#get a room you twooo

[autism-corner]

waugh im finally cleaning my room aka rearranging some stuff and i can finally make a somewhat proper figure display YIPPEEE

[sweetnothingtm]

every man gets his wish // simon riley

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ "i learned how to make love from the movies" ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

pairing simon x fem!reader

content pure unadulterated smut, maybe a daddy kink?

summary the one where ghost is obsessed w a camgirl

note based off my drabble, thank you for the love ♡ lmk if you want a part twooo

There’s a special place in hell for people like Simon Riley.

He could’ve gone to heaven - but he won’t.

Simon has vices. He has anger issues, and he doesn’t like to share. He doesn’t take precautions, he’s cocky with his wallet and he most certainly doesn’t take orders from anyone.

He’s impulsive, abrasive, and most importantly - Simon Riley only thinks with his dick.

You’re the opposite of him. Careful, gentle and patient, you come across as bubbly and approachable. The sparkle in your eyes just never seemed to die, and an innocent smile is always playing at your lips. You seem to embody everything that Simon could never be.

Not that he would know - you’re just an eager camgirl with a big audience.

Every night, Simon Riley comes crawling to you like a stray dog. It wasn’t meant to be this way, so vile and naughty and delicious. He swore it would only happen once, and yet here he is, pining after the taste of you. He always finds himself with his cock in his hands, eyes rolling up to the ceiling and filthy curses slipping past his lips.

You’ve already started - much to his disappointment.

He’s usually so punctual. Never wasting your time. Always appreciative of the way your eyes sparkle with adoration when he joins the stream. Today was no different - he was just a little too eager and spent the last hour jerking off to the thought of you.

And he’s gonna do it again

The room is cast in a soft glow, your legs tucked beneath you and the soft hum of music playing in the background. Your soft skin is covered in red lingerie, pillowy tits covered by the lace that he bought.

It’s a damn shame - the way Simon can’t be there to take it off himself.

In contrast to the natural shine you give off, Simon is drowned out by the dark moonlight. His body casually leans back against the headboard, eyes trained on the illuminated screen that separates you from him. While he is adorned in shadows, you shine with the soft glow of your exposed skin.

Your lips, pulled into a little pout. Your delicate fingers, dipping between your plush thighs. The ebbs and flow of your body, curves and blemishes that he’s memorized like he owns you.

It’s quite pathetic, really - how infatuated he’s become with a camgirl. But he can’t help himself. He’s got all your videos saved in a folder that he opens at every opportunity.

He’s cum to you more times than he can count, always groaning as the hot ropes of white liquid splatter against his skin. He’d tip you relentlessly, always accompanied by a foreboding message that sent chills along your spine.

Missed you, princess. What a good girl. Finished so soon? What a beautiful little slut.

Your hands are wrapped around a little pink toy that you push between your thighs. It hums against your skin, causing Simon to angrily palm himself through his pants. The sickeningly sweet sound of your gasp has him reeling, cock already beginning to twitch and drip with precum.

His hand continues to palm at it, ignoring the little stain that starts to form on his pants as you continue to stimulate yourself. You gently part your thighs, hair framing your face as you give him - yes, him - a little preview of his deepest desires.

You’re already wet, and he curses himself for being late today. Simon is memorizing the little bow on your panties, the way you push the vibrator against the soft fabric and let your little plump lips part for a moan.

He’s got a toothy grin, rubbing at the tip of his cock and imagining that it’s your delicate hands struggling to wrap around him.

You’d blink up at him with full and eager eyes, lip pulled between your teeth. You’d gently unzip his pants, fingernails dragging against his skin and causing his dick to perk up. He’d rub the pad of his thumb against your cheek, a nasty smirk plastered across his face.

Simon imagines that your tongue would give gentle licks against his irritated tip, that you’d hollow out your cheeks and suck him off until his cum is coating your throat. He would continue to lazily fuck your mouth, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you hummed against his cock.

The sound of your little gasps pulls him from the daydream, eyes sharply trained on the screen as you pull your panties to the side and rub the vibrator against your clit. Your chest is pressed outwards, nipples hard against the red lace that separates him from you.

Before he can stop himself, with his cock twitching underneath his touch and thumb rubbing softly over his tip, he absently clicks on the keyboard. It’s a good thing he’s got his card number memorized.

$250 from Ghost_Stalker

-smile pretty for me, princess.

You pause your movement, vibrator stuck between your folds as you writhe and twitch against it. You squint your eyes, rolling over the message once. Twice. Three times before a smile is tugging at your lips. A hand comes up to squeeze your tit, fingernails dragging against the lace as you lean into the camera and smile sweetly.

“hi ghost - i missed you.”

His belt hits the floor before you finish your sentence.

Your voice is thick like honey, laced with desire that Simon is convinced was meant just for him. The vibrator begins to move again, pressing into your wet core with a little squelch as you mewl out in pleasure.

He follows your pace, eyes fixated on the pink toy that dips in and out of your little pussy. It stretches you, pushing against your folds and humming against you.

Simon is messily jerking himself off as you roll your hips against the vibrator, letting soft pleas fall from your lips. He spits on the tip of his cock, palm rubbing it against his shaft as he grunts happily. The slick and lazy strokes mirror the way you rub the vibrator greedily against your clit, thighs parting like the gates of heaven.

He wants in.

When you pull the toy away from you, the sound of your dripping cunt follows along with it. You wiggle closer to the camera, eyes blown out with pleasure as you press the pink toy into your mouth and lick. Tongue sloppy, eyes rolling in ecstasy and hips bucking against the pillow underneath you.

$300 from Ghost_Stalker

-i missed you more princess. missed your pretty little pussy.

“prove it,” you challenge.

His head slams against the back of the chair, cock covered in his spit as the sounds of your soft laughter that plays from his screen. He bucks his hips up with his movements, imagining that your body is curled around him and bouncing on his lap.

Your nails would drag against his skin, leaving harsh red lines in their wake as he’d let his hand fly to your ass with a sickening smack.

You’d jump, grinding your mound into him with desperation as your perky tits rub against his chest. Simon imagines himself nipping, licking and biting at them, his dick throbbing at the way you’d drool out his name.

In his dreams, you’re an obedient little slut. Ever a tease, you’d bounce on his dick one minute and beg for a kiss the next. He’d wrap his hand around your throat, choking you until you’re seeing stars and begging him for more.

You’re chatting away with sleazy men who can’t afford you, and it makes Simon enraged. It’s him who matters. It’s him who should have your attention. It’s him who you should open your legs for. His stroking gets aggressive, jaw set and hardened as you blow kisses and make false promises. Simon is rubbing himself raw, his free hand going to cup his balls and gently squeeze.

And then someone asks you where you got your cute little outfit. And like the vixen you are, you smile sweetly into the camera and push your tits together.

“Oh? these? they were a gift from someone special.”

And it’s true. He’s your favorite. He’s the one who you’re dreaming of - and it’s embarrassing to pine after a man you’ve never met. But it’s washed away by the burning desire to please him. Only him.

He’s trying so hard to hang on. To regain some sense of normalcy as his dick continues to twitch and warmth spreads throughout his body like an inferno. His eyes are trained on your curves, the way you’ve got a smile lighting your face up as your hips grind into the soft pillow below you. He’s slapping the tip of his dick against his abdomen, letting the beads of precum splat against his skin and forever stain him a sinner.

Here he goes again, thinking with his dick.

$500 from Ghost_Stalker

-put on a good show for daddy.

And you do. The red lace has been slipped off of you, tossed to the side as you reach over and off the screen to grab something. A perfect angle of your tits in full view. Simon follows every movement. He licks his lips in anticipation, stomach heavy with desire.

You sheepishly pull the dildo out, smacking it against your outstretched tongue and dipping a hand between your legs. Dripping, wet beyond comprehension and Simon is lucky enough to watch as you curl your fingers inside your pussy and mewl.

His hips are rutting up, hand fisting his cock in desperation as you suck on the dildo while fingerfucking yourself. His chest is tight, sweat glistening against his skin while he watches intensely. So fucking wet.

You hope he’s watching. You’re praying that he’s jerking off to the sight of you. That you’re both staring up at the ceiling, eyes searching for the constellations that brought you together when the stars aligned.

Is it wrong? To want something that you’ve never known?

Simon can tell you’re becoming undone. You always get riled up with his words, eyes full of excitement as he showers you with attention every stream. In his fantasy, Simon thinks you wished that your delicate fingers were his. That you wanted him to slowly rub at your bud of nerves and press his fingers into your cunt. And then he’d have you sit on his cock and make him watch as he licked his fingers clean.

He can’t help himself when you’re like this, messy and needy on screen with your wet pussy smearing against the pillow that he wishes was his face. You’re whining and panting, fingers dipping in and out of your core as Simon picks up the pace and lets the heat travel up his skin and light him ablaze. Your voice is music to his ears.

“i’m so close- fuck. please, i- gonna cum.”

When you climax, your chest is heaving and a layer of sweat has covered your soft skin. Your hands are dancing across your soft tits, twisting at your hardened nipples that all but scream bite me. He’s smearing more spit all over himself, breath coming out in short pants and eyes dark and heavy.

The dildo rests against your folds, almost as if it’s taunting him. And so what if he blows all him money in one night? It’s going to a good cause - at least, that’s what he’s convinced himself.

$2500 from Ghost_Stalker

-again.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth at the message, ignoring the chat as it blows up at the extra show. You’re already eager, smacking the tip of the dildo against your folds and rolling your hips upwards.

“a little desperate tonight? i don’t mind - anything for daddy”

It takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. Simon feels like he’s died and been reborn. Like a siren has sung him to a peaceful sleep. Like the explanations for his bank statements are worth it. And when you press the tip of the toy into your dripping wet hole, it feels like Simon can practically smell your sickeningly sweet pussy.

He thinks it smells like candy.

You wince at every inch of silicone that slides into you. Your thighs are trembling, an arm propping yourself up as you whine and mewl like his favorite little kitten. The camera is shaking from your movements, head hung back in ecstasy as you bottom out the dildo and sigh happily.

Such a dirty slut, Simon muses. So nasty. At this point, his strokes are quick and methodical. Tugging at his tip that’s still producing precum, almost as if it’s desperate for release. His balls ache, his eyebrows are knitted in concentration and his abs are tight with anticipation.

“m’ so wet,” you gasp, the sounds of your pussy flitting against the dildo playing on repeat in Simon’s mind. Your thighs are spread fully, and your pillowy tits are jiggling with the movement of you fucking yourself. “are you watching?”

There’s a frenzy in the chat, a hundred eager men thinking that your words are meant for them. You raise yourself to your knees, angling to toy to press against your folds as you bite your lip. “i bet you are. guess what?” You breathe, eyes twinkling with mischief. “i wish you were here.”

Oh, how wrong they were.

He's close. The edge that he’s built is about to fall beneath him, collapse into a million pieces while you get drunk off the way the dildo slips in and out of you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and your chest is heaving, lungs struggling to take in air as you climb that high once more.

You whine and beg to yourself. Simon curses and lets his hips snap up against his stroking. His cock is unbearably hard, skin tingling with the sensation of pure lust that consumes him. You bounce and grind on the dildo with need, hair falling back against your bare shoulders as Simon drinks in every ounce of you.

Legs shaking, tits bouncing and hands coming up to play with your nipples, you look like a goddess. He’s never been so entranced, so enthralled and so obsessed. The way your nails dig into your skin, squeals of pleasure ripping through your stomach as you cum around the toy. You roll your hips greedily, savoring the orgasm and rubbing quick circles against your clit.

It’s all that it takes to have him squeezing the tip of his cock and shooting hot cum all over his stomach. It’s shameful, pathetic and downright heavenly. He promises that he’ll never cum to anyone but you.

The overstimulation has you reeling, chest heaving and eyes watering in excitement as a wave of pure bliss is crashing against you. The chat is singing praises to you, falling on deaf ears as you lazily still your hips and lean forward - dildo still firmly shoved in your pussy.

“are you satisfied?” You ask innocently. No, never. You don’t say his screen name, but it doesn’t matter, he knows it’s him you’re talking to. He knows by the way you slide off the toy, hair sticking to your skin as you slip on the red lace as a sign that the shows coming to an end. He knows by the way you dip your fingers between your wet folds, gathering the sticky cum around your digits - before you lick it off them like such a good girl.

He has to have you.

$5000 from Ghost_Stalker

-i’ll double it if you do it again

[reidmarieprentiss]

Wasteland, Baby!

Summary: We learn a little about reader's past, Spencer tries (and succeeds) to get back in her good graces. Happy ending!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff

Warnings/Includes: bad past relationships, past cheating, pregnancy (not reader), getting broken up with, divorced parents, past hooking up with strangers, alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk, mild depression, time jumps, penelope garcia being the best person alive, derek morgan saving the day

Word count: 10.3k

a/n: final installment of Too Sweet!! i know they're a mess but i love these twooo might give them some blurbs in the future <33 thank you so much to everyone reading! your comments and interactions seriously motivate me to write sooo much faster and make my heart burst!!

main masterlist

part one part two

Flashback…

You sat there, the rim of your glass resting against your lips as you drained the last of your drink. The burn of the alcohol was distant, almost nonexistent—just like everything else these days. The numbness had long since taken over, seeping into every part of your life, leaving you cold and detached. You chased sensations, tried to force yourself to feel something, anything, but nothing worked. Not the new piercings that adorned your skin, not the tattoo etched into your flesh, not even the alcohol that should have brought warmth, or the rage rooms where you shattered objects in a futile attempt to break through the void.

Work had once been your refuge, a security blanket that made you feel capable and strong. Military intelligence had given you purpose, a clear path forward. But now even that had become a nightmare, as Jackson had managed to ruin yet another thing you loved. The betrayal cut deep, but even that pain had dulled, leaving only a hollow ache in its place.

“Y/N… you should go home,” the bartender, Drew, said with a shake of their head. They had seen you here night after night, watching as you spiraled deeper into whatever darkness had taken hold of you.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” you slurred, the words bitter on your tongue. The thought of the apartment you had shared with Jackson twisted like a knife in your gut. He was there right now, with his fiance—your replacement. All your things were still there while you slept in a cheap motel that barely felt real. He got the apartment, the girl, the job, and all you got was a long bar tab.

Drew’s expression softened with pity, but before they could say anything, a deep, smooth voice cut through the haze.

“Hey, beautiful, you can come home with me,” the stranger called out, his tone dripping with confidence. His voice was like honey, dark and rich, promising the kind of escape you craved.

You looked up, eyes narrowing as you focused on him—tall, broad shoulders, a chiseled jawline, and eyes that gleamed with something dangerous, something alluring. He was exactly what you needed: a distraction, a thrill, something to make you forget for just a little while.

And thus began the one thing that finally brought feeling back into your world.

You pushed the glass aside and slid off the barstool, unsteady but determined. The stranger’s smirk grew as you approached him, his hand reaching out to guide you out of the bar. The warmth of his touch was electric, a spark in the darkness that reminded you that you were still alive, still capable of feeling—if only for tonight.

You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t care. All that mattered was the fire he ignited within you, the way his presence chased away the numbness that had plagued you for so long. It was reckless, it was dangerous, but it was exactly what you needed. The emptiness was too much to bear, and if he could fill it, even for just a moment, you were willing to take that chance.

As you left the bar, wrapped in the stranger’s arm, the world blurred around you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t consumed by the void. The thrill, the anticipation—it was enough to make you feel alive again, even if it was fleeting.

—

Present 

The team was gathered around the round table, JJ had just finished briefing everyone, her voice steady as she laid out the grim details. As the discussion continued, Emily’s brow furrowed as she reviewed the case file in front of her, something sparking a memory.

“This reminds me of the Atlanta case… Hotch, do you know what department Y/N is in? I want to ask her a question about that case file,” Emily said, her eyes still scanning the paperwork.

Hotch’s expression remained neutral as he answered. “She’s not here right now. You can get the file from the archives if you need.”

Penelope immediately picked up on the shift in tone. Her concern was evident as she asked, “Where is she?”

Hotch didn’t hesitate, his response professional and matter-of-fact. “I wasn’t made aware of the specifics. She’s on a leave of absence.”

Emily looked up, her curiosity piqued. “Do you know how long she’ll be gone?”

Hotch’s gaze was steady as he replied, “I do not. Why don’t you call her if you’re concerned? But let’s stay focused. This isn’t pertinent to the case at hand.”

The room fell into a brief, awkward silence, the unspoken questions lingering in the air. The team exchanged glances, sensing that there was more to the story, but knowing better than to press further. Hotch’s tone made it clear that they needed to get back to the task at hand, and so they did, though the concern for your absence lingered in the back of their minds.

—

“Spencer,” Penelope’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the break room, startling him.

“Ah! You scared me, Garcia,” Spencer exclaimed, nearly dropping his mug.

She didn’t smile or laugh at his reaction, her expression unusually serious as she approached him. “How did it feel?” she asked pointedly, her voice carrying a sharp edge.

Spencer blinked, confused. “What?”

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” she taunted, using the same words he had cruelly thrown at you.

Realization dawned on Spencer, and a wave of anxiety washed over him. “Penelope, what are you talking about?” he stammered, already dreading where this conversation was headed.

Penelope’s eyes narrowed, her tone full of disappointment. “I heard you, Spencer. I held Y/N as she cried. I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but that was a nasty scene. And I am seriously disappointed in you.”

Spencer winced, guilt twisting his insides. “I know… I messed up.”

“No kidding,” Penelope shot back, crossing her arms. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. He had been so caught up in his own anger and hurt that he hadn’t considered the consequences of his actions.

“Well, you’d better figure it out,” Penelope said firmly. “Because this isn’t like you, Spencer. You’re better than this, and she deserves better than what you did.”

Spencer nodded, feeling the weight of her words. He knew she was right, and the guilt gnawed at him, but he was at a loss for how to make things right. As Penelope turned to leave, he was left standing there, staring into his now-cold cup of coffee, wondering how he could possibly begin to fix the mess he had made.

—

Flashback…

“Hey, hey, are you alright?” an unfamiliar voice asked, cutting through the quiet of your tearful moment.

You sniffled, wiping your nose before looking up to see a stranger standing in front of you. “Yeah, thanks,” you mumbled, trying to pull yourself together.

“I’m Jackson,” the man introduced himself with a soft smile, gesturing toward the bench you were sitting on. “Can I sit?”

You hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged, scooting over slightly. “I guess.”

Jackson took a seat beside you, giving you space but not too much. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

You eyed him suspiciously, your guard still up. “Is this a thing for you? Talking to crying girls on benches?”

He looked genuinely taken aback, holding up his hands defensively. “What? No, of course not. You just… you’re so pretty, too pretty to cry.”

You shot him a skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, the sound warm and easy. “That was really bad, huh?”

“Yeah, it was really bad.” You deadpanned, expression unchanging. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it worse.” Jackson cringed, his face morphing into one of mild embarrassment and regret.

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “No, no. It’s… it’s fine.” You heaved a big sigh, the weight of your emotions still heavy on your chest. “My, um, my partner… they just dumped me.”

Jackson’s expression softened with sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry. How long were you together?”

“Three years,” you replied, your voice shaky. “We started dating right out of high school.”

“Wow,” he said, clearly surprised. “And they just… ended it?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, the pain of the breakup still fresh.

Jackson hesitated for a moment before offering, “Do you need a hug?”

You narrowed your eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood despite your sadness. “Depends… are you going to kill me?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Promise I won’t hurt you.”

You gave a small nod, and before you knew it, Jackson wrapped his arms around you in a comforting embrace. It was unexpected, but in that moment, it was exactly what you needed.

—

Present 

“Hey, Hotch,” Spencer called out, picking up his pace to catch up to his unit chief as they walked through the hallway.

Hotch turned his head slightly, acknowledging Spencer as he fell in step beside him. “What’s up?”

“Do you happen to know when Agent Y/L/N will be back?” Spencer asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Hotch glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright, thanks,” Spencer replied, nodding as he looked down, feeling a bit deflated.

But Hotch wasn’t one to let things go so easily. “Why are you asking?” he inquired, his tone measured.

Spencer hesitated, searching for a reasonable explanation. “Just… have a question for her.”

Hotch gave him a considering look. “Get her number from Penelope. I’m sure she can answer any question you have that way.”

“Yeah…” Spencer trailed off, clearly not thrilled with the suggestion. He knew he could easily get your contact information, but after everything that had happened, the idea of reaching out to you directly felt daunting. Still, he gave Hotch a small nod of acknowledgment before the unit chief walked away, leaving Spencer to wrestle with the uncertainty gnawing at him.

—

Spencer knocked lightly on Penelope’s door frame, his nerves evident in the way he hesitated before speaking. “Garcia, can I come in?”

“I’m mad at you,” Penelope replied, not looking up from her computer, her tone sharp. “Enter at your own risk.”

Spencer nodded but stepped inside anyway, taking a cautious seat across from her desk. “Could you give me Y/N’s number?”

“Absolutely not,” Penelope said immediately, her voice firm. “You’ve done enough to that poor girl.”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably. “I thought you wanted me to fix things?”

“I do,” Penelope said, finally turning to face him. “But getting her number from someone else is tacky.”

“What should I do then?” Spencer asked, genuinely at a loss.

Penelope eyed him for a moment, considering. “I don’t know, Spencer. You could go to her apartment, make a grand gesture.”

“Okay… but why would I make a grand gesture? Can’t I just say sorry?”

Penelope sighed, her frustration clear. “Did you see the same woman I did? She was broken, Spencer. Whatever is going on between you two cannot be solved by a simple ‘sorry.’”

Spencer sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I tell you something in confidence, Garcia?”

Penelope narrowed her eyes but nodded. Despite her anger, she would never betray his trust. “I suppose.”

Spencer took a deep breath, the words coming out more slowly than he intended. “Y/N and I… well, we were intimate after the Doctor Who convention.”

“I knew it!” Penelope exclaimed, her eyes widening.

“What? How?” Spencer asked, startled.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, waving off his question. “Continue.”

“Alright… Well, it was an amazing night. The whole day, really. We got along so well. But then when I woke up, in her apartment, mind you, I was alone with just a note asking me to lock the door. And then she showed up here acting like she didn’t know who I was.”

Penelope’s expression softened slightly, her earlier anger giving way to understanding. “Spencer… that explains a lot.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” Spencer admitted, his voice quiet. “I don’t know why she left or why she’s been avoiding me. And then I just got so angry, and I took it out on her… I know I shouldn’t have, but I was hurt.”

Penelope leaned back in her chair, considering his words. “Spencer, it sounds like you both have a lot of unresolved feelings. But if you want to fix this, you need to do more than just apologize. You need to show her that you care, that you’re willing to put in the effort to make things right.”

Spencer nodded slowly, taking in her advice. “I just… I don’t know where to start.”

Penelope offered him a small, sympathetic smile. “Start by being honest with her. Tell her how you feel, what you’ve been going through. And if you really want to make it right, maybe that grand gesture isn’t such a bad idea after all.”

Spencer nodded again, this time with more determination. “Okay. I’ll figure something out.”

Penelope watched him leave, a hint of hope in her heart that maybe, just maybe, Spencer could make things right with you—if he was willing to put in the effort.

—

You were curled up on your couch, surrounded by a sea of crumpled tissues, the remnants of countless tearful nights. Your eyes were puffy and red, evidence of the endless crying sessions that had consumed your days since you took a leave of absence from work. In your hands, you held a photo album, the pages heavy with memories that now felt more like burdens than treasures.

The album had been a gift from Jackson’s mom for your fifth anniversary, a thoughtful compilation of your relationship’s most cherished moments. At the time, you had been so sure it was a precursor to something bigger, something life-changing. You had even found the ring hidden away in Jackson’s things, and your heart had soared with the hope that he was going to propose. But that hope had been cruelly dashed when you learned the truth—that ring wasn’t for you. It was for Jessica, the girl he’d been sleeping with on the side, the girl who had taken your place in his life.

The betrayal was like a knife in your chest, twisting deeper with every memory you revisited. Each photo, each smiling face, felt like a lie now. You had loved him, trusted him, and in return, he had shattered you. It wasn’t just the loss of Jackson that haunted you, though. There was Margo too, the one who had left you first, making you doubt your worth, your ability to be loved, leading you into the arms of Jackson. Literally. And then there was Spencer.

You had tried so hard to keep Spencer at arm’s length, to protect yourself from another heartbreak. But despite your best efforts, he had weaseled his way into your heart. You had let your guard down, just a little, and in return, he had crushed you, just like everyone else. At least Spencer had been quick about it, you thought bitterly. Over and done with in a single, devastating blow.

Your chief had been kind enough to grant you a leave of absence, requiring little explanation. You were a diligent worker, always going above and beyond, and in their words, you deserved a break. But this break had turned into something else—a time to mourn, to dissect everything that had gone wrong in your life. You replayed every failed relationship in your mind, trying to figure out where you had gone wrong, why you were always the one left behind.

But the answers didn’t come, only more tears and more heartache. The memories in the photo album blurred as your eyes filled with fresh tears. You had thought Jackson was the one, that you were finally going to have the life you’d always dreamed of. But now, that dream was gone, replaced by the harsh reality that you were alone, yet again.

And Spencer… you couldn’t deny the sting of that particular wound. You had pushed him away, trying to protect yourself, but in the end, it hadn’t mattered. He had hurt you anyway, and now you were left wondering if you would ever truly be able to trust someone again.

As you sat there on your couch, surrounded by the remnants of your broken heart, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever get better. Or if this was just the way it would always be—endlessly hoping, endlessly disappointed.

—

A knock on the door pulled you from the haze of your crying-induced slumber. You blinked, disoriented and groggy, not expecting anyone. At first, you tried to ignore it, assuming it was just a delivery person or maybe a neighbor. But the knocking persisted, growing more insistent. With a groan, you rolled off the couch, reluctantly dragging yourself to the door. You swung it open, puffy face and all, prepared to shoo away whoever was there.

Instead, you were met with the concerned face of Penelope Garcia. “Oh honey, come here,” she said, her voice soft and full of warmth as she immediately pulled you into a much-needed hug.

The floodgates opened again, and you found yourself crying into her shoulder, the weight of everything pouring out of you. Penelope held you tightly, rubbing your back and murmuring soothing words as you let it all out. Once you had cried yourself dry, she gently guided you back to the couch, making sure you were comfortable before she began tidying up the mess of tissues and empty mugs scattered around.

Penelope busied herself in the kitchen, making you a cup of tea, the comforting sounds of her movements a balm to your frayed nerves. When she returned, she handed you the warm mug and sat beside you, her hand resting on your knee in a gesture of quiet support.

“Pen… you really didn’t have to do all of this,” you said, your voice hoarse from all the crying.

“I know I don’t have to,” she replied, her tone firm but kind. “I want to.”

You managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. You’re a really good friend.”

Penelope smiled back, squeezing your knee. “I’m always here for you, sweetie. Do you want to tell me what’s got you in such a mess?”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Me,” you said, the words tinged with self-deprecation. “I’m the problem.”

“I know that’s not true,” Penelope countered gently. She picked up the photo album from the coffee table, the one you had been staring at for hours. “Who is this?”

And so, for the next few hours, you told Penelope everything. You started from the beginning, recounting the pain of your parents’ divorce and how it had shaped your views on love and trust. You told her about your first relationship with Margo, how it had ended so abruptly and left you feeling lost. You explained how Jackson had swooped in that same day, picking up the pieces, only to shatter you even more five years later when he cheated on you and ruined the life you had built together.

You confessed how, after Jackson, you had spiraled, sleeping with random people just to feel something, anything. The emptiness had consumed you until you met Spencer, and for the first time in a long while, you had actually felt something real. But even that had ended in heartbreak, leaving you more confused and hurt than ever before.

Penelope listened intently, never interrupting, just letting you get it all out. When you finally finished, you felt drained but also a little lighter, as if sharing your burden had eased some of the weight on your shoulders.

Penelope looked at you with compassion in her eyes. “You’ve been through so much, Y/N. It’s no wonder you’re feeling like this. But you’re not alone, okay? You have people who care about you, who want to help you through this.”

You nodded, feeling the truth in her words. For the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could get better. And with Penelope by your side, you knew you didn’t have to face it all alone.

—

Spencer was struggling, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions that he couldn’t quite reconcile. He knew what he had done wasn’t okay—it was uncalled for, cruel even. But despite that knowledge, there was a part of him that felt vindicated. After all, you had hurt him first. In his mind, that gave him a reason, however flimsy, to lash out.

He knew it was an extremely childish and lame excuse, but he was grasping for straws, trying to justify his actions to himself. The rational part of him recognized that his behavior had been immature and unprofessional, but the wounded part of him clung to the idea that you deserved it. You had made him feel abandoned and discarded, so why shouldn’t he make you feel the same?

But as much as he tried to convince himself that he was in the right, the guilt lingered. Spencer had always prided himself on being better than this—better than petty revenge, better than letting his emotions get the best of him. And yet, here he was, refusing to apologize, holding onto his hurt like a shield to protect himself from the vulnerability that had already been exposed.

The truth was, Spencer didn’t want to apologize. Not yet. Because apologizing meant admitting that he had overreacted, that he had let his feelings dictate his actions in a way that was unbecoming of him. It meant acknowledging that he had hurt you, just as you had hurt him, and that scared him. It was easier to stay angry, to keep the wall up between you, than to face the messy emotions lying beneath the surface.

But deep down, he knew that this wasn’t sustainable. He couldn’t keep holding onto his grudge, not if he wanted to move forward. The tension was eating away at him, and no matter how much he tried to justify his actions, the truth was undeniable: you both had hurt each other, and the only way to heal was to confront it head-on.

Yet, for now, Spencer was stuck in limbo, torn between the desire to hold onto his pride and the nagging realization that he needed to make things right. 

—

The atmosphere on the jet was warm and filled with camaraderie as the team reminisced about their time together, particularly the time they had spent with you while JJ was on maternity leave.

“JJ, you would have loved her,” Derek said, a nostalgic smile on his face as he recalled your time on the team.

“I did get to meet her briefly before I went on leave!” JJ replied happily. “She was so sweet. I’m glad she was a good fit while I was gone.”

“Yeah, of course, we’re all so happy you’re back,” Emily added, gazing lovingly at JJ. “But if you need a break, you know who to send!”

Spencer sat quietly at the back of the jet, watching his teammates share fond memories of you as they traveled home from their first case with JJ back on the team. Everyone seemed to miss your positive attitude and bright presence—especially Spencer. Not that he was going to admit that, not even to himself.

During a video chat with Penelope, Derek’s curiosity got the better of him. “Garcia, you went and saw her this week, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I did,” Penelope confirmed, though her voice held a note of hesitation.

“Oh! How is she?” Emily asked excitedly.

Penelope paused, trying to tread carefully. “Um, she’s holding up,” she said, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie.

“Did something happen?” Derek asked, concern etched on his face. He had grown to care about you and was worried about what might be going on.

“Just some… personal things. She’ll be okay,” Penelope assured them, though her words did little to ease the tension.

Hotch, always the pragmatist, jumped in. “Did she say when she’ll be back? Emily and Spencer expressed interest in her help on previous cases.”

Everyone’s attention shifted to Spencer at that remark, surprised by Hotch’s comment. As far as they knew, Spencer wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. What they didn’t realize was that Spencer had asked Hotch about you in private, hoping for answers he didn’t want to admit he was seeking.

“No, she didn’t mention when she’ll be back to work,” Penelope replied, trying to sound casual.

The conversation eventually moved on, but Spencer stayed quiet, lost in his own thoughts. The knowledge that you weren’t doing well gnawed at him. Guilt tightened its grip on his heart. God, I’m an asshole, he thought bitterly.

Back at Quantico, Derek wasted no time. He cornered Spencer as soon as they got off the jet. “Reid, can I talk to you for a sec?” Derek’s tone left no room for refusal.

“Yeah, what’s up, Morgan?” Spencer replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Walk with me,” Derek said, leading the way to the break room, which was thankfully empty at that time of the evening. Once they were inside, Derek didn’t waste any time. “Do you remember telling me nothing was going on between you and Y/N?”

Spencer gulped, his throat suddenly dry as he realized where this conversation was headed. He could feel Derek’s eyes boring into him, the weight of his scrutiny heavy. “Uh-huh,” Spencer managed to get out, his voice tense.

Derek didn’t miss a beat, his expression unwavering as he leaned in slightly, his tone flat and unyielding. “I call bullshit.”

Spencer’s heart rate kicked up a notch, his mind scrambling for a way out of this. “Wh—what do you mean?” he stammered, trying to keep his composure even as his anxiety began to spike.

Derek crossed his arms, his gaze steady and unflinching. “You’re being weird, Reid. More so than usual.”

Spencer could feel the heat rising in his face, a flush of embarrassment mixed with frustration. He rolled his eyes, attempting to deflect with a weak jab. “Thanks,” he muttered, though he knew it wouldn’t be enough to throw Derek off the scent.

But Derek wasn’t letting it go, and Spencer knew he was cornered. The truth was about to come out, whether he was ready for it or not.

“I just mean that you’ve been moody, distant, grumpy. You snap at people, question Hotch. Anytime Y/N’s name is brought up, you get all twitchy, and you think we don’t notice, but we do. What happened, man?”

Spencer sighed, knowing he was caught. Stupid profilers. He realized there was no use trying to hide it anymore. Maybe if he confided in someone else, he could get some advice. Garcia was too biased, after all.

“Well, uh… we slept together before she started.”

“Whoa. Didn’t see that coming,” Derek admitted, clearly taken aback.

“Yeah. And she… she ditched me in the morning. In her own apartment. Never heard from her again until she showed up here.”

“Shit, man, really?”

“Mhm. I was so mad at her. She was acting like nothing happened, like she didn’t know me. So when we got that assignment in the club, I saw my opportunity, and I took it.”

Derek’s expression grew serious. “What did you do, Reid?”

“I… I used her,” Spencer confessed, his voice small.

Derek’s eyes widened in shock as he processed what Spencer had just revealed. “What? How?” Derek asked, his voice laced with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend that Spencer, of all people, had done something so out of character.

Spencer swallowed hard, the weight of his actions pressing down on him. “That night… after the club… I went to her hotel room, and we… slept together. Again,” he admitted, his voice faltering slightly. “But this time… I left her.”

Derek stared at Spencer, the silence heavy between them. When he finally spoke, his tone was filled with disappointment. “That’s cold, man,” Derek said, shaking his head slowly, the disapproval clear in his voice. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing—this wasn’t the Spencer Reid he knew.

“I know,” Spencer replied quietly, his guilt evident. He looked down, unable to meet Derek’s gaze, the shame of his actions gnawing at him. He had crossed a line, and he knew it. 

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Derek pressed.

Spencer nodded, his shame overwhelming. “When we got back here, everyone was gone—at least, I thought they were—except Y/N. And I—I went up to her and said some nasty things. Letting her know I did it on purpose.”

“Reid… who are you?” Derek asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“I don’t know!” Spencer admitted, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this before, and I feel so terrible. I don’t know how to fix it.”

Derek stared at Spencer, disbelief etched across his features. "Can you fix it? That’s fucked up, man."

Spencer’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his actions pressing down on him. “Yeah, I’m not sure,” he whispered, his voice thick with regret and self-loathing. He couldn’t meet Derek’s gaze, the shame too overwhelming.

Derek sighed, his mind working to piece together the situation. “You said someone else was there?” he asked, his tone cautious as he tried to understand the full scope of what had happened.

“Penelope,” Spencer confirmed, the word coming out almost as a sigh. 

Derek’s eyes widened slightly. “And she didn’t tell me? I’m gonna have to spank her,” he muttered, shaking his head, though his voice lacked its usual playfulness. 

“She told me to fix things,” Spencer continued, his voice trembling slightly. “I guess Y/N was a mess.”

“I bet she was,” Derek said, his tone softening with a mixture of sympathy for you and disappointment in Spencer. 

“But I don’t know how,” Spencer admitted, his frustration evident. He was desperate to make things right, but he was lost, unsure of where to even begin.

Derek’s expression grew stern, his disappointment clear. “Honestly, Reid, you’re on your own with this one. I’d love to help, but… I’m really disappointed in you.” His words were blunt, but they needed to be. Spencer had crossed a line, and Derek wasn’t going to sugarcoat that. 

Spencer nodded, tears finally spilling over as he realized just how badly he had screwed things up.

Derek’s expression softened slightly. “I still love you, and I want you to make it better, but I wouldn’t blame her for not forgiving you.”

“I know,” Spencer whispered, his voice barely audible as he grappled with the weight of his actions.

—

After Penelope’s visit, you really tried to pull yourself together. Knowing that you had a friend who was willing to show up, help, and listen just because they cared was enough to get you off the couch. It was a reminder that you weren’t as alone as you felt, that there were people who genuinely cared about your well-being. That realization gave you the strength to take the first steps toward healing.

You began by slowly cleaning your apartment, reclaiming your space from the chaos that had taken over. The simple act of tidying up felt like a small victory, a sign that you were starting to regain control. You indulged in some much-needed self-care—long baths, good food, and moments of quiet reflection. It was during these moments of solitude that you finally allowed yourself to confront the emotions you had been avoiding.

In the end, you came to a few important realizations. Yes, you did like Spencer more than you had anticipated, more than you had wanted to admit to yourself. But he had hurt you, and that pain couldn’t be ignored. You wondered if you could ever trust him again, and whether you were willing to take that risk. After much contemplation, you decided that it was time to be the bigger person. You needed to apologize to Spencer, to acknowledge your part in the situation, and to put it all behind you so that you could move forward—both professionally and personally.

However, the thought of facing Spencer in person was daunting. It felt like too much, too fast. You had already done more personal growth in the past few days than you had in years, and you weren’t quite ready for that kind of confrontation. So, you chose the next best route: writing a letter. It was a way to express yourself honestly without the pressure of a face-to-face conversation.

You took a deep breath and began to write.

Spencer—

Clearly, we have let things get too far, and we are both to blame for that. I’m sorry that I initially approached you and started things up between us. And I am sorry for leaving you that morning; I was so used to avoiding intimacy that when I felt a spark with you, I ran instead of confronting it. That was my mistake, and you did not deserve that.

I was unaware that you had felt something as well. Had I known, I would have talked to you sooner instead of facing you with pure professionalism.

As for our last case, let’s just forget about it and put it behind us. I want to be able to work together in the future and not hold any grudges if that is okay with you.

I hope you can forgive me. I’m sorry, Spencer.

Y/N

You read the letter over a few times, making sure it said everything you needed it to. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest, and that was what mattered. You hoped that by reaching out, you could begin to mend the rift between you and Spencer, even if it was just enough to work together without the weight of the past hanging over you.

With the letter finished, you carefully folded it and placed it in an envelope. As you sealed it, you felt a small sense of relief. Whatever happened next, at least you had taken the first step. The rest was up to Spencer.

—

Returning to work the next week, you felt a renewed sense of purpose. The time off had done you some good, giving you the space to process everything that had happened and to refocus on what mattered. You were ready to dive back into the work that you loved, ready to face whatever challenges came your way—bad guys and all.

But before you could truly settle in, there was one task you needed to take care of. You arrived at the office extra early, the halls still quiet and the lights dim. You moved through the bullpen with a sense of stealth, hoping to avoid any of your early-rising colleagues. The letter to Spencer was safely tucked into your bag, and you were determined to drop it off on his desk without anyone noticing.

You approached his workspace, heart pounding slightly as you pulled the envelope out and set it down. You took a moment to look around, ensuring you were alone, before placing it neatly on top of the stack of papers already waiting for him. The envelope stood out against the manila folders, a small but significant gesture.

You didn’t know how or if you’d hear back from Spencer. Part of you wondered if he’d read it and simply brush it aside, or if he’d respond in some way. But regardless of the outcome, you felt a sense of closure just knowing that you had reached out, that you had done your part to clear the air. Whatever happened next was in his hands.

With the letter delivered, you headed to your own desk, ready to start the day. There was work to be done, cases to solve, and while the tension with Spencer might still linger, you were determined not to let it hold you back. For now, you would focus on what you did best—being a valuable member of the team and making a difference in the world.

—

Spencer walked into work as usual, his routine in full swing as he slung his bag over the back of his chair. But something on his desk caught his eye—a white envelope with his name written on it in a familiar handwriting. He froze, recognition dawning on him. It looked just like the writing on the note you’d left him that morning at your apartment.

His heart pounded as he quickly opened the envelope, unfolding the letter inside. As he read your words, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach. You thought you were to blame? Spencer’s guilt surged, hitting him like a tidal wave. He had been angry and hurt when you left him, but now, realizing how much pain he had caused you in return, he felt even more like an asshole than before. This wouldn’t do at all. Spencer couldn’t stand the thought of you carrying the blame for what had happened between you two.

He knew he had to find you—now. He needed to make things right.

Without wasting another second, Spencer made a beeline for Penelope’s lair. He found her surrounded by her monitors, fingers flying over the keys.

“Garcia,” he began, trying to catch his breath, “do you know what department Y/N is in? I need to talk to her, apologize.”

Penelope turned to him, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Counterterrorism.”

“Thank you!” Spencer replied, already turning on his heel to head toward the elevator.

He punched the button for your floor, his nerves growing with each passing second. The setup was similar to their own, and it didn’t take him long to find the cluster of desks where you were stationed. He spotted someone he recognized—Jordan—and hurried over.

“Jordan, is Y/N here?” Spencer asked, trying not to sound too frantic.

“Uh, hello to you too, Spencer. Yeah, she’s in her office,” Jordan replied with a bemused smile.

“Thanks!” Spencer said quickly, making his way to the office with your name on the door. He paused outside, taking a deep breath to steady himself before knocking.

“Come in,” he heard your voice call from inside.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, feeling a rush of emotions as you looked up from your desk. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise before your expression quickly shifted to one of neutral professionalism.

“Hello, Doctor Reid. Can I help you?” you asked kindly, though there was a distance in your tone that made Spencer’s heart sink.

“You should have never apologized to me,” Spencer blurted out, unable to hold back.

You blinked, confused. “I’m sorry?”

“No, no, I mean—I should be the one apologizing,” Spencer clarified, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I was the jerk. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Spencer…” you began, but he could see the weariness in your eyes. “It’s over. Let’s let the past be the past.”

“No!” Spencer’s voice was more forceful than he intended, and he took a step closer to your desk. “I don’t want to push it aside. I want to talk about it. I want to fix things between us.”

You seemed taken aback by his intensity. “Why?”

“Because I care about you. I like you,” Spencer admitted, his voice softening as he finally voiced what he had been keeping inside.

“Oh,” was all you managed to say, your own emotions conflicting.

“Yeah,” Spencer let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I was kind of hoping you’d say you liked me too.”

You hesitated, glancing down at the papers on your desk before looking back up at him. “Oh, well, um, can we talk? After work? I’m really busy right now,” you said, your tone apologetic.

Spencer felt a pang of defeat, the familiar sting of rejection threatening to surface again. But he nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yeah, do you want to come to mine?”

“No,” you shook your head gently. “How about we just talk here? Can you come back around 6?”

“Okay,” Spencer agreed, though the sinking feeling in his chest didn’t quite go away as he turned to leave your office. 

As he walked back to his own floor, he couldn’t help but worry about what the conversation would bring. But he knew one thing for certain—he wasn’t going to let this chance to fix things between you slip through his fingers. Not again.

—

When Spencer returned to the bullpen, he immediately noticed Derek standing in the doorway to Penelope’s office. The two of them seemed deep in conversation, their body language tense. Spencer’s gut told him they were talking about him—he could feel it. The atmosphere had shifted, and when Derek glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Spencer, his suspicions were confirmed.

Spencer knew he couldn’t avoid this, so he gathered what little pride he had left and walked over to them, trying to appear more composed than he felt.

“Baby girl here tells me you went to see Y/N?” Derek asked the moment Spencer stepped inside the office, his tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Yeah, I tried to apologize,” Spencer admitted, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

“Tried?” Penelope’s voice was softer than it had been earlier, her concern for both of you evident.

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She left me a note this morning. It was on my desk when I got here. She took responsibility for everything that happened, asked if we could forgive and forget. I felt so awful because I’m the one who made a mess of everything. So I went to go tell her that, but she asked me to come back after work because she’s busy.”

Penelope exchanged a glance with Derek, her expression softening further. “And how did that make you feel?” she asked gently.

“Defeated, I guess,” Spencer replied, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I wanted to fix things right away, but it feels like I just keep making things worse.”

Derek crossed his arms, his gaze steady on Spencer. “You’ve got to understand, man, she’s probably just as conflicted as you are. Maybe even more. This isn’t going to be a quick fix.”

Penelope nodded in agreement. “She’s trying to process everything too, Spencer. Give her the time she needs, and don’t push too hard. But don’t give up either. If you really want to make things right, show her that you’re willing to do the work.”

Spencer nodded slowly, taking in their advice. He knew they were right, but the waiting, the uncertainty—it was eating at him. Still, he couldn’t force this. He had to be patient, had to respect your boundaries. He just hoped that when the time came, you’d be willing to let him in again.

—

The clock felt like it was crawling at a snail's pace to Spencer. He watched as the seconds ticked by for what felt like hours—though it was really just minutes, probably. To you, though, time was slipping away faster than it ever had before. You were dreading this conversation. You had hoped the two of you could put this all behind you, maybe be friends one day, and then, maybe—just maybe—something more. But you knew that if you talked to him right now, one look into those big, beautiful brown eyes and you’d melt faster than Derek when Penelope called his name.

But alas, you had already agreed to talk, and those puppy eyes had already got you. Honestly, you were just proud of yourself for having the resolve to ask him to come back later instead of jumping over the desk and into his arms the second he said he liked you.

Your thoughts were still spiraling when that much-anticipated knock on your office door came. You cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, before calling out, “Come in.”

—

Flashback…

“Come in,” you called out, your voice light and unassuming as a knock sounded on your office door.

“Hey,” Jackson’s head appeared in the doorway, his expression hesitant.

“Oh, hey babe,” you perked up at the sight of him, but something about his demeanor immediately put you on edge.

“Can we talk?” he asked, stepping inside with an uneasy shift in his posture.

“Uh, yeah,” you replied, your smile fading as you sensed that something was off. “What’s up?”

“Uh, so there’s not a great way to tell you this…” he started, his voice trailing off, filled with uncertainty.

Your stomach twisted with sudden anxiety. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. For now,” he answered, but there was no comfort in his tone.

“Jackson, spit it out,” you demanded, losing patience as the tension built.

“I got someone pregnant.”

Your entire world stopped. The air around you seemed to thicken, your ears buzzing like they were filled with water, your lungs constricting as if you were drowning on dry land. The words didn’t make sense, not at first. Not until they slammed into you with full force.

“Who?” you managed to choke out, though a part of you already feared the answer.

“Jessica.”

“My best friend, Jessica?” The disbelief in your voice was palpable, a desperate hope clinging to the idea that this might be some horrible joke.

“That one, yup,” he confirmed, his voice lacking any hint of remorse.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Please tell me this is a joke and you’re going to propose instead,” you pleaded, your voice rising as anger and heartbreak collided.

“What? No, Y/N, I’m being serious.”

“Then why did I find a fucking engagement ring in your sock drawer?” you demanded, your anger boiling over as your heart cracked in two.

“Why were you in my sock drawer?” he deflected, his tone defensive.

“I was doing laundry! Answer me, Jackson!”

“I’m going to ask Jessica to marry me,” he said, his words hitting you like a sledgehammer.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the betrayal. “Is it because she’s pregnant… or do you love her?” you asked, your voice trembling. You weren’t sure you wanted to know, but you needed the truth.

“I—I love her,” he admitted, his voice weak.

“How long?” you asked, your voice eerily calm as the tears began to stream down your face. The numbness was already setting in, the shock taking over, leaving your gaze blank and distant. Jackson had never seen you like this in all the years you’d been together, not even when he first found you on that bench.

“What?” he stammered, thrown by your sudden composure.

“How long have you been sleeping with her?” you repeated, the question sharp and cold.

“A few months,” he confessed, his voice barely audible.

“Get out,” you ordered, your voice devoid of emotion.

“Y/N—”

“Get the fuck out, Jackson!” you shouted, the rage finally breaking through the numbness.

Jackson hesitated, guilt flashing in his eyes. “Um, before I go—and I will—you need to move out.”

The final blow. The nail in the coffin. You couldn’t believe the audacity, the cruelty. “I hope you both live a very unhappy and unfulfilling life,” you spat, your voice dripping with venom.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he offered weakly, but the apology was hollow, meaningless.

You turned away from him, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing any more of your pain. Jackson left without another word, leaving you alone with the shattered remnants of what you thought was your future.

—

Present

Spencer walked in, closing the door softly behind him before turning to face you. “Hi,” he breathed out, his voice carrying a mix of nervousness and resolve.

“Hi, Spencer,” you replied, your tone equally cautious but warm.

“How was your day?” he asked, clearly trying to ease into the conversation that both of you knew was coming.

“Agonizing, thanks. And yours?” you responded, a hint of humor lacing your words despite the tension.

“Just about the same,” he admitted with a small, rueful smile. “I’m sorry about that too. Should we just lay it all out? No more tiptoeing around?”

“Probably,” you agreed, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead settle in your chest.

“Okay,” Spencer said, taking a deep breath as he prepared to speak. “I can go first if it’s easier.” You nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

“Um, I don’t date much. Or sleep around, ever, really. So spending that night with you was important to me. Especially because it was with you,” he said earnestly, his eyes meeting yours with sincerity. “I really enjoyed the time we spent together—the convention, the bar, your place, all of it. I was so, so hurt when you were gone the next morning. It took me weeks to make peace with the fact that you’d left without a word. And then you showed up to my work, the new girl, and acted like nothing ever happened. While I understand now why you did that, it still stung—a lot.”

Spencer paused, taking a breath as if to steady himself. You opened your mouth to respond, but he shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t finished yet.

“But even when you were pushing our time together aside, you were so kind and helpful, so good at your job… it sucked,” he laughed lightly, though there was an edge of bitterness to it. “Because I wanted to hate you so badly, but I don’t know how anyone ever could hate you.” Your eyes welled up with tears at his words—he had no idea how much that simple sentence meant to you.

“Then you noticed little things about me,” Spencer continued, his voice softer now. “You drove when we were paired, you never grabbed my hands, you didn’t force me to talk to you… you were so considerate. When we had that assignment to play a couple at the club, I was so upset because that’s all I wanted—I wanted you to be my girlfriend, I wanted it to be real. But it wasn’t,” he smiled sadly, his eyes reflecting the regret he felt. “And afterwards, when I was feeling sorry for myself, I decided it was your fault we weren’t together, and that I wanted to hurt you back.”

Spencer looked down, fidgeting with his hands as he searched for the right words. You waited, sensing that this was the hardest part for him to admit.

“That was the meanest, cruelest, most immature thing I have ever done. And I am so, so sorry,” he said, his voice trembling with genuine remorse. “I understand if you don’t forgive me, but I just need you to know how amazing you are, and how none of my actions are at all a reflection of you or how I feel about you.”

His words hung in the air between you, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. You could see how much it had taken for him to come here and lay it all out, to admit his wrongs and ask for forgiveness. And as much as the hurt still lingered, you could see that he was sincere, that he truly regretted what he had done.

—

Flashback…

“Y/N! Y/N, please! Just hear me out!” Jackson’s voice was desperate as he called after you, his footsteps quickening as he tried to catch up.

You stopped in your tracks, spinning around to face him, your glare so hot it could have burned him alive. “Jackson! Enough!” you seethed, the fury in your voice cutting through the air like a knife.

“Please… I need to explain,” he pleaded, his eyes wide with panic.

“Explain what?” you snapped. “You cheated with my best friend, got her pregnant, and dumped me. What more is there?”

His face crumpled as he tried to find the right words. “I still love you,” he blurted out, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Go fuck yourself. Or Jessica. I really don’t care,” you retorted, your voice dripping with disdain.

“No, baby, please—”

“Do not call me that,” you cut him off, your tone icy.

“Okay,” he muttered, stepping back with his hands up in surrender. “Just, please?”

You crossed your arms, staring him down. “Fine. Two minutes.”

Jackson blinked, caught off guard by the time limit. “How am I supposed to tell you everything in two minutes?” he asked, panic rising in his voice.

“Time’s ticking, troglodyte,” you shot back, your patience wearing thin.

“What’s that? Wait, no, don’t answer that,” he stammered, realizing he was wasting precious seconds. “Okay, well, I just… I’m so insecure, and I was worried you didn’t like me anymore, and Jessica made me feel good about myself—”

“Bullshit,” you interrupted, your eyes narrowing.

“No, no, it’s true,” he insisted, his voice wavering.

“You’re saying it’s my fault you cheated?” you asked, your voice deadly calm.

“No! You were so busy, and I needed attention,” he said, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“So it’s my fault,” you repeated, your anger simmering beneath the surface.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, his voice rising in desperation. “Please, stop interrupting me. We got into this routine that made every day feel so mundane. We never did anything exciting anymore, and Jessica was new and thrilling, and—”

“Time’s up,” you interrupted, your voice cold and final. “Bye.”

“Y/N—” he started, reaching out as if to stop you, but you were already walking away, your footsteps resolute as you disappeared down the crowded sidewalk.

Jackson stood there, his hand falling limply to his side as he watched you vanish into the throng of people. He knew, in that moment, that he had lost you for good.

—

Present 

“You wanted me to be your girlfriend?” you asked, your voice small and uncertain.

Spencer looked up, startled by the calmness in your tone. There was no anger, no bitterness—just a quiet curiosity. “Yeah, I really did,” he admitted, his heart racing.

“You don’t anymore?” you asked, your eyes searching his face for an answer.

“Huh?” Spencer blinked, caught off guard by the question.

“You said ‘wanted’ and ‘did,’” you explained, your voice wavering slightly. “I’m just wondering if the feelings stopped.”

Realization dawned on him, and he quickly shook his head. “No, they didn’t.” Spencer’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a bold leap, hoping it was worth the risk.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts as Spencer watched you, his nerves on edge. “Listen, Spencer…” you began, and his heart sank as he braced himself for the rejection he feared was coming. He dropped his gaze, the weight of your words pressing down on him. “I have a lot of baggage. I’m basically damaged goods,” you laughed sadly, the sound tinged with self-doubt. “I haven’t been someone’s girlfriend in a long time. I don’t know that I would be any good at it.”

Spencer nodded, feeling the final sting of rejection sink in. He understood, or at least he thought he did. But then your words started to process, and something didn’t add up. “Wait,” he said, his head snapping up as he noticed the small smile playing on your lips. “What are you saying?”

You met his gaze, the warmth in your eyes catching him off guard. “I’m saying, if you’re willing to be patient with me, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat, disbelief and joy swirling together as he processed what you were saying. A smile slowly spread across his face, the weight he’d been carrying for weeks suddenly lifting. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

You nodded, your smile widening. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

In that moment, Spencer felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time—pure, unfiltered happiness. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it found yours. “I’ll be patient,” he promised, his voice soft but firm. “I’ll be whatever you need.”

You squeezed his hand, a sense of relief washing over you as the tension between you finally began to melt away. For the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, this could work.

“What if all my baggage is too heavy?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly with lingering doubts.

Spencer’s expression softened as he looked at you, his eyes filled with understanding. “Y/N, I’ve been kidnapped, drugged, addicted to said drugs, and tortured. I don’t think anything you say will scare me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh through the mild tears that had formed over the course of the conversation. His words, though dark, were comforting in their own way. “Thank you, Spencer.”

“Are you sure you can handle me?” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Not at all,” you shook your head, your laughter mixing with his. “But I’d rather be with you than without.”

Spencer’s heart swelled at your words, and without thinking, he leaned over your desk and kissed you. This kiss was different from all the ones you’d shared before—it wasn’t driven by lust or desperation, but by care, passion, and something that felt a lot like love.

When he finally pulled back, he couldn’t help but smile at the dazed look on your face, your lips still parted slightly in surprise. “One more thing,” he added, his voice light but a little sheepish.

“Mhm,” you managed, still a bit breathless as you looked up at him.

“Penelope and Derek know everything… sorry. They’re pissed at me.” Spencer laughed a bit at himself.

You blinked, then smiled. “Penelope already knew, babe,” you reassured him. “I’ll make sure they know everything’s good.”

Spencer let out a relieved sigh, grateful for your understanding. “Thank you,” he said softly, his hand gently brushing your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, the weight of your worries finally beginning to lift. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you wouldn’t have to face them alone—not anymore.

—

Three years later

“Y/N?” The sound of your name caused you to spin around from where you were examining flowers with Spencer. 

“Jackson?” The shock in your voice was unmistakable as you registered the familiar face.

“Oh my god, wow!” Jackson exclaimed, stepping closer with a broad smile. “It’s so good to see you! How have you been?” He moved in for a hug, but you kept your hands on the flowers, avoiding the embrace.

He quickly took the hint, stepping back awkwardly. “Uh, good. You?” you asked, your tone polite but distant.

“I’m great, yeah! Still working on base. What are you up to?” Jackson’s voice held a note of forced cheerfulness, as if trying to bridge the years that had passed.

“FBI,” you replied simply.

“Wow! That’s amazing! What do you do—” Jackson began, but his question was abruptly cut off as Spencer approached, holding a different set of flowers and unaware of who Jackson was.

“Darling, what do you think of these?” Spencer asked, holding up the bouquet for you to see, his tone casual and affectionate.

“Those are beautiful, baby,” you replied with a warm smile, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as you turned your attention back to Spencer.

Jackson cleared his throat, drawing your focus back to him. “Who’s this?” he asked, clearly caught off guard by the presence of another man.

“Oh!” You had honestly forgotten he was still there. “This is my fiancé,” you said, a note of pride in your voice as you gestured to Spencer.

“Doctor Spencer Reid,” Spencer introduced himself, nodding politely but with a friendly demeanor.

“Oh, hi. Uh, Jackson,” he replied, awkwardly extending his hand, which Spencer smiled at and lifted his in a wave as a response.

There was a tense silence, filled only by the ambient noise of the flower shop. Jackson looked like he had more to say, but the words seemed to elude him. Meanwhile, you felt nothing but gratitude for the life you had built with Spencer—one filled with love, trust, and a future that Jackson no longer had any part of.

“Are you guys, uh, looking at flowers for your wedding?” Jackson asked, his voice a little hesitant as he glanced between you and Spencer.

“Yeah, we wanted to pick everything together,” you replied, smiling up at your very handsome fiancé. The warmth in your voice was undeniable, and it wasn’t lost on Jackson.

“And you?” Spencer asked politely, still unsure of who this man was but trying to be courteous.

“Oh, uh, these are ‘I’m sorry’ flowers for my girlfriend,” Jackson laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“Jessica?” you asked before you could stop yourself. At the mention of her name, Spencer’s expression shifted, finally catching on to who Jackson was.

“No, hah, we broke up a long time ago,” Jackson admitted, the awkwardness between the three of you growing palpable.

“Ah, well, I hope your child is doing well,” you said, your tone polite but distant. You nodded to Jackson before turning back to Spencer, gently tugging him by your laced fingers as you both walked away, trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to escape.

Once you were out of earshot, Spencer leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Was that your ex?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, grinning back at him.

“What a charmer,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You laughed, the tension from the unexpected encounter melting away. “You know, I’m really glad it’s you I’m marrying.”

“Me too,” Spencer replied, squeezing your hand affectionately as you both walked out of the shop, leaving the past firmly behind you.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

tag list <333 @dirtytissuebox @yokaimoon @khxna @noelliece @dreamsarebig @sleepey-looney @cocobean16 @i-live-in-spite @placidus @criminalmindssworld @lilu842 @greatoperawombategg @charismatic-writer @fxoxo @hearts4spensco @furrybouquettrash @kathrynlakestone @chaneladdicted @time-himself @mentallyunwellsposts @sapph1re @idefktbh17 @gilwm @reggieswriter @loumouse @spencerreidsreads

[ant0nsfirstluv]

Riize Romantic Headcanons (2)

A/N: part twooo of my last posts + expanding on certain headcanons ♾️

Warnings: None

More under the cut

Shotaro:

lovesss to hype you, if you ever posted on insta he’d comment so much, repost it on his personal story, text you about how pretty you looked

he’d shamelessly compliment you so often, literally he’d see you for the first time in the day and would just shower you in so much praise and affection

always. taking. photos of you just for him to look at while he’s away or just because you look so goodt

Sends you video clips of him dancing and gets all smiley when you compliment him even though he knowsss he did good

holds you on his back especially if you two have been walking for a while and want to take a break

aggressively supportive !!! literally cheers you on no matter what interest or hobby you decide to take on

Thanks you allll the time and gives you a small kiss each time he does, you could literally just hand him a tissue and he’d be “thank youu 😙”

The least conflicts could ever happen with him tbsh, even if there was a disagreement between you two he’s level headed enough to where you two will somehow someway find a solution

Eunseok:

doesn’t have a specific nickname for you because he’ll just call you his “little [insert random thing]” or “my [insert random thing]

I like to think he’d call you his flower but that’s just me 🌚 leave it up to your imagination

messes with your hair often, sometimes he’ll literally just wordlessly play with it until you snap him back into reality

verrry sudden compliments, out of nowhere he’ll drop the most sweet blush inducing compliment ever and then go back to being stone or messing with you 😭

randomly appears at your house without saying anything, you’d literally be walking around your home and he would just walk in like “hey 🙋”

you two will be in the same place and he’ll still text/facetime you instead of just walking to where you are to tell/show you what he needs to say

he loves staying in with you even if you two do practically nothing he’d be fine with you on his lap while watching tv and snacking

protective but in a very calm sense. helps you avoid things he knows you’re particularly uncomfy with or just borderline keeps you out of harms way by being right by you

Sungchan:

has soft launched you two like 5 million times everybody knows you two are together atp he is NOT slick bro 😭

as I said in the last post he loves kissing your face and I feel like he’d wake you up by giving you some kisses on your cheek while whispering your name

eating together is a must he will literally just text and ask to eat together at your fave restaurant just because and let’s you order wtv you want

has his hands on you in someee type of way literally he finds a way or reason to touch you no matter what he just can’t keep his hands to himself ☹️

would buy matching or similar gym wear for you two if you ever do or want to come to the gym with him, ugh the matching sets would be SO CUTE

will literally have you sit on his back while he does push-ups or see how many times he can squat while holding you

alwaysss reminiscing about moments between you two throughout the relationship the amount of cute convos that happened because of him starting with “babe do you remember when…”

loves being praised by you like your compliments literally make his whole entire day PLEASE DO ! send him sweet motivational goodmorning texts

Wonbin:

let’s keep it real for a moment…he would most definitely call you his pretty girl

has his moments of just staring/adoring you, whether you two are on opposite sides of the room or if he’s right by you while you’re doing something

if you guys don’t know, wonbin has mentioned that he has a habit of doing things 7 times in a row, so ofc in my mind,, he probably kisses you 7 times before you leave his place :( or before you gts

there’s been so many times where he’d be hanging out with the members and will just DISAPPEAR as soon as you ask to hang out, the members will ask where he went and he’s already at your house 😭

if someone made you even slightly visibly uncomfortable or upset he would glare at them until they went/looked away

if a girl tried getting his number or something he’d probably blankly look at them for a good…3 seconds and then just “no 🫤”

no matter where you’re laying down he’ll curl up right next to you or on top of you and he lovesss taking a nap with you

absolutely geeks when you two accidentally match or wear similar outfits he will find out what you’re gonna wear just so he can secretly wear the same thing 🌚

would paint a nail with your initial 🌚 but would get sooo shy when anybody outside of the members asked what the letter meant LOL

Seunghan:

you could be wearing… a plastic bag…and he’ll still be like “you’re so beautiful” like man hello

touching your face is a habit of his, he’ll literally be smiling down at you while stroking your cheek and jawline with his thumb and pointer

whenever you sit on his lap while he’s gaming whenever he has a free hand he’ll take advantage of it to stroke your back or squish your face for a kiss

loves to hear your voice..will call you literally just to hear it you don’t even have to be directly talking to him as long as he can hear you

you’ll be sitting down with the members and he’ll get a tiny bit jealous once you laugh at eunseoks joke a little too hard and he’ll run by, pick you up and run off with you

helps you with your hair whenever you’re struggling with it, as long as you guide him and give him instructions he’ll try his best !!!

I’m sorry but if you ever were irritated or grumpy and accidentally let it slip while with him he’d grab your face and kiss you to shush you 😭

he eats up whenever you’re shy he relishes in it so much he can’t help but want to watch you look away because you can’t keep eye contact

wouldn’t let you be insecure in the slightest you could literally have just woken up lips dry face puffy and he’ll still make you feel so pretty

Sohee:

likes to cuddle with him laying back and you on top of him resting your head in the crook of his neck while he draws patters into your back :(

whenever he tells you goodmorning he always gives you a hug with a good squeeeeze and a quick kiss on your nose or cheek

trust he likes to be babied and spoiled but sometimes he wants to be the gentleman for you too like let him take care of you and nurture you okayyy 💔

sohee’s cute demeanor can make him seem like he’d be shy which could be the case but I can see him being bold or more straightforward when it comes to his affections towards you

like he’ll ask YOU out, he’ll ask if he could kiss you for the first time, he’ll hug you, hold your hand, and ask you on a date first

gloats about you to everyone, the members included, as soon as you post yourself on your story he’s quick to say “ugh my gf is so pretty guys look look look” while mushing his phone in their faces

he is soooo sweet and truly so lovely..but sometimes…you will be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse while you’re with him I’m sorry LMFAOO

like if you forgot to text him before you got back home or if you fell asleep forgetting to call him before you did he’d be so quick to text you “I see how it is 🙄”

or he’d avoid kissing you but as soon as you give up trying to kiss him he’d be SO quick to switch up wanting a kiss IMMEDIATELY begging you for one

Anton:

he would most definitely see cute pics of two animals like some ducks or rabbits snuggling together and will text it to you and be like “us”

hugs from behinddd allll the timeeee even if you two are just standing there he’ll hold onto you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

pretends to bite you, especially on your shoulder but if he ever did accidentally actually bite you he’d make it up by putting a small peck wherever he did it

kisses your hand and down your forearm because he just likes to tbsh

has you do the most foolish tiktoks with him and yes you guys will have like 300 drafts and yes he makes you two do like 12 takes 😭😭

particular compliments, will call you gorgeous overall but has moments where he tells you a certain color makes you look radiant or when your hair looks extra good

spoils you to oblivion, you have a wishlist frm your fave clothing brand you say 🤔 BOUGHT, he sees some cute matching couple necklaces..SOLD ! you lost your favorite makeup brushes ? HERES SOME NEW ONES !

whenever he flirts and starts getting bold he’ll fold so quick like he’ll build up his courage to be super straight forward but will literally crumble and be a tad bit embarrassed later especially if you repeat what he said LMFAOO

[chion3spid3r]

will love prevail ?

pairings : agedup!e1610!miles x black!cat!reader

warnings : violence and combat, smut, suggestive, physical reactions, sexual tension, profanity, emotional distress, manipulation, power dynamics, alcohol consumption, threats, high tension and adrenaline.

summary : miles morales, the Brooklyn Spider-Man, encounters Black Cat, a skilled thief who turns out to be a girl from his class…

word count : 4.9k

a/n : the part twooo ! yeah there’s smut at the end ! minors dni.

pt1 -> pt2

That night after, Miles swung you back towards your neighborhood, the cool night air whipping past as you clung to him. He landed deftly on the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

"Home sweet home," you said with a small smile, reluctant to let go of him just yet.

Miles looked at you, his eyes shining with admiration behind his mask. "You were incredible tonight, y/n. I'm in awe of your strength and courage."

A blush crept across your cheeks at his praise. "I couldn't have done it without you, Miles. You gave me the hope and support I needed."

For a moment, you simply gazed at each other, a world of understanding and newfound intimacy passing between you. Then, unable to resist any longer, you reached up and gently pulled his mask down before leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Miles eagerly returned the kiss, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you close. The kiss was fierce yet tender, conveying everything you felt for him in that heated moment – gratitude, affection, passion.

When you finally parted, you were both breathless. You reached up to tenderly stroke his cheek. "Thank you, for everything," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

He leaned his forehead against yours. "Always," was his soft reply, filled with promise.

With one last lingering look, you slipped through the window into your room as Miles pulled his mask back up. He gave you a little salute before swinging off into the night. You watched him disappear into the skyline, letting out a contented sigh as you touched your still-tingling lips. Your hero.

--

The next day at school, it was almost comical how "normal" you and Miles had to act. You took your usual seat, quirking an eyebrow at him as he sauntered in. He met your gaze and gave you a lopsided grin, sliding into the seat next to you.

"Studying hard last night, Morales?" you teased, unable to resist.

He chuckled softly. "You know it, y/n. Burning the midnight oil and everything."

The banter continued through classes, skirting that delicious line of flirtation that only the two of you truly understood. You'd make some quip about needing a study partner, and he'd offer to lend a hand with whatever you were "working" on. The knowing looks and barely-concealed grins made it obvious there was something more simmering beneath the surface.

By the afternoon, you could barely contain your eagerness to get out of the classroom. As soon as the final bell rang, you grabbed Miles and pulled him into a secluded corner.

"Feel like hitting the town?" you asked with a playful glint in your eye.

Miles grinned widely. "Thought you'd never ask. Race you there?"

You were already gone in a blur of motion, leaving a laughing Miles to catch up. The chase was on.

Moments later, you were soaring through the air in your Black Cat suit, Miles in his Spider-Man attire swinging alongside you. The city stretched out below like a vast playground, ripe for rooftop running and endless acrobatics.

"Keeping up, Spider?" you called out as you vaulted over a ventilation unit.

"You wish!" he shot back, using his webs to propel himself forward in an intricate flip.

You laughed brightly, caught up in the sheer exhilaration of moving in tandem with your partner. There was an effortless flow between you, like you'd been doing this together for years rather than mere days.

At one point, Miles swooped down and snaked an arm around your waist mid-swing, pulling you flush against him as you sailed through the air together. Your startled laugh quickly melted into a grin as you gazed up at him.

"Slick moves there, Spider-Man," you purred.

"You know me," he replied with a rakish grin behind the mask. "Always looking to sweep a girl off her feet."

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy line, but leaned in to press a swift kiss against his masked cheek nonetheless. "My hero."

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, keeping you secure in his grip as you continued your high-flying journey through the cityscape. Teasing banter and shared laughs filled the air between you, a heady mix of flirtation and deep comfort.

At one point, you scaled to the top of a skyscraper, settling comfortably side-by-side on a raised ledge to catch your breath. The city spread out before you in a glittering tapestry of lights.

"Not a bad way to end the day, eh Spider-Man?" you remarked, gently nudging him with your elbow.

He turned to look at you, his expression warm even behind the mask. "Best day ever, if you ask me."

You felt your cheeks flush a bit at his tender tone. Impulsively, you reached out and traced the contours of his mask. "You know…we don't have to hide behind these when we're together."

Miles was quiet for a beat, searching your eyes, then slowly pulled off his mask. You followed suit, both of you shedding your secret identities for a few precious moments.

"Just Miles and y/n," he said softly, cupping your cheek.

You leaned into his touch with a contented sigh. "Just us."

As the sun began to set over the city skyline, you nestled close to him, drinking in the tranquility and joy of simply being together without secrets or personas between you. His arm draped comfortably around your shoulders, holding you near.

In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging wash over you. No matter what adventures lay ahead, you knew you would face them all by Miles' side – as partners, as heroes, as something more.

The days and nights that followed were a whirlwind of crimefighting, rooftop escapades, and a deepening connection between you and Miles. During the day at school, it was an intricate dance of lingering looks, inside jokes, and casual intimacies that went unnoticed by your peers.

But once you donned your masks and took to the city streets, everything amplified tenfold. You moved in perfect synchronicity, covering each other's blind spots and trading off quips like you'd been doing it your whole lives. There was a trust, an almost telepathic bond, that only strengthened with each passing night.

One evening found the two of you perched on the ledge of an office tower, idly swinging your legs back and forth as you gazed out over the twinkling cityscape.

"Some night, huh?" Miles remarked, his shoulder brushing against yours.

You hummed in agreement, tilting your head slightly to rest on his shoulder. "Like something out of a comic book."

"Hey, if this was a comic, we'd definitely be the most badass hero team ever," he chuckled.

Rolling your eyes fondly, you playfully shoved his arm. "As if you weren't already an egomaniac in that Spider-suit."

"Oh, like you're one to talk, Miss Cat Burglar Bombshell," he shot back with a laugh.

"Hey now, no calling me bombshell unless you can back it up, Spider-stud," you purred, delighting in the way his cheeks flushed beneath his mask.

Miles sputtered for a moment before regaining his composure, scooting closer until your sides were pressed flush together. "Is that a challenge?"

You grinned wickedly, biting your lower lip. "Maybe it is. What are you gonna do about it?"

His response was to suddenly lean in and capture your lips in a heated kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the embrace. You melted against him with a soft hum of pleasure, returning the kiss with equal fervor.

When you finally parted, both slightly breathless, you gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Well…I'll admit, you've got some moves there, Spider-Man."

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he murmured, the rumble of his voice sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

You gazed at him with a mixture of desire and determination. As intense as this intimate connection was, you knew there was still unfinished business to attend to.

"Miles…" you began, gently extracting yourself from his embrace. "We should talk about Kingpin."

He nodded soberly, the playful moment passing as you both refocused. With a quick scaling of the nearby edifice, you settled cross-legged atop the highest point, the city laid out before you.

"What do we know?" Miles asked, all business now.

You pursed your lips. "He's been keeping a low profile since his release on probation, but my sources say he's planning something big. There's a charity gala two nights from now - he'll be in attendance to maintain appearances."

"A gala, huh?" Miles mused. "Seems like the perfect place for him to make a power play of some kind."

"Exactly what I was thinking," you agreed grimly. "If we can get inside, catch him off-guard while he's making whatever move he's planning…"

Miles looked at you sharply. "You mean infiltrate the gala? As civilians?"

"It's our best shot to get close without him suspecting," you reasoned. "I can get us credentials, play the role of your plus-one or something."

He was quiet for a long moment, conflicted. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. "Okay. Okay, we'll do it your way. Just…promise you'll be careful?"

You reached out and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I'm too strong to be in danger, spidey"

The set of his jaw softened slightly as he gave your hand a reciprocating squeeze. "Meh..."

--

That night at the opulent charity gala, Miles stood outside the grand entrance, tugging at the collar of his perfectly tailored tuxedo. His eyes scanned the arriving guests, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of designer gowns and outlandish jewelry.

Then, his breath caught in his throat as you appeared, a vision in black that made his heart skip a beat. The sleek, floor-length dress hugged every delicious curve, the plunging neckline leaving just enough to the imagination. Your hair was swept up in an elegant updo, tendrils framing your face and collarbone enticingly.

As you drew nearer, Miles drank in every detail - the sway of your hips, the smoky eye makeup that made your eyes seem to smolder, the deep crimson of your painted lips. When your gazes finally met, you offered him a coquettish smile that made his mouth go dry.

"See something you like, Spider-Man?" you purred once within earshot.

He swallowed hard, completely transfixed. "I…uh…wow. You look…incredible."

Chuckling softly, you did a little spin, letting the dress's skirt flare out dramatically. "You clean up pretty nicely yourself, hot stuff. Shall we?"

Miles managed to regain some composure, offering his arm gallantly. "After you, mi'lady."

You thrilled at the spark of desire in his eyes as you looped your arm through his, leaning in just a bit closer than propriety dictated. With a shared, conspiratorial grin, you led the way inside, ready to begin the night's risky mission.

The hotel's grand ballroom was a lavish display of opulence - glittering chandeliers, towering floral displays, and a seemingly endless supply of champagne. The city's wealthiest elite mingled and air-kissed, comparing outrageous jewelry and rumor-trading over tiny hors d'oeuvres.

You couldn't resist a disdainful sniff as you surveyed the pompous scene. "Vultures, all of them."

"Be nice," Miles murmured beside you with a faint smirk. "We're two of those vultures tonight, remember?"

"Hmm, I prefer to think of myself as more of a sexy panther amongst flamingos," you rejoined with a wink, delighting in the way his cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

True to form, your banter and casual flirtation continued throughout the evening as you mingled seamlessly with the gala crowd. You danced, you drank, you played the part of the coquettish socialite with her sophisticated beau to the nines.

All the while, your sharp eyes continuously tracked the towering figure of Wilson Fisk himself, looking for any indication of what dastardly plot he might have brewing. Miles was a solid, reassuring presence at your side, the two of you anticipating action with every fiber of your being.

The pivotal moment came when you noticed Kingpin breaking away from the main party, slipping off down an empty hallway with two scantily clad young women hanging on his arms. His expression was one of smug satisfaction, utterly unconcerned with keeping up pretenses any longer.

You felt a hot rush of fury grip your insides at the sight - this man who had destroyed your life, threatened everything you loved, and now he got to openly indulge like some kind of despotic sultan. The white-hot rage blinded you for a moment, allowing your careful persona to slip.

"That putrid, misogynistic bastard," you seethed under your breath, fists clenching involuntarily.

Miles looked at you sharply, instantly picking up on the dangerous shift in your demeanor. "Y/N…what are you--"

But you were already moving, slinking away and following Kingpin's path with the cold precision of a panther stalking its prey. Miles had no choice but to hurry after you, wincing at the way you practically kicked in the heavy door behind which Kingpin had disappeared.

The scene that greeted you was just as sordid as you'd expected - Kingpin reclining in a plush armchair, the two buxom beauties fawning over him as he guffawed with grotesque pleasure. The sight made your stomach churn with disgust and renewed fury.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little wildcat," Kingpin sneered once the shock wore off, not even bothering to rise from his debauched position. "To what do I owe this rude interruption?"

In one smooth, practiced movement, you reached beneath the flowing fabric of your gown, withdrawing the compact pistol and twin blades you had concealed there. Your eyes were cold, hard, the eyes of someone pushed to the very brink.

"Get. Out," you hissed at the two women, who scattered like terrified pigeons at the sight of your weapons.

Kingpin watched them go with idle amusement slowly morphing into wariness as he regarded you. "Is there…a problem, my dear?"

"A problem?" You laughed then, a hollow, bitter sound that seemed to reverberate off the walls. "You RUINED me, you sick son of a bitch! You destroyed my life, my family…and now I get to watch you flaunt your power and privilege like you're some untouchable king?!"

In the corner of the room, Miles hovered uncertainly, clearly distressed by the volatile situation and the dangerous glint in your eye. "Y/N…let's not do anything rash here…"

But you paid him no heed, stalking closer to Kingpin with your weapons at the ready, punctuating every biting word. "I should have put you in the ground when I had the chance, instead of going soft."

The crime lord rose to his feet then, immense figure looming as he glared his own fury down at you. "You insolent little gnat! You should have learned your place the first time."

"My place?" you spat the words with venom. "I'll show you exactly where my place is!"

With that, you lashed out with one of your blades, a screeching cry of pure rage tearing from your lips. Kingpin reacted with surprising swiftness for his size, deflecting the strike and countering with a meaty fist aimed at your temple.

You dodged and the battle was joined in earnest. Miles leapt into the fray as well, trying desperately to subdue both you and Kingpin before the clashing titans did too much destruction. But you were like a force of nature unleashed, a maelstrom of blades and gunfire as you ducked, rolled, and struck out with cold precision.

"After everything you've taken from me…" CRACK! Your pistol butt connected with Kingpin's jaw, rocking his massive frame. "…you parade around like you're somebody!"

Your words dripped with acid as you rained down a series of slashing attacks, managing to open a long gash across his chest. Kingpin bellowed in pain and fury, lumbering towards you with terrifying single-mindedness.

"You are NOTHING, girl!" he thundered, huge hands grasping for your throat. "Just a replaceable speck I should have crushed a long time ago!"

You snarled wordlessly, ducking and ramming your blades towards his exposed stomach. He twisted at the last second and the blades lodged deep in his thigh instead with a meaty thunk, earning another roar of pain.

"Y/N! This has gone far enough!" Miles was at your side again, grasping your arm urgently even as Kingpin staggered back, dazed. "Killing him like this isn't the answer! Think about what you're doing!"

For a suspended breath, you were frozen, chest heaving as your eyes met Miles' - your rage and his concern warring within you. Slowly, you lowered your weapons, gritting your teeth.

"He took…everything…" you choked out, voice cracking with a sudden upwelling of heartbroken emotion.

Miles was there then, arms wrapped tight around you as his mouth found yours in a desperate, needful kiss. You clung to him fiercely, trembling in the emotional wake of the fury that had consumed you.

When you finally parted, his gaze smoldered into yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. "I know, chica…I know. But not like this, okay?"

His thumb tenderly brushed away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen as your expression crumpled with shame, relief, and a dozen other powerful emotions swirling within you.

The sounds of the S.W.A.T team swarming into the room barely registered at first. It was only when Kingpin was being wrestled away, defeat and loathing etched across his bloodied features, that the weight of what had transpired seemed to settle upon your shoulders.

Miles kept you tucked protectively against his side as the officers secured the crime scene, barking orders and questions that faded into background noise. All that mattered in that moment was his solid presence anchoring you, grounding you after the maelstrom of emotion that had threatened to sweep you away entirely.

"I've got you," he murmured into your hair, the words laden with bone-deep reassurance. "It's over now."

You nodded mutely, unable to find your voice just yet as you focused on steadying your ragged breathing. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you feel almost lightheaded in the aftermath.

It wasn't until a gruff officer tried to separate the two of you that you found your steel again. "Like hell," you growled out.

The cop opened his mouth, undoubtedly to protest, but Miles raised a calming hand. "It's okay, officer. She's…she's with me. We'll cooperate fully, but you're not separating us right now."

His tone brokered no argument and after studying the two of you - Miles in his slightly disheveled tux, you in your sleek black gown now torn in several places with spatters of Kingpin's blood - the officer seemed to decide it wasn't worth the hassle. With a curt nod, he motioned for you both to follow him out.

The gala crowd was abuzz with chaotic whispers and thinly-veiled accusations as you and Miles strode through the ballroom. Heads turned, fingers pointed, but you kept your chin high, shoulders squared in defiant posture. At your side, Miles perfectly mirrored your proud, uncompromising mien - the picture of unshakable unity.

Only once you reached the exterior, the cool night air caressing your flushed skin, did you finally allow the first hint of a tremor to show. Miles halted immediately, turning to face you with tender concern.

"Hey…you still with me, ma?" His fingers gently brushed the hair back from your face, dark eyes searching yours intently.

You managed a shaky nod, the corner of your mouth tugging upwards in a rueful half-smile. "Y-yeah…I'm good, Miles. Just still coming down from the adrenaline rush of kicking that asshole's ass."

Miles chuckled softly at that, cradling your face in his palms as he studied you adoringly. "God, you were amazing in there - fucking beautiful and terrifying all at once." His voice dropped to an intimate murmur, sending a delicious frisson cascading down your spine. "You have no idea how hot it was watching you fight like that."

Your smirk gained a more impish edge as you arched a challenging brow at him. "Oh? I think I might have a clue…" With that flirtatious purr, you seized him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into a searing kiss, unmindful of their surroundings or the murmuring crowd.

Miles responded ardently, arms banding around your waist to crush your bodies flush together as the kiss deepened with unrestrained want. When you finally parted, both were flushed and slightly breathless from shared desire.

"How's that for a clue, Mr. Morales?" you husked, smiling at the way your words made his pupils flare.

"Chica, you are playing with fire," he growled in response, punctuating the heated promise with another demanding kiss before forcing himself to take a reluctant step back. "But as much as I want to take you home and ravage you senseless in that dress, we've got cleanup to handle first."

You bit your lip with a playful grin, giving him an utterly shameless once-over that made heat flare in his gaze anew. "Mmm, now there's an incentive to behave myself for once. Let's get this over with so you can cash in on that ravaging you promised."

Miles groaned exaggeratedly, pulling you close once more to trail tantalizing kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and jaw. "You're going to be the death of me, y/n…the absolute death of me…"

The swing back to your apartment seemed to take forever, the heated tension between you and Miles practically crackling in the night air. His arm was banded securely around your waist as you clung to him, the thrill of the gala confrontation still humming in your veins.

By the time he landed deftly on your fire escape, you were practically vibrating with a heady mixture of residual adrenaline and arousal. The moment your feet touched down, you turned and seized him by the lapels of his jacket, backing him up against the railing as you crushed your mouth to his hungrily.

Miles met your passion with equal fervor, fingers tangling in your hair to angle your head for deeper exploration. You moaned softly into the liplock, pressing your lithe body flush against the hard planes of his as the kiss turned molten.

"Inside…" he rasped out when you briefly parted for air, dark eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Need you…now…"

You offered no argument, simply grasped his wrist and tugged him insistently towards the window you'd left unlocked. Miles followed without hesitation, his free hand roving over your curves in a way that made you shiver with keen anticipation.

The two of you tumbled through the window in a heated embrace, all tangled limbs and roaming caresses as Miles kicked it shut behind you. You backed him up against the nearest wall, devouring his lips again in a messy, needful kiss.

"The way you…fought tonight…" he groaned against your mouth when you trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the stubbled hinge of his jaw. "So fucking fierce, mami…so strong…"

A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from you at the reverent praise, your nimble fingers already working at loosening his emerald tie. "You know what they say - fury is an aphrodisiac."

Miles hissed sharply as you nipped at the sensitive hollow beneath his ear, his hands flexing against the flare of your hips almost desperately. "Whatever rage was fueling it, it made you the sexiest goddamn thing I've ever seen. I could barely keep my hands off you back there."

"Then don't," you murmured, voice dropping into a sultry register that never failed to make his pupils blow wide with want.

That was all the encouragement Miles needed. With a low, rumbling groan, he hauled you up, your legs automatically banding around his waist as he pinned you to the wall. His mouth found that sensitive spot on your neck, worrying the sensitive flesh there with lips and teeth until you whimpered.

"Miles…yes…oh fuck, just like that, baby…"

You reveled in the exquisite friction of his clothed arousal grinding against your heated core as your hips undulated in a filthy grind. Everywhere his hands roved left trails of delicious fire in their wake - over the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of heated exploration, you reached between your bodies to fumble with the button of his trousers. Miles sucked in a sharp breath at your featherlight ministrations, dipping his head to capture your lips in another searing liplock.

"I need you…" he rasped harshly when you broke apart, forehead pressed to yours as you slowly, torturously dragged his zipper down.

Rather than reply with words, you simply flashed him a wicked smirk and arched invitingly against him in silent acquiescence. That was all the cue Miles needed to divest both of you of your remaining clothes in a flurry of heated impatience.

Finally, blissfully skin-to-skin, he hoisted you up once more, your legs locking around his waist as he sank into your welcoming heat with a guttural groan of relief. You matched his desperate noises with whimpers of your own, reveling in the scorching stretch of him filling you so completely.

"Oh god…yes…fuck me, Miles…" you keened, throwing your head back against the wall with abandon. "Fuck me like you mean it…"

He needed no further urging, hips snapping in a deep, pounding cadence that quickly reduced you to a quivering, whimpering mess. There was no slow build, no teasing exploration - this was pure, unrestrained passion unleashed in its most primal form.

"Look at me…" Miles commanded in a low rasp, his thrusts punishingly deep and relentless. When you forced your eyes open to meet his smoldering gaze, he groaned deep in his chest. "That's it, ma…let me see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart…"

A tremulous whine escaped your parted lips at his heated words, your fingers scrabbling at the tense muscles of his back in search of purchase. The sensations built higher and higher, the wet sounds of your joining obscenely loud in the quiet room.

"I'm…Miles, I'm gonna--" was all the warning you could gasp out before your climax detonated violently. You shuddered and arched with a broken cry, inner walls fluttering maddeningly around his rigid length as wave after wave of delirious pleasure crested over you.

Miraculously, impossibly, Miles only seemed to find his rhythm more relentless in the wake of your release. He pounded into your twitching, overstimulated form with reckless abandon, lips trailing hot, openmouthed kisses wherever he could reach.

"Not…done…with you yet…" he growled against the sweat-slicked hollow of your throat, grazing his teeth in a way that made you whimper deliriously. "Not…by a longshot…want you…screaming…"

True to his word, Miles's thrusts began finding that perfect angle deep inside you, nudging against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and again until a new crest started building once more. Your hands fisted in his hair, your nails scored lines of delicious heat down his back, but still he drove into you with unrelenting purpose.

"Oh god…oh fuck…yes, Miles! Right there, baby…gonna…come again!" you wailed out, so completely undone and far beyond caring how loud you were being.

He snarled out his own guttural noises of pleasure at your admission, hips snapping even more wildly now with impatience to make good on his promise. You could feel the trembling tension mounting in his corded frame, muscles knotted with exquisite strain as he held back for you.

When your second, even more intense orgasm finally peaked with a sobbing cry, your inner walls convulsing in rhythmic pulses around him, Miles let out a savage growl of gratification. His own climax barreled through him in hot spurts, his full-body shudder pressing your molten flesh together so tightly not even a whisper of air separated you for several deliriously long moments.

Gradually, as the tremors subsided and hot breaths puffed against overheated skin, your boneless frames slid to a tangled rest on the nearby bed, Miles still buried inside your fluttering depths. You lay there in sybaritic repletion, tracing idle patterns across each other's sweat-slicked flesh as your hammering heartbeats calmed.

"Christ…" you finally wheezed out, a deeply satisfied purr vibrating in your words. "I'm going to feel that in the morning."

You could feel more than hear Miles's rich chuckle against your neck, his lips brushing featherlight kisses in its wake. "Mmm…good. That was the idea, amor."

With seemingly bone-deep reluctance, he slipped free of your interlocked bodies, immediately hauling you close again as you both reveled in the tactile intimacy. Soothing caresses and murmured endearments passed between you in the afterglow, both drunk on the heady cocktail of desire, satisfaction, and indelible connection.

Miles was the one to finally rouse himself enough to reach for the discarded edge of bedsheet and tenderly dab at the glistening sheen of exertion on your skin. "You okay?" he rumbled in that low, husky register that still managed to make your toes curl.

You caught his wrist, pulling him down to nuzzle your nose against his affectionately. "I'm perfect, Miles…never better. As long as I've got you, I'll always be okay."

His features softened in a way that made your heart pang, warm adoration shining through as he ducked his head to capture your lips in a achingly tender kiss. "You've got me, mami - now and always."

Ⓡ chion3spid3r all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

[megumisgirl]

oh, who is she? (f1 driver!megumi x fem!reader) part twooo

it was about 10 pm before you went to megumi's hotel room. the race went overtime and you needed to rest. qualifying was one of the most hectic days and you thought you deserved that bit of rest after all that running around you do for the team and megumi alone.

you wondered how long it will take him before he is bored with you and finds a new toy to play with. of course, not all f1 drivers were like this, most held class and perfectionism all the way through— of course megumi was like that, too— but they also needed a way to take all that furstration away. the pain and anger for crashing, the hatred for their fellow drivers/team mates, most driver chose golf or alcohol but megumi? he chose you.

and you complied. you offered yourself to him. who wouldn't? with those deep set eyes, full lips and toned abs, anyone would throw themselves at him. single, rich, and good looking— he's megumi fucking fushiguro.

you stand in front of the mirror as your heart throbs at your chest, you look at your pretty little outfit, school girl skirt with a simple white button down shirt, and your signature gold necklace. you breath out as you add some last bit of mascara and strawberry lip gloss. you were late on purpose, the anticipation of what he might do if you were, the punishment— your mind wandered— it got you aroused as you clenched your thighs together.

as you went up the elevator, you played with the hem of your skirt, breathing lively as the elevator dinged to your destined floor. your heart practically lept off your mouth as you knocked on the door.

as much as aroused you were, meanwhile megumi was jacking off in the bathroom thinking you won't be coming to see him tonight. he wouldn't admit it to you, but it made him sad. what?! sad?! megumi is never effected a woman, but you weren't just a woman to him, you were his dream woman. with your perfect curves, and tanned skin, lucious brown hair and sweet eyes, he practically crashed his car just so he could talk to you. of course, one thing bigger than megumi's dick, was his ego, so he would never admit.

but he didn't have to, because his actions did. while you were getting ready to be fucked senseless, megumi was pouting about why you weren't here at 9 exact, like he said before. he groaned as he checked his phone, 9:10 no you. 9:25 no you. 9:40 no you, instead of sitting on the chair and thinking of you, he went on the shower and thought of you.

with his gorgeous dick in his hand, he carresed over his pink tip, a soft whimper leaving his mouth as he tightened his grip. going faster, and harder, his pace getting sloppy as his hips buck and his come is released with a loud moan to your name. he pants as the cold water trails down his body. he hears the knock as soon as he gets out of the shower, thinking it might be his team mates on their way for a drink, he opens the door with the grumpiest expression, just to see your flushed face.

"you're late." he said through grittened teeth.

"race ran late. m' sorry." you said, with a smile on your face as he moves away from the door to let you in. your eyes first scan his entire body, he was entirely naked except for that slim towel covering his slim waist. his broad waist on display as the small bruises on his back make an appearance, making him even more hotter. his black hair is wet and dripping— just like the fire between your thighs— and his cheeks are slightly flushed.

"i don't like late, y/n," he said, his hands slowly sliding to your waist as he closed the hotel door, guiding you inside. "i thought you knew me better." his breath hit your ears as he kissed your collerbone, "and that skirt...oh, y/n," he moans in your ears as his hands gripped your breats and his thumb ran over your peaked nipples over your shirt, "is this on purpose?" he asked.

"no," you breathed out. he smiled against your skin before—in a quick and swift movement— he bend you over the bed, your knees pressed against the firm mattress and your ass in the air, you groaned at his rough movement.

"i don't like liars, either." he said, before spanking your ass loudly. you moaned as he took both your hands, pinning them to your back, your face pressed against the mattress now. "now, again. was this on purpose?" he asked, "y/n,"

"yes! yes, it was!" you said loudly as he smiled. his hand caressed the area he spanked, the stinging sensation burning through his warm fingertips as you whimpered. his finger gently pulled your underwear to the side, his other thumb holding it in place. you twitched as soon as his fingers glided over you wet clit.

"so sensitive.." he whispered. you felt his breath on your cunt before you felt his lips. his soft, yet firm, lips pressed against the lips of your cunt as you moaned out loud. his tounge traced all of your folds before his index finger rubbed your bud. your legs shook as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. instantly, he pulled his finger out, and parted his lips from your cunt, "not yet." his low, husky voice reached yours, "you made me wait, and hour. it'll take you a while before i let you come."

he flipped you over so you would lie on your back now. your ass hit the cold wooden surface of the bed as he caressed your knees. he pulls your underwear off as he leaned down to put a soft kiss on your lips. it wasn't like normal, it was soft, sweet, almost intimate but primal, carnal. as if he needs this, he needs you. the kiss made you confused, dazed, as he pulled out. his blue eyes gazed into yours before he kissed you again. this time fast, hungry and not at all sweet. this kiss was fierce, bold, he bit your bottom lips as your teeths grazed. you moaned when you felt this knee rub against your bare, wet core.

"megumi..." you moaned, feeling his teeth graze over your clothed nipples. he opened his mouth, filling his face with your breasts in his mouth. he moaned, the vibration making your back arched, he practically ripped the shirt away from you as you giggled and threw his towel away.

"eager, are we?" he gave you a low chuckle that made your stomach flutter.

"always for you."

he smiled before his lips glided down to yours again. his dominant hand slided up your throat as you moaned on the kiss. his other hand slided down your stomach, creating goosebumps on the way to drop to your glistening clit. his finger grazed over your bud as you whined in the kiss.

"megumi, please!" you said, throwing your head back. he chuckled, his fingers slowly drawing circles around your sex. you whimpered as his pace went quicker and quicker. suddenly, without any warning he shoved two fingers inside out. his hands going faster than his car. you clenched around his fingers but this time he didn't take his finger away, and you squirted (i hate this word, im sorry, but idk what else word to use????) all over his fingers and sheets.

"tsk, tsk, tsk! the glorious media manager..." he taunts, "why did no one record you coming all over my fingers like that?" he kissed your cheek before pulling your skirt down. you shut your legs together but he grabbed them forcefully and opened them, "don't. you're perfect."

he lowered himself so his face would be level with your wet cunt, and his eyes looked up to you. "i can smell you, sunshine." he moaned, "so wet..."

he took in a slow yet careful lick, from your slit to your clit. Tasting your arousal. I licked y/n again, this time her folds, each and everyone of them. you shook under his touch, feeling her thighs close up on my face, he forcefully separated them with his hands, again. "stop doing that." he giggled. your face flushed as you covered your face with your hands.

he licked and sucked on her cunt as long as he could, eating you like a starving man, he put your left leg on his shoulder, yanking you closer. you gripped his hair, grinding on his face shamelessly. and then for the second—oh well, third— time you came today. he looked at you, his chin dripping from your slick and come.

he hoovered on top of you. his warmth exageratting from his body as he send you a soft smile before tugging a strand of your hair away from your face. "tell me to stop," his eyes searched for yours, "and i will stop, okay?" you hummed as you kissed him again. he got your answer as he pushed his hard length into your sex.

he moaned at how tight you always were. he fully let his length get inside you as you moaned and gripped on his arm. "too deep, too deep..."

"shut up, you wanted this." he said breathlessly before he got up, his knees bent as he grip your hip and slams into you again. you moaned as he fastened his face, his ball hitting your ass your toes curled and your back arched. tears formed in your eyes as you felt your come leaking all over his cock. your hands pushed him away from his abs as he threw your hands away, "not over, till i come." he said, you groaned, your hands gripping the bed sheet as you felt your fourth come arising. "fucking whore." he whispered.

his mean words adding fuel to the fire as you twitched and frailed around. you clenched around his dick as his hands bucked, he got ontop of you again, thrusting into you from angles you didn't know existed as you came again. your come erected his as he came shortly before you. he panted in your ears as he got up again, pulling himself out of you, causing you to moan.

his eyes lingered at your glistening cunt, his come dripping down from your sex as he traced his come. you twitched, still sensitive as he spread his come all over your sex. his eyes stayed focus on your cunt for a second, before they found your already closed and panting ones.

he laid down beside you, folding the wet patch of the sheet so it wouldn't bother you before pulling the blanket over your chest, your eyes lazily fluttered at him before he brought you closer to him. your legs getting interwined as he sighs deeply, inhaling your scent.

"so, what's new with the account?" he'd ask, listening your sleepy voice getting fumbled as you both fell into deep slumber. only to wake up and do this all over again, before he went to race. winning, and collecting his prize : you.

this was a bit long, sorry bout that :(

[kaidabakugou]

❅ DAY 2: CHRISTMAS DECORATING FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❅ WORD COUNT: 664

❅ AUTHOR'S NOTE: welcome to day twooo! no warnings here just a little decorating drabble, this is a little very self indulgent but i hope you enjoy!! <3

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

unlocking the door to your shared apartment, katsuki was immediately hit with the rich smell of balsam and crisp cedarwood followed by the sound of soft christmas music echoing through the open space of the kitchen. making his way towards the living room where he can hear you fumbling around with something.

met with the mess of different storage boxes laid out around the room, finding you at the center of them whilst working on making sure that every tree branch on the christmas tree is opened properly before getting started on decorations.

shouting an excited “welcome home!” once you notice his presence whilst he makes his way towards you as he pushes some of the boxes aside so he could reach you. wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss while you wrap your arms around his neck, quickly expressing the ideas you have planned for decorations this year once you both pull away as he listens to you with a soft smile on his face.

bakugou never cared much for the holidays, it was already enough that the winter limited his abilities and the added hassle and overall stress that the season brought with it just made him more frustrated. but then you came along, and you went a little crazy during the holidays to say the least, but you made him experience things that he never thought he’d get to experience which made the wintertime a more enjoyable time for him.

he passed you the ribbon he got from one of the boxes before getting started on helping you organize the ornaments, letting you handle all the crafting parts of the decorations. watching amused at how effortlessly you twist and turn the mesh ribbon in your hands to fill in the tree, grunting to himself as he remembers last christmas where you tried to teach him how to do it and he found out that the bakugou katsuki was actually not great at everything after the ribbon kept untangling through his fingers making him frustrated.

finding a mistletoe ornament hidden under some of the newspapers you use to secure the more fragile decorations, katsuki smiles as he hides it behind his back before calling out to you.

“hey babe”

“hmm”, you hum as you look back at him from where you're standing.

“come here”, he says while beckoning you over with his hand.

“what's wrong?”, you ask, worried he's about to tell you something is broken.

“look up”, he says smiling while holding the ornament over your heads. laughing at the realization while whispering a soft “silly” against his lips before pulling him in for a kiss.

once you both get done decorating the body of the christmas tree, you ask him if he could get you the latter from the storage closet so you could arrange the crown of the tree. you're about to turn around when all you get is silence in return, but before you can fully turn you scream when he hoists you up over his shoulders in one swift motion.

your thighs on either side of his head as his hands wrap around them to keep you secure on top of him while you put up the tree toppers with a variety of stem ornaments surrounding it, that remind you of the little spikes from his hero suit. sneaking kisses on the inside of your knees and thighs every chance he gets while your soft humming to the christmas music playing in the background fills his ears.

after everything is ready, you both enjoy some hot cocoa on the couch under some fluffy blankets with the lights in the apartment turned off so you can admire the sparkling lights from the tree while cuddling. kissing the top of your head while you rest against his chest, even though he still found the holidays a little annoying, shared moments like this with you made the winter worth enjoying.

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

number oneeee: your art style is so beautiful, it feels so comforting just looking at your art.

number twooo: i’m an absolute sucker for both marlene mckinnon and the marylily ship and your work on them is immaculate. favourite headcanons?

number threeee: i truly hope u have a lovely day night and rest of the week

thank you for all the compliments and i hope you too have a lovely week <3

here are some headcanons!

marlene

youngest of three children, by the time she started attending hogwarts her older siblings had already graduated, and were generally making their parents proud with brilliant careers. for this reason, marlene’s parents never seemed to care about her or have any expectations for her, so she also stopped caring about her studies and grew a rebellious personality.

despite her disinterest in studying, since she came from a family of powerful wizards, magic wasn’t hard for her, and she was actually rather talented. however, she didn’t really believe she was a good witch because of the lack of attention from her parents in her childhood.

her witty and rebellious personality matched quite well with remus’, and they became close: they have matching stick n pokes on their ankles (done rigorously while drunk, marlene’s is a poorly drawn guitar and remus’ a wobbly record), and in the summer of 1976 remus brought her to muggle london to get cigarettes to resell at school (i have a couple of drawings about this actually)

her favourite band was the runaways: she could sing the entirety of “dead end justice”, and remus started calling her cherry because of the song “cherry bomb”.

very chill about everything. she actually encouraged people to experiment with expressing themselves, (“do you think wearing make up is for queers?” “david bowie wears make up, sirius. it’s fucking rock n roll”) and she was be a good listener. might encourage chaos tho, always eager to get in fights.

another quidditch nerd. she didn’t enjoy getting up at 5 am for practice, but that’s what you get when james fucking potter is captain. loved discussing strategies tho.

never really thought about being a lesbian. she just was, never felt the pressure of getting in a relationship with a boy.

rivalry with dorcas, both on the pitch and in class. dorcas took it very seriously, marlene saw it as a sort of game between the two of them.

marylily

friends to lovers. but not the sweet, “realised-i-love-you-more-than-a-friend” kind of dynamic: both lily and mary were very jealous, when they still weren’t aware of their feelings. lily never liked mary’s boyfriends, and mary seemed to dislike snape even more than marlene. snark remarks and eye-rolls. the good shi.

marlene connected the dots before mary and lily. she wanted to slap both of them for being stupid and blind, but at least she understood the tension.

when they were younger, mary would help lily being less shy: they were both muggleborns, but mary had never been intimidated by snobby purebloods, and lily admired her for it. because she was a girl and a muggle born, she was an easy target for purebloods who made fun of her being “the teachers pet”. (“lily it doesn’t matter who their parents are, you’re much better than them, so even if they call you names, don’t apologise for being smart!”)

lily fell first but sure as hell she didn’t realise it. mary, however, didn’t find out she liked her until they both confessed their feelings during an argument in their room (marlene proceeded to flee to give them some privacy)

the first girl mary ever kissed was emmeline, when she was still trying to figure out wether she liked women or not. lily was fuming when she found out.

[anamelessfool]

[Instrumental]

Copia x Cardinal Marian, Copia & Terzo Domestic Fluff sponsored by @comp-lady's Domestic December

Link to Challenge Here

Words: 1426 AO3 Link Here

Tags: Duet, Singing, Being Silly, Holiday Doldrums

Dedicated to @delullu and @thew0man <3

Ficlet Below the Cut!

After the Solstice Holidays and before the New Year, it was rough around the Ministry compound. Not much to do except nurse a hangover and wait for the calendar to refresh you, to wash away the old year. Next year will be different. But right now, I got to lie the fuck down.

Papa Emeritus III would make it everyone's problem and start wandering the halls looking for some last minute pick-me-up from a sibling who was already either exhausted with him or disgusted by him thanks in part to his traditionally ridiculous behavior at the Solstice party. Sister would have nothing to do with him, which of course meant he would resort to the only two people whose job description required mandatory interaction: Sister's Personal Assistant Marian and his protegee Papa Elect Copia.

Which is why during this time Marian and Copia preferred to hunker down somewhere. And when Marian would get so sick of puzzles or hearing Copia crow about The Life and Times of JP Morgan she would demand a field trip.

Luckily at this time of year Copia’s beige LaSabre would have the snow chains on and they could go into town without careening off of a snowy cliff on the way there.

And in the nearest town there was a bar that, for a discreet twenty dollar bill it would be Karaoke Night any night Marian wanted.

“Here we stand…Worlds apart, hearts broken in two! Two! Twooo….” Marian scream-sang the words as they lit up across the video screen. From his place at a nearby table, Copia sighed wistfully. She was a terrible singer, he had to admit. Not a musical bone in her body. But her heart was into it. Always, fully.

Also watching her plush hips sway in time to the music was a bonus.

“Some day, love will find you! Break those chains that bind you! You know, I still love you—” Marian held out her hand to him, flashing a winning smile. Copia’s heart soared. “Even when we go our separate ways!”

A man wandered up to the stage and threw a dollar into the empty plastic pitcher for her. She blew him a kiss. Copia felt a little tinge of jealously bubble up in his throat but it was followed by another thought, this one much more thrilling. Doesn’t matter, she’s coming home with me….

“Closer to the heart! Closer to the HEAAAAAART! YEA-YUH!” And Marian jumped off the small stage, drink in hand, to wander back to Copia’s table and his nest of empty glasses with lemon slices.

“The song’s over?” Copia asked. Watching her sidle over to him, a smirk across her face put him in a certain way. He pretended for a moment she had eyed him from across the bar, a mysterious temptress. He a debonair scoundrel. His heart fluttered.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine….

“No there's like a five minute instrumental section, get with the program,” she said. “Here, drink this.”

Copia did what he always did—immediately what was told. He took a sip from the tiny straw. His whole mouth was awash with acrid flames as the liquid scraped down his throat. He nearly arched and hissed like a cat. “W-what was in that?!”

“Long Island Ice Tea—I thought you'd like it. The most alcohol for the least amount of money.” Marian cackled. “Enough with that unsweetened shit. You're up next.”

Copia clutched one of his empty glasses of unsweetened shit. “No thank you. I enjoy just watching you.”

“Why not?” Marian scanned the room. There were a half dozen people besides them on this impromptu Tuesday night karaoke.

“I just….prefer…”

“There's like five other people here.” She gestured towards the bar. “Four now, because I think that guy over there is asleep.”

Copia idly tapped the glass, blinking.

“You know you're going to perform in front of thousands of people soon, yeah?”

“That's different. So many, and they're ah…they're a wall at that scale, really.”

The little [INSTRUMENTAL] blocks started filling across the screen. She’d have to start singing again soon. Marian threw him a determined look. A hungry look. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth quirked. “Drink the rest of that. I'll get you up here.”

Marian turned back to the stage and Copia watched her ass in her tight jeans cross the floor. Imagined his hands across the nipped in part of her waist. He knocked back the rest of the burning concoction and dealt with the pain.

Marian’s solo ended and someone in the darkness actually clapped. She did an ironic curtsy and the next song title appeared across the screen.

Copia bit his lip and gripped the empty glass.

He heard the song. The fake organ refrain. The plinks and chirps of the most perfect arrangement of notes he'd ever heard since Bach felt inclined to start writing.

It was his ringtone for years, when custom ring tones were a thing.

Are they still a thing?

The intro ended, and the lyrics flashed across the screen, unsung. The midi karaoke track blared without any singer. Without anyone to help push the song along and give it life.

Marian stood there, staring into his eyes. Her smirk transformed into a wild, toothy grin.

How dare she.

How dare she let this song run down.

This perfect song.

Copia blinked again, this time keenly aware of how heavy his eyelids had become. He got up and his vision swam a little.

Marian was right. That was a lot of alcohol for a sensible price. And maybe chugging it wasn't the best idea Copia ever had.

The eight inch step up onto the little stage brought with it a surge of emotion. He was already singing the song in his head, trying to keep time. He wanted his intro to be completely on time.

Copia touched her arm with one hand, then grabbed under her chin. Marian laughed, dropping the mic in his other hand. She winked.

The horrible rinky-dink light set up was still unnaturally bright and he shut his eyes tight, leaning into the mic. He had to recover. He owed it to the song. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me!”

Marian pulled another mic from the plastic pitcher nearby and joined in, trying to mimic the dulcet tones of Agnetha Fältskog the best a mere mortal could. “It was like shooting a sitting duck! A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck!”

Copia made a little pleased grunt, a nod, then swept his arms out theatrically, continuing, “I still don't know what you've done with me! A grown-up woman should never fall so easily…”

Something pressed play in Copia's heart. The program ran without any doubt, dismay—there was definitely something beyond the buzz of a drink mixed with a heavy hand. For some reason he wanted nothing more than to give the performance of a lifetime. He put a foot up on the stool, leaning into the bridge. “I feel a kind of fear when I don't have you near… Unsatisfied, I skip my pride, I beg you, dear!”

Copia glanced over to Marian. She was red faced and giggling, the mic forgotten in her arms. He threw her his own smirk, pointing at her with an accusing finger. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me! Don't go sharing your devotion…”

Marian stepped forward into him, and his hands automatically wrapped around her. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and her lips connected with his. He tasted something tropical, warming him on this dreary winter December evening. The empty song continued, abandoned, but her kiss was consolation enough.

Marian couldn't resist a little bite as she pulled away. “Told you,” she said.

“Eh er-well..I was going to pick that one next anyway,” Copia huffed. He shifted his weight and through the bright lights he saw a curious gleam of metal in the far corner. A figure had slipped into the bar and settled behind a table, a large square-shouldered rectangle. With horns. With a metal mask.

“Omega?” Marian stammered. “What—”

There was a theatrically wicked laugh from behind them. Terzo was standing by the stage, leafing through the giant binder of songs and typing in numbers.

“You think you could keep this place a secret forever, fratellino,” Terzo sneered. The Infernal Eye gleamed in its socket. “We’re singing Super Trooper next.”

Bonus Organ Cover Of the Greatest Song Since Bach Decided to Dabble (Copia's words)

[riveranova]

(A/N): Part twooo! I really enjoyed making this - if you want to see more, it's just an ask away! 💙

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings: Lichts part is a little sad, still mostly crack

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 854

Chevalier Michel

,,you have a roommate? i thought that room was your storage room''

you forget that hes there too

never ever comes out of his room - and if he does its at night

obviously reading smh

when you guys moved in he was ready to murder for the bigger room (he has a lot of books ok? ok)

honestly, always ready to murder

keeps a clean room

has this motherly power to magically make things appear

,,what do you mean, my scarf is in that drawer, i looked there alrea- WHY IS IT IN THERE NOW''

does everything at night

is super fucking tired in the morning

ohhh nooo are those the consequences of his actionssss?

try to wake him up. come on. try it.

doesnt give a shit about school and aces everything

90/100 would roommate again

Luke Randolph

can he be my roomie pls

he smells SO GOOD

i imagine that he smells like honey (duh) with a mixture of grass and other herbs

very outdoorsy and forces you to be too

takes you hiking, swimming or just for a lil walk

makes sure that youre always taken care of

honestly, like a big brother

doesnt give a shit about school and it shows

if youre not making him, this man can and will fail all his classes

,,i'm not school smart - but i'm life smart!''

preach brother, preach

LIVES for your food

he could make some himself, but your food just feels cozy and warm and maybe its just the copius amounts of honey in there but he would murder for your cooking

Loves to cuddle but falls asleep when he does

100/100 would roommate again

Yves Kloss

there he is, my man

i want to live with him so bAD

smells good, looks good, bakes good THE WHOLE DEAL

isnt good with words and gets akward REALLY fast

he may act like he doesnt care about you but behind the scenes--

i wouldnt say hes obsessed but like,,, kinda obsessed lmao

if you let him, he'll do your hair or your make up, your nails - bro would sit in front of your drawer for the entire evening just so he can find an amazing outfit for you

is never satisfied tho, so hes taking you out to buy clothes

hes a fashion major, obviously, so he uses the finished products for some of his sketches

i imagine him to be a pro with perfumes

will throw things at you if you pull all-nighters again (ofc still insisting that he doesnt actually care and that youre just too loud)

,,i made too much tea... and uh, baked too much. you'll have to eat some with me so it doesnt get bad.''

judges you, but like friendly

,,that shirt is so ugly. *long pause* you look good tho-''

80/100 would roommate again

Jin Grandet

sigh

i wrote a oneshot about it but like

dad jokes

BAD dad jokes

has one for every occasion and i BET my left boob that he has a little journal where he writes every single on down

its his little treasure and youre not allowed to touch it, ever (you cant spoiler yourself yk)

player™

not like Nokto tho, hes more of a gentleman

no touching you, just looking (no shame)

besides all that, i think that hes a great roommate to have

because hes a little older, he has great advice for literally any situation

listens and if you want to, he talks too

can be very serious and wants the best for you and his friends in general

do you get why hes one of my favorites

god i love him (this is 100% objective ofc)

1000/100 would (please) roommate again

Licht Klein

ayyy its that other guy

hes really, really quiet

studies a lot, sometimes too much

you sometimes have to remind him that he has to take care of himself

doesnt think highly of himself, so he tries to make it up with academic success

i relate a lot to Licht, so i imagine that you both would have really deep talks about life and everything

like, its 3am on a school day and both you sit in the living room, cuddled up in blankets and just talk

kinda like Yves, he acts like he doesnt care but always listens in the end

you need something and he doesnt want to help? bribe him with sweets and youre good

spends a lot of time with Notko but never brings him back home

mostly to save you some very annoying flirting

100/100 would roommate again

Leon Dompteur

the man, the myth, the one

goes for a walk every morning at 5am sharp

very athletic, yes yes

has zero shame and walks around without his shirt after he showers

did it on accident at first (he just forgot) but after he realized that your reactions to it where kinda funny, he does it just to fuck with you

can be serious, but chooses not to

life is short so he wants to live it to the fullest

he invites you to a lot of his trips

theme parks, the pool - youre always included

has a shit ton of friends and hates when he cant see them for long

hes that one extroverted friend that just runs around and adopts introverted people into his circle

i think that hes a little bit of a himbo tho

gets a ton of chocolate on valentines day and just goes ,,i have great friends, look - they thought of me! :D''

nothing is akward for this man, nothing

90/100 would roommate again

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Recliner Takeover

Summary: Peter 2 gets everything set up to chill in his recliner. When he comes back after getting something, One has taken his spot and refuses to give it back 😁

Peter 2 tossed a blanket onto the recliner. "Never thought I'd enjoy this as much as I would, but here we are."

Roughly a month ago, the recliner had been gifted to him by MJ and Otto and, as much as it irked him to admit, the reclined position really helped with his back and joints. One of the many joys of becoming old meant you favored less upright positions.

Two patted his pockets. "Now where did I---Oh that's right."

The eldest hurried back to his room. Sure enough, his phone was still on the night stand. "Ah-ha."

With his phone secured, Peter 2 stepped back to the living room. "Alright, time to---."

Two froze in the doorway. His once empty recliner was now occupied by a giggling teenager.

Peter 2 put a hand on his hip. "Well well well. What do we have hehere?"

One snuggled into the recliner. "Yohou made it lohook soho comfyhy."

"Well that wahas kind of thehe point." Two stepped toward the recliner. "Since Ihi was going to use ihit."

One turtled as his nervous giggles grew. "Ohoho?"

"Yes oho." Peter 2 closed the distance between them. "I'm sure you could tehell."

"Ihi didn't, buhut nohow ihits too lahate."

"Why's thahat?"

One grinned. "Ihits mine nohow!"

The eldest Peter bit pack a grin as he leaned toward his baby brother. "Well thihis just won't do."

The youngest turtled even farther into his shoulders. "Uh-oho."

A moment later, Two had scooped the youngest up into his arms. "Ah-ha!"

"Eep!"

Peter 2 settled into the recliner with his baby brother in his lap. "Now I have reclaimed the recliner!"

"No!" One squirmed.

Meanwhile, a plan formed the oldest's mind. He wrapped One in a hug and held him close. "And now I have a little Snuggle Baby to keep me company."

"Noho! Noho bahaby!"

Two's fingers started spidering across One's sides. "Of cohourse, I can't let such a crime ahas stegealing go unpunished. And I think I have the peherfect activity to do with my Snuggle Baby."

Peter 1 dissolved into a squirmy ball of giggles. "Nuuhuhu! Yohou're mean!"

"You stole my spot!" The oldest spidered his fingers up One's side. "This is aha fair exchahange."

The youngest shook his head.

"Awww, what's wrong Peanut? Too ticklish?"

A blush crept across One's face. "Shuhut uhup!"

"Uh-oho, someone's cranky." Two readjusted the youngest. "Ihi know what to do."

The next sound to leave One's mouth was a squeal as Two's face nuzzled into his neck. "NAAAH! HEEEEHELP!"

"Three's not here rigight now." Two switched to the other side. "No one can save you now!"

"AHEEEE!" Peter One snorted. "TWOOO!"

"Aww, baby snorts."

Another snort slipped out. "SHUHUT UHUP!"

"You brought this uhupon yourself." Two moved up to his ears. "You stohole myhy seat."

One squeaked and turtled. "NAT THERE!"

Peter 2 cooed and paused his tickles to let One catch his breath. "Do you ahapologize?"

Immediately, the youngest shook his head while the biggest grin appeared on his face.

"No?"

One shook his head again. "Nohope."

A knowing smile grew across Two's face. "Did you do all this for some tickle time?"

The blush on One's face grew darker.

"Ope, you blushed." Peter 2 wiggled his fingers toward his baby brother. "You know what that means?"

"Shh-shhuhu---!"

The ever wiggling fingers moved closer to the youngest. "Aww, what's wrong Peanut? Awre those big mean fingewrs making youw newvous?"

Peter 1 loosely wrapped his hand around Two's wrist. "Shhh--shhh---!"

"Come ohon." The oldest wiggled his fingers even closer. "Yohou can get it ohout."

"Eep!" Peter 1's nervous giggles grew even louder. "Shh-shuhuhush!"

"I don't think I cahan." Peter 2's hand jumped to One's stomach. "Cause it's tummy time!"

"Ack! Peteher!"

"Aww, I thought babies loved tummy time." Two skittered his fingers in a circle. "It's a staple piece."

Peter 1 went from lightly grabbing Two's wrist to turtling his arms up like a T-rex.

"See? You do love tummy time."

"Noho!" One snorted again. "Dohon't call ihit thahat!"

"Why not? Tummy time is for babies after all."

"Buhut Ihim not aha babyhyhy!"

"Yes you are!" Peter 2 wrapped One in a hug. "Yes you are!"

The youngest buried his face in his brother's chest. "Yohou're soho mean!"

"But . . . You never told me to stop."

Peter 1 whined and buried farther in.

"Aww." Two spidered down Peter 1's side. "Do you need more tummy time Peanut?"

With a squeak, One turned back around and grabbed Two's hand. "Spihider!"

"You don't like the spider?"

One shook his head. "Noho. Spideher!"

Peter 2 cocked his head. "No spider? Or no I want spider?"

Peter 1 squeaked again.

The eldest Peter cooed. "Do you want itsy bitsy spider?"

Silence.

With an ever growing grin, Peter 2 started spidering up his baby brother's side. "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout."

One grinned brightly as he turtled to one side.

He looked so cute that Two almost forgot the next line of the song. However, he managed to remember the line as he spidered down to One's hip. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out."

Another round of giggles that could surely cure cancer.

"Out came the sun." Peter tapped his brother's nose. "And dried up all the rain."

The youngest scrunched up his nose.

So Peter 2 quickly finished the song so he could smother One in kisses. "And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."

As soon as the song finished and the kiss attack began, Peter 1 squealed loudly.

"You gotta stop being so cute! The government is going to take you away and using you as a weapon of mass destruction!"

The dark blush on Peter 1's face grew even darker as he turtled. "NOHOHO!"

Peter 2 continued his kiss attack. "I could just squish you into oblivion! You're so tiny and precious!"

Peter 1 tried to squirm down. "EHEVIHIL!"

Two squeezed the youngest close. "You're too adorable to let go baby! I wanna hold you forever and ever and ever!"

The youngest giggles calmed as his breathing calmed. "Buhut yohour love ihis smohothering!"

"Stop being so precious and I'll stop smothering you!"

One stuck his tongue out at his brother.

The eldest Peter cackled as he cuddled the youngest in his arms. "Yohou'll nehever stop being precihious to mehe Peanut."

One leaned into the hold. "Thahank you."

"Is that what you wanted." Two kissed his forehead. "A tickle and a cuddle?"

The youngest paused.

"One?"

"And time with you too."

"Really?"

Peter 1 grinned as he nodded. "I love you and want to spend time with you."

Two's heart melted. "I love you too Peanut."

"C-can I stay here? With you?"

"Of course!" The eldest used his webs to grab the blanket that had fallen to the floor so he could cover them both. "I'm always excited for Snuggle Bug cuddles."

". . . Snuggle Bug baby cuddles?"

The oldest nodded. "Yes. Snuggle Bug baby cuddles."

The biggest smile appeared on Peter 1's face.

Peter 2 melted as he readjusted the blanket around his baby brother's shoulders. "Come on, it's getting close to nap time."

The youngest rolled his eyes. "I'm 17, I don't need---need a nap."

Whatever retort One planned to make was interrupted by a yawn.

"Yohouve outehed yourself Buhug." Peter 2 readjusted the youngest. "Now it's nahap time."

As Peter 2 started to rock the recliner, One stubbornly held his eyes open. "I don't want to sleep yet."

"But we can have more fun when you're awake."

"C-could we watch a show? U-until I fall asleep?"

"Of course Peanut." Peter 2 turned on the TV. "That sounds like a perfect idea."

However, despite his desire, Peter 1 fell asleep before the first episode was halfway through.

The eldest Peter cooed and brushed the loose curls out of One's face. "I love you Peanut. Sleep tight.

A small smile appeared on One's lips as he slept safe and sound in his older brother's arms.

[mothlegs]

had the same nightmare 3 times in a row =_=

sweet home except it's in the greenhouse with me/hyun-su, the ripped shirt guy, K(adult where i live), a fusion of the big sister in Sweet Home and Avin (child in wheelchair from Genshin), and some randoms from nothing

at some point A was there and i said something like "if you're autismphobic, why are you autistic?" cause he did something common in autism and hes expressed Less Like for autistic people than allistics

but the dream. greenhouse apartments, i had the second on the opposite side of where i lived irl, it was in twooo floors and i was a university student

it kinda switched between this and having a sister and living with K i think? idk

huh was i babysitting my sisters at one point..?

my mom was there and then she leaves and the babies show me the outlet is on fire so i quickly blow it out and then see another is also on fire so o blow that out too

then someone(k?) says the neighbours house is on fire too and i ring on the doorbell and try to get in but cant. i considered breaking the window but didnt

kinda blurry here. something with ripped shirt guy, i think this is the start of him being murderous. i have a big fight scene w him.

i dont know where the Avin stuff was except i was told she was abandoned by her mom but she came back for her? and she had a normal job by day and was a prostitute by night cause she was so poor

but anyways. shirt guy has an axe and wants murder. we fight in the hall then my apartment then his apartment and then i escape to my apartment and lock the door

Avin's mom was there and was becoming a zombie/monster..? so was shirt guy maybe... K was like a more significant character than i remember, like 3 times i thought abt calling 911 but didnt until i was with him. they were hesitant to come until i told them abt shirt guy trying to axe murder me

then something abt going to the city where my sister was? but we had to stay away from an area cause she was setting something up there, but i wanted to buy her a gift

we go to her friends but in doing that i noticed her, and she was spacey and i just knew she was a zombie/monster, but that was like Real Me that saw and knew not Dream Me. so we go to her friends and theyrr bitches and assume she ditched them to play some waifu game?

then. go home sorta. im in some room. and i watch tv for a bit? and i know shes in there with me, coming for me, but the room is pitch black besides the tv. very scary. think i manage to grab my phone but struggle to turn on the light, have to turn off the tv too or someone will get mad at me

i guess i manage to wake up here? every time i thought abt calling 911 i woke myself up on purpose too but fell back asleep into the dream, so all of this was technically across 3 dreams. there was also more stuff before the dream becams sweet home, like the stuff with A and also more setting up my sister? she wasnt there at all in the mid part but was at the start and end

at some point i was organising my med box? and E (adult where i live) ate hell mushrooms from my lap (it was insanely weird in the dream too)

also. the apartment designs were very pretty and i love them very much i wish they were real

oh ew. i dreamt i watched a movie where brad pitt watched furry porn and like. flattened his dick kinda.? like it was a laptop and there was just enough space between the keyboard and the screen to fit his dick in and he Did. what the hell. and his wife was begging to be let in cause she was horny and he just wouldnt let her cause he was watching furry porn??? in the background of the wife begging was emily from stardew valley, think she was making tea. i was mostly just thinking about how gross the laptop was getting and why emily was there

[mountttmase]

HI BESTIEEEE

I MISSED YOUUUUU🥹🩷

THAT DATE SOUNDS AWFUL

‘I’m just popping to the loo, be back in a sec’ he smiled as he stood from his chair. You smiled back and nodded lightly, watching him walk away from you as you let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thankful you were finally alone but not two seconds later you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You quickly pulled it out to check it wasn’t an emergency, having not looked at it the whole way through lunch, not wanting to be rude, but the name that flashed up was the last person you thought it would be. THANK GOD HE WENT TO THE LOO

Mason OPSSSS🤭🤭

The moment of you meeting Mason came just under six months ago. The season had been over for a week and Reece was throwing a party at his house meaning Lauren insisted you came with her. Reece introduced you to Mason within the first ten minutes of you stepping in the door and you were hooked on him from the first look. GIGGLING 🤭

You obviously knew who he was but you tried to play it cool and make out you didn’t. Mason bought your calm exterior hook, line and sinker, telling you that you weren’t like most of the girls he meets at these things. You spent most of that night in his company, laughing at his stupid attempts to make you smile and falling for those gorgeous brown eyes every time you looked in them. He wasn’t anything like you thought he’d be, you were expecting an ego the size of a truck to match his perfect face but as time went on you realised he was just a normal guy who did a not so normal job. You exchanged numbers at the end of the night, him kissing your cheek promising to text you the very next day and you didn’t expect anything from him with how busy he was yet when you woke up the next day with a message from him your tummy had erupted into butterflies. OMG I LOVE THIS TWOOO

It had all started out so well, cute texts here and there and promises of seeing each other as soon as you could but nothing ever materialised. You got it, he was Mason Mount and you were you but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. The texts mostly dried up, only checking in with each other here and there and only seeing each other at social events. You’d made peace with the fact nothing probably would ever happen yet that didn’t stop him from getting his way when he wanted. OH NO😭😭

He would always make eye contact with you from across the room when you were together, smirking cheekily when he noticed the blush taking over your cheeks as his come to bed eyes raked over you hungrily. He liked the fact he could do that to you and he seemed to make it his mission to tease the life out of you. His hands always finding your waist as he passed behind you, or sitting as close as he could to you on the sofa so he could run his fingers over your thighs. ANNOYING, MASON, THAT'S JUST ANNOYING

But in the last two months it had become unbearable. He was a lot braver with his actions and one night after a little bit too much to drink he’d cornered you in the kitchen, pressing feather light kisses to the top of your shoulder from behind you and slowly making his way up your neck as you were trying grab a glass. No words were exchanged as he pressed his lips to your skin, knowing he’d followed you in hoping to catch you alone and If it hadn’t been for the loud crash coming from the other room you would have let him carry on. It seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in though and after giving you a quick wink he turned on his heel and left you stood flabbergasted. OHHHHHHHHHH, HE IS ACTING A BIT SHITTY

You told yourself that night that whatever game he was playing was over. You weren’t one to stick up for yourself, clearly, but you couldn’t stand another second of him having this weird hold over you without it leading anywhere. The next morning you dowloaded a dating app, telling yourself you needed to get out there and meet some different people and see what happens. Show him that he wasn’t free to keep dangling ideas in front of your face without acting on them. I LOVE HER😂

Well the back of you anyway, sat in the exact place you were right now. You slowly turned round and your eyes locked onto his right away, sat three tables back and slightly off to the left. You whipped back around before he could do anything else and tried to calm you racing heart. HE IS HEREEEEE

HE IS A TEASING LITTLE SHIT BUT WE LOVE HIM

Now you were rid of him, there was one other person you needed to send on their way before you could go home and think over your life decisions whilst drowing yourself in the tub of ben and Jerrys in your freezer. YEAHH....SURE

‘What you doing? your doors on the other side’ he winked ‘come on, get in’ SHOUT UP SILLY

‘Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?’ MOUNT

‘Come on, I haven’t seen you in ages. Why don’t you wanna hang out?’ He asked quietly. He was giving you his best puppy dog eyes they were really working on you, he looked genuinely upset you didn’t want to spend time with him. His hands planted themselves on your waist, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles just under your top. His gentle touch was making you fold and he knew it. “Please y/n, just for a little while? I promise I’ll take you home after’ he pouted, and you cursed at yourself in your head for giving into him so quickly but you couldn’t think straight when his hands were on you and he was looking at you like he was. I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD PLAN MR I'M A BIT SHITTY

He gave you that cheeky smile he always did, but released you so you could jump into his passenger seat. The whole ride to his house was perfect, this was the Mason you liked, no teasing or getting you flustered for his own entertainment. He asked you how you’d been and he seemed genuinely interested when you answered, a stark contrast from the lunch you had just endured and he seemed just as excited to fill you in on everything you’d missed out on in his life recently. THAT'S THE MASON I LIKE TOO

THE FACT THAT HE SAT EXCTLY NEXT TO HERRR

‘So you gonna tell me who that was you were having lunch with?’ He asked. You could tell by the tone of his voice he was on a mission to poke fun at you now and you sighed quietly. Knowing it was too good to be true that maybe for once you could just be normal with each other. WE HAVE A JEALOUS PERSON HEREEEE

‘Right… and how did you meet Charlie the crypto king?’ AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH SILLYYYY

‘I just didn’t think a gorgeous girl like yourself would look twice at any of the guys on there’ he said with a shrug. You tried to brush past the compliment but you could feel your cheeks burning up already, knowing it was giving Mason a kick to see the effect his words had on you. ’He was nowhere near good enough for you, I could tell by the way you were sitting you weren’t feeling it. Its like you’re boredom was radiating across the room’ SO WHO'S ENOUGH FOR HER MRRRRRRR???

‘Id like to think so, yeah’ he winked, the hand resting on his thigh now making its way onto yours. You had to ball your fists at your sides in order to keep calm. ‘If you wanted a lunch date you could of always called me, I know you’d rather have me sat opposite you’ DON'T

‘You know what Mason? Yeah maybe he was a bit boring but at least he had the guts to ask me out’ YESSSS GOOOOO

‘All you do is lead me on, you make me feel like you like me and then you go cold on me its fucking exhausting. Do you think I want to be meeting up with randomers off hinge?’ You barked at him. He seemed slightly taken aback by your outburst but his eyes were looking at you hungrily. He’d never seen this side of you before and he was loving it. ‘You’re so full of yourself all the time, thinking you can just invite me back here and i’ll come running? I’m so sick of your shit-‘ I JUST LOVE HER

OMG HE KISSED HER...THAT WAS SOOOO UNEXPECTED OMG

HE IS SUCH A TEASEEEEE

GIVE TO MY GIRL WHAT SHE DESERVES

‘Im not your good girl, mase’ you countered but you knew you were just lying yourself. You always had been and you always would be. OHHH🤭

He turned you back round and tucked your loose hairs behind your ears before leaning down and kissing you again lightly. ‘We’ll see’ he breathed into your mouth. ‘Go sit back down for me yeah?’ He asked but you waited a moment, both looking at each other to see who would break first but you could tell he wasn’t budging so you silently made you way back over to his sofa. Your fingertips touching your lips as you still couldn’t believe after all this time you’d finally kissed him. OMG OMG OMG SCREAMING

‘I know we’ve got some things we need to talk about, but can you please let me make you feel good first?’ He whispered, kissing you again softly. ‘I think it’s just best we get this out our system cause there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on anything serious if all I can think about is what’s under these clothes’ NAUGHTYYYY

‘Please baby, just a taste’ he whispered just below your ear and you felt your whole body erupt in goosebumps. Fuck he was good. It was like he knew exactly what to say and do to you. You knew you were wrapped around his finger but up until now you hadn’t realised how much. ‘You can trust me I promise’ IF YOU BREAK HER HEART...

The only thing on your mind was the thought of him getting you down to your underwear and then him telling you it’s all a joke. That this was just a new low for him to try and get one over on you but you knew Reece would kick him into next week if he ever tried something like that and the look in Masons eyes also settled you a bit. NO HE COULD NEVER

You wanted to say no but you you were too caught up in him finally giving you what you wanted. Thinking to yourself, even if this is all you ever got from him then you’d find a way to live with it. You just couldn’t refuse him when he was in between your thighs, promising to make it worth you while. So you nodded and kissed him back, a little deeper this time, parting your lips so he could slip in tongue in when he silently asked for permission. I'M SCREAMING

God he was so good at this, you thought as his hands came to rest at the waistband of you jeans. Why the hell haven’t we done this sooner? if I had to pick between breathing or kissing Mason, I think id choose the latter. SHE IS IN LOVE

His fingers slowly made their way to the button on your jeans, and he pulled back, looking at your face to make sure you were still comfortable. You nodded at him so he carried on, unzipping you before tapping your thigh so you would lift your hips in order for him to rid you of them. Next to come off was your top, leaving you with only your bra on underneath, thanking the lord you’d decided to put a nice one on this morning. Feeling your slight discomfort at being the only one without clothes on, he peeled his own top from his body, tossing it over the back of his sofa. HE IS CUTE, ISN'T HE?

THE FACT THAT HE JUST PUT HER FIRST AND HIS ONLY AIM WAS TO MAKE HER FEEL GOOD

After a few moments of silence you felt his lips lightly press on your forehead before he muttered the words ‘i’m sorry’ MASON???

This was part you were dreading. The first thought coming to mind was him telling you he’s sorry for making you think the two of you could be anymore than you already were. You told yourself you were fine with it, but the feeling of your heart sinking told you you weren’t. IT CAN'T BE THAT

‘All the cocky bullshit with you, it’s always just been a front. Truth is, the way you make me feel scares the shit out of me’ he told you gently. Your eyes pleaded with him to carry on, but the tsunami in his tummy was holding him back. He rested his head on top of yours and closed his eyes, figuring it might be easier to tell you how he felt if he wasn’t looking straight at you. OHHHHHH, CUTIE, HE IS CONFESSING🥹

You could feel his heart racing in his chest, the tempo matching your own at his words. You slowly stroked your thumb over his hand in an attempt to calm him so he could carry on, your gentle touches only making him fall for you even more. THEY ARE SO CUTE

‘I guess I just thought if we carried on the way we were then I’d still sort of have you. Like the fear of you rejecting me was worse than only having you a little bit’ he chuckled and you nuzzled into his neck a little at his confession. ‘I didn’t mean to make you feel as bad as I did though, half the time I wasn’t even trying to tease you I just wanted to be near you. I know I should of just asked you how you felt but if you haven’t noticed I’m not all that smart sometimes’ OH STUPID SILLY BOYYYY

‘Why don’t you ask me now?’ GO GIRLLLL

He took in a deep breath and shook his head lightly with a smile, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. ‘How you do you feel about me, y/n?’ SCREAMINGGGG

He moved again so he could look at you, his thumb stroking over your jaw softly and a slight look of guilt dressed his face. ‘I’m sorry I made it get to that point I never meant to make you feel that way. I hated seeing you out with someone else today like it proper hurt but I suppose it gave me the kick up the backside i needed.’ you chucked and turned your face in his hand to kiss his palm. It felt amazing to finally be this close to him but the little voice in the back of your head was stopping you from fully enjoying it. Mason must have sensed your change and tilted your face back up towards his. ‘What’s wrong?’ YAYYYYY THEY CONFESSEDDDDD

‘Well if you’d let me, I’d love to take you for dinner tonight. Like a proper date?’ TWO DATES IN A DAY AHHAHAHA GO GIRL

‘Two dates with two different men in one day, what will people think of me’ you teased and he just laughed at your silliness. EXACTLYYYYY AHHAHAHA

‘Yeah well I’m saying this mornings one didn’t count. I have a funny feeling you won’t be seeing Charlie the crypto king any time soon’ YEAH...I HAVE THAT FEELING TOO

‘Wake me up in ten minutes’ you heard him say softly and you tried to hold your giggle in at his antics. OH BABY BOYYYY

SO

I DIDN'T LIKE HIM IN THE BEGINN, TOO MUCH TEASING FOR ME

BUT WHEN HE TOOK HER HOME AND HE JUSG FOCUSED ON MAKING HER FEEL GOOD? WOW GOOD JOB

THEN HE EXPLAINED HIMSELF AND I STARTED LIKING MORE

THE CONFESSION MOMENT WAS PERFECT

AND THEY ARE TOGETHER NOWWWW

AND HIM FALLING ASLEEP, GOD HE FEELS SAFE🥹🥹🥹

THE SMUT WAS 👨‍🍳😘 BUT I ALREADY KNEW YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF SMUT

I LOVED ALL OF IT, LIKE IT WAS 6K WORDS BUT IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN THAT IT FELT LIKE IT WAS SHORTER.

BESTIE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING

SO THANK YOU FOR SHARING THAT AND FOR MAKING MY DAY AS USUAL 🩷🩷🩷🌺

THANK YOU MY LOVE

He was a total arse in the beginning wasn’t he 😂 but he was just putting on a front cause he liked her so much 😭

And their little confession under the blanket I can’t 😭

THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY DAY WITH THIS 🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

[imhotterthanulol]

PART TWOOO

Yall get home that night... Yall call each other not knowing what to say because of what y'all did in the car h/n starts off by saying "hey love" like nothing happened between y'all that day. You say "h/n are you just gonna ignore what happened between us today" he doesn't respond. Y'all both sit in silence and you finally say "h/n did you just want me for my body" y/n says in a a soft and sad voice she spoken in....

He looks at the phone"y/n I don't want you for your body love I love you a lot an did would never want you for your body yea I love you body but I love your body because I love you" he says in a caring voice, you look down and u hang up. "I hate myself so much for letting myself do that" u say crying while throwing things across the room "Y/N mom calls ur name someone here's to see you" you hurry up and run into your bathroom and wash your face to make it look like your not crying your eyes out.

You go down stairs and you see who's at the door it's h/n you push him outside "H/N what are you doing here I don't wanna see you rn" you say screaming at him , he stares dead at you like you the one that did something, h/n says "love we've been together for 2 years you can't keep doing this cmon we say we want a future and have kids you need to learn how to relax and let me explain things you don't want us to fight in front of our kids right"? H/n says , while looking at you.

You say "your right but I have to tell you something" h/n look at you confused and says "what did you do? " you look down and say "what if we dont have a future together and u end up with someone else I always see girls around you because they always say your that cute for someone quite". You walk away to go talk to your mom "" mom can h/n spend the night" you ask she looks at you "yes he can but don't have to much fun now sweetie"

Mom! You say she chuckles you go back up to your room like she didn't just say that "so h'n ur spending the night what should we do first" he looks at you "we should cuddle and watch a movie love I always imagined us doing that baby"you looked at him and smiled y'all lay down you feel uncomfortable for some reason " h/n can we please go to sleep I feel sick "he looked at you concerned " ok love I guess we can " y'all get comfortable and lay down now.

You wake up at the middle of the night you go to your closet and grab a couple blankets and lay them on the floor and you grab your pillow and your fluffy blanket e/n gave you..... H/n didn't know that e/n gave her a blanket you don't think its that serious because he gave it to you as an apology gift you went back to sleep y'all wake up h/n stares at you "y/n why are you on the floor" he asked you look at him "oh uhm you pushed me off the bed on accident" he nodded his head and shrugged it off y'all got to school gave each other goodbye kiss and went to class as you were walking to class someone pulled you into a room you open your eyes it's.. E/n he looked at you pushes your against a wall

And looks you dead in your eyes which gave you butterflies and he says "why are you with him I can be a better bf than him I can do so much better just give me a shot love I can make u the happiest" you don't say anything and you push him off of you and run out you can't get what e/n said to you out of your head you get to class still thinking abt what he said its like what he said it's stuck in there

TO BE CONTINUED>>>>

[graunblida]

Texting Meme   //   Accepting  @starsewn​​ sent: [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think you’re going to like what you see 😉 (kostia)

[   sms    »   kostia   ]   you know i always do 😏 [   sms    »   kostia   ]   what’s the occasion? 

[lizbotw]

my earrings are different sizes