#ramblings of someone that spent way too long sitting on the couch looking at the tv. subject to change etc etc

[mistiell]

Let me Wrap my Teeth Around the World

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: Saturday finally rolls around and Spencer takes you out to dinner. When he drops your off at your apartment, you ask him to stay

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Fluff, spencer being love drunk and adorable af, protected piv (18+)

A/N: PART 3!!! This is the last part for this mini series. Fair warning, this has not been proofread so I’ll probably come back to correct some things. Hope you guys like it!

Part 2

After four whole days, Saturday finally rolls around, and to say Spencer is nervous would be an understatement. He spent approximately sixty-seven hours, forty-two minutes, and twenty seconds attempting to come up with somewhere to take you, and he thinks he finally has a rather sound proof plan.

As he stands outside of your apartment, he goes over his plan once more in his head just as you open the door.

“Spence! Hey!” You greet him with a contagious smile before taking his hand to lead him inside. You look him up and down once before grinning puckishly at him, “Someone looks handsome.”

His face flushes red as he stutters out, “Th-Thanks.”

“I just have to grab my purse.” You smile kindly before skipping off towards your bedroom.

“Okay.” He nods, taking a moment to admire your decor. The first thing he notices is the scent of pumpkin spice hanging in the air, presumably from the recently extinguished candle sitting on your coffee table. The space is cluttered in a cosy, lived-in sort of way, with a fair amount of pillows settled on the couch and at least three different throw blankets stacked hanging over the back of an armchair. It’s very you, he thinks.

“Sorry for taking so long. Took me a second to find it.” You titter, and it’s now that he notices your outfit. You’re wearing a little black dress – something between formal and casual – that hugs your waist before tapering out at your hips to flow and fall to mid thigh. The sleeves are long and flowy, and the neckline shows off a fair bit of your chest — a detail he lingers on a little too long before hastily forcing his attention elsewhere.

When you look down at the ground and start fidgeting, he realises he hasn’t said anything, “You– you look gorgeous.” 

“Thank you.” You smile shyly before taking his hand and tugging him out the door, “Now, c’mon! I want to know what you’ve got planned for us this evening.”

He follows you into the elevator down to the underground before taking the lead, opening the passenger side door to his car for you before climbing in on the other side.

“So,” You start as he shifts the car into gear and pulls out of his parking spot, “Where are we headed?”

“I thought we could go to that Italian place you liked the last time we went out with the team?” He suggests as he pulls out onto the street. 

“Sounds good to me.” You reply, pulling at your dress as it rides up a little too high for your liking.

Spencer certainly isn’t complaining though. He’s got a great view of your thighs from here. When he dares to take his eyes off the road to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, of course.

The drive to the restaurant isn’t a long one and there’s an easy flow of idle chatter as he finds a parking spot before leading you inside.

The place is on the smaller side, a family owned business that’s been there since before either of you were born. The owner recognizes the two of you and smiles kindly as she shows you to a table.

As you skim the menu, you’re rambling about a TV show you’re currently obsessing over but, as hard as he tries, only half of him is listening. The other half is fantasising about ripping that dress off your body and ravishing you the way you deserve. 

He shakes his head. Jesus, where’d that come from? He’s got to get a hold of himself.

“I don’t know if you’d really be interested in it, but maybe—,” You stop talking and when he realises he’s been staring at your chest, he knows he’s been caught. He goes bright red when you smirk, “See something you like, pretty boy?”

Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him. He swallows hard and smiles nervously, “Yeah, I do.”

Your gaze slides down his neck and seems to land on the sliver of his collar bone that’s visible beneath the sweater vest he’s wearing, and you look like you’re just about ready to pounce on him. Under the table, you use your foot to nudge at his ankle before reaching for his hand and raising it to kiss his knuckles, maintaining eye contact as you do. For such a sweet gesture, it feels intimate with the way you’re gazing at him through your lashes, your lips warm against his skin in a way that makes him shift a little in his seat. When you pull away, you don’t let go of his hand, instead letting them settle between you as you scrunch your nose playfully and stage whisper, “Me too.”

He fucking giggles.

It’s that flustered, I-cannot-believe-this-person-thinks-I’m-attractive kind of giggle. When someone’s just hit on you and you just can’t help but laugh a little to calm your racing heart.

You grin at the sound and he clears his throat, cheeks a bright crimson, “Th–Thanks y– Thank you.”

He sighs with a simper, a little more than embarrassed as he hides his face in his free hand. You laugh and gently take his wrist to pull his hand away. When he dares to look back up at you, your eyes are filled with such fondness that it makes him want to scream.

“Don’t hide from me.” You coo, brushing your thumb over his wrist, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he thanks you again.

“‘Course.” You smile just as the waiter returns with your drinks.

You both order and chat while you wait. He starts rambling on about a classic film he went to see once, one that was in russian and was nearly four hours long. He gets halfway through explaining the plot when he realises this is usually where someone else would cut him off, so instead, he does it himself. You notice the abrupt silence and swallow a bite of your food before cocking your head to the side, “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, well,” No one’s ever asked him that before. They normally ask him to stop. Not why he stopped, “I didn’t want to bore you.”

“You weren’t. I enjoy listening to you.” You say casually, waiting for him to continue.

It takes him a moment to register that you’re being genuine, but once he does, he beams as he continues his explanation. You listen with rapt attention. You even ask him questions! He finds himself smiling so much his cheeks start to hurt.

When he’s finished, he asks you about the show you’d been talking about earlier and you grin, speaking excitedly and animatedly about the plot and characters. You’re careful not to spoil anything, just in case he decides to watch it — which he decided he would the moment he saw how you lit up when he mentioned it.

By the time the two of you are finished with dinner, the sun has set and the time is nearing seven thirty. Nearly an hour and a half has passed and he hadn’t even noticed. He’s quick to offer to pay the bill when it comes, which starts a very small back and forth between the two of you when you also insist on paying. Eventually, you compromise and decide to split it.

He opens the door for you before walking out behind you. The air has chilled, and when a breeze blows by, you shiver. 

He quickly shrugs off his coat and holds it out to you, “Here.��

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He shakes his head and smiles kindly at you.

“I want to.”

You smile back and utter a soft, “Thank you.

He holds it open and lets you slip your arms into it, watching the way you wrap it securely around yourself and practically burrow into it fondly. Before you start walking, he offers his arm to you, “Shall we?”

Giggling, you slip your arm through his, “We shall.”

You squeeze at his bicep affectionately as you walk and he places his free hand on the back of yours. 

When you get to his car, he opens the door for you again before climbing in himself. On the drive to your apartment, he can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye again. 

“Just can’t stop staring, huh?” You smirk and he immediately brings his eyes back to the road.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t.” Carefully, you take one of his hands off the wheel and hold it in your lap, playing with his fingers. He knows the distraction is dangerous, but he really doesn’t care at this point. You’ve got his hand in your lap, so close to your thighs that he can feel the heat radiating off of your skin, “I like when you stare, you know.” “Yeah?” Is all he can manage in response as you spread his fingers and place his open palm over your inner thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper, and when he glances at you again, you’ve got a hunger in your eyes that makes him let out a shaky breath. He takes a chance, sliding his hand up the bottom of your dress to squeeze at the soft flesh that resides further up your thigh. You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest as you idly drag your fingertips up and down the length of his forearm. He thinks he might pass out.

As he reaches your apartment building, he squeezes you before placing his hand back on the wheel to turn into the underground. He finds your visitor spot and parks the car, getting out to open the door for you. When you get to the elevator and finally reach the door to your apartment, you turn and tentatively take his hand.

“Would you, um,” You glance down at your shoes shyly, “Would you like to,” His heart races when you look up at him through your lashes, “come inside?”

His breath stutters in his chest and it takes him a moment to come back down to earth. Unfortunately, you take this as a rejection, pulling your hand away and smiling at him apologetically, “Sorry, you don’t have to, obviously. I just thought…Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I’ll–.”

He doesn’t let you go any further, stepping into your space and pressing his lips to yours. He’s not about to let another misunderstanding pull you away from him. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek and strokes a line with his thumb from the corner of your eye, to your temple, and back, “I’d love to.”

You smile, quickly opening the door to your apartment and pulling him through. Shrugging off his jacket, you hang it up on your coat rack as he slips off his shoes. You struggle to get your heels off, so he kneels to undo to clasp and slip them off for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You hum as he stands back up after placing your shoes under your coats, threading your fingers in the hairs closest to his ears. His hands gravitate to your waist as you press yourself against him, leaning up to peck his lips, his jaw, before opening your mouth to roll your tongue against the sensitive skin of his pulse point, drawing a deep, shuddering sigh from his lungs. Your teeth scrape against his jaw and he can hear your breath fanning hot against his neck. He swears under his breath and you chuckle, pulling away only to take his wrists and guide him down the hall towards your bedroom.

Before you have a chance to sit, he hooks his arm around you and pulls you back to him. He captures your lips again and slides his hand up your thighs and your dress to grasp at your waist, relishing in the way your skin feels under his hands. He only breaks the kiss to ask, “Can I take this off?”

“You can take off as much as you want, handsome.” You pant and he grins, slipping your dress off before taking a moment to unabashedly ogle you.

“You are…” There are so many things he could say. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. None of them would do you justice, “Wow.”

You giggle, and he finds himself mesmerised by the way your shoulders shake and your stomach contracts with the motion, “I’ve never known you as a man of few words, Doctor Reid.”

“I guess you just have that effect on me.” He smiles as you move to fiddle with his belt, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and letting him lean on you a little as he steps out of them. You make quick work of his sweater vest and button down after that, leaving him standing there in his boxers, nearly bare to you. He gets a little anxious when you don’t say anything at first, but when he takes the time to actually look at the way you’re staring at him, he realises you’re just as in awe of him as he is of you.

Taking you in his arms again, he walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, letting you shimmy up the mattress until your head rests comfortably on your pillows. You open your arms to him, parting your thighs to let him slot himself snuggly in between. Gripping your hips, he spreads his knees and — with a strength that surprises both of you — tugs you towards him so that your heat is flush with his bulge. You gasp at the sudden manhandling, but don’t seem upset. In fact, if he had to describe it, you look like you want to eat him.

He bends at the waist, sliding his hands down the backs of your thighs and holding them against his sides as he leans down to kiss you again. One hand finds his back while the other finds his hair, tugging and earning a groan in response. He’d be content to sit there and kiss you for hours, but as you grind against him, sighing into his mouth, it’s clear you’re eager to have more of him.

Letting go of your thighs, he carefully wedges his fingers between you and the mattress to guide your back into a high enough arch that he can unclasp your bra. It takes him a couple tries, throughout which you kiss at his jaw in a lovely — but also rather unhelpful — way, but he gets it and slips it off, tossing it off to some unknown corner of the room. His hands stay safely on your sides for a moment as he glances up at you, waiting until you nod before he palms at your breast, leaning down to suck a few hickeys into the skin of your neck as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You half sigh, half moan next to his ear and he rolls his hips into yours involuntarily, making you wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him where he is.

“‘M not goin’ anywhere, lovely.” He mumbles against your skin, rolling his hips again as you grind down to meet him.

He shifts his attention lower for a moment, marking up your chest a little before pulling away, sitting back on his heels to admire his work. Dragging his fingertips over the freshly made hickeys and down the valley of your breasts, he can feel your heart beating hard and fast against your ribs. A little lower and he splays his palm over the soft flesh of your stomach. He can feel your heart there, too. He lowers his head to mouth at your sternum, and the vibrations reverberate against his lips and tongue in a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. 

He kisses and sucks a trail down your stomach, stopping a moment to nip at the swell of your abdomen before kissing at your skin apologetically when you gasp and tug on his hair. Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slips them off before biting at the meat of your inner thighs, soothing the area with his tongue before repeating the process a little further up.

“Spence,” You pant, and he hums, looking up at you from his place between your thighs, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks cheekily, chuckling when you huff at him in frustration.

“Touch me.” You sigh, and he feels a little lightheaded, “Please.”

He dips his tongue into the well of slick at your entrance before dragging his tongue up to swirl around your clit. You choke on his name, arching your back and tugging on his hair. He lays there, eating at you like a man starved, sucking and rolling his tongue against you in a way that has you bucking your hips so much that he has to hook an arm around your thighs to hold them down. Slowly, he slips two fingers into you, earning a hissed, “Fuck” that has him rutting into the mattress. He curls his fingers and you use his hair as leverage to pull him closer.

His name sounds like music on your lips, lyrics strung together by breathy swears and blending into a chorus of moans. He finds when he flicks his tongue and curls his fingers a certain way, he can get you to whine all breathy and high pitched. He finds your body is his instrument. Your voice, his muse. 

He feels you clench around his fingers, thighs trembling and breath speeding up as you get closer, and closer, before tipping over the edge with a loud, “Oh, shit!”

He lets go of your hips and slows his pace a little to let you use him to ride out your high, only stopping when you go lax beneath him and tug him away by his hair. He takes a moment to wipe his lips with the back of his hand before you pull him up your body to kiss him slow and sweet. Your hand travels to fiddle with the hem of his boxers, and he takes your wrist, looking at you rather seriously.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for any sort of hesitation and finding none.

You nod and peck his lips once before locking eyes with him, “Positive.”

“Okay.” He kisses you once more before sliding his boxers down his legs. As he gets them off his ankles and makes it back onto his knees, you lean over to your side table and quickly pull out a condom, opening it and passing it to him. He’s quick to roll it on before diving back into you, guiding you to lay back against your pillows. He kisses you once, twice, before dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he aligns himself with you. He pushes in slowly, bracing himself on his elbow and he lets out a wrecked moan next to your ear. When he bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust, waiting until you’re ready.

You roll your hips with a whiny little, “Spence.” and he sees stars. He goes slow, tries to be gentle, grinding his hips into yours and splitting you open slowly. His head is filled with the scent of you, the sound of you, the feel of you. When he said he wanted to drown in you, he meant it. He isn’t a religious man by any means, but if it meant worshipping at your feet and allowing him the privilege of being yours, he’d abandon his principles and repent in an instant.

“Harder.” You beg, and he bends to your will, setting a near back breaking pace. 

He keeps the grinding motion, but the force at which his hips hit yours have you digging your nails into his back and throwing your head back. His mouth finds the side of your larynx, tongue laving over the area before he latches his lips to your skin and sucks another bruise into it.

The room is filled with your sinful noises, moans and the sound of skin on skin as his hips snap against yours so hard that he worries for a moment that you might bruise. 

That thought is gone as quick as it comes when you moan out, “Fuck, just like that.”

That familiar coil winds up in his abdomen and warmth spreads from his thighs to his toes. You flutter around him, and he knows that you’re getting close too. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves until your legs tremble and his name falls from your lips like a prayer, cunt spasming around him until he’s reaching his high too. He whimpers as he spills into the condom, body going rigid before he lets his upper body rest fully on you.

There’s a moment where he just sits there, sweaty torso flush with yours as he presses his ear against your chest to listen to your heart slow. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as you let him place a few sweet kisses to the curve of your breast.

“You wanna stay the night?” You ask softly and he nods. 

He sits up to pull the condom off, tying it up and tossing it into the bin beside your bed before noticing the blissed out haze you’re in, “You want to have a shower?” 

“Mm-mm.” You hum, holding your arms out to him.

“Okay.” He whispers as he flops onto the mattress beside you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline. You sigh, nuzzling your nose against the divot where his collar bones meet. It isn’t long before your breaths even out and he isn’t far behind, the sound of your breathing coaxing him into a haze. The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is where he’s taking you on your next few dates.

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@fandomscombine @ivyflowers13 @nataratacat

[kisses4kaia]

Charlie walker x reader smut where he’s very subby and unexpirienced

thank you 🧎🏻‍♀️

a/n; omgomg absolutely r u kidding me rn ? fem reader. obvi 17+ and intended for mature audiences .

movie night 💿 - c, walker ,,

it's crazy what an innocent movie night at kirby's can end up as.

you and charlie sat in opposite corners of the spacious living room, watching stab III (per charlie's insistence). it had just started and you were already bored. the movie wasn't bad, per se, you had just seen it so many times before.

and well, you had always found charlie walker more interesting.

you'd always thought of him as attractive, having spent many a night with your fingers deep inside of you, imagining they were his, imagining what he would sound like, whimpering for you and your touch.

you knew he felt the same, if not, similar, about you. from the way he insisted on walking up the stairs after you (iykyk), to the untrackable count of times you've caught him eyeing you up and down, as though he was praying he would be gifted by the gods with x-ray vision.

but every time you got too close, he'd shut it down with a friendly remark. every. damn. time.

"that's actually really nice of you, thanks y/n,"

"haha, you don't mean that. funny, though."

"i think you look pretty nice, too,"

it drove you crazy, just how oblivious he was to your advances. the way the tv screen lit up his blown pupils, fascinated as he watched one of his favorite movies for probably the 1,000th time, made you bite your lip to contain the anything-but-holy thoughts ravaging your mind.

you were tired of sitting around, doing nothing about this ever-growing crush.

whilst everybody had their eyes glued to the screen, watching some girl get chased through her home, you pulled out your small iphone and clicked on charlie's contact. you had to do something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't look over.

you clicked on the option to attach a photo to the text message. you scrolled through your camera roll until you found it.

the photo was of you, in your bedroom, in your mirror, seemingly trying on lacy, dark purple, lingerie. there was no shot he was taking this with friendly intentions.

you to charlieee <33 : *(1) attachment*

you waited a few moments before texting him again

you to charlieee <33 : oops, wrong person . sry. 😊

you watched as he reached for his back pocket at the sound of a notification.

and how his face, once painted with curiosity, twisted into shock, sights forced on the device. you had to bite back a smirk as he looked up at you.

you pretended that you were watching the movie and gave no attention to the boy whose pants were getting tighter by the second.

he cleared his throat before settling back on the couch, typing out a reply.

charlie to y/n🤩 : it's okay haha

charlie to y/n🤩 : do you mind me asking who that was meant for?

you to charlieee <33 : why does that matter 2 u?

charlie to y/n🤩 : i just want to know if you're seeing someone, or if it was for jill or kirby, yk?

charlie to y/n🤩 : not that i care if you're seeing someone!! that's really one of my business, forget i said anything

you to charlieee <33 : lmao but char, its ok if u do

charlie to y/n🤩 : what do you mean by that?

you to charlieee <33 : follow me and find out ;)

you casually got up and exited the living room, successfully not turning any heads. you found the guest bathroom and entered.

it was actually very nice, the lights were bright and luminescent, and the shower, sink, and toilet were spotless.

you waited a few minutes, sitting on the sink counter, before the door opened, revealing the one and only.

"what took you so long?" you teased flashing a smile. "i was debating whether or not i actually wanted this, well i do want this, very much so, but i was just-" he was rambling.

"well, you're here now, aren't you, charlie?" you slightly whispered before pulling him towards you by his shirt, settling in between your legs.

he was stiff as a board, he didn't know what he could do. you noticed this and grabbed his hands from his sides and placed them lowly on your waist.

you placed your arms around his neck very lazily. "you want this?" you looked into his eyes, which were dazed and hazy, seemingly drowning in dopamine.

he nodded. "mhm, yeah," he was breathless, becoming so impatient, needing to feel your lips on his.

you chuckled softly to yourself before finally giving the boy what he wanted. the kiss started out slow but heated up quickly as you started to tangle your fingers in his hair.

you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and his mouth fell open easily, allowing it in.

charlie gripped your hips tightly. "easy, tiger. i'm not going anywhere," you pulled away slightly to say. this did not make him let up. there were surely going to be bruises in the place of his hands by tomorrow.

you began kissing down his jaw and neck, exploring and searching for a sweet spot. he whimpered particularly needily at one area on his collarbone and you attacked it.

he began running his hands up and down your sides, underneath your shirt. you translated his wandering hands and helped throw your top off. he tried, truly, to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest but how could he? <33

"so, so, so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down slightly to knead your covered breasts. "too many clothes, baby. take 'em off for me, hm?" you more told him than asked.

like the good boy he wanted to be for you, charlie was quick to remove every garment on his body, save for his boxers.

you pulled your miniskirt off and were left in a laced, pale pinky-shade of matching bra and panties.

he took a small step back and stared at you intensely, like he wanted to say something. "spit it out, char." you almost scolded him.

"i-it's just, um, i've n-never done anything like this... before..." he looked down as though it was a shameful thing.

you smiled at his tenderness. "c'mere, love," you quietly uttered before pulling him in between your legs once again. you felt his hard length pressed against your middle but ignored the euphoria to focus on what mattered.

"look at me, char. that does not make me want you any less, it's actually kinda cute. listen, i'll guide you through it, if you wish to continue, that is. if you don't, we can get dressed and leave like nothing happened. what do you want to do, baby?" you reassured him as he stared into your eyes thoughtfully.

"i wanna keep going," he breathed out. "good," you hummed, drawing his lips to yours again. you hopped off of the counter, forcing your lips apart by the sheer height difference between you two.

you pushed him against the bathroom door and lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him. "w-what are you doing?!" he panicked slightly. "i'm gonna take real good care of you, m'kay, love? now, be a good boy for me and relax," you purred, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.

the pet name turned his stomach and made him slip a small whimper. he unfroze his muscles and relaxed, per your request.

you kept your doe eyes on the flushed boy's face as your pulled his boxers down, making his dick spring out, hitting his stomach.

you tore your eyes from his face and focused your attention on his member.

he was big, huge. his slit crying with precum and veins ran up and down the length of it. your wide eyes softened when you heard a needy whine coming from the man above you.

you decided he's waited long enough, so you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. the moan/groan he let out, made you smile, and lock eyes with charlie once again.

"fuck, feels good," he said through half-lidded eyes as you began to suck on his angry, red, tip.

"so vulgar. bad boy," you teased with a grin. the sight of you beneath him, on your knees, a smile bigger than the whole sky plastered across your face as his dick leaned against your chin, could've caused him to release a load on your pretty face right there.

but he didn't. he wanted, needed, to be your good, good, boy <3.

"mmm, no. i'm good, i'm so good, only for you. just for you, mommy," the name merely slipped out, he swore, but it caused you to moan whilst his dick was down your throat, causing a very pleasurable vibration around his cock, causing him to involuntarily cum down your throat.

"sh-shit, 'm sorry," he was quick to apologize for cumming so quickly as you pull your jaw off of him. "say that again," you demanded with a scratchy voice, but needier undertones were detected. "w-what, i'm sorry?"

"no, before that,"

"m-mommy?" charlie squeaked.

"fuck."

from the cold tiles biting at the skin of your knees to shimmying off your panties and sitting back down on the counter, you knew you needed him, all of him. right here, right now.

this time, you didn't have to pull him toward you, he naturally gravitated to the comfort of the in-between of your plush thighs. "wanna fuck me? huh?" you asked, grabbing his cock and sliding the tip up and down your folds.

"more than anything, mommy," he whimpered, dreamily. "fuck, baby," you whined as you guided him inside of you.

the stretch was almost impossible. you both moan in synchrony. the tightness of your walls was far better than charlie could've ever imagined when he pumped his fist up and down his length on lonely nights.

"oh my god, momma. i've dreamed and dreamed about this," he whispered in your ear after you gave him the go-ahead to move. his thrusts started out slow and tame but sped up quickly.

the hold he had on your thighs was mighty as he chased his high. "gimme your hand," you managed to speak through the ecstasy. "w-why?" he slowed down, only slightly.

"just- just give it to me," you gasped as his tip pushed against your g-spot. he lifted his left hand and put it in your right.

you shaped it into a 'thumbs up' stance and moved in down onto your clit. "draw circles," you told him. he picked it up quickly and continued fucking you.

your nailed fingers tugged and pulled at his hair, making him into a moaning, whimpering, mess. "shit, fuck! i can't go for much longer. can i please do it inside? please, please, please, mommy?" he begged and you nodded. "i'm on the pill, doll. go ahead, fill me up." you couldn't say no to his beautiful, fucked out, face.

a few more sloppy thrusts into your cunt and soon, he had you loaded. he stared down at his cock going in and out of you, lubed by his sperm, and he could've came again at the sight.

it wasn't too long after that you felt your own earth-shattering release, clinging onto the broad shoulders of the man above you. it rippled through you like an ocean current.

you stayed intertwined with each other for a few more moments, catching your breath, before charlie spoke.

"if my calculations are correct, roman bridgers should be getting revealed as ghostface right now."

[twsted-kinks]

Idia and The Magic Masturbator (Idia x AFAB MC/Reader)

>minors and ageless dni<

Content Warning: noncon/dubcon, unwanted creampie, breeding, Idia being jealous, yandere behavior, kinda public, Idia's dick being too big, anal, anal fisting, anal beads, vibrators, lack of prep, voyeurism, hidden cameras, Idia being a pervert, risk of pregnancy and thoughts of baby trapping, tampering with birth control, kinda loss of virginity (both Idia and MC), victim blaming, Leona gets cockblocked and kinda cucked in a way, some spanking, if I forgot something lemme know

It's finally here. As soon as the package is in Idia's hands, he's ripping it open. His face is pink along with the tips of his hair. He bites his lip as his shaking hands pulls the item out of the packaging. A masturbator, a very special toy, sits in his hands. He stares at it for a moment. The beautiful folds, the perfect clit, and a soft ass with a tight looking asshole. Is this really what yours looks like? Immediately Idia is pulling his pants down and settling himself at his desk. He pulls up multiple camera feeds, all from cameras he's put up in Ramshackle dorm. Idia has put up his own cameras for... reasons, but the cameras with the best quality image and audio are set up in Ramshackle. It only takes a second for Idia to find you in the guest room, relaxing on a couch with Leona's head in your lap.

Jealousy wells up in Idia's chest. You can't see it, but Idia can. The way Leona acts around you, it isn't just friendship the man's after. The way Leona uses your thighs as a pillow as you casually scratch behind one of his ears. Idia can hear you rambling about your day, complaining about the newest task Crowley has put on your shoulders. Leona just hums in response and slips onto his side, facing you and nuzzling dangerous close to between your legs. You just giggle, call him a "sleepy kitten", and shift your attention to Leona's other ear.

Idia's hair is a mixture of pinks and reds as he watches. He wants his head to be the one on your lap, he wants to nuzzle those thighs, he wants you to call him your "kitten." Idia rushes to take his already hard dick out of his sweats and pulls out a bottle of lube from his desk drawer. He's spent this long being a sad pathetic virgin, not even having kissed anyone, but finally he'll get to feel what it's like to fuck someone, to be fully inside someone else. And, you won't be able to push him away. You tease him enough with the way your body fits into your clothing, the way you look and sound when you pleasure yourself in his camera feed. You know he's watching you, you have to with the way you're acting. You're trying to rile him up, get him to snap and fuck you. He's more than happy to make that a reality and force his pathetic virgin cock into you raw. You think you're on birth control, but you don't know that Idia's been replacing it with a fertility medication that looks very similar. He knows he doesn't want kids, but the thought of him getting you pregnant, you having to carry a part of him in you for months and then you'll be forced to have him in your life forever.

He can't take it anymore. He needs to be inside you. Idia activates the spell on the toy, squeezes plenty of lube on his cock, and gives himself a few strokes, precum already flowing out of him. He lines himself up with your cunt and rests his tip to your entrance. He looks to the screen. He sees you jump a bit. Leona shifts his head to look up at you. Before either of you can speak, Idia yanks the toy down on his cock. You yell out a curse and fully jump up, knocking Leona off the couch, who curses at you in return. You feel something deep inside you, thick, long, pulsing, and filling you up with something. Idia let's out a whiny moan. He wanted to shove all of himself into you all at once, but he was only able to get about half way with how tight you are. He also didn't want to cum so quickly, but your cunt is so tight and perfect. He's going to break you once he's fully inside, mold your cunt to his dick and make it his.

You frantically apologize to Leona and make a mad dash for your room. What the FUCK is happening? Your legs wobble as you feel your cunt stretch even more as whatever is invading you forces itself deeper into you. It hurts so much, but it hurts so good. You're barely able to make it into your room and lock your door when you feel it suddenly pull out to its tip and slam into you, full force. You cover your mouth to muffle your scream as you collapse to the ground. You've never felt anything like this before. Sure, you've jerked off from time to time, put some fingers in yourself, but you've never felt anything like this before. What even is this? It feels like it's splitting you in half. Whatever it is you need to get it out of you.

Idia watches you struggle to get your clothes off through his screen, seeing you pull of your underwear that's soaked because of him. He gives you a moment. You look so cute all freaked out while you pull yourself onto your bed. You can feel whatever is inside you twitch as you lay back and open your legs. You reach down and feel a massive lump in your stomach. Idia groans seeing his cock being imprinted on your skin. You reach further down and try to pull out the intruding thing, but you're only met with your own gaping hole. You easily fit all of your fingers, barely touching your walls, but can't get a hold of anything. There's nothing to grab, only air. You groan in a mixture of arousal and annoyance and flip yourself over onto your hands and knees, hoping gravity can help dislodge this thing.

Idia has such a clear shot of your holes, your twitching stretched cunt and your beautiful untouched asshole. He bites his lip. You feel whatever is inside you cling to your walls as it pulls out. You feel relieved for a moment, thinking this event is over, but Idia is just flipping his magical toy around to match your position. It only takes a second before he forces himself balls deep in you again.

You try to hold back your scream and reach for one of your pillows, stuffing your face into it to try to stay quiet. Idia fucks you slowly and roughly, taking his time pulling out until only the tip remains in you then slamming the toy down fully to the base if his cock. Your legs shake as you feel yourself get hotter and hotter, closer to snapping. Idia spreads the toy's ass cheeks, watching as yours do the same in the screen, indents the same shape of hisnhands on the soft flesh. You feel something cold and wet hit your asshole when Idia spits on it. He runs his fingers across your hole. You try to wiggle you hips away, but there's nowhere to run. Not there. No, you've never done anything there before! You begin to sob, pleasure, pain, your loss of control. What is happening?

Idia shoves two fingers inside you, fully to his knuckles, and your back arches. Fuck it hurts! But you can't help but moan. Idia moans alongside you, feeling your cunt tighten around him like it wants to pull him in even deeper. He picks up the pace, drooling as he starts to rut into the toy, slamming his hips into it as he fingers your asshole. You can feel an orgasm rising and you can't stop it. You keep trying to move your hips away, but the onslaught doesn't stop. It doesn't stop from whatever's assaulting you from adding a third finger to your asshole. You can feel the head of a cock bruising your cervix, balls slapping your clit with each thrust, and a fourth long finger burying into your asshole. It feels like your holes are going to be ripped apart. You try to not cum, you try to will it away, but, as soon as Idia pushes in his final finger and shoves his full hand into your asshole, you cum. Hard.

You see white and your body shaves uncontrollably. You've never squirted before, but now you're squirting all over your sheets and Idia's lap. Idia cums right after you, feeling you cum around his cock and seeing both of your holes stretched open wide on his screen. There's a moment of rest. Your brain tries to start functioning again. The cock and fist inside of you are pulled out, and finally, finally this has to be over. But, Idia was just relocating and grabbing some toys.

Idia pulls up the camera feed on his tablet and moves to his bed, bringing along some toys, a set of anal beads with beads thicker than his fist and a hacked vibrator with custom settings. You're not even in the mental state to feel something being taped to your clit, but once the slow vibrations start you can't help but moan. Idia lubes up the anal beads and lines them up with your asshole. His eyes focus fully on the screen and he pushes the first bead in. You try to pull your hips away on instinct, but you're exhausted and barely move at all. The bead stretches you open so fucking wide. Idia pauses for a moment, watching your gaping asshole struggle, before pushing it all the way in. Your thighs shake but do nothing to fight the intrusion. Idia's slow at first, taking his time forcing the next two beads into you, but your moans, your holes, he needs to be inside of you again. He doesn't take his time with the remaining beads, just shoving them into you, not waiting for you asshole to accommodate them at all.

Idia gives your ass a firm slap, turns the toy around, and lines his cock up with your cunt. He looks to the screen again and thrusts in, balls deep. You let out a defeated whine as you you lay there, just taking this invisible strangers abuse. Their hips slam into again and again, so fast and rough. You feel so full, your ass is stuffed and cunt is being slammed into. The vibe on your clit speeds up. You whine as you cum again.

You don't know how many times you cum or when you pass out. Your mind is foggy. You aren't sure if you wake up in the middle of the nightbor if it's a dream. Your bedsheets are wet with your own fluids along with another light blue liquid that glows blue. You can feel something using your asshole alongside another toy stretching the same hole open. You probably wake up a couple times, at first it's evening then night, at least you think so. You're not sure. You just constantly feel like something is inside your holes, using them.

Finally, the sun is starting to rise when you wake up again, and this time you don't feel anything inside you. You're not sure whats more terrifying. The fact that this happened to you at all, or the fact that you miss the feeling of being stretched open and want this to happen again.

[deathmetalangel]

hi if your taking requests I’d like to request a mid 90s forth-grade x fem skater reader. I could be whatever tbh but she’s like really soft and nice. Idk you could do what ever you think is best <33

IN CHAINS, ENTOMBED (FOURTH GRADE X FEM!READER)

warnings: stevie has mommy issues, mentions of drinking, mentions of smoking, sad stevie, nothing else really it’s mostly fluff

“from the day you arrived, i’ve remained, by your side, in chains, entombed”

ahhh i just really love fourth grade. i might’ve went overboard a slight bit.

Their friend group was strange, anyone could see that. They varied in ages, most being juniors and seniors with two exceptions. And they drastically varied in personalities. Ray was the oldest and looked out for his friends like siblings, they were all he had. Fuckshit was rowdy and always down for a party to distract himself and stay entertained. Fourth Grade was more aloof, the others called it stupid, but Y/n preferred observant.

Y/n herself was the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, a heart made of gold that shone brightly wherever she went. Ruben was almost condescending at times, he always felt the need to prove himself to Ray and Fuckshit. And Stevie, he spiraled down a dark path for a long time. Until now, he finally returned to the sweet boy they met at first. So eager and just happy to have friends.

They had their squabbles sure, but nothing they’d ever let separate them. The closest out of everyone was easily Y/n and Fourth Grade. She was a senior, about a year older than he was. Yet they’d known each other for years. She’d lived on the nicer side of town, but their dads had been really good friends. Both worked at the DMV, but it’s where their moms worked that changed their living situations. Mrs. L/n was, to be quite honest a spoilt brat of a woman. She was heinous and cruel. Only supported by her husband and her trust fund. Which she spent most of pretty quickly during her college years. But it still kept the family going strong.

Y/n had a surprisingly good work ethic. She didn’t work at Motor like Fuckshit and Ray, but she did work with her uncle at his mechanic shop. It helps to fund her “passion project”. Which is just an old 67’ Mustang Shelby.

Said girl currently sits on the couch in the back of the skate shop, her feet propped up on Fourth Grade’s lap with a book placed in hers. Her beanie is slightly slipping from her head, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “College applications are stupid. They’re all the counselors at school talk about now. I get that they’re important, but I don’t even know If I wanna go to college.” She sighs before shutting the textbook.

Fourth Grade turns to look at her, his usual far off look replaced. She always has his full attention. It doesn’t matter what she’s talking about. He’s gonna listen if she’s the one saying it. “I dunno. You’re smart. College might be good.” Ruben looks at them from the other couch. He was more interested in them than what Fuckshit was rambling about next to him. He liked the way Fourth Grade looked at her. It was, for lack of better words, full of devotion. He never sees that at home.

“Yeah, but where would I even go? All of these colleges are expensive and far away. I wouldn’t wanna leave you or the guys.” Mostly him. “I think I wanna be a mechanic. Sounds stupid huh?” She brushes off her own words.

Fourth Grade shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s stupid.” He mumbles off handedly. Like his words held no weight, what did they mean coming from someone as dumb as him? “I’ve seen your car, you’re good. You should do it.”

Yet his words meant the most to her. “You want to be a director right? You can go to college for that you know. A few colleges with fine arts programs reached out to me too. I think you’d do good.” He never really expected her to remember anything about what he wanted to do. Most of the guys assumed he just didn’t know or was too stupid to care. He pauses, they both think about the cost of it all. “I mean there’s scholarships and stuff. Next year I can help you look into it?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

She smiles at him, sweet and genuine. Ruben liked the way she looked at him too. There was no doubt with her, she loved him. Fourth Grade feels himself growing flustered. Y/n tended to do that to him. It was like he was in middle school all over again. She was the one who taught him how to skate. Y/n was so patient and understanding, she still is.

Everyone’s attention is caught by the bell to the front door. It chimes letting them know someone is walking in. The someone was Stevie, the only one missing from the current hang out besides Ray who was helping his mom. He’s a mamas boy, but y/n won’t tell anyone where he’s at. The guys tend to tease. Stevie walks in the shop clearly aggravated. She hadn’t seen him this agitated since last summer.

“Hey Fuckshit can you and Ruben go get some Arizonas and snacks? It’s on me just take this twenty. I don’t feel like going.” She holds out the cash she grabbed from her pocket.

Fuckshit looks up at her and takes the cash. “Hm yeah sure. Only cause you treating ma. I’ll get some different flavors n shit. Come on Ruben let’s bounce.” He clearly didn’t see her true intentions as he walks past Stevie on his way out. Y/n sits up straight as Stevie finally comes over to them on the couch.

“Hey Stevie you okay? It’s just us,” He knew what she meant. Just her and Fourth Grade so he could say whatever he wanted judgment free. He bites down on his lip to stop it from quivering. His nose twitches, she picks up on his tells. Y/n places a gentle hand on Stevie’s arm. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Just sit down, we can talk when you’re ready.”

Fourth Grade watches her tentatively. She was so gentle. Stevie sits down in between the teens before he places his head onto her lap. Y/n looks at Fourth Grade who was watching Stevie carefully. The boy had been through a lot in the time they were friends. He’d grown to care about him a lot. Y/n softly caresses the boys hair. Her best attempt at soothing him.

“My mom she just doesn’t get it anymore. She doesn’t get me anymore. She’s always with some guy, Ian says she used to be like that before I was born. But I thought she’d be better. She’s so preoccupied I never see her. And then she just bugs about stupid shit. I hate her sometimes.” He vents to the pair who don’t pity him, they are just there to console him.

Y/n sighs. “I get it. My moms flighty. Always in her own world. I’ve met your mom, and both times weren’t exactly pleasant or under great circumstances. But, I do think she cares. She loves you, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel this way. She isn’t right to put more focus on someone other than you especially when you’re so young. However, she is still entitled to a love life Stevie.” He liked talking to her. She never judged him. Or scolded him. Just let him talk, and would advise him as best she could.

Y/n looks at Fourth Grade, her eyes flicking down to Stevie as if to tell him to say something. He can get that hint at least. “It’s hard for a mom to have a son. My moms weird with me sometimes, it’s different than her having a girl. Ya know? She’s probably just nervous because you’re getting big and growing up.” She smiles at him, his thoughtful answer was more than adequate. He blushes at her smile. She always did encourage him to be smarter than everyone thought he was.

“You and y/n aren’t weird with me. So why is she?” Y/n blushes slightly at the implications of what he was saying. “Y/n you don’t ignore me for Fourth Grade. And you’ve been like in love forever. So why does she ignore me for those guys she’s known for a few months?” Both teens almost were too embarrassed to answer.

Y/n tries to recover as best she can. “We’re a lot closer in age to you than she is Stevie. We know what it’s like to be your age. She doesn’t remember it quite as well. And me and Fourth Grade, we’re not- um. New relationships take more work. There’s a lot more of getting to know each other Stevie. That’s probably why.” She can’t even make eye contact with Fourth Grade who kind of just sits there trying to figure out what she’s saying.

They weren’t dating, but why didn’t she finish her sentence. Was he reading too much into her words? “Can I stay at your house tonight? And maybe Fourth Grade stay over too?”

Y/n smiles softly. She could never say no to Stevie. She gently wipes away a few stray tears from the boys face before responding. “Of course you can stay with me. I’d rather you stay over than be god knows where. And you’d have to ask Fourth Grade if he wants to have a little sleepover.”

Stevie looks up towards Fourth Grade who’s caught slightly off guard. “Can you come too? I like when you’re hanging out with us.”

“Sure kid.” They were really the only ones who actually treated Stevie like a kid. He wasn’t Sunburn the cool skater, he was Stevie the twelve year old. They didn’t infantilize him or belittle him, he was still an equal. But they made sure to remember he was still growing up. He didn’t have to be cool and drink or smoke. He was dorky and that was fine.

Stevie smiles before laying down on Y/n’s lap again. Her fingers gently play with his hair as he starts to fall asleep. Y/n hums a soft lullaby as he does. “He’s a good kid. It’s funny you act more like a mom than a friend to him sometimes.” Fourth Grade whispers while he watches the boy nap.

“I guess it’s just my big sister instincts. And what about you? I swear sometimes he comes to you with his problems more than me or Ray. Fourth Grade I like this girl what do I do? Fourth Grade I need help with a video project for school. Fourth Grade I’m mad at my friend again.” She laughs softly before looking back down at Stevie.

Fourth Grade laughs as well. He did often get tasked with helping Stevie, it was mostly with stuff he didn’t want to ask Y/n about. He cared a lot about what she thought of him. “He’s a bit confused, but he’s only got his mom and his brother. And his brother doesn’t seem like the brotherly type. We’re really the closest he’s got to older siblings. And only three of us are decent influences.” Fuckshit and Ruben were most definitely not good influences. In fact Y/n almost has a heart attack when she finds out Stevie is hanging out with only them.

“You parent him a lot Y/n. And you always manage to get me roped into it.” Fourth Grade chuckles softly. “No wonder he thinks we’re dating.” He mumbles the end. Afraid of the weight of his words.

Y/n pauses. “I mean, we do kind of act coupley. I wouldn’t be surprised if more people thought we were dating. I don’t really care. I’m comfortable around you.” This was her way of putting the ball in his court. Fourth Grade pauses. He looks at her and just thinks. Jesus she had him whipped. Ever since he met her he’s been following her around like a puppy.

Yet, he really didn’t want it any other way. He liked being around her. Y/n was kind, but not ignorant in the slightest. She was intelligent and so fucking sweet. He fell more in love with her little by little, he was entombed by her very being. “You scare off any girls I might get, you know that right?”

She giggles. He wasn’t serious, but he wasn’t lying either. “Like you don’t scare off guys. ‘Don’t talk to her she’s with that tall lanky guy’. I hear pretty well you know.” Fourth Grade smiles.

“I mean if we’re ruining each others chances of ever dating someone, why don’t we just actually date?” Her eyes widen. She hadn’t actually expected him to be so up front. Fourth Grade never said anything this forward. He usually stuttered and rethought his words mid sentence.

She looks into his eyes. She could tell he was being genuine, perhaps that was what compelled his bluntness. “Are you asking me out Fourth Grade?”

He scratches the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “Uh-yeah. I mean. If you wanna.” And there was the Fourth Grade she knew. Y/n smiles before gently kissing his cheek.

“I’d love to.” She smiles before placing her head on his shoulder. Leaning onto him while Stevie napped comfortably in her lap. “I love you, you know. I have since we were kids.”

His face was almost bright red. Fourth Grade swallows hard. “Y-yeah? If I’m being honest you’ve had me since we met. Especially after you taught me to Ollie.”

She smiles at the memory. “I don’t think Fuckshit is coming back with my money.”

Fourth Grade wants to laugh, he quiets himself into a soft chuckle. “Yeah. I don’t think so either. It’s okay though. We can just relax. Just us.”

Y/n mumbles something before slowly dozing off with her head still resting on his shoulder. Fourth Grade looks down at her, still in awe of the girl before him. He’d do anything for her. And he knew she’d do the same. That’s just how she was, the kind of person she was. The person he was so irreparably in love with. And by her side he’d remain.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

First of all I give you my regards.

(If this request is too long, you can ignore it)

Can you request 'Dragon goddess reader' and 'Dragon goddess Mother', for Tesla and Poseidon?

-You spent hundreds of years hidden away in your palace, afraid of opening up to others again. You adored Blossom’s and B/N’s children, who adored you, and the five of them all helped in spreading good rumors about you, about your beauty, which did have suitors coming to meet with you, but you refused them all, afraid of being hurt again.

-However, seeing the children running around your garden, you hated to admit it, but you felt a sort of longing within your heart, you wanted love, you wanted happiness again.

-You stunned when you arrived with your brother and father at a massive party, hosting both gods and humans, as many had never seen you before and jaws were dropped all around, you were so beautiful and many were quick to realize they believed the rumors without knowing the truth, they judged you just because of what you could do.

-You looked so mysterious as you kept close to your father, as you were an unmarried maiden still, and your father wasn’t going to let any men get near you if you didn’t consent first, he wasn’t going to let his baby get hurt again.

Tesla

-You were taken by surprised when a human approached you, beaming brightly at you with a smile that you could only compare to sunshine, his eyes bright and full of curiosity and wonder.

-Nikola had seen you walking around the party and he couldn’t look away, you looked so beautiful, so mysterious, so ethereal. He had to meet you.

-He was very enthusiastic while speaking with you, asking you all sorts of questions about your abilities, from your shadow manipulation to being able to turn into a dragon.

-It felt like he was researching you, wanting to know everything about you, it did unnerve you, just a bit, but at the same time, you never had someone speak to you like this, it was refreshing if you had to choose a word for it.

-Your friendship was definitely odd, when he came over the first few times, both your father and B/N had to repeatedly ask you if he was bothering you, listening to his rambles as he thought up new theories, new ideas.

-You didn’t mind his questions, allowing him to inspect your arm after your transformed it, letting him inspect the black scales and touch your arm.

-That was one thing you appreciated about Nikola, before he did anything he would always ask you before he did anything, even if it was to just ask you questions, as he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

-You were able to get him to slow down, only sometimes, to take a break, to sit with you, enjoying tea and snacks you had prepared, and allowing him to sleep on your couch when he would knock out after working so hard.

-You never met someone like Nikola before, he was enthusiastic, passionate, but so polite and warm towards you and he felt that same connection.

-He approached you with a small bouquet of flowers when he arrived, greeting you warmly before he spoke, “I would like to ask for your permission to date you, Miss Y/N.”

-Your response shook him, tears filled your eyes, fear flashed across your face, and you ran from him, running to your mother.

-B/N had seen what happened and was the one to approach Nikola, to comfort him, and to inform him of the reason behind your reaction.

-Nikola couldn’t believe someone would treat you so poorly, anger swelling up inside of him, hot tears coming to his eyes as he couldn’t bare the thought of ever treating you in such a way.

-B/N could see the way the two of you looked at each other, he could see a happiness in your eyes, one that he had not seen in years, one that he didn’t want to go out.

-Nikola apologized profusely to you when you returned to your palace, begging for your forgiveness, as if he had greatly offended you, which surprised you.

-You told him of your hesitance about his request, telling him of your past, which you saw made him mad, angry that you had been hurt in such a way, but he smiled warmly, like when you first met, swearing that as long as it would take, he would prove to you that he would make you happy.

-You hesitated, only for a moment, before you agreed, shocking him but making him beam brightly at you, as you decided to take things slow.

Poseidon

-He could easily sense your power, despite being the heir of a constellation, he knew you were very powerful, and from the rumors he had heard of what happened on your wedding day all those years ago, he knew that you were perfect.

-Poseidon stunned all when he approached you, holding out his hand for you to take, “May we speak privately?” you hesitated but you felt your father give you a small push towards him, and you accepted his hand, knowing your father would come to your aid if you called.

-The two of you didn’t go far, only out to a balcony, away from the mass of people that had been inside for the party.

-You didn’t know why he wanted to speak with you, so you spoke first, “May I ask what you wished to speak with me about, Lord Poseidon?”

-He turned, his eyes focused, “You are as beautiful as you are powerful, and I wish to have you by my side as my queen.”

-You were stunned, eyes wide at his sudden proposal, you had never spoken before, and to have the first words between you be a proposal, you were stunned.

-Another goddess came out onto the balcony, sneering as she had overheard his words, “Why would you want a demon like her?! She’s dangerous, Lord Poseidon!”

-The glare he gave to this woman was so icy, you felt a chill run up your own spine, “Mind your words, woman, and leave us.” Her breath hitched, stunned that he rejected her so quickly before she quickly ran back inside.

-You were curious yourself, “I feel like I should ask you the same thing, why would you want me?” he could see your confusion and hesitance, he could also see a bit of fear in your eyes as well, before a soft sigh escaped him.

-He took a small chunk of your hair, holding it up to press a soft kiss to it before letting it fall through his fingers, “You have been the only woman that has managed to catch my eye, Y/N. But if you so wish it, I will court you, to show that I am serious.”

-He was true to his word, sending you beautifully handwritten letters and poems, gifting you flowers and books, small but meaningful gifts, as you seemed to shy away from the more extravagant gifts, which proved to Poseidon that you were not selfish, you just kept growing in perfection in his eyes.

-He had approached your father and brother both, as he knew of their protectiveness over you, asking for their blessings to court you and both agreed, after informing him of what happened on your wedding day.

-Poseidon knew most of the facts, that you had gone into a rage after finding your fiancé with another woman, but he felt something, an ache, in his chest, hurting for you.

-Poseidon proved himself to you when he took you on a walk through a massive garden in the Greek pantheon, your soft smiles made him feel so at ease.

-A shout caught your attention, as it was a voice shouting out your name and you flinched back, a gasp escaping you as you saw Kand coming towards you, a crazed look in his eye as he had heard that Poseidon was courting you, and he wanted you back.

-Poseidon immediately stepped in front of you, rage filling his whole body, which overflowed when he felt your hands touch one of his, he could feel your fingertips trembling in fear.

-He knocked Kand out with one punch, sending him hard to the ground after he demanded the Sea King to return you to him before he whisked you away, holding onto your hand.

-You surprised him when he went to pull away from you, when you squeezed his hand, keeping it in your grasp and he turned, a shade of a smile appearing as you had turned your head, red on your cheeks from your bold, to you, move, before he gave you a small squeeze back.

[itsrapsodia]

Did you see season 2? How are you feeling?

mmm mostly alright! i binged all of it in one go (minus ep 1 cause i saw the earlier screening) so my brain is full of information and i need time to process it more i think??

but! all in all, i enjoyed it! I thought it was fun and exciting and the plot hooked me at important times. The yenskier scenes stole the entire show and i owe them my life. Jaskier's songs were AMAZING. Lots of Good Dad Geralt content, which i can always appreciate. That one moment with Geralt and Vesemir that i described to my friends as having "Look at me vesemir. Look at me. IM the dad now!!" vibes (he's not mad, he's disappointed). The political stuff was intriguing and messed up and cool to watch. Fringilla was awesome to see this season! The interactions with yen and the sorceresses were great. Nenneke was AMAZING i loved her. Lots of neat stuff!

I do have my criticisms though. An attempt at organizing those thoughts a bit under the cut:

- they keep fucking up their main romance SO BADLY sdhfsdf. honestly yenralt doesnt feel like end-goal at ALL to me. it didnt in s1 and i hoped they would do better this season but boy they didnt.

-their reunion didnt make any sense. from geralt ok, i'll take it, cause he believed she was dead. but from YEN??? her whole "i cant believe this" or whatever??? last we knew she was still upset with him, and that's when she even thought about him at all. She has way too many things to worry about and even from last season geralt feels more like a fling that went wrong, instead of an epic romance that torments her thoughts.

-Eskel. Eskeeeel. i guess they made him unlikeable cause they would kill him immediately? and then pulled the bumblebee scene after to be like "noooo, you SHOULD care about this, i guesss." it was just bad and felt unnecessary. they could've gotten to the "mutated monsters" plot thread hundreds of different ways, and if it was as a way to hurry geralt's vision of "must protecc ciri" to "must teach her to protect herself" it was totally unnecesary cause that was already underway with vesemir's talk

-in general im just Big Fucking Mad that geralt APPARENTLY has had the ability to be nice and openly care for people this whole time, yet refused to do it for jaskier. Aside from nivellen no-one comments on this as if it's weird behavior, or geralt having "changed" at all, so we can assume he just is this way with people he cares for. except for jaskier i guess.

-playing the "no one can stand jaskier" thing as comedy really does a disservice to the character and what he can be. other people have said this better than me, but really yen is the only person that treats him with any respect, and the interactions from it are so good. it's just really sad to think about with any depth.

-the way they represented kaer morhen?? like anyone can go there?? like people can TELEPORT INSIDE?? yet triss despite having been there before has to walk up i guess? sounds like lazy writing to me. the whole thing with the whores felt off too, i didnt like any of that.

-w h y does ciri wear mascara the whole time what is the point. Also in general i hate how much they aged her compared to season 1. That kid aged 4 years overnight.

-also time is linear now but everything in the continent seems to be half a day's ride away from each other??? from oxenfurt to cintra to kaer morhen?? kdjsnfsdj it's absurd.

i probably have more thoughts but i've forgotten them dfgjkf. this is what i have for now. despite these i really did have fun with the show, it was a good time! cant wait to read a thousand fics to make up for the things i didnt like though dfjkdg

[f4irydaydreams]

mike and dustin find out about eddies secret girlfriend

a/n oops it went longer than i thought it would. not proof read at all </3 kind of bad but a cute idea i had. we could all use a little fluff right now:) i also really wanna bake cookies soo

no one would’ve thought that eddie ‘the freak’ munson would be dating someone as sweet as y/n l/n.

she wasn’t popular like the crissy and the other cheerleaders but everyone knew her, since she was one of the nicest people at hawkins high. she wasn’t particularly outgoing or chatty but the minute she found someone she felt comfortable around, her thoughts would spill out of her mouth.

it wasn’t likely for her to cross paths with eddie munson. y/n always had an eye out for him. something about his big doe eyes and silly smile stood out to her from a distance. she was always too shy to approach him.

when eddie saw y/n walking home in the pouring rain one afternoon he couldnt just leave her there. one thing led to another and their unexpected friendship turned into secret romance. 

its not that she was embarrassed around him or that they went out of the way to hide things, he just wanted to keep her to himself for as long as he could. 

and he knew hellfire would lost their minds over someone like her.

y/n spent a lot of time in eddies trailer since his uncle was barely around and her parents werent exactly present. his place had changed a but since she was practically living there. everything was cleaner and so much more organized. 

a few of her little trinkets started to make their way into eddies room. of course he never noticed. bottle of pink nail polish standing out beside his black ones. a couple hair ribbons lying around. a small teddy that looked extremely out of place in eddies chaotic room. some stuff even made it’s way around the trailer, like a vase of tulips sitting by the front door.

just because eddie didnt pay mind to these things dosent mean it wasnt starting to become obvious that there was a girl in his life. 

dustin and mike felt something was off sitting on the living room couch in eddies trailer waiting for him to bring out a hellfire shirt, that mike accidentally burnt. the place was a little nicer that they last saw and the kitchen area smelled strongly of cookies.

they were too scared to question eddie who was already upset, considering this is the third time one of the these munchkins have ‘disrespected’ the hellfire shirt. 

“you two, dont move. dont snoop. and dont touch anything” 

mike an dustin gave each other the same look the minute eddie was out of sight. 

dustin breaks the silence, “are we sure this is eddies trailer?” 

before mike could get a word out he was interrupted by the sound of keys being jammed into the lock. the boys were ready to run out thinking mr munson was back home.

neither of them were prepared to see a pretty girl walk in wearing what seemed to be a pink hellfire shirt? their jaws were practically on the floor. 

“sorry i took so long my love, i think the cookies are almost— uhm wheres eddie?”

she froze in front of the two boys who looked like they had a hundred questions to ask. 

 “hes uh we were just” “eddies in his room”

the boys clearly stumbling over their words stared mindlessly. wondering why there was a girl in eddies trailer baking cookies out of everything. 

“eddie!”, the girls eyes lit up as he walked into the room to see his girl standing in front of two very puzzled teenage boys. 

“eddie who is this?” “why is she wearing a hellfire shirt?” “no why is she baking cookies for you?” “did you give her your keys?”

the boys panicked rambling was amusing to y/n who was now smiling at their outburst.

“alright can it dipshits!” he wrapped his arm around the her waist tugging her close to him. “this is my girlfriend, y/n. no i will not be answering any questions”

she shly waved at the boys and placed a small kiss on eddies cheek before going to the back to pull the cookies off the cooling rack. 

“here have some! i just baked them its a new recipe. you kids must be hungry and i know eddie dosent feed you at hellfire” she smiled brightly at the boys handing them the freshly backed, slightly crooked looking chocolate chip cookies. 

“uhm thank you. but first can i ask you something?” 

“sure! mike wheeler right? im friends with your sister”

“yeah uhm you’re dating eddie? i mean eddies great but youre so sweet and hes so.....you know”

eddie smacked the boys head lightly, “whats that supposed to mean?” 

y/n bit her lip to keep her from laughing, their little secret was out but they didn’t mind it at all.

“hes quite the charmer and secretly a big softie”, y/n pulled his face down and booped his nose giggling, “arent you baby”

eddie groaned at her cheesiness knowing she was messing with him in front of his friends.  

its safe to say his friends never saw eddie the same way again. he wanted to keep your sweet soul to himself for a bit longer but he loved that he could show everyone how much he loved you <33

[automeris-io-moth]

Hi!

Could I request part three of Rescue, please ? I'm super interested in seeing what happens next !

Love your writing, btw!

Part one; part two

“I'm truly sorry,” said Other Hero, interrupting the established silence that settled upon the room. “I didn’t know you were taken, if I knew…if I knew I would’ve come for you before.”

Hero lifted up their gaze, the book they were reading left resting between their open pals, a soft smile adorning their face as they looked at the other, how they looked downwards and played with their fingers down on their lap, perhaps ashamed of their actions, perhaps taking the blame of the other’s capture.

Neither would do, thought Hero, as they cleared their throat to speak quieting Other Hero’s nervous ramblings.

“I know,” they began, voice calm as if trying to soothe the other’s worry “you don’t have to justify yourself, you would’ve come for me the second you knew, isn’t that right?”

Other Villain nodded exaggeratedly, looking straight in the other’s eyes.

Most of the life in the caves was spent on the floor, they came to realise really quick, it was in the beds, the cushions in place of couches, the tables and all the decorations at the height of the eyes of someone staying on the ground. Yet, there, sitting over a silk lined pillow, lifting their head until their neck hurt just to meet Hero’s eyes when they stood, Hero’s, they always had to look down to reach them and then...

Before they finished their thought, Hero plopped down in front of them, legs crossed.

“I missed you,” Hero murmured, joining their foreheads in the middle “I thought I would never see you again.”

Other Hero’s eyes opened in surprise by the sudden declaration, their hands flying to cup Hero’s face, pushing against the other’s forehead, wanting, wishing, to grab them harder, to pull them close and hold them tight, yet, they abstained, for a moment the day before Other Hero thought they would keep their relationship secrecy, Villain could use it against them.

But Villain was not there, so, they accepted the other’s affection for as long as it could last.

“I missed you too, Hero,” they answered “I was so scared, I thought I lost you.”

“But you came for me, I’m here, you found me,” Hero continued, burying their face in the crook of the other’s neck “Now you won’t leave me again, right? You'll stay with me."

After a moment of hesitation, Other Hero nodded.

*

Familiarity was a difficult thing to beat, and in the deep dark of the caves, interrupted only by the soft glow of the crystals, Other Hero knew themselves at a disadvantage.

Villain mover freely, never worried about tripping or falling or losing their way inside the maze they made for themselves, how would they when their own talons had dug those very walls into existence, they knew every single place and spot in their home when Other Hero, after two sunrises of searching, could not find the exit.

They were starting to get desperate.

"I told Hero I would give you your space" Villain called once, provoking a small skip of surprise to the other, previously unknowing of their presence "but I thought perhaps I would help."

Incredulous, Other Hero twisted their head to look at the monster, meeting assured golden eyes in the middle.

"Help me?"

"You don't like being disoriented, you don't like feeling trapped" the monster explained "I don't like it either, I can show you around."

"I don't want your help," Other Hero spat back, "I want you to let us go."

Villain hummed in acknowledgement, answering nothing in return. Fuming for the lack of response, the lack of care, Other Hero turned around, on their way to leave.

“Traitors are not well received with your people,” the monster said, still looking upfront.

“I’m not a traitor.”

"You might not be," Villain said, almost too softly "but Hero…"

"Hero is not..."

"If you leave with them, I shall never look for neither of you again, you'll be free of me and my kingdom, I'll do nothing to stop you. There's a map of the caves on my desk, in the studio of the library."

They took a step forward, twisting the hero around, lifting their head by their chin.

"But if you can't, you'll stay, as Hero has."

"I surely trust your honour and honesty," Other Hero bit back.

And after a careful bump of their heads, Villain left.

_

Masterlist

Thank you so much! I hope you like it

[d33rz]

television romance! ೃ⁀➷

steve harrington x gn!reader

summary: steve harrington was a lovesick obsessed puppy and you would never change it for the universe and its stars.

warnings: literally none, it's literally the fluffiest thing I've thought of everr

mae speaks! this was soo fucking self indulgent omg. i tried not to make it too long but this was literally the cutest thing I've written?? y'all gotta stop me, idc if I'm just starting-

Maybe it was the way he parted his hair and spoke or maybe it was the way he always looked at you as if you were the one who hung the stars yourself every night before the suns time finally ticked to a zero and the moon took over but Steve Harrington had always made you feel like you were in a sitcom of some sort.

The relationship had been so soft, so domestic. Some days were spent lousing around on the couch or the bed, watching whatever spooked either of your attentions. You were always touching in some way, whether it be his hands rubbing you arms or legs, sometimes just laid about on your stomach or if it's just you two sitting up, close and someones head piled atop of the others which laid on their shoulder. Steve would never admit this but his favorite was whenever he laid his head on your thighs, your fingers threading through his soft hair as he focused on anything but the tv.

Other days were really whatever, going on walks, working, or babysitting, which was your favorite, while they might be annoying Dustin and Lucas never fail to entertain you or annoy Steve and Max.

Each day would always end with you two laying in your messed bed from the day before as neither of you were really keen to making it. Arms and legs tangled like wires as you talked about anything and everything, Dustins theories, rude customers, elderly people who made your day, or just how pretty the moon looked as it shined in your window just perfectly. Then you'd wake up and repeat the process, you never had total repeats though, living in Hawkins made sure of it.

You always loved the end though. You never were good at falling asleep easily so you'd stay awake rambling as your mind ran a marathon, glancing over every so often at the man you loved with his eyes barely staying open as he tried his hardest not to fall into slumber as you spoke. Sometimes you'd think about testing him, seeing how long he could stay awake but you'd always, no matter what, just kiss his forehead and whisper a good night, saying "I'll finish my story later." He'd always just mumble an i love you, one that made your heart swell and sing, and quickly doze off. His arm around your waist as you listened to his breathing for a while, a smile on your face. Soon you'd trip into the trap called slumber as well, eyes fluttering close as you finally drifted off. Rarely would it ever be the other way around.

Steve Harrington was a lovesick obsessed puppy. His glances, his actions, the way he'd absolutely kiss the ground you walk on if it meant having you for even a millisecond longer then destiny had planned were all clear signs of it and that you did, in fact, have a television romance with Hawkins Highs ex-king and you'd never change or trade it for the universe and its stars.

[timothyjimothy74]

Second Best - Luke Hughes ft. Jack Hughes and Quinn Hughes

A/N: You're welcome.

Word count: 2.5k

Everything was perfect.

School was out, the boys’ seasons were over so they were home and Quinn and Jack had invited Y/N and Luke to stay at their house for the summer.

They’d spent the past few summers together, every single one since Luke and Y/N met in high school and became best friends.

But after her first year of college at Michigan, Y/N was happier than ever to have some time off with her favorite people. And taking care of herself and the boys without her parents or Mom and Dad Hughes made her feel more grown up than ever.

After breakfast one morning, they were all lounging by the pool drinking mimosas. Luke and Y/N were sitting side by side as always, and Jack and Quinn were relaxing on the other side of the pool.

Y/N snuck a peak at Luke from behind her sunglasses and sighed with content, thinking, ‘Could life really ever get any better than this?’ when she heard someone approach her chair.

She looked over, pulled down her sunglasses and found Jack standing there looking nervous. “What’s up, Jack?”

Jack looked down at his feet, and suddenly Y/N was nervous too. “Can we talk?” Finally picking his head up, he glanced at Luke and added, “Alone?”

Y/N shot Luke a confused look, but he was too busy glaring at Jack to notice. She was alone in this one.

“Umm, sure.”

To say that Y/N was confused was an understatement. Yes, she had been around Jack for years, and they were obviously friends, enough to have ridiculous inside jokes and one of her longest-running snap streaks, but what did he need to say that couldn’t be said in front of Luke? Luke was her best friend, they shared everything with each other. This was just weird, but she got him and followed Jack anyway, mostly out of curiosity.

And you know what they say about curiosity.

Jack led her back inside to the living room and sat down. She sat down opposite him and waited. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him so nervous. It was quite a change from his usual cocky demeanor.

When he didn’t say anything, she said, “You’re freaking me out, Jack. What’s up?”

He finally made eye contact with her and looked like he was about to speak but then got up and started pacing in front of her instead.

Y/N sighed and dramatically flung her head back on the couch.

After a couple minutes, he stopped pacing, turned to her again and started rambling, “Y/N, I’m sorry for being dramatic, but I think I like you as more than my little brother’s best friend. Something’s different about you this summer, and I just can’t help but look at you differently. I’d really like to take you out on a date tonight.”

Y/N was stunned and didn’t say anything. She just stared off into space.

“I know I just dropped a lot on you so I’m going to give you some space. Come find me later and let me know what you think,” he ran his hands through his hair nervously and left her alone with her thoughts.

And boy were they loud. What the fuck, Jack liked her?

And her heart hurt because she knew she didn’t feel that way about him. And the worst part was that she knew why, but she couldn’t tell him. That would mean she would have to say it out loud.

Jack was right, something was different about her this summer. She had finally realized she was in love with her best friend.

It was a Friday night at the end of October. Michigan’s hockey season had just started, and Y/N had dragged her friends to the game to watch Luke and the boys. Everyone was talking about the Halloween party later that night, but Y/N was focused on the game.

She’d been a hockey fan long before she met Luke, but their friendship only intensified her love of the game.

When Luke stepped onto the ice, she yelled, “Let’s go, Luke!”

Seeing him play at this level was even more exciting than seeing him play for the USNTDP. The highs were higher, and the lows were lower.

It was one of Michigan’s first losses of the season. Luke had a tough game. After he took quite a few hits from Wisconsin’s biggest players, he was skating slower than usual.

She tried not to let herself think that he could be injured and instead headed down to the waiting area.

There, she saw her second set of parents also waiting on #43 and didn’t hesitate to approach them.

“Hi, guys!”

Ellen squealed and hugged her. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you, sweetheart. How’s school going?”

“It’s pretty stressful, but I’m enjoying my classes.” Jim smiled. “I heard you’re tutoring Luke on top of all your classes. In case he hasn’t said it enough, thank you, Y/N.”

Ellen agreed. “Yes, thank you, hon.”

“Of course, I’m happy to help. Are you guys going to take him out to dinner?” As soon as she asked that, she saw Luke walking toward them. The three of them watched nervously as he walked slowly with a frown on his face.

Her usually energetic best friend looked like he was trying not to cry as he gave his parents hugs and thanked them for coming. When he hugged her, he held on for a moment longer than usual.

When he pulled away he asked quietly, “Would it be okay if we skipped dinner tonight? I just want to go home.”

Ellen pulled him into another hug. “Whatever you want, honey. We love you.”

Jim hugged Luke as Ellen went to hug her. She whispered to her, “Take care of him, will you?”

Y/N nodded when she pulled away. Jim hugged Y/N next, they said goodbye and then they were gone.

Y/N had just turned to Luke when Matty came over. “Hey guys, see you at the party?” He smiled at Y/N, “I could really use my beer pong partner.”

“Sorry, Matty, I don’t think Luke’s really feeling it tonight. But don’t permanently replace me, I’ll catch you next time.”

Matty smiled. “Fair enough. See you guys,” he said before he headed out.

Luke spoke up then. “You don’t have to skip the party just because I’m in a bad mood.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know I don’t have to but I am.” She pulled him toward the door. “Come on, let’s go grab you some clothes and stuff, and you can stay with me tonight. My roommate’s gone this weekend.”

Luke stopped in his tracks and looked at her seriously. “You’d do that?”

“Yes.” He was still just looking at her. “What, do you think I’ll be a worse roommate than Dylan?”

That finally cracked a smile on Luke’s face. “No, it just feels like you can read my mind sometimes. I really don’t want to go to this stupid party or go home and be alone.”

Y/N smiled. “Well, you’re lucky you have me then. Let’s go.”

Once they got back to her dorm, they changed clothes and climbed in bed next to each other. After a few minutes, Luke groaned, probably replaying a moment of the game in his head.

She rolled onto her side so she was facing him and said, “Luke, come here. Let me help.”

And he didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled onto his side, moved closer, rested his head against her chest and intertwined their legs. She put her arm around him and rubbed his back.

She never thought twice about letting Luke spend the night, despite the fact that this was the first time they’d ever cuddled like this, until she heard his muffled sobs into her chest.

She looked down at him. “Hey, hey, hey, what are you thinking about?”

“I played like shit tonight. What if I’m not good enough to play college hockey yet alone play in the NHL? This is all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m already failing.” he rambled through his cries.

And her heart broke with every word. She knew she’d stay up all night telling him how amazing he was if it would get through to him.

And that’s exactly what she did. Because it was true and because she loved him as way more than her best friend.

Y/N sighed as she remembered that night. Her and Luke had definitely gotten more touchy with each other since then, but nothing else really changed. They were still just best friends. She was just trying desperately not to show that she wanted more.

Suddenly, Luke came and sat in front of her on the floor. “Hey, what was that about?”

Shit. She couldn’t lie to him, but she also couldn’t tell him the whole story. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Luke waived his hand in front of her face. “Y/N?”

Y/N just stayed silent.

“Quinn!” Luke called loudly.

Quinn came running into the house and over to them, taking in Y/N’s state. “What?”

“Do you know what Jack said to her? I can’t tell if she’s in shock or what.”

Quinn was silent too.

Luke’s jaw tightened. “Somebody better tell me what the hell is happening right now.”

It was Quinn who spoke up. “He asked her out.”

Luke whipped his head around to face Y/N again. “Is that true?”

Y/N nodded.

“And what did you say?” Luke demanded.

“I was too shocked to say anything.”

It was Luke’s turn to be silent for a moment. When he finally spoke up, his first words were, “Get out, Quinn. Now.”

Once it was just the two of them in the room, he took Y/N’s hands in his. “Y/N, I’m in love with you. Maybe I always have been, but that night in your dorm room when you held me and talked me down all night, I knew.” Y/N started crying when he brought up the memory she had just been thinking about and squeezed his hands. “You know better than anyone, the last few years, it seems like everyone always picks him over me. He’s Mr. #1 draft pick, I get it. But I’ve watched my parents and friends fawn over him. Sometimes it feels like I’m second best, and I can’t be second best to you too. I don’t know how you feel, but if there is even a chance you could someday love me the way I love you, please don’t say yes. Please.”

They were both crying by this point.

“You’ll never be second best to me. I realized that night how I felt about you too. I’m in love with you, Luke. You’re the only Hughes I want.”

Luke went In to kiss her, but she stopped him. When he pouted, she said, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time, and I want it to be perfect. Let me talk to Jack first so I can fully enjoy this, okay?”

Luke nodded, squeezed her hand and let her go.

As she walked up to Jack’s room, she felt bad for how happy she was. She was about to hurt one of her close friends, she shouldn’t be smiling. But she was. She tried to force herself to look sadder when she knocked on his door.

When he opened the door, he looked down at her and smirked, “Made your decision already?”

Y/N sighed. “Can I come in?”

Jack moved out from the doorway and motioned her in. He went to sit on his bed and she stood in front of him.

Y/N wrung her hands out and started rambling. “Jack, I care for you a lot, but only as a brother. I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, and I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Jack smiled a little. “It’s okay, Y/N. I can’t be mad at you. I am curious about something, though. Can I ask you a question?” “Anything.”

“Is there someone else you like?”

Y/N gulped. “Umm, actually there is.” She looked down at him, trying to read his expression, not knowing if she should tell him just yet.

“You can tell me, I’m not fragile.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m in love with Luke.”

Jack smiled. “You should tell him.”

“I just did after he confronted me about what you wanted to talk about. He feels the same way.”

Jack fell back onto his bed and started laughing.

“You are the most confusing man I know,” Y/N shook her head at him in disbelief.

Jack sat up again, holding his stomach, grinning at her. “You’re welcome.”

“Huh?”

“Quinn and I planned this to try to get you and Luke to admit your feelings for each other. It seems like it worked. So you’re welcome.”

It was Y/N’s turn for her jaw to drop. She quickly recovered and punched him in the shoulder. “You jerk! I was so worried about hurting you.” She paused to punch him again. “And you made Luke cry. He thought I was going to pick you.”

Jack rubbed over the spot you punched him. “Okay, I probably deserve that. But we just couldn’t go all summer with you guys sneaking loving looks at each other without doing anything about it. It was driving us nuts. I don’t know how you guys did that.”

Y/N smiled and raised her hands in surrender for now. “Alright, that’s pretty sweet I guess even if you went about it in a ridiculous way. I’m done being mad for now. No promises on Luke though.”

Jack groaned as Y/N left the room and went back down to Luke.

Luke was still in the same spot she left him in. She walked over and sat next to him. “Hey, how’d it go?”

“Jack doesn’t actually like me.”

“What?”

“Quinn and Jack came up with that idea to get us to admit our feelings for each other.” Luke stood up immediately, and Y/N followed. He started in the direction of the stairs, but Y/N grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her.

“I know you’re mad, but could you hold off on killing them for a second? There’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Y/N/N….”

She got on her tiptoes, put her arms around his neck and kissed him for the first time, effectively cutting him off. She could feel all his anger melt away as they both smiled into the kiss.

They only pulled away when they heard Quinn and Jack clapping.

Y/N hugged him around the waist to try to get him not to go over and murder his brothers. He sighed and hugged her back, resting his head on top of hers.

“I appreciate you guys wanting to help but I would have worked up the courage to tell her myself eventually, you know.”

Jack and Quinn laughed.

“Whatever you say, Lukey,” Jack joked before he and Quinn went back upstairs.

Y/N released Luke. He paused to kiss her again before running after them.

Even with the chaos happening upstairs, Y/N had time to stop and think, ‘Okay, NOW life can’t get any better than this.’

[silence-burns]

Imagine Viktor helping his s/o sleep

Fandom: Arcane

Request: Hi their, I was just wondering… how would viktor help their s/o sleep, like if they have nightmares or can’t sleep at night how would he tackle that 🥺💕

Viktor suffers from a poor sleeping pattern himself, so he isn't surprised when you explain your situation. He might even joke that you caught it from him.

Viktor rarely tries to fight his own sleeping issues, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know any general tips and tricks.

He remembers someone suggesting a cup of warm milk to be drunk before heading to bed, so he'd share that advice with you too. He'd even prepare it for you himself, and add a little bit of honey to it.

If the results weren't satisfactory, Viktor would offer to go for a walk with you before sleep. The evenings in Piltover are almost always beautiful regardless of the weather. There are countless streets to take and visit a random part of the city. It is a good way to get a little tired while not realizing it because of the thrill of adventure. 

Viktor enjoys spending time with you, so he'd quickly get used to those walks. He knows he has to take breaks from work too, and this is a good way of helping the both of you. He knows Piltover better than most, or at least the Academia grounds and surrounding, so he could find plenty of places to visit with you. 

His leg wouldn't be much of a problem on a leisure walk, and his muscles do need stretching anyway after all the hours spent bent over his lab table.

If that wasn't enough either, Viktor would probably offer to bore you to death with his rambling about his newest project and all the setbacks he's trying to fix. 

Viktor doesn't mind it. He's realized long ago that sometimes, the best way to solve an issue is to try explaining it to someone else. It changes the perspective of looking at the problems, and allows much needed reiteration of how things are supposed to work and why. The less you understand from his rembking the better, because it might successfully bore you into sleep.

There's a couch in the lab Jayce and him had brought in years ago. Its purpose was to mainly assist during the (almost) sleepless nights spent on their projects back during the school days, but even now it can serve its purpose.

It's a good enough place to sit you down, all warm under a blanket, and just talk. 

Viktor likes to watch your eyelids grow heavier and eventually close. Once he'd make sure you were asleep, he'd most likely get back to the lab table. There wasn't a way for him to move you back to his rooms, so he wouldn't try, in fear of disturbing you.

[xocasper]

can you pretty please do a ray smut where hes scared the reader will leave him n hes insecure abt that and the reader is comforting him and it leads to soft sex, like reassuring, touchy, slow sex

Communication Is Key

Pairing: Ray Toro x Reader Summary: After a whole week of being brushed off by Ray, you've finally had enough. Even with a bit of gentle confrontation, he still isn't convinced that he's enough for you, so you find a way to show him. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: soft sex, hurt/comfort, oral sex Word Count: 2204 A/N: Sometimes I look at myself and say, "Stop using idioms for all of your titles." I'm both uncreative and self-aware, so boom. Idioms. Enjoy this, it's been sitting in docs for two days because I couldn't find time to edit. I do have stuff coming up if I have time to write though!

Something felt off. More specifically, Ray felt off.

It was the type of ‘off’ that made an unsettling feeling grow deep in your gut. There was clearly something going on but you couldn’t tell what it was. He was glum every day, insisting that he was tired and that there was nothing wrong. Worse than that, he was growing more distant. Nights spent tangled up in each other’s arms turned to your shoulders touching at best, more from lack of room than willingness. Eventually, you’d had enough.

You had just gotten home from another long, tiring day at work, sick of your coworkers and how you always had to pick up the slack. All you wanted was to cuddle with your boyfriend and let your problems melt away, but it seemed like you couldn’t do that either.

He was in the living room, hunched over on the couch but paying no mind to the television. Instead, he had the same unfocused expression that seemed to be permanently stuck to him lately. He barely heard you come in, only taking a short glance in your direction before returning to his prior somber state. For someone who was always cheerful, it was concerning to see him in such a rut.

“Hey,” you greeted him, quiet and impassive, the air too tense for emotion. He mumbled back a response, shooting you a tight-lipped smile with the eyes of a kicked puppy. Your heart sank, his face burned into your mind as you tried to think of anything you’d have said to upset him. Maybe something was going on with the guys? The best you could do was try and open him up, seeing as waiting it out wasn’t working too well.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, diving in the second you were seated next to him, hoping he wouldn’t get up and leave. “There’s nothing wrong,” he frowned, shaking his head.

“Yes, there is,” you insisted. “You’ve been... distant, lately. Is it something I did?”

“No, of course not,” he said, feeling guilty that you’d even consider it. In his eyes, you could do no wrong. This wasn’t helpful, of course, a small sigh escaping you as your interrogation continued.

“Did something happen with the guys?” All of your questions came up negative, leaving you increasingly frustrated. “Did you kill someone or something?” you asked, exasperated. “I’ll bust you right out if it means you’ll get out of this funk.”

For the first time all week he gave a real smile; short, but genuine, accompanied by a laugh that was more of a sigh, but you’d take it. It faded quickly though, and he shook his head once again. He didn’t know how to tell you that it wasn’t your fault; it was so far from that.

“It’s not you,” he started, taking a deep breath. “It’s me.”

This was it. He was breaking up with you. What other scenario starts like this? You felt like you’d been impaled, dreading the rest of his explanation. He didn’t say anything for a moment, expression tied between pained and contemplative.

“It’s just–you’re you; you’re so perfect and everything, and I don’t know,” he rambled. “I feel like I’m not enough for you.”

You weren’t really sure what to say, still in mild shock, reaching for his hand as he continued.

“I guess I figured that if I quit while I’m ahead, it wouldn’t hurt so bad when you leave.”

You shook your head, “Do you want me to leave you?”

“No, I really, really don’t,” he said sincerely.

“Good, because I’m not going to.”

He looked up at you, misery vanishing as your words sunk in. Ray had always been modest, and this was no different. Despite your confirmation, he still couldn’t see why you’d stay with him. There was so much to love about you, and you deserved someone just as perfect.

“Ray,” you said, bringing him back to Earth. “You’re more than enough for me. I mean, you’re sweet and attractive, and you love me. That’s all I could really ask for.”

He felt his heart skip a beat as he processed what you said, having no time to overthink it before you were sealing your words with a kiss. His lips were soft, moving them slowly against yours. It had been days since you had last touched him like this, and you wanted to savor every moment.

His hands stroked your sides, strong and warm against your skin. You let your own drape over his shoulders, inching closer as your mouth worked against his. He pulled away for a moment, lips barely brushing against yours as he caught his breath.

“If you can’t see how great you are, I’ll keep telling you until you do,” you promised, giving him a final kiss before tugging him off the couch with you. He followed after you, hand keeping a secure hold on your waist as you crossed the hall.

You hardly made it to the bed, longing for his touch once more. You pushed him down lightly, sitting him down on the mattress just long enough to tug his clothes off, admiring every inch of his skin as his shirt came off. He shuffled out of his jeans, leaving him in a pair of boxers that were doing a lousy job at concealing his semi.

Restlessly, Ray slipped his hands under your shirt, relaxing at the contact. You stood between his legs, kissing him tenderly while he caressed your skin. You slipped your tongue past his lips as his hands drifted lower, sliding your pants down until they pooled around your ankles. At that point you had to break away, hands planted on his broad shoulders as you stepped out of them. He took the opportunity to pull your top off, leaving both of you in next to nothing.

He laid back, gently pulling you with him. There was a hint of surprise on his face as you hovered above him, instead of vice versa. You lowered yourself to him, pressing quick, soft kisses to his lips before trailing them up his jaw and stopping as you reached his ear.

“I love you,” you reminded him, and although they were simple words, he knew you meant each of them as they rolled off your tongue.

You planted more kisses on his chest, his arms holding you close. The appreciation you felt couldn’t be put into words, but god, were you grateful to be in his arms again. You slid lower, hands holding down his hips as your mouth brushed against his waistband. He shifted a bit, eliciting a small smile from you as you pressed your lips to his clothed erection.

“You’re so perfect,” you hummed, pulling off his boxers with nimble fingers. He sunk deeper into the mattress, eyes falling shut as you stroked him. Every now and then your tongue would dart out, cleaning his precum as it would drip down his cock, making him squirm beneath you.

Ray let out a breathy moan, pushing his hips up, silently begging you to be in your mouth. Obviously, you complied, wrapping your lips around him and slowly inching down. You kept your hands around, him pumping gently as your tongue flicked against him.

You went at a leisurely pace, watching his lips part with small breaths, and his head tilt back when you’d take him further down your throat. After a week of little to no contact, he was swimming in ecstasy, head spinning as you swirled your tongue around him. He grew slightly louder as he got closer to coming, the sound of his labored breathing filling the room as you brought him right to the edge, slowly pulling away.

He let out a quiet groan, but his disappointment subsided as you inched up the bed, cupping his face as you kissed him. “I want you inside me,” you whispered to him, hearing the soft sigh he let out before unclasping your bra and flipping you over.

The way you looked at him as he hovered over you had him turning to putty, feeling as if you were the only people in the world. You were practically glowing as you gazed up at him, eyes full of love and admiration. He could almost feel his worries disappearing, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling your panties down.

Ray took his time, working his fingers at a similar pace to yours–gentle and slow, but fulfilling nonetheless. Spending countless nights watching him play guitar must’ve subconsciously built an attraction to his hands or something because he had barely touched you and your breathing was already unsteady. Or maybe it was because of him–he wasn’t sure.

He listened to your content sighs and watched as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hoping to suppress some of them. He tore his free hand away from your thigh, tracing the outline of your mouth with it. “I want to hear you,” he mumbled softly, earning a quiet moan as his fingers curled deeper.

His hands were larger than yours, making it easier for him to hit the right spots. He drew tight circles on your clit, swelling with pride as you moaned under his touch. The feeling didn’t last long though, sliding his fingers out of you and lining up his cock.

The sight before you was really one to behold, everything feeling like molasses as you stared into his eyes. “I’m right here,” you assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him flush against you, and giving him the subtle push he needed to continue.

Ray was mindful of everything as he pushed in–the way you clung to him just a little bit tighter, and the way you wet your lips before taking a breath, chest rising and falling as he inched deeper, filling you completely.

He waited a moment, memorizing the scene before him, never wanting to forget the adoration in your eyes. It gave him an inexplicable feeling of complete and total love, although he felt slightly foolish for skipping out on this for a whole week.

“I’ll never leave you, okay?” you told him, voice soft as you cupped his face, kissing away his inhibitions.

He hummed against your lips before rolling his hips against yours, strokes smooth and deep. Each thrust made him feel more secure, his soft moans making your stomach flutter with both love and arousal, muscles winding tight. Maybe it was how you held him as he buried himself deep inside of you, or the way your back arched, pushing yourself impossibly close to him, but you were radiating reassurance, the rest of the world blurring as his mind fixed on you.

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, noticing how his were drawn shut, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he rocked against you. He was close, thrusts growing sloppier despite how hard he tried to keep rhythm.

“You feel so good inside me,” you mumbled to him, kissing him as one of your hands snaked down between your legs. The combination of your hand and his cock had your breathing growing unsteady, rubbing your clit with rushed movements–a stark contrast to his slow pace.

Ray came first, and still thrusting into you while his cock twitched, warmth filling you as your orgasm hit. He didn’t stop there, fighting his exhaustion and rolling his hips a few more times before coming to a halt, slowly pulling out. He laid against you, breathing evening out as he pressed his head into the crook of your neck.

At some point he shifted the two of you around, with you laying on his chest, cuddling closer than you had in days. A small smile adorned his face as you pressed soft kisses to his lips, hands resting flat against him. He had missed you so much, and he was more than grateful to be holding you again.

“I love you,” you said again, staring at him earnestly, ensuring that your words would stay etched in his mind forever.

“I love you too,” he replied, looking at you curiously when you didn’t avert your gaze or make any move to kiss him again.

“I know you worry, and you know I tell you not to,” you told him, smiling lightly as he started to apologize. “Shh, don’t apologize. I love you more than anyone, and I mean it, alright? You’re kind, and charming, and absolutely perfect for me,” you said, pecking his lips between pauses.

“I won't leave you,” you promised, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while he draped his arms around your waist.

For the first time, he wholeheartedly believed you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you before, but he was always a bit worried that you’d wake up one day and realize that you deserved better; maybe you were right, though. Maybe he really was perfect for you.

Ray watched you for a moment, so peaceful in his arms, face relaxed as you slept blissfully. The sight alone was convincing enough, and after a week of restless nights, he was able to sleep soundly again, knowing that he was enough for the person he loved. 

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[demieddie]

your eyes look like coming home

gen, no archive warnings apply, m/m - buddie, ~5k

summary:

After his breakup with Taylor, Buck decides not to date anyone on the premise of ‘we’re having fun together, let’s see where this goes’ and to focus on potential serious partners instead. When he determines what a serious partner means to him, he realizes every single quality and wish points straight to his best friend. So, in short, Buck is doomed.

Written for the 9-1-1 2022 Bingo Prompt (@911bingo): “Love is always going to require a huge leap of faith.”

[read on ao3]

Buck has finally reached a point in his life where he cannot deny that he is in love with Eddie. He did some serious reflection after breaking up with Taylor and decided that was the last time he would build a relationship on “seeing where things go”. So, he sat down alone with his thoughts and the last beer in his fridge to make a list of everything he wants in a partner. He got halfway down the list—someone who is happy for me when things go my way, someone who I don’t need to watch my words around, someone who I can goof off with, someone who is there for me even when I can’t be there for myself, someone who I can build a family with—before he realized he was mentally adding “like Eddie” onto every point.

So, yeah, Buck is a little head over heels for his best friend. Or, rather, completely in love with him.

The main problem is that he has no idea what to do about it. Does he leave it alone and hope like hell he finds someone similar? Does he tell him and potentially ruin their friendship? It seems like a massive thing to keep secret, but Buck does not want to be that one guy who implodes a friendship over non-platonic feelings. He saw enough of that during his travelling days and does not wish to experience it himself.

So, realistically, there is only one path forward. Keep quiet and smile through the pain when Eddie inevitably gets together with someone.

Buck soon learns that his initial plan is not as easy as he thought it would be. He thought nothing would change—and, outside of Buck’s own head, nothing has—but it is almost like everything has changed. Buck is biting back love confessions more times than he can count. Long-winded rambling ones when they have stayed up a little too late and are only lit by the commercials on Eddie’s TV. Soft quiet ones when Eddie’s head is in his hands while looking over utility bills. One notable time when Buck burns his whole mouth with the coffee Eddie gave him one shift because the only two options were to chug it or to say love you instead of thanks.

Months pass in a blur of work shifts, nights spent at the Diaz residence, and remaining nights alone in his apartment. He and Eddie spend weeks planning Christopher’s eleventh birthday—his first with all of his friends in years—and seeing the smile on Christopher’s face made the long nights and countless phone calls worth it one thousand times over. He watches as Maddie and Chimney find their way back together again, each one of Jee-Yun's milestones bringing them a step closer. One night, Eddie’s wall gets painted back to its original colour.

Buck gets used to swallowing the words on the tip of his tongue. He gets used to the pang in his chest when Eddie sits on the couch where no part of them can touch. He gets used to smiling and joking around with everyone when Eddie gets flirted with on calls.

Everything is fine. Everything settles into normalcy. Everything is normal.

They are halfway through a shift when Buck’s emotional house of cards starts to crumble.

Buck is sitting at the dining table in the loft and sipping at his cup of coffee. He casually notices how Eddie’s eyebrows slowly furrow while he stares at his phone.

“Lovely afternoon, isn’t it Buckaroo?” Hen says from his immediate right.

“Oh my go—Hen,” Buck whispers harshly, free hand on his pounding heart, as Hen sits on the chair beside him.

“Anything interesting going on in that head of yours?” Hen asks, in a tone suggesting she already has an idea of the thoughts in Buck’s head.

“Hen,” Buck whispers, pleading. Hen raises an eyebrow at him. Buck sighs. “I know. If that’s what you’re asking, I know.”

Hen nods as a smile takes over her face. “I’m proud of you, Buck.”

“Thanks,” he replies, flashing a small smile in return.

Hen nods, before getting up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.”

“I know,” Buck responds, despite also knowing that sometimes intentions do not matter.

Buck fumbles with his keys as he tries to unlock his front door. It takes him far longer than it should—maybe he should not have had that final beer—but eventually he gets the right key in the lock and twists it correctly. He leans back against the door once it shuts behind him and gives his vision a second to settle when he flips the lights on.

After relocking the door and throwing his keys in the vague direction of where they should be, Buck stumbles into the kitchen to get a glass of water. All he wants to do right now is crawl up to his bed and pass out until noon, but he learned his lesson last year about hangovers in your thirties. A glass of water is not the miracle solution it was in his early twenties, but it is certainly better than nothing at all.

He collapses on the couch with a groan, glass of water in hand. He drank more than he planned to, which always seems to be the case on his birthday. He did not pay for more than one drink all night, between Maddie and Eddie each buying him a beer and then the multiple rounds of shots for the table courtesy of Chimney and Karen. It was technically his birthday party, but it was also the first time anyone at the 118 had more than one day off in a row, so everyone was letting loose.

In his drunken miscoordination, he manages to knock the coaster off his coffee table when he tries to set his half-drank glass down. He swears under his breath as he reaches down to grab it, opting to keep his head up to keep any nausea at bay and paw around for it without looking. It takes a minute, but he ends up finding the coaster under the table. As he tries to pick it up, his hand also hits paper. He pulls them both up, placing the coaster where it should be and examining the paper.

It is an old ripped-out notebook page that has been folded a couple of times. It is probably just an old grocery list that fell out of his pocket, but he unfolds it anyway. Unsurprisingly, his own handwriting greets him. Surprisingly, it is not a grocery list.

He reads through it again—someone who is happy for me when things go my way, someone who I don’t need to watch my words around, someone who I can goof off with, someone who is there for me even when I can’t be there for myself, someone who I can build a family with—and looks back up. His eyes land on one of the framed photos by his TV, specifically the one of Christopher enthralled by an exhibit at the observatory.

Buck can still remember the conversation he had with Eddie when it was taken a few months ago. Eddie joked that Christopher was going to become an astronomer and Buck rebutted with an astrophysicist. After Buck took the photo, he looked over at Eddie to find him already smiling back.

Someone to build a family with. Is that not what he has already done? From the moment he introduced him to Carla—hell, maybe even when he drove Eddie to pick up Christopher after the earthquake—was he not cementing a place for Eddie and Christopher in his life?

The more Buck thinks about it, the more it all makes sense. All the days and nights he has spent at the Diaz house, to the point where Maddie assumes he will be there instead of his loft. Buck’s first thought about an event coming to the city being whether or not Christopher would like it and if they can go. The extent of Buck’s discomfort while around Ana the few times they were at Eddie’s place together.

Which brings up a new problem. Sure, Eddie and Ana did not work out, but Buck is not the only one who can see Eddie is a catch. It is practically inevitable that he will find someone else; someone who fits better than Ana. If Buck thought being around Ana was uncomfortable, he cannot imagine how he will feel around someone who Eddie actually loves.

So he can play happy little family with them all he likes, but he will be kicked to the curb when Eddie realizes Buck is taking up the space of his hypothetical partner. He knows Eddie will be nice about it—knows Eddie would not intentionally kick him out—but these things are just a consequence of having a serious relationship with someone. No one wants their partner’s best friend crashing on their couch consistently for no apparent reason.

“I don’t want to be playing House my whole life,” Buck says aloud, distress clear in his voice, as his house of cards collapses and scatters all over the floor.

In an odd moment of either sober idiocy or drunken genius, Buck gets up, determined. He knows he is still in the clothes he wore to the bar—which Maddie absolutely spilled a shot on despite her denials—and he probably smells like a distillery too.

He heads upstairs, only stumbling on a few steps, while stripping out of his clothes. He thinks he throws them in the direction of his laundry hamper, but he does not stop to check on his way to the shower. He shivers as the cold water splashes over his shoulders but is thankful for how it clears his head a little.

After a quick wipe down, he steps out and hastily dries off. He throws on some random sweats from his closet—he thinks it is an LAFD hoodie from his probie year and a pair of old sweatpants from a truck stop in New Mexico, but he does not care enough to check. He descends the stairs as fast as he dares in his still-tipsy state and grabs his keys from the floor where he threw them. He locks the door behind him as he is still slipping on his running shoes and calls an Uber.

Thirty minutes later—twenty of which were spent fighting off nausea—Buck gets out of the car and walks up to Bobby’s front door. He knocks twice on the door before remembering they have a doorbell, and then he rings that as well. He is about to ring it again a minute later but stops when he hears someone walking towards the door. It lurches open before Buck can figure out who it might be.

“Who in their right mind—Buck?” Athena says, first scolding and then concerned when she registers who is in front of her. “What’s wrong?”

It is only then that Buck realizes this probably was not his best idea. He has not looked at the time in hours, but considering he left the bar around one in the morning, it is at least two, if not later. This is only further confirmed by Athena answering the door in a robe and slippers.

“Athena, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late,” Buck stutters out as he turns to leave.

“Buck, don’t be ridiculous. It’s 2:30 am”—Buck cringes—“I’m not going to turn you out on the street. Besides, you don’t turn up unannounced at people’s front doors in the middle of the night without reason. Come on in.”

Athena steps back to let him inside. Buck follows head bowed. They descend the stairs to the living room in silence. Athena turns into the kitchen and Buck follows after a moment.

“Do you want anything? Decaf, cup of tea?” Buck looks up to answer but trips over a chair leg on his next step. He does not fall but does wince at the noise. “A glass of water it is.”

“I had one already,” Buck protests feebly. “Really, I just came to talk to Bobby and I didn’t realize it was so late.”

Athena levels him with a look and gets him settled on the couch before handing him a glass of water.

“And I would place good money to say you drank your weight in alcohol tonight. One glass isn’t going to help.” Buck nods and takes the glass silently. “I’ll get you a blanket and you’re welcome to stay the night. As far as I’m aware, Bobby doesn’t have any plans for the morning, so you can talk then.”

“Thank you, Athena,” Buck murmurs meekly, sipping at the water.

Athena rests her hand on Buck’s shoulder as she gets up and leaves the room. A moment later, she returns with a blanket.

As she hands over the blanket, she asks, “Now, do you need a puke bucket?”

Buck takes a moment to assess before shaking his head. “No, I should be fine. Thank you again.”

Athena smiles. “I would say anytime, Buck, but I don’t think either of us wants to repeat this.”

“I can’t say I do,” Buck responds. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Buck.”

Buck wakes up to bright light on his eyelids and a pounding headache. He groans and wriggles slightly in an attempt to orient himself. There is a pillow under his head and another to his right. His knees are hooked over something while his feet dangle. He groans again, bringing a hand over his eyes, and someone chuckles near his feet.

“Good morning, Buck,” Bobby greets softly. Buck groans in response. “There’s water on the table for you, and I’m just about to start breakfast.”

Buck mumbles out some approximation of thanks before squinting his eyes and sitting up. He lands with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward towards the table. He feels like he should be embarrassed—it has been a while since he woke up with a hangover on any couch but his own—but the pounding in his head steals his concentration. He takes a sip of water, and another, before getting up to go to the bathroom.

Once he has finished drying his hands, he looks at himself in the mirror. He looks like hell. His face is puffy, and his hair is sticking up in every single direction—which serves him right since he fell asleep when it was still damp. He runs his hands under cold water, splashing some on his face and pressing his fingers into his skin to see if it might help. He writes off his hair as a lost cause though; there is no way he can fix that with anything but another shower.

When he makes it back to the living room, he hears sizzling from the kitchen and heads over to investigate, grabbing his water glass on the way. He leans up against the island and watches as Bobby cooks.

“So, I take it things got a little wild after I left?” Bobby asks while flipping the food in the pan.

Buck laughs and then winces at the sound.

“Just a little.”

Bobby had been there for the first round or two, while they were still just sitting at the table chatting. He left, wishing Buck happy birthday again, and soon after Chimney started bringing trays of shots to the table and that is all Buck remembers without the haziness of intoxication.

Bobby hums, amused, and Buck is grateful Bobby has the decency not to laugh outright. Buck watches as he grabs cutlery and two plates, then starts separating the food between the plates.

“No Athena or Harry?” Buck asks.

Bobby shakes his head. “We’ve been intending to take Harry shopping for new shoes recently and Athena said something about wanting to be out of the house for the morning. So, they’re off to the mall and won’t be home for a while. Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” Buck responds, and Bobby picks up the plates and cutlery to bring them over to the table.

They are both silently eating for a few bites before Bobby breaks the silence by asking about a funny story Maddie was recounting last night about her, Buck, and Jee-Yun. They continue to chat idly and, before long, both of their plates are finished. After his last bite, Buck places his cutlery on the plate and pushes it slightly towards the middle of the table, then places his elbows on the table.

Bobby finishes soon after and, after a moment of silence, he turns to Buck. “So, what did you want to talk about? Athena mentioned that’s why you’re here.”

Buck releases a full-body sigh, shoulders rising and falling and then dropping his head into his hands. He does not answer for a handful of seconds.

“I love him, Bobby. I’m in love with him,” Buck eventually gets out, his face still in his palms.

“Eddie,” Bobby states. Buck nods. “What about it?”

Buck lifts his head and looks at Bobby. “What?”

“Is it that it’s Eddie? That he’s a man? I—”

“No,” Buck cuts Bobby off. He continues gentler, “No, it’s not that. I’ve known for months now and probably loved him even longer. It was just—I…” Buck takes a breath before deciding to start from the beginning. “I made a list of what I want in a relationship after my breakup with Taylor, and I realized I was basically just describing Eddie and our relationship. And I don’t want to tell him because friendships always get weird when that happens. But by not telling him, I realized I’m just playing House with him as his substitute partner until he actually finds someone. I don’t want to play House and then be left with nothing in a few years.”

To Buck’s embarrassment, his voice cracks on his final sentence. Bobby, to his credit, does not mention it.

“Are you sure?”

“That he’s going to find someone? Yes. Have you met him? He’s an amazing man. Of course, he will.”

Bobby shakes his head. “No, are you sure things would get weird if you told him?”

“How could they not?” Buck asks, hopeless.

“What about Maddie and Chimney?” Bobby volleys and Buck cannot follow that train of thought right now. When Buck’s only response is a confused look, Bobby continues. “Did they not start as friends? Did Athena and I not start as friends?”

“Yeah, but that was requited.”

“One, you don’t know that yours isn’t. Two, you don’t know if someone feels the same or not until you take that step.”

Buck huffs out a sarcastic laugh. “Schrödinger’s requited love, nice.”

Bobby chuckles, “I guess you could call it that.”

Buck fiddles with the edge of his placemat while he processes everything. Realistically, he knows everything Bobby says is true. Buck has just never been in this situation before—with Taylor, they did not have that strong of a relationship before they started dating; with Ali, it was obvious where they were going from that first meeting after the earthquake; and with Abby, they both knew and it was just a matter of when. Hell, even before he got to LA, anytime a relationship progressed past platonic, it was always casual, always to blow off steam, and they both knew it. He has never had this much to lose before.

Seeming to sense his indecision, Bobby speaks.

“Love is always going to require a huge leap of faith.”

Buck shakes his head. “But it didn’t. It was a bunch of little steps. One after another every day until I looked up from my feet and we were miles from where we started.”

“The leap of faith isn’t always falling for the person.” Bobby smiles. “It can be anything. You’re trusting this person to know you almost as good or better than you know yourself and asking them to stay with you through whatever that might mean. Any lasting love is a series of these leaps throughout your lives, and they all take courage. You’re asking now if you can tell him this and trust that, even if things change, they won’t be for the worst. You’re handing him your heart and saying that you can’t control what he does with it, but asking anyway that he doesn’t drop it or neglect it to get covered in dust.”

Buck stares slack-jawed at Bobby for a moment before looking at his watch. “Can we save the life realizations until noon?”

Bobby laughs. “I’m just saying, love can be terrifying but it’s worth it. At the very least, you can say you tried.”

“So, you’re saying tell him?” Buck clarifies.

“I’m saying that love requires faith and trust. Telling him or not is not my choice to make, Buck. You know Eddie, probably better than anyone else who knows him, and you know how much faith and trust you can put in him—”

“I trust him with everything I have,” Buck blurts out without thinking. Bobby simply tips his head and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I get it.”

“You two have a solid relationship, I doubt either of you would be willing to throw that away.”

Buck smiles and nods at Bobby. He is slightly overwhelmed and unsure of how to respond, so instead, he starts to gather the plates and stands.

“Thank you,” Buck says earnestly.

“Of course, Buck,” Bobby says as they clear the table.

Once the dishes are in the dishwasher, Buck turns to Bobby.

“Thank you. I know this wasn’t what you expected this morning, but I really appreciate it. I’m gonna get out of your hair, but thank you. Oh, and please tell Athena I’m sorry for bothering her at 2 am.”

Bobby laughs as they make their way to the front door and Buck slips on his shoes.

“I’ll let her know.”

Buck nods with a bashful smile and opens the door to leave. Just after he steps one foot out, he pauses and turns.

“You weren’t surprised when I told you it was Eddie,” Buck states.

“I know you and Eddie, Buck. Not as well as you know each other, but well enough.”

Buck nods and decides to take his chances.

“So, you might know how Eddie feels about—”

“I know nothing for certain,” Bobby says, cutting him off. “And even if I did, none of it is mine to tell. It’s the same as our talk today; if anyone knows, it is because you told them.”

Buck nods in understanding—he should have known Bobby would not say anything—and closes the door behind him.

Buck does not do anything beyond think about Bobby’s insight for a few weeks but makes his decision halfway through September. Christopher had come home from school and was not surprised to see Buck on the couch. He just casually talked about his day at school to Buck. Buck does not want to lose this, and he is done with worrying that he will. He would rather have an outright rejection than a constant question.

Despite this, Buck takes another few days to tell Eddie. He wants to plan what to say, so he does not tell Eddie that night, and they have a shift the day after, so he does not say it then either. He crashes right after their shift, sleeps until mid-afternoon, and cleans his apartment once he has woken up. While he debates cleaning his oven, Buck realizes he can play this procrastination game forever. He grabs his keys and drives to Eddie’s before thinking about it further.

His left leg jitters against the dead pedal the whole ride and his heart hammers louder every mile he gets closer to Eddie. Even with the thundering in his ears and chest, he arrives at the house sooner than he anticipated.

He gets out of the car and knocks on Eddie’s door before he can doubt himself.

“Buck?” Eddie asks when he opens the door a minute later. “It’s 11 pm, is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah,” Buck gets out, somehow more jittery than he was on the drive over. “Sorry, I know it’s late and I’m not sticking around—”

“You’re always welcome—”

“I know, but not tonight. I just need to tell you something, but it doesn’t need to change anything.”

Oddly, Eddie deflates in his spot by the door. His shoulders slump, his face morphs from concern to resignation, and he looks ten times smaller than he did a second ago.

“Right, yeah,” he murmurs.

Buck’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, but he lets it go for now as he inhales deeply to calm his nerves one last time. He realizes, at that moment, he never did think about what to say and makes a split-second decision between easing into the conversation and diving headfirst.

“I’m in love with you,” he states. It is surprisingly easy to say after the months of agonizing over it. Eddie’s wide eyes jump up to Buck’s. “It doesn’t have to change anything. I’m not expecting you to reciprocate or anything like that. I just needed you to know. I was tired of keeping it to myself and you deserve to know that you’re loved, even if it’s not in the way you expected or return. I—”

“Buck.” Over the course of Buck’s confession, Eddie goes from dejected to shocked to hopeful. He ends up landing on confused and cuts Buck off. “Did you read the note I gave you at the beginning of last shift?”

It takes a moment for Buck to remember, but Eddie did hand him an envelope before their shift and told him to read it after. At the time, Buck assumed it was probably about an information night at Christopher’s school, but they were called out to a five-alarm fire as soon as their shift started and the note had completely slipped Buck’s mind.

“No,” Buck answers honestly. “With the five-alarm… I forgot all about it.”

For the first time since Eddie opened the door, he smiles wider than Buck has ever seen. He laughs under his breath while shaking his head slightly in disbelief. Buck is about to apologize for forgetting about it and ask what on Earth it has to do with their current conversation when Eddie speaks again.

“I was asking you out. Saying how there isn’t anyone better for me than you. Or for Chris. For the both of us. Asking if you would be open to going on a date with me to see if we could work.”

“Oh my god,” Buck says distantly. “I told you I was in love with you before our first date.”

Eddie laughs and pulls Buck closer to him by Buck’s forearm.

“I’ll forgive it,” Eddie says, still laughing slightly. They are close enough that Buck can feel the exhale on his face. “Considering that I’m in love with you too.”

Buck beams at him. In all his overthinking, he never thought he would hear Eddie say that to him. Actually, if he just tilts his head to the right a little, he probably could—

“How do you feel about kissing before the first date?” Buck asks, tilting his head. Eddie’s eyebrows raise.

“The date you still haven’t agreed to?” he asks, tone teasing.

Buck blinks. He was so caught up in the shock and elation of Eddie's revelation that he did not even realize he never agreed. An ecstatic laugh rises out of him.

“Yes, Eddie. A hundred times yes.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, happy but also teasing Buck. “Alright, I guess I can be convinced to kiss before the first date.”

Despite his words, Eddie is the one to wind a hand around to the back of Buck’s head and pull him in. They are smiling a little too much for it to be considered a proper kiss, but Buck thinks it is perfect anyway.

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[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

[spencersawkward]

*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*

summary: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer

content warnings: oh boy there’s a lot. i’ll start with the nonsexual ones-- choking (again, not sexual), blunt force, violence, some angst. ok time for the fun ones-- unprotected penetrative sex, masturbation, sex dream, oral (male receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie. lmk if there are more that i missed! 

word count: 5.4k

A/N: hi omg so i actually combined two requests for this bc i loved the concepts and i didn't wanna do one and not the other. i hope i do both of these justice hehe thanks for sending them! also sorry if the unsub scene sucks-- i don’t usually write that way, so i tried my best. 

request(s): omg if you need ideas for baby spence can you do a one shot where he's the girls best friend (she's not in the bau) and they are in love but neither of them admit it and he is really hurt in a case or almost dies or something traumatic and only when he gets back they confess their love... and then have sex 😏 ive been thinking about this concept alot 😌

can’t stop thinking about baby spencer (like s2-s4) & his girl best friend losing their virginity to each other... can you write a one shot on this please?

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"when are you coming back?" you ask over the line. you're lying on your bed, legs in the air while you talk to your best friend. it's been a long day for you, but a longer day for him. it's always a longer day for him. 

"you know that I don't know the answer to that question." Spencer's voice is soft as he attempts to keep quiet. he's two hours ahead and, despite the fact that you're both night owls, the person he's rooming with tonight isn't. 

"I know, but there's this Korean film festival that starts tomorrow and I was hoping you would be here to translate for me." you examine your nails while you talk. Spencer lets out a disappointed sigh. 

it's only been a few days since he left, but it's been a week since you last saw him and it feels like a long time. whenever he's not at work, you two are joined at the hip. ever since you first met a few years back at a poetry convention in DC, it feels like he's the only person who understands you. which is weird, because you couldn't be more different as individuals. 

"you should bring one of your other friends." 

"bold of you to assume I have other friends." you joke. Spencer chuckles to himself and your heart flutters. you love his laugh more than anything in the world. 

"I thought that was just me." he says. 

"oh, it is just you," you reply flatly. "I was trying to make you feel better."

you can practically feel Spencer smiling through the phone. although you tease him pretty frequently, he's sometimes able to get in his own shots. it's what makes your friendship interesting.

"hey," you add before he can say anything more. "how's the case going?" 

Spence starts to detail the whole thing, and you listen intently, the timbre and smoothness of his voice comforting you as you slip beneath the covers of your bed. you like the way he enunciates his words, his strange manner of speaking, because it lulls you to sleep. 

you know he's talking about horrible things, but something about the sound comforts you deeply. when he's not around, you're wishing you had it bottled up. 

he lays out their profile as it stands, and you fall silent. it's getting pretty late and you have to be up early for work tomorrow, so it would be a good idea to get some real rest. plus, Spencer needs to sleep, too-- even though he probably won't. 

you remember times when he'd call you at three in the morning, his mind whirring as he played chess against himself and asked if you wanted to hang out so he could teach you how. you hate chess, but of course you said yes; you'd been head over heels with him since your first conversation.

eventually, you feel yourself start to drift off. you don't even really know what he's saying; all of it blends together until you're laying there, one cheek pressed to the pillow and the receiver against the other. 

"Y/N?" he says your name abruptly and your eyes, which have been slowly drawing shut this whole time, fly open. 

"yeah?" 

"go to bed."

"what? no, I'll wait until you're done." you shift. 

"I could hear your breathing change." 

"then why didn't you just hang up?" you giggle. he goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he cut out, but then he responds. 

"I wanted to say goodnight." 

it's like a cage of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach. you wrinkle your nose as you get nervous. god, you miss him. things would be so much better if he was back. not like he'd be in your bed even if he was, though.  

"then say goodnight." you prod. he lets out an awkward little sound. 

"now I can't because you made it weird." 

"how did I make it weird?" 

"I don't know, you just did." he's so clumsy, your face heats up. you want to keep talking like this until morning.

"goodnight, Spence," the words sound reluctant, but you try to cover it up by teasing him further. "see, was that so bad?" 

"oh my god, Y/N--" he tries to sound exasperated. 

"no goodnight back?" you raise an eyebrow even though he can't see you right now.  

a lengthy silence again. "goodnight."

"that's what I thought." before he can protest, you end the call, settle into the covers. moonlight beams on the walls of your apartment, and you start to think about your best friend. about all the nights spent curled up on his couch with two bowls of popcorn, his ramblings about how much he loves his job and him asking about yours. 

he's a great listener. every time you talk, he nods along like he's hanging off every word. it's nice to feel heard that way, to have someone care. and he's fun to hang out with, too. you've met his team before and they all talk about how hard it is to get him to go out, but they don't see the same side of him that you do. 

Spencer is nerdy and cute and kind and sensitive. he makes you feel special. he's everything that you've ever wanted in a person. but it's not like it would matter, anyway. he hasn't really shown interest in any girls-- much less you. even if he did, you're scared of ruining the friendship. 

the fallout of not having him around at all... it would destroy you. and something, even if it's torturous, is better than nothing. 

which is why, as you sit there and remember being around him, your fingertips creep below the comforter. a familiar routine, they move over your stomach, until they reach the waistband of your panties. for a moment, you hesitate. it's wrong. he's your best friend. but he doesn't need to know that this is how you handle the ache he puts between your legs. 

as your index finger slides down your slit, you feel the wetness already forming. Spencer's hands, his mouth. the thought of his lips pressed to yours while he fucks you, holding your body like it's delicate. 

you don't know exactly how it would feel because you've never had sex, but you want to find out with him. he's never done it, either. you don't care; all you need is to have him inside of you, to see how he looks when he's on the edge. 

your mind wanders to the image of him parting your legs and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. the sensation of him filling you up. falling apart. 

you slide a finger inside, gasping at the way your walls tighten and your imagination runs wild. that tongue, lapping and making you squirm, your fingers twisted in his soft hair. he's so sweet; his attentiveness would make your legs shake. you want to look into his eyes while he does it. 

you add a second finger, curl them and brush over the most sensitive part. the pressure of his hips grinding into yours. your body curves up at the way you start to finger yourself, the other hand stimulating your clit. it's almost overwhelming, the way his name tumbles from your lips over and over. 

you've never wanted someone so badly in your life; he belongs in your bloodstream. the sounds he would make in your ear before finally cumming and collapsing on top of you, spent. you want to tire him out and then do it all over again. 

you're greedy on the edge, indulging in every single image of him you can conjure up, every dirty thing you'd say. finally, you feel yourself fall, the orgasm intense as you bite back groans of pleasure and work through the high. it's amazing. 

you sit there, panting, feeling your heart beat in your chest. some things can't leave your head, they're so sinful. and the worst part is that you don't regret it in the slightest. 

...

Spencer can feel his pulse practically leaping against his throat as he makes his way through the empty warehouse. he should have waited for backup; he knows he should have, but it's too late now to go back and change things. 

he clutches his gun, pointing it in front of him while his eyes flicker wildly across the space. he's moving between enormous aisles stuffed with crates, not knowing who else is around. they said the unsub brought his newest victim here-- Spencer came first because was closest to the site-- but he hears nothing aside from the uneven rhythm of his own breath. 

every step is careful. he's thinking about how close the rest of the team must be. based on their distance from the station, they should arrive within six minutes-- but that doesn't account for the time it takes to put on their bulletproof vests, to get to their cars. 

truthfully, he doesn't know if he's going to have to do this on his own. and that scares him the most. 

there's no point in worrying. he swallows the lump in his throat and presses his back to one of the crates. there's a scraping noise a ways off that causes him to freeze. because of the echoes of the warehouse, the origin is indiscernible. he doesn't breathe, eyes darting between each of the openings into the aisle. 

after a minute of pure silence, he peels himself away and turns to head back out. 

and that's when the sound of wood cracking against bone startles him; he hears it before he feels it, but it's obvious when he crumples to the floor. like knife points pressing into his brain at all angles, the shooting agony in his skull. 

he starts to clutch at his head, only to be yanked off the ground by a meaty hand and thrown against the side of a crate. 

"fucking feds." the guy is enormous. gargantuan. he keeps his arm across Reid's throat, pressing down enough to restrict his airway. but Spencer can't even concentrate on the guy's face further than its rough outlines. his vision is going in and out, fuzzy at the edges from the blow to his head. 

he definitely has a concussion. 

"I..." he trails off. the huge FBI logo on his vest is a dead giveaway. 

"all alone?" the unsub has breath like rotten fish, spits each word into his face. "I won't even need my gun." 

Spencer's head lolls to the side and he catches sight of his own weapon lying helplessly a few feet away. there's no way he could get to it in time, even if he got out of this guy's chokehold. 

he tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this; after all, their profile said he'd be more susceptible to negotiation, but that's kind of hard to do with someone's forearm slammed against your trachea. he presses harder and Spencer sees stars. his glasses hang almost off the bridge of his nose, centimeters from falling to the floor. 

he starts to realize that he's going to die, defenseless and alone, in a warehouse. at the hands of a man who kills women because his Viagra doesn't work. but this doesn't incite the kind of panic Spencer always predicted he'd feel. the lack of oxygen in his brain causes him to go delirious. 

he misses home. his mom and his old house, even though things were hard. he misses Y/N, his team members. he wishes his team was here; he should have waited for them. he should have told Y/N how he feels. now she's never going to know. 

Reid is so out of it, he doesn't even notice the pressure being relieved from his throat until he collapses on the ground. the unsub falls, too, his cheek smashed by the force of the abandoned wooden plank. 

it's hard to tell what's happening until Reid lifts his head to see Morgan standing above him, preparing to handcuff the criminal.

"kid," Spencer never thought he'd be so glad to hear his voice. "what happened?"

...

you practically crash into Spencer's apartment the next evening, flinging your body through the front door with your spare key. 

"Spence?" you call out from the entryway. everything still looks the same, but when his colleague, Penelope, called you today to tell you that Reid had gotten a concussion after a run-in with an unsub, you rushed here as soon as you could. 

"in here." he calls from his bedroom. you don't hesitate, your feet carrying you there. you've been anxious all day; he didn't call last night or even text like usual. you were on the verge of panicking when Penelope called. 

of course, you knew that was the risk with Spencer. he knew the risk, too. his life would always be in the balance when it came to the cases, but he'd gone through so many at this point, you weren't thinking about it. if you did, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. 

when you walk in, the first thing you see is Spencer laying in bed in his silk pjs. there's a stack of unread books on his bedside table. his glasses sit on top. he's just laying there with his eyes closed. 

"oh my god." you mutter, dropping your bag on the floor and walking over. he opens his eyes with a slight smile. there's a purple bruise forming across his throat, light but definitely there.  

"hi." 

"what the fuck happened?" you ask the question you've been wondering the whole way here. 

"he hit me with a plank." Spencer explains, the phrase coming out like he's still confused about it. "I'm fine, just a mild concussion and a bruise because he choked me." 

you take a second to assess if he actually means that he's okay, or if he's trying not to worry you. he stares at your expression for a second. 

"Y/N, I'm really fine." 

"you don't look fine." you gesture to the fact that he's laying in bed. 

"my body is sore, but nothing's wrong with me. I just can't look at screens or read." this last part makes him much more melancholy, it seems. you reach down and ruffle his hair playfully. 

"sounds like a nightmare." 

"it is." he cracks up. 

"I'm glad you're okay." you sigh. your heart rate has slowed to a reasonable pace now that you know he's fine. Spencer gives a ghost of a smile, and when he pats the empty spot on the bed beside him, you kick off your shoes and climb over his body to sit down. "so... did you guys get him?" 

"the unsub?" he turns his head to look at you. something is in his eyes that you can't read. "yeah, he's in custody. we saved the girl he abducted, too." 

"well, aren't you a hero?" you grin, pinching his arm. 

"ow!" he flinches. "don't hurt the patient."

"oh, so now you're injured?" you giggle softly. his smile fades a bit, gaze trailing from your face to your legs. it isn't lustful or anything, more like he's taking in your existence. it still makes your heart flutter. 

"I wasn't really a hero, anyway," he sighs. "I got knocked down before I even found her." 

"oof." you wince. 

"yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. I went in by myself and--"

"you went by yourself?" you clarify, turning to face him. of course he did. 

"yeah." he avoids your gaze. 

"Spencer, I work in a stationery shop and I know you're supposed to wait for backup." you deadpan. he snorts, staring straight ahead at the wall. his hair is flat in the back from where he's been resting it against the headboard. 

"he would have hurt her if I had waited." he explains. your heart softens a bit at this. you know Spencer has a problem with saving people; sometimes he doesn't think things through. but you know that it's only because he cares. 

you smile gently, appreciating what a beautiful person he is. you don't understand how other people don't see him how you do. your hand reaches for his suddenly, and you find yourself snuggling into his shoulder. 

Spencer doesn't usually like touch, but he welcomes this, dropping his own head to rest on top of yours while you both stare at the wall. his silence feels heavy, more than it usually does, and you wonder what he's thinking. 

"I'm really glad you're okay, Spencer." your tone is low, like it's a secret. 

"you already said that." 

"shut up." 

"you care about me." he sing-songs with a smile, and you know he means it in a friendly way, but you don't care. it brings warmth to your cheeks. 

"whatever. you care about me, too." 

he lets out a slight chuckle. "when I started to black out, I thought of you." 

your heart leaps, even though the reason is pretty dark. "oh, yeah?"

"mhmm." he hums. 

"nobody's ever told me that they thought of me in their last moments of life before." you tease. there are so many things you'd like to say, but know you can't. he smells like himself and coffee beans, his skin warm beneath the silk of his pajamas. 

"I'd hope not."

"anything in particular?" you wonder aloud. 

"what?" you feel him tense beneath you, and that's how you know there's something he's not telling you. 

"were you thinking about anything in particular?" 

"someone's full of themselves." he jokes. you smack his arm.  

"humor me." more than anything, you want to hear his thoughts. you know you're reaching, but you don't care. 

"just..." he pauses, the next words coming out almost too quietly to hear. "things I never got to say to you." 

"like?" now you're intrigued. 

"no way." he laughs and you groan, turning and realizing that you've both sunk deeper onto the bed and are now practically lying down. 

"c'mon," you prod. you've flipped onto your side while you watch him, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "what if you'd actually died?" 

Spencer gives you a look, and you wish you could snap a picture of his face. the gentle features, the warmth in his eyes. he stares at you differently than before, and it makes your stomach flip again. "I, um." 

you start to trace your index absently down his forearm, where his sleeve has incidentally gotten rolled up. his skin is soft. you know that this isn't a friendly thing to do, but something inside you craves his touch right now. you almost lost him; you can't imagine how horrible that would be. 

"I wanted to say that I--" he gulps, muscles in his shoulder tight beneath your cheek. "well, I care about you, and I... I really love you." 

it's not the first time he's said it, obviously in a platonic sense. what affects you is that he's acting like it's a big deal. 

"I love you too, Spence." you smile softly. his chest rises and falls faster, his face tensed. 

"no, I mean--" he turns onto his side, using the action to distract from his own nervousness. he holds your gaze and you forget how to breathe as he speaks. every syllable is serious, but you note his fingers fidgeting at his side. "I'm in love with you." 

it's like all the air in the room has been sucked out. you swallow, unsure of how to react at first. you don't believe what you're hearing, simply because it doesn't make sense. you've been friends for a while, now, but Spencer has never made a move to ask you out or acted like he wanted anything more. 

your heart swells. 

"you're in love with me?" the words even feel surreal on your tongue. he takes it as rejection.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Spencer rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, his expression turning to a cringe. he's about to sit up to hide the red in his cheeks, but you pull him back down by the shoulder. 

"not so fast, crazy boy." the corners of your mouth are turning up into a grin. you can't help it; every nerve in your body is alive. Spencer loves you. he feels the same way. 

when he sinks back down onto the mattress and sighs, preparing to say something that rescinds the statement to erase any awkwardness, you grab his face and turn it to yours. you don't kiss him, only force him to look. 

"I'm in love with you, too." 

his eyebrows fly up in surprise. "r-really?"

"yes." you nod. 

he takes a second to process this. you see about five different expressions pass over his face, each one reminding you of how earnest he is. and it's absolutely adorable. 

"well, that's good, isn't it?" he clarifies. you pretend to think on it. 

"I'd say so, yeah." 

he smiles. a genuine, rare one that makes your veins feel as if they're full of glitter. you're on Cloud 9. 

"can I kiss you?" you ask him quietly. he seems surprised at this, too, like he never thought you'd want that, but then nods eagerly. 

you close the gap between you on the bed, holding his jaw in one hand while the other rests on his forearm. your lips meet softly at first. he's cautious, scared of pushing you away. he hasn't kissed many people before. but he's good at it, letting you take the lead. 

there's no way to adequately describe kissing Spencer. every bone in your body turns to mush, immediately craving more contact. you slide your tongue across his full bottom lip, and he lets you in. his affection is the most loved you've ever felt. because sure, you haven't had sex, but you've kissed people before. 

never like this. 

one of his hands goes up to wrap around your forearm tenderly before he shifts to lie on his side. you wrap around each other, turning the kiss into a full-body embrace as you breathe in. you want more. your leg swings over his torso so you can pull yourself closer, and he groans into your mouth when your pelvis presses against his. 

the kiss gets more heated, his hands carefully but hungrily traveling down the curve of your waist. you flip so that you're straddling him without breaking any contact. 

you don't really think about the way your hips begin to rock against his, your pussy involuntarily working for friction. there are so many happy chemicals in your brain right now, you giggle against his mouth when his body bucks up into yours. he groans. 

"Y/N..." he breathes softly. his hands move from your waist to your thighs, afraid to dig his fingertips in. 

"what?" you sigh, licking over his bottom lip again. he moans at the way you keep grinding on his erection. 

"I wanna--" his eyelashes flutter when he gasps. "I wanna touch you." 

"do it." your palm is resting tenderly against his cheek. he responds by finally holding you down, sliding his body up a bit to grind against your center. you whine. "touch whatever you want, Spencer." 

his cock twitches in his pants and you push the hem of his shirt up while he uses one hand to massage your tits. the voracious, curious nature of his attention makes you sigh, touching his stomach. he feels perfect beneath you. 

soon you're grabbing at each other without any regard for grace. he's so horny, he's pawing at whatever he can while you do the same to him. the kissing gives way to straight panting while you look at each other. 

"can I suck your dick?" you whisper. Spencer's eyes widen. you've never seen him nod so fast. 

you press your mouth to his one more time before inching down his body, sucking on his clavicle, then his stomach. careful to avoid the purple marks on his neck. he watches you intently, memorizing the details of this moment for later. when you reach the waistband of his pants, you peek up. he strains against the material. 

your mouth drops open and you draw your tongue over the clothed bulge, maintaining eye contact. Spencer throws his head back. his voice is high. "oh my god, oh my god." 

you smirk, licking it again. he clenches his jaw. "I'm gonna c-cum if you don't--" he tries for words, but he's mewling and moving against your mouth. you pull at his pants, hooking your fingers in his boxers and bringing them down, too. 

Spencer bucks into the air when his cock hits his stomach. it's big, precum leaking helplessly out of the tip while he whines. you want him now. 

"wow." you smile. he stares at you, tensing his stomach as you wrap your hand around his length. he's trying to keep quiet, but as soon as you spit on it and start to pump him, his head falls back into the pillow. 

you draw your tongue up the underside, paying special attention to the veins, reveling in his reactions. he looks like he's ascending to heaven when you start to suck on the first couple inches.  

"o-oh, fuck..." he keeps moving his hips off the bed for more, so you sink down further onto him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning. "Y/N..." 

you groan in response, feeling yourself get wetter with every sound he makes. you can't believe this is happening, the way he threads his fingers loosely through your hair in an attempt to touch more of you.

he tries to keep his eyes open while you suck, but they squint with pleasure. he's a mess for you, shuddering gently when you take nearly all of him into your mouth. 

before he can cum, you pull your mouth off of him with a satisfying pop. Spencer moans. 

"was that okay?" you ask carefully. this is the extent of your sexual experience, and you want to do more with him, but you aren't sure how he feels. your best friend stares back at you like you've turned his world upside down. 

"y-yeah," he replies. his face is flushed. "definitely okay."

he's throbbing, occasionally twitching against his stomach as he waits for more stimulation. you eye him carefully. 

"what do you feel comfortable doing?" your voice is smooth. "we can stop now, if you'd like." 

"I--" he chokes on the word. "I don't wanna stop." 

"do you want to have sex?" you ask. Spencer bites his lip, whines. 

"mhmm." 

"I wanna do that, too," you breathe out, straightening up and pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, before getting to work on your shorts. you know you're practically dripping. he's been more vocal, but you feel like you're going to implode from the desire. "but I need to tell you something." 

"what?" he tugs your arm, coaxing you back to him and touching you greedily. you giggle as you kick your shorts and panties off somewhere in the room. both of you move like awkward teenagers. 

"I'm a virgin." you say. 

Spencer frowns. "really?" 

"yeah," you lick your lips. "so you need to be careful." 

"o-of course." he blushes, getting nervous again. "you know I'm a virgin too, right?"

"I know." you smile. he returns it sweetly, and the commotion of your bodies slows for a moment. you're so happy, you could cry. 

"what?" he breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I'm excited," you shrug. he's got his hands on your waist, rubbing his fingertips over your skin. then you remember something. "wait, are you allowed to have sex with your... injury?" 

"it's fine." he reaches up and kisses your throat with an urgency. 

"did the doctor say that?" your eyes roll while he sucks on your neck. he groans and pulls down on your waist so that your stomach presses against his cock. he ruts. 

"second opinion from me." he pants. you tap his cheek playfully, move up his body until your core brushes him. he whimpers when you reach between your bodies and grip his length in your hands. 

"you ready?" your voice is low. Spencer squeezes your thighs, eyes moving between your tits and your face. 

"yes." he sighs. you position it, slicking him in your pussy while he wraps an arm around your waist and moans for more. your chests are pressed together, looking into each other's eyes while you slide him into you. 

you have to go slow, the intrusion causing your jaw to drop. you don't breathe. he's got his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  

"Spencer." you whimper, dropping your head onto his chest when he's fully inside of you. his fingers rub patiently over your back. 

"are you okay?" his voice is laced with a moan, trying to resist thrusting. 

"yeah, just a second." you wiggle a little bit to test the boundaries. it hurts, but it also feels good. your clit is begging for more pressure, so you start to roll your hips. Reid moans loudly. 

"Y/N..." he whimpers. "don't stop." 

"you want more?" the need in his voice makes you hornier, and you increase the pace, despite the slight pain. you're so wet, he slides in and out without much effort. 

"so-- much more." he's gasping, hands on your thighs as he watches your naked body writhe on top of him. he's never been more aroused in his life, spurred on by your scent and form and the tightness that keeps clenching around his cock.

he understands why people love sex so much, now. he wants it every day, wants to fuck you in every position and pleasure you. the sounds you release in his ear, whines and praises, he would do anything for more. walk to the ends of the earth to feel you cum on his cock. 

his hand finds your ass, squeezes it. 

"this feel good, Spence? fucking your best friend?" you talk dirty and he twitches. you're always so sweet, the words coming out of your mouth for him are going to send the genius into a tailspin. 

"mhmm," he holds you down so that he can thrust up. speaking at all is a struggle with the way he's feeling. "perfect." 

you start to say something else, but he hits a certain angle and you let out a quiet yelp, hips jumping at the pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." 

Spencer gets a rush of relief because it's taking everything in him right now not to absolutely lose it inside your pussy. he's hanging on by a thread. "me, too." 

you use your position on top to stimulate yourself. both of you chase your orgasms roughly, the rhythm you created degenerating into clawing excitement. 

"cum inside me, Spencer." you beg him. it sounds like you would do anything to feel it, that sensation that you've never experience but have always imagined. and Spencer, his own head foggy with ecstasy, nods and opens his mouth to let out a loud groan. 

"Y/N, fuck fuck fuck-- I'm--" he shoots his load inside of you, rutting wildly and letting his head drop onto the pillow while he pants. you can feel it. strange, lovely jolts of his seed spreading. your hands, which have been resting on his shoulders, tighten and you reach your climax. you flutter around him, both of you still moving to ease the intensity of the high. 

it's remarkable. you're crying out, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. you never thought your first time would be like this. but you're glad it is, muscles tightening and releasing with the mixture of emotions. 

you collapse fully, him still inside. 

neither of you speaks. his heartbeat thuds against your ear, and you hold onto him like letting go would be the end of the world. you can't believe you could have lost him. you don't want to think about it. 

"sorry I came so fast." Spencer apologizes breathlessly. you can feel his cum dripping down your entrance when he slides out. 

"I don't care." you mumble. both of you stay there for a while, his heartbeat changing to a pace that reminds you of genuine excitement. like a hummingbird. 

"we can try again, sometime." he offers. you lift your head to rest your chin on his chest. his skin is flushed, pupils dilated, hair messy. such a pretty boy. 

"we should try multiple times." 

he gives you a cheerful smile, and everything starts to fall into place. you took each other's virginity. "Y/N?" 

he likes to say your name, and you love to hear it. "yes?" 

"are we dating?" the bluntness of the question makes you giggle. you don't hesitate. 

"yeah." 

“good.”

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Hi can I request jealousy headcanon for Isaac,Arthur,Mozart,comte please

Hi dear nonny! Thank you so much for your request 💖

Sorry it took so long, night shifts were exhausting...

Here you go, I hope you like it! 💝

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Jealousy headcanons

for Isaac, Arthur, Mozart &

le Comte

Isaac

The shy, poor boy doesn't know what hits him, he wasn't prepared... It is the first time he's really in love and it is his first time being jealous.

He wouldn't talk about his feelings in the beginning, because he feels a bit ashamed about them. Additional he's not used to talk about feelings anyway, so he bottles up.

You recognize his strange behavior like avoiding your glare, his abrupt short answers (especially towards the male who causes the jealousy), but at first you can't figure out where it comes from. He would also act more possessive than usual, suddenly kiss you firmly in front of others or pulling you close.

Though he knows you love him truly, he's unsettled deep inside and needs your reassurance. You'll have to push him slightly to open up, to tell you what's on his mind. When he does...oh boy.

With glowing eyes and fervent words he'll beg you to SHOW him your love, pushing you onto the bed. Needy for your touch and your words of love, nothing remains from his shyness. He won't let you go the next hours, making sure you're really his.

"Isaac, please tell me what concerns you... did I something wrong?"

You're sitting next to him in his room on the edge of the bed.

"N- no... It's not that."

His behavior was oddly brusque today and you are really concerned.

With a sigh you overthink what happened all day and then something klicked. You spent a lot of time with Napoleon while he teached the kids. Could it be?  "Isaac, are you jealous?"

The vampire flinches and draws his gaze away from yours, a blush appears on his handsome face.

You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. Gazing deep into his beautiful cherryblossom eyes you ask "Isaac, you know that I love you, that my heart belongs only to you, don't you?"

"Y- yes. My head knows it, but..." suddenly he pushes you down.

"Show it to me." He whispers, his voice husky and deep, his eyes dark with passion before his lips captures yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers ripping your blouse open.

Mozart

Mozart is probably the worst with jealousy (besides Theo). He even can't stand the thought of another male being too close to you. It doesn't matter if it is another resident or a complete stranger, he is very possessive and you only belong to him. No other has the right to touch you.

If someone touches you by accident, his possession drives him to get rid of the foreign scent on you immediatly.

When it's a strange male (talking to him would be enough to drive him crazy), he would be broiling jealous, unable to express himself. Normally Mozart is very straight forward, but not when it comes to express his feelings for you. Blaming you for being too trustful, he would even start an argument.

But Mozart loves you so much, you're so precious to him, he'll regret his harsh spoken words soon and searches for a way to talk.

Admitting his jealousy, he shows you that there is only one way to calm him down. Claiming your body and mind he would train you to who you belong until the sun rises and your voice is hoarse.

"M- Mozart, what-" you gasp as he pulls you behind the thick curtains, sealing your lips with his. "You spent enough time with the other residents." He breathes hard as he pulls away. "Especially with Leonardo. I don't like his cigarello scent on you." Your eyes grow wide. "Wolf, are you jealous?"

A faint rose appears on his cheeks. "I don't want to be...But yes I am."

"But... You don't have to be jealous. I love you so much, Wolf. There is no room in my heart for another man."

"I know, meine Liebe. But it seems that my heart doesn't accept this truth fully." His radiant violet eyes pierces into your soul.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Wolf?"

A slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he leans forward. "Await me in the thermae. I'll make sure the only scent that remains on your body is mine, and obviously I'll have to remind you the next hours to who you belong." fervent spoken words next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Arthur

He never felt jealousy before. Being a rotten flirt, Arthur is used to be the reason for that emotion, he never thought it could happen to him.

Trying to hide his feelings he'd cover them with playful words and actions. But when a male approaches you and gets too close, he won't think twice to make clear you are HIS girlfriend, holding you at your waist, whisking you away.

Deep inside Arthur has the feeling he doesn't deserve you, so he is afraid to loose you and gets easily jealous. He wouldn't like to admit it to you , worried he could scare you off.

But you are not able to overlook the pout and scowl on his handsome face or to overhear the truth hidden behind his joking words, irrelevant how much he tries to mask his feelings.

Arthur has a deep longing for your reassurance in words and body language, he needs your touch so bad, be prepared for exhausting, delightful hours between the sheets after he got jealous.

You are sitting on the couch in Arthur's room, rambling about your day with Vincent. Lately he gives you advices in painting techniques and you enjoy them, happy to make progress in your hobby. Arthur looks up from the papers with a smile, sitting at his desk.

"Darling, you sound really happy. I know you enjoy painting with Vincent, but are you sure you didn't decide secretly to leave your filthy boyfriend for this pure angel, Luv?" Arthur chuckles. For a split second a hurt expression appears in his loving gaze and his voice didn't sound as lighthearted as it should. You set your cup of coffee down with a surprised look on your face. "Are you jealous?"

A slight rose tints his cheeks as he pulls his gaze away.

You hurry over to him cupping his face and locking eyes. "Arthur, you are the only one for me. You are the love of my life, you know that, don't you?" Your thumbs caress his cheeks.

Arthur's big blue eyes waver at your words and he inhales deeply.

"You have no right to be this adorable" he whispers with a husky voice as he pulls you on his lap. Kissing your lips ardently his fingers already unbutton your blouse. "Say that again, luv" he smiles at your lips. "And then I'll make sure you won't ever forget that you are MY adorable girlfriend" he breathes at your skin as his lips travel from your jaw to the neck.

Le Comte

Comte seems to be always so calm and thoughtful, but when it comes up to you all this is nothing but dust in the wind. He waited for you and your love for centuries, now that you are his he's confronted with the deepest fear of loosing you.

Also he is insecure inside, thinking he doesn't deserve someone so precious like you (are you surprised?). This uncertainty is more fuel to the fire of the jealousy that rages in his heart.

Despite his always graceful and sublime conduct le Comte is very passionate and possessive. He can't bear another man touching you, even it is only your hair. On the other side he wants you to live freely, interacting with the other residents as usual. So he would get jealous real quick, but:

Wearing a mask of gentlemanly behavior and used to lock up his feelings you wouldn't notice his jealousy until it's "too late". Maybe it was only you and Leonardo in the library, sticking heads together and giggling about something. Maybe it was a stranger at the market, picking up an apple for you that dropped to the floor, holding your delicate hand while putting the apple into it.

When he corners you after that in his room, there'll be no escape. Le Comte will make sure that you're his, taking possession of your body and mind until there is nothing left but thinking of him and moaning his name. He will only stop when you pass out due to the overwhelming passion.

Le Comte cocks slightly an eyebrow due to the sight that is presented to him in the library. Arthur stands in front of the bookshelfs, carrying you bridal-style. "What happened?" he asks with honest concern. "Oh, our pretty dove wanted to spread her wings. I catched her as she fell from the ladder" Arthur replies lighthearted. "Luv, if you want my touch so bad, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to risk your health to get it" smirking he looks deep in your eyes. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you hit him at his shoulder. "Put me down, Arthur!" With a wry chuckle he lets you go, giving le Comte an amused sideways glance. "Okay, my performance as a hero is over, back to work then." With these words Arthur leaves the library and you exhale, looking concerned over to the pureblood. "You know that it was only an accident? I feel a bit embarrassed and.." Le Comte cuts you off, smiling gently.

"Ma cherie, don't worry. I understand what happened, everything is fine."

With a relieved smile you pick up the dropped books "I should have known, that something stupid like this doesn't concern you..."

You hear a sharp inhale and look up. His expression is serious, his eyes burn like melting gold in a furnace. Approaching you with slow, predatory steps he asks softly "When did I say I don't care?"

With a fluid move he pins you against the bookshelf, kissing you senseless. You both pant for air as he breaks the kiss. "I await you in my room. Now. Your chores are done for today." Comte leaves you with trembling legs.

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