#and the way Henry looks at him while he's holding his hand... holy fuck

[chelleisamazing]

I really dont need to explain why I'm rewatching RWRB once again but for some reason tonight I'm really noticing every small detail of body language and it's killing me-- Taylor and Nick you're so so good you've made a freaking masterpiece

[asexual-juliet]

saw the outsiders musical last night (7/20/24) and thought i would make a little post about some of my favorite parts!! brody, sky & daryl were out so i saw trevor wayne as pony, josh strobl as johnny & henry julián gendron as two-bit!

there’s a bit after pony gets jumped by the socs where darry and soda are cleaning the blood off his face and when they’re done and have gotten up johnny comes and sits next to him and takes out a rag and starts also cleaning pony’s face <3 it’s so so sweet

henry does a couple little opt-ups as two-bit in both grease got a hold and hoods turned heroes where i was like “ooh!” i adore daryl tofa so i was a little disappointed when i found out i wouldn’t be able to see him but henry was SO fantastic!! such a talented dancer and you could tell he was having so much fun with the character! such a standout for me.

was deeply impressed by how many items were successfully thrown and caught in grease got a hold like holy shit dude

the LIGHTING in great expectations has pony pointing his flashlight at darrel on “darrel was on his way up in the world” & johnny on “johnny has no kind of chance in this world” and then as the verse goes on he points it at all of the greasers standing all over the stage and the light lingers on them for the rest of the song it’s so fucking cool-looking! and during the chorus the stage starts to look like a starry sky which is a choice they bring back for the little great expectations reprise at the end of far away from tulsa. 

the moment where pony & johnny do their little cool guy walks over to cherry and marcia at the drive-in with their popped collars was so precious to me

i ADORE cherry valance and i ADORE emma’s take on her!! her little convo with pony at the drive-in was really sweet and i loved that they chose not to make the dynamic feel like a crush on ponyboy’s part it was such a nice moment of two people finding and genuinely understanding each other so deeply <3

lighting sound & everything was so next-level during the fountain scene-bob’s death like i don’t even think i can describe it it was so much and so crisp and so visceral in the absolute best way

staging for run run brother was SO cool — there’s a part at the end where they use the tires and boards from the set to make two platforms that the other actors can roll them back and forth while johnny is on one and pony on the other and they roll them away from each other and they are both reaching out so desperately towards each other its so fantastic

i also really liked the part in run run brother where dally gives pony his jacket like he just wordlessly put it on for him it’s so nice

lighting & subsequent blackout at the end of run run brother as pb&j are in the air after jumping off the “train” was ELITE

pony is holding johnny’s switchblade during death’s at my door and at the end of the song johnny reaches out to take it from him but he doesn’t pull away so he’s just holding pony’s hand and then he puts his other hand over pony’s too and they sit there like that until the lights go down <3

LOVED what they’ve done with darry’s character here!! i know people have some nitpicky things with it but he is such a fascinating character and i’m so glad that the musical theater medium was able to do so much with him that the limited pov of the novel couldn’t — brent comer plays darry so so well and my heart aches for him like fuck dude he cares about his brothers so fucking much and he’s doing his best and he’s so so tired :((( give him a break!!

jason schmidt’s voice is SO fantastic holy fuck throwing in the towel was GORGEOUS!! and the little bit at the end where soda hugs darry and it looks like he maybe kisses him on the head a little is so darling <3

the entire “do i look like julie andrews?” scene is so fucking good… genuinely made me laugh out loud. “fine, paul newman, then!” “…no shit?” is so fantastic and johnny’s little “she is pretty as hell :)” about cherry is adorable. and ofc the “goldilocks and her ugly sister” line is fucking great

the way that johnny perks up when he hears “say hey to johnny for us :)” in soda’s letter is so cute

the church fire scene is perhaps the coolest shit i have ever seen onstage

ponyboy is crying so hard after johnny dies that has to sit down on the floor of the hospital room and soda sits behind him and just holds him <3

ponyboy is like actively crying as he narrates dally’s death its so fucking heartbreaking. i liked that they drew the parallels between the train crashes in order to make dally’s death meaningful despite its departure from the book. and the detail about the train derailing when it hit him was wonderfully written. 

there is a scene where ponyboy is like inconsolable sitting on the living room floor with his head in his arms after johnny and dally die and cherry comes by the house because she has been volunteering at the hospital and no one came to pick up johnny’s clothes after he died and she thought ponyboy should have them and she tells him there’s a letter in the pocket addressed to him and after she leaves he just sits there for a while and when he finally moves he picks up johnny’s jean jacket and fucking like hugs it and buries his face in it and it’s so so so heartbreaking and soda has to come over and start reading the letter to him before johnny appears and starts singing stay gold <3

johnny starts SR at the beginning of stay gold while pony is sitting on the car at SL but he is slowly moving closer to pony as the song goes on and right before they start singing in harmony johnny sits down next to him <3 <3 <3

josh’s stay gold made me CRY!! especially him and trevor singing “i have known a love that many never know / and that love lives on no matter where i go” holy shit. their voices blend together so beautifully

overall i fucking ADORED trevor’s ponyboy!! he embodies the role so so well and has such a fourteen-year-old boy vibe when he’s onstage that i definitely did not expect from an actor in his twenties! i’ve heard that his pony is a little more emotional than brody’s & josh’s and that was a choice i really really vibed with!! and his voice was like jaw-dropping, what a talent!!

stagedoor afterwards was so so wonderful! i made drawings for the entire cast and everyone was so so nice and seemed to really like them! the ensemble & understudies especially seemed really thrilled that i had made something for them

henry in particular was so so sweet and seemed like he couldn’t believe that i had drawn him! he was like “is this me for real?” and someone (i think it was trevor) told him to look at the back where i had written his name and a little note and he was really excited about it!! he actually was like “this is awesome i have to go inside and give this to my mom right now so i don’t lose it” and his family was right inside the stagedoor and he pointed me out to them and they were so excited! he gave me a hug too it was really nice :)

trevor was also really excited and was like “this is a drawing of me for real? not brody?” and he was so happy when he turned it around and saw his name <3

i gave melody and sarahgrace copies of the same drawing of both of them and as soon as i gave it to melody she immediately looked around to find sarahgrace and show it to her (she was still inside but it was very cute) and then she told me they were going to put it on the wall in their dressing room!!

sarahgrace was like “omg you even drew my bracelet!” and was excited when i pointed out the detail i put in for the pattern on her dress!

trevor yelled across the sidewalk to tell josh to stop talking to his (trevor’s) mom as a joke lmfao

everyone except jason & kevin c came out to stagedoor and they were all so so sweet!! got photos with most of them and they all signed my copy of the book!! overall such a fucking fantastic experience! the drawings were a lot of work but it was so nice to see the looks on the cast’s faces when they saw them!!

[porcelainmortal]

✨ and imma let you choose the pairing you want to write for, for ficlet Friday!

Thanks for the ask, Nico!!

I went with firstprince (of course) and a college au. Hope you enjoy!

✨ Make You Mine - Firstprince

Let it never be said that Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn’t go after what he wants. And right now, what he wants is to kiss the lips of the gorgeous blond across the room at this frat party. So what if he thought he was mostly straight until a few minutes ago? And so what if the only guy he’s kissed before tonight was his best friend in high school, who’s now openly gay and doesn’t talk to him anymore? It’s all ancient history, as far as Alex is concerned, because right now, all he can think about is what those lips would feel like and taste like between his own.

“Henry Fox,” the girl to his right says. 

“Hm?”

“The blond guy you’re staring at? That’s Henry Fox. He’s in my Historical Women’s Lit class.”

“Oh,” Alex replies, taking a fortifying sip of his drink. He can’t even taste it anymore.

“He’s gorgeous, right? Pretty sure he’s gay,” she sighs forlornly. Alex’s heart leaps into his throat. “He has a rainbow pride flag pin on his backpack and my best friend Josh said he got a blowjob from him once.”

“Was it any good?”

“What?”

“What,” Alex says quickly, as if he’s not suddenly picturing those lips wrapped around his own cock. That would be obscene, especially while standing in the middle of a crowded room talking to a girl from his Econ class whose name he can’t remember. Megan? Maggie– Mags? Something along those lines.

“Are you into him?”

No, but I’d like to be, his brain supplies unhelpfully.

“Um,” Alex hedges, drawing the word out. The longer he stares at Henry, smiling and laughing with a couple of people, the more impossible he finds it to deny. “Yeah. Yup, I’m into him.”

“Well? What’re you waiting for?”

Alex glances at the girl, staring at him with raised eyebrows and an expectant look on her face. Suddenly, he realizes that she was about to ask him a question earlier, before the conversation got sidetracked. He remembers thinking she was pretty, and then Henry had walked into the room.

“I’m so sorry, you were going to ask me something.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I was going to ask you out. I thought you were straight. But then I saw the way you were looking at him, and I knew my chances were shot.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex winces. “I think I’m bi.”

“You think?” She asks, laughing again, more gently this time.

“Yeah… it’s new? But also, definitely not new.” Alex looks back over at Henry, who glances up at that moment and catches Alex staring. Holy shit, his eyes are so blue. “Yep. Bi.”

“Well, go get ‘im, tiger,” she says, slapping him on the arm. “I’m gonna go get another drink and find out if Rob from class is single.”

“See ya,” Alex nods as he starts making his way across the room. 

Henry holds eye contact as Alex makes his way over, which he takes as a good sign. One of Henry’s companions stepped away at some point, but there is an attractive black man at his side who’s grinning widely in Alex’s peripheral. 

“Hi there,” Alex offers with a smile, trying to come off as smooth despite how his heart is hammering his ribcage. 

“Hello,” Henry says softly.

“I, uh… wanted to introduce myself. My name’s Alex.” Alex switches his Solo cup to left hand and holds out his right. Henry takes it, his palm warm and soft in Alex’s grip.  

“Nice to meet you, I’m Henry Fox,” he replies in a smooth accent. 

“Fuck me,” Alex breathes. 

“Sorry?”

The man to Henry’s left is still smiling and looking between them like he’s watching a particularly exciting tennis match. 

“Sorry. I just, uh… wasn’t expecting the accent.”

“Oh,” Henry nods. Alex registers that they’re still holding hands and releases Henry from his grip.

“I’ll leave you to it,” the dark-skinned man says, tossing Henry a look before stepping away. 

Alex feels kind of bad about his manners, having completely ignored the other guy, but he’s on a mission here. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink with me?” Henry looks down to where they are both holding cups with liquid in them. Alex follows his gaze and chuckles. “You know what I mean.”

Henry looks at Alex for a beat, his gaze heating as blue eyes bore into him.

“I’d love to, Alex.”

And, okay, there is no fucking reason for him to say Alex’s name like that, unless his palm is also still tingling from when they touched and sending electric sparks straight to his groin. Alex smiles and reaches for Henry’s hand again. 

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

Let it never be said that Alex Claremont-Diaz doesn’t go after what he wants.

Ficlet Friday Prompts

[iboatedhere]

I saw the word "farmhouse" in the Henry POV chapter and promptly lost it. Thanks @rmd-writes @pragmatic-optimist and @welcometololaland for all the hand-holding you've done and will continue to do.

Tagging @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lemonlyman-dotcom @beautifulhigh @basilsunrise @ramblingdisaster73

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It takes two trips to unload everything he bought. The stairs are one challenge and David is another, twirling around his feet, happy to see him even though he was only gone for a short time. 

He changes into his designated work jeans, already  broken in and comfortable with a tear at the left knee and a stubborn leather polish stain on the thigh, and one of Alex’s old t-shirts, so old and threadbare he’s surprised it surprised the journey from Brooklyn. 

He takes off his wedding ring and leaves it in the gold keepsakes box on the top of their dresser, not willing to take any chances after losing it in the barn. They had found both their rings almost side by side the morning after with the metal detector. Alex had started waxing lyrical about how it must have been fate and Henry, who was so thankful to have the ring back tucked both rings safely into the front pocket of his shirt then hauled Alex into the tack room then dropped to his knees to thank him. 

In his office he pushes all the boxes out of the way then lays the drop cloths over everything. He tapes off the baseboard and around the ceiling and all the electrical outlets and switches. 

He sits back on the floor and surveys the work he’s already done, knowing he hasn’t even done the hard part yet. 

Primer, Matt had said, was an important first step. 

Henry puts the first coat on too thick and it drips off the roller onto the cloth, immediately proving their worth. 

He learns from his mistakes and gets the proper coating of primer on the wall, stopping halfway to throw the windows open and fetch a fan from downstairs to cut down on drying time and help ventilate the fumes. 

He’d never hear the end of it from Alex if he’s almost passed out again. 

While the primer dries he takes a break for lunch and takes David on a walk. Back upstairs he cracks open the bucket of Oak Grove, a moss green that reminds him of early spring at Balmoral. 

He’s halfway through the second coat when Alex arrives, stepping through the front door with a loud “honey, I’m home,” greeting. 

“Upstairs,” Henry calls. 

“Still?” Alex hollers, followed by the sound of him climbing the stairs taking them two at a time. “Did you pass out from the fumes?”

“Not once,” Henry promises as Alex slides into the doorway and huffs. 

“Holy fuck.”

“Do you like it?” Henry asks, stepping back and admiring his work. “I can’t believe how many colors there are to choose from. Do you know that there are one hundred seventy seven different shades of white?”

“Does it remind you of looking at your family tree?”

“Need I remind you you’re now a part of that tree? A little dash connects me to you forever.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that everyone else is beige to extra beige and that’s not what I was talking about.”

“But do you like the color? I thought maybe it was too dark but there’s plenty of light from the windows—.”

“I wasn’t talking about the color I was talking about you. Jesus tits, look at you.”

Henry looks down at his paint splattered outfit. “What about it?”

“What about—what about it? It’s everything. It’s unlocking a very specific fantasy that I never knew I needed. It’s like you’re the hot handyman and I’m the overworked, under-sexed—.”

“You have never once been under-sexed your entire adult life.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Handyman Henry, or I'll...dock your pay? No, that’s a douchebag move, I would never do that and depending on the contract you signed–illegal. Are you in a union? What am I talking about, this is my sexual fantasy, of course you’re in a union.”

“My god. You’re worried about my contract but not the legality of propositioning your employee? 

“Who said I was going to be the one propositioning you? Nah, you’re gonna come onto me.” 

“Am I now?” 

Alex hums and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m gonna be in the kitchen making my dinner for one and you’re gonna come downstairs with a wound that needs to be tended to.”

“How do I wound myself?”

“I don’t know…opening a paint can? Don’t you have to shove a little thing under the rim and pop it out?”

“These cans actually have a very convenient pour spout. Matt, the clerk at the hardware store said it was a new feature. He's a nice kid. I thought he had a bit of a crush on me.”

“Of course he did, look at you.”

“Turns out he’s a fan of both of us.”

“Of course he is, look at me.”

“I am looking at you. I’m looking at you leaning against wet paint.”

“Oh shit,” Alex says as he pulls himself away from the wall.

[preciouslittletoonette]

I... have been very irritated lately by the sudden discourse or debate (depends on how amicable these sort of discussions ended) over the Ink Demon design in both Batim and Batdr.

Now on a usual day, I'd say "They're both great and everyone's entitled to their own opinion" but today is not such a day. What triggered this you may be thinking?

The whole notion of one demon being scarier than the other.

That..... hmmmm.... that got me.

So I have decided... to do a thing. I would like to say beforehand I really do like the Ink Demon the character. Both Batim and Batdr (Even if I'm more biased to DR). But all this talk of who is better is really irritating. And it repeats over and over and in such a medium-small, relaxed fandom on its way to sleep mode rn: that's something akin to a broken record.

And I hate being told the same things over and over and over again.

So I'm gonna, perhaps quite harshly but at best, just criticise and at very worst completely trash both the BATIM and BATDR Ink Demon's designs and mechanics because as much as I love this character and his flaws, I'm two bad takes of "one is scarier than the other" away from just never interacting with anyone in the Fandom again.

If you haven't caught the vibe already, I don't take anyone seriously who says one Ink Demon is scarier than the other.

Are you seriously trying to convince me that Batim's Ink Demon is scary? BATIM? The guy whose head looks like a crescent-shaped stress ball smacked onto a malnourished human body? The guy who can get stuck to a crate during a chase? BATIM? Ink Bendy?? Gtfoh

BATDR Ink Demon ain't very scary either. Grotesque, maybe, certainly more than stress ball. But the gross does not scare me very much

Almost like horror is pretty subjective and its not worth fighting over what's scarier

BATDR: The hunchback ain't it chief. Why couldn't we see him in full size, back straight in places where his height wouldn't be restricted. Your posture sucks babe.

BATIM: The legs. The fucking legssss. Need I say more

BATDR's thighs are stick thin and honestly no way will his lower body be able to support his gigantic upper body. I'm not willing to "cartoon logic" reason him out of this.

You cannot tell me that between DCLT and the first cycle of Henry's newborn hell that the Ink Demon is still limping from the injury Buddy gave him. What happened to invulnerability

Ways to incapacitate/kill the Ink Demon (Guarenteed to work): Go for the Legs Apparently (on both of them).

Look: getting chased by a monster is scary and slightly distressing in certain situations, but if the monster constantly gets stuck/glitched in the stairwell and amongst the crate and debris while you're trying to run away from him, he loses intimidation and a lot of it.

Also does not help if a good amount of his chases are scripted. Also does not help if his story presence is next to nothing in the most lore heaviest chapters.

Speaking of glitch: The glitch of the Ink Demon being able to get you in the vent. Makes my eye twitch.

"But Precious these are game glitches that's not fai-" I know

Honestly the nature of being chased by the Ink Demon on both games is relatively the same. It all ends with you hiding from him. Why does it matter that he chases you vs appears in front of you after a certain amount of time. You're still experiencing the same anxiety of trying to find a place to hide before he can kill you.

BATDR's claw length is annoyingly long. Honestly a lot of his body proportions are annoying. If he insists on walking on his hind legs holding his hands like a Jurassic Park Velociraptor, he best prepare to fall flat on his face. His balance must be so off holy fuck.

I still find BATIM's zombie walk wack, I'm not sorry.

BATIM's design just isn't all that visually interesting imo, this I am sorry for.

BATDR's design is interesting but it's both too little and too much. I'd list what I like but this is meant to be a negative post. I'll keep my positives in different post perhaps. I think Dark Revival's would benefit from some cartooniness but not as much as BATIM's ugly stress ball head.

This felt good to get out.

[skiller0dani]

Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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An Arrangement, chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Unruly Heart

It was insufferable being so damn close to him. The air was suffocating you, making you draw small, unsteady breaths as someone walked around you, pinning and curling your hair, while Kenny was working on your face. Henry sat close to you, his fist closing and opening over and over, his eyes closed as someone was fixing his hair as well. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or simply trying to hold back.

You had barely gotten two minutes alone after Daniella left, before a crew of people had wandered in, grabbed the both of you and started to get you ready for the red carpet. You were still flushed, your skin burning from his touch and you felt uncomfortably hot and bothered and very much with a need for release.

“You’re looking a little stressed, hon.” Kenny said, flicking his brush on your cheekbone. You glanced at him with a smile.

“Just stressed. First red carpet and all.” He nodded knowingly. “That’s gotta be stressful, babes. I promise, you’ll be looking like a freakin’ goddess walking that carpet, I’ll make sure of it!”

“She already looks like one.” Henry said softly. Kenny grinned and raised an eyebrow at you, as your cheeks flushed red.

“Damn, girl.” He snickered. “I’ll just enhance your goddessness, okay?” He sent you an air kiss and asked you to close your eyes. You followed instructions.

It was weird sitting so close to Henry that you could almost feel his body heat. You wanted to say something, anything, but everything seemed to be something said with only the two of you in the room. So you settled with the second best option.

“Does Daniella not like me?” You asked softly. Henry was quiet for a little bit as Kenny brushed eyeshadow gently over your lids.

You heard a sigh.

“No, it’s not you she doesn’t like. It’s the situation.” You hummed in response.

“She had hoped to avoid any type of PR-nightmare with me this year, I suppose.” He chuckled gently. “I suppose she didn’t expect you to walk in the door.” You sighed. Nobody did.

“Yeah, well.. She’s just so…” You fell silent.

“I know, love, but I promise, it’s mostly just the fact that she has to deal with this. She hates when I don’t follow orders.” You chuckled a little. “As I said earlier, I’m quite talented at stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Alright. I just… I don’t want her to hate me, y’know?” A big hand clasped yours, sending shockwaves through your system.

“She doesn’t. I’ll talk to her, alright love?” You nodded slightly.

“All done, my love! You’re looking freakin’ gorgeous if I do say so myself.” Kenny said, and you opened your eyes to look in the mirror.

You barely recognized yourself.

A sultry, dark and golden eyeshadow filled your eyelids, making your eyes stand out against the dark. Eyelashes framed your eyes way more than you’d ever think you’d see on yourself, and the burgundy lipstick made your lips look fuller. Your hair was pinned in strategic places, framing your face and lifting away from your face a little, gentle curls washing over your shoulders. Golden accents shone through as the lights hit your hair.

“Thank you, Kenny, holy shit!” You said, glancing at the mirror again. She felt foreign, the woman wearing your clothes in the mirror.

“Pish, posh, you’re just a great canvas, babes. Go get dressed, you’re going to look like a fucking treasure!” He said, clapping his hand lightly. You smiled gratefully at him and gave him a quick hug.

“Thank you, really.” He hugged you back. “Anytime, babes. I’ll leave my business card in case you ever need some assistance again, free of charge, okay?” You smiled.

“Thanks. I better go get dressed.” He winked at you and you followed Henry into the bedroom, where your outfits for the night hung on hangers from the door.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Henry was in front of you, his eyes raking your face, seemingly desperate to imprint your face in his corneas.

“You’re beautiful.” He said softly and lowly. You felt your knees buck. His arms were around your waist, keeping you in place, and his fingers danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say to him. He was so fucking handsome, you could barely form a sentence. His eyes searched yours with a burning fever.

“We need to get dressed or we might never leave this fucking room.” He growled, fingers gripping you tighter. You had to swallow a moan rising in your throat at the feeling of the pads of his fingers against your skin.

“Yeah, we should.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, eyes darting to yours.

“If you do that, we definitely won’t leave.” You whispered at him, boldness overtaking you as you let your thumb stroke his bottom lip.

“I will ravish you if you don’t stop.” He growled. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as silence and anticipation filled the room and air in between you both. You didn’t want to move, this fucking tension between you two was your lifeline, the very air you needed to breathe, and you couldn’t willingly let him go.

He bent down slightly and let his lips touch your forehead gently. “I need to control myself, Y/N, and you’re making that a very impossible task.” He groaned before stepping away slightly.

“Shall I help you with your dress?” You nodded, not trusting your voice. He went to grab the silk, rose gold dress of the hanger, as you stepped out of your clothes, leaving you in a bra and panties. He groaned. “This is entirely unfair. I don’t…” He went to you, still clutching the dress in his hand, but grabbed you tightly around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. “You’re like the apple in the garden of Eve. I fucking can’t hold back.” He said quietly, his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Then don’t.” You simply said. He dove to your lips, slotting them over yours with such fervour that you couldn’t hold yourself up - your legs buckled and he was holding your weight in his hand, holding you tightly, his body flush with yours. His teeth bared and he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to mewl against him. He growled into the kiss, his lips hard and impossibly soft against yours and his tongue darted out, silently begging for permission, and you granted it willingly. Your tongues danced against each other with more and more desperation, his fingers letting the fucking dress go to move to the the waistband of your panties, fingertips waiting for your permissal. You nodded, biting his lip and he was a wild man.

He groaned, grabbing your ass harshly with his left hand as his right hand’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, feeling your slick heat.

“All for me, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips with a smile. You found his eyes. He looked almost predatory as he waited for your answer. “For you, only you.” You moaned at him, your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers dipped between your folds and gently ghosted over your throbbing clit. You groaned. “Don’t fucking tease…” You gasped as a finger dipped inside of you, curling upwards and you finally let the last bit of willpower go, as your legs completely gave out under you. He growled, his lips moving to your neck as his finger began pumping in and out of you, dragging deliciously against your walls.

He would forever ruin you for any other man.

He added a finger with a moan as you pulled his hair gently, trying to - somehow, in your muddled state, remembering where you had to be soon - avoid messing it up too much. “Fuck…” His groaned against your neck. You felt the heat, the coil in your abdomen tightening as he moved faster, his fingers gliding easily in and out of you, his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“You want to cum, my love?” He whispered. His breath fanned over the wet kisses on your neck, causing goosebumps to rise, and you bucked your hips against him. “Words, baby.” You groaned.

“Yes, please, oh…” You asked. “Again.” His fingers were moving dangerously fast, making you crumble completely. “Please, Henry, I want to…” He hissed at the mention of his name and his fingers sped up, hammering in and out of you.

“Come for me, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so fucking good…” He groaned. Your hips bucked again and by god, you’d follow his directions to hell. You exploded in pleasure, whitehot fire licking your body as he let you ride his fingers through your orgasm.

You reached for his hard cock, but a knock sounded from the door and you both stilled, his fingers still inside of you.

“10 minutes until the car is here!” Someone shouted from behind the door, and you both groaned. He let his forehead rest against yours.

“Later.” He said softly, letting his fingers slide out of you as you hissed, and kissed you softly. You never wanted him to stop. He pulled away, still holding you gently and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean - he was completely going to ruin you.

“Let me help you, love.” He said with a smile, grabbing the discarded dress from the floor as he let go of you, holding the dress out.

“It’s beautiful. I would much prefer you like this, though.” He said, his eyes raking over your body. You sighed, trying to steady yourself as you grabbed the dress.

“You need to get a wipe, you’ve got a little lipstick, babe.” You said with a grin. And indeed, his lips had gotten a burgundy hue. He grinned and wiped his lips with his thumb in a way that should be illegal.

You quickly went to the bathroom, got the dress on, fixed your lipstick and hair a little, glancing in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty and you barely recognized yourself. The dress hung from your shoulders, and you quickly walked to Henry, who had already put his suit on, currently straightening his sleeves. He smiled sinfully at you, his eyes darkened.

“Can you zip?” You asked breathlessly, turning your back to him. His fingers danced over your bare skin until he finally, slowly, zipped your dress up. “You look stunning.” He said. You smiled. The dress hugged you, the rose gold colour complimenting your skin perfectly.

“Thank you.” You grabbed the heels next to the bed and slid them on, stood up and drew a deep breath.

“You ready?” You asked him. His lips curled into a smile as he held his hand out, weaving his fingers with yours.

“With you? Always.”

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Henry

She looked terrified as she stared at the crowd outside of the car door, cameras flashing and screaming filling the air around you. She turned to him with wide eyes.

“Is it always like this?” She asked with a breathy voice. He nodded with a soft smile.

“Unfortunately. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and I’m right next to you all the time, alright, love?” She nodded. “I’ll go out first, go to your side and open the door, and we’ll walk together, okay?” He asked, looking her over. She was shaking a little, but nodded anyway.

He stepped out of the car, flashes almost blinding him and walked quickly to her side of the door, opening it and grabbed her outstretched hand, gently helping her out of the car. She looked like a dream.

The dress fell around her perfectly, like water dripping from her body, the dips in the fabric perfectly enhancing her shape. The colour made her look ethereal.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair - he realised, as he pulled away, that it wasn’t for anyone. It came naturally. Like she just fit. She drew a shaky breath and leaned into him a little.

“Let’s go.” She whispered. He smiled and they started walking, stopping in front of the cameras, smiling and staying glued together.

“Henry, is this your girlfriend?” One reporter yelled out. He nodded, a triumphant smile on his lips. He didn’t even care, the consequences of his desires would come later and hurt him, but for now, he’d enjoy the way his heart swelled at the words. She chuckled a little and they walked to the little area of the carpet, where interviews took place. He bent down a little as they walked, whispering in her ear.

“You’re doing great.”

“I’m not really doing anything.” He grinned at her. “You’re doing plenty, believe me.” If he had his way, she’d be writhing underneath him just so he could show just how much she did. To him.

They stopped in front of a female interviewer with a kind smile.

“Henry Cavill!” She said sweetly, grinning at the both of you. “I’m so happy to see you, how are you?” He smiled kindly and held Y/N a little tighter. “I’m great, thank you.”

“So this is…?” She asked with raised eyebrows. He smiled.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Y/N blushed a little and smiled sweetly at the interviewer.

“Oh, my god, how exciting! Is this your first red carpet?” She asked her, a microphone in her hand. Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of crazy.” He winked at her.

“Indeed, a little loud, huh?” The interviewer asked with a grin. Thank god for kind interviewers. Y/N laughed, the sound lodging straight into Henry’s heart. “Yeah, but that’s what I get for dating a global superstar, I guess.” She nudged him gently and he grinned at her.

“So, Henry, are you excited for the release?” He nodded. “Very much so. We’ve worked hard on this film, and I just hope everybody else will enjoy it as much as we have.” He said.

The rest of the night flew by, a flurry of shaking hands, smiles and cautious greetings -his hand never left the small of Y/N’s back, and she was as gracious as anybody. Sweet, easy to talk to and she charmed just about anyone she met. She didn’t seem starstruck or distracted by the many known faces, but talked kindly to everyone - even Ben was surprised at her casual attitude, and he had grinned at Henry and mouthed A keeper to him.

He knew.

When they finally got out, it was a little past midnight, and Y/N groaned and took her shoes off, closing her eyes in relief.

Henry chuckled. “A long day, huh?” She nodded. “Car’s supposed to be just around the corner.” He said, glancing at the street. She groaned and simply sat down, straight on the ground - he chuckled at her.

“I know this dress is more expensive than my rent, but I physically cannot stand up anymore.” She said, closing her eyes. “How do you do this every time you’ve done a project?” He shrugged, seeing the car round the corner. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it by now. Come on, car’s here.” He said, reaching for her. She grabbed his hand thankfully and they slid into the back seat.

As the drive started, so did the tension he had felt in the hotel room before he lost his control completely. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and tried desperately to think of anything else, because he couldn’t bury himself in her here, in this fucking car.

“You looked stunning tonight.” He said in a low voice. She smiled gently, cheeks red, and caught his eye.

“Thanks. A lot of work went into it.” She glanced out of the window, her brows furrowing.

“Aren’t we going in the wrong direction from the hotel?” She asked. He nodded.

“Erh, yeah. I thought we’d appreciate going home, just the two of us. Kal is already at the beach house, the sitter dropped him off thirty minutes ago.” She blushed.

“Do you know you do that a lot?” She asked.

“Do what?” He replied, grabbing her hand. She smiled softly.

“Refer to it as if we both live there.” He stilled. “Oh, I’m… I’m sorry.” He said. He hadn’t thought about it, but he felt it. It wasn’t the house, that was a home, it was her.

“It’s fine. I kind of like it.”

Silence fell in between them as the car sped down the road, darkness consuming the world around them as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, just as quickly as he had fallen in love; slowly and then all at once.

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 18*

Okay so this is kinda super short, but they might all be from here on out if I wanna finish by next Weds. I wanted the next part to be altogether and I don't want to put off posting this anymore. I haven't had time to write more in two days since this has been written!

Please forgive me. <3

Chapter 17

Chapter 19

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 You, Eddie and the Scooby’s all go back to the Kreel house to see Vecna hooked back up to all of his vines, with Max pinned against the wall with them. Her eyes were glossed over.

“Max!!!” Lucas immediately ran over to her, trying to release her from the vines. But they held tight. 

“God, oh God…” You bit your lip, trying to figure out what to do. 

And then an idea hit you. 

You ran over to one of the vines ‘plugged into’ Vecna and pulled on it. Amazingly, it easily squeezed out of Vecna’s body into your hand. 

“Holy shit--” Eddie gasped, while the others stared. “H-How did you do that?”

“Can we all do that?!” Steve ran over and tried yanking on one- it stayed put. “Guess not,” he muttered. 

“I think…” You were thinking out loud as the wheels in your head began to turn. “I think I can…” 

Before anyone could stop you, you held the vine up to your forehead, slowly shoving it inside your forehead.

“What the FUCK--” Dustin yelled as he and Eddie both ran to you. But it had already been fully injected into your skull. Your eyes went glassy and your body fell to the floor, limp.

“NO!!” Eddie grabs you and holds your head in his lap, trying desperately to pull the vine from your head. It doesn’t work. 

“God, why would you do that, Y/N?!” He cries, holding your head with both of his hands. “Come back to me. Come back to me!” 

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Inside Vecna’s/Max’s Mind 

You could see this place looked like the Upside Down, but even more decrepit and scarier, if that was possible. Off in the distance you can see a hole. In the hole was what looked to be a gymnasium set up for a dance. Was this Max’s mind? Did Vecna taint it? 

Closer, but a ways across from where you were standing, you could see Vecna talking to a girl who was tied up with vines holding her arms and legs, pinned to the front door of the Kreel house. You started to sneak up on them, being as quiet as you could while listening to Vecna speak to the girl.

“It is over, Eleven, your friends have lost. There is nothing you can do to stop this now. Hawkins will burn, and fall, and I will be there. I will be there to pick up the pieces when it does,” 

He held her face in his bony fingers, taunting her with his words. You inched closer to them, grabbing a piece of driftwood as you crept.

“There was a time, when I wanted you by my side,”  He begins to raise more vines up, heading towards her. 

“...But now I just want you to watch,” He smirked as the vines wrapped around her neck. 

“Sorry Henry,” You smacked him over the head with the board, knocking him to the ground. “Show’s OVER,”

You immediately began to try and unhook the choking girl from the vines, but unfortunately your hit wasn’t strong enough to knock Vecna out. His mind still had a hold on the vines. 

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Meanwhile

While Eddie was attempting to snap you out of your trance, they all heard a ruckus begin to circle the house from outside. It sounded like distorted chirping, and distinct flapping of wings. 

“Shit…” Robin muttered as her, Steve, and Nancy ran to the windows. 

“It’s the bats!!” Nancy yelled, running back to her bag of “weapons.” 

“Shit,” Eddie whimpered, remembering his last encounter with demobats. He may have been healed, but he could still feel their bites on him, like a distinct muscle memory. 

“Nothing’s distracting them now, we’re fucked,” Steve grunted, glancing at Eddie.

“GEE HARRINGTON, I’m sorry i can’t be your fucking patsy right now!!!” Eddie yelle at him angrily. 

“Sorry,” Steve muttered as he went to grab his spiked bat. 

“Look, we don't have time for your bitch fight, okay boys?” Robin scowled at them, grabbing a bottle of vodka and a match.

“NO,” Nancy stopped her. “We need that for Vecna,” 

“We’re not gonna need ANYTHING for Vecna if we’re DEAD, Nance!” Steve argued. “We can handle them!” 

“Ohhhhh I doubt it,” Eddie laughed bitterly. 

“Oh why, because you couldn’t fight them with your ‘battle shield’?” Nancy gave him a sarcastic smile.

“HEY!!!!” Dustin screamed, still at your side. “He fucking DIED, Nancy. Fucking show some respect!” 

“CHILDREN, FOCUS,” Robin clapped her hands wildly, having set the bottle down. “Okay Nancy we’ll save the big guns for Vecna, alright? Everyone just-- do your best,”

“Do your best?” Dustin rolled his eyes. “This isn’t fucking softball, Robin!”

“I’m sorry, was that a lesbian joke, Munson?!” Robin growled.

“HEY,” Lucas had finally had enough; he backed away from Max to glare at all of them. “Why the fuck are you all fighting like god damn TODDLERS fighting over toys?!” 

“...It’s gotta be because we’ve been in here too long,” Nancy looks around the attic.

“Yeah I think she’s right,” Steve nodded. “This place is…infectious,” He put his shirt collar over his nose, as if breathing in the particles was slowly poisoning his brain. 

“We have to get out of here,” 

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In The Mind Prison

While you tried freeing this “Elven” girl, you were suddenly thrown back in the air, landing to the ground with a huge thud. You looked up to see Vecna standing up and dusting himself off. 

“It’s not you I want Y/N. This isn’t your fight,” He wagged a finger at you. “I have what I want. You and your friends are free to leave, plenty of time to get a ringside seat for the fireworks,” 

He then began walking over to Max, who was now trembling against the vines. You stood up and started to back away, feeling guilty but that self preservation instinct was just too high right now. He was completely right, this wasn’t your fight. You had zero duty to any of these people except your brother. He didn’t have to tell you twice; you could still get out of here with Eddie and Dustin. He’s right, it was over. Not really much you could do but save yourself. 

But then you heard a voice.

“El? El can you hear me? EL!” a male’s voice began echoing through the sky.

“I don’t know if you can hear this, but I’m here, okay? And…I love you!”

You start to slow down as you listen to the boy’s words. 

“Do you hear me? I love you! I’m sorry I don’t say it more. It’s not because I'm scared of you, I’m not. I’ve never felt that way, never. But I am scared that one day you’re gonna realize that you don’t need me anymore, and I thought if I said how I felt, it would somehow make that day hurt more. But the truth is El, i don’t know how to live without you. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods. When you were wearing that yellow Benny’s Burgers t-shirt, And it was so big it almost swallowed you whole,” 

You stopped completely, trying to imagine a little girl in a huge oversized t-shirt. God, they must have been little kids. Dustin must have been a little kid when this first started. And you had ignored it, pretended not to see it. And because of your selfishness, now you were all here.

“I knew it right then and there, that I loved you. And i’ve loved you everyday sense. I love you on your good days, i love you on your bad days. I love you with your powers, i love you without your powers,”

Powers. This must be the girl the Scooby’s were talking about. But how was she here? She must have some kind of power to reach Max’s mind all the way from California. 

“I love you for exactly who you are. Youre my superhero! And…I can’t lose you! Okay, do you hear me? I can’t lose you!”

You close your eyes and your mind only goes to one thing: 

Eddie.

You’ve both made this similar speech to each other so many times in the last few days, it almost seemed unreal. Unreal that you could go through so much, love each other SO much, that it brought you both back every time. 

…..But now you realized, it wasn’t just your love. You and Eddie weren’t the only ones to have that kind of love, that kind of connection. It was like you were listening to Eddie give this speech to you, trying to bring you back to him. 

“...You can do anything! You can fly! You can move mountains! I believe that, I really do. But right now, you just have to fight, okay? Fight!!”

“....God dammit,” tears started to fall down your face, as you came to the horrible realization that you were going to have to do something you really, really didn’t want to do. 

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Suddenly you came to, the vine coming out of your head and falling to the floor, as you sat up gasping. Instantly, Eddie and your brother’s arms were around you again as they sobbed into your back and chest.

“God I thought I lost you--” Eddie,” trembled, slightly hitting you. “Don’t DO that! What is wrong with you?!” 

“Hello, pot,” you softly laughed, putting a hand to his face.

“Yeah, yeah I get it,” he chuckled, putting his hands against your face and pulling your forehead against his. He could feel you hesitating, so he opened his eyes to look into yours.

“....What?” he asked.

“I hope you’re happy, Munson,” you sniffled. 

“Wh-Why--?” He stuttered.

“You’ve finally rubbed off on me,” you rubbed his cheek.

“Wh--” he looked at Dustin fearfully before looking back to you. “What does that mean?”  He really didn’t want to know the answer. 

“....I gotta be a hero,” you gave him a sad smile.

His eyes widened, his hands tightened on your face.

“No,” he shakes his head wildly. “No no no no NO!” 

“...Now you know how I feel,” you chuckled.

“Don’t fuck with me, Henderson,” He glared at you. “You trying to get back at me for--”

“No,” you took his hand. “No, I--I have to help eleven,”

“Eleven?” Dustin asks. “S-She’s in there?”

“She’s fighting Vecna, and he almost killed her. But--MIke brought her back,”

“Mike? Lucas asked. “H-How?” 

“I guess he’s with her, her body anyway,” you explained as fast as you could. “He was telling her to fight that--” 

You paused, leaning against Eddie. “....That he couldn’t live without her,” 

“Yeah that sounds like Mike,” Lucas chuckled.

“Yeah well--” Eddie shakes his head, gripping your hands tighter. “I-I can’t live without you!” 

“Edds we have been going back and forth for days now, dying and coming back for each other. And every time one of us says they can’t live without the other-- but we both know that isn’t true,”

“Yeah, it is,” He started to cry. “It is--”

“Baby they’re kids,” You wiped his tears with your thumb. “They’re the same age we were when we-- fell apart,” 

“But that’s because I was stupid, not because you DIED. And if anything that makes my point even more. We didn’t get our shot, we--”

“Maybe we lost our shot, Edds,” you cut him off. “Maybe we lost our shot at happily ever after so that Mike and El can have theirs,”

“NO, FUCK THAT,” He starts getting angry. “I’m not gonna let you sacrifice yourself so Wheeler can keep his girlfriend,” 

“It’s not just them and you know it, Eddie,” you said sternly. 

“This isn’t-- you’re just trying to prove a point, Y/N,” He laughs sarcastically. “And it’s NOT okay--” 

“When you were trying to be a hero, you didn’t have anything on your shoulders, Eddie,” you cut him off. “This ACTUALLY does. Because I have Henry and Eleven’s powers. I can help,”

“No, NO,” He closed his eyes and shook his head, pulling you tightly against his chest.

“I love you Eddie,” you started to cry. “I love you so much, so goddamn much. Please remember that,”

“NO,” he pulled you away slightly to look into his bloodshot eyes.

“You have to remember our promise, okay?” You bit your lip as tears dripped down your cheeks. “Y-You have to keep on living. Be happy,” 

“I’m never gonna be happy without you, Y/N,” He started to sob. “I never have been,”

“You will be,” you assured him. You turned to Dustin, tears streaming down his face.

“Dustin, take care of him, okay?” You held his hand. “Please, don’t let him doing anything stupid,”

“STOP,” Eddie grabs your shoulders. “Stop this,”

“Say it,” you ignore him, talking to your brother. “Say you’re gonna look after Eddie,” 

“....I promise,” He nods softly. 

“Y/N!!” He shakes your shoulders so you look at him. “Look, i’m sorry i made such a big deal about the ‘hero’ thing, okay? You win,”

“I’m not trying to ‘win’, Eddie!” You exclaim through tears. “I have to do this, I have to--”

“Run,” Eddie put a hand over your mouth. 

“...Excuse me?” you remove his hand. “I’m sorry, did you just say--”

“RUN,” He repeats, louder and more serious. 

“I thought there was ‘no more retreating’ from Eddie The Banished’?” you gave him a sad but snarky smirk.

“I never said you couldn’t,” He cups your face in his hands. “There is no shame in running, remember?” 

“No, there’s not,” You grin, loving to hear that you’re right. Then you grabbed his face and kissed him, the hardest and most passionate kiss you’ve ever given him. 

“That was--” Eddie starts to tell you how amazing that kiss was when you give him a sad look, pushing him away from you. 

“Wha--NO!” Eddie realizes what you’re doing and tries to grab the vine but you stick it back into your forehead before he can.

“DAMMIT!!!!!” He screams angrily, shaking your body. 

“WHY?” He yells at your unconscious body. “Why…” he trails off into sobs, holding your limp body in his arms. 

“Guys uh--” Robin looks around the windows in the room. “I don’t think we’ve got a lotta time,”

“We have to get out of here,” Steve warns them.

“The FUCK we do!!!” Eddie yells, clinging to your body. “I’m not leaving her here!”

“She’s attached to Vecna, Eddie!” Dustin cried. “They won’t hurt her. Us however, they won’t hesitate to kill. You KNOW this!!!” 

“WAIT” Lucas cried, pointing at Robin's bottle. “He’s out cold right now, why don’t we just carry out the rest of the plan.

“Because she’s in there!” Eddie gestures towards your body. “And so is Max,” He gestured to Max’s body on the wall.

“What if by killing Vecna we keep them trapped forever? We’ve been over this!”

“They’re in Max’s mind, not Vecna’s,” Lucas reminded him. 

“If MAX dies they could all be stuck there forever,”

“....Okay,” Eddie sighed, stroking your cheek. He pulled your body as far away as it could go while attached to Vecna, trying to shield you from the molotovs they were going to throw.

“Okay!” Seve clapped his hands.

“WAIT,” Dustin points to the wall where Max is. Well, it was. 

She’s being pulled from the vines and up to the top of the attic.

“No!!!” Lucas yells, starting to cry. “No no no no NO!!!!!!!”

Were you already too late?

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We Know What You Saw, Part 2.

Brought back by popular demand!  Thanks to @misszura @buttercupblondie and @therightnutsack for the encouragement to keep this story going! It’s a wild ride lol. If you haven’t read part 1, check it out!!

Warnings: Violence, strong language/ terror.  You guys asked for more violent scenes so hopefully we delivered! Also, the world rape was used once (but absolutely nothing more than that)

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“Why don’t we take a little field trip down to the woods since you were so curious the other day.  Doesn’t that sound fun, hmm? Vic says as he pulls you closer to his body, nipping at your neck playfully. He chuckles as you tense up and continue to shake and cry.

You tried to grab onto the lockers  to stop Vic from picking you up but he overpowers you, forcefully carrying you off.

Vic locks his arms under your armpits while Patrick joins in, grabbing your ankles so you can’t kick out. 

Patrick smirks, letting out a taunting chuckle. “I love it when they struggle.”

The school hallway filled with your screams, echoing out yet nobody came...Nobody ever came.~

Part 2 Continues:

Your mind races as you try your best to squirm but it’s no use.  Belch looks at you sporting a mocking smile as he nudges Henry in amusement. 

You notice Henry inching closer to you, so you take this opportunity to kick him despite Patrick’s tight grip around your ankles. 

It was a pathetic attempt though.   You didn’t even hit him but the mere action was enough to piss Henry off. 

He lunges for you and grabs your face roughly, squeezing your mouth tightly in his hand. “Ohh you’re going to regret that you little fuck.”

Tears continue to stream down your cheeks.  Even through blurred vision you can still make out Henry’s piercing blue eyes and twisted snarl. 

You could have sworn you heard a door slam down the hallway.  But it was wishful thinking considering it’s after school hours and everyone, including teachers already left for the day. 

HELP!  H-HELP, SOMEBODY HELP MEeE!!”  You scream out desperately,  voice cracking during your pleads. 

Belch laughs and mocks your croaking voice but Henry is not amused.

“That’s it!”  Henry snaps,  exchanging a mischievous look with Patrick.

Henry gestures to Patick with a head nod.  You  nervously turn your attention to Patrick who is staring you down like you’re nothing but prey as he continues to hold onto your ankles.

He licks his lips suggestively, suddenly tossing your feet down in a swift motion as he  makes his way to your upper half, still held by Vic.

Your eyes widen in terror realizing something really, really bad is about to happen

“N-No!  Stop!  G-Get away from me!”  you cry, desperately trying to kick now that your feet are finally free.

“Hold her the fuck down!”  Henry orders as Belch rushes on Henry’s command.

Even with Vic holding your arms  you still twist and turn, so Patrick straddles your waist. 

“Don’t cry Y/N, this won’t hurt too much.”  Vic says, bending your arm in a way which exposes your wrist in an upward-facing direction.

Patrick smiles like a psychopath, revealing a long needle- similar to one you would see at the doctor's office but with a much, much longer needle.

Inner turmoil arises within you.  Holy fuck, oh my God, they’re going to drug me!!  They’re either going to rape me or kill me… or worse, both.

You weren't going to go down without a fight though.  Despite how rough they were and how raw your throat got from screaming,  you still tried your best.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh Y/N… it’s getting closer.”  Patrick taunts as he brings the needle close to your vein just to pull away at the last second to keep you on edge.

You wanted to look away but your body physically wouldn’t let you.  You scream bloody murder every time the needle approaches to the point where Henry covers your mouth to shut you up. 

Out of your body's natural fight or flight reaction (and half spite) you bite Henry’s Palm, invoking him to back-hand you across the face.

Patrick finally pushes the needle into the vein on your wrist, but purposely does it slowly so you feel every ounce of pain and stinging sensation. 

Within seconds you feel your eyes getting heavy.  An overwhelming sleepy sensation takes over your body causing you to become weaker, giving up the fight. Blackness covers your vision starting with your peripheral. 

Their voices sound so far away even though they’re inches from your face.  The last thing you heard was Patrick’s chuckle saying, “Time to open up your mouth  bitch.”

After what felt like hours of being knocked out, you finally come to but you still can’t see, or move.

That’s when you realize you’ve been blindfolded, your wrists bound behind your back while your ankles have been bound together, as well.  To make matters worse, you were also gagged.

You could feel cool air so you knew you were outside now but where?

You’re sitting with your back up against something rough. With your fingertips you try to feel the ground to identify where exactly you are.  That’s when you felt pine needles and dirt.  Then it dawned on you…

Vic's voice from earlier echoing in your head, “Why don’t we take a little field trip down to the woods since you were so curious the other day.  Doesn’t that sound fun, hmm?”

You shiver recalling his threat, knowing they must be close by. 

“Nice to see you again!”  Belch says in a happy tone but clearly making fun of you.

You jump, not realizing they were right there.  Damn they can be sneaky. 

Henry removes your gag but warns you not to scream.

“Listen here, sweetheart,”  Henry spat in a disgusted tone.  “Where gonna play a little game here.  There is a right answer …*Henry circles around you, popping up on your left side now.*  ...And a wrong answer.  Wrong answers result in punishment.  Do you understand?”

You don’t respond, only sit there and sob. 

“Oh come on, Y/N what are you crying about?  This is a fun game!”  Vic mocks, making the others chuckle.

“W-why are you doing this to me?”  You ask softly between cries.

No one responded until suddenly you feel hot breath against your ear and Patrick’s dark voice, “Because...we know what you saw.”

“Enough crying!”  Henry shouts impatiently, slamming his fist above your head on the tree.

“So, this is how it’s gonna work. You’re going to guess what weapon we’re using on you strictly by touch.  If you get it wrong...you’ll be punished- plain and simple.  Better hope you can trust your senses.”  Henry says nonchalantly with a shrug.  

You begin to panic again but try to remain calm for the sake of not pissing them off.

“I’ll go first~”  Belch says, crouching down to get on your level.  He grabs your hand and takes one finger and places it against something that feels like metal.  Suddenly you hear a click and feel a mini shock/ jolt.

“Ouch!  What the hell?!”  you shout.  Since you grew up with annoying brother, you knew what it was.

“Fucking electric fly swatter.”

Henry, Patrick and Vic all look at Belch with a  confused /what the fuck’ look.

“What?  It’s all I had at home.  You guys didn’t give me much time to prepare.” Belch says defensively, Patrick chuckling in the background.

Henry shakes his head in disgust  before saying,  “I’ll go.”   in a gruff voice, half annoyed you guessed correctly.

You feel something cold and sharp graze lightly against your thigh. Surprisingly he was being gentle, until you feel a sharp burning sensation not even a second later. 

You knew instantly Henry was his signature knife… how predictable but hey,  you weren't going to argue.

“Knife.”  You say through gritted teeth, the pain throbbing now.

Even blindfolded you can tell Henry is staring you down in anger. “Well… don’t get fuckin’ cocky. You still got 2 more rounds to go. Vic, you’re next.

You squirm around uncomfortable, Vic may seem quiet but he’s ruthless when it comes to taunting you. 

You feel his large, strong hand hold you down, hinting at you to stop moving.  

You feel something hard, and long against your collar bone ...but...it’s definitely not a penis (haha..sorry readers).   You hear a clinking noise and instantly know that sound!  “B-Baseball bat!  It’s a fucking baseball bat!”  You yell frantically. 

Vic is clearly annoyed you guessed it and takes his anger out by swinging one of the trees nearby.

“Finally, my turn..”  Patrick says licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.

You feel his hand trace gently down your stomach and sides, giving you chills since his touch is cold yet gentle.  

You begin to panic.  Fuck, fuck, fuck what is this???  You truly had no clue and couldn’t concentrate as you recall Henry’s threat for punishment.

“Uh oh guys, I think we have a loser here…”

“No..No! W-Wait!  It's uhh, a- a wrench!”  You exclaim frantically, speaking a million miles an hour. 

“OOOhh so sorry Y/N but that is incorrect!”  Patrick says while making a fake pout.  “Try.. *you feel a punch to you stomach which knocks the wind out of you* ...brass fuckin’ knuckles baby!”  He says filled with pride that he won.

“You know what that means, doncha’?”  Henry whispers in your ear before putting the gag back in.

You feel yourself getting picked up again and placed into a cold, dingy, small space.  Suddenly a heavy door closes, trapping you inside.  It smells of pure death inside. That’s when reality set in that they put you inside that fucking fridge.”

“Don’t worry Y/N… I’ll let you out in 5 minutes to signify the 5 finger- brass knuckles you got wrong.  Thanks for playing and better luck next time!”  Patrick says in his best game show host voice. 

After the 5 minutes of you being trapped in there, Patrick stands by his word and lets you out.  You gasp for fresh air once the gag is taken off.

Belch helps untie you as Henry takes off your blind fold.

Henry crouchs down so he’s face to face with you, his eyes piercing into yours. 

“Maybe you’ll remember this the next time you want to go snooping around. Now get the fuck out and keep out of my woods.”

[heytherejulietx]

hey! i don’t know if i sent this before but could you write a richie x reader where reader protects the losers from bowers? and she gets injured but doesn’t show it until she passes out?

bowers - richie tozier

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y/n decided that she absolutely detested her english teacher.

it was one of the last days of school before summer, and yet she’d been kept back for an extra hour to tutor some asshole in her class who hadn’t even been bothered to read their set text for that month (to be fair, richie also hadn’t read the text, but she supposed he wasn’t as much of an asshole because she loved him. boyfriend perks or some shit. and she also wasn’t staying back to tutor him, too). so whilst the rest of the losers had been let out of school she had to wait until she could catch up with them after. so she hated her english teacher and by extension the idiot that she had to tutor.

she’d had one good tutoring experience, and that was because richie genuinely needed help writing a history paper. it was only good because they got ten minutes in before they forgot the essay completely and ended up making out in his bedroom for the rest of the “tutor session”. richie had said they spent their time well and he didn’t regret it when his paper was graded poorly, and y/n smacked the back of his head. it was his fault they ended up making out in the first place. obviously.

so when four o’clock rolled around y/n left the practically empty school with a scowl on her face. her bike - usually surrounded by the bikes of the rest of the losers - stood alone as she walked towards it and unlocked the bike chain before she got on and rode off away from the school. richie had said to find them by the clubhouse, but as much as she loved him, she took stan’s word that they’d probably be by the local park instead. stan usually had the best idea of what was going on.

after a little while of peddling through derry y/n found herself approaching the park with a sigh of relief. she was tired and honestly wouldn’t mind listening to richie and eddie bickering like an old married couple for the next however long. she’d have preferred it to tutoring the asshole. though as she came to the edge of the street she screeched her bike to a stop, spotting the losers on the other side of the street with bowers in front of them.

from where she was stood she couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but she could see richie stood right in front of bowers yelling something about “shouldn’t you be off blowing your cousin” and beverly stood beside him, hands on her hips as she glared bowers down. bill was stood behind richie, trying (and failing) to get him to back down, with eddie on his other side with an inhaler in hand. stan stood shuffling on his feet nervously beside mike, whilst ben was keeping an eye on beverly.

y/n got off of her bike and stood it up against the wall of some building beside her as she frowned at the scene. she hurriedly searched henry’s hands for any sign of his knife and was thoroughly surprised when she didn’t see it. until she noticed it peeking out from his back pocket.

memories of seeing ben’s scar on his stomach for the first time made her glower at the back of henry’s head, angry at the thought of him hurting any of the other losers again.

she spotted an empty glass bottle on the floor and without thinking lifted it up and hurled it through the air towards bowers. it shattered against his upper back and the shouting went silent as they all turned to face her, bowers with a murderous glare on his face.

“hey bowers!” she shouted, hands on her hips, matching bev’s stance. “what’s it gonna take for you to chop that mullet off, dude? shit’s fuckin’ ugly man!”

although y/n wasn’t completely alike her boyfriend (mostly in the sense that she could calm down if she wanted to, and richie was constantly at a state of maximum energy at any given point) they were alike in their mannerisms if y/n really got going. she maybe even had bigger balls than he did, as stan once pointed out. she didn’t shy away from conflict - she probably ended up making it worse sometimes, to be honest.

she didn’t look away from bowers but she could feel eight pairs of eyes on her. though the death glare that she was defiantly staring back at was definitely the strongest. she’d maybe even be a little bit scared if she wasn’t too pissed off to care.

as bowers started crossing the street towards her, shouting nasty and horrible things her way, y/n sent a look towards stan and bill and nodded in the opposite direction. they needed to get the losers away before it kicked off with bowers, because she knew that richie and bev would be eager to get themselves involved too. the whole point of distracting bowers was so they wouldn’t be.

stan and bill had hands on the other losers arms, and from where she was stood she heard something close to “she’ll lose him then meet us around the corner“. once she was sure that the boys had it covered she faced henry again, stepping back a little as he got closer though she didn’t lose her glare.

“what the fuck are you playing at?” bowers spat, stopping directly in front of her. she could see small shards of glass sticking in his hair and inwardly smirked to herself.

“the bully act is a little old, isn’t it? you’re pathetic.” she stood her ground with as much ferocity he had, momentarily forgetting about the knife he had, though it was quickly brought to her attention when it was taken out of his back pocket and the tip was pointed at her.

y/n stumbled back a little on instinct, though tried to keep her stance the same. bowers was slowly closing in on her - she only had so much pavement left behind her before a wall. though just as he raised it to send a slash her way, she spotted blue lights in the distance and smirked.

“i’d watch it, bowers,” she nodded in the direction of the sheriff’s cruiser, knowing fully well that his father was in the car. “wouldn’t want daddy catching you with a big-boy blade.”

the cop car drove right down their street and past them, and y/n thought that it would be okay to turn and walk away with a final gesture of her middle finger his way.

big mistake.

she got a few steps away as the cruiser went down the street, though she didn’t take into account that bowers might come at her again. just as she glanced down the street, wondering what side street the losers could have taken to get away, she felt a hand grab the strap of her backpack and yanked her backwards onto the floor, winding her with a wheeze as she landed on the pavement. as she tried to forcefully drag in a breath of air she could see bowers towered over her, blade still in hand, and panicked. he had a fucking knife and she was laying on her back, defenceless.

her hand reached out beside her to grab the first thing she could on the floor and when her fingers circled around one of the larger shards of glass from the bottle she threw mere minutes before she swiped at him with it, taking his moment of leaning back away from it to scramble up to her feet.

“the fuck is your problem, man?” she wheezed, still somewhat winded, now sounding like eddie. she could feel her heart beating out of her chest, almost painfully thumping against her ribcage.

instead of an answer bowers pushed her back again and she landed on the floor once more, the shard of glass falling from her hand. breathing through her teeth, knowing she didn’t have enough time to stand up again since bowers was so close, she rolled onto her stomach to reach and grab the shard of glass, planning to turn back towards bowers to defend herself.

y/n misjudged how long that would take, because before she could turn back around she felt a sudden pain to the back of her leg, along with the sound of her jeans tearing. fuck, did he cut her? if he did he probably didn’t do it very deep because it didn’t hurt terribly bad. y/n still yelped in surprise, though, and kicked him away before she got to her feet again, glass in hand again.

the knife he was holding was coated in blood and it made her feel sick to stare at him, a sadistic fucking smile on his face. y/n would honestly rather have tea with michael meyers over that.

thinking on her feet she threw the glass at him and managed to hit him in the face. bowers groaned in pain and immediately covered the spot with his hand, and y/n wasted no time in turning to run away from him.

through being winded twice the drags of air she took in were audible and wheezy, hurting her throat and chest with every intake of breath. she debated on tackling eddie for his inhaler when she saw him. her shoes slapped against the pavement loudly as she ran down the street and down the first alleyway she saw, hoping the losers were somewhere close. she could already feel herself tiering, and she didn’t want bowers catching up to her again when she had less energy. she’d be much worse off.

thankfully the losers were quite literally right in front her, as when she had turned to run down another side street she collided with richie and almost sent them both tumbling down, if not for mike and ben who managed to hold the both of them up.

“fucking hell-“ she was still wheezing, gripping onto richie’s ugly shirt in tight fists once she was back on her feet. “are you guys okay?”

“we should be asking you that, holy fuck,” richie’s eyes were wide as he held onto her arms to keep her steady. “you sound like eddie.” he added, ignoring the complaint behind his back at the comment.

with richie keeping his hands on her arms bev rubbed her back from where she was stood on her left side, eyes kept on her face. y/n had momentarily forgotten about the cut on her leg because the rush of adrenaline she was feeling kept her from noticing it, and she was wearing black jeans so the blood wouldn’t really show on the material.

“i’m okay,” she nodded, breathing slowly but surely becoming an easier task as she continued to hang off of richie’s shirt, which he seemed like he didn’t mind. “i’m fine.”

“badass taking on bowers like that,” eddie commented, earning a chuckle from the rest of the losers. “i don’t think anybody else would have actually done it.”

“hey!” richie complained, turning to face eddie though he kept a hand on y/n’s arm. “i totally could have done that.”

“no offence rich, but i do have bigger balls than you.” y/n poked him in the chest and earned a playful glare in return.

as richie and eddie started arguing like usual y/n blinked a few times. the adrenaline was wearing off, and the supposed scratch on the back of her leg grew more and more painful the longer she stood there. she grimaced, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she inhaled deeply through her nose. the back of her thigh felt oddly warm, like warm water was running down her leg, though she immediately dismissed the idea that it was blood. no, she’d know if it was that serious. she couldn’t have run all that way with a deep cut in her leg, could she?

“y/n?” she blinked a few times and looked up, meeting stan’s concerned gaze in front of her, soon followed by the rest of the losers taking suit. “are you okay?”

“yeah,” she exhaled deeply, attempting to step forwards, though the movement was so wobbly that immediately richie grabbed one of her forearms to keep her steady. “just peachy, stan-the-man. i think i just need to sit down…” she attempted to step forwards again, though this time the wobbling was more prominent, and she fell right towards stanley as her eyes rolled back.

-

“fuck!” richie had immediately reached forwards in the attempt to catch her before she fell on stanley, and with the help of stan and mike he managed to lower her to the floor.

“oh my god!” eddie was shrill with panic, taking in worried breaths already. “bowers killed y/n!”

“she’s not dead you fucking idiot!” stan yelled back, though his face was pale with worry too.

richie tried to block the bickering out when bev and mike joined too as he crouched beside her, hands a little shaky as he tried to check her over for any injuries, ben doing the same from where he stood. he couldn’t see anything, though a puddle of blood forming underneath her left thigh spoke for itself, and immediately he was panicking too.

“fuck! eddie her leg!” richie was shouting too, hoping eddie knew something about what the fuck was going on due to his extensive medical knowledge.

eddie crouched on the floor beside her leg, gritting his teeth to hold back the willing heave from the sight of blood as he tried to see what had happened. with the help of bev who lifted her leg up, eddie gasped and almost made richie go into cardiac arrest.

“what?! what is it?! is her leg falling off or something?!” now he was sounding like eddie.

“bowers cut her-“ eddie almost heaved again though swallowed it down to speak again. “it’s bad. she needs to get to the hospital she’s losing a fuck ton of blood.”

“fuck-“ richie felt nauseous with worry, and his hands shook as one moved to her cheek, shaking her slightly as if she would wake up. when she continued just to lay there he pulled off his shirt with trembling fingers and leaned over her body towards her leg. “she needs something tied to stop the blood flow, right?” he spoke quickly as he looked up at eddie, who had his hands clamped over his mouth as he tried to keep from throwing up. “RIGHT?” he yelled, impatient.

eddie nodded frantically as his hand dug into his fanny pack for his inhaler and richie wasted no time in wrapping his shirt around her leg, and tied a knot tightly above the cut, not bothered by the blood staining it. once it was tied beverly lowered her leg back down to the floor.

all of the losers had the same sort of expression on their faces; shock. whether it was shown through wheezing like eddie or standing as still as a statue like stan, they all had the same almost ghostly look to their expression.

“there’s a phone booth down the street, i’ll go call an ambulance.” bev announced before she took off running in the direction of the phone.

richie sat back on his heels, pretending his hands weren’t stained with his girlfriends blood as he took her hand and sat it in her lap. he could feel his heart thumping against his ribs and just prayed that the ambulance would get there soon.

-

y/n blinked almost furiously under the sudden harsh light, it hurt her head to look at it. the bed she was laying in was uncomfortable and the room smelt like disinfectant. eddie better not have cleaned my room again, she thought. the last time he had done it was because she had a stomach bug and “the germs could spread and get everyone sick!“, so she didn’t see why he had reason to do it now.

once her eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the room she glanced around and was suddenly taken aback by where she was; the hospital.

y/n immediately sat up, suddenly wide awake, though she flinched when she felt something grab her hand and turned to see what it was, thoughts of bowers and his blood-coated knife flashing in her mind. though she relaxed slightly when she saw richie sat there instead, his hand over hers.

“it’s not even summer yet and you’re already having adventures. look at you go.” his teasing voice filled the room, though she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t completely carefree like usual.

y/n smiled a little as she leaned back against the pillows of her bed and shrugged. “what can i say? i’m just way cooler than you.” she teased as she moved her fingers gently against his to link them together.

richie scoffed in mock offence though a moment later he’d leaned forwards, his other hand over their linked ones. “you feel okay?” his voice was soft and genuine, a tone she only ever heard from richie when they were alone.

she blinked a few times at the question, and suddenly the pain in her leg had registered and she winced. “my leg hurts.”

“i’d expect so after bowers fucking sliced you open,” richie grumbled. he looked angry and concerned and different. y/n rarely saw him so serious. “when i see him next i’m going to kill him.”

“no, rich,” y/n shook her head, frowning a little as she squeezed his hand a little firmer. “i’m okay. just leave it. it’ll get worse.”

richie sighed though nodded, his gaze focused on their interlocked hands. y/n waited another moment before she shuffled over on the bed (and grit her teeth to suppress the grunt of pain from moving her leg, which richie picked up on anyways) before she pat the bed beside her and tugged on richie’s arm. “in.”

“not the first time you’ve said that.” richie snorted as he stood up, and let go of her hand so he could climb onto the bed beside her. once he had settled comfortably against the pillows y/n tucked herself into his side, and closed her eyes once her head had dropped against his shoulder.

after a moment she could feel the tips of richie’s fingers dragging up and down her arm, tracing invisible patterns along her skin. his lips pressed to the crown of her head and in return she gently left a kiss to his collarbone with a quiet hum, though kept her eyes closed.

“you didn’t have to put yourself in harms away for us today,” richie mumbled. “i totally could have handled it.” he added jokingly, not able to stay serious for long.

“oh i’m sure,” y/n smirked slightly before she shook her head and sighed. “i saw the knife in his back pocket and thought of ben and what he did to him. i couldn’t imagine him doing that again to any of you. i’d do anything for you guys,” her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, and when she looked up richie was already looking at her. “especially you.” she added, almost silent.

richie brought his tree hand up and brushed some hair out of his face as he looked at her, surprisingly not cracking a joke or even a smirk that time. instead his expression was soft; a rarity for sure. his gaze softened and he had a half-smile that made y/n almost swoon, despite being in a hospital bed.

“that means a lot,” richie told her genuinely. “i just don’t like seeing you get hurt, doll.”

“i know, but i’m okay.” she insisted, sitting up a little against his side as she looked at him.

“you’re almost okay,” he corrected, as his fingers tapped against the thigh of the leg that was hurt. “just don’t throw yourself in front of bowers for us again, okay?”

“‘kay. promise.” she smiled, and her eyes closed shut again when richie pressed a soft, loving kiss to her lips.

“as much as i’d love to enjoy this moment,” richie pulled away, his usual smirk back on his face. “eddie is probably outside going through his third inhaler, and stan’s hair probably dropped out from stress.”

y/n laughed and shook her head, though she knew richie really wasn’t far off.

almost as if the losers had heard them, the door opened so quickly and with so much force that it slammed against the wall beside it, revealing (surely) eddie hugging his inhaler and stan looking sick with stress, followed by the other losers.

“yo stan, you look like you just saw under eddie’s mom’s skirt.” richie called over, and immediately eddie was cursing at him as he stepped forwards.

y/n giggled to herself as she tucked against richie’a side, watching the usual bickering start up again. back to normal, she thought to herself.

[legendarywizarddetective]

On Set - Chapter 1

Soooo.... after all these lovely comments of you, here is Part 1 of my story for you. I hope you like it. A special thanks again to @nashibirne who always supports me no matter what and kicks my butt if I struggle with writing...Love you hunnybunny <3

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader (f)

Summary: You start your work as Henrys new PA and things turn out completely diffrent than you thought...

Word count: 1309

Warnings: rpf, implied smut, insecurity

Please note also that english is not my mother tongue and that the story is not beta read, so all the mistakes are mine.

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Chapter one: Never in a million years I would have thought that I would be Henry Cavill's personal assistant but now here we are. After the short greeting in Lauren's trailer we headed to Henry's to sort out what my tasks would be. It was just half an hour that I was officially his PA now and I already was nearly breaking down. This man could definitely not be human, his broad back and his muscular body... his curls and his ridiculously handsome face and the worst of all, his ocean blue eyes that stared right into my soul every time he looked at me... Well yes Henry Cavill was certainly the lead role in all my thirsty fantasies and to be honest not just once in my mind while I pleasured myself late at night. And now I felt like a boneless puddle just because of his sole presence in the same room. I wasn’t sure how I should manage to be the professional assistant Lauren had promised him. Well there was just one solution to this problem. I had to face reality... He was way out of my league. ah what did I think...way out of my universe, there wouldn’t ever be the possibility that he would see me as a woman and not just as his employee. I didn’t need to trick me and think that there would be the tiniest chance... I mean come on, we all knew his ex-girlfriends, one prettier than the other, all super sexy, super fit and super gorgeous, nothing ordinary and average like me. That’s it Y/N just face the truth and be happy about the job. "Earth to Y/N" Henry pulled me out of my thoughts as I stood awkwardly and lost in the middle of his trailer. "Oh, sorry what did you say?" I mumbled slightly embarrassed by my lack of attention. "I just asked if we want to sit down and talk about our arrangement" he smiled at me. "Oh of course". I simply replied and followed him to the small couch in the Living room. We sat down on opposite sites and looked at each other, our knees touching because of the lack of space but Henry didn’t even realize. For me on the other hand, just that tiny bit of bodily contact made me tingle with excitement. His soul reading blue eyes stared at me and I swore I saw a light grin on his face as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I shook my head and looked down on my lap "Well OK Henry please tell me what you expect from me as your personal assistant." I looked at him again Be professional, be professional. I thought to myself while his smile never disappeared and he obviously was confident enough to hold eye contact the whole time, I mean why wouldn’t he, HE was definitely not distracted by pure beauty like I was. "OK there are several things that you as my personal assistant need to do, I mean obviously you did a lot of these things for Lauren too but it wouldn’t hurt to repeat them doesn’t it darling?" his smirk grew bigger with each of his words "Of course not Mr. Cavill... I mean Henry" Oh gosh he was so fucking intimidating and some kind of demanding, but I wouldn’t mind at all if he would have pounded my chores deep inside me, right here on the carpet in front of the couch now. Fuck fuck fuck stay professional. The heat started already to grew up in my spine but I tried to remained focused and to not look down in embarrassment again. "The most important thing is that everything I tell you stays between you and me, I mean obviously you signed an NDA anyway but I want to have a trustworthy relationship with you. because you will get to know a lot of personal things during our time together." His words were strict but his smile was bright and warm. "That’s absolutely clear Henry I would never talk about the things you trust me with to anyone... I bet you already made enough bad experiences with that" I rumbled but then it stroke me "Oh sorry that was a bit too forward maybe" I scolded myself for letting my words go so far but I knew enough about him and his past to know, that his privacy was very important to him. "That wasn’t too forward... That’s exactly why I told you that. I really want to trust you and I want you to trust me as well. Yes, I had some people around me before that abused my trust

and I will not let that happen ever again" as he said that his smile faltered and for the first time in our conversation I saw the real Henry, the one that was just a human being with emotions and doubts, not Henry Cavill the actor. But he composed himself very quickly. "Your main task is to watch my schedule and remind me of meetings and appointments I have. Here on set you will get my timeline from Lauren and I already have a complete schedule for the next two weeks with appointments like interviews and training sessions that I need to attend in addition to filming. You have to watch the clock so that I don’t mix anything up, but I don’t think that this will be a problem for you. Lauren said that you are a fantastic organizer." He gave me the most reassuring smile and I blushed instantly which didn’t go unnoticed to Henry. "Ah and there is one more thing I’d like to ask you right before we start... because our schedule is very packed I thought it would be the best, if you could skip your drives in the morning and evening and therefore move in with me into my rental house at Berkshire." He beamed at me. "I am sorry what?" I couldn’t believe my ears. Did Henry really ask me if I wanted to share a house with him...heaven help that could not be real. "Yeah well it´s just effective isn’t it?" He scratched his head and seemed to be somewhat unsure of himself for a moment. "But you don’t need to if you are not comfortable with it" he tried to ease up the situation, certainly not used to female hesitance. "No no its OK. It’s totally fine for me and I bet that your house has a guest room and we don’t need to share a bed." I tried to answer as cockily as possible. "Well this darling, depends totally on you" Henry grinned at me with a smug smile. OK now ladies and gentleman I am dead. Was that a serious invitation for a hook up?I sat there speechless, bright red and left with an open mouth. "No worries princess I am just kidding" he winked at me ahh ooh OK it would have been too good to be true anyway.. but wait did he just called me princess? "Of course, I have a guest room. If you want to, we can head over to your apartment and catch your belongings now" with that he stood up and held out his hand to me. As I took it and he helped me to stand up, some sort of electricity stroke me. Henry pulled me towards him and now just a few inches separated us as he looked down to me, right into my eyes with that earth-shattering stare of his bright eyes. Henry leaned down to my ear and whispered " And princess just one more thing...I am sure in no time you will beg me to let me sleep you in my bed" Oh holy mother...what the fuck was going on here....

Tbc

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A NEW WORLD - PART FOUR

A Quiet Place 2 Fanfic 

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, etc…

Because you all love a cliff hanger…

***

Day 1

‘Y/N, hurry up, I will be late for school’ Lucas shouted from outside the bathroom door as you stood beside the toilet and wiped your mouth before reaching for your toothbrush which was lying on top of the sink.

‘Coming’ you shouted out just before you opened the bathroom door and put your hair into a bun.

‘Are you still feeling sick?’ Lucas asked and you nodded and yawned at the same time while you pulled a baggy jumper over your head.

‘I am seeing Dr Lauren today before the game this afternoon’ you said as you could see that Lucas was worried about you.

‘But you are still coming to the game too, right?’ he asked and you nodded, responding with a short ‘of course’.

Whilst you tried hard to avoid Emmett and Nora, you still made it to most of Lucas’s baseball games. It was important to him and you hated to upset him.

The bond you had with Lucas was stronger than anything else and you were the one who had taken it upon herself to look after him now that your mother couldn’t.

After you dropped Lucas off at school, you went to work a short shift at the hospital where you were assisting Nora for the day.

It was not how you wanted to spend your day but you had little to no choice. You needed the money and what happened between you and Emmett wasn’t her fault.

You knew that Emmett had confided in Nora about the night in question, but he had never mentioned to her who the woman was he had been with and he promised you to keep it this way until after you and Lucas had moved to Gorgia in two weeks.

‘Good Morning Y/N’ Nora said as you arrived for your shift twenty minutes early and, before you could even respond to her, you had to make another run for the lavatory.

‘Are you alright sweetie?’ Nora shouted out after she followed you to the lady’s room.

‘Yeah’ you huffed as the nausea had subsided once again. This has been ongoing for a week and you felt as though you have lost a few pounds in bodyweight during this short time.

Whatever you tried to eat, it wouldn’t stay inside you for very long and the constant feeling of nausea was horrendous.

After you calmed down a bit, you followed Nora to one of the medical procedure rooms for the morning briefing. You had three women coming in for check-ups before noon and she wanted you to carry them out while she was preparing the weekly medical reports.

‘Are you still feeling ill? Nora asked surprised as she handed you a small cup of water from next to the dispensary and you simply nodded before drinking it all, the entire cup.

‘I am seeing Dr Lauren later, before the baseball game’ you said as your hands were trembling and you reached for the muesli bar in your handbag. You needed to eat, again.

‘Hey, it’s none of my business Y/N, but have you taken a pregnancy test? I am just thinking, it’s much cheaper than seeing Dr Lauren and I felt pretty lousy when I was pregnant with Henry you know. The nausea could be from that’ Nora suggested and you simply starred at her with wide eyes.

Of course, you hadn’t considered this possibility since you were pretty precise with your method of birth control.

‘I am on the patch’ you quickly said, brushing her off and not wanting to discuss this topic with her any further.

‘And on Topamax and St Johns Wort. I’ve seen them in your locker’ Nora said before telling you that both, the medication and the herbal supplement, interfere with the efficiency of hormonal birth control therapy.

Your chin dropped and your face instantly turned pale. You were speechless and simply couldn’t respond to what Nora had just told you. This was the first time you heard about this.

Nervously, you watched her walk to the medicine cabinet and grab a small plastic cup and a white strip pregnancy test.

‘Here you go. You know how to read these. Go on’ she chuckled and you took the cup and trip out of her hand before making your way to the bathroom nervously.

***

‘And?’ Nora asked as you returned from the bathroom. Your face was much more pale than before and it was obvious that you were crying as your eyes were watery and red.

‘Not pregnant’ you said quickly before advising her that you would need to make a quick phone call to Dr Lauren’s surgery before seeing the first patient.

She nodded and you disappeared into the women’s change room to make the call.

***

Your appointment with Dr Lauren later that afternoon was rather quick but, when you left her rooms, there was paperwork for you to sign before the nurse would hand over the medications which you had discussed with Dr Lauren

‘Y/N, for this procedure, we will require you to sign a waiver. The use of the drugs prescribed by Dr Lauren will be effective but we cannot guarantee that there won’t be any complications if you decide not to attend our other clinic for an ultrasound following the chemical abo…’ the nurse said and, just as she did, you watched her stare out of the large window in the reception area. Her chin dropped and her eyes widened as she looked up into the sky.  

‘What the fuck is that?’ you said as you signed the waiver and, at the same time, heard a loud bang coming from the sky outside.

You quickly took your car keys from the reception counter and ran towards the door.

‘Y/N, your tablets…’ the receptionist shouted, holding up the packet of medicine prescribed by Dr Lauren for the procedure, but you were gone.

Quickly, you started up your car and drove to the baseball field where Lucas was playing but, just as you turned the corner into the main street less than two minutes later, you saw people running around everywhere.

You had no idea what was going on as, suddenly, two men ran in front of your vehicle followed by what appeared to be a large creature of some sort.

You panicked and reversed the car quickly, but there was nowhere to go.

‘Holy fuck’ you shouted as, behind you, there were more people running from yet another one of these creatures and, without giving it too much more thought, you opened your car door, grabbed your bag and ran inside the pharmacy.  

‘What the fuck are these things?’ you shouted in fear as you ran behind the counter and the pharmacist Joe cocked his gun just as another creature came taring down through the shop front window.

Joe tried to shoot it, but was taken by it almost instantly while you tried hard not to scream.

Tears were running down your face as you were quietly sitting beneath the counter. You had absolutely no idea what was going on but you had to find a way to get to the baseball field as quickly as possible. Lucas needed your help and you were scared for his life.

But you were stuck as the creature was lurking inside the shop, obviously looking for you or any other humans inside.

You took long and deep breaths and tried to remain calm as you could hear it making the strangest of noises as it walked around the store.

As you were sitting there, your heart was beating out of your chest and you believed that your time had come as the creature drew closer to the counter beneath which you were sitting.

But, to your surprise, after a minute, it turned around, drawn by the sound outside on the street when a large bus hit one of the buildings.

Quietly and slowly, you walked out of the pharmacy as the two creatures were destroying the bus. Without making a sound, you walked along the street from car to car, hiding behind them, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

It soon became evident to you that these creatures couldn’t see you. They could only hear you and possibly smell you. But you couldn’t be sure.

Without a car, you made your way to the baseball field which took you at least 20 minutes for what usually would be a two-minute walk.

By this point, the street was quiet and covered in dead bodies and blood. There were no more creatures and no men and women alive. It took these monsters as little as 15 minutes to kill everyone and now there was no longer any screaming or yelling. Just silence, blood-filled streets and human remains.

You tried hard to focus as you finally reached the baseball field. It was abandoned, no more than three or five dead bodies. On the field, there was silence. All you could hear was the cracking of the leaves from the trees surrounding it.

You desperately wanted to yell out for Lucas, trying to find him, but you knew that you couldn’t. You had to be quiet or these creatures may come back.

You searched beneath each bench, behind every tree and inside the locker rooms. But, he was nowhere to be found.

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Amoreena | Chapter Six

Chapter Six

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: slight smut** angst, spencer's overthinking and anxiety, passing out, plot twist, very understanding reader, happy ending, smut implied but not graphic

word count: 6.2K

from the beginning <3

Derek and Savannah planned to come over on Sunday morning to introduce Hank and Amoreena, his namesake and his honorary daughter meeting felt very important to him.

Y/N and he spent the morning cleaning up the house, making sure all the books were away and the coffee was on so when they pulled in at 11 for brunch they’d be ready.

Amoreena was beyond excited at the idea of a 16th cousin, not knowing about Henry or Michael yet either, bringing her total to 18 cousins.

Spencer learned something new about them and the farm every single day he was there. Which he expected, it had been 8 days and he was all but moved in. They joked just that morning about them moving too fast, shrugging it off and living their lives anyway.

Derek and Savannah were one of the sweetest couples Spencer knew. They had a love he admired, it also blossomed fast and stayed strong through everything Derek went through.

Derek was always going to be his rock, someone he loved deeply and cherished more than he could ever explain to anyone. More than a brother, a long-lost lover, a confidant, his best friend in the whole world. If he could live through everything he’s been through and still be happy, so could Spencer.

Amoreena is out the door and meeting them before Y/N and Spencer are even aware they pulled in. “Hey little lady, I’m your uncle Derek,” he can hear Derek’s sweet voice that he only uses with kids.

They walked out onto the porch to see Amoreena shaking both their hands before asking if Savannah needed help carrying her purse. Ever the little helper, she intended on making the best introduction to her new family members.

“Spence, this place is amazing!” Savannah gushed as she pulled him into a hug, and then Y/N, “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too! You’re all so pretty, holy cow,” she swoons, “what does the FBI put in the water over there?”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s running off over here too,” Spencer compliments Y/N right back.

Derek gives Y/N the biggest hug he’s ever seen, “you are my new bestie, anyone who loves Reid as much as me is a keeper.”

“I like this one, Savannah you have good taste,” Y/N teases, holding Derek in her embrace.

“We got the best guys the bureau had to offer and stole them away,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around Spencer as they turned to see Hank.

“Well, someone had to put them to good use,” Y/N had an arm wrapped around Derek too, slipping into Spencer’s life effortlessly.

Hank was almost 5, it blew Spencer’s mind to think that Derek had been a father for 5 years now. He was the sweetest little guy, holding Amoreena’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs.

They had sandwiches and muffins in the garden, everything was homemade and grown on the farm. It was a life Spencer was excited to get used to, they even made their own cheese and wine in the summer for the farmers market.

Every time he learned a new detail about this place it got more perfect.

Hank loved the goats, he crawled right in with Amoreena and sat down in the mud. Petting the babies and letting all the mamma goats nibble at his hat as they got close. He giggled and screamed, petting all of them nicely as Amoreena told him all their names.

Derek was very quick to pick out a cowboy hat and pretend he was southern, trying out his fake accent and making Savannah laugh as they explored the farm, skipping through the fields and kissing in the grass. They were just as in love as Spencer and Y/N, they all got along like couples who have been friends since college.

Like this had been their life all along, nothing about it felt new. It just felt right.

Everything about her fit into his life like she was handcrafted for it, picked and polished before set in a box and hidden away from the world. She was a collector's item and he was a collector, keeping her close and never letting her go. He knew her worth, but the feeling she produced in his heart was better than anything in the world.

Before they know it, it’s almost 3 and Hank is about to fall asleep in the grass as Amoreena reads him a story. Derek and Savanah are laying back on a blanket half-listening as they watch the clouds. Spencer and Y/N doing the same.

It’s wonderful, he makes eye contact with Derek while running his fingers through Y/N’s hair. He just smiles at Spencer, prouder he can even express.

“I think it’s about time we head out,” Derek cuts into the peacefulness of their day.

“We’ll be back, and often,” Savannah laughs, “I’m going to hide here from the hospital, you don’t have service right?”

“Not if you turn it off and leave it in the car,” Y/N laughed too, pulling Savannah into a hug and walking with her towards the house. Best friends in the making, it was going to be trouble for him and Derek, exciting, but frightful at the same time.

Savannah excuses herself to the bathroom before they leave, Spencer offers to help Derek carry his tired little toddler to the car so they can talk. He was excited to hear Derek's thoughts about the day, proud of the life he could introduce them to.

“Can I ask you a serious question?” Derek finally cut into their quiet walk to the car with a very serious tone.

“Sure,” Spencer nodded vigorously, a little nervous.

“Do you remember when we lost that bet in 2008?” Derek started, “JJ and Emily were saying it wasn’t fair, that we were hogging all the sexiness and smarts and we should just donate sperm to help the population?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you actually do it?” Derek watches Spencer’s mind wandering as he recalls everything.

He has donated sperm twice in his life, keeping it between him and Derek the first time, telling no one about it the second time. The first was when JJ got pregnant with Henry, teasing him that he should make more geniuses in the world. Emily was even considering having a baby on her own back then before everything with Doyle went down.

The second time was after Maeve died in 2013 when he realized that he might not ever get to actually be a dad.

Donating again purely in the hopes that in 18 years someone would find him in search of a connection with their birth father. It seemed like the only way he’d be able to be a father one day, and that was right around the time Amoreena would have been conceived if she’s 7 now.

Spencer looks at him with wide eyes, “you think she’s mine?”

“Without a doubt,” he whispers, stopping to put Hank in his car seat and give Spencer some time to panic.

“She’s not mine,” Spencer keeps shaking his head, so hard that Derek is worried it might fall off as he panics, “she can’t be, that would be insane. No way, no I’m not even going to pretend she is. Nope.”

Derek places his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to calm him, “do you know who her father is?”

“No,” he whispers as he closes his eyes, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “She tells people that Amoreena is her fiancé Stephens, no one really questions that she had her 2 years after he died, but Y/N doesn’t even know who her father is.”

“That’s a serious conversation you need to have with her, regardless, she deserves to know you’ve possibly got other geniuses walking around out there.”

Spencer felt his anxiety dump adrenaline into his blood, making him sweat and panic as he turned around in circles a few times. He looked physically drained, not know what the fuck to do moving forward.

“I can’t go talk to her right now while Amoreena is there,” Spencer panicked as Derek finally closed the door, Hank was all situated and ready to go.

“I can bring you home?” Derek offered, “go get your things and tell her that you have to go.”

“Okay,” he whispered, trying to calm down enough to face her.

Walking back up to her house felt like it took forever, even passing savannah as he all but ran, stepping inside the house to see Amoreena reading on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, whistling happily, waiting for him to come back.

Amoreena looked up at him with a smile, “are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he lied with a fake smile. “I actually have to go, Derek needs help with something at his place and I’ll be back later for dinner, okay?”

“Awe,” Y/N’s voice travelled from the kitchen to where he was, she walked into the room with an apron on and a towel in her hands. “I was hoping you’d help me make a pie.”

“I’m sorry, hun, I’ll be back soon,” he assured her, “I love you guys.”

“Love you, Dad,” Amoreena smiled, before returning to her book.

Every time she called him dad it made his heart stop, but that one made his breathing stop too, he struggled to swallow as he turned his attention to Y/N approaching him.

Y/N gave him a big hug and then he was gone, running down the driveway and hopping in Derek's car as fast as he could. Still overthinking everything, his mind memorizing every look on Amoreena’s face and trying to see if there was any proof in her being his.

There was a lot. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to think about that at all. She was his regardless, no DNA test would change how he loved her. He was more afraid of Y/N’s reaction to finding out.

Savannah didn’t ask what was going on, leaving him and Derek to be as weird and cryptic as they always were together. Looking out the window quietly as Spencer had a panic attack in the back seat.

He convinced Derek to drop him off at the clinic where he donated the sperm both times. Still absolutely pissed off with himself that one of the biggest decisions of his life was the one he forgot about, wanting to know if he could find out anything about his potential offspring.

“Sir, I’m so sorry,” the nice receptionist tried her best to stay calm as Spencer rushed through his dilemma.

“Only a child can learn who their father was when they turn 18, if they choose to contact you it’s up to them. You agreed to that when you donated.”

“You can’t even tell me how many kids I have out there?” He tried to reason with her, “I’m in the FBI surely you can make an exception for me it’s not like I'm going to stalk the kids, I just want to know if one’s going to contact me one day,” he tried everything to get her to open up.

“What’s your name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

She stood and walked into the back, opening a cabinet full of records and pulling one out. She opened it, running a finger along with the document as she read it over.

“You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault; if you wanted to donate again,” she read him all the facts and somehow it just made him panic more.

Y/N’s voice echoing in his mind, “after I did IVF.” She said those words. He heard them. She didn’t know the father. His name wasn't on the sample. It was anonymous. Everything caught up to him at that moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, white as a ghost as he tried to turn away, dropping to the floor and passing out instead.

When he woke up, he was somehow back in Derek’s car on the way back to his apartment. Hank and Savannah nowhere to be seen, the radio on low as Derek paid attention to the road. It was quiet, he didn’t even know Spencer was awake again until he sighed.

He didn’t say anything to Derek, instead, taking out his phone and texting Y/N.

Spencer: Hey, something serious came up. I won't be able to come back till after bedtime and then I need to tell you something important that might make you very mad at me.

Y/N: you’re going to make me go grey being this ominous

Spencer: I’m sorry, but it’s going to be a lot to explain.

Y/N: should I get wine or something harder ready to listen?

Spencer: Honestly, I’m not even sure yet.

Y/N: cant wait… love you?

Spencer: I love you too, don’t forget that!

Y/N: as long as you don’t either ♥︎

—

He pulled up to Y/N’s house at 9:30, knowing that Amoreena would be well asleep by then. Unbothered by any crying or yelling that could arise from the news he had to share with her mother.

He was terrified to tell her but he needed to. Relationships only work with communication and he knew that, respecting her and loving her enough to do anything in his power to keep her in his life.

He walked inside to see the lights all off, heading around the back of the house to see her in the garden with a drink, surrounded by little lights twinkling as she listened to her favourite Taylor Swift album, he wasn’t shocked in the slightest to find her like that.

“Hey,” he announced himself to her so she wouldn’t be startled.

Her smile warms his heart and clears the butterflies from his stomach for a quick moment, “hey cutie, did you want me to warm up some dinner for you?”

“No thank you,” he shook his head softly, standing by the gate and not wanting to get too close. “I need to tell you something and you might get really mad at me.”

“Alright,” she sat up straighter, hands on her knees as she played with the material of her jeans.

“I donated sperm as a joke in 2008, but then again in January of 2013 when my girlfriend died because I thought it would be the only way to maybe have a kid find me one day when they turned 18. I never thought I’d get to have a family after Maeve died,” the words fell out of his mouth and onto the patio.

“Oh my god,” was all she said, eyes wide and mouth open, she was completely still.

“I went to the clinic and they won't tell me who my kids are, apparently there are four of them so I have no idea if it’s Amoreena or not and I’m just so sorry for not telling you. I honestly forgot, and I don’t normally forget. After everything that’s happened to me, I just forgot, I’m sure it looks like I found you on purpose or something but I assure you that I didn’t,” he wasn’t sure why he was just dumping all these thoughts on her when he hadn’t even thought them through, but they wouldn’t stop.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she shrugged then, smiling at his confused face. “We have more and see if they look like her.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I’d never joke about making another Amoreena, that would be amazing.”

“You’re not mad?” He blinked at her a few times, wondering if he heard her wrong, twice.

“Why would I be mad at the fact that you might be her real father and the reason she’s the smartest person on earth? She’s literal walking sunshine, am I supposed to be mad you could give her fully biological siblings? I wanted your babies even if she wasn’t yours,” Y/N paused, eyebrows raised as she made her point.

“If I’m supposed to be mad about you completing our family then I’m furious,” she laughed as she stood up, walking over to wrap her arms around him.

“Even if you’re not her father, you’re always going to be her dad,” she whispered as she reached him.

He looked down into her eyes, the most beautiful and caring woman in the world, cuddled into his chest in the middle of paradise. He couldn’t help but laugh, it was insane how easy it was to love her.

“I love you,” he reminded her.

She pulled him down into a kiss, holding her hand on his cheek lightly as he pressed his lips to hers. She rested her forehead on his as they parted, “I love you more.”

“Doubt it,” he teased her with a smile, pulling her in closer and lifting her up into his arms.

“Where are we going?” She giggled.

“Where would you like to go, Princess? This is your kingdom after all.”

The biggest, most suspicious grin appeared on her face then, “put me down,” she instructed and he followed. Setting her down and feeling her grab his hand instead.

She led him inside the house and up the stairs, placing her finger over her lip to let him know to be quiet. She pulled him inside her bedroom for the first time and he was absolutely mesmerized.

It was like a jungle of books in there, pictures of her and Amoreena all over the walls and the cutest mushroom bedsheets in the world. It was like he walked into her mind, it was calming and beautiful and just what he imagined.

Peaceful.

“We’re not staying in here,” she whispered towards him, pulling him into the closet.

She pulls out 2 black garment bags and places them on the bed before looking through her jewellery box. She brings back a small velvet box and places it in his hands.

“Would you want to do something insane with me?”

“Always,” he can’t help but smile.

“My grandma always wanted Stephen to propose to me with that ring, but he used his own mothers instead,” she whispered. “I don’t want to have an official thing, I already planned one wedding and never got to have it.”

“Okay?” He tried his best to follow along, analyzing her facial expressions to see just how nervous she was, as well as the underlying sadness of time missed. Just like she had mentioned that first night he stayed here.

“I had my grandma’s dress tailored to wear at my wedding, I’ve never put the final version on,” she unzips the one bag, revealing a silk white dress with an incredibly long train.

“My grandpa's suit is in the other one, I think you will fit into it,” she reaches out a hand to pull him closer to the bed and look at it with her. “I just want to put them on and tell you I love you in the field and just call you my husband. I don’t give a single shit that it’s been a week, why should I wait a year to call you that when I can start now?”

He doesn’t know what to say, he’s speechless for too long and he knows that it’s making her anxious but he can’t speak. His eyes turn glossy and his hands shake as he holds the small box in his hands, opening it to find a beautiful ruby on a gold band, surrounded by small diamonds, alongside her grandfather's gold band.

He gets down on one knee then and she pulls him right back up to his feet, shaking her head. “It can’t be like last time, I don’t want to repeat a single part of it. I can’t lose you too.”

“You never will,” he’s finally able to speak. “I’m not going anywhere, believe me, you are the most important person in my life. I would drop everything and hide here forever to keep safe, if you wanted me to, I’m too in love with you to go anywhere.”

She smiles at him with wide eyes and the glimmer of hope returning. She picks up her dress and heads to the bathroom door, “put the suit on and meet me downstairs?”

“Yes Ma’am,” he winks at her before taking the suit down the hall to his room.

He notices the wedding photo on the night table again, taking the suit out of the bag to see nothing really changed since the last time it was worn. Her grandfather was tall and skinny like him when they got married, so he fits into the 1950’s suit almost perfectly.

He straightened everything out in the mirror, making sure he tucked the ring box back into his pocket before quietly tiptoeing back down the creaky wooden steps.

Y/N wasn’t done yet, he could hear her walking around in her room softly as she paced from her dresser to the bathroom over and over, most likely trying to find something in her jewellery box and looking in the mirror more than once. She didn’t sound nervous, her feet weren’t hesitant, she sounded like a woman on a mission, that was a good thing.

He was the nervous one, scared out of his mind with the fear he wouldn’t do this right. That she had dreams, plans and expectations he needed to live up to and what if he couldn’t? He put his face in his hands and tried his best to push all the fears away but they kept swirling. Making his brain hurt, he didn’t want to fuck anything up with her. She was already so understanding and wonderful, she’d given so much to him already he can’t fuck this up—

And then she’s walking down the stairs. Like sunshine; parting the grey skies as the thunder clouds dissipate and the rain washes down the streets, he’s fine again.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers.

Her smile was priceless, “thanks, cutie, I’m so glad it fits you!”

He followed her towards the kitchen where she picked up the phone, dialled a number and waited, “hey mom.”

“Spencer and I are going on a late-night walk, outback, yeah, Amoreena is asleep, can you just keep an eye on the house? I’m going to let Rufus in to keep guard anyway,” Y/N explained over the phone, agreeing and humming to whatever her mother said in response. “love you too, thanks."

She let the dog in like she said she would, handing the overly friendly golden retriever a treat before finally pulling Spencer outside and towards the barn.

They were both in running shoes, it was incredibly adorable for the occasion and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Her hand was so soft as she tugged him along behind her, her dress and hair blowing in the wind as they walked.

She grabbed an old kerosene lantern from the barn, lighting it quickly and holding it by the handle, “you ready?”

“I am,” he smiled softly, still anxious in his core, more so now because he was overly excited to be spending the rest of his life with her.

They continued to walk down past the barn, through the cow pasture and finally entering a clearing. It was full of lilacs and ragweed, yellows and purples blowing ever so gently back and forth under the moonlight.

“This is where my grandparents would read to me, and where they renewed their vows when I was 14, and this is where I got the call that I was pregnant with Amoreena. It’s a very special place to me,” her voice was barely a whisper.

Spencer took the lantern from her and placed it in the grass, it illuminated the both of them just enough that they could see each other's faces and know exactly how much they loved each other without even having to say any words.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer’s words were careful, he didn’t want her to think he didn’t either.

She nodded softly, “I loved Stephen very much, I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but I loved him enough to know he’d want me to be happy, he’d really like you and don’t tell him this but I think I love you more than I ever loved him,” she made light of a very heavy subject.

Smiling at him like he was the world, he fully believed her. “I thought Maeve as it for me too before she died, I was so, so wrong. Every day I discover a new level of love for you I didn’t think possible the day before, I never want to stop searching for how deep my love for you goes.”

“To new adventures,” she whispered.

“And happy endings,” he replied, remembering the conversation they had about the Disney characters they loved the most just yesterday morning.

He removed the box from his pocket, opening it and taking her ring out of the fabric. The tiny diamonds around the ruby sparked in the light, shining little rainbows over their faces as they smiled at each other once again, cheeks aching from all the happiness.

“What finger do you want to wear it on? Seeing as we’re doing this our way,” he compromised for her very easily.

“The middle one on my left hand, you?” She asked as she took his ring out as well.

“The ring finger,” he whispered. “I want you to be close to my heart forever.”

“Okay,” she whispered back, pushing the ring onto his finger first before placing her hand in his, waiting for his hands to stop shaking so he could put it on her.

He pushed it right back towards the knuckle, holding her hand in his after and just staring at the ring. He just married the woman of his dreams.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, making her laugh.

“What?”

A tear trickled down his cheek as he tried to smile at her, his jaw wobbling as he tried to stay calm but he couldn’t, he let himself cry softly as she cupped his face with her free hand.

“I love you too, Spencer,” is all she said, pressing her lips to his, finally.

He held her there in his embrace, lips touching as they breathed each other in. The smell of the field and the flowers that were once so strong in his nose, now he only smells her perfume, he almost forgets where he is as they kiss. The world could have stopped and he wouldn’t have ever known, too caught up on loving her.

He doesn’t pull away when the kiss breaks, instead, resting their foreheads together as they breathed.

“I’m going to love you until the day I die.”

She brushes their noses together softly as if to agree, “give me at least 40 years with you, and then I’ll meet you in heaven?”

“We’re already here,” he whispers, “you and Amoreena are my angels.”

They kissed again, just as soft and perfect as before. She smiled at the end, pulling back and taking her cellphone out of the dress pocket that he didn’t even know was there.

She set it on the fence post that separated the cows from the field, making sure it was steady and setting a timer. She rushed to Spencer and pulled him back into the same kiss, letting the phone take a burst of photos for them to remember later on.

“Pick a song,” he whispered into the moment, seeing her face scrunch as she became confused. “We need a first dance, I know your grandparents had to have danced out here at least once if she loved music as much as you say she did.”

“I love you,” is all she can say as she beams a smile at him. Skipping over to her phone and doing just as he asked.

“I need a piece of Amoreena in this moment,” she explained her song choice, making him think it would be the Elton John song, but it wasn’t.

A beautiful piano balled played before he heard the all too familiar voice of Taylor Swift, the girl's favourite. “Seven, because that’s how many years it took for us to find you.”

He takes her hand again, twirling her around before pulling her body into his. The both of them holding on tight as they swayed to the song, it fit every single aspect of his love for her to a T. Like it was Taylor made for them.

“Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids make a pattern Love you to the Moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long,”

It was so unbelievable. She had mentioned the love she felt for Stephen, he mentioned his love for Maeve, both of their faces hard to bring to memory as they fell in love with each other. A new feeling, a happier love, a long-lasting one that wasn’t nearly as flimsy. Powerful and strong like the earth's gravitational pull, he was never leaving her.

She’s singing the words ever so softly beside his ear, her voice is softer than Taylor’s and his favourite thing he’s heard all night, but he’d never tell her that.

They kiss randomly throughout their dance, listening to more songs as they swayed in the evening breeze. The cows coming to the fence to see what was happening, they twirled and dipped and jumped with each other, it was perfect.

She pulls him in for another kiss and she is all giggles, high from the dopamine and serotonin rush they were both on. Like someone injected sugar right into his veins, he was unbelievably sweet on her.

“We’re you serious?” Spencer whispered against her lips before she can pull back any further and disrupt the courage he felt.

“About what? I’ve said a lot tonight,” she teased him gently.

“About having more kids?” His voice is low and his eyes can’t meet hers as he prays she was being honest.

She nods softly, “never been more certain, actually, I would have 10 more of your kids if they’re all as perfect as our Amoreena.”

Our.

He tilts his head to the side and presses his lips together in a tight smile, he lost all control of his tears a while back, feeling them slip down his cheeks as he took everything in. She had given him everything and then some.

“How are you this perfect? It’s been 8 days since I laid eyes on you and you’ve managed to make every single dream come true, while simultaneously creating new dreams I never imagined I’d be allowed to have. You’re the best thing that has ever happened in the world Y/N, I’m so incredibly in love with you I could scream right now,” he is more passionate than he plans to be, she stares at him with more lust than happiness this time.

“Prove it and make love to me, you said you’d rather fuck me at home. Well,” she kept teasing him opening her arms and twirling around as she showed off the farm. “This is your home now, husband.”

“Where should we go?” He felt adventurous, willing to take her against the fence if the cows wouldn’t eat her hair, the thought alone making him giggle to himself.

“What?” She can't help but giggle right back.

“I thought about fucking you against the fence for a hot second and then the intrusive thoughts kicked in and I thought about the cows eating your hair,” he admitted with a fierce laugh.

“I love you so much,” she shook her head and sighed, the same way she did at the museum when Amoreena made her laugh.

That was all the proof he needed. Never would he question how she felt, if she loved him half as much as she loved Amoreena then he was blessed by far. This was over the top.

He picked up the lantern then, handing it to her as well as her phone before picking her up bridal style and attempting to carry her back to the house. He made it to the barn before she begged him to put her down, wanting to skip the rest of the way with him.

Giddy as all hell, the two of them snuck back into her house. Rufus, the best guard dog in the world, was passed out on the couch and didn’t even move as they walked in. Locking the doors and windows for the night before tiptoeing up the stairs again.

Luckily, Amoreena’s room was on the opposite side of the house from Spencers. Y/N pulled him down the hall and inside the room, lightly closing the door before leaning back against it and sighing.

“Are you sure? I never asked you what you wanted,” Y/N whispered.

Spencer just shook his head and slipped out of his suit jacket. “All I want is to have a big happy family with you, where ever that takes us, I’m up for the adventure.”

Y/N was the one who teared up this time, looking away from Spencer and at her grandparent's wedding photo on the side table. She walked past Spencer, brushing her hand against his arm as she did so, picking up the photo and kissing it softly.

She turned it face down and turned back to Spencer, “help me with the zipper?”

He nodded, silently stepping forward and brushing her hair off her back, freeing her from the dress. He pressed his lips gently to her sun-kissed shoulders, surprised by the array of freckles, kissing the pattern they made on her skin as she let the dress slip to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder. She hummed into the feeling, tilting her head to the side so he had more room to explore, her hands cover Spencers as she felt up his arms, still in his embrace.

She had the softest skin on earth, he could spend the next 14 hours kissing every square inch of her. It was all perfect and he wanted her to know it, “get on the bed,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled away.

He picked her dress up off the floor and put it on a hanger from the shirt he had on. She watched with soft eyes as he hung it on the back of the bathroom door, keeping it safe and taken care of while they became a married couple.

He slipped out of the tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, she laid back against the covers, pulling her grandma's quilt off and folding it at the end of the bed. She laid back and waited as he slipped his pants to the ground and finally joined her once again.

She met him halfway for a kiss, holding his face as he knelt between her spread legs, she leaned back and took him with her. He hovered then, barely touching her as she leaned forward to keep kissing him, eventually wrapping her arms around his back and pulling him down.

Skin to skin for the first time ever.

It’s slow and explorative, they take their time as they enjoy every single inch of each other's bodies. She’s soft and perfect, she fits in the palm of his hand like he’s always been holding her. Moulded for her and her alone.

He’s never made love before. Sure, he’s had sex but never in his life has it felt like this… no, this was perfect. It was everything he’s ever dreamed of and then some. Her kisses felt like dreams coming true, her touch so light it was like sunshine on a hot day, just dancing over him.

It was perfect.

He brushed her hair behind her ear, still inside her, as he took a moment to just look at her. Her eyes were hypnotic, he was so dawn into her it was like she controlled him. He kissed her gently on the forehead, “I love you,” he reminded her, for the millionth time that hour.

She pulled him in closer, breathing against his neck gently as they continued. Her nails on his back were amazing, he felt the sharp pain of her grip which only excited him more, fastening his pace, both his hips and where his thumb was pleasuring her between their bodies.

She looked like she was floating, relaxed as she laid against the sheets, blissed-out while she took it all in, panting airy nonsense as she got closer and closer.

She was quiet, they both were. It was silent as possible while they made love for the first time ever. She was everything in the world to him and then some, he couldn’t believe she was real as they both finished and managed to somehow get closer to each other.

Another level of love was just unlocked in his heart, he was never going to stop loving her. That would be the only impossible known to man.

tag list: @shemarmooresfedora @spencers-dria @spookyspence @reidsfish @manuosorioh @mochionly @samuel-de-champagne-problems @jswessie187

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we’ve got one thing in common (it’s this tongue of mine)

Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

The night slides together with alcohol and laughter, with a building, body-thrumming heat trapped between the three of you and growing brighter.

There’s no hesitation, no doubt, the idea’s been in your mind since Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your shoulder and wrapped an arm around your waist while Henry leaned forward to say something into your ear, his eyes shifting from yours to Chris and back again.

Warnings: soft squirting (it’s a thing, okay) a little bit of manhandling, but nothing too rough. i don’t think. No DP in this part, but maybe the next one… maybe. not beta read but i did my best.

This is also 9.2k of pure smuuuut so…heads up for that?

Also, the working title of this fic was:

this ain’t a crossover, baby(but we are crossing swords)

But we didn’t quite have any, you know, crossing swords so i sadly had to let that title go. :(

This is a Christmas gift to the amazing @rocknrollphanda​ who requested some Henry/Chris/Reader smut and since I’ve never written something like that before and i liked the challenge… here we are. 9k later.

Also, I’m sorry in advance, I don’t write/read Chris Evans so I hope he comes across okay from what I’ve seen randomly on TV or in gifs on my dash.

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we’ve got one thing in common (it’s this tongue of mine)

Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

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               You’re tipping into that tipsy that makes everything just that much smoother; that sheen, filter, ease to the world that makes everything just that much better.

You aren’t even sure how you ended up here.

Chris, just Chris, doll, forget the last name, is pressed up behind you, his hands on your hips and his breath in your ear as you move to the electric-tipped beat pounding through the bar.

Your fingers slide over the nape of his neck, scratching the short, prickly hairs at the base of his skull, his skin is warm, his hands are hotter. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, his mouth traces your pulse, and you can feel every hard curve, every shift of his muscles, from his chest pressing against your shoulders, his abs shifting along your spine, and the weight of his hips, that bulk in his jeans, rubbing against the curve of your ass every time you roll your hips back against him.

You can see Henry, through the shifting lights, your head tilted back enough to watch him the way he watches you. Drink in hand, leaning against the railing of the upper floor.

He meets your eyes, your heart pounds, Chris’ hand slides across your stomach to pull you tighter into the grind of his hips.

Distracted, he says and nips your pulse. You laugh a little, your eyes closing, trying to sink back into the beat, but you know Henry’s still watching, still there; imprinted behind your eyelids, dark-eyed, dark-haired with a voice like…

(It’s your smile, he says, leaning closer, voice just loud enough to carry, his hand coming up, his finger brushing into the curve of your cheek where you can feel the heat of your skin, that little ache of smiling too much.)

You open your eyes, Henry’s there, lifting his drink to his mouth, water, you think, just like you’ve switched to because you know where this is going.

You’ve known it for a while now, this burning bit of warmth in the bottom of your stomach, lingering between your hips with every glance, every laugh, every slick-fingered knock of a drink or a shot as the night went on.

Chris’ hand tightens on your hip and you grip the back of his neck, your eyes locked on Henry as you roll your hips back, letting your head loll a little, heavy-lidded, full of that alcohol-ease and something hotter, slicker, like the heat of Chris’ body, like the burn of a shot without any chaser.

Yeah, you think, you know where this is going.

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               There’s no preamble, there’s no, are you coming with, no, are you sure—

You slide from a bad first date to Chris’ laughter, to Henry offering you a drink and a smile, you could do better, to a round of shots and dancing, to the back of a black car and the gilded, too nice marble floors of a hotel lobby.

The night slides together with alcohol and laughter, with a building, body-thrumming heat trapped between the three of you and growing brighter.

There’s no hesitation, no doubt, the idea’s been in your mind since Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your shoulder and wrapped an arm around your waist while Henry leaned forward to say something into your ear, his eyes shifting from yours to Chris and back again.

And it’s not until the hotel door thuds closed and Henry’s hand is hot on the back of your neck, dragging you into his body, his thumb pressing up on the edge of your jaw to tilt your head higher, that you wonder if you’re making a mistake.

Not because you don’t know if you want it— not because of the alcohol or the bad date, (that left you feeling a little stupid and upset,) but because there— right there in the heat of his mouth, the sharpness of his teeth, the way he crowds you against the closed door and takes— just takes— like your breath is his and your mouth is his and his thumb slides over your pulse like he knows the exact moment your lungs are empty…and leaves you gasping, open-mouthed and swollen-lipped—

is the very real realisation that they might wreck you for anyone else.

His grin is sharp and he touches his forehead to yours while you’re still gasping for air. “Only fair,” he mutters, “Evans’ got the first.”

Chris snorts behind him, and it’s only then you register the lights coming on, a soft warm glow from the side table lamps, the clink of glasses, the shnick of the mini-fridge opening.

“Just ‘cause you don’t dance, old man.”

“You’re older than me,” Henry huffs, but he’s reaching down, his hands wide and heavy on your hips as he hauls you up into his arms, letting you wrap your legs around his waist as his teeth scrape your neck. “Asshole.”

“Yeah,” Chris laughs. “But you act ten years older.”

“Not true,” Henry mutters, but he’s sinking back into the couch, manhandling you until you’re settled on his lap and you’re sucking in a breath, feeling the bulk of his cock trapped in his slacks.

You card your fingers into Henry’s hair as his lips brush hotly over your neck, as you squirm into the weight of his cock, pressing down and his voice is a rolling, rumbling sort of thing you can feel in your stomach, your cunt, your fucking toes.

“God, that’s good,” you breathe out and Henry smiles into your skin.

“This is a much better kind of dancing, isn’t it?” he hums into your skin and you nod, because yeah, it really is. Even if it has more to do with the man beneath you and the cock you’re grinding against than the idea of a lap-dance in general.

His hands slide, all thick and warm and heavy along your thighs, up under the edges of your dress, a long-slow stroke that leaves you grinding down harder until you get that pressure right against your clit, the zipper on his pants pressing against you, his cock thick and hot even through the layers, spreading your lips, dragging your underwear slick and damp between them.

Henry breathes out into your shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck, clinging on because holy shit it feels good— that perfect sort of pressure and heat that spills extra dirty, makes you think back, trip back, to being younger and grinding against your palm, a pillow, still trying to figure out what felt good.

You’re pretty sure he knows exactly how good it is for you.

There’s the clink of ice next to your ear and Chris is there holding out a drink, it’s something fizzy and clear when you manage to drag your head up from Henry’s shoulder, blinking at the other man and his hand.

Henry snorts into your neck, nipping your shoulder before his hands are on your hips, beneath your dress, pushing you back just enough to throw off that perfect bit of pressure.

You whine, your whole body wanting; Chris grins and rolls the glass a little. You glare at Henry and tell yourself there isn’t a pout on your mouth, but by the way his lips twitch up, you aren’t so sure you believe your own lie.

“Sorry,” he grins but doesn’t look at all sorry. You huff and hear the clink of the ice again, looking over at Chris.

“Doll,” Chris starts and when you pull in a breath and let it out in a sigh, trying to find some patience for that needy thing that’s hot and warm between your hips, you reach for the glass, only to have it pulled back, and instead you get Chris’ hand at the nape of your neck, tugging you back a little, an awkward lean that leaves you gasping, held in place by Chris’ hand and Henry’s grip sliding to your ass.

Chris kisses you hard, his mouth is cool, touched by alcohol and the fizz of the drink, his tongue slick against yours.

Your hands tighten on Henry’s shoulders, feeling his fingers press in, slinking along the edge of your underwear, bunching it up more over the curves of your ass until it’s just skin beneath his palms.

When Chris lets you go, it’s with a grin and another roll of the glass, his eyes dark and his hair mussed from your hands earlier. “All’s fair.”

“Didn’t know we were keeping score,” you say breathlessly, taking the cool drink and swallowing it down, only just realizing how thirst you are, feeling it slide, cold and bright down your throat to settle in your stomach.

When you drain it, you breath out, your hand hovering with the empty glass as you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth, feeling the heat in your lips, the swollen warmth in them.

Chris slips the glass from your fingers, laughing as he drops down unto the other side of the small couch, leaning back into the corner in an easy slouch; he refills the glass with something out of a bottle, holding it out again.

Henry tugs you back in for another kiss, hard and quick before he’s tapping your ass cheek and pushing on your hip, tilting you towards Chris. You go easily, crawling over the short distance until your sliding into Chris’ lap, only half aware of Henry taking the glass Chris had poured and downing it almost as quickly as you had.

Chris’ lips are shiny with the drink and you lick the taste out of his mouth, letting him wrap his arms around you; the feeling of his beard, when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, prickles inside of your belly like it does on your skin.

For a minute, it’s just like you’re back at the club, with the weight of Henry watching you and Chris dance, the feeling of Chris around you, his hips twitching up as yours roll down… but it’s too quiet, just your breathing and theirs, the very distant sounds of late-night traffic so far down below the hotel room.

It trips inside of you, like the fizz of the drink, being here, suddenly—

You aren’t really sure you believe this is actually happening.

“Distracted,” Chris says, mouthing over your cheek. And you aren’t sure how he knows every time, but he does and you groan a little as he bites and sucks down your neck, tilting your head back and trying to gather your mind.

His hand eases up your thigh, under your dress, feeling how Henry left your underwear. He grunts into your neck and palms your cheek in a hard grip.

You look to Henry, who’s in that same sort of easy slouch Chris was, turned a little towards the other end of the couch, his back in the corner of it, watching you.

“Have you guys done this before?” you ask him, because your curious, because they seem so… calm, sure, confident in a way that’s broad-shouldered and steady. Sharp-toothed and hot-mouthed like every kiss you get swept up and swallowed by.

Henry laughs and shakes his head. “Can’t say I have.”

Chris laughs and nips your neck. “That’s a nope from me, too,” he says and when you look back at him, he sits a little straighter, wrapping the thick of his arms around your waist and hugging you to his chest and looking up at you.

“Really?”

Feeling your own smile on your mouth just at the way he’s smiling at you, you run your fingers through his hair, tilting his head a little higher before kissing him.

His heart beats against yours and there’s something easing about it, that physical closeness that isn’t just sex.

Until his hand smacks down on your ass and you yelp, jolting in his grip and huffing at his laughter.

“Really, really. We don’t make a habit of picking up girls in clubs in clubs just for a good ol’ tag team.”

You laugh. “I think we missed the tag team bit already,” you tease and steal a quick kiss when he lifts an eyebrow. “Pretty sure that’s more… you know, one of you and then the other. You two have basically kissed already.”

Chris’ face scrunches with laughter and you hear Henry’s echoing behind it, his head tilting back onto the couch.

“True, true!” Chris laughs. “Supes and Cap have swapped spit, it’s official.”

“Crossover of the century,” Henry laughs and you grin at him, sliding out of Chris’ lap and crawling back over to him.

You hear Chris’ hey— behind you, but clamber back onto Henry’s lap and grin at him as Henry kisses your jaw. “No tag-teaming,” you pout when you look at Chris. “It’s about equality.”

Chris laughs and raises his hands in surrender as Henry huffs into your neck. “Can’t argue with that.”

“And no high-fiving,” you say, your eyes flicking to Chris and back to Henry, leaning back to look at you, his eyebrow tilting up. “That’s a rule.”

“High-fiving?”

You nod. “No high-fiving, like good job, bro—Got ‘em!”

Chris’ laugh is loud and deep, got ‘em— his hand touching his chest as his head tilts back and Henry’s is deep and rolling against your body, nipping at your jaw as he tugs you closer, his hands on your hips, letting you find that same spot as before.

“Alright,” he forces out around a slowing laugh. “But I think that means I should get a dance, too.”

You look to Chris, who lifts his hand and gives it a little ‘go on’ sort of roll, wiping a hand over his face and still chuckling. “Equality,” he says and lifts his own drink to his lips with a smirk. “Since we’ve been banned from high fives.”

You grin and laugh, your hips winding until you feel that bump of the seam of Henry’s pants, the weight of his cock beneath it. Your body hums for the feeling of it, your mouth opening to pull in a breath as it sparks through you, grinding down right against it to chase that feeling.

It kills the laughter and replaces it with that heat that’s been building between the three of you all night; a swell of it, like it was a little dormant ember in your belly and all it took was a little spark to bring it back to life.

Henry palms your ass, gropes it to tug you tighter before his hands slide up the back of your dress, over your hips— you can feel your dress climbing, the cool air on your skin, but Henry kisses you and his mouth is so hot that you can’t pay much mind to the exposure until you hear Chris next you, his voice rough.

“That’s a fuckin’ sight.”

You can only imagine it, as Henry’s hand slide up your sides, your dress caught, bunched up over his wrists— the rolling grind of your hips, the shift of your ass, the bunch of your underwear stuck between your cheeks, the damp spot you can feel growing along the front of Henry’s pants on every slow-weighted roll of your body.  

You feel Henry’s hand inching along your spine, his fingers gathering up the silky fabric of your underwear, bunching it tighter to pull tighter, dragging through the slickness between your legs, adding even more pressure to your clit every time you grind down.

You whine into Henry’s mouth and grip onto him tighter, pressing against his chest as he tugs it again, his mouth hot on your cheek, his voice rough and warm.

“Can you come from this?”

No, you think, because it’s not that easy— but he winds the fabric around his fingers once and it pulls it tighter, and every tug, every roll of your body, every grind down against that teasing, thick weight of his cock trapped beneath the layers of his clothing.

“Yes,” you choke out and he grins against your cheek as you turn your head to look at Chris, his eyes burning, moving from your body to your face and back again.

He moves then, standing from the couch and moving behind you. You feel his hand on the straps of your dress, his fingers grazing along your skin, pushing the straps down your shoulders.

You tilt your head up, and the kiss is awkward but his mouth is hot as he leans lower to lick into your mouth, his fingers on the zipper on the back of your dress, easing it down your back. Your dress pools open, Henry sucks a mark into your neck, his hand gripping your hip tighter, urging the roll of your body as Chris works the band of your bra open.

You feel it loosen, feel Chris’ hands sliding over your shoulders, down your arms, tugging your bra out from between the press of your body against Henry’s.

Your nerves flair for a second, just one sparking second at the idea of being naked between two men— but Chris’ hands are cupping your breasts and Henry’s tilting you back and his hips are twitching up just this little bit— inching rolls that tease the idea of him fucking you, of the weighted roll of his cock moving inside of you and there’s nothing but the grind of your hips, that slick, wet glide of your cunt against his lap, the tug of his fingers pulling your underwear, sliding it against your clit every time your hips roll back.

His thumb slides over your nipple, trapping it against the side of his finger as he gropes you, adding this sparking, tingling surge of pleasure like a spark, winding through your body.

You hitch a moan, feeling yourself spilling closer and closer to that edge, you head falling back against Chris’s shoulder, and it can’t be comfortable for him, leaning down the way he is, but his mouth is hot on your neck and he sucks a mark, worries your skin, pinching and rolling your nipples between slow, hot-palmed gropes at your breasts.

You aren’t even sure when your eyes shut, only that they do, sometime around the time a slick noise starts up between the sound of your moans and their breathing; the sticky grind of your cunt against your soaked underwear and Henry’s lap.

You spill closer to the edge, your cunt throbbing with it, clit aching, it’s right there, right there—

And your lips are moving, your voice a whine, a hitching moan, oh god, oh god—

One of them groans, and you wonder if it’s enough to make Henry come too, but he’s still hard beneath you as you lose your body to the sparking rush of the orgasm he grinds you into; a slow-building, slow-easing one, thighs trembling, toes curling, chest quivering as Chris groans into your neck, gripping harder on your breasts.

He tilts your head back as Henry’s fingers ease out of your underwear, giving it a few more little tugs until your whimpering, twitching your hips against his lap; Chris kisses you with his hand on the back of your head, tilting over you a bit more.

Henry strokes your thighs, your sides, palming your ass as you hum a soft moan into Chris’ mouth, your body still sparking on every stickier, slower roll of your hips against Henry.

“Doll,” Chris grins, kissing your cheek with a laugh. “That was hot as fuck.”

Your head lolls against his shoulder again, but he’s pressing another kiss to your cheek before standing straighter, letting Henry pull you back into a seated position on his lap, his hand sliding up your spine to keep you steady until you can get your body to work.

As good as you feel when Henry licks into your mouth, his kiss is the sort of hard and demanding that makes your insides spark up again, like all your orgasm was was a slow exhale over a flame and Henry’s mouth is the fire feeding itself brighter.

You reach between your bodies, feeling the shift of the couch as Chris sinks back into the other side, your fingers finding the skin-warmed heat of Henry’s belt. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to kiss you harder— the first clink of his belt, the slide of leather—

Henry’s hand slides down to cup your throat, a little bit of building pressure as he breaks the kiss and pushes you back, sitting you straighter. Your spine tightens, your fingers curling along his belt as you suck in a breath, your pulse tripping, his thumb sliding on the side of your neck.

“Not there yet,” he says roughly, his hand tightens just a little more before he kisses you, stealing what little breath you have and there’s a building pressure as his hand flickers tighter— just before his mouth breaks away and he turns you and pushes you back roughly, dropping you back against the seat cushions.

Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush, pulse sparking; your head lands on Chris’ thigh and you blink up at him, his hand already slipping over the same spot Henry’s was, his thumb pressing into your pulse point.

“Hey there,” he grins and leans down to kiss you. It’s distracting, shifting from kissing one to the other, feeling the softer slide of Chris’ hand along your throat, palming your breast again, thumb sliding slowly over the peak of your nipple.

It winds through you, a teasing stroke, and you’re distracted enough by his mouth and hand that you’re only half aware of Henry moving between your thighs until Chris breaks the kiss and you both watch as he pushes your dress up over your hips, leaving it bunched around your middle, exposing the slickness between your thighs the way your underwear is stuck, sticky and twisted between your lips.

It’s a perverse sort of hot, even to you, and if the resounding groans that tumble out of both of them are clear enough, you’re not the only one who thinks so.

Henry’s finger slides right down the middle of you, right along the bunch and twisted silk covering your cunt, just brushing, just teasing over the swollen, damp heat of your clit beneath the silk.

You whimper and twitch and Chris’ hand twitches on your throat, keeping you still. You’re all watching as Henry slides his thumb along the soaked edge of your underwear, his thumbnail this little sharp spark that makes your insides twist.

“You gonna eat her out?” Chris asks, his voice rough. Henry nods, his eyes flicking up to yours as his thumb presses that much harder along the side of your cunt, slipping just a little beneath the twisted-up seat of your underwear, his thumb slick and hot, stroking through the mess of your release.

“Been dying to,” he says, watching his thumb slide along your cunt before looking back up at you. “Yeah?”

You nod eagerly, your insides burning with the idea of him thinking about it, your mind tripping back to the bar, the way he looked at you…

“He’s got a thing for eating pussy,” Chris says like Henry isn’t between your thighs with this look on his face that makes your cunt clench. “You learn some things about a guy when you drink together enough.”

Henry grins. “True.”

You watch him shift closer and you wonder if the front of his pants are as wet as you feel, and it’s a hot little thought, that you’re soaking into his lap still but that he’s shifting and kneeling on the floor, dragging your hips to the side as he tugs at the twisted-up underwear on your hips and yanks them down your legs.

Chris pulls you up a little, his hand sinking over your stomach and over your mound, his fingers push over it, pressed together until they split into a v, spreading your lips open between his fingers. “Fuckin’ pretty.”

Chris, you whine, your face burning, your hips squirming against nothing as the cool air brushes the wet heat of you, as they both just look—

And then Henry’s mouth is on the inside of your thigh and his teeth are sharp and deep and you’re crying out this tripping sort of whine as your knees jerk up and Chris’ fingers find your clit.

It’s sudden and too much and your eyes clench shut for the feeling of it all, for Chris’ thumb stroking soothingly over your cheek, but his fingers hot and weighted, rubbing this perfect sort of pressure over the sensitive, swollen heat of your clit.

Your face turns into Chris’ lap and his cock is right there, hard and thick in his pants and you move trembling fingers, trying to get your body to work because—

Someone— one of them— needs to get a dick out.

Chris laughs and you realise you said it out loud. He looks down at you, lifting a brow, but lets you fumble with his pants; he shifts back, sinking lower in the seat, his fingers still stroking your clit and distracting you.

Henry’s mouth comes off your thigh, but he’s licking, kissing, nipping along the inner curve, his thumbs stroking closer and closer—

Chris rubs you again, a heavier sort of push of his fingers before they slip wetly over your mound and up your stomach to cup your breast again; sliding a sticky finger over your nipple. A grin on his mouth as he tilts a brow at you when you yank at the button of his pants in frustration.

“Having some trouble?”

“C’mon,” you whine and then gasp as Henry hikes your leg over his shoulder and his mouth— his tongue— the heat of him is right there.

It steals your thoughts, making your spine arc, your body squirm— his tongue heavy and wide, licking you up from leaking core to swollen clit, rolling over you until he presses his face harder into you and sucks.

There’s nothing in you but that feeling, your hips twitching into his face, a jerky roll of your body to chase that pressure. Your face twists, your body burns, Henry’s mouth is—

“F-fuck—” you sob and feel Chris’ hand soothing over your cheek, his breath warm as he leans closer and kisses your forehead.

“Oh doll,” he rumbles into your skin. “You should see yourself.”

His hands slides over your stomach, gathering the bunched-up of fabric of your dress around your waist, and you can only imagine what you look like, hair mussed, body burning up, muscles trembling, hips rolling against Henry’s face.

You turn your head into Chris’ lap and he tugs on your dress; it’s this weird sort of binding around your middle, a pulse-spiking reminder that they’re strong enough to move you, manhandle you, to keep you where you are or make you go where they want you to go—

God, you shouldn’t like that as much as you do.

His hand strokes over your head, and it’s almost soft as he cups your breast again, playing teasingly with your nipple while Henry nips your clit with the sharp of his teeth and makes you insides twist tighter when he chases that nip with the flat of his tongue.

You get Chris’ pants open, but he has to shift to get his cock out, taking over for your unsteady hands as you try to focus, but with Henry’s mouth on you, it’s nearly impossible.

“G-god—” you hitch, giving into another burst of pleasure that pushes you closer to the edge as Henry’s thumb slides along the inside of your thigh, brushes along the slick curve, that tense, shaking tendon… brushes closer edging along your entrance, sliding thick and warm around it.

“Fuck— Henry,” you whine and you swear he smiles into your cunt, pushing his thumb that much closer, edging around your hole, a teasing weight, the tip of his thumb just edging in. “Asshole—” you choke out, your hips hitching down, trying to chase his thumb, to fill that ache between your hips, that need that leaves you clenching around nothing.

Chris laughs, low and warm and it’s only then you open your eyes to the sight of his cock right next to your head, his hand stroking it, slowly, thick and long and Jesus, Jesus— you think, how is that fair?

You reach for him, and it’s an awkward angle and you can’t really breath right, not with the way every breath is broken by the noises Henry drags out of you on the tip of his tongue.

But you curve your hand around him, revelling in the thick throb of his cock in your palm, that iron-hard heat beneath the smooth skin.

Chris groans, his head dropping back against the couch. You watch the bob of his Adam’s apple, the thick of his throat as he swallows, the shift of his shoulders as you stroke him… his hand gripping harder onto your breast.

“God, babe—” he groans at nearly the same time you feel the slip of Henry’s thumb dipping inside of you.

It’s just the tip, just enough to tease, circling your hole wetly, before sliding up and out and circling along the edge again.

You whine, you don’t even care how wanting it sounds. “Henry—” you choke, and roll your hips, searching for more. “Fuck— please—”

Henry hooks his thumb inside of you, stretching you, his tongue hot and wet and dipping inside along with it, stroking up and over the spread of you as his thumb presses a little deeper. He does it again, easing his thumb back to circle you before sinking it in… this slow steady rhythm that’s maddening, mind-tripping, pulse-spiking.

You can’t stay still, trying to roll further onto his thumb, gripping at Chris’ cock, your head turning toward it and you think about having it in your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue, but everything is wrapped up in that thumb, hooked inside of you.

“Distracted,” Chris teases, with this crooked smile that’s undone by the heat in his eyes. “Poor baby.”

“You do it,” you say, because the idea of it… of him using your mouth is hotter than anything you’ve really ever thought about. (Just a late-night, stomach-tensing fantasy, your fingers on your clit, your head pushing back into your pillow: a cock in your mouth, another inside of you, being taken apart, being wanted that much. That’s it, they’d growl, look at how good you take it.)

Chris looks down at you, his eyes narrowing, glancing at your mouth and then back to your eyes. It’s a moment to make sure, you think, to make sure you both understand what you’re asking for—

And you do, you think, you really, really do.

Chris’ hand knots into your hair, twisting your head a little more before he takes over your grip on his cock and feeds it into your mouth.

He’s hot and thick and you taste that bitter edge of precum, but he’s hitting the back of your throat and stretching your mouth wide and it’s perfect and perverse when his hips start to inch up as his hand tightens to hold you still.

It’s not hard, not like that deep-throat fucking you’ve seen in porn, because you aren’t sure it’s even possible with how your lips are stretched and your jaw is already as wide as it can go… but Chris rolls his hips up in these little pulses and you breathe as best as you can around the thick of his cock, pressing your tongue along the thick shaft, moaning around it when you feel Henry’s thumb push a little deeper.

It’s better than any slick-fingered fantasy.

You feel Henry’s mouth easing back and you almost whine for the loss before you hear him spit—

And your body burns bright at the feeling and idea of it, but he’s pushing two wet fingers inside of you and all you can do is moan around Chris’ cock, your body straining, back arcing as his fingers push in, curving up and rubbing right against that bundle of nerves.

You can’t suck in the breath you need, and you choke a little, moaning around his cock, but Chris soothes a hand along your cheek and your hips shift up in these needy pulses, trying to ride that cresting, burning wave of pleasure that fills up your body, sparking out from Henry’s fingers inside of you.

Chris’s other hand weighs down on your breast as your body trembles and squirms, half to get more, half to get away, until Henry curves his arm over your hips and pins you down.

You reach for Henry’s head because it’s almost too much— but his mouth finds your clit again, and there’s no escaping the build of your orgasm; an electrical wave of it, like a cracking flame between your hips, burning through your limbs, sparking inside of you as his fingers rub and stretch and rub and stretch—

You choke around Chris’ cock as you come; broken whimpers and choked moans, shoving at Henry’s head with the unsteady tips of your fingers.

Chris eases the roll of his hips, his cock slipping hotly out of your mouth using your spit to stroke himself right over your lips; his eyes moving from your face to your cunt and back again.

You pull in uneven breaths, feeling the heat in your lips, the tingling feeling of his cock rubbing over them. Your spine twitches up, your fingers twisted into Henry’s hair, your whole body trembling as you whimper every time Henry licks slowly, hotly over you, his fingers still buried deep.

“My turn,” Chris says and it’s the only warning you get before your being manhandled, Henry pushing your legs up and towards Chris while Chris pushes your upper body up and over to Henry’s side of the couch.

Your find your head in Henry’s lap, and you can barely blink at him before you feel Chris’ mouth on your clit.

There’s no warning; Chris sucks at your clit and sinks his fingers inside you, two sinking deep, pushing hard and steady right against your cunt like he’s fucking you with them, before pulling them back and doing it again.

“Sh-fuck—” you cry out, pushing at his head, but Henry catches your hands and pushes them together against the arm of the couch.

His mouth is hot and his tongue is slick with the taste of your cunt, his cheeks slippery beneath the rougher brush of his stubble…and it’s hot— weird, perfect to lick yourself out of his mouth until you’re groaning out over his cheek when Chris sinks a third finger inside of you.

“Come on, angel, one more,” Henry says roughly, his hand sliding along your jaw, his thumb under your chin, keeping your eyes on his.

It’s a lie, you think, it’s not going to be one more.

“Please,” you sob, your thighs trembling around Chris’ shoulders. You aren’t even sure if you mean please, it’s too much, or please, just fuck me. Because his fingers are wide but his cock is thick and you can’t think about anything else but feeling it, clenching around it… filling that bit of hunger low in your gut that even their fingers can’t quite sate.

But you’re already too close to the edge, still strung-out and wound-up by Henry’s mouth, and Chris’ focus on that bundle of nerves inside of you shoves you right back over the edge. You come hard and fast, your cunt clenching around his fingers, hearing the slick rush of your orgasm as he works you through it.

There’s no word for the sound that comes out of you, some whining sob, over-sensitive with every nerve on fire, your body strung tight, your mind completely consumed by the sparking edges of it racing through your whole body in a way you’ve never felt before.

“I think she just squirted a little.” Chris laughs into your cunt and curves his fingers. You kick his shoulder with an unsteady, shaky leg.

“Fu-ck off— did not,” you groan and Henry huffs a little laugh, looking to Chris and then back to you, his eyebrow tilting.

“Can you?”

You shake your head, because no, you think, I’ve never— that’s not possible— but your words are trapped in your throat and beneath the drum-beat of your pulse in your ears, that full-body hum of your orgasm and you can’t get your brain to work enough to say any of it.

But Chis lifts his fingers and holds them out for both of you to see and watch as your orgasm drips off of his fingers and splatters against your belly.

“You sure?”

You suck in a breath, watching it slide over your stomach, shiny and wet and so obvious it makes your body burn.

Henry groans a little, pressing a kiss to your hot lips. “Guess we’ll find out, huh?”

You whine in your throat, shaking your head again, even if your cunt clenches at the idea of it, as Henry’s hand slides down your throat and over your chest until he cups your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

It’s a softer spark compared to the ache between your hips, but it’s a little, tingling burst of heat prickling through your body, keeping you wanting.

Kneeling on the couch, Chris tugs off his Henley, his muscles shifting, abs flexing— and it’s a sight you’ll remember, you think, the way he shoves down his pants with one hand while ripping open a condom with his teeth.

He has more tattoos, you realise, more than the glimpse of the one you saw in the ‘v’ of his shirt, more black ink on his chest, that you can’t quite make out, an eagle on—

You’re on your belly before you can register Chris’ hands on your hips. Your face in Henry’s lap and his cock hard against your cheek. It makes your cunt clench, your insides spark, rubbing your cheek along that bulk, your nerves sparking because it feels thick and heavy and too fucking big.

Henry groans and his hips twitch up as Chris hauls your hips up almost as quickly as his palm smacks down; the slap is loud and sharp and you cry out and bury your moan into Henry’s lap.

“Fuck,” one of them says, but your too— sparking, caught up, lost in the moment to figure out who said it when Chris’ palm smacks down again.

“Fuck, doll, your ass,” Chris groans and then you feel his cock, nudging along the soaked heat of your cunt, thick and hot and pressing in. It’s a slow press, the stretch steals your breath and leaves you gasping, open-mouthed at Henry’s cock; his hand bracing on the nape of your neck as you curl your fingers into his belt just for something to hold onto.

You feel like a doll, you think, held in place as Chris’ cock splits you open, his hands bruising on your hips, Henry’s cock beneath your cheek, his thumb stroking soothingly over your skin. You can’t get your body to work, too strung out by the feeling of Chris pushing inside of you so slow and steady.

His hand slides from your ass cheek to your lower back, and he presses down on the arc of your spine, tilting your ass higher as he bottoms out, his hips pushing tightly against your ass.

You gasp and try to shift forward, because he’s long and thick and you feel stuffed by it, this sharp little spark deep in your gut…

“Maxed out,” Chris says with a breathless laugh that’s more like a groan. “Fuck that’s good.”

You’re panting on Henry’s lap, turning your face to gasp for cooler air, letting out a jolting curse as Chris’s palm smacks down again before he rubs over the heat of your skin his palm left behind.

“Okay, babe?”

You nod, your cheek rubbing over Henry’s cock, and it feels so perversely good that you do it again, turning your head to rub your mouth over it, letting your tongue press hot and damp at the material of his pants.

“Christ,” Henry curses and he shifts, working open the front of his pants, his hands sinking inside the open front to tug his cock out. He strokes it in front of you, and your cunt clenches for the sight of it, thick and long and—

Jesus, you think, you aren’t sure you’re going to be able to walk tomorrow.

Chris groans behind, his hips twitching forward. “Felt that,” he says and then pulls back—

The first thrust tips you forward, your chest pressing hard into the thick width of Henry’s thigh, your breasts rubbing against the couch, you cry out, gasping at the feeling of being filled up so quickly.

“Sh-hit,” you whine. “F-fucking— Chris—”

You grab at Henry’s cock, half for balance and half for the want to have him in your mouth the way you did for Chris. But all you can do is grip on, your breath puffing against it, Henry watching your face twist and your voice break as Chris sets a steady, unrelenting pace.

You were wrong, you think, this— this is mind-wiping: the steady, almost too hard stroke of Chris’ cock inside of you, every knock of his hips against your ass, every bright flare of being too full before being emptied out again.

There’s a hand on your cheek, soothing over your forehead, right along your hairline, you can feel the heat in your face, the burn of your cheeks, but Chris’ cock is hard and thick and dragging in and out of you so perfectly that there’s nothing you can do but give in to it.

Every thrust in nudges that too much edge of fullness, that brief flicker of a sharpness, maxed out, just like he said. Every dragging pull back is this moment of clawing desperation and anticipation for the next, stretching, filling push in.

Your back aches in the angle as Chris pulls your hips up a little higher, but it’s so good, that little counterpoint to the pleasure burning and building and dripping out of you.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Chris groans. “You’re soaked.”

And you are, you can feel it, a slickness between your thighs, and when Chris’ hand slides beneath you, his fingers rub slippery over your clit, soaked and over-sensitive and you can’t stop the pitching cries breaking out of your chest.

It’s God and Chris and please— drawn-out whines you get lost in it, sparking and too hot, your back arching more, Chris’ strokes deep and steady and just bordering into too hard, shoving you down until it’s just your ass arched up, needy and trembling, your legs boneless and shaking.

Henry’s cock is thick, right against your cheek, but you don’t have anything in you to do more, your muscles quivering, burning up until that aching heat inside of you that’s building on every stroke of Chris’ cock, every smack of his hips against your ass, is bursting—

You tense up just before you come, your eyes squeezing shut, breathing in hot damp air in the curve of Henry’s lap and his cock in your hand, pressed against your cheek, his belt digging into your forehead.

Chris curses behind you as you lose your body to your orgasm and all it’s sparking edges, your hips winding up, pushing your ass a little higher, your feet hitting the arm of the couch like you can push away from that endless, prefect stroke of his cock—

But you can’t. Chris fucks you through it, harder than before, his arm wrapping beneath your hips to hold you up, Henry’s hand on your nape to keep you still—

Your near sobbing through it, strained, pitching cries as your toes curl and the nails of your other hand sink into Henry’s thigh.

Chris’ hips shove down, his voice rough and groaning as he comes, his cock twitching and pulsing on one last too deep, grinding thrust of his hips; pushing his weight against your ass in these slowing pulses just like his cock.

When he pulls back, the thickness of his cock leaving you makes you whimper, and he laughs, this rough, breathless laugh before his palm smacks down on your ass again and he drops back into the other half of the couch, dragging your legs into his lap.

You’re boneless, mindless, lost to that feeling inside of you, breathing hard— but you’ve barely caught the blown-apart edges of your mind before they’re flipping you over and manhandling you to face the other way.

You blink up at Chris.

“Fu–ck you guys,” you say breathless and weak, body still quivering. “Holy shit.”

He grins down at you, sweaty and dishevelled and your sure there’s some sort of dazed look in your eye because he breathes another laugh and leans down to kiss you. It’s awkward and messy, you’re both breathing too hard, but it distracts you for a moment until you hear the crinkle of foil and feel the stretch in your thighs and the grip of Henry’s hands on your hips.

“Oh god,” you whine because there’s no way you can go again, you think, but Henry’s mouth is on your breast and there’s this rolling sort of sound of his chest that’s a sure you can, darling— as his teeth scrape your nipple before pulling it into his mouth.

Chris grins and brushes his hand over your forehead, and his eyes move from you to Henry and back.

“You felt so good, doll,” he starts and you blink up at him, your chest hitching up as Henry bites your nipple again before sucking a hard, bruising mark into the curve of your breast. “And your sounds—” he groans a little, dropping another biting kiss against your lips. “I can’t wait to hear them again.”

Your breath trips, your eyes flutter closed as that stupid spark in your gut starts to burn brighter.

You feel Henry’s hand slide along your thigh, sinking between your legs, his fingers slip over your clit and you twitch and gasp, squirming for the feeling tripping through you, but his hand turns and his fingers brush over the soaked mess of your cunt before they sink inside of you, steady and deep.

“Fucking soaked,” he groans roughly.

Your back strains up. “G-god—” you moan, the sound stretching into a whine as two of Henry’s fingers stretch inside of you, pushing deep and pulling back only to widen, working you open until he slides another finger along your entrance and you tense up, on edge for that stretch—

But you’re so wet it sinks inside of you like the sweetest sort of ache, leaving you gasping and hitching for air, pulling in little breaths as he curls his fingers, stretches them out, a teasing burst of electricity up your spine before that little ache of him stretching you out more.

You get a little lost in the rhythm of it, his mouth on your chest, kissing up your neck until his licks into your mouth— and it’s a distraction, this slow and deep kiss, until he’s leaning back on his knees and yanking you a little bit closer to his body until your head is just barely on Chris’ thigh and your legs are over Henry’s shoulders.

He strokes his cock and you can’t not watch. Thick and heavy, his fingers shiny, spreading your slick over the length of his cock, and then he’s scooping his fingers through your cunt again, getting his hand wetter, before stroking them once more over his cock—

You and Chris both choke on a groan, but it’s Chris who manages to get his brain to work. “Shit,” he laughs. “This is way better than porn.”

Henry cocks an eyebrow, a crooked grin on his mouth before he hauls your leg a little higher on his shoulder and feeds his cock into you.

You tense up almost at once, hands gripping at the couch, nails scratching at the fabric, your head tilting back with a curse in your throat as Henry’s hips inch forward in these slow little pulses.

“Ohgod,” you choke, ohg-god—shi-tshit—

It’s too much you think, there’s no way— no fingering of fucking or any amount of orgasms are going to make that less overwhelming, mind-consuming, holy shit—you might just come just from that achingly good sort of pain, that too full, too bright stretch.

You try to cling onto the edges of your mind, biting your cheek and breathing hard, your chest quivering and whimpering when Chris gropes at your breast, kneading it and rolling your nipple along the side of his finger and thumb.

“You gotta let it out,” Chris says. “Come on, let us hear you.”

You shake your head, trying to breathe through it… but here’s no escaping it, Henry’s works his cock into you in little inching pulses— until you can feel the slicker glide of it, the easing stretch… the thick of his head is just brushing the end of you. And it hurts in that good way that leaves you trembling, caught on the edge of wanting to pull away and dying to get more.

His eyes meet yours, he presses in a little more— eases back and does it again and again until you’re squirming to feel more. Until that ache is a softer thing, lingering beneath the weight of his cock inside of you.

When he hooks both of your knees over his shoulders, it drags your lower body up higher, leaving your head on Chris’ thigh, but letting you both watch the thick of his cock sinking inside of you as he drags his hips back and pushes in.

Your pretty sure that’s a sob in your throat and that Chris is saying something too you, but all you can feel is Henry’s cock, hitting you deep and steady as he sets this relentless, grinding sort of roll, his cock staying deep, keeping you stretched and full and pushing you right into that hazy fucking mess of too much and don’t stop.

“Babe,” Chris groans, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “Look at you.”

Your mound is soaked, your skin shiny all the way to your belly button, a slickness between your thighs that leaves a sticky shine on Henry’s abs on every rolling grind.

Your thighs are trembling on his shoulders, toes curling, legs quivering over the broadness they’re hooked over, but Henry leans back a little more, holding your thigh on his shoulder, the other curving to grip your ass cheek to hold you up higher, to keep you where he wants you.

Jesus, you think, or sob, you aren’t sure. Your body trembles, your voice breaking out of you as he pushes in again, deeper this time, his cock pushing against your cervix and leaving this ache between your hips that feels like your so fucking full of him he’s in your fucking lungs.

There it is, one of them says, but you can’t do anything but breathe and hold on, swallowed up the feeling, the ache, the burn of pleasure that’s less sparking and more like liquid heat, like you’re being consumed one slow, deep, too thick roll of his hips at a time.

He stays steady and deep, it’s not even really fucking you think—there’s no ebbing tide, no room to breathe, his cock pushes steadily, thick and deep right against that too-deep ache that turns your insides into something molten and too hot… until your sure you’re almost sobbing with it, your spine winding up, higher and higher, the back of your head rubbing on Chris’ thigh…

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Henry holds you steady, grinding into you, making you take it without any mercy. Without any real thrusts. Just a steady, little inching roll of his hips, almost this little, controlled-bounce of your ass against his lap.

Your thighs clench, muscles tensing as his cock burns you from the inside out, leaves you choking for air, hitching noises that you can’t describe, until everything’s burning brighter. Until your spine strains up, your chest shaking, your nails scratching at Chris’ forearm, clinging onto him as Henry fucks you through that building, consuming thing that feels like it’s going to eat you alive any second now.

His hand bruises into your thigh and ass as you lose your body to the fire, the thick of his cock pushing that ache deep in your gut, holding you still as you come apart. Cunt clenching as you sob, clamping down around his cock— and you’re choking for air as he fucks you through it, grinding into you, sending a sharper, deeper bust of that ache through your body.

“Fuck,” he growls, fuck— and it’s too much, you think, too much—

But he tilts forward and pushes into you, swallowing those sounds that you can’t hold in, a sloppy kiss that leaves you breathless, nails sinking into his ribs as his hips shove up in a rough grind as he comes.

You feel surrounded, Chris’ arm trapped between your body and Henry’s. Henry’s breath hot on your mouth when he kisses you one last time before pushing back and sinking back into the other side of the couch.

Your mind hums or the room does… or maybe it’s just your heartbeat in your ears, your body lost to the waves of whatever the fuck that was that’s still flowing through you.

Someone’s hand strokes over your stomach and it feels weird and too wet, and you have to tilt your head up and blink down to look at it to make sense of the feeling.

Chris trails his hand through the shine on your skin, the pooling liquid that gathers in your belly button and fucking soaks the couch beneath you.

You blink at it, trying to make sense of it when Chris’ voice breaks the quiet.

“See,” he says roughly, hid fingers sliding through it. “You can absolutely squirt. Fuckin’ look at that.”

You groan, feeling Henry’s hand on your leg, his thumb stroking your skin slowly. “Next time we’ll try for an actual squirt, yeah?”

You’re pretty sure you whimper, your stomach tensing with the idea of it, with the words next time burning through you, but the silence stretches again; the wetness on your skin and soaking the couch, cools and makes your shiver. You don’t know if you have enough willpower to move out of the wet spot, let alone take a shower.

“Wait, we almost forgot,” Chris starts, and before you can squint up at him, his hand is up and Henry’s breathless, low laugh rolls through your still-boneless legs resting in his lap.

The slap of their hands echoes in the quiet and you groan, covering your face with your hands.

“I hate you both, oh my god.”

Lies, one of them says, but you’re all laughing tiredly, stuck together with no desire to move and you know it’s not true as Henry’s thumb strokes your ankle and Chris’ hand trails slowly, smoothly, through the mess on your stomach.

Not true at all.

Got ‘em, you think, and let your eyes close.

.

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[absolutepokemontrash]

The undatables as uncles need more love, so... What if L!MC and the rest of the children just go to the castle or purgatory Hall for a few days because the Bros got tired or just need a day of rest. Idk this makes no sense

Yes, more uncle shennaniganery!

A Day at the Demon Lord’s Castle

Masterlist

It was Demon-Flu season, and no demon in the House of Lamentation was spared from its sniffly wrath. It started with Belphegor waking up and sneezing right next to Beel, and it was all downhill from there.

Notice how I said “demon”, the dear little Half-Demons were all fine thanks to the efforts of M!MC who for some reason had bought a bunch of plague doctor masks the week prior.

“Why... why did you buy these?” L!MC asked, their voice muffled by the badly fitting mask.

“I saw em’ in a store window and I decided I wanted them.”

Three out of four of the Brat Brigade (plus the cat) were on their way to the Demon Lord’s castle to stay until the house’s little epidemic passed. Lord Diavolo had oh so graciously asked (begged) to be allowed to host the kids for a while.

What could go wrong?

Many things could go wrong.

For one, the first thing A!MC saw when they first arrived, was a rat. Not one of the gross scary ones, but one of the absolutely adorable ones that turns you into the ‘gently holds’ meme.

“I’m going to call you Templeton!” “*squeak*” “Yay!”

Barbatos of course came to greet the guests, and explained that they have a little... issue with rats at that moment. Butler-dad assured them it wouldn’t be a problem, just if the children saw any of the vermin running around to tell him and he’d dispose of them.

Templeton the rat was promptly hidden in one of A!MC’s pockets.

The Purgatory Hall crew was there as well, apparently Solomon decided to make brunch and Purgatory Hall’s kitchen exploded.

Lord Diavolo finally makes his entrance and declares that everyone should unpack and relax, his gorgeous/terrifying castle was their gorgeous/terrifying castle.

“So,” L!MC rested their head on their hand and rotated the knight in their free hand as they stared half vacantly at the chess board. “Did you take care of the snake in the labyrinth, Dia?”

Diavolo lit up when he heard his seldom used nickname. “Well, Henry 1.0 isn’t exactly bothering anyone down there at the moment, and I don’t think Levi is equipped to deal with a fifty foot long untamed snake.”

L!MC smirked and placed their knight down. “Yeah, at least not right now.”

The moment L!MC removed their hand from the knight, Diavolo moved his bishop and took their queen. Shit.

“Aw man...” L!MC mumbled, after a cursory look at the board, the poor thing realized that they had been screwed for the last five turns and Diavolo was just prolonging the match.

“Don’t feel too bad, L!MC.” Diavolo gave them a pat on the head. “Lucifer can’t beat me in chess either.”

“Hmph.” They wouldn’t admit it but... that did make them feel a little better.

“That reminds me, I have a favour to ask of you.” L!MC almost outwardly drooped at the mention of... ugh... a task. “Do you mind reviewing some dad-jokes with me to make sure they are suitably dad-like?”

“...what?” Quickly remembering they were in the presence of honest to God (poor choice of words... uh... Grandfather?) royalty, L!MC straightened their posture and tried their best to look respectfully curious instead of completely and utterly confused. “Pardon?”

“M!MC and several others have said I have ‘dad vibes’, so I’m leaning into it!” Diavolo smiled so brightly if L!MC hadn’t been the child of the Morning Star they may have been blinded. “My father wasn’t one for jokes, so I’d like to run these by you before I say them to others.”

Suppressing a snort of laughter, L!MC nodded. “Go for it, I’m all ears.”

Diavolo pulled out quite the long list and began to read out loud... L!MC quickly realized that this may take longer than expected. “Okay, to begin: I’m afraid for the calendar, it’s days are numbered.”

“Oh not-that-good-Lord...” L!MC muttered under their breath.

The dad jokes continued, some were funny, some were absolutely awful, some sounded like they were made for children in the Victorian era... overall, it was a good- holy shit that took over two hours...

“Finally,” Diavolo squinted at the last joke. “I went to the liquor store and they asked for my ID, while I fumbled for my wallet, my Blockbuster card fell out, the cashier said ‘nevermind’.”

L!MC furrowed their brows. “What’s a Blockbuster?”

“That was what I was hoping you’d explain to me... is it a dad requirement to get a card for that establishment..?”

“Mmmm...” L!MC pursed their lips. “Probably not. I mean, Lucifer doesn’t have one.”

“That’s true...” Diavolo looked at the clock, then stood up and began to shoo L!MC out the door. “Look at me, taking up all your time that you should be spending with your friends. Thank you for your help, L!MC, now don’t let me keep you any longer!”

Giggling slightly, L!MC shot a wave over their shoulder as they left the room. “Bye dad! See you later!”

They were half way down the hallway when they realized their verbal slip-up.

“Oh.” L!MC’s face burned with embarrassment. “Shit.”

Dad-volo was totally delighted and very cool about it, don’t worry.

M!MC and Bean the cat were hanging out with the angels in the very pretty royal gardens when that mess was going down.

Luke was being absolutely adorable and was snuggling Bean while he and Simeon looked at the pretty plants.

In traditional M!MC fashion, they were engaging in an average game of ‘lightly tease the chihuahua’.

“It’s just... you’re so small.” M!MC took the opportunity to rest their arm on Luke’s head as he stopped to observe a colour changing flower bush. “How many years have you been this height? 100? 200?”

M!MC had taken the news that Luke was older than them in stride, finding new opportunities to make the little angel do his adorable angy face. They were obviously succeeding in their jerkwad-endeavours as Luke pushed their arm off and fixed his now smushed hat.

“You be quiet! I’m perfectly average height for an angel my age.” Luke huffed, petting the cat, who hissed at M!MC. The stupid cat absolutely hated them for some reason, it brought L!MC never ending joy to bring the cat into their shared room and watch it hiss and swipe at them. L!MC should really show some more respect for their older cousin!

“Are angels normally the size of a fifth grader?” M!MC snickered. “Is Simeon considered a freak for his height?”

“No, M!MC, I am not.” Simeon chuckled. “Rest assured, Luke will grow.”

“Yeah! And I’m sure I’ll be taller than you!” Luke added.

M!MC smirked deviously and pinched Luke’s cheek. “Well, I’ll have to take advantage of your smallness and baby face while I still can!”

“Hey! Stop that!” Luke tried to swat their hands away, but M!MC had inherited their father’s reflexes and his penchant for being a little shit every once and a while, so Luke’s swatting only resulted in more pinches.

“Never!” M!MC teased. “Surrender to your smallness!”

“No!”

Luke took off deeper into the garden, surprisingly quickly considering he was holding a cat that was hellbent on clawing M!MC’s eyes out. M!MC laughed and gave chase.

“Luuuuuuuke! Come back! I promise I’ll be nice!” M!MC lied right through their teeth like the little heathen they were, as they ran down the path they noticed that they couldn’t see Luke up ahead anymore, nor could they hear him yelling for Simeon to make them quit their teasing.

“Heheh...” M!MC wheezed as they stopped to catch their breath. “Luke c’mon, don’t be a baby. It’s real immature to hide like that!”

There was no response, which made M!MC just a little nervous, just a smidge. The plants had changed from pretty flowers and gorgeous trees to a much darker clump of vines and twisting branches. It all seemed to be the same plant, M!MC noted as they scanned the area for any sign of Luke and the cat, or Simeon for that matter.

“Luke? Bean? Come on! Haul your asses over here, this isn’t funny any-” M!MC paused and looked down as something coiled around their left leg. “-more?”

The vine tightened and yanked them backwards, M!MC fell right to the ground and clawed at the path to stop them getting pulled into the brush. Another vine wrapped around their right leg, any resistance that digging their nails into the ground was nullified as both vines yanked M!MC into the bushes.

Well, this was a nightmare of epic proportions. The vines continued to wrap around the helpless half demon until they were completely unable to move. As M!MC looked around frantically, they made eye contact with an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. Ah! There was Luke!

“Mmmph!” Only Luke’s eyes were visible, but the eyes are the gateway to the soul or whatever, and M!MC took an educated guess and decided that Luke’s soul wasn’t too happy with them.

“Mmth! Mmth!” M!MC tried to speak, but their mouth was covered by the vines. The two would have to communicate with their eyes only.

‘This is your fault!’

‘How the fuck is this MY fault?’

‘If you hadn’t teased me this never would have happened!’

‘Grow thicker skin, you chihuahua!’

‘Fuck you!’

Listen, Luke probably wasn’t capable of trying to communicate a swear word, but it was incredibly funny for M!MC to think about.

“M!MC? Luke?” Simeon stepped into their limited field of vision. “Where are you two? This plant is carnivorous.”

Oh... lovely. That was good to know.

“Mmemph!”

“MFTH!” Luke and M!MC tried to call out to Simeon, only for the vines to wrap around them even tighter. Wow, what a way to go... strangled by a plant... ugh. L!MC would never let them live that down...

“Hm,” Simeon looked down at the vine that was coiling around his leg. “What a bother.”

Quick as lightning, Simeon grabbed the vine and sent a burst of shining gold magic shooting through it. The magic quickly spread to the rest of the plant and the moment the magic slammed into M!MC they nearly passed out from the searing pain that shot through their entire body.

They clamped their eyes shut and clenched their teeth to stop them from rattling as they felt the massive wave of Celestial magic wash over them. It was weirdly warm, like a hug from a friend, but it wasn’t a pleasant sensation, at least not to M!MC.

The plant let out an otherworldly scream as it threw Luke, Bean, and M!MC back onto the path at Simeon’s feet.

Luke picked Bean back up and dusted off his clothes like he didn’t have a care in the world. M!MC lay on the ground, if you listened closely you could hear them sizzle a bit. Nothing like being nearly strangled by a plant and then roasted by holy ‘fuck you’ magic.

“I’m glad you’re both okay,” Simeon pulled Luke into a hug and helped M!MC off the ground. “Did I ah... use to much magic?”

M!MC half-scowled at their saviour and wiped down their outfit. “Yeah. A little too much.”

“My bad,” Simeon ruffled M!MC’s hair. “I hope this serves as a learning experience for you two, Luke, don’t run off like that, and M!MC,”

The half demon nearly jumped in fear and surprise as Simeon swivelled to look at them. The smile on his face was far from comforting. “Don’t tease poor Luke too much, okay?”

“Uh... uh huh.” M!MC quickly nodded.

“Good! Now let’s head back, I think we’ve all had enough of the Royal Gardens.”

As the group returned, they passed a very red in the face L!MC and wondered what exactly went down in the time they were gone.

It’s common knowledge that Barbatos hates rats, it’s also common knowledge that A!MC is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

What does this lead to, you may be asking, well...

A!MC and their dear rat Templeton needed to hide from the politely homicidal Barbatos.

“Sh!” A!MC whispered into their pocket, the rat responded with an indignant squeak.

The Demon Lord’s Castle was absolutely massive, and trying to navigate it without a map was akin to wandering around an ancient pyramid filled with death traps. A!MC and their dear companion were wandering the place without a map and trying to hide from a butler that had the power to see into the future. The two fugitives were at a clear disadvantage.

A!MC had managed to stumble into an area that had paintings and statues completely everywhere, it was then they realized they were completely lost.

While quietly perusing the room, A!MC took notice of quite the lovely portrait of a woman. She had long flowing locks of golden hair and the most gorgeous captivating eyes... A!MC nearly shrieked when the woman’s eyes snapped to their’s and her face contorted into a scowl.

“Do I know you?” The woman asked, A!MC gulped and shook their head.

“N-no ma’am, I don’t think we’ve met...” A!MC mumbled before sticking out their hand for a handshake. The painting woman stared down at their outstretched hand, very unimpressed. “I’m A!MC, it’s nice to meet you.”

The half demon offered their cutest smile, their dad had lovingly taken the time to coach them in the art of being so darn tootin’ adorable that everyone would fall over themselves to get A!MC to like them. The moment the woman registered the smile, her scowl returned for a brief moment, then vanished entirely.

“Oh,” The woman smiled sweetly. “I do think I know you, do you mind coming a bit closer so I can see you better?”

Suffering from a complete inability to detect red flags, A!MC happily moved closer.

“Ah, just as I suspected. You look like Asmodeus.”

“You know my dad?” A!MC asked.

“Yes,” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “I know him quite well.”

A!MC was suddenly knocked off balance as a massive gust of wind shoved them closer to the painting. They frantically clawed at the stone ground as Templeton squeaked and squirmed in their pocket.

“Your father is the reason I’m stuck in this painting,” The woman explained coldly as A!MC tried to scramble away. “He escaped the labyrinth twice, but I don’t plan on letting you escape.”

“I-uh- m-muh-my dad’s probably really sorry about whatever he did! There’s no need to be rash!” A!MC stuttered.

“Yeah, no.” The woman huffed. “He had his chance to fix things. I’m getting even.”

“Not right now you’re not.”

A!MC swivelled their head around to see Barbatos calmly holding out a pair of scissors.

“Now Helene, I’d recommend releasing the child before I’m forced to take drastic measures.” Barbatos clicked the scissors together twice, and Helene paled. The wind pushing A!MC towards the painting dissipated and the half demon ran and hid behind the butler.

“Th-thank you...” A!MC mumbled.

“It’s not a problem, A!MC. Now I believe it would be a wise choice to move to another room.”

The two, (plus the hidden rat) ended up in the kitchen. A!MC shifted nervously as Barbatos began prepping lunch.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” Barbatos asked suddenly, A!MC straightened their posture and nodded.

“I um... promise you won’t be mad...” A!MC mumbled.

“I can assure you, I won’t be too upset.”

“I made a friend.” A!MC took Templeton out of their pocket and held him closely to their chest, Barbatos’s calm smile froze on his face. “He’s really sweet, please don’t kill him!”

“...A!MC.” Barbatos began slowly. “I’m not mad... just make sure it doesn’t escape and run rampant... now... please get it out of my kitchen.”

“Yes sir! Thank you sir!” A!MC turned and sprinted to their room.

Ugh... Barbatos, haven’t you ever watched Ratatouille? The rat can cook dammit!

When Luke went in to bake with his second dad he was very confused as to why Barbatos looked like he was having war flashbacks.

Huh... weird right? Anyway...

Good ol’ weird uncle Solomon suggested that after dinner everyone should get together and watch a movie.

L!MC and Solomon suggested that they watch The Conjuring and that idea got immediately shot down.

M!MC brought up that the most “family get-together” movie they could think of was Star Wars.

So they watched A New Hope.

“We could be watching the Conjuring right now.” L!MC murmured as they watched Luke Skywalker fumble his way to Obi Wan Kenobi.

“Yeah.” Solomon whispered back. “You know, I met Ed and Lorraine Warren.”

“Cool,” L!MC smiled. “My ren took me to their house once, when I went in to see all the haunted objects all the demons inside wanted to hang out with me.”

“Huh,” Solomon snickered. “Did they think you were Lucifer?”

“Yep. It was funny, Annabelle’s a pretty big asshole though.”

“I’d be an asshole too if I were stuck in a raggedy Anne doll since the 60s and not allowed to leave.”

“Both of you sh!” M!MC hissed, they threw some popcorn over their shoulder, which L!MC threw right back.

A while into the movie, M!MC elbowed Solomon and pointed at one of the aliens. “That’s you.”

“I’m so hurt…” Solomon pouted.

“And that’s you.” L!MC pointed at a stormtrooper that had just gotten shot with a blaster. M!MC scoffed and rolled their eyes.

“I’m not some dumb stormtrooper.”

“Yeah, you’re a little short for a stormtrooper.”

“HEY!”

“SHHHHHHH!” A!MC and Luke turned and started throwing their own popcorn…

The mess that they all had to vacuum after the movie was much more terrifying than The Conjuring ever could have been.

So, after a few days, Lucifer called to say that everyone was back to normal and the last remnants of the Demon-Flu were gone.

Yay! The kids could go back to their really overcrowded house!

The goodbyes were something to behold.

“Goodbye everyone! Come back sometime soon!” Diavolo waved from the doorway.

“Bye, Lord Diavolo!” L!MC smiled brightly and returned the wave. M!MC snickered and nudged them.

“That’s a pretty cold way to say goodbye to your dad-”

“Shut up…” L!MC growled.

“L!MC, what are they talking about?” Lucifer asked.

“Nothing!”

M!MC looked like they were weighing the pros and cons of surviving the conversation, then shrugged.

“M!MC, no, you have so much to live for!” A!MC pleaded.

“L!MC called Lord Diavolo dad!”

Mammon erupted into hysterical laughter while Asmo giggled and half heartedly patted L!MC on the head. Lucifer was not impressed.

“You know,” L!MC sighed. “I’m moving out. Lord Diavolo can I come live here?”

“L!MC, come back.” Lucifer trailed after his very embarrassed spawn.

A!MC pulled on their dad’s sleeve and cleared their throat.

“Yes sweetie?”

“D-dad, do you have a vehement hatred and or fear of rats?”

“Um-”

“Meet Templeton, he’s adorable and my friend.”

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Author’s note, The next part of the main series is coming next week… or this week… idk how long things take.

(Probably this week)

[americasass91]

Pull-Up Contest

So here is my second ever request! Thank you @shythingstudentdragon​! I had a lot of fun with this! It’s kind of a sequel of this 👉🏻 Push-Up Contest. But it can be read as a one shot. Of course it is smutty! My specialty. Haha. Also I just want to take a moment and thank every single person who reads my stories! You’re awesome! You’re extra awesome if you like, comment, or reblog! But I love everyone who reads them! I just put them out there in hopes of helping you escape from this fucked-up world if only for a few minutes. That’s why I read fics. Okay and because I’m a Super Hoe for Chris Evans and more recently Henry Cavill👀. But anyways I’ll shut up! I hope you lovelies enjoy this!

Also. I’m well aware this👇🏻 is Ari and not Steve but fuck me 🥵

Rating: Explicit(duh, it’s me 🤷‍♀️)

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral(m receiving), shirtless Steve(This is a valid warning), language, I think that’s it.

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You were starting to think that there was something seriously wrong with you.

Here you were, at another one of Tony’s parties, supposed to be mingling with everyone and making friends and building stronger relationships.

But all you could think about was your sexy as fuck super soldier and having him pin you down against the pool table he was currently standing at and fucking you until you couldn’t see straight.

It was his fault really. Ever since 2 months ago when he and Tony had that push-up contest and you’d asked him to fuck you after, he couldn’t stop.

You’d be minding your own business and just walking to the gym for a workout when all of a sudden you’d be pulled into a closet and Steve would have his way with you.

Or you’d be having a movie night with the Avengers and he’d bring you to orgasm on his fingers as many times as your body would allow under the blanket you two shared.

So really this was all his doing. The fact that you were sitting at the bar with yet another Amaretto Sour and clenching your thighs together is all his fault.

There he is playing pool with his stupid perfect blonde hair. And his stupid tight, blue button up shirt. And his stupid tight, black pants.

You know exactly what’s in those pants and you can’t help but feel needy. You are trying your best to control yourself. You even keep trying to pull Nat into a conversation but then zone out when she starts telling a story.

She’s just about to snap her fingers to get your attention when a commotion starts over near the couches.

You both walk over in time to see Clint attempting to lift Mjolnir off the table.

You go sit by Steve who kisses your cheek. “Um, What’s he doing? He knows he can’t lift that right?”

Steve chuckles. “Well he’s had a little to drink and Thor told him only people who are worthy can lift it so naturally Clint thinks he’s worthy.”

You roll your eyes. Next Tony stands up and starts pulling at it. He has no luck. He quickly leaves the room.

You wrap your arms around Steve’s neck. “Well, what about you? Think you can lift it?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I may be a little tipsy on Asgardian Mead, but even I know I’m not worthy either.”

Your eyes widen a bit. You pull back and study his face. His cheeks do look a little flushed and his smile is a little dopier than usual. You’ve never seen Steve anything close to tipsy before.

“I bet you could. You should give it a shot. You’re my big, strong super soldier.”

His eyes darken a bit and he leans in to whisper, “I think there are other ways I’d rather show off my strength to you, baby girl.”

Shivers go down your spine. But before you have a chance to respond, Tony returns. This time he has the right arm from his suit on. “It’s just physics.” He exclaims as he goes and grabs the hammer again.

And to no one’s surprise, he fails again. He scoffs and tells Rhodey to go get a piece of his suit.

Steve is trying his best to hold in his laughter. As is everyone else in the room. The almighty Tony Stark can’t lift Mjolnir.

Rhodey comes back and they both attempt to lift it with no luck. Eventually everyone who wants a turn in the room has tried and failed. Steve is losing it at this point. All because Tony can’t get over the fact that he’s not worthy.

“What’s so funny Captain Righteous? You think you’re worthy to lift it? Why don’t you give it a try?”

Steve rolls his eyes and stands up. “Tony I really don’t need to prove anything to you. You’re still pissed that I wiped the floor with your ass with that push-up contest you challenged me to.”

Wow, it may be the Asgardian Mead talking but damn. He was being a little cocky and fuck if it wasn’t turning you on.

“You know something was wrong with my suit! And what are you too afraid you won’t be worthy? Go ahead. Everyone else has tried.”

Steve rolls up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. Fuck. You cross your legs and clench your thighs together.

“Fine, I’ll try my best.”

He grabs the handle and tries to lift it. You swear you see it move just a fraction. But then he pulls again and nothing.

“Ha! Even the great old Captain America can’t lift it!” Tony points and laughs at Steve.

Steve looks pissed. He goes and stands in front of Tony and pokes his finger to his chest. “Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, Stark? Sure I can’t lift the hammer, but I can certainly lift other stuff.”

He goes over to the couch where Bruce and Nat are sitting and bends down and lifts it up over his head. Holy shit. Well there go your panties.

He gently places the couch back down. He then smirks and starts flexing his arms. “You couldn’t do that without your precious suit Tony. So just admit I’m stronger and let’s get on with our lives!”

Tony scoffs. “Like I’d go down without a fight! How is my suit any different than you being genetically enhanced? You wouldn’t be able to even breathe without that serum swimming through your veins! Hell you’d probably even be dead! So I think it’s still a fair fight when I use my suit against your ‘muscles’.” Tony put the last word in quotation marks with his fingers and then crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow expectantly at Steve.

“Fine! If you think you’re so amazing then how about another contest? A Pull-Up one this time? If you think you can handle it?”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Bring it on, Capsicle!”

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Next thing you know, everyone from the party is down in the gym making bets on who’s going to win. You refuse to engage in such childish antics. You’re standing off to the side with Steve who has done a few more shots of Asgardian Mead.

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this? I mean you already proved yourself with the push-ups.”

He rolls his eyes and waves you off. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Let me just take a few seconds to kick his ass and then I’ll take you back to my room to celebrate my win.” He gives you a wink that goes straight to your still-wet pussy.

Tony saunters in with Rhodey with both arms of his suit on. He meets Steve at the pull-up bars. “Alright, ready to lose you old timer?”

Steve scoffs. “Bring it on, tin man.”

They are about to jump up to the bars when there is a shout from the back of the crowd. “WAIT!”

Everyone turns toward the voice which happens to belong to a very inebriated Maria Hill. “They should do this shirtless!”

“I really don’t see how doing this shirtless is going to-” Tony gets cut off by girlish screams coming from the audience. He looks over and sees that Steve has already removed his shirt and is posing and flexing his muscles.

“I think doing this shirtless is a great idea!” He smirks over at Tony, knowing full well he has the better physique of the two.

Tony scoffs once again. “Oh please, let me show you what real muscles are supposed to look like. Not ones that came from a bottle.”

He of course makes Rhodey put on some kind of sultry song while he seductively strips his shirt as best he can over the arms of his suit. He throws his shirt in Pepper’s direction. He of course has to do a few poses himself. Making sure his muscles are also on display. Which you have to admit aren’t too bad. Nothing compared to your super soldier, but still, not too bad.

Rhodey stands in front with a stopwatch. “Alright ladies! Let’s please get this over with because there is still more alcohol to be drunk!” The crowd cheers at that.

You move over to stand beside Nat. “So who are the odds for?”

She smirks as she’s counting her money. “Oh easy. After that last display, Steve.”

You smirk back. “Well I’m biased but if I was betting, that’s who I’d put my money on too.”

She raises her eyebrow at you. “It’s not too late to make a bet.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to bet on my friend’s failure, Nat. I told you that.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

You move your gaze back up to Steve who is now somehow in the middle of a posing contest with Tony. They look fucking ridiculous if you’re being honest. You just smack your forehead and shake your head.

“Alright, Barton! Banner! Get up here! Banner, you’ll be counting for Stark and Barton you’ll be counting for Rogers.” He glances back at the two flexing morons. “And please let’s hurry before they embarrass themselves further.”

You chuckle at the look Steve is now giving Rhodey. He reluctantly stops flexing and gets back into position. Tony mimics him.

“Alright, the most pull-ups in 60 seconds will be the winner! Ready? Set? Go!”

Once again you are so glad you don’t have to count for Steve. They are both going way too fast for you to keep up. But then Steve starts grunting every time he pulls himself up and that steals all of your attention. It’s the same sound he makes when he’s fucking you and you can’t handle yourself.

He must be focusing on you because all of a sudden he makes eye contact. You bite your lip and clench your thighs. He smirks and let’s go of the bar with his left hand and starts doing one armed pull-ups. Jesus Christ. He winks at you. His pace has only faltered a little. You still think he’s going to win. God damn you can’t wait until he takes you-

“Time! Alright let’s see how our ladies did!” Rhodey turns to Bruce. “Okay, Banner. How many did our Tin Man do?”

Bruce replies with 214.

The crowd erupts into cheers. “Okay! Okay! Settle down! We need to get the other number before we get all crazy!” He turns to Clint. “Okay Barton. How did Cap do?”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest and flexes. He throws a smirk your way.

Clint raises his head and smirks at Banner. “350.”

Steve starts clapping. “And the best man won, again!”

Tony lowers his head in defeat. “Well, Capsicle. Good match. I’ll get you in something eventually.” Steve goes over and shakes his hand. “I look forward to it, Tin Man.”

You look over at Nat. “So what are you going to do with all of that money?”

She shrugs as she counts it. “Maybe donate it? Buy some expensive shit I don’t need? Not sure yet.”

You shake your head and make your way over to Steve. He’s buttoning his shirt back up. “That was quite impressive there, super soldier.”

He just smirks and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal as he smacks your ass. “We’re going for a swim to celebrate!”

“Put me down, Steven!” You try to say with authority but fail when a giggle escapes you.

Tony points at your retreating forms. “So help me god if you fuck in that pool!”

Steve turns quickly to look at Tony. “What do you expect, Stark? We’ve already christened the kitchen, the gym, the movie room, and several utility closets. Might as well christen the pool too!”

“Fine! Alright everyone! Pool party!” Tony screams. The crowd cheers and heads in the direction of the pool.

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Steve finally sets you down when you get in the elevator. “Well now what, genius? You didn’t have to tell him your plan of fucking me in the pool.”

He smirks. “That was never my plan, baby girl.” He presses the emergency stop on the elevator. “I’ve always wanted to take you in an elevator. Now I believe I won a contest so I think I deserve my cock sucked. So.” He looks from you to the floor as he unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants and briefs enough to free his rock hard cock. He hisses as its slaps against his abdomen. “Well what are you waiting for, sweetheart? It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You cross your arms and raise your brow at him. “And just what makes you think I even want to suck your cock?”

He smirks and presses his body up against you and backs you up against the wall. His erection is now pressed against your stomach. You can feel his precum leaking through your shirt.

He puts his hands on either side of your head and leans in to whisper in your ear. “Because you want me to fuck that sweet pussy don’t you? You’d do anything for me to fill you up. Make you come so hard around my cock that you can’t even remember your own name. And because I can smell your arousal, baby girl. I know you want to. Now why don’t you be my good girl and get on your knees and open that pretty little mouth for me?”

As much as you hate to admit when he’s right, you know he is. Without any hesitation you lower yourself on your knees and open your mouth.

He groans as you look up at him. He strokes your cheek and grabs the base of his cock. “So fucking pretty on your knees for me.” He brings the tip to your mouth and smears his precum around your lips. Then he proceeds to push the head inside. You place your hands on his thighs for leverage and start sucking his tip and making sure your tongue is licking over the slit. He moves one hand to the back of your head and grabs your hair. He places his other hand against the wall.

You remove your mouth from his cock and lean back and take some deep breaths. He looks down at you. “Getting ready to take me in that throat, dirty girl?”

You nod your head and once again lean forward. This time you take him all the way down until his pubic hair is tickling your nose. You hollow your cheeks and suck as hard as you can while running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick. You start counting to 10 in your head.

“God damn, look at you. My little cockslut swallowing me whole. I’ve taught you so well.” He moves the hand that’s on your cheek down to your throat. “Fuck baby, I can feel myself in there.”

You get to 10 and pull off of him.You take a deep breath and wipe the tears that have fallen down your face away.

He tilts your chin up. “You are doing so good baby. So good for me. Can you swallow me one more time? Then I’ll fuck that tight, little cunt.”

You moan at his words. “Yes, Captain. I’ll be a good girl and swallow your cock again.”

You lean forward and take him in your mouth all the way down again. You begin to suck and work your tongue. Steve is grunting and cursing above you. You don’t even make it to 7 when he’s pulling your off of him and raising you to your feet.

He pushes you against the wall and crashes his lips onto yours. He hastily unbuckles your belt and pushes your jeans and panties down in one go. You quickly kick them and your sandals off to the side.

Steve moves his mouth down to your neck and starts sucking on the spot that drives you insane. He takes his right hand and movies it in between your legs to your heated core. He’s instantly met with wetness. He growls against your neck and proceeds to push 2 fingers inside you until he’s knuckle deep.

You grab onto his shoulders for support and whimper out his name. He takes his left hand and starts pinching your nipple through your shirt and bra.

You start grinding against his hand. You move your fingers up into his hair and tug. “Stevie, please. Need you.” You’re able to moan out.

He smirks against your neck and removes his fingers. He brings them up to your lips. You waste no time and suck them into your mouth, enjoying the taste of your arousal on them.

He releases his fingers and grabs your thighs and hoists you up until your legs are wrapped around his waist. “Are you ready, baby girl? I don’t think this will take very long. You got me too worked up with your pretty, little mouth.”

You quickly nod and once again tangle your fingers in his hair. “I don’t care. Just please fuck me, Captain.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. “Guide me in, sweetheart.”

You move one hand in between you and grab a hold of his cock and move it towards your entrance. You ruin the head along your opening a few times, getting it nice and coated in your slick. As soon as you remove your hand, Steve snaps his hips forward and fills you with one thrust.

You scream out into the otherwise empty elevator. Grabbing onto Steve’s shoulders, nails digging in. “That’s right baby. You like the way my cock fills you up? Like feeling me that deep?”

You can only nod in response. He gives you a few more seconds to adjust before he starts thrusting at a brutal pace. You can only hang on and enjoy the ride.

“So fucking tight. God damn I love this cunt. Like it was made just for me. Isn’t that right, baby? Your cunt was made for my big, fat cock wasn’t it?”

You whimper out what you think is a yes. You’re not entirely sure. With every thrust his tip kisses your cervix in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. You already know your orgasm is going to be intense. You can feel it building.

“Fuck baby, I can feel you squeezing me. Gonna be a good girl and come for me? Come all over my dick?”

“Harder, please Stevie.” You are able to moan out while tugging his hair hard enough to make him growl. He obliges and starts slamming into you harder. His hands on your thighs tighten even more. His lips attach to your neck. You know there’s going to be bruises and hickeys tomorrow. You could care less.

All you cared about right now is being here in this moment with your Steve. Even though he was fucking you stupid in an elevator, you couldn’t help but think how much you cared about him. You were so in love with him it stole your breath away.

He moves his lips up to your ear and bites your earlobe. “Come on, baby girl. Come for me. Need you to milk me. I know you can do it. I know you’re close. I can feel you. Come for me, pretty girl.”

That was all you needed. You came with some kind of mix of a scream and a moan. You’re not even entirely sure what you said. You just know you have tears running down your face from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

Steve stops thrusting and still inside of you. It takes you a minute to realize he’s no longer moving. You look up confused. At the same time you both say,

“Did you come?”

“What did you just say?”

You look at him with what you can only assume is a confused expression. “I didn’t say anything...did I?” You try to bring up any recollection of the thoughts that were going through your head the moment you reached your high. You couldn’t come up with anything.

Steve helps you out. “You said, ‘I love you’.”

You chuckle for a minute and then your eyes go wide as you stare into his beautiful, ocean eyes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

You guys hadn’t said that to each other yet and here you are screaming it out mid orgasm inside of an elevator.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I was in the throes of passion. I didn’t even realize I said it.” You cup his face.

You can swear you see disappointment flash in his eyes.

“Oh. So, you didn’t mean it.” His gaze falls onto the wall behind you.

You grab his cheeks with more force and move his head so he’s looking at you again. “I didn’t say that.”

The corners of his lips raise slightly. He looks so adorable and vulnerable right now. Like the man before the serum. “Really? You love me?”

You beam at him and lean in for a passionate kiss. Hoping to show just how much you love him through it. “Of course I do, you big meatball.”

He laughs and rests his forehead on yours. “I love you, too. So much. Tell me again.”

You smile, happy to oblige. “I love you, Stevie.” You feel his cock twitch inside you. He groans and starts thrusting again. He moves his head into the crook of your neck.

You hear him mutter into your neck. “Again.”

“I love you, Steve.” You tangle your hands in his hair as his thrusts return to their brutal pace from before. You can feel his cock twitching even more. You know he’s close.

You move your mouth to his ear. “Come for me, baby. I love you. I love you so much, Steve.”

You hear your name in the form of a moan falling from his mouth as he pushes himself all the way in and releases inside of you.

You both just stay like that for a moment. Clinging to each other. Coming down from your highs. Both from your orgasms and from your confessions.

After a few minutes, Steve raises his head up and pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You smile so big, you think all of your teeth are showing. “I love you too, Steve.”

He was about to say something else when he’s cut off from a voice from above.

“Look, as much as I’d hate to break up this beautiful moment, I have something to say….Are you guys fucking kidding me?? The elevator? You know that’s the elevator I take everyday! You fucking did this on purpose!”

You and Steve burst into laughter at Tony’s anger.

“Oh yeah you’re laughing it up now! You won’t be when I make you take the stairs for a month for this little tryst! Your elevator privileges are hereby suspended!”

Steve smirks at you mischievously. “Ooh, we haven’t done it in the stairwells yet!”

“God dammit” you both hear from the speaker.

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