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Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

TW// 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking, daddy kink, creampie

“Ready, rockstar?” You asked Eddie with a smile. Tonight was one of the biggest Corroded Coffin shows he had played yet. It still wasn’t The Garden, but he had finally upgraded from 5 drunks to about 50. You were so proud of him, and you let it show.

“Nervous.” He responded with his head down as he shook his legs and arms in anticipation. “Did you see how many people were out there?” He asked as he finally met his eyes with yours.

“I’d say about 50. Pretty full, baby.” You walked closer to him to rub his shoulders in hopes it would help calm him down a little bit. “You’ve done it before and you rocked, you can do it again.” You smile and give him a soft peck on the cheek.

“That was when the biggest crowd was 15 people… not fucking 50.” He scoffs before Gareth comes in the room and interrupts you.

“Hey, man. We’re on in 5 so… finish up.” He nods his head before walking back out towards the stage.

Eddie takes a deep breath in and turns to you, finally cracking a soft smile. “Can’t turn back now, can I?” You giggle softly and shake your head as you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. He sucks in a sharp breath before humming into the kiss as he places his hands on the small of your back. “I’ll see you out there.” He winks before walking out.

You grab your beer that you had taken with you to the greenroom and make your way to the stage, off to the side but still front row so Eddie could look at you if he started to feel anxious.

As soon as the guys walk out, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs. You didn’t care if no one else was, but you were there to make sure they all had your full support. You watch in awe as they start playing, always in shock as to how Eddie is able to command a crowd. No matter if it’s 5 people or 50, he always gave it his all. You honestly had never seen a band with such immense stage presence, and for a band whose biggest show was 50 people in a sweaty bar, it was pretty impressive.

You watch intensely as Eddie puts his entire body and soul into the music, especially his body. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t incredibly turned on every time you watched him play. The way he closes his eyes and leans his head back during the guitar solos, the way he rolls his body into the mic stand, the way the sweat drips down his bangs and onto his chest, it was overwhelming for you.

You tried to focus on the music and push your filthy thoughts to the back of your mind, but the ache in between your legs made that harder by the second. You knew the adrenaline that would be pumping through him would play to your benefit, and now it’s all you could think about.

You were so lost in thought, you barely even noticed the show had ended before Eddie was running off the stage and picking you up by your waist and lifting you into the air. You giggle as he spins you around before setting you back down and pressing your chest close to his, keeping his grip tight on your hips.

“Did you have fun?” You wrap your arms around his neck and smile widely.

“God, that was the best fucking show I think i’ve ever played.” He pants, still catching his breath. “How’d you like it?”

“I’d have to agree with it being your best. You did amazing, baby.” You push his sticky bangs out of his eyes as you bring him in for a deep kiss. Heated enough for him to immediately get hard enough for you to feel him through his jeans.

He pulls away once he realizes that you two are in fact in public, with people probably staring already. “Come with me.” He whispers in your ear before taking hold of your wrist and nearly dragging you to the back and into an empty bathroom.

He turns and locks the door before facing you and kissing you again, somehow with even more heat and passion than before. His hands find a place on your ass as he drags his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access as you open your mouth slightly, just enough for him to push through. You both moan into each other's mouths as your tongues fight for dominance.

His hands come back up to your hips as he walks you backwards towards the sink, lifting you up and placing you on the edge. His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he traces his fingers across the lacey material of your bralette, down your leather skirt before ghosting over the fishnets hugging your thighs.

“There’s always something in the way, isn’t there?” He whispers in your mouth before dragging his lips down your jaw and sucking on your neck. You tilt your head back to give him better access as you run your fingers through his hair and let out a breathy moan.

His hands squeeze around your thighs as one of them pushes your skirt up, revealing your barely there black thong underneath the mesh. He looks down to see your wetness pooling around your thighs and he chokes back a lustful groan.

“Fucking christ, baby. I get you this worked up when I'm on stage, hm?” He smirks up at you, dragging his index finger down your clothed cunt, earning a shudder from you. “So fucking wet… wonder what she tastes like. Guess I need to find out, don’t I?” Your breathing is already becoming ragged as you nod impatiently.

He continues running his finger up and down your heat, applying pressure after every other stroke. He slowly lowers himself on to his knees, pushing your thighs open with his elbow before he unexpectedly rips your tights open, nearly shredding them with the amount of force he uses.

A gasp escapes your throat as you watch him, his mouth agape as he focuses on his finger trailing through your ever growing anticipation. He moves your panties to the side, moaning softly at the sight of your glistening pussy. He runs his finger through your folds again, gathering your juices and watching as you squirm at his touch.

“Eddie… please.” You whine as you buck your hips into his hand. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles and places a quick peck to each of your thighs before licking a slow stripe up your slit. You suck in a sharp breath at the feeling, and he takes notice. He gives you one more agonizingly slow drag of his tongue before sucking your clit into his mouth. He alternates quickly between flicking his tongue across your bud and sucking with as much fervor as he can muster.

Loud moans escape your mouth with every new movement, too lost in the pleasure to even care if people outside could hear. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, watching the way his mouth moves around you as you grind further into him. He moans around you, sending vibrations through your entire body which only pushes you closer to the edge.

Your legs start shaking slightly, and he takes it as an opportunity to suddenly slip two fingers inside of you. He fucks into you hard and deep, trying to bring you to your orgasm even faster.

“Shit, Eddie… I-I’m close, baby. So fucking close.” You throw your head back as you allow yourself to be taken over by the feeling. He looks up at you, moaning even deeper at your reaction as he sucks even harder and moves his fingers faster. It only takes a few more pumps before you’re screaming his name and squeezing your thighs around his head as he sucks and licks up every last drop of your cum.

He slows down the speed of his fingers, but keeps pushing them inside of you to help you ride out your high as he detaches from your pussy. “Such a good girl for me. Getting my face nice and wet… just the way I like it.” He praises as he stands up from the floor to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue while his fingers continue to lazily push in and out of your throbbing cunt. “Ready for my cock, baby?”

You moan in response as you notice he’s already undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just past his thighs. He removes his fingers from your pussy, and uses the wetness around them to slide up and down his hard cock. You watch the way he pumps himself, whimpering as you wait for his next move before he comes closer and drags the tip through your folds.

“Beg for it.” He growls, continuing to tease you with the leaking head of his cock.

You moan at his words as your hips involuntarily buck up to meet more of him. “Want you to fuck me so bad, please. Need you inside of me… need to feel you stretch me out so perfectly- fuck, please, baby.” You ramble, wanting nothing more in this moment than to feel him fill you up.

He groans sharply, wasting no time as he slams his entire length inside of you. “Fuuuuck. You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” You wince at the sudden feeling before you fall apart around him, squeezing him in and moaning his name into his shoulder.

He pulls out almost all the way, before slamming back inside. He does this a few more times before settling on a steady pace, thrusting almost as fast as his fingers from earlier. “Pussy’s so fucking tight… gonna make me cum already.”

You place your hands on his back, running them underneath his shirt so you can dig your nails into the skin as he fucks into you at a rapid pace. “You fit so perfectly inside of me, baby. Always fuck me so good.” You moan into his ear to egg him on.

One hand grips tightly on your hip as he brings his other to your throat, just resting it there for a moment before applying a slight amount of pressure. The sounds of your heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin is almost enough to send both of you over the edge.

“She’s just so hungry for my cock, isn’t she?” He groans as he looks down to watch the way you suck him in with every thrust. “Just begging to be full of my cum, hm?”

Your walls tighten around him at those words alone, as you feel yourself getting close once again. “Want you to cum for me, wanna feel it. Please, I need it.” You whine, digging your nails into him even deeper as he slams into you harder with every thrust.

“Need you cum one more time for me, okay? Can you do that, baby?” He asks as he looks you in the eyes, the hand that was on your throat now traveling down to your clit to rub hard circles. You whimper and nod as you clench around him, trying to push yourself closer and closer. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for daddy.”

That’s all it takes before you’re shaking underneath him and digging your nails into his shoulders so deep, it was sure to leave a mark. “Thaaat’s it. What a good girl you are.” He breathes out, now thrusting even harder and quicker to reach his own high. “Gonna cum in this perfect little pussy of yours. That what you want, baby? Want me to fill you up with daddy’s cum?”

Your brain is so foggy from your last orgasm you can’t even give him a verbal answer. You just moan in agreement and nod as his thrusts get sloppier with each one. His breathing get shaky as you feel his cock twitching inside of you, a sure sign he was gonna explode any second now. “Oh, shit. Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up- shit shit shit…” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he gives you one more particular hard thrust before you can feel him coating your walls with his warm ropes of cum.

He falls into your neck, breathing heavily and still thrusting slightly as he comes down from his high. “Fuck… you’re perfect, you know that?” He pants into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses along your jaw. You run your hands up and down his back to soothe him as you focus on regulating your own breathing.

“I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.” You breathe out, softly kissing down his shoulder.

You both stay still for a few moments, catching your breath and coming back down to earth before Eddie pulls away and looks at you with a grin. “You gonna let me fuck you in the bathroom like this when we sell out The Garden too?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “With the amount of money you’d be making after selling out The Garden… I’d let you fuck me in the janitors closet for all I care.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Been there, done that.”

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Fluff/Mild Angst DW Drabble

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader

Summary: sentence prompt drabble based off numbers 13 and 15 off this prompt list.

13. "The world needs more people like you / 15. "Do it or die trying!"

Requests are: OPEN

CW: Post S4 spoilers (sorta)

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“The world needs more people like you,” you say softly, cupping the Doctor’s jaw. Once again he’s stopped an Earthly event from going haywire and corrupting the timeline of the future. And once again, he’s not asked for anything in return. 

“Mm,” he hums back in return, clearly not really agreeing with you. “You know me. Do it or die trying!” He gives you a quick wink. You know he’s doing it to make you laugh, to keep you from prying at his feelings and making him actually process his emotions. He hadn’t been quite the same since Donna. 

And really, who could blame him? You’d barely been able to think about it either without getting teary eyed. And he’d known her longer than you had. Had bonded with her. The Doctor always made the most meaningful and deep connections with everyone he met. It was sweet really, when it wasn’t heartbreaking.

“And, I mean- really- life wouldn’t be worth it without it’s fair share of adventure, ey?” The Doctor continued, noting the way you were looking at him. Probably with a mix of concern and sadness. “Us and the TARDIS? Travelling time and space… wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You hum. You wouldn’t either. There was absolutely no way you could go back to life without him. Without your wacky adventures and the danger that inevitably followed. But it wasn’t all danger. It was beauty too. Between foiling evil alien plans there were supernovas, worlds of the deepest blues, grasses made from silk on other planets, intergalatic markets and everything in between. Too many things to count or list.

The Doctor had shown you things you’d never even be able to conceive of, never mind dream of. And you loved him for it. He was… something else. You’d say other-worldly, but that was kind of stating the obvious, wasn’t it? 

You lean your head onto his shoulder, taking a deep breath. The Doctor tutted comfortingly, and raised his hand to pat comfortingly at your hair. 

“One of these days, Doctor,” you sigh happily. “One of these days you might actually realise how special you are.” 

You doubted it. He was too preoccupied with everyone else to worry about himself. 

“Ohh, I don’t know about that,” he replies, giving you a kiss to the head. “Till that way-off day comes, maybe you’ll just have to remind me.” 

You nod tiredly, burying yourself deeper into the crook of his neck. 

“Will do, Doctor-Man. Will do.”

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Out of Bounds - Chapter 15

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Word Count: 1913

"Harry," I whispered as I lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "Harry, wake up, baby."

Harry groaned and rolled over to face me, his sleepy eyes cracked open only slightly.

"We have class in an hour," I soothed as I ran my fingers down his arm.

"Can't we skip it?" he grumbled.

"Nuh uh," I declined. "We need to be there today."

"Okay," he sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm going to take a quick shower."

I rolled off the bed and walked to the bathroom. As I stepped in the shower I heard a voice behind me.

"Can I join you?" Harry asked, standing there naked.

I rolled my eyes. "We're never gonna get to class."

Without resistance however, I let Harry step in next to me.

"Let me wash you, and you can wash me," he suggested with a straight face.

"Harry!"

"Nothing else, I promise. Just washing."

"Okay," I reluctantly agreed.

True to his word, Harry lathered me up and scrubbed my body from neck to toe. After pointing him towards my face wash, he gently applied it to my face which I rinsed off under the shower stream. Then he shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp and almost making me fall asleep. He did kiss me a few times during this, but I wasn't about to protest.

Once I'd rinsed out the shampoo, I began to wash him. He closed his eyes for most of it, until I had to bend down to get his legs, and I chuckled when I realized what I was face to face with.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," I smirked.

But Harry knew what it was because he began to thrust his hips so his penis would nearly slap me in the face.

"Stop it!" I exclaimed with a laugh.

I quickly stood upright to see Harry with a shit-eating grin on his face. I made him rinse off and then I washed his hair in the same manor he had mine.

"Mmm, that's nice," he cooed.

Once we were all clean, I reached to turn the water off, but Harry stopped me with a kiss. Then another. And then it grew deeper, his tongue filling my mouth. I ran my hands up his wet chest, grabbing his shoulders. As I leaned against the shower wall, he lifted me up by my thighs and rubbed his cock against my clit.

"Harry!" I moaned.

"I'm sorry, love, I can't help it. I want you."

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he entered me. He was rock hard, and I could feel him filling every bit of me. I wanted so bad to open my legs as far as possible, but there was no place to put my feet. All I could do was wrap my legs around him and hold on. Our moans were both loud and in sync. It felt so good I thought I would literally explode.

"Oh God!" I cried.

"Fuck yes."

Harry and I came together, soaked and spent. After one more quick rinse, I finally turned off the water and we stepped out. I handed Harry a towel and after drying off, we walked back to my bedroom. I looked at the clock. We had less than thirty minutes.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath as I hurriedly put on my underwear.

"Remind me again why we can't ditch?" Harry complained.

"Because we have another report due before Thanksgiving and we haven't even started on it."

"Yeah but we wasted our free periods last week. Crawford's not going to give us more. He's probably got a lecture planned for today."

"All the more reason to go," I stated. "Maybe his lecture will give us some ideas."

Harry grimaced and grabbed his clothes from his duffle bag. We got dressed and made it out the door in record time, choosing to take Harry's car. I knew he had his Biology class after Sociology, but I told him I didn't mind waiting.

As we walked together down the sidewalk, Harry grabbed my hand. I grinned up at him, feeling a little better about letting our relationship out in the open. But as we neared the door to Professor Crawford's class, I tensed up. A few steps away, Leslie and her Soc. partner Charice were talking to Liz. Trying to reassure me, Harry gave my hand a squeeze.

"Hey, you guys," Leslie called out.

"Hi," Harry and I said in unison.

"Hey, you work at Mikado's!" Liz pointed at Harry. I wasn't sure if she was trying to play dumb, or if this was actually the first time she'd seen him at school.

"Yes, I do," he replied with a nod.

"Yeah, I know you," Liz continued. "From the bar. I go there with my friend Britney a lot."

"Yes, I remember you," Harry said politely.

"I didn't know you were dating anyone." Liz made sure she looked at me when she said that. I felt my skin crawl.

"You probably remember Tisa," Harry confirmed, moving his hand to the small of my back. "She came to Mikado's one night when you were there."

"Oh yeah, I do," Liz smirked. "I just didn't know she was your girlfriend."

"Well...now you know."

My stomach jumped to my chest, and I sucked in my breath. Then Harry guided me into the classroom, leaving the other three girls with their mouths agape.

Harry was right, Crawford did have a lecture planned. As I sat and listened, I swore I could feel eyes on me. I hated petty high school jealousy, but I was curious, so I took a compact out of my purse so I could see behind me in the mirror. Leslie and Charice were sitting in the back row giggling until they caught me looking. I acted like I was getting something out of my eye and quickly snapped the compact shut and returned it to my handbag.

Sensing what I was doing, Harry silently placed his hand on my leg under the table. I lightly patted it with my own hand and let it rest on top of his. We stayed that way for the rest of the period until Harry had to write something down.

I told Harry I would go to the library to get started on the report while he went to Biology. This time we didn't have to separate in the fork of the sidewalk. I walked with him, hand in hand, the rest of the way since the library was across from the Science building. Harry kissed me goodbye as naturally as anything. I wanted to feel as calm and casual as he did, but I just wasn't there yet. As he walked away, I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I made my way up the library steps.

I was already deep into my report when I heard a voice.

"So you and Harry, huh?"

I lifted my head to see Liz, who helped herself to the seat across from mine.

"Um, yeah."

"Hmm," she nodded. "What was your name again?"

I shot her a quick glance over my laptop as I continued to type. "Tisa."

"Right, right," Liz said. Then she cocked her head in question. "Just seems kinda quick, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that...my friend and I have been going to Mikado's for a while now. Then you show up once and you're already a couple?"

I closed my laptop and glared at her. "I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me?"

"No," she retorted. "I don't even know you. But I do know my best friend, Britney. And she really liked Harry."

"And?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Well, he kind of acted like he liked her too. Then all of a sudden he has a girlfriend."

"Are you trying to insinuate that I stole Harry from your friend?" I couldn't believe the bullshit I was hearing.

Liz shrugged. "Either that, or he was just leading her on."

"I think you're mistaken," I argued, folding my arms.

"Am I?"

"First of all, I didn't steal anyone from anybody. Second, Harry wasn't leading her on. He was being friendly and doing his job."

"Hmmph," Liz huffed at me.

"Look," I said, leaning forward. "You can believe what you want. Nothing I can say is going to change your mind, obviously. Harry and I are together, and I'm sorry your friend is so hung up on him that she can't let it go."

Liz opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but nothing came out. Instead, she stood up and walked off without another word. I wondered if she was stomping off to tell Charice and Leslie about our little talk. I laughed to myself. Not because of what she'd said. But because I had been so worried that those girls knew I was married. They were just pissed off that their friend's crush had a girlfriend. I found it very amusing.

Harry had to work that night, so I just ordered a pizza and watched a documentary of The Rolling Stones on TV. I'd given him a heads up on the Britney situation, and he told me not to worry. I wondered if Britney and Liz would show up tonight, just to spite me, but I shook the notion from my head, knowing it didn't matter anyway.

Around ten I began to get sleepy, so I got ready for bed. I turned off all the lights except the one in the kitchen. As soon as I got comfortable under the covers, my phone rang. For some reason my first thought was Harry, but then I remembered I hadn't spoken to James yet.

"Hi baby," he said when I answered.

"Hi," I echoed sleepily.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, just about to go to bed."

"Oh okay. Well, I won't keep you then. Just wanted to hear your voice and say goodnight."

"Okay," I yawned. "How is New York?"

"It's...good. Going really well," James informed, though he didn't sound very convincing.

"Are they working you too hard?" I asked.

"Nah, you know, you gotta work hard to get what you want."

"That sounds about right," I said, somewhat sarcastically but James took it for fatigue.

"Well, get some good sleep. Are you still going to class?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Okay, good. 'Night sweetheart."

"Goodnight."

I tossed the phone down on my bed, feeling aggravated and perturbed. Am I still going to class? What the hell, did he think because he was away I wouldn't be going? Am I his child? It just rubbed me the wrong way.

I turned out the light, trying to calm down and relax. Harry wouldn't be home for a while, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay up much longer.

I awoke barely when I heard the garage door. I waited for the sound of footsteps until I saw a form in the bedroom, outlined by the light of the moon shining through the curtains. I knew he was trying not to wake me as he undressed. He left momentarily to go to the restroom, then returned and gently climbed into bed next to me. I immediately reached out for him and he did the same.

"I like this," he muttered after a long string of kisses.

"Like what?"

"Coming home to you."

"Me, too," I said.

Me, too.

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Chapter 45 - Lost in thought. Episode 2.

Evan: 5 minutes later we were home, and quietly made our way to the bathroom, making sure no one would notice we had been gone.

Congo: He turned on the tab for the shower, regulating the water to a comfortable temperature and helped me to get under it, then closed the toilet seat down, sitting down on the toilet, grabbing my cigs and lighting one, taking a big drag. So… please, help me a bit here… You jump out of bed, telling me you need 5-10 minutes to get some air. I lay and wait, 15 minutes at least before checking up on you, finding the garden empty. I run next door, to find that house empty as well… no sign of you. He sighed deep and took another drag I start worrying, obviously, cause that seems to be my thing, worrying about you… Andy… Marius… all the time… So I get in my car, and 15 minutes later find you, almost butt naked on a street in the city below us… ca 1 km from our safe home… and you want me to believe you just simply got lost in your thoughts, and never noticed you left the garden?

Evan: I nodded softly and pulled the shower curtain in front of me, so he could no longer look at me. I suddenly felt naked in a very uncomfortable way. Almost like he could read my soul.

Congo: He moaned deeply and blew a big cloud of smoke out I'm way too old for this.

Evan: I didn't dare to say anything, I just tried to stand as still as possible, afraid if I even made a sound to breathe the whole room would stop existing somehow

Congo: A few minutes went by before he spoke again So what were you thinking of?

Evan:….. I hesitated a bit before I opened my mouth to speak, but the words only came out as a fragile whisper You…

Congo: What?

Evan: You…. this time the words were louder, although still fragile, so I wasn't even sure he had heard them. Until the shower curtain got pulled aside roughly and he grabbed my back head, kissing me passionately as he pushed me against the shower wall with a deep sigh. I dug my fingers into his back, pulling him closer, moaning soft in his mouth, as I started unbuttoning his shirt

Congo: He pushed me harder against the wall, letting one of his hands quickly travel down my spine, grabbing on to one of my hips, digging his nails into my skin, as he pulled my hip closer to him, rubbing himself against it but only for a split second, before he slammed my hip back against the shower wall, making me moan deeply

Evan: I pulled off his shirt, digging my fingers into his chest, moaning once again as I felt his boner against my thigh, quickly letting my hands travel down to his pants, and with no hesitation I unbuckled his belt, quickly moving on to unbuttoning his jeans, but then I felt his hands tighten around my wrists

Congo: Stop… please…

Evan: I was breathing deep and fast as I looked up at him, getting water in my eyes

Congo: Slow down… please… he kissed my forehead softly and stroke my cheek I get what your body wants right now… and trust me, my body does not disagree… but… I'm afraid your mind wont agree… At least not tomorrow… or even later tonight.

Evan: I sighed softly as his words swirled around my head

Congo: I can't do it Evan…. not while knowing you will probably feel different about it later, when you are no longer all heated up. I'm sorry. He turned on the tab and kissed my forehead again You mean too much to me. He slowly got out of the shower, drying his hair, and while doing so, he handed me a big towel Please dry yourself, I don't want you to get cold again, we're both still sick.

Evan: I quickly dried myself, trying not to look at him, as he left the room and I could hear him rumble a bit in the tv room, probably searching for something to wear. I felt… exposed… vulnerable… ashamed…. I was about to marry my best friend…. the man I love beyond anything else… the one…. my mate…. And here I was…. doing whatever the fuck it was I was doing…. feeling…. something…. Fuck… I didn't even know what it was I was feeling, beside this incredible warmth every time he is near! Fuck!!! I leaned my forehead against the wall, sobbing silently as I softly kept hitting the wall. I was too embarrassed by myself to face him. What would he be thinking about me now?!

Congo: Evan? His voice sounded warm and concerned, yet a bit firm

Evan: I had to go in there, somehow. I took a deep breath, quickly drying my eyes and nose, wrapping the towel around my hips. I made my way to the bed in almost slow motion, finding him in boxers under the blanket, observing him a bit questioning before I quickly got under the blanket. He looked calm and relaxed, but still a hint of concern on his face. I quickly slide closer to him, burying my face at his chest, just wanting to disappear and feel safe again. I sighed relieved as I felt his arms wrap around me

Congo: You should take that wet towel off. The bed will get wet too, and it's never good to sleep in a wet bed.

Evan: But… I'm naked?

Congo: Mh? People are normally naked when they shower, Evan. Where are you going with this?

Evan: I sighed softly and made a tiny chuckle I don't know, I just thought…

Congo: He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead softly Evan… I think about you too…

Evan: I dug my fingers into his chest and felt dizzy

Congo: A lot…. somehow, being stuck down here with you half a week, has made me…. I don't know…. feel something I didn't feel before. He sighed deeply I wont go as far as call it falling in love…. but I can't deny either that there's definitely something happening. And I get the feeling you are getting affected by it too…

Evan: I didn't dare to move or speak… my heart was pounding like mad

Congo: Oh for Petes sake! Will you please remove that towel? he chuckled softly I feel like it's a wet sponge, sucking my knee!

Evan: My hands were shaky as I fumbled with the towel, feeling like it took me an eternity to get it off and throw it on the floor

Congo: All I ask of you, is that there will be no sex between us. And here I mean

Evan: I know what you mean! Somehow I couldn't stand to hear the word right now, as I felt it would tip me over and make the anxiety return

Congo: Hey hey ssshh he grabbed my hands gently and let them up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on each of them try to relax, please…. I love when we lay here together, tangled in each other. Feeling safe and warm for hours.

Evan: I nodded softly Me too. Somehow I was still too scared to look at him

Congo: Look at me, please…

Evan: I shook my head softly

Congo: Please… he grabbed my chin lightly and lifted my head so I had to face him I don't want to hurt you, in any way. This is very very important to me, okay?

Evan: I nodded softly

Congo: That does not mean you're not allowed to want me in the heat of the moment. I want you too… and not only in the heat of the moment. I just have a very high self control, so I can hide it better. After all, I had 10 years of practice, staying away from Andy he chuckled softly and smiled Look, all I'm saying is, I will not have sex with you, based on what your body wants, or what your brain thinks it wants when we are both heated up… okay? I would never go down that road with you, unless I felt your brain was fully in it. That does not mean you have to stay away from me… alright?

Evan: I nodded softly and felt tears press in my eyes

Congo: Please don't cry…

Evan: I just… somehow don't want it to stop again…

[obsidiancreates]

The Deadly Venom Liveblog

Wait, what? Karai is human again? Offscreen? Oh god they whiffed it...

EWWWW BRAIN WORM

God I love that Rocksteady is so happy to be named Rocksteady. Love him.

Wait so she's still a snake, but also not? This is why we don't do these offscreen.

I feel none of the tension they were hoping I'd feel... probably because... THEY DID ALL THE IMPORTANT SHIT OFFSCREEN

At least I have the bop of the theme song to soothe me

Is Leo doing really well, or is Splinter sick?

Okay yeah Splinter is still wounded.

Splinter was more fun in the first two seasons.

Oh okay he has magic. Yeah okay "technique" motherfucker that's a spell.

Casey I love you sweetie but you're ignoring April again. Are you ADHD as well? He might be ADHD as well.

Does her dad not like Casey?

Oh We In A Nightmare]OH SHE GOT POISONED

OH FUCK THAT BITE IS NASTY AND TERRIBLE

Casey why are you beatboxing to yourself while on patrol

YAY RETURN OF THE BIKE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS RETURN OF THE WAR BIKEEEEEEEEE

HE HAS MISSILES ON THE BIKE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Not only is he beatboxing, he's using his own name as the lyric.

Awwww Casey was trying to make friends! Oh he'll never get an alternative-style friend in Karai now after thi- ASK EHR OUT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!]Oh no! Casey's gonna get bit!

KISSED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

WHAT IS THIS I HATED ALL OF THAT

Why the hell did Kirby bring April to The Turtles by the way? Oh good he agrees

ONCE AGAIN DONNIE HAS TO DO A LITERAL MIRACLE CURE ALL BY HIMSELF WITH TONS OF PRESSURE ON HIM TO HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS

Sorry was Mikey about to suck Casey's butt. Okay who let the perverts write this episode?

WAIT LOL KIRBY IS ONLY AS TALL AS DONNIE HE'S ONLY 5 FOOT 6 INCHES THAT'S SO FUNNY TO ME oh no he's a little taller nevermind

KIRBY LEAVE DONNIE ALONE HE'S 16-17 YEARS OLD IF WE GO BY 1 SEASON = 1 YEAR AND HE'S ONLY 15 IF WE GO BY THE TIMELINE THE SHOW INSISTS ON I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE PANICKING ABOUT POSSIBLY LOSING YOUR DAUGHTER BUT STRESSING OUT THE ALREADY STRESSED TEENAGE BOY ISN'T GOING TO HELP HER

Yeah no this is just- this is just magic. This is spells. Splinter can do magic now.

Oh no, did they get bit in the water? Is there venom in the water? Why do they feel sick?

OH DONNIE IS A PINEAPPLE HEAD. HE STAYED AS ONE FOR THAT WHOLE RUNNING SHOT

Girl your venom is OP

OH GOD DID DONNIE HAVE A HEART ATTACK?!?!?!?! WHAT WAS WITH THE CHEST CLUTCHING

WHY'D YOU HANG CASEY UPSIDE DOWN HOW DARE

Slow, but then, within the hour? That's pretty fast Karai.

This plot is dumb. We did villain Karai, we don't need it again. Or let her be a villain outside of Shredder if you must. But this is stale.

PFFFFFFT "April, you must defeat the venom with Willpower." "... Oh god why did I bring her to TURTLES AND A RAT-" I just love Kirby's immediate panic after Splinter said that, my thoughts exactly man

So like. The Kraang are legit just. Gone? ... That kind of sucks. It's really good when Shredder and The Kraang are both there, I think it's getting stale now because it's only Shredder. ... I miss The Kraang.

Oh look Leo got bit twice more... but he's fighting it... I'm yawning.

It's magic, Karai. This show has magic now. I guess.

Oh that was a weird choice for the punch. ... Actually this whole sequence was weird.

Kirby's having a hell of a night, man. Magic Ninja Rat Man just healed his daughter who's half interdimensional alien.

Awwww Donnie arguing in Karai's favor since she's under mind control. See this is why I hated that part where he threw the can at Casey in Casey Jones vs The Underworld, multiple episodes establish Donnie as, largely, the Bleeding Heart of the group, and yeah he has moments of exception to that but generally he's not outright cruel. But that throwing thing was so... bully-like... ugh.

Leo unlocked the Healing Spells, his Mana leveled up. Multiclassing unlocked.

[prettyeyesnof4ce]

Magic Man

Matt Murdock x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Matt makes it his mission to make you feel better on your deserved day off.

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, SMUT, Dom Matt, Established Relationship, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Orgasm Delay, (MDNI)

A/N: Wanted to write something intimate yet smutty with Matt :) I hope this isn't too long for a standalone either

Read on AO3

Tension had made the nape of your neck its home, spreading right through to your shoulders. It had been that way for days now, having been greeted by it every morning.

Hadn’t been bothering just you though, as your boyfriend had been well aware of it, even before you could feel it. That was his specialty after all, anticipating behavior.

The flesh on your back was flush full of inflammation, and Matt would be damned if he didn’t do something about the ache. 

On this particular morning, the degree of heat that pooled overnight warped his senses. He knew what was at the top of the list of things to do today.

You awoke to the calloused fingertips that belonged to none other than Matt, tracing gently along your left arm. That gentle touch he possessed never failed to make you smile.

“Hey...morning.” He murmured slowly, as to let you revel in the fortune of waking up next to him another morning. You constantly affirmed to Matt how much you appreciated his presence, even if he already knew it. 

Stirring slowly but surely, you turn over to properly greet your loving partner with a quick peck.

“Hi...hmm” you groaned softly after shifting your weight to face Matt. The pain was already recognizable just moments after waking.

“Inflammation is still bothering you?” He knew the answer but he wanted to hear you admit the pain you were in after you assured him you didn’t want to see a doctor. Matt sure had the tenacity of coming out right all the time. 

You took a moment to think of his satisfaction. “...yeah I guess so” 

He smirked almost immediately, grateful for the pause you took to remember to be honest with him.

“Baby, you can still go see a professional, y’know.” he began, followed by a prompt eye roll from you. You still pondered if he could detect when someone's eyes rolled since he could make out a nod.

“Matt, I told you, it's probably just work stress” you groaned again, a hint of defense in your voice. He hated hearing you try to sound tough.

“Well, then just take the day off, baby, it's alright” Matt shifted closer, having laid a light forehead kiss. Small actions such as the previous were the way to make you melt under his calm spell. The best type of manipulation. You couldn’t refuse, so you agreed to call out. 

“Fine–” 

Turning back over to your side of the bed, you reached for your phone to let your boss know. Your determination to keep your sick days was now broken, all under the hand of Matt’s persuasion.

“Good girl.” Matt whispered. His utterance rang and dispersed in your ears as you put the phone up to make the call. It was often, more than you’d care to admit, how Matt would get you going this early. 

What made it more embarrassing is that he’d know whenever the mood came around.

Once you rang your boss, you stood up to begin your typical morning routine. Not before Matt could reach out to grasp your wrist, just as your feet met the rug below

“It’s your day off…it’s work stress…let me help you” He smirked softly, motioning you to come back to bed with him. Your heart skipped, wondering if he read your mind, since he could read everything else perfectly.

“Matt, it’s already 7:15, we don’t have time for–” you began, jumping to conclusions to try and corner Matt for once, but he always came out on top.

“Sit down, what did you think I was gonna do?” Matt punctually stated, eyebrow quirking and that smirk returning. 

Your cheeks went flush, reluctantly slumping back down onto the comforter. The air was deafening before you spoke again.

“--Oh, what do you have in mind?” The way your throat cleared in junction to the heat your skin radiated intensifying left Matt an amused man.

“Here” His hands were welded to your shoulders, shifting to sit up better behind you.

“Creating your own remedy, huh?” You sneered, pushing your hair out of your face as you stared down at your crossed legs.

“What, I can’t give my girlfriend a massage?” His breath lurked near your ear, 

You couldn’t refuse something as sensual as a massage from your (not that he’d like to admit it) codependent boyfriend. He’d take any type of opportunity to touch and make you feel secure at any time.

His thumbs began creating circles with force against your skin, fingers curling around your collar bones.

Groaning softly, you could only sit and fall victim to Matt’s delicate but deep maneuvers. Hell, he could’ve put you back to sleep right then and there. Your breathing had slowed, eyes closing as his thumbs focused on the base of your neck.

 While the rhythm of his fingers entranced you, he smiled to himself, recognizing the patterned breaths you demonstrated. Matt was sickeningly in love, giving kudos to himself at his ability to calm you effortlessly. His hands made their end at the tops of your shoulders, massaging for a few more beats before kissing where it hurt. 

Bringing you back to consciousness, Matt’s arms lay tightened around your chest, not before leaving tender pecks all over your shoulders and nape. A valiant sigh of satisfaction came after.

“Feel a little better?” He spoke, stroking over your wrist with his thumb after you secured his welcoming embrace with your own arms. 

Your heart fluttered, a bit embarrassed at how you pined sometimes desperately for moments like these.

“Of course” While your head crooned backward into his forehead, he giggled, savoring the way your blood ran and your stomach contorted. He loved the way you appreciated him and spoke with your body more than words could.

“Welp, I oughta hop in the shower” He broke the lingering cuddle, scooting over the duvet ready to stand. 

You could only sit and admire his body as it stretched, shirt rising up slightly revealing his body hair. The dimly lit room would suffice in aiding your sight to gaze at your devilishly attractive lover. 

He always knew when you’d stare, especially during moments like this. Matt could be a bit coy at times, but without a doubt he wasn’t oblivious to his effect on you. Most notably at this very second. 

Noting the extra heartbeat as he grabbed his towel, he brewed a rough draft on how the rest of this morning would go once he was finished bathing. 

~

As you stood over the sink, rinsing your hands of instant pancake batter, your brain stayed fixated on the way Matt worked you in bed. It evoked some sort of carnal response in you. The way he was so dedicated to your comfort and security made you yearn for more. 

“Matt…could you come here a second?” A familiar blush was already prickling up your face, hairs surrendering to goosebumps faster than the time he took to arrive at your side. 

He’d just finished his shower, which made you bothered on its own. You felt sinful the way you ogled him in just that gray towel with damp hair. The presence of his scent soon met yours, cold hands tracing your arms.

“Yes, what is it, dear?” His voice was more deep and introspective than before, the unmistakable baritone of a boyfriend well aware of his control.  

You feared he already picked up on the chagrin creeping all over your body, not to mention the budding rush of blood at your center. Fool was smirking, reveling in the way you paused as it gave him ample time to figure out what was about to transpire. You were indefinitely on the same page, he thought.

“I just want you…to touch me like that again.” The utterance of your words was apparently too low for him.

“What was that?” Matt began, keen as broad daylight. He knew you already felt the ache.

You took a sigh of impatience. “I need you again, it–made the pain go away a bit.”  

“Oh, my hands, you mean?” Matt smiled against your skin, having moved your hair over your right shoulder. 

He was getting on your nerves, it was the game he was best at. Making you feel crazy in a playful way.

“Yes, I loved the way you made me feel just then, it’s...relieving.” 

“Relieving? Elaborate.” He scoffed, placing his hands at your sides, slowly lacing his hands together around your belly 

You hated the way he’d grab you by the helm like this, pushing you around until you practically had to beg. Not to mention his super sense making it more enjoyable to him overall. He loved you when you transformed into a babbling mess.

“God, Matt, don’t make me look pathetic, I need you” You whined, breath hitching as he swung back and forth with you, arms tight.

“Pathetic is how I want you.” A wicked chuckle left his lips, beginning to smell the arousal through your undergarment. 

A soft groan escaped again, trying to think quickly on your feet in haste. Get the ball rolling so to speak.

“Well, here I am, Matty, take your shot.” You tried to fight back, attempting to taunt him the same.

The awareness of your scent through the fabric proved intoxicating, Matt nearly holding his breath while trailing his hands over your shoulders. Pet names were a favorite between you two, but that name evoked something personal. 

“You got it” 

Beginning the same method of massage like earlier, his thumbs were much rougher. As he was channeling the tension from your neck to shoulder blades, his lips couldn’t help but nip and kiss, beginning a more attentive descent.

His teeth gently met your ear, lips gliding over the very edge of your jaw. Your grip on the marbled counter only strengthened as you awaited the inevitable demise. 

God, that pounding you bore below was painful yet powerful all in one. Reverberation rendering pornographic to Matt’s senses. Speeding up his trail down your back,, he couldn’t wait to start his interrogation.

Matt's hands made their arrival below your shirt, fingertips feeling white hot against the heated skin. 

He couldn’t help the temptation of kissing further, a stream starting down your neck while he caressed your stomach and hips. The rise in degree or two proved irresistible. 

“Am I tortured enough, yet?” You whispered through the batting of lashes, a hint of amusement in tone.

“Consider yourself lucky since I know how much you’re aching, sweetheart.” He smirked, hearing your heart skip in relief. His right hand descended its tease along the hem of the panties you donned, left hand remaining under the shirt.

Finally crossing the border, you held your breath as his coarse tips met your mound.

 Matt’s thick fingers traced your entrance, notching an index and middle between your lips. Squirming on contact, he split you open just enough to unsheath your clit, beginning a taunting steady pace.

“So this is what you wanted, hm?” Matt hummed beside your ear, enjoying the way he could sense your blood going off to the races.

With his left hand gliding along your bosom, he began tutting sweet little nothings. Words that dared not escape through the other ear.

“You’re my girl, hm, and I make you feel good, yeah?” 

“…mhm…” You whimpered as the other hand now pawed harshly at your breast, occasionally paying attention to the reddened nipple.

“ Not loud enough, dear” Matt chuckled low, taking acute notice of the sounds your wetness was making as he swirled and circled you closer and closer.

The pressure in your lower half intensified and your knees buckled, every stroke drawing a noise out of you. You would do anything he told you if it meant you’d come faster.

“ugh—mhmmm” Suddenly groaning out into the cold air of the apartment, your hands gripped at the counter searching for some stability.

“That's my girl…” He bellowed another wicked chuckle, lips tracing and leaving kisses along your neck.

Despite the attention he was providing, this wasn’t what you were insinuating. Fingers were what you thought you were promised.

“Matthew…I want more” You beckoned through tiny gasps, egging him on and causing him to press himself against you, your whines of pleasure making him go off the rails.

He couldn’t help but give you what you wanted, especially when you uttered his full name. 

“Anything for my needy girl.” Matt breathed, the throbbing he felt beneath the cruel fabric of his towel becoming painful. Nothing turned him more feral than knowing his love was pleading for more attention. 

More care from him.

His hand swooped around your hip, your pelvis rutting into nothing at the absence of his caress. 

Matt drunk up the way you gasped once his fingers trailed your entrance. Even he himself groaned feeling how warm you were between his digits. Telling you how great you were doing as per usual.

“yeah, yeah, that’s it, sweetheart” He encouraged while you silently lost your mind at the way he seemed to know which spots to hit to make you crazy. Your head bowed down, eyes shutting as he curled and contorted to the tune of your climax approaching. 

The slight bobble of your hips told him everything, if the fire he sensed inside you wasn’t enough. Slapping at the marble wasn't sufficient to prepare for your orgasm, so you resorted to reaching a hand up to wantonly grasp at the hair on the back of his head. Meanwhile he continued his silent words of praise, his lips remaining glued to your neck and ear. 

“Is my good girl close? huh?” Matt taunted as his pace inside you stayed meaningful. The force of him finger-fucking you was wafting more of your scent, corroding his senses and keeping him locked onto his mission. But not for long. He had separate plans for you.

“yeah…coming—“ The bubble of fire in your abdomen threatened to spill over, until Matt halted to a stop, pulling out of your warmth with a grunt. It felt like an inconvenience to him the same way it felt for you.

A gentle cry erupted once you realized your predicament, remembering that you never quite got to have Matt that easily. He loved to make you a pathetic whining mess after all. Hard to get was his game.

“don’t do this, please, Matty” Some part of you thought repeating that name again would earn some of his sympathy but you couldn’t be more off. 

Even if he was behind you, his smirk was still able to be detected, giving you time to expose your desperation before he spoke.

“Clenching around nothing, are we?” Your cheeks burned degrees higher, feeling embarrassed that you were this vulnerable to him. Constantly fighting between hating or loving his powers, you were at the mercy of his sudden halt, your walls contracting around a ghost.

While your climax hung in the balance, Matt took it upon himself to reach a right hand around your neck, your pulse hammering against it like a woodpecker. 

His grip tightened around the flesh, listening closely as your heart fluttered, and the words soon fell from his lips.

“Tell me how much you need this” Matt slurred the S for a second as he kept you at bay, index circling your clit counterclockwise. 

Hips twitching, meeting his strokes 1 to 1, you had no choice but to plead with your maker.

“Yes, yes, Matty, I need this!—“ you cringed at the way your voice cracked, but he drank it up quickly, adoring every move you made. After all, Matt felt nothing but admiration for you, his senses tuned to detect your routines and intricacies perfectly. He couldn’t find you strange even if he tried to.

“Tell me you deserve this, baby” He cooed softly, loving the way your walls continued to clench in the absence of stimulation.

You wanted nothing more to jump off the cliff at this point, so you obliged to the validation he sought after.

“Yeah, yes, I deserve this, Matty” Beckoning through gritted teeth you spoke, ringing amicably in Matt’s ears at the nickname yet again. He got high often at the innocence it held.

“I need you to mean it, love.” Matt pursued, fingers toying meticulously with your right nipple in unison to his strokes below. 

A single whimper left your strangled, overstimulated being, wishing he would just tell you to come already. Goddamn Matt and his need for constant reassurance. He was a complex lover alright.

“You’re my angel, you deserve this” 

He wanted desperately for you to believe his words, and who were you to deny him that praise.

“I–deserve this...” Your eyes were fixated on the wood roofing, the only thing you could see besides stars from your waning climax. Matt grinned into the skin he so affectionately knew on your neck, breath giving you goosebumps yet again. He meandered a finger up and down your slit, coating it in your arousal generously.

“Good, now taste” Matt brought the now covered finger up to your mouth, him doing a little “ah” with his own to guide you. Opening wide around the girth, your eyes gave out, shutting tight as you welcomed it warmly under his instructions.

“Taste how good you are f’me” He maneuvered it in and out slightly, the motions causing himself to tense even more. Poor Matt only being able to imagine the fire of warmth your mouth provided if only it met his cock below. Alas there was not enough time.

“Are you good?” He asked promptly, only having to wait slight seconds for your arrogant yet arousing response. 

“Of course I am” Barely audible, intentionally whispering, teasing him for the fact that he and his senses were locked onto you. Matt was always fully present when taunting and sinking his flesh into his prey.

A final laugh left the man’s pursed lips before removing himself from you completely. 

“Very well, then” 

Soon you felt the warm caress of his hands as he lifted your shirt, Your back was bare and glowing to him, Matt admiring each and every hair that stood. All because of him.

You could only wait silently for what else your boyfriend had in mind, cause you sure felt helpless under his gaze.

Starting from the top of your spine, Matt peckered kisses, each one more meaningful than the last. His lips were raw and eager to feel the texture of your skin besides your neck. Ever sensitive, he adored making his way to the dip in your lower back, a slight giggle arising from you. Intimacy was worth the tickle.

Kneading at your thighs, he sighed against your backside. “Turn, get on the counter” he whispered, abiding almost immediately. Your heart beat like a well oiled machine, anticipating what he would do next during your flustered stupor. 

You could only watch as Matt knelt below you, decorating your belly with kisses that spoke for themselves.

His hands groped languidly at your ass, while his trail of affection stopped at the hem of your underwear.

“May I?” Matt only asked purely to hear your frustrations be squished into one single mewl. 

The response floated into the air merely for one second before he opened the pandora’s box, meeting your scent head on. Matt would wear your arousal as a cologne if he could, wanting a constant reminder of who is his. Rightfully his.

The man produced a groan once he heard the beloved fabric fall to your ankles, your breath trembling as his hands reached around to grasp your thighs again. Pulling them apart, working the flexibility of your pelvis, he could almost whimper at the gutteral sound of your lips prying themselves open.

A silent breath could only emerge and soon he delved into your folds gratefully. He would fantasize obsessively about these little moments of anticipation before giving you oral. The heart race, skin flushing, and wet squelches of your cunt as he waited for approval. Matthew would happily die drunk under the wicked spell while between your legs.

On the brunt of orgasm, it wouldn’t take long before he had you crying out loud unapologetically. Matt let you ride his face just the way he liked, pussy grinding relentlessly against a tongue that seemed to be sentient. 

The cacophony above him, or at least it sounded like one to you, was nothing but a blessed symphony to him. Completely consumed by every note and key it sang for him, he couldn’t resist freeing a hand to grip himself through the sandpaper that lay around his waist. He was delighted to feel the ache along with the pleasure. 

Now groaning into your clit, he attempted to get himself off while you rode the abyss of your climax. A final scream would suffice before falling completely, tightening the grip you held on his brown locks as your head fell back. The trench was warm and welcoming, twitching as Matt groped tight around your plush flesh.

Coming back to the surface, the cold marble beneath you was recognizable now as your body temperature calmed down, Matt definitely sensing the relief of tension in your abdomen.

However, his strokes to himself were fruitless, minding the time. Only a satisfied sigh came from him once he stood back up to greet you. He was pleased with the way he took care of your little problem.

“You did so well, sweetheart.” He coaxed you in more reassurance and deep kisses, holding you tenderly with gentle hands. With a job well done, Matt tried to pull away, only to be stopped by your plea to get him off back.

“Please, Matty just let me–” 

“Ah ah, remember what I said, it’s your day off, the pleasures all yours” He cut you off right before you could make any work of the strained towel around his hips. 

Strutting away with a proud stride, you could only watch mouth slacked as Matt carried on with his morning routine. “I’ve gotta get dressed anyway” 

You stammered after giving a long gaze “ B-but what about breakfast?”  

“I’m sure I’ll find something at the office! No time!” He shouted from the closet. 

Slumping over the now dirtied counter, you recollected events past while staring aimlessly at the bowl of pancake batter you prepared. You soon giggled as you realized how the knot in your upper back has now subsided, Matt’s remedy for greatness proving effective after all.

 Bastard didn’t even have to ask if you felt better, you cursed him in your head for knowing the ins and outs of your body chemistry. Matt was too clever, more than he’d give himself credit for.

An “I love you” escaped into your personal space, expectedly being heard by Matt just as he was straightening his tie in the other room. He smirked silently to himself, proud of his ever strong care and adoration for you, much like a love drunk wizard. A magic man.

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[seokjinsonlyone]

this is how i think it’d go if you went to visit bts at work and gave them a little peck on the lips

namjoon:

you’d probably walk into his studio and he’d be at his desk headphones in playing back some beat or revising some lyrics

you’d come up behind him and wrap your arms around his neck effectively stealing his attention away from the track

and that’s when you’d place a nice little peck on his lips

but that wouldn’t be enough for him so before you could even fully break apart he’d already be chasing your lips

he’d roll his chair around to properly face you placing one hand at the back of your neck bringing you back to him immediately slipping his tongue in your mouth

what once was a cute little greeting turned into a sensual experience as he gently massaged your tongue with his

and when he felt like he had his fill of you for the time being he pulled back, smiling, dimples on full display and said “hey, baby.”

the depth of his voice would send shivers down your spine and you would settle into his lap wrapping your arms around his neck picking up where he left off just bc he was done didn’t mean you were

seokjin:

you’d probably end up at hybe headquarters after seokjin called you when he was done with his day to get dinner together

you’d call him to let him know you’re outside and within a minute he’d be in your car

you’d lean over the center console to give him a peck to which he’d immediately complain

“woooowww i’ve been at work all day and that’s all i get”

you’d swallow down the urge to tell him that he not the only one that work in favor of rolling your eyes and pressing your lips to his again for a little longer

that wouldn’t be enough for him though “just one more,” he’d request.

“one more.”

“one more.”

he knew that asking for a kiss from you was a dangerous game

could feel it in the way he melted against you

could tell by the way he seriously thought about giving you one of his rolex watches you jokingly said you’d steal and sell

or one of his cars you said you’d steal and sell

thought about giving you the world just for one more kiss

yoongi:

with yoongi you’d probably enter his studio (he’s always in the studio) with the code he gave you

which the fact that you were the only one other than himself that had the code did inexplicable things to your heart you couldn’t really delve into without feeling like you were gonna explode

anyway you’d walk in the room and he already knew it was you like you said you were the only other one who could freely enter and he’d be at his monitor doing whatever producers do

“hey just gimme one sec”

and you knew how that one went sometimes it was actually just a few seconds sometimes it was a few hours until you had his attention but you didn’t mind you ain’t have anything else to do just wanted some company

you didn’t wanna disturb him too much but you couldn’t help yourself so you walked to him turned his head to face you and quickly kissed him before recoiling to the couch a few feet away

10-15 minutes later he was summoning you over to him, pulling you into his lap, and using his thumb and index finger to trap your chin bringing your lips back to his for a proper kiss

you sighed contentedly afterwards laying your head on top of his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, showing you what he was working on

hoseok:

hobi was usually a super organized person liked for everything to have a place and everything to be in that place

but you were his little chaos and organization was definitely not his top priority when he was with you taking second place to soaking up every ounce of your presence in whichever way you would allow him

so really it was no surprise when he texted you asking if you’d seen his little notebook where he wrote his lyrics and whatever other ideas or thoughts popped into his head

it took a bit of searching to find but you had it and he was very fortunate you liked him it was the only reason you were willing to drop it off before work

you made sure to let him know he was the reason you looked ugly today the trip to his office severely cutting your usual routine and he made sure to let you know that a) you were beautiful no matter what and b) he would make it up to you

it was only your second time at the new building your first time was when he invited you along for their first look at the hybe insight museum so it was safe to say you had absolutely no idea where you were going despite the detailed instructions one of the staff gave you upon entry if you hadn’t run into taehyun you probably would’ve been running around that building for another hour

you were thoroughly unamused with the situation but hobi looked so cute and sheepish when you entered the practice room wrapping his arms around you immediately alternating between expressing his gratitude and regretfulness that you couldn’t help but press a small kiss to his mouth

an action you instantly regretted bc a) it caused him to start pressing kisses all over your face in return b) it caused an eruption of various forms of shouting from the six other boys you failed to notice upon entry

you pushed at his chest as heat flooded your body from embarrassment preparing to leave you were going to be late for work “be good” you told him personally before shouting “have fun!” at the other members

jimin:

your days off hardly coincided with jimin’s days off mostly bc he never really had days off always had to go in for one thing or another

but his days weren’t always jam packed some days like today he had a meeting in the morning and a meeting in the evening and not much else to do besides that

and he was the absolute worst at entertaining himself always needed to find someone else’s business to get into and as the object of his affection you were always his first choice

he tried not to bother you too much when you were busy though no matter how clingy he was and he was awfully clingy

if you two weren’t able to be joined at the hip in your free time you were definitely on the phone and if he wasn’t the object of your affection as well you would’ve started ignoring him a long time ago as it stands he was the best company

anyway he knew you were off today and had no plans other than finding a new anime to start so naturally when he found himself bored out of his mind he was in your ear purring down the line for you to come to him

it didn’t take too much convincing your attention span wasn’t on your side so you couldn’t really get into anything and even though you literally saw jimin yesterday you missed him :\

it’s why you didn’t hesitate to land a peck on his lips upon meeting him again and latching onto his arm firmly as he led you to one of the small practice rooms they had

“so tell me about your day”

you looked him over suspiciously he had that mischievous glint in his eye so you knew he was up to something

and you were right you weren’t more than two sentences in to your answer before he was pressing his lips to yours in a long lingering kiss

“i’m sorry continue”

“um...” your attention span really wasn’t with you and it was hard to retrace your train of thought with your lips tingling and the hairs on the back of your neck raised

you eventually found your mental footing and continued speaking about your day which had more or less turned into you ranting about haikyuu when again mid sentence he captured your lips between his own one hand tracing up and down your spine while the other held your head into place so he could lick into your mouth just the way he liked

“go on” he panted slightly breathless once you finally broke apart

“jimin...” you whined

he giggled at his own antics loved riling you up found it so cute how you couldn’t even try to keep the dreamy look off your face “you like me so much don’t you?” he asked with a self assured grin etched onto his face

you did

taehyung:

sometimes he felt so sorry to you hated cancelling on you because something came up or another thing ran over time

you were always cool with it tho never made a huge fuss of it which he was forever grateful for bc he really did love his job

but he really loved you too

he had to cancel three separate times just this week alone and he was missing you something bad

and even though he really wanted to take you out and do something nice for you like you deserved at this point he just wanted to see you

missed seeing you in person and having you in his arms

that’s how you found yourself on a bench tucked into a quiet corner of the upper garden at a table chairs side by side his hands toying with yours as you caught him up on your week so far

he was kinda obsessed with you and you loved it because having his undivided attention felt so so good

so you couldn’t help but close the gap, briefly pressing your lips to his

the slight blush that took over his cheeks had an insane amount of serotonin flooding your brain you loved him so much

even more so when he surpassed his bout of shyness and unabashedly brought you closer to him and attempted to make up for a week’s worth of lost kisses

jungkook:

sometimes life got busy for the both of you and even though you meant to meet up it just didn’t happen

but once you finished your work week you made it your mission to see him as soon as possible

you’d texted him when you got off and he told you he was finishing vocal practice then going to workout which left you with enough time to stop home and freshen up before he was done

as expected his trainer told you he was in the shower when you popped up so you decided to wait in the hallway for him to come out

“heeeeey what are you doing here”

you looked up from your phone to see your slightly damp very buff boyfriend grinning down at you

almost instantly you were hugging him arms wrapped around his waist before pulling back slightly pecking him on the lips

which set something off inside jungkook a shock ran down his body just from the feeling of your lips pressed against his

“let’s hang out” you agreed immediately “i just need to grab something from my studio first”

he laced your hands together dragging you alongside him and as soon as you entered the room he had you pinned against the door hands on your hips kissing you with far greater ferocity than you could have anticipated

and it’s like jungkook knew he missed you but he didn’t realize just how much until he had you in his arms your lips on his

kissing you felt like home and his introverted self never wanted to leave the house couldn’t even help the groan that escaped the back of his throat as you took control of the kiss and made a mental note to remember to never deprive himself of this pleasure again

one of his hands slid down your thigh lifting your leg until you got the hint to wrap both of them around his waist allowing him to show off his strength and grope you at the same time

“jk,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss

his lips were chasing yours the second you broke contact he didn’t care about breathing when a fire was spreading through his body

you indulged him for a few more seconds before breaking apart again

this time his lips traveled down your neck kissing and sucking until you were making the prettiest sounds for him

you felt like you were going to explode his hands were squeezing your butt and his lips were on your neck and you were going to explode

“jk...” you whined again tugging lightly at the hair on the nape of his neck

he made his way back up your neck pressing a hard kiss on your cheek before gently nudging your nose with his “hmmm?”

and suddenly you were staring directly into his eyes big and pretty and filled with stars shining just for you

you were going to explode “let’s get out of here”

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

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Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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NSFW with Thomas

Sentence 32

Fanfic trope 9

Kink 20

I have literally so many Thomas NSFW prompt requests that I decided to post at least one or two of them first (like 15 .... and that's not counting any other prompt). Sorry Ethan, you still have to wait. Also I'm still upset about this not showing up in the tags. So I'm gonna mention it again. I really appreciate people reblogging these btw! <3

Thanks Kendle! Because it's you, this is pretty much almost just NSFW. Hope you enjoy! 💋

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Even for your standards the whole thing is kind of stupid. It's just the icing on top of a sequence of errors, mistakes and your inability to say no to him. It's Thomas, you just can't. You should have known that your attraction towards him would get you into trouble some day. Today is the day apparently.

"No, Thomas is too much of a sweetheart for that kind of stuff." That's what Victoria said.

"Thomas, honestly, when is the last time you got laid", Damiano joked, "You need it."

"He's just a cute guy, just leave him alone." That's how Ethan tried to help Thomas, by the look of his face failing miserably.

That was during the afternoon, between lunch and soundcheck.

This is what you heard all day long and probably one of the reasons why you are in the place you are in now. In some backstage, sitting on a couch, Thomas on top of you, two of his fingers in your mouth.

All you wanted was a chill day, maybe drink some alcohol, dance a bit. This is not what you had in mind, when they told you that they're playing their last show of the year in Florence, asking you to join them for at least a day if your time allowed it. Mostly you tried to avoid anything including them which wasn't in Rome but you desperately needed a break even if in the end you really only could make it over for one night. Victoria making your decision even easier with telling you that you could share a room with her.

You whimper around his fingers.

"Can you do me a favour?", Thomas had asked - right after getting off stage. Leaving the other ones behind.

Back then, 15 minutes ago, you were stupid enough to ask him how that favour would look like.

"I have enough of cute, sweet, little Thomas", he told you, "Or all the you really have to get laid jokes. I really have enough, would you help me out?"

Back then, 14 minutes ago, you once again were stupid enough to ask him how you can help him exactly.

"Just pretend to make out with me?", pretend that's what he said, "We don't even have to kiss. Just let me kiss your neck or something. We never gonna talk about it afterwards but I can live in peace for a bit, please?"

You can't say no to him, even if you would really try, if you wouldn't be this stupid. Just the prospect of some neck kisses made your body shiver. If that's all you would ever get from him, you're going to take it.

So 13 minutes ago you agreed to playing a part in this charade.

That's how you ended up on the couch in their backstage. Thomas still sweaty, still in half his stage outfit, him grabbing your naked waist.

"They'll be here in a second. Get naked." This is when you realised that you indeed got yourself into trouble.

"What? You didn't say anything about getting naked!" - We don't even have to kiss, how does that translate to get naked?

"Just take off some of your clothes, I want them to think we're doing it!"

All it took was one look from his pleading eyes, and you got rid of your t-shirt. Thomas taking his shirt off as well. He went so far to open his trousers and then pushed you down on the small couch, getting on top of you.

You're sitting on this couch with Thomas against your body for the past 4 minutes.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, just to push them in again. Just when the door opens.

You didn't think anything about it when he stroke your lips with his thumb, neither did you think anything when you slightly opened your lips.

His bulge pressing against your stomach when you moved - other story. It made you moan, Thomas sliding two of his fingers into your mouth.

That was 35 seconds ago.

Now you don't think anymore, you're just doing. Sucking on his fingers.

"Such a good girl for me."

"What?", Damiano is stopping right in his tracks.

There's another What? and a What the fuck? followed by the noise of the door being shut. All three of them are looking at you. You still have Thomas fingers in your mouth, that he now gently pulls out.

"What is going on here?", Ethan asks.

"What are you two doing?", Damiano questions. That should be obvious, you think.

Thomas gets up from you, takes his shirt from the floor and just walks out of the door. What the fuck indeed.

"Did he really say that", you hear Victoria say, "or am I going insane?"

"He did say that." Ethan answers her, but he is looking at you instead. "How long is this going on for?"

"Wait, is this here why he isn't looking for anyone or anything?" If you even would like to answer any of their questions, you wouldn't have a chance. And you don't want to, you really want to fucking shout at Thomas. But he fucked off to wherever, to do god knows what. Right when you really start to get angry, he's walking through the door again. Dressed, but his bulge still clearly visible.

"Sorry, forgot my cigarettes somewhere and I think, I need a shower." Only when he sits down next to you, you notice that he isn't talking to them, he's talking to you. Laying his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. He's lightening himself a cigarette. You just hide your face in his shirt, your own still on the floor. You feel safe, even when you still have the urge to scream at him.

"So, we have a few questions over here!?", Victoria speaks up.

He smokes half of his cigarette first, then kissing your hair, before he even looks at her: "Wouldn't you like to know, that's all I'm saying."

All three of them stare at him, he just sits there and isn't letting go off you. After he finished his cigarette, he stubs it out in a cup standing on the low table next to the couch. He kisses your temple, before giving you your shirt. "I'm going to shower", he whispers already getting up.

"So", now Victoria turns to you.

Thomas punches her shoulder while passing her. "Leave her the fuck alone!"

._____.

Way later, you're going to the hotel. After having food and Thomas and you both having had the bare minimum of alcohol. Thomas stopping you from getting so drunk so you would forget what happened and how much it turned you on. That was your plan, Thomas plan apparently was to slip you as many virgin cocktails as possible.

"We gonna talk about this later", he said. We are not going to talk about it apparently also died, you should have known better.

That was at least 2 hours ago, or 3, maybe even 4.

When you are going back to your hotel room, you would share with Vic, Thomas stays in front of the door.

"Vic told me to switch rooms with her because we're clearly doing it anyways." You didn't ask for an explanation.

You're just getting your keycard out of your bag, the bag you packed in a hurry in the morning. You didn't have time to go to the hotel before the show. When you're inside your room, you're just throwing the bag on the bed. He just stares at it, then at you, stuttering out something that sounds like Sorry. You look at him, then at the bed. It's a double bed, one bed, because of fucking course it is only one bed. What did you even expect. "Great Thomas, good job!", you're done with the day and you couldn't even get drunk or off in peace. You have no fucking clue, how you're supposed to make it through the night with him next to you, "I'm going to shower."

Under the shower you finally calm down a little bit. But you also still think about his fingers in your mouth, his bulge pressing against you. You moan. This is probably the only way and the only place to get some kind of relieve yourself. Your fingers wander over your nipples, down your stomach, you gently slide one of them into you. Just when the bathroom door opens, no knocking, no anything.

"Thomas, what the fuck?"

"Sorry", he says, "I ... I just want to go to bed but I also really have to brush my teeth. Just shower, I'm not gonna look."

You're clenching around your finger. Not good, Thomas' calm voice not helping you one bit. I'm just trying to masturbate in here, you think. Biting your lip, so you don't make too much noise, you pull your finger out again. What a fucking day. You're just getting out of the shower, taking your towel and leave. At least he lets you getting dressed in peace.

You lay down in bed, taking as much space as possible - laying down diagonally, on your belly. You're petty, but you don't care. Thomas comes out of the bathroom only in his briefs, you turn your head. First you don't catch it but there's a slight bulge again. With a groan, you bury your face into the pillow. You want to beg, you want him to gently put you in your place, you want his fingers back, wherever. Whatever actually, as long as he's doing something.

Just when you're thinking that you could maybe just go into the bathroom again, to get yourself off, he walks over to the bed. And the next moment, he's straddling your hips.

"That's not really nice of you, trying to keep me out of bed like that?" It's more a question than it is a statement. You just press your face into the pillow harder. "Hey, you have to tell me if you want this?"

"Yes", you murmur against the fabric, "yes, I want this."

He presses his groin against your butt, stroking your waist over the fabric of your shirt up to your ribcage with his slender fingers. "Good, just tell me if you don't like or want something."

For a while he's just rubbing himself against you. Fabric against fabric. He's kissing your neck, kissing up to your ear: "That what you want?"

"No, Thomas please!"

"You can show me", he says while sneaking his hand into your pjyama trousers. Your panties are soaked and there's no way around that he feels it, "Or you can tell me what got you so wet."

God, he can't be for real.

"Thomas, please do something", you whine.

"If you are good for me, I'm going to help you out", it's just a whisper against your ear, his nose brushing your cheek, "you just have to tell me or show me. I'm going to make it good for you, I promise."

When you move under him, he pulls his hand out of your trousers. You pull them down, including your underwear, he's helping you without saying anything - just calmly stroking your back. He helps you to push them off, pushing them off your feet with his own. You press your face into the pillow again. You do the exact same thing, you did in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. He speaks up again, when you have one finger inside of you: "So that's what I interrupted in the bathrooom, hmm?"

You let another finger slide into you and not at his question. He's kissing your neck again, leaving a hickey where your neck meets your shoulder.

"Can you take another one?"

You're so wet, you're sure you can. It takes you by surprise when he slips one of his fingers into your pussy, pushing it against your own. It's so much, you almost cum from that alone. Your thighs are trembling but Thomas is pressing his thumb down on your clit. It doesn't hurt, it's careful, it just takes you by surprise so much that you don't cum. "Not yet, honey. After this your fingers you can come as often as you want to, I promised to make it good. Can you take this one as well for me?", he's nudging his nose against your ear.

"Yeah", you breath out.

He's sliding a second finger of his own into you and then you're both moving your fingers inside of you. Sometimes he's pressing his palm against your clit the tiniest bit. And you don't know up from down anymore, you are so close.

"I." He breaths against your ear. There's one light slap with his other hand against your butt, it doesn't hurt, it just tingles a little bit.

"Said." Another one.

"Don't." A slap against your right tigh.

"Cum." Another, slightly harsher, slap against your other thigh. It makes you wonder, how red he would get your skin if he would really try.

"That didn't hurt, did it?" You shake your head, it didn't, it only made you even more aware that he's there, that he's going to take care of you. "Good, you're such a good girl for me. I don't want to hurt you."

He pulls at your wrist and you let your fingers slip out, it has you sobbing into the pillow. Not for long as he takes two of his own narrow fingers to let them slide into you.

"How does that feel, tenerezza?" He bucks his hips against your thigh when you don't answer. "Can you tell me?"

"Good", you clutch your hands into the sheets, "god. It feels good. Warm ... and full. God, I feel so warm."

"That's it", he kisses your temple, moans, still pushing and pulling his fingers out, slightly scissoring two of them in you, as he did the last few minutes, "so good for me, telling me how good I make you feel."

You whimper when he carefully pulls his fingers out.

"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." You can make out, how he's getting out of his briefs behind you. You can feel him skin to skin, his pubic hair scratching against your skin. He probably hasn't shaved in a while, you don't mind it one bit - actually you like it. "Do I need a condom?"

"No", that's what you tell him, "just. Thom, please."

He gently and slowly pushes in, gives you time to breath in before fucking you with slow pointed thrusts. You can feel him stretch you out a little bit more than his fingers did, you feel blissed out, his arms are around you and you're feeling so small in his embrace but so safe. It does feel a little bit like coming home after a stressful day. Without a warning he pulls out slightly and pushes in faster, repeating the motion, until he pulls his dick out completely, pushing only the tip in again, fucking you like this. Your moans are loud and you know that these small little whimpers are coming from you. He's kissing your shoulders, moving his nose just against your neckline: "Take that off for me!"

In this moment, there's no way, you would say no to him. Once again. Just when your shirt hits the floor, he's on you again, pressing his nose between your shoulder blades. It's so sensual, it makes your body tingle more. With your movements, he slipped out of you completely. That's when you try to turn around. "What are you doing?", he asks.

"I want to see what you're doing, please, I want to see you."

"Turn over then." He kisses your shoulder blades a last time. You turn around and just when you hit the pillow again, he's going down on you. Licking the sweat from your stomach, sliding his tongue into your navel, then going further down. You're so on edge, you know it's not going to take you long and you are right. He only has to slip his tongue into you, putting pressure onto your clit with his nose. Bumping into it, nuzzling there slightly. It's all it takes.

"God, fuck." You tangle your hands into his hair, when you cum on his face.

He's kissing his way up again. Kissing your cheek, so sweetly - in contrast to the way he pushes into you again, a bit harder than before. And deeper, so much deeper, it makes you shiver. He grabs your chin. ""You wanted to watch, then watch, cara." The only thing you can do is mewl. "Is that still feeling good? You still feeling hot all over?"

"Yes. So deep." Thomas pulls out a little bit at that but you wrap your legs around his hips. "No, please. That was good."

When he pushes in again, you sob, he's raising an eyebrow.

"I can't remember when I had someone this deep in me, god." Or ever. You nestle your face under his armpit, slowly licking his body hair there, tasting the sweat on your tongue. He groans.

"But you're taking it so well for me. Such a good girl and you're making me feel so good too."

"God", you moan. You tangle your fingers into his hair again, his rhythm getting faster, meeting your hips. You kiss up his shoulder and his face is so close to you, you could count all his freckles, if you wanted to.

"If you say god one more time, I might have to get my ego checked after this."

You clench tightly around him, when you cum a second time. Sparks going through your body, he lets you ride it out, use him as you want to. He's panting, and you know that he's close as well when you're just coming down from your high. But instead of going slower as you expect him to, he picks up pace and is having you mewl in pleasure again.

"Feels good ...", he moans, "... when I fuck you like this?"

You nod, nestling your head under his arm again. It hits you, before you even see it coming and you cum another time and slightly bite into his skin. He cums as well, shivering, thrusting into you a few more times and after a few deep breaths, he's pulling out.

"You were so good for me, cara." He kisses the tip of your nose and you smile at him. His hands are everywhere, calming you down. Embracing you in a hug, kissing your face all over, telling you how good and beautiful and wonderful you were for him.

"Is this where you wanted it to go when you asked me to fake make out with you earlier?", your curiousity takes over.

"Wanting? Yeah. That's why I didn't hook up with anyone, I tried to seduce you, but it didn't work."

You laugh and he's rolling you both around, stroking your back, looking up at you. So gentle and soft.

Cute, sweet, beautiful Thomas. Who probably just fucked you into next week.

._____.

"Cazzo, mi fai venire così duro." - "Fuck, you make me so goddamn hard."

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[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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[butwhyduh]

Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x reader

Beginning Tim Dick Bruce

Summary: all of the batboys are dusted with Poison Ivy’s sex toxin and think they’ve taken an antidote. It didn’t quite work. This is the story about what happens to Jason.

Warning: smut. It’s on sex pollen so there is a dub con warning despite the fact that they are willing participants.

He swung on his grappling hook over to his bike. Jason quickly swallowed the pill before leaving. He wanted to go back to your place to have sex with you but not on crazy super viagra.

It took him no time at all zipping through the side streets and alleyways before getting back to your place. He took one last look that probably got him in trouble before coming up. It was a picture of your smiling face. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth and held your shirt up in such an angle that he got a perfect view of the bottom of half of your bare breasts. You had written the message ‘waiting for you Todd.’

“Baby,” he called out walking in the apartment. You were laying on the bed on your stomach. A college textbook and notebook lay on the bed in front of you and you chewed on the end of your pen as your feet kicked behind you. Jason thought you looked adorable.

“Hey Jay. You’re home early. Everything good,” you asked.

“Yeah perfect. I just need a shower,” he said with a smile. You nodded and went back to work.

It was in the shower that Jason noticed something was off. The water felt so hot and his body was so flush. His mind couldn’t help but think of you. Mainly in the most sexual ways he could imagine. On your knees as he hit it from behind. On your knees taking his cock. On you back on the bed grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. Jason shook his head as he realized he had a full in boner in the shower. Was he 15? You were right on his bed. He didn’t need to fantasize. But he wanted that gone because it’s a little embarrassing to go full mast when you were just studying. He dried off and successfully settled down before coming out to see you still studying.

“Get my message,” you said with a lopsided grin and he felt a tingle shoot directly to his dick. What the fuck? Calm down.

“Yeah, you look good. You look so good,” he said pulling you off the bed. You gasped as your notebook fell to the floor and you were pulled to the tall man’s chest.

“Jason! What has gotten into you,” you asked as he rubbed again you. Jason kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue in your mouth before pulling back.

“I’m hoping to get into you, Princess,” he purred.

“Wow. What happened on patrol to get you like this?” You asked slipping out of his arms with a smile. You straightened your ponytail. He suddenly stopped.

“Sex pollen,” he suddenly said. “Fuck.”

You looked at him confused and his eyes widened. He was on sex pollen and had spread it to you. You touched your lips with your fingers and he couldn’t look away. The first tingle of the pollen.

You turned and looked at him like you wanted to eat him. “Jason,” you breathed. You grabbed him and pulled him close.

“Fuck,” he said looking at you. You’d never looked him like that before. “Sex pollen,” he started before you pulled him down to kiss you. Jason let you slid your tongue in his mouth while gripped his hair. You pulled back for a breath and he tried again. “We’re on sex pollen.”

“Yeah? Fuck me,” you said pulling his towel off. Jason felt his grip on reality slip as you pulled off your clothing. “I need you,” you panted and he whined.

“I’ll give you anything you need. Anything,” he said and you felt a pulse in your pussy. You felt like you were dying for him. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you. His lips nipped at your throat and you moaned as he left hickeys along your pulse points. He rubbed his dick against you as he kissed you.

But it wasn’t enough. “I need you,” you said and he agreed. “It hurts. I need you in me,” you whimpered.

He slid in one movement. You gripped his arms so fucking tight. Jason liked to go slow and build up pleasure but right now the only thing he could think about was fucking you. Your hips jumped to meet his and you both moved furiously towards your orgasm. After just a few minutes you both came. Jason pulled out and you whined.

“No. I need more,” you gasped and pulled him back towards you.

“Woah, give me a breath, Actually, don’t,” he said looking down before smirking. Before Jason could move, you flipped on top of him. You sunk down on him quickly. He inhaled at the suddenness. You started bouncing at a fast pace. He palmed your breasts as they bounced too.

“Fuck you look good, Princess,” he growled. His hips snapped up to meet yours. You whined and threw your head back. You weren’t going to last long and neither was Jason.

Jason grasped the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss him again. His hand slid to the front of your neck and his thumb brushed against your throat. Not choking but just enough to remind you that he was there. You leaned into his touch.

You were so close but he pulled out and flipped you both over. You whined and pulled at his hips. Jason thrust back in.

He rubbed your clit quickly and you came with a loud moan. Jason grinned before going back to rubbing. You gasped at the over sensational.

“I don’t-“ you started incoherently.

“One more. Come on baby. Just one more. I know you like it the way you’re gripping me,” he growled in your ear and you gasped and whimpered your way to another orgasm. This time Jason joined you.

He pulled out only to kiss you deeply. His hands roamed your body and he groaned in your mouth. “Every sound you make sets me on fire,” Jason whispered as he kissed down your throat. “You smell delicious.” He rubbed against you and kissed your skin furiously.

“Delicious? What are you mmmn what are you doing?” You asked as he was slightly trembling.

“I don’t want to hurt you. It hurts to stop but I don’t want to hurt you with too much,” he said and your head spun.

“Lay back,” you said and he gave you a confused look but flipped. “I’m going to blow you.” And he fucking whined.

You climbed between his legs to grasp his cock that was painfully hard. You started stroking before putting your lips around the tip and licking. Jason grip the sheets like he was going to rip them. You moved along his length, taking him deeper and he started making little strangled moans. You took the part that wouldn’t fit in your mouth and stroked with one hand. His hips jumped a little.

“I’m close,” he warned as he always did. You took him deeper and he gasped. “You don’t have to- fuck Princess,” he cursed before cumming in your mouth.

As soon as you pulled away, there was a tap at the window that caused Jason to jump up. He moved over to open it once he noticed what it was. He took down a vial of grey liquid from the Wayne Enterprise drone and gave you one. He sat next to you kissing until the antidote kicked in after a few minutes.

“Let’s get washed up?” He asked and you both moved to the shower. You were exhausted. Jason looked at the little red marks he left on your neck and kissed them soothingly under the warm water. After drying off, he insisted on carrying you to bed where you both curled up naked.

“That was great but never again,” you said and he chuckled.

“Agreed. And don’t expect morning sex. That was enough for a while,” Jason said kissing your forehead.

“Yeah like a week,” you retorted.

“I don know about that long. We’ll see,” he said closing his eyes. Yours were pretty damn heavy too.

“I give you 2 days tops,” you said.

“You know me so well.”

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hellooooo<3 so, ive always loved the idea of Harry having an older protective sister(he really need one😭) could u pls do a headcanon of how she protects harry and their relationship? annnnddd how she also is dating Fred?? my heart needs it, pls and thank u❤️

i LOVE THIS 

(also i switch from third person pov to second person in the middle of this so im sorry :) but its fine ) 

ok 

i know a common headcanon/ fancanon for harry’s sister is that she looks like lily 

but hear me out 

Y/n Potter who looks exactly like James 

i mean to the T

and Lily would always make little teasing comments about how both her kids look like their dad and james is just :)

anyway

just picture it 

dark brown, wavy hair that was just tussled enough at all times

blue eyes

and the round rimmed glasses that James used to wear

stOP SHE WEARS HER DADS GLASSES BECAUSE WHEN SHE WAS LITTLE SHE’D PULL THEM OFF OF HIM AND AFTER HE DID SHE KEPT THEM AND WHEN SHE MISSES HIM SHE WEARS THEM AND THEY ARE SLIGHTLY TOO BIG AND SIT CROOKED ON HER FACE 

i made myself cry

anyway

lets talk protecting harry first then we will get into dating fred 

so she’s older meaning she’d be in Hogwarts for before him

let’s say she's two years older

George and Fred’s year

and she’d hear the whispers about her 

obviously

and i think she wouldn't tell harry

she would know the story of how their parents died and who harry was to the wizarding community but in an effort to protect Harry’s innocence and childhood for just a little while longer she wouldn’t tell him

at least not until he got to school then she’d be the one to tell him everything 

she is fiercely protective of Harry 

if someone so much as looked at him funny she was chewing their head off 

Harry might’ve been like James 

but Y/n Potter is James 

down to the way her eyes would narrow at someone in class when they made a rude comment 

or she’d try to charm her way out of trouble 

or charm Harry out of trouble

oH MY GOD SHE’D BE IN MCGONAGALL’S CLASS AND ONE OF HER FRIENDS WOULD SAY SOMETHING FUNNY AND SHE’D BE TRYING SO HARD TO HOLD IN HER LAUGH AND SHE’D MAKE THE SAME FACE JAMES WOULD MAKE WHEN TRYING NOT TO LAUGH

Mcgonagall almost cried 

she needed a moment 

ok Y/n would take the first week or so just to show Harry around Hogwarts 

she did not care if she was late

Harry was going to feel comfortable 

oH SHE NEARLY BEAT OLIVER WOOD WITH A BEATER’S BAT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT HE PUT HER TEENY LITTLE BROTHER ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM AS A SEEKER

she is also part of the team, a chaser

will get spend most of the first few games with Harry making sure he’s ok

yeah malfoy doesn’t stand a chance

never did

10/10 would use the cloak to prank him

all the time

nothing is out of limits 

especially after he’s been nasty to Harry and his friends

growing up harry gets all embarrassed when she protects him because hes 15!1!1! he can handle it 

she is kinda hurt 

very dramatic 

“mY WITTLE BROTHER DOESN’T NEED ME”

“y/n... please”

“nO ITS OK HARRY I GET IT, ILL GO”

“where are you going?”

“YOU DON’T NEED ME ANYMORE, I AM NO LONGER NEEDED HERE”

“you don't HAVE TO LEAVE, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS”

Ron was giggling on the couch in the common room he thought this whole scene was hilarious 

ron thinks she is so cool

ok i think she’d also have these little bits of lily that would shine through

unlike harry and james, who could just inhale near a book and get just above average grades

she took pride in studying and being able to sit down and absorb material 

Lily always passed with flying colors because she was a good student who wanted to prove herself 

it was the satisfaction of spending hours studying and being able to retain the information and apply it to earn an amazing grade that she loved

she passed this on to you

as well as her kindness to people who she believed deserved it

and quick wit

you two also had the same hands 

you had everything else from James but your hands looked like your mothers

down to the way your nails grew and fingers held a quill

snape hated it

because he really couldn’t hate you

he was weird around you though

hes just weird

where he'd bully and embarrass Harry 

he couldn’t do that to you because you wouldn’t give him the chance to

you knew the material

you knew the answer 

and he hated how when your hand shot up it looked just like Lily’s 

but you were making the stupid face James would when he’d concentrate 

you did not like snape

at first you were impartial 

then when you heard how rude he was to Harry...

it was also over for him

he didn’t stand a chance 

you had an affinity for pranks, fiercely protective, and you had gall 

your hand writing also looked like Lilys and snape had a rough time grading your essays

tough for him 

:)

also if any rumors went around about harry you were quick to make them actually about you

harry is the heir of slytherin?

actually no Y/n Potter is, there is no evidence but we just heard that it was her somewhere 

you didn’t care as long as no one was being rude to Harry

leTS TALK DEATHLY HALLOWS

so you don’t go with them on the hunt for Horcrux 

and you’d be going insane not knowing how they were or if they were ok

because all your life you had been able to protect to some extent 

but you were completely helpless now

you could do nothing

and then at the battle of hogwarts 

pLEASE

no one stood a chance

the feeling of seeing harry again

beaten, bruised, but still alive 

it was overwhelming

then seeing Hagrid crying in his seemingly dead body

also overwhelming

because you had failed 

you couldn't protect him 

and he heard you scream first 

it was loud and strangled and Harry felt so bad but he knew he had to do this 

I like to think Y/n Potter is the one who killed Voldemort in the end 

you cant argue with me on this sorry

ok

now

lets talk

dating freddie

so he’d probably notice you here and there starting in first year

but he was an eleven year old boy and girls were not on his radar right now

but he thought you were funny and pretty cool 

and your round glasses that were just a little too big for your adolescent face made you look cute 

then you tried out for the quidditch team with him and George 

you were amazing 

not only did you have James natural talent for the sport but that paired with Lily’s tactical thinking and quick mind

you were unstoppable 

you were brought on the team as a seeker 

and you were good at it too, but it wasn’t you’re favorite position

it entailed a lot of waiting and not really moving until you caught sight of the snitch

it was your excellent flying mixed with the fact that you literally had no sense of self preservation that made you a really good seeker

you'd just

nose dive 

if you hit the bottom you hit the bottom oh well 

but when Harry showed up you were happy to give him your position as seeker and take on the more exciting (at least to you) job of chaser

it was your quidditch playing that really got fred’s attention

because you were good 

and during team lunches or team hang outs you were always the life of the party

not because you were avidly trying to be 

but like james, people jus gravitated to your goofiness and happiness 

it was about the middle of fifth year fred realized he had a crush on you

and little man was panicked 

you had noticed fred before that

obviously 

but he was always just the funny guy on the team 

but as everyone knows the potter’s have a thing for gingers 

and it was when they came to pick you and Harry up from the Dursley's just before the quidditch world cup that you saw how attractive he really was 

please its james and lily all over again

kinda 

you become the funniest person in the room when he’s around

always smiley

lilypad?

no.

freddie bug

aH STOP PLEASE THAT’S SO CUTE

YOU’D JUST STARE AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE 

it would get to the point you'd be just blatantly flirting 

and fred bluSHES

BECAUSE HE ISN’T USED TO BEING THE ONE ON THE RECEIVING END OF SUCH CLEAR FLIRTING

usually he is the one to pick up girls

he has the charm

likes to make them blush

but yOU CAN JUST LOOK AT HIM WITH A STUPID SMILE AND HES BE ALL GIDDY 

he could barely get a compliment in between your flirting

“Morning Freddie bug, looking cute as always.”

George thinks it both hilarious and disgusting

ron just thinks its disgusting 

but fred is ultimately the one to make the first move to be more than just friends who flirt when the yule ball comes around

he asks you

“Potter! Potter!”

“yes?”

“You, me, Yule ball....”

and as he’s pantomiming it (ya know like in the movie) he also pantomimes a very heavy make out session then what you could assume would be kisses all over your face

it was now your turn to blush as you agreed to go with him

you guys started dating after that :)

pLEASE ONCE HARRY GOT WITH GINNY AND HE SAW A PICTURE OF YOUR PARENTS 

YOUR MOM BEING A RED HEAD AND YOU AND HARRY LOOKING JUST LIKE YOUR DAD

HE WOULD NOT STOP THE JOKES

“i see why you’re with me. it’s my hair isnt it?”

“what? no its no-”

“you probably wouldn’t even look my way if i didn’t have red hair. you potters are unbelievable.”

“you are such a dummy”

“oH AM I? BUT YOU KEEP ME AROUND BECAUSE OF THE HAIR. I SHOULD’VE KNOWN IT WASN’T MY SPARKLING PERSONALITY THAT YOU LOVE.”

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Here Comes the Sun: Dumplings

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: mentions of food, some curse words, domestic bliss, Spencer being a little anxious

Series Summary: a journey of going through parenthood with Spencer Reid

Chapter Summary: When Spencer woke up to you making dumplings in the dining table, he knew he was in trouble.

Note: welcome to the first chapter of dad!Spencer series! For those who have faint heart, fear not, because I am not mean and I write this so we can all have serotonin boost together. Enjoy!

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Nobody in their right mind would ever call Spencer Reid a fool. He might have encountered people that underestimate him or didn’t think he was as smart, yes, but no one would ever call him a fool. Not even when Emily joked about his IQ getting slashed into 60 in the presence of a beautiful woman. He had to silently agree with that statement. How could he not? In front of him was a very beautiful woman that he had the luxury to call her his wife. His beautiful, gorgeous, very understanding, intelligent wife.

But right now he definitely felt like a goddamn fool.

When Spencer woke up to an empty bed and the apartment smelled distinctively sweet like the bakery, he thought he was waking up on a really good day. But when he walked out the bedroom and spotted you sitting at the dining table calmly, a hum of songs from the speaker played in the background, and a stack of dumpling skin placed on the table, he knew he was in the doghouse.

It was common knowledge that whenever you’re stressed or upset upon something or someone, when life seemingly wants to fucks you over and over, you’d channel it through baked sweets or as strange as it sounds, dumplings. He never knew witnessing you silently make dumplings on the dining table with freshly baked cookies on the counter would be such a terrifying and worrisome sight to see.

Spencer stood silently in the doorway, rocking on his heels forward and backwards. He was quiet and careful not to burst the bubble of your own world. His mind started to run a few scenarios inside his head over and over, trying to walk through every minute by minute of every event in his life that had led him into today.

“Hey,” he greeted you after two solid minutes of thinking and couldn’t come up with any answer. His voice was gentle to not startle you as he pulled a chair across yours.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased. It was 11:15 AM, you were most definitely saying that just to tease him.

Spencer rolled his eyes at your jab, silently reached for the dumpling skin in front of him and started to fill it with the filling. He had done this thousands of times over to know the right way to make dumplings. Your first few dates with him consisted of homemade dumplings and sipping wine. He was honored when you showed him how to make dumplings the way your grandmother did it, grinning as you said it’s a family secret and he promised to keep it as one.

“Are we having a guest?” Spencer asked as he put his own dumpling carefully into the designated plate. His dumpling would never be as good as yours no matter how much he tried, but he was proud that it was passable enough to your standard.

“No?” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up from your own dumpling. “Why?”

“You make more dumplings than usual,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” your voice was soft, barely audible, and he nearly missed it. “Didn’t realize that.”

Spencer nodded, reaching for another dumpling skin to soothe his worry away. Study has shown that repetitive action proven to soothe anxiety and increase focus. He could recite the study in his sleep, forward and backwards without stuttering. But the damned repetitive action of making dumplings didn’t work for him right now.

He cleared his throat. It is now and never. He would have to kiss his husband of the year trophy goodbye if he couldn’t figure out for his life what makes his wife this upset. “Hon?” he called for your attention.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, eyes didn’t leave your dumpling for a second. It made the corner of his lips twisted downwards.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked gently, mindful not pressing you into telling him things. He knew you would never keep things away from him. You would tell him eventually, but he needed to hear it.

You, however, just scrunched your nose adorably in confusion. “Talk about what?”

“You bake cookies and make dumplings, and it’s just…” he craned his neck to take a glance towards the hanging clock above the cabinet. “It’s not even twelve yet.”

You blinked at his statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You do stress bake,” he patiently pointed out. Placing his yet another passable looking dumpling into the designated plate, he let out a sigh. “You also make dumplings when you’re stressed or upset. And now you do both first thing in the morning.”

“You know me so well, huh? You should marry me if you know me so well.”

“Already did, nine months ago,” Spencer rolled his eyes at your humor, but a smile graced his lips. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked at him again, nose scrunched up in confusion at his question. Spencer could feel silence slowly settling in, filling the gaps between you and him. His mind started to make a list of things that you like, making mental notes to make a short trip to a grocery store to pick up your favorite ice cream and take a reroute towards the flower shop he saw a week ago and picked up a bouquet of roses.

He was in the middle of mentally reciting his apology for fucking up when he heard you burst into a laughter. It took him a moment to register that the sound of you cackling so hard was not a mere figment of his imagination. He saw you laughing so hard, head thrown backwards overwhelming the small dining room.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, wiping away tears from your eyes with your sleeve. Spencer would’ve smiled at the sight if he weren’t so puzzled. “Babe, are you really thinking I’m mad at you because I bake cookies and make dumplings?”

Spencer sputtered, “How could I not!” he huffed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically as you laugh upon his misery. “I was so worried! You always either bake or make dumplings when you’re upset, but never both! And now you do both and you keep dodging my question.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you said defensively between your laughter. You cleared your throat, not wanting to make the pout on Spencer’s lips even more prominent. “I guess my brain really associated cookies and dumplings as something comforting. I crave for some comfort food, and my brain just screams, ‘cookies and dumplings!’ I didn’t mean to make you worried, I’m sorry.”

“This much? You’re really hungry, huh?”

“Pretty hungry since I’m eating for two now.”

Spencer froze on his spot, his hand stopped midair before he was able to reach for another dumpling skin. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”

You just smiled cheekily at him. You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen, leaving him alone flabbergasted at your statement. You came back a minute later, a wide smile at your face and your hand tucked behind your back.

“Ta-da!” you cheerfully said, placing baby shoes on the table in front of him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, cooed at the sight of how tiny the shoes are.

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“Pregnant,” you finished his sentence for him with a wide grin. “I found out during our case in LA and I was meaning to tell you earlier, I swear! But the case got a little crazy and we’re whisked away into doing a lot of things at once.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, staring into the baby shoes with eyes full of awe. The news still felt unreal for him, artificial, but the warmth blooming on his chest that slowly spreading through his system left him fuzzy. A small reminder that it was as real as he wanted to be.

You probably have mistaken his silence for something else as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt, eyes not meeting his. “I know we agree to wait for a year, but–”

Spencer practically leaped from his seat and scooped you into his arms. His smile was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. You let out a small yelp as he spun you around before he placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said between your kisses, grinning as he stole a few more small kisses.

You giggled between his kisses, your hand flew into his face and patted his cheeks as he assaulted your face with his lips. “I love you too, you big goof.”

“A baby, huh?” Spencer let out a happy sigh after he spared your life from his kisses. His hand nestled on your waist, gently swaying you in his arms. “We’ve got to start baby proofing the whole place, make sure there are no sharp edges,” he rambled.

“Spencer–”

“I’ll go to the bookstore and pick up some book about baby names! Do you think Jason is a good name?”

“I think–”

“Oh, we should start shopping for some clothes and socks too. Make sure they’re warm–”

“Spencer!” you interrupted his rambling with your hands squishing his face. You smiled at him as he blinked his eyes towards you slowly, a little fazed that you broke his train of thought. “I love all the planning ideas, but right now let’s just focus on making dumplings and feed three of us, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed out, slowly collapsing into his seat again. “Okay. Dumplings…” he muttered to himself, grabbing the dumpling skin in front of him. “But seriously, what do you think about the name Jason?”

“It’s a lovely name.”

“Oh, common ground. I like that.”

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fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s 

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam. 

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a 

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart. 

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a 

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts. 

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex. 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s 

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss. 

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung 

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please. 

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other? 

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years. 

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a 

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you... 

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

5. crush by @jungxk | f s 

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife. 

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer. 

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order. 

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a 

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s 

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”. 

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s 

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades. 

33. no title by @noteguk | s

-��bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise. 

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s 

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by  @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?  

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

-  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment. 

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s 

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. 

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s 

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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Rules of Babysitting

Rowaelin Month Prompt: Single Parents

Rule #1: Know exactly who you're babysitting for…and why.

Warnings: None | Word Count: 1,575 | Read on AO3

"So, you have my number and my cousin's should something go wrong, and all the emergency numbers." Aelin prattled off the repeated information as she slid her shoes on as quickly as she could. She was running so late. "Isabelle's already eaten and is ready for bed, but she doesn't go to bed until-"

"Eight-thirty, I remember," Olivia sighed with an amused smile. "Ms. Galathynius, we're good here, I promise."

"No, we're not. Not until you call me Aelin," she replied with a grin, making the sixteen-year-old girl laugh.

"Aelin. Now, please, go. Didn't you say you were supposed to meet your date at seven?" She pointed up at the clock, which now read 7:15.

"Dammit, yes! Okay, have fun. She likes to color and play make believe. Please don't turn the TV on until she's in bed, she's watched enough today." Aelin was now walking toward the door, making sure she had her keys, wallet, and cell phone. "There are also a ton of books you can read her, and some of the easier ones she can read herself."

Aelin paused and then rushed back, finding her daughter currently working on a coloring page of a princess riding a stag and kissed her softly on her brunette head.

"Be good for Olivia, Iz."

"I will, mommy," the six year old sighed.

"Good girl." Aelin straightened up and smiled at her babysitter, meeting green eyes quickly before she was practically running out the door and to her car.

"I am so sorry!" a woman's voice exclaimed, cutting through the din of the restaurant as gold flashed before Rowan as the seat across from him was suddenly filled. "I have the hardest time getting my daughter ready for bed early and she was still in the bath when my babysitter got there."

Rowan chuckled at the excuse, knowing all too well the perils of being a parent trying to go out for the night.

"Don't worry about it," he offered, admiring his date. She was in a tight, just-modest-enough gold dress that made her look like a living flame, and Rowan hoped he might get burned. "I'm just glad we're able to do this."

Aelin's panting lightened and her face softened into a smile as she met his eyes, striking him once again with those golden-rimmed turquoise irises. "Me too," she agreed. "I'm sorry it took so long."

Rowan just shook his head. "I'm just as guilty. More so, really, considering how busy a schedule I have."

"You've got an athlete-scholar daughter," Aelin argued. "That takes a lot of time in a parent's life."

"A shocking amount, really," he sighed, he and Aelin laughing in harmony. "You'd think such an overachiever would be a bit more independent, but she always needs - or needed, now - to be driven to some engagement that will pad her college application. The things she has to do…when I was sixteen, playing a sport and getting decent grades was enough."

"Yes, but you're ancient," Aelin teased, her breath hitching slightly at the light she found in Rowan's pine eyes. "You also look like someone who was probably so ridiculously talented in whatever sport you played you didn't need a backup plan."

"Thirty-six isn't ancient. You're just blinded by still being in your twenties," he shot back.

"Well, I guess I'll see the light in two more years."

She beamed at him and Rowan met her gaze, smiling in amusement as the waiter came to ask what they'd like to drink.

A bottle of wine for the table and entrees ordered, Rowan finally felt like he could relax and enjoy a date with Aelin.

The two had met at the annual town-wide PTA meeting about six months before. With Aelin's daughter still being in elementary school, they never would have crossed paths if their town didn't do this one meeting a year, bringing together the PTAs of the Orynth elementary, middle, and high schools.

Rowan had been immediately drawn to the flurry of golden blonde hair that had rushed in less than a minute before the meeting started. As soon as it ended, he rushed to where she'd been sitting and managed to push his way into an opportunity to meet her, unable to stop himself.

He wasn't typically so forward, but he could feel it, in his gut, that she was special.

Of course, this was Aelin. She used it to her advantage, roping him in to helping out with an early-morning food bank she ran in the center of the city. Every two weeks he was up at the ass crack of dawn, helping to hand out food to those in need, Aelin by his side.

It started out as a tentative friendship, but soon enough dissolved into a flirtation that made Rowan feel like he was sixteen again. He eventually asked her to have dinner with him, and after three months of struggling to find a night that worked for both of them - and then one of them cancelling due to unforeseen circumstances, often having to do with one of their daughters - they were finally on their date. Likely aided on by the fact that his daughter just got her driver's license.

It was perfect.

The conversation just flowed, the two sharing stories from their lives, discussing books they'd recently read, new movies, and more. It was so easy, and Rowan found himself already wanting to find a way to merge their lives, wondering if Ollie would like Aelin, and if her daughter would like him.

After dinner, and a shared dessert that Rowan got all of one bite of, he found himself walking Aelin to her car, the two pausing once she'd reached the door to the driver's seat.

"I had a really great time." Aelin leaned against the metal body, her eyes wide, sparkling in the moonlight as she looked up at him.

Taking a step closer, Rowan tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear as he smiled and breathed, "So did I."

He saw Aelin's lips curve upward and she leaned in slightly. Noticing that, Rowan moved quickly, closing the gap and brushing his lips to hers.

Aelin's hands quickly came up to the nape of his neck, holding him close as she deepened the kiss - something Rowan was all too happy to reciprocate. He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she opened for him.

The kiss was like the missing piece to a puzzle, hidden and difficult to find, but when finally discovered, everything seemed to make sense.

After a moment he broke away, his breathing heavy. "Do you have to go home right away?" he asked on to her lips.

Aelin groaned, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. "I do. I told my sitter I'd be home by ten. Do you?" She looked up at him with that question. "Izzy should be asleep, and the stairs are right by the door. You could probably slip upstairs before my sitter notices you, and she drove herself to my house, so I don't have to take her home."

Rowan smiled, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss. "I can stay out. I have a later curfew," he chuckled.

Aelin laughed loudly - the sound melodic and enchanting - and then lifted herself up onto her toes, pressing her lips to his again quickly. "I'll text you the address."

He kissed her one last time, a stupid grin on his face as he did, and then untangled himself from her, walking toward his car and pulling up the GPS on his carplay once he had the address.

Olivia sighed, closing the book as she finished the chapter she was meant to read for Monday. She typically loved her English classes, but some of the books for this semester were difficult to get through.

She checked her watch. 10:03. Aelin had said she'd be back by ten. Admittedly, based on earlier, she wasn't surprised Aelin was running late. Hopefully it would mean a larger tip.

Olivia had been referred to Aelin by the woman's typical babysitter - her friend Dahlia - who had another babysitting job lined up for the night when Aelin called. Dahlia had sworn through the roof that Aelin was super easy to babysit for - she was nice, friendly, and paid really well for such an easy daughter to watch. And Olivia could already attest to that last part - Dahlia hadn't been lying. Izzy was a breeze.

Sliding her book back into her backpack, Olivia was about to pull out her history book when she heard the slam of car doors.

Quickly, Olivia started packing up her bag and pulling on her shoes. She heard the click of the lock and swung her backpack over her shoulders, starting toward the foyer as the door opened.

She caught sight of Aelin kissing a tall man with silver hair who stood at the bottom of the stairs, the two laughing as Aelin lightly pushed him back onto the first step.

Olivia froze, scarred for life as she watched the man stumble onto the stair, kissing Aelin with a ridiculous grin she'd never seen him wear before.

His eyes caught hers, widening as they met their mirror, and he stiffened, pulling away from Aelin quickly. His body straightened to his full height and Olivia could have sworn he looked afraid as she shrieked.

"Dad?!"

a/n: I had so much fun with that ending. 😈