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half-dead-writer · 4 months ago

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I'm yet to watch Scott Pilgrim but I'm having an obsession on Matthew just by watching the scenes that feature him, god I'm pathetic aha It's kinda bad in some places, I lost patience writing it stoned lmao

Just In Time (NSFW)

Matthew almost catches you doing sinful things in your room, you won't believe what happens next! aka your boyfriend doesn't shame you for being horny, talks it out, gets horny himself.

character: Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: almost 4k reader: gender neutral (no description of bits) warnings: it's a smut guys

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Washing all of your dirty dishes in the sink left you exhausted. You lazily threw yourself on the bed, taking out your phone. The digital clock shown 4:50 PM. Ten minutes until your boyfriend arrives at your house. You two planned to have a movie night today.

You've been dating for a week and a half now, slowly testing the waters with your relationship. In the first days, you and him were a bit shy, unsure what amount of affection is proper. From the brief info you had, you knew his ex girlfriend broke up with him pretty quickly. You could see it left a pretty negative impression, which made him anxious about doing something wrong, and you didn't really blame him. You had no previous partners, but you could imagine how it felt. Even though you knew him for such a short time, he seemed like a pretty sweet, loving guy, so you felt extra special when you two got to the point of being comfortable in each other's houses.

At first, Matthew insisted on taking you on fancy dates, being extra romantic and trying too hard to impress you. You appreciated his effort and charming antics, but felt like you weren't on equal grounds. You wanted to get to know him on a sincere, casual level. So when you convinced him that just watching some movies in a cozy setting would be enough for a date, you felt like you were a step further to being closer.

Your eyes were fixated on the ceiling, mind occupied with the excitement for the upcoming activity. The time started to drag, making a passing of just one minute incredibly long. Boredom forced your thoughts to wander in places you rarely visited ever since you started dating and a familiar warmth forming in your lower abdomen hit you at the worst moment possible.

You were fine with the slow tempo you had established - cuddling was the furthest you two went in terms of physical affection. Except for the one kiss you two shared (right after Matthew asked you out) and some quick pecks on the cheeks, you and him rarely kissed.

You didn't even notice how tense you were these past days. It wasn't a problem when you had the time to do your business in peace, but for the past week, all you've been focused on was mostly Matthew. Normally, you would have likely ignored it and dealt with it after the event, but you didn't want to risk dirty thoughts seeping into your mind when spending time with him. It was a literal Netflix and Chill situation, and you weren't about to ruin it by being weird. You didn't want to overwhelm him, there would be a time for that later.

Your sight fell on the phone again, reading the numbers - 4:54. Six minutes left for the 5 PM to arrive. The heartbeat in your chest quickened as your mind was starting to slowly warm up to the risky idea. The more you hesitated, the less time you had for your break, which created even more pressure to the current conundrum.

A defeated sigh left your lips as you shamefully watched your hand disappear under the waistband of your underwear. Closing your eyes, you tried to mute everything around you, focusing purely on the action. Understanding the dangers of not being urgent enough made your body work in an unexplainably fast manner.

An imagined picture of Matthew catching you in the act invaded your head, making you even more on edge. You didn't actually want it to happen in real life, but a snippet of how it could play out in the future had you in it's grasp.

The sinful thought made your breath quicken, the world was slowly turning into a blur. The pleasant wave began to take course through your muscles. Your bliss didn't last long, though. In a split second, you realized you heard a noise of the doorknob turning, along with a familiar voice.

"Y/N, I arrived!" He announced, slowly entering your room. You didn't have time to dwell on the irony of his sentence, quickly vanishing your hand from your pants.

"Matthew!" The words spilled out of your mouth in a hurry and you wished you had the reflex to stop them. The off tone caught him by a surprise, forcing him to take a better look at you. His eyes noted your slightly disheveled appearance.

You let out a forced chuckle, careful not to sound too out of breath, "You're here!" You readjusted yourself on the bed a bit more appropriately, keeping your legs shut.

"Wow, hey," he said, his eyes resembling those of a deer flashed by streetlight for a moment, "-you missed me?" His question was purely of the innocent nature, making you feel even guiltier.

"Obviously- we were supposed to watch that show, remember?" You tried your best to not sound as if you were about to get shot, the anxiety bubbling in you.

His look from across the room was a bit concerned, unsure if the mood in the air he read was correct. Not wanting the situation to be awkward, his face softened into an unsure yet affectionate smile, hoping to make the atmosphere less tense.

"Uh, I didn't mean to just barge into your house, but I knocked and didn't hear you coming, your door was open so I-" He tried to explain, but all you were busy focusing on your screw-up.

You forgot that you did, in fact, open the doors once you were done cleaning the dishes. Your mind was strictly occupied by him coming home, so you thought your small break to chill on your bed would be short, and in no time, you'd be greeting him on the other side.

"No, no, it's fine," you rambled, the dry feeling on your mouth distracting you slightly, "I should have paid more attention and actually greet you by the door-"

"I just, uh, wanted to put it out there, that," his words started to fumble, "whatever you do in the privacy of your room, is, none of my business-" He tried to gently reassure with intentions of not shaming you, even if he wasn't sure if you'd take it the right way.

"Noo- I made things awkward-" You whined in a self-deprecating tone, you were not prepared to handle this.

"What! No, you didn't!" He shot up, the rush to chase away your worries made him raise his voice a little. You flinched, which made him realize how he came off.

"I- I mean," he stopped, "it's not a big deal, don't worry-"

"I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you lightly bit your lip.

"There's nothing that you need to feel awkward about!" His hands flailed around, trying to emphasize his point, "we're both- adults."

You showed him a tired half-smile. Even though the tense atmosphere was cutting into the you both, Matthew still tried to reassure you in his own way. You felt a bit better.

"We didn't really discuss any- stuff of this kind together, and I didn't know if it'd be a comfortable topic for us yet-" you continued, feeling put on the spot. Even though Matthew gave you a way out of this topic, you just had to dig yourself a bigger hole.

His sight jumped around the room, making sure to not meet with your eyes. You felt the mattress sink under his weight as he sat on the bed next to you, trying to hide half of his flustered expression in his bangs.

"I'm not against the idea, if you aren't."

It took you a moment before you responded, "I'm not ... I mean- we could discuss it now, if you feel like it."

"Okay-" he stretched his arms forward, promptly resting his elbows on his knees, a spot on the floor seeming more comfortable to stare at for the moment.

The short silence made Matthew speak up again, "so-" he bit his lip, already knowing his further words will embarrass him.

"Were you thinking about me?"

"Matthew!" His surprising bluntness made you raise your voice, gaining a guilty and anxious grin from the man. It was his turn to feel like he crossed a line.

"Sorry, I just-" he tried to back out from his words, his hands raised in an apologetic manner, "I- I was curious!"

You couldn't contain the chuckle wanting to escape your lips. The ridiculousness of the situation finally got to you. He wanted to see it as a good sign, but he was still a bit on edge from his outrageous question.

"I- I was," you meekly answered, feeling exposed. Not like anything would come out of you keeping it a secret. He was your boyfriend, he asked, it seemed fair enough. That response, however, made him straighten up immediately, and you could swear you heard an almost inaudible, sharp intake of air, as if he was about to choke on his own breath.

"I- alright," he huffed out, blank stare visible on his face. The answer and it's implications sinked in, the cogs turning in his mind were pretty visible. His worries about you leaving him have been suddenly put on pause. You thought about him in that way?

Seeing how affected he was by your confession made you a bit more confident. He timidly opened up his mouth again, "Can…"

"Can I ask," he prolonged his sentence, "what were you thinking about?"

Again, it was your turn to be coy. But, from the reactions he gave you, you concluded it wasn't as awkward of an experience as as you originally thought it would be. I mean, it was still awkward, but not as bad. Matthew was just flustered, and so were you, but the vibe in the room wasn't purely negative.

"I was thinking…" you tried to put down your words in an eloquent manner, fighting the urge to cringe at what you're about to say, "how soon you're gonna be here."

Matthew only briefly glanced at you, his usual, theatrical reactions stopped due to intense focus on your words.

"How I must hurry up, otherwise you're gonna know something's up. And, well, you did," you quietly muttered out, forcing a crooked smile. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but the reactions to your admissions were pushing you to keep going.

"And… how did you think it was gonna go?" he dared to ask.

"Well, um… I hoped you wouldn't get mad, or worse, disgusted-" you stated your worries, it felt a bit relieving to finally get it out of your chest, even if it was a pretty vulnerable experience.

"No, no-" he was quick to say, "I'm not disgusted at all!"

"I think-" he hesitated, "I think it's even, kinda, hot, he finally sputtered out.

You couldn't help yourself as laughter busted right out you, catching Matthew by surprise.

"What?" he shot up, now feeling like he surely said something embarrassing.

The affection reflected in your eyes as the corners of your lips went up. You pressed a light kiss on his lips which he reciprocated, but was fairly surprised.

"What was that for-?" he asked, unsurely looking into your eyes, yet without an intention to complain.

"You're too adorable," you said, gaining another pathetic sound from the man.

You stared at him for a while, just basking in the unexpected joy your boyfriend gave you. You were fully prepared for the evening to turn sour, and now you were both openly discussing pretty intimate matters. Well, as openly as you two were able to get at this early stage of your relationship.

"How did I find such a good boyfriend?" Your words were coated in honey, you wanted to butter him up. It wasn't really serious, more of a lighthearted tease, while still staying relatively sincere to your honest thoughts.

Matthew's eyes went wide as he quickly changed his sitting position. His legs were clasped together, a nervous look on his face betrayed his embarrassment.

"L-love, um-" his brows were uncomfortably furrowed, a bashful grin appearing on his lips, "would it be a good time now to admit to something as well-?"

Your curious eyes landed on the area he tried to hide. You had a clue as to why his position suddenly shifted. You nodded slowly.

"Your words are killing me," a nervous titter followed after.

"My words?" You played a bit dumb, innocently pushing further. You saw an opportunity, so you chased it.

"Your- compliments. In- in this, current setting," He explained, his back arched in a way that made his arms rest "casually" while also covering his crotch. Even though he was actor, he couldn't nail the natural look.

"Mm?" You let a cheeky smile get on your face. Getting a bit closer, yet still hesitant, you tested the waters, "is me saying you're a good boy turning you on?"

His shoulders stiffened as soon as the sentence fell on his ears. His bangs were successfully hiding part of his face, until you made an effort to gently put them behind his ear. You raised his chin up with your finger, making him look at you. You could feel the way he melted under your touch.

In a weird surge of confidence, you decided to press your lips into his once again, this time trying to gently push him to part his lips. He got the hint pretty quickly, allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth without much resistance.

It got a bit sloppy, but neither of you minded at the moment. Even though your eyes were closed, you could feel the warmth in Matthew's cheeks as you slowly moved your hand to cup his face. Matthew leaned into the kiss, letting you take charge.

A light string of saliva connected you both when you gently pulled away from the kiss. Even if it lasted a relatively short time, his expression seemed dazed.

His hands let go of hiding the intimate spot, an action which let you see the uncomfortably stretched fabric of his pants. Your gaze left him flustered, yet he plead the fifth. The cat was out of the bag, there was nothing to hide anymore. All left to do was to take the shame with dignity (or lack thereof).

"Mattie-" your words cut through the silence, his whole focus went to you, "would you want to- get on my lap?"

You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him, his eyes betraying the excitement. He nodded, carefully positioning himself on the spot that you requested. You felt his weight resting on you, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

He stayed silent with bated breath, careful not to break the moment between you two. You couldn't lie, your worries were similar, but you decided to just go with the flow. Your hands slowly crawled onto his sides, making him squirm at the sudden contact.

"Tell me if I do anything uncomfortable," you whispered while moving your hands down his torso, making the man exhale sharply.

"Mhm," he hummed, trying to keep his composure, "you can do- whatever-"

To avoid unnecessary silence, you occupied your time by locking your lips again, leaving only the sounds of excited breathing as the ambient around you. You closed your eyes, the sight of your boyfriend in the current situation was too much to bare. Your hand trailed down to touch the fabric of his jeans, gently exploring the place. Matthew didn't know what to do with his hands as he let out a quiet whimper. The noise made you wanna move from the place, now slowly unbuckling his belt. Matthew kept his hands politely placed on his knees, but after a while he rested them carefully on your shoulders.

Your hand snaked itself onto the bare skin below his abdomen. The feeling of your fingers brushing along his length made Matthew pull away ever so slightly, breaking the kiss with a hitched breath. You didn't dare to look down, instead choosing to assault his neck with a trail of light pecks.

The feather light smooches made him wiggle a bit, the intense reactions to your touch had you charmed. His body language was already pretty open and theatrical in a casual setting, and it amused you that his movements translated well into the current activity.

After his neck was full of marks left by your lips, you pulled away, making him look at you. His bangs managed to fall on his face again, leaving only one eye uncovered to glare at you with affection. You raised your hand until it was on the same level as his lips.

"Open up, please?" you requested, filled with a surprising amount of confidence.

He did what you asked for with almost no delay. Your digits gently pressed down on his tongue. You gathered some saliva by moving them around, brushing his teeth lightly in the process. After you left his mouth, Matthew kept it open for a few moments before closing it, as if he just processed what happened. Your used the lubricant to make your hand slide up and down with more ease.

"Mf-"

The action lasted no more 2 minutes, and Matthew was already starting to become a mess. His breath quickened substantially, releasing shallow pants on par to your strokes. He was doing whatever he can to not break the fun too soon. You noticed he was close, and so your movements stopped completely. He was hoping you didn't notice a dissatisfied whimper that quietly managed to escape his mouth.

"Mattie?" you asked, tone barely above whisper.

"Mm?" His tired look was obstructed by the messy hair.

"Did you ever think about me when…" you started, hoping this topic wasn't crossing any boundaries. But he asked you about it first, so you thought it was fair.

Matthew tensed, meek "I-" came out of his mouth. He avoided eye contact for a second, pretending he didn't feel as if he was just caught doing something bad.

"Only once!" he defended himself, prepared to be severely judged for admitting to it. You chuckled softly, endeared. You found his humility quite cute.

"Well- You wanna do it a second time?" You asked, mostly coy with a hint of feigned confidence. The blood rushed to his cheeks as quickly as the words left your mouth.

"N-now?" he asked, just in case he misunderstood something.

"If you're comfortable with it, of course," you reassured. You still wanted to make sure you were on the same page. A hesitant nod acted as his confirmation.

"Good boy," you murmured, causing goosebump to appear on his skin. You started undoing the buttons of his red shirt, making his body freeze.

"Don't mind me," You cooed.

His hand reached the destination, carrying out slow, gentle strokes. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the feeling (which was pretty hard with you actively messing with his buttons). His chest, quickly rising and falling, was on full view and your hands were quick to explore it.

"You look so pretty right now," you whispered. You weren't even teasing, those were your honest words.

"Nhf-" He bit his lip, his pace quickened. At this point he didn't have the strength to hold back his sounds, your ears were hit with an array of moans and whimpers.

"How did I get so lucky?" You continued buttering him up, you knew it made him tick. Another wave of hickeys landed on the side of his neck.

After a frenzy of labored breaths, a prolonged whine got out of his lips. His entire body tensed, a hit of euphoria catching up. His shoulders fell limp, his chin rested on your shoulder.

"Feeling better now, love?" You embraced his waist, his entire body acted like a big heater.

"Y-yeah," he huffed out, slowly coming to his senses.

You pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, forcing him to show a crooked, bashful grin.

"Are you… ready to go again?" you felt embarrassed by being so needy. You had your release not so long ago, and you were still desperate for another one.

"Uh," he waited a bit before responding, "y-yeah, of course- just be a bit gentler while I recover," he didn't wanna ruin your fun, even if he did need a small break. Given the circumstances, you decided to try something different.

"Could you lay down, please?" He obeyed without any objections, looking for further instructions.

You placed your butt on his thigh, your pelvis started searching for friction. You decided to keep your eyes closed, careful not to focus on how desperate you looked, in opposition to Matthew, who's eyes were open wide, looking at you as if he was about to faint. The sight of you dry-humping him made him regain his strength a bit faster.

"O-okay, I'm ready!" He exclaimed, raising his upper body by supporting on his elbows. Your movements stopped, a light pant came out of you, missing the feeling.

Hearing the rush in his voice made you smile, he sounded as if he was about to miss the best part. Not wanting to tease him any longer, you pulled down on his pants, exposing more of his body. He didn't mind, bending his legs to make it easier for you. Matthew laid on your bed almost naked - his lower half was completely on display, the unbuttoned shirt was doing a poor job of hiding his physique.

"You're overdressed," he pointed out, his tone a bit pouty. A not so subtle hint of him wanting to see more of you.

"Sorry, I didn't want to steal your spotlight," you joked lightheartedly, gaining a flustered eye roll from the man.

You got out of your pants, swiftly tossing them on the floor. You didn't really have a plan in mind, your only objective was for you both to have a good time. Matthew watched as you hovered above him, this time aligning your nether regions with his. You leaned your face closer to his, subtly brushing against his groin. He was so warm-

Your tongue hungrily dove into his mouth again. You felt his hands grab your waist, holding you tight in his grip. He wanted to be as close as possible, too desperate to let go of you. Your thrusting hips created a comfortable pace for the both of you to feel the most out of the effects you had on each other.

His fingers were starting to gently dig into your sides, betraying how close he was. His kissing became less active, now focused on holding back the feeling of euphoria that would soon overwhelm him. The intense pang of pleasure made you break the kiss with a sound that he found very attractive.

Matthew's release followed shortly after, leaving both of you a panting mess. Your body fell limply on his, relishing in the afterglow from the overwhelming bliss. You pushed your body to the side after you were able to move again and your limbs entangled themselves into Matthew. He let out a content sigh, putting his arm around you.

You didn't expect the entire ordeal to leave you so sleepy. You still wanted to go through the original plans you had, but the thought of doing anything other than heavenly falling asleep in his arms was already too tiring for you.

"I love you," he murmured tiredly, "so much."

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alex110370000 · 3 months ago

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So like, how would u guys feel of if I did a chapter ish series of Matthew Patel x reader after I get done w the requests I already have

#matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #spto #scott pilgrim #smut #x reader #todd ingram #gideon graves #seven evil exes #roxie richter

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patheticwomenlover · 7 months ago

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Personally-Assit Me Part 2

Gideon Graves x Gen!Neutral Reader x Matthew Patel cw: EXPLICIT NSFW Minors pls DNI! ♡

Summary: Gideon acts like he doesn't like you but when Matthew comes along and charms you he gets jealous. So you three have a threesome to see whose better ♡

author note: The second half took me so long to finish yall have no idea x"o lol hope yall enjoy the rest of this

Part 1

When you started to spend more time with Matthew, you took notice of Gideon shift in attitude. His normal annoying, asshole-ish attitude was now non-existent and replaced with a possessive, controlling one. You thought to yourself, what was his deal? Could it be…. because of…Matthew?

Surely there’s no way! You’ve always thought he didn’t even like you that anyhow. He’d always embarrass, belittle, and play with your feelings like it was a game. He can’t have feelings for you right?... right?

Apparently, you might have been terribly wrong. Because NOW, he’s starting to treat you…better? If you can even say that. After Gideon took notice of your relationship with Matthew, he was determined to ruin whatever it was. And to do this, he needed to one-up him.

To him, this plan was bullet proof. He was literally RICH. He could get you anything you wanted. New phone? Sure. New car? Why not. You want some money? Sure, take how much ever you want, go buy yourself something. The point is, he believed he was a thousand times better than Matthew. The hell could he do you for you? Sing and dance about his love for you? HA. He’ll do him one better; he could buy an entire building for you.

Anyhow. One day while you were walking towards the employee kitchen area to take your hour break, you just so happened to run into Matthew on the way there. He asks you if you’d like to spend it with him at a nearby café, but Gideon ‘coincidently’ happened to be watching you two and almost immediately came running towards your direction.

“Oh! Hey y/n. You on break?” Matthew asks with that same adorable smile on his face.

“Mhm! Felt like I was never gonna get a break after Gideon’s constant demands.” You joke. “What brings you here? Is there a league meeting today?”

“Nope. Just wanted to see you, and now that I know you’re on break…” He starts to break eye contact from you and sheepishly rubs the back of his head. “Do you.. want to hang out with me around the corner—”

“Y/NN!...WAIT A MINUTE!” You hear Gideon from a distance. Your head turned around to see him running towards you and stopping right beside you, panting out of breath. You turn your head to him in confusion.

“Wha?!- sir? Is everything alright??”

“Y-yes!...*ahem* Yes, of course everything is alright.” He straightens his clothing before coughing into his hand again. “I came to tell you that I’m going to need you as close as possible to me during your break, okay? So don’t leave the building.”

You see Matthew deflate slightly. “Ah..really? but I was planning on-“

“Yes I know, going to the café with Matthew hmm? Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll see your little friend again afterwards. But right now, you’re mine.” He purrs as he snakes his hand around your waist, which earned a slight squeak from you. He made sure to make it painfully obvious to Matthew.

Matthew narrows his eyes at him. “How did you even know-“

“Soo!” Gideon proudly interrupts Matthew, much to his annoyance. “Where were you two planning on going hmm?” He asks, which made Matthew raise his brow at him. “Why are you asking?”

“Just curious. Can’t have my beautiful assistant going just anywhere. I mean, I doubt they’d want to watch a play written by a D+ actor.” He teases. “They’d probably rather go to something more…classy.” A smirk spreads across his face.

“Uh..actually sir I—"

“Wha—?! Who said I was going to take them to a play?” He scowls. “Well what else do you do?” Gideon leaves your side and gets a little closer to him. Oh boy if you didn’t intervene, they were gonna start trying to kill each other.

“I can do much more than you think.”

Matthew steps closer.

“Is that so?”

Gideon gets closer.

“O-okay! Okay!...uh sir, you said you need me, yes?” You wrap your arm around his arm, gently trying to pull him away from Matthew. Gideon lightly blushes from your touch. “Hmph..yes, I did. I need to get back to work anyways, I can’t waste my time with him anymore.” He turns around and starts to walk back towards his office but before he does, he looks at you. “I’ll be waiting for you.” With that, he finally leaves.

You could tell how irritated Matthew was, he knew that Gideon did that to fuck with him. That’s okay, two can play at that game. “Sorry about him, Matthew. When he hasn’t had his lunch, he gets a bit cranky.” You joke, giving him a small smile. He just chuckles lightly in response. “It’s fine. It’s nothing new with him. Besides, If he can’t let us hang during your breaks then we can always do them when you’re off.” He walks up to you and grabs your hand, gently placing a kiss on your knuckles. “I’ll let you do what you need to do, call me sometime, okay?”

Both of your cheeks flushed. “Y-yes of course...! I’ll call you after work.” He smiles. “Lovely. Bye, y/n.” And with that, he left, leaving you alone in the hallway.

you feel like that may have started some sort of fire between those two, not in a good way. After that ordeal, they both made it their absolute priority to essentially compete for your attention and affection. Everyday before you go inside the building to start your shift, Matthew would give you a little lilac flower to place in your hair. You thought it was a sweet gesture, in which of course he meant it to be but he also meant for it to piss off Gideon. Because he knew that Matthew was the only one who gave you lilacs.

Anytime he’d see you with that flower in your hair he’d scoff and brush it off irritably and instead give you an authentic rose…with the thorns still on them. Ouch! Alongside some expensive jewelry to wear your entire shift. He’d notice if you took off any of it, if you did, he would immediately tell you to put it back on. If you don’t wear it, how will Matthew know you’re his? At this point you felt like his sugar baby. What could you even give him in return?

“A date.” Gideon says as he was holding your hand gently. “Wh..what?”

“You can repay me with a date, tonight at 9:00 pm.” He gives you his signature smile. God he looked so handsome, you couldn’t lie.

“Sir..I…I can’t, I’m sorry.” His smile drops. Did you just reject him…? “Eh?! Why?...is it the jewelry? The rose?...I probably should’ve removed the thorns-“

“No no!...I appreciate your gifts. It’s just I already made plans with Matthew tonight.”

His eye twitches in annoyance. That fucker beat him to it..!

“I see…” He reaches his hand in his coat pocket, bringing out a stack of cash. Just by looking at it you can tell it was a good few thousand. “I’ll throw in 5 thousand dollars for you to ditch him and go out with me tonight.” He was literally trying to bribe you.

You stood there in disbelief for a moment before waving your hand dismissively. “Sir, please I already-“He throws the stack of cash at your chest before reaching into his other pocket and pulling out another stack. “Fine, 10 thousand. How about now hm?”

“Uh sir I-“

He throws the money at you again.

“Alright, alright, 20 thousand.” Your face deadpans. “….uhh I can’t-“

He throws the money at you again. “50k. I can do this all day, baby.”

Your chest was starting to hurt. Maybe you should’ve called in sick today.

After Gideon’s multiple failed attempts to bribe you, he eventually gave up. Supposedly he had better things to do, despite spending almost 10 minutes trying to convince you why Matthew sucks and that you should ‘get with a real man’. But that was just the beginning, you haven’t gotten rid of him yet.

Anyways, after you finished your shift and went home you got ready for your day with Matthew. He came by your apartment in his car and took you to one of those drive-in theatres. You were surprised they still did those nowadays, feels old fashioned. Nonetheless, it was a sweet. You could tell he was excited about it by his tone when he explained to you how he found out there was a nearby drive-in theatre.

You two sat in his car while an old-school movie played in front of you two. There was popcorn placed on his lap and two drinks inside both of his cup holders. You also had a shared blanket in the back just in case it got cold, he really thought this through. “Isn’t this cool? I had no idea people still did these until a few weeks ago! Especially in my area!” Matthew brightly says.

“Me either. You can tell it’s super old too, this movie is in black and white.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “Yeah, feels authentic.” He takes a few pieces of popcorn and tosses it into his mouth. “Mhmm. You want some?” He gestures to the large bucket of buttery popcorn.

“Why? You want me to touch something inside the popcorn?” You tease, which causes Matthew’s face to flush and almost on his popcorn. “Huh wha?! No! no!..of course not!..I can move the popcorn to prove I’m not hiding a-anything inside!-“

“Matthew.” He feels a hand on his shoulder. “I’m joking, I’d love some popcorn.” A sigh of relief escapes his lips. “Ah..haha…right..! *ahem*.. I don’t think I can handle your jokes without my face burning off..” He jokes.

“Sorry Matthew, you’re so cute when you’re like this.” A giggle leaves your lips as you reach over to grab a few piece of popcorn, throwing them into your mouth. He huffs. “Cute?... how about…” He reaches inside of his khaki jacket, bringing out a tiny lilac flower. It looked like it had been run over and it’s petals were chipped. “…..Charming?!...oh…damnit.”

He sighs. “The lilac is all ruined now…!” You look curiously at the tiny flower, by the looks of it he must have meant to give it to you when it looked fresh. “Is….that for me?” He nods slowly. “Yeah..sorry…I can throw it-“

“NO!” You said a little loudly, making him jump in his seat slightly. “I want to keep it..”

“You…want to keep this? But..I can get you a better one!..” You reach your hand to his hand holding the lilac, gently taking it from him. “Anything you give me is perfect. Almost every day you give me lilacs, this one isn’t any different.” You smile.

He’s silent for a moment, until you hear light sniffling. Was he…? “Oh y/n!...your heart is so….beautiful! AUGH.” He dramatically wipes his tears from his eyes. If anyone happened to be watching you two, it would’ve looked as if you made him cry or something. And well…you technically did but not that way. You feel like this night went well.

Your following shifts kind of followed a pattern. Matthew gives you small gifts to piss of Gideon, Gideon tries to convince you to stop hanging out with Matthew and come with him instead alongside obvious flirting, you aren’t convinced, he gives you something that screams ‘from Gideon’, Matthew retaliates, and it just continues.

One time he literally demanded you wear a choker that said “Gideon’s property” with diamonds on it for your entire shift. The diamonds were real and all but…seriously? You weren’t very happy to be embarrassed in front of your co-workers again. Not like they’d say anything, not if they wanted to get fired.

But Matthew on the other hand, didn’t care. Mostly because he technically didn’t work there but because it truly angered him. Gideon was so childish...! How dare he make you wear a collar with his name on it like you were some sort of animal. He wasn’t going to get away with this. Absolutely not.

While working your regular shift, in the distance you heard arguing. The voices sounded vaguely familiar…almost like…Gideon and Matthew? Your head perks up as it got louder. You were already aware that they did not like each other, but do you think they’d go to the extent to get physical?

Yes. Yes, they would.

You decided it would be best to check it out yourself. So, you made your way towards the league lair and what you saw was the entire league sitting at the table, while Gideon and Matthew were—

“Do you really think I’d just hand the league over? You’re more stupid than I thought.” Gideon says, his face showing no amusement.

“No. I think I’ll fight you for it.” Matthew responds. You took notice of his different attire, he was wearing a long dark robe with spikes resting on the shoulders of it, buckles on the ends of his sleeves and to top it all off, the big collars of the robe pointing upwards. He really did look like a villain…and it looked real good on him.

You slowly crept near Roxie since she seemed to be the closest to you..and you’d rather talk to her than the others to be honest. “Uh…hey Roxie, what’s happening?” She quickly turns her head to the sound of your voice. “Huh?- Oh! Its you….I forgot your name but you’re Gideon’s assistant? The one that wears bunny suits to work?” Your face flushes. “Uh…yeah…that’s me.”

She chuckles. “Nice.” Her arm flies to the back of her head, resting further on her chair. “Anyways uh…yeah, your two boyfriends are about to fight.”

You blink. Boyfriends?....plural? How’d she even know— actually no. neither were your boyfriend! What the hell did they talk about before you overheard their yelling?

“boyfriends..?.. never-mind. I mean, what happened to cause this?” She shrugged. “Eh..at this point no clue. I’m here for Ramona but these two losers want to fight over you instead…oh! And the league.”

“Ramona…? Whose Ramona?”

“You don’t need to worry about it, you’ve already won them over anyways.” Although she wore a mask, you could tell by her eyes that she was smiling. “Less competition for me—”

“Wait THE LEAGUE?” You say a little too loud, but funny enough neither Gideon nor Matthew noticed you. They were too busy arguing with each other.

“You versus me. Winner takes all.” Gideon scoffs. “I’m Gideon Graves. I own two record labels, a movie studio, 14 animal shelters, and this league. You’re a D-plus theater student with delusional Broadway dreams.” A smirk spreads across his face. “This is a joke. You’re not worth my time.”

“Looks like somebody’s scared.” Roxie instigated. Gideon snapped his heads towards Roxie. “What did you just say?”

“She said it sounds like somebody’s scared.” Everyone besides you and Gideon repeated. “That’s what I thought she said, but that’s not me. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Nothing’s ever scared me!.. My nickname in school was “fearless”…!” He exclaims as he proceeded to get up from his seat, then he finally noticed you. “Wha..! Y/n? When did you?..... forget it.” He rubs his temples in annoyance then proceeds to snap his fingers. “Y/n. Office. Stay in there until I wrap this up.”

You sighed. “Ah…sorry… yes, sir—”

“No. They should stay. They should watch me as I take you down!” Matthew spats confidently. Gideon snaps his head towards him “Really? You really think you can stand a chance against my power? You’re setting yourself up.” He then walks closer to him. “Fine. These are my terms. If you win, you can take it all. My league, my empire, everything.” He glances over at you and then back to Matthew. “Including my assistant.”

He did not just bet on you like you were some sort of prize. This man is something else.

“But if you lose, which you will, I take your life.” Matthew walks closer to him. “I accept those terms!”

“Then it’s time for you to be reunited with Scott Pilgrim…in hell.”

So…after that, the fight happened. It lasted a good awhile, they were exploding through rooms, flying everywhere, it was hard for you to catch up. You’ve never seen either of them fight you couldn’t exactly doubt either, but you can say you did not expect Matthew to have mystical powers..! or even demon hipster chicks, that was pretty cool. Anyways eventually they made it to the roof, and thanks to Todd offering to carry you through his vegan portal you were able to watch the rest of the fight. You didn’t know it was possible to see Gideon, G-Man, in such a state. You watched as he kneeled onto the ground in defeat, embarrassment, shame. Like said before, you never thought it was possible to see him like this.

“This is my league now. I’m the main character.” Matthew proudly states while walking towards the league and stopping near you. Funnily, they didn’t really care for Gideon not being the boss anymore. Every single one of them immediately accepted Matthew as their new boss, much to the dismay of Gideon.

“B-betrayed!..by all of you!” He yells. “Lucas Lee?” Lucas scoffs and turns to leave. “Todd?” Todd leaves too. “Twin? Other twin?” They both quietly leave, not even sparing him a glance. He didn’t even know their names. “Et tu, Roxanne?..” He dramatically says while placing a hand on his chest and the other outwards to her.

“Et tu? Eat me.” She bites back before leaving just the rest. That leaves you, Matthew and Gideon on top of the roof. You and Gideon share a look before you hesitantly disconnect eye contact with him. It felt so awkward. He looked like he wanted to say something before Matthew purposely cut him off. “Well! Today has been a long exhausting day. Shall we?” He holds out his elbow for you to grab, but before you move a muscle Gideon speaks up.

“W-wait! Y/n! You aren’t *actually* going to go with him, are you?” He pathetically asks, quickly running up to you. You could feel Matthew’s irritation radiating towards him. “I-I’m sorry I…I have to.” You say.

“Besides you were a terrible boss. You weren’t fit, and it shows.” He chuckles darkly. He ignores Matthew and keeps his focus on you and you only. “Y/n… don’t go…I..fuck, I love you godamnit!” He stumbles onto his hands and knees. “I..I was blinded by my power, please… don’t leave me too. I know you liked me but I was too stubborn to admit I liked you too…!”

“Haah?!...s-sir?...I…”

“HAH.” Matthew laughs out loud. “Truly pathetic. Do you think groveling at their feet will make them pity you?” He laughs again. “As much as I’d like to watch you put yourself into your misery, I have important things to deal with now.” Matthew grabs your hand and presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “It’s late. You should be heading home too, I can come by your apartment in a few days to see you again, okay?” He then departs from you, assumingly to now *his* office.

Now it was just you and Gideon.

You weren’t sure what to say to him now. Neither of you said anything for a moment. Until you heard sniffling. He was crying. “Y-y/n… listen to me.” He looks up at you, his eyes filled with tears threatening to fall. “I know I wasn’t the best boss but…I do care for you…please…don’t leave me here…I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Sir…er uhh….Gideon..I’m not sure if I can…”

“PLEASE!..” He exclaims. He crawls closer to you, with his head hanging low. He wraps his arms around your legs, practically clinging to you. This…felt embarrassing. For both you AND him. Mostly him. “I’ll do anything…a-anything.”

“Th-that’s not necessary!” You blurt, causing him to look up at you with those glossy eyes. “I..I don’t want to leave you out here alone, it seems cruel. So..I can see what I can—”

“You’re letting me stay at your place?”

“That’s not what I said—”

“Oh thank you! Thank you baby!” He quickly gets up from his knees and dries his tears and slight snot. “You wont regret it! I promise!” You feel arms wrap around you tightly.

You can’t explain it, but it feels like you were going to regret this in the future.

“Y/nnn! Where’s the spaghettio’s?— oh wait I found them never mind.”

A few days.

“Y/NNNN! Can you bring me some Doritos and a soda? I don’t want to get up, I’m in the middle of a game.”

It’s been a few days…..

“Y/n…I think the toilets clogged..”

ITS ONLY BEEN A FEW DAYS! And he’s already gotten on your nerves. Before he came to “temporarily” live at your apartment it was clean, spotless even. Everything was organized, you had more than enough food for yourself, and your game consoles were clean. But since Gideon is here now, it’s all the opposite. He somehow, he de-organized your fridge and food cabinets, ate 70% of YOUR food and not only that…he got your Xbox controller filthy...! Dorito and sticky stains coated the handle and rested in-between the buttons. Disgusting.

Funnily, that is not the worse part about have him as a roommate. After he practically lost everything, including his underwear, he’s been really lazy. He does not even seem interesting in looking for a job. All he does is lay on your couch, with his current boxers and t-shirt PRACTICALLY NAKED while playing GTA. Not to mention he was starting to stink too.

He was the definition of a leach. He did not even bother to help cook OR clean, it was all you. What were you to him? A maid or something?

Anyways, you didn’t have time for his foolishness, especially not today since Matthew is coming over to spend time with you. It probably wasn’t a good idea to have Gideon and Matthew in the same apartment with you considering the whole thing with them, but…you didn’t want to kick him out despite him being the way he is. He has nothing except you. Yet he takes advantage of it, you’ll definitely speak to him about looking for a job because you can’t keep buying food only for him to eat it up in a few hours.

He was currently laid on his back on your couch with the tv remote in one hand while the other hung off cushion. As stated before, he had on nothing but a t-shirt that said ‘No Fear’ along side his underwear. He had bits of trash beside your couch which was empty bags of chips, soda bottles, and other scraps of trash. One of your xbox controllers had been messily placed to the side as well, must have gotten bored playing it and decided to watch whatever was on tv.

You sighed in annoyance as you fixed up your shirt. You were not wearing anything fancy, but you did look pretty good. You doubt Matthew was coming to your place in a full-on expensive suit. If anything, you expect him to come in his usual military khaki jacket, stripped shirt and jeans. But first.. you need to deal with Gideon.

You walk in front of him, to which he groans. “You’re in the way…I’m trying to watch Hell’s Kitchen.” You scoff. “I can see that.” You snatch the remote from him and turn it off. “Hey! What was that for..?!..If it’s the mess I’ll clean it up later.”

“No. You’re gonna clean it up now. I have someone coming over and I don’t want them to see you in your underwear….and I don’t want them to see my apartment dirty.” He leans up from the couch. “A guest? Who?”

You go silent for a few seconds. “Um…It’s someone I know.” He deadpans. “Yes, of course it’s someone you know, who is…wait….is it..?”

You don’t respond but instead break eye contact. Gideon took that as confirmation. It was Matthew.

“MATTHEW? That son of a bitch is coming HERE? WHY?” He angrily gets up. “Because for one, its my HOUSE!...he’s my FRIEND…and…that’s pretty much it. My house, my rules!..so…CLEAN YOURSELF UP.”

If Gideon were still relevant, he would’ve had you fired almost immediately but since he was practically a nobody now, he couldn’t do anything but listen to you. He did not want to get kicked to the streets, especially when you’ve been so kind to let him over-stay his welcome. He reluctantly sighed. “Fine..fine…I’ll clean this up….and shower.”

You sighed happily. “Please, thank you.” You then left to go tidy up your room before Matthew comes. You were sure what you two would be doing, playing games in the living room, or relaxing in your room. Either way you were happy he was coming. But….you did wonder where Gideon would fit in this. You’ll probably have to figure that out when he comes.

After an hour or two, you came out of your room and was greeted with your living room AND kitchen being spotless. You could tell he wiped down the counters, vacuumed the carpet and even thoroughly cleaned your console. As for Gideon, he looked presentable. He had actually listened to you and showered. He was now sitting on your clean couch while watching tv. He smelt good…you could tell he just got out a few minutes ago because his hair was still a little wet along with his body. He wore a shirt that said “No Fear” and shorts. Not his old shirt, oddly he owns a lot of those “No Fear” shirt.

“See something you like?”

You must have been staring..

“Huh?..oh..sorry.” You awkwardly cough into you hand. “Um! I appreciate you cleaning…thanks, Gideon.”

“Gordon.”

“What?”

“My real name…is Gordon. Not Gideon.”

You look at him for a moment in confusion before nodding with a small smile. “Okay. Thank you, Gordon.” Before he could say anything back you hear a knock at the door. That must be Matthew. You happily walk to the door and opened it, seeing Matthew in his usual stripped shirt, khaki military jacket and jeans. He was holding a bouquet of lilacs, a box of brownies and a bracelet with writing on it. “Hey there y/n! Missed me?” He smiles.

“I sure did, come in.” You open the door wider for him to step in, which he did. “Are those…?” “For you? Of course.” He places the flowers on the kitchen counter alongside the brownies. “I think the bracelet is my favorite gift to you though.” He then hands out the bracelet to you, it was coated in mini diamonds and your name was written on it. He looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Do..you like it?”

You take the bracelet from him while looking at it in awe, how thoughtful. “Its..its so pretty. B-but you don’t have to give me expensive gifts you know…I like spending time with you with or without gifts.”

“I know, but now that I own the league I don’t mind spoiling you a little.” He jokes.

Gideon scoffs. “Flowers, brownies and… an ugly bracelet? Seriously?” Matthew jumps at his voice and turns to see him, sitting on the couch. How did he not see him when he first came in? “GIDEON?!” He yells. “WHY IS HE HERE!?...DID HE BREAK IN…OR…gasp ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME??”

“We aren’t even dating..!?”

“Well not yet!...but that doesn’t answer my question WHY is that fool here?!” He points at Gideon in disgust. Gideon rolled his eyes.

“I’m here because I want to be here.”

“I’m helping him get back on his feet...”

You both say at the same time, causing you both to look at each other. Judging by Gideon’s facial expression he did not appreciate you being THAT honest. Matthew laughs. “Ohh! I get it now. After I left you decided to beg them to stay at their place hmm? I never thought you would stoop that low, Gideon.” He smirks.

Gideon angrily gets up. “There was NO begging involved.” He lies. “And for the record…what do you mean “not yet” like hell they’d choose YOU over ME.” Matthew laughs again. “They’d be crazy not to. I know they like me more than you.”

Okay… inviting Matthew to your house while Gideon was still here was confirmed to be bad idea.

“Oh really now? They liked ME first you know.”

“Not anymore. You were a terrible boss AND person; you don’t deserve them.” He gets closer to Gideon. You internally hoped that they wouldn’t fight inside your apartment, you didn’t need more things to pay for. Gideon was already enough. “Uh..okay guys maybe we should calm—”

“And when I make them my partner, my victory will taste even more sweeter!” Matthew proudly says with hand on his chest. This caused both you and Gideon to choke a little.

“PARTNER?” You both spat, you face feeling red hot. “What makes you think they will say yes to you of all people? I’m clearly the best choice here.”

Okay…what?

“The best choice? You’re in a smelly, stained t-shirt that has crumbs on it, your hair looks greasy and you’re…just ugly.” Gideon snarls. “What the hell did you say to me?! I JUST showered!”

“After days of not showering I assume?”

“You fucking—”

“I don’t have time for you, I didn’t come to argue with you anyways, I almost forgot to ask…” Matthew grabs the flowers from the counter and proceeds to get on one knee in front of you while lifting the flowers to you. “Y/n…will you be mine?”

You stare at him for a moment unsure what to say before Gideon comes in-between you two. “No!….instead…date me! I’m better than him!”

“Better than me how? At being a parasite?”

“I can prove it, don’t test me Matthew.”

“Prove it how?” He gets up from his knee, now looking directly at Gideon. “I can fuck them better than you, virgin.”

Haaah?!..who said anything about sex??

“wait..wait what?..” Your face gets hot again. “Is sex all you think about?” Matthew scoffs.

“Is that your way of saying you are a virgin?”

“IM NOT ANSWERING THAT. And…I doubt you would be better in bed than me. You couldn’t even beat me in a fight.”

“I’ll definitely beat you in this one.”

“Oh really?”

They both turn to you eagerly, their faces lightly blushing. “Y/n…please let us fuck you! They both say at the same time. You cover your burning face embarrassingly. “Wh-what is this?!..s-some kind of petty competition??”

“Yes! Whoever you like the most wins.” Gideon states. “Uh..t-that is…if you want.” Matthew could already feel his face getting warmer at the thought of your naked body pressing against his. Silence crept between you three..until you agreed. It’s not every day to have TWO hot boys fight over you. Let’s have some fun with it. “…. okay fine. Show me how much you two love me.”

Before you could get another word in, they eagerly shove each other while running to you. Matthew gets in front of you and begins to passionately kiss your lips, his hands resting on your cheeks. Gideon on the other hand was behind you, caressing your body while kissing your neck and occasionally biting it. Soft moans escaped your lips as you tilt your head to give Gideon more access to your neck. His hand touched and group your stomach, thighs, ass, chest, anything he could get his hands on.

Meanwhile Matthew continued to kiss your lips and grind his growing boner on your thighs. You found it amusing how easy it was to fluster and evidently turn on Matthew, all you two were doing was kissing yet he’s already a mess. You glide your hand over his boner, causing him to shudder. “Mmh..gently..” he murmured.

Oh yeah. Today was going to be fun.

You three eventually took it to your room. You were laid on the bed with nothing but your undergarments on. Matthew was in front of you also on the bed with just his boxers on and Gideon was…already fully naked and hard, who was currently sitting on the right side of the bed next to you. You took notice of Matthew’s facial expression; he was obviously nervous…and painfully hard. He just stared at your undergarments with a flustered look. You did not need to be told he was a virgin, at this point you should already know.

“So…you gonna start mr. I’m better than Gideon, hmm?” He teases.

“Sh..shut up..I….give me a second!” Matthew snaps. “Aww.. you scared Matty?” He looks up at you with a flustered face. “S..scared? why would I be scared?”

“Relax. Here, I’ll help you.” You slid your fingers underneath your undergarment, sliding them off entirely and throwing them somewhere on the ground. You then proceeded to spread your legs. “Come closer, then ju— o-oh!!” Before you could finish Matthew immediately planted his face in-between your thighs, sloppily licking and sucking your core like a starved man. “Aghn…f..fuck..s-slow down…!” You tremble.

“Jeez Matthew, are you trying to lick the skin off of them?” He crawls closer to him. “Start slow, up and down.” As much as Matthew wanted to argue back with ‘I GOT IT.’ He was more focused on your pleasure, making you cum. So he listened, his sloppy licking and sucking was replaced with slow, sensual licks to your core. Every wet touch from his tongue felt like pure heaven. “Nghn….k..keep going…ugh..”

“See? They like that. Don’t you, y/n?”

You whimper as a respond. You could feel your orgasm building up each time Matthew licks your core. A jolt of electricity flies through you as you feel him sucking your core harder than normal, god for a virgin he was real good at this. “Haah..oh shit…i-im close….!”

“Close? Hmm..” A hand flies to the back of Matthew’s head, pushing him further onto your core. His nose was pressed up against you and his tongue was doing numbers on it, it felt too good. A surprised gag left Matthew’s lips. “Ghhk!” Your legs instantly wrapped around his head as your legs trembled and shivered in pleasure. “H-holy fuck!!..I-im..nghmm…!!” You arch your back and release onto his face, panting heavily.

Gideon removes his hand, allowing Matthew to bring his head up. His nose and mouth were covered in your juices, there was so much of it that it was dripping from his lips and chin. “The..the hell Gideon?” He huffs. “What? They seemed to like it a lot…and you obviously did too.”

“What?..what do you…ah..shit.” Not only did you cum, but so did he. There was an obvious wet spot on his boxers. “Ah….Did I..?” Gideon chuckles. “You came just from giving them oral?”

“Shut up…” he huffs out. You were left with your legs quivering, still experiencing the after-shock of your orgasm. “Mmhn…damn..Matthew….you sure you’re a virgin?” You tease.

“Hey Matthew, if you’re done with them I can—”

“No!..I’m not done!” He yells, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him. His stomach now touching your wet, still sensitive core. “Ack!..hold on…I’m still…s-sensitive…” He started to grip your thighs tighter and leaned down, kissing you passionately on the lips. You could taste yourself. He then pulls back with a string of saliva connecting both of your tongues. “Y/n…can..can I fuck you..pl..please?” he desperately asks.

You eagerly nod. “Yes…yes!..fuck me, Matthew.” And with that, you slide your hand into the band of his boxers pulling it down, allowing his dick to spring out and hit his stomach in the process. To your surprise, it was big. His dick was thick, long and he had a small patch of pubes on his stomach. He clearly kept himself well-groomed. “Mmm..sorry if it’s uh…not to your standards I—”

“Shut up and rail me.” He does nothing but nod. You’re eager, he’s eager, he doesn’t want to keep you waiting anymore. He releases one of his hands that was gripping your thigh to align his dick with your hole and—

“Hey now, don’t forget about me.” Gideon spoke up. He was now sitting right above your head, still with dick out but now very clearly erect too. On the contrary to Matthew’s his dick wasn’t as thick but it was longer than his. And his pubes were messy and unkept. You didn’t even notice he moved from your side to right above you. You were too focused on Matthew. “I haven’t had any attention from y/n yet, don’t hog them.” He grabs his own dick, slapping it against your cheek. “Do you mind…?”

You roll your eyes before opening your mouth for him. “Don’t choke me, Gideon.” He chuckles. “Yeah yeah…just let me fuck your throat.” He rasped before aligning his own dick with your mouth. He looks up at Matthew and gives him a nod, letting him know he’s ready. At the same time, Matthew thrusts into your core and Gideon pushes himself into your mouth. Not only did you feel full in your stomach, but also your throat.

“Ghhk!..” A gag leaves your full mouth. Although was not visible to you, but there was slight bulge poking from your throat and stomach. Both Gideon and Matthew groaned in pleasure as sat there for a moment, taking in the intense feeling. Especially Matthew, he looked as if he short-circuited for a moment but slowly collected himself. “Haah..holy shit…you feel..s-so good..!” He shakily says.

“Mhm..and it’s gonna get better..” They both slowly pull out then quickly thrust right back into you. Moans began to fill the room as they both started to thrust relentlessly inside both your mouth and core. Matthew being more loud than Gideon, he was clearly enjoying his first time. His hips moving in a steady rhythm and his hands gripped your thighs again tightly, black nails digging into your skin. “Ah..ah..ahnnmm!! fuuu..fuck!” He loudly yells.

“Oh wow, you’re really doing something to him, huh baby?” Gideon chuckles darkly as he continues his relentless assault on your throat, every few thrusts it becomes even more forceful, pushing deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each movement. “Mmm, that’s it, my obedient little plaything.” He taunts. “You were made for this, weren’t you? To take my cock deep down your throat, to gag and choke on it like the good little submissive you are.” You respond with a choking sound, not like you can actually say anything with his dick in your throat.

One of his free hands trails down your body, teasingly brushing against your trembling skin. His hand lingers on your bulging throat while the other one trails down to your nipples, squeezing and pinching it, adding overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. “Such a pretty sight…so desperate for us, so needy. We can use you however we please, couldn’t we?” He teases.

“Haaah!..ngh!...ohh..m-my gohhn…” Matthew’s moans started to become more incoherent. He was starting to lose himself in his own pleasure, drool started to fall from his swollen lips. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic he chases his own release. With each deep thrust, he hits that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “I-I’m… im close..” He moans.

“Already? We just started…nghn…b-but..I get why. They’re tight, aren’t they?” His sadistic smiles widen as he relishes your submissive response to his and Matthew’s cocks. “Look at you, so helpeless, so eager to please,” He remarks, his voice filled with a cruel satisfaction. “You’re…fuck…you’re mine, you filthy bitch.” His hand leaves your chest, now trailing back to your neck, gripping it tightly as he increases the pace of his thrusts. You felt his balls slap against your nose and heard flesh slapping against your face and thighs. It felt so, so good. But, you did need to breathe.

Gideon understood this and pulled his dick fully out of your mouth, spit covered his entire length and your mouth was messy with your own saliva. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you with my dick just yet,” He says with a sinister smirk. “You’re far too entertaining to dispose of, you’ll continue serving me like this, wont you?” You respond by coughing up some of your own saliva and trailing your eyes to meet his seductive ones. “Y..yes…ah!...please….ahnn!”

“That’s right.” He says with his voice filled with dark amusement. “You’re mine…all mine..!” He then roughly shoved his dick inside your mouth and went back to his relentless thrusts, now attempting to chase his high as Matthew was. “Y-yeah…yeah..fuck…almost t-there..” he rasps, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Meanwhile Matthew began to feel your upcoming release, his thrusts became more rapid and uncontrolled. The room fills with the sounds of your gagging, Gideon’s groans and Matthew’s desperate moans.

He can’t hold back any longer, his body tenses, and with a loud primal growl, he reaches his climax, releasing himself inside you. “HHHNGH!!—” The intense pleasure overwhelms him as he rides the waves of ecstasy and unintentionally flops onto your body, his own body trembling against yours. “Ohh…fuck…yes..ahh..” He breathily says, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“I bet you’re waiting for my cum…a-aren’t you?...nghn…” You whine desperately in response. “Oh you want it badly...?” He rasps. “You want to taste every drop of my cum? To feel It coating your throat?” His pace quickens, his movements becoming more erratic as he reaches the edge of his own pleasure. With a final thrust, he releases himself, his hot seed spilling deep down your throat while your nose was buried in his balls and his pubes tickled your lips and chin. “S-swallow it all..my little slut..!” He commands.

He watches you intently as you obediently gulp down his cum before fully pulling out of your mouth. You took a few big breaths of air before coughing up a bit of his cum yet again. “Good whore.” He sneers, gently slapping your fucked-out face. “H-holy fuck guys…” You say as your torso sat up with Matthew resting on your stomach with drool dripping on you. “Mhm..t..that.. was amazing…” Matthew says with his arms now wrapped around you.

“How many times you gonna hog them? Move!..it’s my turn.” Gideon says before pushing Matthew to the side of the bed. “Hey!” He grumbles. If he hadn’t just fucked the hell out of you, he would’ve fought against Gideon, but he just let himself flop onto your bed. Gideon then moves from behind you to then in-between your legs as Matthew was. “Get on your stomach.” He demands.

“Wha…now?..Didn’t you just cum in my throat? How are you still..horny?” In response to this he laughs at you. “I’m not a virgin, that’s why. Matthew is weak, but me, I can do this all day. Now again...” He slaps your inner thigh. “Get on your stomach.”

You squeak in surprise, but did listen and turn over on your stomach. You hear him chuckle in satisfaction then feel hands slinking on your hips, pulling your ass upwards. He proceeds to slap your ass teasingly. “Haha…I should get you a collar with the writing “Gideon’s bitch” on it.. look at you..”

You groan. “Sh..shut up…” You say as you thrust your hips on his lower stomach, signaling him to hurry up. “Well, well, it seems you’re eager,” He remarks. “Such a needy little thing, even after Matthew emptied all his pathetic cum inside you?” He positions himself behind you, his hand grazing along the curve of your ass. His touch is possessive and firm, a clear display of dominance.

He slowly leans down closely to your ear. “I’m going to make you remember who you belong to.” He whispers huskily into your ear. Without further warning, he thrusts into you, his cock entering your wetness with a forceful motion. He grips your hips tightly as he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against your ass. *PLAP* “Hnng..this is a very complimenting view of you..ah..” *PLAP*

As for Matthew, he had crawled over to where Gideon previous was, except he wasn’t planning on fucking your throat. “Ahh..you look really cute like this..” He breathily says. “So pretty…” He reaches a hand to your cheek, caressing it. “Ahhnn!...g-god…Matthew..f..feels so!..good..!” You moan. “I know it does. You’re taking him so well, such a good assistant.”

“Don’t reward them.” He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a massive handprint on it. “Ever since they’ve worked for me they’ve been such a tease. Making us fight each other…you wanted this, didn’t you?” You only responded with incoherent sounds and moans. He slaps your ass again. “I asked you a question.”

“N-no…” He scoffs. “You’re such a liar. You like watching us…nghn…fight over you, I know you do..ah..” His thrusts become more erratic, his control slipping as he nears his own release. “Ah..g-godamnit….!” The fingers that were digging into your flesh became tighter, starting to break a little skin causing you to slightly bleed. But the overwhelming please you were receiving from Gideon plus the praise from Matthew was seemingly too much for you. “Don’t be so hard on them…they didn’t mean to cause us issues, did you baby?” He teases as he kisses your nose.

“No..they definitely did mean it…” He grunts. “Why else would you…ahnn..invite Matthew over while IM here?...ugh…” He could slowly feel his release coming up inside him, as did you. His thrusts became more aggressive. “You…fuck..you want me to cum inside you?...ahnmm!..h-huh whore?” He taunts.

“M-mhm…!...p-please..” You pathetically beg, which only fueled his arousal. He continues to pound into you, his movements becoming faster and more relentless. The sound of your moans and the wet slapping of your bodies filled the room. “You’re mine to use..nggh…mine to claim..!” His voice filled with possessiveness. “I’ll give you what you want, b-but remember…” He grabs your hair, pulling you backwards to where your back was touching his chest. “You’ll always belong to me.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Gideon reaches his climax, his hot seed spilling deep within you. “Take it all…feel me inside you, claiming you as mine.” He groans in pleasure as his grip on your hair tighten for the last time before releasing you entirely. You let your last breathily moan as you flop on top of Matthew, to which he chuckled. “Oh!...there they go.” He wraps his arms around you comfortingly.

“Did…did they pass out?” Gideon raggedly asks before hearing soft snoring coming from you. They had really fucked you to sleep. “Aw…they look so cute when they sleep.” Matthew kisses you again on the cheek before laying back on the bed himself. “Guess we’ll have to see who was better in the morning.” Gideon then goes to the opposite side of you, placing an arm around you as well. Both eventually went to sleep whilst holding you. To be honest, if you were still awake you wouldn’t have been able to choose either way.

Aside from that, tonight was lovely. You’ll be sure to invite Matthew over while Gideon is staying again. ♡

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stitched-mouth-vs-the-world · 1 year ago

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Edge You To Death

Pairing: Undertaker x AFAB! Reader or Undertaker x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Undertaker loves ruining your orgasms.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Casual sex, Undertaker and Reader have a weird ‘situationship’, Age gap relationship, Mention of pedophila (not in reference to Undertaker! UT is not a pedo!), Reader is unaware Undertaker is a reaper or of what he does for Ciel, Reader has MY personal thoughts on pedophila (I don’t think they are controversial but just in case you don’t wanna here it skip the introduction), Oral sex (fem receiving), Edging, Daddy kink.

Writing Time: 1 hour.

Word Count: 1,317.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 20.

A/N:

I kinda forgot wtf I was doing here.

Most of my Kinktober works were written well in advance, but this wasn’t one of them. I wrote this 2 days before it was due. My requests are pilling up but I should start prioritising these now. I doubt I’ve gotten that Matthew Patel request done yet, I planned to do that when I got the requester’s first message about it, sent the same day I got the request, but not anymore. Sounds a lot like a request got ages ago on my previous account but deleted when I started feeling harassed by the requester. This is more for the Matthew Patel requester than anyone else but yeah… don’t harass people about requests especially if it hasn’t been that long since you sent it. Everyone, harass me over a request and I’ll just delete it. You can send one reminder after a week and that’s it. Anymore and I delete. I usually have requests done in a week or two and those kinds of messages just destroy my motivation.

Anyway! Please enjoy this Undertaker smut.

Here are my other Kinktober 2023 works.

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You had been feeling dam good since you started sleeping with the Undertaker.

You had new relationship jitters, even if it wasn’t really a relationship. He was what you had fantasied about for years. An older gentleman who was kind and treated you like a Queen, but also open about wanting to ravishing you. With his age also came along a lot of life and sexual experience, a lot more than you had. He never mocked you for knowing less than him, he was just happy you wanted to know and happily taught you a lot.

Whilst age gap relationships have always been common and considered normal prior to the Victorian era, it was slowly becoming distasteful. Something many were unhappy with but also many other who were happy. Undertaker, years ago, would have been in favour this but with you now… he was in the middle and uncomfortable with it. Surely you and his relationship was ok because you was definitely an adult.

You were pretty set in stone on the matter. To you, age gap relationships were bad, unless it was you. You were a young woman who would never say no to an older man, even when you was a girl. You knew your exes were absolutely pedos, but you didn’t care as long as it was just you they were after. And no you didn’t consider yourself a victim.

You didn’t think of Undertaker in the same way though. You was an adult when you met him therefore wasn’t bad for perusing you. Well, you perused him but it didn’t matter.

Right know you was doing some dusting in the front of Undertaker’s shop, he was in the back. The first thing you took notice of when you first met your lover… was how nasty his shop is. It’s always covered in dirt and stinked of death. Obviously it would smell of death, it’s a funeral home, but the dirt was unnecessary and you was surprised that Undertaker had tried to do something about the smell. You figured he’s probably gotten used to it now and gone nose blind.

Once you had cleaned to a satisfying amount, you heard the bell go. You looked up and saw the familiar Earl Phantomhive and his butler. The young boy always looked so dam miserable, it depressed you. You didn’t like interacting with either of them and they never seemed to want your help, so you called your bedmate.

Undertaker came into the room, happy to deal with the Phantomhive and his butler. You was aware the two engaged in a different kind of business than coffins or funeral services, but it was none of your business what their business was. So you wasn’t going to ask…

Instead you headed out of the room and upstairs to bed, it was late and you knew Undertaker would join you after he was done with his ‘business’.

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“Sort out the Earl?” You asked.

“Yes, Dear.” Undertaker smiled as he climbed into his bed, next you.

You sat up immediately and glared at him, “How many times have I told you Undie?! No sleeping in your day clothes!”

He laughed as you pushed him out of his own bed. Yeah, Undertaker had a bad habit of sleeping in his day clothes. He didn’t own PJs until you came into his life, nearly a year ago now.

“Ok! Ok!” Undertaker walked over to his drawers to fish out his sleepwear.

Once he did, he placed them on the end of the bed and looked down at you. You gave him a small smile, suddenly remembering this was his home and his bed and who are you say anything about how he sleeps? After all, you’re not even dating.

Undertaker grinned widely at you and slowly started removing his cloak. Ah, he was trying to indicate something.

He slowly stripped completely in front of you before getting back on the bed and crawling onto you. You kissed his lip gently and took hold of his arms, but Undertaker shook your hold off his arms and grabbed your face to pull you even closer to him, deeping your kiss. He quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth, desperate for a makeout session.

You moaned in between the kisses, you were started to feel a growing sensation in between your legs. If not dealt with quickly, it would become uncomfortable. Luckily for you, Undertaker could sense your arousal and was more than willing to help.

He let go of your lips and before you could even whine or complain, he was pulling the duvet and sleep shorts down and licking your lower regions. You made your hands comfortable, pulling on the pillow under your head and proped up your legs and planted your feet into the bed.

Undertaker ate you out like a mad mad. Sucking, licking, spitting and groaning like crazy. Your pussy and it’s sweet smell made him act unusual, way less calm and in control than usual. This was something you was proud of. You had the power (or pussy) to make Undertaker lose all composure.

You started to feel less prideful about your achievement as you started to feel yourself losing to Undertaker’s tongue. Your whimpered had become cries and moans, you begged him for release but you should of known better. It would be a long while before you got that.

Undertaker grinned evily against your cunt then looked up you, just go get a glimpse of your flustered expression. Having wait himself for release was a sacrifice he was willing to make if he got to see you cry and beg him for climax. He absolutely got a weird power trip from it.

“Oh please… oh please Daddy, I need to cum now!”

“Nu uh uh! You don’t get to cum until I say so, Dearie!”

You were still staring up at the ceiling and unable to look down, but you didn’t need to look down to know Undertaker was wearing his usual evil wicked grin. He always had that look when he was planning to edge you to death.

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched mouth #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #black butler #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji undertaker #black butler x reader #black butler smut #black butler undertaker #undertaker x reader #undertaker #undertaker smut

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 1 year ago

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k1ttybones · 11 months ago

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Mystical Powers?

at work I drank a cold brew coffee, diet coke, and sweet tea all at the same time and I had to release the caffeine somehow I’m so sorry

‣ pairing: Astarion x reader but from Gale’s POV

‣ words: 1697

‣ content: all jokes, Gale is purposefully mischaracterized, Gale is a ‘nice guy’ and owns smut fanfiction (implied), unrequited rivalry, Gale is basically Matthew Patel

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‣ summary: Gale has done everything for you. Yes, he has ate your artifacts, but the reason you even offered them was because you were undoubtedly attracted to him. It was obvious from the way you talked to him last out of the entire group before going to sleep every night. He was just special like that. However, others— specifically a seductive white-haired elf— are not so keen to respect your guy’s destiny to be together. Gale sets out to prove luscious locks are never more important than a pure heart (without any ulterior motives at all).

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Gale rummaged through his collections of books, desperately searching for the one holy piece of information that could grant him a solution to this little problem of his. This problem was not one of scholarly importance, he was well aware, and it was not likely he would find his answer in his ancient texts. But these books were all he knew. What was he going to do, communicate like a normal human that had not been cooped up in his depression tower for years? Blasphemy.

He had taken much of his time alone as of late to contemplate on how he should proceed with the situation. He was not avoiding it, obviously not. He was merely worried for your safety. A fragile one like you was not meant to associate yourself with those like Astarion, an elf skilled in the craft of manipulation and deceitful seduction. Astarion had merely blinded you. Gale was your only hope for freedom. He definitely did not think this just because he wanted to feel needed. And definitely not because he was just sick of seeing the both of you make bedroom eyes across each nightly bonfire.

Lost in his thoughts, his attention suddenly snapped back as he noticed a book of interest. He picked it up gingerly as he read the title.

“Taken by the Vampire King… What a lovely piece of literature, if I do say so myself.” He muttered as he began to delicately pry the cover open. He suddenly stopped himself and slammed the book closed as he remembered the point of this search. “No, this will not assist me. Well…. if seduction is what draws Tav to the pale elf, then I suppose…”

“Now what in the hells are you doing making such a mess in here?”

The sudden voice nearly caused Gale to literally explode, his hands grasping at his chest to calm himself. He spasmed for a minute as his brain rebooted. “Uh, uh, I—“ And then, as if a switch was flipped on inside his brain, he irritably whipped around. “To all gods, Astarion, what are you doing giving me such a fright in the middle of the night? Do you know nothing of peace?”

“Pardon me, but I am an elf. I’m not in need of sleep like you poor little things.” He snorted, conceited as usual, prowling over towards Gale and taking a peek at the book before Gale can even throw it across his tent. “And I see you’re busying yourself with… important matters, hm?”

“It’s for educational— No, what do you want from me, Astarion?”

“Just a friend…” he pouted like a neglected child, collapsing onto Gale’s bedroll in defeat. Gale would feel a twinge of guilt if it was not his mortal enemy saying those words. And also if there wasn’t an obvious layer of sarcasm beneath.

“No, no, out with it.”

“Uh, fine. I was wondering if you had some type of strength potion. I feel like utter shit.” Astarion sighed as he threw his head back, blowing a strand of wandering hair out of his face. Gale studied him as he was distracted— it didn’t seem like he was lying. He looked like utter shit, his hands twitching and under eyes so dark as if he had never seen the sun in his 200+ years of life. (Gale would soon realize this observation was, in fact, accurate)

“Yeah, I see that. And I’m a wizard, not an alchemist, actually. A wizard merely studies their practice of magic through multiple sources of teachings while an alchemist…”

Gale continued on as Astarion sat there in silence. It was not a respectable type of silence, but rather one of ‘if this dude doesn’t shut up I think I might actually kill him.’ His hands began to clench into fists, his nails digging into his flesh as Gale’s nonsensical words pounded through his brain. The tadpole was not the only force controlling him tonight. His eyes flickered with hunger, yet Gale did not notice.

“Gale.”

“Alchemists deserve all the respect, of course, yet they are unaccustomed to my field of— Ah, yes?”

“How does your blood taste?”

The wizard stopped in his tracks. “I- I’m sorry?” He waited for a response for a moment. When he did not get one he continued. “Well, if you must know, my blood actually tastes of bile. You see, it serves as a natural precaution against…” He thought for a moment. “Certain entities.”

Astarion had nothing more to say than a simple, “Hm.” The two looked at eachother for a brief second, awkwardly, one weighing his options and the other debating if it was fitting to run away. Fortunately for Gale, within another second the pale elf was gone from his tent, leaving the wizard with a cloud of confusion. And maybe just a bit of fear. He stood there a moment before his eyes slowly trailed to the book now on the other side of the tent. He remembered the bloodless boar on the side of the road. He pictured Astarion’s scarlet gaze, burning with desire for something unfathomable. Suddenly he knew the answer to his problem.

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Gale had been watching the two of you ever since that unsettling night. He had witnessed some unsavory moments, yes, but everyone has to make their sacrifices. And his sacrifices were undoubtedly worth it— every night he stayed awake long enough to watch the elf make his way into the forest to sustain himself on blood from some unknown source. This night in particular was one that would change everything. This night was the night he would reveal Astarion’s true nature to you.

After witnessing Astarion make his way into the forest for his nightly ritual, Gale hurriedly makes his way into your tent.

“Y/N? Y/N! Wake up now, this is dire!”

“Huh—“ You, wide awake, turn around to Gale’s face a few mere inches from yours. “Gale! Why the hells are you in my tent?” You hiss, backing up to escape his pleading puppy eyes.

“No time for questions, we must go into the forest! There, a truth will be uncovered, and you will be free from the vampire’s wicked hold!”

You’re about to ask Gale to speak like a normal person, yet he quickly grabs your hand and drags you outside before you can protest. “Gale, this isn’t really—“

“I assure you it is!”

Without another word he leads you both onto Astarion’s trail. The only problem is that Gale does not seem to know exactly where the pale elf has wandered off to, as he has never before made the courageous decision to follow him into the unknown abyss of the woods. You watch him anxiously look around and mutter to himself. You sigh knowingly, turning away from him and walking on a path you’ve traced many times before.

“Wait, wait! It is incredibly dangerous and you do not know where your judgements may lead you!”

“I promise you I do.” You pointedly say, leading him deeper into the forest so familiar to both you and Astarion. You stop as you reach an area uncovered by the canopy of leaves.

“Why-“ Gale begins before catching sight of the perpetrator. There he is, standing there in the moonlit clearing, shirtless. Gale would probably take more notice to the current scenario if he did not already have a speech planned.

“You- You creature! I knew there was something foul deep within you from the moment we met! I recognized your intent all along— to simply deceit every innocent being you came upon, to lead them under your malicious influence. But here I stand, shattering your mask and revealing your true being: a vampire! Cower under my fireball—“ Gale stops for a minute, trying to remember what to do next, before quickly summoning a fireball in his hands like he originally intended. “And consider our fight… BEGUN!”

The crickets chirp as he finishes his lengthy speech. Astarion is the first to speak.

“…Is that all?”

“Yes. W-was it not obvious?”

With Gale’s answer, you and Astarion immediately break into a fit of laughter. Gale stands there, confused, quickly glancing between the two of you and wondering what the joke was.

“And what are you gonna prove my ‘true being’ with, oh wise wizard?” Astarion smirks, still collecting himself.

“With—! With…” Gale pauses, looks around in a panic, and realizes a key factor of his plan is missing. There is not a bloodless life to be seen. “What in the realms— Why are you here, then, Astarion? What do you sustain yourself with? Answer me!”

Astarion merely purses his lips, rhythmically tapping his fingers to the side of his face. He gives Gale a pitiful pout. “Oh dear… This is a bit awkward, isn’t it?”

And suddenly Gale realizes. He turns to you immediately, the fireball now accidentally pointed at you. “You knew?!”

You raise your hands in protest, eyeing the fireball in his hands. “I-I mean, yeah. Like, everybody knew. Except you, of course.”

“What?”

“They are right,” Astarion adds, “Nobody told you because you are a little… well… extreme.” A pause. “And desperate.”

“I’m— I’m not—!” Gale’s fireball just burns brighter, and you begin to think it’s enough to send the entire forest into flames. However, you’re more worried about the possibility of him literally exploding and obliterating everything in his proximity. You glance towards Astarion, whose eyebrows are furrowed at the same thought. The resentment in Gale’s eyes grows brighter with the flame. Yet, suddenly, the fire disappears. The wizard looks as if he’s about to collapse into despair at any moment. “I don’t understand! You make no sense!”

He turns towards you and points an accusing finger. Astarion just shrugs as you glance towards him. “Even when I am right in front of you, laying down my life, you do not care! I am a respectable wizard, name known to beings far and wide! What does he offer, huh?”

You silently raise your eyebrow. Gale just scowls.

“Ugh. Typical.” And with that he whips around, his sleep robe lashing behind him. As he storms off he adds, “Don’t even add me to your party tomorrow. Or ever.”

You weren’t planning on it.

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So a few days ago I posted something about making a ‘nice guy’ Gale fanfic but not posting it out of shame and I ended up getting like 30+ likes so I thought it was only fair to actually post. Anyway please don’t hold me accountable for this k thanks love u guys I’ll probably have LOTR content soon

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mercedesvince · 2 years ago

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

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#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

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candy-rat · 7 months ago

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( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅: Who I Write For :]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)🎀

Spiderverse: ೃ⁀➷

• Miles Morales (1610 + 42)

• Hobie Brown

• Gwen Stacy

• pavitr prabhakar

• Margo Kess

• Peter Benjamin Parker (Spider-Man Nior)

• Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Percy Jackson And The Olympian’s: ೃ⁀➷

• Percy Jackson

• Grover Underwood

• Luke Castellan

• Clarisse La Rue

Ouran High School Host Club: ೃ⁀➷

• Tamaki Souh

• Haruhi Fujioka

•Kyoya Ootori

• kaoru Hitachiin

• Takashi Morinozuka

• Umehito Nekozawa

• Ritsu Kasanoda

Scott Pilgrm: ೃ⁀➷

• (Young) Neil Nordegraf

• Matthew Patel

Project Sekai: ೃ⁀➷

• Tsukasa Tenma

• Rui Kamishiro

• Mizuki Akiyama

• Ichika Hoshino

• Haruka Kiritani

Demon Slayer: ೃ⁀➷

• Zenitsu Agatsuma

• Tanjiro Kamado

• Inosuke Hashibira

• Giyuu Tomioka

• Genya Shinazugawa

Random: ೃ⁀➷

• Johnny Cade - The Outsiders

• Kou Minamoto - Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

• (more to come)

readers I’ll write for: ೃ⁀➷

• Female

• Gender neutral

• Latino

• any specific Hobbies

Genres I’ll write for: ೃ⁀➷

• Fluff

• angst

• friends to lovers

• enemies to lovers

• different AU’s

• song fics/ song inspired fics

what i absolutely won’t write for: ೃ⁀➷

TW:

• Smut of any kind

• age gaps

• …

A/N: If you’d like to request anything please feel free to do so!

#Fan fiction #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #who I write for #What I write for #author #writer

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egotisticaleverything · 9 months ago

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YOUR NSFW HCS FOR MATTHEW PATEL IS SO DELICIOUS AND YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you do NSFW alphabet of him please

MATTHEW PATEL

NSFW ALPHABET

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NOTE: sorry for dying again lmao im BACK and with MULTIPLE requests for Matty’s NSFW alphabet here I AM!!

WARNING/CONTAINS: face sitting, degrading, praise, mentions of public sex, bondage and mostly DOM! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s so huffy and puffy. Completely worn out- but he’ll try his best to take care of you and clean up, make sure you’re okay and comfortable and definitely cuddle with you. (Slightly awkwardly but that’s just Matty for you)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: definitely a thigh guy, like he loves them. Like you’re lying on the couch and he just comes up and places his head between your thighs. He’s. Obsessed.

His: probably his hands, he’s really awkward but super handsy and touchy. At first not really but after a while he just needs to touch you constantly. All the time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s super awkward so the first time you guys had sex and he came IN YOU he freaked out because he didn’t know if you wanted that or not. You assured you that was fine and that is probably his FAVOURITE place to cum. No debates.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little into degrading… like if you walk in on him jerking off and start teasing him calling him “pathetic” and stuff he’ll literally die.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He was 100% a virgin when you met. Look at him. Hes felt the touch of only one woman ever. That woman being his middle school girlfriend. But he tries his best! He wants to make you feel good and he’s willing to put his all into it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. COWGIRL. He loves when you’re on top, maybe it’s just because he likes you being in charge and that’s the best position for you to do so in… but 100% will actually melt if you ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He thought the clitoris was alien propaganda. Enough said.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t grow that much hair except in his pubic area. He’s very well groomed but has a nice little happy trail leading up his lower torso.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s so lovey dovey, blubbering almost incoherent praise and whines. Just constant- “I love you”s and “so good- just like that” or “pleasepleaseplease” even if he’s not begging for anything

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Super loud. Constantly whining and whimpering while he does it even if he tries to be quiet he’s horrible at it. He can not keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds without letting out a pornographic moan or whine.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Smell. He LOVES your smell. He’s definitely jacked off while sniffing your underwear before just craves anything that has your sent lingering on it. Especially if you’re away.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, he wants you to feel comfortable and safe and what’s more comfortable and safe than your own bedroom? Also because he’s too embarrassed for public/semi public sex or even doing it on the couch most of the time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Call him a good boy. I dare you. Run your fingers through this man’s hair and call him a good boy and tell him how handsome he looks and how amazing he is. He’ll literally fall to his knees and worship you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss. Shit. He’s scared. You’re scared. You’re both scared. Everyone is scared.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving it to you, he probably asked you to sit on his face atleast one time- really shyly obviously. He came up to you all quiet and stuttering while he asked. RECEIVING THO? he’ll praise you like you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ. “Just like that- so good” literally in love with the sight of you in your knees for him, his cock engulfed in your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You usually take charge but when he does he’s kind of in the middle. He’s probably scared to go fast and rough- he’d be scared of hurting you or breaking something. He prefers slower or more paced sex. Very sensual and loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them. He much rather have you all to himself for an extended period of time, he just wants you for ever and ever!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d be so shy that he’d probably stay very vanilla until you pushed him out of his comfort zone. He’s so scared to ask for things he’s just a nervous wreck 99% of the time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You can and will overstimulate him. He can and will cry. Not in a bad way out of pleasure of course! He loves it though, he has good stamina you just live to see him whine and whimper under you sometimes… don’t we all?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed. Definitely teased him with a vibrator before, tying his hands to the bed and resting it on the tip of his cock, watching him whine and beg for too to stop teasing him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like to tease BUT he loves to BE teased. Always resting your hand on his upper thigh dangerously close to his crotch, subtly calling him the nicknames you call him in bed in public, ect ect. He pretends to be annoyed but LOVES IT.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. LOUD. LOUD MAN. Whines, moans, grunts, whimpers, begging, dirty talk. He’s constantly blubbering incoherently he cannot and WILL NOT shut up. In a good way OFC!!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Probably wears a headband to keep his hair out of his face while eating you out or sucking you off- ONE OF THESE:

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not very muscular, slightly scrawny but not completely. I’d say he’s an in between, like half scrawny nerd half toned gym bro.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a relatively normal sex drive, nothing crazy but he will complain if you guys are alone when he’s horny. 100%.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly tbh. Right after clean up he’s OUT. Capoot. Gone.

#smut #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgram vs the world #fanfic #fluff #scott pilgrim #drabble #matthew patel smut #matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #gideon graves #gideon graves smut #gideon graves x reader

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stupid-4-you · 1 year ago

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hi this is a place for me to reblog fan fictions/imagines/drabbles that I love and want to keep around!

I'm Pete, he/they/dew, I'm a minor

some of the content I might be reblogging:

yandere stuff

x reader (this one is for sure cause that's 99% of what I read)

male reader!

autistic and physically disabled reader

age regressor reader

possible fandoms:

real person x reader fiction (mcr and fob specifically)

tmnt (mostly donnie)

Spider man into/across the spiderverse

Scott Pilgrim vs the World

creepypasta/marble hornets

to name a few!

things I will not be reblogging:

smut (doesn't include suggestive things)

large or illegal age gaps/incest/etc.

female reader

(divider by @k1ssyoursister )

tag system below cut

current different reader tags:

#gn reader

#autistic reader

#trans masc reader

#male reader

#physically disabled reader

#age regressor reader

#masc reader

character tags:

#ticci toby

#masky

#donatello

#wallace wells

#stephen stills

#matthew patel

#eyeless jack

#gabriel

#gerard way

#hobie brown

#sollux captor

#mikey way

#fun ghoul

#klaus hargreeves

#viktor hargreeves

#george karim

fandoms tags:

#tmnt

#creepypasta

#marble hornets

#spvtw

#supernatural

#mcr

#across the spiderverse

#homestuck

#danger days

#umbrella academy

#lockwood&co

other tags:

#headcanons

#oneshot

#tw blood

#tw injury

#kismesissitude

#art

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half-dead-writer · 2 months ago

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(Matthew and Gideon are typically both red coded so I switched up Gideon's color to violet to avoid confusion.) I uh, kinda went off the rails with this one?? It was supposed to be a one-shot smut but it has some plot, with feelings, even Also we're just gonna ignore the cryogenic freezers in this one aight guys??

Movie Night (NSFW)

Gideon always pissed Matthew off, but dissing Matthew's favorite movie while he wanted to spend quality time with the both of you was low. Not being able to get Gideon to apologize through conventional methods, you try something different. Would it work? Only one way to find out.

characters: Matthew Patel, Gideon Graves (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: ~7,1k

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: sex, dom reader (kind of) no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

Tonight's movie fun was supposed to be fun. If only your boyfriends could get along and not get on each other nerves at least for one day...

To be honest, you didn't really know how you ended up dating those two. Matthew and Gideon were far from each other's type, or at least that's what someone would say after spending a few minutes in their presence. They liked to annoy each other (one more than the other), but deep down, you knew they did care for one another. You just had to be patient enough to break up their stupid bickering and keep the peace by reminding them what's important.

"That plot is so unrealistic," Gideon commented with his mouth full of popcorn, "I mean, really-"

Matthew's hush quickly cut him off. "Just shut up and watch."

"But it's boring." Gideon scoffed, stretching himself even further into the couch and lazily putting his arm around you. Matthew, sitting on the opposite side of you, gave him a side-glance, responding in a half-whisper. "Not any more boring than your 14 seasons anime!"

Gideon's offended, sharp stare bore into Matthew's skull, "You'd know it's not boring if you took the time to watch it, it's actually really nuanced," making Matthew's blood boil even more.

"Maybe if you watched the damn movie, you'd see it's not boring too." He muttered through his teeth, forcing a sigh out of you. You knew where this was going too well.

Gideon was ready to hit him with yet another clever comeback, but you quickly nipped it in the bud, sternly calling them both out. "Boys." They turned their attention to you, tuning out the already neglected movie. "Is this really necessary?"

"It's him who started!" Matthew pointed an accusatory finger at Gideon, who just did a "hmph" sound in return. "Gideon," he looked at you, eyes narrowed in an expression comparable to a teen that's been scolded by their parent, "and Matthew. Please."

"What?" They asked in unison, both adamant about not being in the wrong, making you exhale once again.

"You're both acting like children."

"It's Gideon who acts like a whiny child!" Matthew pouted, unhappy at you "taking Gideon's side". "I wanted to watch my favorite movie with my both, lovely partners, and he's not appreciating my efforts! Can you blame me for being annoyed?"

"You should have picked a better movie to be your favorite." Gideon nonchalantly commented, causing Matthew's nose to scrunch up in irritation.

"Gideon." You whipped your head to look at him, pulling out of his embrace to properly sit up. He just shrugged, feigning innocence.

"Alright. I see there's too much tension in the room." Your boyfriends watched as you got up from the couch, putting the movie on pause. They looked at you, having no idea what would be your next move. Were they gonna be scolded like misbehaving children? Not like it would accomplish anything, and you knew you had to think up of a better solution. You were all adults, after all. Very annoying ones at that, but still adults. "Let's take a break."

Matthew was not really keen on stopping the movie, but he knew that was probably the best course of action. Maybe you'd talk some sense into Gideon? He was really looking forward to just nicely spending time together, and even if he didn't say it, Gideon's quips lightly broke his heart. You knew that, which is why you needed to find a way how to get Gideon to cool down on his asshole persona. Well, it wasn't a persona, more-so his way of being, mostly caused by his job as a CEO, which made him more stone-cold than he needed to be while also navigating a relationship with two people.

"Are we gonna talk about our feelings now, or what?" Gideon put the emphasis on feelings, cringing at the mere word. He crossed his arms, well aware of how typically it should go when there's a problem, but getting him to be vulnerable was harder than eating a cactus. The man was so behind on being casually open with his true emotions it almost hurt. Matthew, on the other hand, knew his emotions well, but Gideon's actions were slowly making him more sour than he needed to be.

"Well, do you want to, Gideon?" You asked, still somewhat hopeful it'd be a yes, but much more prepared for a less enthusiastic answer. As expected, Gideon shifted his sight away from you, staring into the corner with an unreadable expression. "...I just don't see the point." He muttered out, not liking the sudden spotlight being thrown at him.

"...Typical." Matthew commented, now crossing his arms as well. They both began a staring contest, getting you to quickly speak up again.

"Alright, no talking about feelings unless everyone wants to, okay?" That sentence caused Gideon to briefly look at you, regaining some of his attention. Matthew just intently observed, trying to decode your next course of action. "So... how about fixing the situations through actions?"

Gideon, along with Matthew, raised their brow.

"So- What? Do we shake hands? Hug it out?" Gideon asked, now briefly amused, regaining some of his bite with the quip. His intention wasn't really want to annoy you, but in the current state, that's as far as you'd get with him cooperating.

"Shake hands? No. Hug... Maybe?" A small smile invaded your lips, you knew one certain way how to release the tension lingering in the air. Before they could ask you more details about your supposed plan, you directed your stare to the wooden doors.

"To the bedroom!" You announced dramatically, hoping to ease the atmosphere with a lighthearted remark. That did the trick, igniting a spark interest from both boys. They followed after you to the specified room, looking at you for further instructions. The comfort of your bed filled you with even more reassurance to your unconventional plan. You cleared your throat, "Since you both obviously can't express your love thru words, let's try something different."

Both boys now caught up with your way of thinking looked at each other with less venom, interested in how your evening is gonna proceed.

"Matthew," you started, making him look at you with curiosity, "sit beside me." He silently obliged, leaving the other man still standing near the bed, hopefully not too bitter about not being picked first. "Gideon, be a dear and rid Matthew of his pants."

The request made Matthew look at you with surprise, later replaced by a knowing smirk. Gideon rolled his eyes, yet approached closer. He kneeled before him, swiftly unbuckling Matthew's belt. Matthew, eager to listen to your orders, lifted his hips to help Gideon take off his pants.

"Underwear too." You heard Gideon's sigh, clearly an attempt to look as bothered by the command as he could to hide his true feelings. Matthew, still very intrigued about the process, looked at Gideon with a cheeky grin, hoping he figured out the ins and outs of your idea.

"Don't get too smug about it, Patel." Gideon huffed, staring back unamused.

"I'm not saying anything, Goose." Matthew's response made Gideon narrow his eyes at the nickname he didn't wanna hear.

"Matthew, please." You gently reminded him to be respectful, making the man quickly get in check, "Sorry, Y/N." Your sight directed Matthew to look at Gideon, "I mean- sorry, Gideon."

Gideon raised his brow with a poker face, not bothering to show his acknowledgement of the apology in any other way.

"Gideon, could you present your amazing skills to Matthew as a reciprocation to your mutual apologies?" You crossed your legs, politely waiting for your boyfriend to take the hint. Gideon mulled over your words for a second, seemingly finally deciding to stop being a nuisance. It was an occasion to finally show Matthew who's in charge here, even if the roles seemed to show the opposite. Gideon craved power and control, being able to turn any situation to his benefit was one of his most practical quirks. In no time, he'd have Matthew writhing under his touch, that'd surely remind him who's the boss.

"Of course, darling." He spoke in a composed manner now, briefly adjusting his glasses before diving down Matthew's crotch. It didn't take long for a sharp gasp to embarrassingly fall out of his boyfriend's lips, caused by Gideon's tongue trailing down Matthew's slowly growing length. You'd feel a bit excluded from the boys play-time if not for the satisfaction you got by bossing them around - it was fun!

Matthew opened up his legs a bit more, letting Gideon rest his hand on his thigh while he was busy working his magic. Matthew's palm would be holding a fistful of your bed-covers if not for your hand which was lying nearby, being a better candidate for an output of his intense feelings. You felt his fingers wrap around yours, which you thought was absolutely adorable turn of events. Meanwhile, Gideon made sure Matthew kept the shameless noises coming, acting as a reward and reason for him to continue.

Matthew's breathing picked up as Gideon tauntingly sucked the tip, his stare focused on the bangs that fell on his face. You were kind enough to pull them away behind his ear, exposing his pretty features. The dark eyeliner was now highlighted with the crinkling of Matthew's eyes. It was hard for him not to just outright close them, but he wanted to observe the man sitting between his legs - it was a rare sight for Gideon to be on the giving end.

From the way Matthew's legs were trembling, it was obvious he was near his end. Gideon wrapped his lips around him and began to swiftly bob his head. His perspective of being in the center of attention changed, now basking in the status of being the main attraction. Or maybe it was Matthew? Either way, he was willing to put on a show for you, with Matthew as his co-star. You felt Matthew's fingers clench around yours as he began mumbling incoherently, signaling his soon-to-be peak.

"Gih- Gi-Gideon--"

Light reflected in Gideon's glasses as he pulled away with a cocky smirk, leaving Matthew's dick to twitch in disappointment.

"YOU DICK!" He shouted out of breath, not even trying to keep his composure. You looked at Gideon, who was smiling from ear to ear. You were about to say something, before Gideon started speaking before you.

"Do the polite thing and say please." He smugly requested, looking at Matthew's red face. He knew he was gonna say anything at this point.

"Fucking- Please! Please, pretty please, just let me-" Matthew sputtered, tired of Gideon's shitty mind-games. Gideon snickered before resuming his work, nearing Matthew's member again, sliding it into his mouth. He didn't expect Matthew to push his head deeper, to the point Gideon choked on the full length, while his throat got flooded with his release. You were quite surprised at the turn of events, but you couldn't deny you found it quite entertaining.

After Matthew loosened his grip, Gideon pushed himself off, coughing up the leftover cum and saliva that unflatteringly spilled on his chin. He wiped it with his sleeve, staring daggers at his boyfriend, who now had the same smug grin Gideon wore before.

"I'll fucking kill you," he growled, seething with anger and feeling absolutely humiliated.

Matthew chuckled while regaining his breath, pointing down at Gideon's pants. "Don't act like you didn't like it."

You noticed the uncomfortably stretched fabric covering Gideon's fully visible erection. Gideon glanced below, his anger even more visible with how red his face was. You guessed it wasn't only the anger. You spared him Matthew's further teasing by speaking up.

"Matthew, I think you should make it up to Gideon, it wasn't nice." You half-heartedly reprimanded him, gaining a cheeky grin in return.

"Of course, I'm sorry for acting so impulsively." Matthew leaned closer to Gideon. "You just drive me crazy sometimes, Gideon." Matthew purred, making Gideon's furrowed brows turn into a look of trying to discern how much of Matthew's words were a flirt or another way of getting under his skin. You gave the power to Matthew for the moment, sitting back to observe the boys.

Matthew patted the bed, "So please, come lay down here."

Matthew's smirk didn't betray any clues indicating what his next action would be, leaving Gideon to warily crawl to the spot he showed him. Thankfully, the king-sized bed was big enough for all 3 people to comfortably do anything they desired. Gideon glanced at you briefly, being met with the same lack of ideas. By no means was Gideon scared of the future, but it was obvious he wasn't used to not being in charge, which left him a bit on edge. Your caress on Gideon's hair ultimately added some reassurance during the situation, clouding his ego just a little.

The comfort of your touch melted away as Matthew began his plan, peppering Gideon's neck and collarbone in light kisses. Gideon was fully expecting for Matthew to pull some trick on him, act like an asshole just as he did on him. But that never came, instead, the shower of affection left him slightly dumbfounded and unprepared.

Matthew's soft pecks on his skin mixed with the lack of knowledge from Gideon's side left him unfit to contain the light sounds slipping out. Matthew continued, moving his hands around the shorter man's body, finally reaching their destination below the abdomen. He brushed the spot, making Gideon abruptly raise his hips, yearning for more. Surprisingly, Matthew provided, now properly palming him through his pants. Gideon closed his eyes, unable to hold eye-contact while Matthew had such a smug expression on his face. He lifted up his shirt, lowering his head to Gideon's chest, moving his kisses further down.

You shuffled to lay on your side, supporting yourself comfortably with your palm on your cheek. Gideon tried to calm down his ragged breath as he felt your gaze examining his face. You smiled, enjoying the sight of your boyfriend losing composure.

"Is something wrong, hon?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. Why would it be?" He responded, too absorbed in the sensations to show his annoyance.

"Just checking." You gently pet his hair again, getting him to lean into your touch just a bit. "It's nice to see you getting along with Matthew, you know?"

Gideon was ready to respond with a presumably some slightly defensive remark, before a hitched breath forced him to stop. You looked at the source of his reaction, seeing that Matthew already took off Gideon's bottom half of the clothes, planting his kisses in the most receptive spots of Gideon's body. He was comfortably laying down on his stomach, between Gideon's legs, lazily stroking his length with the added teasing of his lips.

His feather-light smooches slowly drove Gideon insane, why was he being so gentle with him? Was this his way of getting back at him? To tease him to death?

After a prolonged session of merely playing with him, Matthew finally granted him a bold lick, lapping affectionately at Gideon's sensitive nerves. An unauthorized whine got out of Gideon's lips, causing the corners of your lips raise upwards in a soft smile. You loved hearing Gideon turn vocal. Matthew made sure to cover each part of Gideon in his drool, yet still stuck only to outside licking - he would not risk putting his dick in his mouth just to get choked, he was smarter than Gideon's dirty tricks.

After some time, Gideon's guilty-pleasure sounds became even sharper, string of moans and labored breaths filled the otherwise quiet room. The grip in both of his hands abused the soft bed-cover, making it twist with each weak pull of his wrist. You knew he was close, and perhaps, you might have even guessed what Matthew was about to do pretty soon.

He teased the underside of his tip, which was now oozing with precum. Gideon leaked a lot at this point, but it was all quickly wiped off with a single brush of Matthew's tongue once in a while. You couldn't deny there was a light, uncomfortable feeling of your own underwear being damp due to the boys' show, but you held off from doing anything yet. You couldn't interfere with them making amends, right?

As expected, Matthew retracted his mouth away from Gideon being inches away from his orgasm. Gideon opened up his eyes, his piercing stare spoke more than thousand words.

"...Asshole." He huffed out, almost as if he predicted his action. Matthew only laughed in response, getting closer to Gideon, now straddling his lap. You tilted your head in interest, Gideon just squinted in confusion.

"You're not that sneaky, Gideon." Matthew hovered above him, holding Gideon's chest for support as he gently brushed against his still sensitive member. "You're begging for someone to fuck you with just a glimpse of your expression. Is that why you've been so moody? You wanna get laid so bad?"

Gideon had nothing to say in return, just listening to what he would describe as Matthew's rambling nonsense. "Did Y/N really have to push you to realize it? Because, Gideon, you seem much more desperate than the both of us combined." He slid right across his dick again, forcing a quiet whimper to fall out of Gideon.

"Yet, you still put up with the facade of the grand CEO, the one who has it all under control," Matthew continued moving, "one who wouldn't ask TWO available partners for sex, because he's gotta be the big man! People should come to you, not the other way around, right?" He took a minute to align himself just right, finally pushing his hips down, causing yet another moan to escape.

"Nff- S-stop pretending you're bored of the damn movie if you're just gonna pout like a stupid, horny teenager about it!" Matthew huffed out, slowly moving up as he adjusted to the feeling of being stretched.

You were honestly surprised at the events unraveling, finding Matthew pointing out Gideon's bullshit as... quite hot. Especially that Gideon did nothing to object his accusations.

Gideon grabbed Matthew's thighs, fighting the urge to just spill all of his thoughts at once, "T-The movie still did suck!" He bit back, trying to regain some of his previous grit. "But yes, Matthew, Y/N, if you both wanna hear it so bad, I-I'm fucking tired of you being so casual about your mutual affections! It's infuriating!" Matthew stopped his movements as he bottomed out on Gideon again, leaving him pant in frustration.

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head, now sitting up to carefully listen Gideon's weirdly chosen time to get vulnerable.

"How do you expect me to approach anything sincerely while NOT getting defensive, if all I get in return is a surprised reaction at Gideon showing an ounce of what he wants to do?" He went on, his cheeks getting redder from embarrassment and irritation. "Of course I'm gonna be fucking annoying, you're annoying!"

Both you and Matthew were truly shocked at the discovery. You waited a bit, making sure he didn't have anything else to say, but after a minute of silence, you concluded you weren't gonna force anything more.

Matthew could think of an array of quips or insults, pointing out how stupid his way of thinking was, but he was smarter, more mature with his feelings than Gideon ever was. You both knew your boyfriend's behavior could be better, but he never gave you a chance to change it, until now. How could you fix something if he didn't let you get to him?

Matthew sighed, leaning closer to Gideon's upset expression. "You are. So childish." Both you and Gideon had now surprise painted on your face, Gideon more so than you. He was appalled at Matthew response, but his significant other continued. "Of course it's gonna be surprising if you start acting like a normal boyfriend out of the blue. You're always so condescending! But have you ever considered, it's okay to be vulnerable once in a while?"

You didn't wanna preach, but you decided to join the discussion, "Yeah, Gideon- We're- We're not gonna laugh at you?? We would love nothing more than to finally hear your problems!"

"Ygh... That's why I don't like to talk about mushy-feelings stuff. You're always so- dramatic. It's not that deep." He tried to cover up his moment of weakness with a casual facade of "I don't care that much".

"Maybe it's not, even if it's not! We still care about you?"

"I- ugh, I know that you do." He muttered out, avoiding your intense stares.

"...So what's the problem?" You treaded carefully, treating Gideon like a wild animal who could be spooked if there was a sign of any wrong move.

"The problem is- I know I'm the asshole. And I know, I gotta change it." He sighed, trying to calm down his nerves, not even entirely sure why he bothered to disclose them in the first place, right now. Curse his temper getting out of control.

Matthew tilted his head, not entirely getting his point, but still choosing to remain patient with Gideon.

"I just-" The vulnerability in his words caused him to hesitate, feeling way too stupid about the topic to approach it with eloquence. "Hate not being in control." There. It was out.

He fully expected Matthew to just piss him off even further, with some smart-ass quip as they used to do on the daily, he would probably say something along the lines of, "too bad! get over it!"

To his astonishment, Matthew didn't say any of that. He just looked at Gideon with indiscernible expression, which later faded into a gentle, maybe even a bit amused smile.

"Really? That's it?"

Gideon tried to figure out what exactly Matthew meant by that.

"Gideon. Nobody likes being in the dark about what's gonna happen." He continued, convinced he saw through Gideon's simple words. He spend enough time with him to figure out it wasn't just his narcissism problem. I mean, Gideon wasn't totally an ass. If he was, there simply would be no relationship. But there were those treasured moments where he would actually show he still had a heart.

Your soft voice shook Gideon out of his thoughts, "Yeah. It's fine, even if it's scary, you know?"

He wanted to convince you he wasn't scared, opening up his mouth, yet closing it promptly after. You all knew that was a lie.

"But it's alright. We're all there for each other, right?" Gideon just rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know it sounds corny," you tried to lighten up the mood, smiling at your boyfriend's reaction.

"I'm all for corny," Matthew chimed in, loosening up as well. "And, Gideon. No, we're not gonna be making a big deal if you show us a little affection. Hell, even once a week normal get-together would be an improvement." He only lightly teased, testing the waters with how Gideon would respond.

Gideon felt- actually, he didn't know what he was feeling. Relief? Cringe? Something for sure, but his kitty-timer on discussing heart-to-heart matters had just ran out. He would deal with this later.

He sighed. "Okay, it's cute and all, but- can we continue this conversation later? When I'm maybe, not balls deep in Matthew? I know I kinda started it before, but, really. It went for longer than I expected it to go." He impatiently tapped his finger on Matthew's thigh, making the other man chuckle in the absurdity of the situation.

Even though you had the clear visual of your boyfriends mid-sex right before you, the importance of listening to Gideon finally voice out his worries occupied your mind more than the previous activity.

"Right," you grinned, seeing as Matthew was slowly resuming his movements. Gideon exhaled contently, finally getting to feel the sweet friction again. He still felt a bit embarrassed my spilling his guts like that, and he had a feeling he would feel dreadful starting the topic again, later. But for now, he had better things to focus on.

As you watched Matthew gently hump Gideon, after such a prolonged break, you decided it was finally a time for you to do something. You were patient enough before, giving the boys a chance to reconcile, but now, having much more info about Gideon's thought process, you thought it wouldn't hurt to reassure him of the sincerity of your words.

Gideon moved his head towards your way, feeling the mattress sink under him as your body inched towards him.

"Mind if I join?" You asked with a hint of playfulness in your voice, obviously knowing neither of them would mind.

"Not at all." Gideon smirked, feeling a bit better once the focus was redirected onto purely sexual matters - a more familiar territory for him.

"...You wanna trade places, Y/N?" He huffed out, slowly lowering and raising himself off Gideon once more.

"Maybe later," you politely declined, having other plans for now. Both boys watched you with interests, mostly Gideon, seeing you approach him first. "For now, I'm good just helping from the side."

Your cheekiness shined as you assaulted Gideon's neck with affection-filled kisses, you wanted to reward him for finally speaking up. Not like you wouldn't do that before, but now, it was especially a great occasion to do so.

Gideon couldn't help but squirm, being showered with overwhelming sensations by two people was more than enough for him to start making noises again. Matthew noticed that, quickening his moves with a content and smug smile, letting out labored pants once in a while as well. Your pecks went up all the way to his cheek, after which you pulled away to briefly looking at Gideon with the sweet expression he loved seeing on you. Stare filled with love and adoration. Gideon used to be salty about you showing that to Matthew more often than him, or at least that's what he tried to convince himself. In reality, you reserved them for both of your boyfriends, never choosing sides.

He smiled with half-lidded eyes, reciprocating back some of the love you still chose to show, even if Gideon wasn't perfect. It's true, his sincere moments of tenderness were rare, but you felt over the moon whenever you got to experience them for real.

Your lips pressed into his, pulling him into a passionate makeout session not too long after. The feeling of your tongues dancing together only increased upon closing your eyes. You could not let Matthew get neglected, though. Being good at multitasking, you reached out a hand, wrapping it around Matthew's length, working your wrist in a steady pace to the roll of his hips. Actually, you didn't even have to do much, given Matthew already moved his body in satisfying, rhythmic thrusts.

You didn't know how much time has passed ever since you resumed your actions from the previous conversation, but it was enough for both Matthew and Gideon's movements to turn uneven and erratic, being an obvious sign of their fun ending pretty soon.

Not wanting to muffle Gideon's approaching moan of satisfaction, you broke the kiss, turning your attention to Matthew now - you liked to take turns spoiling your boyfriends. Your thumb lightly massaged the sensitive spot on Matthew's tip, lightly smearing the quickly gathering effects of your touch on him. You leaned closer to his ear, happy to provide Matthew with some praise. You knew he loved it.

"You're doing so well, hun. Such a good boy, for me, for Gideon... Show how much you love us, hm?" You whispered into his ear, causing shivers to run down Matthew's spine, it was all too much for him. Spilling right into your hand, a high-pitched whimper hit both you and Gideon, who had troubles keeping quiet as well.

Matthew kept pushing his hips up and down, faintly haunted by overstimulation, yet still helping Gideon ride his orgasm until he totally bottomed out, letting Gideon lightly scratch his thighs while he filled him up.

You retreated your hand as soon as you noticed Matthew was ready to fall down right onto Gideon, too exhausted to do anything else. Not bothering to get up and get a napkin, your laziness pushed you towards less conventional methods of cleaning the mess - simply licking it off. Matthew was always flustered whenever you did that. They both had difficulty calming down their labored breathing, simply basking in the afterglow for a moment. You were kinda jealous.

Giving them a minute to regain their strength, you patiently waited for a good time to vocalize your need of being pampered as well. Not like it wasn't obvious at this point, though.

Matthew was the first to get off of Gideon, feeling a tad bit too sticky to keep laying down, not wanting to make more of a mess on the already dirty covers, he put one foot on the ground. He intended to take another step, but Gideon voice stopped him before he could do so.

"Wait." He spoke in a tone that seemed almost as if the words coming had to be manually forced out of him. "... I'll get you the towel."

Gideon stepped off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. He wasn't in a rush.

Both you and Matthew looked at each other with the expression that could only be described as "...aw. he cares."

Soon enough, Gideon called Matthew's name, making the other man's head turn his way, only to get the towel thrown at his face. Well, Gideon still being Gideon. You chuckled, seeing the way he smirked, it wasn't a rude gesture, just a playful banter (for real this time). He could have thrown the towel way harder if he intended to piss Mattie off. Matthew didn't seem to mind either, briefly rolling his eyes before making himself decent.

Both of the boys now sat down next to you, each on the opposite side. They exchanged knowing glances, getting a mischievous spark in their eyes as you came to realize their little plan.

"You didn't think we were gonna let you miss all the fun, did you?" Matthew started, showing you a mischievous and cheeky smile. You reciprocated, grinning like a fool.

"Of course not." You were waiting a lot for this moment.

Gideon was first to get you down on the bed with a light and push of his hand. You'd be offended by being treated like a piece of meat, but the eyes narrowed in a not fully smug expression let you know Gideon was just feeling particularly playful at the moment. You guessed the orgasm cleared out his mind enough for it to show up without it being a big deal, which you didn't mind one bit.

He climbed on top of you, his hands wandered all across your body, slowly lifting the shirt to expose your tummy. In the meantime, Matthew got off the bed, grabbing the fabric of your pants to remove them. Not bothering to leave anything out, he pulled them off along with your underwear, choosing not to comment on it's soaked state.

The difference between the two boys' actions was an overwhelming mix - Matthew's moves were slow and gentle, careful not to cause you any discomfort, while Gideon was getting straight to the point, covering your whole neck in hickeys and gliding his palm all over your torso.

You parted your legs, giving Matthew more access. He responded by softly brushing his fingers against your delicate nerves. You had to let the few quiet noises out of you, making both boys quite pleased. Gideon lowered himself down, reaching your collarbone to leave a trail of red spots leading up to it from your throat. Matthew continued, keeping a satisfying cycle of steady movements.

Gideon pulled away to look at your marked skin, pleased with the outcome. He turned his head to look at Matthew, giving him a silent signal to switch places with the nod of his head. He complied, picking himself up from the floor to shimmy over next to you. Gideon grabbed your legs so that they weren't hanging off the bed, positioning you to lay vertically on it. You had a grin throughout the whole ordeal, amused by how coordinated they could be under the right circumstances, working like a two cogs in a machine.

Gideon occupied himself by going in-between your legs, sparing no time to indulge you with his golden tongue. Matthew laid himself next to you, smirking at the reactions you showed.

"Enjoying yourself, love?" he commented playfully, gaining a tired smile in return.

"Very much so," you replied a bit out of breath, seeing him squint his eyes in amusement.

He leaned closer, softly putting his hand on your cheek to envelop you in a deep kiss. His other hand lightly massaged your uncovered chest. His touches were always so warm, it was a nice feeling, in comparison to Gideon's, which were commonly pretty cold. Maybe that's why he yearned for so much physical contact.

Your tongue almost slipped out of Matthew's mouth as Gideon began to intensely suck and twirl his tongue along your sweet spot, making you squirm. You were not an asshole, doing your best not to accidentally push him with the trembling legs caused by the overwhelming sensations he gave you. Knowing Gideon, though, he'd probably be into it.

Being the sneaky bitch he is, he followed his current way of pleasing you by suddenly inserting at first one, then two fingers into you, this time successfully getting you to pull away from Matthew for a gasp. The other man took a moment to glance at Gideon, who wore a smug smirk on his face. He was in his element, after all.

Short period of getting used to the act let you slowly melt into ecstasy, feeling your orgasm just around the corner. Your senses were slowly getting clouded, exhaling all sorts of labored breaths and whines. Matthew looked at you with affection, endeared at the display of your emotions. Gideon, too focused on his task, didn't register Matthew silently creeping up to him, waiting for just the right moment to strike.

Seeing your muscles tense up, Matthew, wanting to add fun for the both of you, pressed Gideon into your crotch, earning a shocked groan from the other man, now covered in your essence. You were too busy to even notice the commotion, only seeing the aftermath of Matthew's actions after you calmed down your uneven breaths.

Gideon got up to tackle now startled Matthew, pushing him on the bed next to you, holding him by the arms. A guilty smile appeared on Matthew's face, observing as Gideon's expression quickly changed from a threatening dismay with his poor choice to a devious smirk.

Matthew yelped, unprepared to feel Gideon's teeth sink into the crook of his neck, not too hard, but enough to leave a mark.

"What was that for??" Matthew huffed, a bit taken aback by the gesture, yet not too audacious, seeing as he didn't attempt to throw him off of him. He knew the answer to his question, making Gideon raise his brow in confusion.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," he answered, too proud of himself for getting the upper hand.

"Don't act like you didn't like it," he added, referencing Matthew's previous words. Matthew rolled his eyes, being taken out of his faux irritation by hearing the sound of your chuckles.

"You're both worth each other," you joked, gathering yourself up to wrap your arms around them both, pulling them into a tight hug.

"We're all worth each other," Matthew responded, caught in a silly mood as well.

The three of you kept the embrace for a few more moments before retreating, the sweat covering your bodies was getting a bit too uncomfy. Gideon's glasses had visible stains on them, so he chose to safely put them on the bedside table. His eyes traced the intricate shapes carved onto the ceiling of the room, seemingly for no apparent reason.

Matthew was laying between you and Gideon, absentmindedly playing with your hair with one hand. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, he knew you loved it, and he loved making you feel nice. He wouldn't mind giving this treatment to Gideon as well, but he never seemed to care for it.

While the both of you were occupied, Gideon took this time to think about your previous conversation, the one happening at the most inconvenient time due to him letting his nerves get ahold of him.

It wasn't fair. Gideon was supposed to be in control. He had to be in control. He wouldn't let the unknown overwhelm him. You and Matthew were people, ones that he let be close to him. Too close for his own comfort. He knew it was solely his problem, which is why he was so defeated by admitting it. Gideon didn't really like having his own problems pointed out. But if he wanted to keep you, he had to get his shit together.

Before, he loved Ramona. He really did, just like now, choosing to accept his love for you and Matthew. But with her, it was way easier. She showed him affection, Gideon was riding his high horse, not showing it back - he didn't have to, he had his wealth and status to do it for him, right? Well, in a 2 people relationship it didn't really go well. He could not be worse than Matthew, he could not be worse than you. Or else, the remaining people would realize what a shitty person he is, just like Ramona did. He couldn't get her back, and it stung not only his pride. Which is why he felt constantly threatened by your seemingly easy way of getting along with Matthew.

He hated admitting he was the problem, he hated that he knew the solution. Showing his true feelings would force him to confront that thought, which was a very unpleasant process. It's not like he never showed you affection, though.

It would usually happen when Gideon was too exhausted to be grumpy after work, simply needing to spend his next moments in the comfort of your arms. It would happen right before you were planning to go to sleep, sometimes a bit earlier, sometimes a bit later, depending how much work Gideon had for the day. He wouldn't speak, he would simply fall onto the same bed you were sitting on right now, clinging to any person who was available at the moment.

But what he loved most was when he had both of you at the same time, free to just wrap his arms around you or Matthew and feeling the reciprocation from both sides. He didn't have to clearly express his need to be hugged, or even why he wanted to do that. He was just sleepy, his acting excused by the obvious circumstances.

Then, he would wake up, usually way before any of you. His work forced him to develop a habit of waking up right around the time his alarm would go off. He could look at you with the affection he didn't dare to comfortably show whenever you were awake. He didn't want you to to get too used to it. It's not like he didn't want it to show it, it was just reserved for certain moments only. And if he showed it one time, then didn't feel like it the next day, he would surely come off as even bigger asshole. So, to avoid that, he was just an asshole all the time - he didn't have to explain himself then, you were used to it, right?

Even though he clearly saw the holes in his logic, he tried to navigate living this way, somehow. This, in turn, created the current problem. He felt neglected. And it was all caused by none other than himself, even if he tried to shift the blame on his partners to feel better -mostly Matthew, as he was the one to usually respond to his moodiness with a fight back.

Gideon grew tired of living this way. Seeing Matthew giving his affection to you so effortlessly still fired up some scraps of jealousy in him, but today, he felt motivated enough to finally take small steps towards his goal of having a better approach for this kind of stuff.

He silently scooted over closer to Matthew, gently throwing his arm across the man's waist, resting his chin on his chest. Matthew stopped mindlessly combing thru your hair, positively surprised at Gideon's initiative. He welcomed his warmth, reaching out his other hand to grant him the same gesture. Gideon appreciated it, exhaling contently while closing his eyes. Maybe it wasn't that bad if the reward so satisfying.

Seeing this development caused you to smile, mimicking Gideon's idea of wrapping your arm around Matthew. Well, there goes the no-sweaty-hugs notion.

"Good thing I have two hands," Matthew joked, his expression growing fonder with each second of the peace passing by.

"Even..." You silently took a moment to count, "six, or eight, if you really try," you pointed out Matthew's superpowers. He chuckled in response.

"Two is just fine." Gideon commented, lazily looking at both of you.

"So... do we take a bath?" Matthew asked, slowly stopping his movements.

"Your hands are getting tired, aren't they?" You smirked in amusement.

"Not saying they aren't... But we still do need a bath." He squinted his eyes in a calm smile.

Gideon sighed, not keen on pulling away, yet still took into consideration Matthew's point. You were all sticky, and probably smelled by now. He sluggishly got up, waiting for the duo to follow him to the bathroom.

. . .

Returning to the couch, now squeaky clean, the three of you sat themselves comfortably once more, all snuggled up under a soft blanket. Gideon didn't comment anything else about the movie, silently watching as the credits began to roll on the screen. Maybe he even enjoyed it, just a little bit?

Matthew was the one to break the silence, "...Well, Gideon," turning his boyfriend's attention onto him, "if watching my favorite movie was such a torture for you, perhaps I could give at least one season of your anime a try. To even things out."

It was hard for Gideon to contain the sparkles appearing in his eyes, he really didn't expect Matthew to care about it, at all. He calmed down the smile threatening to invade his face, clearing his throat a little to speak, "That would... make things fair, I suppose." He tried to cover his excitement with a layer of nonchalance, but it was pretty clear nonetheless.

Both you and Matthew didn't even attempt to hide your joy at seeing a glimpse of Gideon's silly side shining through.

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happy74827 · 2 years ago

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Fandom Masterlist

This is my official masterlist of everything I have currently written. It’ll constantly grow, so be on the lookout for updates.

Masterlist Guideline:

Angst [⛈] // Hurt/Comfort [🌦] // Fluff [🌷] // Lime [🫦] // Hurt/No Comfort [🌧️] // Platonic/Familial - [🌸] // Smut [💋]

Dexter

Masterlist

Five Nights at Freddy’s (Movie)

Masterlist

Karate Kid Universe

Johnny Lawrence

He's Got The Fire (🌦🌷)

Robby Keene

Real Life Fairytale (🌷)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes

Waking Nightmare (🌦️🌸)

Romanticize the Life (🫦🌷)

Steve Rogers

Let Me In (🌦️)

Cool Rider (🌷)

Making Up For Lost Time (⛈️🫦)

Thor Odinson

Mistakes Were Made (⛈🌦)

Elastic Heart (🌦)

All I Wanted Was You (⛈🌦)

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

Gideon Graves

Work Jitters (🌷)

The Little Things (⛈️🌦️)

Loosing Control (🫦)

Powerless (🫦)

Burning Rage (🫦)

The True Revenge (🫦)

Lucas Lee

Tough Guy (🌷)

Matthew Patel

Study Buddy (🫦🌷)

Surprises and Candles (🫦)

Neil “Young Neil” Nordegraf

Art of the Mixtape (🌷)

Todd Ingram

Promises and Ballads (🌦️🌷)

Happy Accidents (🌦️🌷)

Succession

Kendall Roy

Only You (🫦⛈️)

Siobhan Roy

Just words (🌷)

Suits

Harvey Specter

Christmas War (🌷)

Moral Support (🌷⛈️🌸)

Late Night Serenity (🌦️)

Regrets and Resolutions (⛈🌷)

Valentine (🌷)

Butterflies (🌷)

Mike Ross

Oblivious to Love (🌷)

The Calm After The Storm (🌷🫦)

A Brother’s Promise (🌸🌦️🌷)

Prisoner of Love (⛈️🌷)

Supernatural

Castiel

Cold Little Heart (⛈️🫦)

Heaven’s Creation (🌷🌦️)

Crowley

The Demon With A Heart (🫦🌷⛈️)

Dean Winchester

Playing Hero (🌦🌷🌸)

Irrepressible Desire (🫦🌦)

Forced to Listen (🌷🌸)

Sam Winchester

Bring It In (🌦️)

Winchester! Reader

Haunted Memory (⛈🌸)

Echoes of Fear (⛈️🌦️🌸)

The Boys Universe

Homelander

A Smile From Hell (⛈️)

Hughie Campbell

Finding Solace (🌦️🌸)

Luke Riordan

Pink Palace (🌷)

Sam Riordan

No Ordinary Life [part 2]

Stay With Me (🌷🌦️)

The Fall Guy

Colt Seavers

I Want To Be Your Lover (🌷🫦)

And… Action? (🌷)

I Can’t Get Enough (🌷)

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Only Stitches Can Be Undone (⛈️🌦️)

Rick Grimes

Lost On You (⛈️🌦️)

Out of Reach (🌷)

His Ghostly Touch (🌧️⛈️)

The Lesson of Reality (🌸⛈️)

X-Men Universe

Logan Howlett

Feels Like Home (🌷)

Say Yes to Heaven (🌷)

Ice Breaker (💋🫦🌷)

Something Wholesome (🌸🌦️🌷)

Peter Maximoff

Bittersweet Moments (🌷)

Wade Wilson

Joyride (🌷)

One Call Away (🌷)

Love Me Like a Sailor (🌦️⛈️🌷)

You

Joe Goldberg

Shadow Knight (🌦️)

Lily of the Valley (🌷)

Rhys Montrose

The Devil’s Tango (🌦️)

The Night You Left (⛈️🌧️)

Always The Fool (🌧️)

The Game

Other Characters

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil Universe)

Conflicted, Yet Certain (🫦)

Billy (Burn)

After Hours (🌦️)

Carlisle Cullen (Twilight Series)

Fate’s Design (⛈️🌷)

Felix Bell (In the Dark)

Put on a Happy Face (🌦️🌷)

Marty Byrde (Ozark)

10:37p.m. (⛈🌸)

Marty Mcfly (BTTF Trilogy)

Remember Me (⛈)

Painful Memories (🌦️)

Parallel Hearts (🌷)

Stupid With Love (🌷)

Dance With Me (🌷)

Nacho Varga (Better Call Saul)

The Weight of Silence (⛈🌦)

Nick Blaine (The Handmaid’s Tale)

Take Me Over (🫦🌷)

Scott Pilgrim (SPTO)

Mayhem Market (🌷)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Mind’s Eye (🌷🫦)

Travis “Trapper” Beasley (GxK: TNE)

The Way You Kiss Me (🌷🫦)

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patheticwomenlover · 7 months ago

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Personally-Assist Me

Gideon Graves x Gen!Neutral Reader x Matthew Patel cw: SUGGESTIVE Minors pls DNI! ♡

Summary: Gideon acts like he doesn't like you but when Matthew comes along and charms you he gets jealous. So you three have a threesome to see whose better ♡

author note: I made the first chapter of this fic in January then finished the second half last month. Thought I'd post it here too from ao3 since my Young Neil fic in here seemed to get a lot of attention!

Part 2

Meeting Gideon and Matthew was…an experience to say the least. You’ve been working as a personal assistant for the CEO of G-Man Media, Gideon. Within those moments he developed a little liking towards you…then a crush….then he really started to be enamored with you.

You’d think since he has an attraction to you, he’d be nicer… right? Nah., He doesn’t even admit he finds you attractive, in fact he acts like he doesn’t. He won’t even attempt to ask you out…yet. Instead, he enjoys annoying the absolute hell out of you. He’ll do things like demand you bring him a very specific order of coffee and once you give it to him, he’ll say it’s wrong, throws it on the ground and demands you get him another of the same order.

“Here you go, sir.” You hand him his detailed coffee. He takes a sip and then looks at you for a moment with a stoic expression. You start to get slightly nervous. “ah... sir? are you—"

He purposely drops the drink on the floor.

“…….”

“It’s wrong, dear.” He points dramatically points towards the exit. “Go get me another!” He then throws a few bucks at your face. Rude.

He’d also occasionally flirt with you but then follow up with things like ‘just kidding I cant date you, you’re too poor for me lol’ or ‘I can’t be seen with someone like you.’ Essentially just giving you false hope, he knew he was attractive and used it to his advantage with you. And it didn’t help that he knew of your little crush on him too….fuck. yet…if someone else were to flirt with you, they would either be fired on the spot or banned..odd.

“Hey y/n. Come here for a second, will you dear?” He calls you from his desk, his face looked serious.

You walk to him feeling a little nervous, thinking you were about to get fired or something. Instead, he stood up and placed his finger under your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. “What do you think of me?” He said as his lips were close to yours, so close that you could fee his breathe on your lips.

“W-wha-?..sir what are you.. huh?” You stutter bashfully. He chuckles and flashes you that signature smile. “I’m asking what you think of me. Do you like me? I know you like to stare at me.” He takes his other hand and gently slides it around your waist, while keeping his eye contact with you. It felt so…passionate and genuine.

“Ah..sir…I—"

For a few seconds that is. Before you could even fully respond, he bursts out laughing, parting from you. He was laughing at you. “I’m just messing with you, don’t get the wrong idea.” He folds his arms. “You’re strictly an assistant after all! Now, be good and go get me some lunch, kay? I’ve got better things to do.” He says as he sits back onto his seat.

“………………….……”

You stood there dumbfounded and flustered for a few seconds until he snapped his fingers in your face. “Chop chop!”

“Ah.. right! Yes, sir.” You stammered before quickly leaving. You felt very embarrassed that day. Very embarrassed.

Another time he told you to wear this skimpy bunny suit and work all day in it. He did not care if the other employees saw, not even his own league. His own evil ex league saw you in a skimpy bunny suit with cute little bunny ears…what was this a gentleman’s club?

You were organizing inside his office as per told by him, until he yelled for you. You heard him whistle. “Y/nnnn! Come here!” Oh god. You quickly stop cleaning and made your way towards the room where you thought only he would be….but no. You weren’t told that the league would be here today.

You walk inside and immediately get flustered. They were ALL staring at you.

“Don’t be shy. Come to me~” Gideon beckons you to come to him with his index finger, and of course you do as he says. The league focused their eyes onto your legs, then trailed to your chest, then the bunny ears on your head. It was already violating enough to wear this at work, now you have to do it in front of these guys?

“yes, do you need something sir?” You say bashfully, trying to ignore their stares. “oh, no. I just wanted to see you.” He eyes you up and down with a smirk on his face. “Care to do a little spin for your boss?” he asks teasingly. “….really?” You ask uncertainty.

Lucas whistles. “whew…yeah, listen to em!”

Todd blinks. “…is this what you use your personal assistant for?”

The twins don’t say anything, they just continue to stare in disbelief.

Roxie with no shame, stares directly at your ass. “I want a personal assistant if they are as hot as them.”

Matthew however, seemed to have a reaction you couldn’t read. He just stared at you, not in admiration but not in disgust either. Strange boy indeed.

“Is this necessary? Can we move on?” He huffs. Gideon rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah right…y/n get out of here, but bring us some snacks in 10 minutes, okay?” You nod and began to walk away, but not before taking notice of Matthews eyes following you. Not your outfit as the others were, but your face.

After this Matthew had begun to stick out to you. He didn’t seem to find pleasure in embarrassing you, he didn’t insult your financial state and he never played with your feelings. And he wasn’t terrible looking at all, not at all. In fact, you thought he was super-hot. These thoughts were solidified one day when he ran into you in the employee kitchen area.

You were on break eating a homemade sandwich from home sitting at the table, and it just so happened to be a day where Gideon wanted you to wear that same bunny suit…again. Matthew walked inside assumingly wanted to grab something to bite before leaving the building. He walked straight to the fridge and grabbed Gideon’s left-over spaghetti container, but stopped as soon as he saw you looking over at him.

“Oh!...hello, y/n.” He runs his hand through his raven hair. “You aren’t gonna tell Gideon I’m taking this…right?” Oh…so he’s been stealing his left overs. I was wondering who was doing that…Gideon has been assuming it was the other employees and has been firing them left and right.

You giggle. “No Matthew. I didn’t see a thing.” He laughs. “Good.” He places the left-overs on the counter and leans against it. “So…uh…does he normally make you wear those types of outfits or….” He confusingly asks.

You sigh awkwardly. “ah well…only when he wants me to. I’ve gotten used to it, it wasn’t so bad after the couple of times I wore this specific outfit.” He nervously laughs. “It must be very uncomfortable wearing that all day, huh…?”

You nod. “Honestly, yes. I don’t understand those who do this for a living can wear this for hours!” You stood up from the chair and gestured your hands to your bunny suit, it was irritatingly tight about your waist and chest area, and it also didn’t help that the back of it would occasionally give you a wedgie. Matthew unnoticeably stared at your figure but quickly regained his composure, quickly turning his gaze away from you. “Yes, yes I agree…please sit back down..!”

A chuckle escaped your lips at his bashful nature, but you did sit back down. “You know.. you don’t have to keep stealing his left-overs. If you like my spaghetti so much, you can ask me to make you some.”

Matthew perked his head at this. “What? Really?.. even though you’re Gideon’s assistant?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean anything…besides It’s just food, its not like I’m telling you the company secrets or anything ha-ha. Besides.. he keeps firing random employees because he thinks they are eating his left-overs.”

“Oh…” Matthew nervously smiled. “Definitely don’t tell Gideon, okay?” He playfully nudges your shoulder. “and….you don’t mind if I take that with me, right?” He refers to the container of spaghetti on the counter. You stare at it for a few moments before nodding. “Eh, go ahead.”

He happily swipes it from the counter and puts it inside his khaki military jacket. “Thanks, y/n. you’re the best!” He says as he begins to walk to the exit. “Awh…leaving already?” You say teasingly. He stops on his tracks and then turned to look at you with confusion. “You….want me to stay?”

“I like talking to you, Matthew.” His face contorts to a mix of suspicion and surprise, like he doesn’t believe you. “…really? You aren’t just saying that?”

“Why would I? I genuinely like talking to you. Better than listening to Gideon brag about his looks and success.” He just looks at you for a few moments, not saying a word. “Matthew…?” You got up from your seat and waved your hand in his face.

He grabs your hand rather quickly, not tightly. “Uh! Right! Sorry.” He lets go of your hand. “I…like talking to you too. However, I can’t stay even if I wanted to. I have something to take care of...!” He says rather a bit dramatically. “But uhm…when I come back…I don’t mind spending some time with you. If you want to, that is.” You happily nod. “Okay, sure. I’ll look forward to seeing your face again.”

Matthew’s face flushed heavily. “Ha-ha..you’re…funny…! I’ll see YOU—!” He says before finally leaving the room. You wondered what the thing was he had to deal with... eh it’s probably nothing. After that interaction with Matthew, you could tell he started to like you more as you did him. His company felt oddly comforting and you could talk to him as another person and not as some low-class assistant.

After work one day, he asked you if you wanted to hang out at a park with him. It was a sunny afternoon which was perfect for outside activities, so of course you said yes. He came by your apartment in his casual khaki military jacket, black and red buttoned up shirt and blue denim pants. He looked good no matter what he wore.

“Hey y/n! You ready to go the park? It’s right around the corner.” He held out his elbow for you to grab, such a gentleman.

“Mhm! Can’t wait.” You walk out of your apartment and hold onto his arm. “You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you? Holding your arm out for me and everything.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “That’s not all…um..I got you this too.” With his left hand that was behind his back, he pulls out a single lilac flower. “I probably should’ve asked what kind of flowers you liked or if you even liked flowers, but I do hope you like it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He was adorable. “Awh…Matthew…how sweet.” You take the flower and slip it into your hair. “How do I look?” He looks at you with adoration. “Perfect.” You two then proceeded to hang around at the park, the entire day was simply amazing. He told you a little bit about his interests, something about being really into theatre and…. punching the life out of someone named Scott? You honestly weren’t paying much attention to what he was saying. His handsomeness clouded your thoughts. Probably nothing to worry about in the future.

The next time you saw him was in the employee kitchen again, assuming to steal some of Gideon’s left-overs again. This time he had meatballs and white rice as left-overs, it was one of Gideon’s favorite meals from you. Good thing you made sure to take extra measures and prepare some for Matthew too.

You scooped the rest of the white rice out of the steaming pot into the plastic. container alongside the meatballs. It was so fresh that you could still see the steam coming from the meatballs and the rice and the delicious aroma spread around the kitchen and the hallway like a wildfire. As if on time, Matthew happened to be passing by that exact hallway and came into the employee kitchen where he spotted you.

“Oh! Hey, y/n.” He walks beside you and eyes the container filled with rice and meatballs. “You made yourself some dinner huh? Smells nice.” He gives you a warm smile.

You chuckle. “Thank you, but this one isn’t for me.” Matthew sighs. “Oh yeah, its Gideon’s right?” He grumbles distastefully.

You shake your head. “Actually…. I made these for you.” His head perks up at this. “For…me? Seriously?” You nod. “Mhm. I said I’d make you some didn’t I?” You grabbed a nearby fork and stabbed a meatball with it and lifted it towards his mouth. “Want to try one? It’s delicious.”

His face flushes lightly at this, but he opens his mouth, and you gently fed him the meatball. As he chewed you could almost see the stars in his eyes, you were right it was delicious. “Mhm..! That IS good!” He licked his lips for the little bits of meatball gravy that rested on his bottom lip, you noticed he missed a tiny spot on the corner of his mouth. “Oh…Matthew, you missed a spot.” He looks at you with confusion. “Hm?”

You raised your thumb to the corner of his mouth and wiped off the bit of gravy from it, then proceeded to lick it off from your finger. Matthew stood there with his face burning hot, staring directly at you in astonishment. “There, now you’re good.” You then playfully patted his shoulder.

He didn’t respond... silence filled the room for a few moments. You started to worry you had unintentionally made him uncomfortable. “Matthew…? Are you—”

You get cut off when you feel a pair of lips land onto yours and two hands gripping both sides of your face. He was kissing you. He lightly pushed his tongue past your lips and both of your tongues began to sloppily dance together. You could tell he wasn’t an experienced kisser; his awkward hand placement and his tongue movements gave it away. You moved your hands to his shoulders and continued to kiss him back passionately for a moment.

You both part from each other, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your tongues. Matthew looks away from your gaze embarrassingly. “Ah…s-sorry. Was that too much? I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries—”

“You’re a pretty bad kisser.” He looks taken aback. “Wh- huh?”

“I’m only teasing you ha-ha. You didn’t overstep any boundaries; I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.”

“……me too.”

If Matthew wasn’t wrapped around your finger before this, he was now.

You looked at the clock hung on the wall; your break was almost over. If you were late Gideon would most definitely get on your ass so you needed to leave soon. “I’ve gotta go soon, Gideon is always expecting me after my break on time.” Matthew deflates a bit. “Oh…right, yeah. I’ll let you go.” He removes his hands from your face. “Don’t miss me too much, okay? I’ll be here all the time.” You teased. “And don’t forget your food….and stop stealing Gideons. I don’t like dealing with him when he’s hungry.” You tease.

“..Right…right! Thank you, y/n.”

“Anytime, ha-ha.” He gives you a warm smile before watching you leave the employee kitchen. After that day, you felt like you’ve gotten closer to him. However, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Gideon attractive anymore, you still did like him but… you may like Matthew a lot more. Besides, to your knowledge Gideon doesn’t like you romantically…right?....right?

Actually….no! Gideon just so happened to be aware of your ‘friendship’ with Matthew through his cameras…and let’s just say he doesn’t approve of you two. In his mind, you were HIS assistant! Only his! Why do you gotta kiss up to that idiot Matthew…?! All he knew was that he wasn’t gonna lose you to him of all people. And he WILL be getting his revenge for those stolen left-overs.

This meant he needed to up his game. So instead of the usual annoy and play with your feelings stuff he did, he tried to do a more romantic approach. He’ll do anything, he’ll buy a bunch of roses, chocolates, candles and…lingerie for you. If that’s want you want then its yours, anything to stop you from further liking Matthew.

#scott pilgram takes off #gideon graves #gordon goose #gideon graves x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #eventual smut #use of y/n #suggestive

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Hypothetically | Chapter 21-24

Summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast. friends to lovers, case of the week style story.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

A/N; thee case in c21 is personal to me, like fictional revenge.

word count so far: 70K (chapter 1-25)

chapter 21

Having Spencer all to herself for 3 weeks straight was an experience she’ll never forget. They had the whole month of January off together, painting and re-decorating their home till it was exactly how they wanted it. It felt like home, it was theirs for real now.

Painting the bedroom green was the best idea she’s ever had. When the sun finally woke them up every morning, it wasn’t as blinding. It was paradise. The golden beams of light cast a beautiful glow around the room, it was like she was in a magic forest at the start of every day.

Spencer was laying on his back, his hair scattered on the pillow. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his mouth wide open. Y/N was leaning on her elbow, looking down at the beautiful man she had the pleasure of spending the rest of her life with.

She brushed the hair off his face, watching his nose scrunch up as he felt her fingertips on his cheek. The sun on his face made him glow, he looked like a gift from god laying before her.

“Good morning baby,” she whispered softly. Dragging her finger along his jaw and down his neck, “we get to go to work today.”

Spencer stretched as he woke up, slipping an arm under her and pulling her into his chest. She held on tight, kissing his neck as she settled in. “Morning,” he replied. Raspy as ever.

“Wanna go get breakfast?” She asked softly.

He laughed against her skin, “gotta feed the baby.”

“And the wiiiife,” she teased.

“Not for another 11 weeks and 2 days,” he corrected her. “But yes, we should go get breakfast,” he whispered after a moment.

“Come on get up,” she replied with a big smile. He patted her ass as she peeled out of his grasp. Sitting up and stretching, taking a look down at the basketball protruding from her stomach. “Damn.”

“What?” Spencer asked.

She stood up beside the bed and pulled her shirt up, showing Spencer how big her stomach was. Turning sideways so he really got a good look at it. Spencer leaned over and kissed her right on her belly button that was beginning to pop.

“I know your ears are on in there, I love you, Matthew,” Spencer whispered against her skin.

She couldn’t stop smiling, taking a moment to rub her hands over the bump in amazement. “Hi Mr. Matty MaGoo, mommy also loves you.”

“Mr. Matty MaGoo?” Spencer laughed, looking at her with the biggest smile.

“Yes,” She laughed. “It just came to me, and it's going to stick.”

“Derek’s been calling him Mini G,” Spencer added.

“We should tell him it's Matthew, then he can be little Matty G,” Y/N swooned. “Seriously let’s go I miss everyone.”

“Okay, okay go get ready then,” he insisted, getting out of bed and dragging her to the bathroom.

—

Spencer drove, giving her a chance to look over her work emails before the day started. She was still CC’d on a bunch of VICAP things, being able to snoop on what was coming in and inspecting it.

Sometimes Mindy would CC her in just for an opinion.

Subject: Found Something. From; Mindy Patel To; SSA Y/N Y/L/N, Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner, SSA-CL Jennifer Jareau

There’s been a child abduction in Arizona, I’ve pieced together some thing’s I’ve been working on in the background that might help the case if you are called in to assist. Even if you are not I believe you should take a look at this.

Mindy Patel, VICAP.

Attachment

Year: 1998 Victim 1: Emily Lawrence - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 1998. Williams, AZ Found: June 10th, 2001. Camp Verde, AZ ME: decay has he placed at 48 hours postmortem when she was found - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2001 Victim 2: Olivia Tomms - 13. Kept till 16 Taken: August 3rd, 2001. Payson, AZ Found: June 23rd, 2004. Florence, AZ ME: decay has her at about 2 weeks postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2004 Victim 3: Shelby Summers - 13. Kept till 16. Taken: August 3rd, 2004. Peach Springs, AZ Found: July 16th, 2007. Keams, AZ ME: decay has her at over a month postmortem. - strangled, sexually assaulted long term, extensive throat damage. Never been pregnant. - COD: asphyxiation Info: good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped without care.

Year: 2007 Victim 4: Beth Green - 11. Kept till 13 Taken: August 3rd, 2007. Saint John, AZ Found: January 13th, 2010. @ flagstaff hospital. ME: COD complications from a miscarriage. Massive blood loss. - well taken care of. Throat damage. Signs of being detained long term. Info:good student, innocent shy girl. Followed the rules. Taken when walking home from school. Held for 3 years, assaulted and chained. Dumped with remorse like he didn’t want her to die, and he felt sorry because he loved her.

Newest abduction: Name: Sally Irvine - 12 Taken: February 3rd, 3pm. Middle School pick-up (missing 13 hours now) Witness Report: Italian/greek man. Early 30’s. Claimed to be her parents assistant. Sally was used to going home with random people from her parents' work. Handsome man, very charming and convincing. He wore a suit and drove a Silver Honda Civic. Rust at the back, partial plate HC8.

“Fuck,” Y/N cried silently as she scrolled through all the information, even in a compact form.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, looking over at her with concern.

“Um,” she didn’t really know why she was reacting like this at first. Then it hit her. “Mindy sent me a case and it’s hitting a little too close to home.”

“Would you like to explain it yet? It’s okay if you want to process it alone,” Spencer comforted her easily like it was his second nature.

She let out a deep breath. “There’s a serial killer in Arizona that is kidnapping girls between 11 and 13, only keeping them 3 years. Every ME report says they have extensive internal throat damage, and 3 of the 4 found were never pregnant. This unsub is forcing them into oral for 3 years straight.”

“Fuck,” Spencer agreed. “I think we should take this one, if you can’t I would fully understand.”

“I think the unsub is my rapist.”

Spencer pulled over onto the side of the road. Putting the car in park and flashing the 4-ways. He turned to her softly and looked at her with a blank face.

“Walk me through it.”

“What?”

“If I’m going to go in there with you and tell Hotch that this is the same guy who hurt you, then you’re going to need to explain it to him and the team,” Spencer explained softly. “You’ve never even told me the full story, I don’t know anything about that summer other than the fact something happened. The first time you repeat this in front of me is going to be hard, and I don’t want you to have to do that in front of all of them.”

She couldn’t help herself from letting out a small sob, “okay.”

She took a few minutes to collect her thoughts, and calm down enough to get full words out of her mouth.

“When I was 12,” she started. “My mom went back to work, and she didn’t trust me to watch my brothers because they were rowdy and never listened to me. Like you said, they were more like my older brothers.

“My dad’s best friend, Jimmy, his wife had MS so she was home all the time. They had 3 older children and a few foster boys, she was used to lots of kids being there. And she had a pool to keep us occupied,” she bit her lip before she explained anymore.

“My mom’s birthday is June 8th. That’s when victim 1 was murdered,” was the first fact she explained that related to the case. She handed Spencer her phone so he could read and follow along.

“My dad is a Mason with the Masonic Lodge in Los Vegas, and he was becoming the master of his division on my mom's birthday that year, so we rented a hall and had a big party. Jimmy’s foster son was there, you remember Christopher Torsey? He was a freshman and I was in grade 6, about to enter grade 7, that was when the grooming started. He took me into the back room and asked if anyone had ever kissed me, I said no. He leaned in and kissed me in the dark and I was a giggly mess.

“My parents and his were really friends and he would come over all the time, our dads would drink in the backyard with our mothers till 1 in the morning most weekends. So I spent long periods of time with this boy for a few years, trusting him like a friend before he started anything. That summer he would always find a way to wander off with me, at first it was just kissing in different places where we could be alone together. Then he would touch my boobs, and he had me take my shirt off a few times.”

Spencer looked calm, but the redness in his face and the pulse in his neck told a different story. Her breathing got heavier as she had to recall it all, and she didn’t want him to be so upset.

“We worked at a local church camp together that July, we’d do crafts and sing songs and after all the kids left and we had to clean up, he’d find a way to take me to the room where they held the nativity scene out of season. He’d start kissing and touching me like normal, and then Kendra walked in once and saw and suddenly he went from obsessed with me, to disgusted, saying I came on to him and that it was all me. He was disgusted by me when we were in public, but he loved me apparently behind closed doors.”

“On August 3rd,” a tear slipped down her cheek. “The day the girls go missing. That was the first time he took me back to the shed and said ‘when two people are in love, they do things, and I love you. So you have to,’ He took his, you know, and I’d never seen one before. It was scary and I didn’t want to, I wanted to leave, but he pushed me against the wall and down to my knees.” She had to stop to take a breath, Spencer was crying silently as he watched her explain it all.

“He kept me trapped there while he did it,” she explained. “The worst part is that his parents were hosting a wedding that night, so no one could hear me basically screaming no over the music. He knew that. And so, when I complained about the sore throat the next day, my parents thought it was from all the singing.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, he looked at her with so much love and sadness, she knew he loved her. She reached across the centre console and wiped the tears off his face, pecking his lips softly before sitting back to continue.

“The dates match up, he was Italian, they’re all 11-13 with throat damage,” she ran it down. “It’s him.”

Spencer licked his lips, wiping the tears off his face before taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go tell Hotch.”

Aaron stood up from his desk after Y/N explained the situation, walking up close to her with a sad smile on his face, “this was a very hard thing to come forward with. How would you like to participate in the investigation?” He was soft with her for the first time, it was surreal.

“Um, I’d like to come with you to Arizona,” she said softly. “when Garcia finds him, I’d like to be the one to interview him.”

“Do you think that is a wise idea?” He asked softly.

“When I was 16, years after everything happened. I went to Jimmy’s house for an event, and Christopher was there, and I went to his room. I was so desperate for the bullying to stop. For the lies, he had told about me to go away, that I went in there and apologized to him,” her voice almost disappeared as she got to the end of the sentence. Crying in disbelief. “2 years later he started abducting. I apologized to my rapist and he started kidnapping girls. I need to look him in the eyes and find out why he did it.”

“Okay, let’s tell the team.”

Y/N and Garcia spent an hour building the case files and compiling all the data they had on Christopher Torsey. Joining the team in the briefing room, where Spencer had already relayed the events to the team. Y/N didn’t need to describe it all 3 times in 2 hours.

She passed all the folders out, trying to avoid the looks the team gave her. They were sorry, they respected her, they wanted revenge for her. She knew it all came from a place of love, however, she hated being perceived by others.

It was a trauma thing. For so long people had the wrong idea about her, she was bullied and put down, and hated for no reason. She hates any form of attention, the glances and staring, the whispers of rumours being told as fact. It was stressful.

“Before we start,” she started softly. “Thank you in advance for your concerns, but I’ve been in therapy for 10 years. I’m very happy, this is gonna fuckin’ suck, but at the end of the day I’m coming home to a man who loves me, a baby on the way, and the best friends I can ask for. He’s going to prison. I win.”

Derek smiled at her, “that’s my girl. What did you find?”

“Christopher Torsey was born in November of 1979. His father was extremely abusive, he was in the ER a lot by the time he was 11. His mother killed herself in front of him when he was 12, he also watched his father rape his mother according to his child therapist,” Garcia started. Not knowing how to say the next part without Y/N crying.

“He uh, he said that his dad would tell his mom to be quiet. That-uh, I’m sorry, shouldn’t you say this?”

Y/N stepped in without a second thought. “He said that his father would hold the fact that he loved her over her head to force her into having sex with him. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“He’s our guy for sure. Do we have an address?” Prentiss asked.

“Yeah, he lives in a double-wide trailer in Cottonwood. Near the back with his own access to the main road,” Y/N explained. “I knew he moved to Arizona when Jimmy finally kicked him out. I haven’t heard from him in years.”

“Y/N is coming with us, wheels up in 20.”

—

Cottonwood PD waited for them to arrive before apprehending him. They were concerned that he would run, with his access to the woods and a four-wheeler in his possession, it was a matter of boxing him in quietly with a backup plan in place and men on the ground.

“Can I suggest something?” Y/N cut into the Police Chief and Hotch’s conversation.

“Sure.”

“Um, what if I walk up in our civilian clothes, and just pretend that we’re there to rub it in his face that I'm happy and in love,” Y/N suggested. “I can wear a wire, you can be in a surveillance van listening in. You’ll be right there if we see Sally or sense something’s up.”

“Are you sure you can do that?” Hotch asked her.

“I am,” she turned to Spencer, “if you can control your temper you can come. If not, I’ll show up with Derek and still rub it in his face that someone loves me now.”

Spencer sighed deeply as he contemplated it. “I’ll kill him,” he admitted. “Take Derek.”

“Let’s get suited up,” Derek patted Spencer’s shoulder. “I won’t let him hurt her again. Don’t worry.”

“I know.” Spencer looked disappointed.

Everyone left the room, leaving Spencer and Y/N alone. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug resting her face against his chest. He softly held her in return, rubbing his hands along her back with his cheek on her head.

“I love you, forever and always,” She reminded him. “And I know how much you love me, believe me. I wouldn’t have been able to do this if I didn’t truly believe Chris was wrong.”

She pulled back when she felt a tear on her head. She wiped it softly with her thumb as he leaned his cheek into her palm. “I am loveable, and you love me. I win.”

He laughed softly, “I won too.”

She pulled him into a soft kiss, “I’ll be back in your arms soon.”

“I’ll be in the van watching the whole time, I love you so much,” he added for good measure.

She smiled as she walked away, throwing a fist in the air like the end of the breakfast club. Knowing full well he’d never get the reference. JJ on the other hand, laughed as she followed with Spencer.

They changed into regular clothes, getting in a car from the impound lot and following the surveillance van. Morgan was quiet, Y/N knew he wanted to talk to her, to go over the plan, but he didn’t know how to. The wire wouldn’t be on till they walked out, giving Y/N and Derek their privacy if he ever chose to speak.

“Did you ever confront your guy?” Y/N asked.

He nodded, “Carl Buford. I got to show him who I am now, that I put men like him behind bars. That I’ll always win.”

“Is it a good feeling?”

Derek set his hand palm up on the centre console, looking at her softly as if to ask her to take it. She interlocked their fingers, he rubbed his thumb against her skin.

“You’re right, it fucking sucks. The original pain never goes away, but there is a content feeling knowing he won’t get to hurt another person, that he might get his ass kicked in prison,” he smiled that beautiful Derek smile. “I’ll always be here for when you need someone who gets it.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.

They pulled into the trailer park slowly, separating from the team as they approached Christopher’s trailer. “Just pretend you’re Spencer, treat me the way he would. I know Spencer tells you everything, go off of memory of what he’s said about me.”

“You know he tells me everything?” Derek asked softly, laughing a little to himself.

“Because he also tells me everything,” she smirked. “When he’s tired and he rambles, he tells me about his whole day and that includes when he asks you for advice.”

“You two are gross,” he smiled. “I hope I can replicate it.”

“Come on,” she laughed, getting out of the car and waiting for Derek at the hood.

She took his hand before walking up to the door, a hand on her belly to make it look bigger. Really wanting to show off that she was in a better place than he was.

She knocked, 3 times, stepping back so he could open the door. She didn’t feel scared, she felt anxious in excitement to watch Derek take him to the floor.

“Y/N?” She heard his voice for the first time in 13 years. “What are you doing here?”

“My therapist suggested that I come here and show you someone actually did end up loving me, regardless of what you said,” she explained.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he panicked, flashing his eyes back and forth between her and Derek.

“I can come in and explain it for you if you’d like?” Y/N smiled. “You’ve got nothing to hide I assume? I’m just wildly obsessed with you and a liar right? That’s what you told everyone so I wouldn’t be able to say you forced my head on your dick with the promise that you loved me.”

“I- I uh,” he stuttered. Starting to shake lightly.

“That’s what you do to all the girls, isn’t it, Chris?” Derek cut in, pulling the screen door open and watching as Christopher ran to the back of the house. “We got a runner!!” He announced to the wire.

Y/N didn’t run after him, she knew the team had him. She walked through the house to watch from the back door. Only to find Spencer stiff-arming him.

Christopher flipped over Spencer’s arm, hitting the ground before Spencer was on top of him. Spencer punched him in the face, once, twice, three times before he stopped. Sitting over the unconscious man as he caught his breath. Everyone just watched him. He rolled Christopher over, cuffed him and walked away into the woods.

Y/N carefully jogged into the yard, passing the bleeding and groaning asshole she used to know as she ran after Spencer. He was walking too fast, and he didn’t look like he was going to stop.

“Spencer Walter Reid!” She yelled at him as if she was his mother. “Stop.”

He stopped abruptly, huffing as he did so. He only turned around to face her when she finally caught up to him. “Don’t touch me yet,” he instructed her.

“Okay,” she stopped a foot in front of him. “Look at me, breathe. In and out.” She used her hands as she motioned a breath in, and a release out. She repeated it 4 times, watching him do the same.

“Can I hug you now?” She asked softly.

He nodded, stepping into her space and wrapping himself around her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It was actually really appreciated,” she laughed. “I was debating if having a baby at 22 weeks was worth punching him in the face a few times.”

Spencer laughed softly into her shoulder. Squeezing her in his grasp as he breathed her in. “I love you.”

“I love you, more,” she smiled against his neck before pressing a soft kiss to his ever-beating pulse. “Let’s go see the team, come on.”

Y/N was adamant about searching the trailer with the team. Going to the surveillance van for a vest and gloves while Christopher was taken to the police station, and Spencer had his hand wrapped up.

It still smelled like him in there. The smell of his detergent mixed with smoke from the fireplace. It never changed. She noticed his PlayStation was on, he was still interested in games. He still slept with the brown comforter that was on his bed when she was 12. It was worn down, holes gathered at the bottom as it was almost see-through now.

She opened the closet to see a very large metal safe in its place. She took a deep breath, looking at the keypad to see what numbers had been worn down the most, guessing his password.

0803

It popped open, it made her feel sick to her stomach. As she opened it, she heard the muffled screams behind duck tape. Sally Irvine was tied up, hunched over in a tiny metal box while he played GTA.

She wanted to kill him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” she shushed the girl. “Sally, my name is Y/N. We’re here to take you home, you're safe now.”

Y/N took the tape off Sally’s mouth softly, the girl sobbed immediately. Not able to say a single thing as Y/N untied her and held Sally in her arms. Sally hugged her back as tight as she could, sobbing into her shirt as Y/N rocked her back and forth. Crying along with her.

“He did it to me when I was 12 too,” Y/N whispered.

Sally pulled back and looked at her with puffy eyes, “really?” She asked. Her voice low and scratchy.

“JJ can you get some water?” She called behind her. “Yes. I was his first.”

“Y/N,” the girl repeated. “That’s what he called me?”

She couldn’t stop the sick feeling in her gut, “let’s get you out of here.” She changed the topic, helping the little girl to her feet and to an ambulance.

Y/N smiled at her as she dropped her off with the EMTs, walking off into the woods as quickly as she could. She leaned over, holding her own hair back as she threw up on the ground.

She swatted away at the hand rubbing her back suddenly, continuing to hurl in the bushes as she heard them behind her, shushing her. She wiped her hand on her mouth before she calmed herself down.

She sighed and turned around to see Morgan. His arms were open for her to hug him, she buried her face in his chest as she cried. Not able to fully process all the information she just heard.

“Let’s get you home,” Derek whispered. Escorting her back to the car, she was done for the day.

chapter 22

Valentine’s day had come and gone by the time they finished their most recent case. Landing in Quantico very late on the 16th of February. Everyone departed the plane slowly, half asleep after the 3-hour flight.

“Did you guys miss any plans?” Y/N asked JJ and Emily as they walked together.

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, “I uh, I’ve been seeing someone.”

“Since when?” JJ asked, both her and Y/N suddenly not tired at all. They stopped on the tarmac and stared at her.

“Um, a few months now,” She blushed.

“Was this the sin to win weekend?” Y/N asked softly.

Emily nodded, “what’s sin to win?” JJ asked just as quietly.

“It’s a weekend for gay people in Atlantic City,” Emily replied. “It’s an easy way to mingle in a safe space.”

“Oh,” JJ was shocked. “Oh, so you’re, and you too?” She pointed at both of them as the information was processed.

Y/N and Emily smiled at her and laughed. “Bi? Yes,” Y/N replied.

“I’m still not sure,” Emily added. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she tried to speak again. “I’ve never really enjoyed male company? It feels more like a performance than a relationship.”

“I mean good for you for noticing that now, if it wasn’t for Spencer I’d be in the same boat,” Y/N smirked at her. “He’s more than just a pretty face.”

“Wow,” JJ was shocked. “I would’ve never known.”

Emily placed her hand on JJ’s back, leading her towards the charter back to headquarters, “oh you poor, poor, heterosexual woman.”

“She has a cat, she cuts her bangs when she’s stressed and she bites her fingernails,” Y/N explained to JJ as they picked their seats. “She likes pussy, JJ.”

Emily smacked her arm lightly, all of them laughing hysterically. The boys walked onto the bus to their cackling, desperately wanting to know what was so funny.

“I was just telling them, I met someone and I’d like for you to all meet her soon,” Emily explained to the rest of the team. “I think you’ll really like her.”

“No way,” Derek smiled, high-fiving her. “Congrats dude, welcome to the dark side.”

“You too?” JJ was shocked. “Okay, put your hand up if you’re a straight person,” she stretched her arm into the air. Hotch and Rossi joined her.

“Really?” Spencer and Y/N looked at each other with excitement.

“What the fuck?” JJ was dumbfounded. “How did I not know this?”

“It just never came up before,” Derek shrugged. “Tell us more about this girlfriend of yours, Prentiss.”

“Or,” Y/N cut in. “you could bring her to Vegas in April.”

“Why?” Emily smirked at her.

“If you’re all free on April 23rd,” She teased them along. “Spencer and I would like you to come to our wedding at my parent’s house.”

“Oh!” JJ and Emily freaked, “holy shit!”

“So, you guys are in?” She laughed.

“Yeah!”

For 2 in the morning, the bus was the most excited they had ever been. And Penelope didn’t even join them on this trip. Normally it was her making this kind of excitement, Y/N basked in the happiness that filled the bus.

They discussed little details on the way to their cars, standing in the garage for a good 15 minutes as they planned the dates they’d need to arrange to have off. Hotch knew he could pull some strings to use everyone’s vacation time for a few days.

They exchanged hugs before breaking apart for the night. Planning to return around noon that same day. Giving them a sweet 9 hours of peace and quiet.

“We still need to invite Penelope,” Spencer whispered when they were halfway home. Interrupting the silence that Y/N was enjoying.

Y/N laughed softly, watching him drive with a smile on his face. “I only told the rest of them because Penelope somehow hacked into my calendar app, to plan a baby shower around my schedule, and saw the plans.”

“Of course,” he nodded along.

“So yeah,” she smiled. “She’s told me that she wants to throw me a baby shower/bachelorette party now.”

“That would be nice,” Spencer agreed, squeezing her thigh where his hand was always glued to her.

“If we even get more time off before the wedding, I’m crossing every appendage on my body in the hopes all the psychos take the day off!” She laughed, twisting her arms and legs in a demonstration.

He laughed, leaning against the wheel as he tried to keep his focus on the road. “I love you.”

“You better!” She teased him.

It went quiet again. She could hear the tires on the sandy slush. The grinding of pressure as the snow compressed into the tire tread. Small rocks being flicked up from the wheels, smacking the underbelly of the car as they approached their house.

She sighed as she saw the place, the beautiful green door illuminated by the porch light. Screaming ‘welcome home!’ As they pulled into the parking spot.

Sleep surprisingly came easier to her the more pregnant she got. She was used to laying on her left side now, she actually preferred it, because it means that every morning when she woke up, the sun came in just perfectly to make Spencer glow.

The alarm on Spencer’s table started to beep letting them know it was 10:30. She softly watched him roll over and smacked the machine before turning back to her and closing his eyes once more.

“No.”

She huffed in a silent laugh, getting closer to kiss the tip of his nose. “Time to wake up,” she whispered between kisses spread across his face.

He was trying his best not to smile as she peppered his skin with kisses. Pushing him onto his back so she had more skin to cover. It had been a while since they did anything together.

Between the cases and the baby, and everything Spencer learned about her past trauma. He’s been a little distant, and it was starting to make her worry. Dr. Korrapati promised that this sudden burst of anxiety was normal at this stage of pregnancy. It was what contributed the most to the nesting phase, but it still scared her.

She wanted to kiss him, to run her hand down his chest and palm over his boxers until she couldn’t take it anymore. So she did, just a little more seductively.

She moaned softly as she kissed the patch of skin under his ear and down his neck softly. She dragged her fingers over his skin, looping around his nipple as she sucked on his neck. She lifted her leg lightly over his, trying to get some friction between her legs as she kissed him.

“We should probably just go to work,” Spencer softly interjected.

She sighed, dropping her forehead against his shoulder and letting her shoulders slouch.

“I’m not broken!” She sat straight up as she yelled at him. “Can I please just fuck my boyfriend? I have been horny for Weeks,” she wasn’t sure where the sudden burst of emotion came from.

“Oh,” he sat up too, resting his hand on her back softly. “I didn’t realize you wanted to after everything, and the baby? You’ve had a rough few months.”

She laughed lightly, “Spence, of course I do?”

She looked at him softly, cupping his jaw in her hand. “I’ve had to process my trauma before. Yes, it’s still bothering me, and yes I have new trauma that I need to address with my therapist. But,” she emphasized. “I am a woman with needs, and one of those needs is getting railed before work by Doctor Reid.”

“You’re one hundred percent sure?” Spencer asked again.

She smiled and nodded, pushing him back down against the pillows. She resumed her last position, putting her leg between his so they could grind lightly and make out. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll ask you to stop.”

“Okay,” Spencer looked up at her, brushing her hair behind her ear as she hovered over him. “I love you.”

“Prove it,” she teased him, leaning in and kissing his neck again.

He reached behind her to grab her ass, she had noticed his hands gravitating there more as she gained pregnancy weight. She wasn’t complaining either, the way his hands felt on her skin was glorious.

He was putty in her hands, tilting his head to the side so she could kiss, lick and suck wherever she so pleased. She reached her free hand into his hair while he other kept her steady, in the perfect spot to grind against his boney hip.

He was all gasps and heavy breaths underneath her, she raised her leg lightly dragging it over his hardening erection before putting herself back in place. Just wanting to see how far along he was.

She rolled onto her back then, laying flat, waiting for him. He pushed his underwear to his ankles as he flipped on top of her. She was nothing but giggles as Her Spencer came out to play.

Opening her legs, she greeted him back into her grasp as he hovered over her. Both hands planted against the pillow as he looked down at her. His hair falling into his eyes, she pushed his hair back behind his ears.

“You might need a haircut soon,” she teased him, biting her lip softly.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

She took his right hand from beside her head, gripping him by the wrist and guiding him towards her mouth. Taking his middle and ring finger in, sucking on the digits softly. Making him release a sound she’s never heard before.

She looped her tongue around his fingers, spreading them lightly as she licked a stripe through them. Feeling his skin against her teeth, which only seemed to excite him more.

She pulled off with a pop, he looked mesmerized by the trail of spit that connected her bottom lip to his wet fingers. “Fuck,” he gasped as his breathing hitched.

“You know where to put them,” she whispered up at him, staring into his eyes as she bit her lip.

He kissed her quickly, pulling her forward so he could get the t-shirt she was still wearing off her body, throwing it off the bed as he kissed her neck, sucking a mark into the skin as he pushed his hand into her panties.

“Jesus,” he whispered against her neck as he felt how wet she was. “You weren’t kidding.”

Making her twitch slightly as he used the two fingers that were just in her mouth, to drag up and down on her clit. Rubbing it back and forth between the two knuckles.

“Fuck,” she breathed out as she gripped his hair. Palming his scalp while he kept kissing her neck.

She could feel him grinding against the bed as he kissed her, moaning against the space under her ear as he quickened his finger movements.

“I need you to fuck me, like yesterday,” she panted against his mouth, licking his bottom lip after.

He pulled away from her then, lifting her hips to drag her panties down. Keeping them on one of her ankles as he gripped the base of his cock and sat on his knees.

The sight between her legs was phenomenal. The glow of the sun on the lake through the windows as Spencer stroked himself in front of her.

Suddenly, he took both of her knees in his hands. Pushing them to her chest slightly before flipping her over. Extending her hips as he held her ass up. Kissing each cheek softly before straightening his posture.

“Ready?” He asked, she wasn’t expecting it.

Her face pressed into the pillow as she tried to find the best position to support herself. Pushing her hips back in a silent yes. He understood her body language, lining himself up with her and slowly pushing in.

She pushed back against him as well, moaning as she took all of him. “Finally,” she sighed, wiggling against his hips.

He gripped her hips, pushing her off abruptly before slamming back in. She was shocked, letting out a gasped moan as he fucked into her. Taking the instructions too literally, railing her.

She had never been that loud before in her life. Concerned Rossi would be able to hear them from across the lake, but it didn’t stop her. Only enticing him to keep it up.

She pressed her face into the pillow more as she attempted to reach her clit. She couldn’t, “fuck, Spence?”

“Yeah?” He slowed.

She took his hand off her hip, “can’t reach.” Her breath was erratic as she tried to explain.

“Aw poor bunny,” he teased her, slowing to a grind as his fingers ghosted over her clit. “Can’t get yourself off anymore?”

“Please daddy?” She let it slip, feeling his cock twitch inside of her as she did.

He leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. “Tell daddy what you want, use your big girl words.”

She pushed back against him, raising herself from the pillow to look over her shoulder at him. “I was going to say breed me, daddy.” She teased, watching his entire personality change. “But it looks like you already did.”

He licked his lips, pushing his hair out of his face as he shook his head at her. “You’re going to regret that.”

She pressed her face back into the pillow and perched her ass back more, ever the invitation. He ran his hand softly over her asscheek, slapping it before he started to fuck her again, reaching around to rub her clit, like she asked, ever so nicely.

They found their rhythm then, pushing against each other in just the right way. Between her deep breathing and the moans she released, the only other thing she could only hear was the sound of their skin slapping together as Spencer fucked her harder than ever before.

“Fuck, sweet Jesus I love your cock,” she praised him, punching into the pillow as she pushed herself back into him, on all 4’s now.

Using his free hand, he spread his fingers through her hair. Gripping her at the roots and pulling her head back as he slammed into her.

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N panted as she felt herself get closer to the edge. “Right there.”

“Cum for me bunny,” he instructed her, “let me fill your perfect little cunt.”

She came with a shout, pushing back against him as his words pushed her over the edge. Not being able to ever say no to that man, feeling his hips shake as he tried to fuck her through his own orgasm.

He pulled out, flipping her limp body back over so she could lay on her back, releasing the pressure on her stomach. Legs still spread as he observed his handiwork, scooping it up with his fingers and pushing it back inside of her. Making her clench up at the feeling.

“Spence-“

“Too much?” He smirked down at her.

She nodded, catching her breath as he just sat there. Still, on his knees, cock now soft and resting against his leg. She preached herself up on her forearms, shaking her head at him as she bit her lip.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” She asked him.

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “But hypothetically,” he bit his lip and raised his eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind revisiting that on a later date.”

She laughed, dropping back against the sheets. “Me either.”

—

She waddled from the car to the elevator. A mixture of pregnancy and over-extending her hips, exercising with Spencer. Lamaze class more specifically, if anyone asked.

“I should really start calling you ducky,” Spencer whispered in the elevator.

“I hate you,” she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Really?” He teased her, “because if I recall 27 minutes and 15 seconds ago when you were saying ‘fuck, sweet Jesus, I love your cock,’” he whispered into her ear.

The elevator doors opened as her jaw dropped, “notice how I specified which part, Doctor Reid?” She answered abruptly, walking out towards her coworkers.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” He said as he followed her. Making everyone turn around to see them.

“What’s going on?” Morgan noticed it first.

“Nothing,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Just correcting the genius.”

“On?” Prentiss pried.

“Well this morning she said and I quote-“

“I will cut your balls off and hang them from the mirror in my car,” she snapped, glaring at him as she pointed her finger in his direction.

“Mama’s got claws,” Morgan laughed at them. “Damn.”

Spencer wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek in front of everyone. She turned pink, pretending to be pissed while a smile crept onto her face.

“She loves me,” Spencer smiled, pressing their cheeks together.

“One part, it’s nice to me and doesn’t talk back,” she replied, making everyone laugh as Spencer shook his head.

“Okay, you win,” he put his hands up in surrender as he backed away. Opening the door to the bullpen and disappearing behind his desk.

chapter 23

St. Patrick’s Day was never a holiday that Y/N or Spencer really cared for. Yes, they wore green to work, but other than that they didn’t really see the hype. They were Halloween people.

Will and JJ, on the other hand, went all out.

It was something to do with Will’s love for beer and his frat-boy attitude. Explaining to them that morning in the bullpen that the best parties on his college campus were around St. Patrick’s day and Mardi Gras, making February and March party central in his life.

They walked in with little Henry, decked out in green from head to toe. Green beads around his neck, gold chocolate coins in a basket, and the cutest little shamrock light-up head bopper.

“Look at you!!” Y/N called out to Henry as she walked into the room. Opening her arms up and leaning down to pick him up as he ran into her arms.

“Any Y/N!” Henry called her, not being able to say his T’s yet.

She pressed his tiny cheek against her face as she picked him up and snuggled him against her chest. It was getting harder to pick him up now that she was pregnant but she wasn’t going to miss a Henry snuggle.

“Since when did the FBI consult with leprechauns?” She asked him, booping her nose against him.

“Nooo,” Henry leaned back in her arms, “I’m not a leopard-con,” he tried his best to say the word. Making the team all laugh.

“Well, either way, why’s my favourite little guy here today?”

“Hey?” Spencer complained.

She leaned her elbow into him, “hi unca Spence,” Henry smiled at him. Spencer ran his fingers through Henry’s hair, messing it up under the headband.

“He wanted his godparents to see his outfit before the party at daycare today!” JJ explained with excitement.

Y/N placed him back on his feet, “go on the, show it off!”

He walked around the room, doing a fake model strut as he shook his diapered butt, walking towards the stairs before running back. “Woooow!” Everyone clapped and cheered.

Y/N looked up from Henry’s gaze, seeing Emily in Hotch’s office with a blond woman she didn’t recognize, “what’s going on in there?” She pointed.

“They’ve been in there all morning,” Rossi explained. “I think that’s the girlfriend.��

“How so?” Spencer asked, moving across the room to get a better view through the blinds.

“The way Emily leans against her, hand on her arm like that as she speaks. That’s the same way you and lady boy-wonder act when you’re in there together,” Rossi raised an eyebrow at them.

“Ahh,” Y/N smirked. “I wonder what happened, no one talks to Hotch with the door closed unless they need us to look into something.”

“I’ve gotta go,” Will cut in, scooping Henry up from the carpet with a tight-lipped smile.

“Bye buddy,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him, getting in close to press their noses together. “Have a good day today.”

“Bye, love you,” JJ kissed both her boys and watched them leave the room.

“they’re the best,” Y/N said as she wrapped an arm around JJ.

“Anyone want to go sit and have coffee while we wait for them?” Derek asked prior to a long yawn.

Rossi patted Derek on the back, leading him up the stairs and towards the briefing room. The remaining team members following their lead, discovering fresh donuts and flowers waiting for them.

“A gift for helping in advance, -Noelle” Read the small card on the table.

“Emily’s girlfriend?” JJ pondered, holding the card up and waving it slightly.

“I like her already,” Derek said, kicking his feet back and taking a donut.

Hotch walked in with Emily and Mindy 45 minutes later. Following them was a beautiful blond woman, probably 6’1 even in her flat running shoes. She was wearing cuffed blue skinny jeans and a big Barbie Pink petticoat.

She smiled lightly as she walked in, glueing herself to Emily’s side. “This is Noelle, my partner, Noelle these are my co-workers.”

“Hi!” She waved, “let me guess. Chocolate thunder, Derek Morgan.” She pointed to the nearest person to her.

“Correct,” Derek nodded in her direction.

“You would have to be Penelope Garcia,” she guessed right once again. “Emily was right, your aura is very bright.”

“Oh,” Penelope blushed.

“Y/N and Spencer, she said you’d be basically sitting on top of each other,” making everyone on the team laugh. “JJ, she said you’re like wonder woman, you look more like you could be cast as Super Girl if you ask me.”

JJ blushed, “thank you, Henry would agree.”

“Rossi, I already knew you. I love your books,” she fangirled a little. Something Rossi was incredibly used to.

“Signing hours are from 6-8,” he teased her.

Noelle laughed, her smile wide and toothy. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“Noelle has come in today with concerns that local gay men in her circle of friends are going missing. Over the last few holidays, 3 of her friends have disappeared. Dropping all contact after a trip to the bar,” Hotch explained.

“I’m a firefighter,” Noelle explained. “I have a Facebook group of friends who are gay and in the forces in any capacity. Just to let each other know where they’re going, to be safe.”

“Smart system,” Rossi complimented. “But also incredibly easy for someone to pose as trustful to gain access and track them.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Emily’s pressed lip smile portraying just how uncomfortable she was with the situation. “I’ve met our supposed victim number 3. Officer Perry is a great man and we haven’t heard from him since Friday.”

“Where was he going?” Y/N asked.

“He was at the bar with us on Friday for a little, we got a few beers and then he said he was meeting with a guy he met online, he was never big into online dating or even dating in general. He didn’t know how to be an officer and gay at the same time,” Noelle explained the situation fully. “He is one of my best friends, I excused it Saturday when he didn’t call cause I guessed he was having a good time. But when he missed Sunday dinner I knew something was wrong. I begged Emily to let me pitch this to you.”

“I believe you,” Hotch added. “Which is why I’ve asked Mindy Patel from VICAP to join us today.”

Mindy waved, she dressed more like a techie than an agent. Beanie, headphones on her neck and a big black sweater.

“Strauss and I agreed it would be beneficial to have a member of the team solely responsible for going through VICAP coincidences and letting us know. We stumble across too many rare cases thanks to Y/N and Mindy,” Hotch explained. “Mindy Patel is now officially VICAP Liaison. Her office will be across from Garcia’s from now on, she’s going to be our eyes and ears in the missing person world for the time being.”

“I took into account the fact that your friends were all masc for masc, on the police force in some capacity and male obviously,” Mindy explained. “And I found the two men from Valentines Day and New Years, and then more going back every major holiday for the last 2 years as of this St. Patrick’s day.”

“We’ve compiled the data and sent it to Garcia, it’ll be on your tablets shortly,” Hotch confirmed. “I’d like everyone to split up into teams and take an apartment of the most recent 3 victims. Prentiss and Rossi, you get New Years’.”

“Yes sir,” Emily agreed. “Noelle can stay here with Penelope for insight.”

“Yes. Reid, Y/N and Morgan, you’ll take officer Perry’s apartment. It’s the freshest so I need the best eyes.”

“Absolutely,” they replied in unison.

“Myself and JJ are going to the Valentines Day abduction,” check in with Garcia when you need to, fill me in on everything. Good luck.”

—

“Yeah a cop lives here,” Y/N laughed as she searched through the carefully organized home. Combing the place over for the slightest abnormality.

“He definitely wasn’t taken,” Morgan agreed. “He went willingly and never made it home.”

Dust was starting to settle on his possessions. Photos on the wall looked blurry as the sun shined through the windows. It smelled stale, no one had opened the windows in a while and the man who lived here worked out.

His clothing was organized by category. His laundry had 3 separate baskets for darks, lights and colours. Inside his bedside drawers, all his condoms were lined up by type. He was definitely anal about something.

“Guys?” Spencer called from the office.

Morgan and Y/N followed the sound of his voice, seeing him hunched over an iMac. “I moved the mouse and it’s open and unlocked.”

“But you don’t know what to do?” She teased him.

“Yeah,” he blushed. Watching Y/N sit in the desk chair and start looking through his things.

“His Facebook is pretty basic, he checked in at the bar with a photo here of him with Emily and Noelle, and then he went offline. He doesn’t have Twitter or Tumblr logged in, so I’m guessing he doesn’t have that,” Y/N explains as she stalked his activity. “In his history, your male basics. Case research, pornhub, Facebook, Hotmail… hold on.”

She read through all the subjects, all looking pretty normal. “What would a gay man hiding his sex life from his co-workers disguise his emails as?”

“Work-out appointments,” Morgan answered almost too quickly.

‘Workout’ she typed into the search bar. Seeing 15 messages from another man named [email protected]. “got him, call Garcia.”

“Hey baby girl,” Derek spoke softly as she answered. “We got Jensen Perry’s computer open, his email shows he’s been working out with a [email protected].”

“Already working my finger magic,” she teased him. Hanging up before he could say anything back.

“That woman will be the death of me,” he sighed.

“I don’t think we’ll find anything else here, our best bet is with Garcia,” Y/N admitted as she closed all the windows. “Wait,” she pulled up the search and typed in ‘find my iPhone,’ “if he has a Mac he has an iPhone, not many people blend their tech.”

Last ping: 2256 Sheerly Lane, Friday at 23:56.

“I’ll call Hotch while you drive,” Y/N said, pulling out her phone and following the men out the door.

Morgan followed the GPS 15 minutes down the street to an apartment complex. It was worn down and looked as if no one had taken care of it in the last 25 years. “I’m calling Garcia before you go in, I don’t feel good about this.”

“Hey doll,” Garcia’s cheery voice was a nice refresher.

“Hey, do you have any info on who owns and occupies 2256, Sheerly Lane?” Y/N asked softly. “Also send backup to this location, it’s where Perry’s iPhone is apparently and it looks sketchy as hell.”

She heard the clicking of the keys before she heard Garcia’s reply. “Yep, we have 1 occupant. Amy Romano, 46, left the building after her mother died. She’s been living there in room 333 for years, not renting any rooms out at all in the last 3 years.”

“A woman?” Morgan was shocked.

“Must be why we’ve never found the bodies, female serial killers are 90% less likely to ever be caught,” Reid added his fun fact, one she’s heard from him a handful of times before.

“Exactly,” Y/N agreed. “What do we know about her?”

“She’s an interesting one,” Garcia’s tone changed. “Her father was a minister, big bible freak. Her mother was the maid here at the hotel before being given the deed from the original owner’s family. She died in 1988.”

“How much of the religious upbringing rubbed off on her?”

“Enough to make her have multiple psychotic breaks, being diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was 15,” Garcia gained more insight. “Claimed to have been visited by God, and was told sinners are punished by word of god. That one day she would be the one to follow his word for the righteous man.”

“What if she’s doing her own form of conversion therapy?” Y/N gasped. “She’s not killing them. She’s following god’s word and freeing them from their sins. This is the perfect place to keep them. Locking them in rooms away from each other, secluding them and only subjecting them to a female for long periods of time.”

“Garcia, we need back up right now,” Morgan stressed.

“they’re 4 minutes out, good luck in there my babies.”

“See you soon, baby girl.”

Being left out of raids was weird to her, watching Spencer put on a bullet-proof vest and load his gun without her cover made her anxious. Luckily, she got to stand with JJ outside. Watching the building as they listened over their radiofrequency.

“Clear,” Morgan spoke over the system.

“Clear here as well,” Hotch said. “Meet me at the stairwell.”

“I hate this,” Y/N whispered.

JJ ran her hand along Y/N’s back softly, “me too.”

“Floor 3, room 33,” Hotch explained. “I’ll kick in the door, Morgan, you enter first. Spencer and Prentiss, follow our lead.”

Not having a visual was the worst part. There was no way to know where they were or who was there. They worked on sounds, if and when the team decided to speak.

“1, 2, 3,” Morgan whispered before they heard the door smash in. “FBI!”

Then it was silent again, too quiet for anyone’s liking, staring up at the third floor trying to hear everything in the neighbourhood.

“Amy Romano put the gun down!”

“No!” They heard before 4 shots were fired.

Y/N’s heart was in her throat; she couldn’t hear anything going on inside. The officers asked over the radio for updates, hearing nothing in return. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from running towards the apartment buildings before anyone could catch her. Up 3 flights of stairs, drawing her gun and walking towards the room.

Morgan was shot in the arm, down. Prentiss, hiding behind a table with Morgan and Spencer as she tried to stop the bleeding. Hotch in the unsub’s grasp, fighting for a gun.

Hotch noticed Y/N in the doorway. Kicking the unsub down. Y/N wrapped her arm around the unsub’s neck, putting her in a headlock as Hotch attempted to cuff her. She struggled like a wet fish against them, slipping out of her grasp and falling to the floor.

“If God wants to tell me to stop, he’ll tell me himself!” She screamed.

Y/N presses her gun to her head, “he just did.”

“Amy Romano you’re under arrest for the kidnapping of 24 men, attempted murder of a federal agent and resisting arrest,” Hotch explained as he cuffed her.

“Y/N!” Spencer stood up, looking at her like she was the crazy person. “We agreed, 3rd trimester, no fieldwork.”

“You didn’t reply on the radio and suddenly I was here,” Y/N explained, “I’m sorry.”

“We need EMTs, Morgan’s been shot in the arm. The bleeding is under control, just hurry.” Prentiss ordered over the radio.

“Y/L/N is going to need to get checked as well,” Spencer added.

“Why?”

“You ran up three flights of stairs, wrestled an unsub and got elbowed in the side,” Spencer explained, taking her hand and leading her out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I get it now I really do,” Y/N stopped him in the hallway, holding him in her arms. “I don’t like when I can’t see that you’re safe.”

Spencer kissed the top of her head, “I love you.”

“The baby’s kicking,” she replied softly, “that’s good right? 4 movements in 30 minutes after activity is a good thing.”

Spencer laughed, pulling back to feel her belly. “I’m sure he’s all hopped up on adrenaline now, come on let’s get him looked at quickly.”

—

They found 16 of the 24 men alive and in critical condition inside the apartment building. SCSI was canvassing the scene with local cops, taping up the building and surrounding property while the city discussed demolishing the building altogether.

Y/N was able to witness Noelle running into Jensen Perry’s arms, hugging him as they cried in his hospital bed. Y/N could imagine the trauma he was going through, the terror and the fear of something you really don’t want, happening anyway.

“Why do people do terrible things in the name of God?” Y/N whispered towards Spencer, looking up at him with soft eyes. Truly curious.

“The religious system runs similarly to cults, they believe the words are to be followed and thus they will gain entrance to heaven. If there’s one thing humans are afraid of more than dying, it’s internal damnation. Holding the fact that they will suffer in death over their head is a way to get them to do anything.” Spencer explained softly. “With the right person, the wrong message can actually sound like a pretty good thing.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “how do you raise a good child in a fucked up world?”

“Matthew, 18; 1 through 5, At that time the disciples came to Jesus and said, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, “Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Spencer repeated the bible verse softly. “Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me.”

Y/N smiled, “I like that.”

“He was always supposed to be good, he has you as his mother.”

chapter 24

April rolled around out of nowhere. Suddenly the snow had all melted, the birds were returning, and the trees were starting to bud thanks to the week of thunderstorms.

Love was in the air, both in the wild and in Y/N’s life.

The wedding’s in 2 weeks and she’s growing daily. She wanted to wait till the last possible moment to get her dress. Wanting it to actually fit over her stomach on the big day without any struggle.

Being placed on office duty for the rest of her pregnancy made it easier, not being allowed to leave Mindy and Penelope's side, under direct order from Aaron Hotchner. She was starting to notice that the more pregnant she got, the more the men of the team wanted to protect her as well.

JJ said it was the same for her the first time, all the alpha personalities came out around the third trimester. It was like they didn’t quite register that a woman on the team was pregnant till it was abundantly clear.

The girls had all agreed to go to the dress store with Y/N when they had a free afternoon, but that didn’t seem to be happening any time soon. Y/N ended up going by herself between cases while Spencer was on a flight, trying on 6 different dresses before she found one that made her happy.

The sales associate was being extra nice to her, knowing she had both a big budget and no time. It was an easy sale, but this wasn’t an easy decision.

She tried a sleeveless, skin-tight number on first. Not being able to even move once she got in it, not even bothering to look in the mirror. It wasn’t right, that was for sure.

Eventually, by #5 they had an idea of what she wanted. Long sleeves to hide her stretch marks, it had to be flowy but still show off the bump. And she wanted lace, embroidery even. Something that made it different, something that was more like her. Always growing, changing, adapting.

She was wandering the racks when she saw it.

It was so long, the train had to be at least 6 feet. It was light, made with sheer fabric so it would twist and flow with whatever direction she ran or danced. She could imagine walking through the grass with the train flowing behind her with purpose.

The most wonderful aspect was the long sleeves and the neckline. Cupping her chest perfectly with a nice ribbon right above her bump. The entire dress reminded her of something, the floral embroidery sending her back to a dress she remembers from her childhood, not able to place it but knowing it in her heart.

She looked in the mirror at herself, she felt beautiful. She shook her head lightly as a tear fell down her cheek. “It’s perfect,” she whispered.

The sales associate shook a big bell then, causing everyone to look at her and cheer. “Are you saying yes?” She asked, as cheesy as it was, she loved it.

“Yes!” She cheered back, feeling the love from everyone in the store.

The dress was huge, she laid the bag against her passenger seat and stared at it for a while. It felt a little crazy that she was getting married in a few days, even crazier that she was having a baby in 2 months.

Her phone rang as she started to leave. “Hewwo?” She answered softly, knowing it was Spencer.

“I just got home, where are you?”

“Oh,” she smiled. “Penelope said you guys wouldn’t be back until 9, I went and picked out a dress.”

“Alone?” He sounded sad.

“It was better this way, I picked it for me and no one else,” she reassured him. “I’m on my way home now though baby, I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, drive safe. I love you,” Spencer replied, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Love you too,” she hung up.

She sighed, turning on the stereo and driving home to her favourite albums. Driving alone was different for her now, she used to love just escaping into the Virginia wilderness, picking a road and an album and just going somewhere.

Driving with Spencer meant silence, hand-holding, humming and ha-ing as he discovered new facts that intrigued him. She loved it, the ambiance of Doctor Spencer Reid was not something you could replicate, it was special and calming and wonderful.

She couldn’t wait to get home to him.

He was waiting on the front porch as she rolled into the driveway. Joining her at the car, wanting to help her carry her things inside. “Hi,” she smiled at him as she stepped out.

He pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek softly. “Want some help?”

“If you don’t mind carrying in my dress, I need to pee so bad!” She said, almost about to run inside when he stopped her.

“Like how bad?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“If you were to get surprised would you pee your pants?” He tried not to laugh as he asked.

“Spence?”

“Just go in,” he said softly.

She sighed, knowing what this meant. Walking up the stairs slowly, turning the doorknob just as slow. Not ready to have her eardrums blown out.

“Surprise!!”

Sure enough, there were balloons and flowers and her friends gathered all inside her front hall. “Oh my god?”

Penelope wrapped her in a hug first, “your first baby shower has to be special!”

“You guys really didn’t have to do this?” She was so shocked to be getting attention that she felt a little embarrassed.

“We wanted to,” JJ hugged her next, their bumps too big to hug normally, opting for more of a side snuggle. “I got you something to change into before we get started.”

Y/N took the small blue bag from her, kicking her shoes off before they went upstairs. Spencer joining with her wedding dress, hanging it in the closet and slipping back downstairs, unnoticed.

Y/N opened the gift bag on her bed, JJ looked around the room for the first time ever. Looking at the photos of their first day of kindergarten on the wall, the artwork they chose. How Spencer wrote notes to her on the mirror with whiteboard markers.

“You guys are really cute,” she smiled.

“Thanks,” she smiled.

Finally taking the dress out of the bag, it was just something simple. Blue with pink flowers. Something she’d definitely pick out on her own. “This is so beautiful!”

“I got it when I was pregnant with Henry and never had a chance to wear it,” She smiled, “thought that you’d like it more.”

Y/N hugged her, “seriously this is the best thing you guys could’ve done for me!”

“I’m also going to need a pink dress,” JJ said softly in her grasp.

“No?” Y/N was shocked. “Really a mini JJ?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly. “Hurry up we have more surprises for you downstairs!”

—

It took her longer than she hoped to get changed. The baby was just big enough to make her winded all the time now. Having to stop and take a breather just from taking her pants off. Not to mention the struggle of standing up after peeing.

When she finally made it back down the stairs on her swollen feet, she heard a familiar giggle that she loved very much. “You didn’t?”

JJ smiled, “it was Rossi and Will, they flew them all in and got them here.”

Her parents, brothers and wives were all in the kitchen waiting for her. Then she saw Diana, who was pressed up close to Spencer having a conversation in their own little world.

She walked in and cried, hugging her parents for the first time in 5 months. Showing off her big baby bump and chunky face for the first time too.

“You look amazing!” Her mom complimented her, taking her hand and making her spin slowly.

“Thank you, I feel huge,” she smiled. “I can’t believe you guys are here, I’m literally coming home in 2 weeks!”

“When David Rossi calls you and says he has a jet picking us up, you don’t just say no,” her father laughed, wrapping his arm around Rossi. They were going to be something else together.

She gave Diana a big hug when she could, watching her rub her belly and talk to the baby through her stomach for a good 10 minutes. It was so cute, everyone in the room watched and swooned. Secretly always hoping Spencer’s family got a moment like this.

After dealing with the Riley Jenkins case, and Gideon leaving, they worried for him. They never expected him to just show up one day with a girl and start the rest of his life the way he did. But it just made sense. He sped through school and early adulthood well before Y/N, now they’re moving fast, just together.

They had pizza for dinner, spreading 6 different kinds across the counter and telling everyone to dig in. Y/N took a slice and walked around, mingling with everyone to ensure she thanked them for coming.

“Henry!” She finally found him with Chloe and Lizzie. He ran into her arms, giving her a big hug. “Did you meet my niece?”

“You’re my any?” He questioned her right back.

“Come here Clo,” she called her over, huddling them both in close to her. “You both get to call me aunty Y/N, isn’t that so cool? You’re new friends and you share an aunty!”

Chloe gave her a big hug, she was getting bigger and bigger every day, about to turn 4 in a few months. It felt a little crazy, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How are you?” She asked her softly.

“I’m good,” she whispered at her, smiling before hiding her face in her dress.

“Are you having fun here? Did you meet buddy yet?”

“No!” Chloe’s face lit up.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” She gasped at them both, getting back up to her feet and walking with them to where Buddy hid in the laundry room.

He was curled into a ball in a basket of towels, peaceful in the quietest room in the house.

Chloe and Henry took turns petting Buddy, kissing his head and playing with his tail, it was good for him to get a little used to grabby kid's hands. She was a little worried about how he’d handle a baby, but he was a chill cat he never really cared about attention as long as he was fed.

Eventually, JJ and Lizzie found them, peeling them away from the cat with the promise of cake while Y/N opened her gifts from everyone.

Everyone was watching her as she sat down in the living room, feeling a little anxious like she had to perform for them or something. Spencer finally joined her on the couch then, wrapping his arm around her in a soothing motion.

“So,” Garcia started. “I took it upon myself to organize the party but I didn’t just stop there, I also emailed everyone a link to a chart where they could pick the category of gift they got you so that we avoided repeats and got everything you would need.”

“This is all so much,” she turned bright pink. “You guys really didn’t have to I feel like I haven’t bought anything for myself since I met Spencer.”

“Nonsense!” Penelope hushed her. “Here, pick whatever one grabs your fancy.”

Y/N’s eyes raked over the pile of gifts, “um that big one over there, why not.”

It was a big blue bag, stuffed to the brim with tissue paper. The card on the handle was signed, she opened it to find 'from; Erin Strauss' on it. “Oh?”

“She couldn’t come but she passed that along on behalf of the section,” Hotch explained.

Y/N didn’t waste any time opening it. Finding brand named everything that she would need for breastfeeding, losing her mind at the never-ending bag.

Almost every gift was the same, all themed and absolutely filled. She was never going to have to buy anything for Matthew, she got it all today.

Hotch and Haley got her a babies bath essentials set. Her parents equipped her with every form of linen she would ever need for a baby, as well as a quilt made just for Matthew.

Penelope bought easily $400 in clothes for him over the past 7 months, with the promise of not stopping any time soon. Derek and Emily got together to buy them an all-terrain stroller, for the walks they expect them to take down the back roads. Emily’s girlfriend even brought a mom after-care set for her.

Diana’s gift made her cry the most, opening the box to find old copies of childhood books. “Those were all Spencers when he was a child,” she explained softly. “His love for the world started with those stories, I would like for Matthew to know them too.”

“Absolutely,” Y/N wiped the tears off her face, leaning over to hug her. “If Matty ends up being even half as wonderful as Spencer I’ll be grateful.”

“Spencer, did you get her anything?” Diana asked him softly as she was still mid embrace with Y/N.

“It’s in the garage,” Spencer smiled.

She looked at him with excitement, “you didn’t!”

“I might have,” he smiled.

“What?” Rossi asked, hating suspense more than anyone on the team.

“I was joking about wanting to get an SUV and become a soccer mom,” Y/N’s whole face lit up. “Did you get me a soccer mom mobile?”

He smiled back at her, “here.”

She held the key in her hand, her car was old as hell. She has had it since she moved to Virginia and even then it was a 2004 model. She had never had a new car, with the fresh car smell and clean everything!

“I am so overwhelmed,” she announced, bouncing a little in her seat as she shook her hands. Stimming just a small amount in front of everyone in all the excitement.

“We’re all done celebrating you now, I think we can start getting out of your hair, right guys?” JJ stood and pressured everyone that wasn’t relying on their house for the night, out the door.

Penelope helped Debbie and Diana clean everything up around the house. Peeling Henry and Chloe away from each other was the most difficult part of the night, becoming fast friends and wanting to look at books all night together in uncle Spencers library.

Rossi offered to let her brother Levi and his wife stay at his place while Diana and Y/N’s parents took the guest room in her home. Harrison and Faith driving back to Fort Meade to their own house.

—

Y/N and Spencer sat up in their bed, leaning against the headboard as they listened to the quiet of their house. Their co-workers were gone, their parents were settled in the guest rooms and most likely still awake from the time difference. The day had been so crazy that she barely had time to wrap her head around it.

“So…” Y/N cut the awkward silence. “Wanna make out?”

He laughed at her, shaking his head. “Remember the last time you asked me to do that?”

“Yeah, I lost my virginity,” she whispered back at him. A little scared that everyone could hear them talking.

“We can't,” Spencer looked at her with wide eyes. “It's bad enough my mother knows I’ve had sex once let alone possibly hearing us.”

He nudged him a little, crawling into his lap and sitting there softly. Her belly pressed against him, filling the space between them as she held his face in her hands.

“They’re on the other side of the house,” she pouted. “Just make out with me?”

He kissed her quickly once, “why are you so needy tonight?”

“All day I’ve had everyone's attention but yours,” she explained softly. “I missed you and I want my Spencer time.”

He couldn’t say no to that, because he felt the exact same way. He ran his hands up her thighs, over her hips and finally resting them on her back. She ran her thumbs over Spencer's cheeks, looking at him softly as she tilted her head to really admire him.

His lips were perfect, his nose was adorable. The way his stubble grew in and darkened his jaw was amazing. His bone structure, his eye colour, the way his hair just fell flawlessly into place with 0 effort. She sighed as she looked at him.

“I love you,” she whispered, biting back a smile as she waited for his response.

“I love you,” he giggled as he looked right back at her. It almost felt more intimate than sex, just staring into each other's eyes in a dimly lit bedroom, in the middle of the night.

She ran her hands up into his hair, combing her fingers through it. He tilted his head back every time, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling. She was about to smile when she got a sharp shooting pain in her hips.

“Oh, my, god,” she breathed out. “Ouch?” She scrunched her face with the pain as the sharpness dulled into the bone, just feeling uncomfortable as she tensed up in his lap. She didn’t even realize she was tugging on his hair in response to the pain.

“What?” Spencer asked, concerned as all hell.

“I think that was Braxton hicks? It was like everything down there just lit up in pain,” she explained with a horrified look on her face.

He ran his hands softly over her hips, soothing the skin in an attempt to help. “Are they bad?”

“It just feels like a pinched nerve at first and then a dull ache, it’s not the worst. I don’t enjoy it that's for sure,” she laughed a little louder. “God, I hope he’s kind to me on the way out.”

“I was doing research into the best drugs and techniques for birth for mothers that don’t want any drugs either because they’re sober or they don’t want to be removed from the moment,” Spencer explained softly. “There are a lot of options if you want to look into them with me this week?”

“Of course you did,” she smiled at him once again, feeling a bit better. “We also have to pack the baby’s go-bag.”

Spencer laughed at the way she phrased it. “Isn’t it just a hospital bag and a diaper bag?”

“No, it’s a mission to have a baby. It’s a go-bag.”

They kept giggling with each other over the dumbest things, staring at smiling as they laughed. Spencer’s hands roamed her back while she poked his face. Happily just talking in each other's space about the most random shit.

It was what she loved the most about him, that they could equally ramble about what they found interesting and the other felt just as excited about learning something new. They had mutual respect for each other's interests and feelings that ran deeper than most, truly loving every word that left their partner's mouth.

By the time they settled against the pillows and attempted to sleep it was half 1 in the morning. They turned all the lights out and still just stared at each other.

She booped his nose softly with her own, watching him scrunch his face as a result before giggling again.

“Do you have any idea what the case tomorrow will be?” She was only asking because she wanted more time with him, needing to find every topic to bring up so that the night never ended.

“Mindy’s pitching something to us tomorrow again,” he whispered. “You’ll be good at this one.”

“Oh I’m excited now okay, goodnight,” she closed her eyes and pretended to snore, making him snuggle in and wrap her arms around him, pulling her in close the way they liked it.

“I love you, bunny,” he said one last time for the night.

She sighed as she settled into him, “I love you more Spence.”

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