#angst october

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Tuna-Tober Day One - Spencer Reid

pairing: Spencer Reid x wife!pregnant!reader

prompt: falling asleep in a hospital room

word count: 2,034

content: hospital setting - mentions of IV lines, ventilators, lacerations, stitches, and broken bones; mention of motor vehicle accident

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dividers by: @tunatober

The music playing from your phone stopped abruptly as an incoming call from an unknown number began ringing you. Sliding the bar over to answer, you placed the phone between your shoulder and ear as you continued chopping vegetables. “Hello?”

You were greeted by your name being quietly spoken by a familiar voice, who added, “It��s Emily. I’m calling to tell you that something happened with Spencer. He’s in the hospital right now and-”

The sharp knife in your hand nearly slipped as her words rang in your ears. You placed the knife down on the cutting board and tried to take a calming breath before asking, “What happened?” You were hoping that your husband would be done with the case in enough time to make it home for dinner, but now, clearly that wouldn’t be happening. 

“He’s in the operating room right now and then they’re taking him to the ICU. The car he was in got hit by the unsub,” Emily informed you quietly, keeping her tone neutral for your sake. She took a deep breath before telling you, “He flipped a few times and they needed to use the jaws of life to get him out. That’s all I know for now. I’ll keep you updated on when-”

“What hospital is he in?” Emily said your name exasperatedly before you asked in a firmer tone, “What hospital is he in?” She sighed before telling you the name of the hospital, but not before once again attempting to keep you at home in order to keep your stress levels down. 

When you hung up the call, you leaned heavily onto the counter as tears began to fall from your eyes and emotion threatened to close your throat. Shallow breaths were all you could manage as your mind flitted through the worst case scenarios of the outcome of this hospital visit… It took a few minutes, but you finally gathered yourself enough to safely make the trip to the hospital Emily said Spencer had been taken to. 

Your worry had started to ramp up again as you quickly made your way into the hospital and navigated to the entrance of the ICU where you hit the button to speak with the nurses at the station. Your hands fidgeted with the strap of your purse as you waited, and you jumped when the voice finally crackled though, asking, “How may I help you?”

“I-I’m here to see Spencer Reid. He was in a car accident? I was told he would be here after he got out of surgery.”

There was a long pause before the woman on the other side said, “He already has more than the max number of guests at the bedside, you can-”

“I’m his wife! Please!” you pleaded in desperation, your voice breaking with renewed emotion at the thought of being denied access to see him. 

Another long pause filled the air before you heard the locks on the doors give way and open to give you access into the ICU. As you wandered past the nurses’ station, you heard the same voice from before call out, “Mrs. Reid?” When you turned your attention toward her, she told you, “He’s in bed 18, right this way.”

On the way to the hospital, you imagined many different reasons for Spencer to end up in the ICU after a car accident, but the one you didn’t imagine was him being on a ventilator, having a machine breathe for him. There were tubes and IV lines everywhere and the sight of Spencer’s battered body made your knees give out under you. “Woah!” the nurse walking you yelped as she grabbed you under the arm to try and keep you from falling to the ground. 

Your name was called before another set of hands was under your other arm and their owner helped you stand. “I’ve got her,” said Luke as he wrapped an arm around you to keep you steady. “JJ, get her a chair.”

JJ turned toward the two of you and nodded, grabbing a rolling chair from nearby and pushing it behind you so you could sit. Without anyone even saying anything, the small crowd of BAU agents parted as Luke rolled you up to the bedside so you could be beside Spencer. “What happened?” you whispered as you grasped Spencer’s hand in your own and held on tightly. 

Right as you asked this, a doctor walked into the small room and said, “During the crash, his airway became compromised and a lung collapsed. He also sustained a few broken bones. Fractured left tibia and fibula as well as a dislocated left shoulder. There was a large laceration across his abdomen that we stitched up in the OR. He’s lucky to be alive. We’re going to keep a close eye on his case and hope that he can come out on the other side of this with minimal long term complications.”  

“Oh my God…” you whispered, practically collapsing against the railing of the bed as a fresh bath of tears cascaded from your eyes. 

“He’s gonna pull through, he’s strong,” Emily said as she put a comforting hand on your shoulder. She cleared her throat before telling the team, “Let’s give them some space, everyone.”

A kiss was placed on your temple by David before he wrapped you in a hug, telling you, “Call if you need anything, okay? We’ll be nearby.”

When they were gone and you were alone with Spencer, you sat and held his hand for a few minutes, only the beeping of machines and your quiet sobs breaking the silence. When you felt like you ran out of tears, you lowered the railing on the bed and raised the chair you were sitting in. Scooting closer to the bed, you took Spencer’s hand and placed it on your swollen belly, holding his hand there as you whispered, “I really need you to pull through this, Spence. You need to be here when our little girl gets here. I can’t do this without you…”

The stress of the situation combined with the hour drive to get to the hospital had you nodding off in the chair soon enough. By the time visiting hours were over, the nurse came into the room to inform you, but just couldn’t bring herself to wake you. She made her way to the blanket warmer and got a blanket to drape over you before ordering a cot to be brought to the room for when you stirred from your sleep at some point. 

The next morning you startled awake when you heard a pair of voices in the room. Blinking hard, you adjusted your eyes to your surroundings and saw Tara and Penelope in the room, both fussing over gifts they brought. Tara held a handful of balloons in her hand as well as a stuffed bear, and in Penelope’s there was a vase of flowers and another stuffed animal stuffed under her arm that you couldn’t tell what it was…

“Good morning,” came Tara’s voice as she made her way over to you, picking up a cup from the table and bringing it over to you. “Hot chocolate. Extra chocolate, and whipped cream on top.”

“Thank you,” you whispered as you took the warm drink and held it in your hands. Spencer must’ve told them your order at some point… The thought brought tears to your eyes. 

The tears fell when Penelope shuffled over and wrapped you in a hug as she whispered, “This sucks so much…”

“Yeah…” you whispered, your voice scratchy and breaking as you spoke. 

When she pulled away, she pushed the mysterious stuffed animal into your hands. Looking down, you realized it was a capybara. Penelope cleared her throat before saying, “Spencer says that you remind him of a capybara with how kind you are and how you take in and take care of anyone who needs it.”

“Damnit, Penny!” you whispered, your voice pitched up as you took the stuffed animal into your arms and held onto it like a lifeline. 

“I’m sorry! I just saw it in the gift shop and couldn’t help it!” she said, frantically reaching into her purse for a tissue to give to you. 

Tara had to take off before Penelope so she could work the case, but Penelope stayed for a bit after to keep you company until she was needed. Her positive attitude and words attempted to keep your mind off the horrible reality that you found yourself in. 

You spent the day at Spencer’s bedside and only left when you realized how tired and sore you were from sleeping in the chair and then the uncomfortable cot. Penelope offered her guest room to you, and surprised you with your pregnancy pillow on the bed after a hot meal of pizza and warm mug of hot chocolate to end the night. 

Every night for the next week you stayed at Penelope’s place after visiting Spencer in the hospital. She worked from home as much as she could so that you weren’t alone, and by the end of the week, the unsub was brought to justice, not only for his crimes against the people he killed, but also for what he did to Spencer. Penelope joined you as you made your way to the hospital to tell Spencer that the team had caught the guy. The nurses had been telling you that even under sedation, some people can hear and remember what was happening around them, and you were sure that would be the case for Spencer. 

Penelope was armed with yet another get well soon card, and you had a bag of Spencer’s favorite coffee in hand as an incentive for him to wake up soon. When you neared room 18, you saw a large team of medical workers walking away and your heart instantly kicked up, pounding in your ears as you made your way over to the room which had the curtain drawn. As you pulled back the curtain, you were met with a sight that brought tears to your eyes. Spencer was off of the ventilator! “Oh my God, Spence!” you whispered, your hand covering your mouth as you dropped the coffee and rushed over to his bedside. 

“Hey,” Spencer said, his voice hoarse from lack of use over the last week. 

“Oh my God! Oh my God! You’re awake!” Penelope said hurriedly. She rushed over and kissed the top of Spencer’s head before saying, “I’ll give you two some time together and go tell the team! I love you two, and I’ll be back soon!”

“Love you too, Penny,” you replied before turning your attention back to Spencer. 

“Thank you,” you whispered as you gently nuzzled yourself into the crook of Spencer’s neck. 

“For what?” he asked as he wrapped his right arm around you. 

“For coming back to us,” you told him, pulling away and guiding his hand to your bump. 

“I’ll always come back to you,” he said, a fond smile on his face as he gazed at your growing belly and then up to your face. “You know…” he started, his voice wobbly with emotion. “When the car was hit, all I could think about while it was flipping was you and our little girl. How I couldn’t leave the two of you here alone. So before everything went black, I told myself that I needed to fight to get better. I knew that if the worst did happen, the team would support you through it all, but… I’m so happy it didn’t have to come to that. I love you both. So much.”

“I love you too, Spence,” you whispered before leaning over to give him a gentle kiss. “Once you get out, no more hospital stays ‘til she’s here, got it?”

Spencer chuckled before nodding and telling you, “Got it.”

And he kept that promise. After he was released, the next time the two of you fell asleep in a hospital room was after the birth of your baby girl and you were so grateful for the better circumstances for the stay.

and that is Tuna-Tober Day One done! enjoy!

ps: how freaking cute is Spence in that gif?? i love him!

likes and comments are always appreciated! xo, brooke <3

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Your friend|Reader|Matt|Chris

-Can you buy us some? I'll roll it. -My friend says, walking to my bathroom to do her skin care.

-Yeah, I'll text him.

I pick up my phone, click on Chris's contact, and send him a text. The first time ever I talked to him was at a party, I wanted to flirt with him, but he thought I was a customer. I wasn't mad, though, I bought it and kept buying shit from him and I forgot my first intentions as the days went on.

He's discreet with this, making sure to keep the word only in a certain area, selling only to a few people, not letting it spread. He only sold me that day because my friend bought it from him and he knew we were close before I even knew him.

He only sells in person at parties, so when it's not a party place he goes to people's houses. Thats why he has a reputation for being a womanizer, since he's always knocking on doors. He doesn't fuck them, he only delivers, but of course, it's better for him to be seen as a fuckboy than a drug dealer.

He wasn't answering my text, so I focused on getting ready. He's always at parties so he'd be there.

🍂

-I'll find a bathroom, can you text him again and see where he's at? I need to get high tonight. -My friend asks, a few minutes after we got to the party.

I nod, leaning against a wall and texting Chris again.

"I'm in the backyard, pretty"

I smile, looking around and walking through the crowd, finding him by the kitchen. I furrow my eyebrows, thinking about the text he just sent me saying he was somewhere else, but I ignore it.

-Hey, I want two this time. -I say, searching for my wallet in my purse.

-Uh, sorry, I think you're mistaking me for someone else.

I laugh, lifting my head and studying his expressions. The dark place and colorful lights made it hard to see his face properly, but all the features were the same, there was no way this wasn't Chris.

-No, Chris, I'm pretty sure you're the one I'm looking for, I just texted you, weirdo.

I roll my eyes, thinking he was just messing around, but when the guy in front of me keeps a confused expression I start to doubt myself.

-Sorry, I'm not Chris.

He shakes his head, leaning against the wall next to him and taking a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning me up and down.

-Are you saying this just so you don't have to sell me tonight? -I tilt my head to the side, extremely confused, but still thinking it was a joke.

-Sell you what? -He asks, even his voice was similar, there was no way.

-Chris, be for real, I just want a couple joints, it's not a big deal. -I sigh, rolling my eyes.

His expressions changed and just by the angry sight in his eyes, I wondered if that was truly Chris.

-Joints? -He asks, almost in a sarcastic manner, like he wanted to be sure.

-Am I missing something? -I ask, confused.

He scoffs, shaking his head and gripping my wrist.

-You're coming with me.

He starts dragging me with him to the backyard, his grip firm but not enough to leave bruises.

-Wow, didn't even buy me dinner first. -I joke, letting him guide me.

He ignores my comment, my confusion growing when I see what I thought I was talking to all along.

-There's two of you? -I ask, surprised.

Chris' eyes widen when he sees me and the guy next to me, who looks exactly like him. Did I use anything without knowing before pulling up to the party? I don't even feel sober.

-Oh, fuck. -Chris whispers, his tone full of... regret? I couldn't quite point it out.

I looked between both of them, my head tilting to the side as I tried to understand what was going on. Chris stayed silent, separating himself from his group of friends while his clone kept me close with a furious face.

-Okay, look, I can explain... -Chris breaks the silence, but the other one interrupts him.

-You will. Follow me. -He looks down at me. -You too.

I just furrow my eyebrows, shrugging and following them. I could get lost, but how funny it is to know my drug dealer is in trouble and is about to hear some words from himself? Yeah, that's kinda funny.

The clone opens a door to an empty room in a large hallway and we all get in, the door being locked behind him. I take a seat in the middle of the bed, letting my body lean down so I am looking around propped up by my elbows.

-You're selling drugs? -The clone asks, almost yelling in anger.

They were both standing by the end of the bed, giving me a private show.

-Not drugs, just weed. -Chris sighs, crossing his arms.

-What the fuck do you think weed is? Do I have to remind you how fucked all of us are if anyone finds out?

-All of us? -I ask, in a low voice, looking between them.

-I just sell it to people I know, it's fine.

-You need to get it somewhere if you're buying, that shit is dangerous, Chris! People talk, and you can't trust everyone, especially not every girl you fuck around town, it's already bad that people think you're fucking any girl you look at.

-I'm not fucking anyone, I'm just selling my shit, Matt.

Matt. Twins, probably, that makes a lot of sense.

I kicked my shoes off, leaning against the headboard and bending my knees, hugging them and getting comfortable as I followed the argument going on.

-That's the thing: you shouldn't even be selling anything!

I notice a joint almost falling from Chris's jeans, my attention turning to the drug that I was supposed to buy. Since they're too caught up in the moment, maybe he won't even notice if I catch it.

-Matt, fuck off! This is none of your business.

I move to the end of the bed slowly.

-I'm your brother! We work together, Nick too, you can't tell me this is none of my business when literally a girl asked me for drugs! They know your name, dumbass.

Matt rolls his eyes, annoyed, his face red with anger and pupils dilated. When I was about to grab it, Chris looked down at me.

-She's my friend, it's not a big deal that she knows my name. -He crosses his arms. -Hi by the way. -He smiles at me like he wasn't in a bad argument with his brother.

-Hey. -I giggle, faking a quick hug to grab the joint.

When I successfully have it in my hand, I go back to my place by the headboard.

-You can't be serious. -Matt shakes his head, disbelief all over his face.

-What? She's right here, I can't just ignore her presence, it's rude. -Chris says, with a smirk that if I was in Matt's place I'd be pissed.

I take the opportunity to light up the joint, taking a long hit and letting the smoke out.

-Right, so you're fucking her.

I giggle, taking one more hit.

-I wish. -I say, getting their attention.

Chris furrows his eyebrows, tapping his pockets and noticing I was smoking his joint, his smirk coming back when he realizes what I said and the joint being forgotten as his eyes scanned me differently. It seemed he was thinking about doing more than just selling me stuff for the first time like the option wasn't there before.

Matt, different than Chris, had an expression I couldn't read. His jaw was clenched and he still looked pissed, but I didn't feel the anger, he wasn't mad at me after all and he made sure not to make it seem that way.

-When did you get it? -Chris asks, amused.

-You were busy. -I shrug, taking another hit and smiling at him.

The look Chris gave me made me bite my lips not to make it obvious I liked it. There's an obvious reason why I tried to hit on him the first time I saw him, he's so hot. So is his brother.

-Stop looking at her like you're gonna fuck her, dude, she just stole your shit!

Matt sighs, annoyed, running a hand through his hair.

-I'm not! And she's not stealing, I don't mind giving her a free gift. -He sits down on a desk chair, manspreading and crossing his arms, his eyes never leaving me.

-Unbelievable. -Matt scoffs.

I wanted so bad to laugh, but it wouldn't be nice to do it right now. I finish the joint, already feeling the effects of it.

-You wanna fuck her? -Matt asks, looking directly at Chris.

They looked at each other for a while and I wondered what they were thinking, the smile on my lips doing nothing to hide how excited I was with the change of mood in the room.

-I mean... -Chris tilts his head, giving his brother a look that even I could decipher.

-Come here. -Matt taps at the end of the bed, in front of him, looking at me.

-Matt, what are you doing? -Chris asks behind him, confused.

I do as Matt says, licking my lips and looking up at him, my eyes giving away how needy I already was. The weed in my body wasn't helping at all to be discreet.

Matt looks back at Chris, one hand pointing at his brother as the other touches my arm.

-You wanna do stupid shit and act like it's nothing? Then fine, do whatever you want.

Matt rubbed his fingertips up and down my arm, making me bite my lips and patiently wait for whatever was going to happen.

Although I was enjoying it way too much, Chris didn't seem to like it at all.

-But you need to learn that your actions affect people around you too, so what about I give you a lesson?

Matt's tone is sarcastic, but still full of anger, his eyes finding mine again.

-You can't be serious, you're not doing what I think you're doing, you're–

Chris stands up, but his brother immediately uses his free arm to push him back to sit down on the chair.

-Stand up again and I'll break your arm. If you do anything to stop this, you're done, you hear me?

The way Matt says sends shivers down my spine, and he wasn't even talking to me.

Chris apparently knows better than to fight his brother and his annoyed expression came back. There's a silent moment between us, both brothers still mad at each other.

Matt's hand moved to my cheek, caressing it with a delicacy that didn't match how mad he was.

-Is this okay? -He asks, with a soft tone I haven't heard until now.

I nod, smiling at him and letting him take the lead. He wastes no time to press his lips against mine, his hand finding the back of my head and keeping me close.

I almost laugh when I hear Chris's annoyed murmurs, but the way Matt pushes me to lay down again and crawls on top of me makes me gasp in surprise.

He's quick to lift my shirt, attacking my breasts that weren't covered by anything, awesome day to decide to not wear a bra. His tongue swirls around my nipples, biting and sucking it lightly, eliciting a moan from my lips.

-Matt, c'mon dude, I'm right here. -Chris wines in annoyance.

Matt doesn't say anything back, too focused on exploring my body with his mouth. One of his hands slide under my shorts, rubbing circles on my clit and feeling the wet pool on my panties. He smirks at me, keeping eye contact as he moves down, slipping my shorts down my ankles.

-You can't be serious. -Chris whispers.

Although he sounded mad, he didn't take his eyes off me and didn't even try to stand up from the chair. Chris' legs were spread and he kept his arms crossed, the sight of him turning me on even more.

Matt trails kisses on my thighs, spreading them open and sliding the last piece of clothes from my body down my legs. He purposely throws my underwear at Chris, licking his lips when he looks at me.

-So fucking wet. -He mumbles, almost hypnotized.

I prop myself on my elbows to have a better look at him, biting my lips to suppress a loud moan when his tongue comes in contact with my folds. I grip his hair with one hand, pulling him closer and sighing in pleasure. I wasn't sure if he was that good, if I was too needy, or if it was the weed, but god he felt amazing.

The way his tongue traced shapes on my clit, his concentrated look, and the way he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was made me even wetter than I thought it was possible.

The moans leaving my lips got louder as he combined his fingers with his tongue, shoving two of them into me and thrusting at a fast pace that was driving me crazy.

-Fuck, don't stop. -I plead.

My eyes were almost closing in pleasure when they met Chris's, his hand over the obvious bulge in his pants gave me the sight I waited too long to see, my orgasm hitting me like a train.

-Alright, you win, I'll stop selling shit, that's enough. -Chris tries to stop Matt.

-I'm not done, kid, you fucked up big time.

Matt pushes his brother back to the chair, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He taps my legs, indicating for me to turn around, my head now almost falling from the end of the bed.

I watch as Matt unbutton his jeans, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to free his dick. My legs immediately spread open again when I see it, his cock veiny and red, perfect shape, perfect size.

Matt leans down to capture my lips on another kiss, stroking his dick and rubbing it on my folds, collecting the wetness before thrusting all of him at once. I moan against his lips, taken by surprise with the burning sensation that came with it.

-So fucking good. -He whispers in my ear, giving me no time to get used to it before finding a pace.

Matt lowers his head to kiss my neck, fucking me fast and deep, making me cry out in pleasure.

Chris wanted so bad to pretend he didn't like to see me like this, rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw. But his eyes were in mine, and my expressions made him so hard that he was having a hard time palming himself discreetly.

-Look at her, so fucked out already, so pretty. You do have good taste, bro, I can't lie.

Matt used one hand to squeeze my face, tilting it down so it was hanging from the bed, making me look at Chris upside down.

The way Chris shifts in his seat gives me a quick glance at his bulge, my walls clenching around Matt's dick. I was so close again, so sensitive, his tip hitting the right spongy spot that made me squirm under him.

-I know you want it sweetheart, cum for me while you let him know how pathetic he looks. Let him know what you want.

Matt moves even faster, lifting my leg so he could go deeper. The moan I let go was pornographic, one hand squeezing Matt's arm as I come undone on his cock, my eyes rolling back and shutting with how strong it was.

Matt kept going until he painted my walls white, groaning and riding our orgasms. He pulls out and puts his pants back on, helping me sit down.

Another moment of silence happens while I clean up and put my clothes back on, the angry looks coming back between them. Matt hands me my purse, kissing my cheek gently and fixing my hair with his hand.

-Can you give us a moment, sweetheart? You did so good, I just need to talk to him in private, alright? -Matt caresses my cheeks, smiling at me.

I smile back, nodding, and taking deep breaths. I looked at Chris before leaving, his eyes following me until I was gone, but not saying a word.

I close the door behind me, rubbing my face and looking around, walking with no direction.

-Where the fuck were you? -My friend asks when I find her.

Oh, she has no idea.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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[bsof-maarav]

...בסוף מערב

Sometimes it feels like the west is made entirely of edge.

A non-Jewish woman told me that she was getting into lighting candles for Shabbat lately. I was afraid to say anything except, "Oh." Then she enthusiastically volunteered that it's because she's been getting very involved in "doing stuff against Israel," and that made her want to do "Jewish things."

The ghoulishness of it made me feel incoherent. This exchange happened awhile ago and it still feels like an existential asthma attack whenever it comes to mind, which is more often than I would like.

There is the unvarnished hate that nakedly says it wants you dead so that you're out of the way--that kind of hate says you have no value. And then there is this hate which says it values "you"--which means it wants to loot everything from you, everything, no matter how intimate, no matter how much it is something you can't take by force without killing it--it wants every part of you, wants to eat and wear it all. To eat you. To wear you. To make something "better" out of you, something more digestible, more to their liking.

I once read a memoir by a Jewish woman who accompanied her mother back to the German town where the mother had grown up. It was her mother's first time being back in that place since the Shoah. She was one of the only surviving members of her family, because they were able to send her away. Her daughter wrote about how this man from the town--a man who had appointed himself their "champion" and tour guide--showed them his "museum" that turned out to be full of objects looted from Jewish homes. Her mother noticed a kitchen implement, maybe a butter churn, some ordinary object that had belonged to her family, that she had once used. This man took it for his "museum" and showed it to them proudly.

[cass1dyyy]

bloody and bruised

contains: angst (not between the reader and mattheo), mostly fluff

summary: your boyfriend mattheo ends up in a fight, and you help him clean up afterwards.

warnings: injury, injury detail, swearing, reader playfully hits mattheo, mentions of blood, a nose breaking, fighting, beating up mattheo

you rush around the corner, and you scan the scene infront of you. mattheo is on the floor, on top of a hufflepuff boy who’s face is bruised badly. a crowd gathers round the violent scene, blocking your view.

suddenly, you hear a sickening crunch. the students crowded around gasp, backing away and exclaiming in disgust. some even shudder. you gasp, running forward and see the hufflepuff huddling back against the wall, his nose clearly broken and blood pouring from it, trickling down his face and off his chin, onto the marble floor.

just as you’re about go grab mattheo’s arm and pull him away, you’re launched back with the crowd, and flung onto your ass on the cold, hard floor. a large, transparent, blue circle enveloped your boyfriend and the unlucky hufflepuff’s three other friends.

the injured boy had been hustled off to madam pomfrey, leaving mattheo in the hands of these furious-looking guys. mattheo’s grave expression didnt falter though, as one threw a punch to his stomach, as he doubled over, clutching the place he’d been hit, as you watched helplessly.

then, a few punches to his face, mostly the nose, and some more to his stomach and eye. you scream out for the guys to stop, but they just smirk at you, and deliver the punches harder, as mattheo winces and groans in pain.

you start racking your brains for a complicated spell, which would break the force-field. you knew it, but couldnt think of it off of the top of your head. you were smart, but panic was set like cement in you, and your mind went blank. two boys appeared next to you, draco malfoy and theodore nott, mattheo’s closest friends. their expressions turned cold and angry.

suddenly, the spell clicked in your brain like assembling a puzzle. you figured it was because of the distraction where you noticed draco and theo, but there wasn’t time to focus on that now. you thanked them in your head and raised your wand, screaming the incantation.

A/N: i wanted to put a proper spell here, and i researched, and thought i found one but turns out it wasnt quite the right one so just imagine the spell or make one of your own!

the force field shattered, large shards of the forcefield floating down and fading once they hit the floor. theo and draco immediately pull out their wands, shouting

“petrificus totalus!”

the hufflepuffs froze like statues, as mattheo slumped against the wall, his face bloody and bruised. you rush over to him, helping him up and dragging him to the nearest empty classroom, which wasnt too far. you sit him on the teacher’s desk, while he pants and groans heavily.

“i’ll be right back, okay? stay here.” you say, rushing out of the door and into the caretaker’ filch’s cleaning closet. there were multiple of these around the school, due to the vast size of hogwarts.

you stepped in, quickly shutting the door behind you and rummaging through the shelves in the small space. the top shelf usually has the medkits and bandages and stuff, and sure enough, you found multiple medkits, bandages, plasters, anything you could ever need!

you grab plasters, disinfectant, wound spray, rubbing alcohol, and a medkit. you probably didnt need all of it, but it was just incase. you hurried out of the supply closet, paranoid that filch would turn up out of the blue, like he usually does.

you walk back to the classroom. mattheo was still in the same spot, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead. his nose was blue and bruised, blood trailing down from his nostrils.

you sigh, sitting down next to him, as you wipe the blood off of his nose and chin. then you rub disinfectant to the nose wounds.

then, you wipe away the dried blood from around his right eye, and also disinfect that.

“unbutton your shirt.” you say.

he smirks, looking at you and wiggling his eyebrows.

“not in that way you perv!” you exclaim, hitting him on his arm and giggling.

he chuckles, unbuttoning his white school shirt, as you examine the brown and blue bruises on his stomach. you frown, kissing mattheo on the cheek comfortingly. you show him a soft, but sad smile.

“there’s no blood or anything i need to tend to, but you’re definitely going to need ice.” you state, looking at him.

“okay.”

“why’d you even beat him up anyway? this could’ve been avoided.” you sigh.

“he was chatting shit about you, and my family. he’s the biggest dick known to mankind.” he murmurs, his tone laced with anger.

you place a hand on his arm, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“thanks for breaking his nose.” you say, breaking into a grin as he chuckles.

he kisses you, for longer this time, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. you break apart and he hugs you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, as he exhales.

“cmon, let’s go get ice from madam pomfrey.” you say, kissing his forehead and grasping his hand.

A/N: yes i know that the hufflepuff would be with madam pomfrey and definitely snitched on mattheo, but i feel like mattheo doesnt care and also doesn’t care about getting in trouble.. im trying to be more active and frequently posting 😊

next im going to post my masterlist and introduction x

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

🎃⁀➷ 31 days, 31 tropes for Whumptober *ੈ✩‧₊˚🕷���🍂

1. hypothermia

2. bleeding out / exsanguination

3. intubation

4. field amputation

5. strangulation

6. gunshot wounds

7. hallucinations / delirium

8. bruises

9. broken bones

10. induced coma

11. drown / hypoxemia

12. blood seeping through bandages

13. panic attack

14. hidden injuries

15. vomiting

16. hyperventilation

17. severe burns

18. character going into shock

19. heatstroke

20. allergic reactions

21. psychological trauma

22. stab wounds

23. asystole

24. infection / character’s blood or wounds become septic

25. character getting poisoned

26. amnesia

27. force feeding

28. night terror

29. surgery / vivisection / autopsy

30. electrocution / shock therapy

31. character haunted by ghosts of a.) their victims whom they’ve killed, b.) people they failed to save, c.) their loved ones, d.) their enemies — the choice is yours

TAP HERE FOR; 31 DAYS, 31 SPOOKY PROMPTS FOR WHUMPTOBER

[rianavi]

clothes on

kinktober day 1

kinktober masterlist

spencer reid x f!reader

content; smut, dry humping, sub!spencer, needy!spencer, car sex, pet names (baby, good boy, pretty boy), hair pulling, biting

summary; spencer has been hard all day so as you guys get to your shared apartment he cant wait any longer

the car ride home was silent, nothing could be heard besides the soft sound of the radio and spencer’s hard breathing.

you leaned against the window and sighed softly at the content feeling of your boyfriends presence.

he seemed off, and you couldn’t tell why.

when the car came to a stop your eyes fluttered open, expecting to be at home. which was why you were surprised to find yourself parked on the side of a backroad you knew no one ever came to unless they were hunting.

confused you looked over to spencer with raised brows. catching him with his head on the steering wheel and legs shaking.

immediately you thought he was crying which freaked you out.

“spencer? whats wrong?” you asked, resting your hand on his shoulder.

the touch made him flinch and you heard a small whine come from him.

a frown came over your face as you removed your hand, kind of offended as he usually finds your touch as comfort.

“spencer, what happened are you okay?” he doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily

“baby,”

that seems to set him off, he throws his head back and groans, eyes clenched shut and adams apple visible.

you see it now, the tent in his trousers, the sweaty hands, the clenched jaw. he was horny.

“oh, baby,” you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean across the center console.

your shirt catches and the edge, pulling it down just a little so he can see straight down it.

resting your hand on his thigh he looks down at you, noticing your cleavage right away.

he has to refrain himself from whimpering out loud, instead just freezing.

he can feel himself painfully hard, knowing that if he looked he’d be completely red.

you look up at him before taking his hand, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i didn’t want you to say no.” he stammered out, face growing red

you smile at him, “as if i could ever turn you down.”

climbing over the middle, you sit yourself on his lower thighs, reaching under the seat to move it back.

when there is enough room you sit down fully, reaching forward to grab his face.

you kiss him quickly, hungry, and rough. you can taste your own chapstick and feel his soft stubble against your palms.

your right hand leaves his face to drag down and rest it on his upper thigh, rubbing it softly. this causes him to twitch in his trousers and whimper into your mouth. “please,” he whispers breathily into your mouth.

you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip causing him to open it slightly.

quickly you place your teeth around it and start sucking, biting down softly.

he bucks his hips up and grips your hips, moaning loudly.

before you can pull out of his grip he harshly pulls you into himself, your now sitting fully on his lap, his hard on right under you.

you break the kiss, panting heavily and lips swollen.

looking up at him you see him with his eyes clenched and lips all red.

reaching across yourself you plant your hand directly on top of him. pressing down and squeezing softly.

he moans loudly head hitting the seat and back arching. you figure this is the only relief he’s had all day, which kind of makes you feel bad.

“my pretty boy, why didn’t you say anything? you’re so hard, how long has it been.”

“s-since we woke up.” he managed to get out, immediately worrying you

“baby, next time you tell me okay?”

“okay,”

“good boy,”

you start to rock against him, the friction pleasing yourself.

you sigh softly, needing him inside of you.

you reach down and begin to undue his pants, but your hand brushes against his tip and he can’t stop himself.

he grips your hips harshly rocking you quickly against his length. the friction being to much for him.

strings of moans and whimpers leave his lips as he chases his high.

noticing his pleasure you being to kiss down his jawline, making your way down his neck.

you suck softly leaving bruises everywhere you could, moaning into his skin when he rubs against your clit.

it takes a couple more minutes before he feels the tight coil in his stomach and he cant bring himself to move anymore, the pleasure being to much for him.

you notice this and begin rocking against him yourself, ignoring the way his nails sink into your skin or the way he tries to pull you to a stop.

you suckle on his skin once again, this time unbuttoning his shirt and reaching his chest.

his whines and incoherent mumbles grow louder though you can’t understand what he’s saying.

“do you want me to stop?” you ask, making sure he wants to continue

“yes! oh god! yes!” he moans loudly as his back arches.

you reach one of your hands up to his head, pulling softly and his hair.

he practically screams out of pleasure.

you scratch at his scalp pulling every once in a while. going back to biting him.

you can tell he’s close so you rub yourself on him as fast and hard as you can. biting the one spot behind his ear and pulling at his hair.

he cums in hot sticky ropes that immediately seep through his boxers and trousers, reaching your own.

the sounds of his whines and the feeling of him underneath you has you cumming right after him.

you wrap both hands around his neck, resting your head on his chest. panting heavily and legs shaking he kisses the top of your head and rests against it.

“i love you.”

[simp4eshal]

we fell in love in october

spencer reid x reader

just pure fluff bc i love him and i miss autumn so bad and i'm born in october

You always loved autumn. The crisp air, the vibrant hues of red and gold that painted the trees, the way the world seemed to slow down and breathe deeply. You were walking through the park, leaves crunching under your boots, the scent of bonfires and earth filling your senses. It was a perfect October evening, the kind that made you feel alive and nostalgic all at once.

You were heading to meet Spencer, your heart fluttering with excitement. You had met a year ago, in October, under similar circumstances. It had been a serendipitous encounter at a local bookstore, both reaching for the same well-worn copy of Emily Dickinson's poems. Your hands had touched, and the connection had been instant, electric.

As you approached the spot where you had first met, you saw Spencer standing there, his tall frame leaning casually against the bookstore's entrance, a thoughtful expression on his face. His dark curls were tousled by the breeze, and he wore a cozy sweater that made him look both intellectual and endearing. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the sight of him, your own personal autumn miracle.

"Spencer," you called, your voice filled with warmth.

He turned, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "You," he replied, pushing off the wall to meet you halfway. You embraced, the familiarity of his arms around you filling you with a sense of peace.

"I missed you," you said softly, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

"I missed you too," he replied, his gaze intense and sincere. "Every day."

You decided to take a walk through the park, your hands naturally finding each other’s. The evening sun cast a golden glow, making the world look like it was bathed in magic. You walked in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves and the distant laughter of children playing.

Spencer broke the silence first. "Do you remember this time last year?"

You smiled, your eyes twinkling with the memory. "How could I forget? We were both reaching for that book, and you insisted I take it."

"And you insisted we read it together," Spencer added, a chuckle in his voice.

"Best decision I ever made," you said, squeezing his hand.

You reached a clearing in the park where a small bench sat, overlooking a pond that mirrored the sky's colors. You sat down, close enough to feel each other's warmth in the cool air.

"You know," Spencer began, his voice thoughtful, "there's this song by girl in red called 'we fell in love in october.' It always reminds me of us."

You tilted your head, intrigued. "How so?"

"It talks about falling in love in October, about how the world feels right when you're with that special person, and how everything seems more vibrant, more alive. That's how I felt when I met you, and how I feel every time I'm with you."

Your heart swelled with emotion. "I love that," you said softly. "And I love you."

Spencer turned to you, his eyes full of warmth and love. "I love you too. You make every day feel like that perfect October day, full of color and life."

You sat in silence for a moment, letting the words settle between you, a promise and a truth. The sun was setting, casting a fiery glow over the landscape, making the world look like it was ablaze with beauty.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked quietly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"All the time," Spencer replied, his voice just as soft. "I think about us, about growing old together, about making new memories every October, and every month in between."

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. "I want that too," you whispered.

As the night fell and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you stayed on the bench, wrapped in each other's arms. The world around you grew darker, but your love only shone brighter, like a beacon in the night.

"We fell in love in October," Spencer murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "And I fall in love with you all over again, every single day."

You smiled, feeling a tear slip down your cheek, not from sadness but from the overwhelming joy and love you felt in that moment. "Always," you whispered back, your heart full.

In the stillness of the October night, under a canopy of stars, you and Spencer knew your love was timeless, a constant amidst the changing seasons. You held onto each other, ready to face whatever the future held, your hearts intertwined like the leaves on the autumn trees.

[tlmtwelve]

@pinahallowsevecloneparty Prompt: "I just want to forget you"

[cherryskyies]

A Fight with Bo

I can't believe it has been ten months since I have posted, but here I am! Hopefully it is decent, college has been eating me alive. Was supposed to be a one-shot, but it is too short, so it is hdcs. Plan to expand on it later and post another with the rest of the slashers. Warning: Foul language, reader is female, but it can be read as GN. Masterlist || Navigation || aO3

Your hand falls through your hair, pinky finger catching on a knot. The nervousness surrounding the situation makes you hesitant to speak. “I feel like I'm giving too much of myself to you, Bo,” the words flow out before you can stop them, but it is the truth. “My innocence, my morals… You’ve ruined me, Bo, you know that right?”  

The words sting as you say them, the realization that you will never live a normal life with the amount of blood staining your hands hits like a ton of bricks, but Bo does not bother to look up from the car in front of him, eyes inspecting a cracked coolant hose. “I didn’t ruin you darlin,’ you did that all on your own; I don’t need no credit.” he mocks, finally making eye-contact, “Can’t blame me for the lives you’ve taken.”  

You feel anger rise within you, the betrayal of his words sinking in. “Hard not to when you’re the one that made me do it. I never wanted to kill,” you pause, eyes searching his face for an ounce of empathy. “— even Lester knows this. Says a lot about the ‘love’ you have for me when you don’t even listen to me!” You spit, feeling as if Bo is the worst thing that has ever happened to you. “I hate you,” and you swear you have never been more honest. 

Bo slams his fist against the side of the car before angrily pointing a finger in your face, spit flying with every word he says, “Then leave,” he seethes, face contorted in anger. “Leave and never come back to this fucking town!” and he swears he has never told a bigger lie; he does not want you to leave, but his anger is its own animal, and it consumes him whole. “Never want to see your ungrateful ass again,” he adds, much quieter as the weight of the situation settles on his shoulders. 

You pause at his outburst; all your fights were never this bad. If your mother had raised you any weaker, you would have begged for forgiveness right then and there, but neither of you dared to back down. “I don’t know how or why all of this love turned to anger, but I do know that you are a nasty man, Bo.” 

You will leave, he will not follow. Bo will be damned if he is going to chase you and beg you to stay — even though he really wants to.

He simply cannot help it. Bo is not the kind of man that can apologize, at least not right away. Guilt will follow him, but he will convince himself he was in the right.

In the end, life will go on and your picture will remain on his night stand. You will never see each other again.

[mmpookie]

hmm arcana twilight inktober day 11: Stars

" Constellations are drawn to a strong sense of longing, and sorcerers pay for their desires by following their code "

SORRY IS THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION NOT SUPER EERIE OR WHAT

[starflungwaddledee]

So, how did J and starstruck dee actually meet?

jalastruck au (J, JAU!Galacta, and starstruck) and its girlies-centric subset jstruck au is an enormous, sprawling, oc x oc AU. it spans at least several decades of in-universe time, a dozen or so arcs, and has multiple endings. there's also a bunch of endings we haven't even fully figured out or finalised yet.

you'd think, therefore, that the set up for this AU would be equally complex and cool and important! but actually... not really.

when MoonVerc3X and i started in on it, we were a bit less about "how'd they get into the same space" and more about "what mayhem occurs once they're together in that same space"!

so we went for the quickest, easiest option.

the single most important thing we had to deal with in setting up how starstruck got into J's timeline- because it had to be this way. their timelines cannot co-exist, and J would not survive in starstruck's- was this question:

"how come starstruck's friends don't come for her? how come bandee isn't sending out the entire waddle dee army to find her? how come kirby doesn't tear apart the space time continuum to rescue her?"

because friends like the dream land four simply wouldn't just let you vanish into a portal and not divide the universe to get you back. and the long-short of that,

is that they never even knew she'd gone. J and the JAU timeline are from @moonverc3x's oc story!!

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ kirbytober 2024 #04 ★⋆ au // fave oc // copy/clone

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Another sad thing I was thinking about.

We were talking a few weeks ago how Blitz must be wearing his Mother's dress in Ghostfuckers. As it looks very similar to the picture of her. Which is sad on it's own.

But also, that means he's just....had it in his closet. It's just been there. For 15 years. Did it taunt him? Did he get numb to it to finally be able to use it as a costume? Is there a reason he's specifically wearing it next episode? Where/How did he even get it?

HNNNNNN

[aniesvision]

𝟕- 𝑾𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆

♧︎︎︎ 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚡 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚡)

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅, 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚), 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 (𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔), 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅)

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 '𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒙?' 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒈𝒍 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆. 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔.

-You gotta be kidding me. -Matt scoffs, throwing his hands in the air.

I didn't know what to say, neither did Chris. Matt started pacing in the kitchen, all of us in silence. I could feel how mad Matt was, and we both knew he'd be pissed, but now that this is actually happening we were at a loss of words.

-Fucking say something! -Matt asks, looking at Chris.

Matt was getting red in anger, I've never seen him so mad like this before and I'm sure Chris wasn't expecting this either by the way he was almost petrified.

-My fucking ex, I mean, yeah, she can fuck whoever she wants, but my brother out of all people? And you couldn't keep your hands to yourself? You had to fuck her?? You're my brother!

Chris looks at me, lost like a puppy, and then he looks down, acknowledging the mess we created. I take a few steps closer to Matt, hoping we can talk things out.

-Matt, we're sorry–

-No, I don't want to hear you, I want to hear him. -He cuts me before I can talk, pointing at Chris.

-Look, man, I'm sorry, alright? -Chris says, running his fingers through his hair.

-Are you?

Matt scoffs again, shaking his head and crossing his arms.

-Are you sorry that you fucked her? Isn't that what you wanted?

Chris furrows his eyebrows at his brother and I take a step back, leaning against the counter and trying to follow the discussion.

-Do you think I'm blind? That I'm fucking stupid? You looked at her like you wanted to get in her pants all the time, since we were still dating, do you really think I didn't know you wanted her?

Matt looks at me, getting closer to me and placing his hands on the counter on each side of my body.

-And you, talking to him at the party, saying you're gonna share a bed with him not to share with your ex. How dumb do you think I am?

I look away from him, too intimidated by his eyes. It was impossible to keep looking at him, my heart was about to rip my chest and I could barely think about something to respond.

-Huh? Do you really think I wasn't aware this was going to happen as soon as you said it? Couldn't let anyone know you wanted so bad to be fucked by me again that you went to my twin brother instead?

My eyes widened in shock at his words, and my lips parted but nothing would come out. I looked at him again, feeling the intensity of his gaze, I felt like a prey being hunted.

-Matt, c'mon bro. -Chris tries to say something, but he is interrupted.

-But I bet you still want me, want to see how much better I got, don't you? Do you really think Chris could make you feel as good as I could?

Matt tilted his head with a smirk on his face that didn't match how dilated his pupils were, he looked insane and as much as it was scaring me it was kind of turning me on.

-Matt.

-Do you think I wouldn't be enough so you had to go to him? Maybe all you want is to have us both, huh? Knowing you could have me again and still go to my brother. -He tscs, leaning closer to me.

Chris walked closer, stopping in front of us but keeping a distance. He was confused and curious, Matt's words were taking a turn none of us expected.

-What are you... -I tried to speak, my voice so low that it was almost a whisper.

-You know what I'm talking about. I know you, way too well, sweetheart. If you want us both, you just have to say it.

His tone was so different now. I can't even describe it. Looking at him was making me nervous, so I looked at Chris, his eyes flicking between mine and Matt's. He was also confused, but he was waiting for my response to know what to do next.

-It's not like that, Matt. -I whisper, unsure of what to say.

-No? So you don't want to see us both making you feel good at the same time?

He was so direct that I felt like I was losing my balance, having to change the weight of my leg to the other, my throat getting dry.

-Wow, hold on. -Chris intervenes, rubbing his face like he was hearing it wrong.

-Don't act all shocked like you wouldn't do it if she wanted to.

Matt rolls his eyes, he meant it, and that was crazy. Chris's eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything else. I lick my lips, looking between them, what am I supposed to say? I haven't thought about it, not with both at the same time, not like this, never like this.

-So what do you say, sweetheart?

I felt so nervous that all I could do was look between them. Matt laughs at my reaction, lifting one hand to my cheek and cupping it, making my heart beat even faster.

-Maybe I should remind you how good it feels first.

He says, pressing his lips against mine.

It takes me a while to kiss him back, but when I do he deepens it immediately, using his free hand to pull me closer by my waist. Kissing Matt after so long was so different. It was familiar, but different, we clearly changed in some aspects, we've learned a lot more information and it was showing now that we were no longer two high schoolers in love, we were adults in need.

The kiss became urgent, his hand now moving to my hair and pulling it, separating our lips so he could move to my neck. My heartbeats were unstable and I wasn't aware until now how badly I needed to feel Matt again. He leaves a few open mouth kisses on my skin and takes a few steps back, making me confused. He smirks at me, leaning against the opposite counter and crossing his arms. He looks at his brother, nodding at me.

-Go ahead, feel how wet she is, bet she's soaked only with this.

It was still too awkwardly new to me and Chris to hear those words coming from Matt, the one who's never willing to share a simple soda, much less his girlfriend, or ex.

Chris looked at me, almost asking me with his eyes what he was supposed to do, not knowing if this was some sort of prank or a test. I look at him equally lost.

-What are you waiting for? -Matt asks, impatiently.

With none of us moving, Matt huffs and walks to his brother, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand between my legs.

-I said, feel it. -He repeats, his tone sending shivers down my spine.

He was still mad, but he wanted this to happen, maybe to prove a point, maybe he was just going crazy, but either way he made Chris lose his patience as well and slap his hand away.

-You're out of your mind.

Matt laughs sarcastically, both of them exchanging a look that was so intense that made me almost scared. I could practically hear my heartbeats by now.

-Why? Because I want to give my ex girlfriend what she wants? -Matt replies, full of himself.

The way he worded it made me wonder if he still had feelings for me. I mean, it was obvious that something was going on, but I presumed it was the normal "seeing my ex for the first time after a long time" tension, not exactly involving a deep meaning.

-And what do you want? -I ask, getting their attention back to me.

Matt looks at me like he was reading my soul.

-I want to see you feeling good. -He steps closer to me, cupping my cheeks and lifting my head to face him.

-Want you to feel the best.

-Why don't you do it yourself, then? Can't make her feel good so you're asking your brother to help? -Chris teases, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he was hearing all that.

Matt closes his eyes, taking a long deep breath, but he doesn't turn away.

-I'm simply saying that... -He let go of my cheeks, stepping back and opening his eyes, keeping them on me. -She wants us both, both of us could make her feel better than just one of us.

Matt looks at his brother again, putting his hands in his pockets.

-I'm not asking for help, I'm just saying we should work together.

-Why should I even consider it? -Chris insists, still finding it way too weird.

Matt's expression changed, like he was finally showing some emotions other than his crazy need to put all of us in this situation. He looked almost disappointed, sad, in denial.

-Because you like her.

We all went silent, my eyes widening at the accusation and the way Chris looked so scared like he got caught in the act. He tried to say something, but Matt started talking again.

-I didn't know you felt something other than attraction to her, I didn't even mind you finding her pretty or hot or whatever, but there's no other explanation for why you did this. You wouldn't do something like this, ever, unless you had feelings for her. You two got closer after our breakup, and you knew I felt jealous because it was so obvious she'd feel attracted to you as well. When I saw you two talking at that party, I felt it, I knew something was going to happen between you two, and I was right.

I couldn't help feeling guilty hearing him talk. It was so fucked up, and it was truly awful of me and Chris not to consider Matt's feelings before. Not enough at least.

-Honestly, I shouldn't care. It's been too long, she's free to whatever, you're free to whatever, fuck it. But if you like her, you'll want to do that again, and I'm not standing here in silence while you two fuck. I can't pretend I'm okay with this, because I'm not. Seeing her again... -He looks at me. -Seeing you again brought back feelings I thought I shoved six feet under the ground, but I didn't. I still have feelings for you, and I know you feel something too, I just know it, just like I know you feel something for him too, so, really, is it that crazy that I want to make you happy even if it includes seeing my brother touching you?

His confession got me shocked, so shocked my eyes started to tear up. He was right, so right, and it was killing me inside to know how messed up things turned out to be. I was so sure we could be just friends, I was trying to keep it that way, but kissing him again? That changed a lot.

Maybe if he didn't kiss me I could continue to blind myself and pretend all those tensions were just normal ex's things and not the obvious urge our bodies felt to touch each other again. Maybe if he didn't mention how I felt something for Chris I could continue to pretend it was just something we did out of the heat of the moment, not the obvious need I felt to kiss him even if just once.

-Fuck, dude. -Chris whispers, also shaken by the confession.

Matt takes a deep breath, rubs his eyes and throws his head back to look at the ceiling.

-Just kiss her. No hard feelings, I promise, I'll just learn how to share.

Even though it was all too much and we were all processing our own feelings, Chris gave up on trying to argue with Matt and just nodded, walking in my direction.

-Are you okay? -He asked, staying in front of me and brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I sigh, forcing a smile and nodding. He smiles back, noticing how affected I was by all that. He keeps one hand on my waist and cups my cheek with the other, kissing my forehead gently.

-Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

His voice was soft, giving me the certainty that he'd respect my decision. He puts his forehead against mine, giving me time to decide, his hot breath hitting my face as I tried to think about what was the best move.

Matt's words were an eye-opener. I do feel something for Chris, even if it's just an attraction that I can't run away from. And I do feel things for Matt, it was hard to see him and not treat him like I used to when we were together, all the time that passed wasn't enough to make me get over all the feelings.

Matt was never one to like the idea of sharing, but he'd share anything with those he loves, so it's kind of an understandable surprise that he's willing to share me with Chris. It was basically implied that he loves Chris so much he'll share the only girl he ever loved with him because she likes them both. And he still loves me if he's considering it.

Without waiting any longer, I make my decision, slowly lifting my head until my lips barely touched Chris'. He pressed his lips harder against mine, sliding his hand under my shirt to caress my skin with his thumb. He was being gentle, taking his time, and enjoying the feeling, not rushing it like we did last night. There was no need to rush. The kiss got deeper, my hands caressing his arms on the way up, stopping by his jaw. A soft sigh escape my lips when I feel his hand squeezing my ass, a smirk growing on his lips before we were interrupted.

-Alright, alright, that's enough. -Matt pulls Chris away from me, receiving an annoyed look from him.

-We're still in the kitchen, dumbass, don't give me that look. -He pushes Chris to the hallway, pointing at his room.

Chris simply rolled his eyes, making his way to Matt's room as Matt looked at me with an unreadable expression. He looks down, interlacing our fingers and caressing the top of it with his thumb. I smile at the gesture, feeling my cheeks burning, and he guides me to his room. Chris was sitting on Matt's bed and before I could even think of what to do I was turned around by Matt's hand in mine and he kissed me eagerly.

The door was closed by Matt's foot and he guided me backward until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I collapsed onto his mattress. Matt's kisses were longing and full of passion, he didn't need to say anything for me to understand he missed me and with each second I realized I missed him too.

My shirt was soon discarded to the floor, leaving my breasts on full display for him, and Chris, that was just looking at us with his jaw clenched.

-Even prettier. -He whispers, attacking my nipples with his tongue.

I bite my lips, throwing my head back and gripping his hair, my body craving more, aching with the need to feel him again after so long. He gave both my breasts the same amount of attention before pulling away and making our eyes meet. A smirk started to grow on his lips, like he knew he had me under his spell, but he rolled away from me, standing up and taking a seat on his desk chair.

-Your turn. -He says, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest.

Matt ran a hand through his hair while giving his brother a "green flag" and Chris didn't wait for it to be said twice.

Unlike Matt, Chris didn't kiss me first, he immediately got on his knees in front of the bed and pulled me closer to him by my ankles, sliding my pants and panties down in one swift motion. I was surprised, but my body reacted first and knowing I had both of them in the same room looking at me like that made me nervously turned on.

Chris decided to tease me, leaving open mouth kisses all along my skin, but never where I needed him the most. He looked so concentrated that I took a moment to look at Matt and watch his expressions. He didn't look exactly happy with the sight, his eyes only roamed over my body and his jaw gave away the clear jealousy he was feeling, although the bulge in his pants made it known he wasn't completely against seeing me with his brother.

A loud gasp leaves my lips when I feel Chris's tongue in contact with my wetness, lapping all my arousal. My knuckles quickly became white with how hard I was digging my fingers in Matt's silky sheets, my lips in between my teeth as I tried not to make any loud noises.

Like his tongue wasn't enough, Chris shoved two fingers into my cunt, making it impossible not to moan loudly for him. His hands were trying to keep me still, holding my thighs, and when I started rolling my hips against his face my arms were raised and pinned above my head by one of Matt's large hands.

-You need to be quiet, baby, Nick and Madi are still in the house. -Matt's voice was hoarse and low, almost like a warning.

I whine at him, closing my eyes and feeling my orgasm building up.

-Fuck, Chris, don't stop. -I mumble, caught up in the pleasure, my legs starting to shake and involuntarily squeeze Chris's face against them.

He did exactly what I asked for and didn't stop until I was making a mess on his fingers and my arousal was dripping down his chin. I take deep heavy breaths, opening my eyes to see Matt's intense look and Chris's smirk as he stood up, wiping his mouth.

Chris sits by my other side, also breathing heavily and looking at his brother with a cockily proud smirk, bragging silently that he made me cum first. Matt rolls his eyes, standing up and letting my arms go. He takes off his shirt, starting to unbuckle his belt.

-Can you take another one, sweetheart? Because I really need to feel you wrapped around me again.

Hearing Matt's dirty talk was enough to get me all worked up again, and I just nodded in response, still feeling the final waves of my first orgasm. Matt slips off his pants, pointing at the opposite side of him.

-Get on the other side, kid, I'm sure she can do two things at once, am I right? -He asks, looking at me, but mainly talking to Chris, implying I could take them both.

I had never done anything like this before, it was the first time I was doing something sexual with more than one person at a time, but the thought of having them both was intriguing and I couldn't refuse it.

Matt looks down at me with a smirk and I nod again, mumbling an affirmation to what Chris responded by also taking his clothes off and rolling to the other side of Matt's bed.

-Turn around f'me, yeah?

Matt's hands moved to my hips, helping me get on my knees and turning me around so I was now facing Chris with my forearms keeping me up and my ass tilted to Matt. I sigh when I feel Matt's large palms caressing my ass cheeks and inner thighs.

While Matt was still admiring me, Chris got closer to my face, cupping my cheeks and rubbing his thumb against my lower lip, putting some pressure so I'd open it. I suck his thumb sensually, watching as he got almost hypnotized and used his other hand to free his member. He was so hard, his tip red in need, precum dripping to his veiny girth.

I was so focused on Chris that I didn't realize Matt had also slided his boxers down and was now teasing me.

One simple gasp of mine was enough for Chris to slide his cock in my mouth and Matt to thrust all of him at once. I didn't need to see it to know Matt was bigger than he was when we dated, time did him good, and the taste of Chris's dick in my mouth was making me salivate.

I take a deep shaky breath before moving my head, Chris' hand pulling my hair up so I'd keep eye contact with him as I sucked him off. He looked so hot, and watching his pleasured expressions only made me wetter, which also made it easier for Matt to move harder and faster.

It was overwhelming to have them both at the same time, but in a good way. Chris was giving me total freedom to work on him as I liked, making an effort not to thrust his hips although he'd fail every once and a while. And Matt gave me no time to process or to even get used to his new size, fucking me like he's been waiting for it his whole life.

My moans were barely muffled by Chris' dick, it was getting harder to keep it low and by the way they were both groaning and growling it was obvious they didn't care about it anymore.

-Holy fuck, your mouth feels so good. -Chris mumbles, looking down at me.

-Her pussy feels even better. -Matt says from behind me, his tone giving away his competitive side.

Chris ignores it, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth, his tip hitting my throat as I gagged on him slightly. This gave him the confidence to move his hips, fucking my mouth and making my eyes fill with tears.

-So pretty. -He whispers, cupping my jaw and using his hand to hold my hair to keep my face still.

I could feel another orgasm building up quickly, eyes rolling back as I began to squirm under their touch.

-You close, sweetheart? Can feel you clenching around me. -Matt's voice was heard, my desperate moans serving as a response.

The vibrations of my moans went straight to Chris's dick, making him twitch. I knew he was also close, so I looked up at him with my glossy eyes and arched eyebrows, tears rolling down my cheeks, practically begging him to cum in my mouth.

With a loud growl, Chris thrusts his dick one last time, shooting his load down my throat. He pulled out as soon as I swallowed all of it and stayed in front of me, caressing my cheeks and stroking my hair.

My moans started to sound pitchy and desperate, Matt's thrusts got sloppy and I felt the knot in my stomach snapping harshly, giving me the most breathtaking orgasm I've ever had.

My legs were failing to keep me up so Matt's hands gripped my hips to help me stay up and he didn't even ask where I wanted him, he simply painted my walls white, marking me as his.

We all collapsed in the bed, our breaths heavy. Chris was the first to stand up, collecting his clothes and starting to put them back on. Matt soon does the same, cleaning me up with his shirt and throwing it in the laundry basket. They help me put my clothes back on as well and I sit cross-legged in the middle of the bed, looking between them.

Chris and Matt also share a look, and Chris burst into laughter, making all of them laugh.

-What the fuck? -He asks in between laughter.

-Yeah, that was insane. -Matt agrees, shaking his head and sitting next to me.

-So, what now? -I ask, a bit unsure of where this was going to lead us.

We all stay silent for a bit, exchanging looks, no one knowing what to say, until Matt breaks it.

-I guess we'll share.

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 ✍︎

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Prompt 9 - Sweat

@jegulus-microfic October 9, Word count 172

Part 1

It took him a few moments to make his decision. James

ran after him. 

He’d watched Regulus walk away from him so many times before, but this time was different. Regulus’s shoulders had dropped in defeat. It had been a tiny movement, but James had spotted it. So he ran. 

Regulus was a fast little bugger and by the time James caught up with him, he had tiny beads of sweat dotted across his forehead. 

“Reg! Wait!” He called out as he raced down the steps towards the dungeons. 

“Excuse you. Who do you think you are talking to?” Regulus spat viciously. 

“You,” James answered, cupping Regulus’s chin as he crowded him against the cold stone wall and claimed his lips. Regulus resisted for a second and then gave in, melting against James’s touch. 

“We can’t,” Regulus moaned into James’s mouth. 

“Oh yes, we can,” He growled, carding his hands through Regulus's silken curls, tilting his head and deepening their kiss. He sighed, the only thing going through his head was, finally.