#and like the prompt listing i came up with ahhhh

[jake-g-lockley]

Hi hun! I absolutely adored your Hypnos Story it was amazing💕 and then I looked through your prompt list and were shocked when I saw prompt 20! We need that with Din, please🙏🏻

Serenade (Din Djarin x reader)

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Prompt: “let’s go stargaze.” “I’d honestly rather do anything else.” but they go and just stare at the other one the whole time (and the other is aware)

A/N: Thank you so so much for the ask love!!! And thank you sooo much for reading Hypnos, its one of my favourites too xxx AHHHH SOFT DIN!!! As you can tell, soft squishy bounty hunter is my guilty pleasure, I love it, he is such husband material <333

Word Count: 1k

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Scavenging for berries at night wasn’t the best idea you came up with in a long time. The Mandalorian had chastised you about it but you stuck your tongue out at him and walked out of the door with your torch and basket. Not even a few seconds later, you heard him scrambling behind you, your smirk growing wider as he paced quickly to catch up with you. 

Now, you squinted trying hard to figure out whether the berries that were growing in front of you were poisonous. You knew the Mandalorian was trying hard not to laugh, his posture unusually stiff and arms folded as if he was fighting the maker to keep his dignity in check as yours slowly crumbled in front of him. 

You turned to look at him with big eyes, wordlessly asking for help. He dramatically sighed and checked the leaves of the berry bush, before picking a few of the berries and popping it into your basket, making you grin. 

“Now, do you want more or can we go back and munch on these next to a nice fire?” he questioned, his hands on his hips as he stared at you down.

“I thin- woah!” you looked past him at the stars that blanketed the night sky. 

Your eyes were transfixed, glittering just like the stars above you. Sure, you flew with the Mandalorian through the stars, but you always loved looking at them from below, the vast galaxy blowing your mind and soothing your heart. From this angle there were no problems, no wars, no hurt. 

Just peace. 

“Let’s stargaze for a bit.” you whispered, not taking your eyes off the decorated sky.

“I’d honestly rather do something else.” the Mandalorian grumbled, but quietened almost immediately as you grabbed his arm and pulled him through the woods and into a clearing. 

You dropped to the ground and tugged the Mandalorian down with you and he slumped beside you, his beskar covered shoulder hitting yours. You lay down, your hair scattered around you like a halo and hesitantly, the Mandalorian stiffly laid down too, his armour clinking softly. You stared up at the heavens taking in the sight. You sighed wondering how you managed to end up in this situation. 

After a while, you finally felt like you were being watched. Not by something from afar, and your suspicions were confirmed when you caught the t-shaped visor in your peripheral. Din Djarin wasn’t being subtle, his helmet was fully turned towards you and his gaze was heavy. He seemed to serenade you from under his mask, without a melody or even a single word.

Without a word, you shifted closer to him, turning so that you were now facing him instead of the stars. If you were completely honest with yourself, you’d much rather stare at your Din than the stars. You tipped your head until your forehead was against the cold beskar, savouring the cool metal against your skin. You heard a sharp intake of breath from Din and you smiled softly.

“Din?” you whispered, your lips uttering his name out loud to him for the first time.

“How did-” he began but collected himself with a deep breath as he tried not to choke on his words. “What’s up?”

“What colour are your eyes?” you asked, the question rolling off your tongue before you could stop yourself.

“Hmm?” he hummed. 

“Your eyes… I-i want to imagine them.” you asked bashfully, pulling back and letting your hands trace his beskar covered face. 

“B-brown.” he stuttered slightly and you giggled, closing your eyes and trying to picture them, wondering exactly what shade they might be. 

“Thought so.” you said smugly and he scoffed. 

After a few seconds, you felt Din shift slightly.

“Sit up.” he whispered. 

You sat up without a word and he followed suit, pulling something from his pocket, folding his legs until they were crossed before him, his flight suit rustling in the silence of the night. It was a long scarf and he held it in front of you in both of his hands.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, genuinity lacing his gruff voice. 

You nod and try to look past his visor, looking for his eyes that were hidden behind the veil of his creed. He leaned forward and wrapped the scarf around your head, gently blind folding you. Soft rustling followed as he dropped his hands from the back of your head. A hiss, followed by a quiet thud met your ears and you knew Din was helmetless in front of you. Suddenly, you felt big warm hands on yours and you gasped faintly, only to hear a chuckle from him. 

He moved your hands with his, setting them onto his cheeks. You smiled as your fingers twisted his soft, sparse beard and thumbs traced his jaw which apparently was quite angular. He was smiling and you swore your fingers caught a dimple just below the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers unhurriedly graze his nose, feeling the bump on his nose and booping the tip, causing the bounty hunter to giggle shyly. 

Your smile widened bashfully as you brought your hands higher, feeling his eyebrows, trying to mark up the shape of his face. Your hand was flat and was softly gliding through the planes of his face until you touched something soft. Din’s breathing quickened and you could feel the short puffs of air as he parted his lips. You kept your hand there and you could feel Din slowly leaning in, your fingers now pressed to his lips.  

With his lips, he pushed your fingers to your lips and his ungloved hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand away from in between the both of you. He was so close, you could feel both of your breaths mingling, your heart thudding intently against your chest. You both moved at the same time, lips tactfully crashing into one another, your breath captured by the Mandalorian who stole your heart.

The stars could wait, you had all you wanted in the palm of your hands at that very moment as Din smiled against your lips and pulled you closer as time slowed to the serenading melody that your hearts played.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Omg I love your fics 😊 I was wondering if we could have another masc lesbian bottom reader? Maybe with lady lesso? Like reader is masc full of piercings and tattoos and dyed hair but seems like a complete dom but behind closed doors their such a sub?? I have no other ideas but in need 😩 I hope you have a great day 🫶

You Make Submitting So Easy ~Dom!Lady Lesso xFem MascPresenting!Bottom!Sub!Lesbian!Reader

Summary— Read the request. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for your request! And thank you for your patience. I love this idea, it helps expand my Reader profile writing. Let me know if you want a part 2…!! Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: light NSFW, implied smut, kissing, teasing, flustering, dom/sub relationship, etc.

Enjoy (;

You strutted into the dining hall for the morning adorning your favorite leather jacket. Making your way to the staff dining table, you sat down with a plate of breakfast and you were about to dig in.

But your gaze got caught on the Dean of Evil walking into the dining room. Everyone else looked away in fear, but you couldn’t help but stare. As soon as you realized you were staring, you looked away, blushing lightly. You took a deep breath and began to eat.

Later that day, you made your way to Lesso’s office. You didn’t really know why. But you were already at her door by the time you had realize you had no actual reason to see her, beyond that you wanted to.

You knocked and she called you in. But as you opened the door, stepping in, and then having closed the door, you froze in front of the door. Being in the woman’s presence alone, was something completely else…

“How can I help you…?” Lesso droned out, still looking at and writing down her grading.

When you couldn’t respond, and Lesso didn’t hear a response, she looked up.

“Professor.” She acknowledged you.

You gulped and nodded. You were tempted to wave hello, but you internally smacked yourself on the head and resisted the strong urge.

“Are you alright?” Lesso asked.

“I… yes” you stammered, managing to get at least one word out.

Lesso then proceeded to stand up, and she made her way around her desk and up to you. Her gaze fell upon your tall, muscular build. Then to your arms, where she knew there were tattoos hiding underneath your shirt.

Your lips quivered as you squirmed underneath the woman’s gaze.

“You came here for something, yes…?” Lesso purred.

You nodded, your mind spiraling.

“I… I’d… like you to take care of me…” you managed to say.

Lesso’s eyes widened slightly at your confession.

“Ahhhh… I see.” She breathed out.

The woman’s pupils were starting to dilate. She enjoyed watching you squirm, especially because you didn’t seem at all the type.

But squirm you did. A lot. All underneath Lesso’s thumb.

“I’d like to kiss you.” Lesso said.

You gulped and nodded.

“I’d like that” you said quietly.

She came closer, so that you were only a couple inches apart. You could feel the woman’s breathing on your sensitive skin.

It was only a few more moments before Lesso’s lips were on yours. You lightly hummed into the kiss, the more comfortable you became.

“Tell me what you want…” Lesso purred into your lips.

This was her way of giving you a chance to tell her your boundaries and what you wanted, to give you a voice.

“Want to be your good girl… want to follow your command…” you breathed out in a desperate whisper.

Lesso pulled back lightly, her gaze meeting yours. She chuckled lightly as her fingers came up to your face, brushing your short hair.

“So the masc, strutting lesbian is really a desperate sub behind closed doors…?”

You bit your lip and nodded, blushing from embarrassment.

“Cute.” Lesso chuckled darkly, “You want me…” she taunted.

You nodded eagerly.

“Words…” her teeth gritted, her tone changing swiftly into a way more dominating one.

“Yes I want you—”

“Then Kneel.” Lesso breathed out, “and beg.”

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Part 2 with smut…? 😏

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[mango-bango-bby]

Congrats on 7k my love you deserve it!! Can you do 🪷 with prince! Keigo please 🥺

♡ Sleeping Beauty ♡

(A/N: Hi love, I know really sweet fluff isn’t usually your style but I couldn’t bring myself to write angst or smut today lol!! I always get so nervous when my moots request, like I love it but I get nervous ahhhh ok, I hope you like this 💝 And thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 You’re so nice 💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, prince!Keigo, royalty!reader, Keigo kisses reader while they’re asleep, murder to rivals, mentions of blood, really sweet fluff

Summary: Keigo breaks the curse on you through true loves kiss (Yan!Hawks x GN!reader)

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The sound of Keigo’s boots echo off of the walls of the empty castle. This was the day he had been waiting for. Everyone knew about the curse placed on you as a child.

A witch, who was jealous of your mother, had cursed you as a baby that as an adult you would fall into a death like slumber. The only thing that could possibly wake you from that sleep was true loves kiss.

You would eventually fall into that slumber by pricking your finger on a spinning wheel. Your life went on like normal, you grew up like normal. The curse wouldn’t affect you until you were older so your parents raised you as a normal royal child.

Keigo can still remember the first day he met you. You two were both children. You hid underneath the table of food during a ball, hiding from the crowd of people.

You were overwhelmed by the amount of people talking and dancing. Keigo, bored of the party, noticed your shoes from underneath the tablecloth. You two talked to each other for the rest of the night.

You two would look for each other at every royal ball, whether it was in your future kingdom or Keigos future kingdom. You two would hide away and talk, or you two would dance on the dance floor.

Keigo knew he loved you, even from that young age. Keigo can also remember the feeling when you became isolated from the world, afraid of the curse.

The news of you finally falling victim to the curse finally came to Keigo. He could only smile a bit at the news, getting suited up before grabbing a horse from the stables. He had to be the one to be true loves kiss.

It was the only option, in his mind. There wasn’t any other option for who to wake you other than him. If anyone else woke you from the spell, he doesn’t know what he would do.

Keigo walks through the empty castle, gently putting his sword back into his sheath. The word of a beautiful royal who was cursed to fall asleep spread quickly.

Multiple men trying to find the castle, in hopes to be the one to wake you. It took Keigo a while to make it here, he had encountered many men who wished to wake you. That’s why he needed to bring the sword. He could be the only one to wake you.

You would be so grateful for him for waking you, you would be so glad to see him that you wouldn’t notice the blood.

If you did notice Keigo would simply explain to you that he did it to protect you. And knowing you, you would believe him. Always his sweet, innocent Y/n. His Y/n.

Keigo creaks open the door to the tower. The rooms walls are covered in thorns and roses. The stained glass window on the wall casts light of red, pink, and blue into the room and directly onto you as you lay in the bed.

Your hair spread across the pillow as if after you pricked your finger you fell into the bed. Your hands resting on your stomach as you sleep peacefully.

Keigo smiles softly, sitting on on the bed next to you. He leans over you, gently kissing you. It’s a solid few seconds before he pulls away, waiting for you to open your eyes. There’s a thought that crosses his mind if you don’t wake up from him. However it does work.

You gently open your eyes, letting them adjust to the light. You turn your head, you face bursting into a smile. “Y/n-” Keigo starts, being cut off by you throwing yourself at him into a hug.

“I knew you were going to be the one to wake me” you mumble into his shoulder, Keigo wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I knew to”

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

Bad Liar (Chapter Five) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD I have no idea how this turned out! I hope you guys like it though :D

Prompt List

Warnings: Adrian Pucey, I think that’s it xD let me know if I missed anything though

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)  

Your name: submit What is this?

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Bad Liar

Did all my dreams never mean one thing? Does happiness lie in a diamond ring? Oh, I've been asking Oh, I've been asking for problems, problems, problems

“(Y/N), are you listening to me?”

“Huh?” you were snapped out of your thoughts and looked back to your friend. “Uh- y-yes” you insisted.

“Really? What was I talking about?” Angelina smirked.

“Um… about… the Yule Ball” you tried.

“Lucky guess” she glared at you. “Merlin, could you be more in love with him?” she laughed.

“W-what?” you asked, nervously. How does she know?

“Fred! You can’t stop staring at him” Katie intervened. Right, you’re ‘dating’, so nothing seems out of the ordinary to them. “I think is so sweet” she smiled.

“Yes, you look so much happier with him than you ever did with Cedric” Angelina added.

“Really?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Yes! Fred treats you like you’re the only thing that matters to him” Katie told you.

“That’s not true” you said, feeling your cheeks burn before you felt a small paper ball hit you on the head. You turned to see where it came from and saw Fred smiling at you from the other side of the classroom. Fred looked back at Professor Snape to make sure he wasn’t looking and then he started motioning to you so you would get his message. He pointed at you, then he made a stupid little dance, and then he pointed at himself, mouthing the words: ‘You. Ball. Me.’ You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help to laugh a little and nodded at him. “Yes” you nodded with a big smile that Fred returned before winking at you. “What?” you asked looking back at your friends who had their eyebrows raised at you.

“You were saying?” Katie smirked.

“Shut up!” you insisted, relieved when Professor Snape released the class and you all made your way to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn’t long before Fred caught up with you and your friends.

“Hi, sweetheart” Fred said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “I got this for you” he said, placing two chocolate chip cookies.

“Oi! Those were mine!” you heard the faint voice of Ron not so far from you.

“Thank you, Freddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“What were you ladies talking about?” he asked, holding your hand and you closer to him.

“Nothing-” you started.

“Actually” Angelina interrupted you. “We were talking about how cute you two are” she smirked at you too and you rolled your eyes.

“Why, thanks, Angie” Fried smiled, kissing your forehead and smiling dreamily at you. “I believe so” he stated. “Don’t you, darling?”

“O-of course” you chuckled nervously as you finally reached the room where you had to wait for Professor McGonagall.

“Settle down everyone” Professor McGonagall said walking inside the room. You were standing on one side of the room with Angelina and Katie as the boys stood on the other side of the room. “Now, the Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Tri-Wizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance” she stated as groans emerged from the boys’ side and the girls seemed a lot more excited. “Silence” Professor McGonagall continued. “The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons” she warned.

“Try saying that five times faster” George whispered to Fred making the guys laugh.

“Now, to dance is to let the body breathe, inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight” she said looking at the girls.

“Something’s about to burst out of Hilary but I don’t think it’s a swan” Ron whispered to Seamus, and they laughed.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance” Professor McGonagall said glaring at Ron. “Mr. Weasley, will you be so kind to join me?”

Ron’s smile fell from his face as Professor McGonagall pulled him up to dance. You saw the faces of Harry, George, and Fred and you were trying really hard to contain your own laugh.

“Now, place your right hand on my waist” she told him.

“W-where?” Ron asked nervously.

“My waist, Mr. Weasley” Professor McGonagall repeated. Ron did as he was told and heard a wolf whistle coming from the crowd that you knew came from Fred. He turned to glare at the exact direction where he knew it came from and saw Harry trying to hide a laugh while the twins smirked at him. “Now, bend your arm. Mr. Filch” she said. Filch put on the record player and the music started. “And… one, two, three… one, two, three…” she repeated dancing around with Ron who was not having the best time of his life. Fred mocked his little brother, dancing with George as he smiled brightly at you, as you tried extremely hard not to laugh. He really loved this girl.

“Promise me you will never let him forget this” Harry leaned down to whisper to the twins.

“Never” they both said at the same time.

“Now, everybody, come together” Professor McGonagall said as she kept on dancing.

“May I have this dance, love?” Fred said, bowing in front of you, and you giggled loudly before taking his hand.

“Of course, Freddie” you said sweetly as you started dancing around the room.

“So…” he said, getting your attention. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Really? Well, that’s a first” you mocked him and he glared at you.

“Do you want to know, or not?”

“Sorry, continue” you smiled.

“Well, since this is the last Hogsmeade, I thought maybe we could… go on a date” he said, hoping you didn’t notice the blush rushing to his cheeks.

“Y-you… you want to go on a date with me?”

“Well, you know, given that… I’m your boyfriend and… we’re going to the Yule Ball and all” he chuckled. “It occurred to me that we never really had a date” he told you as you raised your eyebrow at him. “Fine! Ginny and Hermione asked me about our first date and when they found out we haven’t been in one, Ginny nearly kills me” he admitted.

“Fred, you don’t have to take me out on a date” you giggled.

“I know I don’t have to but, firstly, you deserve it. I mean I would even be a worse boyfriend than Diggory if I don’t take you out on a date” he explained.

“That’s sweet, Freddie” you smiled. “What’s the second motive?”

“Ginny terrifies me and she said she would actually kill me if I don’t” he quickly said.

“Well, I wouldn’t want her to kill my boyfriend and only prospect date for the Yule Ball” you chuckled. “So, I’d love to go on a date with you” you told him, trying as hard as you could to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled brightly at you.

“Great” he said, trying to contain his own excitement. “It’s a date, then” he smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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You stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear after you and your friends bought the perfect dresses for the Yule Ball. You were nervously waiting for Fred to arrive so the two of you could go on your first official date. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. This was Fred. your best friend since you first arrived at Hogwarts. But now, suddenly, everything had changed.

You felt butterflies every time he smiled at you. You felt your cheeks burning when he complimented you or he kissed you. You thought it was probably because your last relationship ended up being a shitshow and Fred was the first person to show you any kind of love. Even a better love than Cedric ever did. So, you decided that today you were going to rationally organize your feelings for Fred. Because you could not be in love with your best friend, right? So the only logical thing to do is to take feelings out of this and just, think about it instead.

“Hey, love” you heard that beautiful voice behind you. Okay, this may be harder than you thought.

“Hi, Freddie” you smiled, turning around and smiling at him.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” he asked, taking off his scarf and placing it around your neck. And here come the stupid butterflies.

“W-well, I was just waiting for you” you told him. “It is chaos in there” you said, waving at the store. “There are a billion girls trying on different dresses, if you went in, you’re never coming out” you told him.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful of you” he said, holding your hand and pulling you away. “Wait, where is your bag? Did you not get a dress?”

“I did, but Angelina took it with her” you told him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise and I knew that if I had it with me you would take it out and see it” you smiled.

“That’s not-!” he started. “Okay, yeah, that does sound like me” he laughed.

“So, where are we going?” you questioned, intrigued.

“Well, don’t worry, we are not going to Madam Puddifoot’s because I know you hated your dates there with Diggory” he told you.

“Y-you remember that?”

“Of course, I do” he said as if it was nothing. “So, instead, I thought we could go to Zonko’s, Toms and Scrolls, Honeydukes, and then the Three Broomsticks” he suggested.

“Really?” you asked excitedly.

“Yeah” Fred said, getting nervous all of the sudden. “W-would you rather do something else? I knew I should have asked you, but Hermione said-”

“Fred” you stopped him, kissing his cheek. “That sounds like a great date!” you smiled.

“Yeah?” Fred smiled at you.

“Yeah” you nodded as Fred kissed your forehead.

After visiting all your favorite Hogsmeade spots, you were now sitting in a booth at the Three Broomsticks and Fred brought two butterbeers to the table. Your nerves quickly faded away with Fred. Because this was still Fred. He was still your best friend. And you were now 100% sure that you were in love with him.

“So… all of the sweets are to make you ill?” you asked as Fred explained to you his latest invention with George while the two of you ate your Honeydukes candy. The Skiving Snackbox.

“Yes, not seriously ill, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. They're double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment you've been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. That's what we're putting in the adverts, anyway. So far we have Fainting Fancies, Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Puking Pastilles” he said, happily.

“Freddie, those sound brilliant!” you said, munching on a Sugar Quill. “You and George are really geniuses, you know that, right?”

“I think you’re probably the only person who’s ever called us that, love” he chuckled, eating another Chocolate Frog.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t be the last” you smiled, sitting closer to him. “Um… Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

You felt your heart beating a bit faster when he smiled at you, with a bit of foam on his upper lip and you cleaned it with your napkin. You wanted to tell him.

“I uh-” you wanted to say that you loved him and that you wanted this to be your first actual date. But instead, something else came out. “I have to go to the bathroom” you chickened out. “I’ll be right back” you smiled nervously, getting out of the booth.

Fred sighed, hoping that he hadn’t made anything weird. He had actually been looking forward to today all week. Well, if he was being honest, longer than that. A lot longer. He thought he might just see where you stood with him after a date and maybe he would get the courage to tell you that he wanted this to be your actual first date. Everything had been perfect so far, and he had been dying to kiss you since he picked you up in front of Gladrags Wizardwear.

“Well, isn’t this sweet?”

Fred was snapped out of his thoughts when a very unpleasant, yet familiar voice sat on the booth in front of him.

“What do you want, Pucey?”

“Relax, Weasel, I come in peace” he said, grabbing one of your Sugar Quills and Fred glared at him. “My bad, Weasley” he corrected with a smirk. “Sorry, force of habit. But, I do come in peace-”

“I seriously doubt that” Fred told him.

“Look, mate, I’m just looking out for you” he said, starting to eat your Sugar Quill.

“You’re looking out for me?” Fred asked with an angry chuckle.

“Yes, mate, I don’t think it’s fair, the way (Y/N)’s using you” he said.

“(Y/N)’s not using me” Fred said defensively.

“Isn’t she? Then why are you pretending to date her?”

“I hate to break it to you, but I’m not pretending. We’re in a relationship, no matter how that breaks your… well whatever it is you have instead of a heart” Fred told him.

“Uh-huh. So, that’s why she was Diggory’s treasure in the last task?”

“Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I do, mate. She’s just going to use you until Diggory wants her back and then she’s gonna dump you” Adrian shrugged.

“That’s not true” Fred said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it? Then I guess I’m wrong and the two of you are completely and madly in love” he smirked, taking a bite of the sweet.

“I really don’t get why this is any of your business or why you insist that (Y/N) and I are not dating-”

“You’re not” Adrian added.

“But, I can assure you that we are very happy with each other” Fred told him, starting to feel a bit on edge.

“That’s not what I asked you is it?” Adrian smirked. “See, I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. You have that stupid face whenever she comes near you. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you” he explained. “So, that means that this whole ‘thing’” he said, making air quotes with his fingers. “It’s until she gets bored. Dumps you, and runs back to Diggory.”

“Why the fuck would you even care? You need to leave (Y/N) alone-”

“Or what?” he snickered. “This whole ‘jealous boyfriend’ thing is not a very good color on you, Weasley” Adrian sighed.

“Is this because she hates you? Because you would probably be the last person she would date? Because you’re really not helping your case by being here and telling me all this” Fred told him.

“She doesn’t hate me. Trust me” Adrian told him, glaring at him a little.

“I think that out of the two of us, I know her pretty well” Fred said. “And believe me, she does” he smirked.

“How well do you actually know her, Weasley?” Adrian said, returning the smirk. “Because I will admit, if you are at least getting those benefits out of this, I might be just a little bit jealous” he said, noticing Fred’s cheeks and ears turning red.

“Get the fuck out of my table” Fred said, smashing his fist against the table. “I swear, Pucey, if you speak about (Y/N) like that again, I will kill you with my bare hands” he said between clenched teeth. Adrian simply smiled at Fred and stole another one of your Sugar Quills.

“Fine. I’ll leave” he said as if it was nothing. “But when she gets tired of you and runs back to Diggory, don’t say I didn’t try to warn you, Weasel” he said before getting up.

Fred took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you came back. He didn’t want you to see him like this, even if you would probably notice something was wrong like you did whenever he was upset. I can clearly see that you’re in love with her. But, she doesn’t seem to feel the same way about you. He hated to admit it but, Adrian was probably right. Not about the part of you using him, of course, he had agreed to do this with you. But what was going to happen once this whole thing was over? He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn't sure if he would be able to just go back to being your friend. But what was he supposed to do? You didn’t love him back. Probably worse than Adrian being right, George was right. All along. He kept saying that this was the worst idea but he still did it. And now, he wasn’t sure how to out. Because he didn’t want to get out. But he knew you would.

“Hey” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts and sitting down next to him again. “Sorry I took so long, there was a line” you lied. You were trying to think of the best way to tell Fred that you were in love with him. But now his mood seemed to have shifted. “Is… everything okay?”

“Yeah” Fred quickly said, clearing his throat. But you could tell he was lying.

“Are you sure? You seem upset-”

“I’m fine, (Y/N)” he insisted. (Y/N). Not ‘love’ as he usually called you. Even more, now that the two of you were dating. You knew he was hiding something. Which was what really worried you. Fred never lied to you. “I’m gonna get something else to drink, okay?” he asked, getting up and walking away before you could respond.

“O-okay” you said, deflated. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to tell him after all.

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“I’m in love with Fred!”

“BLOODY HELL!” George jumped, sitting up on his bed. “What the fuck, (Y/N)? What if I had been naked?”

“I would have been scarred for life! Did you hear what I just said!”

“You can’t just barge in on me like that! What if I was taking a huge dump!”

“Well, you weren’t!”

“But what if I was?”

“Then, gross! Did you fucking hear what I said!”

“Yes, yes. You’re in love with Fred” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry to dump this on you, it’s just… well, everyone else thinks I’m already in love with him, you know? And now I am and I don’t know what to do! I didn’t see this coming!”

“Really? You didn’t think that pretending to date someone, holding hands, hugging, and kissing as much as you two do would make you develop feelings for him?”

“No…” you insisted but George glared at you. “Okay, fine! You were right! You said one of us would end up falling for the other and those feelings would not be reciprocated and IT HAPPENED!” you said, freaking out. “I’m the one! I’m the one who fell for Fred and now I don’t know what to do!”

“(Y/N), calm down. You’re overreacting!” he laughed.

“OVERREACTING?! No! George, I fucked up! We promised we wouldn’t do this! What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be with Fred anymore, but I also don’t want to break up with him because… well, I do want to be with him! But that’s not fair to him! That would be extremely selfish of me so… what do I do now?”

“Well… you could… tell him how you feel?” George suggested.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Or… or, I don’t tell him and then I save myself from embarrassment when he rejects me!” you said, slapping his arm.

“So what is your plan then, to fake date him until he falls in love with you?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“(Y/N), this is ridiculous! Just talk to him and sort this out so you can both admit that you love each other and stop driving me crazy!” he snapped, widening his eyes when he realized what he had just said. He hoped he was wrong, but the look on your face told him that he had just fucked up.

“What did you just say?” you asked nervously.

“Uh... um... n-nothing! I said nothing at all!” he panicked.

“George!”

“I just said that you should tell Fred that you love him-!”

“No, no, no.... the, um, the... love 'each other' part?”

“E-each other? I don’t recall saying anything about each other-”

“Oh, Merlin!” you gasped. “Fred- Fred’s in love with me?”

“Did I- uh? Did I say that? I don’t think I’ve said that!”

“George!”

“Alright, fine! You two are a couple of idiots that are ridiculously in love with each other and are too idiots to notice!”

“W-well, what else did he say? I mean, does he… want to go out with me? R-really? Not this fake thing we’ve been doing?”

“Well, given that he's desperately in love with you, he probably wouldn't mind getting a cup of coffee or something!”

“George, this is serious!”

“Look, if Fred finds out that I told you this, he’s going to kill me!”

“If you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll kill you!” you smiled sweetly at him.

“Fine” he sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“How long has Fred been in love with me?”

“Probably since the day we met you on the Hogwarts Express, but he admitted it to me a few years ago” he said. “You didn’t really notice? You’re the only one he lets call him ‘Freddie’” he said.

“That’s not true, you call him Freddie!”

“Yes, whenever I make fun of you!”

“W-well, why didn’t he ever say anything to me?”

“Why do you think, (Y/N)? For the exact same reason you were just freaking out about him finding out you love him” he explained. “He didn’t want to make things weird between you two” he told you. “That’s also why he kind of distanced himself from you when you were dating Diggory” he said, rolling his eyes a little.

“Oh, Merlin” you said, sitting on one of the desks. “Then… w-why did he agree to pretend to date me? Now I feel horrible” you told him.

“See, this is why I said it was a bad idea. I just…” he sighed. “I didn’t want him to get hurt because I knew the more time he would spend with you, the more he would fall for you. I must admit though, you falling in love with him was a plot twist” he smirked.

“Shut up!” you glared at him. “Wait, so… this is a good thing!”

“What is?”

“I love Fred and he loves me so… I just have to talk to him so we can be together… but you know, seriously this time” you told him.

“Really?” he glared at you. “That’s the first thing I told you to do and you yelled at me and you slapped my arm!”

“Well, that was before I knew Fred loved me too!”

“Okay, so… now you know” he smirked. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s a good question! I mean, I’m gonna tell him, but how should I tell him?”

“For Merlin’s sake! Just walk over to him and tell him!”

“What if I do it at the Yule Ball? Don’t you think that would be romantic?”

“Sure, whatever ends this conversation” George said, exasperated.

“George!” you glared at him.

“What do you want me to say?” he laughed.

“Okay, that’s fair” you sighed. “I’ll tell him at the Yule Ball. I’ve decided” you smiled.

“Brilliant” he smiled, trying to be supportive.

“Just, do me a favor?”

“What’s that, love?”

“Don’t tell Fred” you told him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

“George! I promise I will tell him!”

“Okay!”

“I’m not joking, George. You have to pinky promise me!”

“Fine!” he said, sticking out his pinky. “I pinky promise!”

“You know that this is bigger than an unbreakable vow, right?”

“How is this big than an unbreakable vow? If you break an unbreakable vow you die!”

“Yeah, but if you break my pinky promise, I will kill you in a much more painful way than any unbreakable vow ever could” you said staring at him dead in the eyes. “Got it, Weasley?” you asked, glaring at him and George tried to not look as nervous as he actually was.

“G-got it!”

To Be Continued

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A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 6?! xD I think this story has two or three chapters tops left, depending on the inspo I have (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

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[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Ahhhh! The 'Ways to Say I Love You' prompts!!! 💛 They're all too cute but I'd love to see what you could do with number 19 (for Teslen because I am utterly hopeless).

Yay, thank you so much!

Teslen with #19: “Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.” (from this prompt list)

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Helen really should have expected what came with showing Nikola Praxian technology, considering what had happened when he had been introduced to the holographic map of the city itself.

The technology had been a gift from Ranna on behalf of Praxis, because Helen had warned the city of the impending destruction while she had been setting up the Underground Sanctuary, and the majority of the population had evacuated before it had happened.

In thanks for the Praxian lives, Ranna and the council had become slightly more lenient in allowing them access to the technology.

Nikola had been delighted when Helen had told him and asked for his help with this, but Helen really should have investigated it more on her own first.

He didn't have a care for safety, despite the fact that the hologram had nearly blown them up because of the traces of the Source Blood in their veins.

Though it really was her fault.

Helen was feeling a little tired--taking full command of the new Sanctuary was tiresome and now that everyone had come down, it was complicated--and had turned her back on Nikola to pick up the instructions Ranna had sent with it.

Nikola was going on a spiel about certain aspects of the technology that she was already aware of, so it seemed safe to turn her back and pick up the tablet.

Then Nikola said one of the worst things he possibly could have said the moment she did that.

"Hmm. Maybe if I do this."

She heard a whirring noise as he touched something with the holographic interface and whipped around.

"Nikola!"

He tossed a lazy smile over his shoulder, even as he touched more symbols.

"It's fine, Helen. I'm wearing the vampire shield, there's no way the Praxian technology can call me akhkharu or any other unsavory names."

"Stop that." Helen said annoyed, walking towards him quickly, though it really was too late to stop what he had already started. "We can't possibly know what it will--"

All the lights in the room, including the ones that were part of the Sanctuary's system, suddenly went out, leaving them in pitch blackness.

"Well, that's interesting." Nikola said.

Helen huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

"If you've knocked out all the power in my home once more, Nikola, I shall--"

Before she could finish, there was the unmistakable sound of the device powering up and a flash of light that shot out in a thin beam, bright enough to illuminate Nikola just as it struck him.

Helen felt like her heart nearly stopped and she rushed forward, even as her vision was dazzled by the lights coming back on.

"Nikola!"

Nikola was laying on his back on the floor, hands on his abdomen and Helen froze for a moment, because that position dragged up memories of Nikola on the floor because of the defense system in Afina's chambers, bleeding out as she desperately tried to find a way to save him.

She shook herself and rushed to his side, ignoring the fact that the device could do the same thing to her.

Helen put her hands over his, hesitating before pulling his hands away to see what damage had been inflicted.

There was nothing, not even a hole or burn in his shirt.

She stared, then looked at his face as Nikola's features scrunched up and he opened his eyes.

"Ow."

"Are you all right?"

"Nasty shock, but I'll live. Vampire, remember?"

Nikola sat up, rubbing his abdomen where he had been struck, hair standing on end more than usual, looking disgruntled as if the device had gone out of its way to do something to him.

"You're certain?" Helen breathed, heart still pounding rapidly against her chest.

"Yeah."

"You stupid bastard!" Helen hit him in the chest, anger welling up. "You bloody stupid arse! I told you not to go touching things until we had read the material that Ranna sent and you ignored me! You know what happened with the map, with the vampire defense system, and you still did it!"

She kept pounding on him, Nikola seeming bewildered as he attempted to block her attacks, but Helen didn't care.

Her heart was still pounding and the anger was a byproduct of fear. Helen knew that.

She had felt the same thing when Ashley and Henry had done things that had scared her, when they had needlessly put themselves in danger.

Did Nikola not understand she couldn't bear to go through him nearly dying on her again? Did he not understand that she cared about him and he was too reckless for his own good?

"Helen!" Nikola caught her wrists and Helen stared at him.

"I--bloody hell, this is coming out all wrong." she snapped, glaring at him.

"Don't worry, I know what you meant." Nikola said, smiling in a tender way.

She looked at him warily.

Nikola leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently.

"I do. I love you too, Helen. I'm sorry."

The confession and the apology both made Helen's heart feel like it was welling with too much emotion and she nearly pulled away from Nikola out of instinct.

But she forced herself not to, because this Nikol and she didn't want to ruin things by making it seem like she was rejecting him or denying what he had said.

She was glad he understood what she struggled so hard to say.

So, Helen nodded and swallowed.

Nikola released her and Helen stood, brushing her legs off and reaching down for Nikola and pulling him to his feet as well.

"Shall we try again?" Nikola asked brightly, grinning at her.

"Will you wait for the instructions before touching things?" Helen asked, managing a small smile of her own.

"Yes."

"Good." Helen moved back to the table and picked up the tablet.

"Mostly."

Helen took a breath, looking up for a moment and telling herself that Nikola being Nikola was what she wanted, even when it irritated and scared her.

"All right."

She turned back to him, holding the tablet in his direction in invitation for him to join her so that they could figure this out together.

[danceswithsporks]

Oooh I’m happy to see another talented writer doing the prompt list trend! #2 with Hunter and F!reader? I’ve always wanted to see more angsty sex with clones.

Ahhhh!!! This was so intense to write! I hope you enjoy it and so sorry for the tears in advance!!

Hunter x Fem!reader

“Just wanna fuck away the pain”

The battle had been an absolute bloodbath. So many lost brothers scattered the battlefield and the planet. The bad batch had been scattered to the four winds, each leading their own platoon in a massive counterattack against a Separatist stronghold. The batch would be the distractions on the outside as the Jedis infiltrated the base. It was supposed to be easy enough.

Until it wasn’t. They had known you were all coming. Somehow they’d been tipped off and they were ready. The moment the Jedi had disappeared into the base, the droids attacked. Thousands had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Attacking with everything they had. From B1 battle droids to full-on tanks. Your platoon against the droids had seemed like nothing. A drop in a massive bucket of droids. Fifty men plus you and Hunter against maker knew how many droids. After the first hundred, you’d all lost count.

It had been a hard-fought battle that had gone on for hours and while victory had been achieved, it had come at a cost. Your platoon had walked away with a stomach-churning 45 deaths. Some had been killed instantly while others had died in yours and Hunter's arms. At that moment you wondered if he was glad for the darkness of his armor making the blood staining it unable to be seen. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you could still see the way it all affected him. How his body hung in defeat as he lowered each clone to the ground before placing their hands on their chests. The way the pain in his voice was clear as he slowly spoke into his comm.

“Forty-five confirmed fatalities.”

Your heart sank as you listened to the pain and sadness in his voice. The others rang in their numbers and realization dawned on you that your platoon had lost far more than the others. It seemed that you two had taken the brunt of the battle.

“It’s gonna take us some time to finish things up here.” Anakins voice rang over the comm. “Head back to the Resolute and we’ll meet you there.”

“Understood.” Came as a whisper from you as you walked over and placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder. No words passed between the two of you as you made the long walk back to your shuttle. The sound of your feet trudging through the thick brush of land seemed to be the only sound between all of you.

It wasn’t until you were safe and sound on the Resolute an hour later that you finally spoke. Now alone in the privacy of the Marauder, you finally found your words. “Hunter?” His back was facing you as he stared at the door to the fresher. A grunt was his only response to you.

It had been his highest casualty count ever. Never had he lost so many. Had failed to protect so many. Yes, they were soldiers, but they had also been his vod. This was why he didn’t work with regs, this was why he didn’t like being part of the larger whole. Too many variables and too many lives on the line. Too many lives in his hands and this was the result. He wanted to vomit, to scream and throw things and punch something and…

And…

And…

Your hand snaked into his and he found himself inhaling slowly. Never had he been more thankful for you to be by his side. You moved around him carefully and he froze as your hand raised to his helmet. He didn’t want you to see him this way, almost a shell of the man he usually was. The sound of the latches of his helmet unlocking echoed through his ears as you carefully pulled the piece of armor off.

“Oh, Hunter.” You sighed softly as you ran your thumb across his cheek and wiped away the tears that were there. The wait of being the leader was a heavy one. The weight of being a leader who’d lost so many at once was heavier. “Let me help you.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

When had he started to cry? The worry in your eyes was clear to him. Hunter opened his mouth to say something to you but found himself unable to speak. So instead he gave you a small grunt as your hand wrapped around his wrist and began to undo his gauntlets and gloves. Every single movement you made was slow and meticulous. Your fingers found the clasp for the gauntlets and easily clicked them open. Slowly, almost painfully slow, you pulled them and his gloves off and let them fall to the floor with a soft thud. A shutter left his body as you carefully ran your finger across one of his palms, your bottom lip quivering between your teeth. The care and delicate movements you showed him made his heart flutter.

You watched as he suddenly pulled his hand away from you and moved it up to your cheek where he cupped it gently. His nose ran across the tip of yours as he closed the gap between your faces and his lips hovered over yours. You wanted to kiss him so badly, to share in the pain and anguish you both felt. But at this moment was it right to desire such a thing? When your partner, your Hunter, was clearly in so much pain.

It was like he could read your mind. The distance between your lips was closed with a soft kiss. His rough lips danced across yours in one of the softest and sweetest kisses he’d ever given you. Like he was almost afraid to hurt you. Reaching your hand up, you wrapped it around the one against your cheek and squeezed it tightly as if to let him know that he wouldn’t hurt you. Only then did he deepen the kiss. Gone was the gentleness of a man struggling to keep himself centered and not lose control. In his place now stood a man desperate to find a release and you’d be there to give it to him however he needed.

His hand moved from your cheek and gripped your waist tightly as he moved you toward the back of the ship. Your fingers moved desperately over his chest plate as you looked for the latches to unclasp the piece of armor. With a successful click, the plastoid fell to the metal floor with another loud thunk. He grunted against your mouth as he finally found a wall to press you against. Heat began to pool in your stomach as he slid his leg between yours, his lips never leaving yours. His roughness was so intoxicating that it left your head spinning. As badly as you wanted him right now, he needed you even more. “Hunter, my knight. Please. Tell me what you need.” Your hand rested against his sweat and blood-stained chest as you spoke quietly to him. Those golden eyes you adored more than the sun itself looked into yours as he let out a dark but shuddering breath.

“I.. I can’t. It’s not fair to you.” He couldn’t look at you right now, not when the almost animalistic side of him was begging for him to take you. To make the pain go away, however, he could.

“I want to help you, my love.” Your nose rubbed against his as you tried to get him to look at you. “Whatever you need from me, it’s yours. Take what you need.”

“I need you. I just need to fuck you. To feel you around me. I…I just need to fuck away the pain.” A small gasp left your lips as he spoke. “I know I wouldn’t be gentle. This wouldn’t be something sensual and beautiful like we usually do. You don’t deserve the kind of fucking I’d be giving you.” No. You deserved sweet and beautiful sex where he worshiped your body like the goddess you were to him. Instead, he’d rutt into you like an angry beast, the world be no gentleness, only anger.

That pool inside you only seemed to grow at his words. Lowering your head, you found the crook of his neck and placed gentle kisses against his sweaty skin. The taste of salt danced across your tongue as you did so. “Then I’ll tell you to stop if it becomes too much. But I want to help you, Hunter. So please…” You pulled your lips back and looked up at him with darkening eyes. “Use me as your toy. Fill me with the relief you need and we’ll talk later.” Your lips found his once more and you pressed multiple soft sweet kisses against his lips. “Fuck away all your pain inside of me and let me replace it with my love.”

How he’d ever repay you for something like this, he’d never be able to figure out. That was something he was sure of. His cock strained against his codpiece as he asked you once more if you were sure. When you nodded to him, lips swollen from the rough kisses you’d been giving him. The thread holding him back snapped and the angry beast inside of him was released.

Hunter reached up and gripped the front of your medics uniform and with swift movement the material was torn to shred and thrown to the ground. He’d replace it later for you. For now, he just needed your scent in his nose and on his body. He needed to replace the stench of blood and tears and battle that hung around him in a dark thick cloud of molasses.

“Leave your blacks on.” You whispered through racing breaths. He eyed you carefully as you reached forward and unlatched your black lace bra from the front. His leg that was situated between yours raised and grinded needly against your core causing you to whine. “I want to replace the battle on them with the smell of us. Please.”

Stars, how he adored how you always had his heightened senses on your mind, even when he didn’t. “Yes.” Was growled darkly from him as he moved your hips back and forth against his armored thigh. “Want your scent to be all I smell forever.” He’d have you cumming on all of his armor and blacks just to have your scent with him. You moaned and whined under his hands and the sound scent waves of electricity to his hard cock. More, he needed more of you. Hunter moved his hand to his side and quickly pulled out his knife. “Hold very still.” Came as a demand from him.

Your wide eyes watched as he brought the knife to your hip and sliced the side of your panties clean off. Only the feather-light touch of the tip grazed your skin and you let out a small shiver. In one fluid movement, the knife was returned to its sheath and thrown across the room. You tried to make a mental note of where it landed but your thoughts were pulled back to the sound of fabric ripping as the rest of your panties were torn from your body and thrown to the floor. “F-fuck.” The feeling of his armor against your dripping heat was even more amazing now.

He’d replace those as well. For now, he just needed more of you. He let you slide your juices against his thigh gauntlets for a moment before he lifted you up while falling to his knees. Both your legs were placed over his shoulders as he quickly buried his face into your drilling heat. Between the wall helping to hold you up and his strength, you weighed nothing to him. His tongue eagerly lapped at your cunt as he drank from you like a man dying. He didn’t care that you’d been on the battlefield for the last few hours sweating. To him, the smell of sweat and you was more than amazing.

His course stubble rubbed against your thighs in an exhilarating feeling that filled you with pain and pleasure. You moaned and cried out his name as he ate you aggressively. Your hands finding his wonderful locs of hair and gripping it tightly. He hissed against your pull before his licks grew rougher. “H-hunter! Gah! Please! Fuck!” It felt so fucking good. One of your hands released his hair and shot to your needy clit. If you could just rub yourself the right way, you’d be coming in moments. His hand grabbed yours and pulled it away as you felt his tongue leave your now-drenched cunt.

“That’s mine. You can only touch it when I tell you to. Got it?” His eyes watched as yours widened with surprise and lust. When you nodded slowly, he smirked before biting the inside of your thigh. “Good girl.” Your moan of pleasure at his bite egged him on. “Go ahead and play with your pearl. Cum on my face like the good little whore you are.”

This side of Hunter was dizzying. But before you could even let him know how much it turned you on that he spoke to you like this, he was back between your legs and lapping you up like an animal. Your hand returned to your clit and you quickly began to work circles against it. So close, so unbelievably close to coming on him. Your legs squeezed around his head as you neared your release. A growl rippled from him and into your core as his finger slipped in and quickly you were shaking around him, his name leaving your lips in the most sinful of cries.

Your release hit his tongue and his nose in a wave of ecstasy. His name on your lips as he pressed his face even deeper into you to savor and grab every last drop he could pull from you. The hand in his hard loosened as you rode out your high. Pulling away, he watched as your chest raised and lowered rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. His hand tightened around your thighs and rubbed them roughly as he waited for your breathing to mellow out.

It took a moment for your breathing to begin to return to normal. Your head taking even longer to come down from the dizzying feeling of your orgasm. But Hunter didn’t wait. He lowered you back to the ground and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face before pointing to the pile of your clothing on the ground.

“On your knees. I need to feel that pretty mouth around my cock.”

Another demand that made your already weak legs turn to jelly. “Yes, sir.” Left you in a breathy sigh as you lowered to your knees and placed your hands on his thighs. You made quick work of his codpiece and within seconds the piece of armor was being tossed to the side. Beneath the piece of armor was the most delicious of sights for you. His thick long cock was already peeking out of the top of his pants. Eager to be free and inside of you. His fingers slid into your hair and with a rough pull, your face was rubbing against the front of his pants and his length. He was so aggressive right now and a part of you loved it.

Hunter groaned out a “fuck” as your lips lapped at the tip of his weeping member while your hands pulled it free. That wouldn’t be enough, he knew this wouldn’t be enough for him. No, he wanted, needed, that soaked honey pot between your legs. This was to just lube him up even more before he broke you. Taking him was already a process for you and usually, you two would spend a lot of time getting ready for him. But you didn’t have that luxury today. “That’s right my little whore. Take my cock in your mouth.” He watched as your lips wrapped around him and slowly began to work down his shaft. Your hand at the base squeezed him gently and he bucked into your throat. “Fuck you look so pretty like that.”

Tears pulled at the corners of your eyes as he fucked your throat mercilessly. Your hands gripped tightly against the plastoid of his armor and just as you felt you couldn’t take anymore. He pulled away from you. A few coughs left you as you finally breathed normally.

He felt bad for making you gag and cough from how hard he’d fucked your throat. But the wildness inside him, that anger, made the care he felt take a backseat. He lowered you carefully to the ground and easily bent you in half. “Be a good girl and take this dick.”

You felt the tip of his cock rub against your aching core. “Please. Hunter. Need you.” You needed him to fill you. To fuck you raw and make you scream. You needed to hear him scream as he came in you. Your pleas didn’t go unanswered and in one swift movement, he was burying himself into you. A moan and scream left you at the same time as he pushed and pushed until his balls hit your ass.

You felt fucking mind-blowing. This was deeper than he’d ever been in you. He waited only a moment for you to adjust before he was thrusting and ramming you quickly. Your moans and cries of pleasure filled his ears as he chased his relief inside of you. He’d fill you with all of him, all he could give you. His pain, his suffering, his anger, and sadness. He’d fuck it all into you. “That’s right. Take this dick.” Hunter groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around him with each of his thrusts. “Take it. Take it all.”

“Yes, Hunter! Fuck! Please fill me!” A strangled cry left you as his thumb rubbed your clit in rough tight circles. The sound of your bodies slapping echoed around the ship as he screwed you into the metal floor. A tightness began to form in your stomach as he adjusted slightly and suddenly hit that spot inside you that made your world spin.

You screamed his name as you came undone around him. The tightness of your pussy pulled him to his own release and after just a few more rough thrusts he was emptying all of himself into you. Every drop of pain, sadness and anger flowed from him and into you, and with a strangled sob, he collapsed into you.

You held Hunter tight against your chest as you both settled into the cool floor. You’d get up in a bit. For now, you simply needed to hold the man you loved so dearly. Gentle hands rubbed his back as he hurried his face into your neck and cried softly. “I’m here.”

He knew he’d been so horribly rough and aggressive with you. That you’d put up with it for his sake. He adored you with every fiber of his being and hoped he didn’t hurt you too much. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m ok.” Came as a whisper as you listened to him apologize again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Please forgive me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You knew that those last ones weren’t for you. That they were for those he’d lost that day. Those that he couldn't protect and keep alive. With a slow breath. You kissed the top of his head and whispered.

“We forgive you.”

[inkykeiji]

hiii clari!!! i hope you’re having a great day, i’m working my ass off at the moment since i’m moving and as i was ripping pages and paint off my wall with a scraper some thoughts popped into my head! i constantly have your touya-nii au! and bmb au! on my mind and i REALLY wanna make an au and story like the two of those but i don’t know where to start!

i was wondering how you thought of the two of those au’s? the plot and storylines, layout, etc. and how you came up with ��break my bones but act as my spine” for the bmb au?

AAAA i hope this isn’t too much trouble of an ask!!!! (also omgomgomgomg if possible can i be the 📖 anon? LUV YOU MWAHH)

hi lovie!! <3 i am actually sick in bed with a steadily climbing fever LMAO but thank you sweetpea <3 i hope your day is going swell!!

oooh that’s a really interesting question! i get a lot of my inspiration from music, actually! (which is also why 97% of my fic titles are lyrics HAHA). i love making playlists that either fit a certain mood, vibe, or idea, or playlists centred around characters. usually then i just listen to them on repeat and let my mind wander!!! so for my main touya-nii series, it’s actually all inspired by save that shit by lil peep! each title is a song lyric that relates to the content of the piece itself:

i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back: touya can take reader into this relationship, but once she’s entered into it, she’ll be fucked up for life, there’s no going back to who she was before she started fucking her stepbrother;

all she want is payback for the way i always play that shit: all reader wants is for touya to feel an ounce of the hurt SHE feels when he’s off screwing around with other people—all reader wants is him, completely and wholly and entirely to herself;

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back: does touya’s psychotic behaviour and extreme possessiveness scare her? will she take him back now that he’s ready and willing to be fully hers and no one else’s?

also, just the vibe of the song itself set the tone and the atmosphere for the main series!! the same happened with 16 lines, also by lil peep, which is where the lyric break my bones but act as my spine comes from! for this one, it was more the vibe of the song than anything else. that, and the fact that i personally love organized crime bosses, love love triangles, and love the classic bodyguard babysitter falls for the person they’re protecting trope.

anyway, i know they’re kind of abstract, but that’s one of the ways my ideas bloom in my head! the other thing i would suggest is study narratives you enjoy: books, movies, video games—anything with a narrative that really struck a chord with you, and figure out why you enjoyed it and what you love so much about it. i believe it is equally as important to consume art as it is to create it!! feed your brain!! i can give you a whole list of some of my inspirations for those pieces, and that still doesn’t scratch the surface! read, write, watch, play, study!

additionally, i always say creativity is a muscle; we all have it, but you have to exercise it to strengthen it. as such, i’d recommend you do some character + narrative writing exercises n warm ups! those will get the ideas flowing, and you might end up developing a story out of something you thought up during one of those exercises! you can also look into fiction prompts and see if anything sparks your interest!

also, if you’d like it, i also have a lil masterlist of my writing advice that discusses a technique we used to continuously generate ideas in my screenwriting class! <3 ahhhh i hope this helps bb, i wish you luck on your journey and i support you creating your own work one hundred million percent. please, create <3

and yes!! you can absolutely be book anon!!! welcome to the anon club sweetpea ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[sphinxlosestheirmind]

oh it’s so over I’m inspired I’m going to write the best social media Reiji/Ryoken/Thomas fic you’ve ever seen no one @ me

(REIJI IS 16, RYOKEN IS 18, THOMAS IS 17. THIS IS CANON!!!! Unless you’re really freaky about like two year age gaps it’s not pedophilia!! Idk how people are specifically about ships in this fandom so don’t attack me!!)

Anyway I love this ship and I’ve taken to calling it GimmickShipping (GS) more under cut if you even care..

(Also I love saying “under the cut” so much, ALSO COLORED TEXT, I will be using it always and forever from now on)

The ship name came about first because I love these three and think they’d be really cute together. I’m in love with them all & they’re silly so who better to pair them with than each other!

Ok anyway actual reasoning now hah:

1. All sorts of characters have their own “gimmicks” to them that match up to their decks but these three just stood out so much to me in significant ways so I’ll list it here.

a. Reiji’s D/D/D, or different dimension demons, are such an intriguing concept specifically in the sense of his show (Arc-V) being about dimensional travel and different dimensions. I thought it was pretty ironic that this would be the deck to give him, specifically since he’s trying so valiantly to stop his father’s dimensional take over. (Almost like trying to stop a demonic takeover I guess? This metaphor is weird, take it with a grain of salt!)

Additionally, Reiji is a product OF the dimensions, seeing as without them he would have never been created (like, Leo probably wasn’t going to have any more kids. He had Ray, he ADORED her, he didn’t want more kids let alone had any intentions for Reiji specifically).

b. Ryoken/REVOLVER is all about guns. He has bullet earrings, he’s named Revolver for fucks sake. His dragons are very cyberpunk/gun themed, fitting to this narrative. His VRAINS bodysuit has the bullets decorating it all over, specifically seen on his cape-thing.

His whole thing is more stylistic in nature than story here, but I do think character design says a lot about the character as well. His deck also speaks for itself (again).

c. IV!!!! My darling Thomas Arclight! Ahhhh, how I love him. OKAY, I’ll get to the point! His was what prompted the whole thing, which is why I’m putting him last funny enough haha! His gimmick puppets definitely helped with the name, because they made me motivated enough to think about what a “gimmick” actually was!

Thomas’ whole thing is fan service- but puppets are an ironic gimmick to him as well. He’s a puppet to his father, just like his siblings are and his father is to the Barians/Vector. He plays with people like dolls, puppeteering them to his fancy as he dances to his father’s whims. He’s a very funky guy to me, and I dearly appreciate him helping me come up with the name.

Anyway hope you enjoyed this little rant hah. I just love them a lot and them being together makes me very happy, as well as literally no one else writing anything about them paired let alone as a trio! Might link the fic, might not, we’ll see how long it takes to write.

[sagesolsticewrites]

SAGEY I AM HERE FOR THE ✨ CELEBRATION ✨ i would love love love if you could do a blurb w Robin using the "playing with each other’s fingers" prompt from the hand-holding list!!

AND CONGRATS ON ONE YEAR OF MAKING TUMBLR A BETTER PLACE!! 🎉 🎂 💕

MIMS MY LOVE!!! TYSM BESTIE 🥰 I love writing for Robin (our favorite disaster lesbian <3) so so much ahhhh

You were laying with your head in Robin’s lap, listening to your girlfriend ramble about the latest mixtape Eddie had made for her — you hadn’t had the chance to listen to the one he’d made you yet, but if it was anything like the ones he’d made for the rest of the gang, you knew you’d love it — when your eyes caught on the motes of dust floating in the rays of sunlight streaming in through the window.

Ordinarily the two of you would be out enjoying the sunshine, a welcome break from the week straight of pouring rain that had been plaguing Hawkins. Unfortunately, with the sun came a stiflingly humid heat that left the two of you confined to your blessedly air-conditioned house.

Robin’s voice a soothing soundtrack in the background, you reach up to let your fingers dance in the rays of golden light. Out of the corner of your eye you see Robin’s smile grow as, without pausing her rambling for a moment, she reaches her own hand up next to yours. A giggle escapes you as your hands brush together once, twice, three times before Robin’s fingers, chipped red polish shining in the light, wiggle their way in between yours. The two of you let your fingers dance together in the sun for a moment before Robin grips your hand tight, pulling it down to press a kiss to the back of it.

You can feel the smile on her face as she mumbles against your skin.

“Do I have your attention now, sunshine?”

You twist, turning your body so you’re on your back facing upwards, your girlfriend’s thighs serving as a very comfortable pillow as you meet her eyes with a grin.

You hum, pretending to consider, before eventually deciding “I dunno, I might need a couple more kisses…”

Your giggles are cut off by Robin leaning down, more than happy to oblige your request.

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[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 12. Cas walks into Dean's dream.

Trigger Warnings: implied past rape, talk about nightmares, very brief mentions of (past) major character deaths, childhood fears, posession, and thinking you don't deserve to be loved.

Far From A Nightmare

"Hello Dean."

Dean turned around. "Hey Cas." He said. He was sitting at a dock, beer in hand. It was peacefull; so far, this had been a good dream. With Cas here, it would be a better one. He smiled. Wordlessly handed him a beer as Cas sat down next to him.

They sat there for a while in comfortable silence. Dean liked this kind of dream. The kind that didn't immediatly fade from memory once he woke up, the kind that felt linear and realistic rather than like if someone took all his different trauma's -childhood fears, his time in Hell, Purgatory, Sammy dying, Cas dying, Lucifer, Michael, everything- and put them through a blender, one bleeding into another untill he woke up covered in sweat and the dream was erased from his memory. Yeah, this was a good dream.

Dean watched the sunset. "Ahhhh..." he exhaled, scooting down lower in his chair, relaxing his muscles. He didn't have dreams like these often. Best to savour them. "I love you." He said, because he could. Because this was in his head and he wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of it. Because dream-Cas would just smile and say he loved him too, and it would be fake but Dean would pretend for a minute.

Sometimes, he had dreams about Cas. The dirty kind of dreams. The kind where Cas pushed him against a wall and plunged his tongue into Dean's mouth and claimed him from the inside untill Dean's vocabulary came down to one word. 'Cas'. Sometimes he had sweet dreams about Cas. The kind where they were married,or making breakfast, or on vacation together. The kind where he was allowed to wrap his arms around Cas from behind and give him a kiss. The kind where Cas looked at him like he looked at Cas, minus the guilt. Sometimes he had peacefull dreams about Cas. Dreams where they just sat, side-by-side, comfortable and content, drinking beer or watching something or listening to Cas go on about something he wasn't paying attention to. Sometimes dreams about Cas turned into nightmares. Cas would die, or Cas would be Lucifer, or Cas would yell at him for ever thinking he deserved to be loved, or Cas would get harsh- hurt him. Wouldn't listen when he said no. Would do the things Alistair used to.

This time, dream-Cas just turned to look at him in shock, and Dean's stomach acid crawled up his throat because it felt like the dream was about to turn sour. Instead, Cas just whispered, "You love me?" in astonished awe. Dean smiled loosely again, still untrusting but comfortable again. "Of course I love you. You're my angel. Well, the dream-version, anyway." He sipped his beer again.

Understanding made it's way to the angel's face, along with.. adoration? Fondness? Love?. "Dean, I'm not a part of your dream. I'm.. me. I'm dreamwalking. Sorry if that was.. I didn't mean to intrude.."

Dean spit back his beer and stared at Cas. "You're Cas?"

"Yes."

"Real-life, actual Angel, not part of my dreams Cas?"

"..Yes."

"And.. I just actually told you that I love you?"

"Yes, Dean."

"And you're not freaking out? Not leaving? You don't hate me?"

"No Dean, of course not. I would never hate you. I- I'll leave if you want me to-"

"No! Don't- Don't leave. Just uh.. I don't know."

"Dean. You do know that I love you, too."

...

"Dean?"

"Holy shit."

[voidendron]

We're getting better at no-evidence runs! We were two for three last night >:D

First one, I triggered a cursed hunt so I could listen to the footsteps

When the ghost came up the stairs where I was hiding, it was throwing things All Over The Place

Hunt ends

Me: "let's set up a poltie pile. It was throwing things everywhere"

So we set on up in the ghosts room after I took some sanity meds (we didn't want it hunting in our face when we went in the room), then Stone and I hid in a room with the lights off to lower sanity again, while Gham watched cams and activity board from the van

We hear an explosion from the ghost room to confirm my suspicion that it's a poltergeist and run out of the house

Ghost 1: correct!

We went in again and barely did any testing before I grabbed the parabolic (which i Never do, idk what prompted me to)

It doesn't take long before I hear this HORRIBLE wail on it, throw it, and run out of the house

Me: "it's a banshee, let's go"

Gham and Stone: ?????

As if I didn't hate them enough already ahhhh. That was The Worst sound I've heard in the game so far 😭

Ghost 2: correct! And got Gham and I our challenge mode weekly

We agreed to try one more before I had to go to bed, to try and get Stone his weekly, too

Not having much luck, none of our tests are working, so we trigger a cursed hunt

Ghost seems sliiiightly faster than average

Think it's between Twins, Morroi, or Thaye

Lower our sanity to trigger another hunt, seems sliiiightly slower

Take morroi off the list

Hunt three: slightly fast again

Twins seems most likely

So we guess that

.....it's a jinn

For the SECOND TIME we've done no-evidence, the jinn test failed

I'm gonna have to read up on them some more, I guess. But when Gham and I were doing duo challenge mode and we got a jinn then, it was acting like a shade (only one event and it was in the adjacent room from us instead of the one we were in, small interactions, aside from the cursed hunt it Would Not hunt until we got under 30% sanity) (then LAST NIGHT it seemed more like twins)

I think Gham and I officially have a ghost we hate getting, now jddjgsgs 2/6 of our no-evidence runs so far have been a jinn - out of 24 possible ghosts - and jinn test failed on both 😭

[bun-fish]

@britcision your amazing tags have sparked me more Ideas

they absolutely would!!

Danny is not pleased. the spikes get so sticky afterwards and it's not like he can just wipe it off with some Kleenex.

But as long as they made s'mores for him to munch on he's not complaining. So much.

Crown of the Ghost King? Never heard of it. The Stove of Hell, however...

Breaking News: the GK Crown is now kitchenware.

I'm picturing the Fentons throwing a party or something, probably celebrating Jazz getting into uni. they invited lots of people, most came for the renowned Fudge, some came to see the party to crash itself; others (read: A-listers) came to crash the party.

Danny has been assigned the task to set up the snack table. He doesn't mind: it's for Jazz, and he gets to wisk some fudge while putting things out. Maddie had brought out a whole sack of camping marshmallows for him to deal with, and would you please go check if the fireplace is still working, Danny?

Danny dutifully went to see what's going on in the Fenton's fireplace.

short answer: It didn't work.

Long answer: when he turned on the fireplace (it's one of those electric ones) green flames flickered on, then off, along with a cloud of ashes that made him sneeze. Hard. With a ghost fueled breath, the entire thing combusted and made itself a nice little potal. Which proceeded to suck itself in, leaving a hole in the wall behind. Cool.

Not cool.

"Fenton" and "Electric" and "Fire" and "On Button" never mixed well together. Danny should have saw that coming.

Well, the fireplace was gone. What replacements did they have? Danny mentally went down the list. He didn't trust the Fenton Griller; it had eaten all their food last time they had a backyard grill. With similar reasons, the Fenton Stove is a no-go. Maybe the Fenton Flame Thrower...?

Nah. Too risky.

The bag of marshmallows sagged sadly under his loosened grip. The party will be starting in an hour, how was he supposed to get the marshmallows set up? Their s'mores came a close second to the Fudge.

"Hey dude, your mom's asking if you got any meetings with CW scheduled tomorrow. Said she needs hands to clean up 'the dumpster fire this house will surely become'."

Tucker.

"I'm free tomorrow," Danny said, tearing his eyes away from the sad marshmallows. "CW stated as long as I got 5 hours of sleep per night this month, I'm free of any pre-king trainings until December. "

Which he was trying very hard to achieve. He was on his 1 week strike of Acceptable Sleep Time For A Half-Dead Boy. Jazz had been jazzed when he informed her of his accomplishment.

"I don't fancy a King-Stuff-related meeting anytime soon, thank you very much. CW insisted I have them in my ghost king get-up, and I can't see a thing half of the time with that big, stupid piece of..."

He paused.

"Of...?" prompted Tucker.

"... metal. Around my neck."

Tuck did the kind of snort-laugh only he could do.

"Ahhhh, yes, The Magnificent Cone Of Shame-"

Danny threw a marshmallow at him. Traiter.

It was that exact moment, that something, something sparked in Danny's head.

An Idea. A solution.

He turned to Tucker, eyes going to the yeeted-marshmallow he caught and was now munching on without a care in the world. Back to Tucker.

A mischievous smirk spreaded across his face.

"Forget the Cone of Shame- if you laugh again I'm keeping all the fudge from you- it's the Griller of Hell now."

A few seconds passed, and there was the identical grin blooming on his best friend's, marshmallow-stuffed, face.

That evening, on the Fenton's snack table:

Bonus: the Cone of Shame, featuring LBM

DPxDC Prompt where Danny gets ghost king summoned by the JL, but it’s one of those “crown too big for he gotdamn head” situations, and not in a way that looks cool.

It’s just completely obscuring his face, sat on his shoulders with tufts of white hair poking out. 

Danny’s only glad they can’t see him blushing (and that he can hide the damn thing when he’s not actively forced to reveal the artifacts by, say, a fucking summoning).

[briswriting]

4am and i just finished drafting my fluffvember masterlist ahhhhh i shall sleep now hehe will post the listing when i wake up 🤩🤩🤩

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Bad Liar (Chapter Four) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh let’s all thank the very lovely anon who requested this preview because it got me to get back to this story and write this whole chapter so, I LOVE YOU ANON! 

Prompt List

Warnings: fake relationship, Fred and reader get into a fight in this so angsty with a happy ending :D also, we’re all going to pretend that the Yule Ball was after the second task for this story! thank you! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)  

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Bad Liar

But I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, now you know I'm a bad liar, bad liar Now you know, you're free to go 

“Fred, let’s just go!” George said, rolling his eyes. “The second task is about to start!”

“But I promised her we would go together” Fred said, trying to look for you through the crowd.

“Maybe she’s already there, mate” Lee suggested.

“Yeah, maybe she lost track of time or something and thought it was best to meet you there” Katie said.

“That doesn’t sound like her” Fred said, confused. “She said we’d meet here” he told George as they all started walking towards the Great Lake, George taking the bets of who would win the following task.

You and Fred had been ‘dating’ for a couple of months now and to both of your surprise, it hadn’t been that difficult. Except for one problem. Every single day, Fred fell a little more in love with you. He tried his best to make it stop but it was basically useless. The more time he spent with you, the more he fell. Which wasn’t hard since he had been pretty much in love with you before this whole thing. Before he actually got to hold your hand and act like your boyfriend. Before he got to kiss you. Before he started noticing the way you smiled whenever he did something for you. He still tried his best to keep everything hidden from you and from George. It was harder with the latter though.

“So, how’s the fake dating doing? I mean I must say you play the part of the worried boyfriend to perfection” George mocked his brother while the rest of their friends walked in front of them and he kept collecting bets of people passing by.

“Shut up, George! And I am worried about her. I haven’t seen her since dinner yesterday when Professor McGonagall came looking for her” he told him.

“Aw, you miss your girlfriend?”

“Mate, what is your problem with this whole thing?” he said stopping, suddenly. “Is it because she asked me and not you?”

“First of all, she kissed you, thinking you were me” George smirked proudly. “And secondly, you guys have been doing this for months and you’re pretending to be in love with her to everyone else but you’re pretending to not be in love with her to her so… I still don’t think this is a good idea, Freddie-”

“Look, I’m fine. I can handle this, okay?” Fred said as they started walking again. “We’re best friends. I’m just doing her a favor. You didn’t see how upset she was the last time she ran in, to Diggory. And Pucey wasn’t buying it at first but I think he’s finally laid off her now so, it’s working” Fred explained.

“And your crush?”

“THERE’S NO CRUSH!” he snapped, whispering so people around them wouldn’t hear.

“Really? Is that why you brought her an extra hot chocolate?” he said, looking at the cups in Fred’s hands.

“I do this all the time for her!” Fred said rolling his eyes, arriving at the Great Lake.

“Alright mate, whatever you say” he told him as they joined their group of friends. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said.

“Do you see here anywhere?” Fred asked, still looking for you in the crowd when he heard the announcement coming from the speakers.

“Well, all our champions are ready for the second task, which will start on my whistle. They have precisely an hour to recover what has been taken from them. A treasure of sorts, from the bottom of the Lake. On the count of three, then. One . . . two . . . three!”

Fred was actually starting to get worried he knew you wouldn’t miss something as big as the second task, and if you would, you would have told him.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” he and George heard a voice behind them and turned to glare at Adrian Pucey. “Weasels” he nodded his head.

“Isn’t there anywhere else you could sit?” George snapped.

“Well, there is. But I thought I’d see your lovely ‘girlfriend’ here” he smirked at Fred. “Where is she?”

“That’s… none of your business” Fred said, annoyed.

“Oh, you don’t know, do you?” he mocked the ginger. “Well, it looks like you’ll find out when Diggory comes back up” he simply said.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Fred muttered.

“Fred, don’t bite” George rolled his eyes. “He just wants to get on your nerves” George told him.

“No, I don’t” Adrian said, grabbing the hot chocolate Fred had left on the seat he was saving for you. “I mean if she were my girlfriend-”

“That would never happen” Fred said, feeling his face burning red but Adrian ignored him and kept going.

“I would like to know where she is and if she is the… what did they say? The treasure of sorts that her ex is looking for. It looks like it’s people down there and the girl he’s currently dating is down there waiting for him to surface and she’s nowhere to be found” he said. “But maybe that’s just me” he said, trying to take a sip of the beverage in his hand but Fred snapped it out of him.

“That is not for you!” he glared at Adrian.

“How sweet of you, Weasel, to bring her something for when she comes out of that Lake with Diggory” Adrian laughed.

“Don’t listen to Pucey, Fred” George said, turning both of them around.

Fred tried really hard not to. He tried his hardest to focus on something else as the clock kept moving but he was growing extremely anxious. You were nowhere to be found. This was not like you at all. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the crowd started cheering. Someone was back. Fred stood up and looked down at the Lake where he saw Cedric pulling you out and his felt his heart drop. Adrian had been right. You were Cedric’s treasure.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath when you realized you were surfacing out of the Great Lake with Cedric next to you. The last thing you remembered was Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore saying that you, Hermione, Ron, and a younger girl you had never met, were going to help with the second task and explaining some safety rules about it. And now, here you were, the crowd in the stands was making a great deal of noise; shouting and screaming. They all seemed to be on their feet as you felt Cedric’s arm around your waist while you heard an announcement over the speakers about him being the first one back.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” you coughed before you saw a shark surfacing out of the water with Hermione by its side. “AAHH!”

“Relax, (Y/N), that’s Viktor” Cedric said, pulling you over to where the Professors were waiting for you with blankets.

“Don’t touch me, Diggory” you asked, pushing him away.

“Why are you so upset? I just rescued you!”

“Rescued me? Why did you have to rescue me?”

“That was the second task! They took a treasure from us and-”

“A treasure? What the fuck? Why am I your treasure? You’re dating Cho! Why aren’t you rescuing her?”

“Well, I just-”

“No! Oh, Merlin! You are so much worse than I remember! I thought you had finally moved on and leave me alone!” you said swimming away from him and more towards Hermione and the two of you got out of the Lake and were wrapped in blankets.

“Are you alright?” she asked you.

“I’m fine. You?”

“I’m okay” she told you. “You were Cedric’s person?”

“You were Viktors?” you smirked a little.

“Fair enough” she said, looking away. “Have you seen Fred?”

Fred. Holy shit.

“Oh, Merlin! Fred!” you freaked out.

You were so upset about this whole thing, you hadn’t even thought about him. You and Fred had been getting even closer this past couple of months. You had thought that by now this whole thing would be behind you but, the truth is, part of you didn’t want it to end. You were enjoying your time with Fred. He was so sweet, charming, and funny, and he treated you so nicely, you had the feeling that you were slowly developing a crush on him. You weren’t sure how to deal with this but you didn’t want to freak Fred out before you figured it out. And now, everything could be ruined thanks to stupid Cedric Diggory having you as his treasure to retrieve.

You tried to look for Fred in the crowd but instead, you spotted a very enraged-looking Cho throwing daggers your way. You couldn’t really blame her but you couldn’t really worry about that now. You needed to find Fred. And you finally spotted him getting off the bleachers and walking away from the Lake.

“There he is!” Hermione said, pointing at him.

“Shit, I have to go! I’ll see you later!” you said, wrapping the blanket closer to you and walking away.

“(Y/N), come back!” you heard Cedric’s voice far away. “We have to talk about this!”

You completely ignored him and walked through the seas of people to try and catch up to Fred. There was nothing you needed to talk about with Cedric. What you needed was to talk to Fred and hope he wouldn’t be as angry as he looked.

“Fred!” you shouted, walking after him through the gardens and towards the castle, but he seemed to ignore you completely. “FRED!”

“Shouldn’t you be back at the Lake receiving your award or something?” he snapped as he kept on walking away from you.

You felt your heart breaking entirely at the tone in his voice. Fred had never talked to you like this. Ever.

“Fred! I know you’re upset! Could you please stop walking and talk to me about this?” you asked, making him abruptly stop and turn back to look at you.

“Talk about what? How you were Cedric’s treasure? Whatever that means! How do you think it felt, (Y/N)? Everyone around me was staring because my ‘girlfriend’ was her ex-boyfriend’s person to save. It was humiliating! I look like an idiot! Pucey was having the fucking time of his life-!”

“Look, I get that you’re upset, but I can explain-!”

“Really? Can you?”

“Stop yelling at me!” you snapped.

You had no idea why you were feeling so guilty about this. You knew how it may look to everyone who thought you were dating Fred, but you thought Fred himself wouldn’t be this furious at you.

“No! You don’t get to play the victim now! I have been trying to help you get over Cedric for the last couple of months and now you’re his person on the Lake?”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh no, of course not. This is just vintage (Y/N). I mean, things just sort of happen around you and it’s never your fault. You're off in (Y/N)-land, doing your (Y/N)-thing, while I’m here trying to help you and then I’m the one who looks like an idiot while you’re just being totally oblivious to people's feelings!”

“That’s not fair!” you said, feeling your eyes starting to water.

“You know what? I can’t do this right now, I just need some time alone” he said, turning around and walking away from you again.

“No! Wait, Fred!” you yelled for him and tried to walk after him again but you got your feet tangled on your blanket and you fell down on your knees, feeling the pain of the gravel underneath and hurting your hands.

“(Y/N)!” Fred ran back over to you and knelt down next to you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine” you said, quietly as tears started streaming down your face.

When you lifted your face and he was looking back at you with his soft, brown, beautiful, worried eyes, it hit you. You knew why you felt so guilty. You knew why it hurt so much that Fred was upset with you. You didn’t have a crush on him. You were in love with Fred Weasley. You had no idea when it happened, but it did. And you couldn’t go back.

“Merlin’s sake, you’re freezing” he said, feeling your hands. He was about to take his sweater off but you stopped him.

“It’s okay, I have a blanket” you told him softly. Fred sighed, feeling guilty for yelling at you. You seemed just as upset as he was, if not more, and you were soaking wet while it was freezing.

“You’re still soaking” he said, helping you up and wrapping his arms around you. You felt a million times better, resting your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry” you said, with tears falling down your chees and looking up at him.

“No, love. Don’t worry about that… let’s just get you dry and then we can talk about this, okay?”

“But I don’t want you to be mad at me” you told him. Fred smiled sweetly at you before he kissed your forehead.

“I’m not mad” he assured you. “Come on” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the castle.

After taking a long hot shower, you dried yourself up and grabbed Fred’s Christmas jumper (which had become your favorite thing in the entire world), and walked out of your dorm and down to the Common Room where Fred was waiting for you. You were glad everyone was probably still at the second task or celebrating or something. Fred was near the fireplace with blankets and pillows on the floor and two mugs of hot chocolate waiting for you.

“Um… hi” you smiled shyly at him. It was as if you were looking at him in a completely different light and now you had no idea how to act around him.

“Hi” he said, smiling at you on the floor and patting the spot next to him so you would join him. “Are you feeling better?” he asked, handing you your mug.

“I am” you smiled at him. “Are you?”

“I’m sorry” he sighed.

“What? Fred, you have nothing to be sorry about” you told him.

“Yes, I do. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that and then snap at you” he explained.

“I’m really sorry, Freddie” you said, looking down at the steam coming out of your mug. “Professor McGonagall called me last night after dinner with Ron, Hermione, and a little girl that I think is Fleur’s sister” you started. “They said that we were going to help with the second task and explained some safety instructions but that was it. I had no idea that it was about the champions having to find their… treasure or whatever. I mean, Hermione was Viktor’s and they only met a few months ago” you told him. “I didn’t really know what it was until I kind of woke up with Cedric next to me and he explained the whole thing” you told Fred.

“What did you do when he told you?” Fred asked, feeling a bit anxious about the answer.

“I pushed him away and got out of the Lake with Hermione” you replied. “And then I went looking for you” you told him.

“You didn’t even stay for him to receive his award” he chuckled. “He was the first one back” he explained.

“I honestly… don’t care. I don’t care about Cedric, Fred” you insisted. “I cared more about you being upset with me” you admitted. “I hate when you’re upset with me” you admitted.

“I’m not upset with you, love” he said, pulling you closer to him.

“Freddie…” you said, looking down at your mug again. “D-do you want to stop this?”

“Stop what?”

“This” you said pointing at the two of you. “I’ve dragged you into this long enough and I would completely understand if you don’t want to do this anymore. I mean, it’s kind of the perfect out for you, we just had a fight and-”

“Is that… what you want?” Fred asked, feeling his heart pounding heavier than he’d ever felt it. He did not want this to end. Fake or not, he loved being with you. But if you were done with it he would respect your decision.

“Um…” you sighed. You did not want that. You wanted to figure out your feelings for Fred and if the two of you were to ‘break up’ you thought maybe Fred would want nothing to do with you and probably meet someone else. You’d heard a lot of girls taking an interest after the Weasley twins, and while you didn’t use to mind, the thought of it now made your stomach flip. But you couldn’t be selfish. You couldn’t have Fred all to yourself. “I just feel a little guilty that you have to keep doing this for me. I mean, I don’t even know if you want to take someone else to the Yule Ball and you’re stuck going with me-”

“(Y/N)” he said, stopping your rambling. “Look, I’m really sorry about today-”

“No, but you don’t have to be sorry, Fred. I got us into this whole mess and it was all my fault!”

“It wasn’t” he assured you. “It’s Diggory’s fault” he rolled his eyes and you laughed a little. “Listen to me, love” he said, pulling you closer. “If I’m being honest, the past couple of months have been the most fun I’ve had in a really long time” he said, surprising you. “And I am certain that I would have more fun with you at that stupid Ball than with anyone else” he chuckled, making you smile. “So stop feeling guilty and stop thinking that you’re dragging me into this horrible deal where I get to spend time with you and have fun whenever Diggory and Pucey look at me like they want to murder me, and also get cookies whenever you want to show off that I’m your boyfriend. I mean, do you really want to take that away from me?” he asked, pouting. “I can do this as long as you need me to, love” he said, knowing in his heart that he would actually do anything you asked him to. “So… do you want to break up with-?”

“No!” you said a little too quickly. “N-no. I just… didn’t want you to feel obligated to-”

“I don’t” he insisted.

“Well… in that case… I’m actually having a lot of fun too” you admitted.

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Having you spoil me like this?” you asked, showing off your mug. “I can easily get used to it” you mocked him before you took a sip of your drink, getting a little whipped cream on your nose. Fred laughed a little at how cute you looked and wiped it away with a napkin. “Thank you, Freddie” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “For everything” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Of course” he said, kissing the side of your head. “I love you” he said, casually.

You felt your entire heart flutter only to confirm what you had been thinking since you followed Fred after the Lake. “M-me too” you smiled nervously at him.

To Be Continued

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A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 5?! xD also, this story only has about two chapters to go (if you have any suggestions for more, my inbox is always open :D)

[mango-bango-bby]

AHHHH oh my god congrats on 3k you deserve it!!! I have an idea of maybe yandere mafia au Dabi and Hawks (if poly is not cool just pick one ) maybe newly kidnapped darling!reader is refusing to eat or get out of bed or just sitting there looking numb cause they just don’t know how to handle it. Dabi n hawks first try punishing reader for not being reactive but end up doing everything they can to get reader back to how reader was when they were stalking them ??

Sorry if this makes no sense I’m baked like a banana chocolate muffin atm. Congrats on 3k!! Your writing is to die for and ily ❤️❤️

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(A/N: Starting off the au prompt list today!! So many of you requested different prompts with so many different characters and I’m so excited to write!!! I hope you all like this, and also thank you for helping me with the whole stolen fic situation. It’s not deleted yet, but I’m surprised so many people came to my defense 🥺👉👈)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, mafia au, angsty, mentions of violence, mentions of drugging (not that much tho), also I didn’t add in the darker stuff I hope that’s alright 👉👈

Summary: Keigo and Dabi + Mafia Au (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader x Yan!Keigo)

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“Did they respond today?” Keigo asks his counterpart. Dabi simply shaking his head at him, you hadn’t responded all day. In fact you haven’t responded to anything the past week or two they’ve had you. You were just numb, staying silent as you tried to process all of this.

You hadn’t expected to be kidnapped by two very dangerous people, mafia bosses in fact. Although no one really does. It was terrifying, even through the thick walls and beautifully decorated room for you, you could hear the screams of people that got in their way.

You could hear the meeting talking about horrendous things. And even if Dabi and Keigo weren’t doing any of that to you, they treat you quite well in fact, but they still scare you so much. Even worse is even knowing that fear, they refused to leave you alone.

Dabi and Keigo took turns caring for you and today it was Dabi’s turn. He had tried taking care of you, tried to get a reaction out of you.

Any reaction besides tears running down your face. Yet he got nothing. In fact you hadn’t even ate, making Dabi drug you until you couldn’t fight back as he spoon fed you.

Dabi explains how he had tried to get you to talk today was Keigo cleans the blood off his hands. Of course, both of them knew you probably won’t going to react today, just staying numb again. Just like everyday, but there was no harm in trying.

“They’re probably asleep, I know that the poor baby hasn’t slept since we took them so I knocked them out with some crushed up pills” Dabi says nonchalantly, walking through the large mansion with Keigo, both of them knowing that they’re going to your room to check on you and see you sleep.

Dabi grabs the keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door and letting Keigo and him slip into the room quickly as not to wake you from your sleep. He may be a big soft for you, not that he’ll admit it.

The softly decorating room only being lit by the soft glow of a lamp on the other side of the room than your bed. The softness of the lamp giving a feeling of comfort to the room, you curled up in many blankets on the bed.

Without even saying a word, Keigo and Dabi lock eyes thinking the exact same thought. Dabi crawls into the bed behind you, spooning you. While Keigo lays in front of you, putting your head on his chest happily and combing through your hair with his fingers.

You had to get used to them eventually, even if you’re numb right now. Maybe when you wake up and see how sweet they’re being to you, you’ll realize it’s not to bad here after all.

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[sinfulspencer]

CASUAL

Prompt: Based on this prompt on this prompt list.

“You recently broke up with your partner who cheated on you. Knowing that you’re upset and pissed, your enemy shows up at your house. You claim you don’t want them there and, as you open the door, insinuating that you want them to leave, your enemy slams it shut and says ‘use me’. You know they mean in bed and you know it’s wrong, and you know you shouldn’t. And you know you’ll regret it, but you end up sleeping with them anyway.”

I think that’s pretty much it, no explanation needed. It’s not really an enemy to lovers one shot, but it kind of is? I don’t know, you tell me.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Y/N

Rating: Angst/Smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!)

Warnings: ! mentions of cheating, swearing ! ! light dom/sub undertones (sub!spencer, softdom!reader), light verbal degradation, hair pulling, choking, vaginal fingering, protected sex !

Let me know if I have missed something.

Words: 8.5k

A.N: Ahhhh, I’ve missed writing smut. I’ve had so much fun writing this so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.  I wanted to say a big thank you to my beautiful princess @softreidx for editing this and giving me the funniest feedback ever lmao. I love you so much, this is for you.

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Spencer Reid can sense there’s something wrong when he steps inside of her office.

Usually Y/N would greet him with a snarky comment about his crooked tie or his messy curls, but today there’s nothing.

Radio silence and the lingering scent of coffee, a scent he’s not used to smell in her office because she hates coffee.

He spots her behind her desk, face buried in piles of paper-works she needs to file to officially close a case, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose and her eyes puffy red. She’s not wearing her usual elegant clothes; instead, she has a hoodie on and a pair of leggings with a comfortable pair of shoes.

No blouse, no short skirt, no high heels, no makeup.

Not used to the sight, Spencer is startled. And confused.

He has another file of papers she needs to complete for their Chief by the end of the night but right now, looking at her in this state and knowing she’s not at her best, he’s pretty sure she’ll throw something at him if he leaves that case on top of her desk.

Spencer knocks on the open door, waiting for Y/N to look up at him but she doesn’t. She keeps her head low, sniffling and brushing the back of her hand over her right cheek before clearing her throat.

“Leave whatever you have here and get out.”

It’s not unusual for her to be so rude to him, but she usually says worse things.

After all, they’ve never been that close since she joined the team. Spencer wouldn’t mind her snarky remarks – he finds them pretty adorable, because he can feel a deep liking behind those words towards him – but he can sense something has happened to her.

She’s drinking coffee, first of all. A big red flag.

She’s not threatening to pour her green tea over his “dumb face”.

She’s not rolling her eyes when she senses his footsteps or sees his shadows at the door.

She’s not making fun of his mismatched socks that match his tie today.

“I can take these papers to JJ, if you’re...”

Y/N puts her pen down, taking a deep breath before leaning her back against the chair. Spencer doesn’t say anything, still lingering on the door and hoping she asks him to come inside to talk, but of course she doesn’t.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it done before you leave this place.”

Spencer simply nods, stepping inside her office. Her bag is smeared all over the floor, her phone is nowhere to be seen, there are used tissues all over the desk, there’s no music playing inside of her office – usually she has classical music that helps her focus on her tasks and that gets her through the day.

Something happened to Y/N and Spencer feels incredibly bad.

“You look like shit today.”

“Thank you, Doctor Reid, always a gentleman.”

Okay, his words came out at the wrong moment but at least they made her nose twitch.

It happens every single time they start bickering about something but she doesn’t seem to be in the mood to fight with him. Actually, she looks like someone who needs to talk about what is happening in her life before she can break down fully later, all alone in her apartment.

“Are you okay?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper. As much as they hate each other – well, hate is a strong word so maybe they simply dislike each other a lot, even though they work quite well together, but still. They’ve never had this amazing relationship like all the other team-mates.

No matter their situation, Spencer wants to help her.

“Yeah. Why do you care?”

He shrugs, her eyes still low on the papers. “Just asking.”

Y/N lets out an annoyed sigh. “Close the door on your way out, please.”

Spencer doesn’t move, noticing how she uncomfortably shifts over her chair before gripping her pen harder. Maybe it’s because he’s still there and he’s making her angrier, but he’s really worried about her.

Her shift starts around nine in the morning while Spencer’s a little earlier. He arrived at eight this morning because Penelope invited him over to her office to have breakfast with her, and he spotted Y/N stepping in her office around the same time of his arrival.

It was unusual for her. Even though she doesn’t live that far from the building where they both work, Y/N doesn’t come to her office until 8:30 in the morning or a little later than that hour so it was kind of weird to see her so early.

And not dressed up as her usual self.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

That seems to get a reaction out of her because Y/N looks up.

And when that happens, Spencer notices her eyes are puffy, bloodshot.

“Have you been crying?”

Y/N doesn’t say anything else, her eyes watering again as she looks away from him.

That has never happened before.

The first and last time Spencer saw her crying right in front of him, happened almost four years ago when she received an awful call about a case. The last victim, a person they rescued from an unsub that hurt her in the worst possible way, passed away in the Hospital – and Y/N broke down.

It was her first case.

After that, no tears were shared. Not even when she found herself in a hostage situation and came out of there alive, safe and sound with JJ’s arms around her body.

Y/N had a tough skin, but today it started to crumble.

“Hey, what happened? – he whispers, closing the door behind his back – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Do you want me to go away?”

She shakes her head, placing the pen down and sniffling. “It’s not you. It’s not your fault, I’m sorry for crying.”

He scurries right next to her with a frown over his face, hesitating for a second before gently pacing a hand over her shoulder. He’s not sure Y/N likes to be touched – especially by him – but he doesn’t think they’re both ready for a hug so a simple pat on the back might do.

“Don’t apologise for crying, Y/N, you’re human. – says Spencer, grabbing the other chair with his free hand – You’re allowed to have emotions and lose them once in a while.”

This feels incredibly weird, but also so right.

As much as Spencer dislikes her attitude and the way she behaves towards him,  he can’t help but feel bad because of how he found her this morning. Crouched over her desk, lost in the papers she needs to fill, crying her eyes out for something he’s not aware yet – he’s not used to seeing her like this and it breaks his heart.

“I’m sorry anyway. – her voice breaks again, more tears streaming down – You probably think I’m pathetic.”

“Not at all, I’m worried about you.”

Y/N glances at him, letting out a soft laugh. “I thought I’d die before hearing these words coming out of your mouth, Reid. Is it snowing outside?”

Spencer turns around, shaking his head. “Nope, but it’ll be snowing soon if we keep not yelling at each other like this.”

The young woman grabs a tissue from the box over her desk, drying the tears still streaming down over her tired face. Spencer can see her eye-bags, which means she hasn’t slept the night before – therefore she didn’t dress up as usual for today and she’s not acting like her usual self.

A strand of hair falls over her forehead and he’s tempted to tuck it behind her ear, but he stops himself before touching her any further. No matter how they dislike each other, Spencer has always found her quite attractive – and she has admitted to JJ that she thinks Spencer is not that ugly.

Well, JJ might have told him and forced him to keep that opinion a secret.

“You don’t have to stay here, I’m fine. Seriously.”

“You’ve been crying for the past five minutes I’ve been here, you have tissues all over this office, you’re drinking coffee and you’re not wearing your usual water-proof mascara because it’d probably be smeared all over your cheeks. – lists Spencer, crossing his arms to his chest – I don’t think you’re okay.”

Y/N takes another deep breath, throwing her used tissue over her desk.

Talking to him right now doesn’t seem like a bad idea, but it’s not the best. She has spent the whole night crying her eyes out with JJ and Tara, she had breakfast with Emily and cried some more, so it wouldn’t hurt to talk to Spencer.

Just a bit, just to get this off her chest some more.

“I broke up with Leo.”

Spencer hates that guy more than anything in the world, but somehow he made Y/N happy. No matter how he hurt her and used her – Spencer remembers all those mornings where she would come to work with her eyes puffy red and her usual annoyed expression on her face after fighting with him, more enraged with Spencer because he looked fresh as a rose.

He’s not surprised they broke up, though.

Y/N can be annoying and arrogant, but she’s not a bad person. Spencer has his differences with her, but she can be decent to work with when she’s in a very good mood – and in the last few months, she has been really satisfied with her life, her job, her relationship.

Or that’s what Spencer thought until today.

Leo, on the other hand, is a bad person, the worst kind of person that you could decide to have as a boyfriend. He’s arrogant, narcissist, deceptive, manipulative, aggressive, more annoying than her, possessive and misogynist. Spencer doesn’t know why Y/N agreed to be with him, knowing her positions on feminism and her attitude towards life in general.

Love is complicated.

However their love was toxic.

Spencer is not sad that they broke up, he’s actually relieved to not have to see that son of a bitch at his team’s usual Saturday night get-together. Sure, Spencer is upset because Y/N is upset, he’s glad she got out of a toxic relationship that, in his opinion, was hurting her like nothing else has.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

Y/N shakes her head, twisting another tissue between her fingers. “No. I’m just... I mean, I was going to break up with him anyway but.”

Spencer stays silent, not wanting to interrupt her.

“Apparently he has been cheating on me for the last two months or something. I don’t even remember how we got into a fight yesterday morning but it just happened. – spills out the young woman, her voice breaking at the end of her sentence – I shouldn’t cry over him because he’s not worthy of my time, but I can’t stop my tears from falling.”

He frowns at her words, his right arm immediately closing around her shoulders. Y/N is not a fan of hugs but right now she becomes one, because she turns her body towards Spencer and hooks her left arm behind his neck.

Hiding her face in the crook of his neck, Y/N allows herself to break down once again.

Spencer simply stays there, comforting her through the rough moment she’s having. The tears are spilling all over his shirt, her hair are caressing the soft skin of his throat and the warmth of her body is enough to push him closer to her.

No matter how much he dislikes her, he can feel how upset she is.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I know we’re not friends therefore I have no right to say this to you, but I’m here if you ever need to talk. – whispers the young doctor, caressing her hair with the tip of his fingers – You’re one heartbreak away from finding the love of your life.”

At his words, Y/N pulls away.

She has her eyebrows furrowed and she’s brushing the back of her hand over her tears-stained cheek, trying to understand if what he said was a joke or an actual sentence he truly believed in.

But before he could open his mouth to add something else, Y/N bursts out laughing.

And soon he’s laughing along with her, because that sentence came out so weirdly and so out of the blue that they both were not expecting it. Sure, it was a nice thing to say on his part and Y/N had appreciated it a lot – even though she couldn’t wait for him to get out of her office because she feels incredibly stupid for having had this moment in front of him.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

He taps her shoulder, smiling softly. “You’re welcome.”

There are a few seconds of silence as Y/N pulls herself back together, using another tissue to dry her cheeks. She fixes her hair while Spencer stands up from the chair and gets closer to the door, waiting for her to say something.

When he turns around, Y/N is looking at him.

“If you tell anybody what has just happened, I will punch you.”

Spencer pretends to zip his mouth, shaking his head. “I’ll take this secret to the grave, I promise.

Leaving Leo was one of the hardest things Y/N has ever had to do.

She couldn’t bear to be with him any longer, she couldn’t stand the countless fights about her job taking her away most of the time and on the other side of the country, she couldn’t tolerate his continuous remarks about her barely having the strength to cook after coming back from a case.

Working for the FBI is difficult. She knew it when she began her training, all of her physical and psychological and theoretical tests; she knew it when she joined the BAU and the sleepless nights in her office with Emily while filing papers started, when she had to spend days straight in someone’s room to keep analyzing body language, voices, dialogues while staying undercover.

But Y/N loves her job more than anything else in the world and she wouldn’t change a thing about it, no matter how much it costs her.

Y/N knew that having a relationship with a person that has a polar opposite job with her would have been difficult, but they seemed to make it work in the beginning. They were happy, they were fully enjoying all the time they could before one of them was snatched by their job on the field.

As the months passed and the fight got more intense, Y/N knew something was wrong.

Leo wasn’t himself anymore, he wasn’t the man she fell in love with.

In the beginning of their relationship, Leo couldn’t care less about Y/N snooping through his phone because he had nothing to hide. Then, he became much more secretive and began to bring his phone inside of the bathroom, turning it off while she was around, while they were having fun. He was always texting or calling someone before meeting up with her.

Y/N knew that was the first sign of the beginning of their relationship’s downfall.

He became much more distant towards her, even after not seeing her for a whole week or more days. Even though Y/N wasn’t a big fan of affections, she didn’t mind cuddling with her boyfriend on the couch once she was back at home from work – but that changed in the last few months.

He stopped kissing her like he used to, he didn’t hold her like he used to, he even stopped sleeping at her place because he preferred to stay at home – and that was a big red flag for her, because Y/N knew how much he hated his apartment and his neighbours.

These signs were so obvious, but Y/N decided to look the other way.

Until yesterday morning he came over to her place, his neck fully exposing hickies she clearly didn’t give him. Leo began shouting about how she stopped loving him, how she never took a day off her job to be with him, how horrible of a girlfriend she has been throughout these years and how much he would rather be somewhere else with someone else.

Y/N was completely speechless because she didn’t understand where all of this came from, until she spotted those marks over his neck. Those signs were the last straw for her because he didn’t even try to hide them.

Leo blamed her for everything they have been through, only to cover up the fact he has been cheating on her for so long. And it’s sick, it’s disgusting, but it’s typical for a narcissist to feel the need to hurt someone and not take into account their feelings, because they’re not as worthy as his.

He didn’t care about her, he didn’t care about their relationship. He had no empathy, he felt no guilt when he cheated on her with those girls – and God-knows how many women have been underneath that man.

No, he just needed an excuse to get away from her.

And Y/N gave it to him, yelling back that he has always been nothing but a disgusting piece of shit that needed to get his ass locked somewhere.

Of course, Leo had to shout something back to hurt her along the lines of  “You will never find someone like me!” which lead her to scream right in his face “Thank fucking God, I hope I won’t!”.

They kept screaming at each other for at least thirty minutes before one of her neighbours, a young man that lives on the other side of Y/N’s floor, came up to her apartment and rang the bell. Leo quieted down even though Y/N kept yelling at him to get out and never come back, while walking to the door.

When she spotted her neighbour and he noticed Leo, he threatened to call the police if her ex boyfriend hadn’t left the building. Even though Leo wanted to continue their conversation, spitting in her face how good of a boyfriend he has always been – by treated her like a piece of shit, like she meant nothing to him, like she was just a pretty face to fuck when he wasn’t with someone else on her back – he left.

And he didn’t come back.

Her neighbour asked if she needed anything, if she wanted some company but she politely rejected his offers and thanked him for helping her out. Instead, she spent the rest of her night crying her eyes out and blaming herself for staying in a relationship that wasn’t fulfilling, wasn’t good for her and only made her feel miserable.

But she doesn’t want to spend today the same way as yesterday.

Leo is not worth of her time, her tears, anything about her.

Y/N has cleaned all of the rooms in her apartment in less than two hours, dancing to the music echoing through the walls and forcing herself not to focus on anything else but herself and the lingering scent of lavender everywhere in her house. Every surface is shiny, every pillow looks softer than before, every blanket has been folded over a chair or the couch, everything looks perfectly clean.

And Y/N feels much better, as if she just took a whole year off her job and went around the world to forget about her situation. It’s nice, it’s satisfying to feel like this. It’s funny how taking some time to declutter stuff from her apartment, throwing old magazines in the trashcan and re-organizing her fridge or her closet, can make you feel this way.

For over two hours, she stopped thinking about Leo.

But she couldn’t stop thinking and re-living what happened that morning with Spencer.

She feels like a complete idiot for allowing her emotions to take over the whole morning at work. She promised herself she would’ve never brought her problems there for obvious reasons – she’s a very emotional person, which can be a dangerous trait in an FBI agent who can also work on the field – but she was so overwhelmed, so angry at herself and at Leo that her walls crumbled down.

Spencer was there for her, even though he didn’t have to. He was so sweet to her, but of course that didn’t last.

They started to bicker again right before she left to go back home. Y/N almost tripped in front of his desk and, of course, she blamed him for putting out his foot because he wanted her to fall. Spencer got mad at her for blaming him without proof and...

Emily had to intervene, stopping their fight and calling Spencer into her office.

It felt good to be angry at someone else rather than herself.

Y/N walks around her apartment with a glass of water in her hand, climbing over the couch while staring at the television. She’s bored out of her mind so she’s currently watching those vlogs made by youtuber who explore abandoned places and use a spirit box to communicate with spirits.

They’re quite interesting videos, even if they’re not the best to watch before going to sleep. Alone.

She’s so caught up by the video that, when the doorbell rings, she jumps.

“Fuck! Oh, come on! – Y/N rolls her eyes, pausing the video with the remote – It’s almost eleven in the evening, can I get some time alone?”

It could be Tara, it could be Penelope.

The last time someone knocked at her door at eleven in the evening, it was JJ after a big fight with Will. Instead of driving around the city all alone, she decided to go to Y/N’s place and spend some time with her. They talked and talked and talked until they both fell asleep on the floor in front of Y/N’s television, that kept playing soft classical music.

It was fun.

When Y/N opens the door tonight, she doesn’t find JJ.

Spencer Reid is right there, staring back at her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He opens his mouth to say something but Y/N interrupts him, holding out a hand.

“You need to go back home, Reid, I don’t want to see you.”

The young doctor shakes his head. “I’m not going.”

She widens her eyes, the anger running in her bloodstream. How in the world can he show up at her place without a reason, first of all, and not wanting to go away after she has asked him to? Who the fuck does he think he is?

“Listen, just because this morning I hugged you, it doesn’t mean...”

“Use me.”

Y/N almost chokes on her own saliva.

Use him?

Use him how?

Use him as...

Of course he would ask her that.

In which sense, it’s pretty obvious.

The way his pupils are blown, his nose is puffy, his cheeks are red and the veins on his neck are popping. It’s clear he’s not there for laughing or fighting, he’s there for something that could easily ruin their relationship for the worse or change everything for the better. Something Y/N has been missing for the last two months, ever since she started to have problems with Leo.

She’s completely shocked because it wasn’t a request.

It was an order, kind of.

It was a suggestion, a nice and interesting suggestion.

It wouldn’t hurt to have sex with him – metaphorically. It wouldn’t hurt to use sex as an escape from her life right now. It wouldn’t hurt to use Spencer Reid, a man she doesn’t really like as much as she should, to get off.

She’s not deceiving him, they’re not dating.

This would be just sex.

But why is he doing this? Why is he asking her to use him?

Is it because he feels pity for her, for what happened? Is it because he finds her sexually attractive and he wants to know how it is to have sex with her? Is it because he wants to ease her mind off for a few hours, just doing her a favour, nothing else?

No, they can’t. They’ll regret it, sex will ruin everything.

“Spencer, for fuck’s sake, just go-”

Not listening to a single word rolling off her tongue, Spencer grabs her by the face and pulls her into him, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that leaves her completely breathless and motionless. As much as she dislikes him and wants to be alone right now, she can’t bring herself to push him away right now.

Sex is always a good thing, if used as an escape.

Maybe having fun with him is not that bad as she makes it out to be.

His hands move to the back of her neck as he slips his tongue into her mouth, melting against hers. And soon enough, Y/N is kissing him back with even more passion as she rests her hands on his hips. Spencer gently takes a step forward and she takes one back, allowing him to close the door behind his back.

Making out in the hallway can be hot, but they won’t stop there.

And it’s better if her neighbours don’t see her do some kind of things.

All the anger building up in her body when she saw him at her door vanished into the kiss, turning it more messy and angrier than before. This is not love, this is just pure anger melting into a night that will probably end with both of them panting on her bed or on the floor.

Focusing her emotions on one night of sex could actually help her.

Without pulling away if not for a few seconds, Spencer walks along with her down the hallway of her apartment and they go straight to her bedroom. They don’t need to say anything, they just need to act before Y/N can change her mind and slap Spencer right in the face.

He appeared out of nowhere in front of her door, demanding that she use him.

Spencer shall get what he asked for.

Y/N pulls away from his lips, now redder than before and much more plump. “You’re a fucking whore, coming in here and wanting to have sex with me. Are you that attracted to me, Doctor Reid? Is that why you came here?”

He takes another step back, falling onto the bed with his pupils completely blown and his heart ready to jump out of his bed. The adrenaline is pumping in his veins and he swears he can see the stars everywhere around him, the desire already blinding him beyond recognition.

Of course he finds her attractive, he’d be stupid not to think so.

Y/N immediately straddles him, her hands landing on each side of his face as she lowers herself so that her lips are brushing against his. His hands immediately go over her ass barely covered by her shorts, digging his fingers into the smooth fabric separating their bodies.

If only he could rip those clothes off her.

“I’m not a whore.”

She stares at him for a few seconds before lifting up her shirt, throwing it away. “Yes, you are a whore. You want me to use your body to get off. But since I’m in the mood, I’ll gladly take your offer.”

Spencer is so overwhelmed by the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of his face that he can barely listen to the words coming out of her mouth. He’s a simple man: he sees a pair of boobs barely covered by a white bra, his mind goes completely crazy.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

Her words are clear.

“Sorry.”

Y/N grabs him by his chin. “Are you sure you want me to use you?”

Spencer gulps at her question, frantically nodding. “Yes. Yes, please. I’m here for this exact reason.”

“Such a dirty whore. – whispers the young woman, pushing him down on the bed again – Listen to yourself, begging me to use your body for my own pleasure. Isn’t that fucking pathetic?”

This is a whole different side of Y/N he never thought he’d see.

He has always thought she’d be into dominating someone in the bedroom because of her attitude, of her body language, of the tone of her voice but with Leo she was a completely different person: quiet, submissive, condescending, always bowing her head down.

But Spencer thinks he might fall in love with this persona she became with him.

“Holy fuck.”

These are the first words coming out of his mouth, her hands caressing and scratching his chest at the same time while her mouth nibbles and bites the soft skin right under his throat, one of his favourite spots.

Spencer bites his bottom lip in response at her gesture, throwing his head back on the pillow behind him. Y/N grinds against his hip to find a more comfortable position and she lets out a loud moan when she feels how hard he’s gotten because of her movements, because of how she’s touching him.

“I barely touched you and you’re already this hard for me? – asks the young woman, amusement echoing in her voice – And I thought you hated me.”

She starts to unbutton his lilac shirt, throwing on the floor as he lifts half of his body. His hands finally reach her breasts, gently squeezing them in his palms before Y/N glances at him.

Suddenly, they both stop to look at each other.

Silence fills the room as they metabolize what is happening between them.

They hate each other with a deep passion, but they’re undressing each other with a quickness that leaves both of them confused. This is not love, Y/N is sure of it, but there’s some deep hidden desire that has finally exploded in both of them. Better late than never, right?

Spencer is allowing her to use his body because he knows she’s upset, because he knows she deserves to relax after a whole day of crying and wallowing in her own feelings.

He’s not doing this because he’s in love with her.

He might be sexually attracted to her – well, if he wasn’t, he probably wouldn’t be so hard right now.

“Just for tonight.”

Spencer quickly nods, knowing that this is not going to end there. “Just one night.”

Y/N leans down, her right hand ending up over his throat. “Let’s call it a truce.”

“Truce.” he whispers back, his lips parting when her fingers dig into his skin

Soon enough, his eyes are rolling in the back of his head as he starts to become dizzy. Normally he wouldn’t be into this kind of stuff, but he didn’t have much time to open his mouth and tell Y/N what is going on – and now he’s glad he hasn’t stopped her because this is fucking amazing.

The oxygen slowly lowering its concentration, making him dizzy and focusing the pleasure straight to his groin as she grinds against him. Spencer could come just because of this but he wants much more, he wants Y/N to enjoy every inch of his body if possible.

Without taking off her hand from his throat, Y/N uses her free hand to unzip his pants and yanks them down just enough to expose his purple boxers. They are matching his shirt and it’s actually pretty adorable, but she doesn’t want to stop their fun to compliment him.

“Tonight you are my whore.”

Spencer opens his eyes, staring back at her, and quickly nods.

Tonight he’s her whore. He can be whatever she wants. Also tomorrow, whenever she wants.

If she keeps doing this, she can have him for the rest of her life in her bed.

“And since you’re a whore, I want you to do all the work. – whispers Y/N, biting his neck in response to his low moan rolling off his tongue – Undress me and then fuck me, like the desperate whore you are.”

He’s definitely a desperate whore, his hands trembling against her soft skin. He’s internally begging her to let him do whatever he wants to her but by her words that have now rolled off her mouth, she might have just allowed him to do that.

So, Spencer doesn’t hesitate.

He rolls over her body before she could stop him and pins her hands against the mattress, forcing her not to move underneath him. And then he kisses her again, his eyes closing at the gentleness of her lips pressing over his – he can taste notes of green tea on her tongue, mixed with tobacco.

She must have smoked a cigarette before.

Normally he wouldn’t find the taste attractive, but he finds everything in Y/N attractive.

He crosses her hands over her head, pushing them hard into the bed, and slowly uses his right hand to travel down her body. He squeezes her breasts, moaning into her mouth when Y/N rolls her hips against him as if she’s silently begging him to fuck her.

He’ll do it, just... he’s going to take some time.

When his mouth reaches her most private part, Y/N spreads her legs. He settles between them and traces her wet folds with the tip of his fingers, before gently pushing her panties aside. He could feel the damp spot over them even without removing them.

And he did that, he aroused her that much.

She’s wet because of him, she’s wet because of what he’s doing to her.

That’s fucking hot.

Spencer keeps on kissing her, not wanting her to think about anything else but him. He knows that using sex to help someone out is not a very good idea – even if sex doesn’t mess up their relationship, it could change things between them and he’s pretty sure she’s not ready for that yet.

But it’s just for one night... maybe.

A few seconds later, Spencer uses his thumb to massage her clit right under her panties. Y/N cries out in pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillow behind her as he can see the way her face scrunches up in pure pleasure.

Her eyes are closed, her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are parted.

She looks like a fallen angel, a corrupted fallen angel. It’s incredible.

“Fuck, Spencer. I knew you were good for something.”

He smiles, shaking his head as he leaves an open kiss over her throat. “Not so in control now, huh?”

He spoke too soon because Y/N grabs a fistful of his curls and tugs them hard, yanking his head back so that his throat is also exposed. She lets out an amused laugh when he releases a moan and pushes his index inside of her, forcing her to moan as well.

This is just so fun.

“Shut up, whore. I’m always in control, especially when it comes to you.”

Yes, she is in control and she can be in control for as long as she wants.

His index curls inside of her, pressing into the soft indentation inside of her. Her thigh quivers at the pressure as she lets out a loud moan, echoing through the walls of her bedroom. He admires the way she reacts to his touch, her body arching because of the pleasure building up behind her belly button and spreading to every single cell that is now on fire.

Y/N grips his bicep, biting her bottom lip harshly as a loud moan leaves her mouth.

She can’t believe she’s about to have an orgasm because of Spencer Reid right now. She probably will slap herself the next day, but right now everything feels incredibly perfect – as if his hand is meant to be between her legs, his finger buried deep inside of her, brushing her favourite spot.

“Come on, Reid, I know you can do much better than this.”

He looks at her, almost passing out at the incredible sight in front of him.

Y/N is staring at him like an animal would watch a prey: her pupils are blown, her breath is rugged, her chest is rising up and down rapidly and she’s scratching his arm. Normally Spencer wouldn’t be turned on this much without being touched, but her reaction and her moans, the sound of her gasps are enough to turn him on beyond limits.

Spencer slips another finger inside of her, stretching her just enough.

“Fuck! Just like that. – Y/N whimpers, throwing her head back – I’m going to co-come.”

He picks up the paste, his two fingers curling inside of her as she digs her nails into his skin. The loud moans are echoing through the walls of her bedroom, Spencer getting lost in the sounds and the lovely pain she’s causing him by the way she’s scratching.

“Come for me. – whispers Spencer, unsure whether to talk or not – Please?”

She opens her mouth to say something, her eyes staring into his.

It feels like all the air has been sucked out of his body because of the way they’re silently communicating with their gazes, screaming everything that needs to be screamed.

I hate you.

I want you.

I crave you.

I ache for you.

He doesn’t know why this hasn’t happened before – well, maybe it’s because she was taken until that day – but it would’ve helped their relationship much better than all the screaming and bickering in front of the others.

When the pleasure gets too overwhelming, Y/N lets herself go.

The tingling feeling spreads from her lower abdomen to every inch of her body, her orgasm ripping through her chest as she lets out a loud moan with her head thrown back. Her eyes are closed, her thighs are quivering and squeezing against each other.

But Spencer doesn’t stop his movements, pumping his fingers in and out of her in order to prolong the pleasure for as long as he can.

Y/N groans at the sensation, finally opening her eyes again.

“S-Stop. Stop it. – she croaks out, gripping his bicep harder – I don’t want to come again like this, I need something more.”

So he obeys, slowly pulling his fingers out of her wetness.

Y/N collapses back on the bed, trying to catch her breath while staring at her ceiling. as if she just ran the marathon fifteen times. This orgasm was so easy to achieve.

Spencer looks at his fingers, her wetness coating them, and he brings them up to his mouth. When Y/N turns to look at him, she sees his tongue swirling around the tip of his fingers to clean them up from her arousal – and that is a sight she never thought she’d seen.

“And then you say you’re not a whore.”

Spencer grins at her words, shrugging. “You taste delicious, by the way.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, unclasping her bra and throwing it on the floor. “You’d say anything to get me to fuck you.”

“That’s not true because I know I’ll fuck you anyway. – says the young doctor, his confidence slowly peeking out – Since I’m a desperate whore, do you think you can touch me a little?”

She shakes her head, spreading her legs for him. “You’re a whore, you don’t get to tell me what to do. But... since you look incredibly sinful right now, I might do something for you.”

Spencer doesn’t waste any time, pushing his boxers down his legs and settling between hers. His mouth immediately covers hers in a kiss filled with desire, the neediness behind his actions very clear to her.

Her fingers wrap around the base of his cock, gripping it tightly. “If you tell anyone about this...”

He hums against her lips, slowly pushing his hips against her hand. “I know, you’ll rip my throat apart.  Don’t worry, no one needs to know.”

“Good boy.”

Y/N kisses him back, moaning softly when his cock presses against her clit. The low groan coming from his mouth vanishes into the kiss, making Y/N work a bit faster. She can feel his body stiffening on top of hers and she’s not sure if she wants him to come on her hand or somewhere else on her body, because this is just pure beauty.

She never thought she’d end up with him on top of her body, but she’s not complaining. Especially if he just gave her an interesting orgasm and probably will give her another one by the end of the night. And he did this just to make her feel better about her break up, but at the same time to feel her all over him.

She doesn’t complain, again.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me use your body for my own pleasure. – says Y/N, interrupting their kiss – You fucking whore. Does the others know how much of a whore you are? How you just begged me to come on your fingers before?”

Spencer shakes his head, bucking his hips up. “No. No, they don’t.”

“Good. Because this will be our little secret. – she whispers, using her free hand to point at the nightstand to her left – Grab a condom. As much as I’d love to feel you coming inside of me, I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Spencer quickly obeys to her words, scurrying down the bed to open the nightstand. He finds three condoms inside the desk and grabs one, making sure to roll it down his length before turning around.

Y/N is still laying on the bed, her fingers teasing her nipples.

He almost passes out at the sigh.

“Don’t start without me.”

She winks at him, pointing to her wetness. “Get in there, you whore.”

Spencer jumps back on the bed and quickly settles between her legs, placing a hand on the pillow where she’s laying her head on, and grips the base of his cock. There are many thoughts running through his mind.

Don’t come too soon.

Touch her clit.

Make her come first.

Stay hard.

Don’t come too soon.

Even though he knows how to pleasure a woman, he doesn’t want to let Y/N down – mainly because if he does, she’ll never let it go and she’ll use it to her advantage when they’re alone together.

But also because he really, really wants to make her feel good. He wants her to forget about Leo for a while, he wants her to be satisfied and happy for at least a few hours.

And so he does.

With a quick deep thrust, Spencer bottoms out inside of her. Y/N puts both her hands over his shoulders, her eyes not leaving the exact point where their bodies are now joined, as a loud moan rolls off her tongue soon followed by his name.

Never in his life he’d thought he’d have sex with her.

But now she’s there, underneath his body, moaning his name and begging him to fuck her.

Look how the tables have turned.

“Kiss me. Kiss me, please.”

Spencer looks at her, finding her eyes staring back at him. “What?”

Y/N slides her right hand behind his neck, pushing him down so that his mouth can finally covers her. He doesn’t know why she was begging him to kiss her when she could’ve just done it in the first place, but the way her voice broke while she talked made him feel extremely... weird.

Not uncomfortable, not sad, not upset.

It was hot.

Her voice was broken because of the pleasure.

And he did it, he’s the one making her feel all of this.

While Y/N takes control of the kiss and slips her tongue between his lips, Spencer takes control of her whole body and begins to thrust inside of her. Moving at a steady place so he can also enjoy the kiss, he closes his eyes and allows the pleasure to slowly build through his lower-abdomen and settle behind his belly button.

Using his free hand, he grabs hers. Their fingers intertwine in the second they meet each other and Spencer feels his heart swell in his chest, slowly pushing his hips against hers before Y/N whines against his lips.

Touching her like this, kissing her like this, breathing her like this...

“You feel so good. – she pants over his mouth, closing her legs around his waist – If I knew you were going to fuck me like this, I would’ve asked you to use your body before.”

Spencer chuckles, not pulling away from her mouth. “Now you know.”

As they start to kiss all over again, Spencer can feel the pleasure beginning to blind him.

He presses himself into her and Y/N lets out a loud moan, her right hand now scratching his shoulders as his movements start to get quicker. She can barely catch her breath between each thrust because the pleasure is overwhelming, tingling all over her body.

In a moment of lucidity, Y/N stares into his eyes.

And she gets lost in them, along with the pleasure already spreading through her body.

Spencer can feel her coming, her walls clenching hard around his cock. Her whole body is stiffening underneath his, her nails are digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder and he swears he just reached the most gorgeous part of Heaven. Spencer notices the way her lips are parted, her pupils completely blown and her thighs shaking around his waist.

He has never seen a more beautiful woman before in his life.

If Y/N looks incredible with her clothes on and her annoyed look on her face, she looks even better completely naked and with her face twisted in pleasure.

Spencer will never forget this sight.

Soon he’s following her, coming inside of her condom but quickly moving inside of her. He rides his orgasm to the fullest, watching her coming undone because of the pleasure that just flashed both of them.

As his movements finally weaken, Y/N collapses onto the bed with her eyes closed and her chest rising up and down rapidly to catch her breath. Her cheeks are red, her lips are swollen because of the many kisses they’ve shared and her forehead is sweaty just like Spencer’s.

He closes his eyes and hides his face in the crook of her neck, not pulling away yet.

The silence fills the room.

Y/N doesn’t want to talk because she knows she’ll ruin the moment.

Spencer stays quiet, enjoying the soft sounds of her breathing.

There is something incredibly comforting in being with her like this. The pleasure is slowly vanishing, allowing a deep sensation of satisfaction burn in both of them. They’re not angry at each other, they’re not sad, they’re not in love, they’re just...

Attracted.

Is it so wrong to dislike a person but being sexually attracted to them?

Maybe this is the problem.

Maybe Spencer and Y/N dislike each other because they want one another.

It’s possible – and in her case, this is exactly what she thinks about him.

She has always been incredibly attracted to Spencer but due to her relationship and the presence of Leo in her life, she has never been able to do something. Therefore, she began to dislike Spencer because she couldn’t have it.

Is it weird?

Not anymore, because she finally had Spencer.

“Thank you for tonight.”

Spencer manages to pull out from her body, taking off the condom and throwing it away.

“Thank you for using me.”

Y/N smiles, pulling the blanket up to cover herself.

Spencer lays back down on the bed beside her, staring at her.

“Maybe this truce will last longer than we think.”

“I hope so, our fights are tiring. – whispers Spencer, his thumb grazing over her cheek – I hope this wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be.”

She shakes her head, snuggling closer to him. “It wasn’t. And I’ve never thought you’d be bad at sex, I just thought you wouldn’t be as good as you are. That’s it.”

He lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Thank you for the compliment, I guess.”

Once they got comfortable enough on the bed, Spencer starts to caress her hair. She closes her eyes, smiling softly at the gesture, and presses a kiss over his throat.

It’s nice not to fight for once.

“Maybe we should do this more often.”

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by her words. “Oh?”

“Not fighting, I mean.”

“Oh.”

Y/N glances at him before rolling her eyes. “Okay, no. I was lying, I was talking about sex.”

Spencer bursts out laughing, playfully ruffling her hair. “I figured.”

“You know what? No, you’re annoying. – she mutters, rolling over his body – You don’t deserve to fuck me.”

He hums, placing both hands behind his neck while looking at her. “You’re doing this all by yourself.”

Y/N places both her hands on his chest, watching the pinkish scratches over his skin. “I know, but.. this is not exactly normal. We went from hating each other to the point of throwing each other paper airplanes, to having sex.”

Spencer shrugs, brushing his fingers over her soft skin. “So what? This is just sex, right?”

She leans over, placing a soft kiss on his chin. “Right. Just sex. So...”

“We can do it, I guess.”

They stay in silence for a few seconds, simply staring at each other. Y/N ends up admiring his eyes, how shimmering they are underneath the faint lights of her bedroom, and it’s crazy how they seem to calm her heart from beating too fast.

Is it possible that a pair of eyes can comfort someone?

Because Spencer’s are calming her and it’s... weird.

Y/N lifts half of her body, running her fingers through her hair. Spencer is right, there’s nothing wrong in having sex just to blow out the steam. Their job is stressful and it’s not unusual they’d rather go straight home after a case then go out for a drink and meet someone, so.. it might be actually nice to have someone there for you when you need them.

Physically need them.

And Spencer is attractive, Y/N can’t deny it.

He’s also good at fucking, if she has to be honest. He knows what to do, he knows what to say.

Y/N brings her hand down to his face, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip. “I still dislike you.”

Spencer chuckles at her words, rolling over her body. “The feeling is mutual.”

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