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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,775

Kota

I knocked on the door before opening it, letting Jake and I into my childhood home. "Hello, we're here!" I yell out into the huge open entry way of the house. "We're in the Kitchen!" I hear my lovely mother shout back to us. I begin to lead Jake through the entryway of the home, stopping by the photos on the walls, "We'll be there in just a second!" I say back to them.

I rub small circles on Jake's back while he looks over the photos of my family, I could only assume that he's missing the hell out of his family right now. I've known him since our plebe summer in the Naval Academy, and from knowing him from that time about 5-6 years ago at this point he's only gone home a time or two, once during the Academy, and the other being right before we started in Lemoore.

I speak softly, "You okay?" he just nods to me. I reach my hand out for his hand, "Why don't we go see Ice and Mom, I know it's not your immediate family, but they are your home away from home family. Why, because I just said so." He chuckles at my goofiness, and takes my hand and intertwines our fingers together.

"Just up here, on the right." I say guiding him to the kitchen. As soon as we enter the kitchen both Ice and Mom are quick to pull both Jake and I into a group hug. "You both look so good." My mother Sarah says to us. "We made brownies for you both Ma'am." Jake says a little nervously. I rub small circles into the backside of his hand with my thumb, while I introduce Jake to my Mother.

"Mom this is Jake, my best friend since the Academy and Situationship, and Jake this is my wonderful mother Sarah, who has not only put up with my scary life choices, but also Ice's, she's a saint and a half." A light rosy pink blush takes over my mothers cheeks at my compliment, as she tries to play it off like she's just an average person. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ma'am." Jake says with a little bit of his Southern drawl slipping out. "The pleasure is mine, and no need for formalities honey, you can call me Sarah."

Ice clears his throat before asking in a rougher than normal voice, "May I speak to Jake for a moment? Koty, would you mind helping your mother finish up preparing lunch?" Ice stands, waiting for Jake to hand the brownies over to me, and then follows Ice down the hall to his office, Ice stopping at the door to allow Jake to enter first.

I take the brownies and lay them on the counter near the rest of the food that my parents have already prepared and set out. "Momma what do you need help with?" I ask. "Could you help me prepare the pasta salad, and chef salad." I nod to her, "Of course Momma." We both get to work helping each other grab the items necessary for the two salads.

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Jake

I follow Admiral Kazansky down the hallway, until he stops at a door on the right hand side, he opens it for me and allows me to walk in first. As I enter the room, I notice all the medals and trophies, and all things Navy on the wall. At a closer glance I notice some of the items are not only his, but some of them are Kota's as well. Ice shuts the door behind him, and takes a seat at the desk in the room, and I take up a spot in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"I notice how close you are to Koty" he begins, as I nod to him, "If something were to happen to me, son could you promise you'd take care of her?" I give Ice a very concerned look but nod before speaking, "Sir, I would do my very best." He nods back to me before beginning again, "Listen Jake, you can't tell her I've told you this first, but we are about to deliver some very heavy news to her. I want you to be aware, Koty has a tendency to get flighty when something bad happens. After she lost contact with Rooster, she walled up, She almost didn't even continue on with going to the Academy. I'm telling you all of this because we're about to tell her I have cancer, and she's going to wall up, and she might try to push you away, but stay on her."

I lean forward, placing my hands near my temples and rubbing them for a moment. "Sir, I know you heard Kota mention to Sarah earlier that we are in a situationship currently. I know your daughter is the one for me, but I did want to ask you as she's your only daughter, if it would be okay that I ask her to be my girlfriend?" Ice smiles softly to me before saying, "Jake, I see a lot of myself in you, the way you look at her, and I definitely saw how you treated her once you guys pulled up in the driveway. Ever since she met you, she hasn't stopped raving about all the good things about you. You would have my blessing to ask her to be your girlfriend, so long as you promise not to hurt my little girl."

"I promise I will do my best to never hurt her, Sir." I said back as confidently as I could. "Jake, what are your intentions with my daughter?" Ice questions and I knew something like this was coming, I mean who wouldn't want to know what their only daughter was getting into. "Sir, I only want to provide her with a never ending amount of support and love. I want to push her to continue to do great things, show her that she can continue on your legacy without anyone thinking nepotism. I want to cherish her for everything that she is, because believe it or not, she's made me the best version of myself already, and I would love to still be ever evolving with her by my side." I say with a flush creeping its way along my cheeks.

Ice stares at me his hand on his chin rubbing softly, nodding along to my words, "As long as you never dampen that spark that we instilled into her, I'm sure I wouldn't want her to be with anyone else, like I said before I see so much of myself in you, I know you'll be a good match for my little girl." I stand from my seat and reach out my hand towards him, he puts up his hand in front of mine and shakes his head no, as he walks around the desk to me, taking me into his arms, hugging me, "please protect her." He whispers to me. I hug him back and whisper back, "with my life Sir."

We begin to make our way out of Ice's office, and down the hallway back towards the kitchen. I stand in the kitchen doorway with Ice as we take in the sight of our girls, goofing off and joking around with each other, much like how Kota and I were last night. I smile softly, enjoying watching this interaction between Kota and her mother.

It pains me to know that these sweet music like laughs and giggles are only a fleeting moment in time, and that Kota's parents are about to drop a huge bombshell on her. Only for those sweet laughs and giggles to be replaced by sobs, and heartbreak. I mask my feelings well with a ridiculous smile as I soak in the fleeting moments. I think I caught a quick moment of Kota looking back at Ice and I but I can't be certain.

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Kota

I hear the floor creak just ever so softly, and I look over my shoulder to see both Ice and Jake watching my mom and I. "Don't look now, but we have company." I say very hushed to my mother. She continues on telling me the funny story of my father Ice on one of their dates. She had previously asked about Jake and I, and I gave in and indulged her in a little bit of our dating life, and how our first date was a setup from Tate and Javy. She thought that was the funniest thing in the world, but ultimately loved what she's known of Jake so far.

"Hey stalkers! Why don't you guys help us set the table?" I joke towards Ice and Jake, they both come in the kitchen, "What do you need help with?" Ice asked. My mother Sarah points to the dishware with the pair of tongs she was using, "Could you put the plates on the table dear?" she asks Ice. He obliges but not before stealing a kiss on my mother's cheek, then grabs the dishes and starts setting the table. "I could help too, what do you need?" Jake asks. "Well uh, here!" I say handing him the silverware already wrapped in napkins, "Want to follow Ice, and set these down?" He nods, taking the silverware from me.

After the table was set, my mother and I brought in the family style meal and set it down on the lazy susan in the middle of the table. We all take each other's hands, saying a quick grace and then we all start digging into our dinner, laughing and chattering and just having a good time. At one point during dinner and chatting I feel Jake reach over and grab my leg, rubbing small circles into my thigh. I grab the hand that is on my thigh and give it a light squeeze. When Mom and Ice aren't looking, I mouth to Jake, "You alright?" He nods to me, and leans over and I whisper, "Okay just checking on you, hopefully Ice didn't scare you too much earlier." Jake chuckles, "Oh quite the opposite darlin'."

Once we had finished dinner, I went into the kitchen and brought out the brownies Jake and I had made. When I returned to the table, I felt like the mood instantly shifted, but I tried to brush it off as everyone was just full, and now kind of tired. "Koty, why don't you sit back down for a moment, your mother and I have something we need to share with you." I look over to Jake, who now has pushed his chair a little further out from the table and has his arms open to me. I place the brownies down on the table, and sit down on Jake's lap, as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. "Oh, uh okay, what's going on?" I question looking between my parents.

Ice clears his throat, and my mother begins, "Remember that doctor's appointment your father had, a few days after you both started Top Gun?" I nod starting to feel uneasy, and Jake picks up on that immediately and releases one arm from my waist and places it on my back rubbing small soft circles. "Yeah I do remember, what did they say?"

Jake places a soft kiss on my shoulder, as my mother says, "Honey, your father has Cancer." It takes a moment for the words to register, Cancer, the legendary and untouchable Iceman, has cancer. "Cancer?" I croak out trying to hold back tears. They both nod to me, before Ice looks up at me with tears welling in his eyes, "It's currently Stage 1, we caught it early, they hope to start me on Chemotherapy and possibly Radiation therapy, starting this week."

The world spins quickly at first before coming to an abrupt halt. I'm now extremely dizzy, and trying to process everything that was just spoken. "I uh..." I pause for a quick moment, "uh, excuse me." I say getting up and running from the table, up the stairs towards my old childhood bedroom. I hear Jake call out, "Kota!" but he's stopped by Ice and Sarah, who are probably telling him to give me some time.

I quickly get inside the bedroom door, tears streaming down my face like a river after a fresh rainfall. After shutting the door I place my back to it, and slide down to the floor while pulling my phone out of my pocket. I fumble a little bit, the phone falling out of my hand and onto the floor. I pick it back up, and struggle to flip through the contacts on the phone trying to find one name in particular. As soon as I find it, I click on the number and press call. "Come on, pick up, pick up." I whisper through broken sobs and gasps of air. "Bradley damn it pick up!" I curse. The line clicks on the other end, and for a split second I have hope before I hear, "Your call could not be completed as dialed."

I grumble a slew of profanities, before lightly tossing my phone onto my bed, and bringing my knees to my chest, and burying my face into my knees. Five minutes later I get up off the floor, walk over to my bed, and grab my phone. I try to call Bradley again, only to get the same error message as before. I sigh giving up on trying, he's probably out on deployment and has no service.

I hear a knock on my door a few minutes later, followed by a very concerned, "Darlin'?" I sniffle, and mumble just loud enough for him to hear, "Come in." Jake takes no time coming in the door and shutting it behind himself. He gets to the side of my bed in about 3 large steps, and wraps me in a tight hug. I break down into a sobbing mess all over again in his arms. He pulls back to look over my features, he softly brings his hands up to cup both of my cheeks using his thumbs to softly wipe the tears off my cheeks. He places the softest and gentle kiss upon my forehead, afraid if he does any harder I might just fall apart.

He sits down against my headboard, and pulls me into his lap, as I curl up into a ball in his embrace. I bury my face into his neck, as he rubs soothing circles on my back. He mumbles sweet nothings, and encouragements to me. He doesn't fault me at all for the outburst at the table, he just holds me close to him, and gives me all the time I need. I eventually ended up falling asleep in his arms, worn out from all the crying. He pulls the blanket up over the both of us.

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Jake

I hear a knock upon Kota's door before, Ice is slowly opening the door and peeking in, checking on us. "How is she?" he whispers. I look down to her tear stained face, but know that she's out for the night, "She's quite upset, but for now asleep." I whisper back to him. He nods, "Thank you for being here for her Jake, she's really going to need you in case this treatment doesn't work out." he whispers again. I nod to him, still rubbing small circles into Kota's back. "If she's up to it in the morning I'll bring her down and let you guys talk, for now I'm just going to let her rest." I whisper across the room to Ice. He nods back to me, whispering, "Thanks again Jake." and closes the door softly leaving Kota and I in her room.

I look around her room taking in the childhood room of the girl I love. I see photos of her and who I assume is Bradley, some photos of her family, some with her mother, some with Ice and some with both parents. There is one photo of Ice, baby Kota, and Slider, another photo has baby Kota, Sarah and Ice, Maverick, Penny and a young boy I'm assuming is Bradley once again, and Slider. I notice numerous instruments strewn about the room. There are some medals and different trophies all around. I pull Kota tighter against me and sigh.

"Oh Darlin', I know this is going to be hard, but I'm not going anywhere." I whisper to the sleeping girl snuggled into my chest, I rest my head on top of hers, and attempt to drift off to sleep for the night.

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legacyofacat · 10 months ago

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[5] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Chapter 5

"What are you doing?"

Kongō's question was a fair one, in all honesty, seeing as Zeitwächter was turning the package of pencils this and that way as if checking for fake money (at one point Kongō could swear the battleship barely held back from holding it in front of the sun).

"I'm suspicious."

Obvious-fucking-ly.

"Where the hell did she get those colour pencils from?"

"From the supplier??"

"But in these trying times it's really hard to get your hands on Faber-Castell! Especially for a small and secluded art shop like that."

Kongō was going to punch her.

If that was as well as an established art shop as it seemed to be, then they of course had their business contacts who could deliver even now. Also, this was the European mainland, not some remote island depending on sea trade to survive – and wasn't Faber-Castell German!?

Zeitwächter was unaware of the impending doom looming beside her but stored her prey away, petting Churchgrim and then, beaming like the idiot she was, turned to Kongō: "What do you wanna do?"

"I don't know. What do people normally do in this situation?"

"I don't know."

…What.

She put a hand on her chest as if proud: "I'm the most introverted (and lazy) ship in the entire fleet! That’s kinda bad in this situation, though.“

Churchgrim yipped as if admitting to the errors of his sister, which earned him a pet because… he was Churchgrim, Kongō guessed.

Zeitwächter sighed: „If only this were a game so that we had some quests to do together and beat up some fuckers.“

„…You don‘t seem introverted.“

The most introverted that girl had ever been was back on Hawaii when she’d been acting all cool and dramatic — since then she‘d been busy being an absolute dork.

„Gay for you, introverted for others“, then she had the guts to wink.

„Mhm“, Kongō was at a loss of words, what a mood, „what do you normally do in your free time?“

„I read, I draw, I write…“, she took a moment to think, completely forgetting the obvious fact of gamer and then pointed at her brother, „I have a dog.“

You sure do.

All of this was fine and all, but the main problem was still standing in the room like a very obnoxious skyscraper.

Kongō ended up deciding for them: "Let's go back first, we can decide later."

"Ok."

Churchgrim and Zeitwächter followed the blonde like two lost puppies.

When they had stepped back on their ships, nothing exciting had happened, much to Zeitwächter’s chagrin.

Can’t we just trigger a plot point or something? I really want to show her the world outside the Fog…, just as the battleship was sighing and thinking this, a contact appeared on her sonar.

She looked over to Kongō from underneath her eyelashes and then remembered that she, apart from Nachi, had the best ears in the Fog and that Kongō had absolutely no chance to have detected the new arrival yet.

"Kon-chama!", Zeitwächter preened at the attention she was gifted immediately, "don't get a scare now, but a contact will enter your detection range soon – that's SW2 – please don't shoot her!"

"I won't."

As long as SW2 showed no sign of aggression there wouldn’t be any problems.

Nonetheless, Kongō amped up her scanners, just in case, and kept her distance when the satellite surveillance submarine finally surfaced beside Zeitwächter.

"Hello!", the battleship beamed, "you good?"

SW2 was a silent one, in fact, if it were possible for the Fog then she would've been mute – as it stood, she was officially classified as selective mute even if that wasn't exactly correct either.

Anyway, the Mental Model climbed up and out of her ship, an envelope securely under one arm and nodded up to Zeitwächter, holding it up.

Zeitwächter took the envelope, thanked SW2 and opened it, taking a minute or two to read through the letter inside: "Aha? Fleet Flagship is kinda mad, eh?"

The submarine shrugged.

"Kon-chama! Our quest just dropped!"

Kongō cocked her eyebrows.

"We're sadly going to America!", Zeitwächter looked like she wanted to die.

"Why?"

"Welp", the battleship bounded over her deck to Kongō’s and held the letter up, "turns out it's almost August again!"

The blonde crossed her arms: "What's with your calendar?"

"Fucked up. Anyway, we gotta get flowers or an entire flower wreath before we can go."

Can't you just synthesise them?, Kongō wanted to ask, but then decided against it because if Zeitwächter wanted to be extra then let her.

"But we're not going back to Italia for this-"

A message from SW2 popped up in front of her which just read "Italy*" to which she answered with a "shut the fuck up" in a tone that made it obvious that they had friendly banter like that quite often.

Then, the air shifted around the two capital ships as if Zeitwächter had chosen to banish her cheery attitude and revive the version buried on Hawaii: "May I abduct you to China, My Lady?"

A breeze played with her hair, turning it even wilder and the blood red sky caused by the setting sun gave her a dangerous air, eyes almost burning orange in the last of the dying light.

Kongō couldn't breathe.

Not that she needed to anyway, but if she did, then she wouldn't have been able to.

"...You may", she said after catching herself, accepting the invitation.

Zeitwächter smiled and then returned to her own deck to report back to SW2, leaving Kongō to her own thoughts.

Taking a second to recompose herself, Kongō sat on the bench in front of the piano and settled her head on a hand, accepting the smile growing on her face.

Annoying.

One of the seagulls accompanying her at all times settled beside her, angling its head and squawking in interest.

Kongō looked at the bird: “Aren’t you a brave one?”

It squawked and then continued to clean its feathers, not caring a bit about whether it was brave or not and instead resting on the still warm surface of the instrument.

“Kon-chama”, Zeitwächter settled on her own railing, legs dangling freely and inevitably hitting her own body from time to time, Churchgrim behind her, “shall we go?”

She sat up orderly again, noticing that the sun had almost fully vanished by now: “Lead the way.”

“For you I shall always”, the battleship rested a hand on her chest as if making an oath and then turned westwards, leading their flotilla on while SW2 slinked off towards Amalfi.

Zeitwächter was just silently staring at Kongō, the blonde reciprocating calmly.

This went on for a while, more and more seagulls settling on the fast battleship for the night.

Finally, Zeitwächter broke the pleasant silence only disturbed by the regular sound of bows cutting through water: “Can you play the piano, Kon-chama?”

“I taught Maya how to”, she caressed the instrument softly, like she might have Maya’s Union Core if it were lying in her hand.

“Really? Can you teach me too?”

Kongō paused: “You would be interested in that?”

Her head moved up and down in a nod: “I always wanted to, but never did in the end.”

The blonde smiled: “Alright. Then I will teach you.”

Zeitwächter smiled, eyes closing afterwards and staying like that as if she were dozing,

“Tired?”

Churchgrim yawned loudly before his sister could answer: “Exhausted, mostly. I don’t have as much energy as I used to have.”

That was something Kongō wanted to ask about too, but she didn’t deem the situation fitting yet, so she said something else instead: “If you’re exhausted then you should rest.”

"Hm~, on you?"

It was meant as a joke, but Kongō actually moved the hand in her lap to invite her over, expression the slightest amount of smugness.

Churchgrim and Zeitwächter both blinked, looked at each other and then she brought her brother into her arms and shortened the distance between the two ship bodies with a leap, setting him down and sitting by Kongō's feet, head in her lap, confused.

The truth was, Maya liked to sleep, even if she hadn’t needed it as a Fleet of Fog ship and especially not as… doll, and had often fallen asleep on Kongō as they had been sitting together, so it was not a strange thing for her.

Zeitwächter, on the other hand, someone who also liked to sleep even if it wasn't necessary but never had been allowed to sleep on anyone since she became… well, Zeitwächter, was struck dumb.

"Is this really alright?"

"From my side it is."

"Oh", she blinked, turning her head into a more comfortable position when Kongō's hand came up to pet her head, "I see."

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yujofficial · 1 year ago

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Cost & Benefits of UX Design

A pivotal topic of discussion in every business circle these days is — the impact of UX design on businesses. Especially now that digital transformation has become the way forward. We’re pulling back the curtain on how some of the big companies invest in design. What is their golden advice to businesses that are just starting, or established businesses that are design-unaware? And hence losing out on the big business differentiator, i.e., UX design.

Sneha (Host): Sudeep, you work at Schlumberger — oil & gas — a complex domain. Specific to your domain with the context of the current pandemic, what are the future opportunities for UX design?

Sudeep: The pandemic has essentially helped us to reimagine everything. How we work, think through our operating models, and the processes. So many companies like ours are coming up with apps that help you with contact tracing, helping you with facilities. We have developed a similar product within two weeks. One of the chief concerns the stakeholders have is the time it takes to go through the whole process of research to execution. That needs to be accelerated and evolved. So, we ensure to deliver within 2/3 weeks. We have delivered a first of such MVP products to Saudi Arabia to 600 users and are now taking it to 6 other countries soon. We’re scaling up the product for these new users.

With the pandemic, we are working on a lot of these critical products. Times like these, the products help you realize the importance of UX. We have also created a space where we invite all our businesses to go through a design thinking workshop together. It has been a wonderful success story so far.

I think every bad time creates opportunities. Opportunities that we cultivate in products, we are proud of as a company.

Sneha: Vikram, what will be your piece of advice to design-unaware businesses out there, who are still trying to crack the code?

Vikram: When I embarked on my entrepreneurial journey, we were conceptualizing the platform. You can ideate and innovate many things. But how do you know for certain that these specific features are the most salient features of a product, how do you know these will click in the market? The answer is thorough research. I feel the early research is a terrific tool for success. You need not have an enormous budget to do this. If you want to enhance your customer experience journey, you can only do that when you have the right product the first time. Know what your customers want and build things around it. It will change the dynamics of your success.

Sneha: Coming to you Samir, I know you agree with the points put forth by both our panelists. In your opinion, how do you relate to the cost versus value of UX design?

Samir: Cost is a perception. So is value. When you pay lakhs of rupees for your child’s education, you look at it as an investment. But, when you buy a car, you spend some money and get value out of it. So in a way, it is about the perception game. Especially in design, it is about knowing what you can get out of design. I’ve seen customers go from being UX-unaware to being UX-mature.

Sneha: How do you explain the value of UX design to ignorant product managers? What is your advice for the designers who find themselves in such scenarios?

Sudeep: Here’s an intriguing thought. I believe this situation is something that you will face every time you want to start something new. Even if it is not your boss, at least you believe in the power of design thinking. On a positive note, at least you have the responsibility to make change happen in the company. Because, if you are not convinced, it will be difficult for you to turn your boss towards UX. There are so many companies that have established the user first approaches as mandatory. I would suggest present these case studies, do your research, and then convince your boss.

Sneha: How should stakeholders work with their design teams or communicate the message so that you get a better output through the designs?

Vikram: Quite a few years ago, we were toying with the idea of building an in-house design team. That time everyone had this perception that beautiful, interactive screen is what design is. Some of our stakeholders felt the design teams are not delivering attractive enough designs. At the same time, I was doing a bit of research as to how to deliver customer delight. And I came across the UXD process. After I visited some of the studios when I came back, I presented my research. I used this research to prove why the stakeholders will be successful if we implement the UXD process. Though, this was a repetitive process that went on for quite a while. That is when we used a pilot to showcase how we have a better chance of improving our matrices with UXD. It only proves that if they understand that their business success lies in the UXD, you will get there.

Sneha: Let’s consider companies right from a startup to a multi-billionaire company, what is your advice for these organizations to approach UX?

Samir: For a start-up company, it is all about survival. For bigger businesses, they are already providing value to the customers in a way. In any case, you need an inside champion — one who commits to the budget for UX. Hiring talent or agency should be the approach. Start small, show value. Once stakeholders are on-board and confident about it — go big. One crucial thing I implemented was to go and directly approach the salespeople. As they stay in touch with the customers so, they understand their pain better. Make sure to blow your horn when you get that first win. It will take you a little farther.

Any product is only as good as its product manager.

Sneha: Sudeep, can you shed some light on what in your view are some of these short term and long term benefits of UX design?

Sudeep: Long term benefit is always the ROI. Though, know that ROI is inherent. We are not chasing the numbers in the process. The short term goal should be your users’ satisfaction and every other benefit that can be built on that. It will help user adoption increase in numbers and in turn increase the profits for the business.

UX design impacts the short term as well as the long term business goals. Design can redefine businesses when used at a strategic level. For us designers and design evangelists, the key is to remember that you have to start small. Demonstrate the value UX is adding to the business and increase the value over time.

You have to get it right the first time. And to do that, you need to solve the right problems for the right users.

Here is an article you might be interested in. Benefits and ROI of UX Design

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martynnikkpharma · 2 years ago

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priceof-freedom · 3 years ago

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Fanfic: Emergency Contact

GIF by @rioliv

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: The doctor couldn’t find any record of an emergency contact, but Rick was lucid enough to call for you. Part of the Made to Heal series.

Rating: Honestly? It’s mostly fluff.

A/N: I am not a medical professional, so please please suspend your disbelief with some of the things written here. This is also my first attempt at a DCEU fic. Hoping you’d be kind!

Word Count: 3.9k

You used to actually enjoy being in a hospital. It once fascinated you to no end, trying to take in and learn as much as you can.

Now, however, you understood why so many others abhorred being in such a place. You realized that it was the waiting that turned everything into hell on earth. It hadn’t even been that long, perhaps an hour tops; but every minute seemed to have stretched tenfold. One thing you were grateful for, however, was that you weren’t waiting alone.

They must have been quite the sight in the waiting room: Dubois, unabashedly lying horizontally across a row of chairs behind you, and Harley, still clutching that god-forbidden javelin which she had somehow managed to sneak through security. Cleo volunteered to stay with Nananue in the van they commandeered upon reaching the city; another thing you were grateful for. You wouldn’t have known how to explain the presence of a shark in a hospital waiting room, and thankfully you didn’t need to figure that out. Plus, Dubois also had the presence of mind to order everyone to clean up and change out of their grimy and bloody battle gear. Yet another addition to your growing list of things to be thankful for.

“You guys don’t need to stay,” you had informed everyone else upon your arrival.

There was a general murmur of dissent, from which one of the more dominant voices was Nananue’s adamant exclamation of “Friend stay!”. Dubois’ insistence that they do accompany you was the deciding verdict. He did, however, hastily add, “Well, it’s not like we have anywhere else to go.” Right, of course, but you hoped he saw the gratitude in your responding smile.

You were only mildly surprised that you hadn’t headed back to the medical facility of Belle Reve. Presumably, it had something to do with the deal Dubois cut with Waller. Whatever the details of that were, you could probably process that later on. Right now, your primary focus was on Rick. The logical part of your brain knew that you might be waiting for quite a while, but the emotional part was definitely not thinking straight. You wanted answers, and you wanted them now. You were about to stand up and ask the receptionist again for updates, but a large hand from behind you stopped you.

“Don’t,” grunted Dubois. You opened your mouth to protest, but he grunted again and pointed to the doctor approaching.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” said the doctor. It didn’t sound like he was delivering any bad news, and that gave you some semblance of relief. Dubois had now gotten up from lying on the chairs, and Harley, who was being uncharacteristically quiet, tore her focus away from the javelin and towards the doctor.

“Right,” began the doctor, warily eyeing the javelin, but introduced himself anyway and wasted no time in updating them. “Colonel Flag is in stable condition, and whoever did his first aid definitely saved his life.”

“Oh you hear that, puddin’?” exclaimed Harley, speaking up for the first time in a while. She then turned to the doctor and excitedly told him, “That was all this girlie right here!!”

As the combat medic of the team, it was truly your duty to attend to anyone’s physical injuries whenever needed. But it was also your duty as Rick’s… well, you just needed him to be alive. When you heard Cleo announce to Dubois what Peacemaker had done, you felt like the ground beneath you was nonexistent (and it had nothing to do with Starro wreaking havoc on Jotunheim). At the time, you had no choice but to flee the building with the rest of the team and deal with the reality that he was dead.

It was nothing short of miraculous, then, that after the dust had settled and the starfish kaiju was defeated, a bloodied and heavily injured, but definitely still alive, Rick Flag emerged from the rubble of Jotunheim.

What happened next was a blurry mess of activity that you couldn’t recount if someone had asked. All you knew was that he was alive and you had to make sure he stayed alive by whatever means necessary.

The doctor nodded appreciatively at you and continued. “But on to more serious business. There are some other administrative matters that need to be arranged. We could not find any record of his emergency contact, but the colonel was lucid enough to briefly mention that his wife had accompanied him.” He eyed you and Harley expectantly, but it seemed like he was more cautious when it came to Harley.

“Mate,” snorted Dubois. “You sure he’s lucid? He might have a concussion. He’s definitely not—”

You cleared your throat and cut Dubois mid-sentence. “Um, yes… that would be me.”

Dubois suddenly fell silent and Harley dropped her javelin with a loud clang against the hospital floor. You could feel both of their gazes boring holes in you, but you trained your eyes to focus only on the doctor. Thankfully, the doctor tactfully ignored the reactions of your companions and handed you a clipboard with paperwork. He continued on with some routine medical questions, all while ignoring the stares of your teammates. (“Any allergies to medication?” asked the doctor.

“None that I know of,” you responded. “But if I may make a special request: I know it’s not standard practice, but don’t let him know that you’re using any kind of NSAIDs to help with the pain. The man has a bit of an issue with pride and always refuses them.”

The doctor chuckled and answered, “I’ll see what I can do.”)

Once the doctor was satisfied with your responses, he turned to address all three of you again. “There is one more thing,” he said. Your face must have fallen and looked panicked because he quickly added, “It’s nothing too serious, but Colonel Flag did lose a lot of blood, and we may be in need of donations. His dog tags indicate his type is A+. Now, we can always get from the blood bank, and donations of a different type are still welcome. But it would be ideal to get donations of the same type.”

“I can donate,” you offered immediately. “Rick and I have the same type.”

“Same here,” piped up Dubois.

“Excellent,” said the doctor. “We’ll get the process started right away. Mrs. Flag, if you could—”

“Sergeant,” you corrected.

“Sergeant Flag,” repeated the doctor. You didn’t have the heart to correct him further about the surname, as you weren’t legally taking Rick’s name (yet). But hearing it for the first time made you all tingly inside, and now you realized you couldn’t get enough of the sound of it.

“And um, Mister…?” continued the doctor, eyeing your companion.

“Dubois,” he supplied.

“If you could both follow me, and we can get you set up,” said the doctor.

You turned to look at Harley and asked, “Will you be okay on your own for a bit?”

“Oh dontcha worry about me, Mrs. Flag,” she said impishly. “I’ll be right here when ya get back.”

You rolled your eyes at Harley, but smiled at her anyway. Both you and Dubois made to follow the doctor out of the waiting room and into one of the many hallways. With you and him keeping pace a few strides behind the doctor, he took this opportunity to harangue you for the bombshell you had just dropped.

“Oi,” Dubois whispered harshly after elbowing you. “When were you going to tell the rest of us that you and Flag got hitched?”

That earned another eye roll from you, but you were still smiling. To be honest, it felt quite good for others to actually know about it. “Since when was it anybody’s business?” you retorted.

“Oh come on!” groaned Dubois, but you could tell it was good-naturedly. “I actually had money riding on this one.”

“You what?” you whisper-yelled incredulously.

“Oh yeah, whole team was in on it. Granted, we thought you were just stupidly pining after each other,” he said. “You didn’t think you were hiding the tension between you two pretty well, did you?”

All you could do was laugh. You knew that you weren’t great at hiding just how often you stared at your husband, but you hadn’t expected that everyone noticed and was actually betting on it.

“Me and Quinn bet you’d finally cave when we finish the damn mission, and Cazo said you’d wait until we get back. Even the dickhead Peacema—” Dubois cut himself off, probably at the sight of your response to hearing rip-off Captain America’s name, or likely also because of his own feelings towards your former toilet-seat-wearing team mate. He cleared his throat and continued, “Well, none of us ended up winning though, did we?”

Forcing thoughts of your husband’s would-be murderer aside, you chuckled again and gave Dubois a small smile. You both kept walking, following behind the doctor in silence for a few more moments.

After a while, Dubois spoke up again and asked, “It was because of Waller, innit?”

“Yeah,” you replied, so softly that you weren’t sure if he heard you. But he nodded in understanding, so he must have. “We had to keep anything she can use against us under wraps. She definitely suspects that we’re in a relationship, but I’m sure she never discovered we got married.”

Another beat of silence hovered between them. You thought that that had ended the conversation, but Dubois had one more thing to add.

“You don’t have to worry about Waller ever again.”

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The nurse eventually let you go after about half an hour. Dubois finished his own pre-screening process much quicker than you, and was free to return to the waiting room. You encountered some unforeseen complications with yours, with you suddenly feeling lightheaded when they took a blood sample. The nurse decided to keep you for a little while longer, to monitor your pulse and blood pressure. Once it was all clear, the nurse allowed you to rejoin the others and you would be called back if you’re eligible to donate.

The lightheadedness probably came from the fatigue and the stress of the mission, you reasoned to yourself. Nevermind the fact that you have been feeling nauseous slightly more than usual in the week leading up to leaving for Corto Maltese. You had chalked it up to your gut feeling telling you that this would not be just any run-of-the-mill assignment that Task Force X had to carry out. Truly, your gut feeling was correct; it almost ended in Rick’s death. So that was definitely the cause of the unease… right?

When you returned, Harley wasted no time in pestering you with all the questions she could think of. She covered it all: when did it happen, how did he propose, where did you go on your honeymoon, and most importantly (according to her) was he good in bed.

“Harley!” you admonished, turning absolutely red in the face.

“Jesus Christ,” grumbled Dubois. “I do not need to hear this.”

“I do, I do!” chanted Harley, almost petulantly. “I bet he’s a monster in the sheets.”

You just buried your head in your hands as Dubois groaned in annoyance and Harley cackled in glee. The instinct to deny any involvement with Rick was still strong, after nearly two years of doing so. Both of you had ingrained in yourselves to never let anything slip, lest the information be taken as ammunition against you. But now, you realized, there was no need to keep hiding. Like Dubois had said, you didn’t need to worry about Amanda Waller or ARGUS ever again.

Well, that still didn’t mean you would freely offer up information like that. You’d still prefer to keep it as close to the vest as possible. Luckily, further questioning was halted when you were approached by the doctor again.

“Sergeant Flag?” the doctor called your attention. “If I may have a word in private?”

“Oh, here is fine, doc,” you dismissed. “I don’t mind them hearing anything else. They do know already that I’m married after all.”

The doctor coughed a little nervously and asked, “Are you sure, sergeant?”

“Absolutely,” you assured.

“Alright then. Sergeant, I’m afraid you’re not eligible to donate blood today,” the doctor began cautiously.

You frowned. As far as you knew, you were in perfect health (the minor injuries from the mission notwithstanding). “Is it an iron deficiency? Or lack of sleep?” you questioned.

“You’re pregnant, sergeant.”

Harley’s javelin dropped with yet another loud clang to the floor.

“Harley!” you and Dubois chastised simultaneously.

Harley looked even more flustered than you were, as though she were the one receiving the news of an impending pregnancy. “I’m sorry!” she exclaimed as she scrambled to pick up the weapon. You should probably get that away from the hospital, but that wasn’t the matter at hand.

“I know this might come as a shock…” continued the doctor, even more cautiously than before.

“Pregnant?” you said incredulously. “Are you sure, doctor?”

“We can run some tests to be absolutely certain,” responded the doctor. “But from the screening sample we took earlier, it was enough to deduce the extremely high likelihood of pregnancy.”

That had stunned you to silence. You and Rick weren’t exactly trying for a child, and you were well aware that protection wasn’t 100% effective at prevention. You also knew that there had been a handful of times when you were less than responsible, usually after a particularly hard day at work. And of all the times for this to happen, it had to be now. Rick definitely had some surprises waiting for him when he woke up.

Dubois eventually broke the silence and asked, “Just how many surprises are you and Flag planning to drop on us today?”

Harley cackled again.

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Another hour or two passed before you were able to finally see Rick. Dubois had finished donating blood earlier, with no other surprises or complications thankfully. You nearly had to force him and Harley out of the hospital to get some food and to check on both Cleo and Nananue. You almost forgot about the latter two, but Dubois assured you that the pair were likely just napping in the van. Eventually, they relented (mostly because Harley started complaining about hunger) and they promised to return as soon as they could.

The doctor returned to bring you to Rick’s room and explained the state of his condition along the way. His recovery process may be long, the doctor warned. He suffered some internal injuries, but those were not as bad as the external ones he incurred at the hands of Peacemaker. What Cleo initially mistook as a fatal blow of a tile being rammed into his chest actually broke some ribs and missed major organs just by an inch or two. A miracle, the doctor had proclaimed, and a testament to the thorough medical aid he got on the field. You blushed at that last part; to be honest, you couldn’t really remember what exactly you had done. Your mind was so focused on saving your husband’s life.

When the doctor opened the door to Rick’s room, you were greeted by the sight of him heavily bandaged and hooked up to multiple machines. But he was alive. And awake.

“Colonel, your wife is here to see you,” announced the doctor.

Rick raised his head at the sound of the doctor’s voice and met your gaze. “Hey, darlin’,” he greeted raspily.

Your eyes instantly filled up with tears and rushed over to take a seat beside his bed. All the dirt and grime were scrubbed off from his face; the doctors must have cleaned up his hair as well. If not for all the wires attached to him, he looked almost fine, with his handsome face smiling up at you. They also got rid of that ridiculously tight yellow bunny shirt he had on and was donned in a crisp hospital gown.

You took hold of one of his hands and brought it to your lips. “Hi,” greeted back, with your lips trembling and tears falling freely now.

Rick slowly moved the hand you were grasping to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears running down. The motion made you cry even more, just short of sobbing. Putting your hand back over his on your cheek, you clutched onto him. You knew that you probably should be more careful with him, as you might be causing him more pain. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

The last 12 hours or so felt like some sort of hazy dream. You were so afraid that it might be some sick joke, that he hadn’t actually survived, that Peacemaker actually made good on his promise to complete his part of the mission, that you’d be back with ARGUS and everyone would just consider his death as unimportant, that you’d be widowed before everyone else even knew you were married.

But here he was, real and solid as ever, albeit a little worse for wear.

Still holding on to your cheek, he rasped out, “Are you okay?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh a little. Leave it to Rick to set aside his own wellbeing, despite having been so precariously at the brink between life and death.

“Me?” you said incredulously. “I should be asking you that question!”

“Is it too soon to say that I feel like a building fell on me?”

He was joking, of course, but that had unwittingly forced your brain to conjure up what everyone had thought were his last moments. The walls of Jotunheim were crumbling all around you and you desperately wanted to go back to where Cleo said Rick’s body was. Had it not been for Dubois yanking you away in the opposite direction, you would have been buried in the rubble just as he was.

He must have realized that his joke landed flat because he lifted your chin so your eyes met his. “Hey, look at me,” he said softly.

Your bottom lip quivered even more as you tried desperately to keep the tears at bay. “Don’t,” you managed to get out. “Please… don’t joke like that.”

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesced. “I’m sorry, darlin’. But I’m here, I ain’t leaving you.”

“You’re here,” you repeated. “God, Rick. You’re here.”

“We’re okay,” said Rick, now with his own tears flowing freely as well. “Told ya we’ll make it.”

That did it. Protocol be damned, you needed to be as close to him as humanly possible. You moved to join him on his hospital bed, making sure to avoid dislodging any of the wires attached to him. There wasn’t a lot of room for both of you on the bed, given your husband’s sheer size, but it didn’t matter. The moment you settled down beside him and your head was nestled gently on his chest, the comfort of feeling his heartbeat melted away all the tension that consumed you in the last couple of hours.

You weren’t sure how long you both stayed like this, bodies and limbs entwined. It must have been quite a while, because you felt yourself almost drifting asleep. But before you could fully succumb to your exhaustion, Rick softly called your attention.

“Hm?” you mumbled into his chest.

“We’re done, yeah?” he asked. “No more going back?”

It was vague, intentionally so, a habit you both picked up given the covert nature of your job. But you knew what he was referring to. And it gave you immense relief that he wanted the same thing.

You lifted your head slightly and met his gaze. “Yeah, no going back,” you said definitively. And his responding smile was bright enough to rival the blinding hospital lights.

He closed the gap between the two of you, and placed his lips softly on yours. If you were to rank the many, sometimes clandestine, kisses that you shared with Rick over the years, this could easily be on par with your first kiss (and that one was explosive to say the least). It was a kiss of promise. A promise of a life where neither you needed to always look over your shoulder, of a life where there wouldn’t be the constant cloud of fear hanging above your heads of whether one will live another day.

You were the first to break away from the kiss, and you rested your forehead against his. This I could get used to, you thought to yourself.

“Rick, I—”

Unfortunately, it was at that moment when the door to the hospital room banged open. In came the cavalry, or what was left of Task Force X.

“Fucking hell, Quinn! Knock first!” came the exasperated voice of Dubois. But it was never in Harley’s nature to knock. Instead, she sauntered in freely (mercifully with no javelin in sight), followed by Dubois and Cleo. And even Nananue. You weren’t sure how they managed to get him in undetected, but they did..

“Good mornin’, Mr. and Mrs. Flag!” called out Harley in a way that only she could.

Rick turned to you questioningly, although he didn’t look too alarmed at the idea that the cat was out the bag.

“The doctor let it slip that you said your wife came with you,” you answered him. “Funnily enough, I think he considered for a moment that it was Harley.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind shacking up with that one,” she said, wagging her brows in that usual malicious way of hers.

Your husband just laughed, but he tightened his hold around you. “Nah, I’m set,” he said with an adoring look in your direction.

“Christ, you two are disgusting,” said Dubois.

“I think it’s sweet!” piped in Cleo.

“It was bad enough when I thought you idiots were just pining after each other,” Dubois complained again. “Will it be even worse now that you got her knocked up too?”

“Ooohh, I can’t wait for little Flag Jr!” Harley gleefully added.

“What?” said a very confused Rick.

Oh shit, you thought to yourself.

Then it was pandemonium of competing and overlapping voices.

“You haven’t told him?!” exclaimed Dubois incredulously.

“I hadn’t gotten to it yet!” you countered in defense.

“Now I’m really glad the Colonel is alive,” said Cleo pensively.

“Can I be the godmother? I’ll be a good influence, I promise!” Harley announced.

“NEW FRIEND?” boomed Nananue.

In all that chaos, none of you noticed that Rick was the only one who kept silent. His face remained strangely impassive. It was only when you felt him grip your waist tighter that you realized that he hadn’t said anything.

“Rick?” you asked him nervously. Everyone else quieted down, also realizing what was happening. Rick still hadn’t spoken up, but was staring at you blankly. “Rick,” you nudged him again, a little desperately now. “Say something?”

“... You’re pregnant?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“Um… yes,” you said lamely, bracing yourself for his reaction.

But you needn’t worry, apparently. Rick suddenly crushed his lips onto yours, without a care in the world that he did it in front of your teammates. You felt all the elation radiating from him and you also relaxed yourself in the kiss.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m out,” announced Dubois and he headed to the door. Everyone else seemed to agree with him and left along with him.

However, neither you nor Rick noticed. All you could focus on was him and the fact that you can finally get a fresh start with him.

A/N: I wrote prequels to this entitled How do you sleep at night? and Stitch me together. It’s the story of the beginnings of Rick and Medic!Reader’s relationship. All of these are part of the Made to Heal series. Do give them a read!

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criminalmindzjunkie · 4 years ago

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Avoidance

masterlist

part two

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

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

Pairing: sub!Spencer/femdom! reader

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

Word Count: 8.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until today.

“Reid, Y/L/N, you’re in 202.”

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

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

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

“Why? Is there a problem?”

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

“No, but I just think that-”

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

Right.

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

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

But not to me – no, never to me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, fuck no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like to see you try to stop me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. O-Okay.”

And that was that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I take that as my invitation to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I…”

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

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

“Fucking answer me.”

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

Oh.

This just got a lot more interesting.

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

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

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

“Words, baby. Use them.”

“I-I liked it. A lot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“R-Really? You think I’m attractive?”

I hum.

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

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

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

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

“Please what?”

Spencer lets out a frustrated groan.

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

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

Spencer nods.

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

“Do you have a safe word?”

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

Oh. Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Absolutely!”

Enthusiastic little shit.

“Safe word?”

“Um… Tolstoy?”

I let out a snort.

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

“Yes, Miss,” Spencer pants out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spencer nods.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Green. So fucking green,” Spencer whines.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“O-Oh, fuck, Spence!”

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

I know he didn’t just…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Color?”

“G-Green,” Spencer stutters out.

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

“Tolstoy.”

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

“Y-Yes, Miss. P-Please.”

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

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

“You okay, baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh… G-God, please!” Spencer mewls.

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

“N-No, it’s just-”

I raise an eyebrow at him and halt my movements.

“No, it isn’t good enough?”

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

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

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

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

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

“W-Why did yo-”

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

“S-Sorry, please, just… fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N - fuck!”

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

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

“C-Can you stay? Please?”

The insecurity in his voice tugs at my heart.

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

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

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

“What is it, baby?”

A rosy blush spreads across his cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

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

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

“I have another question,” he says shyly.

“Lay it on me, baby.”

The blush on his cheeks gets significantly more pronounced.

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

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

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

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

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

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verxsyon · 3 years ago

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ❞

your new friend misunderstands your rather close relationship with two particular pyro vision wielders.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. arataki itto x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.4k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. f2l au ; fluff

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. character speculation

Arataki Itto is quite the character as your friend Thoma had said. Although he may appear to be ill-mannered and rough around the edges, he’s actually a nice guy. He’s also competitive, which you first witnessed outside of Naganohara Fireworks, racing against the kids in the city with a butterfly net.

You meet him again at the same place. This time is with Thoma to help Yoimiya deliver fireworks supplies to Ritou. He enters the shop, hoping to buy anything that would “defeat his archnemesis once and for all”. Briefly making eye contact with him, he suddenly becomes flustered and points at Yoimiya and Thoma that he won’t lose to them.

You accidentally bump into him on the streets of Tenryou. He catches you from falling onto the ground and asks if you’re okay. For some reason, you cannot contain your excitement seeing him again.

“Oh, Arataki Itto! We keep crossing paths, don’t we? Thanks for saving me from falling. How are you today?”

Archons, you know his name. That’s enough for him to drown out the rest of your dialogue.

The two of you become fast friends, earning smug looks from Yoimiya and Thoma. Itto glares at them, declaring again that he refuses to lose to them. All three of you are confused, but dismiss it because it’s typical of him to act that way.

“Hey, beautiful.” Itto shocks you one day with that tone of voice in your ear. He smirks at Yoimiya, who is actually enjoying the scene way too much. “Would you mind, Naganohara? We’re having a moment here.”

“Oh sure, Arataki~.” You internally panic, desperately sending SOS signals to her. Unfortunately she interprets them differently, and all hope is lost. “I didn’t know you two are together. My bad~.”

First, Itto flirts with you by calling you a pet name, and Yoimiya thinks she connected the dots. You’re going to fight him later for this. “Miya, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Trust me. I know it when I see it.” She ushers the two of you outside. “Now run along, you lovebirds. Go and have fun with your date. I can’t believe Thoma is missing all of this!”

“Wait—” At the slam of the front door, your eyes train to the man who started the whole charade. “Care to explain why you called me a pet name when we’re not even dating? Now Miya thinks we’re actually a thing.”

“That’s what I’m going for.” Itto haughtily points at the entrance. “Oi, Naganohara! Pretty blonde boy with the cool horns too! I, the Great Arataki Itto, will never lose to you two! My love rivals!”

Ah, so that explains a lot why he acts hostile against those two. To clear up the misunderstanding, you grab his face and kiss him on the cheek, leaving him in a daze. “You idiot Oni. They’re just my best friends; nothing more. I only like you.”

A smirk spreads across his face. He tugs you by the wrist into his arms to smash his lips on yours, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Good, ‘cause I’m the only one who can kiss you like that. And for the record, beautiful, I can do way better.”

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, it means i can’t tag you!

@bluexiao ; @help-wtf-am-i-even-doing ; @lilikags

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animeomegas · 3 years ago

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Omega!Shouto Pregnancy Emotions

Anon: This is a request take it if you like haha-Okay how is Todoroki (Shoto) while being prego? Does he get super sexual? Insecure? Happy? Moody? Scared? What does he feel and how do you react to those feelings?

(Hmm, okay, here are some of the primary emotions for Shouto during pregnancy. I hope you enjoy~)

Warnings: None

Some of the main emotions that impact Shouto Todoroki during his pregnancy:

Pained:

Because of Endeavour’s less than stellar parenting style and discriminatory beliefs towards omegas, Shouto’s reproductive system isn’t especially healthy. For that reason, some parts of pregnancy are more painful for Shouto than they would be for most other omegas.

One of the impacts is that the doctors recommend a c-section delivery. Male omegas have a higher risk of needing a c-section than female omegas in general, but Shouto’s hips and pelvis are not very flexible, so he’s at an even higher risk. His hips are not used to shifting, something that he should have experienced gradually starting from teenagerhood but did not because of the super strong suppressants he was on.

So, while he’s pregnant, the following things cause him a lot of pain:

Stomach aches – his stomach is flush against his uterus which is not behaving normally and giving him some problems. It upsets his stomach and it’s something that lasts for his entire pregnancy.

Lower back aches – his hips do try to widen in anticipation of delivering a baby, but it doesn’t work very well for him and is quite painful.

His chest – the doctors are originally unsure as to whether Shouto is going to be able to breast feed. They give him some extra hormones to stimulate milk production in the hopes that it will help. It does help actually, and Shouto is able to breast feed, but the hormones make his chest very swollen for most of his pregnancy. This is common in late pregnancy of course, but for Shouto it’s a little earlier than that and a little more jarring.

You felt helpless as you watched your mate curl up on the couch in pain, knowing there wasn’t anything you could do to fix it. He’d been having stomach and back pains all day and had to come home from work because they had been so bad. You’d also come home from work to pick him up and take care of him. You sighed to yourself as you looked down at him. He was only three months along, but it was looking like he might have to stop working sooner rather than later. Shouto would be miserable if he was forced to make that decision, but there was nothing either of you could do about it.

Shouto’s huff of frustration pulled you out of your thoughts. He was fidgeting with the heating pad that was wrapped around the right side of his tummy. He had been having some trouble balancing his temperature since he got pregnant and he couldn’t warm his stomach by himself. Losing quirk control wasn’t uncommon during pregnancy but having to use a heating pad did make Shouto embarrassed at first.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, kneeling down onto the floor beside him.

“Fine,” came Shouto’s muffled voice from where he had his face buried in a cushion.

“You don’t look fine,” you teased gently, linking you fingers with that hand that Shouto was using to fiddle with the heating pad. “Is something wrong with the heating pad?”

“No,” he huffed. “It’s just too small.”

Without missing a moment, you replied with,

“That’s what she said.”

“Who said what?” Shouto questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

You snorted at the joke going over his head. He was never good at understanding innuendo humour.

“It doesn’t matter, my love. But the heating pad is too small? Is your back hurting too?”

Shouto nodded, nuzzling into the cushion and messing up his hair as he did it. You smoothed his hair back down with a hand.

“I know it only needs to go on my right side, but I still can’t get it to sit right.”

You hummed in understanding.

“You want me to go and get a second one from the shop? Or a hot water bottle or something? Unfortunately, I’m not sure we have anything else in the house.”

Shouto hesitated, seeming unsure.

“I really don’t mind going, this is my fault after all,” you joked, placing a hand on his small bump.

“You’re warm,” Shouto muttered.

“I’m warm?”

Shouto blushed and didn’t respond. A teasing grin settled onto your face.

“Do you want me to lay behind you?”

Shouto nodded vigorously but didn’t make eye contact.

You agreed, quickly gathering some water and snacks to put within arm’s reach, before you awkwardly climbed behind Shouto and pulled him flush against your chest to spoon him. You started to rub his stomach to settle him.

Shouto relaxed under your attention and closed his eyes.

“Try to get some sleep, Shouto.”

Embarrassed:

Shouto doesn’t really suffer from insecurity, but he does get quite embarrassed sometimes at the new way his body is now working.

One very embarrassing thing that I’ve already mentioned is that his control over his powers weakens for the duration for his pregnancy.

During late pregnancy, hiccups involve accidentally setting objects in the house on fire. Shouto can put them out very quickly, but he still finds the fact that his iron clad control has degraded to be very embarrassing.

Another embarrassing thing for Shouto is the limitations on his independence.

Eventually, Shouto can’t put his own shoes on, or clean himself properly and he has to rely on his Alpha for all of it.

(Well, at first, his chosen strategy is just to keep trying by himself until he basically gives his alpha an aneurysm when he almost hurts himself by accident.)

Shouto gets moody and embarrassed when he has to ask for help for small things.

But by far the thing that embarrasses him the most, is his weak pregnancy bladder.

Sneezing becomes a dangerous game for him between the bladder and the spontaneous fire or ice usage.

At one point, Shouto refuses to have sex with his alpha for a couple of weeks because he’s too nervous that he’ll…er… well, lose control.

To deal with all the embarrassment, Shouto’s alpha needs to just downplay any incidents as much as possible, even going so far as to pretend not to notice certain things. This would go a long way in reducing Shouto’s anxiety and embarrassment. Also, indulging him when he says he wants to stay at home because he’s embarrassed will help him a lot.

To summarise, pregnancy weakens the control he has over himself in many ways, and Shouto becomes very embarrassed when he’s reminded of that.

Unfortunately for Shouto, pregnancy being horribly embarrassing is a fact of life.

Clingy:

It is very common for pregnant omegas to feel a lot more possessive and clingier with their alphas.

Hormones are all over the place, and omegas are technically at their most vulnerable (barring heats) so it is a very normal instinct to want to be around the person who their instincts consider as the safest and most able to protect them and their unborn pup.

Shouto is no exception. He pouts when you have to leave the house. He is not impressed at all if you come home with the scent of another omega clinging to your clothes, even if he knows the scent. He calls you about fifteen times on the days when you’re at work, mainly to ask when you’ll be back (even though he already knows), tell you innocuous things about his day, or ask you to pick something up from the shops on your way home.

Shouto is big on cuddling as well, and whenever you’re both in the house, he demands cuddles all the time. He’s a very minimalist nester and so he normally just throws on one of your hoodies and drags a pillow and a blanket onto the couch, before dragging you to lay with him.

(Shouto goes through so many films whilst he’s pregnant because he rarely gets off of the sofa and he likes to have a film playing while he lounges.)

Basically, everything feels better when his alpha is with him. All his alpha needs to do is make sure they’re with him as much as possible, especially in his third trimester, when he’s the most anxious and clingy. (Avoiding getting too close to other omegas is also probably a good idea. Pregnant omegas, including Shouto, can get very worked up about that.)

Your lunch break had just started, and like every other day for the past month, the second your lunch break started, your phone would ring. You picked up your phone in anticipation. Any second now…

Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

You smiled automatically as Shouto’s name popped up. You quickly swiped to answer and held it up to your ear.

“Hey, Sho, how’s your day going?”

“Good,” he answered, and you could distantly hear the shuffling of blankets as he rearranged himself on the sofa. “I finished the film Midoriya recommended today.”

“Oh, and how was it?”

“It was good but, I also finished the crisps you bought for me yesterday while I was watching it. Could you bring some more home tonight?”

“Uh huh, of course, baby,” you said, picking up a pen to jot ‘crisps for Sho’ at the top of your to-do list.

There was silence for a few moments as you listened to Shouto continue to shuffle around.

“When are you going to be back?”

“You know when,” you laughed gently. “Asking me isn’t going to make time go faster.”

Shouto whined into the phone, and you immediately sat up straighter. That wasn’t his normal reaction.

“Shouto? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I…” you could hear a small sniffle through the phone.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Do you want me to come home?”

“I… I’m sorry, you don’t have to come home, it’s okay.”

“Shouto, you’re freaking me out, tell me what’s going on?” you tried to keep your voice steady to soothe him, despite your own worries bubbling at the surface.

“No, it’s just that,” a small sob escaped him. “Your hoodie doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

You blinked for a moment before sagging in your chair in relief. It was pregnancy hormone induced crying, not emergency crying.

“It’s okay, Sho,” you cooed. “I’ll be home soon, and I’ll scent it as much as you want, I promise.”

“Hmm, okay…” he sniffed. “But come home quick, please.”

“I will, if we hang up now, I can work through my lunch break and head home early, sound good? Maybe you should watch another film and the time will go more quickly?”

“Okay… Goodbye…”

“Goodbye sweetheart, I love you and I’ll see you soon.”

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yinses · 4 years ago

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he reminds your ex who you belong to

gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex wc: 2.3k

a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up.

it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.

your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages.

the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to.

“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove.

only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve.

“i think you should answer.”

gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting.

you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first.

frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes. “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”

he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.

“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”

as if there wouldn't be a dozen more to follow.

your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn't deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call.

“hello?”

‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’

the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out.

“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”

the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction.

‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’

you should have seen it coming.

your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.

he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”

an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures.

at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave.

so weak for him.

your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker.

“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form.

his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder.

the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips.

‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’

the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this.

right?

“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties.

‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”

funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past.

gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips.

not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt.

‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’

every time was a bad time. that was the point.

gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”

at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment.

somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”

the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’

your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”

you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.

“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips.

“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh.

then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.

‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’

gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don't even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”

your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”

gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss.

‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’

it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.

now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock.

‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren't-”

gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair.

‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’

the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster.

he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries.

‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’

gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”

your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?

gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly.

“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”

‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.

“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”

gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”

‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’

gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body.

“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”

his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right.

a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak.

“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”

‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head.

“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.

your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust.

“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss.

the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge.

his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.

gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one.

“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”

somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.

“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”

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