#the teams voice of reason lol
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Hero files: Reverse
Name: Elle Roberts
Age: 24
Height: 5â10
Birthplace: Vancouver BC Canada
Ethnicity: French Canadian
Relevant labels: bisexual
Powers: Smartest woman alive but can only speak backwards
Fav movie: She doesnât watch a lot of movies, preferring to just let Hera pick or read instead.
Fav school subject: Math
Fav animal: Lobsters
Comfort foods: Meringues, Chocolate cupcakes, soup
Backstory: Reverse was born with extraordinary intelligence, but as she grew up it became clear that there was something wrong with how she was trying to talk. Eventually it was figured out she was speaking backwards, so it was very hard for her to communicate or make friends. She met Hera in kindergarten and she was one of the only kids who bothered trying to get to know Reverse, and theyâve been inseparable ever since.
Fatal flaw: Communication issues, there are things sheâll pick up on that she wonât tell anyone about because to her it was so obvious why wouldnât they have known too?
#the teams voice of reason lol#she doesnât do much actual combat but sheâs support#I taught myself to write backwards back when these were going to be comic characters#in the seventh grade lol#in a show sheâd be subtitled#Iâm trying to post one of these every other day#so that itâs not like too much at once or annoying#superhero#ocs#oc#original characters#original character#reverse#Elle Roberts#Spittyfishy studios
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Holy shit! Maka & CRONA'S VAs??!!!
#my ramblings#I mean I know it's kinda expected that Maka & Soul's VAs return to voice a promo for this 20th anniversary exhibition thing-#-but I never really expected Crona's VA to come back and take part on this promo thing. it's such a treat! I was maybe expecting Kid's VA-#-cuz afaik Mamoru(Kid's VA) is still active in the voice acting career plus Kid is part of the main cast#don't get me wrong. I TOTALLY LOVE hearing Crona's voice again and it was such a pleasant surprise. it's just... idk well unexpected for a-#-minor character (later 'villain') to be the 1st one to make a come back voice alongside with the protagonist instead of one of the main-#-party Maka teamed up with like Kid or Black Star#what does this mean#well.. maybeee?? Kid along with the Thompson sisters and Black Star along with Tsubaki will have their own part in promoting this later on#assuming their VAs would also make a come back#so lack for a better reason they partnered up Maka & Crona for this promo taking account of what happened in the manga and how meaningful-#-their bond is to the story. sooo... safe to assume CROMAKA CANON!!!#lmao my brain is so fried im sorry#this doesn't makes sense. I'm literally just rambling#tho I wish I knew what they were saying...I heard Crona's VA saying 'big chance of (something) is going to be held'#and Maka saying 'Ohkubo-sensei (something something) special video' lol that's as far as my limited JP can understand#I wish there was a transcript or a translation of they said (â ăŁâ ËÌ©â ââ âźâ ËÌ©â )â ăŁ
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whys everyone so mad at me for saying its reasonable to consider katseye kpop likeeee. sorry man they are literally a kpop group đ
#if midnight sunrise is 100% in english yet its a kpop song then the language isnt what makes it kpop#and if thai and chinese and korean artists are really common in kpop and fatou blackswan is literally#senegalese then clearly you dont have to be korean#and no one would ever call taylor swift anything but pop even if she says she switched genres for folklore & evermore#so clearly the artist isnt the definitive voice on their own genre#so like. why arent katseye kpop? đ#they were formed on a kpop style survival show they had kpop style training they promote their music equally as similarly to kpop idols as#western artists#if anything more like kpop than weatern pop bc the western vibe is more indie musician w no pr team or money#speaking as someone who has been a fan of recent western girl groups (boysworld you will be missed) ans also kpop ggs. katseye is more#similar to a kpop group#AND THEY LITERALLY HAVE BTS'S CHOREOGRAPHER WHO ASKED THEM AT ONE POINT WHEN THEY WENT TO KOREA IF THEY SPEAK KOREAN#THEYRE GOING ON MCOUNTDOWN đ ITS A REASONABLE ASSUMPTION#its not that srs tho like đ#very much a ty for answering my questions agree to disagree situation yk#i just dont get why it seems like ppl r mad at me lol. its not like its an insult#also maybe i dont listen to enough weatern pop but i gen thought touch was kpop at first be srs#vcha r kpop too like đ#its hardly an insult i LIKE kpop!! HENCE THE KPOPTWT STAN ACCT MDBDUDHIE#my thots#negative
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the devaluing or just straight up ignoring of bernie rhodes' contributions to the clash in order to further push the lionization of the clash as 'the perfect punk band' is so frustrating bc bernie is half the reason the clash are so interesting and so good
#hoodie talks#the clash#bernie rhodes did not work his ass off for you to pretend he doesnt exist#to me hes the most interesting member of the band besides joe strummer#i was listening to a podcast and one of the hosts dismissively said none of bernie's ideas were good#and im like really?? really?? are you Sure? that entire first album was bad in your opinion?#bc lets get this straight: bernie is one of the primary reasons that first album is so politically cohesive and coherent#it all goes back to ppl not realizing that bands are team projects and the manager is part of the team#how much they are part of the team depends but bernie was very much the fifth member of the band#it also goes back to ppl not wanting to acknowledge that the clash were an art project lol#that doesnt take away from anything they did or the boys importance as musicians#but its smth you need to accept if you want to give the clash their proper due as the voice of a generation#punk rock posting
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real
#this is so mind numbingly exhausting i don't understand how everyone else seems to just do it?#it was such a weird day#started out in a good mood but then boss scolded these two interns cause of a mistake#and like he wasn't shouting exactly but he raised his voice and said so many things like you are so careless im suffering so many losses bc#bc of you outsiders are going to think i don't have a good team and i don't have control over my team#and how we should always note things down because we're so distracted and not serious#and how before going home everyday we should report to him what work we did today#i understand that he's being reasonable (maybe? idk) but it sounded so eerily horribly like my dad i couldn't function properly for an hour#why are men so similar everywhere#why am i SO scared i could feel the disappointment radiating off him and he wasn't even mad at me and i felt like a failure#which is so embarrassing like girl stop you are a 20 year old adult woman you will not cry at your workplace because an angry man triggered#your dad issues#and upar se there was a new intern at work one year younger than me and oh my god he was so annoying#like i talked to him first bc i pitied him like what if he felt alone it was only his second day but boy literally could not stop talkingđ#like ok it's kinda cool that this senior di she trusted me enough to be like you teach him this project report this when ive only been#here for 3 weeks but bhaiđ he's so annoying đ i have newfound respect for the di how does she handle all 7-8 of us interns i would go#crazy and shout at everyone and tell them to leave me alone đ but she's so patient and kind and answers dumb questions 100 times#but she's leaving this office permanently from next month bc of her ca final :( i mean very good for her she deserves better more money#better work hours better office etc. but :(( she's leaving :((#as you can see i have both dad issues and abandonment issues so fun lol
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one of these days i need to do a pokemon black randomizer or something that gives me access to a ton of the late game pokemon, and i can evolve them really early using the universal randomizer. this is assuming id be able to find said lategame pokemon tho :(
#maybe i can just cheat them in lol#thinking abt all the unova mons i never tried bc for some reason i was very stubborn abt having a full team#by nimbasa city#anyways tho. hydreigon i wuv you i wish i could use you in literally anything (fangames love to lock it out)#altho there i could just debug one in. whats stopping me#echoed voice#maybe ill do that when rejuv updates lol#anyways tho yeah hydreigon and bisharp are the main two i want#OH and elecktross but thats not really lategame#mayyybe heatmor just bc lex said he really liked it so now i wanna give it a try#god what else. what else is there...#wait i just remembered i always had one exception to my dumb rule and it was chandelure LOL#love chandelure sm#i should make a pmd oc for it. itd be fun#OH escavalier... idk if i can get that on an emulator tho#omg and volcarona...
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been having a lotttt of fun playing denpa men
#the first one. but i was inspired to play bc of the switch veraion#btw i got the best starter guy ever NORMANNNNNN!!! GIVE IT UP FOR NORMAN#its very fun if i had played it as a child i wld have lovedddd it#cus i loved mystery dungeon and tomolife (esp the quest minigame)and its like a sweet blend of those#i like thw littlw guys. they make me smile. oh very pikmin too ig lol#(kitty who has only played nintendo games voice) getting big nintendo vibes from this..#LOL just surface level observations. its rlly fun tho i like it a lotttt#btwww i think tmrw im going to try to set up a blog page on my site so i can do my pkmn lets plays when i get to that point#im forming a nice idea of how i want to do it. so that wld be rlly nice and fun to do#of course i could just. play them. but whwres the fun in that#also i fear i will lose motivation LOL ive played pkmn sooo much.#excited to play red tho especially bc ive never ever played a kanto game. somehow#and excited to play crystal and emerald bccc ive only played thw remakes#and only like part of diamond? i think?#well actually rlly im wxcited to play them all for different reasons. but its staying motivated is the issue#alsoooo looking forward to playing the mystery dungeon series properly. but only ghe first two LOL#ive played the first like 20% of explorers one billion times. its not even funny how many failed runs i have#like where i gave up and then reset like years later#i have the team skull firat mission basically memorised. lol#GET ME OUT OF THIS CAVEWWW!!!!!#but ill play uhhh. blue rescue first. so itll be a bit differetn#then i will FINALLY beat explorers. but sky ill play this time. not uhhh. darkness i think i have
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
đ. đ§đšđđ: why not both? ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
âč đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
âOh, Y/n, itâs good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Letâs walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.â
âY/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that youâre here. Letâs grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?â
You thought college life couldnât get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrongâŠÂ
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as itâs challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough â not to mention trying to commit to clubs â making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. Youâre utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion youâve grown to accept and find comfort in â no need to change it if itâs been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them â Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko.Â
Gojo is the star player of the schoolâs basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the âdisgustingly tactless, cutesy princeâ of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, heâs a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, heâs a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, heâs someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites â two best friends â who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact:Â the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, whoâd pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldnât push them away â how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the formerâs skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. âYo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and Iâd be damned if youâd be third-wheeling.â
âThatâs not happening, Satoru,â Getoâs hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. âY/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.â
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as youâre stuck in the middle of them. Itâs bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; itâs another thing when youâre being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasnât all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties heâs been invited to and to his crowded games (where heâs always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where youâre courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something youâd find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very mindsâŠand bodies.
ââŠMhahhh, GoâMmmph! GojoooâŠwe shouldnât be doing thisâŠâ
âAww, câmon, Y/n, you know I donât like it when you call me by last name. Itâs just the two of us hereâŠFuck, keep licking it like thatâŠâ
Sneaking into the basketball teamâs locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, thatâs a can of worms you never thought youâd open in your entire life.Â
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. âFuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum againâŠâ You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men.Â
This was his idea â bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the menâs locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. âSorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,â heâd say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. ââAhh, fuckâŠGod, youâve gotten so good at that, cutie. Canât get enough of you...â
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojoâs cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he canât hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
âRelax, no oneâs coming here,â Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. âLetâs make this one quick, okay?â
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you canât tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. Heâs making you focus on nothing but him â a selfish objection from a selfish man as heâs using you to relieve himself in the menâs locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldnât stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing!Â
âHhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,â he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. âShiiit, baby, Iâm gonna cumâŠTake it all inâŠ!â
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, thatâs when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste.Â
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, âNâNo, Gojo! You have to get back to practiceââ
âShhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,â he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! âIâll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you donât stop using my last name when itâs just the two of us here.â The playful grin on his lips doesnât make that threat any better. âOne more time, please?â
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. âOnly one moreâŠokay, Satoru?â
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. âYes, pretty girl~.â
And it doesnât stop there â because Geto is no better.Â
âAww, you two are so cute together~â
You squirm on the booth seat youâre sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends â a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing youâre not one for being around people youâre not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Getoâs frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Arenât we? But theyâre the cutest thing to me.â He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; itâs an action that has your face grow in warmth â and the couple âawwingâ at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. âI never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you donât seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.â
âMmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,â you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy heâs talking with. âAnd, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just canât imagine them being out of my line of sight.â
The guy across laughs. âSounds kinda obsessive!â
Geto shrugs with a chortle. âI guess itâs like that, I donât know. Iâm just really crazy about them; theyâre my sweetheart after all.â
âThatâs so sweet!â The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, âSo, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?â
The question has you stumped for a bit as you werenât ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Getoâs hand rub on your thigh. âU-Umm, meâahemâGeto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to himâMmmm!â You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. âOh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?âÂ
âWell, not reallyâŠShe and GetoâOhh!â You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Getoâs forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. âIâI mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda gotâŠNnmm,â you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. âShe was the one who introduced me to himâŠâ
âIs that so? Hehe, itâs amazing how the world works, huh?â You listen, but your mind is too focused on Getoâs digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. âHere are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. Itâs crazy imagining you two wouldâve never met hadnât that happened.â
Geto hums at that comment, âI agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.â He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. âIsnât that right, my love?â
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. âMhmm, yes, Iâm so grateful that Suguru is in my lifeâŠHeâs been such a help to me,â his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. âHahhh, heâs so good to me, and I love him just as muâMmmph!!â
âHmm? Are you okay, Y/n?â How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriendâs thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe? Youâd rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Getoâs shoulder.Â
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. âI think theyâre a little parched, mustâve been this lemonade I got for them. Iâll go get them some waterââ
âOh, no, no! Iâll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.â The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriendâs hand to follow suit. âCâmon, letâs leave these lovebirds for a bit. Weâll be right back!â
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. âMmmph, Suguru, please, take it out beforeâAhhhâŠ! They come backâŠâ
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, âJust checking to see what Iâll be having later.â
It doesnât matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get.Â
It doesnât matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating!Â
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, thereâs private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight.Â
Again, sometimes itâs overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And itâs not like you havenât tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, itâs driving you crazy just how much they canât keep their hands off you!Â
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence.Â
âHahhh, damn, Y/nâŠyouâre sucking me off so good,â Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. âSo good for me, huh, sweetie?âÂ
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Getoâs girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. Itâs his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojoâs tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Getoâs glans, and then heâll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. Itâs such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojoâs hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him.Â
ââKhhhh, Jesus ChristâŠHohhh, right there, sweetieâŠâ The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. âHeh, you doing good down there, Satoru?â
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. âHahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,â his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Getoâs girth. âAww, look at you trying to move from me,â Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. âDonât go anywhere, princess; Iâm not finished until you cum on my face again.â
âOhhh, shit, keep doing what youâre doing, Satoru,â Geto subtly bucks his hips, âI love the way theyâre whining on my dickâŠâ
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. Itâs to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Getoâs length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss.Â
And if you think you couldnât get swamped enough, think again.Â
ââNnngh, fuck, Y/n, youâre gripping on my dick like crazyâŠHehe, is it because you canât look me in the face? Damn, youâre such a cutieâŠâ
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojoâs neck as youâre straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris.Â
âHahhh, ahhnnâOhhhh!â Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of whatâs happening. And itâs not like you canât stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft â youâve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojoâs hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So itâs expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. âAhhaaa! Saâtoruuu, stooohhpâhicâŠ! Iâm âoo sens' tiveee!!âÂ
âYou say that, butâhnnn! Youâre rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.â He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. âHoly shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.âÂ
âDonât even think about it, Satoru,â you hear Getoâs voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. âIf I canât go condom-less, youâre not getting any special treatment out of it either.â
âPsssh, yeah, yeah,â Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. âCome on, angel, letâs get you prepped up.â The white-haired boyâs hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint. Â
Geto grins salaciously. âMy, what a dirty sight for me, my love.â You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. âRelax, pretty girl,â he kisses your temple. âWeâre gonna make you feel so good.â
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb heâll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. âStay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for youâŠâ
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how youâve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Getoâs pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips.Â
âHeh, there you are,â Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. âWhat a pretty face when youâre going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.â
You couldnât even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesnât help that your holes donât stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again.Â
âHoly fuck,âGeto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. âYouâre so tight, Y/nâŠlike youâre gonna milk me dry.â
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojoâs neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, âHey, baby,â he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. âGod, you sound so fucking cute, angelâŠâÂ
ââAhhahhâŠ! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow dâOwwhhnn!!â You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you canât reach, and Getoâs girth having your backside completely stretched for him. Itâs all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. ââŠNhooo, God, Iâm gonnaââ
âGonna cum, cutie?â You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. âLetâs cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girlâŠâ And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him.Â
ââHnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, donât clamp onto me so suddenâOhh, shit, shit, shiiit,â Black hair strands fall from Getoâs shoulders as he falters at your grip. âGonna cum, tooâŠ.Gahhhââ
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojoâs lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm.Â
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. âPhew, that felt way too good.â
âFor real, canât get enough of this.â Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. âReady for another round, baby? Câmon, letâs switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.â His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. âOh, you disgusting son of a bitchâŠâ
âShut up and switch, or else Iâll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.â
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you canât even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you donât hate it â far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as theyâre probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower.Â
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times youâve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same.Â
âHey, Y/n.â
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Getoâs voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. âSuguru!? IâI thought you were sleepââ
âI was until you left my arms,â he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. âBesides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?â
âOh, Y/n~,â another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. âDonât tell me you decided to shower without mââŠOh, youâre here, too.â
âObviously,â Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. âI live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.â
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. âWell, donât you think itâs rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?â
âI could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?â
âDuh! Iâm here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?â
âAre you? Donât you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?â
âOh, eat horse shit.â
âCroak and die.â
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you donât hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
âŠBut would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these twoâŠ
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#ok im like. 4 eps from finishing fmab#and idk man maybe. its bc im yaoi brained#but#I dont rly see the appeal of royai#I like hawkeye as a character I think shes funny asf#but im like so tired of women characters being the voice of reason LOL#esp when applied to royai like#ok when she stopped roy from killing envy. I get it#I rly do! I get it. thats kinda crazy and yea im sure if any other member of his team were there theyd also be like hey. relax#but bc it was hawkeye... it gave me like#'woman is voice of reason when man goes crazy violent'#type vibes.. and I know thats not the intent! but it just sucks how thats how I viewed it..#and im not saying hawkeye should have ENCOURAGED that behavior either that doesnt seem her character at all#but yea.. :/#watching the entire series + 03 anime as well I never rly. got their romance#like I said. yaoi brain#but maes/roy made x10 more sense LOLLL like cmon dude roy goes on crazy rampage bc he found maes' killer like..#and not only that but almost every baddie they meet mentions maes to roy just to get a rile out of him#bc they know. what maes was to him and its like WHAT was maes to him đ€š pls explain in detail#idk man I think maes/roy has potential.. but im also sucker for possibly unrequited love story + bonus when one character is dead..
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ౚৠsimon 'ghost' riley | reader
synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.
tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold
    It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions â which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.
It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).
The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.
Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.
There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates ofâ
"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.
You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members â though you know he considers them family if anything â when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty â Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty â face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.
"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you â John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.
You smile once more â a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."
"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.
"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.
"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.
"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"
Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.
Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.
Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.
(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful andâ while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)
Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."
"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.
"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.
"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."
There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."
"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."
The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.
On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.
He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.
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Can you imagine pregnant medic reader feeling baby kick for the first time and not wanting to interrupt the boys in practice/at a game but knowing how much theyâd want to feel the baby?? (Can be with any of the boys or all of them LOL)
so cuttteeee
hockey!marauders x team medic!reader who interrupts practice [877 words]
CW: pregnancy, afab fem!reader, poly!marauders
The boys have been conflicted about you still working ever since they found out you were expecting.Â
On one hand, they liked having you close by; within their sights should you need them, and just getting to enjoy the pregnancy with you even when they were traveling for away games.
On the other hand, they hated that you spent so much of your job on your feet, they were extremely nervous having you so close to the action of the game, and donât even get them started when you have to step out onto the ice.Â
But you were determined to work for as long as you possibly could, and you couldnât deny that part of you enjoyed getting to spend as much time as possible with your boyfriends during this very exciting time of your lives.
Were there times you wondered if you wouldnât perhaps benefit from a little space from them? Sure. Especially when James tried to sit in on all of your appointments with the guys to ensure you werenât straining yourself, or when Sirius stood directly in your line of sight at every game in an attempt to âsave you from the tomfoolery, babeâ, or when Remus shoved anyone who tried to help you out onto the ice so he could chaperone you himself.
But there were moments - like this - that found you so grateful to have them close by.Â
âYou okay, mama?â Coach Moody asked, though he didnât bother moving his gaze from the ice where head coach Albus was standing with the boys for practice. âYou seem jumpy.âÂ
You hummed in agreement as you placed a hand on your stomach; gently pushing and prodding what felt like a hard part of a little body, wondering if you were only imagining it.Â
Youâd become aware that you werenât simply growing at about eighteen weeks into your pregnancy when you felt the baby move for the first time. It was like you remembered that your pants were shrinking for an actual reason. But any movement on the baby's part could only be felt internally.
Today, however-
âOh.â You whispered, and Moody wrenched his eyes from the ice to grab your elbow.
âDoc? Are you okay?âÂ
âYes, yes. Sorry.â You let out with a laugh; looking to the ice to ensure the boys couldnât see you being fussed over even though you sort of wanted to call them over here yourself.Â
âWhat do you need?â Moody gruffed, though he kept his voice low as if knowing any attention directed your way would result in cacophony from nearly half the team.
âNo, nothing. Sorry Coach.â You laughed. âI justâŠI think, well, the babyâs kicking.âÂ
Moody furrowed his eyes at you as he examined your face; one blue eye piercing and intuitive, the other glass eye which saw the iris and pupil replaced by the Gryffindor Lionâs logo seemed just as knowing.
âFirst time?âÂ
âFirst time I can feel it with my hand, yeah.âÂ
He looked you over one last time, cautiously removing his hand from your elbow and looking out onto the ice before blowing his whistle.Â
âGather âround.â He barked, and though Albus looked confused, he allowed the team to head to the bench.Â
âDid ya miss us, Moody?â Sirius sing-songed as he made his way over, James laughing and Remus rolling his eyes in response.Â
âThe only time I get any peace is when the lot of you fuck off.â Moody barked back, but his face stayed soft. âYour babyâs kicking.âÂ
Siriusâ teasing smirk fell quickly as he whipped his head to you, James nearly fell over in his haste to make it to you and Remus quickly skated around the clump of bodies to join him; all three of them leaning against the boards in front of you.
âYou didnât have to stop practice for thisâŠâ You chided Moody gently, but it seemed that Sirus, James, and Remus werenât the only oneâs excited about it.Â
âOh my god! Can I feel!?â Fenwick called, earning him an elbow in the side from Remus.Â
âNot before us? What the fuckâŠâ Sirius mumbled, keeping his eyes on your stomach as if he could see it.Â
âWell hurry up then! Youâve got a line behind you.â Grönvall hollered then.
âGoalie first; is rule.â Krum muttered as he placed himself in front of both Fenwick and Grönvall, though politely stayed behind the three boys who all tucked one glove under their opposite arm and held their hands out to you.Â
The practice arena fell quiet as the entire team held their breath, and you felt sort of horrified at the sudden pressure to perform.
âThis will be so embarrassing if it doesnât happen again.â You admitted quietly, suddenly very embarrassed to have interrupted practice.
Remus made a humming sound in dissent as he brushed his thumb over your belly, and then it happened.
âHoly shit!â James cheered, Siriusâ head snapping up to beam a smile at you.
âDid you feel that!?â Sirius asked no one in particular, but you, James, and Remus all confirmed that you did.
âOkay great! Next!â Dearborn called from behind Grönvall, and thatâs how you ended up spending the rest of the practice with various hands on your stomach at any given moment.
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The dynamic in Rise between the rest of the team and Leo is. so fucking funny. Because like you've got these three extremely talented individuals who all seem like perfectly reasonable people at first glance, right, but then if you squint hard enough you realize they're actually all batshit insane (affectionate) and the clown boy standing behind them is secretly their common sense.
Clown boy will occasionally put himself and the others in danger to Prove Himself or Prove Someone Wrong (see Minotaur Maze and the movie) but like otherwise... i think people forget Leo's overwhelmingly the voice of reason in most situations?
Raph, Mikey, and Donnie are all incredibly powerful boys with very specific skill sets. They are also, as a direct result of this, the WORST decision-makers on god's green earth lmao. When presented with a problem, Raph will smash, Donnie will blow shit up, and Mikey will razzmatazz. They will all run straight toward death with the same oblivious enthusiasm of a dog about to run straight into a screen door. None of them realize this and all of them think they are Extremely Good At Problem-Solving.
And the guy cursed with the common sense to realize this is literally the LAST person anyone would expect.
When you look closely, the entirety of Rise is actually a chronicle of Leo trying to find new and creative ways to keep this team of superpowered fools alive while simultaneously white-knuckling his Cool Fun Guy persona so the others don't realize he's secretly the Boring Responsible One. Haha, you know what would be Cool and Fun, guys? Not going after the Spine Breaking Bandit lol. Getting home before the sun goes up lol. Evacuating that civilian lol. Not telling the guy dangling me off a roof "you won't, no balls" lol.
The sacred struggle of every iteration of Leonardo is thanklessly wrangling the most trigger-happy siblings in the world, and Rise Leo has not escaped it. He just does an occasional shenanigan to avoid detection and his brothers fall for it every time.
#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rise leo#leo#donnie#mikey#raph#raph has the Older Brother Stress while leo has the Common Sense Stress#GOD i adore Rise's take on leo so much#just a funny little guy subtly herding his brothers away from danger like cats while trying desperately to be Chill and Cool about it#he's been dodging the responsibility allegations for YEARS but Splinter caught him right at the very end of the show lmao#because like listen. listen. is rise raph responsible? yes.#is he--in practice--the Responsible One? absolutely NOT#raph is a RUFFIAN and a HOOLIGAN (extremely affectionate)#anyway i think the movie has made people forget that like. for a vast majority of the series leo's the voice of reason
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18+ MDNI; smut, kiyoomi gets all worked up after you kiss him over his face mask, brief heavy make out session <3, unprotected sex, creampie, prone bone :), brief mentions of biting (reader receiving), kinda poor writing i think (wrote this while iâm sick lol). divider: cafekitsune.
ââ it was subtle but you noticed the slight shift in kiyoomiâs aura; the way his pale veiny hand gripped the steering wheel, the taut muscle in his jaw, the small crease between his browsânot to mention the thick atmosphere inside the vehicle, a low hum filling the void of silence.
he had just finished a rather tedious practice session with the team, and thought that your presence was heaven sent. that was until you decided to be a tease.
you recounted a few minutes ago where you had teased kiyoomi with a kiss over the ivory face mask that sat snug over his nose, and lips. normally, you wouldâve gently pulled the mask down to plant a chaste kiss but you had a different ideaâone that kiyoomi didnât particularly like.
one that had him slightly parting his lips beneath the mask, and subtly leaning in to chase your own as you pulled awayâan innocent gleam in your eyes.
your heart thrummed against your chest as kiyoomi wordlessly keyed the lock of your shared apartment. he stood tall against the door, shoulders rolling back as he walked in, a slight awkwardness in his step.
you werenât stupid. you saw the way his semi hard on outlined the MSBY track-pants he wore while driving home but you didnât dare try bring it up. it stared at you, eyes wandering over to kiyoomiâs lap countless of times within the span of the drive back.
âyou okay, omi?â
he held the door for you as you stepped inside. the question lingered in the air for a while. the door closed, sound reverberating throughout the walls of your shared apartment.
then, kiyoomi turned to face you, tall form looming over yours as he looked at you with his onyx gazeâthe afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the side of his handsome face.
âkiss me.â blunt as always. his voice was velvety, sending icy shivers down your spine.
you didnât have to be told twice. pushing yourself up using the balls of your feet, your digit gently slid the ivory mask down, tucking it under his chin before sealing the distance between your lips.
kiyoomi didnât hesitate to prod his tongue into your mouth the second both your lips made contact, a low groan rumbling from his chest as you eagerly lapped at his tongue. despite his nonchalance, kisses with kiyoomi were rarely chasteâthey were passionate, full of heat, and heavily involved his sinful tongue whether you liked it or not.
it always felt like a carnal beast inside him had awoken. safe to say, kiyoomiâs kisses never failed to leave you a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen but you werenât complaining.
before you knew it, his desperation turned into greed, and the messy trail of discarded articles of clothing leading to the shared bedroom was proof of that.
your naked body lay atop the ivory sheets, front resting against the mattress. kiyoomi positioned himself over your thighs, each leg on either side of them as he slapped the fat of your ass with his heavy cockâhis free hand resting on your hip, angling it upwards.
he gave your nape an open-mouthed kiss, bed slightly creaking beneath the shift of his weight before slowly inching his raw cock into your sopping entrance. a unison of contented sighs fell from both your lips as the tip of kiyoomiâs cock parted your velvety walls, eagerly sucking him in with every inch.
âso eager for me.â a shaky whisper from the man above you, clearly hanging onto every last bit of his sanity at the feel of your tight, warm cunt.
you could only whine in response, fingers digging into the plushness below. kiyoomi interlaced his fingers with your own, his palm flush against the back of your hands as he bottomed outâonyx eyes briefly rolling to the back of his head at the blissful sensation.
the very reason why you and kiyoomi had a shared love for the position was because of how fucking deep he went that it was almost sinful.
if only you could see how pretty kiyoomi looked, face angled towards the ceiling, adamâs apple bobbing as pleasure engulfed every fibre of his being. it also didnât help how your cunt squeezed around him ever so slightly as each second passed.
with a subtle wiggle of your hips, kiyoomi pressed his weight forwardâknocking some air out of youâbare chest flush against your naked back before pulling his hips back, and hastily snapping it into your ass. this earned a muffled whine from you, face flat on the mattress as the feeling of ecstasy coursed throughout your body.
kiyoomiâs hands tightened against your own before setting a swift rhythm of his hips that had your eyes rolling back, and tears of pleasure quickly forming.
strings of heavy pants, and muffled whines slowly filled the damp atmosphere of your shared bedroomâsounds of merciless skin slapping, and sinful, wet squelches were like music to your ears.
âo-omi! sâ deep. oh my god.â you let out a stifled gasp, earning a low grunt from your boyfriend.
kiyoomiâs hot breath fanned against the sweaty skin of your nape, a gentle tickle with every pleasure driven pant that escaped his lips. god, he could be buried inside you forever and he wouldnât even complain a single bit.
the tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your g-spot with each relentless thrust of his hips, inching you closer to your impending orgasm. kiyoomi knew this too, with the way your sentences turned incoherent, your whines becoming airy, and cunt squeezing the shit out of him but not once did his hips falterâdespite the tight fit.
kiyoomi could feel your bare body turning taut under his own, stiffening as the knot in your stomach grew tighter, and tighter.
âcum with me.â he panted against your ear, teeth grazing against the skin before gently biting down on it.
that was all you needed.
with one long whine of his name, the knot deep in your stomach snapped, shocks of pleasure kissing all over your sensitive body as you creamed around kiyoomiâs cock. the colour of your knuckles mirrored the ivory sheets beneath as your fingers curled around them, gripping them for your dear life as your boyfriend rode out your orgasm.
kiyoomi let out a strangled moan of your name before biting down on your shoulder, hard. he sheathed his cock all the way inside, base flush against your ass as ropes of hot, thick cum painted your velvety walls. kiyoomi pressed his hips further into you before fucking his cum deeper, earning a gargled whine from you.
he soothed the sensitive skin he bit earlier by tonguing at it, and placing chaste kisses,
âtease me again like that, and this is what happens.â kiyoomi panted, resting his sweaty forehead on your shoulder blade. you mustered a soulless chuckle,
âi donât mind that at all.â
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They Think I'm Pregnant - A.H
a/n: i feel like this is kind of shitty but alas here we are!
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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it
warnings: reader is not preggers promise!, honestly the team gossiping is so lol, suggestive content per usual
wc: 1.3k
"I mean she has been kind of moody lately."
The gasp that rose in your surprise was quickly smothered as you pressed yourself against the wall, pushing into it as if that would make you invisible somehow.
"Well, interestingly enough, there has been considerable growth in her chest area. It's due to elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone, which I've noticed with her." Spencer stopped abruptly, the sound of Morgan's muffled laughter in the background. "I'm not saying I make a habit of such observations. Okay, um, don't tell Hotch I said that."
Casting a skeptical eye down your shirt, your frown deepened. Sure, your boobs had grown, but that was a testament to a little happy relationship weight, not the fodder of their theories.Â
"Nice one, kid," came Rossi's voice, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.
"Oh my gosh, guys, this is like, the best news ever! A mini-agent in the making! Can you imagine how cute she's going to be? I'm going to get her the cutest outfits!"
"Garcia, how do you know it's going to be a girl? Did the baby send you a text?"
The baby? Was rational thought absent among them? It must be. You crossed your arms defensively.
"Okay, maybe we should pump the breaks everyone. Why do we even think she's pregnant in the first place?"
JJâyour voice of reason. You could kiss the ground she walked on.
"I'm just putting two and two together. She walked out, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash that wasn't there before."
Your eyebrows drew down, and the increasing shuffle from the room prompted you to make a beeline for Hotch's office before anyone saw you snooping. But in your defense, Emily snooped first.
The moment the door clicked shut, you lunged for the blinds, bypassing any attempt at a greeting with Aaron. The blinds clattered shut, so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.
"Honey, what are youâ?"
His words hung unfinished as you whirled around, pressing your pointer finger to your lips as if he were a kindergartner about to walk down the hall.
"They think I'm pregnant!" you hissed indignantly, jabbing a finger toward the door as if it were a portal to the rumor mill itself.
His face drained of color as his eyes darted from your face, down to your stomach, and finally rested on your tits. "Are you?"
You slapped his shoulder. "No!"
"Then why do they think that?"
You recounted every piece of evidence they had collected, giving special attention to Spencer's bodily hypothesis as a subtle form of retaliation.
"He said what?"
You laughed, draping your arms around his neck as you made yourself at home on his lap. He leaned back in his chair, arranging you so your legs were stretched out across his lap.
"Focus," you said desperately. "They think I'm pregnant."
"Sweetheart," he chuckled, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Does it really matter what they're assuming?"
Your lower lip jutted out, fingers threading through your hair as you mulled it over.
"You're a genius." Your arms were around him in an instant once again, leaving a big, messy kiss on his cheek as you hopped down from his lap and strode towards the door.
Who cares if that's what they think?
So, you devoted your day to your greatest talent: stirring the pot. If they were set on believing you were pregnant, why should you interfere? Better yet, why not enjoy their theories and have some fun along the way?
You pulled every trick in the book.
In the morning, you bolted from the briefing room with a hand clamped over your mouth, you later reappeared, ginger ale and crackers in tow--which you knew JJ would understand. No one said a word.
In the afternoon, you turned up your nose when Emily offered you coffee, which in turn caused her eyes to bulge out of her head, but still she said nothing.
In the evening, you staged a sudden craving for the strangest of snacks, convincing Spencer of your dire need for pickles dipped in peanut butter. You sent him on a wild goose chase for it, and he did it, no questions asked.
All of these, as some would say--childish antics, lead to a big pile of nothing because no one was brave enough to just ask you.
So now that you were all gathered around Rossi's living room, with the day's efforts in vain, you were forced to drastic measures.Â
The wine glass was mere inches from your lips when the whole lot of them were up in arms--a blabbering, spiraling mess.
Garcia, her mouth a perfect 'o' of scandalized red, was quick to wrestle it from your grasp, hoisting it just beyond reach as Morgan promptly confiscated it, placing it atop the tallest bookshelf, as if you were a child meddling with contraband.
"What are you thinking?"
"Are you crazy?"
"What are you doing?"
"Hotch, do you see this?"
Their words bombarded you all at once, a rapid-fire of overlapping sentences that was impossible to decipher. A giggle escaped you, hand instinctively rising to your lips. Sure, you had braced for a reaction, but this was beyond anything you had imagined.
You played dumb, your head canting to one side as your brows contracted. "What?"
You basked in Aaron's exasperated eye roll, his hands coming together as if in prayer while he let you revel in the moment. He was a good man.
"What do you mean what? I love you so much, but you have to be out of your mind," Garcia probed, her hands clutching on to her necklace as she looked side to side at the others.
You opened your mouth, ready to provoke her further, but Spencer beat you to it.
"Given the potential impact on blood volume and plasma osmolality, it's really not advised to drink alcohol, considering your condition," he said, fidgeting with his tie while nodding to your belly.
"What condition?"
"Oh, come on! We found your pregnancy test in the trash today!" This time it was Emily speaking, her hands on her hips as she gave you a knowing glance. She quickly muffled her exclamation. "Hold on, you've told Hotch, right? If not, I'm prepared to get on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness if necessary."
"You all are ridiculous!" you declared, rising from the couch and moving toward your abandoned wine. Aaron was quicker, offering the glass to you. "I'm not pregnant, and if you nosy nellies had bothered to ask rather than speculate, you'd know that.â
You took a large gulp of your wine. For emphasis. Your colleagues' mouth hung agape, all but Rossi, who smirked and toasted to the absurdity with his whiskey.
"You heard us?"
"Reid, let's just say, I'd appreciate if you would reserve those observational talents for the case files, not on my girlfriend's anatomy," Hotch suggested, the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric at your back as he casually sipped his scotch.
You watched Reid's complexion turn a spectrum of pink hues, his apology barely above a whisper as laughter bubbled around us.Â
"Wait so then whose pregnancy test did I find?" Emily's words caused a collective breath to catch, glances shifting suspiciously around the room.
JJ's hand shot up, laughing as Garcia barreled into her side, arms wrapping around her before she could even get the admittance out. The room buzzed with congratulatory cheers, everyone sharing hugs and kisses as JJ told the story.
Aaron chose that instant to lift his hand to his neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so gentle it turned your insides to jelly. He eased back, his breath mingling with yours as he mumbled, "you know, the idea of you pregnant...it's not something I'm opposed to."
You let out a soft giggle, nestling your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart bleeding into your ear. Your gaze drifted to your friends, toasting with raised glasses--minus JJ--with laughter and chatter filling the air.
"Is that so? Cravings, mood, boobs and all?"
You felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest, the sensation tingling against your cheek. "All of it."
Rising onto your toes, you reached up to cradle his ear, lips grazing lightly against it. "How about we head home and practice? And then if you put a ring on it, Iâll consider it.â
That was the first time you had Irish goodbye-d a party.
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hiii I love ur fics <3 I am OBSESSED with the prompt âcan you come get me?â bc h/c makes me đ„đ„đ„ so I was thinking:
reader has been kidnapped by the latest unsub and the team is trying their hardest to find her but all the leads keep coming up empty until one day Spencer gets a call from her and the first thing she says is âcan you come get me?â she sounds extremely upset and afraid so Spencer and Hotch leave to go find her. when they get there, she looks like sheâs been through hell so they rush her to the hospital to be checked out, all the while they canât seem to get any info out of her about what happened.
Spencer & reader could be platonic or romantic, whichever you like. (also I was thinking maybe hotchner!reader ? if that wouldnât be too many things to ask for lol)
I love how you do angst and h/c, so keep up the good work and have a wonderful day <3
can you come get me? | S.R.
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: kidnapping, hospitals, stitches, blood draws, catatonia, disassociation, brief mention of sa, ohio mentioned, general cm violence (let me know if i missed any) word count: 4.56k a/n: i have no idea how this got so long but i love the plot of it so much that i couldn't cut any of it! i'm such a slut for the "you came"/"you called" trope that i couldn't help myself! i wrote this with the idea that it would be in place of the m*eve storyline (which means our lord and savior blake is here)!! anyways anon i hope you enjoy this - i love you!
Any external sound was completely ignored as Spencer flipped through the same file for the eighteenth time that day. In his periphery, he saw JJ and Rossi nod at each other before Rossi split away, walking up the ramp to where Hotchâs office was.
It took him a moment to realize JJ had made herself comfortable by sitting on the edge of his desk. She had her jacket neatly folded in her arms as she eyed the file he had, grief filling her eyes as she registered what he was looking at. âWhat are you doing tonight?â She asked, trying to keep her voice as light as possible.
The question was entirely pointless, she knew exactly what he was doing tonight, but in an attempt to get her to leave him alone, Spencer humored her, âIâm working late tonight,â he answered simply.
JJâs smile faltered ever so slightly before she shook her head, âYouâve been working late all week, what if you come over tonight? Willâs making dinner. Garciaâs coming after she finishes her system update,â the attempt to get him out of the office didnât go over his head, but it wasnât going to work. âHenry would love to see you â maybe you could teach him a new magic trick.â
Peeling his eyes off of the paperwork, he looked up at the blonde, âYou know I canât.â He felt so close to an answer, he couldnât possibly leave.
âLook, Reid, I get it, but youâve been working crazy hours for the past month. Maybe taking a night off would be good. You can start fresh in the morning,â she tried to coax him into leaving the case be.
It hadnât been a full month; it had been twenty-seven days. Almost four full weeks since you were taken. It had been one week since Section Chief Cruz had told Hotch that the BAU needed to start taking new cases, as the trail to you had run cold.
Considering you were Hotchâs daughter, that discussion had gone rather poorly. Cruz had been able to give the team leeway. Both Spencer and Hotch had fully intended on taking advantage of that leeway, and the rest of the team helped when they had the capacity.
Turning back to your file, Spencer shook his head, âIâll go if Hotch goes.â He knew there was no way Hotch would be leaving the office tonight, the only reason Hotch went home anymore was for Jack, and he was at a sleepover tonight.
JJâs shoulders slumped in abject disappointment as her eyes followed Dave as he exited Hotchâs office, the slamming of the door enough to make the lingering BAU agents flinch. âIâll see you tomorrow,â she said, defeated.
Rossi wagged a finger at Spencer, âGo home at some point tonight, kid,â he instructed.
Waving a quick goodbye, Spencer resumed making notes in the margins of the papers that were making a permanent home on his desk. He looked up when Hotch exited his office, eyes following him as he brewed a pot of coffee in the kitchenette. The two of them acknowledged each other with a nod before continuing on with the hunt.
Both of them knew the odds, that you had been gone this long and there was a good chance that theyâd never see you again. Despite that, Spencer would head up to Hotchâs office in about an hour, and the two of them would confer.
Eventually, the sun set, and a thunderstorm rolled in, the flashes of light coming in through the windows as he began to consider going for another cup of coffee.
Wiping a hand down his face, he inwardly groaned as his phone started to ring. Half expecting it to be JJ, he was surprised to find that it was an unknown caller. Clicking the answer button, he lifted the phone to his ear, âHello, this is Dr. Reid.â
There was an eerie silence on the other end of the call, if he strained his ears, he could hear the pattering of rain. He tried to greet the other person again, but when there was no answer, he started to lower the phone to hang up.
âCan you come get me?â Your quiet voice came through the receiver, effectively knocking the wind out of Spencerâs lungs.
Fiddling with his belongings, Spencer gripped your file, âWhere are you?â He asked urgently.
You sniffled, âI donât know. A payphone off of twenty-eight.â If he strained his ears, he could listen to the rain. Spencer wondered if he could calculate how far away you were by the sound of the thunder where you were compared to where he was.
His chest ached at the exhaustion in your tone, imagining you had gotten approximately as much sleep as he had recently. That is to say, little to none. Pulling the phone slightly away from his face, he called out for Hotch, getting his attention and waving him over. âY/N, can you see any mile markers or exit signs anywhere?â Spencer asked, bringing the phone back up to his ear.
âI canât see much of anything,â you admitted. That made sense, your glasses had been recovered at your abduction scene. Spencer kept them in his bag with the rest of your belongings that had been released from evidence. âI feel lucky enough that I was able to find a pay phone,â you said, and for the first time, he noticed that you were whispering.
Glancing at the inside of his wrist, Spencer checked the time. JJ had mentioned something about Garcia staying in her office for a system update â what were the odds the tech analyst was still there? Stalking out of the bullpen, he made his way to her office, Hotch hot on his heels.
After knocking on the door, her voice rang out, âEnter, mere mortal.â Once she had recognized who it was, she greeted Spencer directly, âAh, Dr. Reid, did you need a ride to JJâs?â
âCan you locate a payphone based on the phone number?â He asked hurriedly, the longer you stood out there in the rain, the more danger you might be in.
A confused look was plastered on her face, but she turned back to her screens and started click-clacking away. âMost def, boy genius. Run me the digits,â she responded, pulling up some sort of database that Spencer didnât recognize â probably for the best.
She typed the phone number just as quickly as he recited it, turning around and telling him that the pay phone in question was approximately thirty minutes away. You had only been thirty minutes away this entire time. âSend the coordinates to Hotchâs phone,â Spencer instructed, stepping toward the door. âTell the rest of the team to come in,â he continued, âitâs Y/N.â
Each stage of grief flashed across Penelopeâs face as she nodded assuredly, scrambling for her phone as she took care of notifications.
Impatiently, Hotch held the elevator door open as Spencer entered, keeping the phone up to his ear, âStay on the phone,â he told you.
A desperate whimper came from your end of the call, âI donât have any change. I found a few quarters on the ground, but I donât have anything on me.â
âStay on as long as you can, angel,â Spencer amended. âWeâre on our way.â
The rain was worse than he had initially thought, but Mother Nature was no match for Aaron Hotchner. They were only about five minutes from the coordinates that Garcia had shared, and the phone call had dropped off before they were even on the main highway. The dropped call certainly didnât help the rising tension in the SUV.
âDid she sound scared?â Hotch had asked for the nth time.
Not taking his eyes off of the map, Spencer nodded, âShe sounded like she was stranded in the middle of the woods in Virginia, in a thunderstorm, and was using a pay phone as a lifeline.â His entire body was thrumming with nervous energy as they sped down the road, âbut sheâs alive.â
He didnât miss the way Hotchâs knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. You being alive would have to be enough of a comfort to the both of them for now, but Spencer knew what your life meant to your father.
âThere it is,â Spencer said, interrupting his thoughts with the recognition of a phone booth on the side of the road, in front of a seemingly abandoned gas station. In a moment of uncharacteristic recklessness, Spencer clambered out of the vehicle before it came to a full stop, an umbrella and jacket in tow.
Hesitantly, he approached the crumpled heap of limbs underneath the pay phone. It wasnât a full booth, it had just enough coverage to prevent the payphone from short-circuiting. You had jammed yourself underneath it, trying to keep yourself as dry as possible.
Kneeling in front of you, he swept his sopping-wet hair from his face, âY/N.â His voice was no more than a breath, he didnât dare reach out to touch you â lest you not want to be touched. A strike of lightning lit your surroundings enough for him to note the bruise that had bloomed on your cheek.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he watched as your lips parted in recognition, âYou came,â you whispered.
He nodded, âYou called.â His heart soared as you shuffled yourself closer to him, allowing him to wrap the FBI-issued jacket around your rain-soaked frame. âLetâs get you out of this rain, alright?â
Standing up on shaky legs, Spencer helped you walk to the SUV where your dad was waiting, shining a flashlight to help guide you to the vehicle. Based on how heavily you were leaning on him, he could tell that your left leg was injured. Despite your injury, you stepped away from Spencer to hug your father.
For a moment, Spencer felt like he was intruding on a family moment, but he recalled all of the times he had been invited to join in Hotchner festivities these last few years and allowed his eyes to meet Hotchâs.
The two of them shared an understanding look as Hotch pulled away, âWe should get you to a hospital,â he said, cupping your face with parental gentleness.
Spencer helped you into the SUV, unable to put any pressure on your leg, you depended on the handles to pull yourself up. As you maneuvered yourself, he tried to determine what your injuries were. His eyes scanned your body until he made his way back to your face, âAngel, keep your eyes open.â He felt as if he was asking a lot of you, but he didnât know if you had taken a hit to the head. Falling asleep could do more damage. âHey, Y/N?â He said, watching as your eyes fell shut and your head slumped forward. âHotch,â Reid said urgently from the backseat.
Understanding perfectly, Hotch hit the lights on the SUV and turned on the siren. Flashes of red and blue signaled to other drivers that there was an emergency.
You were silent.
As soon as they had gotten you to the emergency room, your entire demeanor had changed. Spencer guessed that you had been in fight or flight when they had picked you up from the phone booth, and now that you were getting the help that you needed, all of the fight had vacated your being.
In the white fluorescence of the hospital, he could see how drained you looked. Once the doctors got their hands on you, you refused to let him or your dad near you.
Hotch was in the hallway, talking on the phone with your Aunt Jessica while he tried to arrange childcare for Jack so he could stay with you - the leader of your care team estimated youâd be in the hospital for at least a few days.
While you had been mobile when they came to get you, your energy had left along with your adrenaline, and eventually, the best course of action was to just let you sleep. That was how Spencer ended up sitting cross-legged in a stiff hospital chair, watching over you as you slept.
Respectful of your wishes, he kept a fair distance from you, but youâd be hard-pressed to convince him to let you out of his sight. There were tubes and wires going every which way from your body, oxygen, an IV, and electrodes monitored your life. Boiling you down to a collection of numbers that showed Spencer just how alive you were.
The doctors suspected you had bacterial pneumonia, but they were still waiting on the results of your chest X-ray to make a formal diagnosis. Your presumed leg injury had turned out to be a bruised hip bone â part of a sickening pattern that reflected that of someone who had been thrown down a flight of stairs.
A knock on the window to your hospital room caught his attention, causing him to turn his head and come face to face with Rossi and Blake. Opening the blinds so that heâd be able to keep an eye on you from the hallway, Spencer stood up and joined his colleagues in the corridor.
âWhatâs the report?â Rossi asked, nodding in the direction of your room, and placing his hands on his hips.
Spencer rubbed the back of his neck before responding, âThe doctor said that all things considered, sheâs in good shape, butâŠâ Shaking his head to wake himself up, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, âSheâs sick and was beaten. Right now, sheâs sleeping. We have no idea she was running in the woods, so itâs not surprising that sheâs exhausted.â
He continued on to list other maladies that the doctors had provided, dehydration, malnutrition, one cut on your arm that needed to be stitched, and that was just scratching the surface. Dave nodded understandingly, âbut the sooner we get to ask her questions, the better.â
Shrugging, Spencer looked over at your father, and then back to you, âWhen she wakes up on her own,â he murmured, watching as a nurse checked on your IV. He didnât want to risk waking you up or asking too much too soon of you. âCan I ask you a quick question?â He lifted a finger inquisitively to the nurse who was walking out of your room, scribbling something on your chart.
The nurse hummed in response, raising her eyebrows as she waited for him to ask.
âDo you think the infection has anything to do with her silence? She might be hurting so she isnât talking?â He asked, it wasnât unheard of, when people were in a lot of pain, sometimes they coped with silence.
While the nurse might have an excellent bedside manner, the three profilers took note of the concern in her eyes. âThe silence might have more to do with her psychological well-being than her physical well-being,â she responded, it was a healthcare way of trying to appease them. Really, they didnât know much better than the members of the BAU did.
Blakeâs eyebrows shot up in curiosity, âCould it be catatonia?â
âIn order to diagnose catatonia, sheâd need to display three of twelve symptoms. Those are stupor, catalepsy, waxy flexibility, mutism, negativism, posturing, mannerism, stereotypy, agitation, grimacing, echolalia, and echopraxia. So far, she really only meets one of twelve,â Spencer answered.
Shrugging, the nurse pointed at Spencer with her pen, âWhat he said.â She looked down at the chart before continuing, âHer care team leader called for a psych consult, but we wonât really know one way or the other until she wakes up.â
Nodding, Rossi nodded in acknowledgment, âWhat else could it be?â
Pursing her lips, the nurse tilted her head to the side, âPeritraumatic disassociation is another possibility, but again, we wonât know until she wakes up.â
The waiting game began. As luck would have it, an FBI agent being abducted created a lot of paperwork, so Hotch was holed up in a conference room while Rossi and Blake worked on the profile. JJ and Morgan stayed back at Quantico with Garcia to look back at what information Hotch and Spencer had been gathering over the past twenty-seven â now twenty-eight â days.
Spencer stayed with you, tucking your blanket around you when he watched goosebumps sprout along your arms. He paid close attention to everything that the doctors and nurses said about your condition, relaying everything to Hotch via text message. They ran a kit on you, and the only solace was that there was a chance that they could DNA match whoever did this to you.
He left that last part out of his message to your father.
As soon as you started waking up, Spencer had to leave the room, watching from the hallway as medical personnel flurried around your bed. At first, he had assumed your aversion to himself and your dad was an overall aversion to men, but you didnât flinch when it came to the male doctor who was checking your vitals manually.
A nurse peeked out from the door, âAre you Dave?â
Furrowing his eyebrows, Spencer cocked his head back in confusion, âNo? Iâm not â why?â He asked, gaze flickering back into your room as you scrawled something on the piece of paper that a nurse had handed you.
âShe said sheâd talk to Dave,â the inquiring nurse shrugged, turning back into your room, and adjusting your pillow beneath your head.
Still confused, Spencer slipped his phone out of his pocket, nimbly typing a message to Rossi before returning the phone to its home in his slacks. Trying to respect your peace, Spencer remained in the hallway, leaning back against the wall as he heard the familiar sound of Italian leather boots turning the corner. âAre you sure she didnât mean Aaron?â
Spencer shook his head, mirroring the older manâs confusion, âShe physically wrote your name out. Sheâll only speak to you,â he answered, trying to hide his own pain for the sake of ridding you of yours. If you wouldnât talk to your father or himself, it made the most sense that youâd talk to Rossi. Youâve known him the entire time your father worked in the BAU.
Shrugging, Rossi walked into your room and approached you with the care of a man approaching a deer. He remained this way until he made it to your bed, and Spencer watched as he smoothed your hair away from your face affectionately.
You leaned into his touch, and Spencer didnât miss the cue. When was the last time anyone had touched you with love in their heart?
He had kissed you goodbye before you went on your run, just thirty minutes before your location turned off and your usual Thursday route turned into a hunting ground. With what you did for work, you switched paths frequently, but someone had been watching you, or at least, that was the conclusion the team had drawn.
Watching as Rossi spoke with you, Spencer noticed one anomaly â you werenât speaking to him. Instead, all of his questions were answered with blinks or scribbling on paper.
The two of you went until a nurse came in, telling the both of you that they needed to run a few more tests. Taking his leave, Rossi told you something that Reid couldnât quite make out and rejoined him in the hallway.
âWhat did you say to her? Just now?â Spencer asked, his need for any sort of contact with you becoming so desperate that heâd now accept it secondhand.
Frowning, Rossi placed both of his hands on his hips, âI called her piccolina, I used to call her that all the time when she was just a little thing running around the old BAU bunker.â Taking a moment, Rossi pulled out his little notebook and read through it. âWhite male, late twenties to early thirties, sometimes gone for days on end citing âwork,â but she never figured out what he did for work.â
Spencerâs eyes burned at the realization that you had been working your own case while being victimized, he peered in through the window as a nurse drew your blood.
âShe said he drove a dark American sedan, making it either blue or black,â Rossi continued to list off, eyes following Blake as she approached the two of you. âY/N said the car was filthy like he had been living out of it when he couldnât get to her in the woods. The car had an Ohio party plate on it with expired tags.â
Blake arched a brow at the new information, âParty plate?â She said quizzically, looking at Spencer for clarification.
Nodding, Spencer looked over at his friend, âThatâs the colloquial name for restricted license places. Theyâre given to people who are convicted of DUIs, which is actually called an OVI in Ohio. In Ohio, theyâre yellow with red print, and the only state to have something similar is Minnesota where they call them whiskey plates because they all start with the letter W.â
âWell, heâs confident. Maybe too confident, driving around with expired tags and a license plate that already puts a spotlight on him,â Blake said thoughtfully, adding to the profile in her mind. âWe should get this information to Garcia, maybe look for people who recently relocated from Ohio with those plates,â she suggested to Rossi.
Rossi nodded, skillfully flipping the cover back over his notepad and gesturing for Blake to follow him to the conference room, effectively leading Spencer to his own devices. When the nurse left to bring the vials of blood to the lab, he returned to your room, taking his seat on the edge of the room â as far away as he could get while keeping his eyes on you.
He looked up to your bed, catching you staring at him. As soon as you knew you had been caught, you turned your head to the other side, averting your gaze toward the window.
Every thirty minutes or so, Spencer moved the chair approximately five inches closer to you, by four in the morning, he had closed half of the space between you. He kept his eyes on you, watching as you stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. You had that crease between your eyebrows that told him you were thinking too hard, and he had to sit on his hands to stop himself from reaching out and touching it as if he could soothe all of your bad thoughts.
In the doorway, Rossi had appeared, garnering your attention as you propped yourself up on the flat hospital pillows. âWe got him,â Rossi announced to the room, a reserved smile on his face.
Spencer watched as you visibly relaxed on the bed, your face softened as your eyebrows relaxed. Rossi explained some next steps, but he was only half listening, he could only focus on you.
Once Dave was gone, Spencer took a leap of faith and shuffled the chair to your bedside, âHow are you feeling, angel?â He asked, taking up a muted tone.
You stared at him, blinking at him until, eventually, your face crumpled, and you leaned toward him.
Not missing a beat, Spencer stood up from his chair so that he could sit on the edge of your bed, meeting you in the middle, he gently wrapped his arms around you, rubbing small, soothing circles along your back with the flat of his hand.
In the past twenty-eight days, Spencer thought that being reunited with you could fix all of the hurt in his chest, but this, right here, was a different kind of pain. Tears sept through the fabric of his shirt just as soon as they fell from your eyes, and all of the hurt that he had felt before just morphed into a different kind of suffering.
His heart ached at the sight of you in this much pain, so much emotional turmoil that you had silenced yourself. What was he supposed to say in order to comfort you? âYouâre okay,â was wholly false, and âitâs alrightâ felt like a cruel joke. You very clearly werenât okay, and none of this was alright.
âIâm here,â he reassured you, his voice no more than a croak as he tried to swallow his own emotions. âIâm right here,â he repeated, continuing his ministrations on your back until you had cried yourself to sleep.
With your body in its weakened state, Spencer carefully adjusted you onto the bed, making sure none of your tubes or wires were kinked before settling back down in his chair and taking your hand in his.
Around the time the sun came up, your care team came through for morning rounds and woke you up to thoroughly inspect your status. Once they left you to your own devices â with the promise of food in half an hour â Spencer focused all of his attention on trying to coax you into speaking to him.
Tenderly, he dragged a finger across your forehead before continuing down the bridge of your nose, âIâd really like to hear your voice, sweetheart.â His voice was gentle, maintaining a subdued tone in the early hours of the morning.
He watched as you sighed, deflating all of the air in your lungs as you tipped your head to the side, interrupting his movements. âI asked him to do it,â you murmured, voice raspy from lack of use.
âTo do what?â Spencer asked, heart beating a little faster at the sound of your voice. He watched how you nervously gripped a fistful of sheets and looked at him. Only you werenât looking at him, it was more like you were looking through him.
You took a deep, shuddering breath before you answered, âTo kill me.â
The confession weighed heavy on his shoulders, but it wasnât regarding anything against you. It was in the realization that you had been in so much physical and emotional turmoil while in captivity that you had asked for your own death. That even for a moment, you sat in front of a killer and asked for him to end your life as an act of mercy.
Noting Spencerâs lack of response, you continued speaking, âThatâs why he let me go. I begged him to just end it and that took away any appeal for him.â
Last night. You had pleaded on behalf of your own demise last night. Carefully considering his next words, Spencer met your eyes and replied, âThat mustâve taken a lot of courage.â
You faltered for a moment, evidently not having expected those words from him, âWhat are you talking about?â
It made sense to him now, why you wouldnât talk to him or your dad. He felt like such a fool. You had been ashamed because you felt like your abductor had diminished your worth by breaking you down. Spencer knew better, âYou stood your ground. You faced your own death, and you chose that over further suffering. Dying isnât an undignified act, no matter how it comes upon you,â he reminded you, smoothing your hair away from your face as he watched your lip quiver.
âThank you for staying,â you croaked as emotion closed your throat.
Spencer hummed thoughtfully, swiping a rogue tear from your cheek, âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily.â
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