell?â
âI donât remember,â you admitted. You didnât even remember falling until Blake had brought Spencer bandages for your knees.
Nodding in understanding, Spencer set down the damp towel he had been using and looked at your eyes, probably checking your pupils before he carefully wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck while he spoke to you gently, âIâll keep an eye on it. You donât have to worry about anything, okay? Iâll take care of it.â
You hiccupped back a sob, moving your face to allow for easier breathing. Tears seared your lash line before you finally blinked them out, quiet cries muffled by Spencerâs shoulder as your body finally felt the release it had been seeking.
âOh, honey,â Spencer cooed, pulling you closer to him. He didnât care about who was watching; he only worried about being there for you. âIâve got you.â
His words rang in your ears as you sobbed, your trembling arms reaching around him, pins and needles striking your fingers as you gathered the fabric of his jacket in your hands. Oddly enough, a sigh of relief escaped your lips.
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid angst#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fic#criminal minds fic#criminal minds angst#spencer reid x fem!reader#written by margot
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I get that night shifts aren't for everyone but if you could try not being a miserable bastard that would be great thanks
#The apprentice we have with us is Not Great#He's standing around saying 'i put them where they were supposed to be and then... They moved them'#We're moving stantions#It's like... The prints aren't great. It looks like they want everything 6' apart and I don't think we can logically do that#I hope to fuck if we split up he's not on my team lol
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short nâ sweet. onyankopon.



đ˝đş warnings đ˝đş 4.7K word count. blackfem!reader/original character, onyankopon, football player!onyankopon, sweet!onyakopon, dominant!onyankapon, arrogant!onyankopon, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, lil bit of sweet talkinâ, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, squirting, creaming, aggressive dirty talk, nasty sex chile, just a fine ass black man, minors arenât welcome!
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đđ¤đđđđđđđđđđŽ đŠđđ¤đđđđŠđ .á guess who it is? yoâ favorite couple. now, lemmeâ tell you. this is NOT the new fic, so look out for that in the next couple of days. this was just the nasty part of my mind wanting to put pen to paperâand i mightâve seen this video that reminded me of oleâ girl and ony real bad. so i suggest watching before reading ;) itâs nasty. sorry? kinda? not really. okay, bye.
đἍáĄ:: your babyâs birthday is full of surprises.
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STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE HADNâT BEEN YOUR ONLY CHOICE. From Bratz, to Hello Kitty, the possibilities of a six month olds birthday party shouldnât have been so complexâthat was, if you werenât dealing with your black ass family.Â
Driving from New Orleans to Mississippi wasnât the issue. It was planning this party, having to take it three hours from your hometown, packing your children up for their first road trip, and making sure everything was set in stone by the time you arrived.
To top things off, you didnâtâŚfeel well.Â
Once again, this was all the doing of your mother in law. You loved her, but her desires of doing everything to her perfection could beâsuffocating.
It was an exciting timeâyour baby girl was turning six months old, and the entire family freaked out as if this werenât you and Onyankoponâs second baby. You could appreciate everyoneâs desire to celebrateâaunts, uncles, Onyankopon even had a couple of his teammates coming.
The idea of planning this whole thing was supposed to be fun. But it became less fun when you had the realization that you werenât the one in charge. Onyankopon tried his best to tame his mother, but there wasnât much he could do when she had her mind made up.Â
So you did what you always didâgave a smile, and tried not to fuss as much as you wanted to.
Strike one. Youâd bought everything you wanted for your baby girlâs party to give Strawberry Shortcake down to her outfitâhowever, after already going over budget, you found out that your mother in law had gotten decorations professionally made, and she decided that your decorations were too âBoring.âÂ
Strike two was when she decided to ship everything to your house and not hers, meaning that not only were you overflowing the car, but you had to pack your own stuff, your husbands, and two babies into Onyankoponâs GâWagon.Â
Strike threeâyour breast ached from having to feed Sage within this three hour drive, you had the worst cramps on the planetâand you learned that Salem could become carsick. You stopped two times, having to change his clothes, hold him while holding Sage, and keep him from vomiting all over the seats.
When you finally made it to your mother in lawsâall you wanted was a nap. Onyankopon had offered to take the kids downstairs as you slept, but Sage could be what you called a velcro babyâsheâd lose her everlasting shit if you werenât within arms reach.
 You were tired, irritated, and sore more than usual. But you werenât gonna cry.
It all led up to the day of your baby girlâs birthdayâthe morning was a little more chaotic than you hoped for, current focus along feeding Sage, while your mother in law ran rapidly around the house.
âWhere are the cupcake toppers? Did you move them?â
Your eyes flick up to her, standing in a pale pink and red apron, looking like a mentally insane pastry chef.
Your voice is soft as you say, âOny put everything in the garage like you asked him to, momma.â
She doesnât waste a beat to rush out of the kitchen, leaving the scent of buttercream behind. You turn your attention down to Sage, the baby smacking her lips against your nipple as she continues to suckle.
You canât even properly greet your husband as he enters the kitchenânot to mention, he was doing a great job of avoiding your irritation and his motherâs wrath. Heâd camouflage into the wall if he could.
âLilâ mama already lookinâ for yoâ titty this early?â
You release a soft breath, âIâm really thinkinâ about taking her off my nippleâput her on the bottle for good.â
Your eyes then narrow a bit, âAnd where have you been? Yoâ momma in hereâ about to lose her mind because you moved the cupcake toppers.â
âThatâs how you greet yoâ man? Donât start trippinâ on me, girl. Forrealâ.â
He pecks a kiss on your lips, leaning down to do the same with his babyâs forehead. Your irritation mightâve soothed a bit.
âIâm sorry,â you sigh, âIâm justâas little sleepy, is all. Good morning,â you pull him in for another soft peck on the lips, âWhereâs Say-Say? Still sleep?â
âYeahâlilâ nigga tried to swing on me earlier cause I told him to hand over that pacifier. But he âsleepâclimbed his bad ass in Sageâs pack-n-play. The real question isâhow you doinâ?â
You canât even answer the question. Onyankoponâs mother comes back into the kitchen as she questions, âOnyankoponâdid you move the cake toppers? I told you not to touch them!â
Onyankopon raises an eyebrow, âAnd have you cussâ me out? Hell nahâ I ainât touch âem. Theyâ been in the garage since we got here.âÂ
âAre you sure you didnât hear me mention the attic, and thatâs where you put them?â
The sound of opening and shutting doors echoes into the kitchen as she frantically pulls at the cabinets.
âAre you sure you ainât lose emâ?âÂ
âI have a great memory!â she huffs, âIf I canât find themâthe cupcakes are gonna be dullâthey donât look a lick of Strawberry Shortcake!âAnd yâall just sitting there, watching me freak out!âÂ
She gives you no time to defend yourself, stomping out of the kitchen as she cusses. Your jaw is clenched a bit, turning back towards Onyankopon as you raise an eyebrow, âYou wanna know how Iâm doing? Forrealâ? âCause that might cause an argument.â
His eyes narrow, "Câmon, bro. Donât start. You know how my momma beâ."
âI ainât even say nothing, Ony. You keep reminding me how yoâ momma actsâbut you ainât saying nothing to her.â
 Your voice is a little sharp, pulling yourself back as Onyankopon tries to grab for Sage, âStopâYou know sheâs gonna start crying.â
"If you 'bout to start somethin', can you do it after the party?" He takes note of your attitude, his voice more stern than usual, âWe came all the way out here for lilâ mamaâI ainât about to let yâall make a scene.â
âIâm literally more calm than I should be,â you deadpan, âHow you finnaâ check me about my attitude but not yoâ momma? Your priorities are in the wrong place right now.â
Onyankopon smacks his lips, âI ainât realized there was a manual on how to react when yoâ wife actinâ salty, and yoâ momma in the next room âbout to pop a blood vessel.â
âWhat youâ want me to do, Ony? How should I act?â You question, placing Sage against your shoulder, gently patting her back, even in the midst of your irritation.
âJust chill. I ainât trynaâ click out on you and my momma.âÂ
Onyankoponâs gaze is serious, not backing down despite your glare, âIâm so serious.âÂ
âOh?â You raise an eyebrow, âIâm sorry that me being irritated with the fact that we drove three hoursâwell, letâs wrap it up to five since Salem was car sickâ not to mention that I was extremely uncomfortable since we had no room in the backseat with all the extra decorations your mom decided to buy when I already bought some! Iâm running off twelve hours of sleep in the past two days, and somehow your momma still thinks Iâm not doing enough. My faultâlet me chill.â
Sage burps, babbling as she wraps her mouth along the end of your shoulder. Your arms are sore at this point. You sigh, âTake her,â as you lean your baby girl into his arms.
Sage continues babbling, wrapping her toothless gums on the end of your husbands t-shirt, rubbing her face into his chest.Â
âAight,â He nods, hearing the frustration in your voice, âIâm sorry. Youâ right.â
You donât mean to be snappyâYou donât want to be. You hate when you get like this, another exhale blowing from your lips as youâre holding that urge to cry. God, your period was definitely coming. Not only are you emotional, but even being upset with your husband, you wanna be as close to him as possible. Andâwere you a little horny?Â
You rub the muscular bicep of his tattooed arm, âYou mind getting her dressed while I take a quick nap?â
He nods, âOf course. I was gonâ do that anyways.â
He takes Sage onto his shoulder, âIâll come wake you up so you got time to get readyâjust focus on sleeping, aight? Iâm âbout to get Say-Say dressed and go help my momma with these cupcakes before dressing Sage.â
You reach for his ear, rubbing affectionately as you hum, âYouâre so sweet, Daddy. Thank you.â
Onyankoponâs serious gaze eases, a smirk growing on his face.
âAightâyou know ainât no callinâ me that if you ainât gonâ do all the rest,â He shakes your grip from his ear, pressing a kiss on your palm.Â
âCâmon, âfore you get me worked up.â
You roll your eyes, giggling softly as you begin making your way back upstairsâbut you canât help but listen to Onyankopon talking to your daughterâas he always did.
âDonât worry, baby. All of us gonâ be back in NOLA soon, and yoâ momma gonâ be back to herselfâYou gonâ get to see aunties, unclesâ whatchu think? A whole lotta Strawberry Shortcake, huh? What a life youâ blessed with, pretty mamaâŚâ
Getting some type of rest definitely puts you in a better headspace, and the true realization that you were celebrating your babyâs birthday couldnât have made you any happier. Sageâs Strawberry Shortcake Party was in full swing.Â
Sweets and desserts scattered across the plaid picnic table for guests to choose from. Everyone was hereâfamily, Onyankoponâs players, even you and your mother in law were now getting alongâeveryone was in adoration of your baby, the celebration being better than you expected it to ever be.Â
Your dress matched Sageâs strawberry covered bonnet, oversized along her dark curls, her dress fluffing out from its poofy frill. The sight had you snapping a thousand picturesâ however, youâre a bit distracted.Â
Youâd redone Onyankoponâs braids for him the night before, the olive green shirt he wears clinging to his muscular frame, complimenting his brown skin that mixes with all of his tattoos. Itâs something about how much of a southern man he really wasâbeing in between New Orleans and Mississippiâheâs sporting jeans, a hefty belt shining under the natural light coming into the house, cowboy boots heavy on his feet with each step. Facial hair, face tats, it all pulls together with the print hung under his belt that he canât seem to tuck.Â
God.Â
But youâre no betterâthe mini halter dress you wear molds around your full hips and ass, lace trimming along the end of the pale pink material. Your matching woven sandals show off the French tip of your toes, dark curls framing around your curvy figure.
The sight of your husbandâitâs becoming a problem. Your heart swells as you hold Salem in your arms, the tune of Happy Birthday echoing to your baby girl, Onyankopon holding her up towards the cake, allowing her to tear the dessert apart piece by piece. Sheâs giggling, and to see Onyankopon so soft with your daughter that you created togetherâit made you love him even more.Â
 Back to the point of him being a problemâ now, heâs being touchy.Â
Salemâs a bit more independent now, running around the yard with his cousins as he screams out in excitement. You have the perfect view of your family enjoying the celebration that your mother in law put so much time and effort intoâyou couldnât help but thank her, despite your differences.Â
Back to the point again, Onyankopon being a problem. His fingers become hooked along the waist of your dress, his face pressed in the crook of your neck as he kisses on your skin, gently nipping and licking.
You knew your husband to be affectionate, so to him, this was just showing you love in a way that he felt was innocent. But with each kiss, each compliment, your clit throbbed.Â
Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didnât.
The party was now close to endingâSage and Salem being taken upstairs to bed, leaving the rest of the adults downstairs, drinking and catching up with each other. You leaned yourself against his shoulder as he talked to his teammates, lightly padding your fingers against his lower back in the softest way. Your palms travel, finding the warmth of his earâyou start rubbing there. Â
Onyankopon can always sense your change in temperature. Your hands wander aimlessly on his body at this point, still giving no reaction to your touch as he occasionally takes a long swig from the bottle of beer in his hand.
Youâre looking at himâ his legs spread against the chair, boots flat along the ground, bulge prominent as he continuously attempts to adjust himself. Your mind wonât stop fantasizing, and you can imagine yourself justâ
Dishes. You needed to do the dishes.
The moment you say your goodbyes to everyone, youâre quiet as you wash off the ceramic plates into the sink. You can hear Onyankopon throwing things in the trash behind you, a sigh parting from your lips as you ask, âThat was nice, wasnât it?â
âMhm.â
 His palms slide up from behind, his arms enveloping your body as his hands gently rub circles along your stomach. Your body is pressed against his, warm and needyâbut, was this the right time to speak up?Â
âMy baby had a big day,â He says, his voice a low hum.
âI just wish she would be able to remember times like these, you know? She was so giggly and excited to smash her cake, and her outfit was adorableâthose are times weâll never get back with her. Iâll think about them a lot,â you softly smile, leaning yourself back against your husband's chest.
âShe gonâ know how much we loved her,â He kisses on the side of your neck, âWe do gotâ a few more times like this before Salem hits three, so donât beat yoâself up too much, aight? Our family is perfect.â
You press your lips together at that. Turning your head to face him, your brown eyes pool into his sight, hand reaching for his facial hair, scratching your fingers into the coils of it.
âThank you for holding me together today. I was a little frustrated earlierâbut everything turned out better than I ever thought it would. I was good, wasnât I?â
âItâs nothing you gotta thank me for, baby. We do this as a team, aight? You wasâ good, even when you had every reason to be upset. You my lilâ team player, forrealâ.â
That makes you smile.
âYouâ my big team player,â you softly giggle.
âI know that. Câmere.âÂ
His hand cups the back of your head, locking your lips into a kiss, full lips overlapping yours. It removes the lip combo you wear, tongue deepening itself in your mouth.Â
âYoâ ass was good today, Mama.â
Youâre always ready to accept his kisses, but sometimesâbetween you and yourselfâyou couldnât handle Onyankopon when he got like this. Not to mention that your body felt overly sensitive in the moment, so just from a kiss, you were trembling.
Youâre shy within your giggle as you breathlessly muse, âTâThank you, baby.â
âYou already know Iâm gonâ thank you some more in âbout two minutes. Take yoâ ass upstairs.â
Onyankopon was always a man of his word. Here you were nowâbody shuddering from his tongue previously nose deep in your pussy, heart rate pounding in your ears as you straddled your smaller frame atop of his. You loved riding himâbut you loved seeing his face more, rather than facing the opposite way as you were now. On the other hand, Onyankopon loved this position just as much as seeing your pretty faceâ his eyes continuously traced over the ink tattooed along your back, the dark pink complimenting your caramel skin.Â
You whimper to him, âWanna see you, Ony.âÂ
His tip is already being engulfed by the pretty pink of your folds, puffy as theyâre stretched by the girth of him.Â
Onyankopon takes a handful of your hair, giving it a tugâyour body quivers the minute you feel his other palm smack your ass, âYoâ shit too muhfuckinâ pretty, Mama. Lemmeâ enjoy you like this.âÂ
Your lashes brush against your freckled cheeks as you slowly lower your hips, every inch of him being sucked in by your pussy, the back of your thighs meeting his abdomen as you go down. The curls of your hair drape along your figure with the sway of your body dipping, your lips parting a bit, shakily gasping in the softest way.Â
Leaning yourself against his legs, your teeth lightly tug at your lower lip as you rock down, finding a rhythm within the angle, skin creating the tiniest clapping echo against his dick. You part a whimper from your lips.Â
âGoddamn, MamaâWho you doinâ allat for?âÂ
A hand makes its way over the front of you, rubbing the middle of your stomach to feel your body shift. His touch has you arching, your soft cry of pleasure deafening to your own ears as your ass bounces on his hips. You never sounded like this so early.Â
âIonâ know who you was trynaâ play,â Onyankopon grunts outâyouâre like a pendulum, putting him in a trance with the way you wine your body. But that never stopped his mouth.Â
âA nigga gonâ know if you need him as soon as you walk innaâ roomâallatâ attitude, touchinâ on meâThatâs how you know a nigga love yoâ ass. You love me, huh?âÂ
âLove you,â your voice is still soft, whimpering as you hold your ass in your own palms, spanking yourself, âLove you, OnyâŚâÂ
Every time he mentions the word love, even indirectlyâyouâre like a puppy, willing to agree to anything that comes from his mouth. Thatâs how itâs always been.Â
âYou a good lilâ bitch,â he grunts, âKeep fuckinâ me.âÂ
His clasp at the end of your curls has your eyes rolling, your mouth pouting as he tugs you down to meet the sticky heat of your pussy becoming wetter. His palm lowers itself, gripping your ass, finding a hold thereâyouâre dropping, dropping, youâre groaning in the prettiest way, âUghn, OâOnyâŚâÂ
âKeep singinâ, baby. Keep throwinâ that shit.âÂ
His desire for you grew with each child, with each touch, with each word. But he would still give you the world.
Onyankopon always gave you an immense amount of pleasureâbut when he wanted to reward youâgod, you were lucky you werenât a mental patient.
The positions are always dominated by him, now having you bent at the edge of the bed, body arched to perfection, legs tucked underneath his to keep you still. His fingers always find a hold of your hair, locking you in place as heâs sliding his tip up and down against your foldsâslow, aching.
Your face is hidden beneath the sheets, palm finding a collection of the comforter beneath your fingers. Your pussy spreads as his tip sinks inâOnyankopon grounding his hips, allowing the weight of his dick to fill you in all one thrust.Â
Your mouth drops, âDamn, babyâŚâ
Itâs almost torturousâhis tip goes from kissing at your folds, to the air within your chest leaving as youâre full in a milliseconds, dick curving into your walls, reaching for your cervix that eats a delicious pinch from his strokes. Again and again, the room fills with a sweet lullaby of the slaps his hips make against your ass. Each thrust is accompanied by a satisfying whine from your mouth.Â
âThis themâ good girl strokes,â he grunts, stroking through his words, âGood ass fuckinâ girl.â
For the sake of your mother in law and children, you press your mouth into the sheets, eyes rolling as your whimpers muffle through the materialâbut Onyankopon could be the worst sometimes.
His favorite place to graspâyour curls, his fingers collect anything he can get his hands on, using it to drop you down in the slowest heâs ever given you a thrust, his balls rubbing against your clit, dick nearly reaching for your windpipeâheâs deep, deeper than heâs ever been before.
âDonât fuckinâ move,â his voice is dark, âImmaâ keep you here. Let you feel this big ass dick.âÂ
âFuckkk.â
Your eyes roll as you gaspâyour pussy wasâ stuffed.
âCanât fâfeel you no more,â you whimper, trying to pull yourself together through the pleasurable tears that begin to collect in your eyes. You tremble, your mouth quivering a sob, âIâm too wet, baby. Oh my gâgodâŚâ
You donât even realize youâre cummingâsquirting for that matterâonly able to hear the splat, splat of your arousal gushing in between your skin colliding together. Your thighs are trembling, the vibration traveling up to your throat as you groan.Â
âDonât be fuckinâ lyinâ to meâyou feel my shit.âÂ
His fingers tightened around your curls, forcing you back onto his dick after a swift jerk, making your head tilt backwards for your throat to be exposed, your lower body going numb as he fucks you into an oblivious space.
Heâs close, sliding his soaked tip out to see your cum glistening down the dick, to putting you back on himâagain, again, again.
Youâre brain is so fried, you begin bouncing yourself back on his dick, cumming, continuously cummingâyouâre whining as you turn your head back towards him, âDick so fuckinâ big, Daddy. Just taking your pussy. Just. TakeâŚmeâŚ.âÂ
Youâre talking through the strokes you provide for yourself, youâre drooling, almost in a bimbo like state. He always took you there.Â
Onyankoponâs body looms over yours as he finds a place of your throat to hold, pulling your face back to watch you. The sounds you made were identical to an angel crying, prettier than ever before. His dick finds the last crevice of space left inside youâhis tip resting in between your cervix, âMake a mess on this bitch. Make. A. Fuckinâ. Mess,â he emphasizes his words through every. Single. Thrust.
âFuck. Fuck. Fuckkk.â
It happensâyou screamâOnyankopon moans as you squeeze around him, pulling himself out as he cumsâbut heâs more worried about you. He replaces his dick with his fingers, chaotically rubbing at your clit, fingers becoming drenched as you squirt again.Â
His hand holds you in place as you cry, legs trembling, having one of the most intense orgasms youâd had with him. Thereâs more tears in your eyes, your head knocking into the sheets, hiding your flushed face as you hadnât expected your own reaction.
His voice grumbled into the shell of your ear, âThere you go, baby. You did that shit for me. Did all that shit for me, huh?â
You only have to let out a shaky exhale in response to his words, too exhausted to argue otherwise.
Thatâs when you both hear a knockâ it startles you so bad that your entire body jolts, Onyankopon cradling you beneath his hold protectively. His voice is low as he responds, âYeah, momma. What youâ need?â
âI heard screamingâis everything alright?Â
You hide your face into his arm.Â
Onyankopon deepens his face into your neck, chuckling before he replies, âYeah. Sheâuh, saw a big ass spider. Weâ good.âÂ
âOhâI just wanted to check. Anyways , this baby lookinâ for yoâ wifeâs nipple.â
You sigh, barely able to respond, nearly halfway asleep in the seconds they conversed with each other. Your voice is soft as you reply, âIâm cominâ, mommaâJust give lilâ mama her binky until then.â
The silence that fills the room confirms that she left, a quiet, soft laugh coming off Onyankoponâs lips.Â
âYou know she ainât stupidâshe finnaâ get my ass, lawd.â
âNo,â you cover your reddened face with his arm, âThatâs so embarrassing. God, please go get Sage so I donât have to face that conversation.â
âYou heard how bad my ass was lyinâ?â
He continues chuckling, the rumble of it hitting your back as you huff, âOny.â
âAight, aight,â He laughs, âLet me clean up âfore I head up there.â
The heat of the moment begins to fade away as your sobriety washes over you. The moment he goes to leaveâyou stop him. Turning to face him, you wrap your arms around Onyankoponâs neck as you pucker your lips out for a kiss, âI love you. You love me?â
âWith my life, shawty,â He leans forward, pressing his lips into yours for a quick peck that youâve been seeking.
âYou sure?â
You didnât mean to have the question sound worrisome, but your voice was a littleâhesitant. You were hesitant.
âBaby. Thatâs never gonâ change. Whatâs going on?â he frowns, âWhyâ you feelinâ like this?â
Remember all the times you said you werenât gonna cry today?Â
Too late for that.Â
Your hands quickly cover your face as you feel your body tremblingâ you softly sob, hiding your cries within your palms as you release all the emotions youâd been holding for the past couple of days.
âAyeâWhatâs goinâ on, baby? Hey,â he takes your face into the palms of his large hand, âYou can cry, forrealâ, but what got you feelinâ like this? Whyâ you think I wouldnât love you? Talk to me.â
Your tears run down your face, cheeks as red as your baby girls as you continue to cry. Your voice shakes as you whimper, âYouâre gonna be upset with meâŚâÂ
âAight, aight, justâ,â he shakes his head, cupping your face into his hands more as he tries to figure out what to say.
ââYou know I canât stand seeing you cry. I ainât never gonâ be mad at you for thatâjust talk to me.â
You take a deep breath, âIâm sorry for being mean to you, baby. I justâI love you so muchâand you told me that you wanted a big familyâbut we just had lilâ mama, and youâre about to get back on the field againââÂ
âMama,â he cuts off, âSlow down. What youâ tryna say?âAre you pregnant again?â
ââŚI justâI wanted to try a new birth control because the IUD was giving me issuesâand I forgot to take my pillsâyou probably donât even want another baby.â
Youâre crying even harder now, pressing your face into his chest.
âYouââ
He sighs, not even attempting to mask his irritation, âYou think Iâd be upset that youâ pregnant again?âÂ
 His tone is low, âI donât care if you get pregnant with ten of my kids. You my fuckinâ wife. Weâll have a whole muhfuckinâ football team if thatâs what god blessed us with. I love you. That ainât gonâ change.â
That makes your heart swell. You press your forehead to his, a tearful giggle falling from your lips.Â
âI didnât mean to start crying,â you softly say, taking a deep breath as your fingers wrap around his necklace, âMy period was supposed to be a week ago, but when I realized it was lateâI thought I was being dramatic thinking I was pregnant again, so I didnât even tell youâIâm sorry.â
âDonât be talkinâ nonsense,â He mutters, âI told you when we first started this family that the number didnât matter to meâAs long as you happy.â
âIâm more than happy,â you say, pressing your lips back into his, âI love you and our babies so much.âÂ
Onyankoponâs smile grows into a smirk, âI got a bunch of kids runninâ around here anyway, Salem âbout two in oneâIâm ready when you ready, baby.â
That makes more tears pour from your eyes. You tighten your arms around his neck as you softly cry, âI love you so much, Onyankopon.â
âI love you more, baby. Ainât that why yoâ lilâ ass cryinâ?â He chuckles, gently patting and rubbing on your back, âYou gonâ be a mess if you keep goinâ like this. Iâm finnaâ go tell my mommaâMOMMA!â
You giggle as he takes offâand at this point, youâre not entirely sure why youâre still crying. Youâre just sensitive, okay?
Youâre sobbing, but youâre so happy. You had no idea how lucky you truly were to have this man. Your heart flutters as you try to stop your tears, but the love for your family is making it difficult. The love for him made it all the more worse.
That was never gonna change.
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media duties | f1grid
part 2
f1 grid x driver!reader [smau]
summary: in which the reader tries to escape her media duties
faceclaim: jamie chadwick and random people I found on pinterest
warnings: fluff, swearing
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f1gossip: williams driver y/n y/l/n was seen entering the redbull garage. Is redbull looking outside their junior team for a possible perez replacement?
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user: y/n I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea
user: that would be so cool
user: slow your horses redbull, the seat's still warm
redbullracing: this is news to me
yourusername: same
user: what about yuki and liam
user: and isack
user: I don't think she's got the pace
user: how the fuck is she supposed to have the right pace in a williams user: the right talent finds the pace anywhere yourusername: that's deep man user: y/n cheering on her own hate comments, lol
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[caption: netflix I've found her]
yourusername: betrayed by my own teammate, I can't believe it 𼺠alex_albon: if I have to do the netflix stuff, so do you yourusername: max and oscar put all this work in to help me hide and you ruin it allđ
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"Y/n what do you say about the redbull rumours?" The interviewer asked, stopping you in the media pen.
"Which one?" You asked, pretending to be clueless. It was a little joy of yours to give short answers to media personal. You didn't really enjoy interviews, but you understood your duties, but that didn't mean that you took them serious. You were in f1 to race, not to entertain interviewers.
"The ones regarding your possible move to redbull, leaving williams." The interviewer continued.
"They're not true." You plainly answered, grinning at the interviewer. A short glance over to your pr officer told you that she didn't support you content-less answers.
"What were you doing at redbull then?"
"Hiding."
"From?" The interviewer seemed to be more annoyed with each word.
"Netflix. They're filming for drive to survive." You answered the frustrated interviewer, giving into better worded answers.
"And you don't want to be filmed." The interviewer asked and you shook your head chuckling. "No."
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The crowd was screaming all around you as waved at them from time to time, your eyes were focused on them but kept switching over to the front of the wagon where the interviewer was speaking with Lando. You didn't dared to walk up front, because you knew then you would be in immediate eyesight of the interviewer to pick you.
When Lando seemed to finish his talk you stepped further behind Fernando who stood beside you and looked at you with light amusement. He himself wasn't the biggest interviewer fan and tended to stay in the back. You seemed to have bonded over that.
"Don't make eye contact, Fernando, I think Lando is done." You muttered stepping behind Fernendo, hiding from the eyes up front. You crouched down slightly and Fernado aided you by carefully stepped forward to hide your body.
"They're looking at Geroge, I think you're clear." He muttered looking at you.
Leaning around Fernando you watched as Geroge stepped forward to be interviewed.
"I think Geroge is gonna be the last interview." You said standing back up.
"Great. We escaped once again." Fernando chuckled and you joined.
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yourusername: yacht, brother, nephew. life is good! âľđ§đ˝đ§đźđź
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alex_albon: james has been calling you nonstop
yourusername: I don't have my phone alex_albon: how are you posting the pictures then? yourusername: my laptop alex_albon: you have been taking those pictures with your laptop? đ𤨠yourusername: yes.
user: is she hiding out on her yacht?
user: is netflix looking for you again?
yourusername: yes
charles_leclerc: where is my invitation? Alex wanted to see the little man too
yourusername: she can come, auggie misses her toođ alexandrasaintmleux: ahh I can't wait 𼰠charles_leclerc: what about me? yourusername: gotta ask auggie yourusername: he says to bring lec if you want to come charles_leclerc: sure 'he' đ
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user: she really gives no fucks
user: not when she knows that netflix is involved
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"Hello?" You finally picked up James' call, after a few too many unanswered calls made you feel bad for not answering. Putting on your most innocent voice, you hoped he wouldn't be too mad.
"Y/n, where are you?" James asked his voice urgent and stressed. You grimaced at the tone, swearing internally.
"Home in Monaco on my yacht. Why?"
Jame groaned on the other side of the line. "Y/n, Netflix has been standing in front of your flat for an hour. You were supposed to be filming for them."
"Why, I didn't agree to them filming me at home. Only that it's okay if they follow me during races." You argued, clearly remembering those conditions.
"They didn't have any footage of you during the races, so they wanted to film a little segment with you in monaco." James argued. "I told you about that and asked if that was alright and you said 'yeah, yeah, alright'."
You frowned thinking back if he you did agree to that. And deep in a memory you pushed away you did remeber agreeing.
"Fuck!" You muttered. "What do I do?"
You knew that you couldn't escaped them now, you had your duties, whether you liked them or not.
"I'm gonna call the director and explain the situation and you are gonna go back to your apartment and just do a few hours of filming, after I promise to try to keep them off your back. Just please try to do this this once."
"Okay, I will, sorry James. Thank you." You muttered feeling bad for the stress you had caused the man and if filming a bit of dts got them off your back, you had to push through. "But only in my flat, I don't want them filming my family."
"Alright, thank you. I know you don't like the media, but it is important, I need you to understand that." James insisted
"Yeah, and I'm sorry again for pushing it off. I gotta go now, bye." You muttered.
"Goodbye." James replied.
You hung up and groaned. Why did you agree to Netflix in the first place?
The sound of your nephew on the top deck brought you out of your thoughts and made you step up the stairs.
"Well off to hell."
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PAIRING: heeseung x reader (f)
SUMMARY: due to a storm, his parents are stuck in a motel for the night while you are stuck at his house. with wi-fi not working, heeseung canât think of anything better than recreating the scenes of your smutty books.
WARNINGS: established relationship, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy!), fingering, standing sex (?), missionary, pussy eating, masturbation, dirty talking, blowjob, oral (m and f receiving), rough sex, chocking, i lied about the doggy style, pet names (angel, baby), lmk if more, NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 13th August 2024
WC: 3.7k
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a/n: honestly the intro sucks and so does the outro but i swear the smut is GOOD. literally 3k words of filthy porn ngl. enjoy lol. please LIKE & REBLOG to spread and let me knows your thoughts đ
What was supposed to be a cozy Thursday night ended up in you being forced to stay at Heeseungâs house for the night.
Forced? Not really, you enjoyed the excuse of spending more time with your boyfriend. Because of a flooding caused by the storm outside, you werenât able to go back home.
But neither were his parents, who were supposed to have a nice date and ended up being blocked by the horrible weather.
The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window filled the room as Heeseung turned off the shower.
You were laying on his bed with your back to the wall as you peacefully read your book, thankful that your sixth sense made you bring it.
Heeseung entered the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry his damp hair.
âReading still?â He asked, nudging the book with toe. âEw.â You stated, pushing his foot away âAnd yes.â
Heeseung just chuckled and moved to get his clothes from the drawer âHeard from your parents?â
He hummed âI called them before showering, they said theyâll stay at a motel,â He put his boxers on âBut before they could say more, the line cut off.â
You threw a glance at the window âThis storm is going to destroy a lot of things.â
Heeseung struggled to put on shorts and then rounded the bed, the mattress lowering where his weight was.
âI bet theyâre having some wild sex right now.â You joked, flipping another page of your book.
Heeseung pinched your side âEw? I donât really want to think about my parents going at it.â He laughed, laying down beside you.
âCareful, you might have a brother soon.â You joked again, earning another gentle pinch.
A couple of minutes passed by and Heeseung groaned âWi-fi doesnât work.â He threw his phone at the end of the bed. âI canât play games.â
âPoor you.â You cooed, caressing the hand he had placed on your hip, his chest pressed against your back.
âCanât you put your book down and give me attention?â You could hear the pout in his voice âNo boy, Iâm at an important point.â
âEvil.â Heeseung murmured as he settled into a more comfortable position, strangely not going anywhere to do something else.
You felt his hand on your side, relaxed as well as his breath even. âHe mustâve fallen asleepâ, You thought, as you flipped another page of your book, unable to stop your eyes from reading the scene unfolding before you.
If Heeseung was to casually open his eyes and read even one line of the chapter, he would certainly make fun of you.
Who even reads smut in their boyfriendâs bed?
You felt his hand flex on your stomach but you didn't really mind, he would always move uncontrollably when asleepâ sometimes, even kicking you.
As your mind proceeded the words written down on paper, your body reacted to it, almost unconsciously.
You could feel your core pulse in need, your body temperature raising and at the same time goosebumps appeared on your skin.
It always happened, you couldnât help the way your imagination wandered with the characters of the book, the tension and the way they cared for each other. It was all too tempting, you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies.
But your boyfriend was sleeping and you didnât want to disturb him, knowing he already had troubles falling asleep â the reason why he always stayed up late to play games â, so you kept quiet.
You felt Heeseung shift behind you, the hand on your stomach circling your waist until he was able to pull you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear.
You held your breath as he changed position, not making any sudden movement while he used you like you were a teddy bear.
Gulping down, you waited a few beats before focusing your attention back on the chapter.
Itâs not like you and Heeseung had never gone further than third base, but it was always so⌠vanilla.
You longed for someone to use you for your own pleasure, to talk you through your multiple orgasms, to mark you up and manhandle you like a doll.
But you would never have the courage to confess that to Heeseung.
Yes, you two had been together for almost a year and half though you werenât ready to open up to your contorted fantasies. Afraid that he may run away, you loved him too much for that.
So, you hid in your imagination, burying your nose in books that filled the void inside of you.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you tried to calm the fire igniting your bones, but your hips shifted uncomfortably, the ache between your legs too strong to be ignored.
Suddenly, Heeseung spoke to your ear, voice low and husky âYou want to show me too?â You jolted and closed the book, catching your finger in middle, hissing at the pain.
You turned your face around and caught his gaze, something different inside it. Something primal.
âI-I thought you were sleeping.â You said, blinking faintly and Heeseung smirked, âI was reading with you.â
He reached the book from your hand and like a fool, you let him take it. He opened the page where you had left your finger in and cleared his throat âHe looked at her with a strange urge, his attention gliding to her face,â He started reading.
âHis voice was low when he said âShow me, show me how you touch yourself when youâre alone in the middle of the nightâ.â
The heat that was once in your stomach moved to your cheeks, embarrassment coating your expression.
âItâs just a chapter, I was skipping it.â You tried to reach back for your book but he held it up, sitting âAh, lying is bad, Y/N.â
Heeseungâs smirk was cocky âYou seemed pretty into it.â You scoffed, âGive it back.â
Your boyfriend was clearly enjoying it, the way you blushed and the flustered look on your face. He licked his bottom lip and eyed you up and down.
Only when you lowered your gaze, unable to meet his, did you notice the hard-on he was sporting. Was he enjoying it the same way you were?
âThereâs no wi-fi.â He stated, âAnd my parents arenât home, donât you think we should occupy our time?â
This side of him was something you had never seen, perhaps, had he the same hidden likings as yours? Looked like you were about to find out.
âHow?â You asked, your voice hoarse, barely yours. Heeseung glanced back at the page and said âTake off your shorts.â
Your breath hitched in your throat, âW-What?â And he just chuckled darkly âDo you think I didnât notice your body language, mh? Do you think I didnât see how you were craving⌠this?â He raised the book.
âNow, take off your shorts or Iâll have to do it myself.â Normally, you would comply, but you were feeling bold, adrenaline shooting in your veins, so you said instead, âMake me.â
His eyes darkened, his brow raised. He placed the book on the bed and crawled towards you as you backed away until your back hit the headboard.
He kept eye contact while his fingers hooked around your shorts, and instead of his usual slow pace, he yanked them off.
You gasped at the sudden force, soon enough your shorts were laying on the floor âIsnât this what you want?â He questioned.
âYou want someone to dominate you, uh? To show you whatâs your place?â Your whole body shivered from his words as you mindlessly nodded.
âAll this time Iâve been gentle, afraid to make you uncomfortable,â He gripped your panties âBut all you wanted was to be fucked, hard, isnât it?â He ripped them off you, the sound of fabric stretching making you gasp again.
He smirked and threw the messy fabric on the floor, with your shorts âSo, Iâll follow what you like.â He pointed at the book resting on the duvet âPlay with yourself.â
You widened your eyes. Heeseungâs behaviour was different from his usual one, though you couldnât say you didnât like it. Lord, you were drenched just from his words and he could see it, the way your juices coated your pussy, spread in front of him.
You gulped and slowly moved your hand down, reaching your clit which you started circling.
A soft hum escaped your lips at the sweet feeling and you watched him, his gaze so primal and full of lust as he took in the sight of you touching yourself.
Just a few beats passed before he asked âYou know what she does now, right?â And you nodded, lifting your hand up to his lips. He hummed and took them inside his mouth, his warm tongue twirling around your digits.
The taste of you, even if it was just brief, was enough to make his head spin, so delicious and intoxicating.
You removed them âLet me watch while you fuck yourself.â He said and was suddenly aware of your position. Of how open you were in front of him, your folds clenching around nothing.
Heeseung raised an impatient brow and you hurried to coat your fingers in your juices, rubbing them against your entrance before thrusting one inside.
You moaned, your fingers brushing against your g-spot right away, given all the times youâd done this.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth, on his tongue. He could feel his shorts grow tighter by the minute, his desire for you overtaking any rational thought.
âOne more baby, I know you can take it.â He urged and you complied, adding a second digit to your ministration.
Heeseung let out a groan, his eyes locked on you as you brought pleasure to yourself. He quickly took the book back in his hands and flicked the page, a wicked smile on his lips.
âYeah, bet youâll like this.â He said as he pushed himself down the bed and took you by the back of your thighs, tilting your body until it was pending at the edge of the bed.
You stopped your movements and pulled your fingers out with a âPOPâ sound, resting on your elbows to look down at him âHee?â
âDonât worry, angel.â He pried your legs open, his breath fanning on your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes âJust need to taste your sweet pussy.â
And then you felt it, the swipe of his tongue across your folds, your mind clouding from the pleasure as soft gasps escaped your lips.
Heeseung ate you like a starved man, alternating sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue, his strong grip prevented you from squirming around.
You rocked your hips against his mouth, needing to chase the pleasure building inside your lower belly.
You reached a hand and placed it on his head, your fingers tangling in his locks, âMh, thatâs it, angel.â He murmured, âFuck my tongue.â
And so you followed his orders, moving with deep and slow thrusts, just enough to send jolts of pleasure through your jody as Heeseung stuck his warm tongue inside of you.
Soon, your movements grew sloppier and faster, your lips parted âIâmâ Iâm gonnaââ And before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you, making your back arch off the bed, your legs shaking.
âThis was so hot, baby.â Heeseung pressed a few more kitten licks on your clit before raising himself, caressing your thighs with his thumbs.
You looked up at him, your breath still uneven from the great amount of pleasure he had put you in.
He gave you a small smirk before reaching behind you and taking your forgotten book back. He flipped the pages âSpoiler, she gives him a BJ.â He said.
You chuckled, your body now recovered as you sat up âAnd you donât want it?â You batted your eyelashes.
Heeseung took a steady breath. âDonât tempt me.â He quickly searched further one the book, scanning lines and as he found something he liked, he pointed at it, a small laugh escaping his lips.
âAs much as I love feeling your mouth around me, I want to feel you whole.â He murmured.
You sat up, crawling towards him to the edge of the bed âMaybe I want to.â
His breath caught in his throat, your vicinity and your words going straight to his cock âThe way she does.â
Heeseung went back to the chapter where it all started, scanning the lines until he read âAfter making her see stars, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze dangerous. âYour moans were so sweet, darling.â He murmured, lowering his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung free.â He paused to gulp.
âHe took the back of her head and moved her âtill her neck bent in an awkward position, his red tip brushing against her lips.â He lowered the book.
âIs this how you want it? Rough?â Heeseung questioned and you nodded âMight as well follow the script.â You shrugged.
A low groan built in his throat, you tugged the hem of his shirt âThis off?â Your eyes glistened with fake innocence.
Heeseung swiftly worked his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Itâs not like you had never seen him without a shirt on, you were used to him during beach dates or pool parties, but it was always so breathtaking.
Heeseung smirked, noticing the way your hungry stare was studying his chest. In the blink of an eye his shorts joined his shirt, his cock hard and angry, some pre-cum smeared over the tip.
âBe a good girl and open up for me,â He murmured as he climbed on the bed, his hand clutching the headboard to keep himself steady.
You quickly laid down, his hips hovering on your face. You looked up at him, doe-eyes looking ever so pure⌠And then you took him all in your mouth.
Heeseung threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, your head bobbing back and forth.
âFuck,â He breathed out, his eyes meeting yours âSo good, always so good.â
He caressed your cheek, his thumb grazing gently your skin as his hips bucked, meeting your pace.
He then pulled out, making you frown which was soon transformed when his lips met yours.
You could feel his cock twitching between your breasts, one of his hands squeezing it as his lips claimed yours.
The kiss was sloppy and messy, both of your tongues moving together, his spit down your throat.
He was delaying his orgasm, you noted, because he wouldâve cum just from a few licks of yours.
And then he pulled his lips away from yours to thrust his throbbing length inside your mouth again âMh⌠Yesâ Shit. Youâre so good, angel. Mouth made just for me.â He praised as he moved.
You hummed, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.
You gripped his thighs, bobbing your head faster, desperate to bring him the pleasure he deserved.
Heeseung understood and gripped the headboard with both of his hands, his hips thrusting inside of your warm and wet mouth. He hit the back of your throat, making you gag âIâm so close.â He breathed out.
At his words, you ignored the burning sensation building in your throat and hollowed your cheeks, with a few more thrusts he was emptying himself with a groan.
When he pulled out, you licked any drop of cum that spilled out your mouth and hummed happily.
Heeseung chuckled, leaning down again to capture your lips in a messy but loving kiss.
You playfully bit his bottom lip and he pulled away, yelping âBrat.â
You smiled at him and sat up, your voice just briefly hoarse âWhat happens next?â
Heeseungâs gaze darkened but his words were serious âYou sure you want to continue?â He sighed softly, âBaby, I donât want to hurt you.â
You smiled reassuringly and beckoned to the book âTime to change chapter.â
Heeseung let out a quiet groan, his cock visibly twitching âHe fucks her against the wall.â He narrated what he had read âHard, hand around her throat⌠is that what you want?â
Just the idea of doing it that way had you drenched down there, a shiver ran along your spine âYes, Hee.â You breathed out, and to emphasise you add âI need it.â
âMy nasty girl.â He practically growled as he got up from the bed, taking you with him and slammed you against the wall of his bedroom.
You yelped when your back hit the cold surface, the tapping of the raindrops on the window your background music.
Heeseung claimed your lips again as one of his hands snuck to squeeze your backside, his fingers kneading it.
You could again feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach, its warmth infecting your core.
âIâve always wanted to fuck you,â He whispered on you throat âTo have you milk my cock as I take you so hard you canât say a coherent word.â
You rocked your hips against his, a clear effect of his words, your arms wrapped around his neck.
As if you weighed nothing, he raised you and you wrapped your legs around his sculpted waist.
Without any warning except for the aligning of his cock, he slammed deep inside of you, making you moan out.
Heeseung wasnât the biggest cock youâve seen, but he surely was the longest. You could feel him so deep, he could probably even reach your stomach if he tried hard enough.
You gripped the back of his neck like your life depended on it as he moved without any mercy, pulling all the way out until the tip just to slam back in, knocking the air out of your lungs.
He snuck one hand between your breasts and reached your throat, wrapping it around it. He gripped, not enough to choke you but good enough to make you light-headed.
His cock pounded hard into you, driving your brain into nothing but a puddle of his name, the one you screamed and moaned.
Your nails dug into his shoulders and he grunted, rewarding you with a deeper thrust, one you can almost feel in your centre, where the familiar knot was tightening.
Your eyes rolled back, just moans and whimpers escaping your lips.
Heeseung removed the hand from your throat and gripped your neck instead, letting your lungs that were screaming in protest fill with air up to their capacity.
He moved so your forehead pressed against his, both of you panting in each otherâs mouth, your pussy clenching around him.
He groaned, he put one of his hands on the wall to steady himself as his hips kept bucking fast on yours, the sound of skin slapping mixing up with the rainâs.
âIs this what you like, baby?â Heeseung asked, moving his face to gently nip on your neck.
Your whole body felt sensitive from the attention he was giving it, from his small hickeys to the way he kept hitting your sweet spot âY-yes.â You croaked out âFeels sâgood, fuck.â
Heeseung grinned and stilled, twitching inside of you with a groan.
Before you could even comprehend it, he had you with your back on the mattress, never pulling out of you.
Your legs spread open, eager to feel him in you, to let him claim him.
âFuck,â He grunted out, his pace never once faltering as he gripped your thighs to help himself, surely there would be marks the next day âFeels like heaven inside of you.â
You answered with a muffled whimper, not sure if your brain could even form out a word anymore.
He leaned on you, chest pressed against chest as he hid his face in the crook of his neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.
You rolled your eyes back, the pleasure building inside of you almost unbearable âHee..â You breathed out, gripping his forearm to warn him where words couldnât reach.
âI know,â He murmured, âMe too, babyâŚâ
You cried out as you tried to delay your orgasm the same way he could do, but the pleasure was too much and before you could even try to resist more, you saw white.
Your back arched off the bed and squirmed around, your walls clenching tight around Heeseung who, despite your state, never stopped thrusting.
âShitâ Where do you want it?â He asked, because it was in some ways a first timer. First time going rough, first time going raw.
You couldnât find your voice, your eyes watery from the impact of your orgasm, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him.
He frowned âAre youâ Fuck.â You felt his cum filling you up to the brim, the sensation so sweet a gasp left your lips as he rocked slowly, adrenaline lowering.
After a couple of minutes where neither of you had the energy to move, Heeseung raised himself and offered you a warm smile âHow was it?â He questioned as he stood up.
The sight of you, sprawled on his bed with both your seeds running down your thighs was enough to make him pop another boner, which earned him a side eye from you.
âDonât worry, baby.â Heeseung chuckled, opening one of the drawers to retrieve one of his shirts and helping you in it. He then carefully cleaned you up, dried the sweat running down your forehead and after putting back on his shorts and underwear, he laid beside you.
One of his arms snuck around your shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead âYouâll have to go commando, since I ripped your panties.â You giggled, hugging him tighter.
âI really enjoyed⌠this.â Heeseung smirked, âI bet.â He glanced at the book, now resting on the bedside table âCome to me when you start another book, yeah?â
Heeseung absentmindedly squeezed your breast through the shirt âIâll make sure to recreate it all⌠even may steal some of the lines.â
Content that he wasnât going to judge you for your strange likings, rather supporting them, you let yourself be held as the storm outside slowly died, the breeze hitting your skin as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.
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