#and now I feel like I'm being pushed back from both of them :/
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Beyond the Window
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Summary: With her package plan a success, the only thing standing between Y/N and Spencer now was his job. But as soon as he returned home, nothing would hold them back from finally acting on their feelings—this time, with no windows in the way.
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Some might consider this dubcon (talk of Spencer watching reader through her window but reader had wanted him to) so please be aware of that! Fingering (f!receiving), oral (both m and f receiving), unprotected P in V sex (birth control mentioned), overstimulation/multiple orgasms (both m and f receiving), dry humping (if you squint), creampie (fuck I hate typing that), minor corruption kink, heavy praise, Virgin!Spencer, Sub!Spencer (he is pathetic and LOUD in this FYI), Soft Dom!reader, Perv!Spencer and Perv!Reader (they're back at it again LMFAO). Both fluffy and smutty. They match each other’s freak your honor!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader
A/N: Anddd done! This was, to date, the filthiest thing I've written so I'm nervous but I also loved writing it LMAO. I hope you guys enjoy part two as much as I enjoyed writing it :') I'll be putting out more sub!Spence in the future, but for now I hope you guys like this!! As always, please let me know what you guys think and if you do enjoy it then please like, reblog, and share it with your friends. <3 Thank you and I love you all!! :)
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Spencer was certain the universe was playing a cruel, twisted prank on him.
It was the only explanation for being called into work early on a Sunday morning when he was supposed to be off. The night before, he’d gone to bed without replying to Y/N, hoping to come up with the perfect witty, flirty response the next day—when his brain wasn't a pile of mush. As he hurried to pack a go-bag and get dressed, Spencer cursed under his breath for waiting. Now, he’d have to send a hasty, jumbled apology and hope that Y/N would still want him to come over when he got back.
While Spencer drove—a task he loathed but had no choice in, given the lack of time for the metro—Penelope briefed him on the case details. The team was being sent to Wyoming to assist with a rapidly escalating unsub, which explained the need to get there quickly. Spencer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as Penelope spoke. Even with the case's urgency, his mind kept returning to Y/N.
“Reid?” Penelope sighed, then tried again. “Hello? Earth to Reid?!”
Spencer snapped back to reality, his face flushing as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I got distracted. What was the last part again?”
Penelope's laughter echoed through the phone. “What’s keeping your mind so busy? Besides all your usual genius stuff, that is."
Spencer groaned, knowing that the blonde wouldn’t stop pressing until she got an answer. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly began to explain.
"There’s this girl who lives across from me, and I’ve had a crush on her for a while… We’d run into each other a few times at the library and the coffee shop near my place, but recently, a package of hers ended up at my door. I took it to her yesterday morning, and we ended up hanging out—" He paused, swallowing hard as his mind drifted to what had happened that night, but he quickly pushed the thought aside. "Anyway, she texted me to come over again, but then I got called in for the case. So, yeah, she’s just been on my mind."
Spencer winced as a loud squeal erupted from the phone, quickly followed by the sound of enthusiastic clapping.
“Spencer! That’s adorable! What’s her name?”
“Nope. Not a chance. I know you’ll look her up and start stalking her!” Spencer protested as he pulled into the parking garage. “Look, I just got here, so I’ll see you when we get back. Please keep this between us for now, alright? I don’t need everyone hounding me about it while we have a case to focus on.”
Penelope groaned dramatically but gave in, sighing in playful annoyance. “Ugh, fine, lover boy. You just ruined all my fun,” she grumbled. “Be safe, my sweet angel, and tell Derek to call me when you guys land!”
Spencer finished the call and hung up, swiftly typing out a message to send to Y/N before he had to go in. His thumbs clumsily pressed the buttons as he hurried, letting out an annoyed sigh as he fumbled with his flip-phone. He’d never been a fan of modern technology, but if getting a new phone meant it would be easier to talk to her, he’d consider it.
Good morning! I hope you slept well. Apologies for the late response. I’d love to come over, but unfortunately, I’ve been called in for a case. Would you still like me to come by once I get back?
Spencer gave a nod to himself, hit send, then gathered his things and stepped out of the car.
Y/N paused when she heard her phone ding, toothbrush still in her mouth. She quickly finished brushing, swishing mouthwash as she walked to her room to grab her phone. Returning to the bathroom, she spat out the mouthwash before finally glancing at the waiting text.
A small giggle fell from her lips as she read Spencer’s message, leaning back against the sink as she responded.
Of course, Spencer. Only if you want to :) xoxo
He texted like an old man (which wasn't surprising, considering his wardrobe). She thought it was charming. She placed her phone on the bathroom counter and stepped toward the shower to start the water, a smile still playing on her lips from his message.
A content sigh fell from her lips once she stepped into the hot stream of water, letting the water relax her tight muscles.
As her soapy hands began to wander her body, her mind wandered back to Spencer and just how deliciously pathetic he’d looked stroking himself to the sight of her. Honestly, Y/N had worried she’d scared the poor guy with her message after he’d watched her the night before, so seeing his text was a relief. Now, she just had to wait for him to return from his case—and then he’d finally be all hers.
The week crawled by, each day stretching on painfully, leaving both of them restless and longing for each other's company.
Each night when Y/N came home, she’d glance out of her curtains, hoping to see that Spencer had returned, only to let out a quiet sigh when she found he hadn’t. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited to see someone before. Something about Spencer had her completely hooked—not just his looks, but the man behind them. After spending time with him, she was eager to uncover more about the sweet, brilliant person who lived across from her.
Another four days went by before the text she’d been waiting for finally came through.
Hey pretty girl, we just landed so I’ll be home in about an hour. Are you up for some company?
Y/N arched a brow as she read the message, re-reading it a few times to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. That didn’t sound like Spencer at all… but she was too eager for him to come over to worry about it now. She’d figure out who actually sent it when he arrived.
With a small grin, Y/N typed her reply, then set her phone down to get ready and tidy up her apartment.
“Morgan! Come on! Are you serious?” Spencer griped, swatting at the man in an attempt to grab his phone back. “What did you say to her?”
Penelope had (accidentally) let it slip to Morgan that Spencer was, in her words, "dating but not dating this super cute girl who lives across from him." Naturally, she’d ignored his requests for privacy, tracked down the tenant list for Y/N’s building, and found her online after figuring out she was the one. So, when Morgan glanced over Spencer's shoulder and saw the carefully composed message he’d written, he snatched the phone and sent something entirely different.
“Relax, kid! I’m just helping you out. You’re going to scare her off if you keep talking to her like a geezer,” Morgan chuckled, tossing him back his phone before standing from his seat and stretching. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Spencer sighed, shaking his head in frustration before unlocking his phone to check the message. He cringed at what Morgan had sent, but then his heart skipped a beat as he read Y/N’s reply.
Come over whenever you’re ready, pretty boy. I can’t wait to see you. :)
Spencer’s face flushed as he brushed off the curious looks from the team, eager to get off the jet and head home to drop his stuff off—then straight to Y/N’s. A mix of nervousness and excitement churned inside him, his hands trembling as he started the drive home. It felt surreal to him, knowing not only that she was excited to see him, but that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
A firm knock at the door pulled Y/N’s attention from the couch, a bright smile spreading across her face as she jumped up to answer it. "Coming!" she called, quickly unlocking the door. When she opened it, Spencer stood there, looking a bit nervous and holding a bag of takeout from her favorite diner.
"Oh, Spencer," she murmured, her gaze softening as she noticed the bag. "You’re so sweet! You didn’t have to get dinner—I was planning to order something when you got here." She stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and taking the bag from his hand so he could slip off his coat.
Spencer waved it off with a sheepish grin as he followed her into the kitchen. "I wanted to," he said. "I noticed you ordered from them a lot and thought it would be a nice surprise." His eyes widened in panic. "Not that I’ve been, like, stalking you or anything! And, um, I'm sorry if I didn’t pick the right thing. I can run back and grab something else—"
“Spencer.”
Y/N sat down the plates she'd gotten out for them and silenced his nervous rambling by gently cupping his cheeks. Spencer froze mid-sentence, his mouth slightly open as he looked down at her. She smiled up at him, softly stroking her thumb along his cheekbone.
“You did perfect, sweetheart,” she reassured him, her gaze flicking to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “It was so thoughtful of you to pick up dinner. I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you ordered. Thank you.”
Spencer swallowed, his heart pounding at the feel of her hands on his face. He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself before he whispered, “Of course.”
Y/N smiled, brushing her hand over his cheek one last time before turning back to plate the food, which looked and smelled delicious. Once she finished, she headed to the fridge, glancing back at Spencer. "Wine, water, or soda?"
"Water, please. Thank you."
Nodding, Y/N poured herself a glass of wine and then filled one with water for him. They walked into the living room, both of them buzzing with anticipation for what was to come later. They sat side by side, enjoying the warmth that came from being pressed together as they began to eat.
"So," Y/N started, laughing softly before continuing. "Who texted me from your phone earlier today? Unless the grandfather ghost inhabiting your body decided to take a rain check."
Spencer groaned in embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly as he glanced at her. "Sorry about that… that was my co-worker, Derek. And best friend too. He accused me of 'talking to you like a geezer' and decided to try and do better himself."
Y/N laughed even harder, putting her fork down to take a sip of her wine before replying. "I knew it wasn’t you!" she said with a triumphant grin, then paused, a new realization dawning on her. "You talk about me to your team?"
Spencer hesitated, finishing his bite slowly before taking a drink and nodding. "Sort of… I told Penelope about you, and then she mentioned it to Derek. I’m sorry—i-is that okay?" His fingers pushed his glasses up, a nervous habit of his.
It was more than okay. A giddy feeling rushed through her at the idea of him talking about her to his co-workers, recalling how he'd mentioned during their first hangout how much he valued them. She nodded, nudging him with her shoulder gently.
“You apologize too much, Spence. It’s totally fine. If anything, I’m flattered,” she admitted with a grin.
It didn’t take long for them to finish eating. Once the plates were cleared and placed in the sink, Y/N turned to Spencer, a small smirk playing on her lips. Spencer swallowed, leaning back against the counter, his eyes locked on her with a mix of curiosity as she began to speak.
"Do you watch every girl you're interested in through their window? Or am I just special?"
Her tone was playful, not angry or accusatory, but Spencer still tensed, stumbling over his words as he tried to explain himself.
"I swear I didn’t mean to come off as creepy or anything," Spencer stammered. "It’s just… from the moment I met you in the library, you were so captivating. And when I found out you lived across from me, I couldn’t help myself—"
Y/N's gaze softened as she realized just how nervous he actually was, and she took a step forward, shushing him with a finger to his lips.
"Spence, hey. Look at me, sweetheart,” she murmured, her arms loosely wrapping around his neck. She waited until their eyes met, then continued, her fingers gently twisting the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was just teasing. I wanted you to watch. That’s why I left my curtains open.”
Spencer’s eyes widened at her admission, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he recalled every time she’d left her curtains open. All this time, she had wanted him to watch. The realization sent a strange warmth through him, and he carefully placed his hands on her waist.
“So, was the package at my door part of your plan too?” he breathed, his expression a blend of lust and adoration as he looked down at her.
Y/N's answer came in the form of a nod and a smug grin. Spencer chuckled, his nerves easing the longer he held her in his arms.
"I didn’t think you’d ever make a move, so I decided to take matters into my own hands," she said softly, still grinning as she met his gaze, mirroring the admiration in his eyes.
Spencer wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. “Is it wrong to say I’m glad you did?” he murmured, his hands gently caressing her lower back through her shirt. “You’re just… perfect. I was afraid you wouldn’t even give me the time of day if I’d tried to.”
Y/N’s mouth fell open in surprise, her brows furrowing as she tilted her head. “Are you serious?” she asked incredulously, letting her hands slide to rest on his shoulders as she leaned back in his embrace. “Spencer, I adore you. You could’ve asked me out in the library, right then, after just thirty seconds of knowing each other, and I would’ve said yes without a second thought. You really don’t give yourself enough credit.”
She tilted her head up, brushing her nose against his, continuing before he could speak. "Let me show you just how incredible I think you are. Please?"
Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing at her words. It was exactly what he wanted, more than anything. But he hesitated, his mouth working as he fought to find the right words.
"I'm a virgin!" he not-so-eloquently blurted out instead.
Y/N's head jerked back, blinking hard as she processed his words. Had she heard him right?
"Wait... what did you just say?"
Spencer blushed hard, averting his gaze to the ground as he repeated himself.
"I'm a virgin."
It was Y/N’s turn to suck in a sharp breath, the admission arousing her more than she’d care to admit. She rubbed his shoulders gently before using one of her hands to guide his face back to hers, her gaze earnest as she looked at him.
“Honey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We don’t have to do anything at all—“
Spencer shook his head vigorously at that, a low whine emitting from his throat as he pressed his forehead to hers. “I want to do everything with you. I want to more than anything, I swear! I-I just… I don’t want it to be bad for you,” he whispered, unnecessary shame lacing his words.
“Spencer… sweetheart, it would never be bad for me as long as I’m with you,” Y/N whispered, her voice warm and steady. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, babe. Honestly, we could just curl up on the couch, watch a movie, or talk. I love talking with you, about anything.”
Spencer’s heart swelled at her words. No one had ever told him they truly enjoyed his company before, nor had anyone ever shown such genuine affection or concern for his emotions. It was a feeling he hadn’t known he was missing.
“I’m more than sure, Y/N. Please?” he mumbled, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. “I-I want to make you feel good.”
She paused, her eyes closing as she carefully considered her next move. After a long breath, Y/N gave a small nod, then pulled away from him completely.
“Follow me, then.”
Spencer hurried after her, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his eagerness to keep up. Once they reached her bedroom, Y/N shut the door and turned to face him, leaving him standing in the middle of her dimly lit room. He glanced around, almost in disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was really here—standing in her room and not caught in some dream.
“Bet it feels different being in here rather than just looking in,” Y/N teased, stepping closer to him.
“Very. I’m still waiting for the cameraman to jump out and tell me it’s all a prank.”
A soft laugh escaped her, and she shook her head with a smirk. “Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not happening. No prank, sweetheart,” she hummed, her eyes catching the way his gaze swept over her, full of unspoken desire.
Y/N smirked as she took another step forward, urging Spencer backward until the backs of his knees hit her mattress. She reached up, pushing down gently on his shoulders until he gingerly sat on the bed, looking up at her with wide eyes as she moved to straddle his lap. Her fingers carded through his hair, tugging gently and eliciting a whimper from him as she cocked her head.
“Quit looking at me like that,” she murmured, scratching her nails gently against his scalp.
A shiver ran down Spencer’s spine, his brows furrowing at her words. He shifted underneath her, resting his shaking hands on her hips. His tongue poked out to wet his lips, and he didn’t miss the way her eyes darkened at the sight.
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to ruin you.”
Y/N’s words lingered in the air, their breaths the only sound breaking the stillness. The tension between them was electric, each waiting for the other to break first. Finally, Spencer did, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”
The slight tremble in his voice and the doe-eyed look he sported were all it took for Y/N’s resolve to crumble completely.
With a low groan, her lips crashed onto his. Their mouths melded together, the small whine bubbling in Spencer’s throat encouraging her to kiss him even harder. His hands reached up to cradle her face, matching her intensity as their lips moved together.
It wasn’t what she’d expected at all.
Spencer didn’t kiss her like the shy, hesitant man from earlier. Instead, his kiss was fiery, almost desperate, as though he wanted to drown in her and never resurface. And she found herself wanting exactly the same.
Y/N’s hands wandered from his hair down his chest, letting her fingertips dip beneath the hem of his shirt as their tongues brushed together. Her nails gently dragged along the soft skin there, and she felt his erection twitch from where it was firmly pressed to her core. Spencer whimpered, breaking their kiss with a soft gasp as he looked up at her pleadingly.
“Please,” he panted, his hands reaching for her hips to pull her down into him. Y/N rolled her hips against his, moaning lowly at the friction. She repeated the action once before stopping her movements, climbing off of him despite his protests with one simple command.
"Take off your clothes, Spence."
He complied immediately, scrambling to stand and strip out of his clothes. His fingers fumbled as he worked at his tie, his focus stuck on her as she undressed before him. A frustrated groan left his lips as he finally yanked the tie off, his hands moving too slowly for his own liking.
Y/N arched a brow, chuckling at his irritated noise as she stepped out of her pants. She reached up to stop his hands, beginning to unbutton his shirt herself. "What's got you so worked up, hm? It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," she purred, sliding her hands under the fabric and slipping it off of him.
The shirt hit the ground with a muted thump, and her eyes roamed over his newly exposed skin hungrily. Spencer whined at her teasing, letting his hands roam up and down her sides as she worked on getting his pants off.
"I could see you like this an infinite amount of times, and it would still take my breath away every time," he murmured, his hands gently squeezing her hips.
A faint pink spread across her cheeks at his words, and she lifted her face to place a soft kiss on his lips, a silent thank you. No one had ever made her feel as treasured as Spencer did. He gazed at her with a devotion that felt almost reverent, as though she were someone to be worshipped—and he longed to be the one to worship her.
Which was highly ironic, considering she was the one sinking to her knees the second his pants pooled around his ankles.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Spencer's voice raised pitch as she steadied herself with her hands on his thighs, looking down at her with wide eyes, pushing his glasses back up his nose as they threatened to slip down from the angle.
"What does it look like I'm doing, sweetheart?" Y/N murmured, leaning forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to his hip. "I want your pretty cock down my throat. You okay with that?"
The sound Spencer made was almost pained, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to figure out what to do with his hands. His mouth parted, a stutter escaping him before he finally gave in, nodding instead. His cock twitched in his boxers, aching to feel her touch.
"Words, baby. Use your words."
Y/N's lips skimmed across his navel, peppering kisses along the smattering of hair there as she waited for his response.
"God—yes! I'm okay with that," Spencer whined, his hips bucking forward instinctively from her touch. "Please... please touch me—"
Y/N couldn't deny such sweet begging. It would be downright cruel if she did.
Her fingers found the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly. She kept her eyes locked on his, carefully assessing his every reaction to ensure there was no trace of doubt before proceeding. When she saw none, she swiftly yanked them down the rest of the way, letting them pool around his ankles with his pants.
Spencer gasped as the chill of her bedroom air met his warm skin, goosebumps spreading across his arms as he fought the urge to shy away from her gaze. He never thought that highly of himself in the physical aspect— all lean muscles, lanky limbs, and pale skin spattered with freckles and a few random scars. But his insecurities faded the moment he heard her breath catch, her eyes filled with admiration as they lingered on him.
"You're so beautiful, Spencer," Y/N breathed, bringing a hand up to grip him gently. "So, so beautiful."
Her mouth was on him before he could respond.
A keening sound filled the room as he watched in pure awe as she dragged her tongue up and down the length of him slowly before her lips wrapped around the flushed head of his cock, a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine as his hands flexed by his side. She sucked gently, swirling her tongue around the tip before pulling off of him to speak.
"Don't be afraid to hold onto me, sweetheart. Go ahead."
Spencer's hands immediately came up to cradle the back of her head, finding purchase as she returned to what she was doing. The sight of her on her knees and taking the length of him into her mouth had his knees almost buckling. It was something he'd dreamed about for nights on end, but now that it was actually happening, he didn't know what to do with himself.
"F-fuck—" He whimpered, his eyes squeezing shut to prevent himself from cumming right then and there.
All he'd ever experienced before was his own hand (and occasionally some desperate humping against his mattress), so the feeling of her mouth around him was otherworldly. Just when he thought it was safe to open his eyes again, Y/N smirked around her mouthful and pushed her head down to take him in completely.
"Oh—!" Spencer cried out as he hit the back of her throat, jolting and stumbling backward and falling out of her mouth with a slick 'pop'. His chest heaved as he reached down to grip himself tightly, staving off his orgasm. He didn't want to cum yet. Not this quickly.
"I-I'm sorry, it just felt too... too good—"
Y/N gently stroked his trembling thighs, pressing a kiss beneath his belly button before rising to her feet. She shushed his stammered apologies with a kiss on his forehead, caressing his face as he caught his breath. His face was flushed, both from embarrassment and arousal, and the sight was more endearing than it should have been.
"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before turning to crawl onto her bed. “Get up here, baby,” she crooned as she laid back against her pillows, patting the spot beside her.
Spencer almost tripped over his pants in his haste to follow after her, kicking the fabric away before he kneeled onto the mattress, smiling meekly at Y/N as she watched in amusement. "I w-want—" Spencer paused as he watched her lean forward so she could unclasp her bra, completely enraptured. "I want to taste you. Please?"
Desire coursed through her at his words, searing through her veins as she met his gaze. She loved how pretty the word please sounded falling from his kiss-swollen lips. She slipped free from her bra, tossing it to the ground before answering his pleading.
"Go ahead, baby. Take whatever you want—I want you to have it all."
Spencer swallowed hard at that, a small grin playing on his lips as he moved forward to settle between her spread legs. He kneeled between them, taking off his glasses and setting them on her nightstand before lowering himself to hover over her. He bumped his nose against hers, his grin widening as he moved to tentatively kiss along the side of her neck.
Y/N moaned at the feeling, tangling her fingers into his tousled strands. He continued, trailing his kisses down the slope of her shoulder before pausing to suck a small mark into her skin, relishing in the soft noises falling from her lips. Once he was satisfied with his mark, he brought his lips down to mouth along her breast, laving his tongue over the taut bud of her nipple.
"Spence—" she whimpered as he closed his lips around the hardened peak, suckling with a low groan that rumbled against her skin. She tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "Feels so good, sweetheart."
Spencer hummed, pulling off her breast after a moment and switching to the other to give it the same treatment. Y/N whined, arching into his touch as he began to move down her body. What he may have lacked in physical experience, he more than compensated for with knowledge.
Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a prude. He'd read plenty of erotic novels, as well as countless books all centered around the female anatomy and how to inflict the most pleasure so that he could at least pretend to feel prepared for his first time. It seemed to be paying off, though, if the noises she made were any indication of how he was doing.
Spencer's hands came up to rest on her hips as he settled on his stomach between her thighs, hissing softly when his erection pressed into the mattress. His eyes met hers, and the clouded look in her eyes was all the encouragement he needed.
"God, you're soaked," he whispered in astonishment as his finger traced the damp spot in the front of her panties, causing a breathy chuckle to slip from her lips.
"How could I not be?"
Spencer blushed, leaning down to kiss her inner thigh before pulling the fabric down her legs. His breath hitched at the sight of her glistening pussy, fully on display for him without the barrier of their windows in his way. Any coherent thought that was swirling around in his head vanished, replaced with an urgent need to taste her. He moved without thinking as he latched his mouth onto her eagerly, groaning against her slick skin as he began to lap at her hungrily.
"Fuck! Spencer—" Y/N cried out, her grip on his hair tightening at the unexpected pleasure. Her head tipped back against her pillows as her hips writhed under his ministrations, rolling against his mouth as he devoured her.
There was little to no technique— just pure, unbridled enthusiasm. But it felt so good that she didn't care. He alternated between sucking at her clit and thrusting his tongue into her, needy moans slipping from his lips the entire time he did.
"Fingers, baby—" she gasped, biting her lower lip harshly to stifle a loud moan. "Use your fingers, too."
Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He pulled away from her, licking the taste of her from his lips as he brought two fingers up to her entrance. He focused his gaze on her face as he pushed them inside of her, his mouth hanging open and soft breaths panting against her skin as he began to thrust them.
"Like this?"
His tone wasn't cocky or arrogant. It was curious, like he was genuinely invested in finding out what felt the best for her. She nodded, a choked moan slipping from her lips as he grazed against that rough patch of nerves inside of her that had her hips thrashing.
Spencer watched in fascination for a moment before bringing his head back down, his eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace her clit with his tongue. His hips rocked instinctively against the bed, grinding against it in a desperate attempt to find some relief for his aching cock as he brought her closer and closer to her climax.
"Spence—" Y/N whimpered, her hands falling from his hair to grip the sheets as she clenched around his fingers. "I-I'm cumming—"
Spencer groaned against her, doubling his efforts so he could watch her fall apart on his fingers. With a soft cry, Y/N came hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she trembled underneath him. He continued his movements, pumping his fingers into her gently until she was whining and wriggling away from his touch.
Spencer watched her in awe, kneading her thighs and hips to help her come down from her high.
"C'mere," she panted after a few minutes, finally opening her eyes to look up at him as he moved to hover above her.
A proud grin made its way to Spencer's face as he obeyed, resting on his forearms as he looked down at her. The hazy look in her eyes made his heart race, knowing that he was the cause of it doing more for his ego than he cared to admit. She returned his grin, leaning up to kiss him softly and tasting herself on his tongue.
"You did so good, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me," she mumbled against his lips.
She broke the kiss to press on his shoulders, rolling them over so she straddled him once more. A lazy smirk adorned her lips as he looked up at her, his pupils so dilated that the soft brown of his eyes was indiscernible. She began to rock her hips against his aching cock, a sigh slipping from her lips as her folds dragged over him.
Spencer moaned lowly at the friction, bringing his hands up to palm at her ass as she continued her movements. His fingers dug into her flesh as she spoke, but he didn't hear a single word she said as he kept his gaze locked on where her pussy was gliding along his length.
"Hey," Y/N cooed, patting his cheek gently to guide his eyes back to hers. "Eyes on me, sweetheart."
Spencer whined, his hips bucking underneath hers in an attempt to bring back the delicious friction that had been taken away when she lifted her hips. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't listening," Spencer mumbled sheepishly, his face flushed as he held her gaze.
Y/N chuckled, tutting in mock disappointment as she gripped his chin. "I know you weren't," she muttered with an arched brow before continuing. "I was asking if you wanted to use a condom or not. I'm clean and—"
"No condom!"
Y/N jumped, startled. The urgency in his voice sent a wave of warmth through her as she eyed him in amusement, enjoying the bashful look that immediately appeared on his face after his exclamation. Spencer cleared his throat, attempting to regain some of his dignity.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to borderline shout that," Spencer said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "I just— I want to feel you, please. Without a condom in the way, preferably."
The grin that spread across her face could only be described as salacious as she nodded, cradling his face before leaning in for a tender kiss.
"No condom it is, then."
Y/N shifted up onto her knees, reaching between them to align him with her entrance before pausing when he spoke up.
"I— um... C-can I be on top of you instead?" he whispered, looking up at her with nervous eyes.
Her gaze softened at the sight, and she nodded immediately. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want, remember?" She murmured with a fond smile, rolling off of him to lay back against the pillows.
Spencer thanked her quietly, moving to hover above her once more. His body trembled as he propped up on one arm, reaching down to line himself up with her once more. She cradled his face, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone reassuringly. He took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing forward, sinking into her.
The feeling of her tight walls wrapping around him had him keening while she moaned just as loudly in return, dropping his head into the crook of her neck as he sucked in desperate, shaky breaths. He'd never experienced pleasure so overwhelming before. He was honestly convinced he'd died right there in her arms, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin just to prove to himself that he was, in fact, still alive.
"God— feels so good," he began to babble, moaning softly as he pulled his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. "So tight... so wet— fuck!"
Y/N dug her nails into his shoulders, whimpering as he thrusted into her again, this time a little harder. "That's it, Spence," she panted, encouraging him to begin really moving. "You feel so good, baby. So fucking deep."
Spencer's hips jerked at that, his head dropping back into the crook of her neck as he began to drive into her in short, jagged thrusts. Moans slipped freely from his lips, mingling with hers as their bodies moved in tandem.
It didn't take long before the familiar tightening in his stomach came back, but he was too lost in the pleasure to stop. The feeling of Y/N around him was addictive. He seeked solace in her walls, rutting into her like a man possessed now as he sang her his praises against her skin. His hips stuttered as he lifted his head up, crashing his lips onto hers in a messy kiss as his hips pounded against hers even harder.
"Gonna— cum, fuck, I'm cumming—"
Spencer cried out against her lips, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could before filling her with rope after rope of his release. A pitiful noise fell from his lips as he broke the kiss, his eyes wide as he gawked down at her. His hips stopped moving, but before he could speak, Y/N was looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down.
“Did I say you could stop fucking me, Spencer?” Y/N’s voice was taunting in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him in place.
Spencer’s brows pinched together as confusion washed over him, and his arms trembled as he struggled to remain hovering above her. His cock twitched inside of her as she canted her hips up, causing him to hiss softly from the overstimulation. His lower lip wobbled as he stared at her with a half-dazed, half-pleading look.
"W-what?"
“You greedy boy,” Y/N purred as she rolled her hips again. She smirked at the whimper he let out before tilting her head to skim her lips across his. “Don’t you want to feel me cum on your cock? Hm?”
Spencer shuddered at her words, chasing helplessly after her lips. He whined petulantly when she tilted her head, keeping him from succeeding in getting his kiss.
“I do,” Spencer whimpered, nodding fervently. “I wanna feel it so bad,” he groaned, his words beginning to slur from the pleasure coursing through him from head to toe.
“Then keep fucking me, sweetheart.”
A determined look crossed over his face, his brows knitting together as he shifted up onto his knees and pulled her hips up before thrusting forward. The change in angles had her crying out as he brushed against her sweet spot, and he grunted as he began to rock into her slowly, pushing past the sweet sting of overstimulation. He tightened his grip on her hip with one hand while his other moved to where they were connected, rubbing small, sloppy circles against her clit as he began moving with a purpose.
“Mm—“ Y/N groaned out, her eyes threatening to close as she struggled to keep them focused on his face. “Just like that, Spence. Ah—!“
The sound of his hips snapping against hers paired with the slick, crude sound of him fucking his cum back into her had his head lolling back, a guttural moan rumbling in his throat.
His hips were relentless, chasing her pleasure more so than his own now. It was messy and borderline feral—their mixed arousal coated his pelvis and her thighs and one of the corners of the sheets had come up from Y/N yanking at them. But neither of them could find it in themselves to care.
“Cum for me, Y/N,” Spencer begged, shifting her legs up onto his shoulders and clinging to her thighs as he drove into her. “Please—wanna feel you cum on my cock… I need it—“
The sound of his pleading hurled her over the edge. Y/N’s nails nearly tore through the sheets as her eyes squeezed shut, cry after cry of his name falling from her open mouth as she came around him. Her body trembled from the force of her orgasm, her walls clenching so tightly around him that it triggered his second climax unexpectedly.
“Oh my God— oh— fuck!” Spencer wailed, devolving into a series of whimpers as he spilled everything he had into her.
After a moment of ragged breathing, he turned to press a kiss to her ankle before easing her limp legs off of his shoulders and to the bed. Y/N stroked his hair with shaky hands as he crumpled over on top of her, their bodies warm and damp with sweat. Their chests were heaving as they struggled to catch their breath, with Y/N whispering into his hair how good he did and how perfect he’d made her feel.
They stayed curled up for a while, but eventually, the stickiness became too much to ignore. They both stumbled into her bathroom—both for a quick shower and for Y/N to pee to avoid a UTI. After changing the sheets, they returned to her bed, and Y/N turned away to switch off the lamp, leaving them wrapped in the peaceful darkness.
“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” Spencer asked, a shy grin on his face as she turned back to him, snuggling into his embrace as he pulled her closer.
Y/N huffed out a soft, sleepy laugh, nodding against him. “If you want me to be, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion as her eyelids fluttered shut.
“Of course I want you to,” Spencer replied, his words followed by a small yawn as sleep started to take hold of him too.
“Looks like it’s official then. I’m your girlfriend, you’re my boyfriend. Now, get some rest, my sweet boy.”
It wasn’t until the following evening, after a full day spent with Y/N on their first official date—a trip to the museum and lunch at his favorite restaurant—that he noticed something tucked into his pocket. A giddy grin spread across Spencer’s face as he unfolded the lacy pink panties, a small note tucked inside that read: For you to take on your next case. ;) xoxo - Y/N.
Spencer glanced down at the fabric in his hands, a soft chuckle escaping him as he silently thanked whatever force had made her the one to fill the vacant apartment across from his.
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m-ayo-o · 2 days ago
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call me !
ft. 21+ bf Toge Inumaki
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Thinking of 21+ Toge Inumaki who calls you up at work just to make you...
"come"
Not here, no no no no--
Your body struggles to resist his power, but after a few seconds you're squirming in your office chair.
Bringing your hand to cover your flushed face, you start telling him that it's not funny and that his lunch break check ups were really sweet..
Until this started.
It's not as if you two can talk much anyway, it's just nice to hear him on the other side of the phone; even his breath, or his laugh.
But when he gets into this mischievous mood you know he won't stop.
"Toge, I'm hanging up I have to--"
"stay on the phone"
"Ah- Toge--!!!" You scream, alerting your co-workers who start looking over their desks.
"Toge.." you shout whisper, cupping the phone to your face, "you can't keep me on the phone all day- I have to work!!"
You hear him giggling from the other side, making you wonder what the hell he's planning next.
"go to the bathroom"
For fuck's sake.
You groan and your body gets up by itself, taking you to a private bathroom stall where your arm rises and opens the door.
Having your body move like this was very unusual the first few times, but you're getting used to the feeling of being completely controlled, and realistically you do trust him.
"lock the door"
You can't help but think he's wasting his power, messing with you like this.
"touch yourself"
"Toge..."
Your face heats up immediately as your free hand starts roaming around your body, undoing your blouse, feeling under your bra.
It's like he's actually here, touching you himself.
"touch your clit"
"ah.. Toge.."
He wants you to feel it.
Making you come on command is fun and all, but it's over so quickly and he really loves to build you up.
He wishes he could tell you so many things.
But right now he would love to tell you what a good girl you are and that he's imagining how pretty you look.
And with your skirt pushed up and your blouse undone, looking all hot and bothered.. he isn't wrong.
"take a picture of yourself"
"Oh~ Toge.. really?" You're moaning and complaining about the matter but you've already opened the camera on your phone.
Your finger presses the screen and a series of cute, filthy pictures are taken. Between your hand down your panties, rubbing yourself, and your boobs spilling out of your top, you do make a very pretty picture.
He doesn't have to tell you the next part.
You send them to him immediately and hear him moan from the other side.
"Ohh.." fuck, he wishes he could thank you for those.
But instead he just pushes his hands down his shorts and starts stroking himself.
You can hear him starting to breathe heavier and you know exactly what he's doing.
"Toge.. I.. have to.. get back t--"
"Uuhh.." another moan comes through the phone and you know you're staying on the line till you're both done.
You know what he wants.
"Toge.. will you help me come?"
You can hear his breathy panting from the other side but not a word in a reply.
But he's focusing on your voice, the way you're whimpering his name, the shortness of your breath. The precum is just dripping out of him at the sight of your pictures and he needs to hear you a little more.
"Toge.. I wanna come.. now.." your finger is circling around your wet clit, just like you would do if you were alone. But you haven't been alone in so long, having such an attentive partner as Toge. He would never let you do this by yourself normally. And now you're here, locked in the bathroom at work, fingering yourself weakly, you're having trouble.
"Toge.. I need.. help.."
You admit, you sound pathetic.
But it's getting him harder.
"Ugh.." you hear him grunt and he's biting his lip on the other side, gripping his phone to his ear so he can hear your every breath.
He needs more, though.
"beg"
Your thighs start trembling now, your head rushes with the feeling of his power, once again, and your mouth opens automatically-
"Please.. please let me, let me come, Toge?" you plead down the phone, afraid that any second the bathroom door could open and one of your hapless colleagues could walk into you whimpering to yourself.
"Toge.. I'm begging, please, please tell me to come..."
The embarrassment overwhelms you with the words spilling out of your mouth, but he has got exactly what he wanted.
Oh, how he wishes he could stroke your hair and give you a kiss for begging him so nicely.
But instead he will reward you with pleasure.
"come"
"I-- ahh-- Toge.. th- thank you.."
Your relieved and happy moans take him over the edge, as he gets his own release, sighing down the phone as he finishes with a grin on his face.
A few seconds pass as you both catch your breath and regain your senses.
"Toge, you're a menace," you roll your eyes, buttoning up your shirt and pulling your skirt back into place.
You laugh together over the phone and you hang up, getting a text shortly after-
see you later for round two ^^
toge
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Plot points I hope to see in season 8b/9
(this is long because the writers have a lot to make up for)
• Airport scene
• Eddie gives Buck his St. Christopher necklace
• Buck's coping mechanism of briefly turning into slutty Buck 1.0 after Eddie leaves. Only this time it's with guys that resemble Eddie but he doesn't notice. Maddie does. And she wishes desperately that she wasn't pregnant so she could drink
• Buck actually uses the word bisexual or bi to describe himself
• Finally getting to see Eddie's sisters. And maybe while he's in Texas he facetimes Buck and they come into frame. And in true little sister fashion, they embarrass him: "Oh, Edmundo! Is this the Buck we keep hearing about? He IS cute!"
"I never said that!"
Buck: "...you don't think I'm cute? 🥺"
• Maddie, Sofia, and Adrianna meeting and bonding over their dumbass brothers
• Everyone else finds out that Buck is in Eddie's will and they all just stand there, mouths agape cuz how THE FUCK do they not know they're in love?? Everyone else can see it!
• Buck tells literally everyone at the 118 about his feelings for Eddie because he needs advice. And Chim makes a joke like,
"He already has everyone crushing on him! Why can't someone have a crush on me for once??"
"...dude, you're my brother-in-law."
"So?? We don't have to tell Maddie!"
• Buck admits his feelings but Eddie ends up not leaving so Buck avoids him out of embarrassment like jk pranked ya!
• Buck NDE because I NEED to see Eddie lose his shit
• Or they both have a close call and later have a serious 'spousal' discussion about what would happen to Chris if they both died. And then they share a moment of comradery, trash talking Helena & Ramon and hoping they never get custody again
• Speaking of Shitty Parents 2.0 (Shitty Parents 1.0 being the Buckley's) we need more screen time hating on Helena. Ramon got multiple scenes showing how awful he is and Eddie calling him out on it. But Helena is a selfish woman that keeps trying to manipulate Eddie into giving her Chris. And even when Eddie tries to keep in contact with his son while he's in Texas she just brushes him off and doesn't try to get Chris to talk to him. All because she got her way so she doesn't care, pushing Eddie further into his pit of self-hatred. And for that she must be punished
• Eddie talking to Bobby about his Catholic guilt in relation to his sexuality. And then going to Michael for advice about the transition of believing he's straight and having a heterosexual marriage and family to where he is now. The 3 of them need to go on a fishing trip or something. They'd have it all sorted out within the weekend
• Eddie and Maddie having ANY kind of interaction on screen. The writers know that if they teamed up they'd be besties instantly and they're keeping that from us!
• Chris needing dating advice but as soon as his dad tries to help he cuts him off like: "Not from you, you're obviously gay and all of your straight relationships sunk like the Titanic. But thanks anyway. Hey Buck!"
"Wtf? His relationships weren't great either!"
• Eddie having more discussions with Hot Priest™️ about his guilt and he just smiles fondly at Eddie, "I don't know about you, but my god doesn't judge. Not when someone lives their truth. I think you're more afraid of your family's judgement. If I were you, I'd go back and think of every time I thought God was judging me and consider the possibility that I was putting Him in place of my parental figures." and Eddie just blue screens for many minutes as Hot Priest™️ patiently waits for him to catch up as if he hadn't just changed his entire fucking life
• A scene where either Hot Priest™️ or Bobby or Buck asks him: "Would you judge Christopher if he questioned his sexuality?" "What? No." "Would you tell him to go to confessional or try to pray it away?" "Of course not!" "Would you ever discourage him to be anything less than who he truly is? Or stop him from doing something that makes him happy?" "No!" "Then why do it to yourself? Why set that example? Even if it turns out your parents or Abuela aren't comfortable with you exploring your sexuality, you can always do better than them. Break the cycle for the one person who matters most to you. Be happy, be yourself, be what you want to be, not what others expect from you. And I know you, you won't do it for you. So do it for Christopher. Show him that it's okay, great even, to be you."
• Josh getting all giddy while talking to Eddie like he did when Buck asked for gay dating advice
• Eddie talking to Hen and Karen about how they coped with their foster kids leaving. Like, how do wake up every morning to a quieter house and empty bedrooms, knowing the breakfast table is going to be lonely? They exchange bittersweet looks and hug him
I will accept no less than 80% of this becoming canon. Thank you and good night.
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cherryblossms · 3 days ago
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garam knew he had to be really careful about what he said or did next, especially with how angel was reacting to his reaction. he didn't think his withdraw would have been that noticeable, or taken negatively even if it did make garam feel some kind of way. he was just so used to axel not questioning these kinds of things, he didn't seem to care if garam felt hurt or offended by what he said or did. "well, if you're going to beg me... i would like it if you went with me," he begun, only pausing so he could sit up as angel had. instead of crossing his legs, he sat up onto his knees but only lasted in that position for a second or two before his body sunk a bit and his feet moved from underneath him to rest on either sides of his body; his legs, once again, forming the shape of a w. "going shopping together— i worry about you feeling embarrassed if people saw us acting any kind of way in public a-and i worry about you feeling smothered by me... if we're around each other a whole lot. i don't want to annoy you." that was something he had to worry about with axel. if they weren't at a bar or a club, they couldn't show any signs they were in a relationship. at first, garam thought axel just didn't like public displays of affection but then he learned that axel's parents weren't accepting of their relationship so he didn't want to flaunt it in public and have word get back to them. garam tried to be understanding and respectful but it still hurt him having to hide their relationship when they weren't alone or with their circle of friends. garam started to smile which made him immediately look down as if he were trying to hide his expression. "i'm also a bit embarrassed." he admitted, his voice just above a whisper as he lifted his gaze momentarily to add in, "you just had your fingers inside of me, i came in your mouth." his words were spoken slow and precise at first but, the more nervous he became, the faster he spoke to the point where he began to ramble off everything that was on his mind, "it was really nice and i don't want you to come to regret doing that with me. my stomach is all knotted up at the chance that you might change your mind and decide it's too much for you, that i'm too much for you. and i can't stop thinking about what you said, making me come as many times to match the days you can't touch me. seven times is a lot, i can't imagine if it takes longer than that for bruises to go away. they always take forever to go away for me, these have been here for like two weeks," he noted, looking down to the bruises on his lower stomach and hips, "and i've never— nobody's ever tried to make me come that many times before, you'll turn me into an absolute mess once we're finished. a-and that scares me but also excites me so much but i don't want to push you too quickly. and i know i shouldn't even be thinking about this kind of thing because you've only just told me you have feelings for me. but that monster is just sitting there," his hand flung out, gesturing to angel's lap, "out in the open and i can't help wanting more but i don't want you to think i'm some sex fiend or that i'm easy even though i was so quick to jump into bed with you after ending things with axel. but i can't being so curious, i can't help that i've thought about this before ad about y ou... what it would be like if it were you on top of me instead, having your way with me, speaking absolute filth to me." he only stopped because he ran out of breath, both hands colliding with his face to hide himself as he gasped for air. "and i'd really like it if you went out with me and helped me pick out warmer socks." he spoke into his palms, quickly trying to change the subject from where he, himself, had lead it. garam dropped his hands down to his thighs now. "nobody likes when my feet touch them. i know they're really cold, i think it's a low iron thing. i also don't want you walking behind me, i never liked having to do that... i don't want you to think that's what you have to do for me."
Something seemed off. As Garam mumbled a sorry Angel knew he fucked up some how. His grin as he teased the other man faded all the touches seem to stop. He just wanted to know what was going on in Garam’s mind. But then his friend smiled. Which confused Angel. His body language was saying one thing and his body was saying another. His face neutral his as tried to read Garam’s face but then his stomach rumbled and he groaned. Of course his stomach would rumble just then. The next thing he knew Garam had pulled away and was now telling him he wasn’t hungry. Angel’s neutral expression shifting into a confused frown. What the hell was happening? However he was quiet allowing the man to speak. He wanted to allow Garam to explain before getting upset. But as his best friend’s rant seemed to trail off Angel was now sat up fully with crossed legs. So many emotions swirled inside him. He didn’t know what to say first or how to get them out. This gave him the same gut wrenching feeling from the other day. When Garam insisted on going to his apartment alone so he could hang out with Darius. “Please have breakfast with me.” Angel said softly. “I would like to go with you on your errands. I’ll even help you pick out warmer socks. Laying in bed all day was me just wanting to be around you. I don’t even need to walk with you. I can walk two steps behind you. There is no need for you to be alone.“ Angel stared at Garam with soft eyes. Spending that time together felt great in the moment. But now he felt rather used. Now Garam had all these errands he wanted to run? He felt sick to his stomach. Just like that he was running off. “If you go alone I’m going to worry.” Angel was starting to feel desperate. Angel really liked Garam and to him he was really trying to be honest about what he wanted. Now he began to over think everything. Had they moved too fast. Should he had help back, backed away? Why did things seem to always go wrong? “Garam, please?” He pleaded one last time.
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vigilante-3073 · 2 days ago
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Signs & Symptoms
Gregory House x Female Psychiatrist Reader
Summary: House notices some peculiar changes in his significant other that make him curious.
TW: Mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms, lab tests, marriage and abortion.
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Y/N was sitting across from House at his desk as they ate lunch. They didn't get together at work very often, they were both department heads and their workloads kept them rather busy. Y/N was one of the chief psychiatrists who oversaw patients in the inpatient and outpatient mental health units. She mainly worked on children and adolescent mental health, but she also had patients on the adult mental health unit as well.
House's meal sat in front of him, he had barely touched it and seemed to be a bit distracted. He stared ahead, his eyes trained on his girlfriend's chest as she picked away at her food.
Y/N looked up and noticed that he wasn't eating, "Do you not like your food?" She questioned, setting her container on the edge of his desk.
"Your breasts are massive," House stated.
She huffed a laugh, shaking her head, "My breasts are the the same as they've always been," Y/N replied.
"Are they tender?" He asked.
"Greg, we're not talking about this right now," She said.
"Your period was late this month," He said.
Y/N moved to take another bite of her food, she hesitated with her fork hovering above her bowl, "How did you know that?" Y/N questioned.
"Your lady products don't actually disappear when you shove them to the bottom of the garbage can in the bathroom. You do know that, right?" He asked.
She dropped her fork into the bowl, "Being late one time doesn't mean that I'm pregnant," Y/N said.
"Doesn't mean that you're not either," He stated.
A nauseated look suddenly crossed her face, she placed the lid on top of her salad. Y/N picked up the container and leaned over, dropping it into the trash can beside his desk.
House looked between her and the garbage can, a smirk slowly appearing on his face as she took a sip of her water.
"You just got nauseous," He said.
Y/N shook her head, "They just gave me the wrong dressing... I need you to listen to me, House, I'm not pregnant," She said.
"Fine, you're not pregnant, I'll leave it alone... Want me to walk you back to your office?" He questioned.
"Sure," Y/N replied.
He stood up from his chair and moved around the desk, Y/N grabbed her purse and stood up. House stared at her before he quickly reached out and pushed on her breast.
"Ow, you ass," Y/N snapped, swatting his chest before covering her chest, "What the hell was that for?" She asked.
"Your breasts are tender," House stated.
Y/N scoffed, "I'll see you at home," She snapped.
"Let me take some blood, just to check," House said.
"No, you're not poking or pressing anything else on me. Let it go," She stated.
House watched her walk out of his office, he looked over at his desk and smirked when he realized she had left her water bottle. He grabbed a glove from his desk drawer, putting it over the top of her bottle before carrying it off to the lab.
...
Y/N looked up from her laptop when House walked into her office. She shook her head with a huff and returned her attention to the screen.
House reached into his blazer, pulling out a folded piece of paper and holding it out to her.
She glanced up at him, "What is this?" Y/N questioned.
"Results of a saliva test," House stated.
"You tested my saliva? How did you even-," She started, "You left your water bottle in my office," House said.
Y/N took the paper from his hand, unfolding it and reading over the results. She gulped, mouth suddenly feeling dry as she realized what the results meant.
"Mazel tov," House began, "Looks like I'm gonna be a daddy," House said.
Y/N folded up the paper and set it down on her desk, "I told you not to test me," She stated.
"You knew I wasn't going to listen," House replied.
"Are you okay with this?" Y/N asked hesitantly.
"Is it mine?" He questioned.
"Of course it's yours," She answered.
"Then yeah, I'm okay with it... Are you?" He questioned.
"I don't know," Y/N mumbled, sitting back in her chair.
"What if we get married? Would that help you make a decision?" House asked.
"You seriously want to get married?" Y/N questioned.
"No, but I'm gonna be there for you either way," He said.
Y/N huffed, "I really thought that I would be more excited," She said.
"That comes with time, right now it's just a crazy idea," House replied, sitting down in the chair in front of her desk. He bounced his cane on the floor between his knees, watching her as she stared off into space.
Y/N picked up the phone, dialing a number and lifting the handset to her ear. She waited a moment for the person to pick up, "Hey, can you meet me in my office?" She asked.
Y/N listened to the person on the other end of the line before she nodded, "Okay, see you in a bit," She said. Y/N hung up the phone and the room settled into a tense silence.
House had an idea of who she called, it was the person they would always call when issues arose. His suspicions were confirmed when Wilson entered her office a few minutes later.
The Oncologist looked between his two friends nervously, "Is everything okay?" He questioned.
"I'm pregnant," Y/N said.
"I would say congratulations, but the tense silence makes me wonder if we're excited or not," Wilson said.
"We don't know, guessing that's why she called you," House stated.
Wilson shifted on his feet, "How far along are you?" He asked.
"Takes at least 3-4 weeks to show up the saliva," House stated.
"Why would you-?" Wilson started before quickly turning his attention to House, "What the hell is wrong with you? You tested her without her knowing?" He questioned.
"I had a hunch and I was right," House shrugged.
"I already tore him a new one," Y/N said.
Wilson looked over at her, "We should start with a blood or urine test and an ultrasound after that. Then at least you know how much time you have if you decide not to continue with the pregnancy," Wilson said.
"Thank you for your help, Doctor, we would've been at a loss otherwise," House said sarcastically, Wilson shot him a look.
"Greg, stop," Y/N said softly. He sat back on the couch, bouncing his cane on the ground silently.
"I just want your opinion on this... You know me and you know House, do you think that we can do this?" Y/N asked.
"I have no doubt that you can do this. The question is whether or not you want to," Wilson said.
"Thank you for coming down," Y/N said.
"Feel free to call me if you need to talk, okay?" Wilson questioned, Y/N nodded.
He left the office and the eerie silence settled over them until House eventually returned to his office.
...
Y/N laid in her bed as she read from her book, she was six months pregnant and everything had been going incredibly well. Y/N had repurposed her home office into a nursery, filling the room with furniture, baby clothes, blankets and toys.
House stayed at her apartment almost every day, he had been attentive and supportive throughout the pregnancy. House was present at every appointment, he tracked the baby's measurements, heart rate and development each week. House even insisted on measuring Y/N's belly and taking her blood pressure to ensure that she was healthy as well.
They had found out the gender and Y/N was excited to discover that they were having a girl. House was right about his earlier comment, although having a baby seemed crazy when she first found out, things were beginning to fall into place. Y/N was ready to be a parent and she hoped that House felt the same way.
House made his way into the bedroom, Y/N remained focused on her book as he got into bed next to her. She looked over at him when she felt something light being set on her bump.
Y/N lifted the book, her eyes widening when she saw the small velvet ring box with a simple diamond ring tucked inside.
"House," She said softly.
"Will you marry me?" House questioned.
"You don't have to marry me, House. We talked about this," Y/N mumbled, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
"I know, but I want to marry you," House said.
"Are you only doing this because of the baby?" Y/N asked, watching his expression closely.
"No," He stated.
Y/N looked back at the ring box, the glittering diamond made her heart speed up in her chest.
"Since you didn't give me an answer the first time I asked, I'm gonna take another run at it... Will you marry me?" He asked.
"Yes," Y/N answered easily, eyes glossing over with tears.
House picked up the ring box and plucked out the engagement ring, he held out his hand. Y/N set her left hand in his and smiled as he slid the ring onto her finger.
"It looks good on you," House stated, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.
Y/N wiped a happy tear away with her other hand as she nodded her head, "I love you," She said.
"I love you too," House replied.
Things were not always easy for House and Y/N but they were able to overcome their challenges and stay together. They knew that their baby would be born to parents who loved them, even though they weren't exactly planned.
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sweetderangedlady · 2 days ago
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A nice Suprise - Part 1
This is my first published smut! And my first post on this account!
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!WARNINGS! 18+ mdni.
Fem!reader
Very dark themes. Graphic smut. Use of Y/N . ~ Word count: 4318 ~
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Dubcon, Noncon, Somnophilia, Threesome, Safeword breach, Kidnapping, Victim blaming, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, Oral sex (male receiving), Anal play, Anal sex, Sadism, Dom/sub, Violence, Spanking, Rough sex, Betrayal, Double penetration, Daddy kink, Bondage, Humiliation, Squirting, Negative self talk
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Sight all black, numbness all over. No wait! Pain. Soreness in your limbs, ache in your head. Ache so acute that it feels like your skull is being drilled into.
You slowly open your eyes, careful not to worsen that terrible ache, and the first thing you see as you start to regain sight is a black tv screen. It looks like, from what you can tell, a neat hotel room display, lit up by a weak lamp that barely provides any sort of contrast from the familiar darkness of behind your eyelids. 
Still emerging from your slumber, you take a moment to visually take in the state you’re in. All of your clothes, except for your tiny black lace thong, has been removed.
Horizontally laying on a bed, a big and clean bed, black ropes are restraining your movements almost to complete immobility. Your arms are tightly bound by the wrists to the headboard and your ankles, to your tights. 
The ropes are all skillfully interconnected, wrapping everywhere on your body. They pass between and around your breasts squeezing and vulgarly highlighting them. It's an expert job that you are desperately hoping to justly recognize right now, as your start to panic.
‘DAZAI?!’
‘Yes I'm here baby. Careful not to move your eyes too much for now, I'm afraid I overdosed the meds a little. I just really had to make sure you would not awaken too soon. Didn’t want it to ruin the surprise.’
Of course that madman drugged you. You were used to your lover’s degenerate antics and wouldn’t necessarily put it past him to abduct you like this. It's the kind of game he enjoys playing, though he never went to such extreme lengths before. 
Most people would panic further at the prospect of their significant other doing something so freakish but you, however, couldn’t help but to feel comfort and even arousal at the sound of his sing-song like, yet commanding voice.
He comes to sit himself on his feet, kneeling on the bed besides where you lay, and, looking down at you, softly caress your cheek with the backside of his hand. 
‘Welcome back bella’ 
You smile back up at him.
Still in his usual ‘work’ attire that consists of black trousers and black vest on top of a white dress shirt, he’s got this wild and exited look in his eyes, naughtily grinning like a devil.
That’s the face you came to recognize anytime you were up to be sacrificed as a goat to his lustful, sadistic desires. 
He abruptly kiss your lips and immediately starts massaging both of your breast, pinching your right nipple and causing you to cry out a whimper of surprise…and pain. It hurts SO bad because of the pressure already put on them by the ropes and it’s then that you realize just how sensitive you really are, not only your chest but your entire body. He laughs and coos at your reaction in a mocking way, the trademark of his own unique torture brand.
‘Dazai what’s going on? OhH FuCK’ 
Before you even finish asking, two long fingers are pushed inside of your cunt, skillfully rubbing your walls. He promptly takes them out to tear your soaked panties out of the way, swiftly putting them in his pocket for latter, before filling your already very wet and sloppy hole again. 
Without hesitation he starts fucking you hard with his digits, keeping his eyes fixed on yours. While vigorously moving his fingers in a up-and-down motion, the brunette takes his free hand and position it on your lower belly, putting gentle pressure on it, his thumb coming down to massage your puffy clit.
‘Ive been playing with you a little while you were out.’
You feel yourself throb and clench down, an intense pool of heat forming deep inside your gut. Heat so intense you think your bladder is going to explode.
‘Wwaiit Dazii'
As you try to warn him, he looks back around his shoulder to some dark corner of the room.
‘Oh yeah she’s going to cum again!’ He says, cutting you off.
And you do exactly that. Your whole body is shaking as an insanely long and mind-bending orgasm hits you, the sounds of your arousal loudly echoing throughout the room.
‘Fuck yes. Good girl’
He massage you through your climax before retracting his hand, only to let it harshly come back down on your now extremely sensitive nub and folds. 
‘Oouww! What tHe fuckx!’
He spanks the area again, shutting you up and triggering another gush of clear liquid to squirt out of you and all over his hand, forearm and clothes.
You keep your eyes close for a moment, still trying to manage that headache that only seems to have gotten worse with the after effects of this intense orgasm. Your ears are ringing and the lack of oxygen is making your brain throb agonizingly.
Looking back up at your man, who is already sporting a prominent bulge, is when you first notice his presence. Lurking in the dark, behind your beloved, is Demon Fyodor standing. Wow great, so you really are in good hands…you think to yourself.
The raven man is menacingly looking down at your drenched, spent sex licking his lips. He’s elegantly dressed in parts of a suit that seems similar to the one Dazai normally wears and he, too, is missing the jacket, sleeves rolled up and bulge on his pants.
‘So..so he’s the surprise?’ You weakly ask, trying to catch your breath.
‘Hummm, yes. Sure. We can say that he’s your surprise. And you are his…’
Then, taking a moment to find the right word, hand caressing his chin in a dramatic display.
‘A present from me to him. For his assistance in the Mimic matter and helping save Odasaku’s life.’ Your boyfriend says looking back, smirking at the man behind him. 
‘Right?’
‘Yes precisely.’ Fyodor answers, wickedly smiling at you.
‘But of course, this whole ordeal is also going to be a delightful present for me too.…’ 
And then re-locating his gaze on you, he places his soiled fingers in his mouth to loudly suck on them while keeping eye contact, the same wild look in his eyes.
You stay silent for a minute, taking the time to adjust your mind to this uncanny situation. Dazai, seemingly peeking at your thoughts, is fast to provide reassurance and convince you to comply with his plan for the night.
‘Don't worry your pretty head about a thing Bella.’ Hand coming down to caress your tight.
‘Just trust me. You’re my most prized pet, my precious girl, I would never do anything to really hurt you in any significant or permanent way. You know that, right?’ 
‘Now let us take care of you sweetheart…’
‘God, don’t overdo it. Its not like there’s anything I can do about any of this anyway. You’ll have your way. Just please, don’t mind pretending that you’re doing it for me.’ You say, quick to retaliate.
‘Yes you’re right. None of this is for you or your pleasure.’ He openly admits with a straight face.
‘But Dazai if you breach or fail to respect the safe word we have in place, well both of you…’ setting your sight on Fyodor and then back to him.
‘I won’t forgive you and I’ll never talk to you again…….ever.’ You declare with a half heartedly felt sass, pouting.
Your lover snorts, tightening his grip on your leg.
’Yes very well y/n, but I suggest you drop the princess attitude and ultimatums or I'm afraid you won’t be enjoying your time with him as much, or at all in fact.’ He says calmly.
‘Fyodor is not one to be so fond of cheeky little brats like I am. He won’t be as lenient.’ 
And then, approaching his face to yours, lips almost touching, he whispers;
‘He will have much fun breaking that confidence down. But I assure you beautiful, it won’t be as fun for you though.’ Threateningly.
You nervously laugh in his mouth. Both of you are smiling for different reasons against each other. That kind of teasing is sure to make your inside throb with want again, if it wasn’t already. 
Dazai closes the gap and kiss your lips passionately. His tongue asking for entrance, that you grant, and waste no time to start swirling all around and exploring your mouth with dominance. 
You hear stiff, assertive footsteps approach until the shadowy figure, the second demon that managed to slithered his way into your life (and body soon enough), comes to seat itself at the end of the bed. 
A firm hand wraps around your left ankle, its thumb massaging easing little circles on your skin and procuring a sharp contrast with the strong, almost painful grip it has on you. Then he, demon #2, lowers himself until his mouth gets in touch with the sole of your feet, making his way up to your calf by leaving a trail of gentle kisses. 
After finally breaking the kiss, Dazai takes a switchblade out of his pocket. He starts cutting some of the ropes off to free your limbs, working efficiently with the kind of practice that can only come with many years of ominous experience. 
The only ropes remaining on your body after that wrap around your upper tights, shaping your butt, and pass between your legs (carefully set to leave your holes exposed of course…) to attach in patterns at the torso. From there they come to circle your boobs and finally wrap around your neck too.
‘THANK YOU!’ You're fast to say.
Dazai chuckles.
‘Aw but you shouldn’t be thanking me just yet…’
While attempting to stretch your arms and legs out, you ultimately understand why he said that. You feel horrible cramps in all of your joints, and, you also understand that you must’ve been left all tied up in that same position for quite some time. Unintentional whines of pain come out as you try to stretch. That gets the two men to exchange amused glances.
‘Such a lovely little plaything’ says Fyodor, who took the liberty of massaging your calves and knees, still sitting at the edge of the bed.
‘Yes she certainly is’ adds Dazai, who him, took the liberty of massaging his hard cock through his boxers, still kneeling besides you on the bed (his pants already unbuttoned somehow).
He takes his free hand to roughly cup your cheeks and kiss you again. Letting go sooner this time, he brings his hand down to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing. He uses his hold on your throat to push you back down to lay before coming to straddle your waist, immobilizing you once more.
Your boyfriend pushes the band of his boxers down a bit to let his erect cock spring free right in your face and bump your chin as it does, coating your skin with a fair amount of precum that is already leaking from the swollen slit. Languidly stroking himself, he trails the hand that was choking you up to cup your cheeks once more and forces your jaw open with his long fingers, his eyes darkening even more.
Then, he guides his red tip to tap your bottom lip before finally settling it on your tongue, letting the weight of his length press down on it. 
‘If you do good you’ll be rewarded. Make it reeeal good yeah?’ he tells you.
The brunette takes a moment to let his salty precum drip down your throat before commanding you to suck. 
You hungrily do so, wanting nothing more than to please him. Wrapping your lips around the tip and making sure to hollow your cheeks, you start to suckle on it while thoroughly swallowing him and the creamy substance further down. He still has a tight grip on your jaw, making sure that you can’t close your mouth too much or spit his cock out. 
In that moment, it was easy not to notice the other man that came to lay on his side beside you, facing the scene on the bed. 
Your hands are unconsciously clinging to Dazai’s tights as if trying to hold him back or prevent him from shoving himself deeper. That eventually proves unsuccessful when Fyodor takes a handful of your hair, harshly pulling on it in order to throw your head forward and keep it still. Your lover’s fingers also come to lace in your hair, intertwining with the other man’s, palm holding the side of your face and forehead. 
Then, he starts brutally thrusting in your mouth, bringing you closer by his hold in time for each push, in a to-and-fro type of motion, properly fucking your face as much as the awkward angle allows it. Your grip on his tights tighten and you involuntarily dig your nails deeper in his flesh through the fabric of his trousers every time his thick cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag around it.
Seeing you struggle and choke on him, smudged mascara stains smeared under your eyes from the tears, only arouses Dazai some more and his moaning gets shamelessly loud. A few more thrusts of the hips and he’s coming down your throat. 
Both men pulls you further down on him (or more like up) until your nose is almost brushing his pelvis while he grinds against your face, holding you still and making sure that all of the brunette’s seed reaches your stomach.
‘humm so GOOD.’ he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head, before pulling back. The hands leave your head to fall back down on the bed with a thud.
Immediately as Dazai move away from his place straddling you, a big hand comes back to wrap around your neck, keeping you pinned where you are. Fyodor places a quick peck kiss on your forehead and, knife in hand, ask the other man;
‘Would you mind me removing the ropes? I know you spent great time and effort on it, but it’s in the way of what I have planned.’
‘Of course not, I already came. Do as you please.’ is how your boyfriend answers him.
You can’t help but feel troubled by the way the two men talk about you as if  you're not even there. Not really addressing you like a dignified human being. But, it also makes all of this that much hotter. 
You’re no stranger to degradation and kinks, being Dazai’s girl of all people, but it still sends shivers down your back. Now that the drug is wearing off, you can’t help but feel as if you should be finding a way out of this room before it's too late. 
The feeling gets pushed away soon enough though. The cold edge of a knife, the knife, on your skin snapping you out of your mind and back into the menacing situation you find yourself into. Fyodor frees you of all the ropes, leaving your body even more bare than it was, before casually sitting himself against the headboard of the bed, parallel to you. 
Being free of all constraints for the first time since you’ve awaken, you bring yourself up to sit. The time it takes you to turn to face the raven man is all it takes Dazai to secure a collar on your neck from behind. It's the kind for dogs, girthy and that easily closes with a clip. 
‘Don’t waste time trying to detach it. This one automatically locks and can only be removed with the aid of a special key that I have in my possession. Pretty neat isn’t it?’  He says evidently thrilled by that fact.
‘w-why am I wearing this?’
‘Because it just looks so cute on you.’ he answers while fixing a very long chain leash on the metal hook hanging from it.
‘This is how I ought to keep you, in your rightful place of obedient little pet whore… What do you think, um? Are you gonna keep being a good girl for us?’
You stay silent, unable to talk back from shock. So many questions coursing through your head. Is this still just part of play? You absently look at Fyodor for answers but he’s as silent as ever too. Only his grin is signaling that he’s on board with Dazai’s depravity. 
Clinging to your out, the agreed safe word, is only but scarcely easing your worries anymore.
‘Or are we going to have to force you into submission. In which case I, we, would probably enjoy it just as much.’  you hear being whispered in ear. 
‘I’ll be good Dazai’ is all you say, being careful to leave nothing in your answer that could get turned against you. 
You’re not completely clueless as to how this game is played. And anyway, you’re not looking to get yourself in more trouble than you already are. Considering your physical disadvantage, partaking in their mind games is your best option for now. 
‘Baby. That is not how should address me right now is it….’ He rhetorically asks, bringing you closer to his face with a harsh tug of the leash.
‘Say, you do understand what I am asking from you, right?’ Adding at your silence.
‘Yes’ you start shyly, knowing exactly what it is he wants.
‘Daddy.’
It has been, this title, something both of you have enjoyed in the past, but you just felt so much disgrace at saying it out loud right now.
‘Um I didn't quite catch that Bella. Say it again, louder please.’ 
That seems to be funny to the other man, making him giggle, the sound of it stabbing your heart with shame. Never have you felt greater humiliation before.
‘Yes Daddy’ you repeat, louder this time, and Dazai’s face turns absolutely filthy with degeneracy. You’ve never seen him like this in your modest four months of dating and it scares you. You are now properly terrified.
Expecting the worst, you look up at him with doe eyes, genuine fear staring back at him, but nothing comes. 
Still holding the long leash, he goes to sit himself on the single place sofa that is facing your side of the bed, casually crossing his legs. Dazai is quiet now, his usual baseline bored/unreadable non-expression back on his face.
Before you have time to think about anything, you are being bent over Fyodor’s lap, face down in the sheets and ass up in a way that both men can see everything. The demon moves one of your knee, the right one, between his own for a better view, opening your legs up wide. 
You feel the foreign man’s long fingers rub at your folds before he uses two to spread them open in a v shape.
A taunting ‘wow’ can be heard from across the room at the lewd sight.
Still so sensitive from the earlier play, your hole is visibly clenching around nothing, pushing little droplets of arousal out to drizzle down onto the bed in the process. 
‘What a needy little cunt you have there darling… Still all red and swollen with need.’ Fyodor says while passing his left arm over your back, effectively pinning your upper body down. 
He uses that free hand to caress one of your cheek and pull your ass open, further spreading your most private areas for all to see.
‘Your hole is drooling everywhere, it's all over your thighs.’ He adds before plunging the two fingers that were keeping your lower lips spread, inside. 
You moan at the feeling of being filled.
‘I know, I know. You wish I would just fuck this pussy already. But I have something even better in mind.’
One of the same, now wet, finger trails up to lightly prod at your asshole. He rubs the area for a while before penetrating with the tip of his finger. 
Your muscles instantly clench on reflex at the unfamiliar feeling, earning you a harsh slap on the rear before that same hand comes to spread your butt cheeks back open.
‘Relax your muscles. Let me in.’ 
Then, he starts really pushing. 
Your muffled cries and pleas are being ignored by both man until all of his digit is fitted inside. 
After a couple of soft thrusts, he completely withdraws and spit on the clenching hole. You can feel him coat now two fingers in the arousal that is leaking out of your cunt before bringing them back up to push the spit inside of your anus, swiftly forcing both fingers inside at once. 
It hurts and you scream in pain. But, it also somewhat feels good in a weird kind of way, making your clit twitch with want.
‘That’s it just take it. Take it like the good little slut that I know you are.’ 
His fingers scissor you open, rubbing at your insides for what feels like many minutes. Then, he’s already throwing you off him. 
He places you to lay on your stomach with your hips lifted off the bed and your legs spread yet again, facing Dazai this time. He bends your body into position like it's the easiest thing in the world. 
A cap pops and the threatening man behind you coats the middle crease of your ass with a cold wetness. Letting a large amount dribble down from your tailbone to both of your holes.
You look into Dazai’s eyes, silently pleading him as you hear the sound of a zip fastening, but a cruel smirk is all you get from him.
A pathetic little ‘Please’ instinctively comes out of your mouth when you feel a thick cock massage at your upper hole, the puckered one, the one that hurts.
‘Stop it’s not gonna fit! I’m not ready!’
‘Frankly, I couldn’t care less wether you’re ready. Or wether you even want this or not.’ Fyodor grunts while burying his tip inside with a strong push.
‘Daddy!’ You scream, looking back up at your boyfriend, betrayed.
‘It hurts! h..he…he’s too big.’ It feels like you are going to faint.
The man before you has his phone out now, making sure to capture your pained expression.
‘Shut up y/n. Take him, take all of him.’
‘No…Red!’
That’s the safeword. Unoriginal you concede, but simple and unmistakable.  All that gets you though is the raven’s cock shoved deeper, bottoming.
‘Dazai! RED’ 
Before you have time to notice any movement, Dazai is already in front of you with his phone still pointing at your face from above. 
Slap! Is the noise his hand makes when it connects with your right cheek. You hear it before feeling it. It burns. At this point, you’re definitely seeing stars, either from the smack to the face or from the massive cock filling your guts. Both, you think.
‘What did I just tell you not even 20 minutes ago? Huh. That - is - not - how - you - should - address - me right now. Are you fucked dumb already of what?’
This is it, you’re gonna die. And you’re gonna die one of the most pathetic death in the history of mankind. A slow, painful, death of the soul. A death of your personhood, of yourself as an individual. 
You probably are being punished for being so fucking stupid, so naive. This is far from the glorious ending of the lover’s suicide you’ve been promised at the beginning of your relationship.
These man are going to tear your mind and body apart until there’s nothing holding together anymore, and not a thing can stop them. Not the police, no love, and certainly not any amount of begging. No amount of tears would be enough to elicit mercy from them either. It would most likely have the opposite effect. 
What a terrible mistake it all have been. Getting involve with the likes of him.
You’re utterly fucked, literally.
But that’s what you get for being dumb enough to get in a whole ass relationship of any kind with the Demon Prodigy. For trusting him. For believing he can feel affection of any kind. For believing he could feel empathy or care for you or anyone else.
Wait. But you didn’t really believe that did you? No.
Deep down, below the made up story you’ve unsuccessfully deluded yourself with (now being ultimate proof of your failure, ultimate proof of your awareness through it all) you never did. 
Why? Because it makes your pussy wet. Not being loved or cared for like a proper human deserves to be. 
Ending up being a ‘pet whore’ for this man, a part of you always knew was gonna be the final deal. You were just too ashamed to outright admit it to yourself before you were forced to. Too much of a coward.
And maybe that’s why you have these dark desires to begin with. Cowardice. Being forced is a way to act out and/or feel out without having to compromise yourself. Without having the responsibility associated with these actions. Without having to own up to those feelings. The consequences not for you handle. The shame not to be placed on you neither by yourself or others.
If you’re being honest with yourself that’s what you’ve been after from the beginning. 
The manner of execution you wish was different though. This situation you’re in now you wish you weren’t. 
But there’s no backing down now, even if it’s nothing like in your fantasies. You physically can’t. And this is kind of the whole point of this, it’s not up to you, your choice is being taken away.
So again, in more honesty, that’s what you get for getting turned on by cruel, psychopathic criminals. 
For being a weak, stupid masochistic little bitch that’s what you get.
He’s right really, just shut up and take it. You had it coming. 
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resident-idiot-simp · 23 hours ago
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Distance is pain
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Logan had always been used to being distant the X-Men never seemed to care maybe even appreciate the distance he kept from them. Sure there were a few exceptions but for the most part, people preferred to have him at a distance.
However, for the first time in his life, this was not the case anymore. Wade always wanted him near and within reach. It freaked Logan out, to be honest, and he wasn't sure how to deal with this. He kept trying to keep a distance between them because surely this was what Wade actually wanted.
He kept doing this and kept doing this every time Wade expressed a desire for him to be and stay close be that physically or emotionally. This didn't work if course because if Logan did this Wade would run off and push him away. Wade thought he wanted this but he didn't no one really did.
Or at least he thought that until Wade started backing off and reseeding into himself. He seemed...smaller... So unlike what Logan had gotten used to. It felt wrong oh so wrong. Wade stopped speaking to him as much and it was affecting Logan more than he thought it would. The whispers in the back of his head telling him how much of a monster he was were back.
It was horrible and he didn't know why. Or he didn't until one day when he had come back from walking Mary to the sight of Wade on the couch. He was picking at his skin and muttering to himself and if it wasn't for Logan's enhanced hearing he wouldn't have heard any of it.
"You fucking idiot of course he doesn't want to be around you why would anyone? You never shut up or leave people alone." A shaky inhale, "You have been shown again and again when you be yourself you run people off. You're too much you know you're too much and yet you don't stop." He took another shaky inhale and scrubbed his hands over his eyes.
"Fucking pathetic you get the most perfect man in the damn multiverse and you can't reign yourself in enough to not run him off. He keeps pulling away and you can't accept it even though this is the same damn thing that happens every fucking time you try and get close to anyone." A wet inhale this time and Logan's heart fucking sinks.
He hadn't meant for this to happen he hadn't wanted to hurt Wade, hell he was pulling away so he wouldn't run Wade off. Fuck both of them apparently because they both wanted the exact same thing and were going about it opposite ways.
"Wade." Logan said softly and Wade fucking jumped eyes going wide as he desperately tried to downplay what Logan had just seen. "h-hey peanut I didn't realize you would be back so soon." Wade said as he jumped up off the couch and started backing away. Logan hated himself fervently for causing this for causing any pain to this man.
"Wade fuck I'm sorry I had no idea." Logan tried to apologize but Wade was shaking his head, "No no apologies peanut it's me it's...always me. I run everyone off every time." The last part is choked out and Logan can't allow that. Wade doesn't have a chance to run off before Logan grabs him and crushes the bigger man to his chest.
Wade freezes and starts to try to scramble away before stopping as he begins to shake lightly. "Wade I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't care or was trying to get you to leave me alone." Logan spoke seriously. Wade sagged into him and buried his face in the older man's neck.
"Wade my whole life people have preferred me at a distance I thought I was doing you a favor by staying away." Logan continued as he held the other man tighter. "I didn't want to run you off by getting too close. Wade we have had opposite experiences and and were acting according to prevent the same outcome we always end up with."
Wade was hugging him back and holding him just as tightly now. "Why would anyone want to push you away? You're perfect." Wade asked and Logan shook his head lightly, "Why would anyone not want you close? You're amazing." Logan shot back.
Wade blinked tears out of his eyes as he pulled back to make eye contact with Logan. "Promise you won't push me away again?" Wade asked voice shakey and unsure. "As long as you promise not to leave me alone." Logan agreed.
It was the easiest compromise either man had ever made.
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Interview with Wakana
--This will be Kalafina's first live performance in about seven years. How did you feel when you found out that the concert was going to be held?
"On January 23rd, 2018, we held our 10th Anniversary LIVE at Nippon Budokan, and on March 30th we appeared on stage on the opening day of our 'Kalafina 10th Anniversary Film', which ended up being our last public appearance as a trio. Seven years have passed since then so I'm really happy that we can perform live again as Kalafina. Many people worked hard to make this happen, and when the three of us found out about this opportunity, I thought to myself, 'if we're allowed to perform live again, I definitely want to do it!' Turns out the three of us all felt the same way about this."
--How did you feel when the three of you first got together to sing during a live rehearsal?
"The first rehearsal was meant to be a sort of 'voice tuning' where we just sang through the entire setlist. It had been six years since I last sang with the two of them, so I was strangely nervous at first *laughs*. But as soon as we started singing, all my memories came back and I was able to adjust my singing technique right away, knowing exactly what to do and where to change certain parts. The accumulation of our 10 years as Kalafina has remained with me, and I was surprised at how easily we were able to just pick up where we left off, we quickly made up for the time we had spent apart. There was no need to worry about anything."
--What did the three of you talk about at that time?
"I think that singing helped us connect with each other more than talking. I was in a choir when I was in elementary school, and I started singing gospel in high school, so I've always loved singing with other people. By singing and giving each other tips, we were able to communicate with each other, and thanks to the other two I was able to release my vocal power. It was a lot of fun 'fine-tuning our voices'."
--Please tell us your thoughts on Hikaru and Keiko's vocals.
"It's something I've always felt, but each of us has a completely different vocal quality, but when the three of us sing together, something comes together, and a mysterious harmony is born. When I sang together with Hikaru and Keiko for the first time in a long while, I felt a special feeling that resonated in my heart, like 'ah, yes, this is it. This is something that only Kalafina can do, and no one else can'."
--Kalafina's music has a unique worldview, right?
"Yes, wonderful songs were written for us with a deep understanding of each of our voices, bringing out the best in us, both in melody and harmony. Also, we pushed ourselves to the very limits of our skills at that time, and whenever we sing these songs it makes me feel a sort of loving whip on my back, saying, 'you can go a little further, right?' *laughs*"
--I think the range of your expression definitely expanded throughout the years of your activities.
"With each song we received, my desire to sing more dramatically grew. When Kalafina was first formed, we were often told, 'you don't need to assert yourself or have a unique personality. Just be conscious of singing in a straightforward voice.' There is certainly an appeal to songs that are born from doing so, and I have always tried my best to focus on singing in a way that expresses the world of Kalafina's music in the best possible way, but now I think I am able to incorporate my personal expressions into that without infringing on the unique worldview."
--Kalafina was originally created to sing the theme songs for the anime "Kara no Kyokai," so it's only natural that they would place importance on the worldview of the work.
"That's right. We were aiming for a rather 'inorganic' feel to match the work. But by moving away from 'Kara no Kyoukai' and singing a variety of songs, our concept has changed since the early days. We've become able to incorporate more of our own sensibilities and experiences into our songs, and now that we've each spent years doing solo activities, our range of expression has expanded even more. I really feel that none of our experiences have been in vain, all the time we've spent up until now has benefitted us."
--What are your thoughts about all the fans who have continued to love Kalafina for such a long time?
"First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to everyone who has waited for us until now. What we can do is take in everyone's feelings, draw from them to shape our singing and give back our own feelings of gratitude and joy in the form of music. So for this live performance, I want to sing in a way that will fill the void of seven years in one night. I think it will be a more powerful performance than ever before, so I look forward to seeing you all at the venue."
--Today you had a photo shoot for the pamphlet. Please tell us your impressions of the shoot.
"It was a really fun shoot. During rehearsals we are focused on singing and there isn't much time to chat, but the best thing about a photo shoot like this is that we can be relaxed the whole time. The staff created a wonderful atmosphere, and the three of us being in the same space, chatting for the first time in a long time made me feel like the seven-year hiatus did not even exist. Hearing again how Hikaru and Keiko felt during those seven years and seeing all the photos of the three of us together really made me feel like, 'ah, Kalafina is back’.”
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Hey Pinkie,
Could you give me the basic gist of the NTT Team Dynamics, like the different relationships within the team?
Sorry if i'm bombarding you with these asks.
Oh, not at all! I realise I mainly covered individual characters in my previous post, mainly to cut down on time, so I’m happy to flesh things out a bit more! (I’m happy any time someone asks about my work, really 😊)
Okay, so I briefly mentioned Tim and Steph’s relationship, and there’s a lengthier post I did a while back about them, so I’ll link that at the bottom of this post.
Then there’s Tim and Conner. This one’s fun, because sometimes they get along great—Tim has a rebellious side to him, and kind of a skater boy thing going on—but he was also raised by very conservative parents and has Batman for a mentor, and he’s smart enough to know that doing something stupid will lead to stupid consequences, so sometimes (a lot of times) he winds up becoming the Mom™️ of the group. And when that happens, he and Conner come into conflict. Thing is, Conner’s smart in his own ways too, so when he gets into trouble, he’s really good at getting out of trouble, and… he knows how to spin his ideas to convince Tim to go along with them. Basically, it’s like a constant game of “join the dark side, Anakin… we have cookies!” And Steph is usually the one holding the cookies. Then Tim comes to his senses, or Batman shows up, and suddenly he’s all “of course, I—a responsible leader of this team—would never even consider doing the immature thing—cough cough!” But they become good friends. They poke fun at one another a lot, throwing zingers, and they enjoy talking when they get the chance. They just find it easy to vibe with one another.
Unlike…
Conner and Cassie! Now, this is all based off of one comic panel, but I just latched onto this idea like a barnacle to the hull of a crusty ship. Cassie did initially have a crush on Conner when they first met, but that was short-lived because she quickly discovered how annoying Conner can be sometimes. He’s like that little brother who just shows up and—for no reason—starts poking you, flipping the light switch, making noises, and generally just being a pain. Cassie was raised alone with her mother, traveling a bunch, meeting kids from a lot of other cultures, so she knows how to get along with a lot of very different people… she’s still never met someone as annoying as Conner. Plus, her moral compass points toward: being kind to people, being respectful, trying NOT to be annoying. You can see how Conner might just be pushing her buttons in a very specific way when he starts acting a little too much like Lex, and gets carried away. They’re like a cat and a dog. Chasing each other. Screaming at each other. Tim has to intervene. Sigh. But when it counts, of course they’ll always be there for one another… just for no longer than 30 seconds…
Cassie and the other two girls. Now, Cass isn’t particularly older than them by much, but it’s mostly because of her knowledge and confidence mixed with her moral compass that she (generally) is kind of looked at like the leader of the three. But only so much. Again, they’re all about the same age, so it doesn’t feel like she’s the “mom” it’s more like they’re sisters, and she’s the oldest sister… so naturally, Steph intentionally doesn’t listen sometimes. She believes that she’s got enough street smarts of her own (plus Batman’s training) that she and Cassie are on equal footing, which can sometimes lead to arguments, because Cassie feels like her world traveling and being mentored by Wonder Woman gives her more experience than Steph, so… you could say there’s some tension there… Both of them have more experience on Earth than M’gann, so she tends to look up to both of them, and often turns to them for advice. Steph loves playing “mentor” but sometimes Cassie feels like she’s giving the wrong advice (her father being a supervillain doesn’t help Cassie’s opinion, but over the course of the show, we find out that a lot of the members have villainous parents, so it becomes a moot point eventually). Now, it’s not as though Cassie enjoys being in this position of contention. She can be plenty impulsive and adventurous and is a bit of a dork, but it’s funny the way hanging out with certain people can bring out a part of you that you didn’t even know you had. Steph is such a firecracker that it’s impossible for someone not to feel a little apprehensive about what she does and says, but after the girls get to know one another better, their relationship turns from sort of a competition, to more like “partners in crime” almost. Cassie remains the moooore level headed of the two, but yeah… they can get up to trouble if left unsupervised. But with M’gann, Cassie is very sympathetic. She’s traveled, she’s felt like an alien before, she’s been the only white girl in a room before, she gets how M’gann must be feeling. (In truth, she doesn’t quite fully grasp the specifics of her situation, but to be fair, M’gann didn’t tell everyone the specifics up front, so…) Anyway, M’gann appreciates how thoughtful Cassie can be, and often looks to her for advice, especially when it comes to…
Conner and M’gann! Alright, don’t go running for the hills just yet. I know that the Young Justice cartoon scared a lot of us, but trust me when I say that these two characters are not the same ones from that show. Yes, M’gann does see Conner as fitting into the “ideal human boyfriend” category that she’s seen in all those Earth TV shows, but that image usually comes crashing down the minute Conner opens his mouth. Now, they both kinda liked the look of each other the moment they met, but keep in mind, Conner has only actually been alive for about a year or so. Maybe a year and a half—two tops. So, he’s never been in love before. It was never taught to him. He’s just a big ball of raging hormones with no guidance! yaaaaaay… Don’t worry, nothing bad happens, but imagine a six-year-old’s approach to girls… girls he likes… that more or less sums up how Conner first approached things. Very blunt, very innocent, not knowing what’s considered “too forward” or “rude” so he makes a lot of critical errors at first, which he doesn’t realise are errors until he talks to the other guys. Overall, though, his confidence levels remain relatively high, so he plans on adjusting his approach and going in for round two. M’gann feels awkward about the whole situation, like “is this how Earth boys actually are in real life? Is this just a Kryptonian thing? Am I missing something?” She’s overanalysing the situation something awful, and she wonders if it feels wrong because of something she’s doing, or not doing, and she talks to the other girls about it… When Conner actually gets it through his head how to talk to girls, that’s when their relationship starts. He can be very rough and playful, like a big golden retriever, but he’s learned that he needs to be careful with someone like M’gann, who’s more of a sweet little bunny who gets really excited about things, like “Earth Cooking” and “Vending Machines.” The two of them don’t always understand Earth things, or customs, but they’re relieved that the other doesn’t, so they kind of come up with their own private jokes, and it’s really sweet. The great difference between the two is that: Conner is super confident a lot of the time, especially about who he is and where he’s going, but M’gann is exactly the opposite. Over time, he helps her uncover the things that matter most to her, and therefore helps her understand what sort of person she is and who she wants to become.
Conner and Kaldur. Naturally, Kaldur didn’t get close to anyone at first, but after that whole adventure… he and Conner have a very specific relationship. Ever see a cub or a kitten or a puppy trying to play with their mother’s ear or tail or something, but the mom’s just sitting there, looking tired? That’s kinda it. Kaldur finds Conner’s antics amusing, up until they become irresponsible, at which point he shifts into Mom Mode.™️ He and Tim kinda share the title of “Team Mom.” Or maybe one of them’s more like “Team Dad?” You decide. (If everyone starts acting irresponsibly, Kaldur is usually the last adult standing.) Point is, Kaldur is still a battle hardened warrior, and even though he’s learning how to be more expressive, he still thinks Conner can be a bit of a drama queen, and a little too… much… at times. They’re almost a little like Jack O’Niell and Teal’c from Stargate SG-1, if anyone’s seen. But they’re cool, Kaldur doesn’t ever get annoyed with Conner, he simply handles Conner.
In general, Kaldur still has a hard time getting really, really close with the others, mainly just having serious heart-to-hearts or observing their hobbies and interests, but if there was one person on the team I would say he’s close with, it’s Tim. Tim does his best to check in with him and be there for him, as the team’s leader, and they tend to have a lot of very long, very deep conversations. They often go back and forth about battle strategy, they share the title of “Team Mom” a lot, being the two most responsible members, they’re both smart, and they’re both depressed a lot.
(Lol, just had a thought. Kaldur and Steph = Tigress and Po from Kung Fu Panda 2. *Kaldur catches Steph and flips her back around as if she were made of paper* Steph: “Did you guys see that? It’s called being awesome.”)
Now, Steph is the most extroverted in the group. She’s the one who always breaks the ice, who has no problem jumping straight into the deep end, and is the most comfortable chillin’ with the guys. Cassie never really did the whole “hanging with the guys” thing growing up, it was mostly “all the neighbourhood kids or nothing,” so, like, sort of adjacent, but not quite the same thing. Then M’gann never really hung out with guys ever, so Steph is kinda alone on that one. She and Conner are a dangerous duo. They require at least two babysitters. Then, once Bart comes along (post memory wipe, that is) their duo of chaos becomes a trio. NEVER LEAVE THESE THREE ALONE EVER. Steph tries to get close to Kaldur, and tries to introduce him to certain fun things, but for a long while she just can’t understand why they aren’t clicking, and why he and Tim do it so easily. Then, she realises that what Kaldur values is genuine conversation and connection, which is harder for her, but they wind up sharing a few moments together that help them bond a bit more.
Now Bart. I saved him for last because it’s a little confusing having to talk about two different versions of him. Pre-memory wipe, Bart is afraid, anxious, and thinks like a little kid. Being trapped in a computer for a year tends to stunt you like that. So when he first arrives, after the NTT’s initial suspicion subsides, they kinda adopt him. He’s never had his own bedroom, or owned normal civilian clothes, or eaten anything besides rations, (bacon was an eye opener), so the team can’t help but feel bad for him, though Conner specifically tends to feel like he’s a little bit like dead weight at times during their journey through time, because he’s too afraid to actually do anything for much of it. Put simply, the main form of bonding that happens with them all on that adventure is: trauma bonding. But then, there’s post-memory wipe Bart. After the wipe, his personality changed. He still naturally feels disquieted and repelled by tech, but beyond that, he’s more cheerful, funny, always moving too fast for his own good, forgetful, but with a bit of an attitude when he feels like it. Especially when people give him “the look.” Something he noticed after the memory wipe. People who knew him before sometimes look at him like he’s a wounded puppy, and he hates it. This is what eventually leads him to want to regain his memories, but that’s a story for another time. Like mentioned earlier, he gets along a little too well with Conner and Stephanie—he can drive Tim up a wall with how much he doesn’t sit still, or listen, or just… do the thing he asked him to do twenty minutes ago! But Bart’s a good kid, Tim can’t stay frustrated with him forever. Kaldur has another child to reign in. Cassie takes on an almost “big sister” role for him, and M’gann loves testing out new Earth recipes on him, because he’ll eat anything.
Alright, I think that’s everyone. Please don’t hesitate to ask more questions! Always love getting to share!
Tim and Steph’s relationship 👇
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cherryeclipses · 2 days ago
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Sam Winchester x Reader - minimal use of she/her pronouns. Fluff, young love, angst. Very minimal use of Y/N. Unedited This is my first fic in almost 6 years...I'm not a Sam girl so I hope this isn't too OOC
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At 5 years old my mum was murdered, by the time I was 6 dad had dedicated his life to hunting the thing that killed my mum. By 13 my dad was hunted and killed by the very same demon. I had to start a new life under the care of dad's very good friend Bobby. Life at Uncle Bobby's was fun, once you got used to the smell of stale whiskey and old books. He took me in as his own as soon as he heard the news of my father's passing, I was now his little girl who he swore to protect with his life. This meant being homeschooled and learning to shoot a shotgun, but none of that mattered when John Winchester brought his sons, Sam and Dean to stay when he went on longer hunts. Sam and Dean were my best friends, nobody understood me more than them. I would spend my mornings with Dean, who taught me everything there is to know about monsters and how to kill them. My evenings were spent having movie marathons or reading side by side with Sam. Over the years I found myself falling in love with Sam. What started as a close friendship slowly turned into an infatuation with the younger Winchester brother.
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"I can only see the Big Dipper, I'm giving up."
"No no, look here." Sam laughed, grabbing my hand to point at another cluster of stars. "That's Orion the Hunter and over here, those three stars make up Orion's Belt." He exclaimed, dropping my hand. We had been laid on our backs stargazing for the past hour, I turn my head to look at Sam. His face illuminated by the stars, he looks ethereal, I just want to reach over and kiss him. But I can't, I mean I could but he would definitely find it weird. Surely he thinks of me a sister. I'm brought back to reality when I realise Sam's also turned to look at me. "You ready to head inside?" He asked. "I should probably get some sleep, I think dad will be back tomorrow." "Sure." I say softly, I hate when the boys leave. I love my Uncle but it can get lonely with just the two of us. The comfortable silence lingers between us for a few more seconds before we both go to our separate beds for the night. That's all it ever is, lingering stares, accidental touches and the aching in my heart.
˚⋆★ ˚⋆ make ur own timeline, a few years or months later.. ˚⋆★ ˚⋆
It was a rainy afternoon, Bobby is away on a hunt for the weekend when there's a knock on the door. Shotgun filled with rock salt bullets in hand, I cautiously open the door. "Sam?!" "Hey, I'm sorry to come over unannounced, I should've called -" before he can finish his sentence I'm ushering him inside, my arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. "It's been too long, you never have to announce yourself" I laugh as he hugs me tighter. I take a second to look him up and down, "what's wrong?" I ask, taking a step back. "Nothing's wrong, I just had to come see you. Is Bobby here?" "No, he's helping Rufus this weekend. You never have to see me, so what's up?" "Okay, you're right. Um I've decided to go to College." He says quietly. "That's great Sam! It's what you've always wanted." I go to hug him again but sense something is off, he's too quiet. "Isn't it?" I push. "It is, it is. But it's not just that, I want to move away from this life, I want to start new, have a normal life." I finally realise what this is, it's goodbye. After several minutes I finally find something to say, "I know you want a normal life, but we can still be friends in your new normal life. I'm not even a hunter!" He smiles sadly and just shakes his head. "It's not like that, you know it's not. Maybe we will stay in contact, I just wanted to say goodbye in person." Knowing that Sam hasn't been home in awhile, this couldn't have gone over well with John or Dean, I put my feelings aside and embrace Sam in a hug. His warm, strong arms wrapping around me, it feels safe. A small tear escapes me, he'll go off to College, become the highest paid lawyer in the US and marry some hot blonde, I can see it now. Me, Bobby, Dean, all in his past. As if Sam can hear my worries, he tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him. Not wanting to get my hopes up, I start to break away from the hug but Sam leans down and our lips connect in a soft, passionate kiss. It is everything I'd dreamed of, his lips were soft, he smelt delicious like sandalwood and sea salt. His warm hands move to cup my face and I melt. My hands make their way to his hair, still damp from the rain outside. Just as I'm ready to risk it all, he pulls back. "I've been waiting so long for this." He breathes. I can't reply, I'm too stunned, so I just kiss him back, harder this time.
Somehow, we make it to my bed, clothes flung across the room. It's embarrassing to admit that this is the night I've dreamed of for so long. The sunlight peaking through the window wakes me up in the morning, I roll over and realise I didn't dream it last night. My childhood crush is in my bed, naked. The sunlight bouncing off his toned body, disheveled hair strewn across his face. I cuddle into his side, ignoring the fact that this is meant to be his goodbye.
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"Eric, stop giving out free drinks, those girls will never call you and you're making my business go broke!" I smack the dark haired boy over the head. "Yeah yeah, I heard you the first time." He mumbles sheepishly. It's been a year since I inherited the bar from an old hunter and made it my own. It's my pride and joy, running a business and making an honest living. "2 beers please gorgeous." My heart pounds in my ears, I'd know that deep voice anywhere. "Dean Winchester." I breathe, turning around to see the 2 Winchester brothers sat at my bar. "The one and only." Dean winks as I hand the boys their drinks. "Hi" Sam says shyly. I pretend not to hear him. "So, what awful thing brings you back to Sioux Falls?" "The usual." Deans says dryly, taking a sip of his beer. "Still looking for that damn gun." I'd heard all about his search for the Colt and yellow eyes. "Y/N please can we talk?" Sam pleads. "Of course we can talk Sam." I say snarkily. "I didn't know you had taken up hunting again?" He sighs, "it's a long story, have you got a break soon?" He gives me those damn puppy dog eyes, I want to give in and tell him it's okay and I still love him. But I can't, he gave me false hope. Adoring me, right before leaving for College and never speaking to me again. No he's going to have to work a lot harder if he wants me to be friendly with him again. I narrow my eyes at the youngest Winchester, "No I don't, now if you boys will excuse me, I've got a business to run." With that I turn and make my way to the back of the bar but not before telling one of my girls that those cute brothers at the bar can have anything they want, on the house.
"What's her problem?" I hear Dean chuckle to Sam.
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Should I make this a series or maybe write this from Sam's POV??? I hope it was okay!!!! Sorry to rush the ending.
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inspoxjournal · 2 days ago
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One of my personal goals is getting in shape.
So I've decided that mondays are gonna be my weekly weigh-in days. And I'm about to share my weight from this morning. But let me talk a little about December 19th which is when this goal of mine really came forward full force.
So December 19th we are at a big family dinner at my in-laws and my toddler wanted a piggyback ride. I squat and she climbs on and I struggle to lift us both up. She only weights about 15kg. When I say that I struggled I really mean I had to push for dear life to lift us both up. But it was that or admitting to my whole extended family how out of shape I am. I literally had to push from my toes I'm not even exaggerating! Somehow I managed (insert Michael Scott gif here) to lift us both up rather then die from shame.
Anyway back then I weighted about 81kg (178.5lbs) and I ate whatever I wanted which unfortunately was potato chips and processed candy. Water intake was ridiculously low. As a breastfeeding mum I do have a luxury of extra caloric intake but what I was doing was so unhealthy to say the least.
And so I decided I no longer wanna be a slob and just grab whatever comes to hand when I feel low on energy. So I made some changes.
I started drinking more water. Like every time I wanted candy or felt like munching on something I would drink water or eat some fruit if I was really hungry. Which was beneficial in many ways.
I stoped eating candy, chips and my beloved chocolate. This is hudge deal for me since I'm a sugar junkie. When my husband told my mum that I'm not eating sweets anymore she literally said "That's impossible she lives for candy." But I did it, I went so far that I placed a ferrero rocher ball on my kitchen counter so that I see it every time when I'm passing by. And every time I made a mindful decision not to eat it. And it worked I got hooked on that feeling of being in control!
I reduced my bread intake. I just started eating things that have more complex carbs. I love rice and chicken for lunch, tortilla omlet for breakfast, oatmeal etc. I stay away from grilled cheese (another staple in my pre baby diet), any kind of spreads (because I end up eating a lot of bread with them) and store bought bread in general.
Workouts but I'm gonna make a separate post about that topic soon.
And now I can happily say that I can squat with my velcro toddler on my back!
My weight this morning was 77,4kg (170.6lbs) and I'm proud of that. Current goal is just bellow 70 so I'll be happy with 69,9kg (154lbs)😅 I honestly don't even know how will I look by then so that can easily change if I'm happy with my strength and if I can fit my favourite pre pregnancy jeans! I'm pretty tall 175cm (5'9'') so all the extra weight doesn't bother me much but my bad shape, oh man that haunted my dreams..
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giggly-squiggily · 1 day ago
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requests! 🤩🎉 don't mind me taking one of those demon slayer slots, thank you very much! 😂
can i request lee!akaza and lers!gyutaro and douma please? daki was being a little snarky so akaza wrecked her and gyutaro naturally wants to avenge his sister but when akaza overpowers him douma comes to help gyutaro out. maybe douma even has a dramatic little "well well well" moment when he enters the scene 😂😅
i hope you're doing alright and feel free to decline this of course!
- 🐼non
{Request are closed! This is an older one!}
Panda! :D Oh how I love Akaza jkajkreajkrejkrjk My favorite thing ever is him being a softie for the kiddos, so this was a joy to write! :D I hope you like it! I hope it's okay I included Daki as one of the Lers given Akaza targeted her first lols
CW: Swearing, mentions of the entertainment district (Nothing descriptive or graphic, but I'm putting it out there)
“Yehehehehe, nohohohoooo! Yoohohohou son of a-”
“Oi, watch your mouth. I don’t care how strong you think you are- don’t go disrespecting your elders!” Akaza scolded gently, grinning from ear to ear as Daki squealed and ducked down. Nothing she did could protect her neck from his quick fingers, leaving her a shrieking ball on the floor. “Speaking of- you’ve been rather bratty lately! What’s that all about, huh?”
It wasn’t like he didn’t already have a guess. Daki’s hunting grounds weren’t easy, and some days she came back in such a foul mood even Kokushibou was hesitant to speak to her. 
Akaza may not be able to take away the bad days,, but he could at least take her mind off of them.
“Screhehehw you! Ehehehehek, brhoohohohother hehehelp!” Daki managed to roll away, giggling through her cries for help. She halfheartedly swatted at Akaza’s wiggling fingers as her brother appeared from her back, ready to fight. “Geheht him!”
“Who the hell’s bullying my-Lord Akaza?” Gyutaro’s murderous glare turned into a look of shock when he realized just who he was summoned for. It was just for a split second, but that was all Akaza needed.
“Bully, huh? Come here!” The redhead was on them in a microsecond, gathering both siblings up and swinging them off their feet. Shrieks and giggles quickly took over as he scratched at their belly and sides. “Oh ho ho, now I have two victims!
“Nohohohohoho! Aheahhaha, Lohohohord Ahahahhakahahahza!” Gyutaro cried, kicking his feet and pushing at the hand latched to his ribs. “Dohohohoohnt- no tihihihickling!”
“Eheheheheehhek! Aehahhahahahah, coohohohohoem ohohohohon, thihihihs is uhuuhnfahahhair!” Daki sounded no better, howling like a witch as her waist was squeezed. “Leheheht me gohohoho!”
“Hmm..lemme think about it.” Akaza snickered, relishing in their childlike glee as he twirled around the room. Not the most ideal look for an upper moon, but when it came to the kids, he was in big brother mode. “Should I let you go here? Or how about here?” He crab walked from one side to the other, nearly dropping them but never loosening his grip. “Decisions, decisions.”
Naturally, their noise was going to attract attention. It wasn’t long before an all too familiar face arrived to investigate.
“What do we have here? Lord Akaza playing with the kids?” Douma poked his head in with his usual smile, watching the scene unfold before him. “Lord Akaza- playing with the kids, I see?”
“Douma.” Akaza paused his antics upon seeing him, good mood dampered. He’d be lying if he said it was completely ruined though. “Did you need anything?”
“My, my- don’t stop on my behalf. I just came to see what all the fun was about.” Laughing, Douma drank in the sight of the siblings trapped within Akaza’s arms, giggly and looking to him for help. “Did you two truly forget what I taught you? You’re breaking my heart!”
“Taught them?” Akaza raised a brow, not sure if he liked where this was going. Gyutaro titled his head curiously before realization hit him.
“Oh!” He shot a hand out, tracing the closest blue line. Almost immediately Akaza yelped and jerked back. “Go for his stripes, Daki!”
“There you go!” Douma cheered.
“No way you told them about tha-ahahhat! Gyutahharo!” Akaza twitched as fingers swiped along the blue lines of his arms, weakening his grip even more. Daki squirmed free first, diving behind him and grabbing his sides. “Nohohoho, Dahahaki!”
“Hehe, got you now!” She grinned as he arched, nails scratching playfully against the stripes along his sides as Gyutaro broke free. It wasn’t long before four hands were tickling him, getting at the blue lines across his entire torso. “Don’t let up! He’s a strong one!”
“Like I’d do that!” Her brother growled, jerking as Akaza poked him in the belly, retaliating. “Nhooohoh, don’t! Lord Doohohuma, hehelp!”
“Oh?” Douma, who was lounging across the floor in the background, looked up with peaked interest. “Do you want my assistance?”
“Don’t you dare!” Akaza called out, his snarl shattered when Daki wiggled a finger into his armpit. “Hehehlp me insteahad!”
“Get him, Lord Douma!” Daki cried, squealing when Akaza twisted around and got her neck again. “Huhuhury!”
“Hmm…oh, what a dilemma. I wouldn’t be much of a teacher if I did everything for you.” Douma stood, sashaying towards the trio with a cheeky grin. “On the other hand…”
There was a beat of silence. No one moved, waiting to see what would come.
Then..
“GAWHA!” Akaza let out a loud guffaw as his hips were grabbed, cold hands sending shivers across his skin. In a matter of seconds, he was flat on his face, half curled up as he tried slapping away those dastardly fingers. Yohohohou sohohon of a- heheahahhahahahha!”
“Didn’t you just lecture Lady Daki on respecting your elders?!” Douma laughed with him, keeping one hand on his hip as the other flipped Akaza over like a pancake. “Of course, I’m younger than you, so I can let that slip. Gyutaro- be a dear and get his arms for me?”
“Got it.”
“Noohooho, dohohohohn’t gehehehhet it! Dohohohon’t gehehhet it-ehahhahahahahaha!” Akaza exploded into laughter as his arms were pulled up, his armpits quickly attacked soon after. Between Gyutaro’s quick fingers and Douma’s lazy tracing of the lines along his stomach, this couldn’t get any worse.
“Lord Douma- what should I do?” Daki asked, eager to join in.
“Get his legs, dear.”
It just got worse! “Nohoho, do-EHHEHEHAHAHAHHAAHA NOHOHOHO!” Akaza nearly lost his voice in all the howling, spasming like a dying insect as the three ruthlessly attacked his tickle spots. He wondered if Muzan was watching them all now- shaking his head in disgust like he always did whenever the demons acted anything but serious.
What should have scared him out of being ticklish only worsened his condition. Damn- he couldn’t even rely on his greatest fears for help.
“Lord Akaza- are you still with us?” Douma’s coo brought him back to reality. Right- currently dying of laughter. Got it. “Does it tickle? Hmm? Does it?”
“He’s so loud! I bet the whole castle can hear him.” Gyutaro mused, bringing his tickles up Akaza’s triceps and earning a wheeze. “Whoa, bad spot.”
“Does he have stripes on his knees?” Daki dragged her nails where she assumed stripes would be, dragging her fingers straight down the center. The resounding booming laughter following confirmed her suspicions. “He does! He does, doesn’t he?”
“AHehahahahahhaha! Cohohohohme ohohohohn, gihihihive me a brehahahahhak!” Akaza pleaded, feeling his stomach start to hurt from how hard he was laughing. Yet another odd thing to discover about himself post becoming a demon. “I gihihihive, I gihihihive.”
“Boo- and here I thought we would go longer.” Signaling for the younger demons to stop, Douma rested his chin in his hands with bright eyes, watching Akaza groan through his giggles. “Still, that was rather fun, wouldn’t you say?”
If the kids weren’t here, Akaza would show him exactly how he felt. Instead, he rolled his eyes, dramatically sighing and making the others laugh. His limbs were free soon after; Douma saying something along about seeing his beloved whole Gyutaro folded himself back into his sister’s back. He closed his eyes, throwing an arm over his face as he seeked composure.
“Hey.” A finger tapped his arm, making him move it. Daki smiled down at him- not her usual sinister grin but a rare, more fitting smile for someone so young. “Thanks for playing with us today, Lord Akaza. And for cheering me up.”
“I just did what felt right, that’s all.” Akaza lifted a shoulder, making her giggle. She leaned down then, wrapping an arm around his chest and presing her face into his shoulder; squeezing him gently.
“I know I already have a big brother, but with you it feels like I have two. Thank you.” She gave him one more squeeze and a quick peck to his cheek. Did the room get blurry? God, even as a demon he was always quick to tears.
“You’re a good kid.” He hugged her back, patting her hair as she smiled brightly.
Thanks for reading!
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ticklygiggles · 1 day ago
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A/N: 4/4 of wonderful @wertzunge! This was a little gift because Santa wanted to spoil Max 💖 I love you Max, I really hope you liked these little gifts mwah 💕
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“Whoa, we got so many presents this year!” Yamaguchi said excitedly. 
It was finally Christmas Eve. Yamaguchi thought he had never been so excited about Christmas in his entire life. He loved receiving gifts, but he had always been modest and very patient in that regard. He loved to eat special food on Christmas, but he could actually make that same food any other day of the year. 
What really had him excited this time was the fact that he was going to spend Christmas with people very important to him. Sure, his family was very important to him, but it was his first Christmas away from home and with his friends in his own apartment. Crazy! 
“Stay away from the presents. Are you five years old?" Tsukishima said from the other side of the kotatsu, in front of Yamaguchi. 
Yamaguchi chuckled, leaving a present with his name on it back under the tree and he looked up at Tsukishima with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Tsukki.” 
“Let Yamaguchi look at the presents, Tsukki!” Kuroo said from the kitchen just like a mother would nag at his kids. “He's just watching them, nothing else.” 
Tsukishima rolled his eyes and Yamaguchi giggled, taking a deep breath and sighing pleasantly as he folded his arms over the table and used them as a pillow. His nose filled with the wonderful scent of pine, cinnamon and whatever Kuroo was preparing in the kitchen. 
He was beside himself with excitement. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself and feel his heart racing in his chest as he curled his toes under the kotatsu. There was just one thing missing to feel completely happy. 
“I'm coming~,” Kuroo sang after he heard three quick knocks on the door, and both Yamaguchi and Tsukishima held back a laugh. “Ah, welco- Oh goodness, you're covered in snow!” 
“Hello, Kuroo-san!” 
Well, not ‘a thing’, but ‘a person’. Yamaguchi perked up at hearing your voice and he quickly got up from where he was sitting in front of the tree and rushed to the kitchen to welcome you as well. 
He nearly screamed your name and you looked up at him with a bright smile. “Tadashi! Hello! Tsukki too, hi!” 
There you were. In your arms a pile of gifts, Yamaguchi could barely see your face and snow gathered in your shoulders, head and even your nose. Now that you were here, his Christmas was definitely complete.
He had invited you to spend the holidays at his apartment with Kuroo and Tsukishima and he had to admit that he was really nervous that you would say no, but you had accepted his invitation and now you were really here!
“Ah, thank you, Tsukki,” you said when the blonde helped you with all the gifts. “I think they might be a bit wet. It started to snow so hard just when I got out of the train! Ack!” 
“Yamaguchi, what are you doing there?!” Kuroo yelled as he ruffled your hair, trying to get rid of the snow in your head. “Get some blankets! He's gonna freeze to death! Take your jacket off and your shoes, quickly!”
Yamaguchi gasped and he rushed to his room to get extra blankets. When he was back, you were already being pushed to the living room by Tsukishima, he made you sit by the kotatsu and you sighed in relief when the warmth underneath it wrapped around your freezing legs and feet. 
Yamaguchi smiled and he approached you and Tsukishima who had sat down on his spot again, continuing reading his book. 
“I'm glad you could make it, thank you for coming,” Yamaguchi said, gently placing a blanket around your shoulders and he laughed when you quickly wrapped yourself with it. 
“Thank you for inviting me over! I hope I'm not intruding.” 
“Nonsense!” Kuroo yelled from the kitchen and you and Yamaguchi giggled as Tsukishima rolled his eyes.
“Oh, are you very cold?” Yamaguchi asked worriedly as you trembled slightly. You nodded softly. 
“I'm gonna get you some tea,” Tsukishima said kindly, standing up and quickly going to the kitchen. You thanked him shyly and then smiled at Yamaguchi. Your nose was as red as Rudolph's and Yamaguchi couldn't help but giggle; you looked at him curiously, tilting your head to the side. 
“I'm gonna help you warm up,” Yamaguchi said gently and he laughed when you yelped as he suddenly grabbed your socked feet under the kotatsu. “Relax, I'm just gonna massage your feet a little.” 
Your cheeks turned a little pink, and you tried to tell him no, but Yamaguchi refused to let go of your feet, holding them firmly as his fingers gently massaged your toes and arches. After a moment, you stopped struggling and Yamaguchi smiled widely. 
“Does it feel good?” 
“It… it does.” 
Yamaguchi chuckled, rubbing and massaging your feet carefully, feeling them starting to warm up under his fingers. Your nose was also less red, however, your cheeks were indeed pink with a shy blush. 
A comfortable silence filled the room, only Tsukishima and Kuroo's voices could be heard from the kitchen and along with the delicious aromas, Yamaguchi couldn't help but feel a little drowsy.
His head drooped a few times and his touch on his feet became lighter as he drifted into the realm of dreams for a moment. He felt so relaxed, so happy, so- 
“T-Tadahahashi!” Yamaguchi opened his eyes, raising his head to see you covering your mouth with both hands as you laughed. 
“What's so funny?” He asked curiously. Did he sleep for too long? 
“You're tihihickling me! I think my feheheet are already warm, Tadashi. You can stop now, thank you.” 
Yamaguchi stared at you, blinking slowly as the words made sense in his brain. He then looked at his lap where your feet rested and a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. 
Before you could pull your feet away, he grabbed them in a lock between his legs and wiggled his fingers right under your toes. Your reaction was immediate: hysterical laughter escaped from between your lips as your body fell backwards against the wooden floor. You squirmed back and forth, desperately pulling at your feet, but Yamaguchi had you well in hand and he laughed along with you. 
“How's that? Are your toes warmer?” 
“Ahaha! It tihihickles!” Yamaguchi giggled as you cackled. Oh, he knew very well how ticklish your feet were. 
He wiggled his fingers and scratched under your toes, the most sensitive place in your feet. His blunt nails skittering up and down your soles, from the tips of your toes to your heels. You were a laughing mess and it didn't take long for Kuroo to nag him: 
“Tadashi! Let him warm up properly!” 
“I am!” Yamaguchi said with a laugh that only increased when he peeled your feet from your socks and you squealed loudly, begging between laughter even though he hadn't started tickling you yet. 
“Plehehase, nohoho! Dohohon't!” 
“Don't what?” Yamaguchi asked, biting his lower lip as he put your socks near the kotatsu. 
“Tihihickle my feheheet!” 
“Oh, gladly!” Yamaguchi giggled to himself. You fell right into his trap and now his blunt nails were scratching at your sensitive skin, making you squirm like a little worm as you cackled and squealed and weakly pulled at your poor feet. 
Your soles were pink, because they were warm and because of the incessant tickles. Yamaguchi relished your silly laughter and he laughed brightly when you snorted as he tickled that hypersensitive spot at the side of your big toes. 
“Do you think your feet are warm enough?” Yamaguchi asked and he giggled when you nodded, unable to talk between your laughter. “I can't hear you~” 
“You're gonna kill him, Yamaguchi. That's enough, here's the tea,” Tsukishima said and Yamaguchi pouted, whining like a child as he finally stopped his playful attack and gently put your socks back. 
“Ow, Tsukki, I was just helping hi- ack! Ahahahack! Nohoho!” 
“I think you might be very cold after helping me so much, Tadashi,” you said as your hands glued to his hips and Yamaguchi cackled, throwing his head back as he desperately tried to pull your hands away. “Let me return the favor, okay?" 
“Ahahaha! N-No! You dohohon't hahahave to!” 
“I don't have to what?” 
“Reheheturn the fahahavor- no! Wait! GAHAHA!” 
“Oh, gladly.” Yamaguchi heard you giggling and he facepalmed himself mentally. He just fell on his own stupid tramp! 
Yamaguchi shook his head, laughing like a madman as you tickled his worst spot mercilessly. He squirmed and kicked, accidentally hitting the table with his knee and making Tsukishima scream. 
“You children! Stop this instant! You're gonna spill the tea and make a mess!” 
“YEHEHEHES! Y-You’re gohohonna m-mahahake a mehehess!” Yamaguchi laughed out, playfully hitting your arms, causing you to laugh along with him. 
Oh this was so much fun! Yamaguchi was a whole grown-up, but he could still have fun with his friends like this. It made him so happy, but you were certainly merciless! His poor hips always tickle the most when you tickle them and he always felt like he'd go crazy! 
“You two!” With a gasp, you immediately stopped and Yamaguchi collapsed on the floor, laughing and giggling softly. Kuroo said your name and you flinched, looking up at him. “Drink your tea right now. I don't want you to catch a cold.” 
“... Yeeees.” 
“And you,” Kuroo pointed at Yamaguchi and he flinched, quickly sitting up. “Behave yourself.”
“... Yeeees.” 
Yamaguchi sat with a straight back, you sipped on your tea silently and Kuroo stood there with his hands on his waist just like an angry mom. A moment of silence passed by before Yamaguchi heard a soft snort and then loud laughter. 
It was Tsukishima. Tsukishima was laughing. 
“Tsukki?!” Kuroo asked incredulously as Tsukishima doubled over the kotatsu, laughing loudly. 
“You look ridiculous!” He said, pointing at Kuroo. Yamaguchi and you looked up and bit your tongues to stop from laughing. 
Kuroo not only had the pose of an angry mom, he was also wearing an apron and in his hand he had a spatula. He really looked ridiculous. 
“Not you two as well!” Kuroo groaned when you and Yamaguchi couldn't hold your laughter anymore. “The three of you are so mean! Ack! Let go! What- Tsukki, you-! Ahahahaha!” 
Somehow, Tsukishima suddenly had Kuroo under him. Kuroo's hands under Tsukishima's knees and Kei's hands under Kuroo's armpits, tickling him silly. Kuroo started to laugh right away, shrieking and throwing his head back.
“UHUNFAHAHAIR!” 
“Shut it, this is their fault,” Tsukishima said and you and Yamaguchi shared a glance before starting to giggle, listening to Kuroo's hyena-like laugh. 
Feeling something heavy like honey and warm like the kotatsu, Yamaguchi thought that this would definitely be a Christmas that neither of them could ever forget! 
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sir-tater-of-the-tot · 19 hours ago
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Lucifer licked his lips it had been so long since he'd done this: As you wish my queen~
The drone readjusted and began to slowly thrust his fingers in while he examined Adams face, watching the former human for any sign of distress. He was pleased to see how Adams face seemed to only express pleasure as moans escaped his soft lips. Lucifer wanted to feel them again. Without pulling his fingers out Lucifer leaned in and kissed Adam.
Adam gasped into the kiss before leaning into it, his mind was quickly growing hazy from the stimulation. Lucifer's lips tasted like honey which triggered Adams body. Adam needed to taste all of Lucifer, quickly he pulled the drone into a death hold while he went to town on the king's mouth. His tongue tracing the others teeth and cheeks while the drones hands worked him open. By the time they broke apart Lucifer was panting and smiling.
Lucifer: good to know we both can't get enough
Adam licked his lips: you taste really good
The king smiled and kissed Adams cheek before pulling away and sitting back between Adams legs. Adams mouth watered at the sight, Lucifers slit had also opened revealing his penis. It was long and thick, it had to be to ensure Adams body was properly stimulated to produce eggs.
Lucifer: are you ready Adam?
Adam: yeah
With that Lucifer removed his fingers. The drones upper hands lifted Adams thick thighs while his lower ones held his slit open, Adam shivered as he felt the tip slide against him. This was it he was going to actually become the hive queen now.
Lucifer: relax love
Adam moaned as Lucifer dipped into him, pushing in till he was tucked all the way to the hilt. Adam felt full. He felt like his insides were being shoved aside.
Lucifer: wow, your body took me so well
Lucifer's fingers spread open his folds to get a better look at their connection, he licked his lip at the sight. Adams body had started to produce honey and the smell mixed with Adams queen pheromones were driving him to the need to mate.
Lucifer: I'm going to start moving now
(you can skip the smut if you'd like I don't mind, I'll eventually draw bee smut lol 😂)
I have an idea, Yandere King Bee Lucifer with Human Adam 👀
With a forced transformation/curse for Adam to become a Queen Bee /nf /suggestion
Just some food for thought! Anyways, have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!
Skadoodles back into the abyss
Well a King needs his Queen 👑💖
@sir-tater-of-the-tot 👀
Since he's a King, there aren't many bees anymore so he needs to repopulate his kingdom.
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dasloddl · 1 month ago
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fuck vague posting I’m just full on ranting
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iguessitsjustme · 8 months ago
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Ter stop talking over and making decisions for Dee challenge 2k24. Y'all ain't even friends at this point you're just the annoying coworker go away
#wandee goodday#wandee goodday the series#wandee goodday series#listen listen listen#i am glad that ter is starting to realize things about himself#i'm glad he's starting to embrace his feelings#howmstever he needs to do that in a way where he is able to give up some control#he cannot control dee's actions or responses#he needs to communicate with dee not make decisions for him#ter and dee do not mesh because dee is super competitive about silly little things#and he doesn't like being told what to do. he likes gentle nudging and he also likes his boundaries#yak still hasn't kissed him despite both of them knowing how bad yak wants to#ter extended their japan trip without talking to dee and then tried to kiss him not even knowing how dee feels about being kissed#dee hasn't had a chance to explain#and even before he had a chance to explain with yak#yak wasn't kissing him. yak was operating strictly off of body language and managed to not kiss dee#then he asked about it in a non-judgemental way and dee felt comfortable enough to tell him#and yak said got it boss. you know i want to kiss you but this is a boundary that we will not cross#until we are ready and willing to cross it together#yes yak has pushed a bit because he wants it but he always goes slow enough and gives dee enough space to back out before they kiss#which dee does#and he will back out until he doesn't#but that's the difference between ter and yak#dee was closed in and didn't have a lot of options to avoid the kiss if it hadn't been interrupted#i don't doubt dee would have managed to avoid it but ter blocked off a lot of opportunities to leave#yak leaves space for dee to leave if he wants to#ter is controlling and yak is freeing#and that is why dee was able to fall for yak after 8 years of pining for ter#he is free from the feelings that were controlling him#and now he can move on and be happy with someone who truly understands him
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