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s1rawb3rry · 4 months ago

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Cupid’s arrow has struck… the wrong target!

Oh cupid… do you love me, or do you love me not?

synopsis: As a cupid, Y/N's job has always been to make people fall in love– that has been her task for centuries. However, everything goes horribly wrong when Jake accidentally locks eyes with her instead of his intended match. Now, she's stuck with a hopelessly in-love Jake, following her around like a lovesick puppy. The worst part? Cupids aren’t allowed to fall in love…

word count: 10.3k

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, no smut, maybe a little suggestive, absolutely smitten and hopelessly in love jake, he fell first and fell harder, acts of service jake, jake is somewhat yn's boss, magic (???)

genres: office au, cupid au, rom-com, slow burn

pairing: enhypen Jake x reader

featuring: Chungha

a/n: oh my god this took FOREVER but im so glad its done im so happy with it hehe

Taglist: @heestoleurgirl @stariekis @jaehoodies @morganaawriterr @luvashli@kireistrawberryjayla @annovaz @bambieheeseunglee @firstclassjaylee @flowerwinds @veilstqr(comment if you want me to add / remove you from the list <3)

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Cupids don’t wear halos and wings, or float around on fluffy clouds. At least, not anymore. We live among humans, blending in seamlessly, living for the purpose of matchmaking. Year round, we work behind the scenes of every soulmate pairing. This has been my classified, top secret occupation in the world for centuries, that I wouldn't trade for anything. When I'm off the clock, I work at a dull office job– that I love!– but it's boring enough to allow me to keep up with my much more important tasks.

Seeing my Boss slowly making his way near my desk, I planted my hands on my keyboard and started to type away, pretending to be fully immersed in the spreadsheets that are on my computers. In actuality, my mind was completely preoccupied, I kept eyeing the thin paper folder with the name “J.S.” on it. I was assigned my last assignment before my much-needed “cupid break”. The thought of rest made me giddy enough to move my hips in my office chair and hum an off tune harmony.

“What's the matter with you?” Chungha asked once she noticed my movement, her desk in front of mine. I smiled like a kid on christmas, well really rest did feel like christmas to me, “i got my final assignment before my break. I just have to find this Jake Sim.” I whispered to her. She smiled, sharing my excitement. Chungha has been one of my, if not the, closest friends for years. She is the person who knows everything about me, she knows me like the back of her hand. She is the one and only person that I could ever trust with this secret job.

“I swear I heard that name not too long ago… “ she said, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, trying to remember. I jump in my seat, lean forward to reach her desk and hold her hand in mine, “I beg you, tell me who he is so I can go into this break early.” I whisper-yelled, misery clear in my voice.

As she was laughing at my desperation, the clear glass office door swung open with an exaggerated creak. Our Boss strides in like a man who will make the biggest announcement of the decade, again. He always makes this grade entry, makes you feel like he will say something important, only for you to find out it's absolutely nothing. His dramatic flair is only rivaled by his complete lack of self-awareness. I suppress an eye roll and stare back at my spreadsheets, these seem way more interesting in fact.

“Team!” he calls out, his voice booming as he stands at the front of the office room, making a couple chairs turn around and make multiple people stop talking and clicking their keyboards. “I’d like you all to meet your new supervisor for the upcoming project I already told you about–” he told us about a new project? – “This is Jake Sim, our new project manager. So he will only be here for a couple of months until the deal with the other company is sealed.”

My eyes widened and my ears perked up when I heard that name. I glanced at Chugha who was already looking at me with that same bulging eyes. There he is– Jake, my new assignment. He stood tall in the sharp lines of his suit, his dark hair neatly swept back, and his dark eyes carrying a quiet intensity. As the Boss continued talking, jake gave the group a friendly but reserved smile. As his eyes were scanning the room, as if he's trying to memorise our faces. I tried to follow his gaze to get his perspective on my colleagues. Maybe I can find his pair in the office?

As my eyes look back at him, our eyes lock. He held it for a second before he gave me another polite smile. I returned the smile fast enough before he continued his scan of the room. I perch up on my seat when I notice Jake staring for longer than usual at the other side. My eyes land on a coworker, Mira. Both of them also exchange a polite smile.

As the boss continued to babble about the new project, that familiar feeling comes to me: when an idea of a couple clicks in my mind. Jake and Mira, they seem perfect together, well on paper they do. I open my Jake’s paper file and quickly read the notes written on him, trying to confirm to myself that he is a perfect match for Mira. Warm personality. Charismatic. Loyal. Energetic… Oh, it’s spot on.

“Alright team, that's all for today. You can get back to your work.” he wrapped up his speech, which dragged on longer than needed, motioned to Jake to follow him. Jake smiled and nodded his head at us one last time before turning his back on us. I clicked my pen and started scribbling some notes about Mira in Jake’s file. I can not waste time on a case like this. I can get in and out quickly out of it, sending them on their merry way. I beamed with excitement, unwrapping a chocolate covered almond from my drawer and popping it in my mouth.

“I remember now where I heard his name,” Chungha whispered to me. I looked up from my notes, paying my attention back to her. “He has been going to the café I always go to after work. I heard the barista always calling his name, that's why it's familiar.”

“Wait, that's perfect,” I said as the idea sparked in my mind, “if we can get Mira to come with us to the café, I can absolutely do the job there.” I continued with Chungha nodding at me. “Leave it to me, I will ask her.” she said, getting up from her office chair. I watched as she walked over to Mira, starting up a conversation with her. A moment later, her head turns to me, smiling, I smile back and do a little wave to her.

I pull my eyes from her, when I notice the light of the office in front of us turn on. That office is almost always empty, so my surprise grew when I saw Jake again, standing at the doorstep with a small moving box. He walked over to the desk and placed the box on it. Oh that's his office now. Well, him being right across from us just made my job a whole lot easier. I can monitor the progress of my work firsthand, almost front-row seat to a movie I directed.

-♥︎-

As the workday wrapped up, the three of us settled on a table in the café, the scent of bitter roasted coffee beans filled the air, making me wrinkle my nose each time the barista made a new espresso. Mira and Chungha were chattering up a storm, drinking their coffee orders while I stirred my strawberry milkshake’s straw absentmindedly, barely registering anything that is being said. My focus was set on the door, waiting for him, in any minute, to come in. Every second that passes is a second closer to my break. I take a sip of my drink, trying to suppress my excitement.

Yet, nature called at the worst moment, “I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom,” I said, sliding out of my seat and leaving my milkshake barely touched. They nod at me before returning to their conversation.

As I step out a few minutes later, wiping my hands on a paper towel, I pause just outside the restroom door. As if it’s a twist from fate, I find myself standing in a perfect spot to have the perfect shot. Jake was standing, waiting for his coffee, not noticing me. His position is exactly where I need him, flawlessly aligned with Mira. Excitement ran through me, It’s almost too perfect.

Almost there… One clean shot– quick and easy.

Letting my muscle memory instinctively reach for a cupid arrow, I take a steady breath and discreetly wind up my arrow. My heart bubbles in my chest in anticipation. Just as I’m about to let the arrow fly…

“Hey, did you notice that–” Chungha said, coming from behind me, disturbing the silence.

I gasped, her sudden loud voice making me jump forward and making my heart leap to my throat. My hand jerks, my aim going completely rogue, accidentally hitting Jake. I gasped again, “oh my god, no!” panic sets in my bones as I walk forward to try to recover the arrow. Before I can even process the rest, my foot catches on a stray chair leg making my world tilt.

I closed my eyes, bracing my fall before I felt two tight arms around me, steadying me effortlessly. When air got back to my lungs, I opened my eyes to find Jake's face inches away from mine. Oh dear god, please no… “I’m so sorry,” I said, the words left out of my mouth with my mind running much faster. Am I sorry that I fell or that I accidentally struck him? This was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to see Mira, not me.

His usual polite warmth in his expression softens into something more tender, something deeper. His brows furrow just a little, as if he's suddenly aware of a feeling—a feeling that stirs something in him undeniable. The more I look at his eyes, the more my plan crumbles.

“Are you okay?” Jake asks, his voice low and surprisingly gentle, his gaze lingering a little too long. His grip on me is still tight, my heart and stomach felt twisted in knots, as if they were bound together. This doesn’t feel like love—it feels more like alarms blaring in my mind.

Chungha, my traitor of a best friend, noticed the mistake she just made. Her eyes darted between us, her face painted with realization. I could see her from the side of my eyes trying to come up with a last-minute fallback plan.

“No way!” she exclaimed almost cartoonishly with an exaggerated gasp, practically lunged forward tugging me out of his grip with force, “I—uh—I forgot something at the office! Come on, let’s go!” she lied, turning her heel to the opposite side of the cafe, with my heels right behind her.

With my heart still pounding, I slapped a 20 dollar bill on our table, grabbed my coat and pushed both Mira and Chungha out of the café. I could feel his piercing gaze on me as we were shuffling out of the café. He was still looking at me as I was walking away—like I was the center of his universe.

-♥︎-

Later that night, I stood in my dimly lit kitchen, surrounded by flour, sugar and butter. My stand mixer whirring loudly with the warm smell of cookies coming from my oven. My hands trembled as I measured out the flour, my mind still reeling from everything that had just happened. I turned off the mixer, slowly adding the flour.

Chungha leaned against the kitchen counter, looking in the oven to see the cookies. Then her eyes landed on the already freshly baked cookies on the counter, still warm. She watched my unsteady movement with a confused expression, her eyes held concern. “This is the batch number…?” she asks, leaving the question for me to finish.

I exhaled a shaky breath, trying to steady myself and my hands. “Baking calms me down,” I muttered, my voice tense, matching how my muscles felt, “besides, it’s the only thing that doesn’t make my head feel like it’s about to explode.”

“I’m sorry…” she said quietly after a moment passed, her voice full of guilt, referring back to what happened in the café. I sighed in defeat, putting down the mixing bowl. I gave her a weak but genuine smile, “it's not your fault. I'm the one who was impatient,” I said before going back to my bowl, “I never rushed the process of pairing a couple, look where that got me…"I trailed off, scraping the side of the bowl a little too roughly.

She stayed silent, looking at me, waiting for me to actually explode. My frustration bubbled up again when I dropped my spoon on the floor, even dropping spoons is putting me on edge. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath to ground myself, “this whole situation is too risky,” I started once Chungha picked up my spoon and started washing it.

“Men liked me before, but none were under the influence of a Cupid’s arrow. It's just too strong. If this goes wrong, if I fall in love, I will systematically lose my job. I love my job, you know that.” I rambled, pouring out what's in my heart.

Chungha was silent, listening to me, “So… what now?” she asked, uncertainty laced her voice.

I exhaled a shaky breath, turning back to my mixing bowl, “I have one week. A week before the arrow’s effect turns into true feelings.” I said, grabbing a new, clean mixing spoon, not sure if I was trying to focus on the dough or just distract myself from my spiraling thoughts. My hands moved automatically, though my mind raced, “I have a week before this turns into a full-on disaster. If I don’t reverse the arrow in time.”

“That’s not a lot of time.” Chungha commented, taking a cookie. “You're not helping, Chungie,” I grumbled. She laughed, biting into a cookie, “don’t worry, we’re in this mess together.” she said, her hands found my tense shoulders, reassuring me. I just nodded, leaning into her.

I began to bake again, the nervous energy inside me didn’t dissipate. There was no time to waste. I couldn’t let him genuinely fall in love with me. Not when everything I’d worked for hung in the balance. My hands shook slightly as I carefully scooped the cookie dough onto the tray. I close my eyes for a second.

Focus. One week. I can reverse the arrow’s effect. I have to reverse it.

♥︎ DAY 1 ♥︎

I strolled into the office with my heels clicking behind me. I readjusted my purse on my shoulder when I noticed a pink drink sitting beside my keyboard. Condensation beads down the plastic cup, the whipped cream still holding its shape—fresh.

“You got me a milkshake?” I gasped in awe, turning to Chungha. She appeared from behind her screen, brows knitted together, “I got you a milkshake?” she echoed my question, leaning to the side to see what I’m talking about.

I blink at her as if she just sprouted another head. "Yes, this!" I said, looking back at the milkshake, squinting at a small sticky note attached to the side of it. I carefully unstick it from the drink, holding it like it’s evidence in a crime scene.

forgive me for making you leave early yesterday… - Jake

I closed my eyes hoping, wishing, the earth would open up and swallow me. Of course it was him. Chunghun leaned forward to catch the note, squinting. A smile grew on her face, “okay, you gotta admit that this is cute.” I shoot her a glare, “I need to thank him.” I said, placing my purse on my desk and grabbing the milkshake. Chungha’s grin widened at my announcement, “you caused this.” I reminded her playfully before leaving.

Each step I took toward his glass-walled office feels oddly heavy. It’s just a thank-you. Nothing more, not a big deal. Knocking the door twice made Jake turn around. His eyes brightened when he saw me, just like a puppy who was told they will go on a walk.

“Hello, sir,” I greeted, the milkshake suddenly felt a little too heavy in my hands.

"Good morning," he says, a smile full of warmth and admiration spread across his face. Oh, he got it bad…

I held up the milkshake, "Thanks for this. You really didn’t have to." I said, returning the smile sheepishly.

His eyes glowed with adoration, "Consider it an apology. Hope I got the right flavor?" he said, motioning to the milkshake. I should be the one apologising.

Then it dawned on me, he did remember the flavor… "Yeah," I say, my voice softer than I mean it to be. "You did."

He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden interruption from outside the office stopped him, “Team!” our Boss shouted before his voice became muffled to me. Slightly jolting, I gave Jake an apologetic look, “I must go. Thank you again for the milkshake, sir.” I said, watching him walking towards me.

“Jake,” he said, as if he’s correcting me. His gaze flickering between my eyes.

I stared blankly at him, “I’m sorry?”

“Please, call me Jake.”

-♥︎-

Avoiding him was proven to be impossible. It started off small: he held the elevator door open for me even when I was still ten steps away, he would offer to buy me anything and everything the cafeteria offered, even suggesting ordering something. But now it was the worst situation. We had a meeting before we could leave for the day, something about that project the Boss keeps fussing about. Focusing, however, was beyond me.

Between Jake sitting besides me and the lack of sleep last night, my brain was running on fumes. The anxiety of this whole situation tangled itself around me, and that damn milkshake moment kept playing in my head like a broken record. I blinked hard, trying to fight off the weight of exhaustion dragging my eyelids down. My notes in front of me blurred together. The voices in the room became distant, background noise to the quiet battle I was losing against sleep.

A small piece of folded paper appeared on the table in front of me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jake's hand retreating back to his side. I tried to decipher his face from the position i was in, but his expression was unreadable. Carefully, without trying to pull attention towards us, I unfolded the note.

Are you feeling okay?

I stared at his handwriting in black ink, oddly neat, like he had taken his time. I reached for my own red pen, scribbling down how I just didn't sleep well last night. I refolded the paper, sliding it back to him. A few seconds later, his response appeared in front of me.

Close your eyes. I can cover for you.

I almost snorted, exhaustion making everything funny now. What is he even talking about? Hesitating only for a moment, I grabbed my pen and scribbled back something. I straighten my back, trying to wake myself up. Again, his response popped up in front of me.

Trust me on this one. No one will notice.

I frowned in confusion, but before I could decide on how to respond, he subtly tilted his body, his broad shoulders blocking me from view. All I could see was his back and how everyone else was listening to the meeting.

Slowly, undeniable fatigue took over me, making me shut my eyes.

-♥︎-

“Hey… Wake up.”

A hand shook my shoulder gently, pulling me from the depths of my nap. I stirred, my mind still heavy with exhaustion, before I finally blinked my way back into consciousness. Once my vision focused, I found Chungha standing beside me, casually packing my notepad and pens into my purse.

“Meeting’s over,” she announced, tilting her head. “I was this close to tucking you in and leaving you here." she laughed, putting my purse on my lap. I groaned, stretching out my arms as I forced myself upright. My body still felt sluggish, my brain foggy from sleep. The conference room was empty now—everyone was gone.

“Now, come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving…” she grumbled, heading towards the door. As I stood up and slung my purse over my shoulder, I slipped my hands into my coat pockets out of habit. The sleepiness fog vanished the moment I felt a piece of paper already in my pocket. I pulled it out only to find very similar handwriting in black ink.

Didn’t have the heart to wake you up.

It wasn’t signed, but it didn’t need to be.

♥︎ DAY 3 ♥︎

I had spent the last two days trying every trick, every strategy, everything and anything in my power to undo this ridiculous mistake. Yet, every desperate attempt led me to a dead end. It was completely hopeless.

I tried acting uninterested, distant, cold, downright dismissive towards him. Jake would greet me every morning, warm smiles and bright eyes. It took every ounce of willpower not to match his puppy-like energy, to keep my response flat and indifferent. "Morning," I’d say, voice devoid of emotion. But no matter how lifeless I sounded, his grin never wavered.

I also attempted to make him lose hope by acting like I have a ‘secret office admirer’, Chungha’s idea. We thought, maybe, this would make him give up on me.

“Are you sure this will work?” I whispered, watching her place a vase of flowers– that she picked– onto my desk. She shrugged at me as we eye the soft yellow and white rose bouquet with a small note. It looks legitimate, at least in my eyes. I sighed as I popped a chocolate covered almond in my mouth.

When I felt Jake’s presence coming closer, I started acting as if I just noticed the bouquet, putting on a full play in front of Chungha. His steps slowed as he passed my desk a few steps away, watching me pull out the note that was with the roses. I made sure to read out the note in a loud voice, I cleared my voice, "To the most beautiful woman in the office. I hope these flowers bring you as much joy as your smile brings me, your secret admirer." I read, acting surprised while turning to Chungha, “that is adorable.” she played along, smiling.

His chuckling made me turn my head towards him, “didn’t know there were secret admirers in this office…” he muttered, hands in his pants pockets, his tone dripping with amusement. I glanced at Chungha who’s now completely turned away from us, speaking to another colleague.

He bent down his head a little to read the note in my hand, his cologne was woody and intoxicating. I could see his slicked back, soft, black strands. His closeness made a fluttering warmth spread through my chest. “What’s funny is that they call themselves an admirer…” he started, his voice snapping me back to reality, “... yet they got your favorite color wrong.” he said, eyeing my outfit, my accessories, my desk decorations– all pink. He looked at me one last time in the eyes before turning his heels, leaving my heart into a wild, nervous rhythm and warmth rising to my face.

That was not the intended effect, and not on the right person.

Desperate times called for unflattering, repulsive measures. I was standing next to the vending machine after buying myself a Coke. Jake and a couple other colleagues were standing on the other side, chatting away. Perfect position.

I took a long, fast and exaggerated sip of Coke, stood for a moment when I felt the carbonation bubble up in my chest. I eyed Chungha who was on her phone, slowly sipping her coffee.

Then, it erupted like a thunderstorm. A loud, unexpected burp that could’ve registered on the Richter scale. Chungha choked on her coffee, the room fell silent, eyes were on me. I stood there, waiting. Surely, this would do it. No one finds that attractive.

Jake burst into laughter, his eyes glistening with adoration, “Impressive," he said, smiling and nodding before turning back to his conversation.

I turned back to Chungha, my jaw to the floor, “oh he didn’t find that disgusting. Quite the opposite.” she whispered to me, smiling in amusement, “I want to throw my Coke at him.”

I told myself that the next time he compliments me, i would be ready to shut it down. I was standing next to the printer, waiting for it to finish printing a paper that the Boss asked me to finalise. Jake passed by me, his eyes shimmered with light when he noticed me. "You look nice today." he said, stopping right dead in his tracks.

Bingo. I smiled sweetly, itching to put on another play. "Oh, thanks! I haven’t washed my hair in three days." I beamed, brushing my hair with my hands. A normal person would recoil. A sane person would be appalled. But him?

"Still looks stunning," he said easily, tilting his head. "What’s your secret?"

I wanted to scream. Who gave him permission to be this… tantalizing?

If I couldn’t drive him away with disgust, maybe I could with annoyance, if I just bother him enough to make him lose interest. I thought about barging into his office every hour or so, each time asking for something different but completely useless. I thought that if I just got under his skin, he would get tired of seeing me. I already went in, asking for a stapler, even though both him and I know I have one on my desk. Yet he gave me his without hesitation.

Half an hour later, I stood in front of his office door again, knocking as hard as I could, making sure that even my knocking was irritable to listen to. I opened the door after I heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side.

I walked into his office as if I owned it. "What are you working on?" I asked him, as if he's not my higher up and could fire me. He looked up from his laptop, amused. "Something very important," he replied, still smiling.

Each time I left, I felt a little more defeated.

Twenty minutes later, I was back at his office. "Still working on something important?" I asked. Oh my god please, any reaction.

This time, he just laughed and shook his head. "You tell me. You seem very interested." he grinned, his arm propped up with his head resting in his hand. I stared at him, searching for a flicker of frustration, anything to indicate he was growing tired of this. But no, he looked at me like I was the one who painted the sky.

Then, I decided to really test how far I could push him. “Hey… uhh…” I squinted at him, tapping my forehead as if I’m really trying to remember something, “What was your name again?” I asked, trying to act casual, pulling out some chocolate covered almonds from my pockets and popping them in my mouth. This reverse the arrow mission will actually get me fired.

He raised an eyebrow, but there was no sign of irritation, only humor. Jake let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in return. Slowly, he pointed to his nameplate that’s on his desk. “Jake Sim,” he said, dragging out his name with a knowing smile.

I stared at him for a second. Was he really going to play along with this? Did he seriously not mind being the target of my ridiculous antics?

♥︎ DAY 5 ♥︎

I was in front of my computer’s screen, the room was filled with the sounds of keyboards clicking and telephones ringing. Focusing on any type of work was impossible, all I could think about was him. I thought to myself that I should still try to set him up with someone else, Just get him interested in someone. I leaned back into my chair, my gaze following Jake who was at the water cooler. He was standing casually, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. The way he moved—effortless, composed, yet somehow magnetic—was enough to make my thoughts spin out of control.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I flew up from my chair and headed towards his direction. “Hello, sir,” I said, politely. Oh suddenly I remembered what manners are…

He turned around his signature warm smile appearing the moment our eyes met. “Hey,” he replied, voice as smooth as ever. “Need a refill too?”

“Yeah, just a little,” I replied, but before I could move, he already took another cup. After he filled the other cup, he handed it to me. “Thank you, sir.”

He huffed a laugh, “you know, the ‘sir’ ages me by a lot.”

“Right, I’m sorry. I forgot.” I said with a soft laugh.

We both stood there, side by side, the silence almost comfortable but the tension between us thickening. Then I broke the silence, “You know, don’t you think Mira is cute?” I asked, trying to sound natural as I fiddled with my paper cup filled with water. “I mean, she’s very elegant. Charming. Professional as well, don’t you think?”

Jake nodded, listening intently, but I noticed him drifting his gaze lower. I froze, my breath catching as I saw his fingers carefully adjust the small cupid bow-and-arrow pendant on my necklace that had somehow gotten tangled. His touch was so gentle, almost like he was afraid to hurt it—or maybe afraid to hurt me. My heart skipped a beat as he carefully set it back in place, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow.

His focus was still on me, his eyes lingered on mine for a heartbeat longer than I expected. And when he spoke, his voice was so sincere, it made my chest tighten. “She’s okay,” he shrugged, “but she’s not what I’m looking for.” His gaze never wavered, locking with mine as if trying to make sure I understood every word, every feeling behind them.

-♥︎-

Later that day, I went to the restroom before heading home for the day. As I was walking towards my desk, I noticed a couple familiar candy wrappers on my desk with a sticky note next to them. They were my chocolate covered almonds, the same brand even. I pulled the sticky note and stared at the neat handwriting, the words so simple, but they made my heart flutter more than it should have.

It simply read, enjoy. Again, not signed.

My fingers lingered over the edges of the paper, tracing the strokes of his pen. I stuffed the sticky note into the drawer of my desk, trying to ignore the strange feeling in my chest. But even with it hidden away, the flutter in my chest didn’t go away. If anything, it only grew stronger. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I couldn’t let myself feel this way.

♥︎ DAY 7 ♥︎

It was almost the end of Monday, and I felt completely defeated. None of the tricks had worked. Not the cold, distant act, not the jealousy plan, not even trying to be completely gross—nothing. Every strategy I tried to reverse the effects of that damn arrow had failed. It was like Jake just couldn’t be swayed. I was beyond tired, drained in every way. I hadn’t even seen Jake all day, and that should’ve been a relief. but honestly, it instead felt like something was missing. Every time I passed his office, there was a strange ache in my chest.

By the time the clock finally struck five, I gathered my things, shoved them into my bag, and walked out of my office. Today was the last day to reverse the effect, I’m seriously fucked.

As soon as I stepped outside, the sky opened up, and rain poured down in sheets. The cold wind cut through my jacket, and my already exhausted mind screamed at me to just hurry up and get home. Groaning, I fumbled with my purse, mentally preparing myself for the walk home.

“don’t tell me you're walking home in this.” a voice called out from behind me, cutting through the sound of the rain.

I turned around, I saw Jake with his bag in one hand and an umbrella in another. His hair was slightly messy, but still looking incredibly soft. His blazer was draped over his arm, leaving him in his button down white shirt. I forced a laughed, “"It’s fine. I don’t live that far," I said, trying to downplay how miserable I felt. "Really, it’ll just take a minute."

His eyes told me didn’t seem convinced, though. “Let me give you a ride home,” he offered in a heartbeat, but I quickly shook my head. “I’m fine, sir. Really, I—”

Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted, pulling off his jacket and holding it out to me. "Take my jacket at least," he insisted. As I hesitated to say no, he held up his blazer in front of me, the insides of the blazer facing me. I sighed in defeat– more like too exhausted to argue– and slid my arms into it while he held it for me. As I was fixing the collar, he gently pulled my hair out from underneath the blazer. His fingers traced my neck, leaving hot trails behind. I turned around to see strands of hair falling on his forehead.

"Here, take this too. You will catch a cold." he muttered, handing me his black umbrella. “Thank you, really…” I said, flustered by the gesture. He flashed a warm smile, “anytime.”

without another word, he turned and ran toward his car, the rain pelting his back. As he reached his car, he paused and turned to wave at me. I watched him, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through me. He looked like a soaked puppy—wet, tousled, and far too endearing for his own good. It made my heart give a little thump.

"See you tomorrow!" he shouted, his voice muffled by the rain.

I waved back, an involuntary smile tugging at my lips. As I watched him get into his car and drive off, I had accepted the fact that he was in love with me. But that does not mean I will fall for him. Ever.

Pulling the jacket tighter around me, the weight of his gesture still warms me. As I was walking in the opposite direction towards my apartment, I instinctively reached out for my phone and put my hands in his blazer’s pockets thinking it was mine. I frowned as I felt small wrapped spheres in the pocket. Pulling it out, I found a familiar sight: my chocolate almonds.

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head, despite the growing flutter in my chest. That idiot really was hopeless.

-♥︎-

A few weeks have passed after the arrow’s effect has indefinitely settled in. My cupid duties have been on pause for a while, but not the office job. Our Boss kept on giving me– and it seemed like it was only me– many different tasks to finish for this upcoming project that forced me to stay late, after my usual office hours.

The office was nearly empty. The usual hum of ringing phones and clicking keyboards had long since faded, leaving only the soft buzz of overhead lights. I leaned in my office chair with a sigh, rubbing my burning eyes from my screen. My documents were scattered around, words blurring together and losing their meaning.

Despite all my attempts, my mind circles back to Jake. Guilt was eating me alive as I felt like I ruined his life, his love life. He was meant to fall in love with someone who can be with him, someone whose world aligned with his own. The guilt was so unbearable that I started avoiding him. I would turn to the opposite way whenever I sense he's nearby, I would be late for meetings on purpose so I could sit away from him, I would take the stairs so I don’t cross pathways with him in the elevator, I would make it seem like i get an important phone call each time I see him coming my way. I could see that it hurts him, but my remorse was overwhelming. Slowly but surely, his own attempts to speak to me reduced.

Even though his office wasn’t in my line of vision, I could sense his gaze on me from time to time. He was also still in his office, only his desk lamp was on, with him clicking away, very concentrated on his own computer. Whenever I stayed late at the office, Jake seemed to always be there too, leaving only us on our floor. He would never say anything to me, he wouldn't even step inside the shared workspace. He would stay in his office, but I could feel his presence from across the office.

My eyes scanned over to the clock, 1:12 am. I took a deep breath and returned back to my screen. The sound of a foot creaking open made me stop reading a sentence midway. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His footsteps were slow, but purposeful as he made his way to my desk.

“You’re working way too hard.” Jake’s voice was softer than I expected, like he was choosing his words carefully, with his hands in his pockets. I couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh. Before I could shut him down, he continued, “Do Cupids get paid overtime as well?”

My grip on my mouse tightened, my heart stilled. For a split second, I thought I misheard him. Surely the lack of sleep made me a little delirious. My eyes looked up at him before I could stop them, Jake had this knowing expression.

My stomach twisted in knots, my head is spinning, “I think you should head home, sir.” I dismissed, my eyes locking back to my screen with a thumping heart. God please tell me I’m imagining this…

He glanced down at the scattered notes on my desk before his gaze flickered back to me, “It’s funny, isn’t it?” Jake said, his smile not reaching his eyes, “You can make people fall in love… but you don’t know what to do when it happens to you.”

I swallowed hard, trying to stay still, unreadable even though every nerve in my body was on high alert. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jake raised a brow. “Really? You have no clue what I’m talking about?”

“No clue.”

He let out a quiet exhale, his expression unreadable. A moment has passed of complete silence, I was praying that the earth’s crust would crack open and swallow me.

“At first, I just had a feeling that something was up...” His voice wasn’t accusing or even angry, just observant. “Miss. Chungha slipped up and said something about how you ‘messed up’ the matchmaking…” the more he spoke, the more my chest tightened itself on my pounding heart.

“And then,” he continued, watching me carefully, “I saw your open files on your desk a couple of times, with the names of couples you helped.” I winced, I should’ve been more careful.

The fragile rawness of my soul felt like it was on open display. It felt like he had carefully taken apart every building block of my defense that i had built and was looking at what was is actually underneath.

The feeling of guilt emerges once again when I look at his sincere eyes. I felt like a deceiver and a liar, he had to know at this point, there was nothing left to hide. I sat up straighter than I already was, forcing my voice to stay even and failing miserably, “the love you feel for me isn’t real. I was supposed to matchmake you with someone—”

“I know.” he said it softly, with certainty.

I blinked, “what?”

Jake tilted his head slightly, watching my reaction as if he were giving me a moment to process it, a soft smile on his lips. “I know about the arrow, Y/N.” He said my name so gently it made my chest ache, my heartbeat pounded in my ears. “I’ve known for a while.”

“However…” he said, leaning on a desk that was near mine, “i think the effect wore off faster than it should have. I think two days later I was feeling normal again.”

I closed my eyes to ease my beating heart, exhaustion and this deranged conversation was a dangerous mix at this hour, “that’s impossible.”

“If I had a choice,” he said, making me open my eyes and look up at him again, “I’d still want you.” He held my gaze before looking at my lips and then back into my eyes.

I could no longer compute rational thoughts, or any thoughts at that. The world was spinning and steady all at once. Jake straightened himself and turned his heels towards the exit, “Don’t stay too late, okay?” his voice called out before he left, without facing him.

He left me with my heart racing, feeling completely ruined. The weight of it all pressed down on me as tears fell down. I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was making me cry– Jake finding out my sworn secret? Jake knowing I messed up on said secret job? or the fact that I have been feeling my powers slipping away? The thought of losing everything I had fought for because of my growing feelings was unbearable. My tears unraveled faster than my realisation that I actually fell for him.

-♥︎-

As if my life couldn’t be any harder, our Boss announced an emergency work trip across the country for a couple of client meetings, big ones at that. The kind that could define the next few months of the company’s future. Our trip was a haze for me, I stayed near either Chungha or Mira the entire time. My jake avoidance persisted despite the tension in the air, if i just act like none of this exists, it won’t affect me.

Before I knew it, we were off the plane and checked into our individual hotel rooms. The hotel lobby had this muted hum of chatter and telephones ringing filling the space. As to not waste time, we were all immediately called down for the first client meeting. As I sat down, my B oss handed me a notepad with a pen, “please, take notes during the meeting.” I just nodded, no energy left in me to argue.

As usual, Jake was running the presentation. Though, this serious and composed attitude was a side of him that I hadn’t seen before. It caught me off guard, the way he stood at the front of the room, the projector illuminating his face as he explained the new project to the clients. His voice was steady, authoritative, and it was clear he was in his element.

My notepad and pen sat in front of me, waiting to be used. But as the meeting progressed, I found my focus drifting from the content of the presentation to Jake. my eyes kept following his movements, how his hands gesture as he explained the key points, how his fingers occasionally adjusted his tie or brushed his hair back in that absent-minded way. The way his dark hair slightly tousled as he leaned forward, the little crease between his brows that appeared when he was deep in thought. In this room, in front of clients, he was assertive, and maybe even a little intimidating.

This was a stark contrast to the Jake who has been putting almond chocolates on my desk, or the one who always complimented my perfume choice of the day, or the one who leaves endless sticky notes at my desk. He was different, and it was… captivating.

I tried another attempt to focus on the presentation by scribbling down the client’s questions, what Jake was saying. The meeting continued, and Jake seemed to glide through it effortlessly. Every once in a while my mind would wander back to him, how easy it seemed for him to command the room with just his presence, how natural he was at all of this.

Soon enough, the meeting wrapped up. The clients were satisfied, Jake finished his presentation with a final handshake and brief thank-you to the clients. Our team packed up soon after, I raced to leave the suffocatingly hot room. The moment that our Boss gave us the green light that we can leave for the day, I beelined to the elevator, itching to just take off these stifling layers of clothes.

Once I reached my hotel room, I started a cold shower immediately, letting the icy stream douse over my skin to cool the heat that had been building ever since the meeting. I needed to clear her head, to push away the fluttering thoughts that refused to leave my mind. As I stood under the water, I kept remembering how Jake moved, the sharpness in his gaze and how my body responded to his subtle but undeniable presence. How can someone look like a cute puppy one second then the hottest man alive the next?

After washing my hair and body, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the hotel’s bathrobe. My skin was still tingling from the cold water, my face still flushed from my racing thoughts. I left the bathroom and tried to find my phone in the pile of mess I left before rushing in the shower.

Soft knocking was heard from my door, making me stop my search. It must be one of the girls. Another series of knocks made me pick up my pace and rush over to the door. When I opened it, it was, in fact, neither of the girls. I locked eyes with Jake instead. He was only in a light blue button down shirt, the sleeves were rolled up. His hair was a little messy compared to how it looked in the meeting.

It took a moment for the both of us to register the situation, the ‘I’m only in a robe’ situation. Jake stood there, looking just as flustered as I felt, making me tug the robe tighter around my figure. His gaze quickly flicked downward to the floor, clearing his throat, “god, I’m sorry. I will come back lat-”

“It’s alright, really.”

“I just need your notes of the meeting earlier,” he said, his eyes now looking at me. “Oh shit, I completely forgot,” I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I went back into my room, trying to find my notepad and my phone now, “I swear I can’t find anything. The plane landing, then the meeting… it was all too fast.” I said as I rummaged from my stuff. Jake held the door open, watching me frankly running around the room. “I’m sorry, this is really unprofessional of me…” I uttered. As if professionalism has been common in my behavior these past months…

Jake stepped in my room, letting out a short laugh because of my state, “take it easy, I’m not in a rush.” he said, letting the door click shut behind him. After moving my sweater to the side, I found the notepad tucked under it. I got up on my feet and handed it to him, “here they are, I'm so sorry again…”

“No need to apologise, hun,” he chuckled, taking the notes from hands. The nickname made my heart flip. Considering my current state, this was a really bad time for flirting.

Instead of just walking away or leaving the room, Jake comfortably opened them right there, standing at the door. He quickly scanned through them, his brow furrowing as he reread a few lines. He looked the same way he did in the meeting—so serious, so focused. His lips barely moved as he reread the notes, his entire body leaned forward in concentration. Every little thing he did—how his fingers brushed against the paper, the way he chewed the inside of his cheek when he concentrated—it all made my mind scream at me to stop looking, to stop thinking about him this way, but my body betrayed me.

“Your face is burning up,” he asked, his voice soft but laced with genuine worry. “Did you catch something from the plane ride?”

Before I could react, Jake gently placed his hand on my forehead, then my cheeks, my jaw, his touch surprisingly tender. His hand lingered for a moment, trying to assess if my red face is because of a fever. The warmth of his skin was clashing with my ice cold shower earlier. He came a little closer as his hand cupped my face, still trying to see if I’m sick.

I looked up at him, I probably looked dazed, “sir…” I finally said something, my voice was barely a whisper. My eyes involuntarily flickered to his pink lips.

“When will you get it that it's ‘Jake’ to you?” he said, his thumb moving from the side of my face to my lips, his touch sent shivers down my spine, his own eyes looking at my lips. The air between us thickened as he leaned in, letting our lips touch.

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer to him. Each kiss was more urgent than the last. My fingers tangled in his now extremely messy hair, pulling him deeper. His cologne was stronger than ever. If I could memorise this feeling, if I could memorise how he tasted and felt, before it slipped away I would. There was no thought—only the desperation to feel more, as if this is our one and only chance to hold each other.

I pulled back slightly, catching my breath. His forehead rested against mine, "for a Cupid," he murmured with a chuckle, "you're quite confusing." I couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, my fingers found the nape of his neck.

Just as the distance between us closed again, a loud knocking echoed from the hotel door. “Y/N! Why aren’t you picking up your phone?” Chungha’s voice rang through the door, filled with concern and a touch of annoyance.

I froze, panic seizing me in an instant. "Oh no," my eyes wide with realization. "Jake—" I barely whispered, my mind racing as I quickly backed away from him. Jake immediately took a step back, his hand held mine, his face turning to confusion as he caught the urgency in my eyes. “I can’t be seen like this with my Boss,” I whispered to him urgently.

We scanned the room, finding a hiding spot for him. I ended up grabbing his wrist, leading him to the closet near the door in a hurry. Without protest, I pushed him into the small space as he ducked into the closest with a chuckle, leaving me to try to regain control of the situation.

I rushed to the door and opened it just enough to reveal Chungha’s expectant face. "Hey, what’s going on?" she asked, her eyes darting over me as she stepped inside. I waved my hand frantically, trying to act casual. “Just came out of the shower,” I said, motioning to my robe that I was still wearing, that I was wearing while kissing our Boss.

“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked, trying to distract her. Chungha raised an eyebrow, “I tried, but you weren’t answering. I wanted to order something, I wanted to see if you wanted anything.” She glanced around, stepping further into the room. Her attention was diverted, I could feel my heart pounding, the sound of Jake shifting in the closet just beyond the thin closet door.

I took a deep breath once Chungha was out of my line of vision, and then hurriedly, without thinking too much about it, shooed Jake out the closet. “Go, go, go!” I whispered urgently.

He smirked, “you’re cute when you panic." he commented, as if this was the right moment to do so. “Oh my god, i will kill you with my bare hands, go!” I whispered, pushing him out the door.

“I'm hesitating between pizza and sushi. What do you say?” I heard Chungha’s voice call out as I clicked the door shut. I swear my hotel’s door looks like a revolving door.

“I'm fine with both!” I responded, trying to catch my breath. I leaned against the door for a second, pressing my palms to my flushed face, trying to ground myself. My heart was still racing, my skin still burning from his touch, and worst of all—my lips still tingled from the kiss.

What the hell was I doing?

-♥︎-

After many meetings and conferences that we were all forced to sit through, the familiar hum of the office was back—the ringing phones, the clatter of keyboards, the distant murmur of coworkers chatting by the coffee machine. Everything was the same. Except me.

I sat at my desk, blankly staring at my screen. I blinked, trying to focus on the words that are blurring together, but it was no use. I felt like a zombie, just so drained– not just physically, but in a way I couldn’t even describe.

The little magic I once felt at my fingertips was gone. I used to hear it, the universe’s quiet whisper, the way love threaded itself through the world like a melody only I could recognize. But now? Silence.

Jake noticed my changed humor. Of course, he did. He noticed the pile of untouched almonds on my desk that he left on desk, how I poked at my lunch instead of eating it, and how I barely even reacted when Chungha cracked a joke during their break.

Chungha noticed, but she knew I wanted space, so she didn’t push. Everytime i would space out in my thoughts, she would put her hand in mine, kiss my hand ever so lightly before leaving me to it.

I would catch him staring– his brows drawn together in concern. I would frown back at him, feeling my chest bubbling with unreason frustration. I hate this. I hate the way he looks at me like I am slipping through his fingers, like he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. And most of all, I hated how much I felt, how much all of this hurts.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to care this much. I wasn’t supposed to lose this part of myself. And yet, here I am. A complete mess without it.

I decided to go home early, my Boss just waved me off while on the phone, muttering a ‘whatever’ under his breath. If I had strength in me, I would have reacted to his rudeness, but I just quietly walked to my desk. Chungha watched me pack my purse, “heading out?” she asks, her eyes sympathetic.

I weakly smiled back at her, “i will see you on monday, i promise,”

“Lemme walk you home, you look pale,” she said, standing up from her seat and ready to put on her jacket. “No, stay. I will be fine. Plus, I don't know what’s up the Boss’ ass right now, but he won't appreciate both of us leaving,”

Her shoulders slumped down, “alright, as you wish.” she said in defeat, pulling me in a tight hug before letting me leave.

-♥︎-

The knocking at my door stirred me out of my nap. I groaned as I lifted myself off my couch, still in my office clothes. I was so tired that I just collapsed on the couch the moment I walked in. I pulled the thin blanket I used tighter around my shoulders as I made my way to my apartment’s door.

The knock came again—gentle but insistent. I glanced at the clock on my wall, 11:45pm. No way it's Chungha… she would've come by earlier than this hour. My eyes and heart still feel heavy, the nap was not enough. I caught a glimpse of myself in my small hallway mirror, hair poking from every direction, puffy eyes, red face. With a sigh, I unlocked the door and used all the force I had left to open it.

The moment it opened, I froze and my throat dried up.

Jake stood there, holding a basket in one hand and some leftover containers in the other. He was no longer in his office suit, instead he was wearing jeans, a simple shirt and a basketball hat, however his heavy signature Rolex is still on his wrist. His brows knitted together in concern the second he saw my face.

“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat, “I thought you were under the weather, so I made you some beef stew and cookies,” he continued, lifting the leftover containers slightly. I stare at him, and then at the food.

Then, it just hit me all at once as tears filled my eyes. The fact that he’s here trying to fix something he never caused, or the fact he cared so much he cooked me food and dessert, or the fact that I have been unreasonably angry at him, all just made those tears spill over.

“I… I can’t—” my voice broke, “I don’t know how to fix this. Any of this.”

Jake’s face shifted from confusion to alarm the moment he saw my tears. “Y/N,” he murmured, his voice softer but laced with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, set the food down as I let out a choked sob. The amount of crying I have been doing has been leaving my head pounding against my skull.

“Everything. I just…” I trailed off, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. I felt pathetic, to be quite honest. He opened up his arms without hesitation, through my tears, I got closer to him and wrapped my arms around him, steading myself.

“Oh, love…” he sighed after hearing another sob from me, his voice filled with nothing but warmth. Without a word, he guided me inside, shutting the door behind us. After setting the basket on the kitchen’s counter, his eyes landed on me again. I probably looked like hell, from the work clothes to the unkempt hair to the probably smudged makeup.

“Y/N…” his voice comforting but hesitant. “Talk to me.”

My throat tightened, not allowing me to speak. When he saw new tears threatening to come out, Jake inhaled, with a quiet murmur of, “come here,” he led me toward the couch. I didn’t argue. Didn’t think. All of those actions took too much energy. I just simply followed, letting myself collapse next to him on the couch.

The grief of losing a part of my identity, the exhaustion, the feeling of failure, the weight of everything—it all felt heavier than ever. I shifted slightly, curling up and resting my head on his lap. He didn’t flinch or hesitate, his fingers found my back, running slow, soothing circles on it.

After a while, the apartment became calmer, the soft hum of the city could be heard outside my apartment window. Jake’s been quiet ever since, every so often you would only hear my sniffling. I let out a breath I have not realized I was holding.

“I’m no longer a Cupid,” I murmured, eyes staring blankly at the side of the small living room, face pressed up against Jake's chest. “And I don’t know what that means for me.”

Jake hummed thoughtfully, his fingers never stopping their soft movements. “Well,” he said, amusement lacing his voice, “you could always be my retired Cupid.”

I huffed out something close to a laugh. “That sounds exhausting.”

“Nah,” he grinned. “Just means you get to sit back and let me do all the chasing. Nothing new.”

I giggled against his chest, hearing his heartbeat again once my laughter faded. “Can I be honest with you?” I asked hesitantly, looking up at him from my position.

“Always.”

I swallowed hard before I spoke up again, “I was… mad at you for a moment,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “For making me fall for you.”

He blinked, surprised, before suddenly laughing. “Wait—that’s why you were avoiding me? Shit, I thought you regretted the kiss.”

“That’s not the case.” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Jake stared down at me, one brow raised and a smile slowly forming on his lips. I opened my mouth to backtrack, to save myself, but all that came out was a flustered, “I—I mean, it was—you were—”

he let out a full, warm laugh. “Oh my god,” I groaned, immediately burying my face back into his chest “I hate you.”

“You enjoyed it,” he repeated, smug now.

“Stop talking.” I whined, my voice muffled against his own laughter.

-♥︎-

I walked into the office the next morning, my shoulders feeling much lighter. A warm smile spreads across my face as I greet my coworkers, noticing a slight rosiness in my cheeks. The bounce in my steps slowed down when I noticed a large bouquet on my office desk.

“Always a special delivery for the Miss…” Chungha said, the bouquet completely blocked me from seeing her. I snorted a laugh at her comment before I stepped closer to the bouquet. I ran my fingers ever so slight over the soft petals of the pink roses, my heart doing an embarrassing little flip as I spotted a note tucked between them. Carefully, I unfolded the small card.

For my retired Cupid.

Unsigned. I huffed sharply with a smile, a mix of amusement and something warmer blooming in my chest. Instinctively, my gaze flickered upward—to the glass walls of his office. And, of course, he was already looking at me, probably saw my whole reaction.

Jake didn’t even pretend to be subtle. His chin rested on his hand, smiling and eyes glistening with that same familiar puppy love. I rolled my eyes, a smile still on my lips, I pulled out my phone.

“For someone no longer under Cupid’s influence, you’re really not acting like it.” - “Me”, Delivered 30 sec ago

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⠂☆ Vi SFW & NSFW HCs

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ tws/content warnings: nsfw towards the end :) not rlly proofread, a bit more modern au, lowercase intended

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ a/n: I’m still working on the story I wanted to post today but I wanted to put something out. so here are a little bit of my vi head cannons! this is lightly proofread with no organization tbh :>

☆ SFW/NSFW MIX

˚. starting off very in it, she worships you and the very soil you walk on. she will quite literally do whatever you say with no questions asked, but of course you don’t take advantage of that

˚. she does in fact snore. nothing crazy heavy and loud. just a light snore with some heavy breathing.

˚. she isn’t the best at regulating her emotions. she is very shamelessly vulnerable with her partner, and she loves being safe enough to feel small sometimes.

˚. she is a very light sleeper. any sense of movement and her eyes slightly open to ensure you’re fine. If so, she goes right back to sleep like nothing. will not move at all, and honestly it concerns you. she has to be sleeping on or near you. if you move away from her, she goes right back.

˚. baby needs so much love. she is a sucker for being babied. wash her hair in the shower, make her little snacks, smushing her cheeks and kissing her nose, tucking her in, and kissing her forehead. call her baby and she’s done for. she will never admit, but you can see it in the way her cheeks turn a warm peachy pink when you baby her. she loves reciprocation, so you can bet you’ll get the same exact love and treatment back

˚. she gets pretty frequent nightmares. she’ll panic inside until she realizes you are asleep next to her, then she’s rolled up into you

˚. loves being both big and little spoon

˚. Is in love with you and everything you do. she will sit and listen to you talk for hours about anything. while you talk, she admires you. the way you move, your voice, how every syllable slips from your lips like honey. she feels so woozy and intoxicated when she is with you. you wipe her off her toes by simply breathing in her direction

˚. she listens so well. you stare at a new game or a nice jacket for too long and you’ll have it by the end of the week. mention how you’ve been craving anything and she’ll have it cooked for you and fresh or ready for take out

˚. she is actually very smart (makes me sad some people call her stupid). she enjoys learning new things but she does get a bit impatient. although it does seem like she jumps into her fights head first, she has strategy and technique.

˚. she is pretty tech savvy. Jinx and Ekko taught her a lot of what she knows. (I do hc that jinx is very tech savvy and into computer software :p).

˚. she always tells you that she loves you. she just wants you to stay aware of how much you mean to her. when you’re both off at work, she ends up always missing you tremendously. she wakes up dreading the moment you both seperate in the morning. you can definitely expect her to blow up your phone with cute messages and comments about her day when she can.

˚. I indeed hc that she has a staring problem. she’s just intrigued easily by little things. she analyzes and is never sure when to look away. she stares at you. A LOT. she admires every single thing about you. every quality, every imperfection, all of it.

˚. very observant and attentive

˚. terrible road rage. she definitely puts up that middle finger and spits profanities

˚. so headstrong and can be very stubborn

˚. follows you everywhereeee. she can’t help it, she loves you so much and just wants you to be right there. she decides stops to following you one day, because she feels as if she’s being annoying. you both were watching movies. kissing her cheek, you stood up. she flexed for a moment, forgetting her plan. halfway down the hall, you noticed you couldn’t feel her right on your tail. when she wasn’t there, you walked back to the living room. she was sitting on the couch with her head down, like a sad puppy. “come here, baby”, was all you said before she jumped up, running to follow you. In truth, you loved it (she’s so puppy coded)

˚. she does talk with her mouth open out of habit. she does it in public when she has to say something.

˚. I believe that she isn’t picky BUT she does like to critique food. she is a food critic and will be honest with you. she is not the greatest cook but she loves to learn and try. she hasn’t dissatisfied you with a dish yet :p

˚. very protective but she knows you can protect yourself. that doesn’t matter though, it won’t change the fact that she is a protector

˚. she is always there for you always, will straight up leave work or anything to be with you if you’re having a bad day

˚. she isn’t the best with wording how she feels but she shows everything through her actions

˚. will defend you in anything, even if you are wrong. she is the defend you in public, correct you in private type

˚. she is an over thinker and does need reassurance sometimes. she is afraid to lose you in any way, but struggles to reassure herself that you aren’t going anywhere.

˚. she actually begs you to get the vi tat on your hip. when you do, she’ll get something that resembles you or your initials on hers

˚. she is so funny actually. she will have you falling over laughing with a shit eating grin on her face. when you both laugh together * chefs kiss *. her laugh is so cute. she does cackle and react with her body when she’s really into it. does in fact think brain rot shit like rizz and skibidi is funny

˚. very very helpful. she can also build shit. bob the builder lesbian fr. truly such a sweetheart and will do anything to help around the apartment you share

˚. she loves video games, choice horror and lore games are her favorite

˚. she is a bit messy, will leave her clothes on the floor and forgets to put her dishes in the sink. she just forgets to clean up after herself sometimes (as we all do honestly)

˚. tends to eat fast because she never knew when she’d eat growing up. It’s just one of her many habits in adulthood. she always makes sure that you have food to eat before she does. just like she did for all of her siblings growing up. she is a nurturer at heart

˚. physical touch is a HUGE love language for her. She loves skin to skin. Quality time is also one of her biggest. has got to be near you or at least have you in her eyesight, but she can respect your personal space.

˚. get jealous easily but she isn’t toxic about it. she’s used to everything being taken from her

˚. has a very gentle touch despite being how strong she is

˚. she can sing. she plays with your hair and sings softly n your neck when you’re sleepy

˚. huge softie. she tends to portray herself as tough, (and of course she is) but she is truly a teddy bear at heart.

˚. best person ever to chill out with. days where you’re both off work, lazy, and watching horror movies, eating, and playing games all day >>>> she’s down for anything honestly. she makes everything so fun and she is such a light to be around. she has her moments as we all do but you’re her partner and you’re there when she needs you

˚. she can be very annoying (i love ittt). can be pretty loud and constantly makes stupid jokes at the worst times.

˚. type who teases the fuck out of you constantly but when you tease her back, she gets so flustered. you both get huge boosts of confidence with each other and will flirt back and forth. It always ends with your eyes in the back of your head and her face between your legs.

˚. you worship her tattoos and kiss her along them all the time. breathing and kissing her neck while dragging your fingertips down the big one on her back. kiss her down it grrrrrr. makes her weak

˚. eats you out like a mad mann. depends on how eager she is but she usually has a method. she puts work into it every time, pleasure for you is pleasure for her. the way she holds you during it, you’re so important to her. your comfort is everything. she’s either the crazy in it type or the brutally slow but you can feel every single swipe and curl of her tongue type. rub her undercut and play with her hair >>>>>> she definitely moans when she’s eating you out

˚. she’s got so much energy and stamina. will have you bent and taking it every which way for hoursss

˚. Is such a good kisser. she is the ‘eat you whole’ type kisser. wants every part of your body on hers when you’re kissing. her hands stay up and down your body. will grab you by the back of your hair, hold your face gently, and guide your mouth into hers. soul connection type makeouts 24/7. always stops to look at you as you’re both panting, admiring each other

˚. grabs your face and makes you look at her when she fingers you. and she’s so good with it too. it’s so hard to maintain eye contact with her, because she makes you nervous. feeling your vision fade in and out because of how good it feels. “look at me” makes you feel things you thought you’d never

˚. she has nipple piercings (canonnnnnnnnn)

˚. she is a moaner and pretty vocal, they’re so soft and smooth coming from her heart shaped lips.

˚. she dirty talks so bad. she’ll have you feeling disgustinnggg afterwards

˚. her body is so warm and soft honestly, those bandages save her from a lot of the scruff she’d get.

˚. seeing her soft pink hair laid everywhere on the bed as you lay between her legs. her pussy melts in your mouth like honey butter and the sounds she makes>>>>

˚. a switch. lovesss to have you between her legs. to keep it quick, everything is messy, and nothing is ever boring with her

˚. she is a very loving and supportive partner

a/n: hope you liked! <3

#vi arcane #vi x fem reader #arcane vi #caitvi #vi x reader #arcane #vi smut #vi x you #league of lesbians #league of legends #cinmntstwrites✮⋆˙

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covenofagatha · 4 months ago

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Four times Agatha fails at cockwarming (and one time she doesn't)

The fourth attempt (based on this brainworm)

Word count: 5k

Warnings: agatha has a penis, restraints (on Agatha), breeding kink, jealousy, edging, orgasm denial, mommy kink, rio's a little annoying, think this is all?

The moment Agatha opens the door to the Westview Event Center for you, you immediately spot Rio’s head snap to look in your direction and you roll your eyes.

There is obviously nothing to worry about—Agatha would never and you trust her completely, but you still think it’s pathetic how Rio throws herself at your wife over and over again.

It really doesn't bother you as much as you act like it does, but you get a thrill out of how much Agatha overcompensates in her defense that her and Rio have nothing going on. It always ends up with her cock in your cunt as she tells you how much she loves you with every thrust.

“Did you look at the auction list I sent you?” Agatha asks. You turn to look at her and take in her silky purple blouse with buttons all the way down tucked into a perfectly-fitting, long, navy skirt. Her black heels tie together the outfit and there’s a glow from her pale skin that compliments her bright blue eyes.

You reach out and coil a strand of her loose, dark hair around your finger. “I did, but I didn’t see you on there.” You mockingly pout and she laughs before patting your chin.

“You don’t have to bid on me, honey, my heart already belongs to you,” she says sweetly and you snort.

“Not for me,” you say and lean in teasingly. “For Rio. I’m sure she’d jump at the chance to win a date with you.”

Agatha gives you an exasperated look and you wink before sashaying away to the hors d'oeuvres table. She follows you and picks the flatbread slice right out of your hand before sinking her teeth into it.

“You’re really going to start with Rio? We just got here,” she sighs through her chewing.

“And yet, she’s already coming over here,” you say dramatically and tilt your head to the left of the two of you, where the biology teacher is in fact making her way over.

Agatha confirms this with a quick glance and sighs before reaching out to lay a hand on your arm. “I’m sure it’s just about the assembly or something for next week. Why don’t you go bid on a few items, get something to drink, and I’ll catch up with you later? I promise I’ll get away from her as fast as I can.”

You hum in disbelief and don’t move. Rio saunters up to you, hazel eyes flicking back and forth smugly between you and Agatha. She’s wearing a green suit and you had to admit that she pulls it off rather well. Her shorter dark hair is straight and falls to just below her shoulders with two small braids that connect in the back.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says, not sounding apologetic in the least, “Agatha, could I steal you for a second? Tony talked to Nick about getting more of a budget for the computer lab.” Her voice drops to a whisper at the last part like she doesn't want you to hear it and you almost roll your eyes. Agatha told you about this last week.

Your wife peeks at you like she’s asking for approval and you wave a hand dismissively. “Go talk about this top-secret development that no one outside of Westview Prep teachers can know about.”

Agatha smirks and Rio’s nostrils flare, annoyed at your sarcasm, before taking Agatha by the arm and pulling her away.

Left alone, like you knew you would be, you grab a plate of finger food and find a table to slump against. You reproachfully watch Agatha and Rio talking in a corner, your wife gesturing wildly, and you can’t help but feel a sting of jealousy.

“Where’s your other half?” a woman asks, sidling up next to you. You turn to find Wanda standing there, green eyes and red hair complimented by the long gray dress she’s wearing.

You point at Agatha and roll your eyes. You and the English teacher have become close and she knows that Rio gets on your nerves.

“With her work-wife already?” Wanda sighs and you choke on saliva, eyes bulging.

“Her what?”

Wanda grimaces. “In the staff meetings, Rio likes to refer to Agatha as that. Just an inside joke because they sit next to each other at lunch. I’ll tell you as many times as I need to, Agatha does not like her. You should see her every time someone brings you up—god, if someone talked about me the way that woman talks about you? That’s my dream. She loves you very much.”

Your cheeks heat up but your heart swoons. “Thanks.”

Agatha and Rio finally walk back over to join you and Wanda and you visibly perk up. Agatha wraps a hand around your waist so she can pull you to her and kiss your head. You lean into it happily.

“Could I steal you for a second?” you whisper, parroting Rio from earlier and it’s not missed on Agatha. “I want to bid on things.”

Agatha laughs and excuses both of you and Rio’s eyes are tinged with annoyance but she doesn’t say anything.

You drag Agatha from table to table, browsing the options. There’s a boat trip you can bid on, there’s a stainless steel grill, there’s a flatscreen television with an entertainment center, there’s signed copies of books—almost anything you can think of.

Unfortunately, other people have started bidding and the numbers are already higher than anything you’d want to pay so you settle for buying fifty dollars worth of tickets for the raffle, which is an all-expenses paid, one week vacation in Greece for two.

“Fancy a romantic getaway?” you ask while dropping in your tickets to the slot box and shaking it so hopefully you’ll get lucky.

Agatha watches you amusedly. “Think there’s a nude beach?”

The question goes straight to your cunt and fuck, now you can’t think about anything else besides you and her, walking hand-in-hand down a sandy beach in Greece, wearing absolutely nothing. Sitting together under an umbrella, her cock hard and your pussy wet from rubbing in sunscreen on each other. Waiting until it gets dark and everyone else leaves before she fucks you right then and there after being tortured all day.

She’s thinking about it, too, if the slight tent in her pants is any indication.

“Is that for me or for Rio?” you murmur with a smirk.

Agatha snorts before as casually as possible, tapping your ass. “Jealousy is rather unbecoming on you, honey.”

You shrug unaffected. “Don’t pretend you don’t like when I ‘be-coming’ on you.”

“Oh my god,” she says, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head, while you laugh at your immature joke.

The headmaster from Agatha’s school steps up to the podium at the front of the room and announces that prizes will be announced shortly so everyone should make their way back to their tables. Agatha takes your hand, squeezes it, and walks you back to the table with Rio and Wanda.

“Find anything good?” Wanda asks you. Rio and Agatha dive into a conversation right off the bat and you try to ignore them and focus on the English teacher.

“I put over fifty tickets into the raffle for Greece. I didn’t bid on anything because the offers were crazy. Someone put like two-thousand dollars on the grill. Clearly they don’t know the wonders of an airfryer.”

Wanda chuckles. “I’m sure that was Dottie.” She nods over to a tall, slender woman with perfectly coiffed blonde hair and a lime green dress on. “Probably wants to get it for her husband in hopes it’ll keep his attention on her for one night.”

Your mouth drops dramatically and you cover it with your hand. There’s something about other people’s drama that is so enticing and you can’t wait to talk to Agatha about it later.

Agatha, who is now casually resting a hand on Rio’s bicep as she says something. Your nose twitches.

“Hello and welcome to the sixty-fourth annual gala for Westview Prep!” the headmaster says loudly into the microphone and everyone winces at the static. Agatha takes her hand off Rio’s arm and you finally focus your attention on the podium. “Thank you all for coming and we’ve got some really fun prizes to give out, courtesy of the parents. Let’s give them a round of applause!”

Clapping breaks out and Rio leans over to whisper something in Agatha’s ear, hand on her elbow. Agatha laughs and nods.

You cannot wait until you get home so you can show Agatha exactly who she belongs to.

The headmaster begins rattling off the winners of the auction. Sure enough, Dottie wins the grill and you catch Wanda’s eye with a grin. Dottie squeals and gives the man next to her a kiss on the cheek, a short, stout man with a beer belly.

Your nose wrinkles in disgust. “He’s cheating on her?”

Wanda raises her shoulders. “I’ve heard some rumors. He’s always at a bar and doesn’t come home until morning. Won’t tell her where he’s been.”

Frowning, you realize that Agatha’s been staring at you and Wanda. You raise an eyebrow and she blows you a kiss. You return the gesture and she turns back to the front, satisfied. You keep clapping, now almost completely zoned out as the rest of the auction items are sold, and you’re only vaguely aware of Agatha and Rio chattering in your periphery.

“All right, and now we’ve arrived at the most anticipated item of the night,” the headmaster says and you perk up. “The seven night stay at an all-inclusive resort on the shore of Mykonos!”

He reaches into the box with the tickets and a hush falls over the room as he fishes around for the winner. You hold your breath and feel Agatha’s eyes on you. Even if you don’t win, you’ll still find a way to convince her to take you to Europe.

Luckily, you don’t have to worry about that because he calls your name and you squeal with excitement. You pull Agatha by the arm and smash your lips onto hers, feeling her grin matching yours, before running up to shake the headmaster’s hand and get the certificate.

You pose for a picture and your smile falters when you see Agatha and Rio huddled together, your wife’s hand on her waist and Rio’s on Agatha’s arm. It’s nothing more than a casual touch—you logically know that.

But the need to remind Agatha that she’s yours is burning your skin and you barely register the headmaster congratulating you again.

Like you’re on a mission, you storm back to your table where everyone awaits you with happy faces.

“I can’t believe we’re going to Greece!” Agatha exclaims.

“I am so jealous and please take me with you,” Wanda croons.

Rio meets your stare with her own raised eyebrow. “Such a romantic place,” she drawls, reaching over to pat Agatha on the back, and you glower before grabbing your wife’s hand.

“We need to go,” you say, providing no explanation at all. Agatha has only a second to glance at her fellow teachers with a confused look before you’re leading her out of the venue and to the car.

You reach into Agatha’s pocket and grab the keys, taking extra care to roughly brush her cock through the inside fabric, and she hisses. You slide into the driver’s seat because you’re sure she’d stall the car until you tell her what’s going on and the only thing you need right now is to get her home.

“We won a trip to Greece and you’re throwing a temper tantrum?” she asks lightly and you scoff. She sombers. “Baby, you don’t need to be jealous, okay?”

“I’m not jealous,” you say, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “I just want to make sure you know you’re mine.”

Agatha lays her hand on your shoulder before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Honey, of course I know. I’m all yours, just like you’re all mine.”

You sneak a peek at her to find her staring at you earnestly. Your mouth flattens into a serious line. “That’s right. And if Rio goes anywhere near your cock, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing she ever does.”

She hums. “You’re hot when you’re feisty.”

“I’m just possessive over what’s mine. Like your cock,” you say casually and she sucks in a deep breath. “I’m the only one who gets to touch it, to taste it, to fuck it. I’m the only one who gets to drive you crazy with need.”

Agatha whimpers and a quick glance down at her lap confirms that she’s half-hard, just from your words that barely say anything. You bite back a smirk. Maybe, to teach her a lesson, you’ll cockwarm her. But instead of it being a punishment for you…you wonder how easy it’ll be to get her to come despite you telling her she’s not allowed. How easy it’ll be to get her to lose control.

You rest a hand over the center console on Agatha’s thigh, feeling her muscle tense underneath you. You’re about five minutes from home as you begin to slowly drag your fingertips up and down the expanse of her covered leg while she grips the door. Each time, you get closer to the tip of her cock and there’s a small darkened spot from her precum.

As you pull into the driveway of your house, her cock is visibly at full hardness and she’s flushed when you look at her with a smug smile.

“Shall we?” you ask, turning off the car. Agatha nods quickly and frantically pushes open the door before walking up the driveway.

You take your time, knowing you have the house keys and wanting to draw out the moment a bit more. Agatha taps her foot impatiently by the front door while you’re in no hurry to check the mail from the box at the end of the driveway and then shuffle through it on your way to her.

She kicks off her heels the moment she gets into the house and you slide your own shoes off. She heads toward the kitchen, surely for a drink, but you clear your throat.

“Upstairs,” you say firmly, easily slipping into your role.

Agatha smirks, bemused by your little attempt to be in control. “Yes, ma’am,” she mockingly salutes.

You don’t respond and lead her upstairs, right to your bedroom. “Get on the bed,” you order.”

Your wife flops down onto the center of the duvet and watches you carefully as you walk over to the vanity and slowly take your jewelry off. Your eyes flick up every now and then to meet her gaze in the mirror. There’s wetness starting to pool in your underwear from the anticipation of what’s coming next and your hands tremble when you unclasp your bracelet.

“You know,” you start conversationally, “I don’t even really mind that Rio likes you.”

Agatha arches an eyebrow as you turn around and begin to saunter toward her. “Oh?” she prompts levelly.

You shake your head and open the top drawer to the nightstand on her side of the bed, pulling out two purple silk restraints. Your cheeks heat up at the many memories of her using them on you and you hunger for the chance to turn the tables.

“She can do whatever she wants and I can’t blame her for wanting you. I mean—” you pause and rake your eyes over your wife’s body, enjoying the way her cock twitches in her pants. “—you’re so fucking hot.”

Agatha blushes and rolls her eyes. “Look who’s talking.”

You smile genuinely before getting onto the bed and pulling her right arm to the side and up before tying her wrist to the banister.

“Is this okay?” you murmur and she flexes experimentally to show you that it’s not too tight and you feel confident enough to move to the next one

Instead of getting up and walking around, you slide a leg over her body and very sensually grind against her covered cock before moving your other leg over and taking hold of her left arm.

“It’s the fact that you reciprocate. So now,” you sigh like it’s a burden, “I have to fuck her out of your head.”

“I wasn’t even flirting with her,” Agatha argues and you roll your eyes, finishing the knot to tie her left hand to the bed bannister.

“Really? Because it sure looked like it. Her hand on your arm, yours on her waist. I saw the way she was looking at you. Her work-wife,” you retort, a little surprised by how upset your voice sounds.

Agatha scoffs and strains against the ties. “She was being friendly—and so was I! Look, Rio’s always like that, but it means nothing. The work-wife thing is a joke. People say that all the time about coworkers they’re close to. Honey, you and I are married. I love you. I wouldn’t even consider it.”

You ignore her and unbutton her shirt all the way down before unhooking the front clasp on her black bra and letting her tits out. You roughly pinch a rosy nipple and her hips buck. She lifts her ass off the bed to help you slide her skirt and underwear off, and even though you’re in the middle of a disagreement, her cock is hard.

“Guess you like the thought of me punishing you, hm?” you mock before raising an eyebrow. You climb off the bed and peel your dress over your head, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. Agatha whimpers. “Unless this is for Rio?”

Agatha furiously shakes her head. “It’s not—baby, I promise. It’s all for you. Mommy only wants your cunt.”

Musing on the sentiment, you kneel back on the bed and drag a finger along the underside of her cock before spanking it gently. She groans like she’s been wounded but her dick spits out another strand of precum.

And to make matters worse for her, Agatha’s phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. She looks over and you both see the contact at the same time—her face gets even paler.

“Why the fuck,” you say slowly, moving off the bed to pick it up and holding it up to her, “is Rio calling you?”

She babbles something about lesson plans and how Rio’s probably just calling to check in about the upcoming week but you cut her off by straddling her thigh and pressing her vibrating phone against her cock. Agatha moans loudly and pulls against the restraints so hard you think she might have marks after. You watch with satisfaction as she writhes around on the bed from the stimulation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, honey—honey, please,” she chants, the veins along her length blue and prominent. You can see her throb as more precum oozes out of her tip and down her cock and her toes curl.

You wonder if Rio will keep trying. “Do you want me to answer it, mommy? So she can hear how desperate you are for me, and only me? So she can hear how I’m the only one who can fuck this cock?”

Agatha makes a sound and you press her phone against her even harder.

The headboard creaks with how much effort she’s pulling against the restraints with.

A loud whine rips itself from her throat and you get a thrill of sick pleasure and grind down against her muscle. You moan loudly, the pressure on your clit affecting you more than you thought it would, and Agatha pulls at the restraints again.

“I can fucking feel how wet you are,” she chokes out in awe and you dip beneath the hem of your panties to quickly swipe through your folds. She leans forward automatically and you offer her your fingers—she eagerly starts to lap at them while whining from the vibrations still on her cock.

Her phone finally goes silent and she lets out a long sigh of relief, her cock still twitching with phantom vibrations. You watch the screen with bated breath, hoping that Rio calls back.

Much to your dismay, she doesn’t and you toss the phone to the other side of the bed. Agatha is trembling, cock spitting out more precum, eyes wide and pitiful.

“That’s the only time Rio will ever touch your cock,” you say triumphantly. Agatha nods before slumping back against the pillows.

“Please, baby,” she whispers hoarsely, thrusting her hips up weakly, and when you shift, you can feel how much of your slick is now on her leg. “I need you. I need to feel you.”

You hum and give her cock a quick stroke, watching her face contort with pleasure. “You’ve come such a long way,” you coo and she grits her teeth.

“Didn’t you say you were going to fuck me?” Her voice is taut and you smirk wickedly at her attempt to boss you around, even when she’s tied up.

Shrugging noncommittally, you crawl up until you’re straddling her waist, reach down under your dripping cunt to pull your panties to the side, and grab onto her tip. Agatha keens and you hold her still as you begin to slowly grind along her length. She hisses and you can’t help from moaning as you tease your clit.

“Please, honey, I need—”

She’s cut off by you angling her cock straight up and your wet, hot cunt enveloping her. You let out a loud gasp as your walls stretch around her and her hips buck into you because she can’t stay still.

Agatha throbs inside you and strains against the silk ties. “Baby, mommy needs you so bad, please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

You clench around her and she lets out a guttural groan. “No moving, mommy. That’s what you get. And you are not allowed to come before I do.” She whines pitifully and you get a rush of endorphins from how easy it is to reduce your wife, who rarely relinquishes control, to this.

She pulses again when you reach behind you to unclasp your bra and she gasps when you slide it down your arms and your breasts are free. You can practically see her salivating and you repress a breathless chuckle when her mouth drops open as you pinch your nipple and rock forward.

“Mm, feels so good,” you say sensually, squeezing your tit and starting to gently rut back and forth on her cock. Agatha pants desperately, a trickle of drool slipping out the corner of her mouth. “Wish you were touching me, mommy.”

Agatha keens and pulls harder against her restraints and even though she’s already inside you, you’re aching for her. You reach down with your other hand to rub at your clit while you roll your nipple and then switch to the other one. She bites her lip hard when she feels you getting wetter at your fingers’ administrations.

“Please, let me touch you, I wanna touch you,” she babbles quietly, almost in awe as you slowly lift up until only her tip remains in you before sitting back down. Your wetness squelches.

You pout mockingly. “You say that, but it seems like you’d prefer Rio.”

She opens her mouth to retort but you grind against her before beginning to lazily ride her and no sounds come out from her. Her cock twitches and almost expands—is she about to come already? Her face is red, her hair is a mess, and her eyes are glazed over. You can feel how tight her muscles are and she gives in and thrusts her hips up, screwing her eyes shut and her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“You feel so good, mommy, you fill me up so good,” you rasp and she sobs, hips jumping up again. “I’m so full—so full with you, fuck mommy, love it so much, love you so much.”

“Please, please,” she says frantically and you move up and down on her cock faster, “baby, I need you, I’m gonna—fuck—please stop teasing, I can’t—”

She’s about to explode, you can feel it, but instead of giving her what she needs, you freeze. Agatha grunts painfully, a hair away from her orgasm and denied, and she looks like she might cry. Her legs shift to try and reposition herself to get a better angle and she begins trying her hardest to fuck you.

You dig your nails into her stomach and she hisses. “Uh uh, mommy,” you tut. “No moving. I think…I think because Rio stole you away from me again and because of the way you were touching her—oh! And for the ‘work-wife’ comment, I’m going to edge you three times. That was one.”

The sound that rips itself out of Agatha’s mouth is one that almost makes you feel bad for what you’re doing. But there’s a gleam in her eye that says she doesn’t completely dislike what you’re doing, and that’s enough.

You start to move again, playing with your tits and clenching around her randomly, and she’s reduced to begging much quicker. You trail a finger down her sternum and then her stomach and you lift yourself up about halfway off her cock and ghost over her base.

“You’re a little worked up, aren’t you?” you croon and she makes a muffled sound. You spell out your name with your finger on her glistening cock and she bucks uncontrollably. “Is this all for me, mommy? What’s got you so turned on?”

She twists her hands in the restraints, desperate to get out and touch you, to fuck you. “You better wait, just wait until you let me out, I’m going to spank you until it hurts to sit down for a week, I’m going to punish you so hard, baby girl,” she mumbles rather incoherently and you laugh sweetly.

Agatha throbs when you sit back down on her and you can’t deny the burning inside your core. Her sounds, the way she’s so needy for you, is making your skin vibrate and you clench tightly around her.

She throws her head back, hair sprawled everywhere, and she whines again. “I can’t wait to fill you up, baby, gonna breed you so good, my cum’s gonna be leaking out from that cunt all over this house,” she prattles, trying a different approach. It almost works—your rhythm falters and your clit pulses and your toes curl but you shake your head breathlessly and keep riding her.

“God, you feel so good inside me,” you moan and you can see the frenzy that works her into.

It doesn’t take long to bring her back to the edge with your clenching and movements and gasps and she is a fucking mess beneath you. You can see how hard she’s trying to obey your rules but she pulses inside you and her abdomen flexes and her hips lift. You can feel your cunt leaking with a mixture of your wetness and her precum.

“I’m gonna—fuck, baby—mommy needs to come,” she cries and you stop again reluctantly because your own orgasm is building up. You can feel her aching against every ridge in your pussy, her heat is radiating, and it’s too good that you don’t know if you can make it one more time.

Agatha groans in frustration and your walls spasm. Her cock is still twitching inside you and you think her lip might be bleeding from how hard she’s biting it.

“Just one more time, mommy, and then you can come,” you say reassuringly and begin shakily grinding back and forth. She whimpers, writhing in sweet agony beneath you, and it seems like so long ago that you were mad about Rio.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she chants, furiously shaking her head. You can see the knots on the restraints becoming looser and it’s only a matter of time until she’s free, so you start bouncing up and down.

“You’re mine,” you say with a biting tone, “all fucking mine.”

Before either of you knows what’s happening, Agatha gasps painfully, her breath hitching, her cock twitching, and she stiffens before you feel warmth spreading in your cunt.

You don’t even have time to admonish her because she finally slips her left hand out of the rope, reaches down and collects her seed that’s now leaking out of you, and shoves two fingers into your mouth. You let out a surprised moan and begin lapping at her, moaning at the taste, while she ruts into you urgently.

“I’m all yours, honey, fuck—you’re so full of me, I’m breeding you so good,” she grunts and even though her thrusts are slowing down and you can feel her cock softening, your walls convulse and it only takes a press of your thumb against your clit before you come, garbling around her fingers, pleasure exploding through your body.

Agatha pats your hip when you finally come down from your high and you lift up slightly so that she slips out of you, along with globs of the mixture of your fluids. You wince at the feeling and move gingerly off of her and flop on the bed next to her.

“You broke both of my rules,” you say, even though you’re not mad in the slightest.

Agatha laughs giddily and shrugs.

You shake your head. “Maybe one day. I was supposed to edge you one more time, too. God, you really just can’t help yourself, can you?”

She wrinkles her nose at your teasing before leaning over to kiss you. “I’ll make it up to you in Greece.”

You hum and nod to yourself, satisfied. The moment you’re able to get out of bed, you’re going to start planning the trip.

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kinda-indecisive · 5 months ago

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.⋅ ˚̣✧ :–⭒ Lingering Affections pt. II⭒–:✧ ˚̣⋅ .

How I imagine the guys would react to you (MC) surprising them with a kiss that lingers a bit longer than expected. Caleb's was a little more angsty than I meant, but he's just so angst-coded!

Part 2: The Zayne, Sylus and Caleb Edition!

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Zayne

Continuing to pout, you hold on as he rolls your office chair toward him.

“Don’t be a meanie,” you sulk, as if the doctor had personally offended you and not the random cat from the video you two had been watching.

“I was hardly being a ‘meanie’ and merely stated a fact. That cat couldn’t manage the jump onto the counter because it was too fat,” he reiterates. You continue to keep your back to him and he chuckles, pushing your hair away from your neck and laying his chin on your shoulder, “But I never said it wasn’t cute.”

You snort, then laugh, eagerly reaching back. You feel the corner of his mouth raise in a soft smile as he presses his cheek to your palm.

His voice is a hum when he speaks, “Thank you for today’s lunch.”

“You deserve it.”

The statement is obvious whether you’re taking today’s actions into account or not. Zayne is a paragon of everything a doctor should be.

Today’s example? He had to postpone your original lunch plans because of a new patient of his. The man had undergone a big procedure and Zayne didn’t want to leave the hospital in case there was an emergency or if there was something else that prevented the patient from getting adjusted while he was out.

Hearing his reason for canceling, you decided to bring lunch to him, happy to spend any time with him, even if it meant he’d be called away at any minute.

As fate would have it, the patient is well and Zayne wasn’t needed, therefore you two have been able to enjoy an entire lunch together, giggling over silly videos on your phone and chatting about the trip you are planning for next month when things are supposed to be little less busy at the hospital.

You’re in such a good mood, you don’t even mind that the end of his lunch break is looming ever nearer.

The casual thought makes you check the time and Zayne tenses in surprise when you shoot up straight in your chair.

“Is everything alright?” he inquires, concern lacing his voice as he watches you stand.

“I’m late! I didn’t realize your lunch break was over. I told Jenna I’d have that report in before 4 and I’m not exactly close to finishing it,” you frown, wondering what compelled you to empty nearly all the contents of your bag in Zayne’s office during your visit.

While helping you get yourself in order, he offers, “I’m sure there’s a computer here in the hospital you could use. Even mine, if it’s that important.”

“I would, but I left the paperwork related to the report on my desk back at the Association. I wouldn’t be able to complete it without referencing it and I can’t reference it if I don’t have it on me.”

“I would offer to drive you--” he begins and you cut him off, touching his forearm.

“You have work to do,” you reassure, “I promise, I’ll be fine.”

“Let me call you a cab,” he suggests, “Otherwise you’ll be exhausted from running back to the Association and pass out at your desk before getting anything done.”

You accept his offer only because he has a point. You begin to open the door before suddenly turning on your heel. Zayne has his phone in hand and stops abruptly, having intended to escort you out.

“Is there something else?” he asks, a small frown between his eyebrows.

You stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, then quickly change your mind to find his lips instead.

He is by no means a stranger to your kisses these days, but the suddenness of this one takes him by surprise and he tenses for a split second before sighing softly and hooking a finger under your chin, his other arm closing around your waist as he draws you closer.

When you two part, he looks at you with those piercing eyes turned soft from your lingering affections.

“What was that for?” he asks, his voice only slightly teasing.

“I enjoyed our date today, Dr. Zayne.”

“Well… I’m glad.”

Sylus

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This is supposed to be a quick trip. Your role is to attend the auction like normal while Sylus shakes down some big, bad bosses upstairs using intimidation tactics that only he is capable of. It’s a typical mission you’ve done with Sylus over a hundred times now. However, from the second you arrived at today’s auction, you found yourself growing more and more agitated.

You’re used to the looks of others as you and Sylus walk together. A man with his presence is hard to miss; not to mention that he just so happens to be one of, if not the most attractive men anyone here has ever seen in their entire lives. So of course people are going to look. But that doesn’t explain why it’s really getting on your nerves today.

“You’ve gone quiet on me. Is everything alright?” Sylus asks, that teasing tone in his voice, though he fails to hide the gentle concern in his eyes.

“Everything’s fine, Sy,” you reassure, then gesture toward the crowd, “Didn’t you say I’d be handling things down here at the auction while you took care of business upstairs?”

You stop walking and turn to look up at him. At the corner of your eye, you register movement and, for the faintest of seconds, you make eye contact with one of the women who has been watching Sylus with a keen interest. As a matter of fact, this woman had been outside on the balcony when the two of you arrived and must have come in intending to intercept and introduce herself.

Or it could be a coincidence.

When her eyes land on Sylus again, seeming to appraise the width of his aggravatingly broad shoulders, you are certain it’s no mere coincidence.

“...again. Are you certain you’re up to doing this tonight?” he asks with a deep frown and you realize you had accidentally blocked out what he was saying. It’s not hard to guess, though.

“I’m perfectly alright,” you insist, “You go. We’ll do everything as planned and then go home, right?”

You feel a little guilty for the way he looks at you right now, concern etched into the corners of his deep, crimson eyes. After a long moment, he sighs.

“Alright, we’ll stick to the plan,” he says, thoughtlessly brushing off jacket sleeve, “Though you’ll tell me instantly if something’s wrong.”

It’s a command, not a suggestion, and you nod with an innocent smile.

He regards you for another second before leaning down and pressing a quick, departing kiss on your cheek.

This is your chance! Seeing the silhouette of the same woman looming ever nearer, you drape your arms around his shoulders before he straightens up and bring your lips to his.

Warmth fills you from head to toe and you feel his heavy hand hesitate for no more than a second before landing delicately against your waist.

You linger, but not too long. Just enough, however, to feel his shoulders soften beneath your forearms.

When you lean back, he opens his eyes, looking at you through heavy lids that make your stomach flip. After a second of collecting himself, he speaks, his voice coming from even deeper in his chest than usual.

“Now I know for certain that you’re up to something…” he purrs.

Still a little warm in the face yourself, you admit in a small voice, “She wouldn’t take her eyes off you. Or didn’t you notice?”

His eyebrows raise ever so slightly, the concern disappearing from his features instantly, only to be replaced by his usual humored, smug little smile.

“Who is there to notice, sweetie? You’re the only other person who exists in the entire Universe,” he hums, bringing his fingertips to the side of your face with feather-light touches, “Although…”

“Although…?” you question, putting a gentle warning in your voice that he acknowledges with a soft chuckle.

“Although I like the idea of you staking your claim on what’s yours, kitten,” he says, straightening up as you watch the woman turn away as if she’d merely taken the wrong turn, “And I like the idea of being indisputably yours.”

Caleb

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Caleb was leaving again. It was something you were starting to get used to. He’ll come down from Skyhaven for a day or two, sometimes a week if you were lucky, then take off again for weeks at a time. You know it could be worse; you survived the worst of the worst after the incident, and you always try to remind yourself of that.

You remind yourself, also, that you can always get a response from him when he’s in Skyhaven. That, knowing him, even if he were in the far-out depths of the Deepspace Tunnel he would do everything in his power to find a way to get a message out to you if he needed to.

This still doesn’t make his departures any easier.

He has no doubt noticed your silence. It would be hard not to, even if he weren’t eternally hyper-observant toward your every discomfort. And crammed into the back seat of the cab together you’re certain he feels it.

And it’s not like you’re angry at him. You had a great time with him this week. Every day after work he was there to pick you up from the Association with a ready smile and plans for your evening. Always guessing exactly when you were too exhausted to go out and already having a backup plan of a homecooked meal and a silly movie from your childhood lined up.

You two went shopping for groceries together, met up with friends, and even managed to get a private viewing of young Caleb’s favorite aviation exhibit at the museum after it closed for the day.

This week was perfect.

Maybe that’s why you’re feeling so frustrated right now. You don’t want to give him up to the stupid fleet and the others in Skyhaven who you’re 100% certain he cannot fully trust even 50% of and that scares and annoys you.

The cab comes to a stop and you get out, startling a little when Caleb clears his throat, “Got a lot on your mind?”

You blink, looking up at him. Then, “Oh… I’m fine.”

He continues to peer down at you, reaching out with the hand that isn’t carrying his suitcase to touch your cheek.

“That wasn’t very convincing at all.”

Sighing, you place your hand over his and lock his fingers between your own.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mumble and he grins even wider.

“Like what?” he asks, his voice oozing with that same annoying playfulness that has made you wanna tackle him to the ground for as long as you can remember, “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s chilly out here.”

Your fingers still intertwined, you allow him to guide you into the train station. The further into the area you go, the more you feel the urge to yank him to a stop. To whine and complain until he has to give in and stay in Linkon City for as long as you like.

You sigh at how childish the thought is and keep walking even when you hear the announcement of his train’s arrival in five minutes.

His brisk walk finally slows and he stops at a bench, gesturing for you to sit. You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head. He frowns, his head tilting as he tries to get a better look at your face.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks innocently.

“No,” you respond, stealing a quick glance at the arrival times one more time. Caleb catches the movement and looks over his shoulder, grimacing slightly at the numbers.

His entire body tenses when you suddenly hook an arm around his shoulders and yank him down toward you, your lips finding their target effortlessly as you kiss him as deeply as you dare in public.

His eyes are as wide as saucers when you part, his guard completely faltering and crumbling before you. He tries to play it off, however, chuckling, “Geez, pip-squeak. Your training at the Hunter Association has paid off. You could have folded me in half with that move.”

Unable to resist a giggle, you bury your face in his chest, murmuring, “I know you know how to watch your back, Caleb. But… be extra careful out there. For me?”

“Of course,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, his voice suddenly full of emotion as he realizes what’s been eating you up all morning, “You’re my reason for everything, you know that.”

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scarlethexelove · 1 year ago

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Shapeshifting

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1844

Summary: When you are overstimulated, what will you do when the one person you want for comfort isn't around.

Warnings: Reader is overstimulated, Reader can shapeshift into animals, Comfort, Small talk of Hydra and experiments, Fluff, Comfort, Mutual pining, Making out, Naked Reader, Just all around cute

A/n: I had seen a photo yesterday that inspired me to write this and I just had it. On days that Reader feels overwhelmed they shift into a cat as a form of coping. Reader looks for comfort from Wanda, turns into confessing feelings.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Today is just one of those days. You wake up already feeling overwhelmed, the world is too loud, your clothes feel itchy. It’s all too much for you to handle today. So you do what you always do on these days. You strip down before you transform, your clothes not exactly being able to shrink down with you. Though Tony has made you a suit that forms to whatever form you take it isn’t ideal for you to wear at home and if you're already feeling overstimulated it won’t make it any better. But your body slowly morphed into one of your favorite forms, the one that gives you the most comfort, a small black cat.

You wouldn’t normally thank Hydra for all that they put you through but on days like today it’s nice to have a form of escape. Being a cat is both a comfort to you and the rest of the team. The team quickly learned that this was your escape, you can still mildly communicate with them but you don’t have to actually fully communicate if you don’t want to. Tony has made it to where even FRIDAY knows certain cues from you that will automatically open and close doors for you. You’re always thankful for the understanding and support you get from the team.

You scratch lightly at your door signaling for FRIDAY to open it for you. As the door swings open you scurry out your tail lightly flicking back and forth. You make your way down the hall searching for the one person who gives you the most comfort. Searching all over the compound for Wanda but you can’t find her anywhere. You even went as far as looking in the meeting room. With your head slightly lowered in defeat you head back towards the common area hoping that maybe she just went to the store or something and will be right back.

Clicking on a keyboard alerts you to the fact that someone is already in the common area. Sitting on the couch you can make out the form of your best friend. Natasha sits there slightly hunched as she types fiercely on her keyboard, more than likely working on reports. She’s another person that you feel comfortable with. Having been the one to save you from Hydra’s clutches years before. Finding something that once was broken and helped put you back together. In the process becoming a trusted friend and sister.

“Hey Y/n/n.” Nat chuckles as you headbut her leg. “Feeling out of it today?” She questions you. You meow at her as you jump up on the couch next to her, nudging and rubbing your head against her hand. She opens her hand and you nudge the top of your head against her palm. She smiles as she begins to lightly scratch your head with her nails. It brings you comfort and a sort of peace at the form of affection. You curl up next to Nat in a little ball as she continues to scratch your head and pet you, content on working with her other hand.

Time passes as you drift in and out of sleep. You stretch your legs out as you wake from your little nap, before moving your head and placing it on Nat’s leg looking up at her computer. On the screen you spot Wanda’s name. Maybe Nat knows where she is and why you couldn’t find her. You would have expected to wake up if she had come home. You quickly spring up to Nat’s surprise and swat at her hand to keep her from clicking off the screen. “Hey!” You ignore her as you climb on her lap and get closer to the screen, making sure that you don’t make contact with any of the keys. “Y/n/n what are you doing?” She questions you curiously. You get close enough to where your nose almost touches the screen. You use your nose as a way to point out Wanda’s name on the page. She tries to push you away but you just swat at her again.

Nat doesn’t get what you are doing at first as you continue to nudge lightly at Wanda’s name. But as she realizes that you are trying to point something out to her she peers around your body and reads the spot on the screen. “Wanda?” She questions to make sure she knows what you want. You do a chirp as a confirmation, turning around and sitting staring at her. “Wanda got a last minute mission this morning.” Nat tells you. Disappointment fills you as your ears and tail fall.

It hurts Nat to see how disappointed you are with the fact that Wanda wasn’t around. Everyone knew that you two liked each other, well other you two. Both of you blind to the others' stolen looks and longing expressions. So to see you craving Wanda’s affection on a hard day and her not being there breaks her heart. You so quickly deflate at the realization.

You jump off Nat’s lap and slowly make your way back towards your room. Nat doesn’t call after you, she doesn’t quite know what to tell you. She just hopes that Wanda returns soon. The disappointment weighs you down as you reach your door, scratching at it lightly. FRIDAY opens the door, once inside closing the door behind you. Jumping up on the bed settling in on the decision to take a nap. Curling into a ball on the end of the bed settling in before drifting off to sleep.

A light knock on the door pulls you from your sleep. Your head raises as you listen patiently for who might be at the door. You hear a click as the door creaks open. Wanda’s head pops through her eyes searching for you before spotting you on the bed. She fully opens the door and makes her way in. You jump off the bed letting out an excited chirp. You stretch out before getting to Wanda rubbing up against her legs back and forth. “Hi sweetheart.” She bends down scratching at your head causing you to nuzzle into her hand. She smiles at the gesture. “I heard you were having a rough day and wanted to check on you.” Wanda gives you a soft smile. You meow as you bump your head against her hand.

You stand on your hind legs stretching out and lightly pawing at Wanda’s knees, requesting for her to pick you up. She smiles at you reaching out and lifting you into her arms. She makes her way over to the bed with you as you nuzzle more into her hold. She knows exactly what you need as she lays down on your bed having you beside her. You stretch out next to her as she scratches your head keeping you close to her chest.

Everything starts to melt away. You finally have what you have been searching for today. Wanda can feel as you relax more, the tension melting away. You begin to purr, a soft sound that few get to hear. Wanda is your comfort. The two of you have grown close after she joined the Avengers, bonding over the fact that both of you were experiments for Hydra. She knows your torcher and your terrible past and you know hers. Helping her as she joined the team after the loss of her home and brother. You became the person she seeks out in a time of need and comfort. Neither of you realize that you both want more, but too scared to ruin what you already have. Love and understanding of the other.

As you relax you don’t notice how your body shifts back. Now eye to eye with Wanda. The soft and gentle moment leading you to do something you never expected. Leaning in and joining your lips with hers. Wanda wastes no time returning the action, turning the kiss slow and sentinel. Basking in the feeling of now. Wanda’s hand on your hip as you snake yours up and cup her cheek. It’s all you could have ever hoped for and more.

The need for air becomes apparent as your lungs begin to burn. You pull back just enough, leaning your forehead against Wanda’s. Both of you lightly panting as your breaths mingle in the air between you. “That was…” Wanda pauses. “Wow.” You finish. Neither of you have ever felt a connection like this with another person. “I love you Wanda and not just as a friend, something more.” You mumble terrified of your own feelings but feeling like there is no other time than now to confess. Wanda blushes at your words. “I love you too Y/n/n. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.” The surreal feeling of mutual love makes your heart swell.

Wanda’s thumb gently rubs against your waist as you calm down a bit. But slowly the realization washes over you. Something neither of you had focused on until now. “Oh fuck! I’m sorry.” Your naked body pressed against her clothed one. You quickly jump out of bed trying your best to cover yourself. Wanda stifles a laugh as you run into your closet. You're exiting the closet in no time now with clothes on. Wanda speaks up when she sees you exiting. “You know you have a really cute butt detka.” Wanda smirks, heat rising to your face and you look down in embarrassment.

“Come here detka.” You look back up and see Wanda reaching out for you. You make your way back over to the bed and before you know it Wanda is pulling you into her body. She wraps her arms tightly around you. You nuzzle your face in her chest, her hands gently scratching up and down your back. The calmness returns to the room as your embarrassment washes away. The room is filled with silence as you listen to Wanda’s heart beating.

“Feeling better?” Wanda asks, breaking the silence in the room. “Mhmm.” You hum. After a beat of silence you pull back a little looking up at Wanda. “What does this mean now?” Your voice is small. Though you both confessed you don’t know where it goes from here. Wanda gives you a reassuring smile. “We can take this however slow you want to. I love you and just want you to be happy.” A blush dusts your cheeks. “I-I want you to be my girlfriend.” You lightly stutter. Wanda smiles and kisses all over your face causing you to giggle. “I would love nothing more.”

You settle back in and nuzzle back into Wanda’s chest. Her nails are still gently scratching at your back. Who would have thought that a day that starts off so overwhelming would finally lead you to confessing your love for Wanda. Becoming one of the happiest days of your life. You’re now with the love of your life and will forever be able to find comfort and support in her arms.

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s0urlemone · 4 months ago

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I saw that you were asking for requests, and I have a scenario swimming in my head for a while.

Sebastian is working late into the night (you can't convince me that he actually adjusted to the farms' sleeping schedule), and the farmer just wakes up to see him squinting at the screen absolutely overworked. So the farmer just coaxes him away for some late night tea and cuddles in the kitchen before dragging him to bed, cuddling his head close to their chest and just coddling him until he falls asleep.

I just want some soft coddling for the emo boy <3

SDV Sebastian x Farmer - The apple of my eye

💧Hey, anon, thank you for your request! I detest a little how this turned out but I hope you’ll appreciate it. I’ve gotten the idea after reading some of his dialogues post marriage and I’ve taken the chance to study his character a little - I hope it was what you were looking for!

Feedbacks and requests are always welcome!

PAIRING: Sebastian (sdv) x (gender neutral) you 🫵🏼

SUMMARY: Sebastian has troubles falling asleep due to intense nightmares that plague him every night. Thankfully, he’s not alone.

WARNING! Anxiety, mention of medication and therapy. Suggestive content if you squint, light angst but it’s mostly fluff. Both farmer and Sebastian have a bit of angst in them. Light arguing.

WORDS COUNT: 2.4K

When you open your eyes to the rain pattering on the roof in the middle of the night, adjusting them to the penumbra, you immediately feel the bed in search of your husband. It is way past your bed time, that much you can tell by the clock on the nightstand, but, as tired as you are, ever since the first few times you've shared a bed together you've developed this unhealthy habit of being unable to sleep properly without Sebastian by your side.

Endearing, really, if not for the fact that your spouse has always been a convicted night owl with a messed up sleeping routine that he just can’t bring himself to fix. Even when you'd finally lure him into your shared bed, he would try and stay still to let you rest - he knows how tiring your days are and how early they begin - but, ultimately, he'd only be able to stare at the ceiling with wide open eyes until the depths of the night engulf him. He'd fall asleep out of boredom, not out of real tiredness. Sometimes he'd slip out of your embrace to tire himself out with some pretentious client before finally dozing off at the desk, even though it makes you upset to wake up in the middle of the night without him by your side.

Tonight is one of those night. And to add to your dislike, you are aware he's been overworking himself lately.

You don’t really want to leave the comforting warmth of your blankets, but you can hear the faint clinking of his keyboard from the desk in the adjacent room. You tiptoe your way towards the source of the sound and drape your arms around Sebastian’s shoulders from behind. He jumps slightly.

"Damn— you scared me." he sighs, finally removing his long fingers from the keyboard and curling them in and out a couple of times to stretch them.

“You weren’t in bed.”

Sebastian sighs. “I… I couldn’t sleep. And this client is a pain in my ass.”

“Oh, but I’m pretty sure your client is sleeping soundly next to his wife right now.” you muttered in a tone that didn’t leave any room for protests or remarks.

“Again, pumpkin?” he turns slightly around on his chair to look at you, using his body weight to move the wheels and roteate it. “You’re sulking because I was not in bed with you?”

This is an argument you’ve been having often over the course of the past few weeks. You’re aware you can’t force him to sleep if sleep doesn’t come by itself, but he could at least stop ruining his eyesight at the computer every night.

A part of you, though, simply craves his affection. Sleeping without him by your side makes you feel incomplete, like something is missing. Like you’re hugging a plushie and it suddenly falls off the bed while you move around in your sleep.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?

“I’m sorry,” you sigh. “We’ll never be able to compromise, huh?”

Sebastian lets out a soft sigh and looks at the time. The last thing he wants is to upset you - he might not be open about it, but he’s weak to you. And he knows a big part of what you like about marriage is the fact you can snuggle up to him whenever you feel like it. The farm is so big and it can get lonely easily, so it wasn’t that rare for you to get needy in the middle of the night when you were still dating, missing him even if he lived a ten minutes walk away from your house.

“I suppose it is late.” He grabs the empty mug on the desk, a trace of coffee still lingering at the bottom. “And I’ve run out of coffee.”

“Sebastian, really?“

“I said I’m not sleepy, not that I’m not tired.”

“Why do you drink coffee during the night then?” you sigh. “It feels like you’re the one bringing this upon yourself, dear.”

“I just— I just have troubles sleeping.”

“And the solution is caffeine?”

“I just don’t want to close my eyes!” he suddenly snaps, turning the harmless bickering into something a little bit more serious. It’s subtle, but it’s there; the matrix of his problem with sleeping.

Your eyes soften. The topic of nightmares has came up many times before, but it was way too uncomfortable for him to linger on it. He’s always been like this - so used to being ignored and to think the people around him don’t care that he’d rather search for a refuge in his shell than to open up. But you try to remind him that things can’t always be smooth and that you married him because you wanted to be by his side even when he has troubles sleeping, when you bicker, when he feels like hiding away.

“Is it the nightmares again?”

Sebastian runs a hand through his dark strands. He knows there’s no point in hiding it anymore. “Yes. Yes, it’s the nightmares again.”

“What about the drops Harvey prescribed you?”

“They manage to soothe me… to a certain extent. But it all comes out as soon as I close my eyes. I— I’m tired, believe me, pumpkin. I’m tired.”

Even though he hides it behind a cool façade, you’re aware Sebastian is an highly anxious individual. You’ve noticed many times how in your marriage he does his best not to burden you, to the point of harming himself. He mulls over things more than it’s necessary to and even though he’s finally feeling motivated to get out of his comfort zone every once in a while, on the hard days the simple thought of doing it scares him.

It breaks your heart.

“Okay.” you sigh. “Okay, why don’t we have some tea in the kitchen?”

“Sugar, you should really go to bed. You have to be up in three hours.”

You want to tell him that you probably won’t be able to get back to sleep knowing the state he’s in, but you keep that thought to yourself. The last thing you want is to make him blame himself for your lack of sleep. “I baked some blueberry pie yesterday and now I kind of crave a slice. C’mon, Sebby.”

He sighs and you wait as he turns off his computer. Quietly grabbing his hand, your fingers merely intertwined, you guide him to the kitchen and turn on the light. Putting the water to boil, you make sure your eyes don’t leave his silhouette for more than a couple of seconds. Creepy, maybe, but it’s not like he’s the type of guy to come clean about his own troubles spontaneously.

You cut two slices of the blueberry pie and place one plate in front of him on the table, then you start rubbing his sore shoulders in an attempt to relieve the tension in his body. Blood rushes to your face when you put your soothing hands to work and feel his delicate body under your fingers. You’ve been married for a while now, but he still manages to make you feel effortlessly dizzy.

“Is it getting bad again?” you ask.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s getting bad again. Maybe it had never gotten better in the first place.” he grumbles, his eyes glued to the pie in front of him. It looks delicious, but he’s not hungry.

“Maybe Harvey could prescribe you something else.”

“I feel like a guinea pig.” there’s a hint of frustration in his voice and you can’t really blame him for it. “It’s the third time I change my sleep medication.”

You exhale softly. His tone is a bit harsh, but you keep in mind that his frustration isn’t directly related to you. You’re the reason why he opens up. And opening up isn’t always easy.

The room falls into a deep, reflexive atmosphere as you both mull over the situation. He takes a couple of bites of the pie, if anything to avoid upsetting you, but he knows it will taste much better in the morning, when his mood - he hopes - won’t be this sour anymore. Your hands leave his shoulders as the water finally starts boiling on the stove. You take the boiler off the heat and pour the water into two matching mugs.

“Pumpkin and ginger tea, yeah?” you ask to fill the silence in the kitchen.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Now sitting down in front of him, you take his free hand in yours and bring it to your lips, softly placing a reverent kiss on his pale skin. He looks up at you furtively, the intimacy between you still an unspoken precious glimmer of innocence. It’s still so new to be loved.

He loved his family dearly, but he always felt like a black sheep in it. He didn’t expect anything from Demetrius and he’s now able to acknowledge that he was probably doing his best to be a good step-father. It doesn’t mean the lack of care, or rather the inattention towards him, hasn’t left a scar on him. He was used to move around the house in complete silence, his voice unheard. He was like a cat crying for attention, but he was never loud enough to be considered.

He’s been raised to feel like an unwanted guest. And the more he thinks about it, the more he realises the nightmares might not be completely unrelated to his condition. When you spend your entire existence bottling things up, they are going to haunt you or to get out of you in one way or another.

“I was wondering…” you remove your hand from his and place both palms around the hot mug. “What are the nightmares about this time?”

“…nothing deep, really. Just… you know, people I trust doing weird stuff. Betraying me. Other people smiling wickedly. What are they even smiling for?”

“Does that include me?”

He sighs, unable to escape from the harsh truth and the pain of subjecting you to it. “Sometimes, yeah. But I know I can trust you.” he quickly adds in an attempt to sugarcoat it.

“Consciously, yeah. But I know it’s not easy, Sebby, to… to let go of your fears and trust people around you.”

“Wait, aren’t you mad? You’re my spouse. I’m supposed to trust you.”

“You put great effort in it.” you crack a smile but avoid his gaze. “I know it’s not easy and I appreciate it. But I know it’s hard to do it… unconditionally, you know?”

Sebastian knows that you had it rough, too, before coming to Pelican Town. Conversations like this are uncomfortable for the both of you, but the way you keep pushing yourself forward together just shows how strong the bond between you actually is.

“I don’t think there’s a real medicine for that.” he takes a sip of his tea and his next words sound like a quiet breath of the wind. It hurts to hear them from your beloved, but you chug down the pain. “I think I’m broken.”

“You’re not. If you are, let me complete you.”

“Hah. So cheesy, aren’t you?”

Finally your eyes meet and you exchange a smile. You must look like crap right now and you’ll probably look like that even more when your alarm will go off in a couple of hours, but he still looks at you as if you were a gift crafted and placed upon this Earth just for him, like a shiny frozen tear. You’re like a soothing balm for his soul, a safe place where he can always return without feeling like a guest or a ghost. His steps can be heavy, his laughter can be loud. He is allowed to exist without measuring the space he deserves. Without wondering if he deserves the slice of pie or the pumpkin soup you make for him when he’s sick - and it happens very often.

“You know, there’s still a path we haven’t considered. Harvey mentioned it briefly, but if your troubles are related to something a bit more serious than the simple fact of having nightmares… he has a friend in Zuzu City.”

Sebastian looks up at you, mulling over your words. He has considered this option before, but he was afraid you or his family would judge him. “You mean, a therapist?”

“Yeah. Yeah, a therapist. You don’t find it weird, do you?”

“I don’t. But this place is so small. My mother will overreact when I’ll tell her.”

“Then we won’t tell her until you feel ready. But, babe, I want you to know that you can make your own decisions without fearing these might weigh on other people.” you hold his hand again, this time with some more urgency. “You are allowed to be… selfish.”

“Am I?” he asks and you know it’s not a rhetorical question. He looks genuinely surprised, although you’ve had this discussion so many times before even getting engaged.

“Yes, Seb, you are allowed to have a saying. To make decisions. To live in a space that’s not measured based on other people’s needs. Please, even when it comes to me, do not be afraid to ask for more.”

You squeeze his hand. “I married you because I love you. Because you fill me up. You’re not a brief presence in my peripheral vision - you are the actual apple of my eye.”

Sebastian doesn’t cry often. He’s used to keep that inside himself, too. But the sound that leaves his mouth, initially muffled by his own palm, resembles the moan of a whale that can see no companion around it other than the vast sea. You get up, your arms circling his body once again as you let him break down in the little, comforting space between your neck and shoulder, a place he’s entitled to, that’s all for him to find solace in.

After a while, as he dries his tears with his sleeve, you put the two - now cold - mugs in the sink and the pie in the fridge. All that crying made him finally sleepy and now he just longs to be engulfed by your warmth.

When you drag him back to bed, he seems to be in a much better mood than he was when he was forcing himself to stay awake and work.

“Mmh… you’re soft.” he whispers, placing his head on your chest.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not telling.”

His voice is hoarse, tiredness already taking over. But he manages to croak a few more words before drifting off to sleep. “I love you too, pumpkin. Tomorrow morning I’ll call Harvey and ask him for his friend’s number.”

You know it will take time to heal, but for now, you let him rest in your arms. He’ll be fine where he is for the rest of the night.

#stardew valley x farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian x reader #stardew valley sebastian #stardew sebastian #sdv harvey #stardew harvey

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mybelovedsylus · 5 months ago

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For the Zayne fans on my poll ♡

First off, thank you to the crazy amount of responses on my poll! Second, I really hope this doesn't disappoint you all. This is almost 2.5k words- Zayne has been keeping track of your cycle and therefore has to have you in his office while you're ovulating - for the best chance of breeding ofc. Do with that what you will. Those are your warnings. I just know that while Zayne is like the perfect man to bring home to mom, he's absolutely a menace in the bedroom (lowkey confirmed by the valentine banner) I'm still newer to lads so if it's ooc I'm sorry I'm still reading through the stories.

I of course, didn't edit this, one day I will - when I can get back into my account on the computer because me and tumblr on the ipad do not get along. Today is not that day. Anywaaaaaays, 18+ no minors please and enjoy

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Zayne's gaze snaps up from his laptop screen, and he briefly checks to make sure there's not a dent in the wall as the framed awards and his diplomas rattle on the wall. He knocks a few files over as he stands hastily and rushes over to you, smoothing down your wind swept hair and running his fingers over your flushed cheeks. He may also subtly shift them to take your pulse, but only because the way your chest is heaving can't be healthy. You clear your throat and raise an eyebrow as his eyes flicker from your chest to meet your eyes.

"You sent 911, and you're just in here doing paperwork?" you ask out of breath, and the flush in your cheeks is reheating as you start to get pissed off. "Zayne, I was in the middle of a debrief, what the fuck are you thinking?"

His hand reaches around you to push the door closed, which in turns means he's encroaching on your space. Your head is tilted up to look at him, and the anger dissipates as soon as you recognize a hungry look in his eyes. You gulp as you hear the click of the lock echo across the small clinical space. What is happening?

"I sent 911 because I have surgery in 30 minutes," he says in his usual matter-of-fact tone that makes you want to shake your head, as if there's some literal fog that can be cleared. It doesn't work though, you're still not connecting the dots, and honestly it short circuits as he places both palms flat against the door on either side of your head, effectively caging you against it.

"I can see the gears in your head spinning, love. We have 45 minutes, the perfect amount of time for us to get started on conception, enough time for me to fuck a baby into you," your breath catches in your throat and you're wondering if you've flat lined as poised Zayne tapers off into the more feral behind close doors version of himself. No matter how many times you see this side of Zayne it still short circuits your brain. You're not certain it's not whiplash as he clears his throat back to his usual doctors tone for a moment. "After all, based on my tracking, you're ovulating today - so it's the perfect time."

His nose drags down the column of your throat and he works on sucking and biting the skin of your neck as your brain tries to desperately catch up. However, instead you throw your head back with a deep moan, to which Zayne reprimands you and captures your lips with his, plunging his tongue in your mouth. He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away from you, eliciting a small whimper.

"Don't forget, we are in my office, and those noises are just for me,” he all but growls at me, and I can feel how wet my underwear is from just these few moments. Goodness, you love the contrast of who he is in private compared to the version of himself he gives to the world.

“Wait - how do you know I’m ovulating?” You ask pushing on his chest as if the space will provide you reprieve to think for a second. He easily crowds right back into said space, molding his body to yours as he pushes you against the door.

“You send me to pick up tampons, and two weeks later you jump me the second I walk in the door, it doesn’t take a doctor to figure that out, love,” He says tilting your head up so he has easier access to your lips. Before you can think his hands are running up your legs and you gasp as he presses on the seam of your jeans putting pressure right on your throbbing clit. “Definitely ovulating,” he smirks.

“Shut up,” you gasp into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair and standing on the tips of your toes to get a better angle. With the precision you only get from dating a surgeon, every button of your top is undone in seconds and with a simple flick of one hand at your back, your bra joins it. He wastes no time in bending to suck on your nipple as his hand drifts to the buttons of your pants, undoing them and the zipper, and pushing them over your hips. Before you know it you’re completely nude as he stands fully clothed, doctor coat included before you.

He simply smirks, dragging you to the couch where he seats you on the arm rest, back to the rest of the couch so he has plenty of room in front of you.

“How many times do we think I can make you finish before they page me,” He asks, although it seems rhetorical as he passes you his glasses and sinks to his knees while throwing your right leg over his shoulder. You open your mouth to answer, but the words die on your tongue as you feel him use his evol to blow icy air over your slick folds. You drop his glasses onto the cushion, moving to put your hand over your mouth to try and smother the cry as his tongue finally hits you. He drags it flat over your folds, gathering your wetness, before working overtime to flick your clit in a way that has you wondering if he’s going to beat his record for bringing you to orgasm. You are certain he is when you feel his fingers probing at your entrance, working two in and opening you up. The sound of his fingers working through your increasing wetness is obscene, the squelching sound working in tandem with your strained breaths through your nose. When the fingers he has inside you curl upwards as he gives your clit a gentle bite, you don’t even have time to warn him as the wave rushes up on you and your vision blacks for a second.

“That’s one,” he tells you with a cocky grin, his chin still wet as he stands back to his full height. His eyes glaze a bit as he watches you tremble and shake through the aftershocks. He undoes his zipper, pushing his slacks and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. It’s clear he’s pent up from the angry flush of red it has compared to normal.

“You’re really going to keep the coat on?” You ask him with a raised brow. He seems to really weigh the options with a shrug.

“It’s fine, I have to scrub in for surgery so it’s not like a sanitation thing to worry about right now.”

He pulls you up, before spinning you around and pushing you over the armrest, face landing on the cushion. He groans at the sight, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness before notching at your entrance and slowly working his length inside. Your fingers grasp for purchase in the fabric of the sofa and you gasp as he finally seats himself inside you. He doesn’t give you the usual time to adjust though, rather pulls back so only the head remains inside and then he pumps forward in a smooth deep stroke. He sets a steady pace for the onslaught, and at this point you’re sure that your moaning, his grunting and the sound of skin slapping will let all of his coworkers know exactly what is going on in here.

“You’re going to look so good stuffed full with my cum, and then bursting with our child,” he folds himself over you, whispering the dirty words right into your ear and sending a shiver up your spine from the sensation of his breath on your overheated skin.

He works both his hands around your body, one to rub tight circles on your clit, the other alternating between tweaking both nipples.

“Zayne, I- fuck - I’m close.”

“I can tell, you’re squeezing me so tightly. Your cunt knows exactly where I need to be, I should just live in here, keep you here in my office whenever I need to take a break,” he mutters each phrase with a deep thrust for emphasis as he sets a quicker pace. At this point he’s basically fucking you into the couch and all you can do is try to hold on. The sensations quickly become overwhelming and when he bites down on the back of your shoulder, you’re coming with a gush. He lets out a guttural moan, working you through the crest, still firmly seated within you.

“I think we have time for one more,” he states with a laugh, harder than ever inside you, while you feel practically boneless. “Gotta get you into a better position though, want to make sure we can get it all deep inside so it has the best chance of taking.”

Holy fuck, okay. Next thing you know you’re whining about how empty you feel as he pulls out, only for him to reassure you it’s only for a second. Once he stands you up he finally shrugs off his coat, only to thread your arms through it, before he turns you around so you’re leaning on the very edge of the arm rest.

“You’ve been dying to see me in the coat huh?” you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows to tease him as you let the coat slip down your arms so it lays more like a shrug, keeping your naked form on full display.

It’s then that you hear his phone go off at his desk and he spares it a glance for a second before he’s asking you to widen your legs as he steps in between them.

“Don’t you need to get that?”

“It’s Greyson, I told him to give me a two minute warning before the official page,” he tells you as he lines up and slides back in. He pulls you into a rough biting kiss as he sinks all the way to the hilt. This time, he’s a man on a mission, or maybe man possessed is a better description. You have your hand fisted in his shirt and his doctor coat between your teeth as he pounds into you like a machine. He’s battering your cervix on each downward stroke, and then pulling almost all the way out of you.

“Wait, I need my glasses,” he gasps, halting all his movements and you can only respond with a desperate groan, letting your forehead rest on his chest.

“Really? Now does not seem like the time for that,” you gasp but lean back, reaching until you find them crammed down in the cushion. You unfold them and place them on his nose, pushing them up until they sit in their usual place.

“I want to see the mess I’m about to make of you,” is his simple answer, and he smiles devilishly at the clench of you around his shaft. Suddenly you found yourself wishing you ovulated a lot more often. You watch as he sucks two fingers into his mouth before using them to lavish your clit with attention once more. He’s using his evol to heighten it with the drastic contrast in tempature and you just know you’re a babbling mess as you climb closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s it love, we’re going to come together, and you’re going to hold every last drop- right here,” he tells you, doubling down on his efforts. His free hand rests on your stomach and he lets out a deep moan when he realizes he can feel the press of himself at the deepest point. His brow is coated in sweat and the vein popping in his neck shows the strain as he relentlessly thrusts over and over. Your hands have moved to his back, holding onto him for dear life, probably still leaving marks down his back despite the fabric barrier.

You can’t hold back any longer, hooking your legs around him as you cum, locking him to you. He groans, mouth meeting yours in a messy kiss as he pushes to get as deep in you as he can while he finds his own release. You can feel the added warmth as he paints your inside walls, and the clenching of you riding out your own orgasm serves to help milk him for everything he’s got. He shudders, pushing his weight against you, causing you to fall back on the couch, all the while he remains seated deep inside you.

Your bubble is burst by the official page and you know you unconsciously grip him tighter before releasing him. He begrudgingly slips from you, but he angles you so that your hips are being held up by the arm rest, keeping your pelvis tilted.

“You’re going to be a good girl, stay just like that so it all stays right where it needs to, up against your cervix, and if you can do that, when I get back from this quick surgery, I’m going to give you another load here and then we will go home where I will only give you breaks for sustenance,” he says darkly his eyes firmly fixated on what you’re sure is a mess. You can already feel his cum dripping from you to the sofa fabric below. What you are not prepared for is him scooping up some of what is leaking and pushing it back in with his fingers. His eyes flash for a second, but then the page goes off again and he sighs. He leans over you to give you a sweet kiss, and he pulls his doctor coat around you so that you aren’t completely exposed.

“You sneak, you gave me the coat knowing you were going to leave me here like this?”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to dream of this picture for the rest of my life - I won’t be able to wear my coat without getting hard I don’t think,” he confirms as he tucks himself back in his pants and heads to the door straightening himself back into professional mode. He barely opens it to slip out, making sure that no passerbys can see into what’s his.

“Remember - don’t move. I’ll know by how much you leak. And I plan to keep you stuffed to the brim or leaking for the rest of the weekend. I can’t wait to see you swollen with our child.”

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jyoongim · 1 year ago

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Can I request an Alastor x reader where she is a newer sinner. Really nerdy, obsessed with history, fun facts, animal facts, and shy at first. Just says things randomly, like “did you know that if a cow has twins more often than not she abandons ones just rearranging things when bored, someone will come down to lobby in the middle of the night and there she is moving the couches at like 3am. Doesn’t think when she speaks when she sees Alastor in his overlord form just says something like “smash” before walking off. Kind of a this gives me conflicted feelings and made me learn something about myself I don’t think I should know. It can be smut or fluff I don’t mind! My friends just say I have adhd, never been tested, don’t wanna be lol, I just ramble when I get excited and talk too much or too loud when excited too. It’d be nice to see a reader like me :) thank you love! I’m trying not to ramble so I’m sorry if this all over the place!

Hehehe could be possible adhd but I’m also certain everyone has a touch of tism as well so you’re not alone hehehe.

(I too have undiagnosed adhd)

Typing this from my phone cause I’m scared to do it on my work computer😭 should have brought my iPad to work

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You had always been…different.

When you were alive you spent most of your time doing your hobbies or reading. You weren’t much of a social butterfly but did make the effort every once in a while. But people always treated you like you were an annoyance.

You were strange. Even by demon standards.

But you made a lovely addition to the Princess of Hell’s hotel.

You enjoyed being about to sprout random facts and have people actually be interested.

Animals, history, science you name it you randomly knew it.

You rambled during bonding excersies until you caught yourself yapping and instantly apologized.

You talked to yourself (having been caught in the act more than once)

Husk called you a loose screw but Angel found it charming. Charlie thought you were just the cutest.

And Alastor….

Well you definitely piqued his interest.

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You and Angel were having a “self care” day. Well Angel was. You were just happy to play in his fluff. Angel was telling you about the latest shoot he had to do and then the subject jumped to saying lives. “Oooh cmon toots don’t tell me no one’s were had the hots for that brain of yours” you pin curled his hair, “hmmmm not that I know of. Besides most people think I’m strange, wouldn’t want to scare the masses”

Angel rolled his eyes “well what about here at the hotel? Anyone catch yer fancy?”

You think about it but your mind comes to a blank. Nope you couldn’t in point who you would be the SLIGHTEST but interested in.

The sound of shoes met your ears and you turned to see Alastor entering the lobby. Your ear perked up and your eyes immediately locked in.

You would say you and Alastor were friends. The two of you had great conversations, he listened to your rambles and always told you facts of the time period when he was alive.

He wasn’t in his usual pristine attire. Instead of the polish look, he was dressed more casual. A white button up, rolled at his elbows, wearing dress pants and suspenders, he even didn’t have his gloves on.

He paid no mind to the two of you in the lobby, seemingly in his own world.

“Smash” you said tilting your head, causing Angel to burst out laughing and you blush when you realized you said that out loud.

Alastor turned around, eyebrows quirked “something amusing was said?”

You quickly shook your head while Angel chuckled “Our fact machine here thinks you’re hot*

Alastor blinked, his eyes settling on you.

You wanted to hide in the couch from embarrassment, but Alastor just took a sip of his coffee and began to walk from where he came. He got to the hallway door because pausing briefly, turning to look at you over his shoulder

“I suppose I would ‘smash’ you too dear”

Your cheeks burned and Angel choked as Alastor disappeared.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Make-Up Sex w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: now that i feel better, though still albeit exhausted, i'm now literally running, jumping, fucking skipping to get caught up because somehow october decided to actually speed run its own month like the hell???

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Being with Dean Winchester was challenging at times, because no matter how much he trusts you or how good things really are, he's always expecting the rug to be pulled out from under him. Even if sometimes he is the metaphorical rug.

You've had many arguments before, but none of them have hurt like this. You often found yourself in bed alone, usually because the boys were out hunting or catching up on lore, and you were honestly okay with that because duh— they were saving the world! But, sometimes you missed having some cuddle time with your boyfriend, but apparently he did not feel the same.

When you came to peel him away from whatever article he was reading on the computer, he snapped at you, saying some things that were very unnecessary. It had sent you back to bed angrier and more hurt than you had ever been before.

It only took a few minutes of harsh silence before he came stomping down the hallway and into your shared room. You didn't dare move a muscle, remaining on your side with your arms crossed and glare settled on the wall in front of you.

He took a moment to kick off his shoes and shuck off his flannel before shuffling into bed behind you, a heavy hand resting on your plush hip that was covered by the duvet.

"Sweetheart…" He began. "Go away, Dean." You said coldly, unravelling your arms to shove his hand off of you.

"Look— I'm sorry." He rasped quietly. "Could've fooled me." He sighed. "I— didn't mean what I said, I'm just… tired. This case has been whoppin' me and Sammy's ass." He explained. "I just wanna catch this thing before it kills anyone else, and I ended up taking my anger out on you and you didn't deserve it," Dean took your body relaxing as a sign to be able to spoon you. "Fuck, honey. I'm sorry."

You chewed on your bottom lip thoughtfully. A part of you didn't want to give in, but the other part acknowledges that Dean never apologises unless he really means it.

"You really hurt my feelings, you know?" You whispered meekly. "I know baby, I know." He murmured into your neck.

You basked in his closeness, in the strength of his arm wrapped around your softened midsection. You shivered when you felt him place gentle kisses onto the exposed skin of your neck, the arm holding you pressed your back harder onto his chest.

"Let me take care'a you." He said seductively, his palm slipping up to cup your braless breast. You whimpered at the feeling, but nonetheless grinded back on his growing bulge as he stimulated your nipples.

"Please." You breathlessly begged.

He was quick to turn you on your back, lips slamming down on yours. He devoured your mouth, his tongue demanding entrance as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your pajama shorts. He groaned lowly at the fact that you had no panties on.

"Was this what you were gonna give me to make me feel better?" He asked with an amused smirk painted on his lips. Your skin flushed but you nodded shyly. "If it would have helped you, yeah." You confessed sheepishly. "Can't believe I was such an asshole to my sweet girl."

His fingers teased your damp folds, sliding a finger between them to collect your slick before prodding at your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat, a small whine leaving you as he joined your lips together once more.

It was as though he was trying to destroy you from the inside-out. His strong fingers worked your entrance open, the man slipping in a second finger. Your legs twitched around his arm, loud mewls passing between the both of you whenever he'd hit your g-spot.

You pulled away from your spit soaked kiss to cry out. "Dean, baby, 'm gonna cum!"

He slipped in a third and final finger. He twisted his wrist torturously, his thumb reaching up to rub furiously at your clit. Your hand gripped desperately at his wrist, holding it to your body as you desperately rode his hand.

"There you go, sweetheart. There ya go." He talked you through your orgasm. "Dean… Dean…" All you could whimper was his name.

"Fuck." You heaved after taking a few moments to catch your breath. "You okay?" He asked gruffly. You nodded your head, your own fingers tangling themselves up in his spiky hair.

"I need you in me." You said as you cradled the back of his head. "Don't know if I deserve it." It sounded as if the big bad Dean Winchester was actually pouting!

"Ugh, just c'mere." You said with a grin, tugging your boyfriend over your body. "If you don't fuck me, then I'll be sad again. How does that sound?" You asked playfully. "Not good." He murmured with a matching grin.

He was quick to take off his jeans, practically falling over himself to get naked as you finally stripped yourself of your own as well. Both of you were as naked as the day you were born by the time he had his cock lined up to your entrance.

His tip teased your clit, which caused you to whine in displeasure. "Dean…" He chuckled lightly. "Sorry, honey."

With his hands on either side of your head, he entered you, your head falling back in pleasure at the feeling.

"Jesus." He groaned. "Feels so good, baby." He praised. Tiny whimpers left you as he bottomed out, sheathed all the way to the hilt as your velvety walls fluttered around him selfishly.

"Shit! Please move." You begged.

Dean would be damned if you had to beg for fucking anything tonight. Pulling out slowly, he slammed his hips into yours. A loud smack! Resounded throughout the room, a choked moan slipping out of you.

"Ah!" His tip brushed against your g-spot pleasurably. Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, holding onto the older man for dear life as he continually stretched you out.

Your velvety walls sucked him in greedily, like they were practically trying to keep him inside of you. You could feel that familiar coil in your stomach tighten continuously, a feeling that Dean had made sure you were familiar with for the past years that you've been with him.

Your pussy burned with overstimulation as you neared your end, and it made it harder for Dean to move in and out of you.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Y— yes!" You stuttered. "Cum for me then, sweetheart." Your hand slipped down to rub at your clit hurriedly, your back arching at the overwhelming feeling.

"Fuck!" You swore as you came, your chest pressed against Dean's. One of his arms held himself up as the other stretched over your back to keep your plush upper body anchored to him as you rode out your high.

"Holy shit." You gasped, your chest heaved with each quick breath you attempted to take.

"Best apology ever." You said with a hazy laugh.

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ticklygiggles · 10 days ago

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Closed tab | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader [n$fw]

Commissioned by anonymous

A/N: Thank you so so much, anonymous commissioner. It was a big pleasure to work for you again, hehe. I hope you enjoy this one! Thank you! Big thanks to precious @/lovelynim for beta reading mwah

Friendly reminder that my commissions are still open! Summary: Double check before you leave.

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It was a quiet afternoon. The weather was starting to change, giving way to the heat of summer, so the fan was on, spinning while you and Kuroo were curled up on the couch.

It wasn't that hot yet, so your legs were tangled with his as you both rested languidly on either side of the couch. There was a movie playing in the background, but the soft hum of the fan drowned out the sound, and it wasn't like you were paying much attention anyway.

His fingers absentmindedly caressed your shin, his phone resting in his free hand, his finger sliding up. Kuroo chuckled softly every now and then when he saw a funny video.

His soft laughs would make you smile as you scrolled through Tumblr on your laptop, casually reblogging a few things, a gif here, an art post there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, except that the content wasn't exactly ordinary... or would it be ordinary if in these gifs and art posts someone was laughing hysterically with tears in their eyes while another person tickled their feet or armpits?

Your cheeks were kissed pink, a silly smile pulled at your lips, your stomach was fluttering, but you tried to be subtle, careful, always closing the tab when Kuroo leaned over to show you something funny or when you stepped away. There was no one in the world you trusted more than Kuroo, but this kind of thing—it was just better to keep it a secret.

You allowed your eyes to linger on a pretty gif, your mouth watering as the person in it shook their head in blissful desperation as two hands dived between their thighs, squeezing the muscle just right to make anyone screech with hysterical laughter.

“All good, love?” Kuroo’s sudden voice made you jump.

You had nearly pressed your nose against the screen of your laptop and he was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, concern and amusement glinting in his golden eyes. You blushed slightly, but let out a soft chuckle, nodding your head.

“I’m fine, I just… couldn’t read this part too well,” you answered vaguely, closing the internet tab and closing your laptop. “Anyways, what do you want for dinner?”

Kuroo grinned, his lips curling in that lazy smirk that you adored. “Surprise me!”

You smiled with a soft nod and headed to the kitchen.

Two minutes later, his phone rang and you recognized the notification music: it was from his work. A last-minute request to send a report before midnight, probably. It had happened before.

“Darling–”

“Yes, of course,” you answered from the kitchen even before he could say anything. You didn’t even think about it. You’ve lent him your computer many times before and you had closed the tab from your blog…

… Except… you hadn’t.

But you were blissfully unaware of this fact as you made dinner and Kuroo typed the password of your laptop with agile fingers.

At first, Kuroo blinked, confused. Then he stared at the screen. There it was, in all its glory, the gift you were salivating at not even ten minutes ago. Someone laughing, fingers squeezing soft, sensitive skin. It didn’t even have a caption, but at the very bottom of the post, a single tag was added: #my dream.

Kuroo swallowed.

“Oh,” he said out loud, but very quietly, you didn’t get to hear him all the way to the kitchen.

The tips of his ears turned red and had to fight everything in him to actually start writing that email, but he came back to it once he sent it.

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“I only made sandwiches because–” You froze mid-step as you reentered the living room with one plate on each hand. Kuroo looked up at you from your laptop… from your tickle blog.

Your heart dropped straight to the floor, a silent gasp making its way out as your eyes widened. “Oh my god…” you whispered.

His gaze was unreadable for half a second, then it softened, and his lips curved into the slowest, most amused smirk that made your heart jump.

“So…” he started. “You like tickling, huh?”

You nearly dropped the plates, your knees nearly giving up on you. “I- I thought I closed that tab…”

“Well, seems like you didn’t, love,” he said with a soft smirk, setting the laptop aside. “Don’t panic, though. I’m not judging.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Your face felt like it was on fire.

Kuroo stood up and walked over to you, taking the plates from your hands and setting them on the table. Then he cupped your cheeks softly, making you look at him, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheekbones as if he wanted to ground you.

“Hey. Breathe. It's okay. Actually... it's kinda cute.”

You blinked at him, stunned. That was not happening. Kuroo did not just see your biggest secret in the whole world. You have closed the tab! You–

“Hey.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Don’t panic, I don’t find it weird. At all. I don’t find you disgusting. I don’t think you're crazy.”

You blinked again, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. “R-Really?”

He chuckled lovingly, as if you had done the most adorable thing ever and nodded. “Really, this is something you like. And I like everything about you, remember?” He pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Calm down, okay?”

You nodded a little or at least tried to as you looked at him. “I- I… Is it really not weird to you?”

His smile grew more genuine. “No, silly,” he said in that purring voice of his. “I actually am a bit interested… well, a lot interested.” His fingers moved down a little, fingertips brushing against the sides of your neck, barely touching you, but your skin broke in goosebumps and your breath hitched.

“Do you want to…” you started, then hesitated as if you wanted him to finish your line of thoughts.

“Tickle you?” He grinned. “Yeah. But only if you want me too.”

He really didn’t have any idea. How much you wanted him to absolutely and irrevocably wreck you until you were sobbing.

You gulped, your cheeks blushing more as you bit your lip, eyes flicking away. “... I do,” you answered in a whisper.

Kuroo leaned closer, lips almost touching yours, voice dropping low just enough to make your ears tingle. “Then… why don’t we eat those sandwiches later and we relax on the couch?” His fingers tapped gently at your waist, barely touching.

Your face flushed impossibly red, but this time you were smiling a little. Flustered. Giddy.

A soft nervous giggle escaped your lips as he smirked and held your hand, dragging you to the couch and guiding you into a laying position. Your heart nearly escaped your chest as he straddled your hips, pinning your arms above your head with one of his own.

A laugh escaped your trembling lips and he also laughed. “What’s so funny? I’m not even doing anything yet,” he purred.

You couldn’t talk, your body was tingling in anticipation. You both had had thousands of tickle fights before, thankfully, Kuroo never noticed how much you enjoyed whenever he got the upper hand, but now he knew and you were sure he was not going to have any mercy on you.

And you hoped for that.

Kuroo hummed in thought and your body instinctively pressed harder against the couch, as if you wanted to melt into it to escape his golden eyes, but he was looking at you, and when his free hand made contact with your ribcage, you nearly screeched.

“Goodness, you’re so ticklish,” he chuckled, fingers wiggling, squeezing, clawing and digging against your ribs as if he knew exactly where to touch to drive you absolutely insane– he probably did.

You laughed, didn’t even try to hold it back, why would you? You had been waiting for this for way too long to act subtle now. You squirmed and arched and squealed and laughed and Kuroo laughed with you, especially when you nearly lost it when his thumb rubbed deep circles on your highest rib, near the hollow of your pit.

“STAHAHAHAP!” You begged, tears of mirth already clinging to your lashes as you bucked and squirmed under him. “Plehehehease! Tehehetsu, plehehease!”

Kuroo chuckled with mischief, making your stomach drop. “Why should I?” He asked, moving to the left side of your rib cage to attack the same rib. “If I remember correctly, you made a post on your blog talking about how badly you wanted to be tickled right here,” he said, zeroing on that poor rib with almost surgical precision. “And if I remember correctly, you wrote, and I quote: ‘... tickled until I can’t breathe. No mercy, no safe word. Just absolute torture.’”

You would have whined if you weren’t laughing so hard, tears finally escaping from your tightly shut eyes. So he did read your blog, huh?

“Cat got your tongue?” Kuroo teased, pinching on that rib to have you screeching with hysterical laughter. “Or you’re just too ticklish and can’t even talk, hmm?”

You shook your head in desperation, your legs kicking behind him and your hips bucking, trying to push him off, but it was impossible to make him stop and the mere thought of him tickling you there for hours on end, made you cum suddenly.

That exploding sensation made you cry out a moan, your limbs trembling and your stomach tensing as the aftershocks made you spasm.

“What- did you–?” Even though shocked, Kuroo kept tickling you through your orgasm, milking out every last bit of your pleasure until you were whimpering.

You were still gasping for air when his hand finally slowed, teasing shapes over your ribs. Your chest was heaving, cheeks flushed, your whole body limp and trembling beneath him.

Kuroo tilted his head, grinning down at you with that look, mischievous, but impossibly loving. “So,” he mumbled, brushing your damp hair from your face. “That good, huh?”

All you managed was a breathless giggle and a weak nod, making him chuckle.

He leaned in, kissed the corner of your mouth, and whispered against your lips, “and we’re only starting,” he smirked, his fingers sneaking between your legs to tease the tender spot in your inner thighs, your eyes widened. “This spot right here, it was ‘your dream’, right? Shall we make it come true?”

And from the gleam in his eyes, you knew the night was far from over. After all, you did forget to close that tab.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! tickling #kuroo tetsurou #reader #kuroo x reader #ticklish!reader #tickle fic #n$fw #spicy #commissions #commission #mia's things #mia's fics

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schlattslambo · 8 months ago

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thigh job with charlie

please i need him so bad its genuinely unhealthy😖😫

a/n: thank you for this anon. i will be thinking about this for a while. i hope you enjoy! i wanted to try my hand at writing sub!charlie, i hope thats alright!

cw: sub!charlie, gn!reader but they have some thicc thighs, slight begging, one instance of hair pulling, calling charlie a slut

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charlie’s been known to whine when he gets needy. you’re used to it by now. you’d be doing something important and he comes in blubbering about how much he needs you. in today’s case, you’re sitting at your desk writing an important work email. your mind is completely focused on getting this out in time that you don’t hear the door creak open.

“baby?” charlie’s voice is just above a whisper as he stands in the doorway.

you don’t hear him, continuing to clack away at the keyboard.

“baby,” charlie tries, this time his voice a bit louder.

“yes love?” you ask, not taking your eyes from the computer.

“need you,” charlie’s voice comes out way needier than he expects it to.

“i’m busy, sweetie.” you reply, pausing to take a look at him.

charlie’s cheeks are flushed and there’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, some of his hair sticking to it. he looks desperate and pathetic, just how you like him. you weren’t particularly dominant or submissive before your relationship, but hearing how whimpery charlie got when you two fucked, it was hard not to dominate him.

“i-i’ll be quick, promise,” charlie pleads. “you don’t even have to stop working.”

“i’m listening,” you say, crossing your arms on your chest.

him bargaining when needy is nothing new. he gets desperate and dumb and can only think about you. he thinks with his cock sometimes, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“i could fuck your thighs,” charlie continues. “you have that standing desk too so you don’t even have to stop working. please, baby.”

you turn to your desk and charlie deflates slightly. but as he sees it slowly raise up, he can’t help the grin that breaks out on his face. you stand up, tugging your pants down. charlie’s eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of your ass. he’ll never get over how good it looks.

“get lube baby.” you order, turning back to the computer.

you smile to yourself as you hear charlie scramble to his room. he comes back quickly, breathing heavily as he uncaps the lube. you don’t need to look at him to know that his hands are shaking. you turn around to help, only to find charlie with his pants around his ankles and cock at attention. you can’t help but laugh at him.

“baby, you look pathetic,” you say, running a hand through his hair.

charlie leans into your touch, cock twitching.

“let me help,” you add, taking the lube from his hands.

you’re quick to apply lube to your thighs, right at the spot that he usually grinds against. you don’t touch his cock mainly because of the fact that he might cum from the touch alone. you turn back to the computer with a smile.

you don’t say anything, knowing that charlie is shaking in need and waiting for the okay to jump your bones. he’s breathing heavily, fingers twitching as he looks at your thighs. he fucking loves your thighs.

“go ahead, angel,” you say with a smile.

soon, charlie’s hard cock is sliding effortlessly between your thighs. you focus on the email that you’re drafting, occasionally flexing your thigh muscles to make him whimper. he’s whining away, balls slapping against your thighs. you finish the email haphazardly, sending it along to a coworker before turning your attention to the boy between your thighs.

“hang on,” you say, reaching back and stopping charlie’s movements. “let me turn around so i can see you.”

you turn around quickly, placing his cock between your thighs again. he watches where you two are connected before you cup his jaw and force him to look at you. his eyes are glassy and he’s flushed.

“so good for me,” you praise. “that feel good?”

charlie nods quickly, some hair falling in his face.

“so good,” he blubbers. “feels s’ good.”

you tug on his hair, making him let out a pathetic noise. he loves being manhandled like this, especially when he’s only allowed to fuck your thighs. it places him beneath you, and he absolutely loves it.

“pl-please,” he whines, voice wavering. “please let me cum for you.”

“you’re already about to cum?” you tsk. “let me hear how desperate you are.”

charlie lets out a mewl, shivering as you lean down and bite at his neck. “please (y/n), please let me coat your thighs,” he begs. “i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day, please just let me feel good for you.”

you look at him and his eyes are wet. a sign that he’s truly at the brink. you don’t want to be too mean to your boy, so you nod.

“go ahead, charlie,” you whisper against his ear. “make a mess for me.”

with one pathetic wail, charlie cums. thick white ropes shoot out and land on your floor as charlie holds onto your shoulders for dear life. he slumps against you as his thrusts slow, his breath against your neck.

“th-thank you,” he whispers. “thank you.”

“you’re welcome, my slut,” you smile, running a hand through his hair.

charlie clings to you for a moment as you kiss him gently. he loves you so, so much, and even if he isn’t going to say so with his softening cock between your thighs, he’ll make sure to whisper it to you later that evening.

“oh and baby,” you continue, making charlie look up at you. “you’re gonna need to clean up that mess you made, so go ahead and do that.”

you make your way to the bathroom, knowing that charlie will make that area spotless as you shower.

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich smut #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimesicle smut #charlie slimesicle x reader #chuckle sammy #sub!charlie

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gothlcsan · 2 years ago

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teasing your streamer boyfriend, beomgyu on stream

a drabble 𝜗𝜚 smut 𝜗𝜚 wc 784 𝜗𝜚 non idol puppy ! gyu

a/n he’s legitimately so adorable, i adore him so much. he’d make the cutest gamer boyfriend to ever exist, truly. Not proofread but wanted this thought out of my head.. 🐶🩷

please reblog + send requests for more ! x ♡

Beomgyu had already been streaming for several hours prior to you getting off work. Deciding to click open his stream while riding the bus home you smile as he excitedly jumps around after receiving a watermelon on the new game he’s been streaming. Something about seeing your boyfriend so excited over his game, baggy clothes, and bare face in full view made you want to climb onto his lap and kiss him until your heart popped. You know his body like the back of your hand, how his back arches and his chest bumps into yours when you grind against his lap or how his moans get higher from you pulling his ear between your teeth. No one knows he grew out his hair not because he liked you putting bows in it for streams, but the painful pleasure of you curling your fingers around the soft locks and yanking him around. Holding him down by the hair as you ride his cock milking him for all he’s worth. His eyes welling up with tears because he wants to cum but you’re so tight, so warm, he doesn’t want to stop not even when you tell him to cum for you.

You look so pretty today, bomi.

Beomgyu glances at the chat, seeing the chat go crazy, flooding his screen.

“Why is everyone talking- oh,” you smile as Beomgyu blushes pink. “Hi, baby.”

You ponder on if you should leave it at that and privately text him but something about teasing him in front of his chat made you shiver with purpose.

No bow today?

“No, you weren’t home to help me. Are you on your way home?” Beomgyu laughed, shaking his head.

Why? Miss me that badly?

The chat teases Beomgyu calling him a clingy puppy as he tries to deny it, covering his face in embarrassment, pulling his legs to his chest. You smirk, taking a break from the stream long enough to climb off the bus and start making your way down the street to your apartment complex. Beomgyu was still trying to deny the fact he was clingy, apparently he didn’t mind the puppy part you thought to yourself.

Bomi, don’t lie to your viewers!

You teased him, not waiting for his reaction as you locked your phone, quietly entering the apartment. Taking your shoes off and placing your bag onto the couch, you shimmy off your coat before silently making your way towards the bedroom. His gaming room was next door so you made it a mission to quietly rummage through the closet until you grabbed a collar. It was a pretty faint pink, adorned with a matching colored bow and silver bell in the front. You held it by the bell to ensure it didn’t give you away, closing both the closet and bedroom door as you stepped back onto the hallway. Knowing he had his headset back on thanks to the stream, you knew his cutely oblivious self wouldn’t realize you were coming in, still choosing to be quiet. Once you’re in view, just on the edge of the video, you place your forefinger to your lips to signal the chat to not let your presence be known. Most listen, others telling Beomgyu there’s a ghost behind him thankfully he’s preoccupied with the game to notice the chat.

Once you’re directly behind Beomgyu in full view for the chat, you lean down and smile, wrapping the collar around Beomgyu’s throat. He jumps. Hard.

“When the fuck did you come in?” He screamed as he ripped off the headset, clenching his chest as he dramatically turned to catch his breath.

You can’t help but laugh at his scared reaction, ruffling his hair once he turns back to face his computer and monitors.

“To be fair, chat did tell you to turn around. I came in a few minutes ago, so not too long.”

Beomgyu uses his feet to roll his chair closer to you, placing his face into your stomach, calling you mean as you rubbed his back, having to hold back your laughter.

“Everyone, I’m going to steal Bomi away now, okay? Need to make sure he’s okay.” You said with a smile, the chat saying bye and giggling knowing exactly what you meant. Ending the stream and turning the camera off, you leaned down to kiss Beomgyu against his lips.

“Let me make it up to you, puppy.”

Beomgyu’s eyes lighting up both from the nickname and idea of “comfort”, he follows close behind as you redirected him to the bedroom, not wasting a moment before he’s riding your lap with his hands shaking against your stomach.

Such a pretty puppy for you to tease.

#gothlcsan #smut #kpop smut #txt smut #sub beomgyu #beomgyu smut #puppy sub #puppy beomgyu #streamer beomgyu #drabble #txt drabbles #txt smau #txt x reader #txt imagines #beomgyu

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hammed-burger08 · 9 months ago

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| Selcouth | Chapter one: space station |

Platonic! Yandere! alien x reader

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, violence, death

Summary: While recovering a space capsule your astronaut team discovers an intelligent life form that seems to be a little too attached to you.

Word count: 1,246

A/n: Hey! This is my first ever story that I have posted to tumblr, please go easy on it. Anyway thank you for reading <3

“Datalog: entry number 1

Our team of astronauts has finally made it near the orbit of Grannus. Hopefully, the capsule containing the samples taken from Grannus arrives soon. I have a feeling that—" Just as you were about to end your data entry, your favorite person on board interjects.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" You turn around, jumping a little while doing so.

"Oh hey, David! You scared me." David is one of the two people you are currently stationed with inside of the White Sparrow, working as a pilot. He is the only person on this ship you actually enjoy having a conversation with, which isn't saying much, but you really do appreciate having him near you.

"My bad, girly," David replies with a disingenuous tone, laughing a little while he says it. This is one of the reasons why you absolutely love having him around; he always makes you laugh even if it's at the expense of you being teased—which it often is. Not to mention, David is a gorgeous man. You don't feel any attraction to him, but you can admit that he is beautiful. David is a brunette with brown eyes, tan skin, and huge muscles. And by huge muscles, you mean HUGE muscles; seriously, you've seen the man pick up 300 pounds of equipment like it's nothing.

"What's with the new addition of data logs?" David releases his hold from your shoulder, giving you a curious look.

"I want to document everything about this trip, seeing as we could make a huge scientific breakthrough."

"Understandable, however, don't you think you could use other methods of documenting like, um, I don't know, typing on a computer?" With a curious look shifting to an awkward one, David rubs the back of his neck.

"I mean, I have no issue with the data logs, it's just that if the wicked witch of the west heard that, she would flip her shit," he says, trying to explain his last statement.

"Wicked witch of the west? You mean Isla?" Isla was the other person on the ship, working as the technician. Both of you disliked her; however, David disliked her much less than you. It's not like you hated the woman—in fact, you respected her—it's just that she would often belittle you for your attitude (she hated everyone with a positive outlook on life). She was the kind of person to go out of her way and look for any reason to yell at you. You could literally just be sitting there, and she would pull something out of thin air to throw at your face.

"Yes, as if that wasn't obvious already."

"Bro, you can't say that! What if she hears you? I don't wanna be turned into a frog because of your dumbness!"

“Im too pretty to be a frog” you hear David mutter.

"You're so full of yourself," you huff, rolling your eyes.

"Anyway, we should probably get to working before she gets on us." Sighing, David begins to make his way out of the living quarters and into his stationed area.

"Right." You follow him until you inevitably part ways, you going to the medical/research side of the space station and David going to the control room.

It's only 20 minutes later when you hear the devil herself start to lose her temper with you.

"What do you think you're doing!" Isla loudly exclaims. You literally were not doing anything; in fact, you were just passing through her station.

"Nothing."

"If it's nothing, then why do I see you tampering with my things?" You're starting to believe this woman is actually delusional.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can very clearly see you destroying my things," she says with an attitude as if you just dropped a bomb on her work station.

"I literally have not touched anything," giving her a dumbfounded look, you turn to start making your way back to your station.

"Whatever, just leave. If I find out that any of my things are missing, I'm reporting you." Did she literally just tell you to leave even though you were already doing so? Did she actually just accuse you of stealing her things? What is her problem?

"Whatever you say, man." Not wanting to pick a fight, you quicken your pace and make your leave. Despite Isla's horrible personality and overall attitude, she was a very beautiful woman. Isla is a thin, tall brunette with striking blue eyes. She has tan skin and an award-winning smile.

While leaving, you catch a look at one of Isla's monitors. It shows a red blinking dot rapidly approaching the station. You see her turn and give you a look as if you caused it. You were about to question what it was, but you quickly didn't. You already know questioning her won't do you any good, so you go to David. David explains that it's the capsule you and your team have been trying to get your hands on for the past 2 months.

"Datalog: entry number 2

According to our radars, the capsule is headed off track and is rapidly heading towards our location. Isla is currently getting the space station ready to accommodate the capsule." Ending the data log, you look over to Isla's annoyed face. She clearly didn't enjoy you having data logs, but she will just have to deal with it. Slowly, the capsule docks at the end of the space station, locking in place and securing itself on board.

"Great work out there, Isla!" you exclaim, giving her a thumbs up. Isla just stared at you with a bored expression.

"…" You sat there for a good ten seconds waiting for any type of response from Isla, just to get nothing.

"Fantastic job out there, Isla! I knew we could count on you!" David shouts while walking through the door.

"Thank you, David." Wooowwwwww, she really told him thank you even though you basically said the same thing. It's obvious who the favorite is.

Making your way up to the capsule, you begin to unlatch the door. Stepping through the capsule, you look around at the samples the robot on Grannus collected.

"What do we have here?" you say, paying close attention to a certain glass box. It looked like it was moving.

"No fucking way! Oh my god! No fucking way!!!" You shout, running towards the box, missing the nasty look Isla was giving you.

"What is that thing?" Isla says, sounding absolutely disgusted.

"I have no idea," you answer, feeling as though you were on cloud nine. You quickly begin to pick the box up and set it on a table that didn't have anything else on it. The creature in the box was not like anything you have ever seen before. In the middle of its body (?) there seemed to be a closed lily-looking shape that was white. Going out from the middle of the creature, there were four central appendages, all reaching a span of about 21 centimeters. Connecting those appendages was an almost translucent film of cloth-like membrane. In fact, all of the creature seemed to be made of cloth.

"Should we contact the people back on Earth?" you question.

"Yeah, but the signal won't reach them for another 2 weeks," David answered after not speaking for a while.

"I'll get to that right now because whatever that thing is freaks me out," Isla says, walking out of the capsule looking as though she was going to puke.

"Your loss," you mutter.

#yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere monster #aleins #yandere alien #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere oc

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1arkspur-aconitum · 9 months ago

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THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND (s.r.)

IN WHICH: Spencer shows up late to work wearing glasses for the first time…

PAIRING: Season 3!Spencer Reid/Fem!BAU!OC

CATEGORY: fluff

CONTENT: pining, oblivious idiots in love, swearing, Emily being a little meddler

WORD COUNT: 3.7 (this was meant to be only 1k…whoops…)

PUBLISHED: 03/10/24

‘OH MY GOD.’

It’s the best I can do. It is the only thing I can think as Spencer Reid steps through the glass doors into the bullpen.

It’s one of those rare days where Spencer arrives later than me—later than the rest of the team, in fact—and I’m already sitting at my desk when he walks in. A cup of coffee from the Paper Cup (arguably the best coffee in Virginia, bite me Derek Morgan) steams away beside a half-eaten blueberry muffin, the crumbs of which litter the crossword before me. It’s partially completed, but I have yet to finish this specific paper’s puzzle without the genius’ help—I swear it’s almost as if they designed it for him. I’ve even marked little stars next to the ones I’m intending to ask Spencer.

Or, at least, the questions I was intending to ask Spencer. I may not ever get the opportunity to because I think he has decided to kill me this morning.

Spencer Reid steps into the bullpen dressed in brown slacks (as usual) and a striped shirt tucked into said slacks (also normal), but that’s where the familiarity ends.

He’s not wearing a tie which is very bizarre. In fact, the top buttons of his shirt are undone as if he’s rushed out of the door. From this distance I can see the contours of his throat.

We once had a surprisingly in-depth conversation about why ties are more commonly associated with men (due to the inherent power and authority we attach to them) and Spencer said that he tried to always wear one because it made people take him more seriously. I distinctly remember it because it made me kind of sad. The idea that people didn’t take him seriously bothered me more than I’d care to admit.

It’s not the tardiness, nor the lack of a tie, that wipes every thought from my brain, though. It’s not even the way he has pushed his hair away from his face like he’s some kind of Disney prince—though that on any other day would have done something similar to hitting the delete key on a computer.

No, it’s the damn glasses.

Spencer Reid has the audacity to be wearing a pair of horn rimmed glasses.

They’re perched on his nose as if they belong there, which—judging by the way they make his face distort when he turns to greet Derek—they do. I don’t know what it is specifically, but seeing him in glasses makes my stomach drop out of my feet, through several floors of the Quantico building, and deep into the ground.

Obviously Spencer is smart. Anyone who has the luxury of meeting him can tell you as such. It’s not as if he hides it, mister three PhDs and counting. But…but the glasses just do something extra, highlight that aspect of him, and I’ve always been a sucker for intelligence.

I genuinely didn’t think he could get prettier.

‘Shut your mouth, you’ll start drooling.’ Emily sidles up to my desk, thankfully keeping her voice low. I jump embarrassingly and manage to drag my eyes away from where Spencer is deep in discussion with Derek about something Derek doesn’t appear to want to talk about. Astrophysics? The flight path of bumblebees? If I was in Derek’s place, I would be hanging off of Spencer’s every word. ‘Honestly, could you be any more transparent?’

‘I…I’m not transparent!’ I say, but it does take me a second to work out what she’s saying. I take a distracting sip of my coffee, trying to ignore how the light slicks off of the frames as Spencer nods vigorously. A small strand of hair falls into his face and he brushes it away carelessly. ‘Maybe—maybe I was just…admiring the make, or something.’

‘I’m not stupid.’ Emily scoffs, knocking me with the back of her hand. She seems as if she is enjoying this way too much. There’s a sardonic gleam in her eye as she raises an eyebrow. I glower up at her over the rim of my coffee, imagining how it would feel to toss it in her face—anything to get that smug look off of it. ‘You can barely form a sentence.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I turn my nose up at her haughtily. I feel very much the petulant child denying having broken into the biscuit jar even when their mouth is covered in crumbs. ‘See? A perfect sentence.’

‘You’re not fooling anyone.’ Emily feels the need to tell me, eyes flickering between me and Spencer. I make a conscious effort not to look at him. It’s harder than I thought it would be. I wedge my foot underneath one of the spokes of my chair, forcing it to stay directed towards Emily. She grins as if she can sense my inner discord. ‘Y’know, for a profiler, you’re not very good at being discreet.’

‘I’m always discreet.’ The lie tastes bitter in my mouth and I follow it up with a sip of coffee. I don’t know where to look, what to do with myself, so I decide to focus on Emily. She’s wearing a new pair of trousers that have an embellishment up the side, a few beads shining in the sunlight streaming into the office. I wonder if she’ll let me borrow them…

‘I beg to differ.’ Emily perches herself on Spencer’s desk, crossing her legs. The tiny beads glitter like a mirrorball. This is fun for her. She likes making me squirm, and my respect for Emily is declining with every moment she holds me under this particular microscope. Part of me wonders if Emily truly is a sadist. ‘Come on, just admit it.’

‘I refer you to my previous statement,’ I swing my chair around even more to face her, firmly putting my back to where I assume Spencer and Derek are still talking. God, please don’t overhear this. What would I even say if he did? ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘Sure.’ She laughs brightly, not believing me for a second—to be fair to her, I don’t even believe myself. I really should get better at lying to my coworkers. It’s frustrating that, to be a profiler, you have to be inherently astute. I’ve always been a relatively open book, which makes this whole situation worse. I have no doubt that my every thought is plastered there for her to dissect. ‘I can’t blame you, you know. I mean, it is very…different. If you’re into that kinda thing, which I think you are—’

‘Please stop.’ I say. My fingers tangle into my hair as I lean forwards, the points of my elbows bruising the soft flesh above my knee.

I hate this feeling. Being so exposed, so vulnerable, being seen like this has never been something I’ve enjoyed. Maybe it is something to do with my childhood, but I never like to think about that too hard. What it comes down to is that I can tease people incessantly, but when the tables have flipped? I hate it. I wonder what that says about me..

‘Just ask him out.’ Emily’s voice is softer now, less ribbed with merciless humour. I look up at her with a disgusted expression–as if that would ever happen. Spencer is my colleague, my friend. There’s no way I’m putting myself out there like that, and she should know that already. She sighs. ‘Seriously. What’s the worst that could happen?’

Uh, everything? He could say no. I could seriously embarrass myself–a habit I have a tendency to do. I could vomit on his new shoes. In fact, Spencer probably doesn’t even like me in that way–thinking about it, I have no idea if Spencer’s even attracted to anyone. He’s never spoken about dates like Derek does, nor mentioned exes. When we talk about our first kisses, he stays silent. Whenever the topic deviates towards something unsuitable for work, Spencer noticeably stays out of it. Maybe he’s just not into anything like that.

That thought hollows out the pit of my stomach for a second.

‘If I answer that, then you’ll just think that I know what you’re talking about.’ I sense her words for the trap that they are. What a sneaky bitch. I narrow my eyes at her and Emily’s eyebrow twitches imperceptibly. A tell. Ever since we met, Emily has had a thing about trying to trick me into confessing my secrets at any opportunity she can get. I think she thinks it’s more fun if she doesn’t ask the question straight up. ‘So no. I’m not going to deign that with a response.’

‘You’re impossible.’ Emily groans. She tries to kick my chair with a free foot, but misses by a mile. Sucker. Like the child I am, I stick my tongue out at her. ‘Come on, you have no idea how painful it is to watch you pining–’

‘You think watching me pine is painful?’ I retort, propping my chin up on my elbow. It’s only when the words are out of my mouth that I realise I may have given a little bit too much away. Emily’s eyes light up with a familiar glee. My cheeks heat and I scowl. ‘Besides, I was merely observing.’

‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey.’ Emily practically purrs, a mischievous glint in her eye that I decidedly do not like. She pushes off of Spencer’s desk, her fingers trailing along the edge as she meanders to her own. As she does so, her lips curve into a knowing smirk. She mutters something under her breath that is just loud enough for me to catch the hint of amusement.

‘Care to share?’ The words are out of my mouth before I realise that I probably won’t want to hear what she has to say. Yet another one of Emily’s verbal pitfalls—I can’t be expected to spot all of them after-all. Sometimes I think talking to Emily is like navigating a field of bear traps.

‘Oh, nothing—just that you two are more similar than you realise.’ Her voice drips with feigned innocence. She chuckles as she sits herself down, opening a stack of files on her desk with a flourish, effectively ending the conversation and leaving me in a whirlwind of my own thoughts.

More similar than I realise? What on Earth does she mean by that? I know we’re both considered smart—we’re both doctors, we work in the same field, we’re around the same age. Admittedly, I’m not as smart as he is, but everyone can say that. There’s always been something different about Spencer.. He has always been a cut above the rest, a standard no one else can possibly hope to achieve. How could I ever compare myself to that?

I turn my seat around and allow myself a brief glance over to where Spencer and Derek are still standing. Spencer is still talking animatedly, hands gesturing in the space between them. Don’t even get me started on his hands because we could be here for literal hours. A doctoral thesis is 60,000–80,000 words. I reckon I could write that much purely on his hands.

Derek is currently looking at him with a fond, if slightly exasperated expression, having succumbed to his fate of listening to whatever it is Spencer is rambling about. They’re a strange pair but there’s no doubting the love they share between them. It’s honestly so endearing.

My gaze drifts from the pair of them to Spencer. With the glasses, it’s different somehow. The lenses magnify his eyes, making them larger, more expressive. I can see the rapid movement as he processes whatever Derek is saying in response to his rambling, I can watch the slight furrow of his brow as he formulates a response. The more I inspect him, the harder it is for me to work out why I like them so much. Perhaps it’s because he seems…softer, somehow. Less intimidating and more approachable.

More human.

Then it hits me.

The glasses are a vulnerability. They’re an admission that the perfect Spencer Reid is anything but, that, as much as his mind is as sharp as a blade, his eyesight is not. For some reason, that makes him even more attractive to me. Though, to be fair, there’s not much that would make him less attractive to me.

I tear my eyes away, a familiar heat rippling up the back of my neck. I can’t believe I’m having thoughts like this about my coworker. It’s unprofessional, impolite, and definitely dangerous. But I can’t seem to stop myself.

Every time I see him in those glasses, the more I think about what it would be like to kiss him with them on. Would he take them off, or would I? Or, maybe, he leaves them on as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him down towards me. They wouldn’t get in the way if we were careful…

For God’s sake.

I try to focus on my crossword but the words swim before my eyes. All I can see is Spencer’s face with those damn glasses, and the annoyingly infuriating way that they make his eyes sparkle. Perhaps Emily is right–perhaps I am as transparent as a window. This whole thing is stupid. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but it’s not like I can defenestrate them very easily.

Just as I am contemplating burying myself under several feet of damp earth, effectively giving up on the day entirely, Spencer and Derek seem as if they finish their conversation. Derek claps Spencer on the shoulder as the pair of them start to make their way towards us. I do my best to look busy, scribbling down a word on my puzzle that I am 99% sure isn’t correct. My heart hammers in my chest.

Jesus Christ, get your shit together, girl. It’s just an awkward, tall, lanky man. He’s not Hugh Grant. Or James Marsters. He’s just Spencer.

I don’t know if that sentiment makes it better or worse.

‘Morning, June.’ Spencer’s gentle, warm voice drags me out of my shame spiral. When I look up, he’s standing next to his desk, hands clasped in front of him as he peers down at me through those fucking glasses.

I plaster as much of a genuine smile on my face as possible. ‘Morning, Spencer. You’re looking very dashing today.’

Dashing? What the hell was that? Who says that? If I could make a time machine and return back to a few seconds earlier, I would. But, alas, I simply have to wait and see how Spencer responds.

His lips quirk upwards in a shy smile. ‘Really? Thank you. You, uh, you look rather…rather lovely yourself.’

‘Oh, uh, thanks, Spence.’ I mentally kick myself for sounding so flustered, looking anywhere but directly at him. I don’t think I look ‘rather lovely’ today–I’m wearing brown denim flares and a shirt, nothing too fancy. I try to regain some composure. This is so unlike me that it scares me. ‘So, new glasses?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ he says, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand. My eyes trace a vein that vanishes under the cuff. ‘I ran out of contacts and didn’t have time to go to the opticians. I don’t really like them, though, they kind of get in the way.’

‘Really?’ I try not to sound too surprised and/or offended, but I don’t think it worked very well. The next words I say are pumped with honesty. ‘I think they look good on you. Actually, they really suit you.’

‘Do you genuinely think so?’ He sounds as if he doesn’t believe me, but the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles. I nod, mouth suddenly very dry. Spencer sits on the edge of his desk where Emily had been moments before, crossing his long legs at the ankle. The odd socks (pink on the left, neon green on the right) make me smile. ‘I always think they make me look…well, nerdy. Derek agrees.’

I can’t not laugh a little at that, taking a sip of my coffee as I work out how to say what I want to without seriously offending him.

‘Spencer, sweetheart, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you are the epitome of nerdy without the glasses. And–and that’s not a bad thing in the slightest. It’s part of what I like about you.’

‘Oh.’ Spencer turns a furious shade of red, eyes dropping like a stone to stare intently at the floor. I immediately regret the words, but have to play it off as if I don’t. Sweetheart is a new term of endearment and one I didn’t intend to use, but it slipped out. I lean back in my seat, angle my head…do I backtrack? Do I apologise? I’m about to do as such when I see it. A tiny smile. Spencer’s next words are just loud enough for me to hear. ‘Well, thank you.’

‘That’s okay.’ I grin, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to put on a picture of nonchalance. If Emily is to be believed, he can see right through it, but it makes me feel better. I need to say something–anything–else before the silence gets too loud. ‘I actually didn’t know you wore contacts, let alone glasses.’

‘Yeah, I just find contacts easier–did you know that Leonardo da Vinci was the one who was first credited with coming up with the idea of contact lenses in 1508? It wasn’t created in his time, of course, but he was the one who first posited the idea of altering corneal power.’ Spencer’s hands gesture in the space between us as he endearingly rambles on about the creation of contact lenses. It’s sweet, and I let him talk for a while, using this opportunity to watch him. He’s just so pretty that it’s hard to focus. ‘And modern day lenses, the silicone ones, weren’t made until 1998.’

‘Wow, that’s kinda cool.’ I hum, taking a sip of my now almost-cold coffee. ‘I don’t know, I had you pegged as the kind of guy who doesn’t like putting his finger in his eye.’

‘What?’ Spencer chuckles, raising an eyebrow. He pushes his glasses up again and my heart stammers. ‘How could you possibly know that about someone?’

‘Spencer, you’re a known germaphobe. You don’t even shake hands.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t want someone else to put my lenses in,’ Spencer physically shudders at this idea. ‘But if I do it, it’s just my germs.’

‘I suppose that makes sense. If you had a twin, though, would you let them do it? Or someone with super clean hands? What about if you broke your hands and your glasses, and needed someone else to put them in for you?’ I rattle off question after question, knowing I really should stop talking, but it’s as if there’s a torrent of words I cannot control. ‘I mean, there are plenty of, of situations where you may need someone to…to put your contacts in…’

What the fuck am I on about? Oh God, this isn’t happening to me…I never thought I would be so swayed by a pretty face.

‘You’re a strange one.’ Spencer says, after a beat, and his voice is playful. He leans backwards and braces himself on the desk. ‘I don’t know, it depends. I mean, I wouldn’t let Derek do it, but…’

‘I wouldn’t let Derek do it for me, and I don’t even wear contacts.’ I laugh, tilting my head to the side and giving him a cheeky grin. He returns it, and for a moment, we just look at each other. The world narrows, as it always does, to just me and him. There’s a familiar warmth in my stomach that has always been intoxicating.

‘I’d let you put my contacts in.’ Spencer says the words as if they had been building up behind his lips. Pink stains the tops of his cheekbones. It might be a trick of the light, but I’m pretty sure that his gaze flickers down to my mouth for a fraction of a second before returning back to my eyes. My breath hitches and I have to look away.

‘Really? I don’t know if I should be flattered or kind of grossed out.’ Another sentence I regret saying, but what does one say to something like that?

Spencer laughs, but it sounds kind of forced. ‘Well, let us hope that it will never come to that. But, if it does, don’t let any of the others do it. Lord knows where their hands have been.’

I laugh too, but before I can say anything more, Hotch’s voice booms across the bullpen. He’s calling Spencer to his office, and the tranquil spell between us is shattered.

Spencer jumps, startled, and clears his throat. He pushes his glasses further up his nose and stands up. He offers me a muttered ‘sorry’ as he walks away, speeding out of the bullpen of desks and heading towards Hotch. I watch him go reluctantly, only looking away when he vanishes inside and the door closes behind him.

The groan I let out is loud enough to make Derek look up, but I bury my head in my hands before any of them can jump on me whilst I’m vulnerable. What the fuck was that? I’m not usually one to get flustered when faced with a pretty man, and usually I’m pretty confident around Spencer. Evidently there’s something about the glasses that turns me into a blathering school girl. It’s so stupid that I have no choice but to get a grip.

When I look up from my hands, determined to not let Spencer’s new eyewear affect me, Emily is watching me with a bemused expression. She must have heard the entire interaction.

‘Smooth, June. Real smooth.’ She says from over her coffee mug, the steam coiling around her like she’s some demon. The devious grin on her face doesn’t help that mental image.

I simply flip her off and return to my crossword.

Nosy bitch.

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