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They Think I'm Pregnant - A.H
a/n: i feel like this is kind of shitty but alas here we are!
masterlist
pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it
warnings: reader is not preggers promise!, honestly the team gossiping is so lol, suggestive content per usual
wc: 1.3k
"I mean she has been kind of moody lately."
The gasp that rose in your surprise was quickly smothered as you pressed yourself against the wall, pushing into it as if that would make you invisible somehow.
"Well, interestingly enough, there has been considerable growth in her chest area. It's due to elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone, which I've noticed with her." Spencer stopped abruptly, the sound of Morgan's muffled laughter in the background. "I'm not saying I make a habit of such observations. Okay, um, don't tell Hotch I said that."
Casting a skeptical eye down your shirt, your frown deepened. Sure, your boobs had grown, but that was a testament to a little happy relationship weight, not the fodder of their theories.Â
"Nice one, kid," came Rossi's voice, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.
"Oh my gosh, guys, this is like, the best news ever! A mini-agent in the making! Can you imagine how cute she's going to be? I'm going to get her the cutest outfits!"
"Garcia, how do you know it's going to be a girl? Did the baby send you a text?"
The baby? Was rational thought absent among them? It must be. You crossed your arms defensively.
"Okay, maybe we should pump the breaks everyone. Why do we even think she's pregnant in the first place?"
JJâyour voice of reason. You could kiss the ground she walked on.
"I'm just putting two and two together. She walked out, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash that wasn't there before."
Your eyebrows drew down, and the increasing shuffle from the room prompted you to make a beeline for Hotch's office before anyone saw you snooping. But in your defense, Emily snooped first.
The moment the door clicked shut, you lunged for the blinds, bypassing any attempt at a greeting with Aaron. The blinds clattered shut, so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
"Honey, what are youâ?"
His words hung unfinished as you whirled around, pressing your pointer finger to your lips as if he were a kindergartner about to walk down the hall.
"They think I'm pregnant!" you hissed indignantly, jabbing a finger toward the door as if it were a portal to the rumor mill itself.
His face drained of color as his eyes darted from your face, down to your stomach, and finally rested on your tits. "Are you?"
You slapped his shoulder. "No!"
"Then why do they think that?"
You recounted every piece of evidence they had collected, giving special attention to Spencer's bodily hypothesis as a subtle form of retaliation.
"He said what?"
You laughed, draping your arms around his neck as you made yourself at home on his lap. He leaned back in his chair, arranging you so your legs were stretched out across his lap.
"Focus," you said desperately. "They think I'm pregnant."
"Sweetheart," he chuckled, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Does it really matter what they're assuming?"
Your lower lip jutted out, fingers threading through your hair as you mulled it over.
"You're a genius." Your arms were around him in an instant once again, leaving a big, messy kiss on his cheek as you hopped down from his lap and strode towards the door.
Who cares if that's what they think?
So, you devoted your day to your greatest talent: stirring the pot. If they were set on believing you were pregnant, why should you interfere? Better yet, why not enjoy their theories and have some fun along the way?
You pulled every trick in the book.
In the morning, you bolted from the briefing room with a hand clamped over your mouth, you later reappeared, ginger ale and crackers in tow--which you knew JJ would understand. No one said a word.
In the afternoon, you turned up your nose when Emily offered you coffee, which in turn caused her eyes to bulge out of her head, but still she said nothing.
In the evening, you staged a sudden craving for the strangest of snacks, convincing Spencer of your dire need for pickles dipped in peanut butter. You sent him on a wild goose chase for it, and he did it, no questions asked.
All of these, as some would say--childish antics, lead to a big pile of nothing because no one was brave enough to just ask you.
So now that you were all gathered around Rossi's living room, with the day's efforts in vain, you were forced to drastic measures.Â
The wine glass was mere inches from your lips when the whole lot of them were up in arms--a blabbering, spiraling mess.
Garcia, her mouth a perfect 'o' of scandalized red, was quick to wrestle it from your grasp, hoisting it just beyond reach as Morgan promptly confiscated it, placing it atop the tallest bookshelf, as if you were a child meddling with contraband.
"What are you thinking?"
"Are you crazy?"
"What are you doing?"
"Hotch, do you see this?"
Their words bombarded you all at once, a rapid-fire of overlapping sentences that was impossible to decipher. A giggle escaped you, hand instinctively rising to your lips. Sure, you had braced for a reaction, but this was beyond anything you had imagined.
You played dumb, your head canting to one side as your brows contracted. "What?"
You basked in Aaron's exasperated eye roll, his hands coming together as if in prayer while he let you revel in the moment. He was a good man.
"What do you mean what? I love you so much, but you have to be out of your mind," Garcia probed, her hands clutching on to her necklace as she looked side to side at the others.
You opened your mouth, ready to provoke her further, but Spencer beat you to it.
"Given the potential impact on blood volume and plasma osmolality, it's really not advised to drink alcohol, considering your condition," he said, fidgeting with his tie while nodding to your belly.
"What condition?"
"Oh, come on! We found your pregnancy test in the trash today!" This time it was Emily speaking, her hands on her hips as she gave you a knowing glance. She quickly muffled her exclamation. "Hold on, you've told Hotch, right? If not, I'm prepared to get on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness if necessary."
"You all are ridiculous!" you declared, rising from the couch and moving toward your abandoned wine. Aaron was quicker, offering the glass to you. "I'm not pregnant, and if you nosy nellies had bothered to ask rather than speculate, you'd know that.â
You took a large gulp of your wine. For emphasis. Your colleagues' mouth hung agape, all but Rossi, who smirked and toasted to the absurdity with his whiskey.
"You heard us?"
"Reid, let's just say, I'd appreciate if you would reserve those observational talents for the case files, not on my girlfriend's anatomy," Hotch suggested, the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric at your back as he casually sipped his scotch.
You watched Reid's complexion turn a spectrum of pink hues, his apology barely above a whisper as laughter bubbled around us.Â
"Wait so then whose pregnancy test did I find?" Emily's words caused a collective breath to catch, glances shifting suspiciously around the room.
JJ's hand shot up, laughing as Garcia barreled into her side, arms wrapping around her before she could even get the admittance out. The room buzzed with congratulatory cheers, everyone sharing hugs and kisses as JJ told the story.
Aaron chose that instant to lift his hand to his neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so gentle it turned your insides to jelly. He eased back, his breath mingling with yours as he mumbled, "you know, the idea of you pregnant...it's not something I'm opposed to."
You let out a soft giggle, nestling your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart bleeding into your ear. Your gaze drifted to your friends, toasting with raised glasses--minus JJ--with laughter and chatter filling the air.
"Is that so? Cravings, mood, boobs and all?"
You felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest, the sensation tingling against your cheek. "All of it."
Rising onto your toes, you reached up to cradle his ear, lips grazing lightly against it. "How about we head home and practice? And then if you put a ring on it, Iâll consider it.â
That was the first time you had Irish goodbye-d a party.
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congrats on 5k queen! youâre writing is so brilliant beyond belief and you deserve all the love and support this site has to offer. can i request lando+angsty smut (the best combo)âŠprompts along the lines of âi donât think im ever going to love anyone the way i love youâ//âi donât think i want to love anyone elseâ
how did it end?
ln x famous fem!reader
in which it ends, untilâŠ
i love this fic with my whole heart. thank u sm for this request, anon, and for being so absolutely for gorgeous and kind <3 kicking off the 5k celebration with a big, sad, sexy bang! lemme know what you think, hugs n kisses
songs to set the mood: how did it end? by taylor swift
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst angst angst, fluff, happy ending! exes to lovers, just. a lot going on. sad!lando, sad!everyone, so many feels, r is a big deal model, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking
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one gasp, and thenâŠ
âhow did it end?â the woman strokes your arm, soothing, tentative.
you donât know her all that well, sheâs signed to the same agency as you, you see her in the halls sometimes and sit next to her in makeup chairs.
you stare blankly at her, registering. news travels fast apparently.
you smile, small, fake, tilting your head to the side. you mumble something about different schedules, timezones, right person, wrong time. she watches your face intently, with sympathy. you want to throttle her. sheâs being kind and you despise her for it right now.
âi wonât tell anyone.â she affirms, her fingers still smoothing over the skin of your arm.
yes you will, you think. all of her friends, the rest of the building will know exactly what youâve told her by the time you get to your meeting. you donât begrudge her, though, thatâs the nature of the industry.
âwell, it was good to see you.â you nod, even go in for a quick hug, and then you speed away, beelining for the elevator. the ride is short, your managers office somewhere on the third floor and you shuffle down the corridor, ready to be informed of what your life will look like for the next three months.
fittings, shoots, paris trip.
mhm.
swimwear season, charlotte tilbury, meeting with the vogue journalist.
cool.
week off, few days in london, monaco grand prix.
no.
âwhat? no.â you splutter. out of habit, you reach for a necklace, frown when you realise itâs no longer there.
âwhat do you mean, no?â she narrows her eyes at you.
âi canât go to the race. no.â
âgirl, i love you, but did i ask?â
âyou know i canât-â
âyou wonât have to see him.â she reasons.
âbut what if i do? heâs obviously gonna be there, and the events before and after- no. no.â
âlando norris is not gonna be the end of you.â
you stifle a laugh, one that sounds more like a strangled cry.
what if he already was?
-
look who we ran into at the shops,
walking in circles like he was lost
lando stares at the shampoo.
specifically, the one you use. used. he canât be too sure anymore, he supposes.
heâd popped out for a loaf of bread, about an hour ago. he didnât want to acknowledge how long heâd been staring at the womenâs toiletries section.
you seemed to live on, everywhere. lando could see you in his apartment, the passenger seat of his car, the back of the garage. even the fucking supermarket wasnât safe. you were very much alive, moving on with life, and yet you haunted him like heâd killed you himself.
perhaps he had, in a way.
the basket grazes the outside of his leg.
thatâs the shower gel heâd buy for you, the one you only used when you stayed with him in monaco.
thereâs the tampons you asked him to buy, crying back at home on your- his bed.
oh, and thereâs the shampoo that you made him buy, the one that you told him made his curls feel extra fluffy when he was between your legs-
âlando?â a voice calls, drawing lando out of the mist.
âoh, alex. hey.â lando croaks. he hasnât noticed the lump in his throat until now. he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.
âwhat you doing, mate?â alex asks, eyebrows furrowed. he scans landoâs face, puffy eyes, watery.
âshopping.â
âfor womenâs shampoo?â
âno, no, just⊠looking.â lando stutters.
âwhen was the last time you slept?â alexâs voice is laced with concern, apprehensive. he doesnât know what to say to his heartbroken friend.
lando smiles weakly.
âiâve been sleeping.â
alex sighs.
âokay, when was the last time you slept properly, then?â
landoâs shoulders visibly sag.
âabout a month ago.â
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we hereby conduct this post-mortem
âwe canât do this anymore.â
the words fall from your lips in a whisper, but they reach him like youâve screamed them at him. he sits opposite you, in the arm chair, so far away, only a metre or so.
âi know.â lando breathes shakily.
âi donât want this butâŠâ
âyeah.â
itâs been such a good year. youâre in love. itâs not enough. thereâs too much distance, too many outsider opinions, too much longing for someone whoâs on the other side of the world.
heâll be in london. youâll be in brazil.
heâll be in australia. youâll be in amsterdam.
itâs too much.
âi love you, though.â you remind him meekly.
âdonât know how to not love you.â he sniffles.
your heart shatters, the pieces flying over the room, spilling across the floor. they mix with the splinters of his, painting the room red. all you feel is blue.
you cry in his arms when he takes you to bed, his own tears spilling over your collar bone when he buries his head in your neck, licks over the marks heâs left there. to remember me by, heâd muttered dryly.
when youâre both finished, he lays there for a moment, still on top of you. damp with sweat and tears, the taste of one another still lingering on your tongues.
âhow is it possible that i miss you already?â he pants, lips grazing just below your ear.
âi get it, lan. iâve been missing you for a while.â
youâre gone when he wakes up.
and so, a touch that was my birthright became foreign
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come one, come all
itâs happening again
the empathetic hunger descends
there are about six cameras pointed at you when he asks the dreaded question.
youâre in new york, sat on a talk show hosts sofa, lit by stage lights and his inquisitive eyes. two hundred people sit in the audience, on the edge of their seats waiting for you to spill your secrets.
âso, what happened there, with lando?â
you plaster on the fakest smile to date, crossing your legs anxiously.
âweâre both just so busy, you know? heâs doing amazing things in f1 and iâm all over the place with work.â
âwe love both of you over here, it was sad to hear.â he sympathises, adjusting his tie and leaning back in his chair. his fingers drum over the wood of his desk, waiting for more.
vultures. everyone is a vulture.
âand we still have a lot of love for each other. heâs a wonderful person.â
there are tears in your eyes and bile rising rapidly in your throat when you shake hands with the crew, the host, and retreat to your dressing room. you stumble into the en-suite and throw up. then, you fall onto the sofa and cry. you fix your makeup at godspeed and reply to the text from your team, inviting you to drinks at some rooftop bar, promising to meet them there. you punctuate the text with one too many exclamation marks, feigning excitement.
âwe still have a lot of love for each other.â
translation: i canât understand: how did it end?
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lando watches your interview. of course he does. he watches everything that you do, watches the way you set the world on fire.
he canât help himself where youâre concerned, like an addict craving the next hit. you look so pretty on tv, glowing. you look fine.
god, why do you look fine?
he hates himself for hating just how fine you look. he is not fine.
âheâs a wonderful person.â
your words ring in his ears. they anger him, because if heâs oh-so-wonderful, why arenât you here? why isnât he there with you, waiting backstage? why canât you just hate him? why canât he just hate you? maybe you will, if he shows you just how not wonderful he can be.
he gets drunk that night. forces max to hit the clubs with him. sticks his tongue down a pliant womanâs throat. doesnât ask her name. letâs her invite him back to her place. it has to be her place, he canât fuck someone else in your bed, the one you used to share. he leaves minutes after heâs pulled out. heâs sure sheâs lovely, too good for him and his bitter fucking heart. he feels utterly disgusting.
lando goes home, scrubs his skin red, and then does it again. he doesnât go to sleep, watches from his balcony as the sun begins to rise over the sea. he hikes to the highest point he can reach in monaco, where itâs quiet and thereâs no one to judge him, or worse, sympathise with him.
he stands at the edge of the cliff. screams once, twice. he sits on a rock, and lets himself cry.
the deflation of our dreaming
leaving me bereft and reeling
my beloved ghost and me
sitting in a tree
d-y-i-n-g
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your stylist is plying you with options.
you can wear the denim with the cream OR you could do the red and white? or we can go full glam! or! or! or! we could-
you drown her out. you donât give a fuck. not a single one.
what you wear to the monaco grand prix is quite literally the least of the your problems. your biggest problem, of course, is that you have to go to the fucking thing.
visibility is important, get people talking! the words of your manager ring in your ears until you have a dull migraine brewing behind your ears.
you leave the fitting not entirely sure what youâre wearing, but your stylist will be sending the clothes over so you can pack.
when you land in all too familiar nice, there are cameras. when you get to the hotel in monaco, you and lando are already trending on twitter. well, at least he knows youâre coming. when youâre getting your makeup done before your first event, you get a text.
iâll try and keep my distance.
try.
try is such an interesting word. the fact that he has to try to stay away makes your belly flutter with embarrassing, self loathing butterflies. donât try too hard, you want to respond. you donât.
shouldâve told you iâd be here you shoot back.
you think i didnât already know?
of course he knew. heâd probably asked god knows how many brands to invite you. you try and feign an illness but your team drag you kicking and screaming to the event.
-
there are no two ways about it: youâre drunk, on a tuesday night, somewhere in the principality. a few cocktails with a jewellery brand turned into a night on the town, bar hopping with people you hardly knew and barely recognised.
youâre shaking your ass in jimmyâz, pretending to have fun when you see him.
lando stands at the bar, watching you, jaw tensed, eyes solemn. you exit the club faster that his car down a back straight, stumbling into the smoking area. you bum a cigarette from a guy who tries really hard to convince you that heâs the son of a british lord, and sink into the corner, ignoring the people recording you.
depressed model shame smokes outside monaco club because she is fucking pathetic, the headlines will read.
âthought you quit that shit.â his voice washes over your body like youâve been set on fire, smooth tone, ambiguous accent making you ache.
âi did but then i got forced to come to monaco, so.â you shrug.
âforced?â
ââm here for work.â you sigh.
âi guess i am too.â he mumbles. you raise an eyebrow.
âyou live here, lan.â you tease. lan rolls off of your tongue too sweetly.
âdoesnât feel like it anymore.â
how can it, without you? he wants to scream at you. he canât, you donât deserve it.
âhow are you?â
you want to touch him.
âshit.â
he needs a taste.
âyeah.â
you put your cigarette out. it tastes like shit, half smoked.
you stand there, stare at each other.
take me home, you want to beg.
come home, he clenches his fists, trying not to grab you and remind you how youâll always be his, right here, up against the side of the club.
âgood luck, if i donât see you.â you whisper. you linger, praying that heâll beg you to stay so that you can crumble into his arms, without having to make the first move.
lando ponders his options. his head and his heart wage a war.
logic wins, unfortunately.
âthank you.â
you take that as your queue to get the fuck out of there, and disappear into the night.
-
itâs raining on sunday. the dreary weather seems to perfectly sum up what has been the worst week of your life.
youâve seen your ex boyfriend more times than you can count, ended up with about four hangovers as a result, and with a pounding head, you have to sit in the paddock club and wait for the sound of engines to split your head in half. it was your own doing, so youâd suck it up, recognising that you were a disgustingly privileged bitch, and there are people who would sell their kidneys to do what youâre complaining about.
you never complain, not usually. but your heart hurts and your body hearts and your mind hurts and itâs just not fair. lando is gorgeous, and you miss him so badly, and your shoes are digging in. who the fuck thinks itâs a good idea to wear heels to an f1 race?
you see him before the race, mouth good luck from afar. he winks. itâs something you used to do before every race. old habits die screaming.
the rain falls harder, the track slick. you say a prayer and take your seat.
ânorris has this in the bag, heâs bloody good in the wet.â you hear some old guy say behind you. you are cursed with the knowledge of just how good in the wet he is, and you end up flushed.
he wins. his second one in three races. you pray that no one notices the way you weep. everyone notices.
you make a mistake and rush for the podium, your pass giving you access. he graces the top step and you sob, grinning like a fool, soaked through with rain. the anthem plays, the champagne pops. he finds your eyes in the crowd. your hair falls, stringy and curled, mascara smudged. you are the most breathtaking sight. he stands still, washed with an onslaught of champagne, watching you like heâs scared to take his eyes off of you. his boyish grin and hopeful eyes render you weak - youâre there for him, after all - and he canât help but bask in that little fact.
dangerous territory. you break, and disappear.
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say it once again with feelingâŠ
the photographers barely get a second to snap a picture of the top three, because lando is gone. he takes the stairs two at a time, descending from the podium and throwing his pirelli cap and a shaky apology at his pr rep. the adrenaline spike makes his blood rush; he needs to find you and stop you and tell you that he will never be able to stop loving you.
the exit is the natural assumption, and he nearly slips a thousand times as he sprints through the paddock. the ground is wet, but he figures that if his car made it, so can he. the gates are in sight, and so are you, your clothes sticking to your shivering frame.
he calls your name, thunderously travelling towards you, his voice hitting your ears like a sonic boom. you freeze, turn slowly until your facing him. the rain splashes around you, not letting up.
youâre within his reach, and he pulls you in, hugging you tight. you melt into him, clinging like heâs a life force. he inhales you, your scent that heâs missed so horrifically. you crumble, and so does he, pieced back together as one.
âi canât do this, i canât.â he kisses the words into the cold skin of your neck.
âno, neither can i.â you choke wetly with emotion.
âmiss you too much. itâs too hard, itâs stupid, itâs-â
âwrong. itâs wrong. âm sorry.â your breath fans his face, breathing life into him, life that heâd lost four months ago.
he grabs your shoulders, lowering so that his eyes are level with yours. his curls fall over his eyes, sodden from the rain.
âi donât think, no, i know: iâm never gonna love anyone the way i love you.â lando speaks slow, convincing. your chest is tight.
âi donât want to love anyone else.â you croak, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.
âcome back to me.â he mutters, pleading.
âdonât think i ever left.â you breathe, hushed.
your lips slot over his easily, itâs like breathing. the kiss is messy, helpless, and he engulfs you whole, his body wrapping around yours like a blanket. you latch onto his race-suit, drawing him in, and then you both seem to remember where you are.
lando norris caught kissing ex like horny teenager in monaco paddock!
you pull away with breathless chuckle. the air is fresh, and you feel alive. he steals another peck.
âwait for me at home. iâll be quick.â his hand finds you ass, just for a second and you scold him playfully.
home.
yeah, home.
âdonât make me wait.â you grin.
his brain short circuits.
âdo you still have your key?â he splutters, refocusing.
you scoff. ânever took it off the chain.â
-
you pace the apartment, taking in the space. it hasnât changed, but itâs messier, a visual representation of lando since you left. the pit of your belly swirls with anxiety, anticipation. heâll be back soon, and heâll kiss you, make love to you, remind you that youâre home and that itâd be stupid to leave again.
youâre still damp from the rain, shedding layers until youâre left in your vest and jeans, ridiculous heels kicked off by the door, your jacket airing over the back of a chair.
he hasnât taken down the pictures of you together. he hasnât moved your ugly collection of magnets from the fridge. he hasnât changed the blinds that you chose, but he didnât really like. your candles sit on the bookshelf half burned, the teddy heâd won you at a fair sits neatly on the sofa. the L pendant and itâs chain is strewn over the coffee table, right where you left it the morning after it ended. your breathing is heavy.
the front door opens behind you.
you donât move, your eyes still fixed on the silver chain, overwhelmed by how empty your neck feels all of the sudden. he comes up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, arms finding home around your waist. you often used to find yourselves in this exact position; while you brushed your teeth, made coffee. the room is deathly silent, breathing and the distant buzz of post race festivities the only thing you can hear. lando follows your gaze.
âkept it. knew that one day, youâd come back for it.â
âi came back for you.â
âand that necklace will stay with you when i canât be there.â
you nod. he kisses your neck.
âmissed you so bad.â you gasp. he licks your skin, bites down softly.
you spin in his arms, his hands pawing at your hips and everything blurs when he kisses you.
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shaky fingers work over zippers, buttons, clasps, and then youâre both bare. you sink into the mattress that you missed so much, his body moulded with yours when you both tumble into the sheets. this is messy and frantic, utterly lovestruck. the lightning strike of his touch has you keening, sweating beneath him already.
âmissed you. missed this.â
âdo something, lan.â you cry, quiet against his shoulder.
âmissed my perfect girl.â he grunts, lips working your chest while his fingers leave a trail of goosebumps over your inner thigh.
âplease.â you sigh when his fingers dip between your folds, sliding over your wet flesh. his lip catches between his teeth, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you.
he thumbs at your clit, stroking over you in slow, firm swipes, and then heâs sinking a digit into you, slow and steady. your toes curl, tears pricking your eyes at the intrusion, but you donât have much of a chance to adjust, a second finger joining the first. he fucks you full, the stretch of just two fingers making you whine, one hand threading into the sheets while the other slams over your mouth. you want to hide, the pleasure rendering you a mess across the pale grey linen.
âno, let me look at you.â lando rasps, spare hand tugging at your wrist. you whine, writhing when he curls his fingers. âwhy are you hiding?â
you canât hold back the choked cry that sounds from the back of your throat, his palm bumping your clit as he grinds his fingers deep.
âgone shy on me, baby? whereâs my good girl gone?â lando coos, moving so that heâs leaning over you. the angle change sends your legs flying, kicking out at the sweet torture. ââs because you havenât been fucked right in so long, hm? canât remember how to behave?â heâs smirking down at you, scanning the changing lines of your face.
âneed it, need-â you stutter, the words dying on your tongue.
âwords, pretty girl, words.â lando encourages, false sympathy dripping from his tongue.
âneed to cum, want you to make meâŠâ you trail off.
âwas that so hard?â he tuts, and everything speeds up.
the sound of him working you so sweetly makes you shake, your thighs clenching tight around his hand. the wet squelch hits your ears and you blush, cheeks coloured deep with embarrassment, awe, desperation.
your mouth drops open, screaming silently when it hits, your thighs slick. you drip down his wrist, his hand covered in your release.
âthereâs my girl.â lando sighs, diving down to kiss you hard.
you can feel the damp press of his fingers as they dig into your thighs and you squirm beneath him, finding your way into his mouth.
âfuck me.â you slur, teeth knocking with his. he swallows you whole, groaning into your mouth.
ânot so shy now, hm? been dreaming of hearing you beg for it.â lando shudders, shifting between your legs.
you can feel the press of him, thick against your cunt and you wiggle your hips, pushing to meet him halfway. the stretch burns deliciously, and you grab at his shoulders, dragging him in.
âfuck, baby.â he breathes, sinking into you slowly. âfeel like heaven.â disbelief coats his voice, like he canât reconcile that this is real; youâre back here, his, in the bed you were always supposed to share.
âitâs so good. feel so good for me, lan.â you whisper, lacing your fingers through his hair.
âlove you so much.â he kisses you like he means it, rocking into you with purpose.
âcanât believe i lived without this.â
âcanât believe youâre all mine.â
the release builds, every thrust reminding you of what you could have lost for good. there was no lack of love, in fact you were starting to wonder if you had loved each other too much before.
ânever losing you again. canât live without you. my beautiful girl.â
your tummy grows tight, and he finds your clit when he feels you clamp down on him. he pulls you through the pleasure, guides you to your orgasm and you blindly follow him. youâd follow him anywhere, you decide.
you tell him you love him when you let go, spilling all around him, warm. heâs panting, kisses your forehead gently. he rolls off of you, and you feel the slow drip instantly, but you curl into his side and he wraps around you.
home.
âpromise me something.â he whispers. you feel the way he shakily inhales.
âhm?â
âdonât leave again. you belong here, too. with me.â
your eyes are watery.
âiâm staying. âm yours.â
âabout thatâŠâ
lando springs from the bed, naked, disappearing from the room. you watch, confused, cold all of the sudden.
you can hear his footsteps padding through the hallway, and then heâs back, his figure in the hallway. he runs, jumps, lands gracelessly next to you. endeared, you laugh softly.
âsit up.â
you do, leaning up to sit next to him. his fingers skim your shoulder, pushing your hair out of the way. cool metal dances over your skin.
âback where it belongs.â lando smiles at you, eyes wide and stunning.
you toy with the L. something heals in your chest, right around where your heart is.
âthe sweetest boy.â you shake your head in disbelief, grin up at him like a fool.
âbath?â
âyou know me so well, noz.â
come one, come all
itâs happening again
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oh, my heart. there is something deeply wrong with me
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Hello writer , hope you are doing well
Missing my little star pollito , so a prompt for her pollito with mapi / barca team in team bonding night at mapi and ingrid apartment "move, you're on my side of the couch."
part of the pollito universe and also a little collab with @woso-dreamzzz OC 'mignon' because i got a few asks for it! my side II barça femeni
you perked up as alexia parked in mapi and ingrid's complex, but before you could even touch the door handle you heard the locks click and groaned, collapsing back into your seat.
"now you two-" alexia began an infamous lecture, your french counterpart sat in the front seat after winning the fight for it even though she fought dirty and hid your phone so she could sneak out to the car first.
"-will be on our very best behaviour, we promise." mignon piped up with a charming smile, alexia glancing backward to look at you and narrowing her eyes at the near identical look on your face as you nodded your enthusastic agreement.
"we ran all of our energy out at training capi." you paused to fake an overly dramatic yawn, stretching your arms backward and exhaling making mignon snicker and alexia hum through pursed lips.
"pollito did anyway after all those extra laps." the girl smirked as your smile dropped and you leaned forward to try and smack her, alexia catching your wrist easily in her hand with a fierce glare.
"this is what i mean! pareja de idiotas." alexia warned as you pulled your wrist away, sneakily using your other hand to dart through the small gap between the door and the chair to pinch your best friends hips as she jolted as if shocked by lightning.
"pollito!" alexia sighed, rubbing her face with her hands as you sheltered your body from the two arms flailing about trying to grab at you.
"oye why do you not stop her! first she is allowed to live by herself and i am not, and now she can hit me but i cannot hit her?" you accused, hissing as the french girl landed a sharp smack on your shin and cursing at her in spanish.
"we are not having this argument again. out! both of you." alexia raised her voice as the pair of you started to bicker, the locks clicking once more as the two of you practically fell out of the car and alexia mumbled a prayer under her breath, locking up and hurrying after the two of you into the building.
she could finally exhale as ingrid answered the door and the two of you shot inside and made a beeline for the other younger girls on the team, the monthly team game night already in full swing as you three were the last to arrive it would seem.
ingrid gave her captain a knowing smile as she welcomed her inside with a hug, closing the door as alexia made her way around with greetings, as she always did as such a natural leader, wanting all of the newer players to feel welcome.
you and mignon on the other hand hadn't bothered, you tackling vicky into a hug which had rapidly turned into the two of you rolling about on the floor wrestling and mignon chattering away to jana.
mapi stood up and let out a piercing whistle which had everyone paying attention and some grumbling with hands over their ears, the zaragozana grinning happily at the mixed reaction she received.
announcing everyone was going to eat before any games started mapi barely finished speaking before everyone was already charging toward the kitchen where ingrid and frido had started dishing up.
not having eaten anything since training you were near ravenous, having chosen to take a well needed nap as soon as you got home, not even making it all the way to bed as you passed out on the couch and woke up to olga telling alexia off for over working you.
to be fair, you'd earned the extra laps she pushed you to do after training, you and mapi having tied everyones boots together when you arrived early before everyone else after mapi took you out for a coffee as the pair of you did every friday.
however your good food fueled mood halted as you arrived back to the couch and found mignon sat in your spot, which she clearly knew given the grin she gave you as your eyes narrowed.
"move, you're on my side of the couch." you warned firmly, cata oohing from where she sat on mignons other side as the french woman shook her head. "no, snooze you lose." she parroted as you pulled a face.
"who taught you that!" you scoffed as the girl nodded toward kika and your eyes rolled. "move, you know thats my side." you repeated again, having claimed the spot as yours from the moment you first came to visit mapi and ingrid.
"no." "déplacer!" you huffed in french now making her grin widen. "no."
"vale." you seemed to give in, sighing and moving to put your plate down on the table as if to sit on the floor, alexia catching your eye across the room and recognizing the look on your face all too well which the girl sat in your spot hadn't quite seen yet.
"pollito-" you heard the catalan call out sternly as she started toward you but it was too late as you let out a war cry and charged, cata's keeper instincts kicking in as she leapt to grab mignons plate milliseconds before you landed on her.
the thump alerted half the team to the scuffle as you managed to drag the slightly taller ex lyon player out of your spot, trying to claw your way back to reclaim it but her hand grabbed the back of your hoodie and yanked you down.
"jusqu'au français!" you hollered in french, teetering on top of mignon before you let out a squeal and she'd thrown you off, alexia's eyes wide as saucers as neither you or mignon had noticed but your head missed the corner of the coffee table by centimetres.
"hey hey capi! my house, i will handle it." mapi appeared in front of alexia who was still charging her way over, dodging and weaving between the multitude of bodies scattered across the floor.
"but-" "no no, you go sit down, eat." mapi assured, patting her best friends shoulder and waving off her concerns, alexia hovering back as the spaniard turning on heel and marched her way over to the pair of you.
you grunted as a hand grabbed the back of your neck, hauling you off of the girl you'd been rolling around with, holding you back as mapi cleared her throat and both you and mignon paused.
"if the pair of you want to fight-" you sighed, bracing yourself to be kicked out or worse embarrassed into a timeout like a nughty child, however the lecture you and mignon expected never came.
"you will do it properly. i will be the referee and keep it fair, which means no spitting, no punching, no arm bars, no biting-" alexia sighed deeply and buried her face in her hands as irene patted her back.
"-now place your bets chicas, fight starts in five! francia contra españa!"
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MADE HIS MARK
Spencer Reid x bau!reader
Synopsis: a shivery trip to a liquor cellar turned into a steamy secret between friends and a not-so-subtle reveal between a small herd of colleagues. Word Count: 5k+ WARNING: SMUT. please, please, MDNI !!! penetration (piv). unprotected sex (but fr wrap it up!!!). fingering (a lil bit). obsessed!spencer (bc why not?). ex friends with benefits to lovers. a pinch of angst if you squint. cursing. troublemaker spencer reid and reader. not proofread!! A/N: heavily influenced by the song Dress by Taylor Swift. I love me a TS song. I'm obsessed, and I saw the opportunity. Also, this is my first Spencer Reid smut fic. Be nice, and tell me what you think!
â The sharp brush of spring and little kisses from the evening air prompt you to savor the shivery feeling on your skin.
â You take a deep breath before sliding your heels off, dangling them in your hand as you trail down the maze of a hallway in Rossiâs lavish home. Your dress is now a product of a shoddy decision.Â
â All you knew was how presentable and wedding-appropriate it was, but you never realized why you would wear such a dress barely sewn for the crisp evening weather in May.
â âHiding from everyone?â
â A smile instantly layers over your painted lips before you can even raise your gaze ahead. Thereâs this tickle of warmth that sparks inside of you the moment you hear his voice. Hands shaking in an intense subconscious buzz of excitement. Thrilling.
â No other than Dr. Spencer Reid is ten feet away from you, standing lazily against the wall. His hair is messy from all the magic tricks he tore out to Jack and Henry and, funnily enough, Penelope, too.
â Bright gleam shines on your face, flashing a saccharine smile you can only muster when the receiver is him. You shake your head.
â "Are you?"
â One hand in his pocket. Spencer shyly nods, âI ran out of magic tricks, and Jack figured out one of my tricks halfway through my little show.â He explains without persuasion, staring into space with playful horrid written all over his face.
â You steal the half-full glass from his other hand, cringing at the taste of sparkling cider. âOne sip wonât kill you, you knowâŠâ You say, shoving the glass back into his hand.
â Spencer laughs, âYouâd love to see me drunk, donât you?â He quips, a sheepish smile growing with each syllable.
â âVery much so,â You nod, making a beeline to the kitchen to find some kind of beverage thatâll knock you out âtil the next day.
â He follows you like a tail. Your senses feel his warmth, his breath fanning against your exposed back. The feeling of his tall presence behind leaves your breath hitching between inhales and exhales, and youâd love more than his figure on your trail. You ache for something more than the image of him in your wake. You need him merged with your soul, his body tightly pressed against yours. You crave something harsh.
â Itâs wishful thinking.
â âWhat took you so long? Did you not notice I was gone?â He wonders.
â Or is it?
â âItâs cold out here, you know,â Spencer pouts in your peripheral.Â
â You want your lips to wipe them off, then turn them into an O.
â âAww, does pretty boy genius feel lonely?â You tease over your shoulder, tapping his chest with the back of your hand. Your brows jump, twisting on your heels to face him. âIâll be damned,â You exclaim, pushing your palm against his pec with more pressure.
â It's been so long since you touched him with more than an accidental brush of your fingertips. His body stiffens under your light squeeze. And the thirst for more slowly dries the circumference of his throat.
â âReid, whenâd you get this fit? No wonder women are all over you.â Genuine curiosity takes over, looking up at him with fluttering lashes.
â Spencer scoffs, leaning down eye to eye with you, âIâve always been hot.â He retorts with a straight face. The confidence radiates, and it does something in the pit of your stomach.
â A brief silence whooshes between your bodies, and the next thing you know, both of you are laughing âtil your cores cramp.
â You gasp for air, head against his sternum, hand still placed over his pec. âDonât ever say that in front of Morgan. He might get a stroke.â You begin walking once more, turning your back to him.Â
â âI am! Donât you agree?â You do. He banters a few feet away, keeping a safe distanceâor so help the impulsive thoughts that are whirling around his mind. A playful grin works his facial muscles out, only hoping that you didnât notice the way he takes in your scent like a bait set out for him.
â Spencer didnât even need to run to catch up with you. His strides are five times longer than yours.
â You feel a soft fabric cover your shoulders, accompanied by a heavy arm that burns your skin in pure reflexive need. âI thought you were cold?â You ask, glancing to your left, where Spencer walks beside you.
â Spencer shrugs, âRather feeling cold than you getting a cold tomorrow morning. The chances of me getting sick from being cold tonight versus you sneezing on me like a troll is 15 to 85 percent.â He replies calmly, earning a light smack from your hand.
â You roll your eyes, but your smile never travels far. It only happened once. And you both swore once was enough.
â The two of you became friends during your time in the Academy. Youâll never forget the first time you met him. The urge to shove a sock inside his yapping mouth over the repercussions of shaking someoneâs hand. Most people say the two of you are best friends. Somehow, his intelligence didnât set you apart. You tolerated his constant rambles, and he tolerated your random bursts of sass.Â
â It's more than that though. The entanglement was more than two friends. More than innocent study sessions. More than a trip to the nearest shooting range.
â As two twenty-one-year-olds who's never felt the most sensual touch before, one minute of forced proximity and all hell broke loose. What seemed so platonic was sexually intimate behind closed doors.
â However, in lieu of staying attached to the hip, the two of you went your separate ways after graduation. You went to pursue each respective interest. You both said no hard feelings. And both believed things would never work anyway, because no one was willing to put in the work.
â The two of you reconnected when you joined the BAU team almost a year ago. Meeting him once again was nerve-wracking. With unresolved fallout and nonexistent communication, it scared you a bit. But you shouldâve known Spencer Reid has always been differentâgood, different. The bond you had didnât seem too damaged. If anything, it was merely locked in a vault and became stronger than ever before. You managed to be civilâbecome friends.
â And since then, you never ran out of ways to be in each otherâs vicinity. Or he just always succeeded in keeping you interested in his antics. Or youâre just addicted to him more than youâd like to admit.
â But friends don't shake from mere self-control. Friends don't choke on breaths when the other touches them. Friends don'tâ
â âWhat percentage of alcohol will you get from Rossiâs cellar?â He curiously asks, his warmth keeping you from shivering.
â The damned dress.
â And his damned loose tie.
â You chuckle shakily, âYouâd love to see me drunk, donât you?â You mimic, throwing back the same antic he used not a few minutes ago. He rolls his eyes, and you open the door to the cellar. âI was tasked to choose the best whiskey ever made.â You announce, sinking deeper into confinement.
â âSo you lost a bet.â Spencer laughs, following behind. He shakes his head when you nod yours. âYou donât even drink whiskey.â He smirks.
â âGo back out there, then,â You shoo him away, waving your hands. âI didnât ask you to join me on my quest.â You add in a giggle, tying your hair up in a messy ponytail after setting your shoes on the table in the middle of the room.
â You donât see the way he swallows at the sight of your nape. The same way you hadn't notice his self-restraint for the past year, for the entire evening, dipping his hands in his pockets to hide his clenched fists. Because if he doesn't, they just might crave the feeling of your skin against the texture of his palm.
â âAnd what if you canât reach the best whiskey?â
â âIâm a federal agent, too, Reid. Iâm smart enough to figure that out.â
â âDoesnât change the fact that youâre similar to a hobbit.â
â The brows on your face lift over your forehead. "Excuse me?" Your mouth fall agape in disbelief, scoffing.
â Spencer shrugs, "You're excused."
â Amusement twitch the ends of your lips. "You sure you're not drunk?" Your eyes narrow, scanning him from head to toe.
â "I'm not." He defends. Scarlet skin glows underneath the soft light. Spencer averts his eyes, stealing a mouthful of a sigh from the chilly air. Okay, maybe he stole one glass of scotch from the unit chief, took a sip, and felt his body on fire, so now he's settled down for ciders the entire evening.
â You smirk, "Then, why are you being so clingy?" Arms cross over your chest. You raise a brow in question.
â Spencer rolls his eyes, silently clearing his throat. "Why not? There's no harm in hanging out with you." His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek.
â "There is when said friend is acting like a clingy boyfriend." You say, skimming through the shelves of liquor adorning the walls from ceiling to floor.
â âRight,â Spencer states blandly, finding himself a seat. âIâm just a friend. I canât act any other way. I canât even give you any affection, huh?â He deadpans, tracing the wood patterns on the table.
â Your eyebrows crease in the middle of reaching for a bottle. You slowly go up behind him and smack the back of his head without warning.
â âOw!â He hisses. âWhat was that for?â Spencer complains, face scrunching in temporary pain.
â âFor being weirder than usual.â You say, hitting his shoulder. âStop it.â You scold, finger-pointing over his chest.
â Spencer is not one to be petty. Never petty over the boys you mingle with for a short period. Never be petty over your tendencies to somehow land on the worst species of men. Since the two of you reconnected as colleagues, he's minded his business. Why now? And why the hell is your heart pounding obnoxiously?
â He theatrically rolls his eyes, âAm I wrong? Arenât I just your friend?â There is something in his tone that you can't distinguish. His face is awkward and reserved, as always, but something is different.
â You know. You just love lying to yourself.
â âWhat else are you going to be?!â Even you are surprised at the volume of your voice.
â The creak of the small open window fills the room. None of you dares to say a word. No one dares to breathe within each other's personal bubble.
â You break eye contact first, stepping away, but Spencer has other plans. His hands land on your waist, gripping the flesh to keep you between his legs.
â âThatâs a question Iâve been asking myself,â The luminescence of his eyes turns a shade darker. Chocolate hazel eyes gradients to deep earthy irises. Or it may have been the dim lighting in the room and the glass of wine in your system.
â You swallowâroughly like a ball of sandpaper rows down your throat. Fingers lace above his textured ones, wrapping over the long digits to get their bruises off your skin.
â âItâs a simple question. Thereâs no reason to dread it.â You almost stumble on your words, taking well-needed pauses to huff a small breath. You try to break his grip on you, but they donât budge one bit.Â
â The more you attempt to remove his hold, the more they tighten against the little fabric over your skin.
â Your brows knit. A sigh of defeat escapes your lips as your gaze travels back to him. âSpencer, stopââ Your spine shivers when he starts to lazily move his thumbs in slow, firm strokes.
â Spencer stands in silence, staring at you like you are a doe he preyed on. His eyes start to make your legs melt, and your heart races wildly.
â Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
â His gaze flickers over your lips, âWhy donât you answer the question for me? Since youâre so smart, it seems.â A tone of clear mockery spills from his lips. Spencer smirks under his signature smileâsmug and utterly amused by the sound of your small, hitched breaths.
â âCan you stop kidding around?â You prattle. A peel of awkward laughter shoots straight down your bones. It was all you could do to relieve the growing tension between your thighs. Or else youâd jump on him like a desperate psychopath.
â "Who says I'm kidding around?" Spencer narrows his eyes. "I never kid around." He squeezes your sides once more and grins when a soft gasp rattles out of you. He hasn't done that in so long, and the nostalgia and buzz spark something in his chest.
â Thick, airy gulp forces itself down your throat. You know why he does it. The same pattern of movements you knew so well in your younger days. The days you spent with him.
â "We can't." It is almost inaudible, but he catches it. You lightly shake your head, backing away, "I-it's notâ We can't."
â Spencer raises his brows. "What are you so afraid of?" He reads your features for a moment. The gentle touch of his gaze along your searing skin is electrifying.
â You nibble at the corner of your lip, "Let go of me, Reid." And it seems you love lying to him, too. Because you don't want him to let go. Desperate for his touch. The soft trail of his thumb. The primal clutch of his fingers, like they were claws. It was all too intoxicating to ever want him to let go.
â âAnswer the question first.â He flashes the smirk heâs been trying to hide like a villain, exposing his true colors. âI dare you.â Spencer challenges.
â âYou know the answer.â Your chest feels like exploding.
â âSay it out loud, then.â
â âWhy should I?â
â âBecause weâre not leaving this position until you do.â His voice sparks fire in your core. Spencer doesnât let his eyes stray from your moving lips. If anything, he makes a point that he is, in fact, staring at them like a starving lion, ready to pounce at any given moment.
â Oh.
â Well, isn't he such a sweetheart to feed you just what you crave? You don't know where it comes from, nor do you care, but there's at least four liquid cubic centimeters of boldness that flows through your veins.
â Your laughter echoes in the cellar. âPlease, or what?â You relax in his hold, convinced that he's just the same lanky guy you've always known. âYou going to fuck me like a slut? Not exactly your M.O., pretty boy.â You tease, playfully tapping on his shoulders.
â A low, hoarse chuckle vibrates across his chest. With lust-filled gaze and a thin, mischievous smile, Spencer shifts his eyes to look straight into yours.Â
â âExactly.â
â Your eyes grow the widest they have ever been your entire life. âWhatââ Before you can stop him, his lips are already clashing against yours.
â Spencer holds onto you as if he is falling off a cliff, and you are a branch about to snap any second. He kisses you aggressively, pulling you so tight, like he needs you glued to him.
â You try to push him, but it doesn't take long until you give in. Until you kissed back.
â You kissed him back.
â You fucking kissed Spencer back.
â The hands that recently danced on his shoulders begin to tug on the soft curls over his nape. The weight of his lips is starting to make your legs wobble.
â Every scrape of his teeth against your stinging lips feels new. It isn't what you're familiar with. Your mind recalls his gentle touches and gentle words as if you'd break if he held you too tight. But the one kissing you isn't. The slice of his tongue over your lips is primal. He's not the Spencer you once knew. He's the Spencer you've been craving, so much so that the mere thought of bruises caused by his grip has been contaminating your mind since you started in the BAU.
â His kisses deepened, warmth enveloping the two of you despite the chilly breeze inside the cellar. With breathless and plump lips, a new strike of desire courses throughout your body the longer you kiss.
â Spencer breathes you in like oxygen, starving for more, never satisfied with just one gentle breath. It's new. And you love it.
â Heaving, you and Spencer pull away, lips detaching and reattaching like magnets âtil distance is too far to push back. His lips are a darker shade of pink, swollen, and adorned with smeared lipstick. You donât doubt the effect of making out with him gives you any more leverage, imagining your lipstick thickly outlines all over the rims of your mouth.
â Judging by how Spencer stares at you like a satisfied drunken man, you presume he's loving every second more than he's prepared to admit. Most will wonder if his eagerness is merely a product of lost inhibitions. But a simple educated guess tells you that none of his actions are driven by alcohol. He's as sober as an ice cold water splashed over one's face.
â Spencer lifts you on the table, standing between your thighs. The fabric of his pants scrapes against your skin, and your aching cunt throbs at the feeling. He cups your face into his large hands, reattaching your lips once more like itâs an unforgivable sin to keep them apart.
â He pulls away after air fails him, resting his forehead over yours. âI want to be the only one who gets to fuck you like a slut, or so God help meââ Spencer closes his eyes agonizingly slow, ââNo man near you will ever see daylight again.â
â Your heart pounds against your chest, and you mentally beg Spencer to do so tooâpound against your hips like youâre banned from ever walking again. The pressure of his voice and hot breath fanning against the land of your skin is ecstatically satisfying.Â
â Spencer's hand drives up the slit of your dress, and at that moment, you know exactly why you chose to wear such an article of unfriendly clothing amidst your intolerance to the cold wind.
â You wanted him to take it off of you.
â You needed Spencer to take the dress off of you and fuck you hard.
â The tickle of his lips trailing from your jaw to the spot underneath your earlobe has your back arching almost a hundred and eighty degrees. Ever the opportunist, Spencer takes it as his chance to pull you closer, squeezing your thigh with his palm.
â You throw your head back, giving him access to more eager-to-be-touched skin. Legs wrap around his middle in utter pleasure, âSpencerâŠâ You whine breathily, eyes fluttering close at the way he holds your flesh with both hunger and caress.
â His mouth falls agape. Your voice. His name. Itâs addicting. His world stops in a millisecond, reveling in the joy of your mouth, uttering his name with the intense pleasure he provides.
â âWeâre barely starting,â Spencer whispers against your clavicle, snaking his hand under your dress to the lining of your underwear. He swipes over your clothed clit.
â You twitch under his touch. A total puppet wrapped around his finger while his literal thumb begins to toy with your clit. The pace makes you painfully and deliciously squirm.
â Spencer loves the image before him, especially the rise of your chest as he plunges a finger, then two, inside your needy cunt. Itâs the first time heâs ever heard your moans so... needy and begging and desperate and sweet and hot and something he knows youâve never reached the volume before with other men, and heâs hookedâaddicted.
â âYou have no idea what your dress did to me the whole night.â He muffles on your neck. Wet kisses echo at the touch of his lips. Spencer buries himself in your scent, one hand unzipping your dress. âNo idea how much I wanted to take it off of you.â He whispers next to your ear.
â A hum spills at the ring of his words. His kisses start to sting, and burning hues form on your skin. Spencer marks you with his tongue and teeth.
â It's euphoric. His hunger. His need. And you want nothing else but to give him whatever he wants, the same way he gives you everything you need.
â The sound of his fly distorting in the air makes your skin tingle, nipples perk, and cunt quiver. You whine when he pulls away, already missing his heat.Â
â Spencerâs eyes soften, âAre you sure you want this to continue? When we were friends with benefits things didn't workââ
â âShut up, take my dress off, and fuck me, Spencer.â You heave, or beg, or whichever fits the way you eagerly undo his tie and unbutton his shirt while kissing the soft spot on his neck, marking him yours.
â The vibration of his chuckles sent delicious throbs down to your cunt, drooling to be filled by him.
â âAren't you needyââ Spencer lifts his arms in defense, ââalright, shutting up now.â
â The cold is nowhere else but the back of your mind. You feel wetness on the peak of his boxers. Spencer's hard erection suffocates him, and you're eager to relieve him in every possible way.
â He immediately sighs when your dress droops down your waist. Spencer takes you in as if you're the most prized art in a museum. He takes every line, scars, birthmarks, or as simple as the crease of your breast into memory.Â
â âSo, so beautifulâŠâ Spencer murmurs in sheer adoration and awe. He looks up as if God has listened to his prayers as if heâs a passionate believer. Thankful to have you within his reach.
â Warmth coats you with every sweep of his hand on every curve and slope of your body. Heâs memorizing each soft plush and perfect flaw. The sentiment alone heightens your arousal like youâve been touch-starved for years.
â A yelp comes out of you when he unexpectedly spreads the wetness on your folds, touching where you need him most. âSpencer, pleaseâŠâ Itâs a plea. A begging need.
â He circles on your clit with more pressure than the first. âYou ready for me?â A vigorous nod responds to him while you bite your moans to keep them at bay.
â Spencer pulls you closer by the small of your back. Your ass is almost falling off the edge of the table. The lacey cloth stretched on the side of your entrance. He aligns his slobbering tip with your equally desperate cunt.
â Unsatisfied by your response, Spencer grabs your chin with so much force your bitten lips set free. âI need a verbal answer, sweetheart. I need to hear your voice say the words.â Heâs begging, too, aching to slam just about all of him in one push.
â The anticipation is frustrating. "I waâ" With a mere echo jumping out of your throat, Spencer takes it enough confirmation and thrusts his hips to meet yours.
â Temporary pain and electrifying pleasure cause your body to shake, followed by a pornographic moan that Spencer muffles with his hand over half of your face.
â Your mind spins around in endless bliss as his cock throbs at the pressure of your hold. Spencer doesn't move an inch, waiting for your signal.
â âPlease⊠move. Now.â Your voice is caught in the middle of your throat, dragging into a lovely gasp when he pulls back slowly.
â With the tip of his cock the sole filler inside your cunt, Spencer thrusts back so fast, so good. He keeps a steady pace that leaves both of you a moaning mess.Â
â Spencer pins your hips on the table, making sure he satisfies you with every force. He sucks a breath in, dizzy at the sight of your breast bouncing on his beat.
â Can he surpass the knowledge that other guys have seen you undone like this? Never. Will he clash heaven and hell for the sake of pleasing you? The almighty and the merciless neednât make yet another bet because they know Spencer will drag anything, anyone, to kneel before you.
â Because Spencer needs you undone like you have never been before. He craves to be the first to fuck you like it's the last thing youâll ever do.
â You're addicting. An influence he freely lets himself get sucked in. Spencer wishes he could brand himself with your name, eager to be yours. He's desperate to be called yours.
â Spencer adorns your skin with red and purple hues, beaming at the sight of his marks with every echo of his lips popping yet another possessive tattoo.
â The pleasure he gives sends you beyond time and space. Euphoric daze fogs up your brain. Vision locked inside your skull, eyes permanently rolled into sensual darkness.
â âSpenceâŠâ
â Fuck. The nickname drips perfectly off your lips. You and only you can make his cock even harder just by saying his name. He doesnât try to keep his head from spiraling into desires, desperately imagining all the ways he can own you.
â You gasp shakily, feeling the knot in your abdomen begin to tighten. One, twoâfive more strokes and you enter a void filled with sparkling stars and mind-numbing pleasure.
â Spencer doesn't stop, just as you wish, through broken moans and nails digging into the thin layer of his skin. Not a single pace slower or faster. And it is fucking blissful.
â Your moans drool off your lips, clenching around his cock. He rides your high like a limited experience that he will never get to try again. Though, you're sure thereâll be more clandestine rendezvous than you both are willing to admit. You both know this isn't the last youâll ever get a taste of him. And it is not the last time heâll crave you like oxygen.
â A hand reaches out for his nape, carding your nails at the tangles of his hair. You begin to comb between his curly strands, massaging the scalp beneath. Spencer spits out a tasteful curse dedicated to the pleasure the sensation of your touch has given him.
â âI keep up with my pill. Iâm on a good window.â You assure him, breath hitching. âFill me up, Spence.â You implore greedily, wanting nothing but all traces of him engraved inside and outside of you.
â His mouth slacks open, burying his cock in the deepest part of you. âFuck, youâre too good to me,â He hisses in utter bliss. Spencer jolts at the ecstasy that vibrates out of him, emptying himself through the depths of your walls.
â Spencer rests his forehead against yours, whispering praises like you suddenly became his goddess. His senses tingle. And he doesnât want time to continue.
â Your ragged breaths sync with his and soon turn even. Years of yearning are fulfilled in one evening. The prick of his bites floods your senses.Â
â âWhat was the question again?â You giggle out, still, a bit out of breath, breaking the silence.
â Spencer playfully rolls his eyes, zipping up the back of your dress with a kiss on your shoulder. âI basically asked, âWhat are weâ like a typical chick in a movie.ïżœïżœ
â âI canât believe you just said that.â Your sweet laughter follows while Spencer covers you once more with his jacket despite the clear indication of sweat glistening over your forehead that youâre not nearly as cold anymore. "That many?"
â Pride surges across his chest, beaming. "Like a canvas drenched with paint." He softly bites his lower lip, satisfied by the work he has done.
â You glance down, gasping at the sheath of love bites. "More like a slab of beaten up flesh." Your head lifts up to look at him in disbelief. Spencer painted every inch of your skin, no space left untouched. You don't even recognize your skin anymore.
â "Maybe this will help," He reaches on the back of your head, tugging on the band. Your hair drapes over your neck.
â "No, Reid. It does not help at all." Blinking, you slap his arm lightly, earning a shrug and a peck on your lips. He simply fastens the buttons of his jacket on you, covering everything the fabric can.
â He hunches down to pick up the tie you discarded on the floor. When he stands back up, he says, âWe can keep this between us for now while we figure things out if youâd like. But we have to agree on one thing.â He tucks in a wild strand of hair behind your ear. âIâm yours, and you donât have a choice. Sounds good?â
â You giddily smile, nodding as you dangle your weak legs over the table. âWhat about me? Canât I be yours?â You coax, fixing his tie.
â "Do you want to be? Because I'm content with just pleasing you every chance I get. I'm not in a rush."
â "Spencer," You take his face in your hands. "Do you really want to just be friends with benefits?"
â He swipes his tongue over his lower lip. "No..." Spencer squeaks under his breath.
â You nod, humming. "Good, because I don't want you like a best friend either." You flatten the crease on his shoulders.
â "So?" Spencer chases your eyes, hoping he can read your mind.
â "So, you're mine, and I'm yours. Sounds better, don't you think?"
â "Sounds great." He simpers, helping you get back on your feet.
â The two of you come back to the others with the worst whiskey in the cellar. Your hair is neat, and your lipstick is replenished. His tie sits presentably on his chest and hides the smallest purple mark on the base of his neck. Intricate measures for intricate people.
â Derek complains. Penelope agrees. Rossi objects. Hotch sips his drink with no care. Emily laughs hysterically. JJ shrugs.Â
â No one knows. Or no one cares. But the secret remain as is.
â Perks of being seen as the most platonic friends. More so than the great Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia. What they know nothing about wonât hurt them, right? And itâs not like itâll be any worse if they did.
âYet the absence of suspicion brews boredom and discontent. How come the others are suspicious enough, but not you and him? What's so dull in the air between you and Spencer that no one dares to wonder if romance ever crossed your minds?
â Spencer drags his fingers on your thigh under the table. And no one suspects why you never take off his jacket despite dancing the night away.Â
â And as the night deepens, like any other gathering, the group disperses into different areas and smaller groups.
â âSo?â JJ starts, wiggling her eyebrows.Â
â âWhat?â You chuckle into the wine in your glass.
â JJ rolls her eyes, âDid you give the photographer your number?â
â Oh, yeah. Youâd forgotten about the entire thing, glancing at the photographer who happens to have his lens on you. He smiles shyly, but you swear in your life that your shy boy is a lot more charming.
â âBecause if not, I think Willâs cousin has his eye on you, too,â JJ adds with a mischievous smile. The most supportive friend youâll have. How will she react when she finds out?
â You smile, looking far ahead at the pair of brown eyes.
â Spencer returns the smile, Hotchâs voice muffling in the background.
â âLike I said, itâs quite a little paperwork, but if you want to try things out and date, I have no problem with helping you out,â Hotch advises between sips of warm whiskey, talking about that one agent who approached Spencer at the bullpen thrice. What will he think when he finds out two of his agents are participating in fraternization?
â They have no idea. Not an inkling of doubt whatsoever.
â The naivete. It bores you and Spencer. Itâs prosaic. Itâs unglamorous.
â From one end to another, the same words echo.
â âIâll have another drink.â
â The two of you stand from each end, meeting over the table with vast choices of alcohol. You pick up a glass as Spencer stands next to you.
â âTake it off?â
â âTake it off.â
â And you went separate ways.
â JJâs eyes widen at the small hint of marks on your chest, jacket slightly drooping over your shoulder.
â Hotch doesnât say a word when he notices the hickey on Spencerâs neck when the younger agent loosens his tie and undoes one buttonâand Hotch quotesâbecause of the heat. His peripheral catches JJ, Emily, and Penelope hovering around you like a group of crows scavenging for some sort of fleshy information he thinks he knows whatâs about.
â âA simple no wouldâve suffice,â Hotch says evenly. âBut youâre still filling out paperwork. Am I clear?â
â Spencer stifles a smug smirk, looking down on his drink. âClear.â
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Age Is Just A Number
Fernando Alonso x Reader
Summary: You like Fernando but it takes a bit of convincing for you to admit it.
Warning: Dirty talk, fingering, p in v, edging , age gap (reader 21, Fernando 42)
You couldn't help as your gaze stopped on the flash of green you spotted as your eyes scanned the paddock. You were making your way down the pitlane to see your brother but instead you found yourself drifting towards the Aston Martin garage.
"Hermosa!" A voice shouted as you entered the garage, your figure always catching the eyes of the older man. He made a beeline for you as he excused himself from his strategist wrapping his arms around you and he hugged you gently. As he pulled away from you, you didn't miss the way his eyes dragged up and down your body.
"You look as gorgeous as always" You turned your head away trying to hide the blush as you saw Fernando smirk out of the corner of your eye. Before you could open your mouth to reply Fernando seemed to have more on his mind.
"I'm sure this dress would look even better on my floor though" He ended with a wink and turned to walk further into garage as his name was called. Once more you were left blushing and as you continued down the pitlane you couldn't help but think about Fernando. The way his accented words sent shivers down your spine, the way his sat that made you want to run your heads through it, how his confidence never strayed despite the clear gap in your age. That was the main reason you never pursued Fernando's obvious advances, the age gap. 21 years. Fernando never held back with his flirting, everyone knew that he was into you but you on the other hand had never admitted to feeling the same.
"Who's got you blushing?" Max's voice interrupted your thoughts, you hadn't realised that you'd even made it to the garage, let alone bump into your brother.
"Oh, uh, just a bit hot is all" You tried to lie smoothly but Max had always been able to see right through you, especially with the upscaling of Fernando's flirting recently, not even attempting to hide it from your brother.
"You've been at the Aston Martin garage haven't you?" You sigh knowing you won't be able to lie your way out of it.
"Yes, but I didn't initiate anything Max, I was barely even there for a minute" Max imitated your sigh from a moment ago shaking his head.
"He's far too old for you Y/nâ
âI know, I know Max, Iâll stay away from him moreâ You said accepting defeat as you made your way further into the RedBull garage to find a spot to watch the race from.
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With Max winning per usual you made your leave early without him knowing youâd see him after all the media and presentations were done. On your way out though you were stopped by a certain older man who called out your name as you made your way to your car. Maxâs words circled in your mind as you kept walking deciding to ignore the man behind you but he wasnât giving up. Running up to you he placed his hand on your shoulder as he stood walking next to you.
âAre you ignoring me now hermosa?â
"Simply brothers orders Alonso" Fernando lets out a laugh and you know he doesn't believe you.
"I think you just don't want to admit that you've fallen for an older man" You scoff and brush off the hand still resting on your shoulder as you both come to a stop.
"I do not like you Fernando. So please, just give up" Your words only draw the man closer to you, seeming to tower over you as a hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face.\
"Oh mi amour. Why don't you come back to my hotel room and I'll help you admit your real feelings" With the intent of his words hanging in the air Fernando turned on his heels and walked towards his car, head held high as you stared after him, your lip between your teeth.
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This is a bad idea. You told yourself as the elevator doors opened, prompting your exit. This is a very bad idea. He's 20 years older than me! You were nearing his hotel door now, even without being given a time you knew he would have been waiting since the moment he had caught up to you at the carpark. I should not be doing this. I need to go home. Max is gonna kill me. Your movements didn't match your thoughts though as you raised a fist to knock gently on the door in front of you.
Taking a deep breath as you lowered your arm you waited no more than a second before being met with the face of Fernando Alonso.
"I was wondering when you'd show up" He spoke smugly as he stepped aside allowing you to walk past him and into the room.
The door closed behind you and your body froze as you felt a hand slide to sit on your waist.
"Now, are you going to admit it or are we going to have to do this the hard way hermosa?" His breath sent a shiver down your spine as his lips brushed your lobe. When you didn't make a move to speak in the time given Fernando used the hand on your waist to spin you so you were facing him, the force making you place your hands on his chest to steady yourself.
"Hard way it is then" Wasting no more time his lips were on yours in a heated kiss. You reacting positively not able to resist the man holding you. His hands traveled from you waist to your ass and he squeezed earning a groan from you. A smirk rested on his lips at the sound and he worked on removing your dress. The zip was down before you could register and the dress was falling to a pile at your feet which you stepped out of as you pulled out of the kiss.
"I told you it would look much better on my floor" Fernando sent a wink your way as his eyes racked over your body before his hands were back on it. This time taking off your bra so he could grab the flesh of your breasts. Letting out a louder moan than the one prior you felt needy to feel him too. Hands going to remove his shirt you allowed yourselves to separate so you could pull the shirt over his head, throwing it to the ground with your dress. Next you were unbuttoning his jeans as he slid them down his legs, kicking them off his feet and bringing his hands to grab the backs of your thighs allowing him to pick you up. With your legs wrapped around his waist Fernando walked you into his bedroom, the both of you caught in a kiss as you were laid onto the bed.
âHermosaâ Fernando whispered breathlessly as he pulled himself out of the kiss to look over your exposed body. With his mouth now paying attention to your breasts you let out a moan that made Fernando snake his hands down to remove your underwear while he focused on your chest. A finger glides through your folds making you gasp as your eyes snap to Fernando's whose already staring down at you.
"Please" You practically begged, your body craving his touch.
"Are you going to admit to having feelings for me mi amour?" You hesitated but quickly shook followed by a sharp bite of your lip as Fernando thrusted two fingers into you. You weren't able to keep yourself quiet for long though as Fernando immediately set a rapid pace.
"Oh god" Your words led a string of moans as Fernando begun to decorate your neck as his spare hand settled on your breast gently pinching the hard bud. His pace was unrelenting but you wanted more.
"Please Fernando, I want you inside of me" Without saying a word Fernando removed his fingers making you whine as he took off his boxes staring down at you as his tip brushed your wet folds. Silence filled the room as the two of you stared intently at one another. A pleading look in your eyes and a determined one in his.
"You want this amour?"
"Yes. I want this, please"
"Then admit that you like me" You were hoping to get away without speaking a word about feelings to Fernando but the fire in his eyes told you that he waws not letting another move be made until he heard this confession.
"I- I like you, Fernando" Your eyes avoided his as you finally confessed the one thing you'd been trying to run from.
"See. That wasn't so hard now was it?" Before you could even think of a response Fernando entered you without warning making you throw your head back as you tried to adjust to the size of him. You weren't given much time though as Fernando sets off at a bruising pace, his hips snapping into you as he hits the right spot every time that makes you slur out words of gratitude and praise. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening quickly as Fernando only grew faster in his thrust. He was sure to hit deep inside of you, watching you take all of you and filling you up like he'd dreamt of. He wanted to make you feel good and that was exactly what he was doing. You grew closer and closer to your climax, your hands reaching to grab something, fists gripping at bedsheets.
"Tell me again hermosa. Tell me you like me" Fernando demanded, his thrusts getting sloppy as he too neared his climax.
"I like you Fernando, god I like you so much" You moaned out without hesitation. The moment the last word left your mouth Fernando leaned down to pull you into a passionate kiss as you both groaned into each others mouth, finishing together as you pulsed around him.
"Be mine?" Fernando asked through heavy breaths.
"Always"
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Would love for you to work your magic on this prompt đ @shhhsecretsideblog
Heavily pregnant and overdue, sheâs been waiting in line for over an hour to meet her favorite author. Unfortunately, the babyâs decided to arrive now. If she could just make it a little longer, she could ask her all of her burning questions about her novel and tell her how appreciative she is of her work!
(birth denial, inconvenient birth, public labor)
What an amazing prompt, your ideas never fail to inspire me!! Thanks my lovely for the ask, really hope you like it đ
[fpreg, 2500 words]
Dedicated Book Worm
The contractions had started on the bus ride into town, but she ignored them. A few twinges was nothing to worry about, certainly not today; today Ricki was going to the release and book signing of her favourite authorâs latest novel. Her stomach was bubbling with excitement and nerves. She'd been a fan of this writer for years now but had never had the opportunity to get anything signed before, let alone meet the writer in person.
Unsurprisingly it was a very popular event at the bookstore and the queue was already pouring out the doors and lacing down the street. She was glad to have gotten here so early, with only a few dozen people in front of her. The downside of arriving so early meant having to wait in line, which wasnât so great when you were over 40 weeks pregnant.
Ricki rubbed the taut skin of her stretched belly and exhaled a long quiet breath. The cramping had started to ramp up on the bus journey and she tried to dismiss them, but after standing outside for the best part of an hour she was slowly realising these pains were the real deal - consistent and definitely getting stronger. She debated texting her partner, to tell her she was having contractions, but then sheâd have to leave this event. Looking longingly through the glass window of the bookstore and seeing the rows of chairs all set up for the authorâs reading of the new book, Ricki nodded to herself, determined. She would stay. She had time to get her copy of the new book, listen to her favourite author, and get it signed before sheâd have to tell her girlfriend about the babyâs expected arrival. Labour took ages, and this baby certainly hadnât been in any hurry to be born.
The line was slow-moving when they started letting people in, everyone inching forward every few minutes. As her large belly regularly tightened, Ricki found herself holding it and swaying slightly as she waited eagerly in the queue, thinking about what she might say when she met the famous writer. Her stomach flipped with nerves but then spasmed aggressively, resulting in a soft moan slipping out her mouth as she exhaled. The person in front gave her a worried look after clocking the large and low baby bump hanging off Rickiâs hips. âThis little one is just as excited as I am to get a copy of the new book.â Ricki tried to joke and reassure the concerned looks she was getting. But her mind couldnât help noticing just how frequently her belly was cramping.
All this standing around had put a serious strain on her back, but there was something else, something new; a weighted pressure sitting deeper in her pelvis. Maybe the baby had finally got in the right position. It would be about bloody time, but they wouldnât be ruining this afternoon for her, Ricki thought to herself.
Eventually she got to the front of the line and presented her ticket for the event. Ricki would be glad to sit down, her back was killing her and the constant cramping of her heavy belly was draining all her energy. âWow, you look ready to pop.â The bookshop employee said, scanning her ticket and letting the heavily pregnant woman into the cordoned off area. Ricki managed a half-hearted smile, trying to keep her face from showing any signs of discomfort.
Despite the need to sit down, the weight and pressure between her hips was squashing her bladder and Ricki made a beeline to the toilets before the reading started. Thankfully the single unisex toilet was vacant and she disappeared inside. She used the privacy to let out the pained groans sheâd been holding in for the last hour, as her belly contracted yet again. âMnnnnghhhhâŠ. Oh why nowâŠâ Ricki moaned, palming the walls of the bathroom and shifting her hips around in large circles. âYou can wait a little bit longer. You were quite comfy in there last week on your due date.â
When the contraction faded she used the facilities, noticing quite a bit more liquid leaking into her pad, and hoped that wasnât the start of her waters breaking. Standing up from the toilet seat Ricki felt the weight quite literally drop back down in her pelvis, the head of the baby wedged harshly against her dilating cervix. âOoof!ââ she clasped her bump, taking a moment to get used to the heavy feeling and the pressure that it brought.
The hustle and bustle of the bookstore was getting louder, the sounds of excited people entering the event seeping through the bathroom door. âCome on bubs, letâs go hear all about the new book.â Ricki said to her bump before leaving the bathroom and going back into the store.
Unfortunately for Ricki the contractions were still coming and getting closer and closer, now almost impossible to stay standing. After waiting in another line to collect her copy of the latest book she had to grasp onto the counter and swallow down the grunt she so desperately wanted to make.
âMaâam, are you alright?â The girl behind the desk asked, panicked.
âMmm-hmm.â Ricki gritted and nodded her head, pulling her lips into a forced smile. âJust a c-cramp.â
She needed to sit down, and fast. The labouring woman took the first empty chair she could find in the back row and sighed a heavy breath of relief. She would be okay. She just needed to rest, yes, that was it. Her excitement was heightening everything, thatâs all. Holding her copy of the new book in one hand, she rubbed her swollen stomach with the other and prayed the pains would slow down enough to enjoy this event.
Typically there was a delay in the start time, the author had only just arrived and it would be a bit longer before the event could begin. Ricki was sweating by this point, squirming in her seat and trying to keep an even and subtle breathing rhythm. The pressure in her pelvis had suddenly built to astronomical heights and she found herself rocking and quietly humming on the chair. Her hands gripped the edges of the seat, knuckles turning white, as the waves got stronger and stronger. She tried not to clasp her bump so as not to attract unwanted attention, but god did it hurt. The contracting muscles contorting the shape of her pregnant belly was almost visible through her clothing.
She was wearing a pair of wide legged dungarees patterned with sunflowers, a thin black cotton t shirt underneath. Even through the denim like fabric Ricki could see as well as feel the way the whole sphere of her belly hardened, squishing into a solid and narrow torpedo shape over her thighs. âOoohhhhhhhâŠ.â She used the book to fan her damp and sweaty face, no doubt looking flushed in the bookstore, which was already getting steadily warmer as more and more people filled in.
Eventually the host took to the stage and introduced the special guest and Rickiâs eyes widened with glee at seeing her long time favourite author in person, standing only a few metres away. Her belly seized again in that moment, bringing forth a wave of pressure deep between her hips, and she couldnât stop the groan from escaping her lips. Thankfully her labouring sounds were swallowed by the loud round of applause. Without thought, and focussed entirely on the beloved person at the front of the crowd, Rickiâs legs widened automatically on her chair. Unconsciously finding any way to relieve the building pressure.
Then, the room was silent, the writer stood centre stage with an open copy of her latest book. Ricki was going to hear a new extract, read aloud by the glorious female writer herself, and she waited like everyone else with bated breath.
As the reading began the heavily pregnant woman tried to focus, tried to give this once in a lifetime fangirl moment her undivided attention, but the pressure was getting unbearable. Every few seconds Rickiâs mind was pulled back to the baby in her womb, the feeling of the hard skull sinking deeper into her birth canal, her baby determined to be born today. She panted, as quietly as she could. The thought of attracting unwanted attention right now was mortifying, if anyone discovered she was in labourâ No, she was not going to let anyone see her struggle, or give any reason to stop this talk and pull focus from the rightful star.
She lasted about 15 minutes into the reading before it happened, something instinctual and primal tripped a warning siren in her mind. The pressure, it had built too much and now⊠oh god, now she needed to push. She really needed to push.
It was automatic, she had no control. Rickiâs body slumped slightly in her chair and gripping her book tightly with both hands her uterus contracted and squeezed andâŠpushed the baby further down. Oh fuck. Her legs were wide on the chair, encroaching into the space of her neighbours. But she couldnât close them. It felt like she was sitting on the babyâs head. Trapped in another bout of pushing Ricki sucked in a lung full of air and bore down once more. Silently as she could.
The labouring mother lost all track of what the author was saying or reading. Occasionally sheâd hear the audience laugh or âawwwâ, and she was missing everything. All that she could focus on was not giving birth right here in the bookstore. She could make it. She had to. Her girlfriend wasnât here, and her book hadnât been signed. She had to make it just a little bit longer.
With every ounce of determination she could muster, Ricky shifted herself upright and painfully pulled her legs together. God it felt like she was sitting on a bowling ball. A whimper slipped from her throat and her eyes screwed shut. The person beside her gave Ricki a concerned look. The labouring woman gritted her teeth and forced a friendly grin.
The reading eventually came to a conclusion, Ricki having succumbed to another half a dozen pushes in that time, but any progress was halted by her posture on the chair and the unforgiving fabric of her dungarees. The owners of the bookstore advised everyone to start making an orderly queue to get their books signed, gesturing to a table and lines of rope set up nearby. Ricki was so close, so close to meeting her idol. Unfortunately the baby was keen to join in.
As she stood the boulder in her pelvis pressed fiercely against the walls of her birth canal and Ricki had to grasp the chair in front of her and instinctively bear down. Oh fuck⊠she wasnât going to make it. Her primal grunt wasnât noticed through the sounds of chairs scratching the floor and numerous conversations erupting around the room. The baby was so low, dangerously low. Feeling like it was sitting just behind her lips, bulging obscenely into her wide-leg trousers.
The crowd around her moved as one, all the guests making their way to the line for autographs. She should have said something, should have excused herself, the baby was quite literally trying to come out right here in the bookstore. Instead, Ricki got caught in the sea of people and somehow ended up in line and surrounded by excited people waiting for autographs.
Just a little bit longer bubs⊠please. She pleaded with the swell of her belly cradled in her palms. Sweat was dripping down her neck beneath her long hair, her black t-shirt sodden with the exhaustion of her labour. How Ricki managed to stay standing she did not know. Oddly the pain in her hips was easier to manage when upright but gravity was making the pressure unbearable. Whenever a contraction hit she was forced to give in, to bear down with the squeezing muscles, knees bendy subtly and her mouth clamping shut.
They were productive pushes⊠she was sure of that fact. The babyâs head was slowly but surely spreading her open, her gait unnaturally wide as the baby inched further into the world while she stood and waited in line. Oh god, justâ just wait.
This queue moved faster than the one before and Ricki was shuffled forward every few seconds. The author was there, within metres, hair perfectly curled and wearing a flawless outfit. The mum-to-be looked around nervously, realising how stuck in the crowd she had gotten - the only clear way out was forward. Two people, there were just two people in front of her. She had to meet her idol, she couldnât walk away now, not when she was this close.
Maybe she could time her pushes, was there enough time between them to say Hi, big fan, please sign my book before she had to push again? One person in front now. So close.
Another contraction, oh fuck, and Ricki widened her legs slightly, bending knees ever so subtly and bearing down. The crown in her underwear was getting bigger. It burnt, bringing tears to her eyes. The head was coming out!
âItâs an emotional time isnât it? Meeting someone youâve admired for so long.â The person next to her said, bouncing on their toes and excitedly watching the writer sign another book. Ricki couldnât reply, couldnât even nod, as her body fully committed to pushing out her baby and bringing it almost to a full crown.
Next. Ricki was next in line. Fuck, what was she gonna do? Before she could form any cohesive thought someone was ushering her forwards towards the desk, towards the friendly smiling face of her idol. The womanâs hand stretched out, ready to take Rickiâs copy of the book to sign.
âWho shall I make it out to?â The author asked kindly, despite having said it numerous times over.
âR-Ricki⊠w-with an âiââŠ. OooohhhhâŠ.â She stuttered, trying to hold back the groan. Her hands were clasped beneath her contracting belly, every muscle tense and trembling as she fought to hold herself together.
âAre you alright my dear?â The writer asked, staring too long at Rickiâs swollen stomach and the way her fingers were gripped at the fabric of her clothing, knuckles thin and white.
ââŠ.noâŠ..â Ricki admitted. âOoooohhhhhâŠ.â The next wave of pressure suddenly hit her like a steam train and any previous plans shot straight out the window. She had to pushâŠ. She had to bear down right nowâŠ. this second. The burning, the stretching, it was all too much, she had to get this baby outâ
âMmmnnghhhhh!!!!!!!â Grabbing the edge of the desk Ricki bent her knees and dipped her hips as she pushed ferociously, bringing the baby beyond a crown, shoving it past her lips and almost birthing the head in one go.
âOh my goodness, you poor dear. Someone call an ambulance! This woman is giving birth.â The author said, jumping to her feet and rushing around the desk. âWhat are you doing here in your condition?â The kind words were accompanied by the writer rubbing her back and holding her hand.
âI justâ I just really wanted to meet y-you.â
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â Law with the 1° genre, prompt (l.) âš
Law is a character I have a lot of fun writing, even though I've never actually seen him on screen (I think I've consumed the anime in the weirdest way possible). Just love him. I also love this trope
This ended up being kind of long
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Content/Warnings: Law/GN!Reader, fluff, one bed, suggestive, friends to lovers, getting together, first kiss, Law has a nightmare
You were a Heart Pirate, a friend to your Captain and all your crewmates. You loved sailing, and being a pirate, you loved the Polar Tang and having one of the healthiest crews on the sea. You also loved Captain Trafalgar Law. You didn't mean to end up in this position, and yet here you were, with a huge crush on the one guy who was totally off limits. Probably anyway, you hadn't exactly asked where he stood on the entire thing.
You hopped onto the dock of the island you'd arrived at, planning to spend a few days on land. You needed to stock up, and Law was on a mission for information. That meant staying away from the Polar Tang for a while. A couple of crew members remained inside the sub, and once everyone was out, sailed away to keep it out of few. It was late, and pitch black, which would hopefully mean nobody would suspect you were pirates.
Since it was late, everyone was headed to the two inns on the island, splitting between them to increase chances of finding the information that you wanted.
When you arrived at the inn with Law, Bepo, Shachi and Ikkaku, Law set about getting rooms for everyone. You stepped in beside him at the front desk, stood shoulder to shoulder, while Bepo, Shachi and Ikkaku stood behind you both, rubbing their eyes and yawning, their exhaustion clear.
Law took the three keys you'd been given, two rooms to be shared and one solo room.
"Bepo snores! He can go on his own." Shachi protested, taking one of the keys for himself.
"I do not! .. Do I?" Bepo asked, taking another key for himself.
"Sorry big guy.. I'll get in with you Shachi." Ikkaku said, leaning heavily against her friend and nearly knocking him over.
"Looks like I'm with you then, Cap." You said, and you certainly weren't unhappy with that arrangement.
Bepo found his room first, heading in and locking the door behind himself. Then Shachi and Ikkaku found theirs, and headed inside with softly mumbled 'goodnight's. You and Law were last, and he headed in first, making a beeline for the bathroom. You closed the door behind yourself and locked it, setting the room key on a side table.
You ventured deeper into the room, only for your heart to drop when you made a key discovery: there was only one bed. Bepo had taken the wrong key, and gotten one of the rooms with twin beds. At least the bed was a double, silver linings you guess.
Law shuffled out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing just sleep pants, and no shirt. He had been about to say something to you when he saw exactly what you had.
"Shit." He muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. There was no sofa in the room, and you'd not really brought anything with you to sleep on if you were going to sleep on the floor. The bed was, realistically, the only option.
"Yeah." You mumbled in agreement.
"Bepo falls right asleep too, we couldn't get him to swap if we tried." You could only nod. It was true. You'd considered that already.
"Guess we're sharing." You said, finally walking away from the bed to use the bathroom for yourself. Suddenly worried about your hygiene, you decided to take a quick shower, careful not to get your hair wet. You got out, brushed your teeth and dried off before changing into your sleep clothes. You couldn't put off the inevitable any longer though, so you stepped out of the bathroom to find Law just sitting on the bed, polishing his sword.
You put your clothes from the day into your bag, and went to sit on the other side of the bed to Law, assuming that was where you'd be sleeping. You untucked the duvet from beneath the mattress, fluffed the pillow, and silently lay down. Law set aside his sword, and did the same on his own side of the bed, still distinctly lacking a shirt. Fuck.
You lay facing the wall, away from Law, your heart beating rapidly. You didn't dare turn to see what he was doing himself, just closing your eyes. Thankfully, you were exhausted, and so you didn't lay awake and anxious for long.
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When you woke the next morning, after some particularly tantalising dreams about the man sleeping beside you, you opened your eyes to discover the man in question was now facing you, and you were facing him. His lips were slightly parted, and he looked.. peaceful. You couldn't help admiring the sight, even if it felt wrong to watch him sleep. You'd thankfully not woken up cuddling, like some sort of cliche, so eventually you managed to convince yourself to get up and head to the bathroom.
You washed your face in cold water, calming yourself down after your dreams, and waking up beside the man who'd been in your fantasises in months. You took a few deep breaths before returning to the room feeling more steady than before, to find Law still asleep. Should you wake him? He looked so peaceful, and he was always so exhausted. You were sure everything would be fine, you'd wake him before noon, or if the crew came knocking.
Slowly, carefully, you collected a book from your bag and returned to the bed, not wanting to wake Law. You slipped beneath the sheets, and got comfortable, opening your book to where you'd left off last. You managed to read for an hour before Law began to grumble and shift. You looked at him for a moment, and when he didn't stop, you reached out to rest a hand on his arm, hoping to gently wake him.
That didn't work.
He shot up, eyes wide and breathing rapid. He struck out as if to hit you, but thankfully you were just slightly faster than him, having the advantage of having been awake for over an hour already. You gently moved his hand to rest in his lap, hesitating for a moment before you rested a hand on his back.
"Want me to take a walk and let you chill out here for a while?"
"No-" he rasped, hand reaching out again, but this time he gripped your wrist tightly, as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold on.
"Okay. I'll stay here Cap." You confirmed, but he didn't let you go. He couldn't. A few silent minutes passed where Law's breathing slowly evened out, and you patiently waited.
"We can talk about it, if you want." You offered, when he finally released you, treading carefully so you didn't unsettle him again.
"Not really." Law replied, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep from the corners. No wonder he was always so exhausted. You wanted to know what it was that'd upset him so much, but if he didn't want to tell you then you wouldn't press him.
Law got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom, cleaning up like you already had, and you took the chance to change into your day clothes so you were ready to go whenever Law wanted to set off.
He returned after a few minutes, looking more composed, but still exhausted. You wanted to help, to ease his discomfort and take away whatever was hurting him. That wasn't your place.
"I have nightmares too, sometimes." You said into the silence of the room, perched on the edge of the bed. Law paused his movements, surprised by your words, then continued digging through his bag for his stuff.
"About what I've lost, and everything I have now, and how easy it is to lose that too. Nobody is invincible." You continued, hoping it would at least help Law feel a little less alone.
"You dream about losing us?" He asked, looking toward the main door to the room rather than at you.
"Yeah, pretty regularly actually. You guys are my family, I don't know what I'd do without you." He nodded and slipped back into the bathroom to chance into his day clothes. He returned, only missing his hat, which you tossed to him for him to put on.
"Hey, you don't have to worry about losing us, you know. I won't let that happen to any of us." Law said, but his expression said everything.
"Then why do you worry about it?" You asked, and Law once again stopped stock still. You were going to give him a heart attack if you weren't careful.
There was a long pause then, longer than the others, and you watched Law open and close his mouth repeatedly, trying to find the words that he needed to defend himself, or at least something smart to say, but he kept coming up fruitless.
He walked over to sit beside you on the bed, licking his lips. His eyes remained focused on the ground as he hooked his ankle with your own, and then reached out and took your hand to lace your fingers together.
"It doesn't matter if I worry, I'm the Captain, it's my job. But I care if you worry, I don't want you losing sleep over us." He told you, voice impossibly soft, like you'd never heard it before.
"It's not your job. It's your job to trust us, and believe we can work together as a team to all stay safe. But the worry will never go away, we'll probably all always worry because of everything we've been through before we met." You replied, gently squeezing his hand. Your heart fluttered in your chest when he returned the gesture.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked suddenly, and a part of you was sure you were still dreaming. Surely he hadn't just asked that?
"What?" You asked dumbly, and Law laughed softly. He'd watched your pupils dilate, he knew you were interested, you were just stunned.
"I dreamt about you specifically. About losing you. Can I kiss you? I just.. want to be sure you're really there."
You had never been able to say no to your captain.
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16, kate martin, đ©č ? love love love your writing
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âą pairing: kate martin x fem!reader
âą prompt: âi want to hate you. but i canât. and thatâthat sucks.â
âą warnings: angst with no happy ending
awww thank u sm that means the world to me!!
You had moved to Vegas after college to have a fresh start. You had gotten a well paying job in your field and had made all new friends. It was nothing like college, which was exactly what you needed and wanted.
To not have to see Kateâs face everywhere you turned, to hear about how good she had played in a game, or being forced to go to her games even after the two of you broke up so your friends could go see Caitlin Clark shoot from the logo.
You could just live your life by focusing on your work and going out with friends at night. And now the people around you cared so much for you, even if youâve only known each other for a little amount of time, youâd consider them your closest friends.
They met you at your worst and have helped you everyday to feel better about yourself and get you out of your shell.
âYou look so sexy!â Andriana gasped as she turned you around to get a full look at your outfit. You had on a black see-through lacy top, a red bra underneath, and then a black mini skirt paired with black shoes.
âAll the girls are gonna be begging to take you home,â Olivia giggled as she ran her hands down your arms.
âThank you,â you shyly smiled, accepting their compliments, âAnd the both of you! Hottest couple of the century,â you smiled looking at them as Andrianaâs hand found itself firmly planted on Oliviaâs hip them both leaning into each other.
âOk come on letâs go!â Devon yelled as she twisted the keys around her finger, trying to shoo everyone out of the apartment.
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Yâall had been out for a couple hours and the loud music and lights were staring to get to you. Girls had came up to you and flirted but none of them were Kate.
Even after she had done you so wrong you still wanted to be under her arm, the place you found most comfort. But of course that would never happen.
You hadnât heard anything about the blonde since March Madness as you had ignored every piece of basketball media because it hurt you too much. So, when the dj announced the Las Vegas Aces were there you werenât expecting the next line to come out of his mouth, âAnd everyoneâs favorite rookie, Kate Martin!â as cheers filled your ears you felt your heart practically stop.
âY/N, are you ok?â Devon asked pulling your eyes away from the place that you had heard her name announced. âY/N.â
âYeah, Yeah, Iâm good,â you gave a tight lipped smiled, âIâm gonna go to the bathroom,â you her as you pointed to in its vicinity.
âDo you want me to go with you?â she asked, her voice still laced with concern.
âNo, itâs ok,â you nodded your head, âBe right back,â you told her before exiting the sweaty crowd of people and beelining to the bathroom.
Your eyes began to sting with the tears trying to make their way down your cheeks. It was crazy how one name could send you down this spiral.
As you made your way to the bathroom you, you failed to realize a blonde following behind you. But, when you entered the bathroom you caught a glimpse of her in the mirror standing a few feet behind you. âKate,â you said after turning around to meet her blue eyes, the ones you had originally fell in love with. âI didnât know you got drafted, congrats,â you crossed your arms over your body, suddenly aware of how exposing it was.
âIâuhâI didnât know you moved here,â her hand reached to the back of her neck, âI wasnât even sure it was you who I was following.â
âSo, whyâd you follow me?â you asked, pushing your hip against the sink.
âI donât know. I just,â she paused trying to find the right words, âI fucked up, Y/N.â
âI know,â you nodded your head biting your lip trying to keep your voice stable. Finally after all these months you were hearing what thought you wanted to hear, but now that you had it, you werenât sure if this is really what you wanted. Closure, that is, because it means it would all be over.
âI said really shitty things to youâ,â she was cut off by someone entering into the bathroom and silently apologizing for interrupting, âDo you wanna go somewhere else?â
âWe can go outside,â you told her as you pulled your phone out sending a quick text to your friends. You then followed her through the crowds until you were outside in the warm atmosphere of Las Vegas.
âI shouldnât have said those things,â you noticed the way she still played with her fingers out of nervousness, âThey werenât true. You didnât add stress to my life, like you were the only thing that didnât give me stress. I just took all of my anxiety out on you and Iâm so sorry,â she finished.
You stood quiet trying to figure out what words to say. You had been avoiding eye contact practically the whole time she was talking, just trying to soak in the sound of her voice.
âYou probably hate me,â she ran her hand through her long blonde hair.
âI donât hate you,â you shook your head finally meeting her gaze, âTrust me, I want to hate you. But I canât,â you bit the bottom of your lip trying to keep it from going into a frown and allowing the tears to spill out, âand thâthat really fucking sucks. Because you ruined my self image. I believed all those things you said,â you felt a tear fall down your cheek and immediately wiped it away. âIâve spent months trying to rebuild myself from the way you left me.â
âIâm so sorry Y/N, and I will be for the rest of my life,â she stepped closer to you, but you still kept your arms around you almost as if they acted as a barrier.
âDid you really believe all those things you said to me?â your voice broke as the tears clouded your eyes and stared to stream down your cheeks. She immediately brought you into her grasp, her hand racking through your hair.
âNo, no,â she shook her head before lying her chin on top of your head. You stood there crying into the shirt of the girl who had made you hate yourself and think that you were the problem in everything. âNone of what I said was true. I was just scared shitless and I took it out on you. I shouldâve never done that baby,â the familiar nick name slips out of her lips, and it sounds so right on her tongue that it takes all your strength to push away from her and not melt into her.
âYou canât call me that,â you stood back, wiping the tears from under your eyes, the mascara on the sides of your fingers.
Kate nodded her head, âDo you,â she started, âDo you think we will ever get back together?â she asked and you could hear the vulnerability in her voice.
âNot right now,â you shook your head, âIâm not saying never, but right now. No, I think I still need time.â
âIâll wait,â she whispered. As you went to respond your friends came out of the club and stared at the two of you.
âOk,â you nodded before walking over to them and waving a small bye to her before walking off.
Honestly it felt like a weight had been taken off your chest. You werenât being weighed down by the blonde anymore.
And you were honest about maybe trying again in the future. You would just have to see a difference in her for it to happen.
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Mr Right
So, anonymous requested this request. And not gonna lie it was hard to write in so far as making Rafael a dick but otherwise I loved writing adoring Carisi caring for pregnant reader.
Warnings: Swearing, threat of violence, angst
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You casually walked through the squad room, smiling at your fellow detectives as you made your way to Livâs office. You paused briefly as you saw them all look at each, their smiles not quite convincing. You shrugged before continuing on, thinking that they were just concerned with how you were handling the baby Drew Incident. WhichâŠfair, you probably werenât handling it as well as the others, and Rafael hadnât answered your calls or been at home when you went by his place. The two of you had been dating for around six months and you wanted to check on him and not being able to tell if he was okay was worrying you. You hoped that he had at least talked to Liv which was why you were making a beeline for her office.
âHey, Liv,â you leaned against her doorway rapping your knuckles against the glass.
âY/n,â Liv waved you in, you noticed her smile was forced as well and you could see the strain around her eyes. âCome in. I wasnât expecting you to be in today.â
âOh?â you asked tilting your head as you stepped through, closing the door before taking a seat in-front of her desk. âWhy?â
âI thought maybe you might take some time off or even request a leave of absence,â Liv sounded confused. âMaybe even talk about a transfer once you two had discussed where Rafael was moving to.â
âMoving?â you asked even more confused. âRafael, is moving?â
âHe hasnât told you?â
âWe havenât talked since his trial, he said he needed some time, and I gave that to him but when I tried to call him or go by his place there was no answer,â you could feel your heart speeding up, as a burning sensation built at the back of your throat. âRafael talked to you?â
âYes, he said he had put in his papers and was thinking of leaving,â Livâs voice turned to steel as she put together the pieces you were still missing but were slowly putting together.
âHeâŠheâs leaving, and he didnât even tell me,â your voice quivered as your vision became blurred as your eyes filled with tears. âHeâs left me.â
âI am so sorry,â Oliva stood up and moved around to you. She wrapped her arms around you holding you close to her as you cried. Your chest felt tight as you tried to get your breathing under control, but it was difficult as the buzzing in your head got louder.
âI canât believe he wouldnât even call me,â your voice was soft but measured as the buzzing in your head slowly disappeared. You could feel your body slowly starting to heat, you took in a deep breath before letting it out in a shaky exhale. Anger started to fill your veins, pushing away from Liv you started to pace, your hands running through your hair. âI mean what the fuck?! We were together six months we were even talking about moving in together, getting a place. I-if I ever see him again IâŠIâllâŠfuck!â
âYour anger is understandable,â Liv stood up watching as you paced. âTake the day, more if you need.â
You spun around to face her, your chest heaving as you tried to get control, not wanting lash out at your friend. Just as fast as the rage hit you it was gone as your body sagged as if someone cut your strings. Tears filled your eyes again as you nodded. Livâs eyes softened as she watched you switch emotions so quickly; she couldnât believe Rafael wouldnât even call you. She was going to kill him for hurting you.
âIâll get Carisis to drive you home,â Livâs voice was gentle as she reached for you again. âI donât want you driving like this.â
You just nodded, following her out like a lost puppy. Now you understood the looks the others gave you. They knew. They bloody knew. Great so everyone but you knew that Rafael left you. You braved a look at the others, and was a little surprised. Finn looked murderous; it seems Olivia had enough time to tell them that you had in fact not known that Rafael had left. Amanda looked torn between helping Finn commit a crime and comforting you. Carisi, well, Carisi looked like someone had kicked his dog as he came towards you, his jacket in hand.
âHey,â his hands started reaching for you but aborted their movement before they dropped to his side. You tried to smile at him but you were sure it came off a little more like a grimace. âCome on, letâs get you home.â Once again you followed after one of your friends like a lost little puppy.
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It had been over a month since you found out that Rafael had left you like the bastard he was. And your sadness had almost completely been replaced by rage. The others had taken to be careful not to mention his name around you. It wasnât that you would start frothing at the mouth in rage but rather you would shut down and that apparently made the others uncomfortable. Well, Carisi got more concerned then uncomfortable. He had started bringing in an insane number of baked goods and would also show up at your place with ingredients to cook dinner.
It was probably the best you had eaten in that month, or well ever apparently. Your favourite pants had gotten a little tight, actually, all of your pants had gotten tight. And that didnât make any sense, because you were throwing up randomly throughout the day, which also tended to coincide with when someone mentioned Rafael. The throwing up just made Carisi even more concerned for you, which had him making you even more food. It was a little vicious cycle. You stared down at your pants that you were currently struggling to do up. You pouted as you tried once again to get the two sides of the pants to come together, your eyes narrowed as they once again did not come close to touching.
âWhat the fuck?â you whispered frowning as tears started to fill up your eyes, chest heaving as a sob crawled up your throat. âGreat now Iâm crying. Again.â
Giving up on your pants you fell back onto your bed allowing the sobs to run their course. You couldnât wait for whatever this was to end. Hopefully, it would be soon. You couldnât take much more of this. It was ridiculous. It was worse than the ups and downs during your cycle. Wait. You bolted up into a sitting position. Your sobs stopping just as quickly as they started.
âNot possible,â you whispered, grabbing your phone and opening your calendar. The date stared at you, like some big massive joke. âNope, nope, nope.â And, yep, there are the sobs again. Flopping back onto the bed you threw the phone to the side, covering your face with both hands you sobbed harder. âMaybe if I ignore this, it will go away.â
Your little session was interrupted by a knock on your front door. Groaning you sat up, glaring down at your jeans before aiming the glare in the direction on your front door. The knock came again, dragging out another groan from you as you forced your body up tugging your shirt down as much as you could to cover your undone pants.
âIâm coming,â you called out as the knock sounded again. âDonât be so god damn impatient.â You yanked open the door, glare firm on your face even as you continued to cry.
âHey-woah, are you okay?â Carisi stood on the other side, the smile freezing on his face as it morphed into a concerned frown.
âDo I look okay?â you demanded turning away from him and walking back towards your kitchen leaving the door open for Carisi to walk through.
âI meanâŠno?â Caris seemed unsure if he should answer that question honestly. You huffed reaching to get a glass, Carisiâs eyes zeroed in on your undone pants and the swell of your stomach. His eyes slowly moved up, taking in any other changes he could see. Only to stop when he caught your eyes, your puffy, wet, red eyes that were currently glaring at him.
âCan I help you?â your voice was cold, almost seething, as you set the glass down and tried to tug your shirt back over your pants again. âI am aware that my pants canât do up at the moment, but that is no reason to look at me with judgy eyes.â You voice broke as the tears started falling again. âAnd fucking hell, can I stop crying for five minutes please?!â
âTrust me I was not looking at you with âjudgyâ eyes,â Carisi promised, arms twitching as he resisted the urge to hug you. âI was concerned. And I think I may know what is going on.â
âOf fuck off, with your knowledge because you have sisters,â you cursed. âI am notâŠI canât beâŠpregnant.â Your voice was so quiet he almost didnât hear you but it broke his heart. You sounded so scared.
âYouâve been throwing up a lot, and your body has changed,â Carisis thought better of using the phrase âgained weightâ, his sister did not appreciate it one bit. âNot to mention how youâre switching between emotions really fast. It might be a good idea to take a test. Just to be sure.â
You looked up at him, all the anger fading from your face as you heard someone else voicing the thoughts that ran through your head once you realised it had been nearly two months since your last period. Shaking your head, you closed the distance between the two of you and fell against his chest. Carisi was always an affectionate person with his friends and right now you needed his hugs and you knew he wasnât going to offer, not after the last time. Where you may have bitten his head off. Which you now at least had a theory as to why you reacted the way you did. Even if you really didnât want to entertain the idea, you knew taking a test would be the smart thing to do.
âCanâŠI mean, will you be here, when I take it?â you asked in a tone so close to broken that Carisi wanted to hunt Rafael down.
âOf course I will,â Carisi soothed, running his hand up and down your back. âIâll go out and get a test. You stay here, want me to maybe also get you some different pants?â
âYes,â you nodded, hiccupping as you refused to let him go. âBut just...stay here for a moment.â
âI wonât leave until you want me to,â Carisi promised, arms holding you tight to him.
âYou promise?â you couldnât help but ask him. You couldnât help but fear that one day everyone you cared about would decide to leave you, with absolutely no warning. âYou wonât leave?â
âNever,â Carisi pressed a kiss to the top of your head, heart finally shattering. It was then that swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to help you believe he wouldnât leave, that there were people in your life who cared about you and would never leave you. It doesnât matter what it will take, or long it will take until you believed him.
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âYou have to come out of the bathroom eventually,â Carisi called knocking against the door. âItâs been long enough, what does the test say?â
âI think the fact that I am in here having what is most definitely a panic attack should answer that!â you tried to sound angry but the sobbing and fear in your voice did not help.
âA panic-Iâm coming in,â Carisi frowned, opening the door he found you sitting on the floor against the bath tub, the test in your hands. At the look on your face, he once again found himself wanting to hunt down a man he once considered a friend. You were so pale, your chest heaving as your breath came out in rough pants, your eyes looked unfocused.
âOh, darling.â He couldnât help the pet name as he kneeled beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. His other hand carefully took the test out of your shaking hands, noting the positive result before setting it aside so he could rub your arm in comfort.
âWhat am I going to do?â you asked, voice shaking. âI canât, Iâm pregnant.â
âItâll be okay,â Carisi whispered.
âHow?! How the hell is this going to be okay?â you demanded pulling back from him, eyes blazing, panic seeming to fade as the anger at your situation hit you full force. âIâm pregnant, and the bastard of a father left without even so much as a good bye! I canât do this.â
âYes, you can,â Carisi assured you. âYou are so insanely strong, not to mention brave. You would be an amazing mother. Whatever decision you choose I will support you.â
âYou will? Why?â you asked confused.
âYouâre my friend and I care about you,â he answered, voice firm.
âRegardless of my decision?â you wanted to confirm, knowing that Carisi had his faith. âEven if I decide I donât want to keep the baby?â
âYes, it is your decision,â Carisi nodded. âBut, again, regardless, I will support you through it. Now come on we need to get off this cold floor and you need to eat something.â
âCarisi, I canât,â you whined, mood switching again. âMy pants donât fit.â
âI got you new ones remember?â he gently pulled you up off the floor, pulling out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears that had started to fall down your cheeks again as your rage ebbed away at the thought that your pants donât fit.
âOh, right,â you bit your lip as your eyes drifted up to Carisiâs face, taking in his features as he wiped away your tears. âThank you.â
âAny time,â he smiled tapping you on the nose. âI also got some ingredients for a pasta dish.â
âOoh, can we have that garlic bread you made the other week?â you asked brightening. Carisiâs food always made you happy, even if at first you thought it was making you gain weight.
âYes, of course I got ingredients to make that garlic bread,â Carisi couldnât help but laugh at not just your quick change in emotion, he was use to that, he thought it was adorable you got so excited about his food.
--
Amanda, Liv and Finn all stood around staring. Watching as Carisi handed you a container with what looked like homemade food, and he then placed a bottle of something on your desk.
âYou need to remember to be taking your vitamins,â they heard him scolding you. âThe Dr said your levels were low.â
ââŠthey tasted funny,â you pouted, hand settling a little on your stomach that had started showing.
âI know that is why I went and got some different ones, apparently they taste like orange, which I know if something you are currently craving,â
âIs Carisi smiling differently?â Amanda asked, head tilted to the side.
âYeah, he looks like y/n hung the moon,â Finn huffed.
âItâs kind of adorable,â Amanda muttered.
âShe looks happy,â Liv smiled softly. She was glad to see it, you hadnât looked so happy in months. And she was worried about what being pregnant with Rafaelâs baby would do, but apparently Carisi had it all under control.
âCarisi, never brought me home made food when I was pregnant,â Amanda complained.
âThatâs cause he wasnât in love with you,â Finn chuckled as he walked away leaving the other two to watch Carisi moon over you. It was sickeningly adorable and for Carisiâs sake Finn hoped nothing went horribly wrong between the two of you. Finn would hate to have to add a list to the names of those he would shoot on sight. It currently had one.
--
You pouted. And pouted some more. Staring up at the poor man through your lashes. Said man was trying, rather admirable, to ignore you, blue eyes looking anywhere but at you. Your eyes narrowed as you stepped closer to him, puffing out your cheeks.
âPlease?â you asked.
âNo,â Carisi sighed, rubbing his forehead.
âCarisi,â you whined. âPlease.â
âItâs nearly midnight, I am not going out to get you ice cream,â
âBut I want pickles and ice cream,â you huffed. âAnd we only have pickles and no ice creamâŠoh and sprinkles! With peanut butter, that sounds sooo good. Doesnât that sound yummy?â
âSure,â Carisi laughed, this was the fourth time in two days that you had started out wanting something only to find several things to add to it.
âSo, youâll get the stuff?â you bounced lightly on your feet, hands moving to hold your stomach. You were entering your second trimester, and the cravings were only getting stronger.
âFine, but you are coming with me,â Carisi tapped you on the nose, grinning when you scrunched it up.
âGood idea!â you nodded. âWe can get pizza as well.â
âPizza?â Carisi asked, face scrunching in confusion as he led you out of your apartment. You nodded, grabbing his hand without thinking and tugging him along.
âYes, now come on.â
--
You werenât entirely sure when your feelings for Carisi changed from friendship to wanting to always be around him. On the odd night when he wasnât at yours you missed him, when he went out into the field and you were stuck at the desk doing paperwork, you missed him. And also worried about him an insane amount. You werenât sure what you wanted to do with this change but you were happy to let things happen when they happened. And you didnât wanna read into too much but he had been spending more time with you lately, it was very rare that he wasnât over at yours or you werenât over at his. Â Like right now, the two of you had just finished an amazing dinner that Carisi had made you, and were now watching tv. You had curled up against him resting your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around your waist. You felt content in a way you hadnât for the longest of times, and you didnât want anything to change.
Just as you were reaching for the popcorn, your separate bowl that was drizzled with salt, sugar, caramel and chocolate, you felt a pressure in your stomach. You gasped sitting up hand pressed against your stomach.
âWhatâs wrong?â Caris moved with you, the arm wrapped around your waist tugging you to his side as his eyes moved between your face and your stomach, his other hand hovering over yours. âAre you in pain?â
âNo, thatâs not it,â you shook your head. âOh, oh!â you grabbed his hovering hand and placed it where yours was. âThe baby is moving.â
Carisiâs whole body felt warm as he felt the light pressure against his hand. His chin came to rest on your shoulder as he looked down at your stomach where your hands were joined together. He tried so hard to ignore the feelings that were building the longer he was around you, this wasnât suppose to be anything more than a friend helping a friend but the more he watched you bounce happily when you ate his food. Or every time you looked at him with those soft eyes, pouting at him to get your way. It was near impossible to do anything but fall for you. That small little crush of his that had started when he joined the team, that he tried to ignore when he saw you liked Rafael, came back full force about two months into helping you.
âLook at that,â he whispered, his voice directly in your ear causing a small shiver to run through your body.
âOur baby has a strong kick huh?â you asked turning your head a little, nose rubbing against his cheek.
âOur baby?â Carisi felt his brain screech to a holt. You jolted, eyes wide as your own words repeated themselves through your head. Echoing a little in Carisiâs head as well.
âWhat?â
âYou called the baby, ours,â Carisi moved his chin from your shoulder so he could look at you properly, trying hard to keep the smile from his face but there was no way to keep those blue eyes of his from shinning.
âI guess I did,â you nodded slowly licking your lips, suddenly finding it difficult to look at those eyes.
âDid you mean it?â
âIâŠI did,â you nibbled on your bottom lip, stomach fluttering. âI mean, youâve taken me to every appointment, youâve gone with me when I needed to get new clothes, you put up with every little craving I have andâŠyouâre always here for me. Just like you said.â Your hand shook as it rose to cradle his face, thumb stroking just under his eye.
âDarling,â Carisi lent into your hand, those eyes burning bright with hope. âCan I kiss you?â
âYou better,â you demanded leaning close to him.
âGladly,â Carisi chuckled as he closed the distance between the two of you.
The feel of his lips brushing yours made your heart quicken, your hand cupping his cheek moved to cup his jaw as you angled your head, moving your lips against his. His hand on your waist stroked up to hold the back of your head, lightly tangling with your hair and tugging it gently as his tongue swiped out teasingly. You gasped into the kiss when you felt a slightly stronger kick, pulling away from the kiss you looked down where Carisi was stroking your stomach.
âSomeoneâs a little excited,â you smiled, pressing a kiss against his cheek before leaning back and putting both hands against your stomach. âDo, you wanna stay the night?â
--
âI want this baby out,â you groaned lowering yourself onto the couch next to Carisi holding your shoes in your hand. âI canât put my shoes on.â
âGive em here,â Carisi rolled his eyes grabbing your shoes and kneeling in-front of you. âIt wonât be long now before you give birth.â
âThank fuck,â you rubbed your stomach giggling at Carisi when he raised an eyebrow at your comment. âHey, you try growing a baby in you, carrying it for nine months, getting cankles, craving the oddest combination of food ever, having your body change in ways you never even thought about, your back constantly hurting, and finally needing to pee every five minutes.â
âFair enough,â he focused on putting your shoes on, knowing already not to comment on anything that you just said. Last time he did, you cried. Although when you were crying about having cankles and he tried to be supportive you threw a pillow at him. So really, it was a fifty-fifty how you would respond.
âCome on, letâs go,â you held out your hands making grabbing motions at him.
âAlright, up you come,â Carisi grabbed hold of you and helped you up. You grinned up at him and took a step just before a sharp pain radiated from your stomach. You gabbed hold of it wincing in pain. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, Iâm totally fine,â you waved him off. âItâs just my stomach trying to kill me, been happening on and off for like the day.â
âWait, you said your back was hurting?â
âYeah so, Iâm carrying around a watermelon,â
âNormally, constant back pain can be a sign that you are going into labour,â Carisi said. âAnd you are getting cramps?â
âWell, Iâve gone nearly two decades with getting cramps and while those where definitely painful these are something much different and are coming closer and closer together,â
âUm, honey,â Carisi started. âI think you might be in labour.â
âWhat like three weeks early? Pfft, unlikely, my family has a history of being like either exactly nine months or like two weeks late,â you shrugged just as your felt a gush of something wet leaving you. âOn the other hand, I think you might be rightâŠmy water just broke.â
âOh shit!â Carisi started to panic. âWe donât have your hospital bag ready and we donât have our route to the hospital!â
âDominick!â you shouted lightly tapping him on the cheek. âItâll be fine. Letâs just go, we can always ask one of the others to get me some things.â
âRight, right,â he nodded. âLetâs go.â His arm automatically wrapping around your lower back to help support you as he offered his other arm for you to take as he led you carefully to the car.
--
âDom, look itâs our daughter,â you whispered breathlessly staring down in wonder at the beautiful little girl in your arms. You had been worried that she would noticeably look like Rafael but thankfully your baby girl had inherited nearly everything from you, and you hoped that it stayed that way. But it truly didnât matter. Carisi was her father in every way that counted, and every way that mattered.
âSheâs gorgeous,â Carisiâs breathed, eyes wetting with tears as he carefully reached out and gently stroked her cheek. âJust like her mother.â You rolled your eyes but couldnât wipe the smile from your face. Your eyes drifted to the bag that Olivia had brought in for you, when she came in to say hello to your beautiful baby girl, and leaving with a wink.
âSweetie, can you get something from my bag? It should be right on top,â you nodded towards it, breaking Carisiâs little mutterings that he was making towards your daughter.
âOh, sure yeah,â he nodded distractedly. You grinned down at your daughter in secret, leaning to press a kiss to her soft little forehead.
âIâve got a little surprise for your daddy,â you told her.
âUm, babe, is this? Is this what I think it is?â Carisi turned around holding a ring box in his hand, the lid opened to reveal a manâs ring. The band a gorgeous mixture of black, gold and silver intertwining with a hint of blue.
âDominick Sonny Carisi, you have been my rock for the past near nine months, bringing so much happiness and light into my life,â you started, feeling yourself getting choked up. You blinked furiously. âI fell for you without even noticing. You are the father of my daughter, and without a doubt you are the love of my life. Weâre already a family but I think we should make it official. Will you marry me?â
Carisiâs mouth was open, his eyes welling up with my tears as he stared at you, sitting there in the hospital bed holding his daughter. Looking more radiate than he had ever seen you. And all he could do was nod silently and take the ring out of the box and put it on his finger.
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Overwhelmed
Pairing:Â JJ Maybank x reader
Prompt:Â Reader has bouncing between so many things in her life that is leaving her chronically exhausted. It hasnât been too much of a problem until one afternoon. The only one that seems to notice is JJ.
Warnings:Â Near death experience
The blinding sun crinkles your eyes as you drive your way to the Chateau. Sweat beats down your entire body from the day working with your father. He is a construction worker with his own company, and you work with him during the summer for some spending money. Even though he is your father, he still has you doing all the same heavy lifting as anyone else that works for him.
Normally every summer has been fine. You also work at a local gym on Figure 8 almost every day for a few hours. Youâd work with your dad in the morning, work at the gym in the afternoon, and hangout or relax with your friends in the evening.Â
Though for some reason this summer your dad thinks any free time you have will be with him, unless youâre sleeping of course. Youâve had talks with him, and he always seems to be on the same page. That is until he starts telling you all that he needs help with and how you are going to come and help before and after the gym all week.
Luckily today ended up being a day he didnât have much for you to do. Instead of wasting another second you made a beeline for your friends before he could change his mind. You love your dad, and the extra cash, but trying to keep up with work and maintaining your social life leaves very little room to just breathe.Â
Though you find yourself struggling to try. From the constant buzz of life that has become almost normal, you find yourself getting anxious anytime you are just laying around. Even if you are with your friends. Anytime you arenât on the boat or helping with the newest endeavor of finding the gold, you feel like you should be doing something.
âHey itâs my girl!â JJ shouts from the couch on the porch. Beer in hand.
âHey babe.â You say with a smile after greeting him with a kiss. âDid you guys catch anything on the boat?â
âNot much but we did manage to save some leftovers for you,â your best friend John B offers. âItâs only been sitting out a few minutes.â
Feeling your stomach rumble, you assure him that you are hungry enough to eat it raw. Walking into the kitchen you let your smile faulter. You allow the wandering exhaustion to settle over you for a moment. Holding back the exhaustion is exhausting enough.
You feel the nice warm water wash your hands of drywall dust, paint, and sweat. Heading over to the counter you find your plate and grab a fork before rejoining the boys. Kie apparently has to work tonight since she was out all day with the boys. Though she promised to come back over after her shift at The Wreck.
You take the empty seat next to JJ, and as you do an involuntary sigh escapes your lips. As you dig into your dinner you hope that the guys havenât noticed. If they ask you if everything is okay, youâre afraid some tears of frustration and tiredness would break through. Instead you focus your attention on the food in front of you and the latest pointless debate between the boys. Before you know it, every last bite on the plate is gone.
âHey lets go back out on the HSM Pogue!â John B excitedly gets up. âSun is setting, nice night dip.â
Everyone excitedly agrees and you head into the spare bedroom to slip into your swimsuit. As you pull up your straps, completing your ensemble, there is a knock on the door. Without asking who it is, you tell them to come in. Only one person would want to come in and that is JJ. It is basically his room after all.
Closing the door behind him, JJ takes in the sight of you. The newly defined muscles on your arms and legs from the work with your dad. You canât complain about the benefit of the job. Though when his eyes meet yours all you can see is concern.
âIf youâd rather stay in and relax Iâll stay with you.â JJ offers you. An overwhelming sweep of adoration floods through your senses, but next comes the wave of anxiety. No, I canât do nothing.
âItâs okay, we can go on the boat.â Your voice upbeat and convincing of the energy you do not contain. âIâm fine.â
Even as the last two words leave your lips, tears form behind your eyes. Thankfully the room is dark, no power on the Cut from the hurricane. Unconvinced, JJ nods and heads back out with the other two. You take two deep breathes as you clear your eyes and slow your now racing heart. With a quick nod at yourself in the mirror, you make your way out to the HSM Pogue.
The sound of the waves hitting against the boat is almost enough to pull you to sleep. That and the warmth of JJâs arm around your waist. Leaning into him you find your eyes fluttering shut every few minutes. If this wasnât the first time youâd physically seen everybody in days, you would have just stayed at the Chateau with JJ.
Situating yourself, you lean toward the cooler for a cold beer. Even though you know alcohol is a narcotic it just gives you something to do than think about how tired you are. From the corner of your eye you see JJ analyzing you. Aside from a beer here and there, you arenât much of a drinker. It isnât until you send him a smile that he drops his watchful gaze and smiles back.
âThis looks like a good spot.â John B insists as he slows the boat to a stop and throws the anchor over.
The four of you jump into the cool water. The sudden alertness gifted by the water sends you through the break into the sky. Though as your body adjusts to its temperature the feeling of exhaustion returns.
JJ wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with kisses. Squealing, you try to pry him away from you but your efforts are futile. Taking your frame in his, JJ manages to throw you a few feet in the direction of Pope. Who of course fakes offence at the unseen attack. Water is thrashed around by each person until a full blown water war breaks out.
Swimming around to the boat, you take deep breathes as you watch the boys continue splashing around. You plan to hide out for a bit before climbing onto the boat and performing a cannon ball that will soak everyone. The splash to end all splashes. Not wanting to spoil the fun yet, you float on your back in the water.Â
You close your eyes and feel the cool water soak into your warm skin. The aches and pains from the dayâs work unravel from your body. Dark clouds filter behind your eyelids as the sounds around you become more muffled. You know you should get up but you canât will your body to move.Â
The water around you laps farther up your face, and within a few moments youâre completely submerged into the water. Making the mistake to breathe, a burning sensation fills your lungs and your body fights out of its own slumber. But youâve already breathed in too much water and your body is still too exhausted to propel your body toward the surface.Â
**
Looking around JJ realizes that he hasnât seen (Y/N) in a few minutes. He calls out (Y/N)âs name while circling around the boat. Giving up on swimming, JJ climbs up on the boat and surveys around the best he can in the dark.
Panic rises within JJâs chest and his breathing becomes labored. JJ knew he should have suggested harder that you two stay at the Chateau. He could tell through (Y/N)âs eyes how exhausted she truly is. Just a few nights ago he went to surprise her at home. Crawled in through her window with a big bag of snacks and drinks that will keep her up well into the night. However, the moment JJ wrapped his arms around her, (Y/N) was knocked out cold.
With his shaking hands, JJ grabs for a flashlight and shines it on the water. JJ knows he wonât be able to see anything but he canât think straight. Just before he is ready to radio for help he sees a bubble rise to his right.
Not wasting any time, JJ dives into the water. His eyes spot (Y/N) a few feet down from him, unmoving. A shot of ice cold fear radiates through his body as he fights his limbs to move him toward (Y/N). JJ wraps his arms around her waist and propels his legs to break the surface above.
âHELP!!â JJ screams to John B and Pope. âHELP!!â
The guys hear him and turn to face his panic-stricken face. Realizing that (Y/N) is in JJâs arms, the guys spring into action. John B gets onto the boat while Pope joins JJ and lifts (Y/N)âs limp body. JJ grabs onto the boat and pulls his body up and is quickly joined by Pope.
âTell me how to do CPR!â JJ frantically shouts to Pope.
âYou think I know?â
âYouâre the fucking genius,â JJ lays you flat on your back, âso help me goddammit! I canât lose her!â
âOkay okay!â Pope presses his fingers against his temple as he thinks about what to do. âChest compressions! Two sets of 30 and then mouth to mouth. Check for breathing and then start over!â
JJ places his hands over (Y/N)âs chest and begins to press up and down. His actions start off timid, afraid that he will hurt her but feverishly picks up when he sees there is no change. Lowering his mouth to (Y/N)âs, JJ breathes air past her lips and sees her chest rise and fall. JJ canât believe that only moments ago the last time he was this close the two of you were kissing, and now he is trying to breathe life into her.
I canât lose her. I canât lose her. Sheâs my everything. I canât lose herâŠ
JJ presses up and down (Y/N)âs chest to this mantra. Years ago, his mother left and his father became a raging drunk who is always on someone elseâs meds. (Y/N) made him stable, made his life feel stable. Without her, JJ is scared he will end up just like his father. (Y/N) has showed him that there is more to life than the Outer Banks. They always talked about leaving one day, buying a house, running a business, and eventually starting their own family. Right now, all those happy plans are slipping past JJâs fingertips along with (Y/N).
**
A burning rush of water flows up your throat as a coughing fit surges through your chest. Grabbing on to something nearby, you flip on your side to help expel the contents. Even as all the water leaves your system you keep coughing and feel as though you will never stop.
After what feels like forever, your coughing subsides and you feel two strong arms wrap around your torso. As you take in what happened, you feel your body begin to shake at the realization that you could have died. Tears flood your cheeks and fall against JJâs bare shoulders. Thatâs when you register that JJ is shaking as well.
âJJ,â you say as your hand holds the back of his head, âIâm okay. Itâs okay.â
JJ doesnât speak but shakes his head against your skin. His head fits in the crook of your neck and you feel him breathing in your sent. Itâs as if he doesnât believe that you are awake and breathing.
âJJ look at me.â You whisper.
Reluctantly JJâs eyes meet yours. You see his blood shot eyes and tear-stricken face. JJ leans his forehead against yours as his fingers run through your hair. A pit hits the bottom of your stomach as you think about how worried JJ was and how reckless you were.
âNext time,â JJ takes a deep breath as his voice catches, âcan we just stay at the Chateau?â
âYes, yes.â You sigh in relief.
JJ connects your lips with his. The kiss starts off soft and gentle, but JJ quickly turns it hungry and desperate. Itâs as if he needs you instead of air. In this moment you make yourself a promise that you wonât over work yourself from now on. Youâve realized that you arenât the only one that will become overwhelmed.
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STWG Daily Drabble 11/7/2023
Prompt: Unexpected conversation
Eddie didnât know what to think when Max approached him out in the field just as everyone was wrapping up their preparations for going after Vecna. Dustin had just gone off to talk to Steve about something when the, frankly intimidating, redhead made a beeline for him.Â
âHey Munson, we need to talk.â She said.Â
He was taken aback. Sure they were neighborâs and all but they didnât really know each other that well, and she was surrounded by friends here. He couldnât imagine what she would need him for, but who was he to deny the girl whoâd been cursed by Vecna himself.Â
âSure, Red. Whatâs, uh... whatâs up?â
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him an honest-to-god once over. Suddenly he felt like he was being picked apart by an adversary and being studied for weaknesses. Which was weird considering they were on the same side here. He was so confused.Â
She cleared her throat and held piercing eye contact as she hit him with her question. âWhatâs going on with you and Steve? I mean, what are your intentions?â
Eddie couldnât help but burst out laughing. There was no way she could possibly know he was gay, and obviously Steve wasnât. So it had to be some kind of joke.
Right?
One look at Maxâs face silenced him abruptly.Â
For some reason, she looked pissed. âWell thatâs about as clear an answer as I could have asked for. Is this a fucking joke to you?â
Eddie glanced around, hoping someone, anyone, would come and rescue him from the scary teenager, but everyone was busy with their own taks.Â
âWait, what do you mean? Are you serious?â He said finally.
âAs a heart attack, dickhead. I know I don't always show it, but Steve means a lot to me, okay? I donât want to see him get hurt again.â She looked off briefly in the direction sheâd come from. Where Nancy was still working on her sawed off shotgun and making sure she had enough ammunition.Â
âI don't understand.â
He really didnât.
Eddie got the Nancy thing. Heâd had a nearly front row seat to the show the night their relationship had imploded in the bathroom of Tinaâs Halloween party. He'd been dealing just across the hall and couldnât help but overhear, but he didnât know what he had to do with any of that.Â
âThe boys might all be blind but I'm not,â Max began. âI was watching you guys on the boat through the binoculars.â
Eddie raised an eyebrow.Â
âOkay fine, I was watching Steve take his shirt off through the binoculars. Sue me, have you seen him? Whatever, I saw the way you were looking at him and-â
Eddie cut her off. âMax⊠thatâs⊠you canât just say that shit, alright?â
She rolled her eyes. âIâm not trying to out you, Munson. Trust me, I donât care if youâre gay. Iâm not gonna, like, tell anybody.â
Good to know.Â
âOkay fine, good, I guess. Thanks. But, whatâs all this shit about me and Steve?â
She furrowed her brows for a moment and then something seemed to click in her head. âOh. So you are as stupid as you look.â
âHey!â
âJust calling âem how I see âem.â She shrugged.
âJesus christ, all you kids and youâre fucking tones I swear to god.â He muttered.
âLook, I'm just gonna say it. Usually I wouldn't get involved, but since no one can blame the dying girl for meddling, I- â
Eddie softened. âMax...â
He knew she didn't like sympathy, she's made that abundantly clear, but he coudn't help it. She shut it down immedietely though.
âIâm fine, just listen. Steve clearly likes you.â
âI mean, we did have a little talk in the weird freaky woods, and we definitely donât hate each other anymore, but IâŠâ
Max snorted. âSee? Stupid.â
Eddie gaped at her. âDude, what did I ever do to you?â
She pointedly ignored his outburst.Â
âLike I said. I saw the way you looked at him on the boat and then I saw the way he looked at you when you got back. Then there was that whole thing in the RV." She shuddered. "I donât know what happened in between, and I don't want to, I just want to make sure you know that if you hurt him we will all collectively kick your ass. You might be one of us now, but Steve's been there from the beginning. Heâs saved all of our lives, more than once. He deserves to be happy.â
Eddie took a deep breath. He could appreciate what she was saying, and yeah maybe he had started to develop a small crush on the guy. Anyone would after seeing him rip that demobat apart with his bare hands⊠and mouth.Â
Jesus Christ, Eddie stop thinking about his mouth!
âListen, Red. I think itâs sweet, what you're trying to do here, but I cannot stress to you how unnecessary this is. Nothing is going on between Steve and I. Even if I wanted thatâ and I'm not saying I do!â He was quick to add. âHe is literally the straightest guy I've ever seen.â
âDid he tell you that?â
âHe didn't have to.â
âThere you go again, putting people in boxes!â Max scrunched her nose in disgust. âIsnât that against your whole thing?â She asked, gesturing at the general, everything, about him.
âTechnically, yes. ButâŠâ
âBut nothing! You shouldnât assume things about people. You should talk to him.â
âThere is no way in hell I'm asking Steve Harrington if heâs gay!â
âNot that dip shit. Just, i don't know, tell him you like him!â
âWhy do I have to put myself out there?!â Eddie shouted, a touch too loud. He wasnât sure why he hadnât just denied it.
Max sighed deeply. âBecause Steve wonât. Heâs probably scared and heâll just keep flirting with you until you get the hint and I gotta be honest, I don't have a lot of faith in you on that front after this conversation. So I'm gonna need you to bite the bullet on this one.â
Eddie chewed his lip. He couldn't believe this girl actually had him considering this.Â
Was it worth the risk if she was wrong?Â
Maybe.Â
What did he have to lose it anyway if it went badly?
âOkay. Fine. If we all survive this I promise I'll talk to him. Happy?â
âEcstatic.â
And then Eddie wasnât an idiot and he didnât go after the demobats alone and he didnât die. Steve however did wind up in the hopistal, because how could he fucking not have gotten an infection with that many open wounds running around in a fucking hell dimension. Eddie sat by his bedside and one night confessed his crush. And then they kissed and lived happily ever after. The end.
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shy!lucien x bold!reader, corruption. Reader is a shameless flirt and courtier in the nightcourt. She is rhysands sister, a part of the inner circle and is tasked with keeping lucien company when he and feyre first arrive in velaris. At first she plays with him and enjoys watching him squirm when she says the nastiest most flirty things infront of everyone. But then they truly fall inlove with eachother and reader finds out heâs a virgin. She takes his virginity and claims him as hers, promising that sheâll ruin anyone else for himđ§ââïžđđ the mating bond snaps in place for themđđ
Presents
Summary: Y/n loves making the new emissary to the night court flustered. The way he blushes, the way he sputters, hell, even the way he breathes is fascinating.
But she isn't ready for her heart to decide that flirting is not enough for her.
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A/n: hey! I loved the prompt! It was so fun to write đ I also, I felt like you wanted me to write smut, but I don't write smut, so I'm sorry đ
Anyways enjoy!
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Lucien's pov.
He made a beeline towards Rhys's office in the river house. He had been relieved to find the house almost empty when he entered, knowing if the inner circle were present, the house wouldn't be so peaceful.
He was also hoping that she wasn't present in the house.
Rhysand's sister.
Y/n.
Over the months since he and Feyre had escaped the Spring Court, it was as if she had made him her target.
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The first time, he had been lounging in his room a day after he and Feyre arrived in Velaris, thinking of the events in the past few days. He was feeling guilty for leaving his friend alone, wondering if he should have stayed back and faced Tamlin's wrath. That was all he could think about since the moment he stepped foot out of the spring court.
Lucien was about to scream at the top of his lungs in frustration, and that's when she decided to waltz in.
She wore a simple tunic and some loose pants, her hair shoved haphazardly into a bun. Her eyes sparkled as she took in the room he was staying in. She hadn't even bothered to knock, and once she had surveyed the room, she simply smiled at him and then plopped down on the small couchâwhich could probably accommodate only one illyrian, wings and allâ as he watched from the bed, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Hi, I'm Y/n." She gave a tiny wave, lifting her legs to rest on one of the armrests of the tiny couch, her back resting on the other one as she draped her arm across the back of it.
He'd stared at her, dumbfounded.
"You are staring darling." She didn't even look at him, just continued getting comfortable on the couch.
He snapped his jaw shut, which he hadn't even realised was open. "IâI'm Lucien."
She grinned, finally looking at him. "I know sweets."
He wondered how to reply to that so the silence didn't become uncomfortable, his cheeks already starting to heat with embarrassment because he was caught staring. "Whyâwhy are you here?"
He groaned inwardly. That was not how he was supposed to speak. Dammit, it was practically his job to know how to converse smoothly with people. He'd been a gods damned emissary for almost half his life.
She didn't seem to mind his words though, speaking happily. "I just thought you would be bored. I came to see if you needed company."
He raised his brows. "So have you seen if I need company?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"And I deem you in need of it."
This female was certainly weird. "I don't think that's true."
"Are you trying to kick me out?"
Shit.
"Noâ"
She laughed. "Don't worry darling. I won't take it personally."
He studied her for a moment. "Why are you really here?"
"I just told you."
"So you want me to believe that you aren't here so you could spy on me for them?"
She stared at him for a moment, the edges of her beautiful lips curling ever so slightly. "There is nothing they can make me do if I don't want to. And I would never want to spy on anyone. That's the darned spymaster's job. Not mine."
"Butâ"
He stopped when he noticed that her eyes were glazed over, and after a moment she heaved an irritated sigh.
"Brother's in need of me. Have to go. But don't you trick yourself into believing that I'll let you live in peace."
She got up, walking up to him instead of going to where the door was, and he watched as she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
The heat in his cheeks turned from embarrassment to the redness of fluster. She winked at him before turning away.
"Bye. Have a good day Lucien."
Butterflies erupted in his stomach when his name rolled off her lips, and he almost forgot to reply.
"Bâbye." He spluttered.
Her eyes glittered. "You're cute."
Never in his life did he think someone would call him cute, but here he was.
Would she show up again? Or was this just some sick way of hers to pass the time?
He didn't know what to base his judgement off of, considering all he knew about the female was that she was Rhys's sister and she was as charming as he was.
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And now the war was over, and the female still showed no signs of stopping.
He grunted softly at his thoughts, how all he could think about was her, all he could wonder about was what she would say when the met next.
But he was trying to distance himself from her.
Not because he didn't like her. No, he liked her, very much so. Probably a little too much for his own good.
But she was charming, and it seemed like second nature to her to flirt with people. He was pretty sure he probably had seen her flirting with the house at some point.
And it was a given that he might fall for her, he probably already had. And he didn't want to develop any more feelings in case she was just flirting with for fun and never had any interest in him. It would hurt him, which he didn't need more of.
So he stepped carefully towards Rhys's office, making sure he was making no noise, eyeing the staircase to make sure she wasn't about to flounce down it to greet him.
The plan was simple. Go meet Rhys, hand over the reports Lucien had with him, and go back to the mortal lands before the dinner and party for tonight's solstice began and wallow in sadness because he had no one.
No one to celebrate festivals with.
No one who cared enough for him to ask if he was doing well.
He had had only a couple of friends in his life who he was in contact with till this day. Vassa, Jurian, Tamlin and Feyre.
But Tamlin was in no position to care for and look over his own needs and health, let alone Lucien's.
And Feyre had her family to look after. So he had no one who cared for him, except Jurian and Vassa.
It wasn't that he was ungrateful. He was just lonely, and he oftentimes wondered what it would feel like to know someone cared if he lived or died.
He wondered how it would feel like to have a family like the inner circle to laugh and cry with.
He wondered what it would feel like to have a love like Rhys and Feyre's, Cassian and Nesta's.
But that's all he could do. All he ever did.
Wonder.
As soon as he reached the door of the office, he heaved a relieved sigh and then pushed them open.
And then he froze when he lifted his eyes.
There she was, her legs resting on the table as she sat in her brother's chair, flipping through a book in her lap.
She looked so careless, as if the world could go to hell and she would be sitting on the throne of hell itself, eating cookies and reading one of those romance novels she adored.
She didn't seem to notice him, her eyes glued to the book. So he decided it best if he left while she was busy, not wanting to get into a conversation with her that might potentially end up with him handing over his heart to be shattered.
Whatever was left of his broken heart anyway.
He took a silent step backwards, keeping an eye on her. And he found her lips lifting in a slow smile.
"Trying to run away Lucien? Come on, I thought you would have missed me." She pouted, slowly raising her eyes to his figure.
She didn't look into his eyes though. She leisurely raked her eyes over his form.
She hummed, seemingly satisfied.
"Y/n." He tried to mutter her name with as much detachment as possible.
Because he knew if he didn't, she would know exactly how much he missed her. Her voice when she talked to him and only him, how her eyes glittered when she found him blushing to one of her teasing remarks, how she boldly said the nastiest and filthiest things and made him wonder how she would sound like when he was deepâ
No. He could not go to those moments now, he could not think of those thoughts now, because if he did, she would see how much he fucking. Missed. Her.
He had come to terms with his feelings a long time ago, knowing if he kept pushing them away, he would inevitably be hit by more feelings than he could handle all at the same time. So he had known in the budding stages of his love for her how much he truly desired her.
Lucien swallowed and decided to take a single step into the room and then another. Her eyes sparkled with happiness.
"How are you doing today Lucien?" She mumbled as he neared the desk.
"I'm good. How about you?"
"I'm perfect."
He knew she was. She was perfect and someone like him didn't deserve her.
He nodded. "Where is Rhysand?"
"Come on, you never ask me about myself these days. What's gotten into you?" She leaned back, her lower lip jutting out.
And all he could think about was how he wanted to biteâ
"He is somewhere. Hopefully not dying. He told me a few moments before you arrived to retrieve the reports from you and that he'll be here soon enough."
He groaned inwardly. Everything was going just great. His mind and heart weren't helping much either.
"Are you staying for tonight?"
He was caught off guard by the sudden change in the conversation. "No."
Her brows furrowed and she lowered her legs. "Why not?"
"I don't know... I don't want to intrudeâ"
"Bullshit. You will not be intruding. We want you here."
He smiled sadly. "Do you though? Never felt that way."
Dammit. He was saying things that were supposed to be buried in his heart.
Y/n blinked. "What do you mean? When have I ever given you the impressionâ"
"Not youâ"
But before anyone could speak another word, footsteps sounded nearby, followed by Rhysand's scent before he walked in.
"Oh hello Lucien. I hope you have the reports I asked for?"
Lucien nodded, relieved. "Yes. I have them."
"Good. Can you please move Y/n?"
She stood from Rhys's chair without ever breaking eye contact with Lucien.
"Hey Rhys, did you know that Lucien was planning on leaving after your meeting?"
Rhysand looked up at her, confused before he turned to Lucien. "Why is that Lucien? You should stay for dinner."
As soon as he said those words, he went back to rummaging in his desk drawer.
Lucien wanted to laugh. He was no kid. He knew Y/n had convinced Rhysand to say that.
He wasn't wanted here, no one except maybe Feyre and Y/n trusted or liked him. He wouldn't stay somewhere he wasn't wanted for more than necessary.
He felt a scratch on his mental walls, and he glanced at Y/n to find her staring intently at him. He opened a small window for her.
Yes?
I want you to stay. Please.
Are you sure? Lucien was still skeptical. Because if he stayed, he'll have to stand in a corner and watch the others have the time of their lives like a stranger gazing in from the window. Not to mention everyone might be uncomfortable and probably start pitying him because no one would have bought a gift for him.
Please Lucien. Stay for me.
"Yes, Lucien. Let's start the meeting. Y/n, could you pleaseâ"
"Yes." She stared at lucien for a moment, her eyes swirling with something Lucien didn't dare name, before she left the room and slipped out of his mind.
During the whole meeting, he was distracted. Wondering if he should stay or not.
By the end of the meeting, he knew what he wanted.
So he decided to stay.
Of course he did.
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Y/n's pov.
Saying she was excited would be an understatement. But at the moment, no better word came to mind as all that occupied the space in her head was him.
He had looked so good today. But he always looked that way.
Today it all felt different. She had come to terms a long time ago that what she felt for him was no matter of jest, and that she really did have feelings for him.
She didn't know why, but she'd had felt this strange pull towards him today when he first walked through the door of Rhys's office.
She continued to eye him from the corner of her eyes, her resolve hardening.
They were all seated around on the couches in the living room of the river house, talking and laughing and drinking while Lucien and Y/n sat near the window on the little loveseat. Lucien simply drank his wine and stared into the glass most of the time.
Everyone had been shocked when Lucien came in through the door and took a seat next to Y/n, Cassian and Rhys nodding to him once before turning back to their partners to continue their conversation. Feyre had just smiled and said hello to Lucien before digging into her meal.
And then during the whole dinner, everyone had ignored him, consciously or not, to make him think he wasn't welcome or not, she didn't know. Azriel, Amren and Mor even glaring or sneering at him when he wasn't looking. It pissed Y/n off so much she was ready to tear their heads off.
But there was one good thing that came out of them ignoring him. She had him all to herself for the night, and so far, she had succeeded in making him blush throughout the whole evening.
The whole time, she asked him about random things or flirted with him, but she was genuinely curious about his opinion on political and other matters. Talking to him was truly enlightening. He was a smart and intelligent guy.
Now as they sat nearby the windows, she came to a decision.
"Hey Lucien." She waited for him to look at her before continuing to practically whisper directly into his ear. "I have to show you something. Would you like to come with me?"
"Um... okay. Lead the way." He stood along with her and she led him towards the door to the foyer. But before they could leave, Rhys's voice interrupted them.
"Where are you going?"
"I was going to show him something." She answered honestly.
"Go after the presents have been opened. Come sit, we were just about to open them."
Y/n glanced at Lucien, who shrugged and stepped back into the room towards the seat they had occupied for hours. She decided to keep standing.
Everyone began opening their gifts one by one, and she could feel Lucien's discomfort coming off him in waves with each moment that passed.
Finally, everyone had opened their presents, and they turned to look at Y/n expectantly. She was the only one who hadn't opened her presents yet.
Rhysand piled all her presents near her neatly, but then the inner circle noticed that there was still a pile of presents apart from Y/n's nearby, and Cassian, being the busybody he was, stood to inspect.
"Who's are these?" He stepped closer and closer before Y/n interrupted him. He turned to look at her.
"Those are Lucien's."
Everything became silent as they stared at her.
She simply smiled and winnowed all the presents, hers and his, away to her room.
"I'll open my presents later. For now that you all have finished opening your gifts, I'll take my leave. I still do have to show him that thing." She smiled at Lucien, who gaped at her, his eyes wide.
She motioned at him to follow, and he did, after staring at her for a moment.
"Good night everyone. Happy solstice." She threw over her shoulder, already beginning to ascend the stairs before Lucien had even left the room.
He followed behind, quiet.
The two of them had just entered her room, the door closing behind him with a soft click before he caught her wrist in his hand, tugging lightly but firmly.
She glanced back, her skirts swishing around her legs as she stared up at the beautiful male. She was wearing a simple golden and white dress, which was mostly held by a ribbon on her back which was tied off in an elaborate bow.
She raised her brows, and his golden eye glanced behind her while his russet eye stayed on her. She knew what had caught his attention. The piles of gifts she had dropped near her window.
"Whatâ whose..."
She grinned softly and shrugged, letting his hand stay where it was on her wrist and tugging him towards window. "All yours. Open them."
"Are they all from you?"
She shrugged again as the two of them settled on the floor and he pulled a small gift towards him, examining him. "Yes."
"Why? Is it because I don'tâ because I would get uncomfortable? You do know that was not the reason I didn't want to stayâ"
"I do. And trust me when i say that I didn't get them for that reason. I... I've been collecting these gifts for you since after a month of meeting you. Never had the courage to give them to you. What better time to gift them than solstice?"
"Why..." His voice sounded choked off, and his eyes were filled with emotion. She put a gentle hand on his arm, smiling softly.
"Because, despite what you believe Lucien, not everyone hates you. I don't hate you. I like you, very much so." Then, in a quieter voice, she added. "I love you."
He swallowed harshly, looking at a loss for words. "I... you should use that word carefully. You shouldn't be throwing it around like its nothing."
She searched his eyesâ or eye. "Why is that so hard to believe Lucien? That someone might love you?"
He looked away, his fingers fidgeting with the box in his hands. "It just is."
She stared at him a moment longer, knowing what she was about to do would be reckless. But she didn't care.
Not as she crashed her lips against his.
Not as she heard and felt his breath hitch, as she felt his lashes closing and tickling her cheeks slightly, as he slowly kissed her back.
She didn't care that this was reckless as his hands travelled to her neck and waist, pulling her into his lap, and she went happily.
Despite being the one who begun this kiss, she immediately felt nervous. What if she had pushed herself onto him and he didn't want to kiss her?
So she pulled away just as quickly, and he looked at her with his brows furrowed.
"Is everything alright?"
"Um... I should have askedâ"
"Oh shut it." He mumbled before tugging her closer and kissing her again.
It felt like they kissed for a whole eternity, and she wanted to keep going, but the two of them needed air, ribbons needed to be unwound and the presents needed to be opened.
So she reluctantly pulled away, smiling.
"We need to open the presents." She reminded him, and he blinked as if he had forgotten.
"You want me to open them now?"
"Yes. After that, you can have me as your present too." She winked at him as his face reddened. She was about to climb off his lap, but he held her back.
"Stay there love." He whispered huskily in her ear as he began opening the presents.
She didn't move, more than happy to stay where she was.
He opened the presents with feral urgency, ripping the papers away and looking at what was inside. And despite the beastly way in which he opened them, his face was soft, as if he was shocked by each one that he opened. She put months of thoughts into them, getting the stuff that would mean the most to him.
After he was done, he shoved his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a sleek and slender box.
He simply handed it to her, jerking his chin at it. She opened it tenderly, gasping when she saw the necklace.
It was a simple one, with a simple thin chain and a teardrop pendant the size of her thumb's nail encased in a silver frame. It looked ordinary, but she knew it was no ordinary jewellery.
It was a magical one.
A few months ago, she had forced Lucien to come shopping with her, and they had gone into a shop of enchanted items. There, she had spied a pair of necklaces, which were said to be connected to each other. All you had to do was blow a little bit of your magic, no matter how insignificant, into the pendant and give it to your partner, and the pendant would turn red whenever you were in danger, alerting your partner.
She had wanted to get it, but she didn't have anyone to wear it with. So she had dragged Lucien away.
Now as she sat staring at the same necklace, she wondered if he had the other one. Sure enough, when she glanced at him, he pulled away the lapels of his tunic to show her the pendant that rested on the carved planes of his chest.
She laughed and tackled him into a hug before demanding that he put the necklace on her. He did, grinning as he clasped the necklace on her neck. He place a suggestive kiss on the back of her neck, reminding her of what she'd promised.
And Y/n always kept her promises.
"Umm... Y/n? Before we do anything, I just wanted to tell you that... Iâ I never..."
She cocked her head. "You never what Lucien?"
He glanced at her bed, and she realised.
"You've never slept with anyone?" She asked incredulously, the corners of her lips lifting.
"Don't laugh." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
"I'm not laughing, I just can't believe no one has ever lured you into their beds yet."
"You say that like it's a good thing."
"It is."
"It is?" He finally met her eyes.
"Because now I get to have you all to myself. I'll ruin everyone else for you." She swore.
And, as said before, she kept her promises.
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Y/n blinked her eyes open, finding herself cuddled into a warm body, her head resting on someone's chest.
Lucien.
He was already awake, moving his fingers through her hair. She smiled sleepily up at him, earning a chuckle in response. She felt the butterflies in their stomach flutter their wings.
Her body was running on only two hours of sleep, having stayed awake with him, but it was all so worth it.
"I should probably get going." He murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Why?"
"Rhysand will have my ass if he finds me in your bed."
"He can go to hell." She said, turning onto her back.
He laughed quietly. He turned onto his side so he was facing her, gently flicking her nose. "That would make you a bad sister."
"I don't care." She mumbled.
He grinned. "That's sad."
"Let's not talk about him now. Tell me, did you have fun last night?" She asked wickedly.
Instantly, a blush stole over his cheeks. She eyed his chest, the golden skin stretching deliciously over his taut muscles.
"You knowâ" She began, lifting her eyes back to his, but then paused. As soon as their eyes met, a resounding snap echoed through her being.
She stared and stared at this amazing male, who she never thought she would deserve, now connected to her eternally with a golden string. He stared right back, a flurry of emotions swirling through his eye. Shock, happiness, wonder, awe, lust and what not.
She tried to lightly tug on the golden string, trying to gauge his reaction.
He gasped, his hand flying to his chest. His eyes lit up with an inner fire, boring into hers, which were slowly filling with tears.
"Mate. Youâ you're my mate..." She whispered, not daring to speak louder as if it would shatter this beautiful moment.
His lips slowly lifted, a crease appearing in his cheek. "Mate."
But of course, her brother loved to interrupt her any chance he got, and he chose exactly that moment to slam her bedroom door open.
Lucien was quick, throwing the blanket by their waists over her body.
Rhysand froze, staring at Lucien and then Y/n. Whatever was visible of her anyway.
Y/n smiled sheepishly, trying to find a way to calm Rhysand before he erupted in rage. "Hi Rhysieâ"
"What's he doing here?" He asked coldly. Y/n sighed.
"That's none of your business."
"It is when I find my little sister in bed with someone likeâ"
She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me? What do you mean?"
He released a breath, rubbing his eyes. "Look Y/n... first of all, Lucien, would you mind leaving usâ"
"He's not going anywhere." She grasped Lucien's hand, almost all of his fingers covered in rings, just that simple touch shooting desire up her spine. The recently discovered mating bond made it no easier.
Rhys clenched his jaw. "Look sisterâ"
"Okay, imagine this Rhysie, I come into your room one day, and tell Feyre to leave the room so I can talk to you. Would you let her leave?" She wanted this conversation done with. The faster Rhys left the room, the quicker she'd be able to get to her mate and the desire itching at her skin.
"That's different. She's my mateâ"
"And he's mine."
The silence was deafening, and no one made an atrempt to break it. She glanced at Lucien, who had a smug smile filled with pride on his face as he gazed at her.
Finally, Rhys spoke. "We need to talk."
"Later." She could already smell Lucien's intoxicating arousal.
Her brother looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Iâthen I guess I'll leave?"
"Please." She glared at him, and he practically sprinted out the door.
When she glanced at Lucien, he murmured, "That was hot."
She giggled, tugging him forward by his hand that she was still clasping. He complied, leaning into her and kissing her slowly and deeply.
They only pulled back when it was almost impossible to keep going without breathing and he grinned devilishly. And cauldron if that didn't have her insides in a mess.
"Ready for round two?"
She was.
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Hi! I would like to request, #33 "Why have you been ignoring me?" and #20 "Marry me." Like maybe Eddie is so nervous about proposing, he's been avoiding the reader until she goes to his trailer to talk to him.
I love your writing so so so much đđ
Hello, lovely! I always see you liking my posts and I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of the support!
Eddie x fem!reader
cw: hurt/ comfort
Prompts used: 20. âMarry Me.â and 33. âWhy have you been ignoring me?â
You and Eddie had been together for three years and from the beginning, everyone thought that you were going to get married. It was clear that you had been in love with each other for a long time and it was only a matter of time that you got together.
Little did you know that Eddie had bought a ring not long after you started dating because he just knew that you were the one. He had kept the thing in his desk drawer and was grateful you didnât like the snoop or else he would have been fucked.
Eddie was usually very clingy, but lately, though, you had noticed that he had become more distant. He had been ignoring your calls and it had gotten to the point where you hadnât seen him in over a week, which was weird since the two of you were attached at the hip, seeing each other every single day without fail. With that, you had no choice but to believe that he was going to break up with you. What else could you believe when he hadnât even wanted to talk to you?
Because you didnât want to give up on what the two of you had, you decided to go over to his trailer and find out for yourself. You had to know what was going on. That wasnât like him and it was killing you not knowing what was happening.
You burst through the door that was always unlocked and made a beeline for his room. You stood in the door way and Eddie was quick to turn around from his desk, his face lighting up when he saw you, but quickly deflated when he saw that you had been crying.
âIf youâre breaking up with me just say that,â you said, trying to hold back your tears but they just kept coming.
Eddie was quick to get out of his chair and head towards you to pull you into his arms. After that, the tears kept flowing while he let you cry, letting you get it out before you told him what was wrong.
You just couldnât stand losing him. You couldnât let him let you go. You were going to hold on tight as long as you could. You couldnât let the best thing that ever happened to you slip through your fingers.
âHoney, what is going on?â He pulled back to look at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. âIâm not breaking up with you. Why would you think that?â
âWhy have you been ignoring me?â
âI-â he cut himself off, trying his best to explain what had been going on without ruining the whole thing. He didnât have anything elaborate planned, but he still wanted to do it on his own terms. But he supposed that there was no time like the present.
Eddie pulled away from you and headed over to his desk. He slowly opened the drawer where he had kept the ring and pulled out the blue velvet box before turning towards you.
You noticed that he had something hidden behind his back and that his eyes were starting to tear up. He slowly got down on one knee and you let out a gasp as you realized what he was doing and covered you mouth with your hands as you did so. Eddie then pulled the box out from behind his back and opened it, the beautiful ring practically shining.
âY/n, Iâve known you for quite some time and I have to say that Iâve never been happier. Weâve been together for three years now and I can confidently say that theyâve been the best three years of my life.â He was now getting choked up and it made your eyes water seeing that thinking about marrying you made him so emotional.
You couldnât believe it. He had been proposing and now you felt so awful for thinking that he was going to break up with you. It had actually been the opposite and he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
âMarry me.â He said the words through tears and you couldnât help but nod furiously. You urged him to stand up and he put the ring on your finger before you pulled him into a lingering kiss.
âOf course Iâll marry you,â you nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you pressed your lips to his again. He slowly backed up to the bed and collapsed onto it, the two of you deciding to start your engagement off sleeping together, wanting to seal it by getting tangled up in Eddieâs sheets.
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Okay hear me out. Ik this might be alot like another prompt from another author but i love it and wanna see ur spin on it. Pure fem! Reader and melissa just dying to corrupt her and have some fun.
Hi! I think I know the exact fic youâre referring too! Iâm so happy that you want to see my spin on it. And here it is! So much longer than I expected but I donât think anyone will complain. Due to me being stuck in bed with a twisted ankle, Iâll be able to write another fic! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: Due to a bit of confusion about who I write for, I will add to my masterlist who I write for. Also, since I will be starting to write for other characters, I changed my taglist to a Melissa and Chessy taglist. If you want to be on my main taglist for when I write for Marilyn, Misty and Moiraine, then let me know!
Italian translations:
Dio mio - oh my god
Mia angelo - my angel
Bella - beautiful
Amo il tuo corpo e voglio rivendicarlo - I love your body and want to claim you
Il Suo Angelo (Her Angel)
Warnings: pure innocent reader, horny af Mel, smut, lots of teasing, fluffy Mel
Words: 8.6k (have fun! đ)
You walked in the break room and made a beeline for the coffee machine.
âWow kid, if you went any faster Iâd think youâre a speedster or something.â Melissa said and you looked at her and chuckled. And at that Ava walked in and walked to coffee machine but then stood by it and waited till you were done.
âCaffeine is my saviour lately, Iâve been so stressed lately.â You told her.
âOh girl, what you need is to get you some. Then all the stress will disappear.â Ava piped up and you looked at her confused.
âSome what?â You asked her and Melissa glanced over at you.
âSome sex.â Ava said, blunt as ever and you blushed.
âOh um, I donât know. I want my first time to be special.â You told her.
âYouâre a virgin?â Ava asked and you nodded. âGirl, look at you, how have you not had sex yet?â And you blushed and looked down at the ground.
âUm, I- I donât know.â You said and took your coffee and sat down at a free table near Melissa and Barb.
âHey kid.â Melissa says and you turn to look at her.
âYa?â
âAre you one of those people that waits until marriage?â Melissa asked and you blushed.
âUh no. Just um never got a chance to and wasnât really a big discussion or something that was talked about in my family.â You told her.
âAre you saying your parents never explained sex to you before?â She asked and you blushed and looked down at the ground. Melissa got up and walked over to you, you saw her heeled boots and leather pants and looked up at her face. âAre you uncomfortable with talking about it?â
âA little bit.â You admit and she smirked.
âYou donât have to be kid. Just donât talk about it with the students as youâre not a sex Ed teacher. But weâre adults here, and itâs fun to do.â She tells you and your eyes widen at that.
âMelissa!â Barb says to stop her.
âWhat? Itâs not like youâre a virgin.â Melissa says to Barb.
âWell I know but no need to traumatise the poor girl.â Barb scolds her and Melissa sighs then looks at you.
âHow old are you?â She asks you.
âUm Iâm 27.â You tell her and everyone looks at you with wide eyes. âWhat?â You ask everyone.
âYouâre 27, youâre a virgin and uncomfortable with the discussion of sex.â Melissa tells you and your cheeks go red.
âItâs also a bit hard to find dates when you like women.â You say and she smirks.
âAlright Iâll give you that, but since youâre new to Philly, Iâll just tell you that itâs a little easier to find dates with women here.â Melissa tells you, leaning down towards you a bit and you unconsciously lick your lips and stare at her.
Melissa walks back to her seat and goes back to her phone like nothing happened, while you go back to your coffee.
On the outside, it seems like Melissa isnât doing anything different, but on the inside, in her brain is another story. She saw how you reacted to her and she finds it very interesting that you seem so innocent. Maybe she can have some fun with you.
At the end of the day, Melissa passes by your classroom like always and sees you sitting in your chair, writing something. She goes over to your door and knocks.
âHi Melissa.â You say when you look up.
âHey kid. Whatcha working on?â She asks and you sigh.
âIâm a little behind on grading.â You say with a small pout. âThe lessons are a bit difficult for them so I havenât had a lot of time to grade since Iâm answering questions most of the time.â And she nods, then an idea pops in her head.
âMaybe I could keep you company?â She offers and you freeze.
âWh-what?â You ask her and she smiles.
âI could keep you company if you want.â She offers again.
âOh thatâs really sweet but I donât want to inconvenience you or ruin your night.â You tell her and she smiles softly at you, youâre so sweet and innocent she thinks.
âItâs not a problem hon. I donât have any plans tonight and it was just going to be a boring night at home by myself on the couch.â She tells you.
âWell I wonât force you to stay or go, but if you want to stay then I wouldnât mind the company.â You say with a sweet smile.
She grins at you and then grabs one of the students chair and brings it your desk to sit right across from you. Let the teasing begin, she thinks to herself.
âSoâ she starts, after about 10 seconds of silence. âHow come your family never discussed sex?â She asks and you whip your head at her and blush.
âOh um. I donât know, it just wasnât.â You tell her.
âSheltered life then?â She asks you.
âI guess a bit.â You say with a shrug and then get back to grading. Melissa leans forward and puts her chin on her hands and smirks.
âHave you ever had an orgasm?â She asks so casually. And you look up at her confused.
âSorry, a what?â You ask and she tilts her head a bit.
âAn orgasm hon.â She repeats and you look confused.
âWhatâs an orgasm?â You ask, and inside Melissa is beaming with mischief.
âAn orgasm is a build up of pleasure when having sex.â She says and your face goes red. âAnd when itâs released, all the feel good hormones and emotions come with it.â She explains and you stare at her like a deer in the headlights. While she has your attention, she moves her arms down to be placed casually on the desk and leans forward. Her arms push her chest up a bit and with the shirt sheâs wearing with a v-dip in the front, it gives you a nice view of her cleavage. Melissa pretends to be looking at the paper youâre grading, but she saw you glance down at her chest and lick your lips. âSo you never touched yourself?â She asks and it takes a second for your brain to process that she spoke, and then another second to process what she said and you look at her confused again.
âWhat do you mean touch myself? Touch where?â You ask and Melissa is grinning.
âTouch yourself down there.â She says and points to in between your legs.
âWell I do when I go to the bathroom.â You say, confused to what sheâs getting at.
âI meant, touch yourself⊠sexually.â She explains and your face goes redder than her hair.
âWh-what? Why-why would I do that?â You say and sit up a bit straight.
âBecause, it feels good.â She says with a shrug. âSo youâve never done that either?â She asks.
âNo I havenât.â You tell her and Melissa is beaming with excitement on the inside. Oh, all the ways she can corrupt you.
âSo, your little innocent act isnât an act at all. Youâre actually a good girl.â She tells you and your eyes widen a little bit and Melissa notices the effect her words have on you. They say itâs the shy innocent ones you gotta look out for. And you are so innocent, itâs adorable, Melissa thinks.
Melissa stopped so that you wouldnât be wondering why sheâs suddenly curious about that part of your lifeâŠat least for today. She just carries on a normal conversation with you. Until the next dayâŠ
At the end of the day she stopped by your classroom again. âStill more grading?â She asks and you look up at her.
âM afraid so.â You say. âTheyâve done 2 tests and a project in the past 2 weeks and I was starting to get behind but now Iâm very behind.â You tell her and she walks in.
âWant some company again?â She asks and you glance up at her. You wanna say yes cause you are attracted to her but yesterday she asks a few questions and youâre wondering why it was on the topic that it was. But of course, your want for her to be close wins over.
âSure, thatâd be nice. Thank you.â You tell her with a smile. Instead of bringing a chair over, she sits on the desk closest to yours. You canât help but stare as she sits with her legs slightly apart, a bit more than what is considered normal. And sheâs also leaning back a bit with her hands on the desk.
âHave you been on dates? Been in relationships?â She asks and you let out a sigh of relief. Glad itâs not on the topic it was yesterday.
âYes, Iâve been on a few dates. Iâve had one relationship but it didnât last long. Like maybe 2-3 months.â You tell her.
â3 months and you didnât have sex with her?â She asks and you groan very quietly.
âWhy? Is that bad?â
âWell, not really. I mean itâs the people in the relationship that choose that. But typically people have sex within the first 3-8 weeks of a relationship.â She explains.
âShe broke up with me because we didnât haveâŠyou know. And because there was no discussion about it either.â You tell her. On the outside she was nodding in understanding, on the inside, she was smirking. You were so innocent you didnât want to even say sex. God, sheâs going to have a lot more fun with you. It helps that sheâs attracted to you and youâre attracted to her.
Melissa got off the desk and leaned on your desk. âIâm not saying that you should have had sex with her, you know. Itâs at your pace.â Even though sheâs having fun with you, she wants to make sure that you donât feel bad. You had a difficult time listening to what she was saying as her cleavage was right there. Melissa smirks as she catches on and she gets an idea. She goes to move her hands off the desk and straighten her posture but âaccidentallyâ knocks a pen off your desk. âOh sorry, Iâll get it.â She tells you and walks the 2 steps over and bends down. She makes sure to bend down so her ass was on display for you. When she bent down, she glanced very quickly at your reaction and you were staring right at her ass like she wanted. She stood back up and put the pen back on your desk. She wonders how else she can corrupt and tease you.
She does this for the next 2 days, just gives you little views of her cleavage, and ass if the opportunity presents itself.
On Friday is when she got a little more mischievous. She visits you in your classroom like normal as you're almost done grading all of the tests. She sits on a desk again and starts up a conversation with you. 20 minutes later and you finish grading with a smile.
âThere! Finally finished.â You say and she claps.
âCongrats! Now they can stop pestering you.â She jokes and you laugh.
âYa, first graders arenât known for their patience.â You say and she giggles.
âNeither are second graders.â She jokes back with you and you laugh. You put the tests in a basket neatly to be handed back to them tomorrow and you stand up to get your things ready. Melissa gets off the desk and walks over to you without you hearing her.
Once all your things are in your bag, you sling it over your shoulder and turn around. You nearly bump into Melissa and you see her cleavage again. Melissa is smiling as she wore a push up bra and a shirt that makes her tits look amazing while still being appropriate for school. You tilt your head up and look at her. You then step to your left and try to psss by her but she stops you with an arm. She puts her hand on the board to stop you from leaving and she moves a bit so sheâs in front of you with your back on the board. Your face goes red with the close proximity and you donât know what to do.
âM-mel- Melissa? What are you doing?â You stutter out and she smiles.
âNothing hon. Do I make you nervous?â She asks you and your cheeks turn pink.
âA little bit.â You admit nervously.
âHmm, and why do I make you nervous?â And you donât know how to respond to that.
âUm, well I - you⊠um. You just do.â You settle on that and she smirks at you. You then duck under her arm and speed walk out of there. Melissa isnât at all disappointed that you found an escape, sheâs finding it amusing that you basically bolted out of there while trying to be subtle.
During the weekend, you thought about how close Melissa was to you and then you for some reason felt a wetness between your thighs that only happened one other time before and youâre not sure what it meant. You googled it and most of them say itâs a result of getting turned on and you decide to ignore that fact and try to focus on other things. Try being the important word. Your thoughts keep shifting back to Melissa and her perfect cleavage, her perfect ass, the close proximity, her amazing smile and almost glowing hair thatâs perfect for her. You rub your thighs together and then you freeze, why did you do that? And why are you wet again? All these thoughts keep your weekend busy. And then you wake up Monday morning and prepare for another week. Maybe now you wonât have thoughts of Melissa that makes you feel weird things. Oh were you wrong.
You went in the break room and there Melissa was, glasses on and sheâs leaning slightly to the desk, writing something. Her perfect cleavage on display and she looks really pretty with glasses on. With or without glasses she looks pretty. You try not to stare at her and go to the coffee machine.
âHello dear. How was your weekend?â Barb asks you and you turn to her. You go to answer and then you see Melissa smiling at you and your mouth stays slightly open for a couple seconds. And then you remember you were asked a question.
âIt-it was good, just a relaxing weekend. Got all my grading done last week so I pretty much just enjoyed the weekend.â You tell her and she smiles at you. You then glance at Melissa and she winks at you, your cheeks turn pink a bit at that.
âThatâs good to hear dear. You deserve a stress free weekend.â Barb tells you.
âThank you. Ho-how was your weekend?â You ask her and she goes into explaining her day out with Gerald. She tried listening but you saw Melissa smiling at you, at some point she took off her glasses and put the tip of it in her mouth. And to top it off, she crosses her arms in a way that pushes her breast up and you lose all brain function. All of that happens in the space of 3 minutes but it feels like much longer. âWhat about you Melissa?â You ask her when Barb is done.
âIt was good, hon. Like you I stayed home, and de-stressed.â She sends you another wink when Barb isnât looking and you widen your eyes a bit.
After you go to your classroom and continue out the day. When all your students leave, you pack up your things and hear someone come in. Although you know who came in as you recognize the sound of her heels, Melissa.
âHey hon.â She says and you turn around as sheâs walking in.
âHey Melissa. I donât need any company today as all my grading is done.â You tell her, you were a littl disappointment, you were starting to like spending that time with her.
âOh, thatâs unfortunate. It was a nice little routine last week.â She tells you and you nod. She walks towards you a bit more until sheâs 2 feet away from you. âWant to know more about my weekend?â She asks with a deeper voice and you shiver a little bit. You think she didnât notice as she didnât react or say anything but she did notice.
âUm sure.â You tell her with a slight stutter.
âWell as I said I stayed home and de-stressed.â She began and you nodded. âWell want to know how I de-stressed?â She said and she walked towards you and you walked back a bit until you ran into the chalkboard. She pressed her body against yours a bit, leaned towards your ear and whispered the answer. âI imagined you in my bed, underneath me. Then I put my hand between my legs, I fingered myself and rubbed my clit until I had an orgasm. And I said your name when I did.â She tells you and then pulls her head back and looks at your face.
Your mouth is slightly open in shock, your eyes wide, cheeks flushed, your breathing deepened, and you rubbed your thighs together. Melissa is smiling at your reaction.
âHmm, you know youâre cute when you react like that.â She tells you as she tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. Your still frozen in shock and donât respond to her. She gently strokes down your arm with two fingers. âHmm, youâre so innocent, hon. Do you like it when I think about you like that?â She asks, and your cheeks turn red.
âI-umâŠI-you⊠uh, um, likeâŠâ you stutter and she smirks at you.
âOh hon, did I make you speechless?â She asks with mock sympathy. She knows exactly what sheâs doing to you and how she affects you and sheâs enjoying it. âWhy donât I make it up to you hm. How about on Friday after school, you come over to my place and Iâll cook you dinner.â She says and youâre speechless again. âYou can nod or shake your head as an answer.â She tells you, deciding to take a little bit of pity on you. You nod your head and she smiles. âPerfect.â She tells you. She grabs her phone and presses a couple things then looks at you. âWhatâs your number?â She asks and you look at her confused. âSo I can text you my address.â She explains and you gulp. You then muster up enough courage to give her your number. She then sends a text and your phone vibrates in your pocket with a notification. She looks at you with a smirk. âHope thatâs not the only thing you have that vibrates.â She says and you look at her confused. She decides to not explain it and instead reaches for your phone, she slides her hand down you a bit, sticks her hand a bit in your pocket and wraps her hand around your phone and tugs it out. She then slides her hand up between you both and hands you your phone. âYou can look up what I meant. Search what vibrators are for.â She tells you with a wink and then she walks out with a sway in her hips.
You stare at her ass as she walks out, completely mesmerized. At home you look up vibrators and your face goes red at what it says theyâre for. She said a sexual innuendo and it went right over your head with your lack of knowledge on the subject.
The rest of the week goes by normally. Melissa doesnât have an opportunity to drop by your classroom as sheâs busy. She still sends winks your way when she can. And she bends over for you to see her cleavage when youâre looking, especially in the break room. And when she walks away from where you are, she sways her hips more so you can stare at her ass moving. On Friday she stops by your classroom briefly at the end of the day.
âHey hon.â
âH-hi Melissa.â
âJust wanted to make sure youâre still coming over tonight.â She tells you.
âOf-of course. Iâve heard great things about your cooking and wouldnât miss the opportunity.â You tell her and she smiles.
âWell good, you wonât be disappointed. A meal you wonât forgot.â She tells you with a slightly deeper voice and winks after. You feel your mouth dry and in between your legs get wet and you gulp.
âDo-â you squeak out then clear your throat as your mouth was dry. âDo you want me to bring anything?â You ask her and she walks closer to you and puts a finger under your chin.
âHmm, just need to bring your pretty self.â She hums and you blush. You forgot how to English for a second and decide to nod in reply. She smiles at you and hums again. âGood.â She says and sways her hips as she walks out. She stops when she reaches the door, puts her hand on the doorframe and glances back at you. âShow up at 6, donât be late.â She tells you and winks. She then continues walking to her car, leaving you in your classroom, stunned for a minute. Your body then remembers how to work and you walk to your car to get home to change.
You get home and strip out of your work clothes. You suddenly donât know what to wear, she said it wasnât a date but you want it to be a date, and want to impress her as you have a crush on her . You then decide to put a robe on and video chat your older sister.
âHey you, whatâs up?â She says when she picks up.
âHey sis, I need your help. So I have a crush on a coworker. And she invited me over for dinner to her place. She never said it was a date but I still want to impress her.â You explain to her and she chuckles.
âSo you need help choosing an outfit?â She asks and you nod. âAlright, show me what options you were thinking of and Iâll let you know if itâs a yes or no.â She says and you nod. You spend the next 20 minutes showing her your clothes as she said no to everything you were thinking of wearing. You then settled on an outfit you both agreed looks good. You then thank her and she makes you promise to tell her all about it tomorrow, and hangs up.
You then shower, blow dry your hair, and brush your teeth. You put on your outfit, which is a cute dark purple dress that stops mid thigh, with a small v-dip and black stockings, with small heels that are black, and a fancy black sweater to complete the look. You then quickly curl the bottom half of your hair then keep it all down. You then apply a bit of purple eyeshadow, some mascara and tinted lip balm. You realise itâs time to go and you grab your purse and head to her place.
You arrive at 5:57 and you take a minute to breath and calm your heart down and give yourself a small pep talk. âOk remember y/n, sheâs a coworker and friend. She may be your crush but try and keep all thoughts of kissing her out of your head.â You say, then let out another breath before getting out and walking to her door.
You knock on her door and she opens it with a smile. You should have added more to your pep talk then just thoughts of kissing her. As sheâs wearing a low cut red shirt, that shows her cleavage more than the shirts she wears at school does. She also has on black leggings and her hair up in a ponytail with her bangs framing her face perfectly. You stare at her and forgot to say anything as your brain is busy processing the outfit.
âWow, you look nice angelo.â She tells you, and if you paid any attention to her eyes you would have noticed her pupils are a bit blown as her eyes roam up and down your body.
âTh-thanks, so do you.â You say and she smiles.
âThank you.â
âWhat did you call me?â You ask her
âAngelo, it means angel.â She says and you smile. âCome on in.â She tells you.
âAre you sure? Your mat says go away.â You say with a smile to show her that youâre joking and she giggles.
âThatâs because I only let a few people come inside.â She tells you and you blush. You had no idea that you were one of the select few that sheâs invited to her house. You nervously step inside her house and she closes the door behind you and you take your heels off.
âWow, you have a lovely home. Not at all what I expected.â You tell her and she laughs.
âOh ya? And what did you expect to see?â She asks you as she leads you to the kitchen.
âI donât know to be honest. I havenât figured you out yet. But I guess one that has a little less, homey feeling I suppose.â You tell her and she chuckles.
âIf it makes you feel better about your expectation, I have about 5 bats hidden around the house.â She tells you and you smile.
âNow that does sound like you. Iâm honestly less surprised you have bats hidden than I was about what your house looks like.â You joke and she giggles.
You enter her kitchen and youâre immediately surrounded with the smell of dinner and your stomach grumbles. âNow are you too innocent for wine or do you drink that?â She asks you with a slight smirk but sheâs also curious.
âI do have a glass from time to time. Mostly at family gatherings. Which is about 4-5 times a year.â You tell her and she smiles.
âWell is it alright if I pour you a glass?â She says and shows you the bottle.
âThatâs my favourite!â You tell her and she beams.
âReally? Mine too.â She tells you and pours some in a glass for you. âI knew you must have good taste.â She says and hands you a glass.
âThank you.â You tell her and you both clink your glasses together and then take a sip. Then the oven dings and Melissa puts down her glass and walks over to it. She slips on an oven mitt, opens the oven and takes out the food. You see the food and you have no idea what it is but it looks good. âWow, that looks amazing! What is it?â You ask her and she smiles at you.
âItâs skillet chicken cacciatore.â She tells you and you smile.
âItâs Italian?â You ask her and she nods. Wow, Italian accent is beautiful, you think.
âYou think Iâm beautiful when I speak Italian?â She asks you and you realise you said it out loud and you blush.
âDid I say that out loud?â You ask her and she nods with a smirk.
âIs there a translation for the last word?â You ask.
âFor cacciatore?â She asks and you nod. âYep, it means hunter.â She tells you and you look at her confused. âI donât know the story behind the name. Thatâs just what itâs called and you donât ask questions.â She tells you as she puts some on 2 plates and you laugh.
âAlright then. No questions, got it.â You tell her and she tells you to bring the wine and guides you to the dinner table.
You two sit down and then you take a bite and you let out a moan at how good it tastes. You look over to see Melissa holding her glass with a smirk.
âWhat?â You ask her.
âI knew I would like how you sound when you moan.â She tells you then takes a sip of the wine.
âWhere else would I make that noise?â You ask her.
âIn bed.â She says so casually as she cuts up a piece of the chicken. âWhen someone or yourself is giving you pleasure.â She tells you and she slides her foot up your leg. You choke on the food as you swallow, from her foot touching you like that or her comment, youâre not sure. She leans back in her chair and takes a bite of the food with a smile on her face.
You watch as a bit of sauce is at the corner of her lips and she licks it off with her tongue. You stare and she smirks when she sees you staring. You realise sheâs looking at you staring and you sheepishly go and cut up a piece of food and look down.
âYou donât have to be embarrassed about staring at me. I know you find me attractive.â She tells you and you freeze. You were about to take a bite as your fork is right in front of your mouth and your mouth is open. The piece of chicken falls off your fork and lands in a spot with some sauce and some flies to your face.
âAh.â You yelp as you were surprised and Melissa snorts.
âHere hon.â She says as she takes your chin and turns your head to face her. She uses her thumb to wipe off where it got you and it seems it got you a few times. She wipes off the spot underneath your eye, on your cheek and right under your bottom lip. Melissa freezes and keeps her thumb at your bottom lip and then she traces it. You have no idea whatâs going on but you donât stop her. You start breathing heavier and she pulls back and goes to continue eating. You donât comment on it and just continue eating. Once youâre both done, you clear the table and give the plates a quick rinse as she puts the leftovers in containers and then puts them in the fridge. She closes the fridge door as you dry your hands.
âThank you for dinner and the wine Melissa it was really go-â youâre cut off as you turn around and Melissa lips are on yours. You kiss her back after a second when your brain starts working again. She presses you into the counter and you gasp, Melissa takes the opportunity and slips her tongue in and tastes you. You put your hands in her hair and remember she has a ponytail and you whine. She pulls back and laughs.
âAre you upset I have my hair in a ponytail?â She asks and you nod with a pout. âHmm, well you know, thereâs an easy fix.â She tells you and she slowly slides the elastic down and then shakes her head a few times to put her hair in place. âThere, better?â She asks you and nod. She smiles then goes back to kissing you. You immediately put your hands in her hair and she moans into the kiss and you pull back.
âIs that the kind of pleasure you were talking about for that sound?â You ask her and she chuckles.
âOh hon, you have no idea the kind of pleasure I can give you thatâll have you moaning like crazy.â She purrs in your ear and you shiver. The wet feeling between your legs is back and you rub your thighs together and Melissa notices. âAre you turned on hon?â She asks and you widen your eyes. Oh so Google was right about what that means. You nod at her and she smiles. âIf you want, I can help you with that.â She tells you.
âHow would you do that?â
âWell it would require you to lose your virginity.â She tells you and you open your mouth in shock. âAnd before you ask, yes, that feeling between your thighs, your pussy is wet cause youâre turned on and it gets wet so it doesnât hurt when something is sliding in there.â She tells you.
âSliding in there? You mean like a tampon?â You ask and she giggles.
âYouâre so adorable.â She says and boops your nose. âNo, I mean like my fingers.â She tells you. âFor straight sex, it would be that a dick slides in you.â She tells you and your eyes widen. âIâm not going to do anything you're not comfortable with. But my offer is still available if you want to take care of that feeling right here.â She says and taps on your pussy and you flinch and let out a small yelp. âEither me or your own fingers.â She tells you and you look at her eyes that are full blown. You cup her cheek and trace under her eye with your thumb.
âWhere did the green in your eyes go?â You ask her and she smiles.
âMy eyes are blown. Itâs what happens when you get turned on and want to have sex.â She tells you and your breath hitches. âYour eyes are blown too.â She tells you and you blush. It takes you about 5 seconds to come to a decision about her offer. It took 4 seconds of being distracted by her face and then one second to come to a decision.
âI want you to help me with the feeling.â You said a little embarrassed and nervous.
âOh hon, youâll have to ask me properly.â She told you and you whined as she pressed herself against your body. âCome on, you can do it.â She told you as she gently bit your ear.
âI-I want to haveâŠâ and you paused. Melissa pulled back and looked at you.
âWhat is it hon? Why canât you say the word?â She asked you.
âBecause I grew up thinking that you shouldnât think about it or say it.â You told her and she stroked her cheek.
âOh hon, itâs not a bad thing to vocalise that you want sex.â She told you. âCome here.â She said and she lead you to her bedroom. âGo sit on the foot of the bed.â She says and you obeyed while she closed the door and then walked over to you. âNow I wonât do anything youâre not comfortable with, and I wonât touch you unless you want me too but I do want to show you what I look like under my clothes, ok?â She tells you, thinking maybe youâll be more comfortable when you see another womanâs body naked. You nod at her and she smiles.
She pulls her top off slowly, exposing all the skin of her stomach and you stare at all the soft looking skin and canât help but touch it. So you do. She lets out a yelp and you pull back thinking you shouldnât have.
âNo no, itâs ok baby. You just surprised me as my shirt was covering my eyes.â She tells you and puts your hand back on her stomach. You feel all over her and you want more so you stand up. You move your hand to the back and hover over her bra clip. âGo on baby. You can unclip it.â She tells you and you do and take her bra off. Then you pull back and look at her. And youâre surprised you donât faint right there. She looked so, soâŠ
âSexy.â You slip out and she smiles.
âThank you, baby.â She tells you and you donât even care right now about your thoughts.
âMelissa.â You tell her and she looks into your eyes.
âYes baby?â She asks.
âI wantâŠâ you start and she just looks at you, letting you take your time. âI want⊠I want to have sex with you.â You say and she smiles.
âWell ask and receive baby.â She tells you and she kisses you again.
She then travels down to your neck and starts sucking and you let out a moan. She then starts to slowly lift your dress up and then you pull back and put your arms up, allowing her to take it off. She then unclips your bra and takes it off and looks at you.
âYouâre so beautiful, Bella.â She says, remembering you liked it when she spoke Italian. You let out a groan and rub your thighs together. âHmm, is me speaking Italian a turn on for you?â She asks and you nod. She pushes you on the bed and straddles your lap. âWell then.â She says and smirks, then pushes you more on the bed. âAmo il tuo corpo e voglio rivendicarlo.â She says seductively while grinding on you and you whine. âIt means, I love your body and want to claim it.â She says and you put your hands on her.
âI want you to claim me, Mel.â You tell her and she smiles.
âMel hm, I like it.â She tells you and you blush. She attacks your neck again and you gasp. It feels incredible what sheâs doing on your neck. She then trails down to your chest and leaves kisses all over it, worshipping your body as it should be. She then takes a nipple in her mouth and you see stars. She then remembers that youâve never masturbated either, never touched yourself. So she thinks she should probably go easy on you so you donât get too overstimulated. âIf it becomes too much for you, then let me know, ok?â She says and you nod.
âKeep going please. It feels amazing.â You tell her and she smiles and goes back to your nipple. You continue to let out gasps and moans as she swirls her tongue around your nipples and sucking on them.
âIâm so honoured.â She says as she runs her hands all over your chest and stomach. âNot only will I be your first, but Iâll also be the first person to ever give you pleasure, and that includes yourself. I canât believe you went this long without it.â She tells you and you buck your hips and whine. âAlright since youâve never had it before, I wonât keep you waiting much longer. But just know, in the future, I will.â She adds and you look at her.
âSo thereâll be more?â You ask her and she tilts her head and looks at you.
âI mean if you want.â She says cautiously.
âOf course, Iâve been attracted to you since I started.â You tell her and she smiles at you.
âGood, cause Iâm attracted to you as well.â She tells you. âI can take you on a date tomorrow if you want.â She offers and you nod. âAlright now, time to make you feel good.â She tells you and gets off the bed and takes your tights off. âYou looked so innocent and adorable in that dress and tights. But I think you look better with them both off.â She then puts her fingers on your underwear and looks at you, you nod at her and she takes your underwear off. She then looks at you completely bare for her and she smiles warmly at you. âYou look beautiful.â She says with a hum and you smile. âYou look even more beautiful with a smile.â She adds and you blush.
She then gets on her knees, pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed, then does a big lick up your entire pussy. You gasp out and she moans at your taste.
âYou taste amazing, mia angelo .â She says and licks your entrance while you gasp and moan at the amazing way her tongue is moving on you. You canât help but grab her hair and run your fingers through her beautiful red locks. You keep bucking your hips so Melissa pins you down and then slides her tongue in your entrance and you let out a loud gasp and she smirks. She then goes to your clit after she slides her tongue in and out of you a few times. As soon as her tongue connects with your clit, you arch your back off the bed, causing her to use more strength to pin you down. You start grinding on her mouth and she doesnât have the heart to stop you from doing that. She knows you havenât felt anything like this before and knows it can be a lot the first time. Not that she remembers her first time as it was about 30 years ago, but considering how it feels everytime she has sex, she can imagine how it must feel the first time.
You start to feel a build up in your stomach and you donât know why. âMel, why do I have a strangle feeling in my stomach?â You ask and she smiles. She pulls her tongue away but replaces it with her finger and continues rubbing your clit.
âRemember me explaining the orgasm build up?â She says and you nod. âWell thatâs the build up. When itâs at its capacity youâll let go and cum.â She tells you with a breathy voice. She wants to make sure she doesnât overstimulate you without skin contact so she goes on top of you and looks at you while slowing down the movement on your clit. âIâm gonna stick my finger in you, itâs going to hurt a bit but thatâs because your body isnât used to it. Iâll go slowly but if it hurts too much or if you want me to pause but donât want me to pull out then let me know ok?â She tells you and you nod. She then gets you to lay further up on the bed with your head on a pillow and she leans down on top of you. âAlright, ready?â She asks and you nod.
She then lines her finger up with your entrance and kisses you. She slowly slides the tip of her finger in and you gasp in the kiss. She then trails down to your neck so you can focus on her kisses on your body rather than the pain. She slides in more and sucks on your neck, you whimper a little bit but you donât say anything so she keeps going. She slides it in all the way and she looks up at you while still sucking your neck.
âDo you feel pain mia angelo?â She asks when she pulls back and you nod. âOk let me know when it goes away.â She kisses your neck and nipples for a few seconds and then you call her name.
âMel, it went away.â You tell her and she nods. She then slowly pulls out then she slides back in again slowly. You gasp at the pleasure and you push her body closer to yours. She smiles at that and then goes a bit faster. You buck your hips to her body but canât go very far as her body is pushed on yours, by you.
You end bending a knee slightly and accidentally put it between her legs, right up against her core, and the seam of her leggings touches her clit. She ends up doing a hard thrust by accident along with a âfuck.â From the pleasure and then asks you if youâre ok from the thrust.
âCan you do it again actually?â You ask her and your voice is very breathy at this point. She does a hard thrust again and you moan out at the pleasure. She then speeds up and does hard thrusts and your leg stays where it is. She grinds your leg a bit unconsciously and you notice and you smirk.
âNot so innocent now mia angelo.â She teases you when she notices your smirk to what youâre doing to her. She then pulls out of you completely and she quickly takes her leggings and underwear off. You go to whine at the loss of her finger when you see her strip in front of you then stare open mouthed at the sight of her pussy. She then goes back on your leg and sticks her finger back in. You moan out at the feeling of her finger, and then you feel her wetness spreading on your leg and you feel good knowing the effect you have on her.
âYou feel very wet.â You tell her between moans and gasps.
âYes mia angelo, thatâs how much you turn me on.â She tells you and you smile. She puts her thumb on your clit when she feels her build up starting and knows it wonât take long. You say a little âaaâ from her rubbing your clit and then she adds another finger in you slowly and you wrap your arms around her. You unknowingly press her down more on your leg and she moans out. The build up starts to get stronger and stronger in you and your legs start shaking and youâre breathing faster. âJust let your body do its thing and leg go when you need to.â She tells you when she feels your legs shaking. Sheâs close as well but wants you to come first.
A few seconds later you come with a high pitched gasp and she comes at the sight of you coming. She then stops and slowly and carefully, removes her thumb from your clit and pulls her fingers out. She then rolls over and lays down beside you, breathing fast. She then holds you in her arms while you shake as your body is trying to slow down your heart rate.
When your breathing slows down, you notice you put your hand on her boob unconsciously, then you squeeze it and rub your finger on the nipple. She lets out a whine and bucks her hip at that. You do the same to the other one and get the same reaction. She looks at you and sees you genuinely curious and interested in her boobs. You then go and lick one of her nipples and she lets out a gasp, you repeat the action and she moans softly. You then put it in your mouth and start sucking and licking. She bucks her hips and gasps. You pull back after a bit and you go to the other one.
âMia angelo, what are you doing?â She asks before you get to the other one. âIf you keep going youâre gonna make me want more.â She tells you and you put the other nipple in your mouth. You do the same thing and she moans and bucks her hips. âAngelo, please. I donât think you realise how much you affect me.â She pleads and you look at her.
âOh I do know actually.â You tell her and she looks at you going down her body and she whines. âYou see, I felt you on my leg and how wet I make you.â You tell her and rub up and down her legs and feel how soft they are and you hum. âI also realised how much you teased me last week.â You say and kiss her thighs. You get close to where she wants you before pulling away and kissing her thighs again.
âMia angelo. Stop teasing me.â She says and you look at her.
âDo you know how much I thought of you last weekend? Thoughts of you pushed up against me, and how wet that made me.â You tell her and she groans. You then slide up her body and come face to face with her. âI think itâs only fair that I do that to you.â You tell her and she whines. Of course, she thinks, they werenât wrong when they say to watch out for the shy and innocent ones.
You then kiss her neck and she brings her hand down to touch herself. You notice it and donât stop her. You kiss and suck on the other side of her neck and she slides a finger in herself.
âAre you making yourself feel good?â You question and she nods. You then grab her wrist of the hand thatâs currently fingering herself and you make her pull her fingers out of herself. You then put her fingers in your mouth and you moan at the taste.
âDio mio.â She gasps out as your tongue runs all over her two fingers. She definitely corrupted you, thatâs for sure. You decide to finally give in and you move back down and put your mouth on her entrance. She bucks her hips as you connect your mouth to where she needs it. You then slip your tongue in her entrance and she squeaks out a moan. She starts grinding on your tongue and you moan. The sound vibrates on her and she gasps. âDio mio, mia angelo. Your tongue feels so good.â She says and you smile. You then move to her clit and you slide a finger in her entrance. You move your tongue and hopefully youâre making her feel as good as she made you. She lets go of the sheets she was grabbing and grabs your hair instead. You add another finger in her and she screams out. You slide your fingers in and out of her and you love the way she feels inside, her wetness and warmth wrapped around your fingers and keeping you inside. You then feel her clench around your fingers and her legs start shaking. She then screams out as she comes but you donât stop, too distracted by how she feels around your fingers and her taste. She continues grinding on your fingers and tongue as her build up is already starting again. She comes again not too long later and she then pulls you away. You pull out of her and climb up to lay beside her.
âSorry, did I hurt you?â You ask and she shakes her head.
âNo no, that felt incredible.â She says, trying to catch her breath. You beam at her words and she smiles at you. âWow, I canât remember the last time I came 3 times during sex.â She says and you blush. She wraps her arm around you. âCome here mia angelo.â She says and you snuggle into her. The two of you spend most of the weekend in her bed.
On Monday morning you walk in the break room a little weirdly but no one mentions it. Well not until Ava comes in and sees a hickey that you couldnât cover due to how dark it was.
âDamn girl, did you get laid on the weekend?â She asks impressed and everyone except Melissa looks at you shocked. Melissa just continues on her phone.
âMaybe, whatâs it to you?â You challenge back and Melissa snorts. You then go and sit down with Melissa and Barb as Melissa told you that you could this morning. Barb looks over to Melissa and sees Melissa wink and smile at you. Barb then sees a hickey on Melissa and she shakes her head at the two of you.
Ava sees Melissaâs wink and smile as well and then sees her hickey. âMelissa, I didnât know you were into the innocent ones.â She tells her and everyone looks confused.
âAnd?â Is all Melissa says and everyone grins. Melissa then pulls your chair right beside her and wraps an arm around your waist and you lean into her.
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Jeff seeing/knowing his s/o died in a fight, but seeing them alive and well two years later, obvious they had been alive those two years, but they have no memory of him or any of the time they spent with Jeff. Bonus sad points if they were married or had some sort of matching thing so s/o KNOWS something was up with the two of them, but they donât remember.
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It destroyed him. Watching you die that day was the most difficult thing he's ever had to cope with in his entire life, and he still struggles to cope with it some days even two years later. He's spent so long mourning your loss, that when he sees you walking around one day he thinks it must be a hallucination or someone that just looks far too similar to you, and he continues on his way. At least, until he hears that incredibly familiar laugh he first fell in love with all those years ago, and he's whipping back around, eyes locked on you as you converse with the unfamiliar person at your side. His feet move immediately, pushing him forward, but at the same time, you happen to drop something. He picks it up for you and hands it to you, and his eyes land on the ring decorating your finger, the one that matches the one on his hand, the custom-made promise rings the two of you had. You accept the item you dropped without complaint, your eyes also noticing the ring on his finger, but before he can say anything you just thank him and walk away.
He's so shocked by it that he just stands there for what feels like hours, before making a beeline back to the mansion. With Slender and BEN's investigative assistance, Jeff learns you didn't die that day, and he also learns that you have no memories of your time before then. You're still in the Underworld, still wandering around and joyful as ever, but you have no memory of him at all, and that thought alone is destroying Jeff all over again. The years you'd spent together, your promises of being together forever, all of your plans for the future, vanished. He finds himself entering an existential state of limbo in the coming weeks, not sure if he should try to find you and reconnect, or if he should just let you carry on your new life as you presently are. In the end, he decides to let you go. With all of his trauma and issues, with all of the struggles you both experienced gone from your memory, he feels as though it would be unfair to force you to learn how to love him and care for him again. You, however, have a completely different plan than Jeff.
It was eating you alive, the ring he was wearing on his finger, the familiarity in his eyes, the disappointment at your swift exit. You had to learn who he was, and how he was connected to you, you finally had a clue to your life before your amnesia and you weren't going to let it pass. It wasn't hard for you to track him down, with how well known he is in the Underworld and the fact that everyone knows he works for Slender, but you also spent time waiting and wondering what you should do. Eventually, you decided on it; you were just going to have to force him to talk to you. So, there you stood, anxiously on the front porch of a mansion that seemed far too familiar for you having no memory of it, and upon the door opening, a group of faces greeting you that were also far too familiar. Slender calls Jeff down and tells him he has a guest waiting outside, and when he comes out to see you, he feels his world halting once again. You both sit on the front porch in silence for quite a while, but you break the ice first, asking him who he is, and why he has your ring. You have a feeling you already know the answer, and when he looks at you in misery, tears flooding his eyes, you know you were right, without him even having to confirm it verbally.
Jeff explains it all to you, everything. How you met, when you started dating, what your relationship was like, all of your plans for the future together, the significance of the rings he had made for you, and most importantly, the day he thought you died. It's a shock to you, of course it is, but bits and pieces of things he says, you can catch small glimpses of them in your lost memories. A night under the stars, mornings spent waking up together, an exchanging of rings. You can catch small glimpses of him, but it feels so far away. It is, however, enough for you to believe him. It feels right, sitting beside him on the steps. It feels warm, and comforting, like you belong there beside him, and when you shyly move your leg to press against his it feels so oddly familiar and correct that you find yourself being moved to tears. He tells you he didn't want to trouble you, didn't want to make you have to deal with his fucked up life and issues all over again, he thought it would be cruel, and you can only smile at him through the tears.
You tell him you have a feeling the you that he knew would be upset at him for even insisting that, and he laughs, saying that you're probably right. Neither of you makes a move to leave, to end your reminiscing as he continues telling you stories, and both of you are okay with that. It's you who finally asks the question weighing on both of you. If you can try again. If you can try from the beginning, try to love him again and become a part of his life again. He smiles a smile that has your heart racing and cheeks growing warm, and lifts your hand, saying he gave you this ring along with a promise to stay by your side for the rest of your life, no matter what. He kisses the ring on your finger, and the brush of his lips makes you long for more. He agrees easily to start over, saying he'll never give up on you, but he can't help the chuckle that follows as he simply requests that you not disappear again, and there on that front porch you make your second eternal promise to each other, that this time you'll protect each other, and stay together no matter what. A promise you both successfully keep, to the end of your lives.
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