#but is making a stop in elizabeths room first

[pinksugarscrub]

My Punny Valentine

Jason Todd x fem! Reader

There's nothing better than movie nights with Jason but with Valentine's approaching, tonight is...a special occasion.

( @hyperfix-wip again, my beautiful apricot tart beta reader❣️)

Word count: 1,027

Warnings: cursing, sugar rush

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The kitchen is…not necessarily in ruins. All of the ingredients have been responsibly returned to the pantry and fridge. It’s the bowls and whisks in the sink that are effectively killing the vibe of cute and demure.

Wiping away the sugar and flour from the counter you’re preparing a space for yourself and most importantly Jason.

Your lovable boyfriend is across the room. Flipping to the first movie on your list, Pride and Prejudice. Freshly showered and smelling like the expensive products you had gifted him on your anniversary.

When he returns to your side he’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his nose into the crook of your neck. He smells even more amazing up close; it almost makes your head spin.

“Almost ready babe? Looks delicious.”

You snort, refraining from making a less than innocent comment as you nod. “The cakes are chilling in the fridge. Will you get them for me?”

Jason chuckles, planting a kiss on your temple. “Course princess.”

You swoon because no matter how many times Jason has talked to you so sweetly, he still manages to make you giddy. Shameless or not, he could be the judge of that, you follow him with your eyes. Admiring the loose shirt and wonder woman themed sweats he had chosen to wear.

Seeing him so relaxed was what you lived for. There’s only so much you understand about his work as Red Hood along with his family (who are lovely by the way). Just the two of you for the second night in a row is making you crave this domestic life every night.

“You gonna keep undressing me with those pretty eyes or are we gonna decorate these?”

Jason laughs as your face contorts into embarrassment. Both of his hands are occupied with small heart shaped cakes.

Occupying yourself with grabbing Jason an apron so you don’t have to answer, you promptly walk past him. He only laughs harder as he sets the cakes down.

Your apron is already caked with flour, batter, and icing. So you’re careful not to smear any on him when he ducks down so you can adjust his apron.

Your fingers trace down his neck to reach the strings at his waist when he stops you. He takes your momentary confusion as the opportunity to kiss your lips. Tasting the sugar you most definitely ate while you were making the frosting.

“What was that for?” You ask in a daze. Certainly not complaining but definitely not expecting to feel weak at the knees.

“Do I need a reason?”

“No,” you slowly grin, “I guess not.”

Jason returns your grin while tying his apron expertly.

A wheeze leaves your lips once you’ve noticed the lettering on his chest. You hadn’t realized you had grabbed that one.

“What? Oh no,” he groans. Rolling his eyes at the ridiculous gift Dick had gotten him.

“No no!” You exclaim while putting your hands on his chest when he prepares to rip it off. Struggling to breathe through your words. “It’s fine Jace. Really.”

“Fine my ass.”

“Yes it is.”

“...not now babe.”

Raising your hands in mock defeat you walk over to the counter. Wiping away the tears that had collected in the corner of your eye. “Alright, alright. Cake first.”

Jason sighs but keeps the gag worthy, burn-it-in-a-sewer thing on. “And Austen.”

“You mean Keira Knightley,” you correct.

“She is pretty attractive.”

“Right!? I don’t know about Mr. Darcy though…couldn’t they have picked I don’t know-”

“So you know Elizabeth’s actress but not Darcy’s?” Jason raises a brow. Bumping your hip with his as he slides comfortably beside you.

“It’s Keira Knightly!” You protest. Reaching for a piping bag of red icing to hand to him.

“Name one other movie she’s been in.”

You open your mouth but your mind has drawn a blank. After a moment of silence you finally speak up. “I don’t like this game anymore.”

“It wasn’t a game to begin with sweetheart.”

Sticking your tongue out childishly you reach for your own bag of icing. “Ok ok, ready?”

Jason hums as he smiles. “Teach away.”

Sure, Jason is proficient in the kitchen.

If he really wanted to, he could figure out the intricacies of cake decorating. But when you brought the idea of having a Jane Austen themed movie night, especially so close to Valentine’s day, he couldn’t say no. When did he ever say no to spending time with you when he was finally off patrol?

Jason knows how hard it is. While he’s gaining bruises you’re here, in your apartment, worried. He’s also quite sure that despite the brave face you put on, you've missed him. Especially in these last few months.

Rejoining his family has created caseload after caseload and awkward meetings with Bruce (Which you graciously listen to him rant about when he comes home to you).

Oh you were perfect.

Put up with his shit and took care of him when he couldn’t do it himself. He never was one to think he’d take on a partner. Dating “coworkers” was too hectic and his life wasn’t anywhere near normal but you made it easy. You added to his life.

As you started explaining the different borders you could create with a variety of star tips he leans in closer. Letting you take his hand and slowly squeeze the piping bag together to show him the consistency.

There were times where he purposefully kissed along your shoulder when you were explaining. It was his absolute favorite thing to do. Watch you squirm and try to focus.

The movie played quietly in the background and rain soon accompanied it. That was another thing.

Rain didn’t make him feel gloomy anymore. Instead his memories were filled with you. Curled up with a book. In his lap as you switched between reading for Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy while the rain came down.

By the time you’re both finished there are several puns iced along your cake and frosting on both of your noses.

Overall the night was perfect and yes, Jason accepted your request of being your punny valentine.

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Taglist: @insideoutjulie

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Google antitrust remedy should extinguish surveillance, not democratize it

I'm coming to DEFCON! On FRIDAY (Aug 9), I'm emceeing the EFF POKER TOURNAMENT (noon at the Horseshoe Poker Room), and appearing on the BRICKED AND ABANDONED panel (5PM, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01). On SATURDAY (Aug 10), I'm giving a keynote called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! How hackers can seize the means of computation and build a new, good internet that is hardened against our asshole bosses' insatiable horniness for enshittification" (noon, LVCC - L1 - HW1–11–01).

If you are even slightly plugged into the doings and goings on in this tired old world of ours, then you have heard that Google has lost its antitrust case against the DOJ Antitrust Division, and is now an official, no-foolin', convicted monopolist.

This is huge. Epochal. The DOJ, under the leadership of the fire-breathing trustbuster Jonathan Kanter, has done something that was inconceivable four years ago when he was appointed. On Kanter's first day on the job as head of the Antitrust Division, he addressed his gathered prosecutors and asked them to raise their hands if they'd never lost a case.

It was a canny trap. As the proud, victorious DOJ lawyers thrust their arms into the air, Kanter quoted James Comey, who did the same thing on his first day on the job as DA for the Southern District of New York: "You people are the chickenshit club." A federal prosecutor who never loses a case is a prosecutor who only goes after easy targets, and leave the worst offenders (who can mount a serious defense) unscathed.

Under Kanter, the Antitrust Division has been anything but a Chickenshit Club. They've gone after the biggest game, the hardest targets, and with Google, they bagged the hardest target of all.

Again: this is huge:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/boom-judge-rules-google-is-a-monopolist

But also: this is just the start.

Now that Google is convicted, the court needs to decide what to do about it. Courts have lots of leeway when it comes to addressing a finding of lawbreaking. They can impose "conduct remedies" ("don't do that anymore"). These are generally considered weaksauce, because they're hard to administer. When you tell a company like Google to stop doing something, you need to expend a lot of energy to make sure they're following orders. Conduct remedies are as much a punishment for the government (which has to spend millions closely observing the company to ensure compliance) as they are for the firms involved.

But the court could also order Google to stop doing certain things. For example, since the ruling finds that Google illegally maintained its monopoly by paying other entities – Apple, Mozilla, Samsung, AT&T, etc – to be the default search, the court could order them to stop doing that. At the very least, that's a lot easier to monitor.

The big guns, though are the structural remedies. The court could order Google to sell off parts of its business, like its ad-tech stack, through which it represents both buyers and sellers in a marketplace it owns, and with whom it competes as a buyer and a seller. There's already proposed, bipartisan legislation to do this (how bipartisan? Its two main co-sponsors are Ted Cruz and Elizabeth Warren!):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/25/structural-separation/#america-act

All of these things, and more, are on the table:

https://www.wired.com/story/google-search-monopoly-judge-amit-mehta-options/

We'll get a better sense of what the judge is likely to order in the fall, but the case could drag out for quite some time, as Google appeals the verdict, then tries for the Supreme Court, then appeals the remedy, and so on and so on. Dragging things out in the hopes of running out the clock is a time-honored tradition in tech antitrust. IBM dragged out its antitrust appeals for 12 years, from 1970 to 1982 (they called it "Antitrust's Vietnam"). This is an expensive gambit: IBM outspent the entire DOJ Antitrust Division for 12 consecutive years, hiring more lawyers to fight the DOJ than the DOJ employed to run all of its antitrust enforcement, nationwide. But it worked. IBM hung in there until Reagan got elected and ordered his AG to drop the case.

This is the same trick Microsoft pulled in the nineties. The case went to trial in 1998, and Microsoft lost in 1999. They appealed, and dragged out the proceedings until GW Bush stole the presidency in 2000 and dropped the case in 2001.

I am 100% certain that there are lawyers at Google thinking about this: "OK, say we put a few hundred million behind Trump-affiliated PACs, wait until he's president, have a little meeting with Attorney General Andrew Tate, and convince him to drop the case. Worked for IBM, worked for Microsoft, it'll work for us. And it'll be a bargain."

That's one way things could go wrong, but it's hardly the only way. In his ruling, Judge Mehta rejected the DOJ's argument that in illegally creating and maintaining its monopoly, Google harmed its users' privacy by foreclosing on the possibility of a rival that didn't rely on commercial surveillance.

The judge repeats some of the most cherished and absurd canards of the marketing industry, like the idea that people actually like advertisements, provided that they're relevant, so spying on people is actually doing them a favor by making it easier to target the right ads to them.

First of all, this is just obvious self-serving rubbish that the advertising industry has been repeating since the days when it was waging a massive campaign against the TV remote on the grounds that people would "steal" TV by changing the channel when the ads came on. If "relevant" advertising was so great, then no one would reach for the remote – or better still, they'd change the channel when the show came back on, looking for more ads. People don't like advertising. And they hate "relevant" advertising that targets their private behaviors and views. They find it creepy.

Remember when Apple offered users a one-click opt-out from Facebook spying, the most sophisticated commercial surveillance system in human history, whose entire purpose was to deliver "relevant" advertising? More than 96% of Apple's customers opted out of surveillance. Even the most Hayek-pilled economist has to admit that this is a a hell of a "revealed preference." People don't want "relevant" advertising. Period.

The judge's credulous repetition of this obvious nonsense is doubly disturbing in light of the nature of the monopoly charge against Google – that the company had monopolized the advertising market.

Don't get me wrong: Google has monopolized the advertising market. They operate a "full stack" ad-tech shop. By controlling the tools that sellers and buyers use, and the marketplace where they use them, Google steals billions from advertisers and publishers. And that's before you factor in Jedi Blue, the illegal collusive arrangement the company has with Facebook, by which they carved up the market to increase their profits, gouge advertisers, starve publishers, and keep out smaller rivals:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedi_Blue

One effect of Google's monopoly power is a global privacy crisis. In regions with strong privacy laws (like the EU), Google uses flags of convenience (looking at you, Ireland) to break the law with impunity:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/15/finnegans-snooze/#dirty-old-town

In the rest of the world, Google works with other members of the surveillance cartel to prevent the passage of privacy laws. That's why the USA hasn't had a new federal privacy law since 1988, when Congress acted to ban video-store clerks from telling newspaper reporters about the VHS cassettes you took home:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_Privacy_Protection_Act

The lack of privacy law and privacy enforcement means that Google can inflict untold privacy harms on billions of people around the world. Everything we do, everywhere we go online and offline, every relationship we have, everything we buy and say and do – it's all collected and stored and mined and used against us. The immediate harm here is the haunting sense that you are always under observation, a violation of your fundamental human rights that prevents you from ever being your authentic self:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/blog/2013/jun/14/nsa-prism

The harms of surveillance aren't merely spiritual and psychological – they're material and immediate. The commercial surveillance industry provides the raw feedstock for a parade of horribles, from stalkers and bounty hunters turning up on their targets' front doors to cops rounding up demonstrators with location data from their phones to identity thieves tricking their marks by using leaked or purchased private information as convincers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/06/privacy-first/#but-not-just-privacy

The problem with Google's monopolization of the surveillance business model is that they're spying on us. But for a certain kind of competition wonk, the problem is that Google is monopolizing the violation of our human rights, and we need to use competition law to "democratize" commercial surveillance.

This is deeply perverse, but it represents a central split in competition theory. Some trustbusters fetishize competition for its own sake, on the theory that it makes companies better and more efficient. But there are some things we don't want companies to be better at, like violating our human rights. We want to ban human rights violations, not improve them.

For other trustbusters – like me – the point of competition enforcement isn't merely to make companies offer better products, it's to make companies small enough to hold account through the enforcement of democratic laws. I want to break – and break up – Google because I want to end its ability to bigfoot privacy law so that we can finally root out the cancer of commercial surveillance. I don't want to make Google smaller so that other surveillance companies can get in on the game.

There is a real danger that this could emerge from this decision, and that's a danger we need to guard against. Last month, Google shocked the technical world by announcing that it would not follow through on its years-long promise to kill third-party cookies, one of the most pernicious and dangerous tools of commercial surveillance. The reason for this volte-face appears to be concern that the EU would view killing third-party cookies as anticompetitive, since Google intended to maintain commercial surveillance using its Orwellian "Privacy Sandbox" technology in Chrome, with the effect that everyone except Google would find it harder to spy on us as we used the internet:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/googles-trail-of-crumbs

It's true! This is anticompetitive. But the answer isn't to preserve the universal power of tech companies large and small to violate our human rights – it's to ban everyone, especially Google, from spying on us!

This current in competition law is still on the fringe, but the Google case – which finds the company illegally dominating surveillance advertising, but rejects the idea that surveillance is itself a harm – offers an opportunity for this bad idea to go from the fringe to the center.

If that happens, look out.

Take "attribution," an obscure bit of ad-tech jargon disguising a jaw-droppingly terrible practice. "Attribution" is when an ad-tech company shows you an ad, and then follows you everywhere you go, monitoring everything you do, to determine whether the ad convinced you to buy something. I mean that literally: they're combining location data generated by your phone and captured by Bluetooth and wifi receivers with data from your credit card to follow you everywhere and log everything, so that they can prove to a merchant that you bought something.

This is unspeakably grotesque. It should be illegal. In many parts of the world, it is illegal, but it is so lucrative that monopolists like Google can buy off the enforcers and get away with it. What's more, only the very largest corporations have the resources to surveil you so closely and invasively that they can perform this "service."

But again, some competition wonks look at this situation and say, "Well, that's not right, we need to make sure that everyone can do attribution." This was a (completely mad) premise in the (otherwise very good) 2020 Competition and Markets Authority market-study on "Online platforms and digital advertising":

https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/media/5fa557668fa8f5788db46efc/Final_report_Digital_ALT_TEXT.pdf

This (again, otherwise sensible) document veers completely off the rails whenever the subject of attribution comes up. At one point, the authors propose that the law should allow corporations to spy on people who opt out of commercial surveillance, provided that this spying is undertaken for the sole purpose of attribution.

But it gets even worse: by the end of the document, the authors propose a "user ID intervention" to give every Briton a permanent, government-issued advertising identifier to make it easier for smaller companies to do attribution.

Look, I understand why advertisers like attribution and are willing to preferentially take their business to companies that can perform it. But the fact that merchants want to be able to peer into every corner of our lives to figure out how well their ads are performing is no basis for permitting them to do so – much less intervening in the market to make it even easier so more commercial snoops can get their noses in our business!

This is an idea that keeps popping up, like in this editorial by a UK lawyer, where he proposes fixing "Google's dominance of online advertising" by making it possible for everyone to track us using the commercial surveillance identifiers created and monopolized by the ad-tech duopoly and the mobile tech duopoly:

https://www.thesling.org/what-to-do-about-googles-dominance-of-online-advertising/

Those companies are doing something rotten. In dominating ads, they have stolen billions from publishers and advertisers. Then they used those billions to capture our democratic process and ensure that our human rights weren't being defended as they plundered our private data and put us in harm's way.

Advertising will adapt. The marketing bros know this is coming. They're already discussing how to live in a world where you can't measure clicks and you can't attribute actions (e.g. the world from the first advertisements up until the early 2000s):

https://sparktoro.com/blog/attribution-is-dying-clicks-are-dying-marketing-is-going-back-to-the-20th-century/

An equitable solution to Google's monopoly will not run though our right to privacy. We don't solve the Google monopoly by creating competition in surveillance. The reason to get rid of Google's monopoly is to make it easier to end surveillance.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/07/revealed-preferences/#extinguish-v-improve

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[scarlethexelove]

Hiiiiii Growing A Family was so soooo good!!! You’re such a great writer!!

Any chance we’ll get a part two in which Reader finds out she’s pregnant and how Natasha takes care of her throughout the pregnancy please please pleaseeeeeeee🥹🥹🥹

And Then There Were Five

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2721

Warnings: Cute and fluffy, Smut, Natasha has a Penis, Pregnant sex, Hint of breeding, Beefy!Nat (She is a warning in herself), Mama Nat, P in V, Horny reader, I think that is it.

Pt 1, Pt 3, Pt 4

A/n: I loved writing this one. Starts all nice and cute and then some smut at the end. Though I wasn't expecting it to get this long

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

“Mommy?” You can hear your daughter's voice making you turn around to her. “Aww sweetheart don’t you look adorable.” You beam at the 4 year old. She adorns a t-shirt that has ‘Best Big Sister’ written across the front. She giggles and runs up to you, giving you grabby hands as you pick her up and put her on your hip. You tickle her stomach making her giggle and squirm in your hold which only causes you to laugh. “Mommy stop it.” You smile. “Alright, alright.” You laugh. 

Just then you can hear the front door being opened. You put your daughter down and bend over to her height. “You remember what to do baby girl?” She nods her head quickly before running off. You stand up fully once again and start to busy yourself as you hear keys jingling, which signals you that your wife is growing near. 

You have your back turned to Nat as she enters the kitchen. Strong arms wrap around your waist as a body presses against yours. “Hi detka.” Nat mumbles as she kisses your shoulder. You can’t help the loving smile that spreads across your face. “Hi Natty.” You turn around in her hold giving her a peck on the lips. She smiles when you pull back and look into her eyes. She pulls you impossibly close to her. “How was your day?” You ask Nat. “It was good but I missed my girls.” Nat looks around for a moment. “Speaking of girls, where's Lizzie?” You give her a soft smile. “She’s in her room playing.” You lie to your wife as you see her little head popping out from the corner. 

Nat had noticed the present on the counter when she entered the room. Her eyes fell back to it. “What’s with the gift detka? Did I forget about a party?” You shake your head. “No sweetheart. It’s for you.” You smile. “Me? Did I forget our anniversary?” You can see the look of panic cross her face. Your hands move to cup her cheeks. “No Natty you didn’t forget anything. I just wanted to give you something special.” You let her face go as you see the relief wash over her. “Open it.” You usher her towards the box. Her arms drop from around you as she moves towards the box. Nat reaches out for the box and gently removes the bow. Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you watch your wife slowly open the gift. 

Pulling off the lid slowly you watch Nat’s face grow curious as she spots the shirt in the box. Written on the front says ‘Best Mama Ever’. You can hear little feet running towards you. “Mama! Mama! Mama!” Nat’s head quickly snaps towards your daughter. Running at her happily. Nat doesn’t even notice what her shirt says at first as she picks up Elizabeth and places her on her hip, but as she straightens out her shirt she reads it out loud. “Best big sister.” As she reads that you pull the pregnancy test out of your pants pocket holding it up. Her head snaps towards you and her eyes land on the clearly positive pregnancy test. Excitement takes over. “You’re pregnant?” You nod as tears come to your eyes. Words escape you as Nat takes her free arm and wraps you in a hug, squishing your Lizzie in between the both of you. “We’re going to have a baby!” Nat’s excitement is evident. 

You feel as little arms push at you. “Mama, Mommy squishing me.” You both laugh as Nat pulls away. Nat’s hand cups your cheek and you lightly nuzzle into her hand. Her thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away the happy tears that have fallen. She leans in kissing you deeply, pouring all the love she has for you in this one kiss. Her dreams of growing a family with you finally coming to forwishen. 

Nat has been absolutely amazing so far, being the most attentive wife as your pregnancy progresses. No matter what craving you are having or what time of day it is she will always get it. No matter how weird or hard it is to find she has gotten you everything you have ever wanted or needed. Even often at night before bed she lays with her head on your belly talking about anything and everything. 

Today is a day that you drop Elizabeth off the preschool and you decide to join Nat at the compound as she helps train new shield recruits. It’s a way you can catch up with the Avengers and you get to watch your wife workout which is always a win. 

You're standing off to the side gazing out among the many people, your hand placed on the side of your swollen stomach. You hadn’t noticed anyone had joined you until you felt your shoulder being nudged. As you look to your side you spot a familiar smiling face. “Wanda.” Wanda gives you a side hug with a big smile. “Hey Y/n/n. May I?” She gestures down to your stomach. You nod and chuckle. She gently places her hand on your stomach. “Wow, growing so fast.” You can’t help but chuckle at her words. “Yeah they are.” Wanda’s eyes shoot to yours as she catches onto your words. “They?” You break out into a wide smile. “Twins.” Wanda can’t help but pull you into an awkward hug with your belly in the way. “Oh my god I’m so excited for you. I bet Nat was ecstatic.” You hug Wanda back. “She is absolutely thrilled and so am I. Lizzie keeps asking when the babies will be here.” You can’t help but smile as Wanda pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders. “You two deserve all the happiness. If you ever need a babysitter for the cuties you know who to call.” You tilt your head a little. “The Ghostbusters.” Wanda gasps and playfully slaps your arm. “No silly. I need me some baby time.” You laugh and nod. “You’ll be the first person I call.” 

The two of you go back to a comfortable silence. You look back out into the gym scanning the room for your wife. When you spot her she is sparring with a recruit. Even from afar you can see how her body glistens with sweat. Her hair is put back in a french braid as she wears just a sports bra and some sweatpants. You subconsciously bite your lip as your eyes rake over her body. How her abs shine in the light; how you can see the outline of her bulge when she moves just right. Your underwear is becoming damp the longer you stare at her. All you want to do is rip all her clothes off and take her right there in the middle of the gym, not even caring who sees. 

You are so spaced out that you don’t notice Wanda trying to get your attention. She shakes you a little, snapping you back to reality. “Huh, what?” You turn to look at Wanda, her eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What’s got you so distracted?” Your eyes flick to Nat before flicking back to Wanda. She had a knowing glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. You can’t help as your cheeks heat up slightly. “Fuck, the pregnancy has made me so horny. Anything that Nat does has me wanting her more.” You turn to look back at your wife. “Look at her she is so fuckign hot Wanda, I can’t.” You groan. “Y/n I do not look at your wife like that.” She chuckles. “I give you full permission to look at her right now.” Wanda turns to look at Nat. “She does look pretty hot.” You can’t help but let out another groan. “I know right.” 

Nat slams the recruit into the ground as you watch on. You can see her pause for a second as a smile spreads across her face. You watch a little perplexed by the sudden change. She helps the recruit off the ground and says something to them before she starts making her way over to you and Wanda. It doesn’t take her long to reach you. “Hi detka, hi Wanda.” Nat greets you both. “Detka are you feeling a little needy?” Heat rises to your cheeks as your mouth hangs open in shock. Wanda laughs which makes you look over to her. You watch as the swirling red dissipates from her eyes. “You’re welcome.” Wanda laughs as she turns to walk away. “I love you but I hate you at the same time.” You call after her. She just laughs and waves her arms at you. “See you two later.” 

Hands grip your waist and bring you back to Nat who now stands closer to you looking down at you with a smirk. “You know all you have to do is ask baby girl.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times looking up to your wife. “You’re working baby. I-I didn’t want to disrupt you.” Nat shakes her head. “You’re my priority. Anyways I’m done now anyways.” Nat lifts you into her strong arms, you squeak as you cling onto her. She doesn’t care who is looking as she carries you out of the gym. 

“Where are you taking me?” You question Nat. “I still have a room here at the compound so I’m taking my beautiful wife to that bedroom and fucking her full of my cum. We still have a few hours before we have to pick up Lizzie from preschool.” Nat gives you a lopsided grin and you can’t help but let out a small moan at her words. Your wetness is already seeping through your pants. Hearing your moan and feeling how your wetness is seeping through Nat hastily makes her way into her old bedroom. 

As the door shuts behind you Nat locks the door and sets you down. Nat’s lips quickly press against yours. A hungry need for you takes her over as she quickly strips your clothes off your body. She only pulls away long enough to pull your shirt over your head. “Fuck I love you so much.” Nat mumbles against your lips. She starts kicking off her sweatpants and boxers. Her cock springing out, and her hands finding their place gripping your hips tightly. “I love you too.” You mumble back. Nat starts to walk the both of you towards the bed. 

Once you reach the bed Nat pulls away before climbing on the bed. She pulls you into her lap and you can feel her cock rubbing through your soaked folds. She rocks her hips a bit letting your wetness spread across her throbbing cock. Both of you moan at the feeling as her tip nudges against your clit. “Please Natty. I need you.” Your whine is needy but you don’t care all you want is to feel her, have her stretching you out. 

Nat’s hand moves down to her cock and you raise your hips. She lines her cock up with your dripping hole. As you feel it press against you you slowly start to lower yourself down. Impaling yourself on your wifes cock. Your walls stretch to accommodate your wife's size. As you're sinking down Nat’s hands go back to your hips and she lays back a bit onto the pillows. Your hips finally meeting hers as her cock fills you to the brim. Nat groans as your warm wet walls hug her cock. She can’t help but grind her hips up slightly. 

You start to raise up before lowering yourself back down. Starting to slowly bounce yourself on Nat’s cock. With her grip on your hips she helps you bounce on her. Your moans grow louder the longer you bounce. You can’t get enough of your wifes cock filling your tight little hole. “So good.” You slur your words as you grow fuzzy. 

Nat is enamored as she watches your breast bounce. “Fuck you look so beautiful. God these fucking tits.” Nat lets her hands drift up your body, both hands taking one of your breasts into them as she squeezes. Your head falls back and as your mouth opens in a silent moan. “Maybe I’ll keep breeding your perfect pussy hmm. Keep you pregnant and needy for me all the time. You’re just so beautiful carrying my babies.” You nod your head. “Please.” 

As you bounce and both of your orgasms grow the longer you go. Nat sits herself up moving to wrap her arms around her waist. Your belly slightly in the way of her getting as close to you but still loving the closeness. She plants her feet on the bed and starts to thrust up into you. This elicits a loud moan from the back of your throat which just spurs Nat on more. Her thrust are faster and harder as she pulls you down on her. She watches your face as it contorts in pleasure. 

Nat’s hips continue to drive into you and your moans become whiny the closer you grow to your orgasm. Your walls desperately sucking her further in as she pounds up into you. Nat moves her lips, starting to nip and suck at the skin of your neck. She leaves dark purple marks in her wake. The more desperate you are to cum the more desperate Nat becomes wanting to see you fall apart. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight Malyshka. I bet you want to cum all over my cock. Want me to fill up your needy little hole?” Nat mumbles against your skin. You moan and nod your head. “Please Natty need you so bad.” Your walls clamp tighter around her length as she thrust up into you. You can feel as her thrust become sloppier. She is getting close to the edge just the same as you are. 

You grind your hips as she pulls you onto her cock so desperate for her to finish with you. You're teetering on the edge as your walls clamp around her tightly. Your head falls forward and you do your best to nuzzle into her neck. Slightly whining when you can only get so closer with your belly in the way. “P-Please.” You whimper. Nat smiles. “Cum.” She says in a sultry voice. That’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You cum hard,  your walls spasming around her length as you coat her cock in your juices. You bite her shoulder muffling your moans as she continues to drive her hips up. 

Feeling your walls spasm around her and grip her cock tightly has Nat falling over the edge right after you. She holds you tightly against her as her cock twitches inside of you. Thick ropes of cum painting your walls white. She desperately ruts up into you prolonging both of your orgasms. “So fucking good.” Nat pants against the skin of your shoulder. You hum an agreement with your wife as you slump into her. Her thrust comes to a stop as she holds your grounding you and just letting you feel her. Letting you feel so full of her. 

You both calm down as your breathing goes back to normal. Holding onto one another in a closeness that you always crave. Nat’s cock still buried deep inside you and it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling needy again. Just the feeling of her cock in you has your brain becoming even more fuzzy. You grind your hips and you can feel Nat hardening again inside of you causing her to groan.

Nat looks at the clock and sees that you still have time before you have to pick up your daughter. So she flips your bodies, laying you down on the bed as she looms over you. Slowly starting to thrust into you again. “Let me take care of you detka.” 

So that is what Nat does through your whole pregnancy. She takes care of you and even after the twins are born she is there by your side. Sticking by you and being the best Mama to your little girl and now to your little twin boys. You couldn’t ask for a better wife or mother to your children.

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ho is u shakespeare? that shinsou fic was the SHIT

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NONSENSE PT 3

You can’t stop thinking of Shinsou after your first date.

NSFW, Phone sex, guys this is pure FILFFFTH tw..

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You end up calling Shinsou only an hour later. It’s actually him who calls you first, but you won’t deny the fact that you pick up almost instantly.  

“Hey.” 

His voice sounds a little breathless, and considering the fact he just got home, you assume he’s only just walked through the door, but it immediately makes you smile. You hear some rustling on the other end, a door open and close, and you assume he’s in his bedroom. You’ve set yourself up on your own bed, a Kraft Mac and cheese in your favourite mug and a movie on your laptop.

“So. It’s been a while. How have you been?” You ask and his laugh crackles in the mic.

His laugh that reminds you of his smile, which reminds you of his lips and the way they’d kissed you only minutes before. Your hands drift to where he had grabbed your face and you sit up, trying to calm yourself down.

If you’re being entirely honest with yourself, you feel horny.

You have a rule for yourself. Despite your joke earlier, you have a deal with yourself to never fuck on the first date. You never really know someone properly after one, and especially with university guys, you’d rather get to know them better first. It’s also another little test, to see if they have that perfect mix of disappointment and respect at your denial.

Shinsou hadn’t even suggested at anything crazy, but that kiss had left your stomach coiling with need, and you found that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since. About getting him in your room and your bed. Your roommate wasn’t even home. It would’ve been perfect. 

But you have principles, and even cute guys like Shinsou can’t change them.

“I’m good. I’m home, now. Dropped Eri home. She said she misses you.”

You smile, tucking yourself further under your blankets. “I miss her. And so does Elizabeth.”

You can almost hear Shinsou shaking his head. “Where did she even get a name like that?”

“God knows. Thanks for winning her for me though.”

Shinsou sighs, and you hear noise on the other line. “Well. It was nothing difficult, you know.”

You hum. “It was a great date, though. Plus one and all.”

“Really?”

“Really. I have a rule for myself, and you almost made me break it.”

Fuck. You were not supposed to say that.

“Rule?”

“Anyway! I’m watching a movie. What are you doing?”

“No, no.” Shinsou interrupts. “What rule?”

“No rules. What rules? It’s nothing.” You stammer. 

Shinsou laughs. “Come on, don’t get all shy on me now. What rule?”

You huff. It’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to be weirded out or anything. You’re sure that kiss meant just as much as it did to him with how far his tongue was in your mouth.

“I. Well. I sorta have this rule, that I won’t ever sleep with guy on the first date, but I almost broke it. For you.” You laugh nervously.

You hands cover your face. He’s on speaker now, and the phone is out of sight to your side like it’ll make you feel any less ashamed of the words that just came out of your mouth.

“Come over then. Fuck your rules.”

His voice has dropped, gravelly and mixed with someone else you can’t quite place, and you think you could die listening to it.

Your face flushes at his words. “Shinsou! I-I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

You feel another pang of need. But you won’t. You tell him so and he groans, and you imagine him making that noise in a different setting and you screw your eyes shut.

“I’m always one for a loophole, sweetheart. I have an idea. If you’re interested.”

You wonder if he can feel your arousal from the other line, the way you almost throw your laptop and snacks off your bed. You have some idea what he could want, and you’re already preparing yourself to say yes, untangling your legs from beneath your covers to sit up in your bed.

“I’m interested.”

He hums. There’s a beat of silence, like he’s considering his next words.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is softer now, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “For me.”

“For you?” You still try and find a way to tease him back, but you’re laying back as you speak, already preparing yourself to obey.

“Well, it can be for you too, sweetheart.” He laughs. “Well?”

“Okay.”

You delve into the very back of your bedside table, the dildo you’d bought on an especially lonely night in your hand. Your hoodie, no, Shinsou’s hoodie, is off in a second, and you’re just wearing an old T-shirt and underwear. Shinsou hears the commotion, and he suddenly speaks up.

“No rushing, okay? You’re gonna do what I tell you. All the stuff I would’ve done if I’d have come over tonight.”

Your head falls back against the pillow, and heat pools between your legs. You think you whimper slightly, and you drop the toy on the sheets next to you.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Good girl.”

Oh fuck. You make a noise at the praise, and you can hear the smirk on his voice when he speaks once more. “I’ll remember that for later.”

You sigh. “So? What would you have done if you were coming over tonight?” 

Shinsou thinks for a moment. “Would’ve walked you to mine. Let you in and very respectfully shown you to my couch.”

His words are tame enough, but the anticipation and the thought behind them has you wondering how long it would take for you to get to his place. One of your hands trail mindlessly up and down your stomach as you turn up the volume of your phone to the max.

“I’d have gotten you a drink. Sat you down on the couch just far enough that you’d want to move closer. Would you have moved closer?”

“Yes. I would’ve.”

He hums and you hear a zipper, a rustle of fabric. “That’s good. I’d have moved closer, too. Brushed a hair out of your face. Any excuse to touch you, that gorgeous face.”

He’s not even here, and you’re this worked up. He’s barely even said anything, nothing that suggestive, but you think you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in your entire life. 

“I think- I’d have leaned in. Tried to kiss you.” You whisper.

“Yeah? Well, I would've kissed you back.” He sounds equal parts cocky and flattered, and it makes you want him that much more. You don’t love the noise that you make at that, but you do love the chuckle he makes in response.

“I wanted to kiss you all night. I think if we were anywhere else I’d have you bent over the closest surface. I don’t think I’d have been able to stop if I had gotten just one taste.”

Your hands itch towards your toy, and he tuts, ever perceptive. “Not yet.”

“Fuck, Shinsou.”

“Come on. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You can hear the stupid smirk on his face, and the strangled noise you make is so out of character of you it makes you mad, along with the satisfied sound that he makes, but you’re frankly too turned on to really care right now.

“That’s what I thought. You’d have been good for me at mine too, right? Let me take that shirt off?”

“Yes. Yes.” And in turn you fumble behind you and unclip your bra, and your chest is heaving, aching, begging to be touched.

“Would you let me play with those gorgeous tits?”

“You didn’t even see them.” You try go for teasing but you sound so breathless it’s more degrading to you than anything else.

“Oh, I can imagine. Touch them. Pretend it’s me.”

Finally. Your hands immediately come up, rough and impatient-

“Slowly. Softly, at first. I’d take my time with you.” You groan but you comply, hands almost feather light as you ghost over your nipples.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good. S’good.” You whine. “It’s not enough.”

“Would you get frustrated? Show me how rough you want it?”

You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yes.”

And you don’t wait for the command before you’re pinching roughly, a groan leaving your lips as your hips lift off the bed and the stimulation goes straight to the heat building between your legs.

“That’s it. So good for me.” He coaxes you and another moan leaves your throat. “And what if I slipped those jeans off? Let my hands slide up those beautiful legs?”

“I-I’d let you. Please.”

“Would you be wet?”

“Yes, fuck I’m so wet. Need you, Shinsou.”

“Hitoshi. Call me Hitoshi.”

You do and he curses, and there’s more movement on his end. You wonder what he looks like right now, and you have half a mind to send him your address right now.

“That’s good. I’d give you what you need. You’d need it so badly, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” And you love that his words sound that bit strained, that he’s not as unaffected as you think he’s trying to seem.

“Please, please, Hitoshi.” You whine, and you’re not exactly sure what it is you’re begging for but you know he can give it to you.

“Tell me how wet you are. Just- One finger only.” 

You could put all five in and he’d have no way of knowing. But there’s something so domineering about his voice, and you find yourself obeying instantly. You push past your underwear, shoving them to the side to slip your pointer finger between your folds. And you’re soaked, considering how little has actually happened.

“God, I’m so wet.” You sigh, finger trailing from your slit all the way up to your clit. “So messy.”

And Shinsou groans, a curse slipping past his lips, and the way he sounds just as worked up as you are makes you keen.

“Please. I need to touch myself, Hitoshi.”

“One finger. Put it in and tell me how it feels.” His voice drips with authority and something so commanding you don’t hesitate to listen.

And it barely feels like anything, slipping inside you with no issue, no hesitation and you whine. “Not enough.”

And you remember his hands, remember staring at them while he was manoeuvring the claw machine and you shake your head. “Can I use two? Want it to feel like you, like yours.” You mumble.

“Jesus fuck.” He grunts, and you hear the sound of skin of flesh and you feel a small sense of triumph.

“You were looking at my hands, baby? Go on, fuck yourself with those fingers just like I would. Fuck, would’ve made you cum on my lap before you even thought about getting to touch me. Bet you look so good when you cum. Wish I was there to see it.”

His words are a rambled mess and it only spurs you on. Your fingers thrust in as much of a steady rhythm as you can manage, and you use your thumb to rub messily at your clit, hips bucking off the bed. You don’t think you’ve cum from just your hands in forever, but the voice groaning in your ears sounds so needy, full of so much want and it’s all for you. Your peak gets closer and you moan, and he just keeps talking you through it.

“I want to hear it, okay? You’re gonna come all over those fingers for me and I want to hear it. Tell me when you’re close.” He says.

“So close, Hitoshi, fuck.” You cry.

“Come for me.”

And you do, clenching hard around your fingers, thighs twitching as you rub yourself through it, your moans hot and heavy as they slip out your mouth. You are very glad your roommate is not home, because you can be as loud as you want, as loud as Shinsou wants.

“Shit. You sound so good when you come, fuck-“ He lets out something that sounds feral, and in the haze of your orgasm you’re not afraid to ask.

“Did you-“

“No. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He lets out a deep breath, steeling himself, and as if you didn’t just orgasm, there’s already arousal crawling against your skin once more.

“I bet you’d be so good after you’d just come. So soft and pliant, let me take you to my room. Is that right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’d let you. Want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” Your first orgasm only makes your want grow, anticipating what’s next.

“Aw, you should’ve come back to mine.” He teases, voice soft with something dangerous hidden beneath it. “Hope you have something you can use. I can promise it won’t be as good as the real thing, though.” 

He sounds almost jealous under all the self-assuredness, and your hands immediately fumble for your toy.

“Yeah. I have it.” 

“Good.” You’re already spreading your legs. “But not yet.”

You whine. “But-“

“You really think I’m doing anything before I taste that sweet cunt of yours?”

You stutter, pushing yourself up the sheets. “You- You’d do that?”

Shinsou pauses for a moment. “Nobody ever eaten you out before, baby?”

You shudder at his words. “No- Well yes, but they never really wanted to.”

And when he groans, it’s frustrated this time. “Nobody’s ever made you come on their tongue? Felt those soft thighs clench around their head because of how good they’re making you feel?”

He sounds so matter of fact, like it’s the worst thing in the world, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so wanted in your life.

“Hitoshi- I- I don’t-“

“I’ll give it to you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve to come on my tongue. Go on, touch yourself again.” His encouragement has you immediately complying, and he doesn’t stop.

“Think about it. About me. I’d spread you out on my sheets, make you see stars by the time I’m done with you. Gotta make sure you can take me.”

And the promise of that, of him pushes you closer to the edge. You moan his name over and over like a prayer as he talks you through it, the praise making you melt against your sheets. You’re hot and sweaty and he hums.

“Last one. You’re doing so well. Grab your toy.”

You do, the soft silicone cold in your hand. “It’s not very big.” You laugh slightly, and you can hear his smile.

“I guess we’ll just have to use our imaginations then.”

And you can’t help but grin, because even in a moment like this he’s joking to ease your nerves.

“Go on. Fuck yourself.”

His words are so bold, so vulgar but you don’t care, because you slide the toy inside you and you feel full instantly, the stretch just there but beautifully painful. You groan, relief and arousal all mixed in one. You twitch, still sensitive after your orgasm. 

“Feels so good.” You whimper. Your thrusts are slow and long, just like you imagine he’d do it.

“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” And it’s now you can hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh moving in tandem with you, and you wonder how soaked you must sound for him to be able to keep in time with you.

You know it’s nothing like what he’d actuallly feel like, but you’re so pent up. You’ve been aching for this for god knows how long now that it feels almost perfect, and you buck you hips up for a better angle, to reach deeper. The sound of his shaky breaths in your ear only spur you on. You sound filthy. Whimpers and whines and broken moans falling from you lips as you get faster.

“I can hear you, you know. How wet you are.” He sounds as close as he has all night, voice strained as he practically growls down your ears.

“M’close, Hitoshi. Wanna come with you, please.”

“Fuck, yes, yes. Come for me then, baby, fuck-“

And it’s a messy mix of moans and unintelligible noises as you both climax, and you twitch and squirm and you wonder what he looks like in the throes of his pleasure. If he looks as desperate and finished as you do. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and he curses once more, guttural and spent. You both pant, catching your breath once more.

“Fucking hell. That- Did you-“

“I did.” You say.

And the shyness comes in as your high starts to fade. You feel dirty but in a good way. You think that’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re glad it was with Shinsou of all people.

“So,” and you’re smiling before he can even finish his sentence. “Can I take you out on Friday?”

You hum. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants, Hitoshi.”

And he laughs, loud and boyish and you grin. 

“Well. I am. The rule doesn’t count after two dates right?”

“Correct.”

“Perfect. But.” And he sounds almost shy when he speaks again, like he wasn’t just speaking the most raunchy words you’d ever heard in your life moments ago.

“I like you. A lot. Really like you.”

“Good. I really like you a lot, too.” 

And you’re body aches and your face hurts from smiling too much, but you don’t care. You would amend your first date rule after tonight, but you don’t think you’ll be going on anymore first dates after this.

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guys this is pure SMUTTTTT LIKE omg don’t tell me Shinsou isn’t a freaky boy we all know he is… I acc couldn’t stop thinking of him after I wrote pt2 and when I got thsi ask I knew what had to be done..

I love u all and I hope u love this as much as I did! I literlaly wrote this during my lecture at uni in public so.. do with that information what u will

LOVE U GUYS

[fandomwritingbit]

William Afton x fem reader

Babysitter

A/N: This is a second stab at the babysitter trope because it’s just delightfully filthy, it’s not at all connected to the go I had before (which you can find - here). Also this is my first time writing somnophilia so I hope it’s good. 

Synop: Reader is a regular babysitter for William, one night she stays the night as he is working a late shift. He comes home annoyed and the sight of her asleep is just too tempting.

Warnings: smut, non/dub con, somnophilia, age gap, inappropriate relationship.

You pull the duvet cover up over one of the children you’re babysitting, her voice catching your attention with its whiny tone. “I can’t believe you’re making us go to bed this early.” 

You smile at her and shake your head. “Lizzie, it’s half nine on a school night. You know the rules.” She pouts looking at you with pleading eyes. You know that she just wants to stay up and spend some time with you, it’s not surprising, with two brothers it’s no wonder she wants some time with another girl. She looks up to you and as sweet as it is, you know better than to delay her bed time. 

“Pleease, y/n.” She tries again and you chuckle as you turn on her nightlight then her big light off, coming back over to prop her pillows up. 

“Nope.” You say through a grin, “Now lie down if you want tucking in.” She does, though her dissatisfied expression doesn’t shift. And so, bringing the duvet up under her chin you tuck it tight at her sides, just how she likes, knowing that despite the whinging she’ll be asleep in 10 minutes tops. You stand up and head for her door, stopping just before you leave, “Night night, Lizzie. Remember the quicker you get to sleep the sooner we can make breakfast in the morning.” The little lass smiles and you notice the sleepiness of it even in the low light of the room. 

~

Elizabeth is asleep before you can gather your stuff and lock up downstairs, just as you thought. So you go about checking on Evan asleep in his room as of an hour or so ago, happy to find him still settled. They’re good kids, never any trouble really. You’ve babysat for the Afton kids many times, as a local young lass with a liking for extra pocket money it was a handy job. You would pick the two youngest up from school, take them home and cook dinner, help with homework, all the good stuff. Their dad worked long shifts at his restaurant, so usually you’d stay and put the children to bed, getting yourself home once he’d come back. But tonight was different, Mr Afton had told you he won’t be back til the middle of the night and offered you to spend the night in the spare room; which you took him up on. 

The room is probably the smallest one in the house, not that you mind, it is a double bed with an end table and a chest of drawers. You put your bag on top of it, taking out your wash bag and heading to the bathroom, where you then ready yourself for bed. As it’s only one night you didn’t bring any pjs, only your clothes for the morning, so you strip down to your panties, take off your bra and keep the shirt you’ve been wearing today on, thinking that that should be good enough to sleep in. Yes, it’s revealing but if you need to tend to the kids you can always put your trousers back on. 

You don’t notice your discarded bra, abandoned on the bathroom floor.

Once in bed you set your alarm for seven in the morning, knowing you’ll have to help Mr Afton with the school run tomorrow. Again you don’t mind and you’re paid well for your time. And you like Mr Afton. God, how can you not? Such a handsome bloke, lean and sharp. Smart as anything too, you’ve listened to him talk on the phone, all business, shrewd and confident. Yeah, you like him alright. 

~

William gets home in the early hours, some time after 3am and the happy silence of his home isn’t enough to quell his silent anger. An incident at the restaurant has left him with paperwork up to his nose and a tonne of wasted stock, and with rent and utility on the way he was stressed to all hell. Even after staying nearly all night, there was still some much to do when he went back in tomorrow afternoon, and lord knows Henry won’t be helping much. 

He moves through his house as quiet as he can, careful not to wake anyone up even with his terrible mood. Poking his head in on his children, he smiles in satisfaction at your work. You’re such a good little lass, looking after them so well, you’re more than worth what he pays you. Honestly, the kids love you, even Michael isn’t annoyed by your presence and he couldn’t ask for a prettier thing to be milling around his house. He chuckles at that thought, you’re a damned tease even if you don’t realise it. What with all your tight jeans and shirts that pull away when you bend down, it’s hard for him not to look at you, but so far that’s all he’s done. That and a bit of harmless flirting. 

He pops into the bathroom to wash his face, hoping that will help clear away the stress of the day, except he doesn’t make it as far as the sink. Stopping still at the sight of your bra left on the floor. It’s a surprise to say the least, you’ve never struck him as the black lacy type, least of all when looking after his kids. And especially so given you’re not a careless individual. He grins as he picks it up, rubbing his thumb over the peak of the cup where your nipple would harden at such an action. The image goes straight to his cock, he’d wager you are much too inexperienced to wear such an article.

It would be a shame to just leave it there all night, so he keeps it in his clasp as he leaves the room, a naughty idea crossing his mind. 

But as he passes the spare room that he notices you’ve left the door cracked open. He’s not delusional, he knows it’ll be to hear the kids if they need you, but a very persuasive part of him wonders if you could have left it open for him. After leaving your bra in the bathroom it doesn’t seem outlandish, rather like you’ve left him a trail to follow and he wouldn’t dream of denying that invitation. 

The light from the hall cuts through the room as he cracks it open, his eyes quickly finding your sleeping frame laid on the bed and an almost sinister smirk creeps across his face. Such a lovely girl just laid there, having no clue that he was taking in the sight of you. Whether you did do this on purpose or not is irrelevant to him, there is only so much teasing a man can take.

He stands there in the doorway for a moment listening to the tickly feeling in his chest of doing something he knows he shouldn’t, his silhouette casting a large shadow into the room. It’s a familiar feeling but one that just never dulls. 

Still careful to be silent, William slowly enters the room, reaching behind himself to close the door, the room remaining dimly lit due to a lamppost outside the window. His hands move automatically to the buttons of his shirt, still unsure of what he was going to do even as he took it off, dropping it down to the floor. His belt was harder to take off without the suspect clinking noise but he manages it and his trousers follow suit. Standing over you there with his cock rock hard behind his boxers, he feels like some all powerful monster and it’s just delicious. 

The bed dips as he gets in beside you, lifting the duvet up and scooching in until his chest is pressed against your back, your warmth utterly intoxicating. You stir, a soft sleepy moan leaving your lips that makes his dick twitch. This is wrong in so many ways but he doesn't care, especially when his cold hand finds your leg, tracing up to the soft skin of your thigh and groaning when he feels the fabric of your panties. Though he skims over them for now, eager to feel more of you. It’s so easy for him to reach up under that shirt, trailing up over your stomach whilst softly grinding his stiffness into your behind, the knowledge of no bra making precum coat the tip of his cock. 

A cold hand grabs your breast, gently squeezing your flesh before taking your nipple between his fingers and tugging it lightly, it hardens instantly which makes him grin wolfishly. You again stir, arching your back into him, your behind rubbing against his erection. Your body subconsciously leans into the touch so he can’t help but give you what you want, largely because it’s what he needs.

So he shifts position, lifting your leg forwards to gain access to the part of you that was calling for him. He traces over your clothed pussy, brushing over your clit a few times and feeling your body tense with the slight stimulation.  

“Is that what you like, sweetheart huh?” He whispers, his breath spreading goosebumps along your skin, it doesn’t wake you but it’s close to. The throbbing of his cock makes him want you to notice. From there he slides his fingers under the fabric, immediately finding your core slick and gooey, he glides them through your folds, gradually becoming more risky with how he grinds his hips into you. The stimulation makes you moan, your eyes fluttering open and body instinctively trying to pull away, but he holds you firm, his other arms sliding under you to clamp over your mouth, disguising the sounds that tear from your throat. 

He shushes you repeatedly, his voice low in your ear, “Shush, sweetheart. It’s alright.” You’re ravaged by confusion, unable to tell if this was real, the fingers coated in your slick teasing your entrance and rubbing your clit felt achingly so, but how could this happen- it couldn't possibly be happening. 

You groan something into his hand and he briefly pulls it away enough to hear you, prompting you to say it again with a hum. Your brows are knitted as you speak, still trying to pull yourself away from him and the growing feeling building in your core. “...Mr Afton?” He grins into the back of your neck when you say his name like that.

“Yes, lovely.” 

You moan as his fingers find a perfect rhythm on your clit rubbing it vigorously and making the coil in your stomach tighter by the minute. “What… what are you doing?” It’s hard to speak, you’re so shocked that he’s doing this, that you’re living through it right now and that it feels so good. 

He doesn’t answer you, just chuckles into your skin, you aren’t riving away from him anymore but rather grabbing at the quilt now sticking to your sweaty skin, unable to decide if you want all this to stop or if you need him to continue. Your lower stomach is riddled with knots that are just begging to snap, the sensation completely overwhelming. You’re moaning pathetically, causing him to shush you again, you sound so good right now he’s dying to relieve himself somehow and just rubbing against you isn’t enough anymore, not when he knows how sweet and wet you are for him. And just, just as you’re screwing your eyes up ready to slam into your climax he stops, leaving your pussy twitching on the brink of your end. 

“Mr Aftonnn.” You whine, devastated that ecstasy was ripped from your tongue and desperate to feel it again. He moves behind you, pulling down his boxers enough to let his cock out, hissing as he strokes himself. You feel him pressing against your behind, then the stickiness of his precum smearing on your skin. 

“You gonna let me fuck that sweet little pussy?” The sound of his voice is so insanely dirty it has your head spinning, you nod, not remembering that he can’t see you. “Huh?” He prompts again, sliding his cock between your legs, the head notching against your entrance in such a way that it almost makes you jump.  

“Yes. Please.” You manage your voice hazy with tiredness and arousal, he doesn’t wait a moment, pressing himself inside the size of him stretching you to accommodate him. You whimper before he even gets to the hilt, your hands balled up in the sheets. 

He groans, sniggering slightly at how good you feel around him and unable to resist he starts fucking you. It’s an earth-shatteringly slow pace that has his tip pressing flush into your sweet spot, each time feeling like he was stealing the air from your lungs. The bed creaks with the movement, though he only just notices over the pretty sounds you’re making. You can’t help it, your orgasm is raising its head almost immediately and you want it so bad that you’re begging incoherently, grabbing at his hand which has found itself squeezing your breasts. And despite trying to keep the noise down his pace grows faster and more needy, the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking him in becoming more frequent. He’s muttering the dirtiest of things in your ear, mixed in with praise for how good you feel and how well you’re doing.  And it’s too much. Shuddering you hit your climax hard, muscles tensing as your wall clamp down around him and fluttering in the most perfect way. 

He grunts, fucking you more selfishly as your tightness begs him to cum. His pace wavers before he does shoving himself as deep as possible as he bursts inside you, filling you up without thinking. You gasp a little, still reeling from your orgasm but still aware enough to feel the sensation of his cum leaking out of you as he pulls out, leaving your cunt twitching. 

“Such a good girl.” 

[dxxdhood]

take care

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: when you have a bad day at work, jason knows just the way to help you unwind.

tags: smut (18+), dom!jason todd, sub!reader, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, massages

wc: 2.1k

No matter what you try to tell yourself, you can’t stop crying. Ever since you woke up this morning, it feels like life has been throwing you the worst possible things to deal with– people being casually rude to you, your boss expecting unreasonable amounts of work done. After finally falling into bed, you completely lose it, sobbing so hard your body starts shivering. 

Jason won’t be back for another couple of hours at least, and usually that’s enough time for you to unwind from work, but today you can’t stomach the thought of doing anything. Instead, you slip into sleep while the tears are still fresh on your face. 

There’s a warm pat on your shoulder, and for a second, the bliss of sleep follows you from your nap into reality. But all too soon, you remember the day you’ve had and the tenseness from earlier sinks back into you.

“Hey,” Jason whispers, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You alright?”

“Yeah– I’m,” You shake your head, stumbling across the half of the blanket that’s made it on the floor as you walk to the bathroom. “I’m just really tired. I’m going to shower, I forgot to earlier.”

You catch Jason’s concerned look from the corner of your eye, but you try not to stress about how you’re worrying him. As soon as the door closes behind you, you grip the bathroom counter and look at your reflection.

You’re so exhausted you look sick, but you don’t want to bother Jason with your own worries right now. When he’s not on patrol, he’s always researching more ways he can stop crime and minimize conflict. Really, he doesn’t have a ton of time of his own to relax, so you really shouldn’t burden him with your feelings. 

After a half-hearted shower, you toss on a T-shirt and shorts before walking towards the living room. Jason’s lounging on the couch, and he waves you over to watch a movie– Pride & Prejudice 2005.

“Oh? What’s the occasion?” You say, trying for cheerful.

“Just thought we could use something familiar,” He says, placing a blanket on top of you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m still going to need you to explain half of what’s going on, I can’t keep up with all the characters.”

“That’s why we’re watching it,” He kisses your cheek. “I just tricked you into listening to me ramble about my favorite book.”

You giggle, and for a second you almost feel light enough to enjoy the moment. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re forgetting something, though, and when it hits you, you nearly kick the blanket off of you.

“Shit! I didn’t make anything for dinner!”

“Hey, hey,” Jason moves his hand to rub the back of your neck. “It’s okay, I got something going in the oven.”

You settle back into your place on the couch, but you feel terrible. It was your turn to make dinner today since you got off your shift first. You can’t believe you let yourself fall asleep instead! Jason doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, he just cuddles into your side further as you both watch the camera pan around Elizabeth Bennett. 

Suddenly, it hits you. You know how to make up for worrying him and forgetting about dinner. At first, you subtly try and bring your hand under the blanket, feeling around until you find his thigh. When you make contact, Jason gives you a look, trying to gauge whether or not it was intentional. You give him a cheeky smile as you continue.

Jason settles into the couch, just laying back and allowing you to do what you want, still figuring out why you’re suddenly in the mood. You run your nails against the inside of his thigh, lightly at first before digging in just a little, knowing he likes it a little rough.

You finally palm him through his shorts and he lets out a small gasp. His shoulders seem to fall back and you swear you can see some of the tension Jason always carries around leaving him. Carefully, you wrap your hand around his cock, and you lazily stroke him through the fabric as he exhales through his nose. You’re about to crawl under the blanket to take off his shorts when Jason grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you up to face him.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.”

“Huh? Don’t you want me to,” you gesture to his lap instead of letting your words trip you up. “I mean, I just started now, so I should really–”

“What are you talking about?” Jason shakes his head, his fluffy hair shifts with him.

“Look, I–” You massage your forehead, trying to work through some of your anxiety. “I was going to do something for you, Jason, so just let me–”

Jason slides his hand from your shoulder across your arm until he’s supporting your hand, bringing it in so he can kiss your knuckles.

“You’re always doing stuff for me,” He whispers. “Let me return the favor.”

The speed at which you break eye contact and begin fiddling with the blanket speaks volumes to Jason. You gulp as he lowers your hand, careful not to overstep. You know that if you say the word, the two of you can stop and go back to watching the movie in front of you. But still, no matter how much residual stress keeps bothering you, you want to know what Jason has in mind for you.

“Yes,” you say.

“What?” Jason leans in, not having heard you the first time.

“Yeah–” you try to fight against your own embarrassment at accepting the invitation. “I’d like you to… take care of me.”

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence before Jason bursts into giggles. You have the sense to feel offended, but he quickly wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your shoulder.

“God, lighten up, will you? You sound so serious, it’s not that big a deal.”

Immediately you fail at keeping a straight face, and although you really don’t want to give him the win, you end up letting out a snort.

“Alright, come on,” He taps your back. “Lay on your stomach.”

“What’re you doing?” You ask, even though you’re already maneuvering into position, tossing the blanket off the couch in the process.

“Just trust me, okay? Relax, I’ve got you.”

Jason’s hands are warm when they reach your back. You take in a small inhale, not quite sure what you were expecting. He moves his hands softly at first, just stroking the skin of your back and shoulders to get you accustomed to the feeling. As soon as you start getting comfortable, he starts applying the slightest bit of pressure, kneading at your shoulder muscles.

A sound escapes you that you’re not proud of, and though you’re certain Jason is smirking, you refuse to turn around and see it. Sighing into the couch cushions, you close your eyes and let yourself fade into the feeling. Jason moves downward, massaging your back in slow motions, carefully running his knuckle down the small of your back. It’s incredible, more than, but it doesn’t feel like nearly enough.

“You can press harder, you know.”

He huffs, “See, I was thinking that, but if I hurt you right now I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself.”

Jason has a talent for saying things like that, things that make you melt no matter what’s running through your head. To his credit, he tries, kneading out all the knots across your back, but still with lighter pressure than you would’ve given to yourself.

“Is that alright?” He asks. “You want me to keep going?”

You hum, already starting to sink into the feeling. Jason continues, hands roaming all across your back. Your eyes start to close and you can feel yourself slipping into sleep before a hand starts to move down your body, gently feeling up your ass.

“Okay?” Jason says.

“Okay–” and as soon as you respond, he kneads the sore muscles in your upper thighs and ass, and although it causes a part of you to completely melt into the cushions, a part of you feels like you’ve just had a fire lit within you.

“Jason,” you start. “If you keep going, I might… uh–”

“No, you can say it,” he whispers as he leans in, covering your body with his own so you can feel his breath across your cheek. “Tell me what I do to you.”

“Shit–” you bury your head into the couch, but Jason carefully sets hand on your head and helps you make eye contact with him. 

“Talk to me,” his voice drops low. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

He places a hand on top of one of yours resting in front of you. You flip your hand over and interlock your fingers with his. A barely audible exhale escapes from Jason as he gives your hand a squeeze.

“I want you to finger me.”

He’s smirking as he kisses your cheek, his lips trailing lower to your jawline before you even have time to register his movements. It’s like a switch has flipped in him, like he’s finally allowing himself to let loose for your sake. Like all he ever wants is to make you feel good if only you’ll allow him to.

The hand not holding yours moves from your ass to your inner thigh, softly rubbing circles only centimeters away from your slit. He catches you closing your eyes again, getting lost in the comfort around you and he gives your upper thigh a pinch. 

You give a small shout, and Jason uses the opening to slot two fingers in your mouth. He doesn’t even need to give the command, you’re already sucking him on instinct. Always efficient, Jason unclasps your hands to reach for the lube in the side table drawer while you’re distracted. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop.

“Are you ready, baby?” 

“Because I can keep going if you’re not ready–” he pretends, as if he didn’t have a perfect view of your signal.

You nod, but your head is still mostly shoved against the surface of the couch.

“Jason! Fucking go!”

He snickers as lubes his fingers before gently working one in. How typical, even when he’s being nice, he still can’t help but be a tease. His pace is slow but thorough, working himself all the way into your heat before sliding out, only to rush back whenever you seem to get used to the sensation. 

Already being relaxed from the massage must be getting to you, because as soon as you stretch to accommodate his second finger, your breathing starts to quicken. He speeds up slightly, moving to kiss the spot between your jaw and neck, nibbling a small mark despite knowing it’s in the perfect spot to be seen.

He finally starts hitting the spot inside of you where he’s needed, and you almost yelp in relief.

“Faster,” you sigh, and gratefully, Jason listens. He quickens his pace, hitting inside of you with accuracy, and leaning on top of you now to better the angle. You can feel the planes of his chest against your back, and the warmth radiating off of him causes your face to heat up.

“Ah–” you start, and Jason is able to get it out before you can.

“You’re close?” 

This time when you nod your head, he accepts your answer and continues the same speed and intensity. He uses his other hand to grip you by the shoulder and force your head up so he can hear your gasps. Jason moves his head close to your ear again, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he whispers, “Come for me.”

You groan, naturally wanting to bury your cries into the cushions, but Jason’s grip stops you. The casual show of his strength has you thrusting back towards his fingers, and he dutifully works you through your orgasm until you’re finished.

He flips you so you don’t end up falling asleep with your airflow cut off, and under his observant gaze you finally stop trying to cover yourself up. You flash your teeth, and Jason rubs the curve of your cheek with his thumb before slipping off the couch to get a towel to clean up.

[loggiepj]

lizzie

Summary: just an angsty one shot story 😂✌🏳️‍🌈

"TOM SAID she had been using Rooney to gain more credits to her work, always insisting to come along Rooney when she's in film productions, pretending she was only supporting her then girlfriend just so she could give her scripts to producers. And she did this while cheating on her behind her back."

You bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting into tears, hand on your chest, slipping to your collarbone then up to your neck as you willed yourself to breathe.

"That's awful," you heard Lizzie's beautiful voice slurring through the confines of the comfort room, through the door of the cubicle you were trapped in. "I can't believe she could do such a thing. She was so sweet and all, I thought . . . I thought—"

"Oh, we thought so too, Liz," another person chimed in, "but don't be easily fooled. I heard Rooney's lawyer will be filing a case against her sometime soon."

Your other hand went to embrace yourself, clutching against the side of your sweater as you might lose it.

"It was a risk on the producer's part to still include her in this film," said another, "knowing her reputation."

In the following silence, you could hear Elizabeth's sigh. "God, I wouldn't have known."

It was complete torture, having to listen through it all, having to witness how someone you had grown close to in the past few weeks could crush you down in an instant. Five minutes and thirty seven seconds, to be exact.

As if the gods above had acknowledged you had suffered enough, they eventually left the comfort room and began discussing about the next scenes as they walked through the door.

When you heard the door shut close, you broke down. The kind of cry where you seemed to be running out of air to breathe, as if you had been clawing your insides until there's nothing left. You didn't think it was possible to cry for someone like this. You felt like a kid, but you couldn't wail louder since anyone could just walk into the toilet.

The gossips you had endured during highschool, about you being gay, had nothing in comparison to what just happened. Especially the one who was involved was someone special to you. And it felt worse coming from her. To think that Lizzie would actually believe them, believe the rumors circulating about you. To think that she could be different from others. But you'd thought wrong.

It all started with Rooney. She was an actress you fell in love with when you got to work with her and Tom in Carol movie. You had been together with Rooney for almost six years. And yet for one simple action, a drunk crewmate kissing you on the lips inside the producer's room, mistaking you as his girlfriend, Rooney threw everything.

It was all one big misunderstanding. One night, you were just making love. The next, you weren't allowed to enter the penthouse you were both staying, considering Rooney owned that unit and you gave up yours when you moved in with her.

Her sister, Kate, the ever merciful one, contacted you afterwards the sudden eviction, saying that she would try to persuade Rooney to be at least forgiving to let you stay for the meantime while you were looking for another place to live.

But that didn't happen. After that incident, rumors of you cheating started to spread around in the industry, some were exaggerated to give that appeal. And no one trusted you anymore, that you would only use people to your own benefit.

If you weren't only friends with the director of the current film you were working with, you wouldn't have any project.

And then you met Elizabeth Olsen.

You can call me Lizzie, by the way, was what she said when the two of you first talked.

Lizzie had a very distinctive and elegant appearance. She had fair skin, light brown hair, and expressive eyes that were usually a striking green. She was almost an inch taller than you, but if she wore heels, you'd always look up to her whenever the two of you were talking.

You knew her from her massive role as Wanda Maximoff in Marvel Universe films, and you even used to idolize her as someone who's good in everything, no matter what genre the film she was in.

And you both just instantly clicked, like you were made for each other. You could talk to her for hours and hours through the production days, either before the filming would start, during breaks or at the end of the day. She would also share everything to you, with enthusiasm to your mutual interests, as if you were long-time friends. She looked at you without judgment, making you wonder if she knew about the rumors, the one thing that could destroy this newfound promising relationship. Knowing Lizzie wasn't into social media and stuff was what kept you asleep most nights.

You had even asked her to a date that weekend and you both enjoyed it to the fact that she almost invited you inside her nearby apartment when you gave her a ride home. There was this kind of feeling you feel whenever she was around, sometimes butterflies, sometimes longing.

But everything crumbled down when a newcomer saw the two of you flirting with each other.

YOU SPLASHED some cold water into your face as you prepared yourself to face the outside world, hoping it wasn't that obvious that you were just crying seconds ago.

When you went back to the studio to get some work done, you saw Lizzie on one corner practicing some lines with her co-star.

Maybe you were only overthinking it. Maybe she would see you through, talk to you about it, listen to your side of the story. But when you approached them, they only went silent.

"Hey," you greeted, trying to diminish any awkwardness.

"Hi Y/n," Lizzie replied with a smile, "we're just quickly rehearsing for the next scene."

"Oh, okay, sorry to bother you both," you said, "I'll just talk to you later then."

She only smiled back as she went back to her script. You would have just let it go if it weren't for the fact that she would always choose to talk to you.

LATER was no different as you went to knock against the door of her trailer upon hearing Lizzie's laughter inside. Abruptly, the laughters died, and you swore you could hear shushing. When her friend opened the door the second time you knocked, said friend only told you Lizzie wasn't in there even when you knew she was.

THROUGH the days that followed, it was slowly sinking in that maybe they got her too. That Lizzie believed them too.

You tried to give Lizzie the benefit of the doubt. That maybe she was only busy, knowing the most critical scenes were being shot. But you had probably sent her a lot of messages to which Lizzie had only replied words fewer and bland as compared to the older ones she had sent you.

WHEN you tried to approach Lizzie during one of the breaks, surprising her with your favorite cheesecake she said she liked, she thanked you rather hurriedly.

"Thanks, Y/n," she said. "You shouldn't have."

"It's fine," you said back, brushing her off as she tried to return the box to you. "I was in the area earlier when I passed by the store, and I remembered you wanting to eat another slice of it."

What was redness that you used to see adorned on Lizzie's cheeks, was inexistent as she hesitantly accepted the gift. You could tell she was sporting a smile you had seen her do whenever she was uncomfortable during interviews.

It gave you the kick to stop whatever this was you were doing. You then decided not to torture her anymore with how forward you were. It was clear she didn't want anything to do with you. That you were just mere friends in passing. That that date was only that. Nothing more.

"Lizzie!" someone called her from afar, apparently saving her from this awkward interaction. Saving you both.

"Shoot, sorry, Y/n," she said with an apologetic smile. "I have to leave, but thank you again for this. You're too sweet for this world."

You forced a huge smile her way. "Yeah, no worries. See you later."

BUT YOU had avoided her later. You had avoided them. And through the days that followed, you began distancing yourself from the cast and crew, knowing now what they had been talking behind your back. You just went to the studio to help work with the script then went back straight home. No more small talks in the hallway as you passed by them, occasionally wearing a hoodie over your face, wishing it was Harry Potter's cloak of invisibility.

At nights, you stared at the photos of the two of you together during production and even that one dinner date you had at a private restaurant, wondering how two individuals went from these to complete strangers.

You couldn't help but wonder if Lizzie has missed you at all. But when you glanced at her from a distance whenever you couldn't avoid not coming to the studio, laughing and making vlog with her co-stars and makeup artists, you could feel she was glad she dodged a bullet that was you. That she almost went out with someone like you, someone who couldn't be trusted.

You had even stopped eating your favorite cheesecake, knowing it would only remind you of her. Lesson learned. Never suggest your favorites to anyone.

THAT was when you started hanging out with Emma Watson, whom you had gotten closer as you were part of her writing crew in another film you were working for.

She had well defined cheekbones and chocolate brown eyes. But what stood out the most was her English accent. Sometimes, you just wanted to listen to her talk all day.

Emma already knew the rumors about you, and called them bullshit. Maybe it was the British in her, but she told you she didn't care about anyone's past other than first impressions. Besides, if she weren't a fan of your works, she wouldn't have given a chance to know you.

When she revealed to you she liked girls too, you grew more comfortable around her.

You also started to make friends with the other film's crew, and maybe that was what you needed, what you were missing. You no longer felt sad or lonely whenever you were around them. And having to fit two jobs in a day, it felt different having something to look forward to whenever you finished working for Lizzie's film. Good kind of different.

"WAIT, you're already leaving? Are you not going with us?" your director friend asked the moment he saw you packing things up, preparing to leave.

"What do you mean?"

"Liz invited the whole cast and crew for a housewarming party at her new house," he replied.

You had no idea but who were you to receive first invitation from her in the first place. You were a nobody.

"Oh I . . . I actually am needed to get this edit reviewed," you said, easily making up an excuse. Although technically, it wasn't a lie.

"That's a bummer. I was pretty sure Liz said to invite you too." He sighed. "Well, don't work yourself too hard, Y/n."

You only smiled back as you left, staying out of sight from others, keeping distance away from the lobby where you could see the whole cast chatting as they waited for the car service to get to Lizzie's house. And for a brief moment, you caught sight of the woman who once captured your heart, broke it and left to rot. Elizabeth looked so beautiful and fresh even after a day's production, and she was wearing that jacket she stole from you that very first day.

"HAVE you ever loved someone?"

You had been staring at your notifications, watching for what seemed like hours at Lizzie's messages asking where you were and why you weren't at her housewarming party.

You didn't even noticed Emma had asked you a question until she nudged your shoulder.

"Sorry, what?" you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket.

"I asked if you've ever loved someone? Any lovers? Girlfriends? Boyfriend? Flings?" she asked teasingly, "It's just I haven't seen you around with anyone."

"I mean, you've heard the rumors—"

"Fuck all the rumors, I'm not blind, Y/n," Emma interrupted. "You're actually gorgeous. It could cause a scandal."

Avoiding the girl's gaze, you laughed at her. "What are you suggesting?"

There was complete silence, making you look back at Emma deep in thoughts.

"What do you say about you becoming my girlfriend?"

"What?"

"It's just for PR stuff and all," she reasoned. "And for promoting this movie."

"Promoting? They'd hate you. They'd hate me more."

"At least, it would be a distraction from the public. I haven't actually come out as gay but I've provided signs, yet people just turn a blind eye. And this will help confirm my sexuality. If they hated me for dating the rumored you, they'd hate me less for being gay."

You fell silent as you thought about it.

"My PR manager will pay you, of course. You're saving up for a house, right? I want to help you."

Then she looked at her hands on her lap, nervous. "Besides, you're the only one I felt comfortable doing this with." She then glanced back at you. "So . . . Are you with me?"

WHEN you started going out with Emma publicly, the photos of you together holding hands in public immediately spread through the news and gossip channels. You started to become famous, more on the bad side though, of how you were only using Emma again for your selfish reasons and how stupid Emma was for dating you.

At least, there were only a few articles about how disappointed they were Emma turned out to be gay. People were more disappointed she was dating a parasite.

IT WAS almost a month after when you received a missed call from your ex girlfriend Rooney. And she had called you multiple times until you blocked her number. And when she figured out you blocked her, she sent you numerous emails.

Emma was with you as you anxiously worked through the next scene's script.

"You okay?" Emma asked, her hand on your shoulder made you jump on your seat. "Sorry."

"It's okay," you managed to reply.

"What are you worrying about?"

You hesitated, frown growing deeper. "It's just . . . I think my ex girlfriend will finally end my career."

"How?"

"She's going to file a case against me," you said, almost in tears.

"Is that what you think she's going to do?" She chuckled softly.

"What are you giggling about? It's not funny."

"Sorry," she went on still laughing, "but you have to see this."

Apparently, Rooney had posted a public apology addressed to you, clearing you out, redeeming your image, and admitting it was her jealousy that ended your relationship, that she was willing to destroy her career in exchange for yours. And that she wanted so badly to talk to you if you'd only let her.

It felt like a relief as you saw the ones who reposted the post, as you read the comments from people defending you and supporting you, that Emma was a better choice than Rooney. It felt like the weight of the world was taken off your shoulder.

Emma then wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest. And she only let you.

Some weeks later, Emma asked you out on a date. A real date, saying she was willing to try. Maybe it was Rooney's post that made her trust you. Maybe she was just scared. But you also wanted to try it with her.

Rooney eventually stopped contacting you. The damage has already been done. One day, you may be able to forgive her. But never to forget.

MAYBE the public apology was what made Lizzie finally approached you during the last few days in the production. She brought you a gift, the cheesecake that used to be your favorite. Now, you didn't like how too sweet it was, wanting nothing more than to savor Cornish pasty introduced by your girlfriend Emma.

"Hey, Y/n," she greeted. "I . . . I brought you this."

"Thank you, Lizzie," you said, accepting with haste.

There was awkward silence as she placed her hands inside the pockets of her jeans. "Last day, huh? You want to go for sushi later? My treat."

And maybe it really was the public post Rooney made that made her finally talk to you, as if she was still the same person she was the first time you met. And as if you were still interested in her as you were months ago.

"Sorry, I have to meet Em for dinner tonight," you said, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine, it's fine," she said, brushing you off with a forced chuckle. "So, it's true you two are dating, huh?"

You nodded, avoiding the brunette's gaze. "Yeah, it is."

"She doesn't know how lucky she is."

You paused, wondering why you were no longer feeling any butterflies in your stomach whenever she was around. "I'm the lucky one, actually. Goodnight, Elizabeth."

"G-Goodnight, Y/n."

Like you said, the damage was already done.

[steddieas-shegoes]

come together

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'together'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 784 words | cw: elizabeth is back for a minute | tags: established relationship, blowjobs, handjobs, implied anal sex

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Steve’s mouth is busy when the doorbell rings.

Worse yet, it’s busy in a way that it hasn’t been in nearly a week and he needs this.

Eddie tugs on his hair to pull him off his cock.

“C’mon, let me see who it is,” he leans down to kiss the corner of Steve’s mouth and somehow manages to tuck his leaking cock into his pants. Steve whines. “I’ll just be a second.”

Steve waits on his knees in their bedroom, hard and desperate to be full, in any way at all. He considers shoving his fingers in his ass to dull the ache, when Eddie comes rushing back into the room.

His face is beet red and he’s shaking.

Steve is immediately on his feet. “Is Rory okay?”

“Rory’s fine. As far as I know,” Eddie says as he throws a shirt on.

“Then what’s wrong?” Steve follows him, throwing the first shirt he sees on. It’s probably not his considering he never put one on after his workout.

“Your ex-wife is here.”

Steve freezes. She hasn’t been to this house since…well, since she signed over her rights as Rory’s other parent so Eddie could adopt her.

That was three years ago.

“Why the hell is she here? Did you open the door? Is she inside?” Steve doesn’t know what this could be about, but he’s not happy about the interruption no matter what.

“She’s standing outside. I saw it was her and came back,” Eddie pulls Steve to him and kisses the top of his head. “You want me to leave or stay?”

“Stay. Whatever she has to say can be said in front of you.”

They both walk to the front door, but Eddie hangs back, lets Steve lead this interaction.

“Elizabeth.” Steve’s voice is flat. “You still have my number, right?”

“I do,” she nods.

“Oh good. So you chose not to use it to let me know you were coming by?”

Eddie absolutely loves when Steve doesn’t hold back on his bitchiness. He has to remind himself that getting hard again right now would be a distraction he can’t afford to have.

It’s not that he really cares what Elizabeth thinks of him. He just doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s ruined his day.

“I was in the area and wanted to get this checked off my list,” she explains. “May I come in?”

“Do you need to?”

God, Eddie is actually going to sink to his knees. Steve is so hot when he gets like this.

“I wanted to discuss Rory’s trust fund.”

Eddie’s heart stops. When Elizabeth signed her rights away, she agreed that Rory would get to keep her trust fund, and she would continue to put money into her college fund until she turned 18. It’s not that Rory needs them, but it would be shitty of her to retract those promises now.

“If you don’t want her to have it, then-”

“No. I wanted to let you know I’m getting a divorce and my accountant has recommended I transfer it to you until she’s 21.”

Steve does well holding back his shock at her announcement, but Eddie knows he doesn’t hide it. His jaw is practically on the floor.

“He can’t take the trust fund,” Steve states.

“No, but any assets I have possession of will be included in the settlement. I don’t want it as a factor in the alimony.”

Eddie’s eyes are like saucers.

“Alimony? Did you cheat?”

“The man is old. I wasn’t getting what I needed. It’s not like he never cheated.”

Eddie is so glad Steve got away from her quickly.

“Right. Well, send me the paperwork and I’ll have my lawyer look it over. Thanks for stopping by.”

He slams the door and locks it, and Eddie is on him before he even hears footsteps walking away. He pushes Steve against the door and pulls his pants down fast enough that it nearly makes Steve fall forward.

“Jesus, Eds.”

“You are so fucking hot. Please let me fuck you,” Eddie begs.

“Here?” Steve laughs.

“Right here. Don’t even care if she hears.”

Steve smirks and pulls his shirt off– Eddie’s pajama shirt– and leans back against the door.

“Better get to it, then.”

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and uses his brain for a second. “I’m like, really close. I’m not gonna make it through opening you up.”

Steve laughs, and it may sound mean, but Eddie shivers.

Eddie’s pants are dropped almost as quickly as Steve’s were and Steve’s hand is wrapped around them both before Eddie can even offer to help.

“We’ll come together now, but you’re fucking me against this door after.”

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Love's Second Chance: A Holiday Reunion - Chapter 13

Summary: Joel wakes up surprised with how comfortable he is with what happened between him, Negan and Y/N the night before. They get lost in one another once again and his feelings for Negan begin to grow even more complicated.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC), Negan Smith, Elizabeth, Peter, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60501985/chapters/156444685

Warnings: 18+, swearing, smut, SPOILERS AHEAD DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED. MMF Threesome, two men doing much more than kissing, heavy touching between two men, dirty talking, unprotected ps in v, etc.

Notes: Yeah, I'm going to stress again SPOILERS two men are very much involved with each other in this chapter and it's another chapter where the three of them have another threesome together. So yeah. Pre-warned.

After what happened last night? Joel never expected that he would find himself actually comfortable in bed with both Y/N and Negan. During the night, Joel was the last one to truly fall asleep. Negan of course was the first one out, but Y/N followed not incredibly long after. Although he was at ease and happy, there were a lot of unanswered questions that were swirling around in his head. What was nice though is that eventually, those feelings subsided and Joel had no idea when he had fallen asleep. But it was a good sleep. A deep sleep that left him feeling amazing. Having Y/N fall asleep in his arms was not something he had in a very long time, but he liked it. That warmth and knowing that he was wanted there? Well nothing beat that. He didn’t realize how much he had truly missed holding Y/N in his arms until last night. And it wasn’t something that he was eager to get rid of.  It may have been morning, but he liked where he was and he had no intentions of moving.

Back when he was married to Y/N, Joel toward the end of their relationship hadn’t been much of a cuddler. Sure, when they were younger he had a hard time letting her go. They were always cuddling. Joel had been addicted to her during the first two thirds of their relationship. Always wanting her to be near. Maybe it was the idea that he was so afraid of losing her that kept him clinging to her. He had lost so much growing up that he was worried about the idea of losing her. But toward the end of their relationship? It was hard for Joel to show affection for her. He knew that he was cold. But it was because of that depression that settled into him. Even when he was with Tess, Joel never showed any kind of that. It was Tess that would hold him at night, eager to be close to him. But here? Joel didn’t know why he ever let things like this stop. This felt so nice.

Now that he laid there with his eyes closed, it gave Joel time to think about their past. Back when they were married, Joel remembered Y/N begging him for this. So touch starved by him that she would literally plead with him to hold her at night. Really, he should have never denied her of that. Human touch was an amazing thing. Just to be hugged or held felt amazing. And laying in his arms, Joel knew that Y/N was comfortable. She felt safe. That’s what she always told him when they were younger. Joel made her feel safe. Like nothing could ever hurt her. But then he did. And the loneliness had set in. Joel slept at his side of the bed and she had hers. Looking back on things now, Joel wished he could time travel to correct his shitty behavior. Y/N was the best thing that happened to him. Most of his life he had felt an emptiness that he couldn’t quite explain, but she was the one thing other than the children that made him feel like he wasn’t alone.

In his arms, Y/N moved slightly. It made him worry because he wasn’t ready to let go of that warmth. Unhurriedly, his eyes fluttered to an open. At first, things were blurry around the room. The only thing he could make out was the sun filtering in from the large windows that were behind his back. Everything else was just shadowed shapes. Adjusting his hips, Joel slid in closer toward Y/N snuggling her tightly. The movement had the sheets tugging at his waist prompting them to slide further down his naked body.

Lazily lifting his head, Joel stared out across the bed to see that Y/N’s head was resting in over Negan’s chest. By the sounds of Negan’s breathing, Joel could tell that Negan was still sleeping. His chin was cuddled in against the top of Y/N’s head. Smirking, Joel realized that where his arm was wrapped around Y/N, her fingers were firmly hooked with his. They had been holding hands all night long since she had fallen asleep.  

Taking advantage of the moment, Joel slid forward. Pressing gentle kisses over her shoulder that was exposed. Using his free hand, he lifted it to press her hair aside to help aid him in dragging his kisses over the side of her neck. Pampering her flesh with slow, wet kisses had her breathing changing and her body shifting.

“Mornin’” Joel slurred, his southern accent thicker with it being the morning. A long sigh fell deep from within Y/N, her fingers squeezing tighter to his alerting him that she was in fact awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Warm,” she answered with a yawn enjoying the way that it felt between both Joel and Negan. Both of them produced a large amount of heat. They felt so very different, but it was a nice sensation to wake up to. A gasp escaped her with Joel pressing his hips forward, grinding up against her from behind. Releasing his hand, she reached back to press her fingers in over his naked hip. “Joel.”

“Sorry,” he snickered against her flesh, leaving a small bite at her shoulder. Having him pretend like he didn’t purposely do that was just silly. “It’s morning. He can’t help it. It was a hard night for him. All he could think about was being inside the warm home he thinks he should always be in.”

“God,” she muted her laugh that tried to escape her throat. Rolling her eyes, she stole a look back at Joel who seemed thoroughly amused with what he had just said. “Well then he should have just put himself back in there last night and stayed there.”

“That was an option?” Joel stammered, his eyebrows bouncing up getting her to let out another entertained laugh. “Well shit, why didn’t you tell me that? I would have taken advantage of that from the start.”

“Stop,” she was doing her best to still be quiet, biting down on her bottom lip. Knowing that Negan was still sleeping kept her from going back and forth with Joel in that moment. “What time is it?”

Stretching out her body, Y/N released what sounded like a squeak and it had Joel smiling. That was something that she did since she was a kid. When she’d do a full body stretch, somehow that sound always escaped her.

Dropping her head back down, she could tell that she was still way too tired to be getting up so she rubbed her cheek in against the center of Negan’s chest. That action had Negan’s breathing changing, a tiny scoff escaping his lips showing them both that Negan was actually awake. Lifting his head, Negan’s long eyelashes fluttered to an open. Taking a look at Y/N resting there, Negan dropped his head back down and muttered something under his breath.

“Too early,” Negan’s voice was always naturally very raspy, but in the morning? It was so much deeper. Dragging his fingers over Y/N’s shoulder, Negan tipped his head down to press a kiss at the top of her head. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I need more sleep.”

“I have no interest in leaving yet,” Y/N promised, her fingers stroking at Negan’s chest drawing lines over it. Her fingers twisted around the dark curls of hair feeling Joel’s nose nuzzling in against the back of her neck.

“But you wanna talk,” Negan reminded her of what he had just woken up to which was her and Joel talking. “So if you wanna do that or fuck or…whatever. Have at it. Just be quiet. Or try to be. I need the sleep.”

“Right. He says that he would be okay with the two of us doing that, but trust me—he cares,” Joel asserted, a rush of excitement flooding his veins when Y/N turned in his arms to face him instead of laying her head on Negan’s chest. Facing Joel allowed Negan to slide in behind her to drape his arm over her abdomen with his head snuggled in against the back of her neck.

“I care about what? You two fucking or sleeping?” Negan yawned with his eyes remaining closed. “If we’re talking sleep, I care very much. You two screwing each other? I don’t mind at all.”

Joel’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t believe Negan when he said that, but the strange thing was. Y/N did believe Negan. He seemed very supportive of Y/N being able to be close to both him and Joel. Negan’s breathing grew louder letting them know he was trying to fall back asleep again.

Palming in over the side of her face, Joel’s heart skipped a beat watching her eyes flutter to a slow close. Whispering to try to be polite to Negan’s needs and request of sleep, Joel knew he still wanted to talk to her, “You look good.”

“I probably look a mess,” she corrected Joel reaching for his hand to bring it up to press a kiss over the back of it. That wasn’t something Joel would ever describe her as right now. To him? In that moment? She was perfect. In every way. “I’m spent. You two wore me out.”

“It’s everything you wanted,” Negan’s voice spoke up, surprising them when he groaned behind her. “You wanted to feel better, he wanted to feel better. I’d say we were successful with what we did last night. You’re probably dehydrated and need that Gatorade you talked about.”

“I thought you were sleeping,” she teased Negan using her free hand to reach back to poke him in the stomach.

“I have ears,” Negan growled against her skin having chills run down her spine. The warmth of his breath felt incredible behind her ear. “Plus, if the cowboy over there wanted to play a round of lasso the rooster, I’m pretty fucking sure you wouldn’t tell him no.”

“Lasso the rooster?” Joel’s brow line furrowed, his head tipping slightly with Negan throwing his hand up.

“Cock, Joel. Cock,” Negan stressed eliciting a tiny laugh from Y/N with Joel rolling his eyes. How dramatic Negan was being while also being very much fatigued entertained her more than it probably should have. “Lasso being her pussy.”

“I reckon I put that together from the start,” Joel grumbled under his breath having Y/N lift her hand to bury her face into it attempting to hide her laughter. “You’re just so…”

“Charming? Handsome? A smart ass?” Negan flashed a big, cheesy smile that still expressed that he was tired by the look over his face.

“I was going to go with immature, but sure you can go with that,” Joel responded with a wicked smirk, grunting when Negan reached out to shove at the side of his face. “Can you just go to bed like you said you were going to do?”

“I can’t help you’re fucking loud,” Negan muttered, lifting up enough to press a lingering kiss over Y/N’s cheek. Even though he didn’t mind Negan in the moment, Joel really wished that he had some alone time with Y/N. “I promise to be a good boy.”

“Please,” she breathed out, turning her head enough to palm in over the side of Negan’s face getting him to kiss her. “If you’re a good boy, then I know something is wrong.”

There was that feeling again. Jealousy. Giggles fell from Y/N with Negan peppering her with playful kisses, turning her over onto her back to crawl slightly in over her. It was something about the way she looked at Negan that made Joel feel somehow less than him. It had been so long since she had looked at him the way she did Negan. And it was pure. Things may have been going alright for him and her right now, but he wished she would have looked at him like that. Not Negan.

“I love you, you jerk,” Negan whispered, nuzzling his nose in against hers. Giving her a final kiss, Negan lowered back into the bed. She pushed slightly at Negan’s shoulders eliciting a snort from him. Almost immediately after she was turning around with Negan hooking his arm around her waist. But when her eyes connected with Joel’s, there was a rise in color in her face from her laughter.

“You’re cute,” Joel declared quietly, outstretching his hand to tap softly at the tip of her nose. Amusement tugged at her lips with her cuddling her head in closer to the pillows. Today she looked genuinely happy. He liked seeing it, he just wished it would have been solely from him. For years he had gotten used to a look from her that told him she was heartbroken, but just trying to get by. Now she seemed to be enjoying life. “You don’t regret last night, do you?”

There seemed to be some consideration flooding through her features until she smiled, bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head, “No, I cant say that I regret it.”

Another small yawn fell from her lips before she lifted her hand up to stroke her fingers through Joel’s messy hair. Enjoying the way she touched him had Joel’s eyes coming to a tight close. The bed dipped and a kiss was pressed over the center of his forehead. One that he couldn’t help smiling at.

“I haven’t seen you look like this in a long time,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the longer strands of his short hair behind his ear. “You look happy.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” Joel countered her comment, his eyes lazily opening. Nothing felt better than the warmth of her near. Turning his head into her touch, he placed a kiss over the center of her palm and hummed. “Today you look happier than you have in a long time.”

“It’s me. I’m a fucking antidepressant,” Negan blurt out with his head lifting up slowly. The moment was serious and sweet. But Negan popped in again with his antics, doing his best to be silly. “My dick comes out and people just start fucking feeling better. That’s why they call it the magic stick.”

“Either you go to bed or I’m going to break your jaw and knock you out. That way you don’t have to worry about sleeping and us being too loud with our talking,” Joel warned with a growl eliciting a hearty laugh from Negan. A shocked expression was over Y/N’s face that was also humored. That wasn’t something she expected from him. “I’m sorry, he’s annoying.”

“I’m quite loveable, thank you,” Negan mocked, the cheeky expression that he was making had Joel rolling his eyes and faintly laughing. Although he wanted to be annoyed with Negan, it felt like the younger version of Joel that found Negan to be funny with his dumbass attitude was coming out. “See, you’re mad because I’m making you laugh. You don’t like being happy. You’d rather be grumpy all the fucking time. You want people to be scared of you with that sassy face.”

“You two are ridiculous,” she spoke up getting Joel’s eyes to lock back on hers. No question she found them more so entertaining than anything else, but she had to point out how foolish they were being sounding like boys.

“He’s the one that’s annoying,” Joel threw his hand out at Negan whose nose was wrinkling in entertainment. “I think he lives to be a manchild.”

“Yet, you’re smiling,” she reminded Joel getting a glare in response. A need to point out the negatives in Negan were there. To remind Y/N of how he was awful for her. But? She wasn’t wrong. For some fucking reason, Joel was laughing at Negan. Even if he was being incredibly stupid. “I’m just saying. Don’t get mad at me for pointing out what I see.”

Something strange was happening when it came to Negan. There was no planet where he’d even want to suggest that Negan was making him happy. After all they had gone through since Negan showed up in his life again? Admitting that there was a sense of joy that he felt when he was around Negan would change everything. Mostly the feeling Joel had around Negan was confusion. And maybe jealousy. Negan was his competition. The other man he was battling for Y/N’s heart. He had those negative feelings toward Negan. They were there. So the idea that Negan was making him happy in any fashion? Well that was hard to comprehend. And it wasn’t something he wanted to focus on.

“So uh…” Joel wanted to think of something to change the subject. They had all gotten quiet. And it had started to feel awkward. “How tired are you right now?”

“Extremely,” she stressed, stretching out her body trying to get more comfortable in the bed between them. While she enjoyed the way it felt, there was an ache that lingered throughout her body. And she knew exactly why. “Why do you ask?”

“He wants to sink the ship again into your morning glory,” Negan informed her with a rumble of a growl. Instantly it had Joel rolling his eyes. Negan had a real way with words there. “A repeat performance or an encore if you will.”

“Oh!” she thought about what Negan said. Shaking her head had Joel’s lips parting. Maybe he should lie and say he was suggesting something else. Because she didn’t look too thrilled at the idea of having sex with him again. And even though he didn’t mean to, he was frowning. “I can’t handle all of what happened last night again. That’d be way too much for me right now.”

“Turn that frown upside down cranky pants,” Negan ordered, quick to snap his fingers at Joel with the sadness that seemed to overtake Joel at the idea he wouldn’t get to have something more this morning. “That wasn’t a no.”

Sliding in closer to Y/N, Negan curled his fingers around her jaw loosely. Exhaling sharply, her eyes came to a tight close when he shook his head. Biting at her jawline provoked a moan to fall from her throat, “It means not the sex marathon like last night. No squirting. Or else she won’t make it through the day.”

Gasping out, her eyes came to a tight close with Negan’s hand snaking beneath the blanket to prop her thigh up over his. Tangling their legs, Negan licked his fingertips and gave Joel a smirk before nuzzling his nose in against the side of her neck.

“Right?” Negan slurred against her flesh, tracing his fingertips over the length of her sex beneath the sheets. A rush of pleasure filled her eyes with her tipping her head back against Negan’s shoulder. Smirking, Negan reached between them from behind to lead his cock to her entrance, prodding at it with just the tip at first.

“Yes,” she licked her lips, a muted wince escaping her when he allowed more to sink into her from behind. Negan’s eyelids were heavy, his jaw lowering and flexing with the warmth of her enveloping him. Grasping tightly to her hip, Negan lazily moved his hips behind her while spooning her. Something flickered in Joel’s dark eyes with him watching them. Negan’s large hand cupped at her bare breast, squeezing over it. Purring out, she tipped her head back just enough to get Negan to steal a kiss from her lips.

Soft smacking sounds with Negan’s hand caressing in over her inner thigh toward her hip and then back again filled the air. Grunting, Negan tipped his head back to stare out at Joel and wiggled his finger the beckon him in, “Come close if you want to be a good boy.”

Realizing he was still being included, Joel slid in closer to Y/N pinning her between him and Negan. Their legs were all tangled together with Joel demanding a kiss from her lips. Tiny squeaks of the bed from Negan’s firm, yet unhurried thrusts surrounded them. Hooking his arm under Y/N’s thigh, Joel pulled her from Negan hearing her cry out from the loss of Negan’s lengthy cock from her body.

Glancing between them, Joel teased the swollen tip of his manhood over her clit enjoying the way she purred out. How quickly they all went from being silly to this was impressive. Adjusting his hips, he led his rigid length to her opening allowing her to get comfortable with being filled by his girthy member again.

The moan that escape Joel was louder than he expected. Having her warmth take him in like that and surrounding him again felt so good this morning. Taking a moment to enjoy the way her body clung to his, Joel realized that he was tremoring. Negan was already focused on kissing over the side of her neck while his large palm reached around to cup in over her breast. Squeezing tenderly and kneading at the flesh.

Grasping tightly to her hip, Joel wondered if his fingers would leave a mark, but she didn’t seem to mind the way he was holding onto her. Starting to roll his hips, Joel took his time. Much like Negan had done previously. There was no need to rush things. What was nice was the way she was clinging to him. Getting to be the one to watch her facial expressions in the moment was a gift for Joel. That gave him just as much pleasure as being able to be inside of her.

Truthfully? The thing Joel cared about the most right now was watching her reactions to every move he made. Focusing on how much she liked the way he would move, keeping up with the things that had her a panting mess beside him. Every movement Joel made was determined. Joel’s breathing became broken.  The apartment was still quiet, even more so in the room so every thrust he made into her left a wet sound filling the air.

Starting to add strength to his thrusts had her bouncing up and her deep breaths turned to small cries. Grasping her jaw, Negan slurred as he kissed over her jawline, “Does that feel good?”

“Mhmm…” she couldn’t form words watching Negan tap at Joel’s thigh to suggest it was his turn. A loud grunt fell from Joel, his forehead pressing against hers when he pulled his hips back and away from her. Keeping her leg hooked around Joel’s hip had Negan pressing closer to her to lead his erection back into her warmth. It had a moan escaping her that was silenced by Joel’s lips claiming hers in a hungry kiss.

Finding a steady rhythm, Negan grunted against her shoulder. Every movement had deep, forward thrusts into her. Biting at her flesh, Negan pulled her from Joel’s lips and had her kissing him with his tongue brushing out against hers.

“Good fucking girl,” Negan rumbled, putting emphasis to every one of his words with his hard thrusts. Each tug back and push forward of his cock had him stretching her in ways that was making her drunk off of him.

“My turn,” Joel claimed, pulling her from Negan after curling his muscular arm around her. Grasping at his bicep, Y/N’s fingers curled around the flexing muscle looking between them to watch Joel thrusting back into her. This time his movements were a little harder and faster, having her head fall in against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” she pressed her hand in over Joel’s lower abdomen finding herself incredibly sensitive with Negan reaching around to circle his rough fingertips over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Picking up on the fact that she was close to orgasming, Joel’s movements grew more determined with his brow line flexing watching his cock pull and push into her fluidly.

Shuddering and shaking against Joel had Y/N swatting at Joel’s stomach to get him to stop moving after she reached an orgasm from what they were doing to her. Trying to catch her breath had Negan snickering against her flesh.

“I’m in charge. You two are coming. I can’t keep being tossed between the two of you or else I’m going to die,” she insisted shakily moving onto her knees. Motioning Negan to sit up, she had a hard time following him. Everything was tremoring. After last night, she wasn’t sure how she was still able to move at all. Getting Negan to sit down, she pressed into the center of his chest so he could scoot back and rest his back against the headboard. Bracing herself, she crawled in over Negan. Placing her hand over his abdomen, she made sure she wanted to stress her dominance over him. “You’re going to come. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan mused with a wicked smile, his thumb dragging out over her bottom lip. Taking his thumb into her mouth, she sucked at the tip of it. After getting comfortable over him, she reached with her free hand to lead his solid cock back into her. Their moans matched each other with her hips lowering down over him. Arching his hips up had her putting a pressure over his abdomen to push him back to the bed.

“What part of I’m in charge did you not understand?” she hissed out, impressing Negan and shocking Joel at the same time. Amused, Joel got up onto his knees moving in beside them.

“It’s all yours,” Negan snickered, throwing his hands up in the air allowing her to start bouncing her hips over his. This was a fun side to see of Y/N, but it also felt very good too. Beside them, Negan could see out of the corner of his eye that Joel had curled his fingers around his own cock. Sheathing it in his grasp, stroking it slowly. “I like when you’re bossy.”

“Of course you do,” she purred taking his cock from tip to base repeatedly working to have Negan come. While it was effecting him? It was doing the same exact thing for her. It gave her an overwhelmingly full sensation that she was sure was enhanced from the night before. Joel’s freehand outstretched to caress over the length of her back adding to the sensation of everything. Winces escaped Negan’s parted lips, his eyelids heavy with desire for her. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, Negan couldn’t help but smile when Joel met her in a hungry kiss.  

“Look at you taking control of that big cock,” Negan hissed, his eyes heavy with lust. Pure ecstasy flashed in her eyes, her head tipping back with a cry. Wet smacks matched with the squeaking of the bed with every thrust filtered into the room. “You take it so fucking good sweetheart.”

“I hate this bed,” she announced knowing that if someone was near they would definitely know what they were doing. At least at her house the bed didn’t sound like it was going to break with every thrust they made.  

“Everyone is asleep,” Joel leaned over her to pamper her shoulder with wet kisses. The only reason that she would even worry about that was because of the children. That was something she always panicked about when they were together too. Not wanting to be found by the children. Right now? It was so quiet in the apartment that he figured everyone was still exhausted from the travel and walking around the night before. “We would hear if someone was awake.”

“Not the apartment below us,” a wicked smirk pressed in over Negan’s features, liking the glare that she gave him. Groaning out, Negan’s lips parted with her reaching around to caress over his testicles as she rolled her hips over his cock. “Let’s just hope their bedroom isn’t right below ours.”

“That’s not funny,” she braced herself in over Negan who was caressing in over her hips toward her upper back.

“It’s a little funny,” Joel mused getting her to glare at him. Shrugging his shoulders, Joel squeezed at her ass giving it a firm smack. Gasping out, it had her bouncing back and tightening up. A raspy moan fell from Negan’s throat with him grasping to her thighs. Starting to thrust up toward her, Negan sucked at his bottom lip.

“Damn it Negan,” she pouted knowing that she requested having control of the moment. Louds smacks filled the air from Negan’s powerful upward thrusts. Every movement felt amazing. Their broken breaths matched each other and Negan was working hard to build her up. Getting her right to the edge of an orgasm, Negan felt her nails digging into his flesh. Almost immediately, Negan’s movements slowed down taking that orgasm from her. An annoyed sound escaped her with her hitting at the center of his chest. “You dick.”

“You said you were in charge,” Negan reasoned with her, laughing when she softly smacked at the side of his face. Lifting up to meet her in a quick kiss, Negan nipped at her bottom lip and growled. “Go ahead. Come on my cock.”

“You’re done for,” she declared hooking her fingers around the back of his neck. Bracing her other hand against his thigh, she used her strength to pound herself down over his manhood. Smack after smack of their flesh had Negan’s moans growing louder. “Negan…”

“Fucking…fuck,” Negan cussed out, meeting her lips in a heated kiss. Inside of her, he could feel her body contracting around his. By the sounds she was making, there was no question that she was leading herself to an orgasm. Pulling her in close, Negan was meeting her movements with his thrusts. Once she started to come, it had her tremoring against him and the added sensation of a tender caress over his testicles had him resting his chin against Y/N’s shoulder. Joel’s dark eyes were watching closely and Negan realized it was Joel’s added touch. Tossing his head back, the vein at the side of Negan’s neck bulged and her mouth covered his lips when his moans started. Riding him until the very end of his orgasm, she took her time to pull herself from his twitching cock with some of his cum dripping down over his lower abdomen. “Damn woman.”

“Sit down,” she panted looking over to Joel who gave her a single nod. She didn’t have to tell him twice. Sitting at the center of the bed, Joel stretched out his legs. Sliding his hands back allowed him to balance his weight when she shakily moved to him across the bed. Once she started to crawl in over him, it had Joel’s breathing growing louder. Keeping his eyes locked on her, Joel helped her get comfortable over him. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she rest her feet on the bed just behind him. Placing her left hand on the bed behind her had her bracing her weight while her right arm hooked around his shoulders to help her move. Giving him a nod, her lips parted and she dragged her tongue out against her bottom lip. Right now? Her heart was hammering in her body. The room was spinning around her. There was a tingling sensation in the pit of her belly, but she knew the quicker they got this done, the better. “Put it inside of me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel did as he was told, curling his fingers around the base of his cock. Stroking over the shaft, he made sure he was ready letting his swollen tip enter her with ease. It had her head dropping back, the pleasure in her face clearly evident. At first, she just focused on the tip. Letting it slide into her and then out. Each movement was slow, but it felt so fucking good. “Goddamn.”

“You like that?” she confirmed having Joel lick his lips watching her movements over him. Slow drags over his thick cock had her head tipping back. Behind her Negan was laying stretched out on the bed, his chest rising and falling with him trying to gather his breath. Tipping her head back down, she was in awe of the way Joel’s eyes were hooked on his length moving in and out of her. Pushing forward had more of his rigid body sinking into her and his head dropped back with his eyes coming to a tight close. “You like the way it feels inside of that tight pussy?”

“So fucking much,” Joel immediately responded noticing Negan moving in behind Y/N to allow her to brace herself against him. Hearing her talk like that turned Joel on more than he expected it to. There were undoubtedly innocent sides to her, but when she was naughty? She was very fucking naughty. And every part of him loved it. Caressing his large palms over her breasts had her purring out. Over her shoulder, Negan was watching closely with their bodies moving together in unison.

“You both are so fucking hot,” Negan claimed, turning his head toward Y/N to nip at her earlobe. Growling, Negan’s hand reached out to caress in over her hip and then further down to do the same over Joel’s outer thigh.

Again and again, she took Joel into her with steady fluid motions. Panting, Joel started rolling his hips up toward her desperate for a release himself. And with every movement, he could feel a fire growing deep inside of him. Bracing his weight on his left hand, his thumb on his right hand met her clitoris allowing her to bounce up toward the friction of him caressing her extremely sensitive body.

Winces from Joel matched the moans of Y/N who was silence by Negan kissing her through the moment, “I’m close.”

With the help of Negan, her hips started to move harder and faster over Joel. This surprised Joel. She stressed that she was sore and tired, yet she was doing most of the work. Pressing his head forward, Joel rest his head against the center of her chest. Closing his eyes, he listened to the sounds of her heart pounding and it made him smile. Right at the verge of his orgasm, the sound of a knock on the door had her tensing over him. It had him groaning out, biting at her shoulder to keep himself from making a sound.

“Mom! Can you come out here?” the sound of Elizabeth was at the other end of the door. The color drained from her face and Y/N attempted to pull her hips from Joel. Hearing their child outside the door during their sex-a-thon was not exactly the thing any of them wanted to hear right now. Thank God the door was locked. “It’s important.”

“No, please. I haven’t come yet,” Joel begged in a whisper whining when she pulled her body from his. Once his cock left Y/N’s body, it smacked up against his lower abdomen. It was throbbing, twitching against his flesh desperate for some kind of release. And it ached. Fuck, did it ache. “I’m so close…”

“Being a mom comes first,” she alerted Joel who dramatically dropped back on the bed and covered his eyes in frustration. Barely being able to make it onto her legs, she took a minute to brace herself. Her legs felt like Jell-o, but she got dressed, fixed her hair and then was quick to sneak out of the bedroom leaving Negan and Joel to themselves.

“Fuck,” Joel was incredibly frustrated letting out a wince with the ache that his cock felt. A moment later a gasp fell from his throat with Negan moving in beside him. Swallowing down hard, Negan’s eyes gazed down and he bit on his bottom lip. “Negan?”

“Do you wanna come?” Negan asked causing Joel to groan at the idea. Joel’s chest was rising and falling heavily, his brown eyes locked on Negan’s. Not saying anything else, Joel gave Negan a small nod. Taking that as permission, Negan pressed his body in closer to Joel’s. His left hand pressed in over Joel’s mouth to keep him quiet with his right hand wrapping around Joel’s erection. Not wasting time, Negan’s strokes were firm and steady. Quickly sheathing over Joel’s distended flesh made Joel’s head tip back, his eyes coming to a tight close. Biting back the inexplicable moan that was building up inside of him was hard. Negan’s touch had his hips bouncing up toward it and Joel knew his body was eager for a release. But something else was flooding through his mind in the moment. Grasping firmly to Negan’s wrist had Negan stopping thinking this wasn’t what Joel wanted. “What?”

“Please…” Joel turned his head away from Negan’s palm, panting when he lifted his head enough to look down at his swollen erection.

“Please what?” Negan was quiet in the way he spoke, his hazel eyes confused with what Joel was requesting from him.

“What we talked about last night,” Joel reminded Negan who gave a smirk, his head tipping to the side in amusement. “Finish me off with your mouth?”

“If that’s what you want,” Negan clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth, his eyes narrowing and his eyebrows bouncing up.

There was something in the way that Negan smiled that had chills flooding down Joel’s spine. Turning his body, Negan braced his weight over Joel. The warmth of Negan’s body had Joel sucking in a sharp breath of air. Lazy kisses started at the center of Joel’s chest with Negan looking to Joel for confirmation that he still wanted this. In that moment? He very much did. A lot.

The scratching of Negan’s short beard against his flesh was unlike anything he had felt before, but he didn’t hate it. Gradually each kiss pressed lower and lower until Negan’s wet kisses covered Joel’s hip. Starting to jerk Joel off again, Negan focused his caress at the base of Joel’s cock. Adjusting his weight comfortably, Negan took his time wrapping his lips around Joel’s swollen tip. Almost immediately Joel’s hips bounced up toward Negan eager to have that warmth. Placing his arm out across Joel’s lower abdomen kept Joel locked in place so Negan could work to bring him to that orgasm that Joel pled to have from him.

Keeping his head lifted, Joel watched Negan closely with his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. Twenty four hours ago, this would have never been something he saw happening but watching Negan give him a blowjob had his heart flip flopping. The wet drag of Negan’s tongue over the length of Joel’s shaft made Joel drop his head back. When the warmth of it circled the ridges of the sensitive tip, it had Joel’s left hand dropping against the bed. Squeezing the comforter in his fingers, Joel’s right hand sank into Negan’s dark hair. And the sound that Negan made vibrated against Joel’s cock working up another quiet moan from Joel’s throat. Sloppy kisses were being placed at the length of his body teasing him. So by the time Negan took Joel into his mouth again, Joel was incredibly thankful.

Everything inside of Joel tensed up, his eyes opening up with him staring at the ceiling. Surprisingly, Negan was very good at this. The caress of Negan’s hand over the base of Joel’s cock matched the bobbing of Negan’s head over the tip. Loud breaths were escaping Joel. Badly he wanted to make a sound, but he knew he couldn’t. For all he fucking knew his children were outside the door with his family. Forcing himself to watch Negan again, Joel licked his lips.

“Fuck,” Joel slurred, biting down on his bottom lip in attempts to silence himself. God, it felt fucking phenomenal. And it looked like Negan was enjoying himself while he pleasured Joel too. Maybe it was because he was already on the verge of an orgasm and it was stopped or because Joel had never been with a man before, but every sensation felt enhanced. Something in his brain was telling him that this was wrong, but it felt so…right?

Panting, the muscles in Joel’s stomach were flexing and he thrust his hips up toward Negan’s mouth as much as he could, eager to reach that release he had been cheated from. The swallowing sensation of Negan’s throat around his cock had Joel dropping his head back onto the bed. A rush flooded Joel’s veins with his body arching up toward Negan.

“Fuck,” Joel groaned out loudly once his orgasm hit him with Negan swallowing down his release. Almost immediately, he regretted his response to coming with his body tremoring. The goal was to be quiet and he was not quiet. At all.

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“What’s wrong?” Y/N rushed out into the living room after leaving the bedroom. Panic flooded her veins. This was not a situation that Y/N ever wanted to find herself in. And that was why she never usually had sex this late into the morning. This was not the kind of behavior that she was used to. There was a fear that Elizabeth knew something. Lifting her stare, Y/N saw that Peter was standing at the second floor looking down at them. His fingers were curled around the railing, his dark eyes following Elizabeth’s worried movements. Fear covered Elizabeth’s face when she returned to the living room. That was not the look that she was expecting. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find dad,” Elizabeth explained, throwing her hands up in the air. Trying to calm herself, Y/N folded her arms out in front of her chest. Her body was still weak, her heart hammering in her chest and her legs doing their best to carry her weight. Being upset that they couldn’t find Joel was better than knowing what they were doing behind that door. Pretending to be okay and normal was very hard in the moment, but Y/N was doing her best. “I’ve looked everywhere for him.”

“Everywhere ma. He’s not here,” Peter confirmed what Elizabeth was saying, speaking loud enough for them to hear him from the second floor. Elizabeth had headed back toward the entertainment room in search of Joel again as if the second time would have Joel showing up. “Elizabeth woke me up. And I looked everywhere too. Can’t find him.”

“When I checked his bedroom, his cell phone is still there. Plugged in and charging,” Elizabeth stammered, her dark eyes seemingly incredibly worried about where her father was. All of this had Y/N’s throat going dry. How was she going to explain to her children that Joel was in the bedroom she shared with Negan? “His boots were there, his bag…”

“He’s okay,” Y/N tried to assure her children hearing the sound of Peter running down the stairs to join them. She wasn’t lying, she just knew that she couldn’t really elaborate because for some reason she wasn’t coming up with a good lie fast enough. Elizabeth was frantic and she wanted answers now.

“How is he okay mom? If he’s not here, that means he’s out there. It’s snowing. He’s been acting weird this whole trip and…” Elizabeth began to stammer, stressing her worries to her mother. Elizabeth was in the middle of having a meltdown when a loud roar of a groan was heard coming from the bedroom. It was obviously Joel when him cussing followed immediately after. Both of the children froze, their dark eyes looking toward the door that Negan and Joel were behind. “Is…is dad in there?”

“Yeah,” Y/N spoke uneasily knowing how she had just left Negan and Joel moments earlier. And she couldn’t lie. There was no getting out of this one. “Which is why I told you that he was okay. I knew he was. We were in there talking and…”  

“Why is dad in your bedroom with Negan?” Peter questioned, his right eyebrow arching up in curiosity and it had Y/N looking back toward the door. Well shit. Why couldn’t she come up with a good enough lie? “Mom?”

“Hey!” Y/N called out with Peter rushing toward the bedroom door to push it open. It had her following Peter who stopped in the doorway when he saw Joel standing at the dresser where Negan’s bag was on top of it. Joel had managed to get his pajama pants back on, but he was still shirtless with his messy hair sticking to his face from the sweat that had formed. Looking around the room, Y/N noticed that Negan wasn’t in sight and she was thankful that Joel was wearing something. “The children were worried about you because they couldn’t find you. And then they just heard you…”

“Oh, I’m okay. I stubbed my toe on the dresser. Hurt like a son of a bitch,” Joel gave a quick smile while digging through Negan’s bag still as if he was looking for something. Out of the corner of his eye, Joel noticed that Y/N was moving over toward the other side of the bed. Joel’s pair of boxers were on the floor and she was casually kicking them under the bed so the children didn’t see it. “I was just looking for a shirt to borrow from Negan.”

“You’re borrowing a shirt from Negan?” Elizabeth repeated when she moved in beside Peter at the door. That wasn’t a lie that she was quick to believe. “You two don’t wear the same kind of things.”

Taking a moment to look around, Elizabeth cleared her throat and shrugged, “Why are you sweating?”

“I was working out in the gym,” Joel lied remembering that this huge fucking apartment had a gym in it. Thankfully, he was quicker on his feet with lying to the children than Y/N was because she was at a loss for words originally. “That’s why I’m borrowing a t-shirt from Negan. I packed like shit before we came here. I just had the one t-shirt. And everything else I had was warm. My tank top that I was wearing got soaked. It was so sweaty that I asked to borrow a t-shirt from Negan. He packed way better than I did.”

“You were working out?” Peter snickered getting a glare from his father. The idea of Joel working out visibly amused their younger child. “You’d rather die than run on a treadmill.”

“I had nervous energy,” Joel snarled hearing his son’s laugh grow louder. Quite a few times lately, his body shape had come up making him kind of self-conscious about it. “I’m not out of shape y’know. My arms are nice.”

Joel flexed his arm bringing attention to his bicep. It had Elizabeth rolling her eyes and Peter still seemed to be entertained, “Well, that’s because you carry a lot of heavy things at work. It’s not like you’ve worked out to really get that way.”

Grabbing one of Negan’s t-shirts, Joel pulled it on, taking a look down at the old rock band t-shirt that was covering his body. Tugging at the bottom had Joel scoffing when he turned to the children and folded his arms out in front of his chest.

“Where is Negan?” Elizabeth wondered taking a look around. The door to the bathroom was slightly open just a crack.

Pointing back toward the bathroom, Joel snapped his fingers and nodded, “He’s in the shower.”

“I don’t hear a shower,” Peter blurt out followed by the sound of the shower turning on. Looking between Joel and Y/N, Peter let out a nervous laugh himself. Right away he was picking up that Y/N and Joel were acting different. “Why are the two of you acting weird?”

“We’re not acting weird, you’re acting weird,” Joel hushed brushing his hands off on his pajama pants when he stepped in closer to the door. “What’s wrong with me borrowing a t-shirt from Negan?”

“Nothing,” Elizabeth shook her head, stepping back and away from the door toward the living room. “I’m just glad you’re okay. When I couldn’t find you and I saw that your room was empty, I panicked. Especially with your cell phone still here and your boots.”

“I’m okay,” Joel assured her with a wink, leaning against the doorframe, the room still spinning around him from what happened. “Nothing to worry about. I promise you if I leave this apartment, I’ll have my phone so you can get ahold of me.”

“I’m gonna go back to bed since you woke me up,” Peter grunted under his breath heading back for the stairs to stomp up them. “It’s too early for me.”

“It’s nine-thirty,” Elizabeth called out to her brother who threw his hands up in the air dramatically.

“Well I don’t want to start moving until at least ten,” Peter declared causing Joel to smirk at his son’s antics.

“I guess I’m going back upstairs to get ready for the day,” Elizabeth looked to her parents and shrugged her shoulders. “Are you two okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Joel immediately nodded, pointing back toward the bedroom. “I’m going to talk to your mom for a minute, okay?”

Instead of saying anything, Elizabeth just gave him a simple nod eyeing over the both of them suspiciously before heading upstairs. Grabbing a hold of Y/N’s hand, Joel tugged her back into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“Are they gone?” Negan popped his head out, showing that his hair was wet. What he had done was quickly dipped his head in underneath the spray of the water to ‘prove’ that he was in the shower just in case someone came looking for him. Once he realized they were alone, Negan moved out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped loosely around his hips.

“What the hell happened?” Y/N questioned them having Joel dropping down on the bed and falling back on it. With his silence, Y/N looked to Negan who shamelessly threw his hands up in the air. “Someone? I thought our kids were about to be mortified for life.”

“I came,” Joel grumbled under his breath, his hand placing over the center of his chest trying to catch his breath. There was shock in her eyes when she looked between Joel and Negan. Negan folded his arms out in front of his chest and cleared his throat. “Hard.”

“A lot,” Negan alerted her, lifting his hand to drag his thumb across his bottom lip. Her face twisted with confusion looking between the two of them. Waiting for some kind of answer, she finally gave up and looked to Negan. “I don’t know what he wants me to say.”

“Before our children come back, please someone let me in here,” she half laughed with Joel’s head turning to stare out at her with almost disappointment in his eyes. “What?”

“He had me blow him,” Negan explained, being honest with her. It had her looking back at Negan who shrugged his shoulders. A moment later he was being whipped with a pillow that Joel had just launched at him. “What? I don’t lie to her.”

“Why is that bad?” she leaned down to pick up the pillow that had hit the ground. Tossing it back on the bed had Joel pressing up onto his palms. “I told you last night that didn’t bother me. We were together. All three of us.”

“Stop putting labels on things,” Negan suggested, moving in beside Y/N to hook his arm around her shoulders. “I know your head is screaming you’re straight and you think you’ve done something wrong, but you haven’t. You did what felt good and there is nothing wrong with that.”

“The only thing that was wrong was us thinking it would be okay to have sex in the morning with the children here,” she reiterated what she had thought before all of this started. “We’re lucky that they didn’t figure out what we were doing. God, if they would have walked in on us…”

“Yeah, it would have been a hard thing to explain,” Joel agreed with her, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes. There was so much going through Joel’s mind, but he just found himself lost for words. “I don’t know what to say right now.”

“There’s nothing you have to say,” Negan stressed heading over to sit down on the bed beside Joel. Y/N stepped forward toward the bed, reaching out to grab for Joel’s hand to hold it. “Last night was just us feeling good. Enjoying ourselves. Making her feel good.”

“I’m just disappointed I miss the ending,” she teased Joel with a wink eliciting a huff from him. “It sounded impressive.”

“Maybe we’ll go for a repeat performance,” Negan snickered, getting up from the bed, pointing toward the bathroom. “I should probably take a shower for real. You wanna join me?”

“Don’t push it,” Joel responded with a scoff noticing that Negan was staring down at him. “I should probably go upstairs and shower myself so the children don’t pick up on things. Elizabeth is old enough to be suspicious.”

“See you in a few,” Negan gave a wink, pulling his towel from his body to toss it on the center of the bed as he walked back toward the bathroom.

Leaving Y/N alone with Joel had Joel standing up from the bed. Shakily reaching his hands out, Joel’s thumbs swept in over the sides of her face urging her to him to place a delicate kiss over her lips. The way she looked at him took his breath away when he pulled back. This was the first time in a very long time that she looked at him like that. Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad after all.

Giving her a wink, he backstepped toward the door and moved through the apartment. By now the children were back to their rooms. Unhurriedly he moved up the stairs and stopped when he got to Elizabeth’s room to see that she was sitting on her bed playing on her phone.

“Hey,” Joel called out from the door, his head tipping to the side and resting against the doorframe. When her big brown eyes lifted, Joel gave her a weak smile. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I would never do anything that would take me away from you.”

“I guess I should have known better,” she explained with a long sigh, lowering her phone down enough to give Joel her full attention. “I just got worried when I couldn’t find you. We’re in a new place and everything. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“I’m okay,” Joel assured her with a wink, nodding over toward his room. “I need to get in a shower, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you. So much.”

“I love you too dad,” Elizabeth called out with a weak smile, lifting her phone back up when Joel headed toward the bedroom.

Inside of his room was a smaller bathroom that made it easy to hop into the shower. Truthfully? He needed that alone time. There were a lot of things going on through his mind. There was a hope that everything would be okay between him and Y/N. The idea of what had happened with Negan was flooding through his mind too.

His thoughts were short lasting by the time he heard the sound of the shower door opening behind him. Before he could react, he felt arms wrapping around his torso and hands caressing up over the center of his chest. Someone cuddled their head in against his back and it made him smile. Reaching for the hands, Joel linked his fingers with theirs and smiled.

“What happened to not wanting the children to be confused?” Joel slurred, bringing one of the hands up to place a kiss over the back of it.

“Your son is face down in his pillows and your daughter is helping Negan make something for breakfast. We’re okay,” Y/N’s voice filled the smaller shower before she started pressing small kisses over Joel’s shoulder. Turning in her arms, Joel loosely grasped to her hips to bring her closer to him under the warm stream of water. Allowing their bodies to press together, Joel lowered down to nuzzle his nose in against the side of her neck. “You’re not going to look at me differently now, right?”

“Why do you think I would look at you differently?” Joel turned in Y/N’s arms, allowing her arms to wrap loosely around his waist. Using his right hand, Joel palmed in over the side of her face and shook his head. “To be fair, I already knew that Negan was having sex with you. And I still wanted you.”

“Yeah, but it’s a bit different when two men share you like that,” she thought aloud, biting down on her bottom lip. With her hands caressing up over the lengths of Joel’s back it made him smile. Here she was asking what he thought about things showing him that his opinion of her meant something.

“All that matters is that you enjoyed yourself,” Joel backstepped into the water bringing her further under the spray with him. Cupping her face tenderly, Joel pressed in to steal a passionate kiss from her lips.

“I think this feels like a good thing,” she suggested, her words vibrating against his lips evoking him to hum against her flesh. “I feel like you’re more relaxed now. Open to things. I think realizing a few things about yourself helped you come to terms with things that maybe you never realized.”

“Which is what?” Joel’s eyebrow arched in a moment of curiosity.

“I just mean with you and Negan…” she started only to be silenced by Joel’s finger sliding in over her lips.

“Don’t,” Joel shook his head, biting down on his bottom lip at the mention of what happened between him and Negan. “Like Negan said, sex feels good. And at the time things just felt natural, but that? That wouldn’t normally happen with me.”

“I don’t know Joel, Negan is pretty appealing and I could see the way you looked at him,” she stammered, recalling how things went down between them both last night and this morning. “I really don’t mind that the two of you might have something there.”

“Who I have something with is you,” Joel declared, drawing out his words in hope of making it clear for her. Tipping her head made Joel scoff since she was no doubt still thinking about him and Negan. “Do you want me to get with Negan? Leave you alone while we run off together?”

“Knock it off,” she laughed, shoving her hand into his chest getting his back to press against the wall of the shower. “I’m just saying it’s okay to open yourself up to the idea that you might like things you’ve never realized before. I for one thought it was hot.”

“Well I’m glad we could entertain you for the time being,” the bridge of Joel’s nose wrinkled with him caressing up over her sides. “But, my heart belongs to you.”

There was a silence between them with her eyes contemplating what he just said. Everything seemed to weigh heavy on both of them. Even though they both very much enjoyed what happened, they both had their worries that they weren’t really stressing.

“Please don’t let this make things get weird between us,” she begged of Joel, exhaling loudly caressing her hands down over the lengths of his torso before rising again.

“Make things weird?” Joel muttered, his head tipping to the side not sure where she was going with that comment.

“I just don’t want this to ruin what is good about us. You know?” she stammered, attempting to look away from Joel, but he curled his finger in underneath her chin to get her to lock eyes with him. “We’re good co-parents. There were a lot of things I liked about us that I just don’t want to see go south. So just promise me you won’t let get things weird.”

“Things aren’t going to get weird,” Joel hushed her, an amused rumble escaping his lips. Desperation flooded into her features and he knew that she wanted that promise. “I promise that I won’t let things get weird between us.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, tipping up on her toes to press a quick kiss over Joel’s lips. After she did that it felt like maybe she was about to leave the shower so he hooked his arm around her. Spinning her carefully, he pressed her back against the shower wall. Hooking his arms under her thighs, Joel grunted when he picked her up in his arms. “Joel?”

“Can you keep yourself quiet?” Joel wondered, his nose nuzzling in against hers. Capturing her lips in a heated kiss, Joel closed the distance between them. Hooking her arms around his broad shoulders caused her to let out a tremoring breath.

“The question is can I walk if you do what I think you’re thinking about doing,” she breathed against his lips, provoking a muted laugh to fall from him. Pressing his forehead to hers, Joel swallowed down hard and gave her a nod. “You might need to carry me Joel.”

“Then I will,” Joel’s southern drawl grew thick with a big smile tugging at his handsome features. “I’ll carry you everywhere if I have to.”

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Finding Home Again: Part Two

Summary: Spencer and Y/N reconnect again.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: fluff, smut (18+), friends to lovers

Warnings/Includes: smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut, slight angst, alcohol consumption, reader wears a dress & makeup, bisexual spencer reid (it's canon to me), boyband reid in mind, the fluffiest fluff you'll ever read

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Word count: 25.4k

a/n: she's thick ,, i would write them forever ,, seriously pls request a blurb about them ,, even if you don't i'll probably write them anyway

part one can be found here!!

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Additional warnings: oral (fem receiving), male masturbation, voyerism (Y/N watches Spencer), unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), heavy grinding

It had been years again, and Spencer had yet to reach out. He hadn’t wanted to invade Y/N’s privacy by asking for her number through Adam, or having Penelope find it, despite the fact that he thought about her often. Instead, he kept the note she left tucked safely in one of his books, a reminder of the weekend they spent reconnecting in Napa Valley.

As much as he wanted to reach out, Spencer felt it was best to let Y/N take the lead. He respected her need for space and hoped that she would reach out when she was ready.  

Meanwhile, Y/N had returned to her life in Las Vegas, trying to move on from the bittersweet memories of seeing Spencer again. She buried herself in work and spent time with Billie, occasionally checking in with Adam and Elizabeth who are doing absolutely wonderful in their new married life.

In an effort to move on, Y/N entered the dating pool. Being 26 years old at the time, she felt that she should get some experience under her belt. She went on a couple of dead-end first dates, had some second dates that fizzled out, and even the few that did make it to three or more didn’t last as she either got scared and cut them off or they ended it with her.

Just when she was starting to lose hope, she met Alex. Alex was a very nice person, thoughtful and patient, and they hit it off immediately. Y/N felt comfortable around Alex in a way she hadn’t with anyone else, and for the first time, she didn’t feel the urge to run away. They had been casually seeing each other for about four weeks now, and Y/N was surprised at how easy it felt.

—

Years at the Behavioral Analysis Unit had left their mark on Spencer Reid. While he still possessed the same gentle spirit and brilliant mind that Y/N had always admired, he carried with him the weight of experiences that had changed him in profound ways. Spencer had been abducted by an unsub, struggled with drug addiction, been shot on the job, and so much more.

When a case brought Spencer back to Las Vegas, he found himself wondering about Y/N. It had been years since their reunion in Napa Valley, and she lingered in his thoughts. 

He had Penelope check if Y/N was still at her old apartment, curiosity tugging at his heart. But when he learned she had moved, he hesitated to ask Penelope to find her new address. The urge to reconnect was strong, yet he respected the boundaries they had wordlessly established.

—

Sunday was shaping up to be another hectic day for the BAU. The team was deep into a complex case, and the need for caffeine was at an all-time high. Derek and Spencer volunteered to make a coffee run for everyone, hoping the fresh air would clear their minds.

As they walked into a charming little cafe, the familiar hum of conversations and the rich aroma of coffee enveloped them. Spencer ran a hand through his hair and scanned the menu, trying to decide on what to order for the team.

Derek nudged him, nodding toward the barista with a playful grin. “Reid, I’ll handle the orders. Why don’t you grab us a table while we wait?”

Spencer nodded, taking a moment to glance around the bustling cafe. As his eyes swept across the room, he froze, his heart stopping.

There, at a corner table, sat Y/N. She looked radiant, her laughter mingling with the soft classical music playing overhead. But she wasn’t alone; sitting across from her was another person, clearly her date. 

Spencer felt a lot of emotions surge through him—excitement, surprise, and a hint of something else he couldn’t quite place. He watched as Y/N leaned in to say something to her date, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

“Hey, Pretty Boy, you okay?” Derek’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

Spencer cleared his throat, nodding slightly. “Yeah, I just... saw someone I know.”

Derek followed Spencer’s gaze and spotted Y/N. A knowing smile spread across his face. “Well, well. Go talk to her, Reid.”

Spencer hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He hadn’t seen Y/N since their chance encounter in Napa Valley, and now here she was, right in front of him, living her life. He decided to leave it be, he didn’t feel like being rejected again. Or worse, having a pleasant conversation end with her walking away, again. 

Instead, he shook his head and fixed Derek with a look that said, not right now. Together they waited for their coffee and quietly chatted about the case. 

Y/N was lost in her thoughts as she chatted with Alex. Her eyes had drifted when she heard his familiar voice. She could have sworn she imagined her date as Spencer Reid because there he was, at a table not even five feet away.

Gone were the glasses and slicked-back hair, now replaced with contacts and curls that framed his face perfectly. His usual cardigan had been traded out for a crisp button-down with the sleeves pushed up, revealing surprisingly toned forearms. The Converse he usually wore were replaced with polished oxfords.

Y/N excused herself and stood up as if possessed by an unseen force, making her way over to his table.

“Spencer...?” she said, disbelief coloring her voice as he looked up.

Derek took notice of the same girl from before, grinning widely. “Yes?”

Spencer playfully hit Derek on the arm, but his laughter was short-lived. “Hi, Y/N,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of distance.

“You cut your hair,” she said, taking in his new look.

“I know,” Spencer replied, a hint of no shit in his smile.

“You look so much older,” Y/N remarked, trying to reconcile the image of the Spencer she knew with the man standing before her.

“Well, four years will do that to a person,” Spencer said, his gaze hardening slightly.

“So will getting shot at,” Derek jested with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “You’ve been shot at??”

“We’re in the FBI, sweetheart. You gonna introduce us, pretty boy?” Derek asked, flashing his charming smile.

Spencer had mentioned Derek to Y/N during their time together in Napa Valley, though they hadn’t been extremely close then. Likewise, he hadn’t told Derek much about Y/N, keeping their relationship mostly to himself.

“Sure. Y/N, this is my partner Derek. Derek, this is an old friend, Y/N,” Spencer introduced them, his voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside him.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were together,” Y/N said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Aren’t you here with a date, sugar?” Derek teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see Alex, who was watching the interaction with mild curiosity. “Oh yeah, yeah, I am.”

Derek chuckled, sensing the underlying tension. “Well, why don’t you get back to them and leave Dr. Reid and me to our business? Hmm?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sorry,” Y/N said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “It was good to see you, Spence.”

“You too, bye Y/N,” Spencer replied, his voice cool even as his heart ached with a bittersweet feeling as she returned to her date.

As Y/N settled back into her seat across from Alex, she couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heart. Seeing Spencer had stirred up emotions she thought she’d buried long ago. She tried to focus on her date, but her mind kept drifting back to Spencer and the unexpected encounter, the way he had seemed different yet so familiar.

She found herself glancing over at Spencer’s table more often than she intended, unable to shake the feeling that something significant had just passed between them. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and longing, and she realized that she wanted him more than she cared to admit.

—

On the walk back to the precinct, Derek finally broke the silence. “Alright, Reid. You wanna tell me what that was about? Who’s the girl?”

Spencer hesitated, then replied, “Her older brother was in my grade. We studied a lot together. I knew her from a distance. It was only a little over a year.”

“C’mon now, I know there’s more. Summer romance, perhaps?” Derek probed with a teasing grin.

Spencer snorted. “No, nothing like that. We were twelve.”

“You’re killing me, dude. It can’t be that bad, just tell me.” He said, throwing his friend a tired look.

“Alright, alright,” Spencer said, relenting as he recapped the wedding. 

“I got an invitation to her brother Adam's wedding," Spencer began, a hint of wistfulness in his voice. "He was always kind to me in high school, so I felt like I should go, even though I was nervous about seeing everyone again."

Derek nodded, listening intently as Spencer continued.

"I hadn't seen Y/N in years, and I didn’t know if I'd see her. Her brother booked the room arrangements, and there was a mix-up.”

Spencer paused, recalling the awkward but unexpectedly comforting encounter. "Y/N and I ended up sharing a room because there were no other available ones. It was unexpected, but we managed to reconnect."

“What was it like seeing her again?” Derek asked, intrigued.

“It was surreal," Spencer admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. "She was different, but the same. We spent time reminiscing about our childhood, and for a moment, it felt like no time had passed. She was funny, charming, and... she really made me feel like I belonged there."

Derek chuckled. "Sounds like you two hit it off."

"Yeah, we did," Spencer replied, his expression turning somber. "But then it got complicated. We spent the weekend together, talking and laughing, but when it came time to really confront what was happening between us, she left without saying goodbye. She left me a note explaining that she wasn't ready for anything more."

“Oh shit, man… and you haven’t talked to her since?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Didn’t want to get rejected again,” Spencer admitted, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. “She clearly didn’t know what she wanted.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Derek said thoughtfully, rubbing his stubble. “That makes sense. From that alone, she sounds pretty wishy-washy.”

“Mhm, drove me crazy,” Spencer confessed, shaking his head.

“In a good way?” Derek asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“In every way,” Spencer replied, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“You gonna see her again while we’re here?” Derek pressed, curious about Spencer’s next move.

“Not sure. She’s seeing someone,” Spencer said, a trace of dismissiveness in his tone.

“I see… but you said you were friends?” Derek said with a teasing smirk.

Spencer laughed. “Alright, you got me. Maybe I should talk to her.”

“In my extremely unbiased, objective, open-minded opinion, yes, you should,” Derek said, nodding sagely.

“She thinks we’re dating,” Spencer said, amusement coloring his voice.

“I know,” Derek laughed, enjoying the situation.

“Thanks for going with that. It felt really good,” Spencer admitted, feeling grateful for Derek’s support.

“I thought it might, Pretty Boy. You’d do the same for me,” Derek replied, sticking his hand out for a sideways shake.

Spencer firmly took his hand, a sense of camaraderie passing between them. “Yeah. I would.”

As they continued their walk, Spencer felt a sense of decidedness. Talking to Y/N seemed like the right thing to do, and with Derek’s encouragement, he was ready to take that step. 

—

Spencer was never comfortable with the idea of invading an innocent person’s privacy, especially when it came to Y/N. He had contemplated asking Penelope to find Y/N’s new address, but that felt like crossing a line he wasn’t ready to cross. Instead, he asked her to check if Y/N still worked at the same office in Las Vegas. Penelope’s search confirmed it—bingo. 

By Monday afternoon, Spencer had made up his mind to see Y/N. After a productive day at work, including a briefing with Hotch and completing a geographical profile for an ongoing case, he felt ready to take the plunge.

At precisely 4:45 p.m., Spencer arrived at Y/N's office building. The glass doors reflected the late afternoon sun, casting warm hues across the lobby. Spencer took a deep breath and positioned himself near the entrance, hoping to catch her as she left for the day.

He glanced around, adjusting his jacket and trying to appear casual despite the rapid beating of his heart. People streamed out of the building, but there was no sign of Y/N yet.

In recent years, Spencer had lost a lot of his shy demeanor, replacing it with a hard edge that came from the shit he'd endured. He was no longer the timid young agent who second-guessed himself. Yet, nothing made him feel nervous quite like the thought of a confrontation with Y/N.

In the past, she had always gotten the upper hand, often steering their interactions with an ease that left him both amused and bewildered. Not that he wanted to dominate their conversations, but being able to call the shots for once would feel nice. It would be a change of pace, a chance to show her that he wasn't the same person she once knew.

He couldn't help but wonder how this meeting would go. Maybe Y/N would piss him off enough for him to walk away this time. Probably not, but it was a good thought. He had replayed this scenario countless times in his mind, envisioning a confident, collected version of himself handling the situation with poise.

But deep down, he knew that Y/N had a way of unraveling him, of reaching into the core of who he was and drawing out the raw, unfiltered version of Spencer Reid. And perhaps that was part of the reason he felt so drawn to her.

Spencer took a deep breath, reminding himself why he was here. He wanted answers, closure, or maybe just a chance to reconnect with someone who had left an indelible mark on his life. It was a step he needed to take, regardless of the outcome.

And then he saw her.

Y/N emerged from the doors, her presence instantly recognizable. She moved with a natural grace, her expression focused as she checked something on her phone. Spencer's heart skipped a beat, a flood of memories washing over him.

He called her name softly, hoping to catch her attention without startling her. 

"Y/N?"

She looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as they locked onto his. For a moment, neither of them spoke, caught in a silent exchange of emotions and unspoken words. 

“Spencer?” she finally said, her voice carrying disbelief and curiosity. 

“Hi,” Spencer replied, offering a tentative smile. “I hope I’m not intruding.” 

Y/N blinked, processing his presence. “No, not at all. What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see you,” Spencer admitted, his tone earnest. “I’ve been thinking a lot about... everything. I didn’t want to leave things as they were.” 

Y/N hesitated, a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings rushing through her. Seeing Spencer again was unexpected, but a part of her felt relief—like she’d been waiting for this moment without realizing it. 

“I’m glad you came,” she said finally, a soft smile breaking through her initial surprise.

Spencer nodded, not wanting to give away his excitement at her words. His heart leaped at the idea that maybe she wanted this as much as he did.

“So… would you like to come to my place?” Y/N suggested, her voice gentle yet inviting. “We could talk, catch up?”

“Sure,” Spencer replied, trying to keep his tone casual even though anticipation was bubbling just beneath the surface.

—

Back in Y/N's living room, Spencer was determined to keep his emotions in check. He took a seat on the couch, his posture relaxed yet deliberate, ready to lead the conversation with a directness that was unusual for him.

Y/N returned from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of coffee, handing one to Spencer before settling into the chair across from him. She could sense the tension in the air, a blend of anticipation and unresolved feelings hanging between them.

“So, what’s been on your mind, Spence?” Y/N asked, her tone light but laced with curiosity.

Spencer took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He knew this was his chance to express what he had held back for so long, and he didn’t want to shy away from the truth.

“Y/N, I want to be honest with you,” he began, his voice steady and calm. “Our last encounter—the wedding—sucked. You walked away without saying goodbye, and that hurt. A lot.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, guilt flickering in her expression. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” Spencer replied, meeting her gaze with intensity. “But you did. And I need you to understand that. I thought we had something real, something worth exploring, but you ran.”

Y/N felt a knot tighten in her chest, Spencer's words hitting home. She had always known there were unresolved feelings between them, but hearing it so plainly brought it all to the forefront.

“I was scared,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of what it meant, scared of messing it up. I didn’t know how to handle it.”

Spencer nodded, taking in her admission. “I get that. I do. But you need to know that it wasn’t easy for me either. I wanted to be there for you, but I couldn’t if you wouldn’t let me.”

There was a moment of silence, the weight of their conversation settling in. Y/N took a sip of her coffee, allowing Spencer’s words to sink in.

“I’m sorry, Spencer,” she said again, her sincerity clear in her eyes. “I didn’t realize how much it affected you.”

Spencer softened slightly, seeing her genuine regret. “I don’t want to hold grudges, Y/N. I just needed you to know where I stood.”

Y/N nodded, a sense of relief mingling with her guilt. “Thank you for telling me. It means a lot.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension easing as they both absorbed the emotional exchange. Spencer, though still guarded, felt a sense of closure beginning to form.

“I’m glad we talked,” he said finally, a hint of a smile on his lips. “It feels good to clear the air.”

“Me too,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’ve missed you, Spencer. More than I realized.”

“I missed you too,” he said, smiling softly.

They sat there for a moment, the silence filled with an unspoken acknowledgment of the tug they both felt towards one another. Spencer could sense the nervous energy radiating from Y/N, excitement and uncertainty that matched his own feelings.

“So, um, how long are you in town for?” Y/N stumbled over her words slightly, a bit flustered by how handsome Spencer looked sitting in her living room, alone, in private.

“Just until we close the case,” Spencer replied, rubbing his hands on his pants, feeling awkward. “Hopefully not long.”

“I see,” she said, her voice trailing off.

“Yup,” he said, trying to find the right words to bridge the gap between them.

“Well, I’m glad I got to see you at all,” Y/N said, offering a small, tentative smile.

“Me too,” Spencer echoed, his mind racing with thoughts of what this meeting could mean for them.

“Um, Spence—I, if you want, would you want to get dinner with me?” Y/N asked, her voice carrying a note of hope.

“Like a date?” he said bluntly, catching her off guard.

Y/N’s face flushed fully, something Spencer thoroughly enjoyed, feeling a bit smug at having elicited such a reaction. “Yeah… like a date.”

“Aren’t you seeing someone?” Spencer asked, the hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

“Oh, uh, Alex? I mean, kind of, but—”

“Then, no,” he said firmly, cutting her off.

“No, Spencer, it’s not like that. It’s casual,” Y/N tried to explain, her tone pleading.

“Is everything casual to you?” he snapped, standing up abruptly. “You just run away when things get real?”

Y/N was taken aback by the intensity of his words, her heart sinking as she realized how deeply she had hurt him. “Spencer, that’s not fair—”

“Isn’t it?” he interrupted, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. “You left without a word, and now you want to pick up like nothing happened?”

“I didn’t know what to do back then,” she said, her voice breaking. “I was scared. Of what it meant, of how I felt. I’m sorry.”

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. The frustration he felt was visible, but so was the longing that had never quite faded. “I just needed you to be honest with me, Y/N. To let me in.”

“I know,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know I messed up, and I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I want to try, Spencer. I want to make it right.”

Spencer hesitated, the conflict within him evident. He had imagined this moment many times, wondering if he would ever have the courage to confront Y/N about the past. Now that it was happening, he wasn’t sure how to navigate the emotions swirling inside him.

“Look,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “I need some time to think about all of this. I want to believe you, but I need to know you’re serious.”

“I am,” Y/N promised, her voice steady despite the vulnerability in her eyes. “I care about you, Spencer. I always have.”

They stood there in the living room, the air thick with unresolved tension and a hint of hope. Spencer took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their shared history and the possibility of a future that might still be within reach.

“Okay,” he said finally, nodding. “I’m going to go back to my hotel, alone. Give me your phone number and I’ll call you tomorrow. But no more games, Y/N.”

“No more games,” she agreed, a small, hopeful smile breaking through the uncertainty.

—

When Spencer arrived at the precinct in the morning, he immediately dove into his work. The case was complex, demanding his full attention and analytical skills. As he focused on the files spread out before him, he failed to notice the bouquet of white and lilac roses sitting elegantly in a mosaic glass vase on the front desk.

After everyone got settled in and Hotch conducted the morning debrief, one of the deputies walked in, holding the vase of flowers.

“Hey, someone left these at the front desk. They’re for a... Doc Ock?” the deputy announced with a bemused expression.

Spencer flushed, caught off guard by the unexpected delivery and the memory of waking up wrapped around Y/N. He quickly stood up, his face a shade of pink as he made his way to the front of the room.

“Thank you,” he said with a nod, taking the flowers from the deputy’s hands.

As he returned to his desk, he could feel the eyes of his teammates on him, each of them filled with curiosity. He tried to ignore the knowing smiles and raised eyebrows as he carefully retrieved the card nestled within the bouquet.

Spencer unfolded the card, angling it slightly to avoid any prying eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized Y/N’s now familiar handwriting.

Hey Doc,

I think it's silly that people usually only buy flowers for celebration or apologies. I also think that you deserve flowers all the time for any reason. Beautiful people should have beautiful things. I know you’re going to read into the meaning of the colors, and yes, I did my research. While white roses signify apology, I already said sorry, so you’ll have to take them for the meaning I intended: a new beginning. As for the lilac…

Xoxox

Petit Chou

Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he read the note, his heart warming at the thoughtfulness behind it. He felt a sense of joy and anticipation that he realized only ever came with being around Y/N.

“Who’s it from, Pretty Boy?” Derek teased, trying to get a glimpse of the card.

Spencer quickly slipped the note back into the envelope, maintaining an air of mystery. “Just a friend,” he replied, unable to hide the hint of happiness in his voice.

“Looks like a pretty special friend,” JJ remarked with a wink.

Spencer nodded, feeling grateful for the unexpected gesture and the possibility of rekindling what he once thought was lost.

“Yeah,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. “She is.”

As he placed the vase on his desk, the sweet scent of the roses filled the room, a reminder of the new beginning that awaited him with Y/N. It was a moment of hope and renewal, one that Spencer cherished deeply.

It was hard to focus on work that day, with Y/N heavy on Spencer’s mind once again. She was absolutely nuts in his eyes, sending lilac roses of all things…love at first sight.

—

Y/N received Spencer's phone call as promised. She was so nervous she’d miss it that she elected to work from home that day. When the phone finally rang, she took a deep breath before answering, feeling the anticipation and excitement.

“Hello?” Y/N said, a smile evident in her tone.

“Hey, psycho,” Spencer teased, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“I’m afraid you have the wrong number,” Y/N replied playfully. “I’m crazy, not a psycho.”

“Agree to disagree,” Spencer countered, grinning on his end of the line.

“That’s a heavy accusation coming from you, Doctor,” Y/N said, settling into the easy banter they had always shared.

“Lilac roses?” Spencer questioned, shifting the conversation back to the flowers she had sent.

“You figured it out, huh?” Y/N replied, a touch of pride in her voice.

“You knew I would,” Spencer said, his tone softening.

“I knew you would,” Y/N echoed, the sincerity in her words clear.

“You wanted me to know,” Spencer pressed, curious about the depth of her intentions.

“I needed you to know,” Y/N confessed, her voice carrying a vulnerability she rarely showed.

“Why?” Spencer asked, genuinely wanting to understand.

There was a pause on the line, the weight of the moment hanging between them. Y/N took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully

“Because it’s true,” she said finally, her voice steady but full of emotion. “I’ve always had a hard time expressing myself, especially when it comes to you, Spencer. I wanted you to understand how important you are to me. How important you’ve always been to me.”

Spencer felt his heart swell at her words, the sincerity and openness touching something deep within him. He had always sensed a special connection between them, but hearing Y/N express it so openly made him realize just how much he had missed her.

“Thank you,” Spencer said softly, his voice holding gratitude and affection.

“Anything for you,” Y/N replied, her words warm and reassuring

“I have to go, but I’ll talk to you soon,” Spencer said, regret tinged with the promise of future conversations.

“Okay, talk soon,” Y/N responded, a smile audible in her voice.

They ended the call, and Spencer stood for a moment, phone still in hand, processing the conversation. He felt a renewed sense of hope, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new chapter—one that he hoped would lead them back to each other, this time for good.

—

Y/N was stuck smiling like a moron after her conversation with Spencer, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush all over again. Her heart was fluttering, and she couldn't stop replaying the conversation in her head, each word replaying with a sense of joy and promise. Thank god she stayed home from work, her coworkers would have had a field day with the dopey look on her face. 

That was something Alex never made her feel. Alex. Shit.

Her mind jolted back to reality as she realized she had another important call to make. The weight of her decision settled in her chest, but she knew what she needed to do.

Y/N took a deep breath, pulling up Alex's number on her phone. She knew it wouldn’t be an easy conversation, but it was necessary. Alex deserved honesty, and Y/N had to follow her heart, even if it meant ending things with someone who had been nothing but kind to her.

After a few rings, Alex picked up, their voice warm and familiar. "Hey, Y/N. How’s it going?"

“Hey, Alex,” Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light despite the seriousness of the call. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

“Sure,” they said, picking up on the slight tension in her voice. “What’s up?”

Y/N took another deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “I wanted to talk to you about something important. I’ve been doing some thinking, and I feel like it’s only fair to be honest with you.”

“Okay…” Alex said, their tone cautious.

With that weight lifted, her mind returned to Spencer, and the possibilities of what their renewed relationship might bring. Y/N felt hopeful about the future. She was ready to embrace whatever came next, knowing that this time, she would be honest with herself and with Spencer about what she truly wanted.

—

Unfortunately, Spencer didn’t have another chance to see Y/N before the team had to return to Virginia. The case had wrapped up quickly, and duty called them back to Quantico sooner than he had hoped. As the plane soared through the sky, Spencer found himself staring out the window, his thoughts consumed by Y/N and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Once back in his apartment, Spencer wasted no time. He dropped his bags, kicked off his shoes, and immediately reached for his phone. He needed to hear Y/N’s voice, to let her know that he was serious about pursuing whatever it was they had rekindled.

He dialed her number, anticipation building as the line rang.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, her voice a comforting balm to his weary mind.

“Hey, it’s me,” Spencer said, smiling despite his exhaustion. “I just got back home.”

“Hey, me. Your voice sounds different here, did it get deeper?” Y/N teased, her playful tone immediately lightening Spencer’s mood.

“You’re an idiot,” Spencer laughed affectionately, the sound of her voice soothing the stress from his long journey.

“So first I’m a psycho, and now I’m an idiot. That’s a lot of negative self-talk, me. Are you okay?” Y/N quipped, her humor shining through.

Spencer got a good laugh in, thoroughly entertained by Y/N’s sense of humor. “I’m okay,” he assured, shaking his head in amusement.

“Listen, I know we didn’t get much time together while I was in Vegas, but I wanted to tell you that I’m serious about us. I’d like to plan a trip out to visit you as soon as I can so we can try dating. See if it even works between the two of us.”

Y/N was silent for a moment, and Spencer held his breath, waiting for her response.

“I’d really like that, Spencer,” she finally said, her tone filled with warmth and excitement. “I was actually hired by a magazine to write this article, and I think you’d be the perfect person to help me!”

“Oh, really?” Spencer asked, still gullible despite her teasing tone. “What’s it about?”

“Oh, you’re going to love it! It’s going to be called ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,’ and—”

“On second thought, I’m so busy here I don’t think I can get any time off,” Spencer teased seriously, playing along with her joke.

“Oh no! My perfect plan!” Y/N laughed, her voice a melody of genuine joy.

Spencer chuckled, his heart feeling light and full. “You got me there. But seriously, I’d love to visit.”

“Good, because I wasn’t joking about the visiting part,” Y/N said, her voice softening. “I really want to see you, Spencer. And not just for an article.”

“I want to see you too,” Spencer replied earnestly. “I’ll look at my schedule and figure out when I can come. I want to make this work.”

“Take your time,” Y/N reassured, her sincerity evident. “Whenever you can come, I’ll be here.”

They spent the rest of the conversation discussing potential dates and places they could visit together, both feeling the excitement of what lay ahead. Their banter was effortless, their connection undeniable, and Spencer found himself looking forward to this new chapter.

—

As luck would have it, Y/N’s job offered much more flexibility than Spencer’s, allowing her to take time off with relative ease. With that in mind, Spencer approached Hotch about taking two weeks off, explaining his plans and the importance of the time off. Hotch agreed, granting Spencer the time away with the condition that he remain available in case a serious case arose. In such an event, Spencer would work from Quantico alongside Penelope.

On the other hand, Y/N was allotted a two-week vacation on the condition that she take her computer and remain accessible for any urgent work matters. She readily agreed, buzzing with excitement at the thought of seeing Spencer and experiencing his world in Virginia. 

The month leading up to her trip seemed to fly by. Spencer had been called on another case almost immediately after their initial reunion, but they stayed in constant contact.

Now, the day had finally arrived. Y/N sat on the plane, her heart racing with anticipation. She pulled out her phone, sending Spencer a quick text to let him know she had made it onto the plane and that they were about to take off.

Hey Spence, I just wanted to let you know I’m on the plane, and we’re about to take off! I can’t wait to see you. :)

She glanced out the window as the plane began to taxi down the runway. As the plane lifted into the sky, Y/N closed her eyes, letting the hum of the engines soothe her nerves. The flight would be a few hours, giving her plenty of time to reflect on the past and the possibilities of the future.

Meanwhile, in Virginia Spencer received Y/N’s text just as he was tidying up his apartment, a sense of excitement coursing through him. He had spent the past week preparing for her visit, ensuring everything was perfect for her arrival. He wanted to share his world with her, to show her the life he had built in Virginia.

He texted back quickly, his fingers flying over the keys.

Hey, Y/N! I’m so glad to hear you’re on your way. I can’t wait to see you. Safe travels!

As he hit send, Spencer felt a flutter of anticipation. It had been a long time since he had looked forward to something with such eagerness, and the prospect of spending time with Y/N filled him with joy.

—

Spencer stood outside the baggage claim at Dulles International Airport, his heart racing with anticipation. In his hand, he held a small, handwritten sign that read Mrs. Ock, a playful nod to the nickname that had become a lighthearted joke between them.

As travelers streamed past him, Spencer scanned the crowd, his eyes searching for the familiar face he had been looking forward to seeing. The excitement was palpable, a mix of nerves and happiness bubbling within him.

And then he saw her.

Y/N emerged from the crowd, looking slightly travel-worn but radiating the same beauty and charm that had drawn him to her in the first place. Her eyes lit up when she spotted him, a smile breaking across her face as she approached.

“Spencer!” she called, her voice rising above the chatter of the busy terminal.

He grinned, holding up the sign as she walked toward him. “Welcome to Virginia, Mrs. Ock,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate.

Y/N laughed, reaching him with open arms. “I can’t believe you actually made a sign,” she said, wrapping him in a hug that felt both familiar and new.

“It seemed fitting,” Spencer replied, embracing her tightly, feeling the warmth and comfort of her presence. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Me too,” Y/N said, pulling back slightly to look at him, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I’ve missed you.”

They lingered for a moment, soaking in the reality of being together again. The weeks apart had only heightened their anticipation, and now, standing face to face, it felt like no time had passed at all.

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, her excitement evident as she retrieved her luggage from the carousel.

“Well,” Spencer began, taking her suitcase in hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I thought we could start with a seven-hour history of every event that has ever taken place in Virginia, followed by a pop quiz. And then, you could help me translate this new book I got from Korean to Russian.”

Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head at his playful seriousness. “Sounds perfect,” she replied, playing along. “But before the history lesson, are there any high ledges I can stand on top of? You know, just for dramatic effect.”

Spencer chuckled, enjoying their banter. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a nice, tall building for you to contemplate life from. It might even offer a panoramic view of all the historical landmarks I’m going to lecture you about.”

“Excellent. I’ll need a good view while I ponder my life choices,” Y/N teased, giving him a playful nudge as they made their way through the bustling airport.

As they walked out into the warm Virginia air, Spencer felt a sense of happiness he had forgotten he could feel. The playfulness between them was infectious, a reminder of the tie they shared that had survived time and distance.

“Seriously, though,” Spencer said, turning to face Y/N as they reached the car. “I have a few places in mind that I think you’ll really enjoy. But we can save sightseeing for another day. I’m sure you’re tired.”

“Spence,” she said, gazing up at him with a smile, “I’ll do anything you want to do.”

A mischievous glint appeared in Spencer’s eyes as he replied, “Well, I was recently gifted the Kama Sutra...”

“Spencer Reid!” Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as she playfully smacked his arm. Her laughter filled the air, a sound that warmed Spencer’s heart.

He chuckled, enjoying her reaction. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But really, we can do whatever you feel like. I’m just happy you’re here.”

Y/N shook her head, a grin still on her face as she settled into the car. “You’ve changed, Doctor Reid. I like this new side of you.”

Spencer flashed a charming smile as he started the engine. “You bring it out in me,” he admitted, glancing at her with genuine affection.

—

As they drove through the quaint streets of Virginia, the passing scenery was a blend of historic charm and natural beauty, with tree-lined streets and quaint buildings that painted a picturesque backdrop for their reunion.

“Virginia is beautiful,” Y/N remarked, her eyes taking in the scenery with awe.

“It is,” Spencer agreed, feeling a swell of pride. “And I’m glad I get to show it to you.”

The drive felt both comforting and exhilarating, the anticipation of the days ahead making each mile more exciting.

When they finally arrived at Spencer’s apartment, Y/N stepped out of the car, her eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.

“This is it,” Spencer said, opening the door and motioning for her to enter. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Y/N stepped inside, taking in the carefully curated space that reflected Spencer’s personality perfectly. The shelves were lined with books, of course, and the decor was a mix of comfort and intellectual charm.

“It’s exactly how I imagined it,” Y/N said, turning to him with a smile. “Cozy and full of books.”

Spencer chuckled, closing the door behind them. “I hope it’s not too overwhelming.”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied, her tone sincere. “It’s perfect.”

“Well, I’ll show you my bedroom. We can put your stuff in there,” Spencer said, leading the way down the hallway.

“Oh great! And where will you be sleeping?” Y/N teased, raising an eyebrow as she followed him.

“In the bathtub, obviously,” Spencer replied with a smirk.

“Fantastic, we don’t need a repeat of last time,” Y/N shot back, grinning at the memory of their playful exchanges.

“Sure, Mrs. Ock, I know how much you hated it,” Spencer quipped, chuckling at their shared joke.

“I am not at liberty to confirm or deny that,” Y/N said, feigning innocence.

“Mhm,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes playfully as they reached his bedroom. “So, this is the bedroom, where I like to keep my clothes and lie awake at night thinking about serial killers.”

“Ohh, so relaxing,” Y/N said, taking in the room with a mock-serious expression. “Is this where you keep the Kama Sutra too?”

Spencer laughed, shaking his head. “No, that’s in a special place reserved for when I really need to unwind after a long day.”

“Oh, of course,” Y/N said, nodding sagely. “Everyone needs a little light reading before bed.”

They both burst into laughter, the easy banter between them an indication of the comfort they shared. 

As Y/N unpacked her belongings, she felt a sense of belonging that she hadn’t anticipated. Spencer’s space was filled with little details that made it uniquely his—bookmarks tucked into half-read novels, maps pinned to the walls, and a cozy armchair that looked like it had been well-loved over the years.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” Y/N said, glancing over at Spencer as she placed her suitcase in the corner.

“Of course,” Spencer replied, his voice warm with sincerity. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Y/N smiled, feeling the weight of the journey that had led them to this moment. The excitement and familiarity, a step into the unknown that felt just right.

—

That evening, after Y/N and Spencer enjoyed some takeout for dinner, they settled on Spencer’s couch, ready to wind down with a movie. The room was cozy and dimly lit, the perfect setting for a relaxing night in.

“I’m not watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,” Spencer declared as they discussed movie options, a playful smirk on his face.

“It’s a classic!” Y/N protested, leaning back into the cushions with an exaggerated pout.

“It’s literally not,” Spencer countered, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

“But I love that movie,” Y/N insisted, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes.

“And I do not care at all,” Spencer replied, shaking his head with mock sternness.

“Fine, asshole, what do you want to watch?” Y/N relented, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile.

“We could watch one of the Star Wars movies,” Spencer suggested, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

“Let me guess… Return of the Jedi?” Y/N teased, raising an eyebrow knowingly.

“No…” Spencer said, dragging out the word in a way that told Y/N she had guessed right.

“You just want to see Princess Leia in a bikini!” she exclaimed, playfully nudging him with her elbow.

Spencer laughed, the sound genuine and free. “I’ll have you know that Return of the Jedi is a pivotal moment in the saga’s narrative arc, with or without the bikini.”

“Oh, sure, sure. It’s all about the ‘narrative arc,’” Y/N teased, putting air quotes around his words.

“Fine, if you insist,” Spencer said, finally admitting with a sheepish grin. “Leia does have her moments.”

“Busted!” Y/N laughed, delighted by his admission.

Spencer rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “What can I say? I have a soft spot for rebellious princesses.”

“Don’t we all?” Y/N said, settling back against the couch cushions. “Alright, let’s watch it. But I reserve the right to critique every plot hole and outdated special effect.”

“Deal,” Spencer agreed, grabbing the remote and selecting Return of the Jedi.

As the opening crawl began, Y/N and Spencer settled in, the familiar theme music filling the room. They watched as the story unfolded, occasionally pausing to discuss their favorite scenes or to laugh at Y/N’s witty commentary on the more dated aspects of the film.

About halfway through the movie, Y/N got up to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she was surprised to find Spencer waiting with a playful look in his eyes. As she walked around the couch, he held out his hand to her, signaling for her to take it.

With a curious smile, Y/N accepted his hand, only to be gently pulled down next to him, their sides pressed comfortably together. Spencer then let go of her hand in favor of wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and kissing her head softly.

“Did… did I just get romanced by Spencer Reid?” Y/N asked, her voice filled with teasing disbelief.

“Shhh, the movie’s on,” Spencer replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Are you flirting with me?” Y/N pressed, glancing up at him with a knowing grin.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Spencer said, feigning innocence as he tried to focus on the screen.

Y/N wasn’t having it. She proceeded to poke her fingers into Spencer’s ticklish side, causing him to squirm and laugh despite himself.

“Okay, uncle! Uncle!” Spencer finally conceded between fits of laughter. “Yes, I’m flirting with you!”

“Good, loser,” Y/N said, settling back against him with a satisfied smile.

“I’m going to remember this,” Spencer warned playfully.

“You remember everything,” Y/N teased, poking him gently in the ribs.

—

As they tidied up and got ready to call it a night, Y/N couldn’t help but reflect on how perfect the evening had been. The easy laughter and shared moments reminded her of why she had been so drawn to Spencer in the first place.

“Thanks for indulging me,” Spencer said, turning to face her as they stood in the living room.

“You gave me no choice," Y/N teased, "I hope you dream of me in the golden bikini.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go find my… reading material.”

“Pervert!” Y/N laughed, swatting his arm. “You’re so bold now.”

“Is that okay?” Spencer asked, his voice dropping to a more serious tone as he searched her eyes for an answer.

“It’s more than okay,” Y/N replied softly, her gaze meeting his with amusement and something deeper.

The two got ready for bed, Spencer being convinced Y/N had put on the smallest things she could find in her suitcase to torture him. Luckily, he wasn’t still the same bumbling idiot he was four years ago—he didn't get hard when the wind brushed by anymore.

He might not actually have the Kama Sutra, but he had finally indulged in self-pleasure. Let's just say, he holds himself together a lot better now.

—

Spencer could not hold himself together at all. He woke up spooning Y/N once again, albeit less like an octopus and more like a boyfriend. His very hard dick was pressing into her very soft ass, waking the rest of his body up very quickly. He swallowed, trying to calm himself and think of literally anything else, but it was no use.

The feel of her warmth against him, the rise and fall of her breathing, was all-consuming. Not wanting to scare her too soon, especially considering how things went last time, Spencer eased out of bed as carefully as possible, trying not to disturb her. He slipped into the shower, hoping the cold water might calm his nerves.

Y/N didn’t even remember falling asleep last night; she was just so comfortable in Spencer’s bed. She was surrounded by the rich smell of him, the warmth of his covers, and the knowledge that he was there. It was as if the sheets were wrapped around her like a cocoon of security, and she didn’t really want to get up.

She sighed contentedly, letting her eyes drift open, only to find Spencer missing from the bed. Much to her disappointment, he wasn’t beside her anymore. But the sound of the shower running from the bathroom clued her in to where he had run off to.

Spencer’s apartment only had one bathroom, and now that she was tuned into the sound of running water, staying in bed was a luxury she couldn’t afford. The pressing need to pee was becoming more urgent by the second.

Getting out of bed, she padded softly toward the bathroom, considering the situation. This might be too intimate for two people who said they would try dating but still hadn’t even kissed. But it was this or pee on his floor. Being the germaphobe Spencer is, she didn’t think he’d appreciate that too much.

She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand to knock gently on the bathroom door. “Spencer?” she called, her voice slightly muffled by the door.

Startled by her voice, Spencer dropped the soap with a thud. He cursed under his breath, fumbling to pick it up. “Uh, yeah?” he replied, trying to sound casual despite the surprise.

“Can I come in?” Y/N asked, shifting from foot to foot, hoping he’d understand her urgency.

“...Why?” Spencer asked cautiously, the water continuing to patter around him in the shower.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk, even though he couldn’t see it. “Well, I didn’t get to see you naked in Napa,” she teased, hoping to lighten the situation with a joke.

“Y/N!” Spencer spluttered, feeling his cheeks flush even though he knew she was just kidding.

“I need to pee really bad,” she admitted, the humor dropping from her tone to emphasize the urgency.

There was a brief pause, and Y/N could almost hear the wheels turning in Spencer’s head as he considered her request.

“Fine,” Spencer finally relented with a sigh, “just don’t look, please. It’s a glass shower.”

“Promise,” Y/N replied, her tone both relieved and playful. She opened the door just enough to slip inside, determined to keep her eyes averted as she made a beeline for the toilet.

As she settled down, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, the familiarity of it feeling strangely comforting. “You know, this is definitely a new level of intimacy for us.”

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head as he tried to focus on rinsing off. “Yeah, well, just another day in the life of Dr. Reid.”

Y/N finished up and washed her hands, keeping her back turned to him the entire time to respect his request for privacy. As she headed back out, she paused by the door, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Thanks, Spence. Oh, one more thing,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“What’s that?” Spencer asked, glancing at her curiously from behind the glass shower door.

“Did your ass get bigger?” she quipped, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him a little more.

Spencer burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the tiles. “Get out!” he exclaimed, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

Y/N grinned, giving him a cheeky wave before slipping out of the bathroom, feeling lighthearted. She left Spencer to finish his shower with amusement and affection for the woman who had quickly become such an important part of his life.

—

Spencer and Y/N spent the day exploring all of Spencer’s favorite spots. They strolled through parks, visited local bookstores, and even stopped by a quaint café Spencer adored. Y/N found herself overflowing with adoration for the man who seemed to find joy and wonder in the simplest of things. She admired the way he spoke passionately about his interests, the light in his eyes when he shared a new fact, and the genuine kindness he showed to everyone they encountered.

Spencer, on the other hand, felt his heart swell with every smile Y/N gave him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he might be falling in love with her, something that both excited and terrified him. Her laughter, her curiosity, and the way she made him feel like he was the only person in the world were intoxicating.

As the day turned to evening, they ended up back at Spencer’s apartment per his request that they dress nicely for dinner reservations he had made at a fancy restaurant. The thought of a romantic evening filled him with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

Spencer left Y/N to use the bathroom, only needing to change clothes and tousle his hair a bit. He opted for a crisp, tailored suit that brought out the color of his eyes, feeling it was a special enough occasion to warrant the extra effort.

Y/N, meanwhile, took her time selecting the best dress she had packed, one that hugged her curves just right and made her feel confident. She applied slightly more makeup than usual, enhancing her features and adding a touch of elegance to her appearance. She wanted to impress, knowing that this was a night she wanted to remember.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Spencer was sitting in his living room, engrossed in a book. He looked up as she entered, and his eyes widened in appreciation.

“Ready to go?” Y/N asked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Spencer glanced over his shoulder, the angle making his jaw look extra sharp. His breath caught for a moment as he took in her transformation. “Jesus, I didn’t know you could clean up that well.”

“Shut up, Doctor,” Y/N replied, blushing under his intense gaze.

“I’m serious,” Spencer said, putting his book on the table and standing up. He approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re breathtaking.”

“And you’re cheesy,” Y/N said, trying to deflect the compliment but unable to hide her smile.

“You love it,” Spencer teased, his voice low and playful.

“The jury’s still out,” Y/N replied, though her voice betrayed her amusement.

“Yeah?” Spencer asked, stepping closer until he was right in front of her, his breath fanning over her face. His proximity sent a thrill through her, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N managed to say, her voice a whisper as she met his gaze, feeling the tension and anticipation crackling in the air between them.

Spencer reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch soft and reverent. He looked at her with such warmth and sincerity that she felt herself melt under his gaze.

“Let’s go,” Spencer said softly, offering his arm to her.

Y/N took it, feeling a sense of excitement as they headed out the door, ready to enjoy an evening that promised to be as magical as the day they had shared.

—

After being seated in the gorgeous restaurant, Y/N and Spencer settled into the comfortable ambiance, surrounded by soft candlelight and the murmur of conversations from other patrons. The place was elegant, with high ceilings and ornate decorations that gave it a timeless charm. Spencer had chosen well, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of this special evening.

As they perused the menu, the conversation naturally flowed into laughter and stories, each taking turns recounting moments that had shaped their lives since they last saw each other.

“I swear!” Y/N exclaimed, her eyes wide with amusement. “Hand to my heart, Adam thought he could handle watching Lizzie give birth. He took one look at the head crowning and passed out!”

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. “That sounds like Adam. Always so confident until reality hits.”

Y/N laughed, nodding in agreement. “Lizzie was not impressed. She had to finish giving birth and then tend to him once he came around. He claims he wasn’t out for long, but I swear it was a solid minute before he came to.”

“I can just imagine the look on Lizzie’s face,” Spencer said, grinning. “She must have been livid.”

“Oh, she was,” Y/N confirmed, giggling. “But you know Adam. He made it up to her with his charm and a dozen apologies.”

Spencer leaned back in his chair, enjoying the easy rapport they shared. It felt good to laugh and reminisce, the years between them melting away with every shared story.

“What about you?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued. “Any memorable moments you’ve had to deal with recently?”

Spencer paused, considering the past few years. “Well, there was that time we had to deal with a bomb threat at a library. I was in the middle of reshelving a section when they called in the evacuation.”

“A bomb threat?” Y/N said, eyes widening. “That sounds terrifying.”

“It was,” Spencer admitted, though his tone remained light. “But it all worked out in the end. The threat was a hoax, but not before my team teased me about being more concerned for the books than myself.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You would be more worried about the books.”

“Guilty as charged,” Spencer replied, a playful glint in his eyes.

—

As the evening unfolded, the restaurant's attentive waitstaff served them a series of exquisite dishes, each one more delicious than the last. Spencer and Y/N shared bites of their meals, their mutual enjoyment adding another layer of intimacy to the night.

“Have you ever tried this before?” Spencer asked, offering a forkful of his dish to Y/N.

“No, but it looks amazing,” Y/N said, leaning forward to taste it. “Wow, that’s incredible.”

“I thought you’d like it,” Spencer said, pleased with her reaction.

Y/N returned the favor, offering him a bite from her plate. “You have to try this one. It’s divine.”

Spencer obliged, savoring the flavor. “You have excellent taste,” he complimented, earning a satisfied smile from Y/N.

As they continued to share their meal, Spencer found himself more and more captivated by Y/N. Her laughter, her stories, the way her eyes lit up with enthusiasm—it all made him realize just how much he had missed having her in his life.

—

Toward the end of the meal, as they lingered over dessert, Spencer took a moment to reflect on everything that had led to this point. The twists and turns, the missed connections, and finally, the chance to reconnect.

“Y/N,” Spencer said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that caught her attention. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Y/N looked at him, her expression softening. “I am too, Spencer. I’ve missed this—us.”

There was a moment of silence, but it was a comfortable one, filled with the understanding and union that words sometimes failed to express. Spencer reached across the table, his fingers lightly grazing Y/N’s hand, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin against his own.

Her heart fluttered at the contact, and she couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “About us, about what might have been if we’d stayed in touch.”

Spencer nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. “Me too. It’s funny how life works sometimes, bringing people back together when you least expect it.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. “I guess some things are just meant to be, even if they take a little detour.”

Their eyes met, and Spencer felt a swell of emotion, realizing that this was a moment he wanted to remember forever. It wasn’t just about the past or the what-ifs, but about the present and the possibilities that lay ahead.

“So, what do you think?” Spencer asked, his tone playful yet sincere. “About us trying to make this work?”

Y/N took a deep breath, considering the question. It was a big step, but one she was ready to take.

“I think it’s worth a shot,” she replied, her eyes shining with hope. “I’d like to see where this goes, Spencer. I really would.”

Spencer’s heart soared at her words, the promise of a new beginning filling him with excitement and anticipation.

—

As they finished their dessert and prepared to leave the restaurant, Spencer and Y/N felt a sense of optimism and joy. The night had been perfect, a blend of laughter, shared memories, and heartfelt conversations that brought them closer together than ever before.

“Ready to head back?” Spencer asked, offering his hand to help her up from the table.

“Ready when you are,” Y/N replied, taking his hand and feeling a thrill at the touch.

They walked out of the restaurant into the cool evening air, hand in hand, the stars twinkling above them like a promise of new adventures to come.

As they strolled back to Spencer’s apartment, the city lights casting a warm glow around them, they talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as naturally as it always had.

When they reached the apartment, Spencer held the door open for her, a gentlemanly gesture that made Y/N’s heart flutter.

“Thank you,” she said, stepping inside and feeling the comfort of his presence beside her.

“My pleasure,” Spencer replied, a smile tugging at his lips.

Once inside, Y/N kicked off her heels and sighed contentedly, the evening having been everything she had hoped for and more. Spencer joined her on the couch, and they sat together, savoring the moment.

“Today was amazing,” Y/N said, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m glad,” Spencer replied, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer. “I wanted it to be special.”

“It was,” Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. “Thank you, Spencer.”

They sat there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the quiet of the apartment a soothing backdrop to their thoughts and feelings. It was a moment of peace and reflection. 

“I don’t want this to end,” Spencer said softly, voicing the thought that had been on his mind all night.

“It doesn’t have to,” Y/N replied, lifting her head to look at him.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything felt right. The past, the present, and the future all seemed to converge, leading them to this point where anything was possible.

Spencer leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her gently, the touch a promise of what lay ahead. Y/N kissed him back, feeling the warmth and love that had been building between them, finally finding its place in the world they were creating together.

The kiss deepened as Spencer’s hands cupped Y/N’s face, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. The tender touch sent shivers down her spine, and she leaned into him, savoring the spark that felt both electric and comforting. Spencer’s fingers slowly tangled in her hair, pulling her even closer as he let himself get lost in the moment.

Y/N’s hands found their way to Spencer’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt. She marveled at the strength and tenderness in him, the way he seemed to know exactly what she needed. As if sensing her thoughts, Spencer pulled back slightly, gazing into her eyes with intensity and affection.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice a soft murmur that wrapped around her like a warm embrace.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection and desire. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

With a playful glint in his eye, Spencer leaned in again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle this time. It was a kiss filled with passion and urgency, a reflection of the emotions that had been simmering between them for so long.

Spencer’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her onto his lap as he deepened the kiss. Y/N could feel the heat radiating from his growing erection, a fire that matched her own. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the affinity they shared.

“Are you okay with this?” Spencer asked softly, pulling back just enough to search her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Y/N nodded, her breath hitching as she felt his hands trail up her sides. “More than okay,” she assured him, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Spencer smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. He took her hand and guided it to the buttons of his shirt, silently inviting her to take the next step. Y/N’s fingers worked quickly, undoing each button with anticipation and eagerness.

As she pushed the fabric aside, revealing the toned muscles beneath, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before her. Spencer was beautiful, a perfect blend of strength and vulnerability, and she felt a surge of emotion at the thought of being here with him.

Spencer seemed to read her thoughts, and he reached for the zipper of her dress, his touch both gentle and confident. The sound of the zipper filled the room, a quiet yet thrilling reminder of the moment they were sharing.

But as the fabric loosened around her shoulders, Y/N felt a sudden rush of emotions and pulled back slightly, placing her hand gently on Spencer’s chest. “Wait,” she said softly.

Spencer immediately froze, concern flashing across his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “This is a lot,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. The emotions swirling inside her were intense; desire, fear, and longing.

Spencer swore he could feel his heart break, the words echoing painfully in his mind. Y/N had said very similar words to him four years ago before she left, and he couldn’t help but fear that history might repeat itself.

“Okay, let's slow down,” Spencer said gently, his voice calm and reassuring as he moved his hand away from her dress. He wanted to give her space and reassurance, making sure she felt comfortable and safe.

Y/N looked up at him, relief flooding through her as she saw the understanding and care in his eyes. “I just—I’ve wanted you for so long, and I’m a little overwhelmed,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing with vulnerability. “We have time. Can we take baby steps?”

“Of course, babe,” Spencer replied, a soft smile playing on his lips as he cupped her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin.

Babe. Babe. Babe. Y/N's mind spun as she replayed the word, feeling a thrill run through her. Spencer called her babe. It was a simple term of endearment, but it carried a weight of affection and intimacy that made her heart skip a beat.

“You called me babe,” she said, her voice filled with surprise and delight.

Spencer chuckled softly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “I did,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Is that okay?”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. “It’s very okay,” she replied, her smile growing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You’re still hard,” Y/N observed, her voice holding amusement and curiosity as she glanced down at the noticeable tension between them.

“I’m violently aware of that fact,” Spencer replied, a hint of exasperation coloring his tone as he tried to maintain some semblance of control.

Y/N smirked, clearly enjoying his predicament. “What do you want to do about that?”

Spencer took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. “First, you’re wonderful,” he said, his voice laced with affection, “but I’m going to need you to get off of me.”

“Why?” Y/N asked, feigning innocence as she shifted slightly, her movements deliberate and teasing.

“Don’t tease me right now, it’s not nice,” Spencer warned, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.

“But I like teasing you,” Y/N countered, her smile widening as she reveled in the effect she had on him.

Spencer arched an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “You won’t always be in charge, Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more suggestive tone.

“Are you saying I am right now?” she challenged, her tone playful and confident.

“I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” Spencer replied, trying to sound stern but failing as his own amusement crept into his voice.

Y/N laughed softly, clearly enjoying the banter between them. But her playful teasing took a more daring turn as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his skin.

“What if I did this?” Y/N whispered, grinding her hips down on Spencer’s erection, a bold move that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

Spencer’s breath hitched, his mind momentarily blank as a wave of heat washed over him. He couldn’t help but let out a low groan, the sensation both thrilling and maddening.

“Y/N,” he managed to say, his voice a mixture of warning and desire as he fought to keep his composure.

She leaned back slightly, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. “Yes, Spencer?” she asked, her voice sweetly innocent despite her bold actions.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, his tone both admiring and amused.

“Well, at least you’ll go out with a smile,” Y/N quipped, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him.

Spencer reached up, his hands settling on her hips as he tried to regain some measure of control. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was no mistaking the affection in his voice.

“And you love it,” Y/N replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, the warmth between them undeniable.

“Unfortunate, but true,” Spencer admitted, feeling both amused and enchanted by her boldness.

“So you want to be in charge?” Y/N asked, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she looked at him with playful eyes.

Spencer narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out where she was going with this. “What are you getting at?” he asked, curiosity piquing his interest.

Y/N met his gaze steadily, her confidence shining through. “You can use me, baby,” she said, her words dripping with seduction and sincerity.

Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise. “What??” he said, his brain struggling to process the implications of her offer.

Y/N smiled softly, her fingers gently guiding his hands to her hips. “Take my hips,” she instructed, her voice low and inviting. “And use me to get off.”

The room seemed to fall silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. Spencer's heart raced, excitement and awe washing over him. It was an invitation he hadn't expected but one that spoke volumes about the trust and desire between them.

Spencer hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty, but all he saw was warmth and encouragement.

“Are you sure?” Spencer asked, his voice tinged with concern and longing.

Y/N nodded, her expression sincere and reassuring. “I’m sure,” she said, her hands covering his as she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a gentle, reassuring kiss.

Spencer exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in his body shift from uncertainty to anticipation. His fingers tightened around her hips, the soft fabric of her dress under his touch a reminder of the reality of the moment.

“Okay,” Spencer said, his voice steady as he accepted her invitation, allowing himself to embrace the desire that had been building between them.

With newfound confidence, Spencer shifted slightly, guiding her movements with his hands. The sensation of her warmth and softness against him was intoxicating, a heady rush of pleasure and emotion that made his heart race.

Y/N moved with him, her body responding to his touch in a way that felt natural and right. The air between them was electric, charged with the promise of what they were exploring together.

Spencer’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he felt the electricity between them deepen with every movement and shared breath. It was a dance of trust and intimacy, one that they had unconsciously choreographed together over time. Each subtle shift of her hips and every soft gasp that escaped her lips was a reminder of the potent chemistry they shared, a chemistry that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Y/N’s body moved against his with an urgency that mirrored his own, her touch igniting a fire that spread through him like a blaze. Spencer realized just how much he had missed this—missed her. The way she seemed to know exactly how to touch him, how to bring him to the edge of reason, was something he had never found even in himself. It was as if she had a map to every sensitive spot, every place that could make him unravel.

The air between them was thick with tension, every whisper and caress speaking volumes of the unspoken desires that had lingered between them. Spencer’s hands traveled along Y/N’s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips and pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiating off her skin.

Their breathing became ragged, the room filled with the sounds of their shared experience—the low hum of desire, the soft moans of pleasure, the occasional whispered word that sent shivers down each other’s spines. The intensity of the moment built like a crescendo, each wave of sensation more overwhelming than the last.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Spencer groaned, his voice hoarse with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. He bucked his hips up instinctively, the friction almost too much to bear as he felt her move against him, her warmth enveloping him.

He tightened his grip on her hips, guiding her movements, feeling the tension coil tightly within him. His breath caught in his throat as he neared the brink, his mind a haze of sensation and longing.

Y/N responded to his every movement, her body attuned to his in a way that felt almost instinctual. She leaned forward, her breath ghosting over his ear as she whispered something that made his skin tingle, her words a promise and a challenge all at once.

“Show me how much you’ve missed me.”

In that moment, Spencer surrendered to the intensity, pulling her down to meet him as he let go, the release hitting him with an unexpected force that left him breathless. His body trembled with the aftermath, the world narrowing down to the exquisite sensation and the woman in his arms.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Spencer lay there panting, his heart racing, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. Y/N remained close, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his skin as she pressed gentle kisses to his face, grounding him in the moment.

Spencer sat there for a moment, panting heavily, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure. Embarrassment and satisfaction coursed through him with each breath.

“You okay?” she whispered, her voice tender and soothing as she pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

Spencer opened his eyes, meeting her gaze with a look of gratitude and affection. “Yeah,” he breathed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m okay.”

She chuckled softly, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “Good,” she replied, continuing to stroke his hair with gentle, soothing motions.

The room was quiet now, the echoes of their shared moment fading into the background as they simply enjoyed being together.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said suddenly, a touch of sheepishness coloring his tone. “I didn’t mean to, you know...”

“Don’t be,” Y/N interrupted, her smile reassuring. “I wanted this. I wanted to be here with you.”

Her words eased the lingering tension in Spencer’s chest, and he nodded, feeling a deep sense of relief.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside their little cocoon feeling distant and irrelevant. Spencer felt a profound sense of contentment, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

Y/N sighed contentedly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I really don't want to ruin this sweet moment,” she murmured, her voice filled with both affection and mischief.

“Oh God,” Spencer groaned, a teasing glint in his eyes as he prepared for whatever quip was about to come his way.

“You don't even know what I'm going to say,” Y/N protested, feigning indignation.

“It’s almost never good,” Spencer replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying the playful banter between them.

“Ignoring that,” Y/N brushed him off with a wave of her hand. “Anyway, we should change.”

“Oh… yeah, hah,” Spencer agreed, suddenly remembering the very real situation they were in.

“Like now, preferably,” she continued, trying to sound serious but unable to keep the laughter from her voice. “There’s jizz in my underwear. How much did you come?”

Spencer let out a groan of embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever known,” he muttered, though his tone was light and playful.

Y/N laughed, the sound bubbling up and filling the room with a sense of joy and comfort. She pulled back slightly, giving him a teasing look. “It’s not my fault you’re an overachiever, Doctor Reid,” she teased, playfully poking his side.

Spencer chuckled, dropping his hands and meeting her gaze with a fond smile. “I’m just thorough,” he replied, playing along with her teasing.

“Clearly,” Y/N said with a grin, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips before reluctantly getting up from the couch.

They both stood up, sharing a glance that was a mixture of amusement and affection.

“Let’s get changed before we traumatize your couch any further,” Y/N suggested, shaking her head with a mock-serious expression.

“Good plan,” Spencer agreed, reaching for her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

They headed toward the bedroom, the sense of closeness and companionship between them stronger than ever.

—

The next morning, it was Spencer who woke up alone this time. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. He blinked awake, momentarily disoriented before remembering the events of the night before. A smile tugged at his lips as he replayed the images of Y/N writhing in his lap, her warmth and presence still lingering in his senses.

He heard the shower running, a soft melody of water against tiles, and felt a thrill of excitement rather than the usual pang of morning urgency. Unlike at the wedding, this time he was delighted to know Y/N was showering in his apartment, sharing his space, and he didn’t even feel irrationally sex-hungry. Perhaps it was due to the satisfying first orgasm he had technically experienced with the help of another human being—the woman who had completely entranced him.

As he lay there, reliving the vivid memories of their shared moments, the sound of the shower stopped, and he imagined Y/N stepping out, droplets of water clinging to her skin, a vision of beauty and mischief.

And Y/N did have a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she turned toward the bedroom, a plan already cooking in her head that Spencer should have smelled from a mile away. Her playful nature was something he had grown to love, even when it caught him off guard.

“Hey, Spence?” she called out, her voice echoing slightly from the bathroom.

“Yeah, babe?” Spencer replied casually, the endearment rolling off his tongue naturally. Babe—he liked the way it felt, like a secret only they shared.

“I forgot my towel,” she announced, the words heavy with intention and familiarity. A wicked sense of déjà vu washed over Spencer, recalling a similar situation back at the wedding. 

"That's okay, there's extra in—" Spencer's words were choked off into an incredulous cough as the bathroom door swung wide open.

Standing before him was an extremely nude Y/N, every inch of her skin glistening with droplets of water, her hair damp and cascading around her shoulders. She stood confidently in all her glory, a vision of boldness and allure that made Spencer's heart skip a beat.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he was rendered speechless, his brain struggling to process the breathtaking sight before him. A flush crept up his neck as he took in the scene, his pulse quickening at the sheer audacity and beauty of the woman he had fallen for.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, thoroughly enjoying the effect she had on him. “You were saying?” she teased, her voice light and playful as she sauntered toward him.

Spencer swallowed hard, finally finding his voice amidst the delightful chaos she had unleashed within him. “I, uh—” he stammered, trying and failing to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Cat got your tongue, Doctor Reid?” Y/N teased, stopping just short of the bed, her gaze playful and inviting.

Spencer cleared his throat, his mind racing as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. “It’s like you’re testing the strength of my heart,” he managed to say, his voice a strain of amusement and awe.

“I suppose I am,” Y/N replied, pretending to ponder the situation as she placed a hand on her hip, striking a pose that was both teasing and tantalizing.

Spencer’s eyes sparkled with humor and appreciation. He reached out, grabbing the corner of the sheet to offer it to her, but Y/N shook her head, stepping closer instead.

“I think I’m fine without it,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she leaned over him, her lips brushing against his ear. “Unless you mind, of course.”

Spencer chuckled, a blend of amusement and admiration coloring his voice. “Not at all,” he murmured, reaching out to grab Y/N by the hips, his fingers eager to pull her close again.

But before he could, Y/N stepped back quickly, a playful glint in her eye. “Doctor, I need a towel, not your hands! I just got clean.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, both surprised and entertained by her unexpected retreat. “Y/N, you just walked out naked. You’re standing in front of me naked.”

“And I expect you, as a gracious host, to help me cover my modesty and find a towel,” she replied, her tone mockingly prim as she crossed her arms, making no move to cover herself any further.

“You’re really going to cover up?” Spencer asked, skepticism laced with humor as he watched her. The entire scene felt like a cat-and-mouse game, one he was more than willing to play.

“Duh,” Y/N said, her lips curving into a teasing smile that told him she was enjoying every second of his reaction.

Spencer shook his head, his eyes narrowing playfully. “You walked out here, completely nude, just to tease me?”

“An astute observation, Doctor,” Y/N replied, nodding in mock approval. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, delighting in the effect she had on him.

Spencer couldn't help but laugh, the sound deep and genuine. Her antics were just as endearing as they were infuriating, and he found himself utterly captivated by the playful energy she brought into his life.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Spencer said, rising from the bed and grabbing a towel from a nearby chair. He tossed it over to her, shaking his head in disbelief at her cheekiness.

Y/N caught the towel, draping it loosely around her shoulders with a victorious grin. “I aim to keep you on your toes, Spence.”

“Well, you’ve succeeded,” Spencer replied, his eyes filled with warmth and a hint of challenge. “But don’t think I’ll forget this. I’ll get you back when you least expect it.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Y/N said, her voice holding anticipation and defiance as she turned to head back toward the bathroom, the towel trailing behind her like a cape.

Spencer watched her go, a smile playing on his lips. He loved this side of her—the confident, teasing side that could drive him to the brink of madness with a single look.

As she disappeared around the corner, Spencer settled back onto the bed, his mind already racing with thoughts of how he might turn the tables next time. He knew that with Y/N, every moment was an adventure, one that promised both laughter and love in equal measure.

—

Breakfast was eaten between syrupy kisses and crossword puzzles, everything Spencer had ever wanted. The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee, a cozy backdrop for their intimate morning routine.

Y/N sat across from Spencer at the small kitchen table, her hair still slightly damp from her shower, a playful smile on her lips as she scribbled answers into the crossword puzzle book they shared. Every now and then, she would lean over to plant a sweet, sticky kiss on Spencer’s cheek, leaving behind a faint trace of maple syrup that made him smile.

“This one’s tricky,” Y/N murmured, tapping the pencil against her chin as she pondered a clue. “Six-letter word for ‘mysterious’?”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Enigma,” he suggested, his voice soft and soothing. “Though I’m sure you already knew that.”

Y/N chuckled, scribbling the word into the grid. “You make it sound so easy, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer shrugged, a modest grin playing on his lips. “Crossword puzzles are my specialty. Along with word jumbles, logic puzzles, and, apparently, pancakes.”

“Mm, and you excel at all of them,” Y/N teased, reaching for another kiss, the gesture sweet and unhurried.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a golden hue over the room and making the moment feel even more special. It was one of those rare, perfect mornings where everything seemed to align—a moment of peace and contentment that Spencer cherished deeply.

As they continued to work through the crossword together, their laughter echoed softly, mingling with the clink of cutlery and the rustle of crossword pages. Spencer marveled at how effortlessly they fit together, how natural it felt to share these simple pleasures with someone who understood him so completely.

With each kiss and every playful word exchanged, Spencer felt the bond between them grow stronger, solidifying the foundation of their relationship. It was in these quiet, everyday moments that he realized just how much Y/N meant to him, how much he wanted this—wanted her in his life, now and always.

“Ready for another clue?” Y/N asked, pulling him back to the present with a gentle nudge.

“Always,” Spencer replied, his eyes meeting hers with adoration and excitement. “What’ve you got?”

“Five-letter word for ‘home,’” she said, her gaze softening as she looked at him, her meaning clear.

Spencer paused, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He knew the answer immediately, a word that perfectly encapsulated everything they were building together. “Vegas,” he answered, the word carrying a weight of love and nostalgia.

Y/N nodded, a smile spreading across her face as she wrote it down, her heart full. “I like that answer. But you’re wrong.”

They exchanged another kiss, this one lingering and full of promise, the crossword forgotten for the moment as they lost themselves in each other.

—

Spencer Reid was a lot of things: a genius, an awkward yet endearing conversationalist, a talented magician, a loyal friend, and a speed reader. But one thing he was not was sexually experienced. Despite this, he wasn't going to let that minor detail stop him from getting payback on Y/N during her stay. The morning she teased him had been a wake-up call of sorts, and he found himself eagerly anticipating a way to surprise her in return.

They hadn’t gone past kissing and last night when Spencer had come in his pants. He was perfectly fine waiting; they didn’t ever have to go further. He just loved being with her. He loved her. But that was beside the point right now. The point was payback.

When Y/N mentioned wanting to visit a thrift shop she had read about online, Spencer seized the opportunity to do some research of his own. He found himself diving into a realm he had yet to explore: the art of sensual teasing.

Specifically, Spencer found himself gravitating towards articles and forums on how to tame your brat—a playful concept he found oddly fitting given Y/N's penchant for teasing him. He learned about the subtle balance of power and playfulness and how to channel his own awkward charm into something more confident and commanding.

With the new information burned into his eidetic memory, Spencer was rather excited for Y/N's return. The anticipation thrummed through him, nervousness and excitement in his veins as he rehearsed his plan in his mind. He wanted to surprise her, to take back some of the playful control she had over him, and show her a side of himself that was both new and thrilling.

When Y/N walked through the door, she noticed Spencer wasn't in immediate view. "Spence?" she called out, her voice laced with curiosity.

"In here," he yelled back, a little breathlessly.

Y/N followed the sound of his voice into the bedroom, and what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Spencer was lying on the bed, shirtless and clad only in his briefs, his hand teasingly palming his cock, clearly getting himself worked up.

"Wh—what are you doing?" she stammered, her eyes widening at the unexpected sight before her.

"Sit down," Spencer instructed, nodding toward the chair in the corner of the room.

Y/N felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness as she followed his instructions, taking a seat with wide eyes, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before her.

"...Spence?" she ventured cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

"You have done nothing but tease and taunt me," Spencer began, his voice low and steady, laced with an edge of playful bravery. "I told you I'd get you back."

Her mind raced, anticipation and trepidation swirling within her. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she offered, trying to gauge his intentions.

“Oh, I’m not upset,” Spencer chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with a promise of what was to come. “You might be after this.”

Y/N felt a delicious tingle run down her spine at his words, realizing that the tables had turned in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Spencer pushed his briefs down, feeling the cool air against his skin as he continued to touch himself. His movements were slow and deliberate, his hand gliding over his length, each stroke building tension within him. He maintained eye contact with Y/N, his eyes dark with desire and intent.

“Watch me,” he commanded softly, his voice a blend of seduction and challenge. The words were an invitation and a demand, meant to draw her in and show her the effect she had on him. He wanted her to witness every moment, every sensation, the pleasure he derived from taking control.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mouth dry with anticipation. She sat on the chair, completely captivated by the sight before her. Spencer, usually so reserved and thoughtful, was now fully in command, his confidence tangible and alluring. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, drawn to the way he moved, the way he seemed to revel in the moment.

As Spencer’s hand moved with increasing intensity, his breathing grew heavier. Each stroke was a testament to the electric tension between them, the room filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure. He was keenly aware of the effect he was having on her, the way her eyes followed his every move, and it fueled him, driving him closer to the edge.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Spencer asked, a teasing glint in his eye as he observed her reaction. His voice was low and husky, laced with both challenge and triumph.

Y/N nodded, unable to find her voice as she watched him. Her heart raced, a blend of arousal and admiration coursing through her. She was seeing a side of Spencer that was both familiar and entirely new—a side that was thrilling in its unexpected intensity.

Spencer’s pace quickened, his hand moving faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He let out a soft moan, the sound sending a shiver of excitement through Y/N. She shifted slightly in her seat, feeling the heat of her own desire, knowing that this moment was for her as much as it was for him.

With a final, shuddering gasp, Spencer reached his climax. His body trembled as he gave in to the release, the waves of pleasure washing over him with unexpected force. His release reached up his chest, getting mixed in the trail of hair leading down from his navel.

He lay there for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, the room filled with a charged silence that seemed to echo the intensity of the experience they had just shared.

Y/N watched him with wide eyes, her heart pounding, feeling the heat of the moment settle between them. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his unexpected confidence and the way he had managed to turn the tables so effectively.

Spencer finally sat up, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. “How was that for payback?” he asked, a playful lilt to his voice, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, a smile breaking across her face. “I’d say you win,” she replied, her voice tinged with amusement and admiration.

Spencer chuckled, feeling a swell of pride at her words. He had surprised himself with his ability to take control and turn the tables, and her reaction was everything he had hoped for.

"I'm glad you think so," Spencer said, his tone playful yet filled with genuine affection. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes still fixed on Y/N, who remained seated in the chair, a slight flush coloring her cheeks.

“You really got me,” she admitted, shaking her head in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer grinned, relishing the moment. “I told you I’d get you back for this morning,” he said, referencing her earlier teasing with a knowing glance. “Consider us even.”

Y/N stood up from the chair and made her way over to the bed, sitting beside him. She reached out and traced a finger along his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. “I have to admit, it’s kind of hot seeing you like this,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Spencer’s heart raced at her words. He reached up and gently cupped her face, drawing her closer until their foreheads touched. “I’m glad,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

They stayed like that for a moment, savoring the intimacy and the sense of closeness that had blossomed between them. It was a nod to their journey, a reminder of how far they had come and the exciting possibilities that lay ahead.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, what’s next on your agenda, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer laughed, feeling a surge of happiness at her playful question. “Well, I think we’ve earned a little break,” he suggested, his tone light-hearted. “Maybe some dessert?”

“How about a shower?” Y/N countered, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Spencer agreed, glancing down at himself. “I’m sorry I made such a mess.”

“Are you kidding?” Y/N replied, leaning in to punctuate her words with kisses. “Dr. Reid, it was—” kiss “so—” kiss “fucking—” kiss “sexy.”

Spencer laughed, his heart swelling with affection and desire. He pulled her closer, kissing her swiftly, his lips capturing hers with a sense of urgency. “Okay, okay. I’ll go shower,” he said, trying to play it cool but failing to hide his growing excitement.

“Not without me,” Y/N whispered, her voice a sultry promise that sent a shiver down Spencer’s spine.

Her words lingered in the air, charged with anticipation. Spencer hesitated for a moment, the idea of showering together both thrilling and nerve-wracking. But the look in Y/N's eyes—filled with warmth and an unmistakable invitation—washed away any doubts he had.

“Alright,” Spencer said, a hint of mischief in his voice as he stood up, pulling her with him. “Lead the way.”

Y/N giggled, taking his hand and guiding him toward the bathroom. The space was small but intimate, creating a soft haze that enveloped them both.

As Y/N began to strip off her clothes, Spencer moved to help her, his fingers gently brushing against her skin as her clothes fell from her body. Throughout the entire process, he maintained eye contact with her, his gaze steady and filled with an electrifying combination of tenderness and desire.

The intensity of their bond was unmistakable, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own private bubble. Spencer marveled at the trust Y/N placed in him, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and admiration for the woman standing before him.

Once she was undressed, Spencer took her hand, leading her to the shower. As they stepped inside, Y/N turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. The warm spray cascaded down, creating a comforting cocoon around them.

Spencer watched her, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. He had never done anything like this before—this level of intimacy was new territory—but the thought of being so close to her, of sharing this experience, was exhilarating.

It was a moment of discovery, a chance to explore the depths of their relationship in a way that went beyond words. The water enveloped them, washing away any lingering doubts or fears, leaving only the promise of what they could build together.

The water cascaded down in a soothing rhythm, and Y/N turned to him, her eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. “Can I wash you, Doctor?”

Spencer nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he stepped under the warm spray with her. The water was a comforting embrace that seemed to wash away any lingering tension or apprehension.

Y/N reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands before gently running them over Spencer’s chest, her touch tender and intimate. Spencer shivered, the sensation of her hands on his skin sending waves of pleasure through him.

He mirrored her actions, his fingers gliding over her shoulders and down her back, marveling at the softness of her skin and the closeness they shared. It was a new kind of intimacy, one that felt both thrilling and natural, as if they were meant to be this way.

The steam swirled around them, creating a cocoon of warmth and privacy, the outside world fading into the background. In this moment, it was just them—two people exploring a newfound closeness.

Y/N tilted her head back, letting the water cascade over her face, her laughter echoing softly in the confined space. Spencer watched her, entranced by the way she seemed to glow with happiness, her joy infectious and intoxicating.

“You okay?” Y/N asked, glancing at him with a teasing smile, her eyes glimmering with affection.

Spencer shook his head, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. “No, I need to do something,” he said, his voice producing urgency and sincerity.

“Oh, what is it, baby?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she tried to read his intentions.

“Tell me to stop if you need to,” Spencer replied, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Y/N nodded, anticipation building as she trusted him completely, not knowing exactly what to expect but excited by the promise of his words.

Spencer gently turned her so she was facing the wall, guiding her movements with a steady hand until she was in the position he envisioned. Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her skin, the water cascading over them adding a layer of sensuality to the moment.

“Spence?” Y/N’s voice was soft, a mixture of curiosity and desire as she braced herself with her hands against the cool tile.

“Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as he knelt down behind her, his breath warm against her skin.

“Mhm,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper, the sensation of his presence behind her sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

With Y/N's consent, Spencer took a deep breath, grounding himself in the moment. He placed his hands gently on her hips, his touch reverent and full of care. The water continued to pour over them, the rhythmic sound creating a backdrop for the moment they were about to share.

Spencer let his hands glide over her skin, taking his time to explore and savor the feeling. He marveled at the way she trusted him, how she let herself be vulnerable in a way that mirrored his own vulnerability. It was a dance of intimacy and exploration, one that was both thrilling and deeply meaningful.

Y/N let out a soft sigh, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that surprised even her. She felt the heat of the water mix with the warmth of his hands, the combination creating a heady sensation that left her breathless.

Spencer leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on the small of her back, his lips tracing a path of gentle affection. He wanted her to feel cherished, to know that every action was infused with love and desire. His hands continued to wander, exploring the curves of her body, his touch becoming more assured with each passing moment.

The tension between them built, a substantial energy that crackled in the air. Spencer let his fingers dance along her thighs, the touch light and teasing, coaxing soft gasps from her lips. His fingers found her clit, brushing against it with a feather-light touch that made her shiver with anticipation.

"Is this good?" Spencer asked, his voice a husky whisper, full of hope and longing.

Y/N nodded, her eyes closed as she let herself be carried away by the sensations he was creating. "It’s perfect," she breathed.

Encouraged by her response, Spencer continued his tender ministrations, his fingers rubbing over her clit with increasing confidence. He relished the way her body reacted to his touch, each soft moan and gasp fueling his desire to please her. Every tremor, every whisper of his name, was a reminder that she was here, Spencer was the one causing her pleasure.

Spencer couldn’t wait any longer; he needed to have his mouth on her. His desire had reached a fever pitch, and the thought of tasting her, of bringing her even closer to the edge, was irresistible.

With a firm but gentle hand on Y/N’s lower back, he urged her to arch further, creating a perfect angle for him to reach her core with his mouth. Her skin was warm under his touch, the water heightening the sensations that danced between them.

Spencer leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her skin before he pressed his lips to her clit. He started with a soft kiss, savoring the anticipation before letting his tongue trace a slow, deliberate path up her lips. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and desire that left him wanting more.

Y/N’s response was immediate and electric, her body reacting to the touch with an intensity that matched his own longing. Her fingers curled against the tile wall, seeking purchase as she let out a breathy moan, a sound that resonated deep within Spencer.

He continued to explore with his tongue, alternating between gentle licks and firmer, more purposeful strokes that elicited a symphony of pleasure from her. Her hips instinctively pushed back towards him, her body urging him to continue, to take her higher.

Spencer was more than happy to oblige, his focus unwavering as he lavished attention on her clit, every movement calculated to bring her closer to that exquisite edge. The steam swirled around them, creating an intimate cocoon where nothing existed but the two of them and the ties they were deepening with every touch, every kiss.

Y/N’s breathing grew ragged, her soft cries filling the bathroom as Spencer’s ministrations drove her closer to climax. She felt the world narrowing to this singular moment, the sensation of his mouth on her, consuming her completely. 

Spencer, attuned to every shift in her body, could feel her approaching release. He intensified his efforts, his mouth working to push her over the edge.

With a final, fervent stroke of his tongue, Y/N shattered, the wave of her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless and trembling. Spencer held her steady as she came on his tongue, his hands firm on her hips as he helped her ride out the storm.

As the echoes of her climax faded, they remained entwined under the shower’s warm spray, the link between them even stronger than before. Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to her hip, a silent promise of his devotion and the joy they found in each other.

Finally, he helped her stand upright, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow in the steamy sanctuary of the shower. The warmth of the water mingled with the warmth of their bodies, creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt both timeless and precious.

Y/N turned in his arms, looking up at him with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “You have something on your face, Doctor,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with humor and affection.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Do I?” he replied, feigning ignorance as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

“Yes, you do,” Y/N insisted, reaching up to gently swipe at a lingering droplet of water on his cheek. Her touch was light, yet it sent a thrill through Spencer, a reminder of the electric chemistry between them.

He captured her hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips. “Well, thank you for pointing that out,” he said, his voice a low murmur as he looked into her eyes, filled with a warmth that spoke volumes of the bond they shared.

Y/N chuckled softly, leaning into him as she savored the comfort and closeness of their embrace. “You’re welcome,” she said, her voice carrying a note of affection that made his heart swell.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered, the words slipping out naturally, carrying the weight of everything he felt for her. He had never been more certain of anything in his life, and saying it aloud felt both exhilarating and profoundly right.

“I know,” Y/N replied, her smile warm and knowing. She could feel the truth of his words in the way he held her, in the gentle strength of his embrace. Her acknowledgment without fear was enough for Spencer right now—a silent promise of the love they were building together, day by day.

Spencer held her close, relishing the feeling of having her in his arms. They stood together in the shower, the world outside forgotten, their laughter and the sound of the water the only things that mattered in that moment. It was a perfect bubble of intimacy, a sanctuary where they could be completely themselves.

Eventually, they turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping themselves in towels as they continued to exchange soft words and lingering glances, the connection between them as strong as ever. They moved in a seamless dance of familiarity and affection.

Y/N handed Spencer a towel, her eyes meeting his with a playfulness that belied the deep emotions they had just shared. The air between them was filled with a sense of contentment, as if they had discovered a new layer of their relationship that was both thrilling and comforting.

Spencer took the towel with a grateful smile, gently drying himself off as he watched Y/N do the same. Her movements were graceful and unhurried, and he found himself captivated by the simple beauty of the moment.

—

That night, they lay side by side in bed, Spencer reading aloud to Y/N as requested. His voice, a soothing blend of warmth and familiarity, wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the room, highlighting the serene expressions on their faces.

Spencer was lost in the rhythm of the words, his voice weaving a gentle narrative that lulled Y/N into a state of relaxation. The comfort of the moment, the intimacy of sharing a book, felt perfect.

“Baby?” Y/N interrupted softly, her voice a quiet murmur in the peaceful silence.

“Hmm?” Spencer replied, not breaking his reading stride but glancing over at her with a soft smile.

“Can I meet your friends?” she asked, her tone light yet carrying an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.

Spencer paused in his reading, a playful glint in his eyes. “That’s a tough one,” he said, closing the book and setting it aside, focusing all his attention on her.

“Huh? Why?” Y/N asked, her brow furrowing slightly as she turned to face him.

“Well, how would I introduce you? ‘Hi, this is Y/N. I saw her boobs, but we’re just buddies,’” Spencer teased, his lips curling into a smirk.

Y/N smiled knowingly, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Get to the point, Ock,” she urged, giving him a gentle nudge with her elbow.

Spencer took a deep breath, feeling the truth of his feelings welling up inside him. The words that had been on the tip of his tongue for so long finally found their way out. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, his voice sincere and full of hope.

Y/N pretended to ponder his question, her smile widening. “Depends,” she said, drawing out the word playfully, her eyes sparkling with affection.

He wasn’t even nervous this time. “Oh yeah? On what?” he inquired, a playful challenge in his tone as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at her more closely.

“Will you scratch my back before bed?” Y/N replied, her expression shifting to one of playful earnestness as she held his gaze.

Spencer laughed, a sound filled with warmth and happiness. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, reaching over to gently run his fingers down her back, the touch light and affectionate.

Y/N leaned into his touch, feeling the comfort that defined their relationship. “Then yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” she said, her voice full of sincerity and excitement.

Spencer’s heart swelled at her words, at the simple exchange. They lay there for a while, enjoying the quiet comfort of the moment, the room filled with a sense of contentment and love that made everything else fade away.

As they settled in for the night, Spencer’s hand continued its soothing path along her back, a gentle promise of the future. Y/N closed her eyes, feeling a profound sense of peace as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be—with him.

—

Spencer knew how much Y/N loved wine, and he wanted to recreate a little bit of their Napa Valley trip to make their introduction to his team memorable. After some thought, he decided to ask Rossi, his friend and colleague, if he would host a wine tasting at his elegant estate.

Rossi, always the gracious host and a fellow wine enthusiast, immediately agreed, delighted at the prospect of meeting Y/N. He had been eager to meet the woman who had captured Spencer’s heart, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

The evening was set. Rossi promised to prepare a selection of his finest wines and a spread of delicious hors d'oeuvres to complement the tasting. The stage was perfectly set for Y/N to meet Spencer’s friends in a relaxed and welcoming atmosphere.

As they arrived at Rossi’s grand estate, Spencer and Y/N held hands, a subtle but unmistakable sign of their relationship. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the vineyard, and the air was filled with the promise of a perfect evening.

Rossi greeted them at the door with his usual charm, extending a warm welcome. “Spencer! Y/N! So glad you could make it,” he said, giving Spencer a shoulder pat before turning to Y/N. “And you must be the famous Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Y/N smiled, feeling instantly at ease with Rossi’s friendly demeanor. “All good things, I hope,” she replied with a laugh, squeezing Spencer’s hand for reassurance.

“Of course, all good things,” Rossi assured her, gesturing for them to come inside. “Make yourselves at home. We’ve got a lovely selection for you tonight.”

As they entered the elegantly decorated living room, Y/N marveled at the surroundings. The room was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and a roaring fireplace, creating a cozy ambiance. Several bottles of wine were artfully arranged on a table, each accompanied by a description card and a plate of carefully paired appetizers.

The rest of the team was already there, mingling and chatting, their laughter filling the room. Spencer introduced Y/N to each of them, his pride evident in the way he spoke about her.

“Y/N, you remember Derek Morgan,” Spencer said, introducing her to the man who had become one of his closest friends.

Derek grinned, offering a firm handshake. “Nice to officially meet you, Y/N. Spencer talks about you all the time.”

Y/N returned the handshake, her nerves dissipating with each friendly face she encountered. “Nice to see you again, Derek,” she replied warmly. “Spencer probably talks about you more.”

“And this is Penelope Garcia,” Spencer continued, leading Y/N to the vibrant and colorful tech analyst.

Penelope enveloped Y/N in a warm hug, her enthusiasm infectious. “I’m so happy to meet you! Anyone who makes Spencer this happy is a friend of mine,” she declared with a wink.

Y/N laughed, charmed by Penelope’s vivacious personality. “It’s great to meet you too, Penelope. I love your energy!”

Spencer then introduced her to Emily Prentiss, JJ, and Aaron Hotchner, each of them welcoming her with genuine smiles and friendly conversation. It was clear that Spencer’s colleagues were more than just coworkers—they were like family, and they were eager to include Y/N in their circle.

Once everyone had settled, Rossi took the lead, introducing each wine with the flair of a seasoned connoisseur. He explained the origins of each bottle, the notes and flavors they could expect, and the perfect pairings he had selected.

The group moved through the tasting, savoring each wine and the lively conversation that accompanied it. Y/N found herself laughing and sharing stories, feeling completely at ease in their company.

As they reached the end of the tasting, Spencer caught Y/N’s eye, giving her a soft smile that conveyed his happiness and pride. She smiled back, feeling grateful for the warmth and acceptance she had received from his friends.

Rossi raised his glass, capturing everyone’s attention. “To new friends and old friends,” he began, his voice resonating with sincerity. “And to Y/N, for making our Spencer so incredibly happy. Welcome to the family.”

Everyone echoed the toast, glasses clinking as they celebrated the new addition to their group. Y/N felt a swell of emotion at the genuine welcome, her heart full with the realization that she was not just meeting Spencer’s team, but becoming a part of something bigger—a community that supported each other, much like a family.

As the evening continued, Y/N and Spencer found themselves stealing moments together amidst the laughter and conversation. It was a perfect night.

—

“Can we go for a walk?” Y/N asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked at Spencer. The wine had left her feeling a little bold and adventurous, and the thought of a late-night stroll seemed like the perfect way to end the evening.

“It’s nearly 12 a.m., Y/N,” Spencer replied, raising an eyebrow at her suggestion. He tried to sound firm, but he knew that tone of hers all too well—the one that said she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“You’re in the FBI. You can keep us safe,” she insisted, playfully bumping her shoulder against his.

Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at her persistence. “Yeah, okay,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I once had a man tell me I look like a pipe cleaner with eyes.”

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. “That is so accurate!” she managed to say between giggles, leaning against him for support.

“We’re not going for a walk,” Spencer declared, crossing his arms in mock defiance.

Y/N’s laughter subsided, replaced by a stubborn look that he knew all too well. “Then I’m going alone,” she said, raising her chin in challenge.

“Like hell you are, you nuisance,” Spencer shot back, unable to hide the fondness in his voice. He shook his head, knowing he was already defeated. “Alright, alright. Let’s go for a walk.”

Y/N grinned triumphantly, taking his hand and pulling him toward the door. “You won’t regret it,” she promised, her excitement palpable.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Despite his earlier protests, he found himself looking forward to the adventure, the chance to share another moment with her in the quiet, starlit night.

They walked hand in hand, the world around them hushed and serene. The stars twinkled above, a canopy of lights that mirrored the joy and companionship they felt in each other's presence.

Spencer glanced over at Y/N, her face illuminated by the moonlight, and felt a surge of affection for the woman beside him. She had a way of making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary, and he realized he wouldn’t trade this walk—or her company—for anything.

“So, where are we headed?” Spencer asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Y/N shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Nowhere in particular,” she replied, swinging their linked hands playfully. “Let’s just see where the night takes us.”

Spencer chuckled, nodding in agreement as they continued their impromptu adventure. “Lead the way, troublemaker.”

They walked for a bit in silence, just enjoying each other's company. The night was cool, the gentle breeze carrying the distant hum of the city, a perfect backdrop for their midnight stroll. The moon cast a silvery glow on the path ahead, and their footsteps echoed softly in the stillness.

“You’re pretty bossy,” he teased, breaking the silence with a playful nudge. “Is this what it’s always going to be like when we’re married?”

The words slipped out before he could catch them, hanging in the air between them with a weight he hadn’t anticipated.

Y/N laughed, not even realizing the massive step she’d just taken with her response. “Yeah, probably,” she said, the words rolling off her tongue as if they were the most natural thing in the world.

Spencer felt his heart skip a beat, the casual ease of her reply settling warmly in his chest. Her laughter was infectious, and he couldn’t help but join in, the sound of their shared amusement echoing softly in the night.

“Good to know,” Spencer replied, trying to keep his tone light, even as the implications of their exchange sank in.

Y/N turned to look at him, her eyes shining with humor and something deeper—something that spoke of the future they were daring to imagine together. The thought of it sent a thrill through him, feelings of excitement and wonder at the possibilities that lay ahead.

They continued their walk, the conversation flowing easily as they navigated the quiet streets. Spencer found himself stealing glances at Y/N, marveling at the way she seemed to light up the world around her, her presence a constant source of comfort and happiness.

After a while, they found themselves on a small bridge overlooking a gently flowing river. The water shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting the stars above, and the scene was so picturesque it felt almost surreal.

Y/N leaned against the railing, her gaze drifting over the water as she took in the beauty of the moment. Spencer joined her, standing behind her with his arms caging her in comfortably.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Y/N asked suddenly, her voice soft and thoughtful.

“All the time,” Spencer admitted, glancing down at her with a smile. “Especially now.”

She looked at him, curiosity and affection mingling in her expression. “And what do you see?”

He considered the question, searching for the right words to convey the depth of his feelings. “I see... a lot of things,” he said finally, his voice sincere. “But mostly, I see us. Together.”

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with happiness at his words. “Me too,” she said, reaching for his hand and intertwining their fingers. “I can’t imagine it any other way.”

They stood there for a while, wrapped in the serenity of the night and the warmth of each other’s presence. It was a moment that felt timeless, a promise of the love and adventure they would share in the days to come.

—

Y/N had been with Spencer for a week and a half now, and their time together was almost done. The thought of her leaving weighed heavily on both of them, a heavy presence that seemed to linger in the air.

Their days had been filled with laughter, exploration, and the simple joy of being together. From shared breakfasts to late-night conversations, every moment was bittersweet evidence of their relationship—a bond that felt as if it had always been there, waiting to be discovered.

But now, as their time drew to a close, a quiet sadness crept in, mingling with the happiness they had shared. They both felt it, an unspoken acknowledgment of the distance that would soon separate them once more.

—

On their last morning together, they sat at the kitchen table, nursing cups of coffee and savoring the tranquility of the moment. The morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, but even the sunshine couldn’t chase away the bittersweet feeling that lingered between them.

Y/N looked across the table at Spencer, her heart aching at the thought of saying goodbye. She had grown accustomed to his presence, to the comfort of having him by her side, and the idea of returning to her life in Las Vegas felt strangely daunting.

“Do we have to talk about it?” Spencer asked, his voice soft yet carrying the weight of their impending separation. He looked at her with longing and resignation, as if hoping that by not acknowledging it, they could somehow postpone the inevitable.

Y/N shook her head, offering him a small, understanding smile. “Not yet,” she replied, reaching across the table to take his hand. “Let’s just enjoy today.”

He squeezed her hand, grateful for the reprieve, even if only temporary. “Deal,” he said, his tone light despite the heaviness in his heart.

—

They spent the day exploring the city, visiting the places they loved most. Spencer took her to the Smithsonian, sharing stories about his favorite exhibits with the enthusiasm and wonder that never failed to captivate her. They wandered through the National Gallery of Art, losing themselves in the beauty of the paintings, and then strolled hand in hand along the Potomac River, the gentle breeze carrying with it the memories they were creating.

As the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, they found themselves at a small, charming café, the kind that promised warmth and comfort with every sip. They sat outside, sipping coffee and talking about everything and nothing, allowing the moment to wrap around them like a soft embrace.

Y/N watched Spencer as he spoke, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something he loved, the way his smile seemed to hold the entire world in its warmth. She felt a pang of sadness, knowing that she would miss these moments most of all—the quiet intimacy, the shared laughter, the sense of belonging that came from simply being with him.

—

That evening, they decided to cook dinner together, wanting to savor every last moment. The kitchen was filled with the comforting sounds of sizzling pans and clinking glasses, their movements synchronized in a dance of familiarity and affection.

As they prepared their meal, they stole kisses and shared soft laughter, the knowledge of their approaching separation hanging over them like a shadow. Yet, they refused to let it dampen their spirits, determined to make the most of the time they had left.

Once dinner was ready, they sat down at the table, candlelight flickering gently between them. The conversation flowed easily, a tapestry of shared memories and hopes for the future, each word a tribute to the connection they had built.

—

After dinner, they moved to the living room, settling on the couch with a sense of quiet contentment. Y/N nestled against Spencer, her head resting on his shoulder as they talked about the past few days and what lay ahead.

“I can’t believe it’s almost time for you to go,” Spencer said, his voice tinged with regret. He traced gentle patterns on her arm, finding solace in the simple act of holding her close.

“I know,” Y/N replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish I could stay longer.”

Spencer nodded, understanding the pull of responsibility that awaited her in Las Vegas. “Me too,” he admitted, the words carrying a weight of their own. “But I’m grateful for the time we’ve had.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and longing. “We’ll make it work,” she said, preservation in her voice. “We’ve done it before, and we’ll do it again.”

Spencer smiled, heartened by her resolve. “You’re right,” he agreed, his voice steady with conviction. “We will.”

—

The gentle chime of Y/N's alarm broke the silence of the morning, its sound a stark reminder of the day neither of them wanted to face. Y/N needed to be up early to catch her flight back home, but Spencer refused to let go of her, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle.

Y/N felt the weight of the moment settle heavily in her chest. They were both distraught, the impending separation looming over them like a dark cloud. As she lay there, feeling the warmth of Spencer's embrace, tears began to well in her eyes, spilling over as she realized how deeply her leaving was affecting him.

Spencer, ever attuned to her emotions, noticed the subtle shaking of her body and moved to hover over her, wanting to see her face and offer comfort. His brow furrowed with concern as he brushed away her tears with gentle fingers, his heart aching at the sight of her distress.

Before Spencer could say or ask anything, Y/N found her voice, though it was tinged with the raw emotion she felt. "I love you too," she said, the words escaping in a whisper that carried all the weight of her heart.

In that moment, Spencer's world shifted. The confession was unexpected yet deeply desired, a truth that resonated within him, echoing the love he had been holding for her. Without hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her more passionately than ever before, pouring all his emotions into the tender meeting of their lips.

The kiss was an affirmation, a shared promise of everything they felt for one another. It was filled with longing and relief, the culmination of all the moments they had shared and the dreams they held for the future. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their bubble of love.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Spencer, pulling him closer, losing herself in the warmth and security of his embrace. It was as if time stood still, and all that mattered was the beating of their hearts, synced in perfect harmony. The room was filled with a charged silence, the air thick with the unspoken promises that hung between them.

Spencer could feel the rapid thud of his own heart, each beat echoing the depth of his emotions. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close, to savor every second they had left before she had to leave. Their breaths mingled, a shared rhythm that they had built over time.

All of their emotions were on display in that moment, vulnerability and desire intertwining in a dance that felt as old as time itself. Y/N’s fingers traced a gentle path along his back, a silent plea for more, for closeness, for the intimacy they both craved.

She reached down, her hand finding Spencer’s hardening length, the touch both bold and tender. It was a signal, a declaration of what she wanted, what she needed from him in that moment. Spencer’s breath hitched at her touch, his body responding eagerly to the invitation.

With a soft sigh, he nodded in understanding, his eyes dark with passion as he moved to accommodate her silent request. His fingers brushed against her skin, gently pushing down her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare beneath him.

The cool air kissed her exposed skin, but it was Spencer’s touch that ignited the fire within her. Every caress was deliberate, infused with the love and desire that had been simmering between them. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that left her breathless.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, a collision of longing and devotion that spoke of all the words they couldn’t say. It was a kiss that consumed them, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Spencer’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her close as if she might slip away at any moment.

Y/N arched into him when he pushed inside of her, her body an unconscious show of the need that had built up over their time together. She wanted to memorize this moment, to etch it into her memory for the days they would spend apart. The feel of his skin against hers, the warmth of his breath on her lips, the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Spencer’s touch was gentle yet insistent, a perfect balance of tenderness and need. He marveled at the way her body responded to his, every sigh and gasp a symphony that played just for him. He wanted to show her, through touch and whispered words, just how much she meant to him.

As they moved together, the world outside faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them, entwined in a moment of pure intimacy. Spencer’s hands traced a path of fire across her skin, every touch a promise, every kiss a vow of the love he felt so deeply.

Their connection was electric, a powerful force that drew them ever closer, bridging the distance that would soon separate them. Spencer could feel the emotion welling up inside him, a tidal wave of feeling that threatened to overwhelm him, yet he welcomed it, embraced it.

Y/N’s hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She felt the heat of his skin, the strength of his embrace, and knew that this was where she belonged—in his arms, lost in the world they had created together.

With every movement, every shared breath, they told a story—a story of love and longing, of dreams and promises yet to be fulfilled. It was a story that had begun long before this moment, and one that would continue long after they parted ways.

The crescendo of their shared experience built to a peak, an overwhelming wave of sensation that swept them both away. They surrendered to it, allowing themselves to be carried by the tide of their emotions, losing themselves in the depth of their love.

As the world slowly came back into focus, they lay together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the link between them stronger than ever. Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his heart full of the love that had bloomed between them.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words a promise of the future they would build together, no matter the distance that lay ahead.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, her voice soft yet filled with unwavering certainty.

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared intimacy, knowing that this was just the beginning of the journey they would embark on together.

—

The goodbyes at the airport were tearful and depressing beyond belief. Spencer and Y/N stood at the gate, holding each other tightly, as if letting go would shatter the fragile world they had built together. Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her heart heavy with the weight of leaving.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Spencer nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. “Me too. Call me as soon as you can.”

They pulled back just enough to look at each other, memorizing every detail of their faces before the inevitable separation. Spencer brushed a tear from Y/N’s cheek, his touch tender and full of longing.

“Take care of yourself,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll be counting down the days until I see you again.”

Y/N nodded, unable to find words as she fought to keep her composure. With one last lingering kiss, they parted, their fingers reluctantly slipping away from each other as she turned to board her flight.

Spencer watched her go, his heart aching with every step she took away from him. As she disappeared from view, he took a deep breath, holding onto the promise of their future together.

—

Spencer returned home, his heart heavy with the absence of Y/N. As he closed the door behind him, the silence of his apartment enveloped him, a stark contrast to the warmth and laughter that had filled the space just days before.

He dropped his bag by the door, leaning against it for support as the weight of the day settled on his shoulders. For a moment, he stood still, the reality of Y/N’s departure crashing over him like a wave.

He knew they hadn’t broken up—that their relationship was strong, built on a foundation of love and understanding. Yet, the emptiness left by her absence felt overwhelming, as if a part of him was missing.

Spencer made his way to the living room, each step heavy with the ache of longing. He sank into the couch, burying his face in his hands as emotions he had been holding at bay finally broke free. Tears spilled over, silent and unbidden, tracing a path down his cheeks as he allowed himself to feel the depth of his sorrow.

In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have someone who made saying goodbye so hard. Y/N had become such an integral part of his daily routine, bringing a light and joy that he hadn’t known he needed until it was gone.

He wiped his tears, taking a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. The pain of parting was proof to the depth of their love, a love that would endure the distance and time apart.

Spencer knew he would see her again, that their paths would cross once more, bound by the ties of affection and the dreams they had yet to fulfill. Until then, he would hold onto the memories they had created, cherishing them as a reminder of everything they shared.

As Spencer got up to take his contacts out, his eyes stinging from the tears that had blurred his vision, he heard a knock at his door. The sound was unexpected, cutting through the quiet of his apartment and jolting him out of his emotional haze.

Confused and uncomfortable with his state, he hesitated. He considered ignoring it in favor of dealing with the immediate discomfort in his eyes. But the knocking persisted, each tap on the door a gentle insistence that demanded his attention.

Sighing, Spencer made his way to the bathroom, quickly removing his contacts and replacing them with his glasses. The relief was immediate, but his curiosity about the late visitor lingered. With his glasses firmly on his nose, he cautiously approached the door, his heart thudding in his chest.

When he finally opened it, the last person he expected to see was standing there, a familiar smile lighting up her face.

“Hey, baby,” Y/N said, her voice soft and full of warmth.

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat, disbelief and joy washing over him in equal measure. For a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight of her, wondering if he was dreaming.

“Y/N?” he finally managed to say, his voice tinged with awe.

She nodded, stepping forward to close the distance between them, her presence a balm to the ache that had settled in his heart. “Surprise,” she said, her smile widening as she wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.

Spencer’s arms instinctively encircled her, pulling her close as he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The reality of her being there, in his arms, was almost too much to process. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent that always seemed to calm him.

“How…?” he began, pulling back slightly to look at her, his eyes searching hers for answers. He couldn’t believe she was standing there, right in front of him.

Y/N smiled shyly, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of nervousness. “Well, you see, I never got on the plane,” she confessed, biting her lip as she watched his reaction.

“You never got on the plane?” Spencer echoed, his mind racing to catch up with the reality unfolding before him.

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head, her expression softening. “I called my boss.”

“Okay…” Spencer replied, still processing the unexpected turn of events.

“I quit my job,” she announced, a note of finality in her voice.

“What? Why?” Spencer asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. He knew how much she had dedicated to her work.

“I never liked that job anyway,” Y/N admitted, shrugging slightly as if shedding an old skin.

“You loved that job,” Spencer countered, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yeah, but I can love another job too,” she said, her smile widening as she stepped inside the apartment with her luggage trailing behind, trying to act casual.

“True… but that doesn’t answer my question,” Spencer replied, closing the door and turning to face her, his heart pounding with hope and anticipation.

Y/N paused, taking a deep breath as she gathered her courage. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with sincerity and warmth. “I also called my building manager.”

“You did?” Spencer asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Mhm. Turns out, breaking a lease isn’t that expensive when you’re month-to-month,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

“You broke your lease,” Spencer stated, surprise and admiration coloring his tone.

“Look at you keeping up,” Y/N teased, her voice light and teasing.

“Y/N…” Spencer began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

“I actually have a question for you,” Y/N said, stepping closer to him, her heart racing with excitement.

“Yes?” Spencer replied, his eyes locked on hers, feeling as if he were on the edge of something wonderful.

“How would you like to have a roommate?” she asked, her tone playful yet earnest. “She’s a little messy, snores a bit, hates to cook, terrible sense of humor, oh and get this, she’s unemployed and homeless.”

Spencer’s heart swelled with emotion, understanding dawning on him as a smile spread across his face. “She sounds like a handful,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

“You have big hands,” Y/N replied with a playful smirk.

“I’d love to have a roommate… under one condition,” Spencer continued.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nightly head scratches,” he replied, grinning.

Y/N grinned, feeling a rush of relief and happiness at his response. “Deal,” she said, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around him, feeling the weight of uncertainty lift from her shoulders.

Spencer hugged her tightly, his heart full of gratitude and love for the woman who had chosen to stay. In that moment, everything felt right, as if the pieces of his life had finally fallen into place.

“You’re really staying?” Spencer whispered, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, needing to hear her confirm it once more.

“I’m really staying,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining with certainty and joy.

And with that, they both knew that they were embarking on a new chapter together.

—

Spencer found himself standing in Y/N’s Las Vegas apartment, surrounded by boxes and the faint smell of cardboard and packing tape. It was a chaotic scene, but he was happy to be there, helping Y/N make this big move.

“Billie, this is my boyfriend, Doc Ock,” Y/N introduced with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Hi, I’m Spencer,” he said, extending a hand with a friendly smile.

“I like Doc Ock,” Billie replied, shaking his hand with a smirk.

“So, there’s two of you... great,” Spencer said sarcastically, throwing a look at Y/N before playfully rolling his eyes. “I’ll be in the U-Haul if you need me.”

“No, you don’t, big guy,” Y/N called after him, laughing. “We need some muscle.”

Billie chuckled, watching Spencer walk away with a theatrical sigh. They turned to Y/N, who was already diving into the nearest pile of boxes.

“Your boyfriend is quite the character,” Billie noted, lifting a box marked "Kitchen" with ease.

“Tell me about it,” Y/N said, shaking her head with a fond smile. “He keeps life interesting, that’s for sure.”

Spencer, returning with a box of his own, joined the conversation. “Hey, just trying to make sure things don’t get too boring around here.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Billie replied, flashing a grin. “With you two, I doubt boredom is ever an issue.”

The trio continued packing, the apartment slowly transforming into a labyrinth of boxes and furniture wrapped in bubble wrap. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of camaraderie and lighthearted banter as they worked together.

Spencer found himself enjoying the easy dynamic between them, appreciating Billie’s quick wit and the comfortable rhythm they had established with Y/N. It felt like being part of a team, and he was grateful for the support and companionship they offered.

As the hours passed, they took a break, sitting on the floor with takeout boxes spread before them. The conversation flowed naturally, shifting from memories of the past to dreams for the future.

“So, what’s the plan once you get to Virginia?” Billie asked, curiosity piqued.

Y/N glanced at Spencer, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Well, we’re going to settle in, explore the area, and just take it one day at a time,” she said, her voice filled with hope and anticipation.

“And maybe find a job I actually like,” Y/N added with a laugh, leaning into Spencer's side. “Something that feels right.”

Spencer nodded, his heart swelling with pride at her tenacity. “I have no doubt you’ll find something amazing,” he said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Yeah, and in the meantime, you’ve got Doc Ock here to keep you entertained,” Billie teased, earning a chuckle from both of them.

As the day drew to a close, the apartment was finally packed up, ready for the move. They stood together, looking at the neatly stacked boxes and feeling a sense of accomplishment and excitement for the new chapter ahead.

“Thanks for everything, Billie,” Y/N said, pulling them into a hug. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Anytime, roomie,” Billie replied, their tone warm and affectionate. “And hey, Spencer, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Spencer replied, smiling at the camaraderie they had built.

With the final box loaded into the U-Haul, they took one last look around the apartment, the memories they had made within its walls etched in their hearts.

“Ready?” Spencer asked, taking Y/N’s hand in his.

“Ready,” Y/N affirmed, feeling the thrill of the unknown mingling with the comfort of the familiar.

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Spencer was filled with excitement and nervousness as he and Y/N drove through the scenic roads of Napa Valley, the picturesque vineyards stretching out on either side. The trip had been planned meticulously, a celebration of their one-year anniversary of dating and a nod to the place where their paths had crossed again five years prior.

“I can’t believe we’re back here,” Y/N said, gazing out the window, her eyes alight with nostalgia. “It feels like yesterday that we were running into each other at Adam’s wedding.”

“I know,” Spencer replied, glancing over at her with a warm smile. “It’s hard to believe how much has changed since then.”

They arrived at the hotel, a charming retreat nestled among the vines. As they checked in, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu as they were handed the key to Room 212, the very room where their story had taken a new turn five years ago.

“Room 212,” Y/N read aloud, a grin spreading across her face. “You didn’t…”

“I did,” Spencer confirmed, his eyes twinkling with mischief and love. “I thought it would be fitting.”

Once inside the room, Y/N wandered around, taking in the familiar surroundings that were now filled with memories of their first encounter as adults. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of romance and anticipation, the promise of what was to come.

Spencer wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as they looked out the window at the sprawling vineyards. “I thought we could relive some of our favorite moments,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“That sounds perfect,” Y/N replied, leaning into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his presence envelop her.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Spencer suggested they take a walk in the garden, just as they had done five years ago. The garden was as beautiful as ever, the flowers in full bloom, their colors vibrant and alive.

They strolled hand in hand, the world around them quiet and serene. It was as if time had stood still, and the garden was theirs alone. Y/N marveled at the beauty of the moment, unaware of the surprise Spencer had planned.

As they reached a secluded spot where the stars began to twinkle overhead, Spencer stopped, turning to face her. His heart was pounding, but his resolve was steady.

“Hey, babe?” Spencer said, his voice carrying a soft hint of excitement and nervousness.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Y/N turned around, a curious smile on her face, the sunset casting a warm glow on her features.

Spencer took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment as he dropped to one knee. The world seemed to slow down, the colors of the sky blending into a beautiful canvas that mirrored the emotions swirling inside him.

Opening the box, he revealed a stunning ring that caught the light of the setting sun, sparkling like the stars beginning to emerge above them. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” he asked, his voice full of hope and love.

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, and a burst of laughter escaped her lips. “You jerk!” she laughed, tears of joy welling up in her eyes. “Yes, Spencer, of course!”

Spencer slipped the ring onto her finger, rising to his feet to pull her into a tight embrace. Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, sealing the promise of their future together.

The garden seemed to shimmer with magic as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world around them fading away. It was a moment that felt both timeless and fleeting, a beautiful beginning to the next chapter of their lives.

As they made their way back to the hotel, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her mind a whirl of excitement and dreams for the future. The air was crisp with the coolness of the evening, and the soft glow of the hotel lights guided their path.

“I can’t believe you planned all this,” she said, glancing at Spencer with adoration. Her heart felt light, as if it were dancing with every step they took.

Spencer chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him at her words. “Had to let you redeem yourself for letting all of this go last time,” he replied, gesturing to his body with a playful wink.

Y/N laughed, the sound bright and joyful. “Does the ring come with a gift receipt?” she teased, raising an eyebrow in mock consideration.

Spencer feigned shock, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “Wow, you wound me, darling,” he said, his eyes twinkling with humor.

Their banter continued as they entered the hotel, the familiar surroundings now holding a new significance. The same room where they had reconnected years ago was now a witness to their engagement, a witness to the journey they had taken together.

Back in Room 212, they reminisced about their first meeting, their conversation laced with humor and fond memories. It was a perfect end to a perfect day, one that marked the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in their lives.

As they lay together, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence, Spencer felt a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, bound by the love that had brought them back to this place and would carry them forward into the future.

@spencerreidsreads & @spencerreidsglasses this is for you two ,, lets be friends please <333

[wandasreallover]

The reunion

Warnings:angst, kinda nean lizzie at first, internalized homophobia

Summary: the reader breaks lizzies heart for what she believes is the ideal life only to realise that isnt what she wants for her and her daughter. She meets lizzie again and realises its always been her but not it might be too late.

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The room buzzed with conversation, the kind that hung in the air at every fashion event. Models and designers, photographers and celebrities, all mingled beneath the glittering lights of the New York City skyline. The clinking of champagne glasses echoed off the walls, but Lizzie barely heard it.

She stood near the bar, dressed in a sleek black ensemble that seemed to blend in with the shadows, her hand wrapped around a cold glass of water. Lizzie hated these events—hated the false small talk, the performative glamour—but it came with the job. Tonight, though, she was here for business. Some sort of press tie-in for a campaign her team was working on. And while she wasn't one to shy away from her public persona, there was something unsettling about tonight. A tension in the air that had nothing to do with the flashes of cameras or the hum of expensive conversations.

She hadn’t expected to see her tonight.

Across the room, talking with someone from Vogue, was Reader. The same Reader she hadn’t spoken to in nearly six years. The same Reader who had shattered her heart at NYU, leaving her with nothing but a curt, "This just isn’t what I want."

Lizzie had heard the rumors, of course. Reader’s marriage to a tech billionaire, their opulent life in Tuscany, the birth of their daughter. The life she had chosen over Lizzie. It was all public knowledge, splashed across glossy magazine spreads, Reader in her perfectly tailored wedding dress, standing in some sprawling villa with the same smile Lizzie once knew by heart.

And now, Reader was here. Not across a TV screen or the pages of Vogue—here, in the same room, breathing the same air. It felt suffocating.

“Lizzie?”

Her name snapped her out of her trance, and she turned to see scarlett, one of her co-stars, waving a hand in front of her face. “You alright? You looked like you were about to pass out.”

Lizzie forced a smile, the kind she’d perfected after years in front of the camera. “Yeah, just... tired. Long day.”

Scarlett eyed her suspiciously, then glanced over her shoulder. “Oh. Her.”

It seemed like everyone in their friend group had known about Lizzie and Reader. They had been inseparable back in college, the kind of couple that everyone assumed would make it. Lizzie’s friends had warned her about Reader, though. They’d said she wasn’t ready for the kind of commitment Lizzie wanted, that she had her own battles to fight. But Lizzie had been so sure, so in love.

Until the day y/n left.

“Do you want to leave?” scarlett asked gently, her hand resting on Lizzie’s arm.

“No,” Lizzie said, setting her jaw. She wasn’t going to run. Not now. Not again. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t, but she was a master at pretending she

Lizzie kept her distance from y/n for most of the night. She caught glimpses of her in conversation, laughing, talking about fashion with some of the other designers. Reader looked... the same. A bit more polished, perhaps, a little more poised. Her hair was styled differently, but her eyes—those eyes that Lizzie once woke up to every morning—still held that same spark.

It was maddening.

"Alright, everyone!" A voice boomed from the stage. "Thank you all for coming to tonight’s charity auction. We’ll begin soon, but first, a huge thank you to our co-sponsors for the evening—Cortez Fashion Group and the one and only Elizabeth Olsen!"

Applause rang out, and Lizzie smiled stiffly, raising her glass. She hated these forced recognitions, but what could she do? It was part of the business. Part of the image she had to uphold.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw y/n turn toward her. Their eyes met.

Time stopped. The noise of the room fell away, leaving only the heavy thud of Lizzie’s heartbeat in her ears. Reader’s expression was unreadable, but Lizzie could feel the tension from across the room, like an invisible thread pulling them together against their will.

She broke the gaze first, setting her glass down on the bar and excusing herself from scarlett’s side. She needed air. She needed space. She needed to not be in the same room as Reader.

The terrace outside the venue was quiet, with only a few people here and there. Lizzie leaned on the railing, breathing deeply, trying to calm the storm raging inside her.

“Lizzie.”

She froze. That voice—it hadn’t changed. Slowly, she turned around, and there she was. Y/n. Standing just a few feet away, hands clasped in front of her, looking unsure for the first time that night.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” y/n said softly, her voice a bit hesitant. “I just... I saw you and thought—”

“Congratulations,” Lizzie cut her off, her voice cold. “On the divorce.”

Y/n winced, her face tightening. “Yeah, I figured you’d heard.”

Lizzie crossed her arms, her heart thudding harder now, anger simmering just below the surface. “Of course I heard. Just like I heard about the wedding. The honeymoon in Tuscany. The baby. It was all very... public.”

Reader looked down, the weight of Lizzie’s words settling between them like an unspoken truth. “I didn’t come here to rub anything in your face.”

“No?” Lizzie said, her voice sharp. “Then why are you here?”

y/n took a step closer, the tension between them palpable. “I work for Cortez now. It wasn’t planned, I swear. But... seeing you here...”

“Seeing me here, what?” Lizzie snapped. “What exactly did you expect, y/n? That I’d just... welcome you back with open arms? That we’d pick up where we left off?”

Y/n flinched at Lizzie’s words, but she didn’t back down. “I didn’t expect anything,” she said, her voice quiet. “But I needed to see you. I... I didn’t realize until it was too late how much I threw away.”

Lizzie’s chest tightened, a flood of memories threatening to break the surface. The late nights, the plans for their future, the love they shared. She had given everything to Reader, and in return, she had been left behind. Forgotten. Replaced by a life that was more acceptable, more "normal."

“It’s too late for that,” Lizzie said, her voice cold but trembling at the edges.

Y/n took another step forward, her eyes locking onto Lizzie’s. “Maybe it is. But I’ve spent the last five years trying to convince myself I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life. And now... seeing you here... I know I did.”

Lizzie didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Because part of her had wanted to hear those words for so long. But it didn’t make it any easier. It didn’t erase the years of hurt.

And just like that, the weight of the past hung between them—heavy, unspoken, and impossible to ignore.

A week had passed since the event, but the conversation with y/n replayed in Lizzie's mind on a loop. No matter how much she tried to focus on her work or immerse herself in her life, y/n’s words lingered.

“I know I made a mistake.”

Lizzie wished she could shake it off, wished she could be stronger, but the truth was, y/n had always been her weak spot.

Then, the unthinkable happened: y/n called.

It was professional, of course. The merger between Cortez and another fashion group had led to a lot of crossover with Lizzie's current projects. There was no avoiding it. Y/n was now a permanent part of her professional life.

At first, Lizzie remained distant, keeping their conversations short and strictly business. But y/n didn’t push. She was respectful, even remorseful at times, careful not to overstep the fragile boundaries between them.

And little by little, despite everything, the walls Lizzie had built began to crack.

Lizzie sat in her office, staring at the email. It was a simple invitation, nothing extravagant. An industry mixer that Cortez Fashion Group was hosting—a routine networking event. Y/n had sent it with a formal tone, nothing out of place. Still, Lizzie hesitated.

It wasn’t the event that bothered her. She’d been to hundreds of these gatherings before. It was the idea of seeing y/n again, in a more intimate setting, that unsettled her. Ever since their encounter at the charity event, Lizzie hadn’t been able to get y/n’s words out of her head. “I know I made a mistake.”

Lizzie had spent years convincing herself that she’d moved on. She was successful, admired in her field. Her career had taken off, and on the surface, she seemed perfectly content. But there was a hollow space inside her that had never really healed, a space that y/nhad left behind.

After a long moment, she sighed and typed a quick response.

I’ll be there.

The mixer was held at an upscale rooftop bar overlooking the city. It was an invitation-only event, which meant it was packed with the kind of people Lizzie had learned to tolerate—high-profile designers, executives, and influencers whose smiles never quite reached their eyes. She walked in alone, feeling the familiar weight of expectation settling on her shoulders.

As she entered the venue, her eyes instinctively searched for y/n. She spotted her quickly, standing near the bar in a fitted dress, laughing softly with a group of executives. Lizzie noticed the change in her posture, more composed and reserved than the girl she had once known at NYU. She seemed more controlled now, as if life had polished away the rough edges that had once made her so unpredictable and exciting.

Lizzie was about to turn and grab a drink when she noticed her. Their eyes met, and y/n’s smile faltered, just for a second. Then, she excused herself from the group and made her way over.

“Lizzie,” she greeted her, voice soft but steady. “Thanks for coming.”

Lizzie nodded, not quite trusting herself to speak yet. She wasn’t sure what to say. The last thing she wanted was to fall into the same emotional pit she had climbed out of years ago. But there was something about her presence that was disarming, almost painfully familiar.

They stood in awkward silence for a moment before y/n cleared her throat. “I know this probably isn’t easy for you,” she began carefully. “I didn’t mean to make things difficult. But I’m... glad you’re here.”

Lizzie raised an eyebrow, unsure where this was going. “You’re glad?”

She glanced away, fidgeting with the edge of her clutch. “I just... I’ve been thinking a lot since we talked. About everything.” Her voice dropped, as if she was speaking more to herself than to Lizzie. “About us.”

Lizzie’s heart gave a painful thud in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral. She’d heard all this before, years ago, before everything fell apart. And she wasn’t going to let herself get sucked back in.

“yn,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “You can’t just come back into my life and expect things to be like they were.”

Y/n flinched, but she nodded. “I know. I don’t expect that. I don’t... deserve that.” She looked up, meeting Lizzie’s eyes. “But I’ve changed. I’ve had to change.”

Lizzie took a breath, folding her arms across her chest. “What do you want from me, y/n?”

Y/n was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer, more vulnerable than Lizzie had ever heard it. “I want to fix what I broke.”

The words hit Lizzie like a punch to the gut. She had spent years wishing Reader would say something like that, years hoping for an apology, for some kind of explanation. But now that it was happening, all she felt was exhaustion.

“You can’t fix it,” Lizzie said quietly. “What we had... it’s gone. You made your choice.”

“I know,” y/n whispered, her gaze dropping to the ground. “But I made the wrong choice.”

There it was again, that spark of regret, of honesty that Lizzie had craved for so long. But she couldn’t let herself fall for it. Not again.

“You got the life you wanted,” Lizzie said, her voice firm. “The husband, the child, the perfect little family.”

Y/n’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “It wasn’t perfect.”

Lizzie almost scoffed, but stopped herself. She had seen the pictures, the lavish lifestyle, the curated Instagram posts. It all seemed so perfect from the outside.

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I thought I wanted it,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thought if I followed the path everyone expected of me, if I lived that ‘traditional’ life, I’d be happy. But I wasn’t.” She looked up at Lizzie, her eyes filled with a deep, quiet sadness. “I haven’t been happy since I left you.”

Lizzie’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected that level of honesty. She wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“I’m not asking you to take me back,” she continued quickly, as if sensing Lizzie’s hesitation. “I know I don’t deserve that. But I need you to know... I never stopped loving you.”

The words hung in the air between them, raw and unfiltered. Lizzie swallowed hard, feeling the weight of them settle deep in her chest. For so long, she had convinced herself that y/n had moved on, that she had left their relationship behind without a second thought. But hearing this—knowing this—was almost too much.

Lizzie turned away, looking out over the city skyline. She couldn’t trust herself to look at y/n right now. “You hurt me,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You broke my heart.”

“I know,” y/n said, her voice cracking. “And I’ve lived with that every single day since.”

Lizzie closed her eyes, letting the cool night air wash over her. She wanted to scream, to cry, to let out all the pain she had bottled up for so long. But she couldn’t. Not here, not now.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” Lizzie admitted, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know if I even want to.”

Y/n took a shaky breath, her voice thick with emotion. “I understand. But I had to try. I had to tell you the truth, even if it doesn’t change anything.”

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the city lights flickering beneath them. Lizzie didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process everything that had just been laid at her feet.

Finally, she turned to face y/n, her expression softening just a little. “I need time.”

Y/n nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Take all the time you need.”

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Lizzie alone on the terrace, her heart a tangled mess of old wounds and new possibilities.

Weeks passed, and Lizzie couldn’t shake the conversation from the mixer. She tried to immerse herself in her work, throwing herself into her latest projects, but the once love of her lifes words kept echoing in her mind.

“I never stopped loving you.”

One afternoon, a message came through her assistant that y/n wanted to schedule a meeting. Business, of course. She was working on a new fashion campaign, and they needed Lizzie for an endorsement. It wasn’t unusual, but the idea of sitting in a room with y/n again filled Lizzie with a strange mix of anticipation and dread.

She arrived at the office, dressed sharply in her usual understated style. As she entered the conference room, she was already there, looking over some documents. When she saw Lizzie, she smiled—soft, almost shy.

“Thanks for coming,” y/n said, standing up to greet her.

Lizzie nodded, trying to keep her cool. “Let’s just get this over with.”

They sat across from each other at the long conference table, discussing the campaign in careful, professional tones. But beneath the surface, there was something else, something unspoken that lingered between them.

After the meeting, as Lizzie gathered her things to leave, but hesitated when she heard her name called “Lizzie?”

Lizzie looked up, meeting y/e/c eyes. “Yeah?”

“I... I’ve been thinking about what you said,” y/n began slowly. “About needing time. I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait, for as long as it takes.”

Lizzie didn’t know how to respond. She had spent so long building walls around herself, so long convincing herself that she was better off without her. But now, with the very person that forced those walls upon her, standing in front of her, offering her vulnerability so openly, those walls didn’t seem so impenetrable anymore.

“I don’t know what I want,” Lizzie admitted quietly, her voice betraying the uncertainty she had been feeling for weeks.

Y/n nodded, her expression softening. “That’s okay. I’m not asking you to decide anything right now. Just... think about it.”

Lizzie sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’ve been thinking about it. Too much, honestly.”

There was a beat of silence before she stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She didn’t touch Lizzie, but she stood close enough that Lizzie could feel the warmth radiating off her.

“I meant what I said,”

Y/n’s words hung in the air between them, laden with weight, with promise. “I meant what I said,” she repeated softly, her eyes searching Lizzie’s for any sign of openness. “I’ll wait.”

Lizzie’s heart ached at the sincerity in her voice, the vulnerability she hadn’t seen in so long. Part of her wanted to reach out, to close the distance between them, but another part of her—the part that still nursed the scars of their past—held her back.

She looked away, trying to steady herself. “You can’t just wait around for me, y/n. That’s not fair—to either of us.”

Y/n stepped back slightly, respecting Lizzie’s space. “I know it’s not fair. I’m not asking for guarantees. I just... I need you to know that I’m here. If you ever want to try again.”

Lizzie exhaled, feeling the emotional weight pressing down on her. Try again. It seemed so impossible, like trying to stitch together fabric that had been torn beyond repair. But then, hadn’t she always known that y/n held a part of her that no one else ever could?

She shook her head. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know it’s not,” y/n said, her voice still soft but firm. “I just... I want to do things right this time. I don’t expect you to forget what happened. I’m not asking you to. But I want to be honest now in a way I wasn’t back then.”

Lizzie crossed her arms, trying to keep her guard up. She had to protect herself, didn’t she? She had spent so many years building this life on her own, without y/n, convincing herself that she didn’t need anyone.

But standing here, with her so close, that wall she had built seemed to waver.

“I have to think about it,” Lizzie finally said, her voice steady but laced with hesitation. “I don’t know if I can trust you again. And I’m not sure if I want to risk getting hurt.”

Y/n nodded, her expression unreadable. “I understand. I really do. Take all the time you need.”

And with that, Lizzie walked out of the room, leaving ynstanding there, watching her leave for the second time in their lives. But this time, there was no finality to it—just a promise of more complicated emotions to come.

Days turned into weeks, and Lizzie found herself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts she couldn’t control. No matter how hard she tried to focus on work, on her personal life, her mind always drifted back to y/n.

Their past together felt like an old movie reel, scenes flashing through her mind in vivid detail—late nights studying at NYU, the playful teasing, the quiet moments where Lizzie felt like she had found her person. And then the bitter end, y/n’s sudden departure, the feeling of being left behind.

One afternoon, Lizzie found herself sitting on her couch, a cup of tea in hand, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t even realize she had been looking until she found herself on y/n’s social media page. Pictures of her and her daughter filled the screen—a little girl with bright eyes and a wide smile, playing in parks, dressed in miniature designer clothes. There was no trace of her ex-husband on the page, only yn and her child, a life that seemed carefully crafted for the public eye.

Lizzie’s heart clenched. She had always known yn wanted children. It was one of the things they had talked about during their relationship, their future together. But at the time, she hadn’t been sure how it would all fit into her life. Lizzie had tried to plan for it—had even looked into adoption options, but yn had seemed hesitant, unsure of the path forward.

Lizzie scrolled past a few more pictures, then stopped at one caption that caught her eye:

“Building a new chapter for both of us.”

She set her phone down, staring at the wall in front of her. You had built her new chapter, it seemed. But what did that mean for them now? Could they really create something new out of the wreckage of their past?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. Lizzie frowned, setting down her cup and walking to answer it. When she opened the door, she froze.

Yn stood there, dressed casually in jeans and a jacket, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced,” she said quickly, her expression nervous. “But I couldn’t wait anymore.”

Lizzie blinked, caught completely off guard. “What... what are you doing here?”

She gave her a hesitant smile, the kind that looked almost apologetic. “I wanted to talk. Face-to-face. No meetings, no events. Just us.”

Lizzie stepped aside, letting her in, still trying to process what was happening. They stood in the living room, an awkward silence hanging between them. Yn glanced around the apartment, taking in the cozy atmosphere, the personal touches.

“Nice place,” Reader said softly, her fingers brushing over a framed photo on the mantle.

“Thanks,” Lizzie replied, crossing her arms. “Why are you here, yn?”

Yn’s smile faded, and she looked down at the flowers in her hand. “I... I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. And I realized I’ve been waiting my whole life to make things right with you.” She handed Lizzie the bouquet, her eyes full of meaning. “These are for you.”

Lizzie took the flowers, her mind racing. She wasn’t sure what to feel—gratitude, anger, confusion? All of it swirled inside her, but as she stared at the wildflowers in her hands, something softened in her.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” Lizzie admitted, setting the flowers down on the table. “It’s not that simple.”

Yn took a deep breath, nodding. “I know it’s not. But nothing worth it ever is.”

Lizzie’s eyes met yn’s, and for a moment, the weight of their past seemed to fade. All she saw was the woman standing in front of her—the woman who had hurt her, yes, but also the woman who had loved her deeply. The woman who was still willing to fight for them, even after everything.

“You really think we could work things out?” Lizzie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yn stepped closer, her eyes soft but filled with determination. “I don’t know. But I’m willing to try. And I promise, this time, I won’t run.”

Lizzie felt her heart tighten, a mix of hope and fear fighting for dominance. She wasn’t sure what the future held, but something in yn’s eyes told her that this time, it could be different. This time, it could be real.

“I’m scared,” Lizzie confessed, her voice trembling slightly.

She reached out, gently taking Lizzie’s hand in hers. “Me too.”

For a long moment, they stood there, the silence between them thick with emotion. And in that quiet, Lizzie realized that maybe, just maybe, some wounds could be mended. Maybe some threads, once unraveled, could be woven back together—stronger, more resilient.

Finally, Lizzie squeezed yn’s hand and whispered, “We’ll take it slow.”

She smiled, her eyes shining with hope. “Slow is fine.”

And in that moment, for the first time in years, Lizzie felt like she was on the verge of something new. Something that was worth the risk.

The next day with sun was barely breaking over the Los Angeles skyline lizzie found herself Inside a chic coffee shop, the air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the gentle hum of conversations created a cozy atmosphere. Elizabeth sat at a small table, her hazel eyes fixed on the steaming mug before her. She was lost in thought over her interaction with yn, swirling the latte with a delicate hand.

It wasn’t until Scarlett, her co-worker and confidante, slid into the chair opposite her that Lizzie snapped out of her reverie. Scarlett had a knack for reading her moods, and today, that look was amplified tenfold—concern was etched on her striking features.

“Hey, you okay?” Scarlett ventured, glancing around to ensure their conversation remained private.

Lizzie hesitated, fiddling with the sleeve of her oversized cardigan. “I don’t know, Scar. I’ve been thinking a lot... about Y/N.”

Scarlett raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “You mean your Y/N? The one you were so resolute about distancing yourself from?”

“Yeah,” Lizzie sighed, her breath catching slightly. “It’s just… It’s complicated. I thought I had it figured out, but now…”

“Now what?” Scarlett pressed, sensing her friend’s hesitation.

“I think I want to let them back in,” Lizzie admitted, her voice low as if afraid of the weight of her own words. “But I’m terrified.”

Scarlett leaned back, processing Lizzie's confession. “Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Always,” Lizzie replied, her eyes searching Scarlett’s for guidance.

“Okay,” Scarlett began, choosing her words carefully. “You know Y/N means a lot to you. It’s clear they care deeply for you too. But was the distance necessary because of a mistake, or was it something deeper?”

Lizzie took a deep breath, the memories flooding back. Her relationship with you had been intense, marked by genuine connection, laughter, and love. But the pressures of their careers had created barriers. “It was both,” she sighed. “I pushed them away because... well, it felt safer than being hurt again.”

Scarlett watched her closely. “And now, you feel different?”

"Now I just feel lonely,” Lizzie admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "Life feels hollow without them. I can't help but think... maybe I was wrong to shut them out.”

Scarlett nodded, understanding the complexities of the world they inhabited—the constant scrutiny of their lives, the expectations of being in the public eye. “But are you prepared for the possibility of getting hurt again?”

“I have to be.” Lizzie’s heart raced at the thought. “They’re worth the risk.”

Scarlett smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face. “Then you should  talk to them. Just be honest about yhe way you feel. It’s the best way.”

Lizzie felt a rush of determination surge through her. “You’re right. I can't let fear guide my decisions anymore.”

Time skip

Its autumn now and the leaves had begun to change, painting the city in warm hues of amber and crimson as autumn settled in. New York, with its bustling streets and vibrant energy, felt like a different world. The air was crisp, filled with promise, and the skyline sat against the setting sun like a canvas smeared with gold.

It was three years since Lizzie had decided to take that leap, rekindling a flame that had flickered but never extinguished between you. Despite the years apart, the memories of those carefree days spent at college were etched in both of your hearts. Back then, you were two ambitious students pursuing your dreams, often tethered by affection, laughter, and late-night conversations in tiny dorm rooms. Those moments laid a foundation, but after graduation, life had scattered you down different paths. Both of which ended in heartbreak yet now as two different people time has found its way of untangling the knots created. Lizzie’s boldness in reconnecting had not only reignited your relationship but transformed it into something far beyond what either of you had imagined. Both of you had grown, carving out identities in Hollywood and beyond, yet the bond never felt stronger.

As you walked hand-in-hand on the familiar streets of Greenwich Village, Lizzie wore a smile that lit up her entire face, her dark hair catching the light in a way that made her look ethereal. You had gone out for coffee, a simple outing that had turned into a leisurely exploration of the city. With every corner, every shop you wandered into, memories fluttered back—like the time you both tried to decipher the obscure art at a gallery, only to end up laughing at your lack of understanding.

“Do you remember this place?” Lizzie asked, stopping in front of a quaint little café framed by twinkling fairy lights.

“Of course,” you replied, the smile on your face widening. “You insisted we try that ridiculous pumpkin spiced latte because ‘it’s autumn, and we must embrace seasonal flavors.’”

“It was delicious!” she defended, laughing. “Well, until I spilled half of it on my sweater.”

You chuckled at the memory, how cute she had looked trying to clean herself up with paper towels, the barista’s confused expression as you both burst into fits of giggles. “I think that’s the night you made me promise to always be your coffee buddy.”

Lizzie squeezed your hand, a glint of mischief lighting her eyes. “Do you still promise?”

“Always,” you said softly, looking into her eyes, feeling the weight of your words. The world around you faded, your laughter mingling with the air, wrapping you both in a cocoon of nostalgia.

As the sun dipped lower, painting the skyline a glorious shade of orange, Lizzie suggested walking toward the waterfront. You obliged, knowing how much she loved the view of the Hudson against the backdrop of the city.

On the dock, the water shimmered, reflecting the dwindling light. Lizzie leaned against the railing, staring out at the horizon, her profile capturing the light perfectly. It was moments like this that caused your heart to swell with joy and deep affection.

“Remember when we stood here in the middle of the night?” she asked suddenly, cutting into your reverie. “We talked about our dreams—about being actors, artists, and how we wanted to change the world.”

“Yes, and you were so passionate about the roles you wanted to explore. It was inspiring,” you said, recalling how fervently she had spoken. “You’ve certainly made an impact.”

Turning toward you, her eyes sparkled with a blend of nostalgia and ambition. “And you were there through all of it: the auditions, the chaos, even the times I doubted myself. You never let me give up.”

“Just as you never let me lose hope when life tried to knock me down,” you replied, stepping closer.

You shared a long, quiet moment, your hearts beating in rhythm. It was in these silences that conversations bloomed, where you understood each other without words. Then Lizzie spoke, her voice soft, almost a whisper. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… us, the future.”

You held your breath, sensing the significance of her tone. “What do you mean?”

She shuffled her feet, glancing down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “When I first reached out to you three years ago, I was terrified. I was afraid of ruining what we had, afraid that we might not be the same people we were back then.”

“And look at us now,” you said, warmth flooding your chest. “We’ve built something beautiful.”

Her eyes glistened with tears—happy tears. “I know. And I realize that taking that leap to be with you was the best decision of my life. You’ve helped me grow, and I hope I’ve done the same for you.”

“Always,” you echoed again, your heart racing.

With a sudden rush of determination, Lizzie stepped away from the railing and reached into her pocket. Inside, she produced a small velvet box, holding it with both hands as if it contained the weight of the world.

The air buzzed with electricity, and your breath caught in your throat. “Lizzie…”

“Three years together—it’s been everything I dreamed of and more. I can’t imagine my life without you by my side,” she said, her voice steady even as her hands trembled slightly. She knelt down, the evening light framing her face in a divine glow. “Will you marry me?”

Time stood still. The world around you blurred, and all you could see was her—beautiful, courageous, and vulnerable. You nodded, tears of joy spilling down your cheeks. “Yes! Yes, a million times yes!”

Lizzie’s face lit up like the fireworks you had once seen together at the Fourth of July, pure happiness radiating from her. She slipped the delicate ring onto your finger, and in that moment, everything felt right. The past, the struggles, the joys—they all converged into this singular moment of love and commitment.

“You make me the happiest person in the world,” she whispered, her eyes shining.

“You make me the happiest too,” you replied, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her embrace.

As the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a canvas of stars overhead, you both stood wrapped in each other’s arms, ready to embark on an incredible new chapter. This was love, powerful and transformative, and the best was yet to come.

[socksracoon10]

Is That It?

A/N: AHH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER, IVE JUST BEEN SO BUSY OK?!??! IM SO SORRY GUYS I REALLY MEAN IT! But omg im so glad im back to writing and finally done with this draft! Pairing: Will Turner x F!Reader

"You think he's ever coming back?" Your friend, Charlotte, questioned you. You were busy scrubbing the floor of the Governor's room with a very thing rag of cloth. You held it up, unfolding it to get a glimpse of all its holes and tears, a predicament to your tireless work. Gazing into one of the holes which led to the view of the sea outside the grand window, you let out a desolate sigh,

"I've lost all hope."

"Such a shame, I really thought he was interested in you." Charlotte huffed out, before sneezing against the dressing table; the dust flying in every direction it could find. You rolled your eyes, returning back to your work. It had been such a long time since you had heard anything about Will Turner, you almost thought you had forgotten his existence. The first few days after he had left was a blow to your guts, but then as time went on, you managed to adapt a new life - one which definitely didn't involve you making frequent pit stops at the blacksmith's workshop.

All you remembered was him hurriedly running about, fighting the incoming pirates. One of them had their hands wrapped around your throat, their eyes burning into your soul as they repeatedly uttered foreign words to your ears. You didn't understand it, you had no need to. All you could think about was finding a way out of the situation you were in; Will also had the same idea, because in a short amount of time, he hopped over to you and crashed a bottle of rum against the pirate's head and then looked back up at you in anger.

"What are you doing here?" He croaked out, grabbing you by your arm before dragging you off.

"I was coming to find you!" You exclaimed, shaking your head, "I didn't know it was going to get this bad out of nowhere! Who even are these people?"

"Pirates, and I don't - well, they took Elizabeth." He grumbled and you sucked your teeth to hide the surge of jealousy coursing through your veins. Yes, they were childhood friends and were very well acquainted with each other, but you had spent more time with Will than anyone else! I mean, who let him into the Governor's quarters to deliver the swords? Who made food for him and left them at his doorstep? You did, of course! But the oaf was always so caught up with his feelings for Elizabeth, you could hardly ever tell if you were just there as his "best friend" or someone to service him.

When he had left without informing you, you felt at first very much betrayed. And then you felt anger course through your veins only to be simmered down with your gut rattling in resentment. You figured you were dead to him, and that him leaving abruptly was a sign that you no longer meant anything to him. You scowled at yourself, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to make the best of the situation at hand. The only thing your mind told you to do was to move on, with or without him. It did not matter anymore.

The Governor had seen promise in you after the disappearance of his daughter and Commodore Norrington was charged with sending you back to England for an education. You were, after all, the same age as Elizabeth and showed "some sign of intelligence" according to the people around you. You held your tongue, head faced downwards because as much as Port Royal was home to you, this opportunity would never cross your path ever again. It would only be wise to employ it and distract yourself from the boredom within the port. Besides, your only friend had left you, so there really was no point in sticking around in this dreary place. You sighed, nodding your head at whatever the old men would instruct you to do, and found yourself aboard a ship, setting sail towards England for a new chapter in your life. ****

"What's going on? What's with the ruckus?" You had asked, emerging from the special quarters on the ship. The weather was monstrous, the thunder booming every 5 seconds as a reminder of the treacherous seas. The waves splashed against the ship, churning it as if it were butter. The first mate on the crew instructed you to return back to your room, but you could barely understand what was going on. Should your return to Port Royal be this miserable? Was this the sea's way of telling you to return to England? After finishing 2 dreadfully long years of education through a prestigious - and prude - tutor, you longed to return to that misshapen cottage you once called home. At the moment, it seemed that your grave would lack the corpse it needed if everyone on board was going to drown. From the fog, your eyes bore into the sight of a mysteriously, large ship. Its flag tethered, its wood withered. As the crew around you began panicking, screaming, and crying for mercy, you stood there in shock. This was a pirate ship.

You remembered Will. He had gone after Elizabeth after she had been abducted by those foul creatures. You wondered what happened to him, wondered if he was still the same sweet Will you had grown up with. As the ship in front of you came to a stop, the planks were drawn out. Ah, now was probably a good time to head back into your quarters.

"Wait, wait, Miss (L/N), you cannot leave us! Where are you going!" A small boy had asked. You pitied him, he was no more than 6 years old. Feeling your heart battle with morality, you caught hold of his arm and dragged him into your quarters. You pushed the bed to its side and hid behind it, closer to the wall with the boy seated on your lap. You brought a hand over his mouth and whispered into his ear,

"Not a word out of you. We do not want to be killed."

That was enough to have him behave. The sounds outside only increased tenfold. You could hear flesh being slain, and bones crushing against metal swords. Gruesome, vile noises. You gagged to yourself, resting your head against the wall as you tried to formulate an escape from all this. There had to be another way. You peered over the side of the bed, noticing a shadow behind the door; it lingered for a few more seconds before a sword came pummeling through. The boy in your arms shrieked in horror, and you clasped his mouth shut as you shrank into the corner of the room. There was a sword tucked into the wooden boards under you, mainly for the ship's captain. He wouldn't be needing it now. You propped yourself with your knees, pulling the board open as the boy snuck his arm in to retrieve the glistening sword for you. When you caught hold of the metal, you merely nodded your head to the boy and then stood up to guard him. The door to the quarters was being ripped down by the pirates outside, and you stepped back, the sword stretched out towards the incoming villains.

"Stand back, foul pirates! You do not want to mess with me!" You bellow, swiping your sword around. The pirates that had finally come into view all snickered under their breath, their gazes dark and unforgiving. You saw one press his foot forward, and you jutted the sword out as a warning. He smiled in response, before they all turned their heads to face the man pushing through them.

"Out of the way, out of the way, move," A voice splintered through, and through the darkness of the storm, you couldn't make his face out exactly. The little boy behind you brought the candle from the wall over to the crowd, and that was when the light illuminated Will's face. Your jaw dropped at first, words disintegrating into the air at the sight of him.

"Will?" Your eyes widened, shoulders sagging just a bit. Will raised an eyebrow, scanning you very carefully before he noticed the locket around your neck. It was an oval shape, crafted by him as a gift for your 12th birthday. His hands gently came to lift it up in the light, and a soft gasp escaped his lips,

"(Y/N), it's you!" He exclaimed, pulling you into a tight embrace. The sword fell from your hands, clattering onto the ground below as you stood there in shock. You had never thought you'd see him again, and here he was… as a pirate?!? Your blood was boiling, the audacity of him to even hug you when you had spent years worried over him. You shoved him off before slapping him across his face. The crowd of pirates behind him winced in unison, all of them awkwardly looking away.

"I-I never thought that'd happen to me," Will groaned, rubbing his sore cheek. He watched you push past him to the deck outside, the storm still relentlessly pouring down onto the men aboard. You looked so foreign to him, standing there in those fancy nightgowns that he had only ever seen Elizabeth wear. When he had left you that night, he had embarked on a journey that had changed his entire life. He had discovered that his father was a pirate and that he was meant to be among the seas, not toiling away in Port Royal. Elizabeth had managed to find a hold among the seas too, but she declined Will's proposal to her. She told him she had viewed him more as a brother than anything else, and while that did hurt him at first, he slowly came around to understand it.

And then he remembered you, waiting for him at Port Royal. Even with all that had happened, he never wanted to come back because he believed that by showing up unexpectedly, he was only hurting you more. He figured your life as a maid was already bad enough; he was wrong, clearly. You no longer looked like a maid, you looked like the daughter of a prestigious family. He chewed his lip, eyes grazing over your form to understand what this new transformation meant but before he could even ask, he saw Jack Sparrow stumbling towards you. That was more than enough for him to try and save you.

"My lovely lady, what ever brings you-" Jack began, abruptly cut off by Will jumping in,

"Ah, that's enough of that," He glared at Jack, before forcing a smile towards you, "(Y/N), please. I need some time to talk to you. Alone. Privately."

"I could help the mistress dry her clothes," Jack grinned, stepping forward. You caught a glance of Will sucking his teeth in, trying his hardest to maintain his composure. You smirked, remembering the days when you used to tease him for always carrying a wooden gun, pretending to be an officer. He had that same look on his face, that grumpy attitude when someone tried to break up your play time. Your eyes softened, reminiscing the good days. You sorely missed him, that was for sure.

"Well, as grateful as I am that you have offered to be of some assistance to me, pirate," You crinkled your nose, pushing past Jack, "I suppose I could have some pity towards this man and converse with him… of course, if he promises to have the little boy on board with him."

Will's mouth parted slightly, frowning at your words, "I… I'm not… the uh… it doesn't matter with me, I mean I'd keep him…" He paused, momentarily to peer down at the little boy next to you, before looking to Jack, "It's up to him, though. He's the Captain."

"I am! I am!" Jack cheered, clasping his hands together. You crossed your arms, turning to Will,

"You're not even Captain?" You questioned through gritted teeth.

"I… no. Is that… Is that bad?" He shrugged, wincing at the way your shoulders were rising. You merely huffed out in annoyance, grabbing the ends of your dress to stalk off to the opposite side of the deck. Your anger was uncontrollable. He wasn't even Captain? Then what the hell was he doing for so long away from you? An absolute waste of time! You grumbled under your breath, feeling every urge in your body to lash out on him. When you swiftly turned on your heels, you were faced with a very apologetic Will who was trying his best to comfort you,

"Listen, it's not as bad as you-"

"Oh, shut it! I have spent years, years pining for you! I thought you were dead! I thought you had gone off with Elizabeth, or spent the rest of your life stuck on an awful ship! The possibilities, the scenarios I had thought about your future! And, and… and even if you were a pirate, I figured you'd be a Captain with all the skills you have! What even are you? You horrible creature, you vile beast! You tormented me for this long and this is all you could do? How dare you even show your face to me after all you have done!?!" You bellowed, slapping his face. Will stepped backwards, his mind reeling at your words.

"That's it?" Will asked, eyes wide open as he stared at you.

"That's it?" You repeated, chest heaving in shock, "Is that it? Really? That's all you have to say? I just confessed my feelings and that's all you have to say!"

Will stood there, like a sword lodged into a piece of wood. He swallowed, thickly, trying everything that he could to understand what was happening. You had just confessed that you have had feelings for him since you were young, that you were worried sick for him this whole time. He felt like a fool! To think that he had spent ages worshipping Elizabeth when you were right there beside him. He looked down in embarrassment, feeling a bit ashamed at this revelation. You had shoved him to the side, angrily muttering things under your breath as you headed towards the broken quarters.

And Will knew, as he watched you go, that he had to make up for this somehow. He'd start by showing you just how much he had missed you too.

[harruandlou]

Happy 28th! This is my first time ever doing one of these, but I'm committing to tracking my reading this year so I hope to have one every month. Rereads are marked with a *

Bring Me Home by sunflouwerhabit / @sunflouwerhabit (434k)

“Guys! Does Harry know about Lord Baseball?” Micah squeaks. “Lord Baseball?” Harry says slowly. “He’s only the greatest baseball player of all time!” Micah insists. “Our actual lord and savior, our hero, our shortstop...” Our shortstop. Harry blinks and reaches for another cashew. “Our shortstop? You mean Lou… Louis?” “Lord Baseball.” Micah nods. “The love of my life.” Harry chokes on a cashew. Joe and Tristan cackle while James mutters, “Never stood a chance against those fuckin’ cheekbones…” ~~~ The entire roster of the Cleveland Spiders is in love with star shortstop Louis Tomlinson. Harry most of all. OR: Down the Line (Harry’s Version)

*Golden by shaylea (128k)

Harry is fully dressed when Louis returns to the room. He’s slumped on the edge of the bed, fingers twining awkwardly around the edge of his pink flounces. “Can I come?” he blurts when Louis opens the bathroom door. Louis freezes. “What?” “North. With you,” Harry clarifies. “If you’re going north, could I come too?” On a rainy night in Auckland in the middle of his world tour, popstar Harry Styles loses his ability to carry on. Instead of continuing to Sydney and the rest of his tour, he seeks sanctuary with Louis Tomlinson, a man with a macadamia nut farm and a mysterious past.

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“You look like a wildflower,” Louis comments, shielding his eyes from the sun, the crinkles near them even more prominent in this light. “What?” Harry’s words stumble over a surprised laugh. “With your hair all fluffy like that.” Harry’s fingers automatically find their way into his hair as he silently curses the humidity out on the water. “He kind of does, doesn’t he?” Elizabeth adds. Louis tilts his head to the side, smile softening and blurred around the edges. “Our very own long-stemmed wildflower.” - or: a 1950s hollywood story spanning half a decade where harry and louis are constantly growing towards, away from, & around each other and everything harry wants are things he can’t have.

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harry is a global popstar who's convinced the world he has it all -- a happy marriage to a devoted alpha, two beautiful children, two grammy awards, three platinum albums, and a budding film career. but some aspects of his image aren't as true as they seem. like the fact he's been separated for over a year, uses meaningless flings to cope and occasionally forgets responsibilities or commitments to his family. he and louis once commanded stages together. they tackled any challenges to their future. and no matter how hard things got, they always returned to one another. harry would always return to louis. until one day, he finds he can't.

*Late Night Talking by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (53k)

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AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry's newest interest that much more intriguing.

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Louis, who smiles at Harry as he reclines in his chair. Louis, whose soulmark is visible thanks to his low-cut top. Louis, Harry’s soulmate, who seems to either be blissfully ignorant of that fact or maliciously ignoring it. Harry would really like to know which.

--I also listened to the podfic of this which can be found here by @pandapodfics

[faghubby]

Dirty undies

"Paul why can't you learn to wipe your ass!" My mother yelled at me. "14 years old and still staining your underwear" I couldn't speak I was flush so embarrassed. She then yanked down my sweats and briefs exposing my ass.

"It's the hair isn't it" my mother stated. I stood stunned. "Well you are just going to have tolearn to shave" she informed me. That night as I went to take a shower I found my mother had left me one of her razors. With a note reminding me to shave my butt crack.

It was just me and mom, Dad left when I was to young to even walk. She worked hard and I tried my best to help. So if me shaving my asshole made her life easier. For years I shaved just my asshole.

I was 18 when mom came home one day and handed me a free waxing coupon.

"I thought you might like to try it won't leave any razor burn" she told me. She had signed up for herself and got a bring a friend type thing. I thought it wierd but mom convinced me to go. I think a little hesitate to go alone. I don't know what I was expecting but when this stunning older woman came in the room to wax my ass i was nervous.

"My name is Amanda, So we are just doing your butt?" She asked sweetly trying to make me comfortable.

"Yes" I mumbled. She explained the procedure and then applied wax between my cheeks. It hurt as she tore off the strips. But I tried not to yell out.

"I can do more, I think your boyfriend might like it" Amanda told me.

"Um not gay" I told her timidly. I had never even kissed a girl but I wasn't gay.

"OH sorry sweety, most guys who do this" She tried to explain. Her hand cupped my ass. I already had an erection but laying on my stomach concealed it.

"In that case, I know your girlfriend would love it if we cleaned up all this hair" Amanda just started to spread more wax all over my ass. She didn't stop there she did the backnof my thighs as well.

"Roll over so I can clean up the front" Amanda cooed.

"No, I think I am good" I wimpered.

"Paul are you excited, don't be embarrassed" she told me helping me roll over. She grabbed my dick and just held it as she pulled down her shirt exposing her tits.

"Now you like this" she giggled. She waxed me from my knees up. She took all my body hair. Letting me timidly touch her breasts as she did. Even the few hairs around my nipples. I was sore and my dick had never been harder as I got up from the table. Amanda just smiled and picked up my phone. She put in a number as I got dressed. Then left.

I didn't even make it home, I had to pull over and jerk off. It only took a few strokes and I creamed all over myself. Later that night I got a text from a contact called Elizabeth.

/Pretty boi are you wearing panties? Can I see?/

Who was this? It must be Amanda?

/I don't wear panties/ I texted back. I recieved a pic of a girl about my age wearing a black thong and covering her tits with her hands.

/want to see more? Send me a pic wearing your panties/

I didn't have any panties, what would I do. Mom was out. I could borrow a pair of hers. I jumped up and went to my mother's room. I hesitated I never went in her room. I looked at the Pic again and opened the door. I quickly opened her drawers. I found a drawer full of her underwear. Was it hers? It seemed rather risqué. I grabbed a red lace pair. I slid them on. They felt amazing. I got hard. Should I jerk off first? No I thought and took a selfie of me wearing my mother's panties. I sent it to Elizabeth

/very nice/ she replied immediately. She then asked all kinds of questions. Alot of normal ones about hobbies, friends, movies, music. I asked as well. She sent me a pic of her bare breasts. She asked if I was playing with myself. Then told me not to. The questions got much more personal, sexual. I tried to lie to her but she seemed to know I was a virgin. Who had never even had a girlfriend. After over an hour my mother came home. I told her I had to go. She told me not to take off the panties. To sleep in them. I did as she said. But masterbated before I went to sleep.

I woke to a message telling me to meet her at a nearby diner. I showered my mom was already gone. I snuck in her room and stole another pair of panties. After I showered I slipped them on. Then got dressed. I rushed to meet Elizabeth. The panties kept riding up giving me a wedgie. Elizabeth was waiting in a booth. I went over to join her. I stopped and introduced myself.

"Sit pretty boy" she said louder then I would of liked. As soon as I sat she shoved her foot against my crotch. She moved her foot making me get hard again.

"Elizabeth please" I wimpered looking around to see if anyone else saw what she was doing.

"Open you pqnts show me what color" Elizabeth said. I tried to just pull them up alittle bit finally just showed her the top.

"Pretty, I think purple might be your color" she smiled. This was all so erotic to me. Elizabeth ordered a sandwich. I got a burger.

"Love how you take all that meat" Elizabeth laughed, I hushed her and turned red. Trying to take smaller bites. After she took me on a walk in the park we sat on a bench. She grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress. She wore no panties.

"Use your fingers" She told me practically climbing in my lap. I tried. Elizabeth started to whisper directions in my ear. Soon she was grinding against my hand as people walked by.

"Yes, I am going to creamnall over your hand" she said biting my ear. As she did just that.

"Taste me" She cooed guiding my hand to my mouth. I licked each finger clean. She then led me to a store on the other side of the park. I had never been inside an adult book store as she held the door for me.

"That one looks nice" she teased pointing out a huge black dildo. I was very uncomfortable as she kept looking around asking me questions about which toys I liked. She bought several things not even sure what they all where. I carried the bag as we headed back across the park. She walked me right to my front door. Then kissed me pressing me against the wall. Her hands groping my ass and clawing my back. She let me go and handed me a small bag.

"Something for you to wear on cold nights" She giggled and left me standing outside my door. I went inside and opened the bag inside was a tiny pink thong. It smelled like her. We texted everyday, had dates always during the day. Always with her giving me presents. Often having me please her with either my fingers or a few times with my mouth. She always instructed me exactly what to do. I found myself wearing panties all the time. She would ask for a pic of what pair I was wearing. If I hesitated or told her I wasn't wearing panties she wouldn't talk to me for days.

"Why you leave your legs so hairy?" Elizabeth asked me one day. "You love how smooth mine are"

"Well I don't want the guys to know" I said shyly.

"Know what? That you love been hairless and wearing panties. Or that you have a tiny penis and love to be dominated?" Elizabeth asked. She unbuckled my pants and shoved her hand down them grasping my dick.

"My mom was the first woman to ever touch you like this wasn't she?" Elizabeth already knew the answer. She stroked me a few times and I came in her hand. She licked one of her fingers.

"Umm, try it. It's delicious" she pushed her other finger in my mouth. Then fed me each one in turn. "That is so hot" Elizabeth told me.

That night I shaved the rest of my legs, and my pits as well. Sending pics to Elizabeth.

/I love it you look so sexy/ she replied.

The next day she came over for dinner to meet my mom.

Elizabeth immediately order me around, having me help my mother. Or refill their glasses. My mother looked on amazed.

"You are amazing. I can't even get him to pick up his clothes" she told Elizabeth..

"Is that true? Do you leave your dirty panties on the floor for your mother to find" Elizabeth asked me. I blushed unable to respond.

"You know about the panties?" My mother said in hushed tones.

"OH yes, I discovered right away that Paulie was a girlie boi who loves to wear panties" Elizabeth explained. "He also had all his body hair removed to feel more femine"

"And you're okay with this?" My mother asked.

"Certainly, it's easy to find a man to please me sexually, but a delicate boi to adore me. That is a treat" Elizabeth explained. I was awe struck and just stood frozen.

"So you have lovers?" My mother asked curious

"Yes, but they come and go" Elizabeth explained. Then she stopped and looked up at me.

"Go clean up your room, can't believe you have your mother do that. And wash your clothes. All those panties I gave you better be hand washed" she ordered. I quickly left glad to be out of the room. It was an hour later when Elizabeth came and found me. She closed my door and sat on the bed grabbing my hand she pulled me to her lap.

"You got all excited when I told your mom you like to wear panties" She cooed. She unbuckled my pants and started to rub me thru my panties. "I told her other things as well. But I want to know what you felt when you heard about me with men" She kissed my neck. I didn't respond just let her tease me.

"I have another present for you, I like you to try it before you complain" she told me. Having me stand she yanked down my pants and panties. I looked at the door knowing my mother had a habit of not knocking. She pulled lube and a butt plug from her purse.

"Lay here across my lap" she told me. Hesitate I did as she said. First she rub my ass. Then applied lube sliding a finger into my ass. After a few minutes she pressed the hard plug against my hole. At first my ass resisted but then gave way and the plug slid in. As I gasped loudly. Then pulled my panties back up. Standing she had me strip down to just my panties. I stood before her. She slowly stripped herself not letting me touch just watch. I had yet to see her completely naked. She laid me down on my bed then laid down beside me.

"You will never be inside me. You will learn to please me without any expectations of being pleased" she told me letting me kiss, touch and explore any part of her body. I reached her ass and started to grab and play with it.

"Why don't you kiss it sweety" she guided my head down. I wasn't sure about it but soon was licking and kissing her asshole. She started to play with herself as I did. This drove me on. And soon my tounge pressed into her ass. I had not even noticed that I was humping her leg. The plug moving in my ass as I did. I came in my panties.

"So naughty, go change" Elizabeth scowled.

"I um they are all wet" I stuttered having just hand washed them all. She stood and grabbed her panties she had taken off. She used tissues to clean up my mess. Then slid on the tiniest yellow thong. Grabbing her bra she started to adjust the straps.

"It's a set" she said having me put it on. Then got dressed herself. "I have to go you got me ready for him" she smiled showing me a pic of a large shirtless black man. I wanted to cry. But just then my door opened. My mother just smiled.

"That's cute" she said tugging my bra down a bit. I was mortified standing in front of my mother in my girlfriends underwear. As she was off to meet another man. Elizabeth and my mother left me standing there as they left the room together talking about my mother's new Tinder account. I thru on my jeans and a tee shirt and rushed after them. Elizabeth saw me gave me a big kiss and grabbed my ass driving the plug in.

"Be a good gurl" she told me and left.

"I love her, she is perfect for you" my mother gushed. "I know do you want to go thru my closet and see what old clothes fit you?" She asked excited. I burst into tears and ran back to my room. I must of cried myself to sleep. I woke to Elizabeth kissing me.

"Sweety wake up" she told me. I opened my eyes and even in the dim light could tell she was a mess. She laid in bed next to me naked.

"Kiss me down there" she said softly. I slid down under the covers and immediately tasted cum, alot of it. I jumped up.

"Shh don't wake your mom" she guided my head back between her legs. I knew she would make me do this. So I swallowed hard and licked her clean. As she ran her fingers thru my hair. After she cuddled with me. "Like your plug dint you?" She teased pushing on it I just grunted in response.

After that night nothing seemed off limits. She soon had me wearing bras all the time as well. Even taking me to a shop to be properly measured for one. My regular clothes started to change as well. Brighter colors, tighter fit. Some things where obviously made for a woman.

"You are so small and delicate woman's sizes just fit you better" She would tell me. She would meet her lover once or twice a week. Always coming over to "cuddle" after. She loved that I was learning to love the taste of cum as much as she did,

My mother was no help, she encouraged me to follow Elizabeth instructions. Even taking me to get my ears pierced for my 19th birthday. The more I submitted to the more Elizabeth loved it. She even sucked my dick for my birthday. Then kissed me feeding me all my cum.

She had had me wear the plug sometimes. But when she took off her pants one night to expose a big plastic cock jutting out from her crotch I was stunned.

"I am taking you out to dinner, then bringing you back here and taking your virginity" she told me stroking her cock. "Now how gentile I am depends on what you agree to wear" she held up a short white skirt, with a frilly pink blouse. Then a pair of low ride skinny jeans and a lilac tee shirt. Thirs option was a pair of standard woman's jeans with a butterfly patch on the back pocket and a pink hockey jersey.

She waited for my response. Then added.

"I will let you cum in my mouth again if you wear the skirt" I caved. She was thrilled putting all the clothes in my closet I knew I would be wearing them sometime. She helped me get dressed. Putting pantyhose on me as well which felt amazing. She then styled my hair and did my makeup. I was amazed I thought I was looking at a woman in the mirror when she was done. She added shoes with a little heel to the outfit. I was very nervous at first then noticed men holding doors for us. The waiter called me miss. Elizabeth acted like a lesbian couple dropping me and kissing me in public. It was obvious I was the bitch in the relationship though.

I was on cloud nine when we got back to my house. I had even forgotten about what was coming. It had been a magical evening. Elizabeth pulled me straight to my room she practically tore my clothes off. She laid me on my back and put my legs on her shoulders.

"I know I promised to be gentle but you got me so fucking hot for you" she told me as she lubed my ass. She pushed her cock against my ass hard. Driving it in. I screamed. She paused onlyna few seconds before she shoved the rest in. No pause she drove her thick cock in and out of my ass. It hurt so bad I begged her to stop. She just kept fucking me harder. Slowly I numbed a little to the pain and my cries became wimpers. That's when I heard my mother telling someone

"God yes fuck me, it's so big. I never knew what I was missing " through the wall.

"Sounds like your mommy getting fucked as well" Elizabeth laughed and doubled her effort. "Tell me how much you want it"

"Please, Elizabeth. Yes give me your cock" I feeblely wimpered. She stopped and pulled out her cock I heard it hot the floor as she loosened the straps. Then crawled into bed she held me as we heard my mother continue to get fucked through the wall.

"Sweety you have so easily embraced your place" Elizabeth whispered stroking my hair. "I would love it if you agreed to marry me" She said softly nibbling on my ear. "Before you answer know that this is how our life will be. You will never use this tiny pee pee for anything bit going pee" She told me holding my penis and balls in her hand. I heard my mother cum through the wall.

"That's what a man does to a woman, you know you could never make a woman feel like that" Elizabeth giggled.

"Yes, I will marry you" I told her.

"You will have to wear the dress" Elizabeth told me. I nodded. She produced a box. And with some fiddling locked my penis in a steel cage forever.

[jomiddlemarch]

cheating a person of their premeditated contempt

“Might I make a confession?” Elizabeth said.

A husband of nearly a year, Fitzwilliam Darcy considered himself an expert in the subject of his wife, her predilections and foibles, her tone of voice and how it correlated to her setting, nuances and subtleties that he had missed entirely when she had been merely Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn.

At the moment, Mrs. Darcy sat in the morning room of their London townhouse, her fine dark eyes set off by the primrose draperies she had ordered after he’d first given her the instruction to make the place suitable for them. A cup of China tea rested on the table beside her, an uneaten biscuit perched in the saucer. There was something provocative in her expression, but it was not her intention to invite his more amorous address, though the color in her cheeks and the curve of her lip told him she would give him the merest token of protest should he act upon any such urge. He put aside the book he was reading, marking the page with one of her cast-off silk ribbons; he had insisted, quite rightly, that no one but her lady’s maid would know it had been used to tie her garters.

“You are well aware that I am not a man of the cloth and may not absolve you, so you must proceed with the confidence that my judgment would not be severe, should I choose to render it,” he said.

“You would tease me, but I am serious,” she replied.

“If you are serious, I shall not dare to tease you again, madam. What would you tell me?”

“All the time I lived at Longbourn and when we were at Pemberley, I thought calling cards were a tremendous affectation, twice as silly as the silliest mob-cap, and that anyone who would say they were not at home when they were sitting cozily in their library was the epitome of pomposity,” she said.

“And now?”

“And now, I know myself to have been the greatest fool, for the tray is overflowing with cards and we have at least three invitations for any hour of any day, teas and routs and Venetian breakfasts when I have yet to divine the characteristic that confers any salient reference to Venice or breakfast,” she said brightly, but he could hear her consternation and distress concealed within her humor.

“It is not bad thing to discover you were mistaken. Nor that Mrs. Darcy of Pemberley is much in demand,” he said. “I agree a Venetian breakfast remains a mystery, unless there is risi e bisi served alongside bread and butter.”

“But how shall we decide who to see?” Elizabeth said, leafing through the pile of calling cards.

“Is there anyone you recognize who you’d like to see?” he replied.

“There’s a card from Mrs. George Knightley,” she said. “She is quite good humored and amiable—”

“Then we shall call upon her and after I shall take you for a ride through the park in the barouche in lieu of a walk through the countryside,” he said.

“I’ve only to do what I like? That doesn’t seem proper—surely I will offend someone important,” she said.

“All London is not like my Aunt Catherine, Elizabeth. And you had little trouble letting her know how you felt about her perspective,” he said.

“You were more important that a Venetian breakfast, Fitzwilliam!” 

“I should hope so,” he replied. “Though the one tomorrow is hosted by a duchess.”

“Prinny himself might host and it would not come to account,” she replied.

“And for that, we’ll stop at Gunter’s for ices before we return here and are very definitely not at home for anyone,” he said. 

Written for Janeuary 2025 @janeuary-month, posted a day late for Day 18 prompt: calling cards

[princessracecar]

“Describe to me in detail the exact texture of a perfect pumpkin pie.” Says Armand from behind his notebook.

“Uh” says Janet, the manager at the all night bakery exactly 3.475 miles away from the condo he shares with Daniel.

He doesn’t need Daniel knowing about his plans and Daniel is a great many things, but stupid is not one of them.

The bakery’s two regular employees, Elizabeth and Garret shoot them furtive glances from behind the counter. He’s not allowed to talk to Elizabeth and Garret anymore. Apparently he was being “creepy” and “intense” and waiting to ambush them with questions out in the parking lot was also not acceptable. Daniel wants him to rely less on his vampiric gifts. “If you’re going to act like a human, you should maybe try to actually act like a human” he had said. Whatever that means. Armand hasn’t been a human in a very long time and many of their behaviors are confusing to say the least. But if he isn’t to use the Mind Gift to parse the answers he needs, he needs to be… personable.

And so he sits with Janet, who had agreed not to call the police on him as long as he promised to “stop being weird” and buy something. The look on her face implied that he should buy several somethings. Perhaps many somethings. There was now a box of individually wrapped slices of cake settled on the table next to them in the corner booth that they are currently occupying. He can’t bring the cakes back to Daniel because then he will absolutely know something is going on, but perhaps he can leave them on the doorstep of a family the next street over without arousing suspicion.

He can tell that Janet is trying very hard not to ask him why he doesn’t try some of the pies the bakery has on display. It’s a fair question. Maybe he can pretend to be allergic to eggs. There are eggs in pies aren’t there? Food is so much different now than it was when he was alive. He takes a breath he doesn’t need and says very quickly “This is my first Thanksgiving with my husband and I want it to be perfect.” There, that was a normal thing to say. It even had some relation to the truth. Somewhat. If you squinted a lot. Janet, however, visibly relaxes in the booth across from him and beams in delight.

“This is Armand.” Says the still smiling Janet to the tall and rather disheveled looking blonde woman wearing chef’s whites with her hands buried in some sort of floury mixture spread out across the top of the metal table in the back room of the bakery. The woman had tersely introduced herself at Katia before turning to Janet and proclaiming “Isn’t that the guy who was being weird on the security cameras?”

“This is shortcrust pastry.” Says Katia after several tense minutes and a very pointed eyebrow from Janet. Armand dutifully writes “shortcrust pastry” in his notebook.

Katia takes on the air of someone about to deliver a very in-depth lecture. The slight tightening around her eyes (as well as her inner monologue) implies that he had better pay attention.

“It’s used in both sweet and savory pastries, tarts, and pies and is referred to as a “short” crust because the texture is light and crumbly.”

Katia explains to him the process of making the pastry. For some reason there is rendered animal fat involved and he is made to absolutely promise that he will not use “the devil’s ingredient” although he is utterly unsure what “Crisco” is. Perhaps some sort of poison.

“We roast our own pumpkin in house. It’s sourced from a local farm that’s known for their pie pumpkins.” says Katia. Armand feels his eyes widen ever so slightly in doubt.

“Of course, you can always use canned pumpkin” she continues with the air of someone who has just suggested that he eat raw sewage.

“It appears very… orange” hazards Armand. Katia narrows her eyes at him.

“I am certain most humans love it!” He backpedals. Katia gazes at him a moment longer and then visibly moves on.

She shows him the finished pies balancing on the cooling rack. They are no less orange than the roasted pumpkin that she had shown him earlier. He had looked up pictures of pumpkin pies on the internet and hoped that they would perhaps look less orange in person. He thinks that actually, the opposite is true. At least the baked ones no longer looked like soup.

“And people enjoy these?” He asks

“Yes.” Says Katia irritatedly. “Now get out of my kitchen.”

He strolls home through the night, box of cakes wedged awkwardly under one arm. He had no idea human food was so complicated. He supposes that he hasn’t given much thought to human food in a very long time. When he was alive it was more about sustenance than pleasure. He realizes that he wants this meal to be pleasurable for Daniel, after all it will be his last Thanksgiving as a human.