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radiant-reid · 3 years ago

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Spencer Reid 2.0

A/n: From this request,

this compilation is called badass hot spencer reid and I love this man so much I cannot

can you write something inspired by this with a cool and confident reid and a new bau agent reader who’s quiet but brilliant and reid is smitten by her and she’s super intimidated by him and end up an unlikely but sweet couple? slow burn/pining/fluff vibes

Summary: Spencer meets his clone and could not be more thrilled about it.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader ( fluff)

Content Warning: age gap (8 years)

Word Count: 1.7k

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Mark Twain once said history never repeats itself, but it often rhymes, and it wasn't something the BAU team fully believed. Some cases were alike or reflective of famous murders, but they weren't in sync enough to rhyme.

Y/n and Spencer were.

Both were beyond intelligent doctors who didn't realize how attractive they were.

They would have been the same, but Y/n was similar to a younger Doctor Reid. Most likely due to her age, being 8 years younger than the second-youngest member of the team. None of them could believe how young she was despite the fact most of them were around her age when they joined the FBI.

Naturally, that meant everyone was protective of her. Emily, more so than anyone else. It was unspoken, but everyone knew why Emily handpicked her out of the academy. Spencer had just gone to prison, and she needed someone she could protect like she did younger Spencer.

Still, Y/n proved herself time and time again.

It was her sweet nature that got to Spencer. He only ever saw himself as awkward when he was younger, but Y/n always looked polished.

It happened from the moment they first met.

Y/n trailed behind Emily, close on her heels as she tried to memorize everything her new Unit Chief was telling her. Even down to which coffee mug belonged to each person.

It was daunting: being introduced to her team members who had years of experience. She definitely didn't want to muck up on her first day or do something they would find childish.

Emily introduced them all, keeping her casual tone that was comforting to Y/n.

"I've been to lots of your lectures," Y/n confessed to Spencer after having just been introduced. He was the one she made a beeline to. "You actually gave one years ago with Rossi. The one where you told a joke about the lightbulb joke with existentialists." She correctly remembered, feeling like she was talking to a celebrity. "It was actually one of the reasons I wanted to join the academy."

Spencer very quickly decided he found her cute. The way she rambled, the way she bit her lip slightly, the way she spoke so quietly.

"You're going to have to tell Rossi that because he said no one enjoyed my jokes," Spencer mentioned, looking behind her to see Rossi walking out of the room.

That only made Y/n laugh more before awkwardly stopping. "I'm really looking forward to working with you." She admitted, immediately feeling like it was the wrong thing to say. What if he thought she was some disturbing fan?

Spencer absolutely did not. She was maybe the first fan he had who wasn't odd. "Yeah, me too." He decided, amused by her shy nod.

Y/n's eyes darted away from him as Emily walked out the door. "I should go." She said, waving slightly before she scurried away.

Standing there stunned, Spencer silently chuckled.

JJ caught on to the lovestruck look on his face. "So subtle, Spence." She teased sarcastically.

Spencer drew his gaze off where Y/n had left the room, focusing on the blonde. "What do you mean?"

JJ shook her head, knowing Spencer understood what she was implying. "She's cute, clearly smart, and sweet." She listened off, amused by Spencer's state. She'd never seen him like that.

Spencer picked up his paper file, trying not to look like he was affected by her words. "I know." He mumbled, leaving the room before JJ could tease him.

Even during cases, there was clearly something going on. Emily's choice to pair them up was something they both relished.

"Y/n, what do you think about this?" Spencer asked her, pointing out an area on the map. The 'Doctor Reids,' a secret nickname everyone but the pair used, had been assigned to craft the geographical profile.

There wasn't a lot of teasing involved, something Spencer was thankful for. Just like he was, Y/n was far too innocent to realize some implications.

Y/n approached him from the other side of the big conference room table. She tensed whenever she was around him, something he found endearing.

She looked over the pattern Spencer was pointing out with his finger. "It looks like the letter P." She figured before looking closer. That was the same thing Spencer had seen, and he nodded at her. "It actually could be a character from the Early Cyrillic alphabet. Er." She hypothesized, tracing her fingers over the character. She turned back to the table, leaning down so she could draw the character.

Spencer wondered why he hadn't thought about that, but he was happy Y/n had. "I was thinking Rho, but that's only a symbol for density."

"Er was derived from Rho," Y/n informed him. "It actually means speak. Did you know that the Early Cyrillic alphabet is also called Classic Cyrillic or paleo-Cyrillic?" She asked, glancing at him momentarily. She couldn't look at him for much longer than that without going bright red. "It was developed in the late 9th century by the Slavic peoples living near the Byzantine Empire. But it was based on the Greek alphabet. The Russian alphabet was derived from it."

Spencer smiled at her, feeling like he was looking at a mirror image of himself. "So we can definitely profile a high level of intelligence in linguistics or history. Maybe a connection to eastern Europe." He suggested.

"Should I um call Garcia?" Y/n squeakily suggested, suddenly able to feel the heat coming off Spencer's body. Somehow they'd ended up standing too close for Y/n's comfort, both facing the whiteboard.

Spencer nodded, walking behind her so close that she could feel him behind her. He called Penelope, explaining what they needed from her.

There always was a little bit of tension between them whenever they were alone. A fact everyone else could see, even though Y/n and Spencer tried to act like there wasn't a force pulling them together.

It was the reason Penelope was pulling Spencer into her office as soon as they got back.

"So, what's going on with you and the newest resident genius?" Penelope questioned after Spencer took a seat.

He knew he was there for a reason. Penelope didn't just want his help with online scrabble. She was much better than he was.

"Me and who?" Spencer questioned, trying not to reveal his true feelings.

Penelope narrowed her eyes at him. "You know who." She prompted him.

"Nothing is going on." Spencer defended, trying to act as stoic as possible.

"She's adorable, sweet, been in love with you for months, brilliant, incredible, and brave." Penelope listened off, watching Spencer squirm.

Spencer almost had whiplash from how quickly he paid attention to Penelope's words. "What did you just say?" He asked frantically.

"She's brave. I know I'm not in the field with you guys, but I know she-"

Spencer cut her off before she could continue. Obviously, he knew she was brave, and all of the other adjectives Penelope had used. "The other thing."

Penelope knew what he meant the first time. She just had to make sure Spencer wanted to hear it. "She's had a crush on you since she first joined." She announced. "She's shy around you, intimidated, and always trying to make sure you think she's good at her job."

"I do think she's good at her job," Spencer confessed. "She's actually incredible." While he knew they were similar, he couldn't imagine himself being so courageous and sensitive at the same time.

Penelope noticed the smile he had, staring off into space. So clearly in love. "So... what are you going to do?" She prompted.

"What am I meant to do?" Spencer asked, realizing he had no idea how he was going to handle the situation. He was confident enough to carry out a plan, but he wasn't prepared.

"Ask her out," Penelope instructed, watching as Spencer's face turned to realization.

He nodded, standing up and walking out the door. He had to walk right back in after forgetting to farewell Penelope. "Thank you."

Y/n was leaving for the night, carrying her things to the elevator. Just as it was about to slide closer, Spencer put his hand in between the doors, prying them open.

"Oh, hey." Y/n squeaked out, putting her phone away.

"Hi," Spencer said casually, trying to mask the feeling he had inside. It was the first time he had been nervous around people in a while. "I, uh, had a question to ask you."

Y/n looked up at him in surprise, taking her eyes off her shoes. "Is it about my paperwork?" She asked, worried she was about to get told off.

Spencer noticed the expression on her face and shook his head. "No, you're paperwork is perfect. Remarkably, you can get it done just as quickly as I do while having far better handwriting." He quickly assured her.

"Uh, thanks," Y/n said softly, a blush filling her cheeks. The endearing look on her face held Spencer's attention for longer than it should have. "What did you want to ask?"

"Oh." Now he was going to have to say it. Trying to get it out calmly, he took a deep breath in. "Do you want to go out sometime?"

Y/n looked shocked first, mouth dropping open slightly before she frowned. "Like as friends?" She asked, unable to hide the heartbreak in her voice.

Spencer shook his head. "I was thinking like a date, but if you want to go as friends, that's also fine."

It took Y/n until the elevator dinged open to answer. "Yeah, um, I would really like that." She admitted shyly.

"Okay, cool, so I can call you some time?" Spencer offered, stepping out of the elevator with her. His voice sounded calm, but he felt anything but.

"Yes." Y/n enthusiastically replied, a little too strong. "Please." She added softer.

Spencer nodded, smiling at her. "Okay, have a good night, Y/n." He said once they reached Y/n's car.

Y/n nodded, waving before replying. "Goodnight, Spencer." She said calmly. A contrast to her rapidly beating heart.

Spencer waved back to her before he walked to his car. The undeniable smile on his face only grew when he got a text from Penelope.

P: Excellent job, 187.

Once Y/n got in her car, she placed a palm over her mouth before letting out a little squeal.

There was no feeling as great as having your crush like you back.

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ichiruki · 2 years ago

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Don't know if you got same question as this ... But I want to ask can you explain why relationship between Rukia and Ichigo is romantic not friendly and show moments which actually shows how they have romantic feelings for eachother?

** you can ignore it if you want ... But I'm new here and in the fandom too so I had questions 😶 **

That’s the beauty of Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship! They love each other in many ways and since very early on. I think the Fullbring arc really cemented that they also love each other romantically because after having time apart we see just how much (and how fondly) they think of the other... and how nobody else comes close.

Chapter 424 is Ichigo telling us what’s been going on since the battle with Aizen and every panel is full with the calm life he’s living except when talking about not having powers. To me it suggests he has a lot of feelings about that fact and, given the size, he tries not to think about it too much.

But when we get to the panel about Rukia there’s so much empty space it takes up half the page. It’s presenting itself as the heaviest thing on his mind after the battle; not being able to see her.

Also, (this is just a theory) seeing this in color makes it look like the panels are connected up to this point... like if he thinks too long about what happened he’ll eventually think about her. “Now I don’t have any soul reaper powers” changes the subject to Karin. “It’s been 17 months since the battle” changes the subject to school. “Ever since then Rukia hasn’t come to KK once” the scene ends and transitions to one about missing her. It’s like Rukia is always in the back of his mind and after all this time it’s easier to avoid it.

Of course he misses her, but having an excuse for her ready proves how much she’s been on his mind, and outright denying it is so like him. I wouldn’t say this specifically is rooted in “romance” but with other moments we can see just how much he wants to see her again and it really goes beyond what he feels for anyone else.

Take for example when he only mentioned that Rukia hadn’t come to visit him despite having other friends from the SS, especially Renji. In the next chapter he dreamed of them and Byakuya but it’s Rukia that stands out.

She’s singled out from the guys and her panel is bigger, but what really separates her from them is the fact that it’s cropped sooo close to her face. There isn’t even a sliver of her shoulders, Ichigo is really concentrating here. Renji and Byakuya’s presence is enough but not when it comes to Rukia, he seems desperate to see her again.

Being a protector is literally in Ichigo’s name so losing the power to do so was hard on him, anyone could see that. Orihime was glad at first but ultimately had to ask Rukia to figure out a way to get his power back and Chad could barely look at him since he lost it. Chad goes on a little bit more about how wanting to fight/protect those around him makes Ichigo who he is, and while that’s definitely correct what comes next suggests that there’s something more important.

Love is subjective. Riruka drew her ability out through her love/adoration of cute material things and the happiness it brings her. Orihime persevered because of the love she feels for her best friend Tatsuki who always protected her. Chad manifested his ability because of the pride his family (his grandfather, who he loves) instilled in him. Fullbring can be activated with love that is familial, platonic, or even with a hobby/inanimate things.

Saving his sisters from the same monster that killed his mother wasn’t enough to activate his fullbring. Helping Orihime, Chad, and Uryu, his friends, also wasn’t enough. Being strong enough to hold back the equivalent of 100 thousand blades in the form of a ginormous, fiery bird wasn’t enough either. Apparently it doesn’t even slightly trigger it.

Remember when I said Ichigo was avoiding Rukia? She was present in each event he thinks about. Of course she isn’t the most important person in each scenario, but even in the moment he saves her life he doesn’t picture her face like the rest of them. Him doing that cements the fact that he’s trying to hold back thinking about her... until he can’t anymore.

The power comes all at once when he finally thinks of her. Just her.

At the end of the SS arc we figure out that what Ichigo wanted most when he saved Rukia was to see her smile again, and because of the power he gained for her sake he was able to do that; because of power he was able to save so many other people, too. The thing is, he remembers her in the moment he lost his powers; not one of the times he saves her or she saves him or the result of any of that. He began training for fullbring to protect the people important to him but it isn’t being activated by those bonds and instead by the pure desire to see her smiling again.

Putting everything together tells us that he loves her romantically; if his fullbring isn’t being activated by his platonic or familial bonds or the pride in having the power to protect them there is only one type of love that separates her from the rest.

We can keep going... with a liiiittle bit on Rukia, too.

Seeing her for the first time in 17+ months literally stopped the rain and put light back in his eyes after he lost his power AGAIN with the people he’s closest to turned against him. He was bawling his eyes out, more powerless than he’s ever been, and unsettled about his dad and Urahara’s sudden appearance, but she immediately put him at ease without any effort at all.

He believes in her right away just like she does in him. Like she always does.

When Rukia gets the chance to fully think about how special and strong Ichigo is, both in strength and heart, we see her in complete awe.

If she was simply proud and or amazed by him she could have replicated the smile she had at sokyoku hill when she felt his power “flowing into her.” The expressions on her face here (off the top of my head) are completely new and softer than ever. It looks like her own heart skipped a beat —

— It skipped just like time does when they’re seperated.

The arc opened with Ichigo wondering if he can keep up with the speed of the world without her and just about ended with this poem, “When the two that share destiny part and reunite, beyond the frame of time, the ceased clock will awake and start to tick once again.” Ichigo and Rukia are incomplete when they’re apart and are at their happiest when together.

When remembering her happiest moments during her fight with As Nodt, Rukia thought of Ichigo the most. When fighting Yhwach and remembering his most despairing moments, the night Ichigo lost Rukia to Renji and Byakuya comes second after losing his mom. The emphasis on their bond is consistent throughout the story and even until the last chapter.

If Ichigo and Rukia’s relationship was supposed to be strictly platonic the amount of content we were given would have to be cut in half. Cut down on the anime fillers/openings/endings, the movies, the musicals, the color spreads... the poems about the other person, the speeches about how one feels about the other, the emphasis on their shared trauma and the fact that they saved and helped each other overcome their misery, the overwhelming feeling of wanting to see the other person happy, Ichigo’s parents replicating his and Rukia’s first meeting, “The Love and Destiny Ichigo Inherited,” the partings, the reunions... Y’know, put all the ships on an even playing field, but that’s not what happened.

Ichigo and Rukia have the kind of relationship that was said to be “more than friends” since the second arc. 200 chapters later when they spend over a year without seeing or even speaking to each other we can see how they spent that time thinking of the other and more than anyone else. Time goes on but their bond will never break, and they don’t deserve anything less.

#bleach #ichiruki #meta

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 3 years ago

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Hold Still For Me

Warnings: mommy kink, nipple play, boob play, breastfeeding (?) verbal humiliation, groping, fingering, pussy slapping, oral, reader is tipsy

Let me know if I missed any!

Summary: You’ve been babysitting Wanda's kids for a few months now. You couldn’t deny the fact that you found yourself attracted to the mother of the twins, some days you even wondered if she felt the same way about you. One night things escalate quickly.

part 2: As long as I want

Word count: 2.8k

You’ve just put Billy and Tommy to sleep and decided to gather your things to prepare to go home. Babysitting wasn’t an easy job but Wanda paid you well and you got to spend time in her fancy house, reading, journaling or being on your phone in your spare time. Taking care of the babies during the day was the most chaotic part because they constantly needed something from you, but at the end of the night seeing the boys sleep felt satisfying, they warmed your heart up even though they were annoying most of the time. You made your way to the kitchen and noticed a crystal decanter filled with what assumed was whiskey. You usually tried not to care about anything in the house, because everything looked too expensive to replace if you broke it. But something that day in you just didn’t think much about it and you poured yourself the liquor, mixing it with coke in the fridge. You assumed Wanda would not notice since she had a collection of tons of different alcohols, and for the first time you didn't put much thought into doing something immoral, maybe it was just that type of day.

You found it difficult being around Mrs. Maximoff, considering that she was an attractive, bright woman. It wasn’t just her face that drew your attention but also who she was as a person. She was sweet and caring, always asked you how you feel and how was your day, but the questions felt genuine, not the kind of small talk to go through with a stranger. Sometimes the words falling from her lips felt seductive, in a way that had you questioning if she’s just being nice or attempting to flirt with you. You always brushed that thought away knowing she’s a working mother that had been through a divorce. But every moment with her had you blushing, your stomach feeling like something’s twisting inside of it, aching for you to move closer to her. You wanted to smell her hair, kiss her lips, bury yourself in her neck and get completely lost in the moment. Wanda would breastfeed Billy and Tommy whenever she got back home if they weren't sleeping. You didn’t find that to be a sexual act, simply a normal thing that mothers do, but whenever she got closer to you after that, with her blouse unbuttoned you fought the urge not to look down at her body, yelling at the thoughts in your head to shut up. You couldn’t help it, she was mesmerizing, her eyes, her radiant smile, the way she talked to you, softly and compassionately, hearing her voice lit up your whole mood. She’d let you sleep over sometimes because you’d have to take care of the twins in the morning and stay all day so it simply made more sense. Some days you’d lay at night, thinking of her in the room next to you, not being able to fall asleep. You wanted to knock on her door and cuddle up with her. Both of you cut the formalities a long time ago, you insisted on calling her Miss. Maimoff but every time you did she let you know you should call her by her name. You heard the redhead's car pull up in the driveway and panicked, putting the whiskey back where you found it. You realized you drank more than you were planning on and if someone looked closely they could tell by the bottle. It made you feel nervous but you tried to play it cool, hearing Wanda come into the kitchen, where you were at.

…

You find yourself waiting by the exit door for Miss Maximoff to check on the boys and get changed, waiting for the generous $250 for spending almost all day with them.

“Y/n, can you come here please?” you hear the voice coming from the kitchen and make your way there, setting your things on the side of the door. You notice Wanda, dressed in a dark green blouse that makes her eyes pop off, with the whiskey on the kitchen table. *fuck* you hear a voice in your head that instantly regrets following your urges of drinking the alcohol. You know she’s gonna be mad, you would be too, even if she was the sweetest to you, in the end, you work for her and you should’ve asked for permission first. You were the only person in the house that day and you know it didn’t make sense to lie to her. “Wanda… I... don’t know why I did that. It'll never happen again I swear, that's so unprofessional…” you feel embarrassed and want to say more but you notice the woman moving in your direction. “Don’t be sorry love… you feeling alright?” her voice feels like a warm hug. She’s so close to you, you can’t help but stare into her eyes, searching for something. “Yeah…” is all you managed to say. “Are you drunk?” she asks, laying her hand on your shoulder, it felt so good, to have her touch you. “No… I’m just a bit tipsy” You lied, you were tipsy, but sober enough to notice the look she’s giving you right now isn’t all in your head, she looks up and down your body, her stare making you feel tingly between your legs. “You know… I’m not that stupid y/n” You frown your eyebrows at the question and look up at her, confused. “What do you mean by that?” she lets a small grin pass through her face as her hand moves from your shoulder to your chest. “I can see the way you look at me… when I walk around the house, wear pretty dresses… when I touch your hips to pass by you in the kitchen, you get so cute and nervous” she smiles at you and you swallow your spit, not being able to let out a word. For a second, you question if this is happening or is it just some very vivid dream. You open your mouth and stare at Wanda's face. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice still warm and loving. “Did I make you speechless?” she sounds fearless, you close your mouth and hum something, not being able to process any thoughts, the tingly sensation in your legs is just getting stronger, it feels like you want to press your thighs together to help you calm down. You don’t manage to answer before Wanda slides down her hand through your body, touching your nipples that were poking out of your tight shirt. You normally wore something over it but you were about to leave and you didn’t think she'd pay any attention to that. “Do you usually wear no bra, just walking around the house trying to tease mommy?” her voice sounds soothing, you want to wrap it around your arms and never let it go. Your whole body feels paralyzed under her touch, it’s like you want to move but you don’t know-how. “No… I… I genuinely… don’t find bras to be comfortable” somehow you manage to speak up. You didn’t lie this time. Her hand still runs through your nips, this time taking one into her thumb and pointing finger to twist them back and forth. “That’s not what your cunt is saying though," She looks down at your legs, which are brushing against one another, you didn't even realize when you've started doing that. A shiver runs through your body, you hate that making you feel embarrassed and flustered by her gets you wet. You don't even care anymore if she thinks you've been trying to tease her, or if it was something she made up in her head, an excuse to hold you in the position you're in now. “I bet these are uncomfortable too,” she says while putting her pointing finger inside your pants and pulling them closer to her. “Take them off” she commands, you stare at her, not knowing what to say. You unzip your jeans and let them fall to the floor. It’s insane, the control she has over you, you didn’t even let yourself think, only followed what she said. “Good girl,” she says while putting her middle finger on your clit. You moan softly as it starts to move in circles, driving you insane through your panties, you wish she’d rip them off and put her mouth on you instead.

Your legs shiver gently and you question how can they be so sensitive when she hasn’t even properly touched you get. “Aww, you get so needy when I touch you… don’t worry I’ll make you feel better” Wanda says as she takes her hand off your clit, leading you to yerk up. She grabs your hand and pulls you into one of her bedrooms.

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You don’t get to take a good look at what the room looks like before Wanda throws you on the bed. You lay on your back and watch her take her blouse off, revealing her huge breasts, they look heavy, some days you question if they don’t hurt and wonder if she wears the right bra that supports them well. She climbs on top of you slowly, her stare looks like she’s starving and you’re a million-dollar meal spread out on the table. You look into her eyes as her head moves closer and she lays a kiss on your lips. It feels hot and passionate, her kisses grab your lips violently, and occasionally bite on the lower lip, sucking it in. You whimper as she breaks her kiss and sits on your lap while you still lay down on the bed. You look up and down at her contemplating whether you should make a move or wait for her.

“You wanna suck on them?” she says, almost reading your mind. “Yes” you manage to let out the word quicker than you thought, the idea of that has been in your head for a while. “Come here,” she says while pulling your head closer in her chest, placing one of her breasts in your mouth. You suck on it immediately, and you wonder if she can sense your desperation in the way you hold onto her body. Her breasts feel big in your hands and you grab onto them tightly. You try to suck at them in different ways but you don’t feel anything come out, it’s only after you put your tongue underneath her nipple and suck it more aggressively that the liquid comes out. You hear her whine and tilt her head back as you continue consuming her fluid. It lands in your mouth and tastes mild but sweeter than cow's milk. You move to her other boob, and let some of the liquid drip down her chest, while you swallow the rest. You continue sucking on it as she strokes your hair, pulling your head closer and moaning softly. Her voice drives you crazy, you wanted to taste her and make her cum but you also needed to be touched by her. Wanda pulls your head away to give you a sloppy kiss, she sucks in your tongue and lays you back on your back, only to move down to take your panties off. She slides them off your body and lifts your legs, so your knees are bent. You find yourself spread open and grab your thighs to help keep your legs up.

“Hold still for me,” Wanda says while putting her middle finger between your folds. She moves it up and down, teasing your body. You feel it go up to your clit just to go down to your entrance again, but she doesn’t touch any of those spots, her finger runs through the middle. “Wanda… uh” you wanted to say please but a moan came out of your mouth instead. You could swear if you could lift your head you’d see her smile, she enjoys seeing you whine and ache for more. But you stay laying down, with your head looking up at the ceiling. Wanda slips her middle finger in you, and you moan at her sensation. You feel your pussy clench around her, begging for more. Your parts are soaking and your juices almost drip out of your pussy, and it’s all because of her, she got you feeling like you’re burning up like your body melts underneath her touch. The redhead sinks her other finger in you before you get used to the sensation, making your muscles squeeze around her. You arch your back and grab the sheets tightly into your hands. She picks up her pace and you feel yourself coming close, but she pulls out of you, instantly. You let out a groan, one that sounds like you’re about to cry, “No.. please" you look at her with puppy eyes. Her hand is covered in your juices, “I’m enjoying this too much” she smiles as she slaps your cunt hard. You feel a burning sensation move throughout your sensitive clit, making it more desperate for her touch. Before you get to collect yourself together she slaps you again, gentler this time, but it reaches your nerves, sending a powerful sensation through your spot. You find yourself moving your hips, chasing an empty space, being completely out of control of your body. “Look at you... dumb baby, so desperate you’re humping the air” her words make you feel lightheaded, your brain gets all fuzzy and all you can think about is her fucking you. “Touch me,” you whisper and she puts two of her fingers into you. Her moves are faster and stronger this time, leading you to whimper and shake underneath her, you move your hands back to your hips to hold your legs up because you don’t want this feeling to stop but you feel your body trembling and making it difficult for her to keep you in place.

“Stay down or I’ll tie you up,” she says firmly while still moving in and of you quickly, her fingers ram into you so fast it almost feels like she’s hate fucking you, it’s the same as if she'd put a vibrator in you. Her thrusts are powerful and make your pussy clench. The feeling in your stomach is intensifying, wanting to be set free. You roll your eyes back and let out oud a loud moan, one that almost feels like you're shouting as you feel the muscles tense up and release, leaving her hands soaked. Your legs shake, even though her hands have left your body, and you let go of them, allowing yourself to experience the feeling. “Such a good girl” Wanda praises you while stoking your inner thigh. You slowly come to your senses and stop shaking, feeling her warm hand on your body. You can’t believe the same woman who made you feel paralyzed and bent under her command brought so much comfort in you. You wanted to curl up with her in bed and spoon her but you don’t know if you’d last long before you’d ask her to put her hand between your legs. You notice Wanda going down on you, and your clit gets a heartbeat just by thinking about her mouth on your spot. She slaps your pussy, delicately this time, but your body still jerks up at the movement, you’ve been teased so much you’re sure you’d cum just from her slapping your parts over and over again. You feel her mouth land on your wet spot, sucking it in. You whine as your legs twitch, adjusting to the sensation. Her tongue moves up and down on your sweet spot and you feel your body burning up, begging for her to keep going. Her mouth reaches the right spot on your clit and you can’t help but press her head hard against your core. “Don’t stop” you groan while you dig your fingernails into her scalp. Your lower body moves up, not letting her head break from your grip. You wonder if she has enough air to keep going but your pussy seems to dismiss every single one of your worrying thoughts, keeping her head locked. She picks up her pace while moving her tongue up and down, leading to euphoria spread all over your body. You moan loudly and let go of her head, taking your hand off her hair. Your legs shake again, but this time it's harder to get them to calm down. "So sweet" you hear Wanda say as she licks your juices off her lips. You end up laying on your back, trying to catch your breath as she moves on top of you. For a moment she just stares at you, without saying anything, and it is strangely a comfortable silence, one that doesn’t require words to know you’re both enjoying this moment. You move your torso up and notice a bottle of water sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. You grab it instantly and take a sip, realizing your body is thirsty as ever. “You better drink that up my love, you’re going to make mommy happy now,” she says while looking down at you.

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hoseoksssangels · 3 years ago

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Synastry aspects that I’ve experienced 🫂🍫

Note: These experiences are both romantic and platonic!☝🏼

Don’t copy/steal my work!!!!

🍭Sun conjunct the Ascendant: yassssss please. Literally is in my top five. Amazing understanding between both people. It feels like both partners are on the same wave when it comes to life and their own personalities in general. I’ve also noticed that the sun person admires the ascendant person A LOT. They’re their biggest fan. 10000/10 recommended. Green flag in any sort of relationship for me 🔝

🫀Venus conjunct the Descendant: I had a strongggg strong crush on the Venus person. He wasn’t my type, but something about him still drew my attention. The feelings are mutual tho, even though the Venus person might catch feelings later on and not directly. They will start to like the Descendant person as they get to know them. This is because Venus would be opposite the Ascendant, so with this aspect the attraction is not immediate like Venus conjunct the Asc (on Venus’s part). But still the romantic attraction will be mutual 100%. Puppy love.

🦋Moon in the 12th house: idk. Idk how to feel about this placement 😩 The MOON PERSON CAN READ THE HOUSE PERSON LIKE A BOOK. The house person can do the same, but usually it is stronger on the Moon person’s side. The moon person gets to know the house person very easily. I have a funny example for this: I was once talking to a classmate and I lied to him about the homework lmao. I told him I didn’t do them. I had them but they were at home so I just told this white lie. At first he was like “okay” then later on he came to me and said “ you’re lying to me I’m sure you have done something” …when I tell you I was shocked 🧍🏻‍♀️ I was like: HOW DOES HE KNOW🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ (well his moon was in my 12th house lmao) I was too stunned to speak because usually i can lie/hide things pretty well when I have to.😭😭 On the negative side of this placement the house person can’t never fully trust the Moon person no matter how truthful/loyal the Moon person is.

🔥Mars opposite Pluto and the Ascendant: The sexual attraction….not for the faint hearted. But I’d watch out for JEALOUSY on Mars’s side. Pluto can get pretty annoyed with Mars’s behaviour. Now with Mars being opposite the Ascendant it means that is it conjunct the Descendant. Usually the Descendant person finds the Mars person sexy. Meanwhile the Mars person’s attraction towards the Descendant will grow as time goes by. The Mars person will most likely take the lead in the relationship.

🕊Moon opposite Moon: not my favourite honestly. At first I was very curious about this aspect and as I got to experience it, I got slightly disappointed. The more “passive” Moon sign will view the more “aggressive/dominant” Moon sign as too much for them. Because this means that they’re literally the OPPOSITE of each other. Let’s suppose one feels safe being at home in their room alone, than the other one will feel safe being outside all day long with their friends. Even tho “opposite attract”,after a while it will cause some sort of conflict. It might be exciting at first and you might seem to balance each other out, but after a while it will eventually cause some arguments because both parties will never be on the same emotional wave.

💔Venus square Saturn: yikes. Don’t get me started please. This aspect has no mercy. NONE. This is usually the “right person wrong time” type of situation. The Saturn person is usually the one who breaks Venus’s heart, but it’s not something that is wanted from Saturn either. It even breaks Saturn more. Usually some type of situation on Saturn’s side will make it impossible to start something with Venus, even if it’s desired from both sides. I was Saturn and no matter how much I liked Venus, I couldn’t be with him because life didn’t allow it to me the moment I met him. Tore me apart in million pieces. BIG RED FLAG. Not recommended if you don’t wanna get hurt.

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years ago

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We Are More (Male!Reader x Sam Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for Can I request a fic where Spooky Sam is going going to Stanford and he meets his roommate and end up falling for him? The roommate was also from a Hunter family and he knows Sammy was a hunter but he never bring it up because he truly believes he and Sammy can have a good normal life together

Late registration can be a bitch.

You don't even get to pick your roommate. But considering you've spent the majority of your early life sharing motel rooms with your family, it'll do.

You just... had to get away.

Hunters aren't formed from happy families. They come from tragedy and heartbreak and blood.

Such is the case with you, and grief does... terrible things to people. You hated going around the country, being forced to follow them on hunts and participate yourself.

But you worked hard. You persevered with schoolwork, and with the help of a very kind counselor, you were even able to push for emancipation at age 17 to be freed from "the family business," especially after you were laid up in the hospital from a nasty ogre goring.

But you got a full ride up at Stanford, and you were ready to finally take control of your life.

No more hunting things, no more creatures that went bump in the night.

You've met other hunting families. More than Sam has seen. So it's no wonder you recognize the Look more than he does. The body that belies a combination of heavy exercise and poor nutrition. The almost reflexive way his eyes scan an unfamiliar room. The subtle scent of rosemary smeared on the windowsill and fennel placed over the doorframe of your dorm room.

You recognize the thousand yard stare of someone who's seen walking nightmares far too young and in a way, it's comforting. It's good to know you aren't the only one who left.

Sam is too far in denial, trying to erase that part of his past, and you get it, so you let him evade questions about how much he's moved around, why he's been to certain places, and instead get to know him.

He's kind, almost noble. He doesn't make a lot of friends, but the ones he does make are deeply connected. It's almost like being part of a club.

He can be a little judgy about people, but as time goes on he starts to loosen up a bit. Eventually he even stops looking over his shoulder.

And Sam starts to fall for you. He talks to you every day, and it quickly becomes a highlight of that day. He likes to spend time with you, because instinctively, he knows you "get it."

But when he asks you out, you have to tell him. You don't want any more lies.

"Sam..." you say. It's the day after your 20th birthday, and Sam is still disapproving that Jess tried to sneak you all some beer. He's just asked you on a date.

"I know what you are."

Sam freezes. "W-what?"

You chuckle. "Do you think I don't notice you smudging the window with rosemary, or the salt line you put over the dorm building threshold? The way you always wake up if there's a sound at night?"

"You're a hunter." he whispers in shock.

"WAS a hunter. Not anymore. Like you, right?"

He nods. "H-how long have you known?"

"The first day. Almost from the moment we met." you smile softly. "And if that wasn't a dead giveaway, the protective symbols you drew under my bed last spring break were."

He blushes. You both know that's when he realized he had fallen for you.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks.

"Same reason you did, I guess?" you shrug. "I wanted to feel... normal. And I knew you did too."

"Normal." Sam scoffs. "I don't think I even know what that really means."

You smirk. "Well, how about you take me on that date, Sam Winchester, and we can find out together?"

"Oh, that's very smooth." he teases. "But alright. I'm game. Let's see what normal can be."

Family life is still a topic you don't often broach. But it's now something neither of you hide. You commiserate over late night travel, motel accommodations, parents.

But that first date, all those topics are dismissed in favor of normal. Classes, plans for the future, fellow students. A burger date at some random diner (Sam orders a garden burger with a side salad instead of fries).

And if, the next year, you push your beds together instead of sleeping across the room from your boyfriend-slash-dormmate, who's to say that's not normal?

And the year after, when you move into an apartment together that you happily decorate together and subtly weave protective measures into, who can call that strange?

And if Sam is saving up to buy a small ring to propose to you with when he hears about his interview for acceptance at the law school, that's starting to feel normal too.

And you settle into sleep, Sam's arm around you, and you grin because the two of you together have finally found your normal, beyond what your families would have asked of you.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Mine: Antonio Dawson x Reader

Rated M for smut

Tagging: @rosaliedepp @misscharlielulu @witches-unruly-heart @shay-o-fiction @kimm4710 @k-k0129 @tonio-dawson @enchantedblackrose @storiesofsvu @ikbenplant @jayblackpanther @crazy4chickennuggets @neapolitantoebeans @cixrosie @swannyswan @halsteadloversworld @i-spaced-sorry

You hadn’t expected Severide to run his mouth. It had been a one-night stand when you’d first transferred to Chicago after a messy divorce five years ago. Two lonely hearts finding each other in the midst of the turbulence and carving out a shallow connection, it had been over and done with. You’d seen him since but the two of you moved in different orbits and you were glad for it. It was in Molly’s one night he brought up the headboard. He’d had a little too much to drink and was proclaiming you owed him one since you’d broken his headboard that time.

It was long in the past but the idea of another man’s hands on you especially Severide’s drove Antonio crazy. He was pissed that the other man had brought it up in the first place. He knew about the one-night stand, knew that there were no feelings there at least not on your side but that savage urge to claim you vibrated through him. The thought of Severide’s hands on you made him want to spend the night tangled up in you, kissing you, reminding you who you belonged to.

He was quiet on the drive home, his dark eyes glinting in the light from the streetlamp. You could see the tension in his jaw, the way the skin stretched white over his knuckles as he grasped the steering wheel. His right hand deviated from the gear stick, instead coming to rest upon your knee. His thumb smoothed over the indentation as his fingertips brushed over the hem of your dress, pushing it higher.

“I hate the thought of his hands on you.” Antonio told you, bunching the fabric tightly in his hand so that the lace began to tear. “I hate the thought of him kissing you, fucking you.”

“Toni.” You said, your fingers entwined with his before you guided his hand between your legs. “You’re the only man I want, the only one that has ever made me feel like I’m worth something.”

He inclined his head towards you.

“Baby, you mean everything to me.” He told you, his fingertip grazing over your moist core through the cotton of your panties. You were soaking already, the material sticking to the outline of your clit as his finger traced over it slowly.

“Show me.” You breathed. “Show me that I belong to you.”

You don’t make it home. You end up in the empty carpark of a movie theatre, in the backseat of the car. Your panties are long gone, tossed God knows where. Antonio drew you into his lap, his hand gripping your jaw guiding your mouth back to his. His kisses are searing, each one sending a blaze of heat pulsing through you, chasing away every single one of your thoughts. When he entered you it’s with slow intentional thrusts, giving you just a little bit more each time. You want it all, you crave the way he fills you, the noise he makes when he’s finally seated deep inside of you. You whine as he teases you and he smiles, because he knows, how needy he makes you, how desperate. “Mine.” He whispered, his teeth grazing the curve of your throat. “All fucking mine.”

He fucked you like a man possessed, with roaming hands and a pace that’s unrelenting. He hit that devious little spot inside of you, the one that made you fucking sing every time. He listened to the pitch of your whimpers, drawing out each and every stroke until he heard your breath become ragged and that feral noise emit from your throat.

“Tell me, I’m the only one.” He snarled, his hand in your hair, winding it tightly around his fist as he forced you to look into his furious black eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one that’s ever fucked you this good.”

“Toni, there’s no one else that has made me feel the way you do, no one else I love more than you. No one else who can fuck like me this.” You uttered, your fingers carding through his hair. His hands came to rest upon your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he thrust up into you.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He growled against your skin. “Gonna squeeze my dick so tight that I cum inside of you? Would you like that?”

“Fuck Toni.” You breathed, pink flushing across your cheeks. “I need it. I need you.”

“I got you, baby.” He whispered, his hand coming to rest on your throat. His dark eyes were on yours as he squeezed just a little, your pulse thrumming underneath the pad of his thumb. You exhaled, that savage smile spreading across your lips as the ecstasy exploded through your synapses like a firework. A haze of pleasure, noise and colour erupted inside of you as you came. The orgasm hit Antonio like a freight train, ploughing through his senses as he spilled himself deep inside. Fuck he loved this, loved you, loved the feel of himself leaking out of you.

“I love you; you know that right?” he murmured, his thumb trailing over the shape of your lips.

“Yea Toni,” you whispered. “I do.”

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drummergirl231-2 · 2 years ago

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So Goldie’s been living rent-free in my head for a while.

Personally I blame the movie Forrest Gump. I got on this kick of watching first-time reactions to Forrest Gump on YouTube (and by the way, did you know you can tell a lot about a person’s heart by their first reaction to Jenny?). Some of the comments on those videos were very inciteful, too.

Anyway, I’ve noticed some similarities between Jenny and Goldie’s behavior and now I’ve constructed this whole tragic backstory for her that I don’t wanna go into too much detail about here since this is supposed to be a safe blog as relatively trigger-free as possible (speaking of, I think I’ll put a seizure trigger warning on this because of one of the gifs), but anyway I’m pretty convinced Goldie was abused as a child, which would explain...

1. Her fear of vulnerability

(Sorry, this gif doesn’t have subtitles.) There are times when Goldie starts to let her guard down with Scrooge, just a little, and then she immediately puts her walls back up. Moonstoneflowers brought this up to Frank a few years ago.

2. Her preference to be in the lead

Goldie grew up in a time when men were in charge of everything. If a man close to her had abused that power, of course she’d be uncomfortable letting a man lead anything, even dances, and she’d prefer a brand of chivalry that let her be in control.

3. Her avoidance of domestic life

Settling down would mean entrusting her life to a man. Divorce laws were stricter way back when, and women often relied on their husbands for financial security. The idea of being financially dependent and legally bound to someone for life who could wind up mistreating her the way someone else had would be terrifying to her.

4. Leaving before she can be left

Someone made a comment on YouTube about Jenny and how staying in one place for too long would force her to ruminate on her traumatic past, so she was always running from it. I can see this applying to Goldie. She also probably feels like she’s not good enough for Scrooge, and would rather leave before he can reject her and that door gets closed forever. I can also imagine her leaving asap so she doesn’t get caught, but more on her con artist side in a minute.

5. Betraying before she can be betrayed

Sometimes it feels easier for victims of abuse to keep people at a distance, and as much as Goldie seems to crave closeness, it also scares the crud out of her. Betraying isn’t only a means of financial gain to her, but a way of keeping people who start to care about her from following her, and a way to prevent being hurt again.

6. Occasional violent tendencies

Sometimes victims of abuse try to regain a sense of lost power by being abusive to others. Other times, it’s just because that was the behavior that was modelled for them and they don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like.

7. Becoming a con artist

Single women didn’t have a ton of money-making opportunities in the Victorian era, and certainly very few that would appeal to her. I imagine she’d have run away from home at a young age, and had to start stealing to survive. She probably performed in saloons at some point (since she did in the old comics and I think that’d be a neat nod, like her performance in “The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!”), but she’d have grown uneasy as drunken men would’ve catcalled her or tried to grab her. Frustrated that even earning an honest living left her vulnerable to sleazy men, she’d go into scamming and prospecting full-time.

And then she’d meet Scrooge.

(^Favorite Scroldie screencap EVER)

I could go on and on about what likely drew them to each other... you know, besides being stuck in an iceberg and forced to stare at each other for five years... but I think what it came down to is they wanted the same thing at the time: gold. Neither of them felt any pressure to settle down from the other.

Now, Scrooge has more or less “settled down.” He still adventures, but he’s got a family that depends on him who mean more to him than anything. As for Goldie, I think after “The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades!” she’s realized Scrooge is more important to her than anything else she’s been after.

It seems like after this episode, they were “back on,” so to speak, but in a long-distance relationship. That’s probably what’s most comfortable to her right now. But it was nice seeing her get to the point when she realized what she wanted was a fresh start and to be with Scrooge. I think that was a big step for her.

#seizure trigger warning #ducktales 2017 #ducktales goldie #ducktales scroldie #ducktales the forbidden fountain of the foreverglades!

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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Woke from a nightmare n decided to check Tumblr before passing out again. I saw you mentioned wanting more Eclipse Asks 👀

Please please please tell us more about the boy :0 I would love to know more about that tall fidgeting mess of a man!

Okie now I go pass out again, cyaaaa o/ 💤

@naffeclipse

I have been enabled.

Eclipse, in short, is a mess. He copes well enough, but his insecurities have been there from the beginning - they were predestined, with how he came to be.

Sun and Moon used to have a shared mode, before they decided it would be better for their sanity to just let the other do his thing and remain in rest mode. It was a blend of their AIs, making verbal communication unnecessary. Immediate understanding and combined planning skills, it did help them out of a few pickles (though they didn't get into too many, before this job).

And technically, they can still enter that mode.

They don't, because continued use of that "Eclipse" mode, with that blend of AIs where not even their system could differentiate where one ends and one begins, caused their AI to split into three one time.

Eclipse came into existence, trapped within a mind that wasn't his own, a miracle in a way, but received with shock and hostility. Neither of them expected him, least of all he himself!

That's why he's so curious, with that insatiable thirst for knowledge. If he's possible, what else might be? What else might be out there, ready to be found? Ready to be created?

But of course, there's the insecurity. The terrible need to compete with his brothers to prove himself vs the endless fear of falling short compared to them, again and again. He got them their job but what they do he'll never be good at, he's the taller one with more limbs but his battery is spotty at best, barely keeping him together well enough. They didn't want him in their head, and he didn't want to be in their head, and they got him a rush-job of a body (that I'll get to, too). They're all happy with the separation, but none of them were happy with the need for one.

Even if everyone wants him to have his own body, it's hard not to feel rejected, hard not to feel unwanted. The lingering tension remains even after the separation, and only exacerbates the problem. They don't want him, even when he's his own person. They pushed him out, because he'll never be good enough for them. They're all he has, and he is so so scared of them never accepting him. Maybe they just tolerate him, because they feel responsible - but would they choose him, if they ever had the option? Between his existence and non-existence, which one would they opt for? He's scared to ask.

It's tense, this relationship with his brothers. He pretends to be unaffected, like any younger sibling may pretend the approval of their older, cooler siblings may not matter. But he craves it so much. He wants to be wanted, wants to be accepted, wants to be loved - who doesn't?

Sun and Moon don't hate him. They're not quite sure, at first, but he is their little (annoying) brother. They care for him, want him to be safe, and when push comes to shove, they'd help him out no question. "No you can't wear my shirt but I'll help you hide a body" sibling dynamic.

There's also some guilt, at first - he wasn't meant to exist, and his AI was a strange mix of theirs and his few own experiences. Faulty, some might say, not fully developed. But he's doing fine these days, if a little clueless about social cues and a bit too happy to set things on fire, so the guilt really disappeared. It's better for Eclipse, too - he really hated being pitied for existing.

It gets a bit better when they live apart, because they don't serve as constant reminders for each other. Eclipse still has his brothers with him - the necklace I drew him with was not a coincidence, even if he claims that "a combined Sun and Moon pendant just means Eclipse. It's a me necklace".

Still makes sure they're okay, developing gloves for them that give them that extra grip during parkour, and making sure all his little gadgets make it to them. (And if they get some confidential blueprints in the mail for their own little workshop, well, he always was loose-lipped for someone without lips) (He needs them to be okay. This is how he can make sure - and if they build his designs, well, that's approval, too, right?)

Sun and Moon also are still there for him. They play up the annoyance sometimes, but they do care for him.

Especially considering that well, his "health" issues are kind of their fault. The body was a rush job - he has "narcolepsy", or rather the animatronic equivalent. The lower his battery goes, the higher the chance that his system will recognize it as dangerously low, and push him into rest mode. He always makes sure to be fully charged for work, because even if the rest mode spells only take a few moments to a minute, it's risky in a lab environment to randomly pass out.

He's saving for a replacement - but it's slow going, with all the other repairs he necessitates and with all the fun things to buy in the world. He's just a bit of a hoarder, attracted by colorful and shiny things, and of course, anything he can fidget with.

Him and Y/N... They're good, really! But despite all the cues he misses, it's glaringly obvious that his brothers are very interested, so he just isn't. Not romantically, at least. He's not interested in fighting that battle, only losing to his brothers who live and work with them, so rather inserts himself into a unique role that his brothers don't already fill. But they like him, they accept him, and at times even seek him out - first about inventions and gadgets, then about funny stories (dirt) about Sun and Moon, and then just to chat sometimes. It reassures him that even with them in the picture, he's not out of it, partly due to their own efforts to include him

They're all four a family, with time. Having Y/N in the mix lightens the mood, and keeps them all from constantly thinking about all what was, and instead enjoy the moment, or even plan for the future.

With Moon being the only one who doesn't lie about scars, any family reunions are hell for him while he's out - because Eclipse and Y/N are just inventing crazier and crazier stories, that somehow are totally unrelated to the real cause of the scars they sport, "For the bit, Moon, it's for the bit" "He wouldn't get it, don't try" "Can't appreciate a good story. He's still mad I got creative before". By then it's not even like they try to convince anyone, they just think of it like a creative exercise!

Sun and Moon may act a little annoyed that Eclipse and Y/N get along so well, but they realize quickly that their brother isn't interested in their little rival like that, and then it's just... A relief. The two people in their life they can't imagine living without get along, why would they complain? They may enable each other, and someone should keep an eye on where the fire extinguisher is, but they're glad things are looking up for their little family, at last

And they'll all be okay, with time <3

#answer let luce #zelda7999 #brain short-circuiting about my tagging system for a moment.#ribbons-halos #naffeclipse #there. bases covered GFHDJS #accidentally undercover #hi him the boy #somehow this au has helped me just really understand my eclipse in general #he wants to be wanted. wants to be someone's first choice #hence why he may befriend Y/N and tease his brothers about them spending time with *him*#but never; NEVER try to take his brothers spot in their life #do give him smooches tho he'd love that #affection starved boy #i love him #this still isn't *everything* but everything that fit the tone of this one #there's gonna be more thoughts in an hour anyway probably I know me #but 8pm. long day. this ramble is over #hope u enjoy <3

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mimisempai · 2 years ago

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Summary

A costume fitting and an overly flirtatious dresser let Hob discover how possessive his lord of dreams can be...

Notes

Because Possessive Dream is a must…

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Rating G - 802 words

"Wow... You look so handsome." the tailor said as he helped him slip into the jacket.

Hob was impatient to get this fitting over with. He didn't particularly appreciate the man's hands lingering a little too long on Hob's hips as he adjusted the jacket. It was a little too strong to be entirely professional.

Plus his omnipresent after-shave fragrance almost made him nauseous.

Hob had decided to have a suit tailored for the school's charity event. Usually, he didn't make so much effort. After all, he didn't really like this kind of pompous event, obviously preferring to spend the evening at home, in his armchair with a good book. But this time it was different, he wasn't going alone. For the first time he was taking a plus-one along. So, like every time Dream was concerned, Hob wanted to make an effort. Especially since Dream himself was willing to accompany him.

He tried to remain polite with the tailor who was giving him looks that were meant to be teasing while taking his measurements, but all Hob wanted was to get it over with as quickly as possible.

The tailor pulled him out of his thoughts by asking as he put pins on the sleeve of the jacket, "So who's going to have the privilege of seeing you dressed so alluringly?"

He finished his sentence with a wink that Hob had no trouble forcing himself to ignore.

Hob replied neutrally, "My fellow teachers, the principal of my school and benefactors."

And most importantly my lover finished Hob in his head.

He probably should have said it out loud because the tailor saw it as an opening and asked with a fawning voice, "Really? Tell me, how does a gorgeous guy like you get to be single?"

As he said this, his fingers lingered on Hob's wrist. He withdrew it rather sharply as he replied, "Who said I was single?"

This didn't seem to faze the tailor, who took a step forward and ran his tongue over his lips before saying softly, "If you are, I'm willing..."

He was interrupted by the door opening and a deep voice finished his sentence, "…to step back several paces and leave me alone with Robert Gadling, immediately."

The man must have sensed in Dream's tone and attitude that his order did not suffer any contradiction, because he hurried out of the room.

Hob, from the top of the fitting podium, watched Dream approaching, both relieved and amused.

Dream continued to walk forward and said softly, "We're rid of the embarrassment. What shall we do now?"

When he came face to face with Hob, Hob replied with a small smile, amused to be able to look down on him for once, "I think I have a little idea."

He wrapped his arms around Dream's neck and continued, his face close to his, " Will you catch me?"

Dream whispered, "Always."

He jumped into the arms of Dream who caught him as Hob hooked his legs around his waist.

They both started to laugh when they were interrupted by a little cough. They turned their faces to the tailor who stood hesitantly in the doorway.

"I'm really sorry to bother you." the earlier flirtatious attitude had completely disappeared as he continued, "But I'd like to have the suit back if... you don't mind."

Dream retorted coolly, "And if we don't want to..."

Hob patted his arm as he said in a cajoling tone, "Dream... let the poor man finish his work." he continued, speaking to the tailor, "I'll be right back."

He headed for the dressing room and while changing, he couldn't help but smile, feeling secretly happy about how possessive Dream had been. When he drew the curtain to leave, he saw with amusement his lover who was looking at the tailor like a cat looking at a trapped mouse.

He handed the suit to the tailor who grabbed it rather briskly and said, "It seems that you are not single after all. Your suit will be ready the day after tomorrow."

He left without asking for more.

Dream asked with a falsely innocent expression, "I wonder why he reacted that way."

Hob chuckled softly and replied, "Probably because he realized he never had a chance."

Then he wrapped his arms around Dream's neck again and, closing the space between them, pressed his lips to his lover's.

Dream didn't want to be left out and slid his hands down Hob's waist to his back, pressing him closer and returning his kiss in a deliciously possessive way.

When they separated to catch their breath, Dream whispered against Hob's lips, "He doesn't stand a chance since you're mine."

Then he captured Hob's lips again in a kiss that left no doubt in Hob's mind about who he belonged to.

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Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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turvi · 2 years ago

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Yours. Always and Forever

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader, Sirius Black

Word count: 1,145 words

Warning: kissing (if there are more kindly tell me this is my first fic)

“What ‘cha staring at love?” Sirius asked his arms wrapped on my shoulders.

“N-nothing just the mountains are looking very pretty” I quickly try to hide the fact that I was actually staring at-

“Snivellous” I cringed at the way Sirius said his name like it is so bad it doesn’t even deserve to be said

“Its Severus” I mumbled

“It’s ok peach he likes it” he said pinching my cheeks, I rolled my eyes knowing I can do nothing to stop them when Sirius leans down to look in my eyes

“You don’t like him, do you?” The way he said it made me shiver a bit, he doesn’t need to know that my feelings have only grown for the Slytherin. He doesn’t need to know that on some days I just want to hold him when cries over his broken heart. He doesn’t need to know that if Severus Tobias Snape asks for my heart, I will give him my soul.

“No, why would I?” I quickly stood up not wanting to have to talk to him anymore

“Good you are too sweet to be hanging around someone like him” after I didn’t respond to his statement he tried again.

“Listen are you going to the Yule Ball?” He asked with a sheepish smile on his face

“I don’t really know Sirius I don’t feel like it” I tried to get away from him as soon as possible so that I was able to talk to Severus.

I made beeline towards the tree where Severus was sitting turning to make sur Sirius was not following me. It clearly looked like he had a bad day I didn’t need to make it worse.

“Hey Grumpy” I called him and I can swear I say a slight smile on his face. That made my day.

“Hey Annoying” his eyes never leaving his books. I scoffed “Ok I see how it is I was going to ask how your day was but clearly you find me annoying, sorry I annoyed you with my friendship” I said teasingly turning around to leave only for him to grab my wrist and yanked it hard causing me to sit on his lap.

All of a sudden, I was too close to him. I could feel his breath on my right cheek.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pull you so hard”

“Oh, its alright I know you didn’t mean to.” I got to sit beside him as he went back to his book and I want back to my subtle (not so subtle) looking at him. I never understood what drew me to him first time but whatever it is it grows stronger day by day. When I transferred to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny in fourth year the first friends I made was Lily and the Marauders as I was sorted into Gryffindor. They told me to stay away from Slytherins specially Severus Snape. I have as my parents say a bad habit to do something I am told not to do. I can’t help it makes me curious (yes, I am reminded every now and then what a headache I was growing up) so naturally I went ahead and ended up being friends with not only Severus but with Lucius, Narcissa the whole gang. At first, they were all skeptical of me thinking I am pranking them but they very soon put their guard down after we got to know each other.

“What was Sirius talking about?” Severus asked with a similar frown

“Oh, you know him asking me whether I am going to the yule ball or not”

“He probably wanted to ask you to be his date”

I only hummed as a response totally skipping on the other parts where he clearly showed his disdain for Severus.

He looked towards me for the first time since I sat down “Are you going with him?”. He whispered with his voice so low it would have been hard to hear him if the was crowded.

“No” As simple as that.

“Why?”. Because I don’t like the way they treat you and I love you too much.

“Just like that” I shrugged. Just like that who says that, just say I want to go with you instead even though I know you will always love someone else but if it would mean to have a sorry excuse to be in your arms and have your attention just for few minutes it would mean the world to me.

“Are you alright?” he said with concern laced in his voice.

“I am. Why do you ask?” I chuckle nervously

“You have been in your head too much today. I have told you so many times not to think too much” he said softly bumping his shoulder with mine.

“Would you go to Yule Ball with me?” Fuck it.

He looked at me like I just asked for his house papers.

“I- I think you should ask Sirius instead” wait is he blushing?

“No, I am asking you, politely would you please go to yule ball with me?” I don’t know what has gotten into me but whatever it is I hope it doesn’t make me cry at night. Gives me bad headache.

“Why would you ask me? Sirius is definitely interested in you and also, I don’t have anything to wear”

“Severus honestly you are so daft sometimes for someone who is so intelligent if I actually wanted to go with Sirius, I would have just gone with but do you see me with him right now? No. And as far as your clothing you can wear that white shirt you wore last year during Christmas party and the black slacks that Lucius gifted at your birthday. Your shoes are in good condition. So will you with me?”

He stared back at me with glassy eyes “How- how do you know so much about me?”

“Its just wardrobe Sev” I ignored both his question and the butterflies in my stomach.

“No, its not just that you just always know what I am feeling, what I am like everything” He held my hand as he continued to stare at my e/c eyes. Butterflies were now locking and popping in my stomach.

“Maybe because I like you more than I should?” My subconscious mind scolding me internally for letting out that information.

“I was a fool for not seeing there is after all someone who cares about me and I was pining for someone I could never have” after a brief pause, he cupped my cheeks with his warm hands “be mine?” he asked with a nervous smile

“I have been yours, always and forever”

He closed the distance and kissed me nervous smile still playing on his face after we break apart when I press my lips on his again.

A/N: Leave feedback and likes if you liked this fic. This is my first fic so be gentle. Ok byee

#young severus #severus x you #severus x reader #severus snape #sirius black #harry potter #fluff fic #slytherin #pro snape

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skiller0dani · 4 years ago

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or, was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah actually-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Reid, you're not-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where's your wedding ring?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spencer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yours yours yours yours yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess you fucked me good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer x y/n #spencer x you #post prison spencer #jealousy #possessive #criminal minds #smut #spencer reid x you #spencer x reader #jealous smut

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anangelwhodidntfall · 3 years ago

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Stood Up: Robin Buckely

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 700

Request: ok idea for robin because i need more of her and shes underatted reader gets stood up for a date and goes to family video where robin is (readers makeup is running down her face and stuff) and robin like closes the store early to comfort reader and they both confess

So many words could describe your best friend and crush Robin Buckley. She was funny, kind, smart, fearless, and most of all cute, you weren't sure when you feel for her but now it was all you could think about even if you knew deep down she didn't feel the same way you. You had overheard her and Steve talking about her crush on Vickie from band, which you understood because Vickie was cute but it also hurt to hear that she had a crush on someone else. You thought that maybe you should try to move on as well and so here you were getting ready for a date with this boy Drew who had asked you out a few times.

"So who's the lucky guy?" Robin asked you trying to be supportive even though she wished it was her.

"Uh it's Drew from my art class, I figured I give him a chance finally." You said as Robin rolled her eyes because Drew was so annoying and condescending.

"Oh." She said not sure of what else to say.

"Yeah." You said awkwardly.

"Well, I hope you have a good time and call me once you get home or if you need me to come to get you." She said hugging you before leaving you since Drew was supposed to pick you up at your place.

You sighed as it was fifteen minutes past when Drew was supposed to pick you up but still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Now it was an hour later and you came to conclusion that he had stood up as the tears slide down your face, you knew this was a bad idea, to begin with, and shouldn't have said yes in the first place. You walked over to your phone and called the video store hoping Robin was still there.

"Robin." You said once she answered the phone.

"What's wrong?" She asked concerned when you heard you were on the verge of tears.

"He stood me up. I knew this was a bad idea." You said rambling into the phone.

"No, it wasn't. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be there." She hung up the phone and closed the store early.

Robin didn't know how Drew could stand up someone like you. You were beautiful, talented, caring and so much more. She has had the biggest crush on you and wanted to tell you but was scared that you would reject her and ruin the friendship you two shared so she tried to move on to Vickie but that wasn't going anywhere.

"Hey, it's alright. Drew's a complete idiot." She said immediately wrapping her arms around you when she saw your makeup-stained cheek.

"No, maybe I'm the idiot. I shouldn't have said yes when I knew the type of person he was." YOu ranted as Robin wondered why you even said yes to him.

"Can I ask why did you agree to go out with Drew in the first place?" Robin asked pulling away from you.

"Because I realized the person and my best friend had a crush on Vickie and didn't like me back so I tried to move on." You said as she looked at you shocked.

"You have a crush on me?" She asked shocked.

"I do and I understand if you don't like me back, we can pretend..." You started to ramble on before you felt Robin's lips on yours.

Robin about died when she felt you kiss her back and after a few minutes you two finally pulled away to catch some air but kept smiling at each other.

"I've liked you for the longest time but wasn't sure you felt the same way which is I started pursing Tammy and then Vicky because I didn't want to say anything and ruin our friendship." She said.

"So would you maybe like to give this a try?" You asked her nervously.

"I would love too as long as I get to get kiss you again." She said making you laugh as you nodded your head for her to kiss you again.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley angst #robin buckley imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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oddaodd · 3 years ago

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· Wailing Teapots ·

Summary: When Tommy begins suspecting of Y/n's true allegiances he goes and questions her in her apartment only to discover a dark secret. (Angst/Fluff)

Warnings: Implications of abuse. (Nothing too graphic but just in case).

Author's note: I'm back! It feels so good to write again! My life has been a bit hectic lately, but I hope I can continue to make time for my writing because it honestly feels like coming back home after the most exhausting of voyages. Anyhow I hope y'all enjoy this and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

Three strong knocks on the door stole Y/n’s attention from the live fire burning in her fireplace. With quiet feet she tiptoed to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob and stood still hoping to hear something that could tell her who it was behind the door, but she could only hear her own heartbeat beating violently in her ribcage as she held her breath.

She slightly hated herself for being afraid, but she couldn’t not be afraid, not with all the letters that had been delivered to her home.

“I know you’re in there Y/n”

As soon as she recognized the voice as Tommy’s, she finally breathed again before partly opening the door a weak smile gracing her features when she took in the sight of him. Before she could ask him what he was doing there he pushed the door open and allowed himself inside.

The smile vanished from her face in an instant and she quickly closed the door. There was something different about him, something that made the hairs on her arms stand up in trepidation. His eyes didn’t look like they had done a few nights prior when he took Y/n to the outskirts of town for a walk. The kind of walk in which one shares the kind of conversations that makes people grow closer together, the kind of walk which ends with a gentle kisses and fleeting touches.

“This is a nice place” he commented taking off his peaky cap, not even sparing Y/n a glance as he began walking slowly through the apartment which though small and plain held a considerable amount of expensive yet tasteful looking knick knacks that brightened up the whole place despite the old furniture that had beed there when Y/n first moved in.

“You couldn’t have waited for a formal invitation, could you?” She asked in a light tone still standing by the door, in the hope that it could change Tommy’s odd aura, but he ignored her question all together

“Almost too nice, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked picking up a vase and examining it before finally turning to look at Y/n.

“Tommy?” She asked, not really knowing why was he acting so strange.

“I know I pay you fair wages” he began, putting the vase down fixing his eyes on the fireplace where small traces of burnt paper rested “but I highly doubt you were able to make yourself of such an array of treasures with what I pay you.”

“All of this came with me from America.” She said feeling like she ought to explain herself and though her answer was an honest one, Tommy didn’t seem convinced, nevertheless, he hummed in mocking understanding before clearing his throat .

“Aren’t you gonna offer me tea?”

“Sure…where are my manners?” she said with a nervous laugh before walking to where her stove was and putting a kettle on.

Tommy followed her closely and drew a chair from her flimsy kitchen table before sitting down and taking notice of her shaky hands as she tied around a bit in the kitchen with her back to him as he sat on her favorite chair.

“Wish you had told me you were coming, I would have..”she began as she opened her pantry to put away some bread.

“You’ve been burning letters” he interrupted, not being able to shake off the image of the paper remains.

Y/n stilled for a moment before closing her pantry, thing which he noticed.

“Yeah, I don’t have the room to keep every single letter I get ” Y/n said, a defensiveness lingering softly in her words.

“I agree” Tommy said in a cold tone “specially when you are getting so many of them. Paul tells me he delivers at least 10 a week here” he continued, referring to the mailman who after being questioned by Tommy forgot all about post confidentiality.

“They are my mother’s” Y/n stuttered out.

The teapot then wailed, making her jump slightly before going to remove it from the stove and finally turning around to go and pour Tommy a cup.

“Right” Tommy said, his eyes not leaving Y/n’s figure as she poured the tea.

“Yeah, she’s ever so passionate about plants, been telling me all a-a-about her new greenhouse.” She continued pressured by Tommy’s heavy stare and silence.

Tommy offered a small cynical smile that Y/n didn’t see, she didn’t want to look at him. She felt like crying for she realized just then how suspicious she looked.

The sound of the chair being drawn again teased at Y/N’s ears, forcing her to look up at Tommy who was calmly walking towards her. She had never been afraid of him, but she couldn’t help but back away as he inched closer to her, her eyes widening.

“Who is Clyde Attenborough?” He asked producing another letter from his pocked like the many ones Y/n had been receiving for a while now. Same stamps and everything.

Color drained from her face at the sight of the letter and she found herself unable to produce an answer as her back came in soft contact with her pantry.

“What does he know? He asked.

“Where I live” Y/n whispered sorrowfully as a tear finally slipped down her cheek. Her eyes being for mercy.

“What have you been telling him?”

“Nothing” she answered truly.

“I bet he pays generously to know how the company works”

“I swear im not working for anyone else” Y/n stuttered, finally understanding why Tommy was so suspicious. Being his secretary, she knew plenty about the skeletons the family kept.

“Then why are you crying?” He pressed.

“Because you’re scaring me.”

Her words seemed to have an effect on Tommy for he immediately backed away, throwing the letter on the table, his back to her.

”I’m not gonna hurt you” he stated, beating himself up for corralling Y/n like that. His voice much less menacing than mere seconds ago. “Who is Clyde Attenborough?”

“I haven’t been honest with you” she finally confessed sniffing. To hell with everything.

At this Tommy turned around to look at her an unpleasant mix of emotions swimming in his eyes.

“Im married” she sobbed “Clyde’s my husband”

For the first time in a long time, Tommy was caught off guard.

“I came to Small Heath because I ran away from him, I figured he’d never find me but..” She said taking the letter in her shaky hands as if the thing were to blow off in any given second “I guess I was wrong. I-I don’t know how he found me”

She shifted her teary gaze from the letter to a shocked Tommy “I swear im not passing information” she chuckled sadly, the knot in her throat choking her a little.

Tommy stood glued in the same spot, not knowing what to do. His world had come crashing down when he began suspecting of Y/n’s alliances after Polly suggested he look into it. A pretty American girl, moving to a grey English town, taking up a job that was exhausting at best. It reminded him a little too much of Grace.

Now that he knew the truth , he didn’t feel any better.

“Is he dangerous?” He found himself asking after a few seconds of silence.

Y/n sniffed as she walked to her fireplace “I wouldn’t have left if he wasn’t” she said as she threw the letter into the crackling flames.

“Is he in Birmingham?”

“He keeps writing that he’ll come get me if I don’t go back, but im not sure” she answered.

Tommy fought the urge to go up to her and take her in his arms and instead put his peaky cap back on before heading for the door.

“I’m sorry” he whispered before stepping out of her place, The guilt of intimidating her in her own house gnawing at his insides and the newfound anger her husband created present on his drive home.

The next day Y/n noticed as she peeped out the window two men, both in peaky caps standing at the entrance of her apartment complex.

Three more days passed and Y/n was again surprised tby the sound of three knocks on her door as she read one evening.

“Its me, Y/N” Tommy’s voice flowed through the door shortly after the knocks.

Y/n quickly got off her couch and made her way to open the door. Her eyes falling on Tommy’s apologetic features.

“It’s dealt with” he said in all seriousness. The thick accent she loved so much vibrating through her ears.

As soon as she registered what Tommy had just said she let out a strained breath, her lips turned into a tired smile and a lone tear slipped out her misty eyes.

“Wanna come in?” She asked after a few seconds, feeling happier than she had felt for days.

“Is this a formal invitation?” He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips, relieved that his antics from a few days prior hadn’t maimed Y/n´s trust.

At his question she just smiled, looking at him lovingly before taking hold of his hand and pulling him into her apartment before pressing her lips to his in a soft yer passionate manner. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy then closed the door.

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Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

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