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kumabeom · 1 year ago

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this love - kang taehyun

letter 5 ; you’re the only one who cares 💗

synopsis: what happens when soccer player!kang taehyun, who isn’t focused on school but is smart enough to pass, sees yn walk in the hallways nearly everyday after homecoming. taehyun’s new hallway crush begins to grow into something bigger, but what happens when he has to make a choice between yn or continuing to fail school ? will taehyun be able to focus on sports, classes, and trying to win yn over ?

taehyun stood patiently in the lunch line, doing the math of the amount of things that he’s finished up with, tuning out the sound of his friends’ voices. “taehyun.” yeonjun called out, turning around to look at the younger boy behind him.

“yeah, hyung ?” he looked at yeonjun causing the older to only roll his eyes. a small sigh leaving his mouth, it was probably the fifth time that he had asked for taehyun’s attention in the past 3 minutes.

“are you going to tell us what has your mind elsewhere ?” yeonjun questioned, as the line slowly progressed. a tiny smile displayed taehyun’s face, a sweet expression filling up his face.

“yn.” he simply spoke, a happy tone in his voice. he felt nearly giddy by just talking about you, even by thinking about you, he felt so- scatterbrained. he never really expected himself to be so happy at just the thought of you, at this point he was catching himself off guard each time.

“what a shocker.. taehyun has someone else to date.. are you trying to make nari jealous or something ?” soobin replied, insult jabbing at taehyun’s chest.

“huh ?” taehyun’s eyebrows furrowed. confusion displayed on his face. he felt a bit of anger boiling deep inside him, he wasn’t sure why his friends were acting like they currently were, or what would even lead them to believe that conclusion. taehyun nearly couldn’t even believe what he was hearing coming from soobin’s mouth.

“taehyun… do you actually like yn ?” yeonjun interrogated taehyun, a tiny frown upon his face. taehyun nodded, he couldn’t help but feel a tad bit of anger in his tummy. he never thought his friends would doubt him so much. taehyun understood his feelings, he wasn’t sure if they were permanent, but that didn’t mean he was going to ignore and set aside his feelings. a tense silence rested between the 4 boys, huening, who had no part in the little incident, felt a bit sad for taehyun. everyone knew that taehyun had a hard time actually finding a person who made his heart beat like crazy. however, within a few months, taehyun felt like he was head over heels for you. kai pulled taehyun to his side as they grabbed their lunch.

“if you need any help with.. y’know.. courting yn.. just let me know.” taehyun smiled sharing a little grin with the younger. taehyun’s lunch went smoother than it had began. although, an unfortunate feeling still sat in his stomach. his mind overwhelmed with negative thoughts. he wondered if you had held those same beliefs about him, did you even know who he was before his coach begged you into tutoring him? he had so many thoughts and feelings running through him, surely you had to have known about his relationship with nari, it was the only thing that the school was talking about for weeks. they seemed like such a sweet couple, although they failed to notice the lack of affection that nari received. so when nari suddenly started to argue with kang taehyun during the soccer game’s half time, it threw everyone off guard. instead of getting distracted by the chaos that he didn’t mean to start, it was nearly as if taehyun was doing better. scoring a hat trick and winning the final match of the season. taehyun didn’t know how he felt about any of the odd situation, he felt sad, but surely there had to be a reason for why taehyun just couldn’t get close to her no matter what. he truly did try to be affectionate to nari, but something in him never felt right doing so. in the end, he let her go, not chasing after her and not persuading her to return to him with false feelings. he knew it would’ve been wrong to date her when he realized that his feelings of love weren’t genuine.

with that, nari began to try to move on, dating people who were proven to be loving, yet she didn’t love them like she did with taehyun. it wasn’t easy to move on and nari knew that, but she truly wanted to, she wanted to move on and let go of taehyun.. so if nari and taehyun had come to a somewhat mutual agreement, why was soobin and yeonjun so bitter about the situation? well it was because they were both on miso’s side, completely. they felt wrong that taehyun had treated nari so badly especially compared to how she had treated him. it was nearly as if she was giving him the whole world, and he was giving her nothing in return. seeing the boy so ickly in love with a person whom he had just met, it sent soobin and yeonjun through the roof. his constant gazes over to the place where you were sitting, it bothered them. huening kai, on the other hand, understood taehyun. you can’t force yourself to love someone who you know you don’t love. if taehyun’s heart was finally beating for someone, then kai saw no problem with it. after all, it was taehyun’s love life and not theirs and surely kai thought that soobin and yeonjun had to understand that. they can’t control a life that isn’t theirs.

the three boys watched as taehyun exited the group of them, walking over to you. he took a seat at the free chair next to you, placing his tray down on the free spot in front of him on the table. your friends turned to look at him only to go back to their own conversation, even though beomgyu quietly kept listening to whatever you and taehyun rambled again.

“is it okay if i sit here ?” taehyun asked, nearly mumbling, his voice a bit quiet as he still felt quite called out due to the encounter that he had with his friends not so long ago. beomgyu’s eyes stayed stuck on the soccer player, watching as he took a seat next to you. he worried for you, he knew that you probably didn’t remember, but beomgyu remembered seeing the situation with taehyun blow up. he didn’t want you to end up in the same situation that nari ended up in, in all truth, that was his only worry. if taehyun wasn’t known for his uncommitted behavior then perhaps he would’ve been okay, especially since the boy was so keen on giving you the world.

“yeah, you okay ?” you questioned, worried about his quiet attitude which you had learned is quite foreign to him, he was typically all smiles and laughter, especially with his friends.

“yeah… i’m fine.. is it okay if i mi-“

“you can’t miss today, taehyun. not if you really want to meet your deadline.. what’s wrong ?” you stop him from finishing his sentence, your eyebrows nearly naturally furrowed, feeling bad for the boy who sat next to you.

“nothing… i just kind of got into it with my friends…” don’t get him wrong, he totally would love to share anything with you.. but he didn’t want to bring up the topic in front of you. wouldn’t it be awkward ? talking to his crush about his ex girlfriend, or was he just overthinking.

“about ?”

“about something stupid.. i shouldn’t have even ran off, but i just felt- not very happy.”

“and it’s okay to feel that way taehyun.. tell you what.. come to our session today and i’ll treat you to ice cream ? how does that sound ?”

“sounds like you’re trying to bribe me as if i’m a child… and it’s working…” you let out a small giggle, ruffling taehyun’s hair.

“how about we go talk to your friends, don’t you want to make up with them ?” you asked, tilting your head. you held out your hand for taehyun, getting up from your seat. he lightly accepted your hand, a gentle blush appearing on his cheeks. he guided you to the direction of his friends and their table. the three boys looked up, catching them off guard as they were having a rather important conversation about the boy who still held your hand.

“taehyun is here to say sorry for running off, he just felt a bit uncomfortable with the situation..” you sent the group a smile, they could immediately tell that you weren’t there to cause any harm or trouble to taehyun. although, soobin and yeonjun couldn’t get behind taehyun’s intentions of dating or taking things further than friends with you. kai waved at you, a tiny grin resting on his face as he witness the bright red blush cover taehyun’s face even though this entire time, taehyun didn’t think he was blushing… he simply thought that the cafeteria was awfully hot.

“sorry… for running off-.. i just felt— i felt nervous and uncomfortable…” taehyun apologized, holding onto your hand a bit tighter than before, your thumb rubbing the back of his hand. caressing his soft, yet clammy hands, it was rare for him to get in such a serious ‘argument’ with the boys. typically they made a few comments and the next second they were joking around. of course, the last time they got into such a serious argument was when he got scolded by his hyungs for treating nari so bad to the point that she had to take things into her own hands.

“it’s alright, we’re sorry for making things so complicated for you.” yeonjun apologized with a tinge of a sour tone in his voice, he simply couldn’t believe that taehyun was so… he didn’t know how to put it, maybe different ?

“would you like to take a seat yn ?” soobin offered, interested to learn more about you, especially if taehyun was going to be seeing you often and have his mind on you 24/7. soobin had been taking a few notes from kai, but he was having a hard time on taking action. he wanted to be as accepting as kai, but he was completely fighting on what he believed was the right thing to have done.

“oh- no.. it’s okay, i wouldn’t want to interrupt anything,”

“no, it’s fine !! we weren’t really talking much.” huening kai replied, signaling to the free seat next to taehyun’s assigned seat which was currently empty. taehyun took a look at you, the corners of his lips slightly turned upwards, sensing the slight battle that you were fighting in your mind.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he whispered to a volume that only you can make sense of. huening sent you an apologetic smile, feeling a tad bit guilty for indirectly putting some pressure on you. although, you understood that he didn’t mean to, plus it was harmless, all he was doing was making sure that you felt welcomed.

“i’ll stay..” you grinned, taking a seat next to taehyun, before realizing that the two of you still had your hands intertwined with each other. “don’t wanna let go?” you teased, the red tint returning to taehyun’s cheeks, but he had to play it off.

“mmm… why would i want to let go of an angel.” it was your turn to blush, the nickname he gave you caused you to beam ear to ear.

the rest of the lunch period went by quickly with taehyun’s unwarranted advances, but now the sun progressively made process in moving. the bell rang signifying the end of the day, you walked with beomgyu to the library as he declared to get answered from you, as sunghoon and ning ning walked behind the two of you, still playfully bantering over who was in the right; you or beomgyu.

“what do you mean ? what was it all about ? does he want your number, say no !?” beomgyu exclaimed, acting panicked at the entire situation.

“beomgyu.. he already has my number..” you rolled your eyes, getting ready to be the victim of yet another earful from beomgyu.

“what do you mean ?? why does he have your number ?”

“beomgyu, it’s as if you’re forgetting that i’m literally tutoring him.”

“no- you’re not.. you’re not tutoring him ! you’re simply just spending time with him, there’s nothing to tutor him.. if he’s so so smart as you make him out to be then why would you be tutoring him ?” beomgyu challenged, a hint of proudness displaying on his face.

“seriously beomgyu.. go home, the sun doesn’t last that much time in the sky, get home before it gets dark.. i’ll take care of myself, promise.”

“promise ?” beomgyu asked once more, to ensure that you were going to keep your promise.

“yup, i promise, beomie. now go home, i don’t need to worry about you getting home soon late. especially with how dangerous the roads have been recently.

“alright, just.. take care, alright ?”

“ i will.. and take sunghoon and ning with you !!” you yelled out, watching as the other two reluctantly followed behind beomgyu. you truly knew that beomgyu meant no harm at all, you also knew that beomgyu came off as overprotective, but he wasn’t truly like that. at the end of the day, he accepted any kind of decision that you made, and he respected all of your decisions. beomgyu was just worried that you would get hurt, rightfully so.. the two of you had met when you were younger, beomgyu fell witness to the amount of bullying and pain in general that you experienced, he never really did anything then.. but it wasn’t too late to make up for that. so when beomgyu saw the action at the soccer game that he indeed went to with sunghoon, he didn’t really care, in fact he forgot all about it. that was until he heard that you were going to be tutoring taehyun. which in itself wasn’t a huge issue, the issue lied in the fact that taehyun was already progressing in his goal of getting closer to you, he truly didn’t want to see you get heartbroken.

beomgyu stood silently, awaiting for your arrival. he turned his head hearing a group of joyful laughter. he watched as you gave the group of students your money, he knew that you needed that money, but something stopped him from running to defend you. something in his gut told him to just stand still, pretend like he didn’t see anything. and when you arrived, he simply greeted you as if nothing had happened, and he noticed the way that you would do the same. his heart ached, seeing you in such a hurt state.. but it wasn’t the only time that this happened, it constantly happened and each time he was eaten alive by the guilt of staying as a witness and providing no comfort for you.

the sun began to set, you and beomgyu sat down on the blue metal bench, thin jackets doing the best in their ability to protect the two of you from the breezing cold air and the icy snow that continued to build up. the trees left without any more leaves.

despite the cold weather, beomgyu’s full attention was on the dry tears marks that were visible on your cheeks. he nearly felt like crying himself, he knew that your home life wasn’t quite the best either. a single mother trying their best to take care of three other kids, and due to their judgmental behavior, it was harder for your mother to properly handle everyone in the household.. however, you were quite understanding, at least compared to your siblings. you helped out your mother with any chores she needed help with, but even you were a victim to your siblings’ ruthless comments.

beomgyu remembered one day that he came over to your house after you invited him for a homemade meal that your mother made, and even then your siblings weren’t quite nice to you. they repeatedly joked around, asking if beomgyu was your boyfriend. even though they had reached your limit, you didn’t really say much to them, all you did was keep quiet and try to talk with beomgyu. you’re attitude hadn’t even changed much, at least compared to how much they had tested your patience.

so when you and beomgyu sat on the bench, snow falling onto your hair and body. beomgyu took a blanket out of his backpack, putting it around the two of you, moving closer towards you. he felt like he was your brother, like he had to take care of you. it was a cruel world and he hadn’t protected you then, so he was going to make changes to his lifestyle. he wanted to look after you, take care of you so you feel as safe as possible and as comfortable as he can make you.

the bullying stopped around your 2nd year of high school, it still lingered a bit longer till your 3rd year. but once you became a well known tutor, the school practically loved how kind you were and soon enough you were basically the highschool’s sweetheart.

some days you would barely be arriving to school when suddenly somebody would stop you in the hallways to give you their strawberry milk. although, soon beomgyu’s protective side came out causing people to be quite anxious over gifting you their milk. the two of you became close to sunghoon and ningning due to their extreme kindness.

you entered the library, placing your things down in your reserved table that was mainly just for you and taehyun, you’d barely seen anyone even stay behind for school so it was as if the table was only for the two of you. your hand waved at the librarian, sending her a kind and warm smile. she returned the same energy, a small toothy grin displayed on her face. you left your things on the table, checking your phone and seeing the digits 4:10, you still had plenty of time before having to meet taehyun. you entered the aisle that was created by the gap between each wooden bookshelf, scanning the titles and covers of each book. your eyes fell on a book, a dark forest green cover with gold accents.

you reach up to the top shelf, trying to grab the book that had caught your attention. taehyun noticed, walking up from behind you and grabbing the book that you so struggled to reach. the tips of your fingers losing their contact against the book. “here you go..” taehyun shocked you, as he handed you the book, completely catching you off guard. the paperback sat in your hands.

“do you feel better ?” you questioned, raising your eyebrow at the boy as the two of you walked back to the wooden table, taking a seat next to each other.

“much better, thanks to you.” taehyun lied through his teeth. in reality, yeonjun was still giving him a bit of a hard time as they discussed the situation. soobin had quite grown a liking to you, watching the way that you cared for taehyun. he found it so cute that you had to lead the boy to his friends and help him apologize. however, yeonjun at this point had a weird feeling that taehyun was going to use you, like he had with every other of his partners since nari.

the two of you focused on the papers in front of taehyun, as you opened up the book that you had just checked out thanks to taehyun’s help in reaching it. you discussed a few things with taehyun, although, you didn’t forget about your promise to take him out to eat ice cream.

©️kumabeom

this love taglist : @run2seob @soobadooba @soobnuuy @pockychuwu @crazynyctophilia @rencarnationofangel @esther-kpopstan @mrsyawnzzn @matcha-binz @michinri @hanstarrs @ariam-96 @pinkheadflowers @kittyhyuka @run4gyu

an: PLEASE REMEMBER THIS CHAPTER IT IS THE IMPORTANT. IM LITERALLY WARNING YALL 🤭🤭

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silentstyx · 2 months ago

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hi, I don't know if you're still taking request for out but if you are PLEASE DEAR GOD, HENRY MILLS X READER where reader is super quiet and has rbf but then they get around Henry and just light up like nobody's seen before 🛐🛐

"And You Take Me The Way I Am"

tw! idk regina's kind of a bitch, cussing (a tad), reader pretty much has social anxiety 💀

guys how much aura did i lose when i forgot how i set up my fics bc its been so long... 😭😭 i didnt know how to end it so uh sloppy ending lwk.

You heard people around you as you sat in the booth alone at granny's. Someone you recognized with a black short pixie cut with a warm smile and kind eyes. She offered you to sit with her and her family so you're not alone. You look up at her, looking at her outfit. pink blouse with black leggings. Brown boots since it was getting somewhat chilly outside. You looked her outfit up and down- shit.

You realized that you doing this could give the impression of a dirty look so you just look back to your phone instead. The woman furrowed her brows, somewhat confused as she tilted her head. After a couple of seconds she walked back to her table with a 2 other girls and a guy. One girl with a black bob, the other with blonde long hair- oh no. This was Henry's, your boyfriend, family. They all saw you staring at them and the one with a bob gave you a dirty look as she saw your stare. You realized that you had your brows furrowed and quickly relaxed them. Embarrassed, you just go back to your previous activities on your phone.

You then hear the door jingle, announcing to everyone that someone entered. You heard Red softly tell them 'hey henry', so you look back and immediately smiled. It was more of a subtle smile but better than earlier nonetheless. You got up and walked over to him, mumbling a quiet 'hey'. Usually you'd be louder but you could feel his family glaring at you. You could feel the stares pierce through your back.

Henry smiled back at you then saw his families confused looks and one of his mom's glare. His brows then furrowed as he looked back at you. You gave an awkward smile and replied, "uhm... I met your family, unknowingly...."

He sighs and walks past you, grabbing your hand. He walks to their table, "Moms, grandma, grandpa, this is my girlfriend. [Name]."

The one with a black bob looked you up and down, almost exactly to how you did to the one with a pixie cut. Henry pointed to all of them and told you who they were. Even though you were rude, His grandma still gave you a warm smile, the only one to be kind, once she was introduced. It felt ironic that she was the only nice one.

"Hi.. sorry about the looks, It wasn't meant to be rude..." You explain, shoulders tensed. Henry's hand was still laced with yours.

"What was it meant as then." His mom with black hair replied, he said her name was regina. She wasn't asking a question it sounded like. It was definitely meant to intimidate.

"I was just... observing, I guess? I don't know what it's called but it wasn't ill intended." You explain further, praying that they forgive you.

His grandma gives them all a look, one that says 'its fine'. Regina looked you up and down again then relaxed back into her chair.

"Who's your mom and dad?" His grandpa questions, Henry sighs seeing all of them ready to give his girlfriend a second chance. You guys combined the table and the booth and talked til it was dark.

His family loved you once they got to know you, David said your smile was brighter than Mary Margaret's.

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission.

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thetriplets3 · 2 years ago

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from the touching prompt list

11, 12, 24, 27 and 32 with matt, maybe it’s their first time really being alone together and reader gets to see how touchy matt is and how affectionate he can really be.

of course anon!!

your touch

I’ve known you for years and I know you and your brothers would never leave me but it’s always on my mind. Part of me feels bad, watching as you celebrate yet another big accomplishment and all I do is try and show my love and pride for you through a smile and high five. Knowing all you guys want to do is sweep me off my feet in the biggest hug and not being able to breaks my heart and yours but you respect it. Lately I haven’t been able to shake this feeling, I feel like something’s missing. I’m curled up on your bed watching as you sit at your computer playing some game. With a heavy sigh you take your headset off and head out of your room probably to go raid the kitchen. I follow behind you like a lost puppy and sit at the kitchen table as I anxiously bite at the skin around my fingers.

You turn around with a slight jump when you hear the chair scrape against the floor, not knowing I had followed you. “You always do that and you scare me each time”.

I’m too caught up in my own thoughts to say something witty back so I offer a small smile and continue picking at my skin. You turn back around and continue rummaging through the fridge. I get up and without thinking wrap my arms around you from behind. I feel you tense you, confused as to what was happening. I feel you trying to turn around so I immediately let go and take a step back, feeling like I’ve done something wrong.

“I- I’m sorry I should have asked” I say feeling the tears build in my eyes.

“No no no it’s okay you don’t need to ask it just surprised me that’s all” you tell me as you gently grab ahold of my hoodie and pull me into your chest. Every muscle in my body relaxes and my body starts lightly shaking as tears start to fall.

“Shhh I’ve got you you’re okay” you lips dance against my ear as you whisper. We stay like this for who knows how long but you don’t dare to let go until I do first knowing how much I needed this. I pulled away and immediately found the ground to be fascinating.

You don’t rush me into say anything as you offer a “we all need love some times, never hesitate to come to any of us, okay? No questions asked we’ll give it to you”.

“I don’t know how to explain it but my body’s craving the feeling of comfort and I needed to feel pressure”. You smile at me with so much love in your eyes as you gently tuck hair behind my ears and rest your palm against my cheek. Leaning into your touch I offer a shy smile back trying to look everywhere else but your eyes.

“I’m glad you feel safe enough to let me be that person for you” you say looking into my eyes.

“I feel the safest around you Matt, I love your touch, it’s comforting”.

From now on you offer me small touches that are full of love to let me know that you’re there if I need you. Our little moment in the kitchen has brought me closer to you. I’ve spent the past few nights over at yours, usually falling asleep on the sofa. I woke up to see it was only 4am, knowing you’d likely be awake, I wrapped myself in the fuzzy blanket covering me and pad over to your room quietly knocking. Hearing a small hum of acknowledgment from behind the door, I open the door and close it behind me. You don’t hesitate to lift the covers for me to crawl in beside you. Fully cocooned in the blanket still I cuddle up to you, resting my head on your chest. You snake your arm under my blanket and gently trace your fingers up and down my back, slowly lulling me to sleep.

With a gentle kiss to my hair and the softest whisper you say “I love you and thank you for trusting me enough to be the one to give you comfort”. Thinking I was asleep you were shocked and a tad embarrassed to hear me murmur something. Although not fully coherent, it was unmistakably an I love you. I have yet to show or ask for affection from your brothers or anyone else, so right now these small moments full of love are saved for you.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader

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tenderlads · 5 months ago

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Order and Voices - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Rude Awakening

This is a warning, am still very new with writing stories so this might be a tad bit bad (grammar wise) for my first time. So, I hope you can bear with me.

There also might be shipping later, but only in a hint type of way. (Am not really a big fan of ships or doing that if it's not canon...

But anyways enough of my ramblings, let's get to the story!!

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Soft.

Soft Pillows spread around filling the once cold hedgehog with warmth.

Nice fair hands picked him up causing them to giggle from the new sensation. Faint sounds of heels tapping across a clear surface, leading to a rather squeaky door he presumed. Muffled Voices were heard, which could be heard if wanted, but to the hedgehog it wasn’t important, gentle hands rubbed and massaged which soothed him to the touch. Everything around was numb. All he could feel right now is

*Soft*

*warm*

*fuzzy*

More hands began to touch him, slightly bothering him from the ruff change. He stirred a little in his sleep making himself a bit more conscious, which when he was met with a very cold surface, making him shiver. The hedgehog felt like he was being held in place, he let out an irritated wine, beginning to protest and kick against this which bit him in the long run.

A sharp stinging sensation penetrated his whole body causing him to tense up and curl in on himself.

He began to hear static and murmuring which became louder and louder by each passing second, his body started to shake violently as the murmuring turned into whispers and as the whispers turned into mumbles and as the mumbles turned into a voice.

Voices…

Loud voices..

Multiple voices..

Multiple loud voices…

Squeezing his ears tightly. The hedgehog tried to block out the sounds but he Deep within those voices he could faintly hear,

His name…?

*Russell…*

(Becoming)

*Russell..*

(Louder)

*Russell*

(And loud—)

RUSSELL!!!!

"GAAAAH!!”

The hedgehog screamed, whipping his head up, Eyes buckled and bloodshot. Clearly startled from his slumber. As he shakily lifted himself up, he noticed a shadow in front of him. There is a pet standing right in front of him. A pink ponytailed monkey stood over him with a huge smile on their face, high energy radiating from them. He knew exactly who that was… Minka.

“Russell didn’t you hear me..? I’ve been calling you this whole time!” She shouted jumping impatiently, Russell covered his ears, groaning a little from her loud and exaggerated outburst “ Minka could you keep it down… it’s hardly even past ten yet..” he whined, planning to get back to his comfortable bed. “What do you mean Russell, it’s nearly noon already!” She shouted again at him.

“Noon!?” The hedgehog shouted, shooting a look back at Minka, “when did it become noon!?” The hedgehog yelled at Minka, grabbing onto her shoulders, clearly really confused.

“Since forever ago...!” Minka said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “We've been trying to wake you up since earlier this morning! but you didn’t budge...” Minka replied shrugging. After she said that he slowly let go of Minka. Still a bit frazzled up Russell glanced around as he looked at the clock on the wall past the glass from the daycare.

Strangely... it was noon.

But when did it become noon...? He questioned,

How long was he out…?!

Come to think of it, he didn't even remember when he came in this morning...

Heck, he didn’t even remember even coming to littlest pet shop today. He thought his owner called him in sick today.

it didn’t make any sense.

“Are you okay Russell.?”

Minka's voice broke through his thoughts as she sounded much more relaxed than usual. Russell could hear a slight bit of worry in her voice “yeah, I’m fine Minka... just a bit tired and confused...” he said scratching the back of his quills, rubbing both of his eyes with one hand trying to get the sleepiness out of them.

“Well look who it is sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up!”

Said an all too familiar voice, making Russell hunch a little by their statement.

Pepper, a gray and white skunk known for pulling pranks and cracking jokes,

Mostly jokes about him…

“Now pepper.. am sure Russell has a reason as to why he’s been asleep for a while..” Zoe said quietly to Pepper, coming off as scolding to Russell from the purple dog.

The other pets follow suit behind the girls, probably coming over from hearing all the commotion Minka was making. “What’s with all the racket...?” Vinnie the green lizard whined walking close to his blue furry friend “I was wondering the same thing...” Sunil questioned rubbing his paw together, looking around nervously.

“I GOT RUSSELL UP!!” Minka shouted jumping excitedly around hopping over to where other pets were, Russell groaned rubbing his eyebrows together “ guys... am oka— “

“Russell awake!?”

A sweet voice spoke loudly, the feeling of being lifted up suddenly catching him in his breath. He was in a hug. A tightly wrapped hug... by a certain panda bear.

“I was so worried about you!” Penny Ling cried, tears beginning to form around her eyes “

“Am okay.., Minka just exaggerating this whole situation..” Russell wheezed out trying to catch his breath.

“Exaggerating is an understatement” pepper said, raising an eyebrow “you been asleep for nearly the WHOLE DAY!”

Pepper said raising her voice. Causing penny ling to drop Russell with a *thud*. He groaned for the third time, slowly standing up rubbing his sore stomach from Penny's sudden drop she did to him. He looked around and all the pets were looking at him.

He really wasn’t ready for this…

To many faces

To many voices

*Voices…*

*Voices..*

*VOICES*

Snap!

Russell jumped a little, his daze slowly clearing. Pepper was standing right in front of him holding her paw up in a snapping motion with an irritated look on her face. “Russell, why do you keep dozing off?” She asked sternly, brows arched nearly over her eyes

“Pepper, am fine…just a bit tired” he sighed, eyes drooping a little “and you guys are Surely not helping with this right now..” he muttered under his breath.

Pepper frowned and opened her mouth to protest, but before she could even get a word out Vinne interrupted her.

“ Uh.. has anyone seen Blythe today...?”

Vinne asked awkwardly, all the other pets (other than pepper anyways) shook their heads, their attention not much on Russell anymore. “I haven’t seen Blythe around either” Sunil replied as well to vinne’s comment.

Like on que, The door to the daycare suddenly opened.

“Hey pets!”

Blythe announced walking into the room, rocking a brand-new stylish outfit and hairstyle. (One of her new designs Russell assumed) all the other pets ran to her barking and yapping in excitement jumping all around her, just as everyone ran ahead pepper held back. Stopping right next to the hedgehog “am not done with you yet...” she hissed giving him a quick glare and ran to catch up to the others.

Russell just sighed, straightening himself up as he rolled his eyes, then he sluggishly walked his way over to join the others, to get in on the commotion.

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So that's the end of chapter 1!

It seems kind of short, but I promise it's going to get better later on!

But I do wonder what's going on with Russell and that strange Dream...hmmmm?!

We will find out next time!

#lps 2012 #littlest pet shop 2012 #littlest pet shop russell #littlest pet shop

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spotsandsocks · 2 years ago

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Fuck It Friday

Throwing out an older fic for FIF thanks for tags @mumucow and @alyxmastershipper (tags are under the cut- no pressure but would love to see whatever you’re creating right now )

The Look of Love 9.6K T Eddie says I love you and leaving Buck confused so he takes the time to think about what he knows about love and what that means for how he feels about his best friend

The knocking sounds urgent, Bobby checks the time with a frown, it’s getting late but it’s not really too late for an unexpected visitor, so this isn't necessarily an emergency of some kind. He opens the door a tad warily anyway, hoping for a familiar face and he’s not wrong, it’s Buck. He’s standing there hand raised mid knock. The look on his face is hard to read but he’s not smiling.

“Hey Buck. Everything ok?”

It’s obvious it’s not because as soon as he asks, the younger man’s face crumples and he shakes his head. Bobby’s track record with emotional men knocking unexpectedly on his door isn’t great but he’s not about to turn Buck away.

“You wanna come in, talk some?”

That gets a quick nod and Bobby assesses him surreptitiously as he walks past, makes his way down the steps into the lounge. It’s obvious Buck’s upset, more upset than Bobby’s seen him for a while. The last time he’d looked like this was months ago now when Eddie had destroyed his bedroom and Buck had been scared to death for his friend, terrified he wouldn’t be able to help him. Bobby had known better. Buck had stepped up and been there for Eddie every step of the way. He was proud of them both.

Looking at Buck now he wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out this is about Eddie again.

Buck’s waiting at the bottom of the steps nervous energy running through him. Bobby joins him.

“So how can I help.” He waits expectantly and nods to himself when Buck’s first faltering word is,

“Eddie.”

Then he stops, mouth clamped tightly shut, Bobby can see the muscles tensing in his jaw. Buck starts pacing and Bobby tries not to frown. He ignores the prickle of panic in his gut because he knows that if anything truly bad had happened to Eddie then Buck would look a lot worse. Bobby thinks he probably wouldn’t be standing.

Buck tries again “Eddie said…. he told me….”

Whatever it is Buck can hardly get it out. Bobby moves closer, places a comforting hand on the younger man’s arm to help still his restless movements. Buck looks him in the eye, he looks lost and confused and Bobby wonders what on earth has happened to do this to him.

“Bobby he.. he… he said, he said that…” Buck inhales deeply then exhales loudly, “he said that he loves me.” Buck’s face screws up on the last three words, an expression of disbelief painted across his features.

Bobby had been mentally preparing for whatever Buck was going to tell him, running possible disaster scenarios through his mind. This doesn’t seem like a disaster, more of a step forward.

“Oh.” Buck’s still staring at him intently waiting for more so he adds “Ok.”

Bobby’s calm acceptance of the news is clearly more than Buck can handle, he erupts gesticulating wildly,

“Ok! Ok!? You you don’t get it Bobby! He loves me .”

“I heard you fine Buck.” Bobby reacts calmly because it’s really not the most outlandish thing he’s ever been told, not by a long shot, after all he does have eyes. He has been watching these two men for the last few years.

Buck only gets more agitated by this response. He decides Bobby’s misunderstood him,

“No! He meant like in love with me,” his emphasis reveals his shock.

Bobby pats him on the shoulder, “ok, you sit down, take a breath. I’ll go get you a drink.”

Buck nods then immediately starts pacing again.

That's what Athena sees when she walks out of her bedroom, Buck pacing in her living room. She pauses to assess the scene?

“Hey there Buck, how you doing?” She offers the greeting cautiously, reading his mood easily.

His head snaps towards her and he blurts out his news to her too.

“Athena, Eddie loves me!”

“Ok… “ with one syllable turning into two Athena throws a glance towards her husband filling glasses in their kitchen. His eyes meet hers and his expression says it all.

Athena looks back at her unexpected visitor “and we didn’t already know that?” She raises her eyebrows eloquently at the frustrated noise Buck makes. She tries to soothe him, “Buck baby, of course Eddie loves you.”

“He means” Bobby returns “Eddie’s told Buck that he’s in love with him” Bobby gives her another meaningful look as he passes Buck his water.

“Oh. I see.” Athena bites her lips together, throws the young man in front of her a sympathetic look, she’d never quite been sure how much he saw and ignored and how much he was oblivious to, both about Eddie’s feelings and his own. Now she has her answer.

Buck is still processing his new piece of information and exclaims “Why aren’t you surprised? I sure as hell was!”

“Buck sit down” she adds a hint of command to her voice and he does as he’s told, knees folding automatically.

Bobby takes the seat opposite him, “Ok so talk me through this.”

“He said…” Buck stands up then sits back down as Athena fixes him with a stare.

“He he he said…that he that he just wanted to tell me, th th that he didn’t need me to do anything about it and and” the last part comes out after another sigh “that he just wanted to say it outloud, just once.”

Buck misses Athena’s softly gasped “oh” as her hand comes up to cover her heart.

“He said…” Buck voice trails off as he looks at his Captain obviously hoping that he can give him answers. Athena's heart hurts for him, he looks so confused.

“Bobby, what am I supposed to do?”

continue on AO3

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven @fatedbuddie @jobairdxx @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @the-likesofus @monsterrae1 @buddierights @cowboy-buddie @swiftiediaz @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann @elvensorceress @hippolotamus @spaceprincessem @lilbuddie @fleurdebeton @loveyourownsmiilee @stagefoureddiediaz @like-the-rest-of-la @yelenasbuddie

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pavardscherie · 2 years ago

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Hello <3 Could you write something about Benjamin Pavard and reader going on a date and he's such a simp for her? <3

my beautiful, beautiful girl; benjamin pavard

pairing. benjamin pavard & f! reader summary. benji takes you out on a date, and is an absolute simp for you.

izzy talks. i love that man so freaking much, it’s really unhealthy but well. benji is just a different class of men. it’s that easy, haha.

requests are open!

you shared a story about your classes while gesturing almost wildly through the air with your hands. another girl from university tried to befriend you, in an attempt to get to know benjamin and his teammates. it’s been the same routine for the past year.

complaining about the whiny comments of the girls, you exhaled a deep breath. almost an annoyed groan. yet, benjamin hasn’t moved his position. arms still crossed on the table, leaned slightly forward with his weight on the table, and the attentive gaze focused on you.

he loved to listen to your voice. the little high-pitched sound your gentle tone added, when complaining about the useless attempts of other females. or the repeating blinks when you tried to understand a situation. you were beautiful to him, in every possible state. annoyed, angry, sad and satisfied. too many emotions but benjamin admired each little thing.

“are you even listening?” fingers snapped in front of benjamin’s dreamy face, attempting to regain his attention.

“yep.” leaning forward, he took her hand in his and placed them back on top of the table. fingers half-heartily intertwined, his thumb drew small circles across her knuckles. “just admired you.”

“admired me?” you raised an eyebrows, a tad of confusion about his confession twisted your expression. “why? for what?”

“because you’re beautiful.” pavard confessed, shrugging the shoulders. a wide smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, resembling the satisfaction he felt.

“thank you, but you know, i was just ranting about another girl, wanting to use me? like again?“

„i know.“ benjamin admitted, propping up his elbow on the table to place his chin in the palm. „guess it’s your extrovert kind of personality. always open arms, and a word of good advice on the tip of your tongue. i’m pretty sure, they admire you more than any of my teammates.“

„are you alright?“ you raised an eyebrow, the confusion about the sudden amount of compliments growing. eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown, the long wrinkles appearing across your forehead. “are you drunk?”

“what? no.” benjamin’s chuckle sounded like the carefree melody of a bird. a sweet sound sung with happiness and comfort. “you’re just the most beautiful and kind woman i’ve ever had the chance to meet. i don’t know how you’re doing it but being in your presence already lightens my mood and makes my heart race. you’re like, the best gift on christmas eve, the greatest goal in football history and the most important championship i could have won. i really, really don’t know how i deserve you but i’m extremely thankful to have the opportunity to feel your love.”

the compliments were a rambled mess of syllables. breaths stuck in his throat as the sentences trembled out of his dry mouth without a long break. while you attempted to understand where the sudden emotional outbreak was coming from, benjamin’s eyes could have turned into a heart-shaped form.

"you're completely simping over your girlfriend, benjamin." you chuckled to yourself, still finding the appreciation between the sparks of amusement. benjamin used compliments in any given sense. on special occasions, when he came home from a long training session or to smoothen the anger after an argument. it worked, always. "how can i not? i'm a simp for you, mon amour."

another confession, another breathtaking smile from the football players. lips curled upwards, almost lifted towards the corners of his hickory orbs. happiness suited his gentle features, a delightful look for the usually tensed up muscles. “you made that very clear, my love.” you chuckled, leaning back on the stool, still dazzled from the load of compliments.

“then don’t forget about it, my beautiful, beautiful princess.” his chin placed in the palm of his right hand, the elbow rested on the wooden table beside the empty food plate. gazing at you, almost staring intensely, he still could not believe how he ever deserved such a gentle soul. it was his mission to let you feel his genuine admiration any given day, and benjamin was truly living up to it.

“stop now, you’re making me blush.” you giggled, holding a hand over your face, carefully to not smear the make up. even through the thick foundation, the layer of a golden highlighter, the tint of candy red blemished the span of your cheeks. “still looks beautiful.”

benjamin shrugged the shoulders, leaning across the square table to reach out for your hand. calloused fingers wrapped around your skin ones, he pulled your arm away and exposed your blushed face. if you would not witness how his lips curled further upwards, you would have never believed that his smile could grow further. but it did. exactly at the moment, when his caramel orbs landed on you.

you were the source of his happiness, and he was deeply in love. an absolute simp for you.

#football blurb #football drabble #football imagine #bayern munich #bayern münchen #fc bayern munich #german football #bayern munchen #fc bayern #football fans #benjamin pavard blurb #benjamin pavard imagine #benjamin pavard drabble #benjamin pavard #benjamin pavard fluff #french footballers #french national team #football fluff #bundesliga

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idolish7imagines · 4 months ago

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Hello! Could I request Haruka x a reader with ADHD who stims a lot, especially over ZOOL? And maybe they accidentally slip up and confess they love him during it?🙏

Haruka x reader who stims a lot, especially over ZOOL and accidentally confesses

.::.

"Aaah, Harukaaa!"

You squeal, surprising your sweaty, green-haired idol friend from behind. He hadn't known you were anywhere close, especially since he and his group were on their way to their dressing rooms after a big concert.

He had flinched, but didn't move, turning around halfway to see your excited figure bouncing up and down. "o-Oi, how did you even get back here, if someone ends up seeing us together in the hall.."

The snickers of his group members were unfortunately for him, not gone unnoticed, but it seems at least that they were already turning to continue heading to their dressing room, looking equally as exhausted with water bottles in hand.

"You all did so well!" You call out to them, and they give waves and thumbs up as acknowledgement before finding their room.

Leaving Haruka to hear the rest of your swooning and compliments while you can hardly contain yourself or keep still.

He'd gotten a whole recounting of the concert from your perspective. The dramatic, heartfelt moments, to the performances that hyped you and the audience up the most. It felt like he was only hearing all of this through one ear and the other was ringing from how loud everything was not even a half hour ago from when they'd gotten off stage.

"Thanks..we worked really hard and some crappy things happened last minute." A sigh emits from him.

"Oh sorry, am I rambling?? Sorry I can't help it..You and ZOOL were so amazing, and I saw you worked so hard these past weeks" You air your appreciation. "Your talent deserves to be seen by everyone and i wanted to let you know..I just..I love you!" You blurt, hands firm on his shoulders and nearly shaking him.

That gets a few blinks out of him, and a beat of silence as he looks at you with a bit of an incredulous look.

"You love ZOOL?" He attempts to get some clarity on that statement.

At his tone and the swift (yet somehow also late) realization to what you had said, your face heats up, and the previously starstruck expression on your face had morphed into one of slight horror and uncertainty.

"Y-Yeah, ZOOL, right.." You fidgeted uncomfortably, something that was all too obvious to spot from his perspective. He'd known you long enough to be able to notice when you were inwardly cringing.

Haruka takes a quick moment to scan the hall to make sure no one was rounding the corner or coming down to where you two were, before taking a breath.

"Relax okay, you don't need to beat around the bush, its just me here."

Your sad face wasn't something he liked to see, so he tried his best to find something to ease your worries.

"I...but I said-"

"Its fine that you love ZOOL...and me..don't freak out." He says, yet the pink on his cheeks tells that maybe he was the one on the verge of 'freaking out'. "It doesn't bother me when you act like this, I..like hearing about it."

Your body slowly becomes less tense, tilting your head at him.

"..Really? You must be tired right now though."

"I am." Haruka states bluntly. "Just..we can talk about it when I'm changed okay?"

"About me loving you?" It comes out a tad more confused at the notion than you intended.

"Yeah sure." His frown deepens, knowing that his blush has likely spread farther by now at you mentioning it again.

With that, your crush turned on his heel and seemingly speed walked back to the dressing room with the rest of his group, he himself moving a bit stiffly after that interaction.

You give a low hum, curiously watching him and wondering where your relationship would go from here when he returned.

Sure enough, he could feel your eyes fondly peering at him as he rounded the hall, desiring it even.

#idolish7 x reader #idolish7 #ainana #idolish seven #idolish7 headcanons #i7 #haruka isumi #haruka isumi x reader #zool #idolish7 zool

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ruinakete · 1 year ago

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NOT MANY A SOUL COULD BOAST that they've seen the mage dragon, the greatest of her kind, in a state of fear. and, though fright was not an emotion she was familiar with in the slightest, something was tensing her muscles. something unknown━━━dangerously widening sangria eyes and snapping the dragon's mouth close. her foot slid backward, followed closely by the lean of her body away from the twitching, muttering mess of a man stumbling past her.

something was wrong with him. had he fallen ill? how had he traveled from his quarters to the armory without drawing suspicion from the knights? though, if he had passed by patrolling knights, their uselessness would never cease to amuse her.

truly, zephia was so overcome with a shock that the crack of wood split the air, suddenly aware of how hard her nails had dug into the thin surface of the clipboard. bewildered and so terribly confused, she took another step back, grimacing but attentive to the man's every movement and breath.

thus, the mage dragon was, once again, horrified when the man turned to spew nonsense at her. ( her conscious could hardly focus on the idea of a fell - hero, as the string of delirium was awfully accented in the stranger's voice. ) he was delirious, surely. a freakshow that ached for a sword━━━an artist if his choice of speech was anything to assume.

"... the odin treatment?" zephia parroted, still grimacing; still at a distance, "fell - hero?"

but, despite the confusion, she recovered herself, albeit a tad slower than usual, and offered him a curt laugh. sangria eyes narrowed to a delighted slant, countenance not yet void of its earlier grimace. she closed the distance between them, hands itching to find their target.

he was an ill man.

but she entertained him, as would a queen to her court's fool, "oh, so you are the partner the monk so kindly warned me of." there had been no such mention. "you appear as strange as you act... well isn't this fun! the church has gifted me a form of entertainment as i work. bless their kind hearts."

the dragon's smile became fanged, an acidic sweetness as she regarded him with her absolute, undivided attention, "well, is that all of the sick poetry you can conjure for that blade? go on, you have already made a fool of yourself with that silly entrance. might as well amuse me now that you're here."

☽ ・ me and the bad bitch i let manipulate me —— zephia & odin

#fellpurpose #☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ the cruelty of a mother's greed ・【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .#☽ ━━━━━━ ❝ me and the bad bitch i let manipulate me ・【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .#wondering so hard what her reaction to this would be and i've decided #she thinks odin is a jester :pray: not taking this man seriously at ALL #it's alright odin. this bad bitch is not embarrassed by your weird theatre acting.. just a bit concerned #no one will make her as “scared” as you i fear

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stay-corner · 3 years ago

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[self control - felix]

minors don't interact!! you'll get blocked otherwise.

warnings: nsfw, sub!felix, softdom!reader (? well, sort of), forced orgasm, some vague mentions of pet play bc i can't stop thinking abt his stupid bubble messages, idk that's it i think

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felix seriously thinks he might've died and gone to heaven somewhere between the pleasant, home-cooked dinner he shared with you and his position on the bed right now, legs and arms spread clumsily underneath you. it's definitely not the first time you two sleep together - not even the first time you climb on top of him, eyes darkened with need and a small pout on your lips to which who is he to say no? - but this is way different.

he isn't sure why, maybe it's the way your hips roughly slam down on his, so hard it borders painful, or maybe it's how you growled low in your throat as you harshly pulled his hands off your body and pinned them on each side of his head, on the plush pillow. you and felix rarely ever engage in any type of power play, but this new side of you, so mean and dominant, awakens something inside him.

he probably could free his hands if he really tried, but instead he immerses himself in your gaze, completely shameless as his toes curl and small moans slip past his lips, jaw slack, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he looks almost dizzy, looking up at you full of admiration, so pliant. you merely chuckle darkly down at him, eyes sharp and mean, and felix feels his balls tighten for a second. you feel it too, which only spurs you on.

"felix," you huff, hips slowing down a tad, just to keep your voice leveled. "what have you been saying on bubble these days?" you sneer, and his eyebrows furrow slowly, smile turning into a confused pout. you'd call him cute, but tonight you have a plan, so instead you just exhale a laugh, your bounces on top of his cock halting to a deep grind. he groans, throwing his head back, eyes closing.

"come on, baby, focus," you mutter, and the tone of your voice is so cold, so demeaning, he feels a tight coil in his stomach softly forming already. he merely whimpers pathetically up at you, still confused. why would you bring up his bubble messages all of a sudden? "you're so shameless, telling STAY all about your depraved fantasies, huh? a cat? really, felix? wanna sit on my lap all small and cute? want head pats?"

at your words, felix bites his lip, closed eyes tightening even further. he doesn't want to- he can't look at you when you bring it up. he wasn't serious when he said those silly things, but something in his chest quivers when you start listing them off. your left hand leaves his wrist, and he instantly misses the pressure, but once it tangles in his locks, gently patting at his scalp, felix lets out a loud and embarrassing whine. his head snaps to the side, cheeks suddenly burning bright red, and he still refuses to open his eyes. his hand doesn't move one inch, even though it's free. his small fist simply clenches, as tight as the hold his teeth have on his lip.

"want a collar with your name on it, hm? all pretty and shiny, just for you? want me to put you on a leash, lixie? be my little kitten?" the shame burns, and felix wants to explain himself, but every single word dies in his throat, coming out as small whimpers he unsuccessfully attempts to suppress. you giggle lightheartedly, hips once again picking up the pace, but all it does is twist the knife in his groin. his high is approaching much faster than he'd like it to, his entire body tensing in anticipation.

he doesn't expect you to grab his jaw and roughly snap his head back towards you, so his eyes open in shock, wide and teary. he has to blink a few times in order to realize that you're now leaning over his frame, baring your teeth with a grin that has him want you to just devour him. you lick your lips, and your hips don't stutter even once as you mutter down at him, voice dangerous and low.

"look at me, felix. wanna see your pretty eyes while you're whining."

it makes his head spin, whatever you're doing to him. his skin tingles, and all of his senses are so heightened, in spite of the numbness that keeps his limbs heavy on the cushion. you scan his features: his cutely freckled cheeks, burning a hot red, his pouty lips that are parted, jaw slacked, letting out the prettiest whines, his half-closed eyes - you know he's struggling to keep them open for you. all for you. seeing felix like this makes you bend down and peck his nose, a moment of gentleness amidst your hard thrusts. he's so soft and pliant underneath you, his sounds small and adorable.

"i-" his voice cracks, small and shy, but there's an alarmed look in his brown, doe eyes. "i'll cum- please slow down," felix whimpers, free hand going down to your hip. his weak hold does nothing to stop you, however. normally, you wouldn't be this mean to felix, your intimate moments more akin to making love than, well, whatever is going on right now. but seeing him like this, so fucked out and spread on the sheets, his eyes quivering and his mouth squeezing out breathy pleas... your tummy clenches and you really want him to cum right now. you want to make him cum in spite of his begging. so, your hips speed up, instead of slowing down, and you smile to yourself as his moans increase in pitch, eyes closing for a few seconds before he forces them back open, focusing on you. so obedient, all for you...

"baby- y/n, wait! please, please, i'll- i don't want to-" when he sees that his small hand can't stop you, his next move is to sneak it to your clit, and although the circles he rubs are delicious, you merely chuckle down at him mockingly. it seems like he enjoys this part of you, because his hand freezes and his hips thrust up, in spite of himself. his whines are much louder now, echoing off the walls of your bedroom, high and desperate.

"baby, i'm cumming, i'm cumming, i'm-" you shut him up as you slot your mouth on top of his, and the long moan he lets out tells you that he really enjoys the pressure. when your tongue meets his, he's a goner, and he spills all his seed inside the condom. you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his balls contracting against your ass pressed snugly on his hips. his thighs are shaking, and his hand tightly grabs at you, keeping you seated even when you try to get up.

when your lips part, felix pants heavily, looking up at you with the most beautiful face you've ever seen. his cheeks are still rosy, the color spreading to his ears and chest, and his eyes lazily move over your features, full of love and admiration. still, he bites his lip, ashamed of himself. when he speaks, it comes out in shaky breaths, though his voice is now back to its normal pitch.

"i'm sorry, i-" your hand quickly puts a halt to his apology, and you merely giggle.

"it's fine, i wanted to make you cum, you deserved it," you say with a smile, peering down at his lovely gaze. there's something indescribable in his look, and when his hands sneakily wrap around your waist in a pretense of cuddling, you think nothing of it, relaxing into his hold. the yelp that escapes you once he rolls the two of you around is, nonetheless, embarrassing. he laughs softly, adjusting his position on top of you, hands gingerly holding your waist, and then he thrusts once inside of you, through his oversensitivity. his cock is almost as hard as it was five minutes ago, and you moan at the change of angle, not expecting any of your boyfriend's actions.

"well, we need to get you to finish too, no?" he sighs as he starts to find a rhythm, brows furrowing and creasing his forehead. you'd point out how much he enjoys the overstimulation in order to embarrass him, but the way in which he hits your walls has you clenching down on him, moans spilling infinitely off your tongue. "and maybe i'll work on my self control while i'm at it, hm?"

his cheeky grin lets you know he won't be stopping any time soon. good lord.

hi!!! hehehe, i finally finished something else!! i couldn't stop thinking about soft little felix underneath me after all those silly cat messages on bubble. he's so shameless!! he totally knew what he was doing ( ≧Д≦) reblogs are much appreciated, and your feedback means so much to me :> my ask box is also open to any request or thought or whatever really!! here are my guidelines and my masterlist, as well! :3 thanks for reading, and have a nice day!!

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 4 years ago

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A new servant desperately struggles to understand what exactly Merlin is:

A cryptid? Arthur's boyfriend? Simply a dude? The court jester? Something else entirely? Who knows, certainly not the new guy.

The first time the new kitchen-hand, Tristan, saw The King’s dark-haired servant sprinting down the corridor, he couldn’t tell if the man was laughing or crying.

He was fast, faster than Tristan thought possible for someone whose arms were so full of laundry, but he politely steps out of the way, coming to the conclusion that he must’ve been late for something. At least... he did think that, until he turns the next corner to see three of The king’s most trusted knights peering out of windows and into random doors. Tristan freezes in the corridor, he’d heard that servants were treated extremely well here, but he’d only been employed for a few days and he didn’t want to risk anything by pushing past or addressing his betters.

One of the knights, Sir Leon, his brain helpfully supplies, spots him stood there, and his annoyed frown quickly morphs into a friendly smile:

“Pardon me, sorry, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Merlin around anywhere, have you?”

Tristan’s eyes go wide and the grip he has on his tray tightens, but he forces himself to take a breath and answer, trying his best to keep his voice even:

“Merlin is... The King’s manservant? Tall, with dark hair?”

Another knight pushes forward, he looks to be the oldest, with dark hair falling in an almost deliberately tousled way around his bearded jawline. His charming grin seems just a little too wide to be genuine, but Tristan isn’t quite sure if that’s because he’s about to take pleasure in punishing someone, or if he’s just being polite to a stranger:

“Yeah, yeah that’s him, seen him? Arsehole turned our shirts pink in the wash, and something tells me it was deliberate.”

Tristan gulps at the accusation and he takes a shaky step back, but before he can even think of defending the stranger that he now thinks must’ve been crying, the last of the three knights, a giant, if Tristan believed in such things, steps forward:

“Don’t worry, we won’t beat him too much.”

He says it with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrows, but once again the kitchen-hand can’t tell if it was cruel or genuine, if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Uh... yeah, he turned left at the end of this corridor, but I didn’t see where he went after that, I apologise.”

Sir Leon waves away his apology with a smile, looking to the long-haired knight with a raised eyebrow:

“The stables?”

The man grins widely, nodding his agreement as he turns his grin to the giant. Sir Leon offers Tristan another soft smile, murmuring his thanks before moving past him, elbowing the other two to prompt them in to thanking him as well. The three of them march down the corridor with almost vindictive smiles on their faces, and Tristan prepares himself to see a vacancy note, or possibly a funeral invite, posted on the notice board by the next morning.

When he passes a window that evening to see the King’s manservant being carried on the giant’s shoulders as five other knights pelt them with gloves, a grin on every face, he decides that... well... it’s probably best to just not to ask.

The next time he sees Merlin, a few days later, The King is also there.

This is the first time Tristan has been in Arthur Pendragon’s presence, and though the other servant’s all rave on about how awkwardly kind he is, he’s a bundle of nerves. Not even Cook’s stories about how often she whacks The King’s knuckles with a wooden spoon when she catches him about to pilfer something stops Tristan’s heart from racing.

The King was overseeing a few of the servants decorate the main hall for a feast, and whilst Tristan is certain that that’s not something The King normally does, he doesn’t question it, just thinks that maybe the other servants had been telling the truth, and he was a genuinely nice, but normal man.

Merlin stands at his side, and though Tristan can’t hear their conversation, the two of them are clearly bickering over something. The servant can’t help his curiosity, wanting desperately to move closer to find out what sort of things The King allows his servant to bicker with him about; luckily, the table right next to them has yet to be laid, so he moves towards it quickly. He doesn’t even glance at them, terrified of being caught out, but perhaps Merlin surviving the knights non-wrath the other day is encouraging him, and his steps don’t falter. Their words come in to focus, and he has to stop the confused, and slightly horrified, frown from spreading across his face:

“Arthur, I swear to the Gods, if you make me wear that hat again, I’ll piss in your wine and serve it to you in front of a crowd.”

The King scoffs just as Tristan shakily begins laying down the cutlery:

“That’s treason, Merlin.”

“Do I look like I care? Not only will I piss in your wine, I will not hesitate to push you over a balcony at the first opportunity. This hall is high up and it’s a long way down to the gardens. He drank toxic wine and turned loopy and tipped himself off a balcony and went splat! That’s what people will say. I’m not wearing the Godamn hat.”

Tristan has to focus extra carefully to stop himself from gasping; Merlin just threatened to kill The King... that’s got to be a death sentence. Pissing off some knights that he’s obviously friendly with is one thing, but threatening to kill The-

“Ha ha. Very funny. If you can’t tell, Merlin, I’m being sarcastic, I know you struggle with complex concepts like that.”

Merlin just rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he says with no hesitation:

“My mind is more than capable of coping, My Lord, it’s your belt I worry about being able to cope nowadays.”

Tristan bites his tongue to stop himself from yelping and turns away so neither of them can see his horrified face. The King just makes an outraged noise in the back of his throat, and Tristan can hear Merlin snort in laughter at whatever expression Arthur was wearing to match such a noise:

“Go to the stocks. I want you there for three hours.”

Tristan lets out a confused breath; Merlin threatens to kill The King, and gets playful sarcasm, but he implies The King might be a tad overweight, and gets sent to the stocks for three hours? How is that-

“Yeah... no. Not happening. The feast starts in less than two hours and I still have to help Guinevere organise some stuff in the courtyard, do Gaius’ rounds for him, then put an extra hole in your belt and help you get dressed because, despite being a grown man, you’re still an idiot who’s incapable of putting clothes on in any sort of decent manner.”

Tristan finds himself relaxing a little. This seems to be the norm for them, but surely... surely The King had a line somewhere, and a servant just flat out refusing to be disciplined must be where it lies?

Arthur just scoffs, and Tristan angles his head in such a way that he can see him roll his eyes:

“Fuck off.”

Merlin grins, seeming to cast a suspicious gaze over the room to make sure no one was watching and somehow completely missing Tristan stood just there, before saying quietly:

“You love me really, you prat.”

With that, Merlin reaches up to yank at a lock of The King’s hair before hurrying off in the direction of the courtyard before Arthur can react. The King jumps slightly, clearly caught by surprise as an annoyed flush rises on his face, but Tristan just frowns in confusion when his shock gives way to a softly amused smile.

Huh.

The next few times Tristan saw Merlin made him fear for the servant’s safety. He was being taken on hunts by The King and his knights, that’s meant to be for squires, to learn the ropes and gain experience in tracking and riding.

He supposes it isn’t entirely unheard of for a servant to follow their master on a hunt, but with the way Merlin complains without pause, and The King in turn complains about his complaining, he thinks it would better for everyone if Merlin just... didn’t go. When he brings it up to another servant, a lovely woman named Guinevere who had helped him get unlost at least three times in his first week, she just laughs and smiles at him pityingly:

“I wouldn’t worry, those two have been like that forever, they’re practically inseparable.”

Tristan responds with a rather intelligent sounding:

“...What?”

Gwen laughs softly again, shaking her head and patting his shoulder consolingly:

“You’ll get used to it, they’re just... like that.”

She gives him one more smile before turning to wave the boys out of the gates and walking back to the castle as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Tristan supposes that it probably is.

The next time Tristan sees Merlin leave the city gates with the knights, Sir Elyan, Sir Mordred, and Sir Lancelot this time, it’s distinctly worse. Because he’d caught sight of the patrol rota last time he ran food down to the training ground, and he was certain that those three had a city patrol right about now.

Before he even has time to gape in shock, he hears Merlin’s pleading voice as he trails Sir Elyan like a lost puppy:

“Please, El, I promise to stay out of the way, I will do anything, but I swear to the Gods if I have to spend one more minute around that prat, I’ll hurl myself from the battlements.”

Swearing to the Gods and threating to hurl various people, including himself, from significant heights seems to be some sort of theme for The King’s manservant. Before Tristan can consider the implications of that, Sir Elyan turns to Merlin with a wide, teasing grin on his face:

“You know, I would’ve let you tag along for free, Merlin, but now that you’ve promised me something I feel the need to take advantage.”

Tristan tenses at that, a shot of ice spiking down his spine. He has keen eyes and sharp ears, he knows that Sir Elyan is the lovely Gwen’s brother, Sir Mordred seems to have an... odd worship for the servant, and he’s definitely picked up on the close bond between Merlin and Sir Lancelot, but is this where Camelot’s image comes crashing down in Tristan’s head? He knew that it was better here for servant’s than other Kingdoms, but there are always people who’ll take advantage of their position, no matter where you are. Merlin’s shoulders just drop and he asks in a sulking voice:

“What do you want?”

Tristan grits his teeth, moving his gaze so no one would catch him glaring at the knight as he tries to figure out a way to help, a way to get this virtual stranger out of being... abused, in such a manner. If he’d carried on glaring, he would’ve noticed Elyan’s soft smile and amused raised eyebrow:

“Next time you gather herbs for Gaius, bring back some more of those flowers that you got for Gwen. She said they added vibrancy to the house, whatever that means, but they make her happy, so...-”

Merlin just giggles and nods and Tristan relaxes, looking back to them with a confused smile on his face. That was... actually kind of sweet, he can definitely see the resemblance between the knight and his sister:

“-AND I want whatever Arthur’s having for dinner tonight, his food always looks way nicer than ours.”

Merlin lets out a faux annoyed groan, but then rolls his eyes and grins, nodding:

“Consider it done. Can we go now? I really don’t want to risk him seeing me and giving me some stupid chore to do.”

Elyan laughs and nods, and the four of them begin making their way out of the courtyard and into the city. Sir Lancelot finally joins the conversation, clearly amused as he says:

“You know it’s literally your job to do chores, right?”

Merlin turns to glare at him as Sir Mordred and Sir Elyan laugh, and Tristan only just hears his reply as the castle gates shut behind them:

“Fuck off.”

Tristan decides it would be pointless to bring this up to anyone again, he figures he’ll probably just get the same answer as last time.

The next confusing incident happens only a few days later. But Tristan supposes that at this point... it really shouldn’t be confusing. Gwen was right, he did just... get used to it.

He heard the steps pounding down the corridor before he saw him, but they were coming fast and hard, so he presses himself against the wall, holding the tray to his side to protect it as best he could as Merlin comes skidding round the corner.

He stops just long enough for Tristan to calm himself by spying the wide grin on his face, but he’s quickly sprinting down the hall again, laughing as he waves whatever it is he’s got clutched in his hands. The second set of loud, rapid footsteps stops Tristan from stepping away from the wall quite yet. Just a moment later, Sir Gwaine follows Merlin’s skidded path around the corner, though the heavier man overshoots slightly and he runs into the wall opposite Tristan with a crash and a deep groan.

The rebellious knight gives a wide-eyed Tristan an awkward nod before pushing himself off the wall and following Merlin’s blazing trail, screaming down the corridor:

“I warned you Merlin!! Don’t come between a man and his ale, now give that back you bastard!”

Tristan hears Merlin’s laughter grow louder, even from the two corridors away that the other servant had managed to race to.

He shrugs to himself, waiting for a moment to see if anyone else was going to come barrelling around the corner before sighing, and continuing his journey up to the visiting Lord’s chambers.

It was unusual, he thought, how quickly he’d come to terms with the fact that a servant was sassing The King and pranking the knights and inviting himself on various hunts and patrols that he really had no business on. Unusual indeed.

He’d learnt to ignore it. Or at least brush it off.

In the two weeks since Merlin had (presumably) stolen Sir Gwaine’s skin of ale, he’d seen the servant call The King a long list of imaginative insults (what the hell is a dollop head?), walk around with Sir Leon’s cloak on because he was a little chilly, accuse someone of treason (and somehow been right about it), and threaten to kill at least seven people; including, but not limited to: The King himself, The King’s already dead father, some stuck up Noble (though that was under his breath, Tristan just happened to be stood next to him), and Sir Percival.

And Gwen was... absolutely right. He's just... like that. He's Merlin, and that’s what Merlin does.

So when he turns a corner in a rarely used to corridor to see him pressing The King against a wall, snogging the life out of him, Tristan simply turns around and walks back the other way. Both of them look fairly happy with the arrangement, and they’d probably chosen this corridor for the exact same reason Tristan had: it was out of everyone’s way, and was unlikely to be inhabited.

He thinks it’s odd, how... un-odd he finds it. He absent-mindedly thinks that, with the way they acted around each other, he really should’ve seen this coming. A sudden thought occurs to him, and he ducks into a storage cupboard, laying his tray down carefully as he rummages through the boxes. He lets out a quiet “Yay” when he finds what he’s looking for, carefully picking up his tray with only one hand and nudging the door open again with his hip.

He walks back towards the corner he had just turned (and turned again) making a conscious effort to keep his steps quiet; he places the danger sign, usually used where walls had collapsed or windows had been smashed, in the middle of the corridor, a clear indication of “Do Not Enter”.

He nods smugly at his quick thinking and easy handy work before mentally planning the quickest route to the kitchens and following it hurriedly.

He casually wonders if he has time to circle around to the other end of the corridor so he could put another sign down before Cook gets angry at him for being late. Probably not. At least, not before they... finish up and move on. Hmm. He suddenly panics about the thought of them seeing the sign and knowing that someone had spotted them but... well. Hopefully they would just appreciate it and move on.

Yet again, he decides not to bring this up to anyone. He may or may not have overheard a few of the knights making some sort of bet, and he may or may not want to watch on with amusement as they fail to realise that all of them have already lost.

Tristan smiles to himself; working here had turned out to be rather entertaining, in the end.

THE END

I know it’s short, but I really didn’t know what else to add without it sounding like I was just repeating myself over and over😅

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 2 years ago

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@only-my-unexistent-fiances aka my Peter parker's requests

(Not me who totally forgot Mr nighteye true name)

Really? I'm surprised this man can catch feelings for someone-

Joking joking

I'm gonna say you guys met on the street while he was going out about to make some "business"

Business = mass murder

And you were just minding your own life when this fucker walked past you and accidentally bumped.

Love blossomed from there and end of story

Fucker made the most disgusted face he could imagine and you immediately caught it but you only let out a chuckle and offered him your handkerchief.

Inspected to see it was clean or not.

"Why are you exactly offering me this?" "Well, you didn't seemed like to be all happy with bumping shoulders with strange so-"

Was shocked because how can you be so nice after he just looked down on you like that?

"I have my own. But I got to say this was shocking yet... sort of pleasant if I do say so myself." He arched an eyebrow at you laughing and rolling your eyes.

"Wow, such a gentleman." You giggled and went to extend your arm but he immediately caught how you retreated back "The name is (Y/n)."

"Already with the informality of first names? My, you sure are a peculiar one." He mumbled nonchantly but only sighed in frustration at you wiggling your eyebrows at him "Call me Overhaul if you wish."

"Huh. What a peculiar name." You mocked him with his own words and that surpringly got him to actually chuckle. Not a act, it was genuine this time.. which shocked him.

Never he had been this carefree with a stranger... that's odd.

"Well, I gotta go. Have work to do." You said as soon as you saw your taxi arriving "Pleasure to meet ya... overhaul." You snorted the name while he arched an eyebrow.

"Wish I could say likewise... (Y/n)." You laughed as you got inside and he looked at the retrieving car until Kurono finally arrived by his side.

"Any problem boss?"

"... no. Not at all."

The second time you meet you were gently trying to refuse a date offer from a annoying guy who was pestering you all day.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested." You waved your hand for what seemed like the billion time today but still with a forced smile on.

"Oh come on baby, I'm sure I could teach you a good-" the guy suddenly freezed and you let out a confused sound at seeing he was looking behind you.

"I'm pretty sure you have your ears functioning." The monotonous voice spoke as you slowly recognized form that strange man you met at the street one time.

The guy didn't even talked back and just straight up said sorry to you and almost ran away as you finally looked over your shoulder to snort at the sign of the same man with a beak mask standing behind you on a safe distance.

"My, we meet again." You giggled while crossing your arms as he blinked.

"Indeed. If my senses are correct I would say you took a liking to us metting?"

"What a flatter." You snorted as you catched a sign of his eyes squinting a bit... a hint that he was probably smiling.

After that it seemed crazy but he almost searched for you sometimes. It was quite strange at first since you almost saw him each day.

While on his side he didn't know why exactly he longed to talk with you. Never have him felt so much at ease and smiled that much around someone.

Soon you asked for his phone and you swore on your dad's glasses that his ears were a tad pink as he spoke the numbers slowly.

And then he was almost always hanging out with you.

"No way you have 28 years..." You spoke in shook as he let out a chuckled.

"Why? Do I look older?"

"No! The opposite really." You giggled as he arched an eyebrow.

"I will consider that as a compliment then?"

"Of course is a compliment!" You laughed until you noticed your phone buzzing and excuse yourself for a bit to answer.

His whole body tensed... maybe it was a partner of your and he didn't know the existence of? Wait... why did he cared if you had a partner on the first place?

"Sorry, I got to go. Guess we will have to hang out later." He didn't know why this had him a bit... disappointed.

"So this is considered a hang out.." he muttered in question as you eyed him suspiciously.

"Please at least tell me I'm not your only friend who you hang in with." You joked until you got quiet when he didn't replied with a sparky comment "No way..."

"Hard to believe? I'm not exactly a social man." He said monotonously as you stiffled a giggled.

"Ara ara so it seems like I'm your first then? That's cute." He scoffed while putting his hands on his pockets.

"Boyfriend calling you?"

"Huh? On no no. Yuck." You made a vomit sound as he cringed "It was my dad actually. I think you probably know him."

"Eh?"

"Sir nighteye." You commented and his whole body tensed.

A hero...?

"Pardon... but.. you two look nothing alike." He muttered in disbelief while eyeing you up and down

"That's because I'm not his biological daughter." You snorted "Was kinda of adopted by him. He is a nice guy but dear God his obsession with all might almost creeps me out." You laughed as his mind still processed the new information.

When he got back Kurono was already at his ear along with Mimic and he couldn't exactly answer them...

"Hey boss what is eating your mind?" Hari finally spoke, genuinely worried.

"I think he is like that since the chick he was with didn't gave him the time of the day. What a punk-ARGH!" mimic let out a apained noise when Chisaki slapped him, still with his gaze on.. no where.

"Don't call her that. Have some respect." He muttered as Hari arched an eyebrow... usually he would care less of who Mimic insulted.

"Kai..." he dared to say his true name which immediately caught his attention on a no good way "do you think you might have... a interest on her?"

"What?" He breathed out.

"A crush boss." Mimic sputtered out as he eyed his communities in irritation.

"Crush?"

"Dear lord Kai you sound like a old fuck..." Hari sighed while face palming "That girl you've been talking with for months already... do you or not like her? Like... really like her? Be around her and shit." Hari spoke as Kai finally caught kn and widened his golden eyes at the new info.

His silence was enough for both men to widen his eyes as Mimic started to cackle and Kurono to muffle his laughter the best he could by his hand.

"No freacking way. The cold boss of the yakusa who hates human contact got a crush??" Hari sputtered between chuckled as he still was in shock with himself..

"... with a hero's daughter...." he muttered in disbelief as the two cackling man stopped immediately.

"WHAT?!"

What the fuck was he suppose to do now??

You hissed at your ear getting hot all of the sudden as the young blond teenager looked at you in worry.

"Are you alright Sasaki senpai?" Mirio as ked as you smiled in reassurance at the sweet boy.

"Is okay! My ear just suddenly got hot is all. Weird."

"Oooohhh someone might be talking about you!" Bubble girl peeped as you snorted "Which ear is it?"

"The right one."

"Oh! So it means they're talking good things about you senpai!" Mirion cherred as the older male scoffed.

"They better be. Is my daughter after all." You chuckled at your father figurine adjusting his All might figurine back in place.

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

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infictionalwonderland · 3 years ago

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hope mikaelson x reader , bestfriends to rivials to secret protectors to lovers ?

secret protectors is secretly protecting eachother btw

and if you can , can you start it where they are ex bestfriends already

sure thing darling ;) I’ve tweaked it a tad but it’s mostly the same

it’s quite shitty but It’s written with my sleep deprived brain.. so.. sorry.

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking

Y/N Y/L/N and Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

The two of you had an.. interesting history to say the least.

Let’s start with the backstory shall we?

Now the two of you had already come from feuding families, though you had both completely disregarded that fact in your first meeting and there was an instant platonic connection. One which you and her both eagerly deepened as you’d both grown up shadowed from the outside world and without the ability to form relationships of any kind, so it was like a first to the both of you. In a sense.

Your relationship status of friends quickly glided from good friends to close friends to best friends and the two of you were perfectly content with this.

Of course that was until you families had to go ahead and ruin it.

It was actually Hope’s mum Hayley who had found out about your secret friendship first, unbeknownst to you, and Hope had almost burst into tears at the look of shock and mild disgust on her mum’s face.

“You’re father told me about that family.” Hayley had said “They aren’t a good bunch sweetheart.”

And Hope had stayed mute and assumed that that was the end of that — but of course she knew deep down that wasn’t simply going to be the end of this situation she had gotten herself into.

The next day, she was at a family dinner — one which they commonly had every single evening so nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the slightest.

But the tense looks on all her families faces told her otherwise and she had felt her heart psychically constrict at her dad’s next words.

“We don’t want you involved with that y/l/n family.”

That sentence was playing on her mind for days as she actively avoided you at all cost, knowing full well a look into your y/e/c eyes would only worsen her current predicament.

But she made her decision (no matter how difficult).

Family was everything to her...

So the next day, she had met you in person in broken up your friendship in perhaps the rudest way possible she could think of in the hopes you would start disliking her and consequently leaving her life which made her family life so much easier. No matter how the mere thought being without your presence for eternity pained her dearly.

But afterwards it was after your friendship never happened.

You went to thinking she was just like how your parents portrayed her family to be.

And she went to glaring in the halls of school and showcasing her ‘hate’ while dreaming of you when the day turned to dusk.

• • •

“Looking good y/n.” Your friend (kinda) Bianca Goldman whistled as you strutted over to her where she stood leaning against a tree as she observed the lively party.

“You too Ani.” You smiled playfully, twirling a strand of Bianca’s strawberry blonde hair around your finger with a playfully seductive look in your eyes.

“Go find someone else to hit on, you’ve got half the school pining after you.” Bianca scoffed lightly with a joking (mostly) roll of her green eyes but anyone could make out the newly gained pink flush to her pale skin.

“Aww no need to be jealous Ani.” You whispered lightly with a mocking pout as you leaned in a little more and watched in amusement as her pale skin gained a more crimson flush.

However, what you failed to see was from across the forest. Leaning against her own tree was your ex-bestfriend (enemy to everyone’s knowledge) watching you intently with jealously shining transparently in her ocean blue eyes.

“What’s go your thong in a twist princess.” Elizabeth Saltzman smirked jokingly, her eyes alight with the perfect mixture of mirth and entertainment that masked her confusion.

Hope didn’t answer, instead, a glare glazed over her previously envious blue eyes and she pursed her lips together.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” Lizzie asked in amusement though slight shock, her gaze quickly flickering between both you and Hope with a new sense of interest and determination.

“Jealous of what? I’m only concerned for Bianca, y/n plays people and leaves them high and dry.” Hope spoke defensively.

“More like pleased and happy.” Lizzie corrected cheekily.

Her response was a displeased scoff and Hope taking an even bigger swig of her beer.

• • •

It was officially the next day and those who weren’t suffering with hangovers (the vampires and some werewolves or witches who knew the correct spells) were up bright and early.. most of them.

You were a witch, a bloody good one at that and thankfully you knew the hangover spell but with your lifestyle you sort of had to know it.

Still — instead of attending class like you were obviously meant to, you just went down to the kitchens for some food because hey? food is way more important than studies, right.?

Standing in the kitchens and munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie and you heard a sharp gust of wind. One which you could identify with an approaching vampire.

But before you could even turn, a resounding thud rang out through the kitchen and you turned to see a vampire, a newbie — Leon Arnold — neck snapped on the floor, blood staining his lips, mouth and shirt and vampire features receding back.

You blew out a harsh breath and placed your hand on your head, trying to calm your rapidly racing heart.

Under her own cloaking spell, Hope Mikaelson smiled lightly to herself in accomplishment and relief. Oh so maybe this seemed slightly stalker-ish.. but she was curious to what you did when you didn’t attend class and honestly thank god she did decide to be .. stalker-ish today.

“Mikaelson?”

Shit. She just so happened to forget you were an equally as powered witch who could see past her spells.

“You did that..?” You gestured to Leon and much to the annoyance of yourself you felt a warm feeling encase your heart at the thought of her protecting you.

“Yeah..I did.” Hope nodded her head hesitantly and slipped a quick smile over her plush pink lips with her cheeks discreetly flushing at the softer look that entered your y/e/c eyes.

“Well thank you.” You spoke sincerely and cursed yourself out mentally for the butterflies that swarmed around your stomach.

Just like old times

A response wasn’t heard on Hope’s end as you hastily hurried out.

• • •

“Ugh this is stupid.” Lizzie groaned slumping against the wall as she watched Hope pointedly avoid your eyes and you do the same. She had a sneaking suspicion and she also had an idea which in her opinion was spectacular.

“What is?” Josette, Josie, Saltzman asked hesitantly as she looked up with the end of her of pencil resting between her lips absentmindedly.

“This!” Elizabeth practically shouted as she gestured between Hope and you and Josie looked on with wide perplexed eyes.

“No you know what.” Lizzie muttered, putting Hope’s wrist in a tight hold and magically dragging you over. Ignoring your groans and shouts of protest and everyone’s either wide and curious or shocked eyes.

Quickly, she basically threw the both of you in the nearest classroom and placed a spell on the door.

“Talk! Now!”

You and Hope sat in a extremely tense silence for about a minute or so just staring into each other’s heatedly.

Before suddenly she crashed froward and pressed her lips into yours hungrily.

You eagerly responded to the kiss, familiar with this nature of kiss, winding your hands through her soft locks of auburn hair as hers wrapped around your waist. Hope let out a little moan as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip and she obediently opened her mouth slightly for you to proceed.

Abruptly the two of you pulled apart, panting harshly.

“We should—“

“Yeah—“

“Be my girlfriend—“

It felt like time stopped from a moment and with a wide grin appearing on your face you nodded your head frantically.

Your families the last thing on your minds.

#hope mikaelson x y/n #hope mikaelson x you #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson #the originals #legacies #mikaelson

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kenma #yandere kenma x reader #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #kenma smut #haikyuu x reader #sweetheart decadence #tw: yandere #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon

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criminalmindzjunkie · 4 years ago

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Avoidance

masterlist

part two

Summary: Reader doesn’t know what she did to make Spencer hate her so much.

A/N: This fic is just a reminder that sub!Spencer lives rent free in my head at all times. Also, if anyone would like to be on a taglist for one shots like these, let me know! I’m going to work on getting one started.

Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom! reader

Content Warnings: honestly way too much swearing, sexual harassment, slapping, hands free orgasm, oral sex (male and female receiving), hand job, orgasm denial, edging, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, degradation, femdom

Word Count: 8.2k

I have absolutely no idea what I’ve done to make Spencer Reid hate me.

Usually, when someone despises a person to the point of complete and total avoidance, there’s a reason. No one just wakes up and decides to resent another person for the hell of it – right? Wrong.

Because Spencer Reid positively loathes me – and I have no idea why.

It all started on my first day at the BAU. I had somehow landed the highly coveted job of media liaison after the previous one had decided to complete the training to be a profiler. For reasons unbeknownst to me, they thought a twenty-four-year-old fresh out of college with no prior job experience was the best fit for the position. I didn’t understand it, but I also wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

To say that I had been terrified the first time I set foot into the bullpen would be the understatement of the century. After a very formal and very intimidating orientation with the unit chief, my predecessor, a beautiful blonde named Jennifer, offered herself up to be my personal tour guide. Jennifer introduced me to the other members of the team, and with every smiling face I came in contact with, my fears of being the odd man out were assuaged. I could tell that Penelope Garcia, tech analyst extraordinaire, would most likely be my biggest ally – and it was abundantly clear that Derek Morgan and I would probably get into a fair amount of mischief together. Elle Greenaway seemed like the obvious choice for a future drinking buddy, and Jason Gideon – well, he merely grunted at me in acknowledgment before retreating back to his office. I figured three out of four wasn’t so bad.

I didn’t meet Doctor Spencer Reid until after lunch. Jennifer mentioned something about him guest lecturing at a local university, which surprised me considering she mentioned him being a year younger than me. Apparently, the kid was an actual genius, which was more than a little bit intimidating, but Jennifer assured me that Spencer was a sweetheart.

“He’s a little quirky, but I’m sure you’ll love him. Just don’t be surprised if he tries to talk your ear off,” Jennifer laughs. “Last week I asked him about the weather and he went off on a tangent about climate change that lasted nearly an hour.”

By the time Spencer strolled into the bullpen at exactly one in the evening, I was sitting perched atop Jennifer’s desk, thoroughly engrossed as she told me about their latest case. When she stops talking midsentence in favor of smiling at someone behind me, I half expect that Morgan is attempting to sneak up on me, when:

“Hey, look who’s back,” Jennifer greets, prompting me to turn around excitedly. I was eager to put a face to the man I’d heard so much about.

And when I turn, my eyes land on the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.

Sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jawline are framed by shaggy brown hair, complete with beautiful brown eyes and soft, pillowy lips. As if his good looks weren’t enough, he’s dressed in the most adorably nerdy sweater vest and a pair of thin framed glasses. He’s absolutely precious – a fact that Jennifer had conveniently left out.

“How was the lecture?” Jennifer asks him as he places his satchel on the desk adjacent to hers. Spencer perks up at this, smiling excitedly from across the divider.

“I think it went really good, actually. I incorporated this really cool joke that I heard about quantum physics. Do you want to-”

He stops abruptly when he realizes Jennifer isn’t his only spectator, and those lovely brown eyes go almost comically wide when they settle on me.

“Spencer, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s the new media liaison. Y/N, this is Doctor Spencer Reid.”

I give him my best smile, tacking on a small wave for good measure.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor Reid. Jennifer’s told me a lot about you.”

“Uh, y-yeah. It’s n-nice to meet you, too,” Spencer stutters. He looks positively stricken and I’m fairly sure he hasn’t blinked in over a minute. I cast a glance at Jennifer, who seems just as confused as I am.

Well, she had mentioned that he was a tad strange.

“I’d like to hear the joke,” I offer, only to immediately regret it when I see him tense up.

“N-No, that’s o-okay,” he chokes out as he struggles to gather the files on his desk. “It’s n-not that good, anyways.”

And just as quickly as he came, Spencer leaves in a flurry of crumpled papers, leaving Jennifer and I wondering what the fuck just happened.

Things didn’t get better with time. In fact, they got much worse.

In the six months that I had been working for the BAU, I could count my interactions with Spencer Reid on one hand. It wasn’t for lack of trying on my part – in my desperation to figure out what I’d done to make him avoid me, I sought out the young genius every chance I got. But every time I got within ten feet of him, it’s like an alarm would sound in his head and he’d make up some excuse to leave the room.

The others had noticed his strange behavior, too. It seemed they all had made a sort of game out of it – calling Spencer into rooms that I was in just to see him panic, or asking me to personally deliver files to his desk. At first, I played into it, hoping that their teasing would help to diffuse some of the tension.

After a month of being on the receiving end of Spencer’s cold shoulder, I started avoiding him, too.

I tried to act indifferent – like it didn’t hurt me as badly as it did. I no longer sought him out, and by month two, we had a sort of understanding. I didn’t go near him, and he didn’t go near me, and that’s how it went on for four miserable months.

Until today.

“Reid, Y/L/N, you’re in 202.”

I damn near drop my bag on the floor. This was bound to happen at some point or another, but I hadn’t planned on that day being today, and I was not prepared. After nine hours of running around the local police department, my body was weighed down from fatigue and I was downright grumpy. Not to mention I had picked the worst possible day to try and break in a new pair of heels, and my feet were throbbing.

Needless to say, I was in no mood to deal with Spencer Reid’s bullshit.

“Uh, Hotch? Could I maybe room with Elle?” I ask, sending a glare in Morgan’s direction when he snorts out a laugh. Hotch raises an eyebrow at me.

“Why? Is there a problem?”

Yes, sir, there certainly is. And your guess is as good as mine as to what that problem is.

“No, but I just think that-”

“Good. Then you should be fine to share a room with him.”

Right.

I spare a brief glance at Spencer, who, in the last thirty seconds, has turned the color of a tomato. I pray that he’ll speak up and voice his discomfort, but just like always, he stays silent.

Hotch doles out the room keys and I begin the trek down the hallway, my poor aching feet groaning in protest with every step. I’m vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps behind me, and it’s not until I swipe the key into the key card that Spencer speaks.

But not to me – no, never to me.

“Derek, please, I’m begging you. Just switch with me this one time, and – and I’ll do your reports for a month!”

After six months of dealing with Spencer’s aversion to me, his words should come as no surprise. And really, I’d expected as much - but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Not happening, kid. This is the perfect opportunity for you to get over whatever problem you have with Y/N. I bet you’ll even end up liking her. She’s not going to be rude to you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“… T-That’s not what I’m worried abo-”

I don’t wait around to hear the rest of his sentence. I push open the door to the room, not bothering to wait for Spencer before closing it. I kick off my heels as soon as the door clicks shut, letting out a half relieved, half frustrated groan.

After claiming the bed nearest the air conditioner as my own, I pluck my pajamas and toiletry bag out from my suitcase and shuffle over to the bathroom. The way I see it, the quicker I get a shower and can go to sleep, the faster the night will pass. Before I know it, this unfortunate situation will be a thing of the past.

After drawing out the shower for as long as I possibly could, I exit the bathroom clad in a tank top and a pair of shorts, hair dripping wet and skin freshly scrubbed clean. Spencer’s sitting on his bed, book in hand and tie loosened. He doesn’t look up at me when I walk by - not that I’d expected him to. A thick silence hangs in the air as I pull a bottle of lotion out from my suitcase, and I debate turning on the TV just to make things slightly less awkward. In the end I decide against it, because I doubt even that could make this situation better.

I prop a leg up on the bed and begin to lather my legs in cherry scented lotion, paying special care to my aching feet before moving on. It’s not until both of my legs have been thoroughly massaged and coated in lotion that I look up.

Spencer’s eyes are locked on me, mouth hanging open and chest heaving up and down. His knuckles are white from how hard they’re clutching the book in his hands, but despite that I can still see the way they’re trembling. When he realizes I've caught him staring, he closes his mouth and gulps hard.

I straighten up and raise an eyebrow in a silent question, and that’s enough for Spencer to snap his book shut and scramble off of the bed. He’s clumsy as he moves to his suitcase, dropping his bottle of travel shampoo twice before he reaches the bathroom. If I wasn’t so off put by whatever the hell had just happened, I might have thought it cute.

As if the universe thought my current predicament wasn’t enough to deal with, the next morning I was dealt another shitty hand. This time, my distress came in the form of a young cop who couldn’t pick up on social cues to save his life. After an entire morning of dodging sleazy advances, I finally managed to shake him when his superior sent him out to go and actually do his fucking job.

Or so I thought.

I’m standing in the breakroom, pouring my fourth (or is it my fifth?) cup of coffee when I hear the sound of footsteps in the hall. I don’t know if I’ve developed a sixth sense about these things, or if I’m just particularly on edge today, but I know it’s the young officer before he can even cross the threshold.

And when he does, and he sees that he has me cornered, a saccharine smile stretches across his lips.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he drawls in an accent that could probably be attractive if he wasn’t so damn skeevy.

“Might wanna get your eyes checked,” I mutter, refusing to look in his direction as I stir my coffee.

“Pretty and feisty. Just how I like my women.”

“I am not your anything,” I seethe, and instead of backing off like any respectful human being would, he just chuckles and begins to saunter towards me.

“C’mon baby, you don’t have to be that way. You don’t have to act all professional with me.”

“Don’t call me that.” I look at him now, and the smug, self-righteous smile on his face makes my blood boil.

“You don’t like baby? That’s fine – I’m sure I can think of lots of other things to call you,” he murmurs. He’s closer now, so close that I can practically feel his breath against my neck.

“I’m going to tell you to stop one more time, and it would be in your best interest to listen,” I growl.

“Or what?” he taunts. “I’d like to see you try to stop me.”

I jolt forward when a hand comes down hard on my ass, squeezing me harshly through the material of my skirt.

Oh, fuck no.

I’m whirling around faster than I ever thought possible, and then a harsh crack sounds throughout the room as my hand comes in contact with his face.

My hand stings from the contact, but the pain is welcome because he flies backwards, stumbling and grasping as his already reddening cheek.

“What the fuck?” he roars, eyes flashing with unbridled fury. I take several steps towards him, and to my utmost delight he nearly trips over himself in his hurry to put distance between us. I stop when his back hits the wall and I lean in until our faces are only inches apart.

“Listen here, you limp dick fuck,” I snarl. “I’m getting real sick and fucking tired of pathetic pieces of shit like you thinking they can put their hands on women. What’s your problem? Are you so fucking tactless that you can’t get anyone to fuck you?” I punctuate my question by jabbing my pointer finger into his chest and cocking my head to the side. “Are you so unappealing that the only way you can get your hands on a woman is to wait until she’s alone and try to corner her?

Or is it a power thing? You’ve got the gun and the badge so you think you’re entitled to just take what you want, don’t you? You think no one can stop you because you’re in a position of power. Well, I have some news for you – I outrank you, and you just assaulted a federal agent. I will not stop until I ruin your fucking career, and if you even think of trying to lie your way out of this, I’ll do a helluva lot fucking worse. After the week I’m having, I am just looking for an excuse to kick your fucking dick into the dirt. Do you understand?”

By the time I finish speaking, my chest is heaving up and down and my eyes are narrowed into slits. The officer is so angry that he’s shaking, hands balled up to fists at his sides. For a moment, I think he’ll try to hit me, but then his hard-exterior cracks and the anger gives way to fear.

“You – You can’t tell anyone about this,” he says, trying his best to sound menacing. But his voice wavers, and I can tell he’s losing his grip. “It’ll r-ruin my career.”

I raise my hand up to his cheek, placing my palm over the red imprint I had left on his skin. And then I flash him the sweetest goddamn smile that ever there was.

“I’d like to see you try to stop me.”

I give him a pat on the cheek before turning around and heading for the door, only to stop halfway when I see that I have an audience of one.

Spencer stands in the doorway, a coffee mug gripped tightly in one hand, mouth agape and eyes wide. He’s standing stock still, eyes darting in between the police officer and me. I let out an exasperated sigh because of-fucking-course it would be Spencer that would happen to walk in on whatever that just was.

“Close your mouth, Reid. That’s how you catch flies,” I deadpan, prompting Spencer to snap his mouth shut.

Without another word, I brush past him and leave the break room.

I suppose the universe had decided to finally give me a break, because that afternoon we were able to apprehend the unsub. But my good fortune only went so far, because Hotch announced that we would be leaving first thing in the morning – which meant another night alone with Spencer Reid.

He didn’t mention what he walked in on when the two of us arrived back at our room, and I didn’t expect him to. The two of us went about the motions of unwinding from the day in complete and utter silence, and by the time I emerge from the shower I decide that I’ve had enough.

“I’m gonna go stay with Elle and Derek,” I murmur as I zip up my suitcase and slip on my shoes.

“Oh. O-Okay.”

And that was that.

It’s about an hour later when my phone is on four percent that I realize I hadn’t remembered to bring my charger with me. I contemplate just letting it die, but the idea of sitting through a seven-hour jet ride tomorrow without it sounds excruciating. Then again, so does the idea of having to suffer through an interaction with Spencer.

The phone wins out in the end, and with Derek and Elle still snoring softly in their respective beds, I slip out of the room and into the hallway. With any luck, Spencer will be in a similar state and I’ll be able to sneak in and out without him waking up.

I think thank my lucky stars when I slowly crack open the door to Spencer’s room and see that the lights are off. I take special care to close the door as quietly as possible before tiptoeing across the carpeted floors, feeling my way around in the dark so that I don’t trip over anything.

I make it halfway across the room when I hear it – it’s quiet, and if the air conditioner had been on, I wouldn’t have even heard it at all. It’s faint, so faint that I wonder if I’d imagined it, but then that same sound breaks through the silence and I know it’s not a product of my imagination.

I hear the covers rustle, and then a low moan followed by the distinct sound of skin on skin. My blood runs cold as the moans grow louder and more frequent, rolling off Spencer’s lips in rapid succession. There’s heavy breathing and whimpering and holy fuck I just walked in on Spencer Reid masturbating.

Spencer cries out a particularly load moan, one that sounds so pornographic that it shoots straight to my core. It’s sexy and dirty and he sounds absolutely wrecked, and the part of my brain that is still capable of logical thinking is screaming get out! Get out, now!

I begin to slowly backtrack, moving at one tenth of the speed that I had coming in because the possibility of being caught is absolutely not an option. If Spencer hates me now, he’d really hate me if he found out I snuck into his room at night and heard… that.

I’m about five feet away from the door when:

“O-Oh my God, yes! Y/N, please - fuck!”

I think then that I certainly have to be dreaming, because there’s no way I’d just heard him correctly. There’s no way that Spencer – the same Spencer that scurried out of the room when I walked in – was moaning my name while he touched himself. Absolutely not.

But then it happens again and again and again – my name falling from his lips incessantly like some kind of debauched chant.

It feels like my skin is on fire – my mind a befuddled mess – and before my brain can tell me what a terrible idea it is, my feet are carrying me back into the room and I’m coming to a stop at the foot of Spencer’s bed.

Bathed in the glow of the moonlight shining through the window, Spencer looks ethereal. There’s a thin line of sweat beading on his forehead, and his usually meticulously slicked back hair is fanned out on the pillow like some sort of halo. His teeth are nestled into his bottom lip now, and all that can be heard are tiny whimpers as his hand slides up and down underneath the bed sheets. Spencer’s always beautiful, almost painfully so. But the way he looks now, shadows dancing across his face as he works himself to orgasm, is infinitely more breathtaking than words can express.

It doesn’t take long for Spencer to release his lip from beneath his teeth, and when he does my name is flying out of his mouth once more.

I take that as my invitation to speak.

“I don’t think I’ve heard you say my name before.”

Spencer’s entire body stills and his eyes fly open to reveal two dark pools full of sheer panic.

“I-I can explain,” he stammers, moving to clutch the comforter to his chest in an attempt to cover himself.

I let out a hum and sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Please do. I’m very interested in hearing about just what you were picturing me doing.”

Spencer sucks in a harsh breath. I can practically see the wheels in his brain turning -desperately trying to concoct some kind of reasonable explanation.

“I-I… I don’t… I’m s-sorry,” he stutters, and it’s so adorable how he’s squirming underneath my gaze that I decide to help him out.

“Was I sucking you off? Or were you fucking me?” I wonder aloud. He tries to hide it, thinking the covers will mask the way that his hips buck up, but I definitely see it.

“I-I…”

“Which was it, Spencer? Was I taking you down my throat or were you fucking my pussy? Or maybe I was coming undone on your face – was that it?”

Spencer lets out a low groan, and if my patience hadn’t been running so fucking thin, I probably would’ve left it at that. But after the hell he’d put me through for the last six months, I feel like he deserved to squirm a little.

“Fucking answer me.”

“Y-You were, um… r-riding me. And you s-slapped m-me.”

Oh.

This just got a lot more interesting.

I raise an eyebrow at him and I can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he gulps.

“So, you liked what you saw today, did you?”

Spencer nods so fervently that I have to bite down on my tongue to suppress a laugh.

“Words, baby. Use them.”

“I-I liked it. A lot.”

“Apparently so, seeing as you were moaning for it like a desperate little slut,” I breeze, my tone cool and indifferent. “Have you done this before, Doctor? Touched yourself to the thought of me, that is.”

“… Y-Yes. I’m s-sorry. I didn’t m-mean to. It just kind of happened one night, and once I started, I couldn’t s-stop.”

I reach out a hand and brush away the hair that had fallen into his face, tucking it back behind his ear before continuing.

“Why the cold shoulder, then? And here I thought you hated me,” I muse, before pausing and cocking my head to the side. “Do you hate me, Doctor?” I ask, and just when I thought he couldn’t look more guilty, he proves me wrong.

“No! I just… couldn’t be around you. I felt so b-bad. You were so nice, and I was using you to g-get off,” Spencer explains. “I couldn’t look you in the eye. Not after picturing you… like that.”

I let out a sigh. Knowing that Spencer didn’t actually hate me for the last six months was a relief. Knowing that Spencer was secretly rubbing one out to me was something else entirely. Whatever was I to do with this information?

“So, you want to fuck me, then?” I reiterate. “Why not tell me this sooner?”

“The probability of you responding positively to me telling you that I, uh, m-masturbate to you was very l-low. And after what I saw today, I think I was wise for keeping that from you,” Spencer says, the last part coming out in a rush. I can’t help but let out a low laugh.

“Yes, but the guy that was coming on to me today wasn’t someone I find attractive. He was pompous and crass and pushy - and you, Doctor Reid, are none of those things.”

“R-Really? You think I’m attractive?”

I hum.

“Very much so, Doctor. But I’m afraid you may have waited too long, and now I don’t feel as inclined to be nice,” I murmur, allowing my hand to trail down from his shoulder to his collar bones before lightly grazing his nipple with my thumb.

“O-Oh my… God,” Spencer whimpers, eyes fluttering shut as my fingers continue to dance across his skin.

“But then again, I don’t think you really want me to be nice to you. I think you want me to treat you like my little play thing.” I stop my hand just below his navel and I thumb across the light layer of hair that makes up his happy trail. “You want to be my dirty boy - don’t you, Doctor Reid?”

“P-Please,” Spencer chokes out, hips jerking up when I allow my thumb to graze a little lower.

“Please what?”

Spencer lets out a frustrated groan.

“Please, I-I want you to u-use me. However you want, just as l-long as you just do-don’t stop touching me,” he rambles. He’s shuddering underneath me, his breaths coming out in harsh pants as my hand wanders lower and lower until I abruptly pull away. “W-Why did you stop?”

“Because I don’t think you deserve to be touched just yet. You’ve got six months to make up to me, after all. I think I want you on your knees for me first,” I say, and from the way his eyes seem to dilate even further, I don’t think he has any objections. “Are you familiar with the color system?”

Spencer nods.

“Green for good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop now.”

“Do you have a safe word?”

“I… I’ve never really, uh. Done t-this.”

Oh. Oh.

I withdraw my hand from its place on his leg and Spencer lets out a distressed whine. “No, please! Don’t go. I’m not a complete virgin, I promise. I got a h-hand job once,” he argues. “And I think I’ve done enough, uh, research, and I really want to try to make you cum. I want to be good for you. Please let me try.”

Spencer looks like he’s about two seconds away from crying, and I can feel my argument dying before it even leaves my mouth.

“Oh, baby, I know you’d be so good,” I coo, and just like that Spencer’s leaning towards me, desperate to have the contact. I indulge him, placing my hand on his cheek, and he relaxes into the touch. “Are you sure you want to do this with me? I’m not what anyone would call vanilla, and I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“I trust you. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” Spencer whispers, and he sounds so damn sincere that I feel my resolve crumbling.

“You’ll let me know if at any point you want to stop?”

“Yes. Absolutely!”

Enthusiastic little shit.

“Safe word?”

“Um… Tolstoy?”

I let out a snort.

“Alright, smarty pants. We’re going to start now, okay?”

“Yes, Miss,” Spencer pants out.

Fuck me running. He clearly has been doing his research.

“Get on your knees for me, baby. I wanna see just how eager to please you are,” I instruct as I stand up and shimmy out of my shorts. I discard my shirt, too, absentmindedly throwing it somewhere across the room. Spencer lets out a startled squeak when he sees that I’m now completely naked, aside from my underwear.

“Y-You’re so pretty,” Spencer breathes out. “Even better than I imagined.”

The sentiment tugs at my heart, really, it does, but I specifically requested that he get on his knees and he seems a lot more content to just sit and stare.

“On your knees,” I command, and Spencer jumps up almost comically fast.

“S-Sorry, Miss,” he apologizes as he lowers himself down. I seat myself on the edge of the bed and spread my legs for him.

“Don’t apologize, just do as I ask of you, okay baby?”

Spencer nods.

“C-Can I kiss you? Like on the lips first?” Spencer asks as he looks up at me with big doe eyes. It’s a beautiful thing, the image of Spencer Reid sitting in between my legs, cheeks flushed and chest rapidly rising and falling. I give Spencer a sweet smile and lean forward, and the excitement radiating off of him is practically palpable. He leans forward, too eager to wait for me to close the gap, and the action makes my chest swell in adoration.

Just as our lips are about to meet, I pause, and Spencer barely has the time to look confused before my palm connects with the side of his face. The moan it draws out of him is obscene and his hips jolt forward, desperate for some kind of friction. His dick rests painfully hard between his legs, flushed red with precum beading at the tip.

I waste no time in taking his chin in my hand and tilting his head upwards.

“Did I say you could kiss me?” I ask him, voice sugary sweet, contrasting starkly with my actions.

“N-No, Miss. I’m sorry,” Spencer pants out. His hand twitches at his side and I can see how desperately he wants to touch himself, but his desire to please keeps him still.

“Then the answer is no. Maybe if you can prove to me that you aren’t completely incompetent at eating pussy, I’ll consider it,” I allow a moment for my words to sink in. “Color?”

“Green. So fucking green,” Spencer whines.

“Good boy,” I praise him, and the effects of my words are instantaneous. Spencer rests his cheek against the skin of my thigh and then he’s nuzzling his face against me in a silent plea for permission. After a moment, his pleas become a lot less silent.

“Wanna be your good boy - please let me,” Spencer begs as his nose brushes against my skin. “I want to make you feel good. S’all I ever think about, since the first time I saw you.”

His words send a jolt of pleasure to my core and I reward his brazen honesty with a tender smile and a nod.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

The words barely have time to leave my mouth before Spencer is reaching out and hooking a finger underneath the waistband of my panties. I raise up off the bed just enough for him to slide them down my legs, and before I even manage to settle back down onto the bed, Spencer literally dives in. He starts with one long lick, and by the time he reaches my clit he’s crying out lewd moans against me. The feel of the vibrations mixed with the feel of his mouth on me is maddening in the best possible way, and my eyelids threaten to flutter closed under the weight of my pleasure.

“Fuck, baby – you’re doing so good,” I sigh as I lift my hand up and card my fingers through his hair. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

Spencer’s movements stutter when he feels my hand tangle itself into his hair, and I let out a light chuckle. I grab hold of the roots and give an experimental tug. My actions cause his hips to jolt forward violently.

“O-Oh my…” Spencer keens, raising his glossy, lust filled eyes to mine. “H-Harder, please.”

I oblige, and Spencer lets out a particularly filthy groan before lapping at my pussy like a man possessed. His hands come to wrap around my thighs and he pulls me closer to him, causing me to let out a gasp when his nose nudges against my clit. The sound only spurs him on further – Spencer begins assaulting my clit, alternating between short, kitten licks and light sucking. The control I had so adamantly been asserting over him began to slip from my fingertips the longer he worked his mouth against me, and quiet, breathy moans started falling from my lips.

“Such a good boy, Spence,” I moan as I scratch my fingernails against his scalp. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. Love that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Spencer thrives on the praise – that much is made obvious by the way he whimpers and tightens his grip on my thighs. He’s completely submitted himself to the act of getting me off, only stopping long enough to cry out when my hands give a particularly harsh tug on his hair.

“Add a finger, baby,” I tell him, allowing my hand to drift down the side of his face, caressing the sharp angles of his cheekbones.

Spencer releases my thigh from his hold and tentatively raises a hand to my entrance, eyes raising to meet mine.

“You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?” he asks, and his concern is so endearing that I tilt his chin upwards and lean forward until my lips meet his.

Spencer gasps into the kiss, shocked, but it doesn’t take him long before his lips are moving against mine fervently. His lips are slick with my arousal, and I dart my tongue out just long enough to swipe it across his bottom lip.

“D’you like how I taste, baby?” I murmur against his lips, pulling back slightly when Spencer tries to bring his lips down against mine.

“S-So much,” he whispers, before letting out a frustrated groan when I tease him with the slightest brush of my lips before pulling away again. “P-Please, kiss me again.”

I bump my nose against his before I reach down and grab his hand in mine.

“Don’t be a greedy boy, Spencer. Greedy boys don’t get to cum,” I chastise him as I raise his hand up to my mouth. I trace my bottom lip with his pointer finger as Spencer watches on in rapt fascination, before taking the digit into my mouth and sucking. Spencer chokes out a pathetic cry and his hips hopelessly buck into the air as I swirl my tongue around the pad of his finger, taking special care to coat it with spit before releasing it from my mouth.

I guide his hand back down to my pussy, gasping when the tip of his finger brushes across my entrance.

“Just take it slow, baby. Start with one and move up to two once you get the hang of it.”

Spencer nods, eyes alternating between my face and my entrance as he slowly slides his finger in me.

“You’re so warm, oh my God,” Spencer breathes out, tentatively pulling out his finger before inserting it back in. I hum appreciatively as he begins to move faster, eyelids fluttering shut when he lowers his head and begins languidly licking my clit.

“Feels so nice, Spence. I fucking love your fingers. Knew that they’d feel like this. I can only imagine how good your cock will feel,” I ramble, one hand fisted in the sheets and the other tugging on his honey brown hair.

I groan as he inserts a second finger, reveling in the way he’s stretching me out.

“Curl your fingers when you – fuck! Just like that, baby. Gonna make me cum if you keep doing t-that.”

Spencer speeds up both the onslaught of his fingers and his mouth at my admission, tongue working figure eights on my clit while his fingers brush up against my g-spot. A familiar warmth starts to spread in my lower belly, and with every swipe of Spencer’s tongue against my clit, the coil in my stomach winds tighter and tighter until, finally:

“O-Oh, fuck, Spence!”

The coil snaps, sending jolts of pleasure straight through my core. I can feel the way my walls tighten around Spencer’s fingers as my orgasm rips through me, never stopping their ministrations in an attempt to help me ride out my high. Vibrations ripple across my clit when Spencer lets out a cry of his own before his movements halt completely as shudders wrack his body.

I know he didn’t just…

I allow myself a moment to recover before I lean forward and drag my eyes down Spencer’s slender frame – and sure enough, his tummy is covered in white ropes of cum and his now softening cock is hanging limply between his legs.

Spencer’s eyes reluctantly open when his shudders cease, and one look at my pissy expression is enough to send him into a fit.

“I-I didn’t mean to cum! I’m so sorry, Miss. It’s j-just that you looked so pretty when you came, and you taste so good! And you were pulling my hair, and you called me a good boy and I just couldn’t do it anymo-”

“Shut up,” I seethe, voice cold and laced with annoyance. Spencer’s mouth snaps shut and he gulps. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t remember saying that you were allowed to come. Am I mistaken?” “N-No, Miss.”

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” I hum. “Stand up.”

“B-But I want to make you cum again! Can I plea-”

“Shut the fuck up and stand up, Spencer.”

Spencer rushes to his feet, stumbling a bit when his legs begin to shake. He corrects himself, standing perfectly still in front of me with a shameful look on his face. I scoot back on the bed and fix him with a stony look.

“I want you to lay on your stomach across my lap. Can you do that, Doctor Reid, or are you too stupid to follow simple directions?”

Spencer adamantly shakes his head, scrambling to splay out across my bare thighs. Once he’s comfortable, I raise a palm to his bare ass cheek and smooth my hand across the skin.

“Color?”

“G-Green,” Spencer stutters out.

“Wonderful. Since you’ve decided to be a greedy little slut and cum before I gave you permission, I’m going to punish you. Do you remember your safe word, baby?”

“Tolstoy.”

“Good boy. I’m going to give you ten, and I want you to count them out for me. One for every month you held out on me, and four because you’re an insolent little whore who can’t do as he’s told. Does that sound fair to you?”

“Y-Yes, Miss. P-Please.”

A harsh smack sounds throughout the room, and Spencer lets out a whorish moan that’s bound to wake the people in the neighboring rooms. The pale skin of his ass transforms to red, and I rub my palm across it soothingly.

“O-One,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as he rocks his hips against my legs.

“You okay, baby?”

“Y-Yes, Miss. Please don’t stop. I deserve it. P-Punish me, please.”

My palm comes down across his ass four more times, and with each strike I watch Spencer fall apart right before my eyes. Tears are gliding down his flushed cheeks, and his cock is now painfully hard against my legs.

“Five more to go, baby. Keep counting for me, my pretty boy.”

By the time my hand comes down against his flesh for the final time, Spencer has devolved into a mess of pathetic whimpers. His cock is smearing precum across my thighs as he rocks against me, and his ass is covered in a litany of bright red marks. Incomprehensible pleas are falling from his lips, and his hands are tightly fisted in the sheets.

I lean forward and place a gentle kiss to each of his battered cheeks.

“T-Thank you, Miss. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

“You’re welcome, baby. Can you go lay in the center of the bed for me?”

Spencer gives a feeble nod and crawls to the center of the bed, carefully laying himself down and letting out a low hiss when his ass came in contact with the mattress.

I let him rest against the sheets before I roll over and settle in between his legs.

Spencer’s cock, painfully hard and leaking precum, sits against his belly. Spencer watches as I trace lithe fingers up his thigh, his chest rising and falling quickly as I get closer to where he demands my attention.

A garbled groan rips from his throat when my hand grasps his cock, and I have to place my other hand on his hip and force him back down onto the bed when he tries to buck up.

“Stay still, baby,” I tut as I drag my fist up and down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“S-Sorry, M-Miss,” Spencer stutters. His brows are drawn together and his eyes are heavy lidded. “Need m-more, please.”

“Mm, I don’t think you need more. You just want more. Dumb little greedy baby,” I tease as my thumb swipes across his head.

“Oh… G-God, please!” Spencer mewls.

“Is what I’m giving you not good enough?”

“N-No, it’s just-”

I raise an eyebrow at him and halt my movements.

“No, it isn’t good enough?”

Spencer lets out a frustrated groan and his fists clench the sheets.

“P-Please, Miss! I’ll be your good boy, I promise. Just let me cum, please, I want it so bad!”

Thoroughly pleased by his shameless begging, I start moving my hand again.

“Let me know when you’re about to cum, baby.”

That moment comes when, not thirty seconds later, the muscles in Spencer’s abdomen start to spasm – telltale signs of an impending orgasm. Spencer is so lost in the way my hand is moving against his cock that he makes no move to warn me, and just as I see his eyes start to flutter shut, I withdraw my hand.

“W-Why did yo-”

“You didn’t tell me you were about to cum. I thought you said you were going to be a good boy, Spencer? You sure aren’t acting like someone who wants to cum.”

“S-Sorry, please, just… fuck!”

Spencer’s whole-body folds in on itself when my mouth wraps around the head of his cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered before I pull away.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock, baby. Can’t believe nobody’s had you in their mouth yet,” I murmur, pausing to drag my tongue along the veiny underside of his erection. “Let me hear you, baby. Wanna know how much you like when I use my mouth on you.”

“Love it so much, oh God… Feels so warm and wet. Thank you so much, Miss. God, it feels perfect,” Spencer keens as I take him into my mouth again. Mumbled praises fall from his lips as I take him deeper, and the second my nose hits the soft skin of his belly, Spencer’s hand comes up and begins to tap incessantly on my shoulder.

“S-Stop! I-I’m close – Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking close and I really want to cum inside you, i-if that’s okay with you,” Spencer babbles, eyes wide and pleading. I smile up at him.

“Do you think you deserve to cum in my pussy?”

“H-Honestly, no, but I’m hoping you’ll let me anyways,” Spencer says, shooting me an adorably shy smile that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I let out a light laugh and shake my head, moving to straddle his lap.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Spence?” I murmur as I caress the side of his face with my hands. “This can stop right here, if you want it to.”

“Please, Miss. I want this. I want you,” Spencer reiterates, eyes shining and filled to the brim with adoration.

“Want you, too, baby. You can call me my name now, if you want,” I say as I place a gentle kiss on his lips. I move to pull away, but Spencer’s hand is quick to grasp the back of my neck and pull me back in.

While our lips move together, frenzied and desperate, I sneak a hand in between our bodies and grab Spencer’s cock. He gasps into my mouth as I drag his head in between my folds.

“I-I won’t last long,” Spencer chokes out, eyes trained on where I’m rubbing him against me. “I’ll try my b-best, but I’m sorry if I c-cum too fast.”

I sink down just enough that his head is the only thing inside me, watching as his face contorts beautifully as a result.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Tonight’s all about you.”

With one last, chaste kiss to his lips, I slowly begin to lower myself down onto his length. The sound of our moans fill the room as Spencer clings desperately to me, hands finally finding purchase on my hips.

“Y/N, fuck, you feel so good,” Spencer whimpers as I begin to slowly rock against him. “I-I knew it would feel good, but oh my God. I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum, soon. M’so sorry.”

His admission prompts me to move faster, raising my hips until he’s almost completely out of me before I’m slamming back down.

“Spence, you feel so good. Such a good boy – my good boy.”

“Yes, yes, I’m all yours! Only yours, please!” Spencer whines. I lean forward, and the change of angle is enough for both of us to cry out.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me, Spence?” I murmur into his ear, biting lightly against his earlobe. “I want you to cum in me, baby. Don’t you want to be my good boy?” I punctuate my words by lightly wrapping my hand around this throat and squeezing, and that’s all it takes for Spencer to completely fall apart underneath me.

“Y/N - fuck!”

Spencer’s grip on my hips tightens as he bucks up into me, painting the inside of my pussy with his cum as he yells out strangled exclamations of my name. He presses his face into my shoulder as I ride him through his orgasm, whispering quiet thank yous and pressing open mouthed kisses to my skin as the euphoria floods through his body.

I place a kiss to his forehead before I crawl off of him, having every intention of getting up and procuring a wet washrag. But Spencer reaches out to grip my arm, and his eyes look so sad that I stop in my tracks.

“C-Can you stay? Please?”

The insecurity in his voice tugs at my heart.

“Of course, I’m staying. Was just gonna get a wet washrag for us. M’not gonna leave you, Spence,” I murmur. Spencer visibly untenses, but his grip on my arm doesn’t lessen.

“Could you just stay here a little bit longer?”

“Sure thing, baby,” I say, prompting Spencer’s lips to pull up into a pleased smile. I crawl back into the bed and lay on my back, and Spencer instantly plasters himself to my side. He hums contentedly as he wraps his arms around me, and I let out a light laugh when I catch him stealing glances at me.

“What is it, baby?”

A rosy blush spreads across his cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

After everything we just did, he still feels the need to ask permission to kiss me. What a sweet boy.

My answer comes in the form of me pressing my lips to his, and that’s how we stay until he pulls away.

“I have another question,” he says shyly.

“Lay it on me, baby.”

The blush on his cheeks gets significantly more pronounced.

“It’s just that, uh, you didn’t get to cum again. And I really want you to, because you took such good care of me,” Spencer pauses, and his fingertips lightly graze the inside of my thigh. “C-Could I please eat you out again?” Another pause, and he retracts his hand. “I-It’s okay if not. I understand if you just wanted this to be… a one-time thing. I guess I was just kind of hoping that it w-wouldn’t be. But that’s silly – you were just doing me a favor. I’m sorry I asked.”

Spencer cringes as he finishes speaking, not even giving me a chance to reply before he’s trying to pull away. I tighten my grip on his arm, and Spencer gives me a weary look.

“First of all, I don’t think I would ever say no to being eaten out – especially if you’re the one offering. Second, this is definitely not a one off. I have lots of plans for you, pretty boy,” I explain, and the relief that radiates off of Spencer is almost palpable.

“Thank God,” he sighs, and then he’s scooting down the bed and settling in between my legs.

And if the rest of the team notices the way Spencer starts following me around like a lost puppy - well, they’re all kind enough not to point it out.

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