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Tin Wedding (Spencer Reid x ExWife!Reader)
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Pairing:Â Spencer Reid x ExWife!Reader.
Summary:Â You've become friends with Penelope Garcia over the past year, and after much insistence from her, you agreed to visit her at her office one day. What you didn't expect was to run into your ex-husband there. And surely you didn't expect that he - Spencer Reid - is Penelope's coworker.
Word Count:Â 7.2k (please, stop me!)
Warnings: Yes. I set this one as +16. Mention of Reader being drunk. Curses and some strong words. Mention of sex - oral (m&f). Nothing detailed. IDFK anything about the US marriage and divorce system.
A/N:Â 2nd Fic for the "We are not gonna make it" writing challenge I was hosting during October with my sis @babymetaldoll. I'm so sorry for the delay, but life has crushed me these past weeks.
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The ding of the elevator signals you are already on the sixth floor. The doors open, and the first thing you see are people going and coming. It's the bustling of a lively office at noon. But this is not just any office; this is the FBI headquarters in Quantico. You never thought you would be in a place like this in your life, but here you are after your friend Penelope convinced you to visit her at work after insisting for weeks.
BAU - Behavioural Analysis Unit reads the glass doors in front of you. This is the place. Looking at the scattered desks on the open floor, you look for a clue that leads you to Penelope.
People walk past you without paying much attention. Maybe you should ask for help. But before you can decide to do so, a voice behind your back breaks you out of your thoughts.
"Can I help you?"
You know that voice. You're sure of that. But wait. It can't beânot after years of not hearing it.
You slowly turn around just to confirm that your suspicions are correct. Standing in front of you is a curious Spencer Reid, who pales when he sees your face. He remembers you, too.
"Oh God, Spencer?"
A stupid question with an obvious answer, but that doesn't take away the surprise of coming face to face with someone you never thought you'd see again in your life.
"(Y/N)? Wow..."
Time has passed, you tell yourself. Spencer looks more grown up. His hair is a little shorter, and he doesn't look so skinny anymore; it even seems there's some muscle under the white shirt he sports. Some stubble adorns his face, and dark circles can be seen under his eyes. But his beautiful eyes are the same as you remember them from when you first met in Pasadena.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, still shocked. Spencer's expression seems pretty much the same as yours.
"Uh. Well, I work here," he explains after clearing his throat.
A Caltech's genius working with the FBI? You wouldn't have expected it. But then again, you didn't expect to cross paths with him after all this time. "And what are you doing here?"
Good point. Why did you come? Oh, yes. Penelope Garcia.
"I'm here to see a friend," you mumble. Spencer's confused look changes to what? Disappointment? Of course, you're not there for him. It's stupid ever to think that, considering you haven't talked since the day you said goodbye and parted ways in that tiny apartment you shared in Pasadena.
And then an awkward silence. What are the chances that after so long, you were going to meet Spencer? And if you're wondering how long, we're talking about ten years when you were both pursuing your degrees at Caltech. In your case, it was the first one because Spencer was already in his third PhD when you met.
Before you can say something else, the one and only Penelope Garcia burst into the room, looking for you.
"There you are! Why didn't you call me when you got here?"
Totally unbeknown to the tense silence, she steps in front of you and hugs you. You can feel Spencer's confused look on you. "I'm glad you made it! We have so much to talk about."
"Garcia is your friend?" Spencer asks, gaze on you, and it's when you realize how weird the situation is. Penelope turns to him, an eyebrow furrowed.
"Of course, I'm her friend. And she came to see me," Garcia scoffs until she realizes something. "Wait a minute. For what reason would you ask that?"
Spencer clears his throat. He doesn't know what your opinion is about people knowing that fact.
"We know each other," you explain to her before asking. "How do you know Spencer?"
"No way! What a coincidence!" Garcia chirps. The exclamation raises the interest of the people entering the bullpen. Some of them approach to where you all are. "Reid? We work together!"
What were the chances of something like that happening to you, you wondered, as Spencer continued to stare at you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"What's happening here, baby girl?" A toned man asks Garcia, who can't contain her excitement.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it," she announces as two women join the conversation.
Garcia briefly explains to the audience who you are and that she just found out that you both know Spencer, too. After the first impression, she proceeds to introduce you to those there: Derek, JJ, and Emily. From the corner of your eye, you can see Spencer downcasting his look at their curious glances at him.
"So you guys know each other?" JJ asks.
You both nod at the same time as Spencer mutters, "Caltech."
"Ah, fellow grads," JJ assumes. And in part, she is right. Indeed, you met while you were starting your master's degree and subsequent doctorate in the same area as Spencer.
"Kind of," you admit, seeing Spencer's cheeks flush and feeling yours burn too. The guy who was presented as Derek Morgan has a smirk plastered on his face.
"College sweethearts?" Morgan asks in a teasing tone. And he is kind of right, too. You lock eyes with Spencer, and you can't tell if he did or wants to say to his colleagues what you really were at that time. But before you both can even think of saying anything, Garcia's eyes widen in recognition.
"No! Wait a minute! Did you go to college together? You said the other day that you-" she starts connecting information, and you start to freak out internally. Before you can stop her, Garcia blurts. "Oh! Spencer is your ex-husband? You have to be kidding me!"
Shit. How did she figure it out so quickly? Sure, it might be your fault for sharing details about your college love life with her on a night filled with alcohol, but how could you have known she was already acquainted with him? You were careful not to mention any names or specifics, yet here you are.
"Wait, what?" Morgan's smirk turns to jaw slack in astonishment. There is no difference between JJ's and Emily's reactions. Spencer's face is flushed, and so is yours.
"Someone is going to say anything?" Emily asks, bouncing her eyes between you and Spencer.
"Uh, wellâ" you start, giving Spencer an apologetic look, who returns you an awkward tight-lip smile.
"Yeah. We were married," he confirms.
"When we were at college," you add.
You can feel the heaviness in the air and the mid-surprised, mid-incredulous looks from the people around you. Morgan is the first to break the silence.
"Damn it, pretty boy. What a story you had hidden from us," he says, patting Spencer's shoulder. JJ - the quietest one until now - senses how uncomfortable you and Spencer are with all the attention.
"Guys, why don't we give them a minute?"
After a moment of consideration, Emily seconds the motion. "Yeah, Morgan, would you help me with something?"
"Su- sure," Morgan agrees, still confused but following Emily nonetheless.
"Butâ" Penelope is still trying to understand the whole situation and has many questions she wants to ask.
"Come on, Garcia. I'm sure (Y/N) will find you when she is ready," JJ encourages, looking at you. That's when you get out of your daze and nod.
"Yes. Yeah. I'll text you, Penelope."
And just like that, the same way people surrounded you just seconds ago, now it's just you, Spencer, and an awkward silence.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you worked here. I didn't know you were Penelope's coworker, andâ" you start to apologize.
"No. Don't. It's not your fault," Spencer rushes to speak.
"I shouldn't have told her about - about," you trail off.
"About you having an ex-husband?" Spencer supplies, and you shyly nod.
"Believe me, it's not a thing I tell everyone I meet, but Penelope, well, she-" you try to find the right words. Spencer nods in understanding.
"Yeah, she can be pretty convincing when she wants to know something."
Another halo of silence passes between you until it's Spencer who breaks it this time.
"So, how have you been? I mean, it's been a while." You nod, still uncomfortable with the situation but just as curious as you assume Spencer is.
"Yeah, it's been a while," you confirm. "Good, all good on my end. Working and living. What about you?"
"Me? Good. Working here at the BAU."
"Cool."
Cool? What does that mean?
A sharp 'Reid' is heard from behind you both, making you turn to the source. A well-dressed man with a serious gaze is looking at Spencer from an office threshold. "Can you come, please?" the man adds. Spencer nods quickly. "Sure. I'll be there in a second, Hotch." The answer seems to satisfy the man, so he nods and returns inside.
Spencer turns to you again. "Uh. I - uh-" he stutters, motioning where the man called Hotch was a second ago.
"Yeah. I have to go, too." You have to, actually, but you don't think you can face Penelope or anyone else right now, for that matter. "It was nice to see you." As you are about to run away subtly, Spencer calls your name. Stopping in your tracks, you turn, and your eyes make contact with his again.
"Would you - uh. Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?"
It catches you off guard, but you only assume he's being polite. You think you should return the gesture.
"Sure. Why not," you say, giving him a little smile. "Now I have to go. Bye, Spencer."
And with that, you resume your escape to the elevator.
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From the moment he saw you at the BAU, Spencer has never been the same. He never imagined he would see you again, especially under those circumstances. Spencer was so astonished he wasn't even able to start a decent conversation or even ask for your number after inviting you to a coffee.
Also distressed about the interrogation he knew his colleagues would subject to him, Spencer wanders through the BAU halls as if he were not in the present. And, in fact, he is not. After seeing you, he has only been able to think about you and the years you both spent in Pasadena.
A smile tugs the corners of his mouth every time one of those memories comes to him.
"Okay, pretty boy, spill," Derek prompts when he sees Spencer in the kitchen two days after your encounter.
"Uh? What are you talking about?" he turns, confused, to see Derek looking at him with a frown and arms over his chest.
"Come on! You know what I'm talking about. About the pretty lady, Garcia's friend, who happens to be your ex-wife?"
Spencer huffs through his nostrils.
"I already told you. We met in college, and we were together until we graduated," Spencer says nonchalantly as if it's normal. He tries, at least. Morgan scoffs at his attempt.
"Reid. You married her. You just can't tell me you 'were together' as you're talking about any other relationship. She was important; what happened?"
Morgan remembers well a few years ago when Spencer told him about a great love he had while at Caltech and how, from time to time, those memories would come to plague his head. It wasn't hard for Morgan to connect the dots and assume you were the person Spencer was referring to.
Spencer sighs thoughtfully. "We ended it by mutual agreement. We both knew our career paths were going to be incompatible, and we both had so many dreams to fulfill. Our greatest act of love was letting each other go. At least that's how I saw it for a long time."
"But you regretted it at some point," Morgan adds, and Spencer nods. "Why didn't you try to find her then?"
"I didn't want to be selfish. What if she already had her life going perfectly, and I was just going to show like a kicked puppy? It wasn't fair for her."
"Man, I get it, but what about now? You found each other again. Can it be a kind of sign or something." Spencer glances at Derek with an incredulous look.
"Are you listening to yourself? You sound like Garcia," Spencer grumbles, making Derek laugh.
"Yeah. Definitely, it's something my baby girl would say. But, truly speaking, Reid, why not take a chance?"
Spencer huffs in frustration. "I - I don't know anything about her in these years! I didn't even ask for her number that day. I was frozen on the spot!"
"And that will stop you?"
A satisfactory smirk appears on Derek's face when Spencer stays silent, contemplating his options.
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Not wanting to talk about the encounter with anyone, you write to Penelope, apologizing for having to leave suddenly that day. She responds everything is fine and doesn't even ask you why, to which you are tremendously grateful.
But as the days pass by, you know you have to talk to her at some point, so you invite her to come over one afternoon.
You have been thinking a lot and rationalizing everything that happened. Of course, there was always a possibility of crossing paths with Spencer someday, but turning it into reality is different. So you conclude all your nerves were out of the shock of something unprovable happening, not because seeing Spencer after ten years made you fall off your balance.
With that in mind, you were ready to talk to Penelope.
Once she gets to your apartment, you first apologize for leaving that day and explain how you got frozen after the unexpected encounter. Garcia tells you not to worry and even says she is sorry for telling everyone about her discovery without any filter.
"It's just- I was so impressed. I couldn't help it!" she explains, and you nod in understanding.
"It's okay. I guess no one expected something like that."
"Right? But I have to ask. How did Spencer Reid become your husband? I mean, you told me about your ex-husband and all, but I'm sorry, I can't picture Spencer even talking to a girl without stuttering, less asking for marriage, and then divorcing? It's beyond me."
It catches your attention how she talks about him. Although you met Spencer when you both were very young, knowing how shy he was, over time, you managed to beat his barrier and meet a wonderful man full of charisma and not so sheepish after all. Has he never shown that side to anyone else in all these years?
"Why so much interest in my marriage? It's been a decade," you ask Penelope, and her scoff sounds a mix of obvious and disbelief.
"Honey, it's unbelievable Doctor Loving Reid has kept THAT information to himself for so long. So now that it is out, it does pick my full interest. Spill. What happened?"
You shrug your shoulder. "It's like I said the first time I told you. We were young, a whole life ahead. Neither he nor I wanted to cut each other's wings."
"But you loved each other!" Penelope complains with an adorable pout. You have known this woman for what? Less than a year? And she seems brokenhearted about something that happened to you and Spencer ten years ago. She's right, though. You and Spencer were mad in love. Unlike what people have believed for years, your marriage was not a result of a wild night of alcohol and passion in Pasadena. You were both quite sober when you went to court that day. Both even had written down the vows you professed in front of the judge- yours on a piece of paper and Spencer in his brain, of course.
"If it's any consolation, the year we were married, we were very happy," you tell her, fondly remembering that time. Garcia rolls her eyes.
"Well, exactly that's what I mean, miss. If you were so happy, why end it like that?"
The only answer you can think of is 'it's complicated,' but that will surely increase her curiosity.
"We wanted the best for each other, even if it meant being apart. As good rational beings, we weighed our options, and the sensible thing to do was to end it."
Putting it in that way, Penelope can believe it. Having known Spencer for years, she knows for a fact his big brain is capable of analyzing every probability of every possible outcome. What seems incredible to her is how feelings - how love - can be rationalized like this.
A ding from your phone pauses your talk with Penelope. You glance at the device and see a text from an unknown caller.
'Hi. I'm Spencer. I stupidly didn't ask you for your number, so after cursing myself for the past few days, I had to find it out. Don't get mad, please. I would really like to grab a coffee with you if you are up to it. If you don't want to, I understand. And if you don't want me to contact you again, just say the words, and I'll stop. But I really hope you say yes. SR.'
Okay. This is unexpected. Indeed, you remember not having exchanged numbers with Spencer, and you didn't give it much thought either, assuming his invitation had been out of pure kindness. But here you are, reading the message and feeling an emotion you can't describe. Nostalgia, maybe?
You narrow your eyes to Garcia, who immediately suspects who sent you a text.
"Before you ask, I didn't give him your number!" she defends as you breathe a deep sigh.
"He's asking me out for coffee," you tell Garcia, and she can't help but squeal.
"Will you say yes?"
"I don't know. Is it a good idea to get back in touch after all these years?" you muse more for yourself than her.
"Honey, only you know what's best for you, but if you ask me, I remember you telling me after you both split up, you were left with a lot of 'what ifs' in your head, and some of them are still floating around. Maybe this could help clear them up once and for all."
Penelope has a point. But now, you have a dilemma in the form of a coffee invitation.
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It's just a coffee. Don't overthink it.
You have been telling yourself that for a while as you walk to the coffee shop where you agreed to meet Spencer today.
He is just being nice.
Sure, after ten years of no contact, this sudden encounter in the FBI - with all his colleagues there - maybe pressured him to invite you to grab a coffee.
Still lost in your thoughts, you don't realize you are already there. After taking a deep breath, you step inside and look around. You spot him in a booth in the corner, back to you. A smile tugs at your lips, remembering all the coffee dates you both had back then. It was your thing. Hours and hours talking about everything and anything until the owner asked you to leave because they needed to close.
"Hey," you greet, making Spencer look up to you.
"Hi," he returns, a smile plastered on his face. "Thanks for accepting my invitation," he gestures for you to sit.
"Sure. Why I wouldn't?" After taking off your coat, you sit in front of him in the booth.
"Yeah. I mean, we haven't talked in ten years. And then we see each other at my work, and- well, it's kind of weird, I guess?"
Weird is an understatement, you think.
"You are right. Kind of it is."
You notice there are two coffee cups on the table. Spencer follows your line of sight.
"Uh- I had ordered already," he points to the coffee in front of you. "I don't know if you have changed your order, though."
"Thanks," you mumble appreciatively. "I haven't changed it, actually."
"Great!"
You try to gauge his expression. Is he nervous? Anxious? Because you are.
"Spencer, if you are uncomfortable, we can just go home. There is noâ" You can't finish the sentence before Spencer cuts you off.
"No. No, I'm not. Please, don't think that."
"Okay," you concede. "I won't. But you need to be honest with me, okay?"
"Of course," Spencer agrees.
"You felt obligated to invite me here after what happened?" You bluntly ask, and Spencer's eyes widen.
"What? No, of course not," Spencer immediately denies. "I really wanted to see you. It's just that-" he hesitates. You tilt your head, waiting for him to continue. "I just didn't know if it was right, you know? I mean, we never reach out, and then it happens. We never agreed-" he trails off. And you know exactly what he's talking about.
Back then, when you decided to go separate ways, Spencer asked you what would happen if you met again in the future, and you shook your head, saying it probably wouldn't happen. So yes, you never talked about the possibility, and Spencer understood he should never contact you, and so did you.
"I know. We didn't," you recognize, regret slipping in your voice. "I guess I didn't want to think about the possibility back then."
You two know there are things you left out and left unsaid the last night you were together in Pasadena, but you don't think it's a good idea to say them nowânot when this is supposed to be a friendly reunion between exes.
"So, since when have you been working in DC?" Spencer asks after you tell him about your work career on the west side.
"Almost two years," you admit.
Two years living in the same city. Spencer wonders if Garcia hadn't met you, he would have ever seen you again.
Your professional career has certainly been prolific; Spencer can tell after the stories you have been recounting. Years of experience and important jobs, just as you had dreamed when you were in college. These are the same dreams you shared with Spencer during the nights of studying and those where there was everything else but studying.
"I thought you were going to pursue academics. When did the FBI happen?" you ask after saying it's enough of talking about yourself.
"I thought that too. And I did it for a while. Then I met Gideon. He - uh, he showed me what the BAU had been doing, and I knew it was my place to be."
Spencer fondly tells you about his early years working as a profiler and how much he has learned. It seems that, like you, he has found his professional calling.
Two hours and three coffees later, you are both laughing about the weird and funny things you have seen in the past years. It feels good, and much of the initial nervousness has dissipated. But there is one topic you both have actively avoided: romantic relationships.
You are curious about it, and Spencer is, too, but neither of you wants to be the one to mention it first. Spencer is who breaks first.
"Are we going to talk about - about that? I feel we have been dancing about the topic, but I don't know if you want to."
You can't help but snort out of being caught and for the subject itself. You are sure your almost nonexistent love life is enough to make anyone cry or laugh.
"I'm still that obvious?"
"You have your tells," Spencer shrugs. You raise an eyebrow.
"I have my tells? What about you, doctor? You have been bouncing your leg the same way you did the day you defended your engineering PhD dissertation."
Spencer's eyes widen. "You still remember that?"
The insinuation of you forgetting that day makes you scoff.
"Of course I do! I tried everything to try to calm your nerves. Do you remember what I did, and actually, it worked?" Spencer's cheeks redden because he remembers.
You won't tell the details, but you recall, as clear as the day, how you helped him to 'decompress.'
"Okay, okay. Guilty as charged."
"So, what do you want to know?" You ask, still not fully ready but resigned, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest.
"Are you with someone?" Spencer asks, and you gasp, feigning surprise.
"No beating around the bushes, uh?"
Spencer's cheeks flush, and he can't help it. "If it's out the line, you don't need to answer."
Seeing him flustered and biting his lower lip makes your heart do flip-flops. It's something you haven't felt in a long timeâten years, to be exact.
"If you had asked me a month ago, I should have said yes."
Indeed, you had a boyfriend until a month ago when his insistence on moving in with you was too much to handle, and his frustrated self decided to say a lot of awful things when you said no to him.
Some people would say you have commitment issues, and maybe you have. But in all honesty, until this day, there is no one you have felt secure enough to take that step.
It's ironic, considering you already have a marriage under your belt.
"I'm sorry," Spencer mumbles.
"No. Don't be. It wasn't meant to be."
'Like I used to think about us,' you want to add, but you refrain. Instead, you explain in not much detail every failed relationship you have had. Spencer listens intently, his heart aching to think of how a part of you might have been broken with each failed relationship. He hasn't done any better, though.
"And that's all. As you can see, there is nothing too exciting to remark," you chuckle to lighten the mood. "Tell me about you. There is a Mrs. Reid waiting at home?"
Spencer snorts, shaking his head. "No. There's no Mrs. Reid. The only one who has held the title has been you," he says with a look that makes your breath hitch in your throat. What is it? Longing?
"Wow. I feel honored," you tease, trying to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.
Spencer tells you about the few relationships he's had over the years. In his own opinion, none of them are very meaningful. When you ask him why, he doesn't hesitate to answer. "This job not only consumes my time, but also a lot of me as a person. Not everyone understands that."
He would like to say no one has ever been so important as to make him doubt continuing to work in what he does. The only person who ever made him doubt was you. But instead of saying it, he prefers to end with a "I guess that's why no one has stayed."
Listening to him talk is like listening to yourself, trying to minimize the fact that professional success is possibly one of the main reasons why other parts of your personal life have never flourished.
It was your choice. You both decided to make it that way. But sometimes you wonder if...
"Do you think we made a mistake?"
Spencer's question gets you out of your thoughts.
You look at him, baffled. "What?"
"Do you think we shouldn't have broken up? That I shouldn't have left?"
You pondered his question for a second. It has to do with how you felt at that time? Or does it have to do with how you felt after or even now?
"Honestly? I don't know, Spencer." A resigned sigh leaves your lips. "I always wanted to think it was the right thing to do."
"You never regretted it?" He asks you, and you shrug, not knowing much to say. Instead, you opt to ask him the question back.
"Did you?"
"Yeah. I did," he admits. "Sometimes I still do."
A heavy silence settles between you. The admission that you both had doubts about the drastic decision you made almost ten years ago is difficult to take. It unfurls a whole new set of questions whose answers you are not sure you are ready to hear or say. But it's only fair he knows your truth as you know his now.
"For what is worth, me too. I regret it. More often than I would like to admit."
Spencer's heart starts to beat faster; breath hitches in his throat for a second.
He tentatively reaches out to rest his hand on yours. You watch the action and think you know what it means. His eyes are hopeful. Something you'd like to mirror in your own, but the uncertainty is there, and you can't help it.
"Spencer, no. Please, don't." You try to articulate but not take your hand away from his. "I wish I could tell you I'm willing to try- to try to make up for lost time, but I can't. Even though it may not seem like it, we're strangers to each other, and I'm not in a place to even think about- you know."
Spencer gives a little squeeze to your hand, nodding.
"I know. And I'm not asking you for us to redo our story and start from where we ended. No. But I would love to get to know you again and be your friend."
"Friends?" You ask, brows furrowed. He smiles.
"Yeah. First and foremost, you were always my best friend. My person. Even if we never get back together as a couple, and we don't have to, I don't want to lose you again."
You take a moment to think about his words. What would be the harm? You're at a stage in your life where you don't want to live thinking about those things you wish you had done and didn't. The things you might have done differently. Why not put reason aside for a moment and just be?
You squeeze his hand back, a sign of yes; you're willing to get to know the Spencer in front of you.
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Three months have passed since your conversation with Spencer at the coffee shop. You both agreed to reconnect as friends, which has led to many coffee meetings, lunches, dinners, movie nights, and walks in the park. And to say your heart feels full and happy would be an understatement. You've realized how much of the Spencer you met in Pasadena still exists, and the connection that once brought you together has revitalized and is stronger than ever.
Neither of you has wanted to rush things, and so far, you're both happy to be able to spend time together.
Spencer has also opened the door for you to the BAU team, which has been his family for eight years now. In addition to the bond you already had with Penelope, you now regularly attend the girls' night she hosts with JJ and Emily. You've also gotten to know Derek and Hotch better and understand why Spencer considers them like his older brother and father figure, respectively. You've also become a favorite of David Rossi, who doesn't take no for an answer every time he invites you to one of his dinners.
Like tonight, where you find yourself vividly chatting with the girls in a corner of Rossi's backyard.
"No way I could have passed Dynamics and Mechanics without Spencer," you acknowledge when you're talking about the most challenging subjects you had in college.
"It seems a very interesting topic," Emily jokes, not knowing what the hell you were talking about.
You giggle at the memory, cheeks turning a shade of pink.
"I still remember those afternoons Spencer spent trying to help me memorize the EulerâLagrange equations and the Hamilton's principle. He made it interesting, if you know what I mean," you wink at them.
"I don't think I want to know," JJ muses. Emily snorts at the suggestion.
"Oh, I definitely want to know what that means," Penelope pipes. You chuckle.
"One night, he made me recite the whole equations with his head buried between my thighs," you confess with a mischievous look.
"Oh my God!" Garcia's jaw goes slack, and Emily's eyes widen in disbelief.
"You fucking kidding me!"
"Definitely, I didn't want to know that," JJ shakes her head.
"Well, I helped him with Applied Computer Science. He had to produce a code to operate a string of relational databases while I was on my knees su-"
"Okay! I get it!" Garcia cuts you off, with her hands in the air, as Emily laughs and JJ groans.
"You asked," you shrug, a smirk on your lips.
"Okay, okay. But hear me out. Since we are talking about college time, and honestly speaking, we all have had someone in college, more or less important, with whom to study or do other things," Emily prefaces, making you giggle. "But from that, to marry, and one year later to divorce? How do you get over something so intense like that?"
You have questioned yourself the same for years.
Looking past JJ's shoulder, you see Spencer talking with Morgan, beer in hand, and you can't help but feel the smile creeping on your face when he looks back and winks at you.
If anything, the past months have made you realize what you had back then with him was unique. But what you're having now? It is as unique as before and better.
"I don't think you get over it. And it's okay; you learn to appreciate it and value the chances life gives you after."
The girls follow your line of sight and share a knowing look. When they see Spencer approaching the group, they collectively decide to go inside the house for a new drink.
"All yours," Garcia whispers to Spencer before going in a bee-line with Emily and JJ.
"What was that?" Spencer asks you with a quirked eyebrow when the girls are out of sight.
You look at him, pretending not to understand.
"I assume they wanted a refill," you say with a shrug. Spencer nods and smiles at you.
"And you don't? Do you want me to get you something?"
"No. I'm fine," you respond to his offer. "Besides, I think I've got my alcohol ration filled for the night."
"If you're done for the night, I can take you home if you want."
That's the Spencer you know, always concerned about your well-being and comfort. You shake your head.
"Not yet. Walk with me, though?" You ask, extending your hand for him to take. Without questioning reasons, Spencer nods and takes your hand. The two of you begin to walk towards the pool area, where the sound of the music coming from the house is less audible.
It's not unusual for you to hold hands now. You trust each other, and it's been an innocent way of showing affection. And while the tension of something more has been building, neither of you has wanted to take the next step yet.
When you stop in the pool deck, Spencer moves to stand in front of you, his free hand reaching to tilt your chin with his index so he can inspect your face for some kind of clue.
"Are you okay?"
You nod as your fingers, from your joined hands, absently play with his. A thorough smile tugs the corners of your mouth. Your eyes admiring Spencer's honey ones in the moonlight.
"More than okay," you admit. But Spencer knows there is more in your mind you're not saying.
"Yeah?"
"Yep." You're stretching this on purpose. A smirk plays on your face. Spencer knows what you are doing.
"Good." His voice is amused. This game was one you both used to play back then, testing each other's curiosity and seeing how long it took the other to demand an answer about what the other was thinking. Usually, you were the one who won since Spencer couldn't stand not knowing.
"Have you grown patient over the years, Dr. Reid?" You ask, entertained. Spencer's laughter fills you with a feeling you thought was dormant inside you, but he has managed to refloat.
Not wanting to prolong his torture, and because you don't have it in you to hold back any longer, you decide to speak.
"I know you remember, but can you tell me the first thing I said to you the day I met you?"
Spencer's eyes narrow in search of the moment you're referring to.
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You were in the library, busily searching through the shelves for a book you couldn't find. Spencer could see the stress radiating off of you. After watching you for a few seconds, he decided to walk over to the shelf, and leaning down, he pulled a book from the top shelf before presenting it to you. "Maybe this is the one you're looking for?" And he was right. Your first thought was, 'How did I not see it before?' and then you realized the weirdest thing of all, 'how did he know which was the book you were looking for?' You didn't know the guy, and as far as you knew, he didn't know you either.
Seeing your confusion, he proceeded to explain. "It was an educated guess, seeing as you have Fuller's, Richmond's, and Helbert's there. I assumed you were in Thermodynamics 301 and didn't have Priest's."
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Spencer laughs before trying to imitate your voice. "Can I buy you a coffee in appreciation and keep you in my purse for future reference?" You nod, smiling.
"Bold of me for asking that to a stranger, uh?"
"Bold of you for thinking I would ever refuse," Spencer says in a mocking tone to match your joke. You both share a fit of laughter. Once it subsides, your eyes fix on him.
"Bold of me to think I wouldn't fall in love with you after all these years." Your words hit Spencer, whose expression changes from light to serious in a second.
"What?"
"It's like they say. At some point, something has to give. And this is my moment." You pause before continuing. "I can't say I'm sure what's coming, because I'm not. I also don't know if what you've seen of me these past few months is worth enough for you to love me again. But there's one thing I do know. I love you. I loved you, I missed you, and now I've loved you again."
Spencer is speechless. His brain tries to piece together each word you say. You take both his hands in yours, and you can feel them tremble.
"If you'll have me, I want to be the one that stays," you add, hoping your words are good enough to convey your emotions.
You don't know when tears start running down your cheeks. It might be when you see Spencer's glassy eyes.
"I do love you. And I want you to be the one who stays," he rasps before releasing your hands to cup your cheeks with his own, leaning down to whisper, "Let me be the person you want to stay for."
"You already are," you whisper back before closing the distance between you, allowing your lips to meet in a tender, sweet kiss. A new promise and a new beginning for two souls that were meant to be. Thanks to fate, or maybe not. That doesn't matter anymore.
-
As you kiss, part, whisper sweet nothings to each other, and kiss again, not so far away, are two people watching the scene with satisfied looks on their faces.
"Do you see that, Hot Stuff?" Garcia asks Morgan. A smirk appears on his face.
"Yeah, mama. I see it, clear as the day."
"We did it!" Penelope cheers, whisper-yelling, making Morgan chuckle.
"I should never have doubted you, baby girl," the man says, kissing her cheek.
"Of course not. But I forgive you only because I'm so happy our plan worked wonderfully."
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SIX MONTHS EARLIER
Penelope Garcia's curiosity always gets the best of her. She has gotten to know you better in the past months since the IA convention where you met. She sees you as a beautiful person and a good friend. So when you told her on a night full of alcohol about your ex-husband and how important your relationship was for you, Penelope couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to know more, so maybe she could do something to help. Do what? She didn't know, but maybe more information about it would give her an idea.
Quickly typing on her keyboard, she finds a Pasadena Marriage License with your name on it. Checking the date, Garcia notes you had married in the summer before your senior year. It was expected. You already told her that.
What was unexpected, though, was finding out who the person you had married was. Garcia had to read the name twice before realizing the huge discovery she had just made: Spencer Walter Reid.
'No way! It has to be a mistake,' she squealed, fast-reading the information on the papers. No, there wasn't any mistake. You married Spencer Reid almost ten years ago. The same Spencer Reid she has known for so long and works with her every day.
But wait. You had said, ex-husband. Where are the divorce papers?
Typing again, she finds a divorce request signed by you and Spencer a year after you married. So that is true, too.
Overwhelmed by everything she has just discovered, Garcia is about to close the web tabs with all this data when something pops up: it's a court resolution dated six months after the divorce request. The resolution reads that the request has been denied because one of the parts couldn't be notified for comparison to the Pasadena tribunal. Garcia narrows her eyes and types again, looking for an updated legal document granting the divorce request. She finds none.
'Double holy fucking shit! They are still married!'
Without knowing what to do with this new information, she starts pacing frantically in the office. Garcia knows that the information she found wasn't for her to know, but at the same time, how does it not you or Spencer know this? She can't tell you, but she should, or maybe not. Grabbing her phone, she dials the only person she knows will help her with the dilemma.
"Derek Morgan. I need your delicious ass in my office right now!"
And just like that, a plan emerged. A plan to give a little push to destiny. A little push to you and Spencer cross paths again. Maybe this time, for good.
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"And when are you going to tell them about their failed divorce?" Morgan asks Garcia, who is still looking at the couple giggling and kissing.
"Oh, shush. Let them enjoy tonight. There will be time for that."
Derek Morgan shakes his head, laughing. "Okay. You're the boss, mama. You're the boss."
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teaser: fools on cloud nine âË.âş l.hs
pairing: ex-boyfriend's rival! heeseung x fem! reader
synopsis: fool me once? shame on you. fool me twice? not a chance. it was a stupid plan, and you knew it. but after your ex-boyfriend broke your heart, you realised that payback was worth any risk. and what better way to do that, than by fake-dating his rival, lee heeseung. after all, vengeance is sweet.
genre: fluff, angst, smut, college au, fake dating
warning: slow-burn romance, swearing, pet names, alcohol consumption, kissing, annoying side characters, sexual content, one-night stand, dubcon sex, cheating, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), rough sex, praising, body worship, creampie, degradation, semi-public sex, hair pulling, intimate sex, and more. MDNI
est wc: over 10k words that's for sure
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RELEASE DATE: THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2024 @ 10:00PM GMT+0
What does it mean to feel loved?
You used to think it meant having that constant rush of emotions, flying high on that love-drunk feeling. You felt it with every smile, every laugh, and every touch from him. But maybe you shouldâve known better than thatâmaybe then you wouldnât be in this situation.
You stirred, eyes squinting at the soft morning light slipping through unfamiliar curtains. Blinking, you tried to focus on your surroundings. Your mind was foggy, still heavy with lingering sleep. âOww, my head.â You winced, cradling your head as a sharp throb pierced throughâthe hangover from last night kicking in. Slowly, your mind cleared just enough to register the warmth beside you. You froze as a groan broke the silence, and you turned bit by bit, piecing together the features of the stranger sleeping beside you. Well, not quite a stranger.
Eyes wide, you dragged your hands over your face, feeling the weight of the situation. Of all people, why did it have to be Lee Heeseung? You glanced at him, still asleep, his hair tousled against the pillow. He looked so peaceful, blissfully unaware of the stress whirling inside you. Your gaze drifted to his lipsâpretty, plump, and the source of last nightâs flashes that suddenly rushed back. The party, the playful banter, the intoxicating drinks, the way his lips felt against yours as you two stumbled into his room.
Youâd only met him a couple times before last night, and yet heâd gone from a friendly face to something much more⌠complicated. This was a mess.
A lump formed in your throat as you looked away from his sleeping figure, guilt creeping in. It wasnât supposed to turn out like this. Last night was meant to be a chance to forget after everything. But your thoughts drifted againâto the real reason behind your spiral last night. The breakup.
Youâd been so eager that day, unlocking the door to your boyfriendâs apartment and carefully closing it, hoping not to alert him that you were here. The smile on your face was wide. You could barely contain your excitement, clutching the gift you'd kept secret for weeks close to your chest. It was the perfect gift for someone like himâa Swiss-made TRX series watch with beautiful enamel dials. It wasnât too pricey, but saving up for it had taken some time and effort. For him, though, it was well worth it. You couldnât wait to see his reaction.
Your heart pounded loud against your chest with every step you took towards his bedroom door. You could already imagine the joy on his face, the way heâd hug you tightly when he saw the gift. Heâd kiss you deeply and tell you how much he loved it; maybe even say how much he loved you. You could feel the excitement building as you prepared to open that door.
Then you heard it. A moan.
You froze, hand clenching the gift. Maybe youâd heard wrong. It could just be the neighbours going at it again. But then, his low voice filled the silence, groaning a muffled, âAhhh, fuck,â from the other side of the door to his room.
No, itâs not possible. Your mind raced, denying that horrid thought. He wouldnâtânot today of all days. Thoughts spiralled in your head of every possible scenario, each one more upsetting than the last. Maybe he stubbed his toe, or lost a round in another video game. Maybe he was just getting himself off, relieving some of that stress before you got here. Yes. That has to be it.
âI should probably leave him be; I wouldnât want to interrupt,â you muttered to yourself, yet you made no motion to step away from the area. No matter how hard you forced yourself to smile, you felt it slipping away at the thought of another girl being in there with himâsomeone other than you touching him and being so intimate with him. You know you shouldnât check, but the urge to be sureâto knowâwas stronger.
Your chest tightened as the worst case scenario loomed in your mind, the situation becoming all too real. With a deep breath, you slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside.
And there it wasâa sight straight from your worst nightmares.
little note: pretty excited to release this since it took a while to work on and part of my sanity to write, the teaser is finally out of the drafts phase
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teeth ・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë h.taesan
âsink my teeth in yaâ when your boyfriend is hungry so you offer yourself to him vampire!taesan x f!reader wc. < 1k warnings: smut +18 mdni !! blood , biting , not really any dom/sub themes , unprotected sex (donât) , i did really light research on vampires for this so if theres any inaccuracies sorry đ
taesan was hungry. starving, even. this usually wasnt an issue, he could just go out at night and get his nightly fix from whoever he could. but today was different.
it all started a few days ago, he tossed and turned in your shared bed as he took in your scent that lingered on your side of the bed. but something was different, he couldnât quite put his finger on it. it wasnât until you got home and your scent filled his nostrils that he understood. something about your pheromones were stronger than before and taesan realized was craving you.
wether it was blood or energy, taesan never fed off of you. he was too scared of getting carried away and potentially hurting you, or maybe it wasnât something youâd be okay with so he never even mentioned it to you.
he wasnât in heat, but something about you these days had him filled with a different type of need when he saw you. maybe you were the one in heat, your energy was different and it had taesan reeling.
you had noticed it, when you two were together at night and he was inside of you, his teeth grazing your skin more than usual, even softly biting down on the soft skin of your neck as a way to test the waters, holding himself back from sinking his teeth into you. it was hot honestly, you knew that it was possible for taesan to feed off someone without completely draining them, you just figured he didnât want to risk doing that with you. but you wouldnât mind, anything for your lovely boyfriend to survive and you trust him completely. and your inner teen would love to feel what itâs like to be bit by a vampire, and what a luxury for you to have your very own at home.
after a long day at work, you drag your feet through your dimly lit apartment, making way into your bedroom where taesan was. he greets you excitedly, hugging you tightly and telling you how much he missed you while you were gone, despite the fact that he goes to sleep when you leave for work. you donât miss the way taesan inhales your scent when his face nuzzles in your neck during the hug, but you donât say anything to him. you just let him follow you around the house while you fall into your nightly routine.
âdo you want to join me in the shower baby?â you ask him sweetly, and like heâs quick to take his clothes off and join you in the bathroom.
the hot water felt amazing against your skin, soaking in as much water as you can before you feel the inevitable hand grabbing at your hip, and then you feel the body behind you pressing against your back, and itâs clear what was going to happen in this shower.
it started off innocent, as innocent as it could get with taesan at least â his lingering touches and the tone of his voice that he uses when he wants you, like now. he talks to you but you couldnât hear much, too focused on the way his hands trail up your stomach and softly cup your breasts. heâs leaned down so his face is on your neck, kissing the skin like he does to get you worked up. when you feel his teeth graze that sensitive spot on your neck right below your ear, its like your mouth started moving before you could fully process your thoughts.
âbite meâ
âwhat?â
âi want you to bite meâ
âbaby⌠i donât think i shouldâ
âyou want to though, donât you? i can tell. and i trust you. i want it, pleaseâ
and with that you were lifted off your feet and taesan led you both out of the shower, seating you on the countertop with him standing between your legs. in an instant his lips were on yours, you had to use your hand to hold your body up from the pure hunger that taesan kisses you with. with your other hand you rake it through his hair, gripping at the wet strands and pulling him closer into you.
you moan into taesans mouth when his fingers make contact with your cunt, dipping into your hole slightly to collect your growing arousal before pressing those same fingers on your clit. he normally would tease you about how fast you get wet for him, and youâd tease him back about how easy it was for him to get hard. but you both donât speak, just breathy moans and hot touches.
taesan slides two fingers into you, curling them upwards to feel you clamp around them. he has a firm hold on your waist, keeping you still as he fingers you expertly. he swallows every sound that he forces out of you with his mouth, and he knows that he wonât be able to last long once he was finally inside of you. you smelled and sound so good, he canât imagine how good youâd taste.
you wrap your legs around taesans waist, hinting that you want him inside you without using any words. he was so attentive to all your movements and unspoken gestures even when he was preoccupied with something else. even with his fingers deep inside of you, with his eyes shut as he kisses you with so much passion, he knows exactly what to give you when you need it. even before you know you need it, taesan was there to give it to you.
with how close you two were to eachother, it was easy for taesan to slip his fingers out of you and replace them with his cock, sliding into you in one fluid motion. it was taesans turn to moan in your mouth, hips already stuttering by the time he bottomed out. with each slow thrust, taesans lips kissed lower and lower, your body almost laying completely on the counter once his mouth reaches your chest. his mouth latches on to your nipple, tongue flicking over the bud and you arch into his mouth.
âfaster, please- fuckâ your words were barely above a whisper as taesan fucked into you, his pace picking up. you whined, his cock filled you up so nicely and he was hitting your g-spot with each thrust. you knew you werenât going to last long, taesan could also tell that you were getting close. he was almost there too, but he wanted you to cum before he did. ďżź
it was all too intense, and you grip tightly on taesans hair, causing him to let out a loud moan while you pulled him back up to your face. you stared into his eyes that were so hazy, filled with need and focus as he made sure his pace never faltered.
âgive it to me taesan, mâso close,â your orgasm was so close, and you were so close to getting what you wanted out of taesan, what he wanted too. with your words he kisses your lips one more time, before his mouth travels back down to your neck.
âtap me if its too much okay?â his voice was so soft compared to the position you both were in, and you nod in understanding
he leaves a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, and you press down on the back of his head to urge him to finally do what you both have been craving. you hold yourself up with a trembling hand behind you, taesans grip on your hip loosening so he can bring his fingers to your clit. his other hand cupping your jaw to position your neck the way he liked. he could see the vein in your neck, it went right through the spot before your shoulder starts where he always sucks, the spot that always makes you fall apart for him. he attaches his lips to the skin, moaning contently as he runs his tongue over it.
with a few more circles to your clit and a particularly harsh suck to that spot on your neck, he feels the beginning of your orgasm, your cunt squeezing so tightly around him he cant take much more, he finally sinks his teeth into your skin.
the pain mixed so deliciously with the pleasure, your body arching into taesans touch as he never faltered his pace inside of you, the pressure on your clit and now the sweet sensation of his teeth buried into your neck. the feeling was too much, you were cumming harder than you ever have and taesan knew he would follow right after.
you were so sweet, thats how he would describe it. you tasted better than he expected, your body was so warm and you smelled so good and you tasted even better, he couldnât get enough of it.
taesans orgasm hit him without warning, his hips stilling deep inside of you as he stuffed you full of his cum. he groaned into you your neck as your pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for all he had to give you.
it mightâve been a mistake letting taesan feed from you, because he was sure he was addicted to your taste now, and you might be addicted to the feeling.
taesan pulls his mouth away from you, applauding himself in his head for having enough self control to pull away before you had to tell him it was too much. you whine at the loss of contact, your orgasm subsiding and taesan softly rutting into you as he rides the aftershocks of his own orgasm.
you stare at your boyfriend with a dazed look, eyes droopy and head a little cloudy. you look down, spotting the mess that was made on your chest. looking back at taesans face, you smile at how he has blood dripping down his chin and how satisfied he looked. thats all you ever wanted to see from him.
âthank you so much baby, you were so good, you taste so goodâ all you could do was nod, drowsiness taking over. taesan smiled, kissing your forehead before bringing you back into the shower to clean you up.
this was definitely going to be a regular occurrence after tonight
a/n: sorry if theres any errors or it just doesnât make sense ive been writing this half asleep for 5 days 𤍠i hope you all like <3
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it has been a year and a bit, then another two years for that huh.
#i wouldnât say 100% better?#but significantly yes#itâs scary sometimes to think about it#still have to work on the overdramatic reactions#and whatever the fuck the spiralling is#but it is better.#at least iâm not actively running away from it#and the shitty high standards#but oh well oh well#im learning to not use up all of my energy on thinking about things and not doing them#fuck you overthinking#and fuck you anxious thoughts#i am much better tho thanks to everyone's support#maybe a hug a day will clear the thoughts away
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What's That Smell? ~ Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader
⊠Word Count: 3.1k
⊠Content: Worst!Logan and Hairdresser! Reader. Wade acts like he's innocent in this, but he's not. Pheromone perfume. Logan doesn't go feral, but he gets there. P in V. Vaginal Fingering. Squirting. MINORS DNI!!
⊠A/N: I had to write about my man reacting to pheromone perfume. Enjoy!
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âHappy birthday!â
Wade hands you a pink gift bag stuffed with sparkly tissue paper. âIt's not my birthday.â
âYou're so silly.â He waves you away with a sensible chuckle. âIt's someone's birthday somewhere. Anyway, I saw this and thought of you.â
You pull out a small bottle of perfume decorated in a crystal clear color. The design looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint where you saw it. âOh, thanks. I've been meaning to get some more perfume.â
âWell, the gods answered, and as your friend, I am known for reading my friendâs minds.â
You're pretty sure Logan brought it up to him one day, but you didnât question it. You thanked him with a hug, and he mentioned something about doing a fashion show for Mary Puppins when he left your apartment.
It was nice of Wade to give you a gift. He's always been generous towards you since you were with Logan, but you didnât expect something like this.
You even mentioned Wade's generosity to Logan later on, who gave a questionable raise of an eyebrow.
âReally? He bought you perfume?â
âYeah.â You pull out the bag and show him the bottle. âWasn't that sweet of him?â
Logan squints at the bottle, still not convinced. âI guess so.â
âYou guess so.â You rolled your eyes. âCanât you believe that he wanted to be nice? He doesn't seem like the type to play a cruel joke.â
âCruel isn't the word I'd use.â He grumbles.
You place the pink gift bag back on your dresser, reminding yourself to use it the next time you go out.
That next time was for running errands. You had to restock the kitchen, enough to last you and your superhero boyfriend, who loves to eat and drink, for a couple of weeks. Plus, you needed to get more supplies for the salon. Logan would meet up with you at the store since he spent the night back at Wade's to prep for Mary Puppin's first day at doggy school. You could tell from the brief phone call last night that he was worn out.
You throw on an oversized t-shirt, leggings, and sneakers. Not the most attractive outfit. Before you left, your eyes landed on the gift bag. Harmlessly, you sprayed Wade's perfume behind your ears and the space between your bicep and forearm.
Running errands was serious for you. You weren't the biggest fan of spending hours at the store, wasting time grabbing groceries. Logan agreed with you on that front, as he didnât want to waste time either.
Once you stepped foot inside the store, you were ready. With a list in hand, you were filled with total concentration. A few minutes later, there was a shift.
You received a lot more attention.
Many people coming up to you to tell you smell good. You just started in the produce aisle, and four people approached you. It surprised you the multitude of compliments you were getting despite having the appearance of a bum. Others were making conversation while you were trying to shop, asking you simple questions about good salad dressing brands. Or how many spices you have in your home. Trying to get closer to you.
One man didn't seem to get the hint that you were busy. He offered to help you with your groceries while you were in the cereal aisle. Logan's favorite brand of raisin bran was on a high shelf, causing said man to grab it for you. You were polite, but maybe you shouldn't have been, as he constantly hovered around you. Drawn to you for reasons you can't explain. Talking your ear off about whatever he could think of.
âYou probably have your own shopping to do. I don't want to distract you.â You say, hoping politely declining him would make him take the hint.
âNo, no, it's alright. I don't want to leave a defenseless person like you.â
You hold back at getting annoyed, ââŚit's a grocery store.â
âStill, I just think-â
âYou got cotton in your fucking ears?â In a blink, Logan grabs the intruding guy by his shoulder, effortlessly pushing him away. âShe didn't need any fucking help, bub.â
The guy scoffs, rolling his hips to make himself look more arduous, âAnd who are you?â
âHer boyfriend, who isn't afraid to make you a pathetic stain on the ground.â
You knew he meant it, but you also didnât want to get banned as you really liked this store. The guy took the hint, leaving the cereal aisle like a defeated puppy.
âMy hero.â You kiss Logan's cheek and see him sniff the air. He turns towards you, pupils almost blown. Before you can ask if he's alright, he grabs your wrist, smelling the space between your bicep and forearm. The action makes you laugh a little.
âWhat's that smell?â Logan takes a few more sniffs, and you feel blood rush to your cheeks. âIt's sweet. Really fucking sweet.â
âO-Oh, I put on perfume today.â You didn't need to ask if he liked it as he was glued to your form, sniffing behind your ears, his breath fanning your neck.
âIs this new? I've never smelled this before.â
âYeah, it's the one from Wade.â
Logan lets out a groan that sends straight to your core. Goosebumps coat your flesh, and you shudder when his hands creep under your shirt to feel your bare skin. His touch was hot, almost making your back arch. You had to remember you were in a grocery store. There were eyes on you two, and you had to regain some control, or else there'd be two new names on the sex offender list.
âBaby, we got things to do.â
You pull away from him, trying to ignore Logan's dejected face at the fact they had errands to run. He hardly said anything else after that. He delegated his role to being the silent shopper, pushing the cart and responding briefly whenever you talked to him. To anyone else, he gave off the appearance of a man not wanting to go grocery shopping. You knew it was something else when you noticed his knuckles turning white from gripping the cart. Everything in your body warned you not to get close to him until the errands were done.
An unsettled feeling arose inside your stomach when the two of you were outside, a cart filled with groceries. Logan mentioned he brought Althea's car, which is one of the few words he's said since then.
He told you to wait in the car while he put the groceries in the trunk. You wanted to help, but he pushed you to go inside, almost gritting his teeth. There, you sat on the passenger side while waiting for him to finish. Logan was taking his time and acting completely different from your usual outings. At one point, you saw him with his head towards the sky, taking heavy breaths, hands on his hips.
You had a feeling this was your fault somehow.
When Logan got inside, you ask, âYou okay?â
âNo.â He doesn't start the car yet. You could see the veins across his hands when he gripped the steering wheel. âYou don't know how fucking good you smell right now. It's everywhere. My nose, my head, my thoughts. You don't know bad I'm trying not to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the backseat. â
You didn't know what to say, but you liked it. Your thighs squeezed together at how a couple of spritzes of perfume were affecting him.
âIs it that bad? Do you wanna go home instead?â
Logan shakes his head, âYou still have to go to the beauty store.â
âI can get those things another day-â
âNo, sugar. I'm not ruining your plans because of a damn perfume.â
Butterflies tangle in your stomach. This man still had ways to make you shiver. You just needed to be a responsible adult for a bit longer.
The beauty store was five minutes away, but being in the car with Logan felt like an eternity. His large hand rested on your thigh, creating heat through his palm. Your thoughts wanted him to go higher, near your sex, to feel how horny you were getting. The car started getting warmer too, sweat forming on your brow. If Logan hadn't smelled you earlier, he would probably have smelled you now.
âI'll go in with ya.â He offers when pulling into a parking spot.
âNo need! I'll probably be a bit anyway.â
You rush out of the car before he can say anything else. Practically running inside the store so you can get your mind straight. Your boyfriend's words were hovering in your mind, and you resisted the urge to turn back around and have him go by his word.
You needed to calm your mind. Hopefully shopping for more supplies would help and Logan staying in the car.
âNow, what kind of man would I be if I let my lady go in alone?â Logan's gruff tone sent chills across your spine and his arm around your waist to press against your back. No words escaped you as he sniffed behind your head. âSay something.â
âLoganâŚâ You let out a shaky breath, trying not to falter at the proximity. He couldnât resist copping a feel on your breast, which made you bite your lip. âThere are cameras.â
He grunts, burying his face in your neck as you two stand awkwardly in the shampoo aisle. Thank goodness there was no one nearby to witness it.
âI'm behaving.â
âBarely.â
When you were usually out to restock, you were quick, decisive, a separate list on hand to make sure you had everything you needed for the salon. This time, you were slower and more distracted as Logan was glued to your hip. Giving you extra hugs after picking up an item you need on your list. A gentle kiss to your neck. His arm possessively around your waist. The man wasn't even a massive fan of pda either. Whatever this perfume was had him forgo his usual self.
When people were nearby, he didn't leave your side. His large pupils were on them as if they were a threat as if they were going to take you away from him.
If you had any more errands to run, that would have to wait another day. Once you two checked out from the store, your man was about to snap.
Logan was dead silent when he started the car, his knuckles almost turning white again. The apartment was only fifteen minutes away, and you weren't sure if he would be able to hold on that long. You only noticed deep, heavy breaths that overshadowed the radio you turned on to distract yourself. You weren't sure if you wanted to ask if he was okay again. You had a feeling he was going to go true to his word to fuck you in the backseat.
Once pulling up to your apartment, you were ready to get out, but his hand held yours to stop you.
âI'll get the bags.â
âThere's a lot of them, I can help-â
âNo.â He cuts you off, bringing your wrist up to his face and taking a long sniff. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. A whimper almost escaped your lips. âGo wait in our room.â
You had nothing else to say after that.
You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding your hands. Your heart pounding in your chest as you heard Logan bring the bags inside. You weren't sure why you were nervous. You were doing what you were told.
Maybe he told you to wait because the scent was becoming unbearable. That he couldnât focus, or your scent was dampening his enhanced abilities. Did you mess up? All you did was put on perfume. Or did Wade mess up? Did he accidentally bring you something that affected mutants? You shouldâve thought twice before accepting a gift from him.
Slow and heavy footsteps made it's way into the room. You watched Logan close the door and lock it as if there was anyone around to disturb you.
âTake off your clothes.â He starts pulling off his own shirt.
You did so, albeit a bit slower than him. Your thighs clenched as you knew your cunt was wet from all of the waiting, the touches, and kisses from the stores, his filthy words. Logan's eyes scanned your naked body when he got closer. You tried not to focus on his hard cock, red around the tip, cum leaking from it. You wondered how long he was holding that in.
âYou got some type of power I don't know about?â He doesn't give you a chance to answer when he presses against your naked body. Heat coming from his chest that was making you flustered. âYou secretly a mutant, and you decided not to tell me?â
âNo! No, I'm not a mutant. I swear all I did was just put on some perfume-â
Logan silences you with a kiss. Hands on your sides while groaning between your lips. You thought he was mad at you, yet he was sticking his tongue down your throat. His rough hands on your sides. You hold on to him for dear life when he parts, sniffing the air, and you feel yourself getting wetter.
âMotherfucking perfume should not make you smell this good, Jesus fucking Christ.â Logan swears while he's buried against your neck again, licking and sucking along your skin. You whine at how rough he's getting, as if he needs more of you. âI won't get mad if you tell me you are a mutant right now because fuckâŚâ
Logan picks you up and tosses you on the bed. You barely have time to recover when he flips you over on your stomach. A hand presses on your back, keeping you firmly against the mattress. His lips kiss behind your earlobe before giving it a gentle nibble. That makes you shift underneath him, causing him to shush in your ear.
âHold still.â
You do as you're told, whimpering at the touch of his lips against your nape. A light kiss, one that makes you want to put your head back, which is followed up by a nibble. Logan does the same while trailing down your back. You feel his hands palm the globes of your ass while he does so, creating tiny circles with his thumbs.
You moan into your pillow, and you know you're embarrassingly wet now. Your cunt is pulsing with the need to have him inside you already. His fingers dip inside you, and you gasp in surprise. Logan's able to pump his thick digits into your aching hole while leaning over you again, taking another whiff of your perfume.
âLift your hips up for me, baby.â
You struggle to move your hips as heâs still two fingers inside you, but he helps you, a firm hand on your hip. When he does so, he moves down to your clit. The two fingers coated with your wetness parted your folds, rubbing that sensitive bud. It was getting harder to do as you were told. Keeping still as he played with your pussy. Taking in how delicious you smelled with the perfume.
âLogan.â You murmured against your pillow, âPleaseâŚâ
âPlease? My lady's begging for me?â Logan lets out a short laugh, not stopping his fingers. âYou want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours, huh?â
âPleaseâŚâ You were on the brink of tears, that familiar feeling in your stomach about to tip over. Logan didn't show you any mercy, making you sob against your sheets. His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit until you couldnât take it anymore.
You ached for him to be inside, cunt pulsing for him to slip his cock in. Once again, the tip of his nose brushed against your ear lobe as well as his cock in your sex. Your body quivered as his chest was on your back, hovering over you for complete control.
âThink you can give me another?â
You didn't have time to answer as he started pounding into you. Sticky, wet sounds in your ears as you were pinned. Not having a single thought every time Logan's hips met with yours, mouth wide open as you were being fucked dumb. A hint of your drool staining the sheets.
The headboard banging against the wall, mattress squeaking as Logan kept going. Grunting in your ear, saying that your scent was even better after your orgasm. That he wasn't going to come until you squeezed around his thick cock. And he meant it when he rubbed against your pulsing clit. You shook, moaning at his touch and how his cock pistoned into you.
Logan was angled perfectly to where he started hitting your G-spot, causing your vision to get blurry. Still not stopping on the assault on your clit.
âLoâŚLoganâŚâ Your body was getting hotter, another climax on the horizon.
âYou almost there, princess?â Your answer was only a whine, and that was good enough for him. âThatâs it, that's it. Do it for me, baby.â
This orgasm was different. As you came undone, wetness coated Logan's cock, some dripping down your thighs and his own.
âOh fuck-â Without warning, he shot up inside you. Grunting in your ear while his seed filled your cunt, mixing with your own arousal and trailing down your thighs as well. Logan lazily pumped into you to make sure you got it all while groping your ass.
You could hardly move with Logan on top of you. Thank goodness he didn't rest his total weight on you, or you'd be crushed. He waited a few moments before pulling out, leaving you to lie on your side, completely docile.
No words were said when he cleaned you up, towel between your legs as he kissed your forehead. You started getting coherent enough to realize the groceries were still out, but Logan said he already put them away for you.
With a sigh of relief, you glanced over at the perfume before reaching for your phone to look up the label. That's when your eyes went wide at the reveal.
Wade gifted you pheromone perfume.
No wonder Logan was acting unhinged all day. With his heightened sense of smell, of course something like this would affect him. That is definitely the last time you take a gift from Wade.
As you showed Logan what the perfume was, his brows furrowed in slight annoyance, calling him an asshole.
âBut,â Logan folded his arms, glancing away from you. âI wouldn't mind if you wear this more oftenâŚâ
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Stress Relief
You convince your husband to take out his anger on you when he comes home very tense.
Warnings: (18+ MDNI) dom!spencer, sub!reader, oral (f), reader in handcuffs so light bondage?, choking, unprotected penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare and domestic bliss because heâs still our beloved spencer
Words: 5k for 5k milestone celebration! TYSM ILYđđ
A/n: I combined two requests asking for him to get all angry/frustrated because an unsub had a particular thing for winding him up (from anon 1) so he needs some kind of smutty release (from anon 2). You know who you are.
You could tell something was off.Â
A sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as the front door creaked open, and instead of the usual lively greeting from your husband, you were met with silence. It was as though he was physically there and yet you could sense his absence in the air.Â
"Spence?" You called out, stepping out of the kitchen. When there was no response, you tried again. "Baby, are you okay?"
Your feet guided you down the hallway where you found him standing by the door with his back facing you. Even from behind, you could sense the foul mood he was in. His shoulders seemed more tense than usual, his hair slightly disheveled, and there was an edge to his movements as he closed the door with a loud thud.
"Babe?"
His response was brief, his gaze flickering towards you before quickly darting away, almost as if he were intentionally avoiding your eyes.
"Hey."
"Hey?" you echoed. "That's all I'm getting?"
When his eyes met yours again, you could practically feel the tension radiating from him. It was clear that he was angry, his usual calm demeanor seemed to be replaced by a subtle but palpable edge. There was a tightness in his jaw, a clenched fist by his side, and his usually warm gaze now held a hint of sharpness.
Only one thought crossed your mind whenever he came home like this.
"Bad day at work?"
He slowly nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He shook his head.
"Do you want a hug?"
He hesitated momentarily, his brows furrowing slightly as if debating whether to accept your offer. Then, without a word, he closed the distance between you. His arms enveloped you, pulling you close as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. Your hand instinctively found its way to his hair, fingers gently running through the soft strands.
"Oh, honey, you're so tense," you noted as your other hand trailed along his shoulder. "Is there anything I can help with? A massage? A nice warm bath maybe?"
You felt him shake his head against you, but you persisted, wanting to offer him comfort in any way you could. When your hand smoothed down his back, his hold on you tightened. When your fingers brushed the nape of his neck, you felt his warm breath caress your skin.
Then it happenedâsoft lips brushed against the spot under your ear, tentative at first, before growing more urgent. It wasn't the tender, affectionate kisses you were used to, but a different kind of intimacy that felt almost desperate. His lips nibbled and sucked gently at your skin and it became clear to you what he wanted.
"You want another kind of release, baby? Is that what you want?"
His lips momentarily paused against your neck, his arms loosening their grip around you before he rested his hands on your hips. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"Â
"Becauseââ he stopped, his grip on your body tightening. âBecause I don't feel like myself right now."
You grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him away just enough to see his face. "What makes you say that?"
Spencer held your gaze. How could he explain to you that he was on the verge of acting out his frustration? That he was so close to losing control?Â
He knew how difficult he could be when anger took hold of him. In his younger days, he wouldn't hesitate to fire off sassy remarks and snarky comments, letting his emotions dictate his behavior. However, as he matured, he learned better to hide those emotions behind a composed facade.
But tonight felt different. Despite his best attempts to maintain his control, he could feel his anger slipping away, and it was unfair to burden you with it. Especially when you were offering yourself to him, so sweet and so pretty, when he knew love wasn't exactly what he could offer you right now.Â
So he decided to release you, his grip loosening as he stepped back.
"Forget it," he muttered under his breath before turning towards your shared bedroom. Your brow furrowed as he walked away, leaving you standing there with your mouth slightly agape, bewildered by his sudden withdrawal.
"Spencer Reid," you called after him, your voice laced with a hint of irritation as you followed him. "I wasn't done talking to you."
He paused, his hand halfway to his tie before he loosened it with a sharp tug. You leaned against the bedroom doorway, crossing your arms as you continued to study him. His lack of response only fueled your growing annoyance, but you knew better than to escalate the situation into a fight.
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you spoke up, your voice steady but tinged with frustration. "Honey, I can't help you if you're acting this way."
"What makes you think I need help?"
"The way you're wrestling with your tie gives it away," you replied, your words laced with a hint of sarcasm.
He shot you a pointed look, clearly unimpressed by your remark. "I don't need your help."
Your frown deepened. "Seriously? You're just going to shut me out like this?"
"I'm not shutting you out," he countered, moving around the room. "I just need some space."
"Well you're doing a pretty damn good job of it," you shot back, your patience wearing thin as you pushed yourself off the doorway. His jaw clenched, but he remained silent, his actions focused on undoing the button on his wrist now. You scoffed at his lack of response again.
"Oh, so now you're giving me the silent treatment?" When it seemed evident he was trying to ignore you, you pressed on. "Fine, keep your silence, let me do the talking."
His eyes flickered momentarily at you before he turned around, undoing the button of his shirt. You watched him quietly as he continued to avoid your gaze.Â
"Spencer," you began, your voice softer now. "I know your job can be hard, and I know you're going through a lot right now, but shutting me out won't make it any easier."
âI've already told you, I'm not trying to shut you out."
"Then what are you doing?" you pressed. "I tried offering you help when you didn't want to talk about it. And the one thing I can help you with, the one thing I'm sure will help you relax, you refused."Â
You let out a frustrated sigh, hating how much your voice wavered now.
"Spence... youâyou didn't even want to have sex with me."
His shoulders stiffened at your words, finally turning to face you. "You think I don't want to have sex with you?"
You swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in your throat. "I don't know what to think anymore," you admitted. "You're giving me the cold shoulder, itâs hard not to take it personally."
The room seemed to close in around you, suffocating in its silence. Then, you watched as he began to walk towards you. One step. Two steps. Until his presence loomed over you, casting a shadow that suddenly made you feel small and vulnerable.
"I'm refusing to have sex with you right now not because I don't want to," he said, his voice dangerously low. "I'm refusing because I'm trying to protect you."
You frowned, confusion furrowing your brow. "Protect me from what?"
There was a moment of silence before he replied, âFrom myself."
You felt a knot tightening in your stomach, goosebumps forming on your skin as you struggled to comprehend what he was trying to say.
âI⌠I don't understand."
"I don't want to risk it. I'm afraid that if we... if we cross that line, I might hurt you."
"Spencer," you whispered in disbelief, as if his words were the most absurd thing you'd ever heard. "You would never hurt me."
He shook his head. "You wouldn't be so sure if you knew half of the thought in my head right now."
You faltered for a moment, taken aback by his words. Then your gaze involuntarily flickered down his body, tracing the lines of his open shirt and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze moved lower, taking in the way his pants hung low on his hips, and the trail of soft hair leading downwards.
You swallowed hard.
"Tell me then," you challenged, your voice trembling slightly as you met his gaze again. "Tell me how you'd hurt me."
He studied you, assessing, calculating. "You won't like it," he warned.
"And what if I do?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his features. "You don't know what you're asking for."
"I know what I want."
He regarded you for a long moment, weighing your words carefully. Finally, he stepped closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "You really want to know what I'd like to do to you?"
You held his gaze. "Yes," you replied. "Tell me."
His lips curved into a faint, almost rueful smile. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and traced a finger along the curve of your jaw. "I want to use you," he murmured. "I want to feel you, to taste you. I want to make you scream."
You could feel the heat traveling through your body, a heady mixture of desire and anticipation flooding your senses. You reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
"I want to control you," he continued, his gaze darkening. "I want to tie you up leave you bruises, mark your skin. I want you helpless, begging for mercy."
He tilted your chin up, his eyes locking with yours.
"I want to see how far you'll go for me."
Your breath caught in your throat as you drank in his words, and you couldn't deny the heat spreading between your legs. "And what if I want that too?"
A tense silence settled between you. Then slowly, almost as if testing the waters, he wrapped his fingers around your throat, simply holding you there. "You don't mean that."
"Try me," you dared, holding his gaze. "Put your hand between my thighs and see just how much I mean it."
His grip around your throat tightened ever so slightly while his other hand hovered at the waistband of your cotton pants. You felt a jolt of anticipation as he slipped his hand inside, your breath hitching as the pad of his calloused fingers dipped inside your panties.
A soft hum of approval escaped his lips when the slickness of your arousal coated his skin.
"Would you look at that? Barely even touched you and you're already this wet?" A low gasp fell between your lips as he found your clit. "You really want this, don't you?"
You could only manage a whimper in response, your breath coming in ragged gasps.Â
"Tell me," he insisted, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you want me to stop?"
Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to find your voice. "No," you finally managed to gasp.
With deliberate slowness, he trailed his fingertips lower, teasingly circling your entrance. He started with gentle strokes, keeping his fingers only on the outer side as you tried to bite back a moan that threatened to slip out.
âYou dirty girl,â he muttered, and you feel yourself getting wetter as his finger continued to touch you teasingly. Then slowly, the grip on your throat loosened before his hand moved to cup your cheek.
âI need you to be sure," he whispered, "Because once we cross that line, there's no going back."
Your eyelids dropped lower as you chewed on your bottom lip, feeling the weight of his desire hanging in the air. It was a heady mix of uncertainty and anticipation, but one thing was clearâyou wanted him.
You wanted him to use your body.
âUse me however you like,â you confessed. "I-Iâm all yours.â
His lips were on yours in an instant. There was no mercy in his kiss, only raw desire and urgency. He kissed you as if he needed to breathe in your air, his lips moving desperately against yours, his tongue seeking entrance to taste you.
His hand then left your pants to cradle your face, holding you gently yet firmly as he explored every inch of your mouth, leaving you breathless and wanting more. Finally, he pulled away, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath.Â
He looked down at you, his gaze intense, and saw the dazed expression in your eyes. Your touch, taste, and scent clouded his vision as you trembled in his arms, the soft sounds of your labored breath sang in his ears.
Mine, mine, mine.
"Now listen to me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I'm going to leave you for a while, and when I come back, I expect to see you lying on the bed naked with your legs spread apart."
You swallowed hard, eyes slightly going wide. You felt his hand gripping your jaw.
"Do I make myself clear?"
You quickly nodded. "Y-Yes."
His grip tightened momentarily before he released you, his gaze piercing as he held your eyes for a moment longer. Then, without another word, he turned and left the room.Â
With trembling hands, you began to undress, each piece of clothing dropping to the floor until you stood bare before the bed. The cool air prickled against your skin as you slowly climbed onto the bed.
You brought your feet onto the bed before spreading your knees apart. It felt weird, you had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet you couldn't deny the arousal pooling between your thighs. And then you heard him, his footsteps gradually coming closer and your heart pounded in your chest as you gripped onto the bed sheets.
His tall frame filled the doorway as he took in the sight before him, his eyes lingering between your legs. He watched your chest rise and fall, watched the way your legs fell apart even more as if you were offering yourself to him. Without a word, he approached the bed and stripped off his shirt.Â
Before you could catch your breath, he stood over the bed beside you. "Put your arms above your head."
You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze, but then slowly, almost instinctively, you complied, raising your arms above your head as instructed. You watched as he reached behind his back, and your heart raced as you glimpsed the glint of metal in his hand.
He didn't say a word as he reached for your wrists, securing them above your head with the cold metal of the handcuff, restraining you to the bed. The click of the cuffs echoed in the room before he stepped back, his eyes fixed on you with a predatory gleam as if he was admiring his handiwork.
Your pulse quickened as you lay there, exposed and at his mercy and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze. He moved closer, his fingers trailing lightly along your skin, and you shivered, both from the chill of the metal and the warmth of his touch.
"You look so pretty like this," he murmured. "So helpless, yet so willing."
Your eyes followed his movement as his fingers moved to unbutton his pants. Then he was completely naked, and even though you had seen him like this countless times, the sight of his cock never failed to make your cunt clench in anticipation. He was thick and hard, with veins pulsing along its length and droplets of wetness glistening at the tip.
The bed sank under his weight as he positioned himself between your legs. You gasped when he leaned forward, the underside of his cock teasingly brushing against your wet folds as his lips met your collarbone. You bit down on your bottom lip as he kissed lower, stopping at your left breast, where he suckled on the supple skin just above your nipple.
His mouth latched onto your skin after taking a moment to try and keep himself from rushing into things. But he was a simple man. His lips worked precisely and diligently, and you watched as he left marks on your breasts, his teeth gently sinking into your flesh here and there, his warm saliva coating the faint markings.
The kisses left on your sensitive skin resulted in you whining for more. Spencer felt a rush of satisfaction like no other, his touches growing more urgent with each sound that escaped your lips. His tongue glided over your plump breasts, teasing and tantalizing, until finally, his mouth enveloped your nipple.
You squealed, squirming underneath him, and he smiled against your skin, his lips forming a knowing smirk as he continued to suck while his thumb flicked the nipple he wasn't focusing on. There was no doubt you would be left with bruises tomorrow morning.
Your eyes drifted downward just as he looked up, his gaze meeting yours, and you couldn't help but whine when the tip of his tongue circled your nipple teasingly. You reached out, craving the sensation of your fingers in his hair, only to feel the metal of the handcuffs digging into your skin.
"It's torture, isn't it? Not being able to do anything," he taunted with a laugh, shifting his attention to your other nipple. "But I guess that's the fun part.â
You whimpered as he softly bit your sensitive bud, and your back arched off the bed in response. He leaned back, admiring the marks he'd left on your skin.
"God, look at you," he murmured as his gaze lingered on your flushed skin, the swell of your breasts rising and falling with each breath. "I could do this all night."
Slowly, he lowered himself back down, his lips tracing a path from your chest down to your stomach. You squirmed, anticipation coiling tightly in your belly as his warm breath ghosted lower. His hair tickled your legs, and he took the opportunity to turn his head slightly to the side, immediately pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss against your inner thigh.Â
You gasped as he sucked your skin into his mouth, teeth grazing over the flesh as if he was intent on marking every inch of your body. His lips continued to trail along your thighs but never quite reaching the place you craved him the most.
For someone with pent-up emotions, his movements were agonizingly slow. It was frustrating, the way he toyed with you, drawing out the anticipation until you couldn't bear it any longer.
"Please," you whimpered, the chains rattling softly against the headboard as you continued to squirm beneath him.
He paused, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he looked up at you. "Please what?"Â
"Pl-Please touch me."
He kissed over your mound as he hooked an arm under your leg. His other hand reached for the heat radiating between your thighs before two of his fingers brushed along your outer lips, dragging your arousal along your skin. "Like this?"
You groaned as he kept on teasing you, stroking you with featherlight touches. âMore," you pleaded desperately, almost pathetically. "Please."
His fingers stretched your folds, his gaze fixed on the glistening wetness, on the way your cunt clenched around nothing. "You're so pretty, you know that?"
"Spence..." you breathed out, feeling his breath achingly close to your heat.
He didn't respond with words. Instead, he lowered his head, his breath hot against your flesh. The minute his tongue touched you, you were already a writhing, whimpering mess. Your head began spinning, nerves and pleasure swooping into one big fuzzy mess in your mind as his tongue teased up and down your slit.Â
"Oh my god," you whined the moment his mouth circled your clit before sucking on it, sending waves of pleasure along your body. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt his finger at your entrance, and without warning, he pushed in his digit, sending your head tilting back with a desperate gasp falling from your lips.
His groan reverberated against your skin as your walls clenched around him. He pushed his finger deeper, curling it inside of you as his tongue lapped at your dripping folds. With each movement, he pressed his face even further into you, relishing the sensation of your wetness coating his jaw.
Your eyes drifted downwards at the same time he looked up, locking gazes with him, and you let out the most filthy cry of pleasure. He held your gaze as his tongue quickened its pace, sucking your clit even harder as he added another finger inside you.Â
Your mouth gaped open as you felt the delicious stretch, and you couldn't help but buck your hips towards his face. Spencer always had a fixation on pleasuring you, but not like thisâit was never like this. He seemed desperate, almost possessive, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste.
He continued his relentless assault, his fingers pumping inside you with a steady rhythm while his tongue worked tirelessly on your swollen clit. The squelching sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your dripping walla was so lewd that it made his cock stir against the bed.
You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, the heat spreading like wildfire through your veins. Before you knew it, your climax hit you hard, without warning, without mercy, and you were gasping his name over and over.
You shivered and trembled beneath him, tossing your head back even farther, squeezing your walls around his fingers and your legs around his head. But he didn't stop or even slow down. Instead, he pulled his fingers out of you, only to push your thighs apart even when your legs were shaking uncontrollably.
"Stop moving," he ordered as he leaned in, tasting you all over again. He didn't care that you were a complete mess, that you were still reeling in from your climax, that you were trying to move back away from him. All he cared about was giving you the best pleasure imaginable, and he was intent on seeing it through.
"Spenceââ you gasped when his nose brushed your clit. âI-I can'tâ"
He gently held your fragile body in place to prevent you from running away from his mouth. "Hold still and give me another one."Â
How could you not relent when he treated you like this, so considerate yet so rough? You groaned, your eyes meeting the ceiling as you felt his mouth continue its relentless assault on your cunt. The sensation was overwhelming, yet despite your protests, you couldn't deny the building pressure.
Your muscles tensed. Your breathing hitched. You gasped for air. And just as the waves of pleasure threatened to consume you once more, you surrendered, letting out a pathetic cry as your body convulsed with the force of your climax.
His tongue lingered over your sensitive skin, savoring the taste of your release, before he finally withdrew, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. He then lifted his head, your juices glistening on his lips as he watched your heaving chest.
Spencer had never been so thankful for his eidetic memory. He took in the sight of your hands, bound above your head, the rise and fall of your chest as you panted, the tousled strands of hair framing your face. His gaze lingered on the way your legs willingly parted for him, your skin flushed and pussy swollen, all because of him.
It was a sight he wanted to etch into his memory forever.
You bit your bottom lip as his gaze lingered on you, feeling your body flush under his scrutiny. Then, as if something within him shifted, he reached for you, urging your body to turn until you were facing sideways, the chains rattling softly as you moved.
He settled behind you, and your heart quickened as you felt him grab your leg, lifting it in the air. With one hand gripping your thigh firmly, he positioned himself between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your slick folds.Â
You could feel the warmth of his body pressed against your back, his breath ghosting over your neck as he leaned in closer. With a deep, guttural moan, he eased himself into you, every inch of him sliding effortlessly into your wetness. You couldn't help but arch your back in response to the sensation of being filled so completely.
"Fuck," he murmured, the curse slipping past his lips in a breathy whisper. It sounded foreign coming from him and yet it only encouraged you more. You pushed your hips back into him, meeting his slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Needed this so much," he confessed, his breath coming out in ragged pants against the nape of your neck. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you like this for so long."
Your head fell back onto his chest, completely enveloped in himâthe scent of his skin, the warmth of his touch, the rhythmic movement of his cock thrusting inside you.
"Thought it was wrong of me to take control of you," he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. "But you're enjoying this as much, aren't you?"
You whimpered, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed you and you felt him picking up his pace. The room was filled with lewd noises of your wetness along with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"You like being helpless like this? You like it when I fuck you while being cuffed to the bed?"
Your breath hitched at his words. His hand left your thigh, but only momentarily. The crack of sound pierced the air, followed by a surge of sensation coursing up your leg. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightningâhe spanked you.Â
And you liked it.
"Answer. Me," he demanded, each word punctuated by the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Yes," you managed to gasp out. "I-I love being helpless."
He let out a sound of pleasure as he released your thigh, only to tease your clit with his fingers. You gasped, your head thrown back as he applied just the right amount of pressure, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You felt the intensity building, the familiar coil tightening in your stomach as he continued to pump into you, his fingers moving fast against your clit.
You tried to speak and warn him about your upcoming orgasm but you couldn't even think properly. The squelch of his cock driving into you roughly rang in your ears and with a sharp inhale, you felt the tension within you reach its peak. Your muscles tensed, your breath caught in your throat, and then, with an explosive release, you cried out his name.
He groaned as he felt you pulsating around him, your walls gripping him tightly. He continued to move within you, riding out your orgasm as his thrusts grew harder, more urgent until he couldn't hold back any longer.
"I need to see you," he breathed as he pulled out of you. Then he flipped you onto your back, guiding one of your legs over his shoulder as he settled between your thighs once more. The change in position brought you closer, the heat of your bodies mingling as you met his gaze.
Without a word, he pushed himself back into you, the slick heat of your cunt enveloping him. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling your body growing sticky, every inch of you glistening with sweat, but his gaze remained fixated on you, unwavering and intense.
"So pretty," he murmured, his hand finding your face and cupping your cheek, absorbing your features in the dim lighting of the room. "My beautiful wife."
You whimpered as he dragged his hand down your skin, thumb brushing over your lips as he felt your hot breath on his fingertip. He watched your eyes switch between widening and fluttering half shut while he began pumping into you.
Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you took his cock eagerly, your breasts bouncing each time he thrust forward, your mouth hanging open with your tongue slipping out of your mouth. A whine followed through as his hand moved down to your neck, practically holding you in place as his hips collided against your own.
He gave a slight pressure around your throat, and your head began to loll against the mattress, chin pointed in the air in pleasure. The squeezing sensation was now beginning to take over your body, spreading from across your cheeks, to your ears, and up to your eyes, tears pooling right at the corner. The feeling even reached your stomach, tightening and coiling with the signal of your impending orgasm.
Was this your fourth orgasm? Your fifth? You couldn't keep track; all you knew was the overwhelming sensation prickling your skin. The bed below you felt as if it was on fire. The metal digging around your wrist burned with absolute pleasure.
His thrusts grew more intense, each movement raw and unrestrained, as if he was pouring all his pent-up emotions into you. He seemed to lose himself in the moment, his grip on your neck firm but not painful, but it was enough to make you gasp, your body trembling with pleasure, eyes rolling at the back of your head.
You were instantly gone.
A filthy cry fell between your lips as another orgasm crashed over you, more intense than the last. At some point you were gasping for air, feeling your body going limp but he didnât stop. His hips had a mind of their own. You could feel them beginning to move like they were possessed, with no regard for your pleasure, and in a way, no regard for his.Â
âOh godâfuck!â You cried, arching your back as much in this position.
He groaned and leaned in, his arms pressing against the bed on either side of you as he pushed your leg up to your shoulder. He tried to kiss you, but the force of his movements made it hard. Instead, his lips hovered just above yours, both of you breathing heavily and moaning into each other's mouths.
Eyelids drooped a bit too low as your mouth went completely ajar, exhaling weakly. It didnât take long for another wave of pleasure to rush through your body. You convulsed beneath him, thighs quivering violently as you tried to angle your body away from him, the pleasure almost unbearable now.
Through the haze of your orgasm, you caught a glimpse of him throwing back his head with his eyes screwed shut. Then he finally groanedâhis movements slowing, breath sputtering from his lungs as he exploded, pumping once, twice, three times all before coming to a halt, cock twitching inside you.
You watched the sweat bead down his forehead as you both worked silently to relax your bodies, pulses pounding in ruthless rhythm. With a deep, contented sigh he finally slid himself out of you before going through his discarded pants on the floor.Â
After a moment, he returned to you and unlocked the handcuff from your wrist, the sound of the lock clicking echoing in the room. The chains fell onto the bed with a soft thud as he gently took hold of your hands.
âAre you okay?"
You nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay."
He pressed a tender kiss to both of your wrists, his lips lingering over your pulse for a moment. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously, his eyes raking over your body. "Was I too rough? Did Iâ""
"Spencer, relax," you whispered, you took his hand in yours. "I'm good. I promise."
"You sure?" he asked, his face still tight with concern.
"Yes, more than good. Just come cuddle with me?"
He hesitated, his eyes scanning over your body for a few seconds longer. After he seemed satisfied you really were okay, he lowered onto the bed beside you and you drew his head to your chest. Your fingers gently played with his hair, watching as he slowly relaxed into you, throwing one of his arms across your stomach.Â
"Thank you," he whispered. "I... I think I needed that."
Your attention shifted to his face, happy to see his expression finally somewhat peaceful as he lay just above your breasts. His eyes were closed, the tension you'd noticed on his face when he'd arrived entirely gone now.
Gently running your fingers through his hair, you whispered, "Of course, baby. Anytime you need me, I'm here."
His lips curved into a small, contented smile as he nestled closer to you. "I love you."
A surge of warmth filled your chest at his words. "I love you too," you whispered back. "But are you okay? Do you want to talk about what happened at work?"
You felt him shift as he shook his head. "Maybe later. I just want to hold you right now."
You gently kissed the crown of his head before pulling him closer. Spencer sighed happily as he snuggled closer to you, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against your chest. He then reached over your breasts, his thumb trailing over the marks he had left on your skin.Â
"I didn't realize you enjoyed that so much."
You shrugged the shoulder beside his head. "It's hard not to. I mean, I think I've always liked it when you're in control, and that doesn't only apply to sex."
He leaned back to look at you. "Really?"
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah. Remember the first time we started dating and someone broke into my apartment?"
"How could I forget?" he replied, a frown tugging at his brows as he recalled the memory. âThat was one of the scariest moments in my life.â
"Right. You thought some serial killer was targeting me when it was just a random robbery. But the way you handled the situation..." you continued, your voice softening. "When you took charge and made sure I was safe, I realized how much I trusted you. And I remember thinking, 'Damn, my boyfriend's pretty cool.'"
His frown melted away, replaced by a warm smile at your words. "You thought I was cool?"Â
You chuckled, nodding as you met his gaze. "You're cool, smart, and hot at the same time," you teased. "What I'm trying to say is, I like it when you're in control because I like to depend on you. You make me feel safe and cared for."
His expression softened even further, a tender warmth filling his eyes. "I like it when you depend on me too," he confessed softly. With a gentle tug, he sat up, bringing you along. "Come on then, let me care for you now."
You looked up at him. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?"
"I think we both need that nice warm bath."
You smiled, already feeling the tension in your muscles ease at the thought of a soothing bath with him. "Will you wash my hair too?"
He pushed a strand of hair off your face, his heart swelling with affection at the look in your eyes. How could he resist when you looked at him like he hung up the moon for you?Â
"Of course," he replied without hesitation. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
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THE THREAT OF INTIMACY
⤠Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Angst â insecure reader and depictions of negative thoughts and fear of sexual intimacy â profanity â SMUT 18+ mdni â virgin!reader/loss of virginity â unprotected sex â hurt/comfort â oral (female receiving) â le dasha of body worship âcream pie â mafia bucky being a huge softy for his wife â I think that's it â 7.4k A beautiful bride marrying the man of your dreams. But when faced with what comes after the vows and first dance as Mr. and Mrs Barnes, you suggest that a particular arrangement be made.
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Itâs not so much of a grand show once the curtain falls. There hangs a greed of mischief and ominous silence. He looks at you, blue eyes piercing the exposed skin of your back, the white gown hangs an elegant silhouette on you. Its embroidered sculpts become melded into the fabricated folds as you stop midst the gate of your saunter forwards, each step a reminder drawing nearer as you do to the bed.Â
Did you really have to do this?Â
It was an era of change after all. But his seniors were old school, and so you expected him to be as well in the matters of the marriage bed. It is expected of you â the both of you. Your hands fish through the elaborate style of your hair, musing it loose and gaining a comforted scalp as you turn away from the bed and walk over to the large windows that extend from top to bottom, overlooking the twinkling space of stars fallen to earth.Â
Being far away from it means you are torn from it. Once you step foot back in that place, you are no longer the girl you once were.
You are now Mrs. Barnes. A wolf among sheep. The queen of the Bratva. A cooperation of mobsters who have bought police eyes and silenced officials of the government. But was this status and power worth what is intended to follow?Â
You didnât have a real choice in the matter. Well, maybe you did. You fell for him, you wonât deny it, and you fell hard for him. Other pickings were not as savoury, nor did they explode with the chemistry you shared with him. But this wasnât the only factor.Â
Itâd been clear that your hearts were set on one another. With the subtle whispers into the otherâs ear, hugging and kissing, fingers entwined, or the more assuring hand on the low of your back. This intimacy had been a flavour sweet â loving â and you came to embrace these softer textures of your life at his side. His proposal was impossibly expected but even then, you couldnât contain your surprise and eagerly said yes.
You never gave the thought of what came next exactly. The very intimate aftermath. Until his mother pulled you aside, a smile on her painted ruby lips as she guided you to walk with her through the hedged gardens. That conversation is one you will never forget. Her love is shocking, her devotion to her husband and family, you can hardly stand the thought of not loving her in return.Â
But that talk shocked you.Â
Half of it because of the gory details she regaled, but the other half because of your own mind. Your poisoned mind that festers with anxious insecurities.Â
Of course itâs expected. Your virginity doesnât exactly wave you as an expert, no matter what talks of womanhood you are subjected to. But by the standard of Mr. Bucky Barnes, his former bachelor days had given him what you lack: experience.Â
What if Iâm so bad that heâs repulsed by me?Â
Heâll only need to take one look at me and thatâll be enough.
What if I canât make him cum?Â
What exactly am I supposed to doâ I donât think Iâm ready.Â
You continue on in your panicked, internal reverie, hand raised to rest your lips against your knuckles, the shine of diamonds catching in the dark reflection, a momentary blindness befalls you that then causes your stomach to writhe with unease.
âHey,â your husband whispers, breath warm over the shell of your ear and his lips tease the curve of your exposed neck with light kisses. Your body flinches at the suddenness of his appearance right behind you, his chest to your back; you feel tears deep into the corner of your eyes, hot and wet and annoying. The stronghold of air chokes you in the back of your throat.
âMm, hiâŚâÂ
Your forced smile is quick to fade, just barely passing back a glance at him before looking away. He catches this falter. His expression is shadowed by a troubled frown. He noticed the way you flinched before him. And that glistening of tears is hard to miss when it comes to you. Â
âTalk to me,â he presses gently, âyou okay?âÂ
His hands are strong and sure as he holds you, turns you to face him directly now, putting the window to your back. Your ring bound hand massages over your face with a breath hollowing out in a deep sigh.Â
âYeah. Iâm good, I think we should get some rest. Itâs been a big day.âÂ
Before you can step around him, his hand circles the entirety around your forearm, holding you in place.
âYou donât want toâŚâ At the trailing end of his words with his blue eyes alluding to his meaning, the sting of tears prick your vision again and a flush paints your cheeks and neck red. He lets you walk away with the train of your dress flowing behind you like a silken shadow.Â
âI donât think tonight.â
Or any other nightâŚÂ
Buckyâs throat bobs with a thick swallow, nodding as he watches you. Always a man who knows what to do, how to maintain composure â his power â he feels that confidence wane like the fading moon. Powerless.
The words brewing on your tongue are tart, poisonous and unpleasant. Not the sort you would ever want to say to your husband, no less on your wedding night.Â
Youâd ventured over to the vanity by now, you say beneath a shaken exhale, âIâll look to hire a mistress.â
âExcuse me?â He gasps sharply.Â
Your reply, voice short of anything joking or playful. You sit before the vanity and bend forward, unfastening the golden clasps on your heels before you set them aside. âIâll have a mistress contracted for you. Weâll do everything else together but she will⌠provide the sexual affairs.â
âAnd you?â His question makes you pause midway of turning fully towards the mirror, only barely do you see him trail the outskirts of the room, just only in focus of your view. With a sigh, you pluck your earrings out, saying more so to your own reflection than him, âIâve gone this long without sex, Bucky. Iâm sure I can go on the rest of my life without it.âÂ
âNo, no, weâre not doing things like that. I married you â I want you.â Why is that just too hard to believe? You canât bring yourself to meet his eyes in the mirror, so you look away, anywhere that doesnât meet his gaze. âHoney, where the fuck did this come from?â
You donât answer. The man is practically brought to his knees before you like a servant ready to obey you like a goddess. Treatment he committed to you, though you donât feel deserving of. He spins you slowly on your stool until you face him, knelt before you, he tries to find the stunning awe of your eyes only to find you hiding away from him. âDid somebody say something to you? Who was it?âÂ
Quick to spare someone needless bloodshed, you stand abruptly, almost knocking him back and storm away from him by some feet, putting distance between you both, your voice carries over your shoulder, âNobody said anything. I just think this arrangement will be better for us.â
Youâre blinking back a curtain of tears that threaten to unleash. A wave rises high like a tsunami in your soul with these stupid, incessant thoughts.Â
Youâre imperfect.Â
Youâre ugly.Â
Let another woman â a beautiful woman â please him.Â
Heâll regret marrying you once he sees you.
Fingers ringing the course of massaging your temples, you are slowly being drowned by many, many thoughts like these. They're endless. Theyâre relentless and they are loveless. Not once do you give yourself the internal piece of mind that maybe, just maybe, there is hope in this relationship. That they are wrong. That he wonât judge or run from you. But who can say for sure?
Itâs best to play it safe and keep what dignity you have left. Despite the spitefulness of seeing him become satisfied by another woman, it would be better than depriving him for the rest of his life. And you care more for his own happiness. Itâs all you want for him.Â
He speaks up again, his voice going stern in his verbal study. âSo, let me get this straight: I marry the love of my life, the very essence I love and breath for, only to⌠fuck another woman. After I swore a vow to you.âÂ
âBucky, youâre making it soundââ
âIâll go without sex for the rest of my life than have some whore in our bed.âÂ
You spin on your heel, mouth agape. Finally you look at him long enough as he works to slowly approach you and he sees just how badly youâre hurting on the inside. âBuckyââÂ
How quick he is to cut you off before you can even utter another heinous thing, now reaching you. âI wouldnât stand at the altar for just anyone. I gave up that bachelor life to have you. I chose you. I want to have all of you.â
You mutter, mumble off-centred excuses that come out as broken noises on a record, and then you let out a shaken breath, chest feeling like it's being cleaved and ripped apart to the point your body trembles. You try your hardest to suppress your quiet sniffles as the flow of tears begin, fingers hastefully dapping away as to not smear your makeup; your only means of perfection that youâve felt in a while.
When you saw yourself in the white dress every little girl dreams of for the first time in a bridal shop far too expensive for the average, then again in the dressing room with hair and makeup done to the nines, it all almost made you forget about the gut-wrenching aftermath once the reception concluded. That you were walking down that aisle with a purpose you would never come to regret.Â
Was it all a foolish fairytale to idolise this facade of beauty?
The hand bearing his ring uses a force so gentle you think itâs the end, that when you look up, he will be gone. That your wedding dress will fade into your everyday jeans and grandmotherâs patchy sweater you treasure too much to throw away, her scent still lingering there to inhale on a bad day.Â
He drives your focus upwards until your eyes meet, your vision hindered behind a blur that wets your lashes as you blink. A vibrant colour of blue that once intimidated you now attends to assure you, to quiet your riled fears, but there is a reluctance to let your guard down this time.Â
His hands cradle your jaw in his hold with a promise to never let you go. To never let you know this fear again.
âI wonât judge. I wonât run in disgust or whatever you think Iâm gonna do. I think my vows can be credited to that, yeah?âÂ
Your bottom lip sinks inward slightly, teeth biting down hard on the plump of flesh, muttering a softly broken, âI-I guess.âÂ
âYouâre scared.â
It is shame that brings your eyes to falter, chin wobbling until it crinkles. âYesâŚâ
Itâs like he could read you, knowing that your next move is to shove him off â push him away â he leans down and presses his lips to your own. Warm, a little roughened yet still retaining a softened plush of texture, he breathes some sort of cooling flame that soothes you if not for a short while. A rattled, sharpened gasp teeters on the edge of your voice and he parts from the kiss with a low and silky drawl. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to, love. We can take our time with this.âÂ
Youâre hoisted into his arms, strength unyielding as he carries you over to the bed and sets you atop the mattress like porcelain. For him, heâs scared how easily it is to break you, no matter how hard you hide this fragility. You use the outside of your hand to wipe at your nose and exhale loudly, mind prattling on with your swirling thoughts.Â
Pathetic.Â
Heâll definitely need a mistress after that display.Â
And all youâre better off getting is a toy.Â
His family will ridicule you. Heâs going to tell everyone that his little wife refused to have sex with him on his wedding night.
Poisonous thoughts. They arenât going away. With a sniffle, you watch Bucky begin to strip himself down, leaving himself to his boxers. However much you admire the act in itself, itâs far too intimate than anything else. The idea of you doing that for him sickens you. You become repulsed by yourself.Â
Your mind is a hideous beast.Â
Like you.
Shut up!
You make this wedding dress look ugly.
âCome on, doll,â Buckyâs voice breaks through the hazardous cloud like a lighthouse awaiting for you ashore, guiding you to safety. He offers you a smile you try to match only to feel your lips twitch, muscles cringing as you keep the well of tears and cries inside. He invites you to join him and you move up the bed. You canât bear to shed the second skin of your dress to reveal the lavish, risque lace and frilly lingerie youâd picked out at the encouragement of your bridesmaids.
You never really gave it much thought before until it was too late. This culture of intimacy you perceive as a threat.Â
Your husband doesnât question you. Instead he lays beside you, arms stretched out to invite you into his embrace. An invite you half-heartedly indulge in, inching yourself awkwardly to his side but remaining to keep some inches from him.
Head laid on the tucked shelf of your arms, hair mused to fall over your features, you intend to wallow in silence until exhaustion overtakes you into sleep.Â
Youâve ruined his day.
âWhat are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?â The question is directed to you, youâre sure. But it also sounds like heâs asking himself for the answer to a riddle he cannot begin to understand.Â
âIâm sorry I ruined your dayâŚâ
The contortion of his features almost has your body locking up into a tightly wound position, the form of his dark brows bevelling in the middle, eyes widening until the blackened pupils shrink into tiny dots.Â
âWhat?â he sputters, âNoâ no, honey. This is our day.â
Our day?
There is a storm of emotion battling in his own eyes, however, he is just as quick to hide it from you. He trails again to caress the line of your jaw, his thumb strokes along your bottom lip. âLove, I will never force you into anything. Not your first time, not your hundredth. You hear me, yeah?â
Your eyes only look to stare at him with a stillness, before you absently nod. Then you turn, putting your back to him. You cannot bring yourself to look at him out of sheer guilt that no matter what, he cannot silence the honest and cruel torment of voices in your head. Not forever. They will find something to pick out and gnaw at to send you into this spiral.Â
If you could do so without the judgement of your husband, you would cry and howl into your pillow for hours until the perfect mirage of your makeup fell apart, youâd spare the dress from being a ridiculed taint by being on you any longer. Youâd be on the phone to your sister pleading for her to keep you company and distract you from this pain, youâd cry into her chest as she held you with all the strength she possessed. Youâd ask your parents to call you beautiful, even though itâs a lie.Â
But you keep it all in. And it breaks you so harshly on the inside that it cuts you like thousands of shards shredding you apart.Â
Youâre not sure exactly how much time has passed between the void of silence. You canât sleep. The tyrannical storm of emotion swarming inside you makes it impossible to even try lest you break and let it all out, letting it show.Â
âB-Bucky?â you squeak, clearing your throat and you hear him hum immediately in response, the weight of him rolling over until his body is a ghost along your back. âCan I⌠uhm, can I ask you something?âÂ
Aside from the odd hiccup and sniffle here and there, you hold firm to sounding as you were before, the bubbly and playful girl Bucky couldnât help but tease until you were a flustering mess, the girl who attempted to flirt back only to fumble over your words and proceed conversation with a shy smile. The girl he fell in love with. The one he gladly stood at the altar for. Before the voices.
âOf course, doll. Anything.â
 Nervously your fingers flex and wind together, thumbing the fabric over your breasts, the enclosed circlet of cleavage pressed closely together. You wish you could giggle at the way you caught Bucky gawking numerous times in supposed awe of you throughout the day. He often is like that every time he sees you though, now that you come to think about it.Â
Supposedly.
Not likely realâŚ
Iâm going to regret asking this, arenât I?
With a heavy swallow coated heavily in your hesitance, you take a breath in hope that proves to fail to settle your nerves. âYouâve been with plenty of girls before me⌠you know how to please them, what didâŚâ you pause upon a whimper, âwere they all the same?â
The amount of strain behind your vocal cords makes you cringe in disgust. You sound likeâ
âNo, they were all different. Unique to each girl.â You can almost sense the way his head props up to look at you. His eyes staring a cool layer of heat into your back. âJust like you.â
âHow can you say that?â Your voice betrays the toxins of a heart and mind poisoned together over far too long. Bucky hears the loathe of self in your words, dry and cynical, unbelieving in his words and your own image. âYouâve never even seen what I look like⌠you donât know how Iâll be, Iâve neverââÂ
Your hands press over your eyes in hope to suppress the tears glassing over your vision.Â
âHey,â Bucky admonishes with a low drawl, tutting you, âhey. Iâm not expecting the fucking grandios of perfect sex. Iâm expecting you and only you. I want what makes you and your body unique.â
You turn your head to see him, chin wobbling slightly. How heâd crawl through hot coals and glass for you, seeing the beauty of what you see are flaws. He then grins and for a moment, it disturbs you how he could smile when youâre like this.Â
âI wasnât the best for my first time. In fact, Iâm telling youââ
âBucky, no, you donât have to,â you interject with a stifled cough. You shoot to sit up and your husband follows, chuckling.Â
âNo, I will tell you I was shit at sex. Horrible. My first timeââ
Your hands paw and pat at his mouth to silence him to no avail, your chorus of hiccups and sniffles turn into shy giggles.Â
âIâcouldnâtââ
You giggle a little louder this time. âShush, Bucky! No-ho!âÂ
âCouldnât evenâ find the clââ
Your fingers are a heavenly pillar even as they hold his lips prisoner from speaking aloud. He smirks behind them and plants delicate kisses to them, enamoured by the faint smile on your face and the softness of your eyes. Seeing you cry and be tied to these human emotions makes a fire burn in his chest. Like for the longest time, heâs finally found someone who can make him feel whole. If only he could help you feel the same. In the make of those blue, puppy dog eyes, you crack and scoff out a snort. âNew Yorkâs infamous Mob LordâŚâÂ
He beams from ear to ear at the unfinished implication, taking the time to fall so hard in love with you all over again. He leans his forehead against yours with a rumbled, âMhm.â
Mascara smudged under the barrage of wet lashes and tears, your lips part with a shaky breath. âBucky?â
He hums again, so you press on, throat suddenly tight. âDo you think you could make me feel that way?â
His response is instant, deep voice trailing along the bridge of your neck, much like it had done earlier as his arms circle the lower curve of your arse and hoist you until you balance atop his thighs, keeping his weight on his haunches. âMoya zvezda, that and more.âÂ
Your arms drape over the burly muscle of his shoulders, breath mingling with his in hot gusts laboured with anticipation, you hear him groan as you ever so slightly lower your hips against his and he pushes you that little higher on the pedestal he holds you on, itâs height greater than any earthly accomplishments men can dream of.Â
Itâs why youâre his star.Â
I love this man.
With all my heart.Â
His front presses fully into you, he works to weave one hand beneath the shower of your gown and feeling along the sheer stocking attached to your garter; he groans again, more feral sounding in his sensational marvel of how perfect you are. How blessed he is to be the one to touch you like this. To hold and have you so intimately.Â
At his touch, your body erupts with a shudder, momentarily staggered by the electric push and pull and thriving buzz between your legs; though the stir of arousal isnât foreign to you, it certainly is a stark contrast with his attentive action.Â
His lips smother the embers of your trembling gasps with a kiss, passion tasting as a fine wine on his tongue. The kiss is paced slowly to attend to your cautious nature, an utter surety that he wonât make any move against you. You take no part in stopping him as he pushes aside the obstructive barrier of your panties.Â
The way his fingers are gentle to stroke your core has you keening, teetering on a choked whine, his work deliberate in focusing on the pearl of your sensitive clit and the slickened beginnings of your folds. His hands that have sinned many times now amend themselves with the purity of worshipping every inch, exploring you with the intent to please. His thumb rolls in drawn circles, eliciting from you mewls and heated pants of air too heavy to stay in your lungs, cooing at your slow induction.Â
âAtta girl.â
Iâm alright.Â
âYouâre doing amazing.â
Iâm safe.Â
His two fingers run along your entrance, causing your spine to arch slightly and he smirks, pulling from the kiss.Â
âYou like that, doll? Yeah?â he asks smoothly, seeing you nod shakily with eyes half lidded.Â
Your hands entangle themselves to the bedded roots of his hair, tender as you can to pull with each spark that has your stomach tying knots and your muscles tensing, his thumb begins to roll a little harder and faster. At hearing the apparition of a moan escape you, he applauds you with his encouragement despite the way your hand covers over your mouth to silence these noises.
âFuck, please again, zvezda. Please.â
âI want to hear you.â
âPlease⌠fuck you sound so beautifulâŚâ
In your stun over his pleas, your hand lowers away and you continue to let your moans lull him, hips moving at a slow crawl against his fingers that press to your core and with a single look you let him know youâre willing. He fights the tantalising grip of your fingers to reach your lips as he pushes two fingers past your folds. Your gasp is a sharp sound to his ears, one of alert that he seeks to comfort you through the kiss.
The trajectory to pull your hips away stabilises and you begin to find that rhythm with each grind and thrust onto his fingers, the waves of pleasure coming from your clit has your stomach tightening.Â
âB-BuckyâŚâ you whisper and he swallows your words with a deep moan. Your walls clench around the intrusion of his fingers, moreso when he adds a third, curling them as if to beckon your body furthermore to his touch, to yield your fears and let him set alight that bloom inside your core and unto your bliss.Â
You pant harder, âBângh⌠Bucky⌠th-there.â
âRight there?â He asks with a sultry grin. Your voice comes out in a strangled response. âMâmhm.â
The voice of your whine is his commandment. He installs a level of dedication at gently fucking you with his fingers right where you needed him â wanted him. That swell inside you grows and grows, furthering into a maelstrom that leaves your body shivering, unexpected of where this sudden burst will implode.Â
âGood girl, youâre doing so well, doll,â he praises with a low timbre, groaning with a prided grin when you tug a little harder at his hair, your softer nature betraying to act out this darker side of yourself; this almost forbidden wanton.Â
I feelâŚ
Your hips move to become greedy and much to Buckyâs approval, feeling the swollen bulge of his cock straining against his boxers has you weak and some instinct to move against it drives you, a louder moan slipping past your lips. Buckyâs mouth leaves a heated trail of passionate nips and teasing flutters of kisses against your neck, spoiling you.Â
You gasp and your hands fly to his shoulders to hold you at bay, the sudden shockwave a prelude to ride as your orgasm ascends upon you, he hears the feverish whimpers you make and he purrs, pumping his fingers, âThatâs it, love, let go. Câmon, let me feel you cum for me. Iâve got you.â
The suppression of a scream hides in your chest, leaving only a choked sob to rack through you as you thrust and claim your first release, a hot flush of white behind your eyes blinds you, your muscles convulse in tensing and relaxing as you ride out your high.Â
Your arms that wound around his shoulders squeeze a little tighter in your recovery, your breath timed to slow down after a few minutes but your body remains to quiver against him. The form of his aroused cock clear and unhidden has your core weeping for more.
âThere you go, thatâs it,â he coaxes softly with a smile while he eases a kiss to the corner of your lips, âhowâre you feeling?âÂ
âG-good⌠really like⌠wow.â The words come out jumbled to you, as if you were still influenced by the strong wine at the reception, having made you reserve your consumption to a very limited amount.Â
Bucky hums and withdraws his fingers, leaving you to mewl at the loss. The sight before you has you in some chokehold, a crimson heat flushes into your cheeks and down your neck, rendering your blood into fiery rivers beneath your skin, a sudden jerk picking up in your heartbeat as Bucky cleans the slick of your release from his fingers, the crystalised shade of blue dimming with a certain darkness as the taste of you rolls over his taste buds.Â
Heâs tasting meâŚ
He moans with a thunderous growl. âFuck⌠you taste amazing,â he grins, teeth gleaming with that cute, charming esteem.Â
I do?
The warmth in your cheeks glows ten fold, bringing a sight for Bucky to admire. That cute girl whoâs face becomes rosy with embarrassment. Itâs like he could read your mind and the way he says your name has you at a loss of breath, drawing your attention back to the shine of his eyes.Â
âYou are exquisiteâŚâÂ
Following in action as the continuation of his proclamation, his hand finds the spine of your dress and upon reaching the apex between your shoulders. He seeks to pause and his eyes seek out your permission, brows slight to bevel. âMay I, Mrs. Barnes?â
The crescents of your palms brush the exterior of his stubble, every inch of your hands covered by the sensational prickling that leaves you like putty. How he stares at you with this amass of love and fondness that feels overwhelming at times.Â
Heâs just so⌠perfect.
The return of tears glasses over your eyes and you smile, brightly and toothy and nod, cupping his jaw in your hands before you press a softened kiss to his lips. You feel it in unison with him; it steals the breath from you both.Â
âYou may, Mr. Barnes.â
With your approval, he draws the zip undone. Anticipation lines your nerves like a trail of gunpowder ready to be set ablaze. Heâs testing the waters, ensuring that this is what you want and when you give no indication of refusal, he glides the dress from your shoulders, revelling in the delicate sculpt of your body; the warm, ambient light hitting the surface creates a heavenly glow upon your skin. With the overhanging light above, it frames a golden halo around you as his sights steer upwards.Â
Your gown drapes a sultry form over you, accentuating the mounds of your breasts pushed close together and the nakedness of your shoulders and neck. Bucky growls under a vice of hunger. But something lays in the glassy waver of his stare.Â
âPlease be real?â
His voice barely rises above a near shattered whisper. A man who fears losing you just much as you fear losing him. His voice pleads with you. Your lips part, jaw coming to drop slightly as your eyes widen.
Please be real for me?
âI-I am, Bucky. Iâm realâŚâ
The man before you exhales loudly, gasping for breath to keep himself drowning. âGood. Because I want this to be real.â
He doesnât waste another moment. His mouth clashes against yours, hunger succumbing as he ravishes you with the heated intensity of his kiss, tongue running a pleaful line along your bottom lip. You part them and he awakens the stir of arousal flooding through your veins, tongues dancing in an artistic battle for dominance he undeniably wins. You moan a muffled song and he drinks every lyric of it, intoxicated by it.Â
His hands are wild in their exploration, peeling your dress lower to reveal the laces and frills of your lingerie, not permitting you to shy away and hide from him this time, his hands feel every inch of it, mesmerised by the way it fits to you so beautifully that even the most talented of sculptures would struggle to capture your raw and enticing beauty to its complete and apex design.Â
Your hands scour to claim the roots of his hair again. This time, you hold no restraint and he loves it. He loves the radiance of confidence you find in every following second. You are claiming what is rightfully yours as his wife. As his one love that he will kill and die for without question. Though time and mortal breath dares to intrude and part you, you find ways around the schemes, momentarily gasping for air within the clash of your lips, too far entranced to pull away.Â
His hands glide up your sides until his thumbs are able to tease your stiffened nipples through the thin fabric, groaning at the noises you create from it, his touch sending those blissful tingles throughout your body. When time comes to see you both departed from your kiss, you each still remain to linger, tasting one another in the inch spared between you, chests heaving madly and brushing together. Dress pooled to a rolled belt over your waist, Bucky drinks in every detail of your body.Â
Why does he look at me like that?Â
His nose buries into you, nestling into the warmth and softness of your body as he utters phrases of praise to your skin, a trail of his devotion painted upon your skin with the invisible ink of his love and adoration for you.Â
âYou feel what you do to me?â he asks, strong hands guiding your hips down to roll in unison with his, the swollen mound of his erect cock still suffering in confinement has you hiccuping in your stun.
Though your voice is light, you nod as you answer. âYes.â
âThatâs how fucking hot you are,â he says with a deep, velvety drawl, his words slightly muffled by the way his mouth caresses you. âYou have me so hard right now, fuck, the things I wanna do to you, doll.â
His confession has you blushing.Â
He canât possibly mean thatâŚ
He canât help himself. Heâs a man enslaved at your whim. Though you try to bring this madman to his senses with an embarrassed huff of his name, he only leans in to claim your lips with his, the melding of hunger brings you both into that feverish haze again. Tongues entangled with one another, Buckyâs hands paw and pluck the garments of your lingerie from your form, peeling away the details of floral patterns and lacy sheer to feel the heat of skin below, the way your muscles twitched under his touch.Â
You moan between the kiss and allow your hands to feel the soft tresses of his hair between your fingers, carefully weaving through the darkened locks and nails scratching at the roots against his scalp, a rumbling purr escaping him.Â
The rock of your hips move together, a desiring fire burning in your core to the point it borders on a painful ache between your legs. Your dress is discarded, left aside with your undressed garments to be reclaimed at a later time. He lays you on your back, your head nested atop the plush cushion of the pillows, bodies flush together without leaving so much as a morsel of space apart.Â
Entrapped by his lustful kiss, you thrust and grind your heated sex against him with shocking eager, a whine is tugged from your throat, unsure.
Bucky is quick to assure you of your arousal, that its intoxication is a vice wanted. He uses one arm to support his weight above, caging you, as his other takes hold of your thigh and gropes at it fervently while somewhere in the mixture haze his boxers are tossed aside. His swollen tip oozes with glistening, droplet streams, his size heavy and long that has a gasp escaping you.Â
Wâwill he fit?
Such worrisome thoughts are snuffed out like speckled embers as he deepens the kiss, tongues gliding together and moans and limbs entangle. His tip brushes over the sensitive spot of your clit and your hips take languid actions against his practised thrusts.Â
âItâs going to hurt at first,â he mutters across the skin of your jaw, âbut it wonât for long. Iâm right here, moya zvezda, I promise.â
A crystalline glint appears on the waterline of your eyes, a tender smile on your lips as your lips connect with a chaste kiss.Â
âIâm ready, BuckyâŚâ
His blue eyes take the time to carefully read your expression. For a man so immersed in being so gentle and caring with you, you have come to know that with the very same hands he caresses you with â he has broken jaws, bloodied and bruised noses and strangled the very life of more than one person. He can tell when a man is lying just by looking into his eyes.Â
He sees youâre telling the truth. That you want this with him. You want him. Cock nudging at your folds, you push your legs a little wider to better accommodate his size after hearing him chuckle at the crimson blush creeping into your face, flustered at the thought of his entire cock sheathing inside you.Â
âGonna fit all of me, my sexy little wife?â heâd teased with a wink.Â
His eyes retain their focus with yours as he pushes the head of his cock into your cunt, meeting the slight of resistance and surged forward, a sigh heavily laced on his breath that has his head bowing to press his forehead to yours, eyes scrunched tightly.Â
A hitched note on your throat is silenced, cut out with a high pitched whine as he sinks deeper and deeper, breaching past the wall of your hymen. Your nails mark their bite into his shoulders and down his back with angry red scars, tracing over the blackened inks already imprinted there.Â
Your walls constrict around the intrusion of him with a searing pierce that brings your tears to streak down your temples, chin slightly trembling, you feel Buckyâs lips hover over yours.Â
âO-ow,â you mewl, âIt hurtsâŚâ
âIâve got you, zvezda, Iâm here.â
Your chest feels tight, suffocated, but his words comfort you. You cling to him tighter, thighs trembling at his sides and you feel his hand resume its place there, gentle to knead and rub soothing circles as he coaxes you through the blight of your pain.Â
âFuck baby, you feel so good,â he whispers to your lips, the crinkle of a smile forming on his features. Just as quickly as it had come, the pain subsides and you feel so full at the point where your bodies meet, you finally nod for him to continue.Â
He goes slowly.Â
He sets a rhythm paced to ease you into the forcing motion of his cock gliding through your hot, velvety walls that clamp and shudder with each movement he makes. Your gasps turn to softly sung moans as you begin to grind your hips to meet his and he smiles down at you. âThere you go, love. Thatâs it, youâre taking me so well.âÂ
âThis body⌠so perfect, so beautiful⌠I love it, I love you.â
Another moan escapes you. He heaves a deep breath with every thrust, still focusing hard to keep this steadiness, until you moan for him,Â
âBucky⌠please, I-I needâŚâ
âWhat do you need, love? Tell me.â
âIâ need moreâ please.â
He groans, the thought of ruthlessly fucking you with abandon crosses his mind in flashes, the way youâd look spread out while being pummeled by his cock that ruts into your pretty pussy until youâre stuffed full of his cum that it overspills as a creamy ring around his girthy base.Â
To fuck you the way of a mafia lord.Â
âYou want that, sugar?â he asks, his voice sudden to drop lower into a silken, deepened purr with a darkened smirk. âYou want to be fucked the way a mafia queen should be? Hâhmph, you want it harder? Faster?â
You choke on the release of your words, sounding breathless, âY-yes!â
Your walls clench tight around him, a series of moans spilling from your parted lips as he then picks up his pace, the incentive of your permission driving him to thrust harder, his hand fists and squeezes the flesh of your thigh within his grasp, holding you fast to him as he strikes deeply into your pussy. His muscles bend, curve and tense and your hands greedily explore every single portion of him, granting you this chance to be upheld by the prison of your thoughts that may hold you back later.
You howl, whine and cry â all for more, for him to keep going, to not stop. His body arches over yours, hands now ahold of you at the hips he uses the advantage of his strength and position to forcefully piston himself back and forth, back and forth until youâre writhing beneath him Your hands attach themselves to the veiny reins of his wrists, your hips arched up until your lower half is lifted for his leisure to fuck into that spot that has you seeing an galaxy of stars.
âBuckyâ Bucky, oh Bucky!â you cry out.Â
âFuckâ yeah baby, fuck you sound beautiful, shitâ baby, keep screaming my name, I want to hear you.â Each word is intensely laced with an exerted breath or guttural groan. âFucking hell, zvezda, you look fucking amazing like thatââÂ
âYouâre taking my cock so well.â
âIâm never getting over the sight of this.â
His eyes burn with lust at the sight of your breasts bouncing without restraint, the shudder of your body with each clash of your thrusts, how your face contorts so beautifully with pleasure and the holstered grip of your legs hooking around his waist repeatedly only to falter each time after several pumps, only kept upright by his hold. A knot coils inside you, a tidal wave of pleasure coursing through your veins that sets your nerves aflame and your vocal cords to strain with every sound you make. The more and more he slams his cock into you, your neck is forced to arch back against the pillows with a pleasured shriek.Â
You call out to him, âBucky, Iâ Iâm gonna⌠ah!âÂ
âCum for me, doll, I wanna feel how tight your pretty pussy is around me.â Your back arches further as his tip continues to hit that spot and the sensational toying of his thumb rolls on your clit, eliciting a flourish of sparks to ignite until youâre suddenly overcome with a flush of white, that euphoric hit crashing over you while heat pours into every inch of your skin with your eyes rolling back.
You chant his name like a sacred prayer, the meaning of your vows imbued within your slurred, intoxicated mantra. He pants, hot and heavy in your ear,
âShit, shitâ fuuuck, babyâ âmgonna cum, gonna cum for you. I want my seed in you, I want it in you so bad.â
His thrusts increase, the sound of skin slapping skin is erotically loud. You donât want it to stop. You donât want him to stop and so you beg him to keep going.Â
You continue to whine, low and cooing, walls stretching and clenching around him, milking him of his release that sweeps over him with a long, baritone and throaty moan. His head presses into the crook of your neck to suck at the skin of your collarbone, marking you with dark bruises of his love and possession as he paints your pussy with his seed. The air is faintly filled by the sound of oozing slick of your combined orgasms that leak and drip around his still thrusting cock.
The erratic pace in which his rhythm held eventually wanes, instead he moves to a slow-crawling grind to ease you off your combined highs. His chest rises and falls and you allow your eyes to admire his form above you, A balance of skin and ink layered in a thin coating of sweat, as is your own, the muscles of his body rippling with each motion he makes.Â
His hands release from your hips after heâs lowered you back down to the bed, allowing your body to succumb to the exhaustion undoubtedly taking hold of you. Your gaze meets his own, the colour of them haloed by the shine of tears and his heart yearns for you.Â
He fears heâs done something wrong and his hands quickly raise to caress your face, thumbs stroke over your cheeks.Â
âMoya zvezda, are youââ
âIâmâŚâ you trail off, blinking rapidly to see him through the watery veil and you grin up at him and nod. Heâs relieved to see that smile, coming to mirror it himself.Â
Sheâs okay. My girlâs okay.
You reach your hand up, the warmth of your palm contrasted by the cool adornment of your ring. Bucky leans his face into your touch. âYou stayed⌠you didnâtââ Though your words fail you, Bucky sees what you mean to say in your eyes.Â
âOf course. Youâre everything I ever wantedâŚâ Your brows furrow, touched by the sincerity in his words. Before you is a man whose heart is held in your very hands. And his heart is one you wish to cherish, hold dear and never break. To think you almost bargained him off to another womanâÂ
âHave me again tonight, zvezda. Have me any other night. I promise, I will be there every time, every moment.â
He doesnât want a mistress. He wants me.Â
Those voices are gone, replaced by newer, kinder ones.
Youâre perfect.Â
Youâre beautiful.Â
Iâm not scared anymore. Not with him.Â
You now realise that intimacy was never the threat. The voices in your head were.Â
THANKS FOR READING!
â a note from the author, Did you want some tissues?
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that was mean- nicholas
summary: nicholas was having a bad week and gave you the silent treatment.
warning: argument, crying, happy ending
a/n: i couldn't stop thinking abt this no joke. so ofc i had to write it out
from late at night till he left early this morning for work nicholas has been either quiet rude or both.
we haven't spoken to eachother or not even silents acts of love. nothing.
he cut his alarm clock off and i tried to give him a hug before he got out the bed and he pushed me off of him "not right now" he grumbled and got out of bed
when he left for work i said 'bye' to maybe break the silence shared between us, but i got no response. it was starting to get lonely. i missed my bestfriend that was also my boyfriend
i had nobody to mess with or someone to talk to about my day.
to stop these lingering thoughts i go back to bed to maybe get my mind off of things.
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i wake up around 8 am which was later than the time i usally woke up around, but today was sorta a lazy day.
it was gloomy not much sun was shining, it rained a little here and there. it was more of a slow day for me so the extra rest was very much needed
i text my boyfriend forgetting about the whole silent treatment ordeal.
me: how's your day going so far?? :)
and to no suprise i was left on delivered and soon left on seen. i messaged him periodically throught the day; hoping that maybe he would reply
it was almost time for dinner which normally nicholas cooks cause he's just better at it, but i didn't know when he was coming home or if he would even do it, so i look up some quick easy recipes and nothing struck my fancy but the pizza recipe. cause how hard could it really be?
i put a packet of yeast into my bowl along with some flour, water, oil, and salt. i let that sit for 30 minutes then im back to cooking again.
spreading flour onto the counter and placing the dough onto it; kneading it into a circle shape. this was harder than i thought
i look around for the marinara sauce and i put it into a different bowl and add a few light seasonings.
i paste that onto the dough, then i sprinkle some alot of cheese onto the pizza and my additional toppings bell peppers, spinach, and mushrooms.
i was so proud of myself especially sense i wasnt the cook, out of me and nicholas. i was really excited for him to try what i made but again i highly doubt he would even eat the food.
i put the pizza away into the oven completely forgetting to set a timer and put on a movie while i wait.
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a smell of burning was the first thing that woke me up. "shit shit shit" i repeat totally freaking out remembering i left the pizza in the oven.
i get a rag and ineffectivley wave smoke out the air. when i open the oven it smelled horrible. i was coughing from all the smoke that had entered my lungs.
i take the burning pizza out and throw it into the sink, and hose it down with the water.
thats when i hear the front door open and mentally face palm. "what's that smell?" he asks "i kinda burnt a pizza that i tried to make"
"of course you did" he mutters sounding unimpressed. "and the fuck you mean 'kinda' you obviously did burn a damn pizza" he gestures to the chunk of charcoal burnt pizza
"it's not like i did it on purposes or something if thats what you think" my tone sounding a bit confronting.
"It's smells fucking horrible so open a damn window first off" he took a step closer raising his voice.
"you don't pay for shit so i don't understand why you almost had this place in flames secondly. then you also wanna blow up my phone while im working for crying out loud what do you want from me!" he yelled directly in my face
and im sure he knows by now i hate being yelled at. it's something my parents did and overall doesn't solve anything
i just take it, i didn't wanna fight so i go over to the nearest window and crack it open so the smoke clears.
my eyes watered from all the harsh words he could dish out but not the equal amount of attention "well.. you are- when i was.. ugh s'not my fault" i couldn't get a full sentence out. i felt so belittled in this moment
"im going to bed i don't have time for your stupid ass shit" those words hurt more than he thinks.
he had the most patience for me, always making time for us and now he doesnt.
"that's so mean.. you're being so mean" i wipe some tears that had fallen. i turned away from him silently crying.
the peices of my hair stuck to my tear-soaked cheeks. "wait- I'm sorry please don't cry" nicholas' voice was filled with regret.
i lazily push him away from me but he doesn't budge. his arms wrap around me bringing me into his familiar embrace. "I'm so sorry for being an asshole. I've been having a long shitty week and i know thats not an excuse so you don't even have to forgive me."
"you're everything to me. i swear i didn't mean it." he adds
the unforgettable cruel words he'd said to me earlier shoved ontop of his sweet loving words made me cry more.
i let him hold my trembling body as sobs tore through my chest, each inhale was ragged and uneven.
my hands clutched the material of his shirt "im so sorry sweetheart i never wanna make you cry" he explains in such a low voice, giving my hair strokes in attempt to calm me.
my face still burried into his neck tears now starting to dry away, and my breathing starting to even out. he carried me over to the couch and placed me in his lap
i was drained from all the crying, the tense feeling in my body beginning to melt away when i really started to feel nicholas' touch. my eyes drooped again this time staying shut for longer.
i was too tired to resist the sleep that had tooken over. and being cradled in his arms didn't help.
"I'll order pizza for the both of us alright?" he took me off of his lap and placed me on our couch. then lays one of our throw blankets ontop of me. "can we talk in the mornin'?" is the last thing i remember asking before dozing off.
a/n: can yall tell idk how to make pizza
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simon riley x fem!reader
Imagine holding Simon when he cries.Â
Simon Riley is an incredibly strong man, an absolute force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Since joining the SAS in 2001, he has created a name for himself. A military legendâseemingly more ghost-like than flesh and blood. But that is the farthest from the truth, isnât it? Cause, at the end of the day, he is still human. Youâre his girl, the love of his life. His true loveâhis only love.
You are a source of comfort he somehow found in this shitty, cold world. The home he never had the privilege of experiencing; your arms have provided him with everything he was denied during boyhood. Â
So imagine your Simon arriving home one eveningâdead silentâmerely shuffling his way to where youâre seated comfortably on the living room couch. His duffle bag drops near his leather recliner before the balaclava is tossed to the side. On his face is a certain heaviness, a sadness twisted in his handsome features; his blue eyes are not as bright as they usually are.
You swallow. Did something happen during the mission?Â
âWhat is wrong, baby?â You coo, stretching your arms out wide to welcome him in.Â
Without another thought, Simon tucks himself into your embrace, with his head resting gently on your chest. Against your breast, he can hear your heartbeat thundering away in your chest, moving in a rhythm that matches his. He reckons he is the luckiest bastard in the world, to find a soulmate who compliments him in every aspect of life.Â
He lets out a small sigh, squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his throat closing up as tears begin to well up. His bottom lip trembles before he bites down on it.Â
âSimon,â you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. âWhat happened, my love?âÂ
Another tear, followed by three more. A tiny, shaky exhale. Simon remains utterly still for a moment, not saying anything, untilâŚâItâs my fatherâs birthday today.â His voice is quiet, breathless, unbelievably thick with sheer sadness.Â
Your face falls at that. âOh, Simon.â A sad smile pulls at your lips while you hug him closer, peppering more kisses up and down his hairline, pausing to brush back soft, blonde strands. You say nothing more as he continues to weep in your arms, entire body racking with choked-up sobs and uneven breathing.Â
âI loved him,â Simon rasps out, pulling his face up from your neck. Both his cheeks and nose are a cherry-red, with baby-blue eyes bloodshot and puffy, lined with fresh tears. For a moment, he wasnât the Simon Riley you fell in love with, but the Simon Riley who was five-years-oldâall scrawny, little legged and freshly bruised, hiding behind the bookcase in his parentsâ bedroom.Â
âLoved him so bloody much.âÂ
You donât know what to say. What can you even say? Nothing can heal those wounds, cut so deep in his heart and soul that any slight movement reopens them. âI know you did.â You kiss his nose, minding the mess of tears and snot.Â
His fists slowly tighten, knuckles whitening as all the memories of his father begin to flood through him; they all carry an agonizing sensation, the kind that is too fuckin' painful to discuss aloud, yet too damn gut-wrenching to keep bottled up inside.
âDo yaâŚâ he hiccups, clearing his throat. âDo ya thinkâŚin another lifeâŚ?âÂ
In another life. You think for a moment, carding your fingers softly through his hair. âMaybe, my loveâŚâÂ
Simon nods. âMaybe,â he croaks out, keeping his arms tight around you. There, on the couch, you continue to hold him, letting his torrent of tears soak your shirt; time and time again, your fingers run through his hair in some silent attempt to ease the little boy wailing inside.Â
âItâs okay, baby.â
You kiss his temple.
âYouâre alright. Let it out, baby.âÂ
Heâll be alright tomorrow. You know it. In the morning, heâll be barefoot and content in the kitchen, baking his motherâs special recipe of blueberry and pineapple pancakesâa cup of milk, one egg, blueberries, pineapple, and, of course, the batterâall while waiting for your arms to circle around his chest.Â
But for right now, he is five years old, finally being embraced in arms so warm and loving and protectiveâso unbelievably perfect. The feeling incites more tears.
"Thank you, baby," he mumbles, gently kissing your collarbone; it's a kiss so rich with love, appreciation, and adoration that it stirs up butterflies in your tummy. "For everything."
For everything. Oh, you silly boy. "Simon." You smile down at him, gently caressing his cheek. "For you, my love? I'd do anything."
note: a little drabble for my "let simon riley cry 2024" campaign. thanks!
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College roomate!Jungkook x college roomate!reader- fwb 2 Lovers
You find yourself having to share your room with a very sexually active medical science major who so happens to fancy you. Good thing he´s as charming and spontaneous as you, leading to many crazy parties and places you probably should not be hooking up at. When Jungkook started ignoring all his booty calls after accidentally calling someone by your name, unable to fuck away the thought of you, he knew he was cooked. Would he really leave his playboy antics for that sweet company of yours?
series- one!
content: mild slow burn- fwb2l, roomates, mutual pining, player jungkook that falls devoted to reader, cocky!JK, Confident!reader, psychology major reader, banter, parties, lots of smut (duh)
episode- warnings: mention of weed, drugs, alcohol, the word slut
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"I dont know Jungkook isn't this a little too much?" The mirror in front if you reflects back a clear imagine of you in a very short- barely ass covering- black mini dress.
The occasion for a beautiful, tight black mini dress that ties up in the back with pink silk ribbon, that also has your chest practically spilling out?
Another party your roomate drags you too.
Okay, maybe not drag.
Over the proximity of five months, your charming roomie had become a good friend.
You aren't even sure how it started, maybe the bickering, countless sexual jokes, his ego clashing with yours on the daily or purely that you've spend so much time in the shared dorm,
But Jungkook definitely knew how to match your energy.
From door-dashing food when both of you got high out of your minds, studying for hours together and increasingly stressing each other out to more crazy things, like running from the cops after doing fire crackers in an abandoned building.
You just matched each others freak perfectly.
"If too much means looking sexy then yes, way too much. But you know, nothing to be ashamed of" he answers your previous question, leaning against the doorframe with his muscular arms crossed over his chest.
You shake your head, deciding to just go with the dress.
"Alright, lets go. Who's driving?" He gazes down into your eyes as you walk to the doorframe, heels clicking on the floor with each step.
A small smirk forms on his face, "No one, its a dorm party. Let's both get wasted"
Usually, Jungkook and you agreed that one person always stays sober, to drive back and take care of the other person if something happens.
"I don't wanna drink much Kook, but you let loose eh?" smacking his firm chest, a small giggle leaves your lips.
In return, his eyes go to your chest, pressed together tightly and in perfect view for the taller male to look down into.
His eyes wander back up to your face, every time you giggled it made him want to tease you more
"Sure bunny, but I gotta keep an eye on you if you look this good" the smug look on his face makes you want to scream,
So does the nickname,
It started randomly, kind of
You mentioned that bunnies are your favorite animals, hugging the pink, soft bunny plushie to your chest back when Jungkook and you went to get some stuff for the apartment,
You couldn't help but stop at the sight, plushies always make your heart melt.
He still remembers how soft you looked, adimiring the small plushed animal.
He decided that day to call you bunny, saying that it just suited you,
He also bought you that plushie
You roll your eyes at his teasing comment, looking up into his eyes with a innocent look,
Not failing to notice how good his lip ring looks as he plays with it slightly.
"Oh will you? I think you're just gonna go fuck some random girl again, leave me all alone"
Instinctively, he leans down with the same smug smile still placed over his face.
"Awh.. is bunny jealous? Don't worry, i'll make it quick this time" he winks, patting your head in an effort to mock you
Without getting the chance to say something back, he turns around, walking to the front door with a small laugh leaving his lips.
You decide it's for the better to just walk out with him.
Over the course of these last months, you aren't the only one that got to know Jungkook,
Many, many girls around campus have learned about him in possibly the only way you haven't,
Which is during sex.
It's to no surprise that a very physically attractive, smart and charming guy like Jungkook has girls swooning over him left and right.
Arguably, the fact that he sleeps around quite a lot also shouldn´t come as a surprise.
It did however, take some time to get used to hearing his moans through your paper thin walls,
Sure you were fine with sleeping on the couch like once a week,
Given the fact that you would have to be in the same room, a couple meters apart otherwise.
Sleeping on the very comfy living room couch isn't what bothered you at all,
More so, hearing him tell these girls all sorts of things, hearing his groans and the sound of skin slapping in every lewd way possible.
"You're such a slut"
"Just like that yeah?"
To hear the bed ramming against the wall which each grunt,
Just to go to sleep there the next day, like nothing happend.
It took some time to get used to it.
Get used to the slick running down your inner thighs when you could hear his sounds of pleasure,
Opting for soundproof headphones instead to avoid the need to do something about the way you felt.
Get used to him sending each and every one away after, sometimes crying, explaining that he was honest from the start.
He always told the girls, or so he said he would, that he's just sleeping with them for fun, just once.
One single time only.
Jungkooks has never been the relationship type so he claims,
"I just haven´t really felt more than physical attraction before, and I´m not dying for it either" he revealed in another cross faded open heart conversation, one of many nights.
What's worse is, getting used to him shamelessly flirting and smiling to you after,
As if you wouldn't be just another fuck to him, another girl on his long list, if you were to engage in it with him.
That thought right there, being just another one of his hookups , is precisely why you swore to never sleep with Jungkook, it would change your friendship, the one so perfectly matched.
No matter of ridiculously tempting it is.
The sexual banter would probably stop, given that he "got what he wanted" so to speak,
Even if Jungkook isn't that type of guy, it wouldn't be the same.
"This dorm is huge man what the fuck"
Between the blaring music and some familiar faces, Jungkook's big doe eyes look over the student apartment.
Significantly more spacious than the one on your own, presumably housing 3 people.
"Oh look! Chaewon's here too" you smile, immediately squeezing your way through the crowd to get to her.
"YOU CAMEEE" her bubbly voice rings as she engulfs you in a warm hug,
You laugh, embracing her in the same way she does,
"Wow you look so hot tonight" her mouth lets out a overly dramatic whistle, hands finding their way to your arms.
You smile when her lips form into a flirty smirk, eyes ranking over your figure
"You're one to talk Chae, that skirt is so cute"
It's true, Chaewon's silver mini skirt topped with her black waterfall- neckline top and gorgeous black heels makes for a perfect outfit, only adding to her already present beauty.
If there is one girl in the entire world you would wanna steal the looks from, it would have to be your best friend.
"Oh hi Jungkook" her eyes suddenly dart next to you, where Jungkook is now standing, having his decorated hand clasped around your waist.
You try to ignore how good it feels to have him close,
Chaewon shoots you a look, letting you know she immediately noticed it.
"Hey Chae. Didn't know you were coming" he smiles faintly,
You can't help but watch his eyes, hoping to see if they wander down her body like they normally would if another pretty girl stood in his vicinity.
It never made sense to you, how he hasn't slept with Chaewon yet.
She's stunning, into his looks like most girls on campus and she definitely isn't looking for something serious,
Not even at risk for begging for Jungkook to come back,
Nonetheless, he never once made a move on her.
She points to the kitchen, "I wasn't planning but, Minnie invited me. Want a drink?"
Jungkook and you nod almost perfect in sync, making her laugh and squeeze her way past more people,
You follow behind tightly, now feeling both of Jungkook's hand around your waist as you keep walking,
His breath is suddenly tingling on your neck, softly moving to your ear,
"Gotta make sure i don't lose ya' "
The sound of his voice to closely on to your skin is a sensation that makes you shiver
Every idiot would notice the heavy sexual tension between you two,
You would love to know what it feels like to feel vulnerable below him,
Having him burried inside your own sex and feeling his lips tracing your skin,
But it's of no use, you wouldn't ever give up a friend like him for one time pleasure.
"What do you want?" Chaewon snaps you out of your thoughts, the music is slightly quieter in the kitchen.
Assembled in front of you are lots of bottles, empty solo cups, crates of beer, some strange looking fruity cocktail mixes but most importantly,
A big, full bottle of vodka.
"Four shots, vodka pure please"
Jungkook laughs, leaning against the counter,
"Didn't you say you'd take it easy?" His eyebrow cocks up as he speaks,
"It´s four shots" you reply, rolling your eyes
"You're a lightweight bunny" he winks, turning back to Chaewon
"Give me a moscow mule and i'll be good"
Chaewon smiles, shaking her head as she hands you your first shot
"My pleasure guys"
Four shots quickly turn into four more, the sway of your hips in the music playing, unsure of even the current song, just feeling to good to stop
Feeling the people around you, you keep dancing, maybe stumbling at this point,
Even though you feel your head getting lighter and you're ignoring the burning hurt on your feet from constantly moving on heels,
Nothing mattered with enough shots.
Nothing until you notice that Chaewon,
Who you could feel was just beside you, right there dancing and laughing with you,
Is no where to be found.
Your feet stop momentarily, almost faling over from the sudden halt
Trying to look everywhere between the people, whipping your dizzy head around to find her sitting somewhere, maybe dancing with a guy, maybe mixing another drink
But you can't see her, instead you find the man you came with,
Sitting on a couch with a girl you know you recognize from somewhere, leaning over and whispering something into her ear
Instead of trying to think in your hazy state of mind, you legs are developing a mind on their own, walking over to said couch for who knows what reason,
He smiles at her, rubbing his larger hand over her exposed knee softly,
That's right, you recall now,
She's definitely in your social studies class.
"Kook? Have you seen Chae?" Grabbing a hold of the couch in order not to tumble forward, your words come out slightly slurred.
He removes his hand from her skin, diverting his attention to you,
He seems sober, relatively sober in comparison to your state.
"I think she went upstairs with someone, come sit down you're about to collapse" he pats the other side of where he's sitting, giving you a warm look.
"Actually, we were kind of talking? Is it okay if you sit somewhere else for now?"
Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off you, scoffing as he's standing up from the couch,
She fake smiles briefly, although her eyes look confused,
You think so at least, unable to really make out anything clearly at this point.
"Let's go bunny, we're done here tonight anyways"
With that, you giggle, consumed by the liquor in your system as he escorts you out of the dorm.
Once the cold, july midnight air hits you, you can feel the hairs on your skin stand up,
Legs wabbling, weaker than they were minutes ago distracted by dancing the night away.
You can make out the sound of his laughter, scooting closer to you
"Take your heels off please i don't want you to break any bones"
There is not enough alcohol in the world to make you back down on your pride, sometimes you don't quite trust even your own words,
Like right now,
"No kook i- 'lll be finee" your eyes roll as you begin walking,
"Other direction bunny"
"Right, i knew that"
He shakes his head, wrapping his beautifully painted arm around your naked shoulders, making sure that you really don't go breaking any bones.
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"Remind me why i drank again" your groans catch the attention of Jungkook standing in the kitchen.
Being awake from the sensation of a pounding headache isn't exactly pleasant, even worse when you feel dirty from not having showered the night before.
Automatically, your aching feet take you to the kitchen for a glass of water,
"I thought you died, its literally 2pm" he says while stirring the big pot placed on the counter,
You lean over curiously,
"What'cha making?"
Jungkook grabs two bowls, filling the first one up and sliding it over to you.
"Hangover soup of course, look at your state miss" he puts a spoon in the bowl before pinching your nose,
You punch his arm lightly, inhaling the delicious scent of the boiling hot soup bowl in front of you,
"Thank you kook. What about you? No hangover?"
"Nah. After i saw you taking your sixth shot i figured it's better if someone is stable enough to find the way home" he laughs softly while filling his own bowl.
"Awhhh you're such a sweetheart" you tease, making a pouty face at him, just to piss him off.
He shakes his head, sitting down at the living room table to begin eating a very late breakfast.
With a birdsnest in your hair and the smell of a party, maybe eating is allowed to come second.
"Gonna shower first i feel gross" your arms stretch over your head while you yawn,
There is no state of embarrassment Jungkook hasn't seen over five months, looking like a hot mess doesn't phase you anymore.
He eyes you up and down, a fake judging look in his eyes.
"You smell gross too"
You roll your eyes, "That's why im showering now idiot" you shout from inside the bathroom, already having walked your way over there as he talked.
Ah, it felt so nice to stand under the warm water,
To rinse yourself from the smell of sweat and alcohol and replace it with vanilla,
Feeling the headache slowly fade into the background.
To comb through your wet hair, making it soft with a hair mask.
To step out, dry yourself off and slip into fresh clothes.
"Wait"
You look around the bathroom, wrapped in a tiny towel over your half wet and naked figure,
Noticing that you failed to bring new clothes inside the bathroom, having been too occupied with showering fast to go and eat Jungkook's brunch.
"Jungkook!" You shout, hoping he can hear,
"Yeah?" He shouts back, still sitting at your dining table, kind of expecting the worst.
Usually when you shout his name like that it´s never good.
"I forgot my clothes! Can you bring me some?"
He gets up immediately, sighing in relief "What do you need?"
You think for a second, of course he's seen your laundry before, you gave up on separating the clothes long time ago.
However, you made sure to always keep the more.. sexy underwear in your care.
"Nevermind i"ll get it myself" you shout again, at which he groans
"I'm literally on my way, give me three minutes"
And so he does, walking into your guy's room, to open your side of the closet.
Grabbing a random shirt and a pair of joggers, then reaching down to the underwear drawer like it's second nature to him.
He rummages through the unorganized pile of socks and bra's, to find a pair of boyshorts he's seen about two billion times before.
Until he stops in his tracks, stumbling across something that made him bite his lip softly.
He grabs the pair of white, lacy panties that he's just discovered. A little silver heart pendant in the front, barely any material that isn't see through.
His mind runs quickly, thinking about you with nothing but these panties on.
His physical atrraction to you isn't a secret to him either,
Then again, he is attracted to practically any girl.
"What's taking so long i'm fucking freezing" you shout, still inside the bathroom,
Praying that he isn´t inspecting your lingerie.
He shakes his head, deciding to tease you just a little, hiding the panties inside the shirt he chose.
When you hear the footsteps approaching outside the bathroom, you open the door just enough to stick your arm outside.
"Thanks koo" you say while he hands you the clothes, a small smirk already creeping it's way up his face at the thought of your face when you see them,
And the fact that that's what's gonna be underneath your sweats once you walk out.
Finally, you take the clothes in hand, already annoyed when you can't find any underwear,
"Don't tell me he didn´t get me any" you sigh to yourself,
Until,
"This annoying little-",
The pair of your precious white panties falls to the floor.
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I was all over her.
pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female! reader
warnings: angst, sad Aemond, minor spoilers from hotd s2 ep 2, 3, and 4, not much smut but MDNI!!
WC: 4517
summary: when the world turned their back on him, she didnât.
Don't know what I wanted, I have a memory
Throughout Aemondâs life, he remembers how much he wanted to be seen.Â
By his father,
by his mother,
by his brother,
by the whole world.
He wasnât the heir to the throne, he didnât have a dragon like his brothers or sister. He was weak and nothing. He spend his days being teased and bullied relentlessly by his brother and nephews. They had venomous tongues and big sharp teeth. He hated the way he is.
But when the world turned their back on him, one person remained.Â
She was a Tyrell, born not long after his mother gave birth to his youngest brother Daeron. His grandsire and mother are close to her parents since the Tyrells and Hightowers are two houses that are closely related.Â
When he first met her back in oldtown, he saw her as a meek and shy young girl. He hated it. Because it reminded him of himself. But his hatred grew when he saw how well she gets along with Aegon, Daeron, even Helaena. Maybe he doesnât hate her, maybe he just hates how heâs nothing like her.Â
Likeable.Â
Then it all changed in one summer evening.Â
He was reading at the great library of oldtown, away from the world as he read about his great ancestors of old valyria and dragons. Dragons he longed to have. Like Aegon with sunfyre, Helaena with Dreamfyre, even Daeron with Tessarion. Then he heard a thud.Â
Looking back from his seat, he saw no one was in the empty library but him.Â
When he returned to his book, he heard another thud.Â
Shutting the book with frustration, he began to look for the source of the sound that disturbed his peace. Walking deeper between old tall shelves, he took a turn to the left and sawâŚher.
Younger and smaller than him, but the Tyrell girl grunts as she climbs the bookshelf. Strong but mighty. The way her silly tongue sticks out as sheâs so persistent to reach a book at the tallest shelf. He cleared his throat as he looked down, noticing many books had been scattered around the floor for her to climb.
She turned to him with a surprise stare.
âPrince Aemond!âÂ
As a child, she squeaks like a squirrel
Aemond thought to himself.
âWhat are you doing up there?â Aemond asks curiously. âI..Iâve been trying to reach that book!â She says as she still tries to reach the book at the highest shelf.Â
âYou will hurt yourself,â Young Aemond sighs.Â
âCan you help me, my prince?â she asks as she jumps down from the shelf.Â
âNo-â
âPlease!â
âAbsolutely not-â
âYouâre far much taller than me!â She says pointing at his height.Â
Even as children, he has always been taller than her.Â
Aemond sighs, knowing what heâs about to do.Â
And he did it.Â
Not for his own pride, but for her.
âOh thank you!â She thanked him with a smile when he easily reached and took the book sheâs looking for. The girl hugged the huge book in her arms. âIt wasnât a big deal, whatever,â Aemond says, acting nonchalant while he dusts off his clothes. âIt is though, I wouldnât have been able to reach that book if you werenât here!â She says with a bright smile.
Heat rose up to his cheeks. No one ever âreliedâ on him before.Â
âBiarvose,â he muttered under his breath, not wanting her to know. But she heard him and tilted her head with curiosity. âAre you speaking high valyrian? It sounds lovely! Can you teach me?!â She asks cheerfully.
âWhat, no Iâm not-â
âPlease! I want to at least learn something new!â The girl says excitedly. Before he could answer, she grabbed his arm and dragged him to their seats in front of the fireplace. âIâm a fast learner, I promise!â She says as she sits down beside him with a smile.
Canât believe heâs doing this.
ButâŚit felt nice. The way she wanted him to teach her. She couldâve asked Aegon or DaeronâŚyet she chose him.Â
âItâsâŚâ
He mentioned her name. He liked how her name rolled off his tongue.
ââŚTyrell, right?â
She nods.Â
And since that day, and for the whole summer he taught her high valyrian in the library. Word by word, he was patient to teach her. He hates to admit it but she actually was a fast learner.Â
She was his first true friend.
She was the first person who makes him feel like he has a purpose in life.Â
Until they took his eye.
Just a year after he knew her, by the time he turned 10 he had claimed Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon in Westeros. But for a price, which was his eye.
He became the same boy who hated the world.Â
Never came back to oldtown or any places except the red keep. Afraid what the world might say about him. How ugly he looked with his scar, one of his eye missing, but most of all he was afraid of what SHE might say about him. Afraid of rejection, how sheâll stop spending time with him.
His thoughts were interrupted when his mother came inside his chambers. Bringing in the young Tyrell.Â
âAemond, sheâs here to see you,â Alicent says, in a slight pleading tone. For he has shut himself out from the world when the maester stitched him. It hurts and it will hurt even more if he knew that all that people will see in him was a monster.Â
âGo away,â he says coldly, his chair facing away from the door.
âAre you feeling any better?â Her sweet gentle voice asks as Alicent has her arm around the little girl.
Sometimes he just wants to run and hug her for comfort. For she was his escape from this cruel world. Her optimism makes him alive. He didnât want to lose that.
âI said go away,â his hands gripped the arms of the chair.
âI brought you-,â
âI SAID GO AWAY!â He shrieks, stepping down from his chair and throwing his cup at her direction as he turns around, accidentally showing her his scar. His true self.
Alicent quickly tried to shield the young girl as she screamed. Shielding her from him.
From him.
âAemond!â Alicent scolded her son.Â
Yet his motherâs scolding didnât matter to him. He saw his friendâsâŚhis only friend terrified expression. He scared her. He hurt her. Just like how the world hurt him.
He took a step back.Â
âIâŚIâm sorry,â he says lowly before returning to his chair.
He wanted to cry. But it hurts if he does.
Then he heard slow and tiny footsteps.
And sheâŚshe placed a toy dragon at the table. As her hands tremble.Â
âI carved Vhagar for youâŚfather taught me how to carve.â
The young girl says bravely. Yet Aemond wasnât brave enough to meet her eyes. Not after he hurt her. So he says nothing.Â
âGet well soon, my prince,â she curtsied and hurriedly returned to the Queen. Leaving him alone in his cold and empty room. Only the sound of crackling fire filled the room. Aemond loved silence but this timeâŚhe hated it.Â
So he reached out, taking the wooden figure of his dragon into his hands. And by the time Queen Alicent returned to his chambers, she found her son asleep in his chair.
Holding the little dragon in his hands, close to his chest.
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Back at that party, I was all over her
The death of Prince Lucerys Velaryon was at his fault and he couldnât deny it any more.Â
Kinslayer. Thats what they call him now.
His betrothal to one of Borris Baratheonâs daughter came to an end once Vhagar snapped her sharp teeth onto Vermaxâs body. No one wanted to marry a Kinslayer.
A crippled and a kinslayer.Â
What a fucking combo.Â
But he firmly believed that everything that has happened to him was meant to be. Because if it werenât for it, he wouldnât be shaped as he is now. And he has to be better. Every sword training, every lessons, and at every war..he must be the best.
But that little boy inside of him still clings onto him till this very day.
Especially when his mother mentioned her name.
For he shall now marry her to strengthen the allieagance between their house and the Tyrells. They needed this. And he shall do it for them.Â
He convinced himself it wasnât personal and he doesnât wish to meet her and just arrange the marriage ceremony. Secretly afraid for what sheâll think of him now.
A kinslayer, a crippleâŚa monster.
For they have not met again since that very night in his chambers.Â
And when he saw her gain at the grand sept for their wedding, may the gods help him.Â
She has grown into a woman. Not a young child anymore.Â
She smiled to her family, giving them a nervous thin smile.Â
Does he makes her nervous?
Does he scare her?
The ceremony was done in the sept. Not a grand wedding like any royal ceremony would be for they are at war and itâs ignorant if they host a grand wedding in the midst at war.
He couldnât help but to stare how different she is now. How reserved and mature her body language is as she gracefully walks around with her long dress dragging through the cold stones of the sept. She wasâŚbeautiful.
âMy prince,â she says as she curtsied. Even her voice has changed. Now it felt as if honey were dripping down her tongue.
âMy Lady,â he greets back stoically. Not wanting her or anyone to read his mind.Â
âHow are you, my prince?â she whispers as the ceremony begins. Still making small talk as always, yet he yearns for it. Heâs deeply grateful that she still wants to talk to him. Yet it has been awhile since he properly talked to her, it made him nervous. âI am well,â he whispers back. His healthy eye looked into hers as they were pronounced husband and wife. He finds nothing but nostalgia in her eyes. She is just how he remembered her.
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We didn't make out or do anything
I just remember I was lonely
He didnât like the idea of a bedding ceremony.
Where people would see himâŚand her.
Itâs unnaturalâŚand unfitting.Â
So he ordered for the bedding ceremony not to be done. But he promised that he shall take her that night and they can inspect the bedsheets in the morning.
When he stepped into her chambers, he found her anxiously standing beside the bed. A weird tense atmosphere swept the room.Â
âI..,â she wants to speak.
âI would like to say thank you forâŚnot letting the bedding ceremony to happen-â
What is this? Does she not want everyone to see us together?
His anxious mind and overthinking took power over him.
âWho said it was done for you?â He snapped at her as he closed the door.Â
Shit. He did it again.
And she was quiet once more.
I scared her again.
âButâŚstillâŚI still want to thank youâŚmy pr-â
âHusband,â he sternly says walking past her.
âPardon?âÂ
He took a jug filled with wine and poured it onto his empty cup. He at least needed a cup of wine if he wanted to bed her right.
âI am your husband now, am I not?â He asks, not looking at her.Â
âOh yesâŚhusband,â she says with a nod, fiddling her skirt.
Aemond turned around and took off his attire and was left with his tunic, yet she just stood there beside the bed, not being able to move.Â
She was nervous.
He looked at her, unsure what he should do. Should he comfort her? Should he take her quickly so they didnât have to endure this pain together? No- no no no he didnât want to hurt her.
Then he saw her slowly opening her nightgown. Her hands trembling like when he hurt her as a child. She slips her nightgown over his chest-.
Itâs been awhile since he saw a womanâs body.
The last time wasâŚ..wasâŚ
âStop.â
She curiously looked up to him, only halfway through from being naked. âI-is there something wrong?-.â
âNo,â he quickly answered, looking down with shame.
Yes. There is something wrong.
When Aegon took him to that brothelâŚat the age of 13..heâŚhe couldnât- it scarred him.Â
Sheâs not like them. Sheâs not like that whore.
Itâs only her, itâs just her!
His mind battling inside his head as he stood at the other side of the bed. He blamed Aegon for ruining something that should be meaningful for a man and woman. Ruining something that shouldâve been meaningful for him and her. He blamed the brothel, he blamed his brother, and foremost he blamed himself.Â
He canât bed her.
Not like this.
âWe mustâŚdo our duty,â he says, trying to mask his insecurity and vulnerability in front of her. Trying to mask the same 13 year old boy who was terrified when he stepped into the brothel for the first time.Â
He didnât dare to look up. He didnât want to see her being disgusted by hi-
âYet you donât want to,â her voice was gentle and kind. Not a hint of mockery at sight.Â
âI-â
âI donât want to do this either.â
He looks up, finding her shielding her chest with her nightgown. That sight aroused him terribly. He wanted to touch her, wanted to make her happy and satisfied. He wanted to make her smile. Yet he saw the same little girl that admired him as a child. He didnât want to fuck her, he wanted to make love with her.Â
But he didnât know how to.
So he justâŚstood there. The two of them stood there and said nothing.Â
Just as he thought all hope was lost, she puts on her nightgown and stepped away from the bed.Â
Sheâs leaving.
Sheâs disgusted by me.
âWhat are you-.â
She took a butter knife and roughly slits her palm, letting blood drip to the bed.Â
He stared at her.
âThere. Theyâll think I lost my maidenhead,â she says with a little smile plastered on her face. âNo one will know.â
His eye drifts into her still bleeding palm. He groaned walking towards her, ripping a cloth and wrapped her bleeding palm with it. âMittys,â he muttered under his breath. She chuckles, âYou havenât taught me that word yet.âÂ
And for the first time in a lifetime, a genuine amused smirk was plastered across his face. âStay still,â he ordered, tightening the cloth on her palm.Â
When he was done, she gazed up at him for a moment. âHow long has it been?â She suddenly asked. âI have not been counting,â Aemond replied, still holding her scarred hand. She slowly then pulled him to bed, sitting down. âYou must stay for awhile. Or else theyâd be suspicious.âÂ
Gods be good.
She was too kind for him.Â
And he joined her, laying on the bed side by side. He wonders if sheâs still afraid of him as their hands brushed against each other. He never realized how much he craved for her touch. Wondering what it feels like to be held by her. Would she be gentle? Or would she push him away?Â
âUsĹven,â he muttered, looking at her. Apologizing for that night.
She turned her head to look at him. And smiled.
âI forgive you.â
-
I guess I am always, it's not a problem
It's just something, I got used to it
It got worse.
His yearning for her.
He was afraid to touch her, for he did not want to touch her like a whore. She was his equal. He didnât want to hurt her.
So he lets all of his frustration to Madame Sylvie. He was attached to her even before his wife returned to his life, yet her presence made him worse. With the warâŚand his guilt for the death of LucerysâŚand now the presence of herâŚit frustrates him. Every single time he fucks that whore, he thinks of her. He imagined that it was her in bed.
Imagined that it was her holding him.
At Least he could keep her safe from him.
He didnât mean for it to happen. He never meant for it to happen in the first place.
But when he returned from his sins back to his sacred sanctuary, he finds nothing but horror in the keep.
They murdered his nephew.Â
Prince Jaehaerys.Â
A son for a son.
It was his fault his nephews were dead.Â
It was supposed to be him whoâs dead. Whose head should be beheaded. Not his nephew. Not anyone.Â
After inspecting his chambers, he rushed to his wifeâs room. Finding her in bed, holding Helaena and Jaehaera as the three girls cried. He saw how terrified the three of them were, but he noticed how she cradled his sister and his niece. Whispering nothing but reassurance to them. âItâs okay, theyâre gone nowâŚyouâre both safe,â he heard her. She has always taken care of Helaena and the kids well.Â
Noticing his presence, his wife looked up, finding him unable to move from the doorway. She lets go of her grieving sister in law and niece as she walks to him. Her eyes were teary and red.Â
Oh how he hates to see her cry.
He looks down at her, cupping her cheek with one hand.
âWhere were you?â Her question rang through his ear as her voice cracked on the last word she spoke. Guilt consumed him- no. Guilt starts to eat him slowly but surely. Eating him alive as her wife, her sister, his niece, and his brother grieve for the death of the young innocent prince. He couldnât say a word, instead hugging his wife tight as she cried into his chest. Sobbing loudly as the castle was filled with darkness. Not a light of hope in sight.
âNo one will hurt you. I swear it to you. Iâm here..iâm here,â he whispers to his wife as she cried.
He mightâve gotten used to the pain people put on him, but he realized that he would never ever get used to seeing her cry.Â
He would never let anyone hurt her.
He would protect her from the cruel world.
Even from himself.
-
Every stranger makes me feel safer
And every person seems more beautiful
âI do regret that business with Luke, I lost my temper that day. I am sorry for it.â
âThey used to tease me, yâknow? Because I was different.â
He knew he should be seeking comfort from his wife, but he couldnât. As much as she makes him feel like himâŚhe was still afraid his wife would see right through him. To judge him. So he couldnât. Not to her.Â
He feels safer in the arms of a whore, who has no power over him. While his wife, she had all the power to control him if she could.Â
Nights went on and he sneaked out secretly. And no one knew. He was safe. His secret was safe.
Until AegonâŚhad to ruin everything like he always did.
Humiliating him was always his brotherâs hobby.
Blinded with anger, he stomps and storms back to the keep. Wanting his brother and the world to disappear. He wanted to be alone. He hated everything. Yet he didnât realize that a certain someone was still awake.
Closing Helaenaâs bedroom door, lady Tyrell exits the queenâs bedroom for Helaena finds comfort from her sister in law. Just as she wanted to call it a night, sheâs standing face to face with no other than her husband.
âAemond,â she says in surprise.
He froze. He didnât know what to say. All the rage and humiliation were gone in an instant. His face was covered with guilt and fear. âWife,â he answered with a hint of anxiety dripping down his tongue.
âWhere have you been?â She chuckled, thinking that he was just out for a walk or something. In her mind, she would never ever even think that Aemond would be doing things like that behind her back.Â
Aemond stiffened, unable to answer. Before his brother always had to ruin the show.
âLook who it is!â Aegon says as his kingsguard follows behind him. âYour husband hereâŚwell, how do I say it..ah yes, was in the whore house, dear sister,â Aegon cackles, nudging Aemondâs arm before earning a hard punch from Aemond.Â
He saw red. He saw red in his eyes. He hated his brother. He hates him. He shouldâve shut up. He never shouldâve brought him to that place in the first place, he shouldâve never returned to that place!-
âWhat..?â His wifeâs voice slightly trembled.
Even when Aegon was in pain on the ground, he cackled. Obviously still drunk. âYou heard me! He was fucking that whore like a hound!â Aegon continues to say and starts to make howling sounds.Â
Aemond saw how she started to grip her nightgown, her hands trembling. Her eyes were teary, not wanting to cry.
He disappointed her.
Disappointing the only person who has faith in him.
âIâŚI must goâŚsleep well your grace andâŚ.husband,â she says nervously as she curtsied at the two brothers before walking away.Â
He watched her walk away. Not daring to chase after her or call out her name. He wouldnât dare, for he knew he disappointed her deeply. He hurt her again. Like how he did as a child. And now heâs sure she won't come back to him. This was the start of him losing her.
-
She hasn't talked to him since then. What used to be civil and peaceful. Her small talks and smiles werenât present at his presence. She avoided him at all times. To the point where enough was enough. He couldnât live like this. He needed her to talk to him. He doesnât want his marriage to end like his father and his mother. He cares for herâŚheâŚheâŚhe loves her.
And when he blinks, he finds himself standing in front of her chamber doors one morning.Â
He knocked gently.
âCome in,â he heard her sweet voice that he missed from her room.Â
When he enters, he received her sad and surprised expression.
âHusband,â she greeted stoically, looking away.
He then realized how her closet was wide open and empty. Her clothes scattered on the bed as he saw her stuffing her dresses onto her..
âWhatâs this?!â He protested.
âMother said itâs not safe for me to be in kings landing. War is coming andâŚI must go home,â she says in a sad tone.
His heart sank deep hearing her words.
Sheâs leaving.
Sheâs leaving him.
âYou are not going anywhere,â he insisted, roughly taking dresses out of her hands.Â
âAemond-â
âNot on my sight!-â
âBut Aemond-!â
âYou are safe here! With me! With Vhagar!â He exclaims roughly, taking out of her dresses from her trunk.Â
âAemond, stop it!â
Yet Aemond does not answer.Â
âI will keep you safe. Vhagar will keep you safe, no one will never hurt you-â
âBut you did!â
Silence.
Gods, he hated the silence between them.
âYou donât understand,â he grunts as he grips the bedsheets. âHow can I understand if you never let me in?!â She protested, tears streaming down from her eyes. He doesnât even want to look at her. He didnât want to see her cry.
âSee? You wouldnât even look at me! You wouldnât touch me, you wouldnât kiss me, youâŚ,â she points out.Â
Aemond sighs in defeat.Â
It was all his fault.
But then he roughly took off his eyepatch, towering over her, gripping her wrist as he showed his sapphire eye to her. âAnd would you? Would you touch this monster, hm? Kiss this husband of yours whoâs the reason why two innocent boys are killed? The reason why this war STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE?!âÂ
She flinched.
She closed her eyes, scaredâŚwaiting for him to do something to her.
It broke him.Â
âIâŚI..forgive me, I..,â Aemond lowers down his voice and hand, releasing her. Now guilt and shame has finally eaten him whole. He hurt her. Again and again. She deserved better.Â
Then came a knock on the door.
âSorry for interrupting, my prince but..the council awaits your presence,â A guard said to him.
âIâll be there.â
-
Aemond took his time and walked out of her chambers with her as her trunks were carried out from her room. It was present how thereâs a gap between them. He wanted to hold her hand terribly, but he couldnât. Not after what he did to her.
He felt how people were looking. Eyes on them as they walked through the halls of the red keep. He tried one more time to reach his pinky finger to hers but when they touched, she pulled her hand away to rub her other arm.Â
He lost her.
He probably never had her in the first place.
When they reached her carriage, he didnât want to tear his eyes from her.Â
âI would, yâknow?â She suddenly says with her gentle voice.
âPardon?â
âI wouldâŚkiss and touch you,â she repeats. âThe monster you said ofâŚis still my husband. Youâre still my husband,â she emphasizes.
Her words touched him somewhere in the deepest parts of his heart that no one has touched before. It made him frozen and unable to move a single muscle or bone in his body.
âI know that I am not what you needed, and I know that Iâm nothing to you-.â
She was terribly wrong. How wrong she was. She meant the world to him.
She wasâŚeverything to him.
âI hope you will find what youâre looking for in the future.â
He didnât want anyone but her.
They looked back and saw people watching.
Theyâre waiting.
Theyâre watching.
She has always been far much braver than him. So she walked back to him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, just beneath his eye patch. Beneath his scar.Â
âGeros ilas, my loveâŚavy jorrÄelan,â she whispered to him before pulling away and stepping into her carriage without looking back.
And little did Aemond know, that will be the last time he would ever get to see her.Â
In his heart, he blamed the world again.Â
He blamed his brother.
He blamed everyone and everything that took her away from him.
Maybe in another life, the war wouldnât have happened, Aegon wouldnât have took him to the brothel, Lucerys didnât take his eye, and maybe.. he could hold her like a normal person would. Maybe theyâd have childrenâŚand maybeâŚmaybe sheâd stay.Â
But right now, he walks back to the keep to assemble their army. To rookâs rest. To prove his brother and the whole world. To win this war.
For her.Â
a/n: Hello everyone! Iâm Alice and thank you so much for reading! Fyi I used to write on tumblr but my old account was like semi suspended? Idk I couldnât interact with people, I couldnât comment on peopleâs post so now Iâm here and uhh hiđĽšI hope you enjoy this one shot and Iâm only gonna write fics mainly about the Ewanverse so youâre in for a rideđŤśđťđ¤ Iâm gonna write more in the future and thank you for sticking around until the end of this fic! Thank you once againnnđđ
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Missing the happy hormone | S.R.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Content warning: emotional reader, period mention, fluff
Word Count: 1.8K
Summary: Apparently Spencer Reid could make anything better - even the emotional disaster of being on your period
A/N: First, huge thank you to the cutie that sent in this request, you literally caught me while on my period so this was born. Also, hereâs to my inability to write short fics, this is your only warning that i can make and will make anything long, lol. Also, my titles suck omg. And shoutout to my crazy bestie for making me a Mamma Mia girly, she rocks.
But also, happy one month to this blog! When I carved out this little space for myself a month ago I wasnât really sure how Iâd feel being back here and writing again, but so far itâs been a treat. A huge thank you for all of your support and love and thank you to my mutuals and everyone that interacted with my blog. đ Hereâs to many more months to come!
Request: spencer x fem!reader on her period/ovulating and shes in tears all the time?? Im ovulating and have been crying for hours and keep calling my mom lmaoo heâd been so lovely and sweet I know it I can feel it in my bones
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It was a slow day at the BAU. The most exciting thing in the 6 hours Spencer had spent at work was Rossiâs invitation to dinner the following weekend.Â
Paperwork had piled high after their last 2 cases, so every team member was hunched over their desk, writing and revising reports. It was a never-ending cycle - finish a report, close the file, open a new one, and start all over again.
His eyes had started getting tired after four and a half hours, his hand had started cramping and he was down two pens so far, yet there was still a prominent pile on his desk.
He suspected Morgan and Emily might have pushed a file or two from theirs onto his load, seeing as he was getting done the fastest. Regardless, every few hours JJ was bringing even more to pile on top of everything that wasnât finished, so buried in paperwork they stayed - no matter how fast he wrote or read, or how used to the load he was.
He was just thinking about getting up to prepare a fresh pot of coffee so he could function properly for a few more hours when his phone started ringing. He felt around the pockets of his suit jacket, where it sat draped on his chair, and then pulled it free.Â
His display showed an incoming call, a picture of you as he hugged you, hands around your middle and face almost buried into your neck, a soft smile gracing both your faces. A scenery rich with reds, browns, and yellows stood behind you, the beauty of fall was nothing short of spectacular.Â
The picture youâd taken last year when the team spent a weekend at Rossiâs cabin in the woods, surrounded by the beauty of landscapes and leaves, nature for miles.Â
He accepted the call right away, a small smile on his face.Â
âHey sweetheart.â His voice was gentle, if a little raspy from misuse. He hadnât talked much in the last few hours - just a distracted short answer here or a hum there. He was happy you were calling, though, welcoming the reprieve from the most recent report.Â
It was silent for a few seconds, and he wondered absentmindedly if maybe you hadnât called him on accident, and then there came a tiny little sniffle from your side.Â
âSweetheart?â He prompted, âAre you there? Whatâs going on?â Worry was starting to creep into the base of his spine, but he still remained calm and kept his voice gentle.Â
âIâm here. Hi.â Another small sniffle, âAllâs good. JustâŚI was just wondering how much longer youâd be gone.â Your voice was small,like you thought you might upset him by asking, and a little crackly, like you yourself were upset about something.Â
His eyebrows furrowed, and he checked the time quickly - 3:57 pm.Â
âProbably about two more hours, thereâs a lot of paperwork we need to go through.â His eyes met Emilyâs as she sent him a curious, questioning look.Â
âOh, okay.â The resignation was clear in your voice, âIâll see you later then.â The call ended abruptly, and it took him a second to catch up.
He couldnât help but feel like not everything was as good as you claimed it was. For one, you rarely called to ask when heâd be home - you knew his work could span into the late hours, or even stretch for days. You let him update you on any changes in his work schedule.Â
In your interactions, your voice was usually upbeat and teasing - especially on the phone. Your kindness was always evident in your voice, as was your mood. You were a sunshine person, if he ever met one, thatâs probably why you and Penelope formed such a close bond upon meeting.Â
There was something that nagged him - a change in your mood he could pick up on just by your voice - too low, too small, and the cracks that he could now identify as he replayed your conversation in his head. You were keeping yourself from crying out, and yet there was nothing more apparent than the tears in your voice. And that made him worry.Â
âReid, are you okay?â Emilyâs voice snapped him from the hard stare heâd been giving his phone in the last several minutes since the call ended.Â
âIâŚI donât know.â His eye twitched, and he cleared his throat before he tried and failed to articulate exactly what was happening - he himself had a hard time understanding. One thing he knew was that he needed to get home. âI..um, I need to go. Can you, please?â He asked, gusting at the remaining three files on his desk before he pulled his suit jacket on and grabbed his satchel.Â
Morgan and Emily shared a mildly concerned look before they both nodded their heads, âYeah, go. Text to let us know if everything is okay.â Morgan reminded him before he exited the bullpen with a fast step and tried to keep calm.
He was aware the situation wasnât anything that he needed to be incredibly worried over - if something was really wrong, he knew you would have let him know. Yet, he couldnât help the way his heart constricted by the sound of your voice, or the overwhelming desire to come home and gently hold you, see what could have caused this behavior.Â
You were curled up on the couch, watching as Donna helped Sophie get ready for her wedding, the gentle melody of âSlipping through my fingersâ filling the empty apartment. Your eyes were watering, to the point that everything was starting to get blurry. A shaky exhale left your lips.
Today has simply been a rollercoaster. Kissing Spencer goodbye this morning was the highlight of the day. What followed was nothing short of an emotional disaster.Â
Youâd teared up during breakfast, images of picking berries with Spencer flying through your mind. The desire to make it a reality was strong.Â
Following that had come the overwhelming urge to bawl your eyes out, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just cry and cry until you had it all emptied out and you could take a deep breath and continue with your day. So, cry you did, and then youâd finished with your chores for the day.Â
Apparently letting it all out and emptying your tear supply hadnât happened. Seeing as around 3:30 youâd started missing your boyfriend so much, the need to hear his voice had won out, so youâd called him. You felt the need to have him home to hold you because this monthâs visit from mother flow was making you feel like a crybaby.
But then there was disappointment at the notion that you needed to wait close to 3 hours before that could happen. So you quickly ended the call before he could pick up on the tone of your voice, and then you shed a few tears.Â
Now here you were, rewatching Mamma Mia because you really needed a pick me up, and once again, eyes shining as the tears started falling. At this point, it was a losing battle, so you let them fall, humming to the song with a broken voice.Â
Thatâs exactly how Spencer found you, not a minute later. His keys were in his hand, the satchel on his shoulder, and he was just a little bit out of breath.Â
The moment his eyes met you, they softened as he dropped everything and sat down next to you. His hand reached up and he cradled the side of your face, wiping your tears away.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Whatâs wrong?â He asked in a whisper.
âLook at Donna painting Sophieâs nails, itâs...â You hiccuped, another wave of tears washing over you. âAnd youâre home, why are you home?â Your question was met with a furrow in his brow, as his thumbs continued wiping underneath your eyes.Â
âYou called.â He answered simply.Â
âBut you said-â He stopped you before you could finish your sentence.
âI did, yes. But you sounded off and sad, so. Want to tell me whatâs going on?â He prompted you gently as he pushed your hair back and pulled you into his lap after, feeling like you needed the physical contact.Â
You werenât ashamed to admit it, per se, but you were ashamed that your hormones had caused him to leave work and race home to be with you.Â
âItâs my period,â you mumbled, hands wrapping around his neck as you hid your face in his chest, too tired to prevent your eyes from watering again. âItâs been going on all day. Randomly, Iâd just get so emotional, and the tears would start. I was missing you so much too, and then hearing the song, bam, tears again. Iâm so done with this Spence.â You sounded barely coherent, with your face pushed as close to him as possible.Â
It all made sense now, youâd been cranky a few days ago, and then youâd told him last night your cramps were unbearable, so he knew you were on your period, but right now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out himself.Â
âItâs okay, everything is fine. The drop in estrogen and progesterone, following your ovulation triggered this. This in turn reduced the production of serotonin, your happy hormone. So, we just need to boost it a bit.â He whispered into your ear as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.Â
âHow?â You sighed into his chest, almost being able to pick up on the sound of his heartbeat.
He got deep in thought for a few seconds as you breathed in his scent, and a sense of calmness slowly overtook you now that he was home and holding you. One of his hands was running soothing circles on your back as the other held your hand, fingers interlocked.Â
âHow about we take a trip to the store and get you some snacks? Weâll pick up dinner on the way home and then I'll hold you some more and you'll pick a movie for us to watch.â He suggested, kissing the crown of your head once, twice, and many more times until you gave him an answer.Â
âYeah, yeah, I think that would help, but just having you here has done wonders.â You finally laid your head against his chest, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled, and so did you. Having him here really had helped immensely, and when had it not? He was your other half, your rock, and even when your emotions ran rampant or you were feeling down, just his presence, his touch, and his understanding were enough to make it all okay.Â
Later in the evening, Penelope sent you a photo of Sergio sleep-hugging a little plushy youâd gotten him, and the waterworks started all over again. Luckily, Spencer was there, wiping your tears and kissing your head, saying a thousand things without actually speaking a word.
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Rafe visiting sweetheart pogue reader after knowing her better at her little bake shop she works at and they get to talking and she confesses its her absolute dream to open and run her own bake shop and he buys her a little cute shack to start her business off !!! đđ
warnings: super sweet fluff, sexual tension that rafe has to force himself not to act on
a/n: this came out longer than i wanted it to, but i loveeee writing for pogue!sweetheart!reader so much, pls send reqs for her if youâd like <3
it was a rather slow day at the icecream shop, so when you heard that little ding! indicating that someone had walked in, you were more than happy to see none other than rafe. âhey!â you chirped, adjusting the pink apron that currently hugged your waist.
âare you the only one working?â he walked up to the counter, your bright smile making his heart beat wildly in his chest. âyeah..â you trailed off, looking over to your managerâs office, âmaybe i could ask for a quick break so we could talk?â rafe nodded. âiâd like that.â
he waited until you disappeared before he flipped the âopenâ sign to âclosedâ and turned the small lock on the door, so you two could converse without any interruptions. âokay!â you walked back up front. âfavorite flavor?â rafeâs mind went blank as you reached for something, your skirt riding up your thighs as you did so.
âuhm- uh, rocky road is good.â you finally grasped the cups you were looking for, beaming at rafeâs response. âi love that one, too! but strawberry cheesecake has been my go to for a while now.â rafe didnât want to make it obvious that he was staring hard, but he found that it was rather difficult when you were around him.
he couldnât wrap his head around how someone so sweet and bubbly and charming as you are, could also be so unintentionally sexy at the same time. ârafe?â you snapped him out of his trance, a soft laugh leaving your lips. âhere we are.â you walked around the counter, placing the cups of icecream down on a nearby table.
you reached behind you as rafe took a seat, your nails not allowing you to untie the knot you made in the strings of your apron. âwhatâs wrong?â he looked up at you in confusion. âmy apron is a little stuck..â you turned, backing up until you stood been his legs. âcan you untie this for me please? i just got my nails done and i did it a bit too tight.â
rafe was going insane. here you were in a mini skirt, potentially giving him a full view of everything that was underneath as you coyly waited for him to âhelp you outâ. âsure, yeah-â he cleared his throat, hands coming up to fiddle with the strings that stopped just above the curves of your ass.
once he had it off, you sighed, taking the seat across from him. âwhere are you coming from?â rafe was still flustered when you took your spoon in your mouth, his eyes following the way your lips wrapped around the damned thing. âwork, actually.â he blinked away, zeroing in all his focus elsewhere.
âreally? what do you do?â now it was your turn to watch him, the veins on his arms making you lick your lips. âconstruction. itâs my dadâs business.â you nodded, trying to push the image of rafe all hot and sweaty from working outside, out of your head. âso youâre a handy man?â you teased, unintentionally tapping your foot against his leg.
âi know my way around.â you caught rafe looking at your lips, a shy smile taking over your feautures. âi wish i had those skills, itâd make things so much easier for me.â you raised your eyebrows. âhow so?â he leaned forward. âwell.. it might sound dumb, but itâs my dream to open my own little bakery. the problem is; i donât know where to start, i donât know who i have to get in contact with for licensing and permit stuff, and i definitely donât know how to install any kind of kitchen appliances.â
rafe thought for a moment.
âdo you have a certain location in mind?â he asked. you hummed, shaking your head. âno, i donât care where it is. iâd just like a bigger space.â rafe nodded. âthat doesnât sound dumb by the way,â you looked up, âi think itâs neat that you want to open up your own business. the entire island will be over the moon once they find out they can get those chocolate chip cookies whenever they want.â
you had never shared that information with anyone, but by the way rafe responded, you were glad it was him that you spilled it to. rafe saw the small flash of sadness pass through your eyes before you shook it off. âone day..â just as you were about to check the time, your manager walk out of her office. âclosing shop early today, do you mind helping me out real quick?â without hesitation, you got up from your seat.
âwait for me?â you gave rafe your icecream and apron to go outside with.
âof course.â
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over the next two weeks, you found yourself by rafeâs side, whether he was following you around while you made sales, or helping you bake, you two seemed to be attached at the hip. âare you working tomorrow?â rafe currently sat on the floor of your camper, leaning against the lace-trimmed cushions of your pull out couch. ânope!â you offered him a spoon of buttercream to taste test, watching as he took his digit in his mouth.
âgoddamn, thatâs amazing,â rafe gave you a thumbs up, âbut anywaysâ i was asking because i have a surprise for you.â placing the bowl of frosting on the counter, you turned. âoh?â you sat down, his head resting against the side of your knee. âi think youâll really like it.â rafe kept his eyes down in his lap. âcan i guess what it is?â he shook his head, âi wonât tell you if youâre right or wrong.â
sighing in defeat, you and rafe spent the rest of the night decorating cookies and taking turns shuffling songs until he was ready to head back home. âiâll be here to pick you up in the morning, âthat sound okay?â he was leaning against your doorframe, your fingertips itching to reach out for him. âmhmm, thank you for all your help today..â you stepped closer, swallowing thickly as he rested a hand in the curve of your neck.
even though rafe wanted to kiss you and feel your lips on his, he settled for a peck on your temple, which you were more than happy to receive. âgoodnight, y/n.â he waved before getting in his truck and driving away. locking the door shut, you couldnât help the pout that graced your lips at your now empty, quiet, camper.
eager to know what rafe wanted to surprise you with, you were quick to get ready for bed, forcing yourself to go to sleep before having to wake up and get ready.
âpromise youâre not peeking?â you giggled, your hands resting on top of rafeâs as he guided you to some unknown location. âi promise!â finally, rafe came to a stop, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his body pressing against your backside.
âokay, go ahead and open.â you were buzzing with excitement, your mouth falling agape once your vision cleared. there, in front of you sat a perfect little shack, the word âsoldâ on a red banner adorning the front. you blinked, slightly confused. âthis is so cute! did you buy it or something?â rafe nodded, his mouth falling to your ear.
âitâs yours.â
you took a minute to process his words, letting go of a breath that you didnât know you were holding. ârafe..â he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around. âa couple weeks ago you said it was your dream to have your own bakery but you didnât know where to start, this is your starting point.â your eyes were watering now as you looked up at the man in front of you.
âi donât think i can accept this.â you laughed, butterflies swarming your tummy when rafe wiped your tears. âyou can, and you will.â you couldnât hold back anymore, throwing your arms around him. rafe wasnât used to this feeling in his chest, but he knew it felt right.
âit still needs to be renovated, but i talked to my dad and he agreed cameron development will cover everything.â you pulled away, dumbfounded. âi- why?â rafeâs eyebrows knitted in confusion. âwhy not? you deserve it.â sniffling, you looked back at the shack, already envisioning the place up and running. âi canât thank you enough, rafe.â you couldnât believe this was happening, couldnât believe that rafe, let alone anyone, would do something like this for you.
âweâll get to that later,â he winked, making you laugh, âshould we go pick out a paint color?â
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Sheâs WHOSE daughter??? || LN4
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lando norris x webber!reader
summary: During a trip to Danielâs farm house, you find an unexpected visitor standing in your best friendâs backyard
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Part 2
"So glad you could make it!", Danny called and wrapped you into a hug as soon as he opened the front door. "You know I love it here!", you laughed and stepped into his home in Perth, Australia.
It was Monday before the Australian Grand Prix and Daniel had invited you to spend a few days at his farm before flying across the country to Melbourne.
You spotted an unfamiliar pair of shoes next to Danielâs million others but didnât think much of it. Maybe he bought another pair.
"Daniel, tell me again where the- oh hi", you heard a familiar british accent, one that you have missed over the last three long weeks since Bahrain and turned around to find a dripping wet and shirtless Lando in the glass door that led out to the backyard. His curls were dripping shining droplets of water onto his defined and tanned chest from which you couldnât teat your eyes away.
"The towels are in the drawer, mate", Daniel spoke, snapping you out of your trance. "Thanks", Lando mumbled but didnât move from his place.
You all stood there in silence for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. "I⌠uh- I-Iâll go to my room", you stuttered, taking the suitcase and quickly making your way up the marble stairs.
"Why didnât you tell me she was coming?", you heard Lando hiss. "Why would you have wanted me to?", Daniel asked nonchalant, and you knew you shouldnât eavesdrop but you couldnât help it, wanting to know Landoâs response. "I- I donât know", he stuttered defensively before tapping over to the drawer to get himself a towel.
Truth was, his small crush on you grew over the last couple of weeks. He followed your every move on Instagram and Twitter, even scrolling down to pictures from 2016, finding a few of you and baby Oscar during his Formula 3 career or little you in Danielâs Red Bull from 2017. Heâs probably memorized your highlights at this point.
Adding to that he asked Pietra for her advice on your best songs and your discography has been on repeat for three weeks straight.
You put your suitcase next to your bed and plopped down on it, only now noticing your racing heart.
During your deep dive through Landoâs Instagram account, you obviously had seen a few pictures of him shirtless, the one from Bahrain being the set of pictures you were hung up on the most, even saving one of them. But jeez⌠none of those pictures did the live picture justice!
You opened your eyes and took a deep breath before rummaging around your suitcase to find the black bikini you had packed for your trip.
You put it on and took your towel, phone and sunglasses and made your way downstairs. Lando and Daniel sat by the pool on two sun beds, playing some sort of card game. Both were shirtless and had matching bucket hats on their curls. You chuckled at the sight and placed your towel on the third sun bed.
Lando looked up from the game and subtly looked you over, his eyes lingering at your pushed up breast, that were barely covered by the tight black bikini top, a little longer than appropriate but you couldnât find yourself caring. The opposite actually, the little hesitation brought a smirk to your face.
You lay down on your stomach on the sun bed and closed your eyes. "If I fall asleep, please put some sunscreen on my back in an hour or two", you mumbled, getting a hum from both boys next to you.
You couldnât even begin to explain how much you have missed the Australian sun.
*~**~*
You didnât even notice you fell asleep until you were woken up by a pair of warm hands rubbing your back. Guess the flight has been more exhausting than you thought.
You lifted your head up slightly, still a little dazed from the sleep. "Heyy, good morning", a soft british accent spoke over you.
Lando.
Then you started noticing a few other things around you. For example your hair that was wrapped in a loose bun, one that you definitely didnât do yourself.
"I put your hair up so it wouldnât stick on the sunscreen", he said, almost as if he had read your thoughts. "Thanks", you mumbled, then you frowned. "How did you-"
"I have two younger sisters, so I know a little about hair styles", Lando chuckled and kneaded your shoulders while rubbing in the sunscreen. The small action made you groan a little. "Feels good", you muttered.
"I can tell", he spoke and you could hear the smirk on his face, so you kicked your leg up to hit his back. "Owh", he let out and broke out in laughter after. You couldnât help but join in as well and pushed yourself up on your elbows to look around you.
You noticed the missing sunglasses on your face when squinting to see against the setting sun but quickly found them on the table next to you.
"Daniel is getting the grill ready and Heidi has just arrived a few minutes ago", Lando told you and you turned your head to meet his eyes. But got quickly distracted by his tanned chest. Your eyes flickering down and stayed there for a second longer than necessary, before looking back up into his green eyes and only now realizing how close your faces were to each other.
His gaze flickered down to your lips before finding your eyes again.
"Hey dipshit, dinner is almost ready!", Daniel called from the path between the pool section and the little hut with a fire place. "Weâll be there in a second!", Lando called back, not tearing his eyes away from yours.
Your eyes darted down to his plumb lips. "We probably shouldâŚ", you whispered, letting your sentence uncompleted. Lando nodded but still kept his gaze you. "Yeah, we probably should", he agreed.
The two of you kept each other gaze for a few seconds longer before looking down at the same time and clearing your throats. You grabbed your black shorts and quickly put them over your bikini bottoms, feeling your heart beating fast in your chest and a small throbbing in your lower region. A quick stolen glance at Lando told you, your interaction also left its mark on him.
He cleared his throat another time before standing up and grabbing a baby blue loose dress shirt to put over his shoulders, leaving the buttons undone.
Together you made your way over to the fireplace, where you found Heidi and Daniel next to a bluetooth box that played relaxing music.
"Hey, honey!!", Heidi called and immediately came over to hug you. You smiled and wrapped your arms around the girl who has been like an older sister to you for the longest time.
"Itâs so good to see you again!", she smiled and pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Your hair has gotten so long!" You laughed and sat down at the set table.
Daniel looked at Lando with a knowing smirk, whereupon Lando rammed his elbow into the older guyâs ribs.
*~**~*
As the night came, the temperatures got chilly, even in Australia. You shivered a little even if the fire spent a little warmth.
"You cold?", Lando muttered, leaning over the armrest of his chair. You looked over at him, getting lost for a second in the way half of his face was light up by the fire light.
You hummed and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself.
"Take my hoodie", he suggested, pulling the lavender colored hoodie from his chair. "Thanks", you smiled.
From the corner of your eyes you saw how Daniel gave you a rather knowing glance but you chose to ignore it.
That was until he didnât give you another option.
"Y/n, you wanna come and help me inside?", he asked but it sounded more like a demand. You nodded and stood up from your seat before following Daniel inside.
All while Landoâs eyes never left you.
Daniel was waiting for you by the kitchen counter. "What are you doing?", he wanted to know. You shrugged, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Heâs cute", you simply replied.
"You know I love you like my little sister but Landoâs one of my best mates. And I already know that heâs got quite the crush on you, itâs fairly obvious so I gotta make sure that this is coming from your side as well and isnât some sort of joke flirting", the australian explained.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Itâs not, I really do think heâs cute", you nodded.
"Does he know who your dad is?", Daniel pressed further, knowing this was some sort of make-or-break question to you.
Given the history of boyfriends youâve had and loads of your early ones, always dating you for your father, youâve started to not tell people about your father. Not until you were sure, they were here for you.
Your silence gave Daniel his answer.
"If you like him, why didnât you then?", he wanted to know. "Because I want to get to know him before! I met him once three weeks ago, do you expect me to just go like "Hi, Iâm Y/n, nice to meet you. By the way Iâm Mark Webberâs daughter"?? I havenât exactly spent a lot of time with him", you muttered.
"Just⌠donât lead him on. I havenât seen him this nervous over a girl in a long time", Daniel sighed and opened his arms. "Câmere."
*~**~*
Even though the night got very late, you were up incredibly early the next day, still having to adjust to the eastern australian timezone.
As quietly as possible you walked down the stairs to the kitchen, wearing a pair of jogging shorts and Landoâs hoodie from the previous night which was incredibly comfortable and even smelled like him.
You grabbed yourself a glass of water and sat down crisscrossed on a patio chair.
The morning was still a little fresh, the sun just barely leaking out from the horizon.
"Bit early, isnât it?", a british accent spoke from behind you. You smiled before turning around to meet Landoâs sleepy eyes.
He stood in the doorway, long gray joggers and a black hoodie, similar to the one you were wearing. His curls were a mess on top of his head as he ruffled through them.
"I could say the same to you", you countered, making the boy smile. "I couldnât sleep, still adjusting to the timezone", he told you, sitting down on the chair next to you.
You nodded in agreement. "Me too."
For a moment you sat in silence, both looking at the sunrise in front of you.
"You wanna go for a walk at the beach?", Lando suggested after a few minutes, looking over at you.
You considered your options for a second but didnât see a reason not to, so you nodded and stood up.
You put your glass on the table and your phone in the hoodie pocket.
Together you took the small path that directly led from Danielâs backyard to the beach.
"Nice hoodie by the way", Lando smirked, tugging at your sleeves. "Thanks, some random guy gave it to me last night", you replied with a giggle. "And you just take stuff from random dudes?", Lando faked a shocked tone. "Nah, only if they are cute", you smiled, making Lando go a little shy as he looked down with a smile.
When the you reached the beach, you stopped in your tracks. Closing your eyes and enjoying the breeze of the ocean.
"Iâve missed this", you muttered, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to find Lando looking at you. "Los Angeles just isnât quite the same."
"You said you grew up between LA and Canberra", Lando stated, whereupon you nodded. "How did you meet Oscar then? Because as far as I know heâs spent most of his teens in England. Or Daniel, whoâs from the other side of the country", he asked.
"Well, Daniel I met through Red Bull. My dad used to work for them", you replied, careful as not to reveal too much. "At base?"
"Something like this, yeah."
"Heâs been like an older brother to me for the longest time but Oscar being closer to me in age, resulted in us turning out like twins", you chuckled.
Lando felt a sting of jealousy when you talked about his teammate like that, knowing he had close to zero rights to feel this way but still.
"Anyway, I met him in the paddock a few years ago and weâve been friends ever since", you concluded.
"And youâve been into racing because of your dad?", he asked. You nodded but didnât clarify further but instead grabbed his hand and dragged him to the ocean.
"Cmon, letâs go in", you called. "Go in??", Lando protested but let you drag him closer to the water. "Itâs Australia, itâs warm", you giggled and kicked off your shoes off your feet. You let go of Landoâs hand and entered the water ankle-deep.
You looked back to see Lando taking off his shoes as well as his hoodie, leaving him in a white shirt. Then he carefully tapped the water before walking to you.
"Nice, huh?", you smiled against the rising sun, closing your eyes for a second.
Cold water splashing your back made you scream and open them again. You turned around to find Lando with a devilish grin looking at you. "Lando!!", you called and splashed the water back at him.
In only a few seconds it turned into a water war, both your clothes turning darker from the water splashes on them. Your eyes stopped at Landoâs torso, the water turning his white shirt see through. And you werenât ashamed to admit that his defined abs distracted you just more than a little bit.
Lando used your little moment of distraction to launch himself at you and throw both of you down into the water completely. You gasped for air, his arms still wrapped around your body and you hair falling in wet strands on your face.
"Idiot!", you called, pushing your hair back to see Lando grin at you. His adorable smile, paired with the wetness of his curls made you smile as well. You put your hand on his neck, slowly pulling him closer to you.
A drop of water falling from his opened lips, mesmerizing you completely. Landoâs eyes searched yours, asking for permission to go ahead. You glance back down to his lips before nodding slightly.
Only seconds later, his lips touched yours in a gentle kiss. Your fingers went through his wet hair and pulled at the end.
His lips on yours felt like fire, and you wanted more.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand holding your thigh as his other squeezed your waist. His lips slowly traveled along your jaw, making you lean your head to the side to give him more space.
You let out a little moan when he gently sucked on the spot under your ear and felt his lips curl into a smirk. Lando pulled back to look at you, your fingers stroking his neck.
You giggled slightly and leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes for a second.
This is what happiness feels like, you thought.
đPerth, Australia
tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo, heidiberger
yn.adams: Perth for the week
comments:
landonorris: Oh, what a pretty sunrise
> yn.adams: U think?
danielricciardo: When was that first picture taken???
> yn.adams: Today morning at about 5:30am while u were peacefully sleeping
> fan: Wait so if Daniel didnât take that picture does that mean it was Lando???
oscarpiastri: đ¤¨
> fan: Oscarâs NOT a fan of this new friendship LMAO
fan: The boyfriend vibes are MAJOR on that last picture
fan: Since when are her and Lando friends???
fan: Okay but Yn and Lando would be crazy!!
> fan: I ship it, 100%
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đPerth, Australia
tagged: yn.adams
landonorris: She can sing and drive
comments:
yn.adams: 2:1 for me, u can only drive
> landonorris: đĽ˛
> fan: LMAOOO Yn roasting Lando hahahahh
oscarpiastri: yn.adams TEXT ME NOW!!
> fan: Poor guyâs feeling left out fr
fan: Is this a soft launch mr. norriz?
> fan: wdym "soft" HE TAGGED HER!!!
fan: The sunrise��
> fan: Nah u guys donât understand the significance of that sunrise!!
fan: Lando and Yn posting pictures of sunrises⌠A picture of Yn that Daniel didnât takeâŚ
> fan: New paddock couple alert??
fan: Lando letting someone else drive and playing passenger princess???
fan: Who even is she?
fan: Does she even know what F1 is?
> fan: LMAOO
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Maybe the wrapping wings around heddies but the reader wraps their wings around the characters?
okay i rly like this but what about with characters that donât have wings?? (lmk if yall want characters w wings cus this is kinda silly funny haha)
charlie
she loves when your wings wrap around her â every time she hugs you, sheâs waiting for that extra warmth and when it comes she just hugs you even tighter
she wouldnât ask you to do it, but if you put a wing around her in public sheâs trying not to get too excited
cuddling is a must for wings. youâre sitting on the couch? she wants a nice feathery blanket. lying in bed? same thing. watching a scary movie? sheâs using your wings as a shield to duck under anytime theres a jump scare
if you asked her if sheâd like a wing, sheâs the happiest youâve ever seen her
âim starting to wonder if youâre just dating me for my wings,â youâd joke and sheâd laugh and say, âtheyâre definitely a plusâ while running her finger over the top of one (this girl likes to tease i know it)
she loves when you cuddle up to her and wrap your wings around her, like she just melts
she does not let anyone play with them. ever. if niffty tried to go scurrying around them, sheâs taking her away faster than she can blink
your wings are hers as much as they are yours, but thatâs a silent rule between you two that she doesnât plan on voicing
she just gives âlet me be your wingsâ from thumbelina vibes like you would have a duet like that
alastor
now if you ever need to gossip, heâs clearing his throat and youâre shielding your conversation with your wings while you two laugh and whisper
he does not want anyone touching him but if you put a wing around him he knows you guys have some important business to talk about
sometimes you throw up your wing, whisper, and he has to stop himself from laughing when you quickly put your wing down, alastor batting it with his microphone as you laughed
now if heâs ever hurt, thatâs when your wings go around him, making sure no one sees so he can escape to saftey
youâd always come to his rescue even if he got mad at you for it, wings wrapping around him as you struck his attacker faster than he could summon his shadows (and he definitely gets pissed about it but hey what are ⌠friends âŚ. for!)
wings are for shit talking and the occasional life saver when it comes to al
angel dust
he loves the security of your wings
after a long day, youâd just lie in his room, wings wrapped around him as he held you close â heâd either fall asleep or want to sit in silence like that, but either way you were happy to help
sometimes youâd just sit at the bar, wing around him as you talked and laughed together
whenever you went out together, your wings were a strict barrier that no one dared to cross. you put a wing in front of angel when some guy approaches him? he and every other demon are backing off for the rest of the night. youâre walking down the street? wing around him and no one is approaching you
he definitely asks you to do it (in his own very special way) and he likes to tease you when youâre around other people
but you both know he treasures the safety your wings give him
pentious
my boy pentious 100% thinks youâve turned against him the first time you drape your wings over him â you couldâve literally been sleeping and heâd accuse you of trying to smother him
âi was sleeping!â âyour subconscious mind plans to kill me, too!â
he warms up to it though because the next time it happens youâre fast asleep and theres no attempt to block his airways, or whatever he thought youâd do, so he snuggles into the warmth
being a snake (i love snakes im gonna b a lil nerdy about this one) pen likes to burrow. especially at night. heâd start to curl up under the warmth of your wings and rest there until you eventually moved
some days youâd wake up and heâd be completely hidden beneath your wings. if you lift one, heâd very quickly tug it back (definitely how he found out about sensitive wings)
he felt very bad :(
cherri
wings are for parties!
they give you the best dance numbers â dramatic reveal, awesome poses, super dope flying routineâŚ!
then theyâre for comedowns because once youâre home from the club shit hits the fan and youâre wrapping your wings around her so she can even try to sleep
but then the morning comes and you brush it off cus itâs time to blow shit up!
definitely using your wings as a shield though â theyâre probably dyed pink and red by now, with all the times youâve had to cover the two of you from explosives
but she finds it super hot soâŚ
velvette
she likes to fuck with you
1000% uses them as her personal armor â youâre basically a body guard
sheâll wrap them around herself while looking in the mirror, modeling your wings like a feather coat
âmy wings are not going in your collection,â youâd have to tell her, still pulling her closer with them as you met her eyes in the mirror
âyeah, guess youâre right. canât have anyone else getting a hold of these, can we?â
she loves being wrapped in them while she sleeps â she loves you sleeping next her, cause then she can lay them however she wants
itâs always best when youâre wings fold in and bring her closer though
definitely been used for a private moment in the office
she says theyâre your best asset
vox
now this man is, under no circumstances, letting you wrap your wings around him
in public? absolutely notâŚ
in private? wellâŚ. no! totally not!
at least not until youâre asleep and heâs situating himself beneath them. itâs not his fault a feather blanket helps him fall asleep
youâve definitely waited until he fell asleep, draped you wings over him, and watched him relax into them
heâs not slick
like at all
not even in public
heâll touch them and the minute one even wraps around him, his screen is buffering
speaking of in public⌠just wait til youâre at a party. heâs drunk and all over you, touching your wings, handling them like their his own, you have to use them to shield the two of you when he gets too handsy, and he loves it; pushing your buttons until your wings are around him and being more than satisfied by that
niffty
girl is crazy
she cleans them, climbs on them, inspects them (almost rips the fuck out of your feathers)
thereâs no way you can wrap that girl up, sheâs too quick
but she would love petting them and thats why shes here
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Bone Deep
AO3 Link -- MDNI -- TW: emotional hurt/comfort, make up sex
Your husband, John Price, has fallen into a pattern of behavior that seems to be moving him farther and farther away from you. But, you refuse to play second fiddle for long.Â
You were drenched. It had been raining in such a way that made you think the Lord had gone back on his promise. Perhaps the rainbow had been painted just to placate you. Perhaps, you thought as you wrung out your hair on the porch, you would be drowned after all.Â
It sure felt that way. Work had mounted up to the point of a fever-pitch. You had three projects due and one to revise. Not to mention, your husband had been home and yet almost fully invisible.Â
John Price was back on something like leave, but he was never around. You saw evidence of his presence all over your floor and table and furniture. Socks, dirty plates, dead tablets, scraps of paper with Russian names scribbled on them... He was hunting Makarov in your kitchen and your hallway and your bathroom, and he was leaving that trail of breadcrumbs both literally and figuratively all over your house.Â
Youâd gone to bed alone for two nights in a row, and as you nearly tumbled over a pair of his sneakers in the foyer, caked in wet mud, you decided that it would not be three.Â
âJohn?â You called out.
There was no reply, but a pale blue light shone under his office door.Â
You popped open the latch and saw him hunched over the computer screen.Â
âJohn.â
âHm?â He responded, but he didnât turn around.Â
âJohn!â
âWhat?â He roared, spinning in his chair and glowering at you, shaming you for interrupting him.
âOkay,â you nodded, resigned.Â
It would be a cold day in hell before you accepted that tone from anyone. Youâd gone in there expecting to have a rational conversation, but your husband had raised his voice to you like youâd been a naughty dog.Â
And you were absolutely not going to take that sort of treatment.
You made it to your bedroom in a quick three strides, pulling your overnight bag from under the bed. You shot your best friend, Cana, an SOS text. She lived two hours away, but you didnât mind. Youâd drive all night through the rain if it meant getting out of this prison that you used to call a home.Â
Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but you had boundaries. Clear ones. And he knew he had crossed them. He just didnât care.Â
You started to pack as you fumed, tossing in a few days worth of clothes, your toiletry bag, the essentials. Then, the bedroom door clanged open, its handle slamming into the railing on the wall.Â
âWhatâs this?â John waved a hand over your bag.Â
âWhen I married you, I married a partner, not a ghost. The only reason I know youâre home is because you leave your fucking laundry for me to finish all over my floor. Iâm not going to clean up after you like some maid. Then, you raise your tone at me, disrespecting me? No. When youâre ready to be my husband again, you know my number.â
He scoffed,
âAll this bloody drama over some dirty socks?â
You stared at him in a way that told him just how serious you were. The silence between you stretched on for eons, expanding in all directions. You smiled,Â
âYou know itâs not the socks.â
The look in his eyes said: yes, I know itâs not the socks. But, his pride wouldnât let him say the quiet part out loud.Â
So, you left.Â
Starting up the car was hard. Backing out of the driveway was harder. But, every mile you drove simply steeled your resolve. You knew his work was important, but you were important, too. Youâd always be his wife, but you needed some space.Â
You texted your boss when you made it to Canaâs house; you were taking a few days off. A night of tears and comforting hugs (and strong margaritas) passed, then a morning. Then, a night⌠and in the middle of it, you saw your phone light up. Despite the million other notifications you received every day, you knew it was him.
John: hey
You: hey
John: can i call
You: one sec
You sneaked out of bed, untangling yourself from Canaâs lanky arms, and lugged your phone out to the front porch. You were about to curl up on her big patio chair when you were stopped in your tracks at the sight of a big black truck idling in the driveway.
You sighed, standing there staring at your husband. He killed the engine and stepped down from the cab. As he approached you, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs like a wide-eyed disciple, you noticed that his blue irises were ringed in pink, bloodshot and puffy. He hadnât shaven, and he looked pale.Â
But, even though you were still hurt, and even though he looked a little worse for wear, it was hard to ignore the carnal ache in your belly when you watched the muscles bulge and flex in his immense forearms as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The way his chest stretched out his black tee shirt, a tuft of fur peeking out of the crew neckline, the sleeves struggling to contain his round biceps. The way he chewed his full bottom lip when he had something important to say. It was enough to test your resolve. Â
âHey,â you said in a small voice, holding your arms around your body for comfort.Â
Suddenly, those sharp eyes focused on you with rapt attention, and he stared right at you, speaking in a low, gravelly purr, trying to keep his voice down,
âIâve been a proper arse.â
You tried to hold back a smirk. He continued,
âI took advantage of you. Iâve been hunting this fuckinâ bastard for so many years, and Iâve got him cornered. Itâs all I can think about. Every night I think if only I was a little quicker, or maybe just bloody braver, I could stop him from killing more innocent people. I let him into our house. Into your life. And I shouldnât have let my work come between us,â Johnâs expression softened, and he uncrossed his arms, hooking his thumb into his jeans pocket, âAnd Iâm sorry.â
âThank you,â you said quietly, still waiting for his next step. Being sorry was only part of it.Â
âWhen you come home tomorrow, itâll be different. Iâm gonna pull my weight again. You have my word that Iâll only work when you work, and when youâre home,â he squared his shoulders, rocking his hips forward, nervous energy coursing through his body, âIâll be home with you. I promise.â
You nodded, shifting your weight, staring down at your feet. Then, he called your attention with a caught breath and words that hurt you bone deep,
âYou are coming home, right?â
You tried your honest best to fight the tears, but your body shuddered through a sob and you gasped in a sharp breath of air. He moved to hold you, to ascend the steps and repent, to be forgiven, but you held up your hand stopping him in his tracks,
âI wonât have you speaking to me like that, John. I wonâtâŚâ You thought about your words carefully, âI canât be treated that way.â
âI understand, love. Believe me,â he chuckled, âI never want you to feel like that again.â
The way he rubbed his thumb across his sternum made your own chest hurt. He tried to approach you again, stepping up the wooden stairs, creaking under his weight, and he angled his chin up as if to kiss you. But, you stepped away, guarding your own heart for just a while longer.Â
The hunger in his eyes followed you like smoke from a fire, warming you with its heat.Â
âIâll be home in the morning, John,â you said, turning to go back into the house.Â
The next morning, as you packed, you thought about his promise. You hoped that you were heard. Truly heard and not just for a week of good behavior. You deserved to be respected, and you wouldnât let your relationship with him become so one-sided again.Â
When you pulled into your driveway, you expected to be greeted with the same dark, empty house. As you moved to pick your feet up over the usual mess of shoes, you discovered the foyer scrubbed to a high shine, and there was nothing to stumble upon. All the shoes were shoved into their little cubbies, and there wasnât a dirty sock in sight. The living room was bright, clean, and John was standing in the middle of it, waiting for you. He took your bags, and scooped you up into a long, tight hug.Â
You thought he might try to kiss you, but he didnât. He just held you against him, breathing in and out, not letting go. Your face was buried deep in his chest, and you could smell his aftershave mixing with the strong scent of his cigars, and a slight musk that was all him. You wanted to feel his fur against your cheek.Â
Suddenly, he grabbed your chin in his hand, making you face him, and he said in a dark, warm tone,Â
âIâm gonna be the me that you need me to be. From now on. I swear it.â
You felt his soft lips touch yours, kissing you chastely, then deeper, chasing your taste, finding your tongue, licking along its length, savoring your mouth like a treat, cherishing every suck and nip and bite.Â
âI missed you, John,â you admitted, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks, not realizing you were crying.Â
He wiped them from your temples, smearing them into your skin, cradling your head in his hands so carefully as if you were made of glass.Â
âIâve been away. But, I swear, love. I swear, Iâm back. I swearâŚâ
His lips met your wet cheek and took your tears with them.Â
âI swearâŚâÂ
He kissed your neck, holding your head in his huge paw.
âI swearâŚâÂ
You ran your hands over his neck, encircling him, tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He hooked his arms over his head and rucked the shirt off his back, tossing it on the couch. He pulled you into his lap as he sat down, sinking into the cushions, kissing you like you might disappear again.Â
âIâm so sorry, love. Please forgive me,â John growled darkly, his deep voice rumbling between kisses.Â
âForgiven,â you said, forcing him to look at you.
Then, he put his forehead to yours and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and simply rubbing your back, trailing his hands over your hips, pulling you in closer to him.Â
Tentatively, as if testing the waters of a deep well, you rocked your hips against him, seeing if you could get him to take the bait. If you had your husband back, you wanted to seal that promise with more than just a kiss.Â
He groaned,
âMm, I donât deserve that.â
You repeated the motion, feeling the twitch of his fat cock inside of his jeans, and you narrowed your eyes at him,
âSex isnât a reward. Itâs our connection, and I need to feel you. I need my captain back.â
He smiled, nuzzling your jaw, peppering your skin with little, chirping kisses,Â
âPretty girl⌠I missed you so much. What was I thinking?â
You shrugged, playing coy as you slipped off your leggings and set to undoing his buttons, opening the fly of his jeans to see the shock of dark hair and the swollen prize nestled in it,Â
âI dunno. Maybe you just needed a reminder?â
As you teased him at your entrance, letting his head play in your wet folds, you began to sink down onto his shaft, spearing yourself onto his length, rocking back and forth with a tantalizing rhythm.Â
âMmngh,â he sighed, his eyes staring, transfixed on where your bodies reconnected.Â
Finally, after some effort, his girth was fully sheathed within you, warmed and cradled by your soft heat. You began to lift yourself on your knees up and down, dragging all the way to his rosy head and then sliding all the way back down to those brown curls, enjoying the faces he was making against his will.Â
However, he didnât put up with your performance for long. Before you knew it, you were laying on the couch with your knees on your chest, taking every inch of his cock as deep as it would go. He had a gentle curve that, in this position, rubbed exactly where it needed to, pulling you along from one orgasm to the next like you were a kite, fully at his mercy and high as hell.Â
Your mind swam with murky, unintelligible thoughts, and he fucked you harder and harder, pounding himself into you like a machine. Sometimes you forgot his strength⌠and his stamina.Â
You whined a bit, your timbre changing from other-worldly pleasure to mild discomfort, and he picked up on it like a hound. He slowed, inspecting you, looking for the broken pieces.Â
âYou alright, missus?â He said, kissing you, thrusting shallowly now, checking in with you.
âCan we sit?â
âCâmere.â
John pulled you into his lap and continued his efforts, rocking himself back and forth, holding your body like a toy. Then, he snaked his hand between you, giving your clit something firm to rub against, and you felt the tingles begin to build inside of your belly, a coil tightening, a dam under pressure, a firework ready to burst.Â
He was facing you, so you began to kiss him in a slow, supple way, letting your mouth fall open and your lips meet his with the lightest touch. John matched your energy, getting lost in your ritual, sending out the tip of his tongue to play and taste you again.Â
He pulled away and licked his fingers before returning them to your folds,
âMmf-fuck. You are so bloody good.â
âI want you to come in me, baby,â you confessed, resting your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath.Â
You saw the surprise dance through his expression.Â
âYou sure?â
You knew it wasnât something you allowed very often. Youâd been off of your birth control for a few months, trying to give your body a break from the hormones. And even though you werenât trying for a baby, that was always a dream that you shared. For John, it was the ultimate dream.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure,â you nodded, kissing his smiling mouth.
âOh, fuck me,â he growled darkly, gripping you around your waist, changing the angle to something wholly transcendent. How did he do it? How did he know where your body needed him to be? It was absurd.Â
Everything was bright and glittering as you came around him, and you felt yourself squeezing his cock mercilessly, coming down his shaft in hot, thick coatings of creamy slick, unable to stop it from flooding out around him.Â
He, too, was erupting. He gasped for air, grunting in loud, animalistic shouts, his whole face contorted into a pleasure-filled rage, pumping you full of his soft, warm cream, frothing it with his rough movements.Â
Eventually, he flung his head back, holding you to him in a tight hug, his entire body moving and reacting without his input, fully on instinct. You held him back, clutching him against you like a lifeline.
You thought he would slip out of you once he was down from his high, but he didnât. He simply held you to him, sweaty and desperate, letting himself soften inside of you. It was as if he didnât want to leave.Â
âThank you, love,â he kissed you again, shuddering yet powerful.Â
âItâs nice to have you home, John,â you smiled, letting his soft laughter warm your heart, basking in it like the sun.Â
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