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awordsmith · 6 days ago

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where you came from 𝜗𝜚 s.r

۶ৎ in which you receive a letter detailing the death of your grandfather, head back to your hometown, and wonder if you ever should have left.

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who? spencer reid x bau!reader when? s8 category: angst to fluff (comfort) content warnings: proofed! not much sad angst (more sad angst if that makes any sense), death of a family member/funeral, reader's hometown is in Europe (purely for aesthetic), more plot than spencer (kind of idk) reid with warmth word count: 11.2k a/n: this was my one of my first ideas when first posting on tumblr so i really do hope you enjoy it! there are a few words not in english, but sometimes when writing in english it's easier to say something in another language because english can be really...corny sometimes...anyway ily cari !!

The loops and curves connecting the words in that elegant font you grew up learning stuck in the back of your mind like a non-removable tumor. You could feel it. You had a time limit–but not to live. Two days. In two days you would go back to Europe, back to a continent you had thought you’d left behind years ago, a place you had thought you held no attachment to… no emotion.

Maybe, though, it was the fact that you had been gone so long, had not once gone to visit in all your time in America, and now–now your time had run out–or rather, another, no longer invisible hourglass had lost the last of its sand and someone had flipped it again, setting a new timeline in motion.

Your grandpa, your beloved nonno*–oh how you just couldn’t believe it.

It had hit you so suddenly, your mother normally sent you letters, you didn’t mind her old ways, she was raised by the man who taught you cursive and calligraphy–with craft you thought ancient, and technology was still rather new, and she wasn’t one to conform to change.

You sighed, shifting in your seat as Hotch and the rest of the team gave the profile. The lights were too bright; you stared at the floor, one leg crossed over the other, and your arms folded. You tried keeping your focus. Yes, you were dealing with your own problems, and yes, you had just gotten the letter yesterday, but these children needed you now–and if you couldn’t be at your best with a personal issue weighing on your shoulders, could you even call yourself an FBI agent?

Emily had just left the team a month ago and her replacement wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t Emily. You desperately needed your friend right now, your soul sister. She could tell you what to do and how to handle things like this, she’s been doing this a lot longer than you, has more experience–and she understood you, at least where family matters were concerned.

“You okay?” Spencer whispered as the officers went back to their desks or collected in groups–some even leaving–probably to talk about the best course of action. This guy was going to strike again, every indication of it was there on the board.

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling your stomach growl.

He furrowed his brows, “when’s the last time you ate?”

“Uhm,” you stood, rubbing your wrist, “I’m not sure, but I’m fine, really,” you gave him a tight smile walking over to the board, “We know he’s targeting school busses on their drop off, he’s insecure about something, his physical strength? That’s the only reason he’d subdue the bus driver in a blitz attack.”

Spencer called your name–almost as a whine–and you paused. “Look,” he said, “I don’t think the rest of the team’s noticed, so if you eat, I won’t say anything…”

You frowned, rubbing an eye, “fine.”

You’d think a look of triumph came over him, but you’d be wrong. He looked resigned, but not indifferent, it was more of a soft relief. Spencer had no idea what you were going through, you hadn’t told anyone–and you weren’t really planning on it. You liked to keep your personal life separate from work as much as possible, that’s one of the reasons you and Emily had clicked so well–you were nearly identical in that department, and, well, you both could agree Clyde was a little bit of an ass. You’d never worked directly with her during her Interpol days, but when she left, Clyde became your team lead, and–well, actually, that’s, pretty self-explanatory.

A few years in, you were able to transfer to the BAU, you’d performed considerably well and Clyde had recommended and vouched for you and–well, Emily knew Clyde, okay perhaps your connections helped a little, but was it really your connections or your skill because without your skill, you wouldn’t have been recommended now would you have?

Regardless, you had known how massive the opportunity was, which is why you’d said yes without a second thought. You joined the team two years ago, when Emily had shown no sign of leaving. You sighed, rubbing your hands together, they were sweaty and you felt sick, maybe you should try eating something.

“Alright,” you affirmed again, “come on you’re driving.”

You threw the keys that had been lying on the table next to the board at Spencer, he’d been close to Emily too, you assumed they still spoke sometimes when they got the chance as you did with her. Your mutual bond was probably–at least you considered it the most probable–reason for why you grew so close in such a short amount of time.

You were close in age, too, which you assumed added to the comfort.

Spencer took you to the closest fast food and you ate in the car devouring each bite. He asked for coffee and “real” sugar on the side, and then he sat there and watched you eat, and when you were finished he drove you back to the police station.

The case took you to Santa Monica, California. Penelope had ushered you all into the room as soon as you’d got into the office this morning, honestly, you were expecting it, and with the hurriedness she had, you knew it couldn’t be anywhere near good–though you considered none of the cases you received “good”, this one involved children, and it seemed they were the prime target, but what you couldn’t figure out was why.

He didn’t kill all the children–in fact, in both cases, the unsub only killed three kids; it seemed as if he was targeting specific children, but they all came from relatively different backgrounds, and both schools–when considering the environment and looking at it from a geographical perspective–weren’t at all in near-to-similar neighborhoods. Even the two kids that were killed on the same bus had no connection, they weren’t friends, the witnesses said the boys stayed away from each other unintentionally, they just never seemed to cross paths and it just did not make sense.

You wanted–no needed–to figure this out, for the next potential victims–but the team had no clue as to which school he’d hit next. For this reason, Penelope was emailing schools at the masses to keep them on high alert.

“He’s targeting school buses,” you said, taking a sip of your water. “Not schools…” Spencer nodded and you asked, “Why?”

“Perhaps something happened to him on a school bus?”

“It’s important,” you agreed, “but wouldn’t that make him–like–fifteen?”

“No,” Spencer shook his head, “a fifteen-year-old wouldn’t have this much time, he’d have been caught by now.”

“The survivors say he wore a mask, he called the students by name–”

“But not their name–maybe he’s living in a delusion?” Spencer’s speaking sped up, “maybe he’s not fifteen but he’s reliving his teenage days. Maybe he was bullied and now he wants revenge?”

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain going after high school kids now. Why not just go after the people his anger is directed toward?”

“Because he can’t? Maybe they’re substitutes?”

“We need to tell the others.”

Spencer nodded, you rushed out of the car and into the police station, catching Morgan, Hotch, and JJ leaning over a phone, talking to Penelope. You explained your theory and funnily enough, Penelope had just found school records that supported it. Each victim had been suspended within the past year, accused of bullying or inflicting some type of physical or mental pain on another student.

Complaints about the victims were filed by students, so now you knew your unsub had access to all this information, the question was what title did someone need in order to garner this details.

“That has to be how he’s choosing his victims,” Morgan said.

Hotch thought for a second, then nodded, “All alright, call Rossi and Blake, tell them to get here, Penelope, are you still on?”

“Running and ready, sir,” she confirmed, “All alright, give me a list of the next potential targets, all kids who have been suspended or complained about in the last year due to bullying, narrow the search to males, fifteen older.”

“Sir, do you want me to narrow the search between the two schools?”

“No,” Hotch sighed, looking each of you in your eyes, “I want the entire city–”

“Hotch–”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed in confusion, but Hotch cut him off, “you really want to sit around waiting for another body?”

Everyone went silent and Spencer’s eyes flitted to you for a moment, almost as in reassurance.

“He’s right, Hotch,” you stepped forward, trying to push away all thoughts of what was to be expected of you in two days.

“You,” Hotch narrowed his eyes as if just now suspecting something was up with you.

A silent staring contest ensued, though it was quickly broken when an officer burst into your makeshift bullpen. “Another body was discovered.” Your heart sunk and you glanced to Spencer for comfort, his eyes drifting to yours for the same thing.

It always just seemed a little bit more painful when children were involved. Your stomach lurched and you felt sick, wanting to throw up the food you’d just eaten. You just wanted this all to be over so you could focus on your family issues. It might have been selfish, but wasn’t that your right? You couldn’t think about this right now, you needed to find this guy before he murdered another innocent kid.

“Give Garcia the geographical point and have her narrow the search.”

Hotch directed at Spencer, turning to JJ, “Stay here, help him and Rossi figure out what career our unsub might have. Morgan go Blake to check out the new crime scene, and,” he turned to you, “Come with me.”

You turned to Spencer one last time, not wanting to leave him. You were always together, working together, that is. Hotch never split you up so you thought there must be a reason for it now, but why, well, you couldn’t know for certain. You shook your head and followed him out the door. He seemed to wait for you with pause, his expression unreadable, almost like he was analyzing you. You tilted your head in warning and he finally relented.

“Let’s go.”

From that point forward, there wasn’t really much of a struggle, it just sucked you had been called in so late, and that another kid had died before you caught the guy. Four kids in total, three crime scenes. The ride back on the jet was tense.

Everyone seemed to need their own space whenever you dealt with a case like this, you, well, you’d play with Spencer’s hair, if you were really tired, he’d let you lean against his shoulder or use his lap as a pillow and sleep. This time, though, you were restless and you couldn’t find the need to sleep anywhere. You knew you probably should,but…it was just too much.

You couldn’t stay seated, you paced back and forth, your mind fleeting from the case to the letter you’d received yesterday. You’d brought it with you and you hesitated only for a second before pulling it from your bag and sitting in one of the empty rows. You could feel eyes on you, though they were trying to pretend they weren’t looking.

You wanted to say you could see them, say you weren’t in need of monitoring, but you were the youngest on the team, and despite your closeness, with Emily particularly, they all cared for you, which is why when JJ slid into the seat across from you you resisted rolling your eyes.

“Are you okay? You’ve been kind of… not yourself.”

“I’m fine, JJ, thanks.” You returned your eyes to your mother’s letter.

“You sure?” she asked, “is it your mother? Has something happened?”

She motioned toward the letter. They’d gotten accustomed to seeing you read over the renaissance looking artifacts throughout the day. That wasn’t the unusual part, no JJ was talking about how you weren’t attached to Spencer’s hip, how you avoided them all almost the entire day, and how you had been so focused on the case as if you were trying to make something else dissappear.

“We’re all here for you, you know.” She reached her hand out, rubbing her thumb over it.

“Yeah,” Morgan motioned for JJ to scoot over, “we’re a family, you know.”

“Aww, I wish I was there,” Penelope said from the other side of Morgan’s phone. You wanted to scoff, but a sad smile pressed to your mouth instead. They were cornering you as if they’d planned it.

Your eyes flitter over toward Rossi and Hotch who were pretending not to listen and Blake, who was evidently really not, then they landed on Spencer’s who stood suddenly from his normal spot in the front of the jet and began walking toward you. “See, even pretty boy’s upset.”

“I am not upset,” Spencer scoffed, sliding into the seat next to you. But then he held your gaze as if trying to communicate with his eyes, “but we are here for you, you know I’m always here, and…I’m sure if you called, Emily would be too.”

You took a breath, and when it came out it was shuddering, and that was the first time crying had crossed your mind. So, you said–first in general, “My grandfather just passed, I’m supposed to leave in two days for his funeral.” You let them take it in, then, “I need time off, Hotch.”

A snort came from Rossi and the team frowned at him, but you smiled, why was he so unserious all the time? You rolled your eyes, but then Penelope spoke up from the phone in Morgan’s pocket, “if you need someone to go with you, I’d be willing.”

Your eyes swelled at her offer and you opened your mouth to say ‘Really?’ but Spencer said, “I’d go too–you know, if you wanted that is,” before you could open your mouth.

“Thank you,” you nodded, “I’d like that…and you know…it wouldn’t hurt if the rest of you came as well,” your admission scared you, what were you doing? This is the exactly the opposite response Emily would have given, but maybe you weren’t as strong as Emily, and maybe…maybe that was okay.

“When are we leaving again?” Rossi sighed, pulling out his phone, “I’ll have to check my schedule.” And with that you let loose a snort, appreciating the kindness of your team.

“Jack, Will, and Henry are welcome to come as well.” You said, “And that girlfriend of yours, Hotch,” you added, “I think I’d be able to brave my family again if I had the Guardians of the Galaxy with me.”

“What about Strauss?” JJ suddenly asked, “What are we gonna tell her?”

“Oh you let me worry about her,” Blake smiled, though you had been sure she wasn’t even listening.

“You’re from Europe right?”

You huffed a sigh, “Yes, Rossi, I’m sure we’re not cousins.”

A few chuckled as Rossi responded with a nod and a smug grin, “Just checking.”

You claimed the window seat, forcing Spencer to sit in the middle, though you had to climb over him multiple times to use the bathroom, you didn’t care, and neither did he…much. You thought you’d be able to sleep, but just like on the jet, you found yourself restless, and Spencer, well, he couldn’t help but ask.

The first question was simple, “how do you feel about going home?”

You laughed, a bitter expression framing your face, “I don’t know.” You were lying, though he wasn’t sure if you knew that fact yourself as you seemed genuine. The only way he knew for sure your response wasn’t what your subconscious truly thought was was by the way your lips pressed together right before you spoke, that was your tell.

He didn't know if you knew you did it, but he’d caught on to it pretty quickly when you’d first met, it had been something small, but he remembered it as clearly as if it were playing out right now in front of him. It had to do with your favorite food. Morgan had said he’d overheard you talking to Emily about how you wanted a certain order from this new restaurant because it tasted like the one you had back home, and to surprise you, he had brought it in one day and set it on your desk, brimming with energy to see your reaction.

You were confused at first, but when you saw him, you’d grinned, prying to box open, then your eyebrows had shot up and he’d asked you if it was your favorite food. You’d pressed your lips together and nodded, grimacing with the first bite, “I love it, thank you.”

Later on, he’d smacked Morgan for the first time upside the head, running away quickly after, Morgan had chased him for some time until Hotch had told them to stop acting like, “idiots,” and thst, “Jack acthas better self control than you two most days.”

“Do you have any pets at home?” He asked, watching you stretch out your arms above your head, deflating against your seat.

You smiled, “I used to have a dog, but she died before I left for university.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned.

“Don’t be, she wasn’t really mine, but my sister’s.”

He nodded, it was early morning, everyone had gotten up way before they’d wanted to, except him. He was ready to go a bit too early, and when he’d picked you up at your apartment, it seemed as if you hadn’t slept much either.

“Hey, Spencer?” You suddenly whispered.

“Yeah?” He stared down at you as you began to move, causing him to shift until his body aligned with yours and your back hit his chest.

“Do you want to hear a boring story?” He quirked a brow, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. To the normal eye, you seemed incredibly close, strangely close–a couple kind of close, but to the team and between the two of you, it was more like the relationship Penelope and Dereck had, although instead of heaty words, it was comforting gestures like this, that, and you were always attached at the hip, you were partners with each other before anyone else, work partners that is.

“What’s a boring story?” He asked and you didn’t know if he was trying to be poetic, but it brought a smile to your face.

“My grandfather,” you focussed your eyes on the window, finding warmth in being pressed against him, his arms acting as a blanket that wrapped around you. “He was old in age, I mean, I knew that even when I was a kid, but there were times,” you shook your head recalling the moments in your mind.

Spencer kept quiet, listening intently as he rubbed circles on the exposed inner corner of your elbow.

“He would take me on adventures and back then, he seemed so young, so exceptionally immortal. It was otherworldly,” your voice got quieter as you continued, “I don’t know how to face him,” you sighed–God it seemed like all you could do for the past 45 hours was sigh.

“Tell me,” he whispered, “tell me about the adventures.”

You paused, turning your head slightly to see him, you’d done this countless times, but for some reason, it seemed more pertinent now. More….significant, “my grandad,” you murmured, “he was my captain. That was the game. We’d go to the pier sometimes, or the forest, and he’d always have these elaborate scavenger hunts set up in advance. He really–” you blinked and breathed, “...he was really good at things like that.”

“Setting up games?” Spencer asked incredulously, but you knew it was good-natured, meant to bring the smile that had so evidently fallen off back to your face.

“At crafting and cultivating imagination.”

“Ah,” Spencer nodded, “yeah how did I miss that?”

You smacked is chest playfully.

“How do you feel about seeing your family, how long has it been?”

You gazed out the window again, there was low chatter around the plain, it was dark, the lights were off, and most people were asleep. You pondered briefly about why Spencer was still up and deigned to ask him when sunlight shone through the window, blinding you momentarily. It wasn’t a lot nor was it as bright as you were used to, and it was quickly hidden behind the clouds once more, but you smiled at it anyway.

“A new beginning,” you raised your hand, blocking the slight sunlight that filtered in now and then, not really sure what you meant.

Spencer chuckled, reaching out to grab your wris. He held it, waving it around as if you were casting a non-verbal spell.

“We don’t have to talk about it now,” he whispered, “but whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

“I know you will,” you replied as easily as if you hadn’t said anything at all. “You always are.”

And again, for a moment, you pondered why that was, why Spencer always seemed to be the only person–other than Emily–who was always there for you when you needed someone, why he was the only person you wanted there when things went wrong.

It was a question that had bubbled up over the last month since Emily had left. You’d begun to lean on him a lot more, yes, but you could very well just have as easily called Emily. Spencer wasn’t lying, you knew she would pick up no matter what, but oddly, you found you didn't want to call her because–you already had the person you needed with you. And he would always be there, even if you stopped working together, Spencer would always be there.

You were sure you could call him in the middle of the night and he’d come running. But why would you want to? You shook the dangerous thought away.

“It’s sunrise,” he said, pulling your attention back to the window. Slowly, he brought your hand to once again rest on your stomach.

“We still have about 5 hours,” you sighed, noting the time.

He leaned back, shifting in his seat, “Then we better get comfortable.”

You wondered what you’d do first when you landed, would you have so much jet lag you wouldn’t be able to see your family for some time? Would you be able to sleep? Finally? Where would your grandpa be? Probably at the funeral home. Would other family members be traveling into the city for the funeral? If they were they’d have to stay at the main house, there wewould be no other space available in the others.

You were only staying three days, and if Stauss called you in early, you’d have no choice, but to leave before that. You were able to solve one more case before you left, though you had still strained for sleep, everyone else seemed to be a little overly excited. Blake stayed to help other teams, she was new and you weren’t that close, though she didn’t seem to mind.

She was like Rossi in that department, unable to take days away from work as she ran on catching these guys. But for you, and everyone else on the team, you were sure, you couldn’t wait for your days off.

They were the closest thing you got to normalcy, that and time with Spencer outside of work, it was time in your world, one where bad guys didn’t exist, one where you could escape into the realities of a Charlotte Bontë novel, one your grandpa had gifted you before you could remember a life without it.

You wanted to thank Spencer, but you didn’t know how. You wanted to thank everyone, really, but Spencer most of all, and instead of thinking about why, of letting it plague your thoughts, you leaned further into him, rubbed your face into his soft sweater vest, and closed your eyes.

Penelope threw her head back as she grabbed her suitcase, “where to now?” Spencer pushed her sunhat out of the way. She was in for a rude awakening, it was winter in Europe, and though most people were on holiday, that only meant the airports would be extra lively.

“First, let’s make sure we have everyone.” You began counting of heads, narrowing your eyes, “where’s Hotch?”

“We’re here!” Jack came running, Hotch sprinting after him. It was not too odd a sight, for you to see Hotch in dad mode, he normally had that look on when Spencer did something stupid or Penelope said too much on speaker–but this, oh this was gold.

Rossi snapped a photo with an old camera he’d brought along, chuckling when Hotch glared at him. “Alright,” you nodded, noting Hotch’s girlfriend slowly filling the space beside him. “Now, my immediate family isn’t that big, but the rest of the family does live in the same town, so you’ve all been assigned housemates.”

“Housemates?” JJ raised a brow.

“I’ll,” you checked the time, “explain on the train, come on.”

You were honestly surprised everyone had come, you’d invited them because you truly had thought them being here would lessen the pain, but to think that they all wanted to be here for you as well, even Rossi had come–and he hated taking vacation time. Though, the most surprising had to be the fact that Blake had actually succeeded in getting Straus to let you all come.

You stayed together, it was easy for some, though others kept getting sidetracked. You stopped a few times to look at a few shops and monuments, though you kept explaining to Penelope she’d have more than enough time later to go on her mini explorations.

You supposed it was normal though, that was how you were your first time in America–your first time in any new country or state, really. Most everyone had never been to Europe, even for you it felt like stepping into a storybook. You hadn’t been home in so long, it was like a lost memory.

Though afternoon, the day was getting dark already, and people were milling about, readying for Christmas–your heart lurched, and though you tried not thinking about him too much, you couldn’t help but wonder if your grandfather had been alone during his passing, what were his last words? His last thoughts? Rainclouds not only drew to the sky but your mind as well.

You felt more than guilty, that was the only way you could describe the horrid emotion twisting in your gut ever since you’d received the letter. You hadn’t seen your parents–your sister–face to face in a long time. It was part of the guilt of moving to America without giving them a heads up and for leaving when you knew they wanted you to stay.

Your older sister had stayed, why couldn’t you have? There really was no explanation other than you just couldn’t. It felt small, suffocating. You loved your hometown, but eventually, you knew there had to be something more out there, something more calling your name, and the longer you stayed, the more you buried that feeling, the less motivated to do anything you got.

So, you saved up during your uni days and took the first position in America you’d found, which is how you ended up at Interpol, climbing the ranks slowly but surely and eventually working with Clyde.

You reached the train station, the cool weather making everything around you a tint of blue. The benches that sat in front of the train tracks were taken up by Jack, Henry, and Will, who’d been carrying a ton of baby supplies. You paused, checked your watch again, nodded, and turned your face toward everyone again, “Alright people, here’s the plan. My family knows you're coming, one of the reasons they were okay with it is because we own a few properties and can house you all, hence your housemates, or if you prefer, hosts.” You glanced at JJ, “You, Will, and Henry will be staying with my sister and her husband. She has two kids so she’s used to the noise.”

You had thought about letting Hotch stay with your sister, but that would have just been too weird. No, instead you’d paired Hotch up with one of your cousins, who was married, but had no kids. Jack was older, no longer in diapers, and had a controlled temper, so it seemed perfect.

You relayed this information and moved on, “Penelope and Morgan, you’re staying with my aunt and uncle on my dad’s side, trust me, you’ll be thanking me–and Rossi, you’re with my aunt an uncle on my mom’s side Is that everyone then?” You looked around, nodding.

“Hang on,” Rossi held up a hand, “I don’t like the way you said that last part.”

“That’s everyone then?” You ignored him, “All alright, the train should be here–” You cut off your sentence as the train pulled into the station, “...right on time.”

Waiting your turn to step onto the train as people made their way off, you felt around in your pocket for the letter one last time, sighing in relief when you it was still there. You grabbed your suitcase and began pulling it aboard the train when Spencer grabbed your arm and held you back. You glanced at everyone else boarding the train, making sure you had time before turning back, “Uhm,” he frowned, looking awkward, “where am I staying?”

“Hmm?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at your watch again, “with me and my parents.” You said it so simply, as if it were an afterthought–as if it was so incredibly obvious that you didn’t think you had to mention it.

“Oh,” he didn’t know how to feel, he was a little embarrassed, but there was something else…sick? He didn’t know, but it made him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.

“Come on,” you latched your hand onto his wrist and yanked him onto the train, “before it leaves without us.”

You honestly wanted to go straight to your parent's house, but you knew you had to introduce your co-workers/friends to your family so when you left it wasn’t so weird, though the only one who complained was Rossi, you couldn’t blame him, but at the same time you found it funny. He swore up and down you had put him in this position on purpose and he didn’t find it funny–“Not one bit,” he’d said right before you left him in his room. “I’ll get you back for this,” he’d warned.

Once you’d left JJ, Will, and Henry at your sisters–she hadn’t been home, thank God, as you didn’t think you could face her just yet–you and Spencer hailed a cab and had all but drifted off to sleep during the ride to your childhood home. Your mom had been the firstborn, so she’d gotten the main house, though your grandparents never left. They had kind acted as your second parents growing up and you were incredibly close, especially you and your grandfather…and now he was gone. You bit the inner corner of your cheek, feeling like you wanted to cry but just couldn’t find the comfort to do so.

Spencer noticed, of course, that you were leaning on him, and had been the entire cab ride. When the it came to a stop in front of a large, three-story Victorian house, he hesitated before shaking you awake. He wouldn’t have done it if he knew what to do, but this wasn’t his house and this was the first time he was going to meet your parents, though it excited him, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why.

You were like–his platonic soulmate, nothing had ever happened between you two and just because you were going to be sleeping in the same house, probably a few feet apart, didn’t mean anything was going to start now. Morgan slept at Penelope’s all the time and though Spencer always suspected they were more, nothing had ever happened, which meant it was possible for a guy and a girl to just be friends–and yet, here is was, palms sweating, mind running, mouth drying as he walked up the trail leading to the front door of your parent’s house.

A knock, and hushed whispers, and then the door opened, your mother standing in the doorway with a bright smile on her face. She called your name and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You wondered if your grandpa was at the funeral home still, if he was cold, which was a stupid thought, he couldn’t feel anything, he was gone, no longer here roaming the earth, telling his outdated jokes and taking you on secret journey’s, and you were no longer that little girl who laughed at his outdated jokes and believed in the magic of his secret journeys.

When you pulled away your mother, with her now thinning, grayed hair pulled into a tight ponytail and the wrinkles lining her frail face–said, “Oh, let me get a look at you.”

She took a step back and that’s when your father came into view, “Dad,” you smiled, the feeling almost overwhelming.

He pulled you into another hug, and just when you didn’t know if you could handle seeing one more relative you hadn’t seen in ages, your grandmother shouted from somewhere on the first floor, “Is that her? Is she here?”

Your heart seized itself and you took a step back, unknowingly stepping into Spencer’s personal space. You turned to apologize, but your grandmother had already wobbled in on her two dainty legs, as quickly as she could have if in her prime. Her old crone eyes narrowed, “nice of you to grace us with your presence.” She sprinkled salt on the floor as she glowered.

“Mom,” your mother groaned.

“What?” She crossed her arms and turned her head as if she had things better to do than welcome the granddaughter–who’d left everything behind–back into her life.

“It’s fine, Mom,” you reassured as your father went to close the door behind you’d walked in, Spencer gled to your back.

Your grandmother stomped out of the room in old lady fashion. “How are you dear? Have you been getting my letters?”

You cringed, “Yes,” though you never sent one back, you did always text a message, thanking your mom for writing you, she’d only heart it, though, which left you wondering if maybe you should’ve picked up a pen and paper. “I keep them all secure in a drawer.”

She nodded, a placid smile falling to her lips, “Well, you must be tired and–” she glanced at you, then at Spencer, then at your father and held his gaze for a moment before returning her eyes to you, “who’s your…”

“Oh, this is Spencer,” you patted his chest as if that was explanation enough.

Your mother nodded, not really sure how to take it, she turned to Spencer, hoping he’d offer a little more information, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Spencer stared at her hand, contemplating and you were just about to say something about it when he reached out and shook it. Slack-jawed, you eyed him suspiciously, turning away in a huff. When you’d first met him, he’d refused to shake your hand, sure he had come a long way since then, but it still annoyed you for some reason.

“Come, let me show you your rooms.”

Your mother led you up the starcase than faded into a small stairwell, leading up to the second floor. The wood was old mahogany, though you weren’t paying much attention to it. At the end of the left hall was another staircase that led to the third floor, but even half awake you knew it was probably locked. It always had been.

You recognized the wallpaper, a deep, forest green and you half wondered if the wallpaper in your bedroom had changed, if it had been converted into a guest bedroom. Your mother gave Spencer the guest room down the hall. You waved goonight to him before heading into your room. He paused his eyes taking in your childhood home.

It was so incredibly different from his, but it also felt…small. You were this giant, bubble of energy and a quiet town in Europe just dind’t seem to add up to your personality. He sighed and pulled open the door, you weren’t a few steps away like he had hoped, but you were close enough. He stopped himself–this was completely bizarre, even for him. This was more up–well, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t up his alley.

Tired, you’d turned in for the night, though your eyes caught on all the things you’d left behind, you told yourself you’d look at it in the morning. You were glad everyone was here supporting you, you were especially glad to have Spencer–were glad he came, but then of course he came, that was just the kind of person he was.

You turned off the lamp on the bedside table, burying your face in the sheets, finding yourself still unable to cry, but whispering, “You would have liked him a lot, nonno*.” Which was madness, firstly, why did it matter if you grandfather would have liked Spencer or not. Secondly, your grandfather was gone, and the whole reason you were here was because of that fact. Maybe you just couldn’t accept it yet and that’s why you were thinking all these weird thoughts, why you couldn't cry.

You sighed, shutting your eyes, hoping you wouldn’t dream; to face tomorrow, you would just need sleep. Sleep and a lot of quiet.

You cracked open one eye, light trickling in through the curtains though it wasn’t bright. You left your door ajar as you headed toward the bathroom. There was soft chatter on the first floor, and you were sure your grandmother and parents were awake. The faint aroma of coffee wafted through the air and you wondered if Spencer was up too.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out as he stepped out of the bathroom just as you went to open the door. His hair was wet and he was wearing a white collared shirt under a brown sweater vest. He smiled when he saw you, though your eyes were drawn to the water dripping down his forehead. He was holding a towel, you assumed to try and dry it, though it looked if he hadn’t had much success.

“Morning.” You murmured.

“Good morning,” he echoed, stepping out of the way. “You’re parents said I could,” he motioned behind him, pressing his lips together when you raised a brow. He nodded, “hurry? I am kind of nervous.”

You snorted and shook your head, “sure thing, piccolo*.”

You shut the bathroom door behind you, feeling an airy sensation float through your body as you began pulling your clothes off.

Half an hour later, you found Spencer in his room still trying to dry his hair. “You should just let it air dry.” You voiced, tucking a lock of your own wet hair behind your ear.

He looked up when you opened the door, sighing, and setting the hand towel to the side. His hair was nearly dry, though he was trying to get the wet bits in the back.

You huffed, climbing on the bed and sitting behind him on your knees, “let me see it.” You began massaging the now-damp towel into his hair, trying to use the little dry parts it still had left. He chuckled, jerking his head slightly when the towel rubbed a sensitive spot. You smirked, “that tickle?”

He huffed another laugh, “stop,” he called your name in warning, “I’m serious.”

You laughed, running the towel teasingly up and down his neck. He jerked and eventually jumped up, pushing you backward on accident. He launched a tickle attack, fingers jabbing at your sides, your neck, under your arms, and when you thought he couldn’t get any worse, he sought your feet, your sockless feet.

“Okay!” You snorted, “Okay, you win!”

“What?” He asked, staring down at you with triumph.

“Oh, don’t be an ass.”

He grinned playfully, but relented, “Alright, come on, your parents probably want to see you.”

You huffed a sigh and threw your head back, the pillows coming to its rescue as you let your hands come to rest on your stomach, “do we have to?” His grin eased into a gentle smile and you gave in, jumping up, “Yeah, fine.”

You headed downstairs, passing picture frames from past relatives. There were so many ancient trinkets that your generations had left behind, Spencer said it was like walking through time, and it honestly was. Not just because the house was built in the middle 1800s, but because everything from the wallpaper to the furniture, and right down to the people still living in it–had that reminiscent aura about them.

“Nice of you to join us.” Your grandmother said as you walked in, “And who’s this, a boyfriend?”

Your mother sent hers a warning glare before turning back to you, “good morning, please sit,” she motioned toward the breakfast table.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Spencer said taking the seat beside you, “again.”

Your mother laughed and waved a hand, “There is no need for formalities, but I do want to thank you for coming.” She glanced at you momentarily, but you avoided her eyes. You knew you would eventually have to speak to everyone again, but you weren’t ready for that yet.

“So, how long have you been dating my daughter?” Your father asked. You would have choked on the tea had you drunk any prior. Your eyes widened instead and you turned to Spencer apologetically, but he didn’t seem at all fazed, “we’re just friends.”

His smile seemed content, but your grandmother scoffed. You turned to her, almost already fed up with the little attitude that’d been present since your arrival. You knew she had always preferred the company of your sister, and she detested you for leaving without a word–not to her, but to your grandfather.

You frowned, wanting to ask about it, but you couldn’t find words that would bring the least amount of sadness to the room.

“Are you going out today?” Your father changed the subject, turning toward Spencer. He seemed to catch on to the fact that you were uncomfortable, so he directed all his questions at your beloved pretty boy.

Spencer answered them with ease–to which you knew you’d be in debt. An hour went by and Penelope was blowing up the team group chat, asking when you were meeting up. Eventually, you knew you’d have to take her around town and to be honest, you could use a little distraction from the looming presence of being around the rest of your family when they got in this afternoon.

“When will you be back?” Your mother asked

“Not sure,” you replied, more clipped than you meant for it to be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her,” Spencer reassured, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” your grandmother poked her head out of nowhere.

You shot her a glare and said, “Is this your way of seeing me off?”

Shocked by your reply, she tutted and jerked her head away, with closed eyes and crossed arms. You rolled your eyes, whispering, “see you later,” in the softest voice you could manage.

“That was…”

You huffed, wrapping your arms around yourself, “tell me about it.”

“So…your grandmother…”

“She hates me because I left, deep down they all do.” You frowned, but no tears came, they seemed to evade you.

Spencer pressed his lips together, normally he had the perfect response for anything you said, but you never spoke about your family. You were always sure to draw a boundary, you were very much like Emily in that sense, or at least he thought so.

You took a cab to the pier, agreeing to meet at the beach seemed simple. There were a few people, mostly locals though, your hometown wasn’t a place tourists normally visited. The main reason this town was able to survive was because a lot of the residents were wealthy, and that wealth stayed in the family and–well, the families stayed here.

“Woah,” Penelope yelped at the fourth store you stopped in, “we have to look around,” she said, eye-widening. Jack and Henry were milling about together, looking at little trinkets. You recognized the shop, it was an antique toy store–your grandfather had bought all your gifts over the years from this one in particular, some were secondhand, but they were sentimental to you and you had taken a few with you when you’d moved to America.

“Babygirl, calm down.” Morgan laughed, following her down an aisle.

“How’s everyone settling in?” You asked, turning to Rossi when he huffed and muttered something under his breath. “What was that?” You leaned in, grinning.

Spencer pulled you back just as Rossi glared and called you a sadist. “We’re doing fine, your sister is nice.” JJ smiled, “she was asking about you,” she paused, waiting to see if it was an alright topic of conversation. When she realized you were waiting patiently for her to continue, she did, “she said she was sorry for not being home when you dropped us off. She wanted to catch up.”

You took a breath, your cheeks seemingly hot in the cold weather. “I know it’s not my place,” Will started, catching your eyes, “...but I…I think you should talk to her…”

You frowned at him, contemplating, then you nodded, sigh slipping past your lips, “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Oh!” Penelope shouted, “Gelato, my phone says there’s a gelato place right around the corner!”

You noticed Morgan walking up behind her when a laugh–though it sounded more like a croak–rang through your ears. “Your phone would be correct,” an old woman rounded the counter, short as could be. Her eyes bounced from face to face, settling on yours, “I told your old wench of a grandmother you’d come back. Were it for anything it’d be for him.” She sighed, “Come here, let me have a spin, my God how long has it been?”

You wanted to say eight years, but you neglected that subject and instead focussed your memory on figuring out who this woman was.

“Hmm,” she hummed after a moment, taking a step back, her arms so incredibly bony they looked as if they might snap with the slightest pressure. Her pallor was somewhat tanned, and there were a few black spots up and down her exposed skin.

“You’re nonna’s old classmate.” It clicked, she was always stopping by the house in your earlier days, and she’d sometimes sit on the wraparound porch, sipping wine with your grandmother.

“Did you forget me already capretta*?” She chuckled as if she’d made a joke.

The rest of your group had deemed the conversation not there’s to listen in on, so they’d taken to wandering around the shop, the only one who stayed–partially because he wanted to and partially because you’d grabbed his wrist when he had tried walking away–was Spencer.

“I’m not a little girl anymore,” you murmured, “you shouldn’t call me that.”

“Oh, you’ll always be capretta* to me, you and all the others.” She smiled, her beady eyes watching you for a moment, as if expecting you to do something brash. Eventually, she said, “his funeral is tomorrow, yes?”

“Yeah,” saying it brought out a wave of pain. Your mouth felt heavy and your stomach dropped to your feet.

She nodded, “have you decided what you’re going to say?”

You shook your head, “I won’t be speaking.”

She paused, disappointment flashing across her face, “well, I’m sorry to hear that.” You pressed your lips together and began turning away, ready to get out of this uncomfortable situation, but she wasn’t finished, “you know, I’m sure he’s happy you’re here.”

Spencer watched you close your eyes, take a deep, shuddering breath, and open them carefully. He watched them gloss over and without thinking about it, snaked a hand behind your back, as if holding you to this earth would help you in some way, unbeknownst to him, it did. His touch grounded you, and you thought, another debt to be owed.

“You’re amante*,” she said right before you walked back outside.

“He’s not my–” you waved your hands but your your words faltered as she shook a cloth at you, a knowing smile adorning her face.

“Maybe not yet, capretta*.”

You sighed, yanking Spencer outside. “What did she say?” He asked as if he couldn’t use damned context clues.

“Nothing,” you responded, but Rossi raised an eyebrow, holding up his hands when you shot him a look, your eyes flashing in warning.

The other’s finally joined you outside and you spent a few more hours acting as a tour guide. When you deemed it time to go home, you told everyone to be ready in formal attire around 8, the rest of your family would be coming in, staying at the main house as it was the last place that still had room, and a small party would ensue. Everyone only came together for weddings and funerals so they tended to make the most of it.

You weren’t really looking forward to seeing the rest of your cousins, hell you could barely face your immediate family, extended seemed a little too much too soon.

You thought about hiding up in your room, you hadn't had much time to take it in yet and you thought it might help.

Relatives started arriving around 7:30. Spencer had wandered down to your room and knocked, though you could hear the hesitation in it. “Come in,” you said, sitting up.

He walked through, shutting the door softly behind him. “So this is where I find all your secrets.” He chirped, an easy smile settling on his face as joined you on the bed, leaning back. “It’s pink,” he noted.

“Hey,” you said, “the wallpaper came with the room.”

He huffed a laugh, his eyes catching on a few blankets stacked neatly on a shelf linear your bed, “are those your baby blankets?”

“No,” you laid back down, the lamp at your side dimming slightly. “I think I stole those from my sister.”

He smiled, “I wonder what it’s like to have a sibling.”

You smiled, recalling all the idiotic fights you’d get into, how your parents would send you two to your room until you, “learned to love each other”. “She’s older by a few years,” your voice carried through the silent room, though it was lively on the first floor. You suddenly remembered you had a third, but you couldn’t recall a single memory of you being allowed there as is had always been locked.

“Do you want to talk about her?” He asked after a while.

You debated, on one hand, it might be good practice for when you spoke to her, on the other hand, what would you even say? You had no idea how she’d been these past eight years, what her life was like. What could you say and so you said, “ask me about her.”

He hummed for a moment, falling on, “why’d you steal the blankets?”

Your lips pressed together and you tried piecing together an accurate depiction of the event. “Well, she’d got them on a trip with our grandmother. My grandfather and I had been on an adventure, I think we were in the forest, I can’t remember,” you sat up and pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to the dresser and bending down to the shelf that held the blankets.

Spencer sat up, letting his eyes follow you, he felt warm, not anxious. Though his mind was working slowly, he found he didn’t mind. You seemed to calm everything down for him, it was a sense of comfort he hadn’t known he’d needed until you came into his life, and his headaches from before had slowly ceased the closer the two of you got.

“This one,” you held up, “was originally hers.” You brought it to him as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed, his feet sprawled around you. You didn’t think twice before stepping in between him, but you had never done that before and it caught him off guard. You had never been in such proximity when you were both wide awake, and you certainly had never faced each other like this.

Nevertheless, he didn’t mind–in fact, he was finding it increasingly obvious that he preferred you to be as close to him as possible. He ran a hand over the smooth ruffles of the white blanket. It was pleaded with light pink embroidery. “You should give it to your daughter.” He heard himself say, though his throat went dry right after.

“You think so?” You found yourself wanting to be closer to him–as if I’m not close enough, you scolded yourself.

“Yeah,” he looked up at you, and gosh–it looked like he wanted you, and gosh–you felt your heartbeat speed up.

Your body moved on its own, stepping forward, loving the way his legs close together to entrap you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping the blanket down beside him. You lifted your knees onto either side of his waist and sat in his lap, his arms snaking around your hips. “Hi,” you murmured, a nervous–almost hesitant–expression falling over your features.

His eyes flitted between your lips and your eyes, but he managed to force out a, “hi.”

You bit your lip and it drew his gaze instantly, you could feel his heart palpitate in his chest, almost as fast as yours. His eye fluttered close and his head fell back when you ran your hands through his hair. You didn’t know what you were doing, you told yourself multiple times, unsure of why this was happening–now of all times, oh your sweet nonno! Forgive me, you pleaded.

You angled your head forward, ready to do the one thing you’d knew your subconscious had been wanting for God knew how long, but then a knock sounded on the door and Spencer’s eyes opened once again.

“Who–” you cleared your throat, “who is it?”

“Uhm,” a nervous chuckle came from the other side of the door, “it..it’s me.” Your sister. You cursed, glanced at Spencer, then with an apologetic look, unraveled yourself from his embrace.

You walked toward the door, trying to fix your nettled clothing in the process. You took a breath and paused, then opened the door. Your sister stood there, tall, lean, and elegant, as you remembered her to be. “Hi,” she smiled, tilting her head.

You smiled back, trying your best to not give away what had just been going on–what the actual hell was just going on? You wanted to contemplate it more, wanted to ask yourself what the hell you thought you were doing–but refrained from doing so in the moment.

“Can…can I come in?”

You tensed, your eyes darting behind you and Spencer stood, throwing you an understanding glance. Your sister took a step back as he left the room, eyes following him as he disappeared somewhere down the hall. You swallowed and shifted out of the doorway, “come in.”

She raised an eyebrow but kept quiet upon you lifting a hand.

“How have you been?” She asked once you shut the door.

You thought about your answer, settling for, “good,” because you had been good, you had been very good, up until you got that letter.

“That’s good,” she responded, looking around the room, smiling, “you know, mom kept it just the way you had it when you left.”

You nodded, yes, you had noticed that, but you weren’t sure how you felt about it just yet.

“What’s this?” She walked toward your bed, where Spencer had been not a minute ago. She picked up the dainty blanket and sat down, steering clear of the part that had been undoubltey rumpled by Spencer. “Oh,” she said as if just recalling, “it’s the blanket I gave you.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, you distinctly remember you stealing it from your room and hiding it when she had come asking if you’d seen it.

She laughed, apparently recalling the same thing, “I knew you had it back then,” which came as a surprise to you. She bit back a smile as she began folding it again, “nonna told me to let you keep it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, “did she?”

“Yep,” your sister popped the ‘p’.

“Hmm,” you hummed.

“What?” She asked, setting the blanket aside.

“She’s become batty.”

Your sister’s eyebrows rose, “how do you mean?”

“She’s been nothing but brutal to me,” you frowned, crossing your arms.

Your sister’s eye crinkled like she was about to laugh, “wow,” she said instead, “you’ve been gone so long you must have forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?” You scoffed.

“That’s how she’s always been,” your sister shook her head, mumbling your name and something else incoherent before turning to look back up at you, “I hope you visit again, that this isn’t some one off thing.”

You pulled away, your walls instantly going back up and your sister sighed, clearly noting the mask of an expression. “You always did that when you were a kid, you know.”

“Did what?” You furrowed your brows.

“Fold into yourself,” she waved her hands, “I don’t know how else to explain it.” She huffed, “you know, we really miss you, everyone. My kids,” she started, tears thrreatening to break loose, “you nieces and nephews–they don’t even know you.”

You looked down and for a second you weren’t sure what she was talking about, but then you remembered that yes–you were a zia*, your sister had children, three of them, and you hadn’t met them once.

Guilt wrapped itself around you like a veil, “I’m sorry,” you heard yourself saying, your face contorting as if you wanted to cry, wanted to express how remorseful you felt, but didn’t know how to.

“You’re just like her,” she threw her head back as a few tears ran down her cheek, “I think that’s why you were closer to Nonno*. You and Nonna* are too alike, you’re both so damn stubborn.” She huffed a laugh and for a moment, a sliver of a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“I think love my best friend,” you found yourself admitting, maybe it was your way of trying to reach out, to tell your sister you were still you.

“That guy that was just here?” She grinned at you, “yeah, the family has been talking about it, Nonna* said to expect a wedding within the next year.”

Your face fell, embarrassment taking over, “what? Why? That old bat!” You scoffed, standing, “I can’t believe her, I’ve only been here–what? Two days? If that? That crazy old woman,” you marched toward the door, “Well?” You called to your sister, “are you going to back me up or what?”

She stared at you for a moment and then slowly, but surely, an calm smile crept onto her face, but her eyes were ones of storybook villains,“yeah, sure.”

The day started gloomy, though when you met Spencer in the hall, it became just a little less than that. You weren’t feeling like yourself, though you weren’t actually sure what self you were referring to.

JJ had messaged the group chat that she’d be late because Henry had an accident right before they set off to leave. You thought about messaging your sister, but it felt weird, you weren’t used to initiating conversation with your family, so you didn’t, although you did plan to speak before the funeral.

You wore simple black attire, as did everyone else and you caught yourself holding onto Spencer’s hand tighter than usual, almost as if he’d leave you too, and you couldn’t have that. Your heart studded in your chest once you saw the coffin, it was closed, of course. It had been open for the hearing, but that had occured before you’d landed.

You couldn’t move forward. You told the others to go on and after making sure you were okay, they did, “but you’re not allowed to go,” you’d whispered, almost to yourself.

Spencer had squeezed your hand, whispering back, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your family gathered around the casket and the sacerdote* stepped forward, reading off a few of the retellings your grandmother had no doubt written down with the help of your parents. You noted a few other, non-related spectators, probably friends.

A few of his favorite songs were played and then your mother said a few words, followed by your grandmother, and finally your sister. “Are you okay?” Spencer pulled you closer by your arm.

You pressed your lips together, watching the coffin being lowered into the grave. “I don’t know…” and when you swallowed, you found your throat dry and for the first time since the letter, you not only found yourself wanting to cry, you found it was almost within reach.

The ceremony ended and relatives began dropping dirt into the grave, you thought to say one last prayer before leaving, but you didn’t want anyone to see you. You turned to Spencer and let go of his hand, “I just…” you turned away, pressing your lips together as you eyed the fresh grave.

He smiled sadly, but he nodded; he always seemed to be able to understand you no matter how silent or how loud you were. Maybe that’s why you loved him, you couldn’t be sure. There were so many things you loved about him–gosh you loved him. The revelation was like a wish from a birthday candle being answered.

You stepped away and Spencer watched as you pushed through the crowd. Hotch and the others surrounded him, questioning stares ever-present. “We should give her some time,” he said after seeing you hesitate, then sit near the makeshift headstone.

“What’s she doing?” Penelope frowned, watching you shift in your spot on the wet grass.

“Saying goodbye,” Spencer was the only one to respond–he was also the last one to retreat.

You didn’t know how to begin, you hadn’t spoken to him in eight years. You were scared that he was angry at you, but then again, you knew that couldn’t be the case, yes you knew he was gone, but what if his spirit was still here? What if he couldn’t move on because he had unfinished business and it was your fault?

You stopped yourself, since when did you believe in superstition? That was your parents…and Rossi; not you.

You sighed, running your hand through the grass, deciding to start as if he were still there, trying not to sound too guilty.

Nonno, you began, I–I’m sorry, you shook your head, I know, I know I should have visited. I know– a single tear fell down your cheek and you paused to wipe it away, shocked by your own emotions. “Forgive me,” you whispered.

“You sound like a crazy person,” you jerked your head to the side, eyes landing on your grandmother.

You huffed, eyes narrowing as you sniffled and wiped another tear that had fallen. “You’re one to talk.”

Your grandmother shifted, as if uncomfortable, and then she moved forward, more brittle than you had noticed the first time. “I’m not going to sit down,” she said after a moment, “don’t let my looks full you, I’m not how I once was.” She grunted as she stood beside you.

“Yeah, well, your looks aren’t fooling anyone, so.”

“Ouch,” she laughed, but it sounded like a wenches cackle. “Oh nipotina*,” she clicked her tongue and shook her head, a complacent smile making its way onto her wrinkled face.

You sat in silence, comfortable or not, you were glad she had stopped talking, you didn’t know what to say to her. In your opinion, you had never really gotten along with your grandmother, this wasn’t reconnecting with your parents or sisters or even your zia* and zio*, this was…new territory altogether.

You frowned, “listen, child,” and you did, you perked up, you could listen to her talk, that would be easy, you just hoped she didn't expect a response. “Your grandfather loved you, he never stopped talking about you.” You smiled, but then it faltered. You had abandoned him, hadn’t even deigned to visit because of how guilty you’d felt…

“He knew,” you whispered, heart racing.

You heard your grandmother sigh. “I thought as much,” she frowned, staring at her husband's grave as if she could bring him back by will alone.

“You did?” You hadn’t left without saying goodbye, not to him at least, that was one thing everyone had gotten wrong, your grandmother knowing had never occurred to you because you were sure your grandfather kept it a secret. Why else would the entire family have blown up when they’d realized you had left? When they’d realized it was too late to stop or convince you otherwise–because by the time everyone else had found out, you were halfway across the North Atlantic already.

“I always thought it was strange how he never said anything about it.” A grim smile tugged her at her red-painted lips.

“Nonna*, did I make the right decision?” You asked, surprising even yourself.

She sighed and you thought she might say ‘I can’t tell you if it was right or wrong’ or something a normal grandmother would say, but your grandmother wasn’t normal, she was an old bat, probably the same one you’d turn into at her age and she said, “You’re damned right you were wrong.”

Your mouth dropped, taken aback, and then you burst into laughter, throwing your head back as you tried wiping your tears, “oh you’re such an old bat,” you sighed.

“I knew you always called me that behind my back,” she harumphed, jerking her head away and crossing her arms like a child.

“Oh come now, Nonna*,” you stood and reached out the touch her shoulder.

She huffed and dropped her arms, eyes darting around your face in what seemed to be concern. “You were wrong for not telling the rest of us, you had your parents worried sick, and your sister too.” Her frown deepened, “even me.”

You nodded, “I know, but nonna*,” you sighed, wanting to explain yourself, but she held up a hand. You raised a brow, almost saying huh, so that’s where I get it from, out loud.

“Your grandfather always said you were meant for something greater, that your heart wouldn’t allow you to stay in this town the way ours allowed the rest of us.

“No, no nipotina*, you were not wrong for leaving. This town, this family? Yes, you come from here, but there,” she nodded her head toward your co-workers, (or friends, you were honestly still deciding), “with them, that is where you belong now.”

You smiled, finding acceptance in her answer.

“And your friend,” she rolled her eyes when she said it, “well, I expect the wedding to be here.”

You huffed a laugh before turning, catching Specner’s eye, and when he waved your heart swelled. “We’ll see,” you started walking away.

Your grandmother trailed after you, throwing her hands up and shouting, “incovalato*! You insolent child!”

a/n: ahhh i can't wait to write my next fic because i already know waht it is. i don't want to give spoilers, but just know you're going to see dad!spencer !!

taglist: @darkmatilda @theylovemelody

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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This has been on my mind for NO Fucking reason so to make it shut up, lets talk about it.

"Why doesn't Wade just do chemotherapy?"

In this essay, I will explain the answer to that question, looking at Germ cancer cells and testicular cancer rates to decide-

Can Wade have biological kids?

Let's start with the basic facts.

What a germ cell tumor?

A germ cell tumor is a mass made of reproductive cells, also called germ cells. “Germ” is short for “germinate,” which means to mature. For men and people assigned male at birth (AMAB), germ cells mature into sperm. Related, germ cell tumors most often form where eggs get made (ovaries) and where sperm gets made (testicles).

[ https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/23505-germ-cell-tumor]

Testicular cancer.

Most testicular cancers start in cells known as germ cells and are called germ cell tumours. Germ cells in men produce sperm. Testicular germ cell tumours can develop from germ cell neoplasia in situ (GCNIS). GCNIS means that there are abnormal cells in the testicle.

[https://www.cancerresearchuk.org/about-cancer/testicular-cancer/types#:~:text=Most%20testicular%20cancers%20start%20in,abnormal%20cells%20in%20the%20testicle.]

More than 90% of testicular cancer start in the germ cells, which are cells in the testicles and develop into sperm. This type of cancer is known as testicular germ cell cancer. Testicular germ cell cancer can be classified as either seminomas or nonseminomas, which may be identified by microscopy.

[https://www.cancer.gov/ccg/research/genome-sequencing/tcga/studied-cancers/testicular-germ-cell-study ]

Treatments.

At the moment there is not a lot of options, the most common are:

Chemotherapy

Radiation

Surgery

Chemotherapy.

Chemotherapy works by stopping or slowing the growth of cancer cells, which grow and divide quickly. Because of his healing factor, this would probably not work and if anything cause Wade more illness seeing as Chemo causes

Fatigue

Hair loss

Easy bruising and bleeding

Infection

Anemia (low red blood cell counts)

Nausea and vomiting

Appetite changes

Constipation

Diarrhea

Mouth, tongue, and throat problems such as sores and pain with swallowing

Peripheral neuropathy or other nerve problems, such as numbness, tingling, and pain

Skin and nail changes such as dry skin and color change

Urine and bladder changes and kidney problems

Weight changes

Chemo brain, which can affect concentration and focus (serve mind fog)

Mood changes

Changes in libido and sexual function

And last but not least Fertility problems

[https://www.cancer.org/cancer/managing-cancer/treatment-types/chemotherapy/chemotherapy-side-effects.html ]

Radiation.

At high doses, radiation therapy kills cancer cells or slows their growth by damaging their DNA. Cancer cells whose DNA is damaged beyond repair stop dividing or die. When the damaged cells die, they are broken down and removed by the body. In theory this would work a little bit, for about 12 minutes and then he immediately would have all of those dead cells back because while the radiology killed one spot, cancer spreads. Quickly. With his healing factor its MUCH quicker too. All that pain for nothing.

Fatigue

Hair loss

Memory or concentration problems

Throat problems, such as trouble swallowing

Cough

Shortness of breath

Taste changes

Skin changes (such as burning and peeling)

Less active thyroid gland

Sexual problems

Fertility problems

Urinary and bladder problems

[https://www.cancer.gov/about-cancer/treatment/types/radiation-therapy]

Surgery.

I dont even need any sources for this. We saw what happened to his legs when ripped off. They just grew back. And if removing cancer cells makes newer cancer cells? That's useless.

Summary.

Wades entire body is cancerous. Yes. His ENTIRE body. Every arm, toe, and fingernail on this man is cancerous. His healing factor is literally just having rapid cancer growth (amongst other things)

Chemotherapy and radiation will not work on him. Chemotherapy works by killing cancerous cells in order to grow healtheir ones. Except Wade can only produce cancerous cells. Yes, while they are new and much more likely in the very early stages, it's still cancerous.

This being said, there is no cure or treatment for Wades Cancer (that we know of at this time) Its quite physically the only thing keeping him with super hero powers yet still remains even after his powers are taken.

Hate to say it.

I hate to say it but statistically removing older, more advanced cells to replace with newer, less progressive cells (aka removing or ripping off his limbs/ parts of his body so they can grow back as new and fresh) is probably the best 'treatment' Wade has right now. Radiology would work the same, right?

Yes, but A. Not as B. Too many side effects that he he'll have to deal with MORE making him even more crazy and sick. Why would he do that when he can just tease Logan into slicing a hurt leg off and go from there?

Will the treatment help him be fertile?

Realistically, without his powers, he probably would be dead in a week, perhaps less due to just HOW much cancer this man truly has.

Chemo would also make it worse. So much worse, in fact. Both pain wise and his chances at ever biologically having a child.

Result(s) Before the cancer was diagnosed, (66%) 79/120 couples who attempted to conceive succeeded within 1 year. After (Cancer) treatment, (43%) 38/88 couples conceived within 1 year.

[https://www.fertstert.org/article/S0015-0282(03)00335-2/fulltext]

Testical Germ Cell Tumors are associated with semen abnormalities before orchiectomy. This review shows an increase in abnormal semen parameters among men with TGCT even outside the treatment effects of orchiectomy, radiation, or chemotherapy.

[https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4270136/ ]

The way that TGCT affects the sperm is that it's very common for not only lower sperm count (obviously, it's hard to produce when you're fighting an entire body illness) but also changes the shape of the sperm which makes it very difficult to reach the egg. Sperm with crooked tails, double tails, double heads, or even broken sperm have a very hard time reaching the egg (think of it like natural selection) and die off before they get anywhere. If you already have low countage and most of them can't make it?

Well that's much lower chances of fertility.

In the comics.

In the comics, Wade has a daughter named Eleanor Camacho in which he was unaware of because her mother saw his face and ran away in terror. The entire thing is that her mother thought she was going to die and decided fuck it, if im gonna die Im gonna die happy so decided to spend these last moments with wade (who she literally just met- if that aint weird in itself idk what is).

She only ever found him to demand child support, and he refused to believe such a beautiful child could he his given his stance of insecurity and well- Just utter shock anyway, I think. He is right. Eleanor is gorgeous as a baby and as an adult.

(There's actually a whole comic where he's trying to fight death so his daughter doesn't die before him because he "couldn't bear the thought of living without her" so they activate a bomb "with the power of a black hole" and comit death together. It's very sweet)

TLDR

In conclusion.

Yes, Wade can have children, but he has a better chance at being successful if he removes his lower half and regrows it so that its *less* cancerous than before cells, therefore hes more likely to have normal shaped sperm and probably more of it during the process.

No, chemotherapy, radiation, and surgery would not be effective. Unfortunately, the most effective thing for him is ripping his limbs off sometimes.

"Forest- why the fuck did you write this?"

You know... I really don't know. I wanted to become a bio geneticist, and here I am. Writing about some bald guys' balls on the Internet. Siiigghh... anyway. Use this. however you want, I don't even care at this point.

#sources sited #fuck cancer #testicular cancer #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #deadpool #wade wilson #deadpool 3 #deadclaws #wade has cancer #cancer awareness #what the fuck is wrong with me #in this essay i will #explain something NO ONE asked to know about #vanessa carlysle #wades daughter #eleanor camacho #for science!

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TG: come on TG: knocking me out so you can steal the suicide mission […] TG: you made this even more armageddon than it already was TG: sealing me in the air lock so i can go home to liv tyler and have the most terrible babies with her TT: If it's any consolation, Liv Tyler came with me on the suicide mission.

Which is odd, actually. I don't see how she can meaningfully contribute to the mission. She has no reason to sacrifice her life, and doing so will deprive the kids of a powerful combat asset.

Hopefully that's a sign that she's got something up her sleeve to protect herself - and Rose - from the Tumor. You saved us once before, Liv. Can you make it a twofer?

TG: the bunny or the actress

lmao. It's nice to see that even this isn't enough to kill Dave's sense of humor.

TG: so youre not dead TT: Not yet. TG: then youre dreaming TG: what youre taking a little nap on the moon in the middle of nowhere TT: Afraid not! TT: I am wide awake.

Just like Aradia, Rose is physically standing before him in person. She’s travelling through the Ring, presumably visiting Dave’s bubble on her trip.

It's her last chance to see him, after all.

Davesprite’s still got his Sprite Pendant, I see. I was initially wondering if he would respawn from it after losing to Jack - but if he had, I don't think he'd have retained all this battle damage.

It’s not like Jack to leave a victim alive, so my guess is that Davesprite escaped through time, before his opponent could finish the job.

Jade’s default expression looks so out-of-place on Jadesprite.

She hasn’t been that cheerful since long before she was prototyped – but because she’s ‘a Jade’, she’s stuck with a sprite that was originally drawn with a silly, whimsical girl in mind.

Try as she might, she continues to be herself.

JADESPRITE: what is that? […] DAVESPRITE: legendary sword JADESPRITE: how did you get it? […] DAVESPRITE: shenanigans mostly JADESPRITE: yes i figured shenanigans were probably involved

She seems to be holding up fairly well, all things considered. You definitely wouldn’t expect this kind of dry humor from the earlier Jadesprite, who was barely lucid at all. It's a good sign.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3904 #s162

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𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It’s embarrassing, to say the least. But a part of you should have at least expected something like this from the man to whom you decided to give your whole heart and devote the rest of your life.

He hated you. He loathed you. He told you that you’re useless. He told you that he regretted marrying a barren woman. So what sense does it make if you cry now? Crying won’t change a damn thing. Why are you wasting your tears on someone who cared little for your existence?

Oh! That’s right, the answer is simple, you loved him, and despite all that he had done to you, all the unforgiving nasty words he spouted to you daily. You loved him because he was all you had when you decided to leave your family in the States, just to have a fresh and new start in life. He took care of you and helped you complete your college degree in law all in exchange for being his beautiful wife who would bear him children in the near coming future.

Yeah! You owed him that much.

But sadly you weren’t able to give him all that he wanted from you. You were his wife yes, but a mother of his children? No, you failed to give him a child despite being pregnant by him a couple of times. Yeah, life just decided that it wanted to LIFE and took your kids away.

No one could have prepared you for the multiple miscarriages that you had and even worse when you found out that you had fibroids (uterine myoma). You were devastated to know that the reason you were unable to have kids was that you had a tumor that had been growing inside of you.

Life is just so funny at times. But anyway. Despite all of that being bad news, you were able to do surgery to have that fibroid removed and you were happy that you were able to have children again. But happy moments don’t always last forever.

Ha! Life took its turn to be cruel to you and somehow you had to be diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Yeah, what a fucking life you had. So now you had to get all your eggs removed and as a result of that, you were unable to have kids.

We all know what happened after that right? You fell into depression, you felt as if you had nothing else to give because not only did you fail as a woman, you failed as a wife as well. And your husband made that statement pretty clear to you.

Because once he found out that you weren’t going to be able to have kids, his attitude toward you changed. And instead of loving you, consoling you, and assuring you that what happened to you wasn’t your fault, he made it a daily mission to remind you that you were useless to him.

He made it his duty to remind you that you were a failure.

He made it his goal to remind you that you only had one job to do to repay him for all he had done for you, and you failed.

You failed him as a wife.

You failed him as a woman.

You failed to become the mother of his children.

The children that you never had. Yeah, he blamed you for that too. He blamed you for all your miscarriages, he told you that you killed his kids. Such shame. You’re lucky he never served you with divorce papers. Wow!

As a result of this, he distanced himself from you and buried himself in work just to stay away from you. And despite how badly you were hurting, you still cared for this man.

You still managed to play your part as his wife and smile throughout the pain just to show him that you still appreciated all that he had done for you.

That’s all you can do, accept his cruelty and show your appreciation hoping that one day, things or life would be better for you. But instead of getting better, it got worse because now you had to sit in front of the television inside the new apartment complex you moved into a few months ago, watching something that will forever haunt you for the day to come.

“Now for today’s hot topic. District Attorney Saijo Takeda was Caught having sex with a stripper inside xxx strip and it is said that he allegedly got this stripper pregnant. WOW! Who would have thought that the self-proclaimed family man who does something so scandalous and distaste behind his wife’s back? I feel so bad for Saijo Y/N.”

Life just kept getting worse for you.

…

“How could you do this to me?” you screamed at your husband who was just sitting around the kitchen bar swirling the whiskey around in his cup. “You cheated on me and got a stripper pregnant?”

He scoffed, “So what if I did that hm? What if cheated and got another woman pregnant? How is that any of your business?”

“It’s my business because I am your wife, Takeda. I’m your wife.” you cried. You could feel the slight sting in your chest, your heart aching and tearing up inside from all the regret and betrayal that you’re feeling.

“Whatever,” he responded, not caring if your cheeks were flustered, eyes swelled from the number of tears you cried, and how much your lips trembled. He turned his back to you and continued to sip on his whiskey.

You were in pain. “I know you hate me. But you didn’t need to do this to me. After all that I’ve been through. Losing all four of our kids and having to carry that burden on my own. I don’t deserve this.”

“And whose fault is it?” your husband screamed, tossing the empty cup towards you and it shattered at your bare feet. “Who’s damn fault, is it? You killed all four of my unborn children with that useless body of yours.”

“I’m not useless,” you cried. “I’m not useless. I don’t deserve this. I tried my best.”

“Oh for fuck sake,” he chuckled as he stood up from around the kitchen island and walked towards you. “You useless fucking bitch. You tried your best my ass. You know, instead of complaining, you should be happy you know.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you should be happy that I finally found someone capable enough to give me a child,” he said, smiling down at you. Your lips quivered as you stared up into his unremorseful eyes. “Unlike a certain someone.”

“Don’t say that to me,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you spoke. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this Tak…”

“Shut up. It’s your fault I cheated and there’s no taking it back now hm?” He said before lifting his hand to pat your flustered cheek. “Now clean this up. Have dinner ready by the time I come back and while you’re at it, I suggest you read a couple of articles online on how to care for a pregnant woman. I have a baby on the way,” and with that said he left.

He left you standing there with your thoughts and his final words. It was then you knew that your husband truly hated you. He cheated on and did not have one ounce of guilt in him. And then he dared to blame his infidelity on you and lastly, he told you that you were going to have to take care of that woman he got pregnant.

You felt defeated and so small. You were done, life had finally won. It took everything that you had.

“Why me?” you cried as you bent down to pick up the broken glasses from the floor. “I don’t deserve this.”

Meanwhile,

Your neighbors who heard the entire argument sighed heavily as they walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Bastard,” The youngest of the pair mumbled as he sat on the sofa and ran his thick fingers through his long black mane. “Damning Bastard. How dare he cheat on his wife and then blame it all on her.”

“He has no shame! He has a whole ass sex tape out in the public and he got a stripper pregnant. Shameless bastard.” The eldest one of the pair cursed as he took his place on the sofa as well. “I just want to slap the holy fuck out of him.”

“I want to cut his dick off and maybe pluck his eyes out because it seems as if he had no use for it.”

“Sugu?”

“What, Satoru?” he asked. His friend gave him a knowing look and he sighed. “Whatever.”

“Do you think we should call her?” the eldest one asked.

“No,” the youngest said while shaking his head. “Give her a bit of space. The last thing she needs right now is for her neighbors to see her like that. You know how Y/N is.”

“You’re right. Well if she needs us she’ll call us right?”

“Maybe,” Geto said. Just then he heard his phone ringing on the coffee table and when they both looked they saw your name flashing on the screen. “I guess she needs us then.”

“Answer it!” Gojo said and Geto did. “Hello?”

“Suguru-Kun, can you and Satoru-kun come over, please? I need you.”

…

Geto Suguru: 22 years of age. He’s quiet and a bit shy. Then there’s Gojo Satoru: 23 years of age. He’s a bit loud and he’s a great listener.

You may be wondering what the relationship is between Gojo, Geto, and Y/N-chan. Well, there isn’t too much to say about how you met because the meeting wasn’t anything special. You just happened to run into them a week after you moved into your new apartment. You just happened to be struggling with the groceries that day and they just happened to be coming home from school to see you struggling to take the bags out of the trunk while your husband sat in the driver’s seat impatiently waiting for you to hurry up.

They realized that you needed help and offered it to you. You took it and promised that you’d pay them back one day and eventually, you did.

You just happened to cook a meal for you and your husband that day, but instead of coming home, he told you that he had a business dinner and he wouldn’t be home until the morning. You remembered sighing heavily that day because you were feeling a bit sad and you honestly did not want to eat alone. So you invited them over to have dinner with you and let’s just say you three became extremely close.

They’d come over to keep you company when your husband’s not home. They would offer to take you out to the supermarket to help with groceries on the weekend. They’d comfort you whenever you argued with your husband. They were just there when you needed someone to be there for you. And as the months past you three have gotten so close, you’ve kinda started to feel a bit needy whenever they were in your presence. But you didn’t think too much about it because you were married. Sure they were young, hot, and very much good looking, but you’re a whole married woman.

You loved your husband despite him hating you.

You didn’t want to betray him, even as your desires for them grew stronger for them. You loved your husband. But now, betraying him doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

…

After answering your call, Geto and Gojo rushed inside your flat to provide you with the comfort you required. You threw yourself into Geto's arms as soon as they entered your apartment, crying your heart out against his chest. Geto wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug before lifting you in his arms and walking to the sofa, with Gojo close behind.

“I just can’t believe that he would do something like this to me,” you cried against Geto’s shoulder as he held your frail and worn-out body in his lap. “I… Can’t believe it. I tried my best Suguru-Kun. I’ve done nothing but be right by him. But no… my best is not enough. In his eyes, I’m nothing but a worthless woman and maybe I am.”

“Don’t say that about yourself Y/N,” Gojo hushed in a soft tone as he edged closer to Geto and rested his hand on your back in an attempt to comfort you.

“But he's right!,” you screamed against Geto’s shoulders.

"And I'm telling you that he isn't," Gojo stated, moving his hand away from your back and pulling your head away from Geto's shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Your husband is a worthless piece of garbage. He cheated on you."

They both watched as tears streamed down your puffy flushed cheeks and your lips quivered as you said, "But I'm the reason he cheated. He wouldn't have cheated on me if I could become pregnant."

“Y/N?”

"He cheated on me because I murdered our children. I killed our babies," you squealed, collapsing onto Geto's shoulders. "He's right! With this useless body of mine, I killed all four of our unborn children. If I could only..."

“Enough!” Geto eventually said something. He hadn't said anything since you pushed yourself into his arms. He believed it would be best to remain silent while you sobbed, but he couldn't stand hearing you talk so badly of yourself any longer. He'd had enough of it. “What a fucking dickward!” he cursed.

“Bastard!,” Gojo mumbled.

"For someone smart, he's much dumber than I think. Allow me to tell you something. It is not your fault if you lost your children. It's not your fault you can't have children anymore," Geto murmured, pulling you away from his shoulders. “You didn’t ask for any of that did you? Instead of blaming you for all your miscarriages Y/N, he should be thankful that his wife survived cancer."

Oh, yeah they knew about this. You've told them about it.

"Exactly! So what if you're not able to have children anymore? It doesn't make you any less of a woman," Gojo butted in. "Besides, if he wanted a child so badly, I'm pretty sure they're plenty of adoption centers here. And if it is that he wanted to have a blood-related child then maybe he could have had a conversation with you about getting a surrogate instead of going behind your back and getting another woman pregnant."

"He's an ass Y/N and clearly he doesn't understand that what he's doing to you is cruel. I agree with you, you've done your best and your best is enough," Geto said smiling before using his thumb to wipe the tear away from your cheek.

"But it's not enough for him," you whispered.

"And who fucking cares?" Gojo asked. "All that matters is that you've done your best. It might not be enough for him but it is for us and for anyone who saw that you tried your best. Four times is enough and I'm here to tell you that you did a good job trying."

Somehow you managed to crack a smile.

"You're beautiful Y/N. Your husband doesn't even know how lucky he is to score a beautiful woman like you," Geto whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug. "He doesn't deserve you."

"Agreed!" Gojo whispered. You both sat down in silence for a while until Gojo spoke up. "You should divorce him. You don't need trash like him in your life anyway. You deserve someone who has nothing but sweet words to whisper in your ear."

"You deserve someone who will hold you in their arms," Geto chimed in. "You deserve a man who'd respect you and treat you with nothing but kindness."

"You don't need a man who dares to embarrass you like that. The bastard has no fucking shame. He has a whole sex tape and got a woman pregnant. Divorce that shameless bastard."

"You deserve to be treated like a queen. Satoru is right, you should divorce."

It's true, you knew that that was the best option, but you knew who your husband was.

"If only getting a divorce was that easy," you said in a soft tone. "My husband is the one who took care of me all these years. I don't have money to get an attorney for a divorce."

Gojo and Geto sighed heavily before exchanging glances.

"Besides, even if I had money to get a divorce it probably wouldn't be in my favour. Please remember that my husband's pretty famous and even though he's trash I'm pretty sure his attorney would back him up to the very end. He would win the case and I would lose everything," you said, sighing heavily as you laid your head against Geto's chest. "I just wish my life were easy."

There was a long moment of silence; both Geto and Gojo were deep in their thoughts just thinking about what you just said about your husband and getting a divorce. They knew that getting a divorce won't be easy.

Getting a lawyer to help you file a complaint against your husband will be simple for Gojo, but he also understood that what you claimed was accurate. Even yet, your husband would find a way to triumph. If only everything were that simple. I wish it were that.

"Wait Y/N, I think I know how I can help you with your divorce," Gojo said as a smile slowly crept up on his face.

"Really?" You asked.

"Yeah. You may not like the idea but it's probably our best shot. And it'll be fun for you, Sugu, and myself," Gojo explained before turning to look at Geto once again.

"I wanna hear it then."

"Let's make a sex tape."

…

A sex tape of your own. That was Gojo's idea. You were a bit upset that he suggested that created a sex tape to get back at your husband. You didn't want to follow in his footsteps, but when Gojo sat down and explained himself to you, you started to figure out why making that tape made sense to him. He even went as far as to explain that if you went along with the sex tape, he’d take care of everything that happens after he passed the tape on to your husband.

Plus he admits that he wanted to be with you for a while. He told you that he always wanted to have sex with you, especially when you accidentally told both of them that your husband hadn't had sex with you in a while.

Geto also admits that he too wanted to be inside of you, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to make that move because we'll you're married.

You were shocked, to say the least, but you weren't that much better than them. You too had desires to be with them.

Anyways, you still didn't like the idea of sex, but after thinking it through… you agreed to it and that's how you ended up here naked on your bed with a camera filming you three having the most amazing sex ever.

Present Timeline.

Their hands felt hot and warm against your skin. Calloused hands roughly groping your breast and your butt; their lips hungrily biting and sucking against your skin while just laying there with lips slightly parted and your eyes staring dead at the camera.

You allowed a soft moan to escape your lips when Gojo bit onto your perky nipple - his warm and wet tongue licking around your areola while his finger slowly crept down and rested above your pussy.

“Shit,” you whispered, your head turning slightly to see Geto smiling at you while he slowly untied the string of his sweatpants.

“What are you looking at?” he asked as he slowly pulled down the waist of his sweats and underpants to free his aching cock. He watched as your eyes slowly averted their gaze from his eyes and to his cock. “Hm?”

“She’s excited Su!” Gojo said before pulling away from your nipple and slowly kissing his way up to your lips. “She hadn’t gotten any dick in months. You must be excited not to be only getting one but two. Isn’t that right, pretty mama?”

You bit your lips and batted your eyes at him before shaking your head yes. He chuckled and teased your lips with light kisses that were driving you mad. “Satoru-Kun, please kiss me,” you begged.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips as he laughed at you for begging him to kiss you. But you're adorable, and adorable females deserve to be adored. With that said, his lips fell on yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. His lips slid between yours as if they were intended for each other, slowly sucking out every last breath you had until you were left with none.

His kisses were so intense that it felt as though he wanted you and him to be closer, sharing a single breath and drifting away into everlasting bliss. Your cheeks began to feel a bit heated as his tongue slipped between your lips to caress your tongue with his. Fuck! That felt fantastic, you thought as you drew away from his lips, tilted your head in another direction, and swiftly latched your lips on his again, allowing his tongue to brush the inside of your mouth in a delectable and thrilling manner.

“Mhm… I’m getting jealous,” Geto whispered into your ears. You didn’t even feel him switch from his seated position until his fingers were under your chin, slowly pulling your lips away from Gojo's lips and then turning your head towards his. “I want to kiss your sexy lips too,” he whispered before roughly capturing your lips. Unlike Gojo, it felt as if Geto wanted to own your lips and claim them in every way possible.

With your mouth open, his tongue slipped into your mouth; his tongue hungrily exploring what you had to offer him. Your hand flew up to grip his long, silky-smooth black hair between your fingers to keep him pressed against your lips. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, but he was quick to dominate you, overpower you with his rough, yet passionate kiss.

Your body felt hot all over and God, you loved that feeling. On the other hand, as you continued to kiss Geto, Gojo busied his lips on your body. His mouth leaves butterfly kisses on your neck, your chest, around your breast, then slowly moving down to your tummy until his mouth was directly on your pussy.

“Fuck it,” he said as he grabbed your legs spread them apart, and went to lay between them. He then tossed both legs over his shoulders and licked his lips while he lined his face up with your cunt. “You gotta keep that pretty mouth of hers full while I eat her out Su!”

“Don’t worry about that,” Geto said in between kissing your lips. “Just do what you do best.” Gojo chuckled a bit while he kissed both your thighs before his tongue laid flat on your clit, moaning out loud from how good your pussy tasted. “Taste good Toru?”

“So fucking good,” he mumbled against your cunt. Gojo’s tongue swiftly licked your cunt, as he wrapped his arms around your legs to keep you steady as he prepared himself to feast upon you, the woman he had his eyes on for a while. “Too bad her husband won’t get to taste you anymore hm?”

“Once he sees how much of a good girl you are for us, he’ll probably have to ask us to fuck you again,” Geto whispered as he pulled away from your lips, trail kisses down your neck, and onto your breast to suck on your pretty boobs.

Meanwhile, Gojo's tongue dragged between your folds, collecting your secretions on his tongue as he moved his tongue fast on your cunt before grasping your clit in his mouth. "Mh mm feel so good," you cried as your hand reached out to play with Gojo's hair, and he hummed in response to your compliment.

The sound of Gojo eating your pussy was so lewd, but you couldn't help but listen as his tongue gilded against your moist cunt, or as his mouth sucked on your sensitive clit that was beginning to swell in his mouth. He sounded like a hungry man who was eager to feast on you.

You tried to ride your pussy on his face, but the grips he had on your thighs kept you in place as his mouth and tongue mapped out your pussy, memorising your sweet folds and engraving it within his memory.

“Looks like you're having too much fun with Toru, sweety,” Geto whispered in your ear before grabbing your chin with his rough hand and turning your face towards him. “I wanna have some fun too.”

“What… Do you want… ugh me to do?” you moaned out at the feeling of Gojo’s wicked tongue finding itself buried deeply inside your hole.

“Open your mouth,” is all Geto said before sitting up on his knees, grabbing his dick, and giving it a few pumps before pressing the angry red leaking tip on your lips. “Open up and suck it for me, like the good girl we know you are.”

Who are you to disobey him? After all these past few moments he treated you better than your husband ever did. So this is the least you could do for him. So you opened up your mouth for him and allowed him to thrust his thick heavy cock inside your hot little mouth.

“Fuck, Geto hissed and tossed his back; his hand finding purchase at the back of your head to keep you steady while he gently rocked his hip to move his cock in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.”

Gojo's lips quickly detached from your cunt, but his fingers took their place, plunging deeply inside your cunt to keep that sensation he built up with his mouth going. “I wanna fucking see this,” Gojo said, a smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at your pretty mouth stretching so beautifully around Geto’s dick. “As sweet as your pussy is, I wanna see you choke on a big fucking dick.”

You hummed around his cock as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of your mouth, watching as your throat slowly expanded to take as much of his cock as possible. He was fucking huge, and your jaw started to ache from how much he was stretching your mouth open. You tried to pull away, but the grip he had in your hair kept you in place, Ain’t no freaking way, you were about to lift your head from his cock.

“No… no, bad mama,” Gojo said before pulling out his finger to pinch your clit. “Be a good girl yeah, and let him use your throat,” then he thrust his finger back inside your cunt and began applying pressure to your freaking g-spot.

Geto on the other hand was over to fucking moon, his head filling up with pleasure that he was receiving from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful. You sucking my cock so well.”

“Mhm,” you moaned around his length when you feel his cock stretching your mouth even impossibly wider. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head once more, and tears began to flow from them. His low groans and gentle moans told you how lost he was in pleasure as he used your lips to lubricate his cock.

"Put your tongue out," he urged, removing his cock from your mouth. You opened your mouth for him blindly and put your tongue out. "Just like that," he murmured as he touched his cock on your mouth and saw saliva drip from the tip of your tongue. He rubbed his cock against your tongue before pushing your head forward and shoving his balls inside your mouth.

You sucked long, forceful lips on his massive sack, muttering. Your tongue crept up carefully, licking the line between his balls. "Fuck, baby," he murmured as he pumped his cock and watched you suck on his balls beautifully.

“Your so beautiful mama,” Gojo whispered as he continued to soak in the sight in front of him as he continued to stretch you open with his fingers. His mouth watered, penis twitching beneath his underpants as he watched how your tongue worked itself on the underside of Geto’s cock. Giggling whenever he hears those gurgling choking sounds spewing from your mouth. “So fucking beautiful with Su’s cock stuffed inside your mouth.

A choking gasp from your lips before you began to gag hard around Geto's cock as his hips sped to piston his cock deep into your throat. Each time he drew out and shoved back into your mouth, his thrust became rougher. He sighed as he looked down at you, seeing your iris roll to the back of your head. Only your sclera was visible to your eyes.

His cock twitched violently inside your mouth, and he felt his ball tighten. He was almost there, but not quite there yet. Not until tonight, when they had you cumming from their cocks. So he quickly withdrew his cock out of your mouth and watched as saliva escaped from your mouth and formed a tiny puddle on his lap.

Your eyes widened and you were desperately grasping for air at the feeling of Gojo’s fingers thrusting even faster than he was before. “Oh fuck… oh fuck,” you cried.

"Gonna make you cum before I fuck you," Gojo whispered as your pussy wrapped around his fingers. They weren't as thick, but they were long enough to feel deep inside your stomach. Gojo suddenly thumbed at your pussy clit while inserting another finger into your gaping hole. Your body stiffened, with heat and pressure filling the pit of your tummy. "You gonna cum for me, mama?" He inquired as his thumb circled your clit at an undeniable speed.

Your arousal began to flow down his hands. Your stomach began to burn and strain against the increasing pressure and heat. Your orgasm is just waiting to let loose.

“Fuck, Imma cum” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers.

"Let me have it!" The low pitch of Gojo's voice was all the encouragement you needed. Your climax was approaching. You yelled, your body gripped, painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and slumping back on his shoulders. "Oh fuck... look at that slutty pussy squirt for me," Gojo cooed as he watched the translucent liquid spurt from your pussy. He then removed his fingers from your cunt, laid on his tummy yet again, and started sucking on your clit to make you squirt a little more.

Your thighs were shaking like crazy beside his head, fingers digging into the mattress and somehow on Geto’s thighs. You’ve never felt this freaking good before, your body felt like it was floating into an eternal bliss of euphoria, ain’t no way you could look to your cheating husband for sex.

“Mhm… fuck gonna squirt all over his face baby?” Geto teased, his fingers finding leverage on your nipples. Your head nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence from your mouth due to your mind being numb with pleasure.

Gojo chuckled against your pussy, his fingers pumping inside your pulsating hole once more. “More,” he muttered against your wet flesh. “More…. Give me… oh shit,” he quickly pulled his head away from your cunt. “Yes… I bet your hubby can’t make you squirt like we do huh?” Gojo chuckled as you squirted all over his chest. He pulled his finger from your cunt yet again, and he unexpectedly slapped your clit, not once, not twice but three times before pulling back to look at his fingers that were coated with your pussy juice.

“You're so sexy. Cumming for us like that, all slutty over Toru’s fingers” Geto muttered before leaning forward to kiss your lips. A chuckle escaped Gojo's lips as he licked his fingers clean as his other hand quickly removed his underpants. Geto, on the other hand, drew you up off his lap and pressed your back against his chest. He then grabbed both of your legs, spread them wide, and forced your knees against your chest.

You gulped as you watched as Gojo ran his fingers through his hair. He gently stroked his cock as he stared down at your dripping, aching cunt and whispered, “You gonna be a good girl and take this cock mama.”

“Come on, Satoru! Can’t you see how much her naughty pussy is clenching and dripping with her arousal, just waiting for you to fuck her?” Geto asked as he stared down at your pretty pussy. “Don’t keep our baby waiting, Toru.”

And with that said he wasted no time, moving closer to you held on to the back of your left knee before slowly plunging his aching cock into your hole.

"Ugh fuck Satoru," you hissed, feeling every vein of his cock brushing against your spongy walls as he continued to plunge deeper inside your fluttering cunt. Your lips trembled, fingers gripping onto Geto’s thighs when Gojo finally bottomed out. "Full…" you muttered.

You've never felt so full in your life; even your ex-boyfriends before your spouse never did fill you up like this. Let's face it, your husband's cock wasn't the best, but as his wife, you did your best to accept what he had to offer because, after all, he'd been taking care of you for 5 years.

Now that you've had a taste of Gojo's cock, you're wondering what else you've been missing out on in life. You didn't have much time to consider when the girth of Gojo's cock stretched and ripped your pussy wide when he pulled out and plunged back in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nail digging deeper into Geto’s muscular thighs as the raven hair man spread your trembling legs a bit wider for Gojo to see the damage he was about to do to that pretty pussy of yours.

"Do you like that mama?" he questioned, sighing as he started stroking his cock at a frantic pace, the tip of his swollen cock head kissing your cervix, his heavy balls slapping against your moist cunt with every deep and sharp thrust of his hips.

"So... fucking good," you exclaimed, licking your lips as your eyes rolled back to look at Gojo, who was already staring at you. "So deep."

This is such a new experience for you.

You had your young and undeniably hot neighbors into your house on the bed you shared with your husband, with a camera at the end of the bed filming you being fucked by them. Your body felt like it was on fire, all the pleasure you were feeling from Gojo pouring into your mind at once.

You could feel him, his thick meaty cock snuggling up against the wet soaking wall of your cunt feeding you that pleasure that your body had so longed for. The tip of his swollen cock, pressing down onto your g-spot with every pull and drag, felt as if you could cum at any moment now.

You felt amazing, your body and your mind swimming in the clouds right now. Having sex felt good and it’s a pity that you never knew that sex could have handled this well.

You moaned out, Geto cooing at the sweet sound that escaped your lips and your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again and smiled. “Oh fuck you love this aren’t you?” Geto asked as he released your left thigh, leaving Gojo to apply more pressure against your leg while his nibble fingers went to play with your nipples.

“Her pussy is so fucking wet and warm too,” Gojo grunted before leaning forward pushing all your body weight against Geto to kiss your lips. His wet muscle pushed past your lips, licking up all that you had to offer to him while he swallowed up your moans. your back arched; moaning when you felt Geto’s fingers pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the aching bud between his fingers.

Then you felt Geto's lips against your ear, nibbling at the lobe then he whispered, “Mr. Sajio never fuck so good before huh?”

“No… no…” you answered without even realising that did so. This made Gojo smile as he was quick to pull away from your lips and used his right hand to wrap around your neck to keep you locked down on Geto’s chest. He raised his body slightly to tilt his cock to thrust deeper than he was already. You screamed, your hand moving from Geto’s leg to wrap around Gojo’s neck and your head suddenly tilted to get a view of Gojo’s cock working your cunt deliciously. Your spouse had never been this deep within you before, and it felt amazing.

Sweat poured from the sides of your brows, tears streamed down your fat cheeks, and your teeth bit harshly at your swollen lips. "Put her legs up on my shoulder," Gojo pleaded, and Geto obliged. When his cock made your pussy tremble, you screamed once again. Your toes curled under, and your thigh muscles spasmed.

Fuck! You felt like you were in sex heaven.

“Look into the camera mama,” Gojo whispered and you were so quick to do as you were told. “That’s it, let him see. let him see how much my cock has you weeping like a whining slut.” Then he kissed your forehead before averting his gaze to Geto who was just smiling at him.

Gojo then groaned, eyes still piercing into Geto's when felt his cock coated with your juices trickling from your quivering hole, and the bed sheets underneath you. "So good," you exclaimed as your pussy gripped and sucked him back in any time he tried to pull away. "Fuck me harder please!"

“Anything for you mama,” Gojo whispered, thrusting even harder and squeezing your throat a bit to get that feeling and pleasure rush straight to your head. White lights began to obscure your eyesight as you exclaimed loudly. Your body lurched from the bed once more but was swiftly dragged back down by the hand around your neck, and he thrust more fiercely.

“Yes, that it fuck… mhmm... Fuck,” you cried your heels digging into Gojo’s back to keep your hips grounded as you tried to move against him to meet his every thrust.

A low chuckle from his lips as his hand tightened around your throat and he pushed his lips against your cheek as he slowly drew out, "Let me do the work. If you keep moving like that, I might have to breed you," he said as he slammed back into your bruised hole.

Another scream was pulled from your lips as your body spasmed beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft. "Don’t stop, keep going. I’m gonna cum soon," you yelled, your thighs quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop, instead speeding up.

The sound of his balls slapping against your wet pussy increased your arousal, and your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. "Mhmm," he muttered, his mouth coming down to meet yours, tongue shoving past your lips, kissing you haphazardly.

With each deep, powerful thrust, your body twitches. Your tits are bouncing well for them. Even in your current state, you're breathtakingly lovely. “Yes… so good!” you babbled breathlessly. Gojo smiled against your lips and pulled to rest his forehead against yours.

"Fuck, mama, keep squeezing me like that and I'll make you cum all over my cock," Gojo said in hushed tones. He grunted as he snapped his hips at an unnaturally fast pace, causing the bed to creak and knock against the walls. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he could tell that you were about to cum too because you were tightening and creaming even more around his cock.

Your wrist and fingers tightened around his neck, your eyes closed, and you exhaled, "I... cum." He grunts, his hand leaving your neck and rubbing his finger across your aching nub, nudging you closer to your climax.

You screamed losing your mind entirely as you lost yourself in the sheer delight of your climax, and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hips never slowing down as he chased his. "Ah, yes, keep coming like that, I'm almost there," Gojo murmured, looking up to see Geto buried in his pleasure.

“Hurry up and fucking cum Satoru,” Geto purred and that alone was enough to send Gojo off the end. His cock twitched as the spurt of his thick cum painted your walls deliciously. He kissed your swollen lips yet again as he continued to release his semen inside your hole.

“Fuck… that was good,” Gojo moaned as he pumped slowly inside you. “Mh… You gonna let Sugu fuck your pussy now with my cum still dripping from you while I get your ass ready?”

“Yes… Hurry,” you whined against his lips.

He was fast to back away from you, softly removing his cock from your cum filled pussy. Before you could even think, you were laying on top of Geto's chest, your legs at each side of his hip and his cock poking at your cum filled entrance. "I'm sorry, baby... But I can't keep waiting much longer. I've been waiting for this," Geto sighed as he grasped both of your ass cheeks, parted them, and slowly impaled you with his cock.

Your eyes bulge out of your head, your jaw sagged, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as pleasure and pain surge through your body. Your body collapsed onto his, your face quickly hiding in the crock of his neck as the younger of the two slowly lifted your hips by using your ass to gently ease you off his cock. You could feel it, those thick prominent veins on his cock and his mushroom tip sliding against your walls.

Your body jolted onto his, and another wave of delicious pain washed over you, unable to keep the moan you'd been swallowing since he impaled you with his cock, out. You were moaning and wailing his name as he gently brought you down till he was firmly buried into your soaked pussy.

You gripped the sheet with one hand beside his head while the other hand moved to cup the back of his head and your fingers buried into his silky black mane. You began moving your hips against his, slowly rocking back and forth on his cock just to get your pussy used to the size of his cock. If you thought Gojo was significant, then you had another thing coming with Geto.

He was not the same length as Gojo. But the girth doubled, if not tripled, Gojo's size, which is not to suggest Gojo didn't have that much girth, because he did.

But, in any case, you managed to lift your head from his neck and immediately press your lips to his, savouring his beautiful moans while he savoured yours. And as you kissed him, you managed to bend your knees and push your breast against his chest even more and create an appealing rhythm. "Look at that ass go..." Gojo groaned from behind you, his right hand smacking into your left ass cheek.

"Slap it again..." you groaned against Geto's lips, and as Gojo was ready to perform the honour, Geto smacked his hand away and grabbed the flesh of your ass, squeezing the plump cheeks in his hot calloused palms before delivering a slap. “Fuck… that’s it.”

Geto only hummed, his tongue too busy exploring every corner of your mouth. “Gotta get a view of this,” Gojo said as he hopped off the bed and went for the camera. “Just look at that, Saijo Takeda. Your beautiful wife is taking my best friend's cock so well,” he taunted the camera as he brought the camera closer to where you were joined together with Geto. “Look at ass jiggle as she bounces on his cock. Does it feel good mama?”

"Yes... yes so good," you moaned, tugging at Geto's hair. Both of his hands grip your ass again. Your stomach began to heat up when you felt him spanking your ass not once but two more times before spreading your cheeks apart to give Gojo and that camera a view of that puckered hole that had been clenching and unclenching.

“I can make it feel even better you know,” Gojo hissed, enjoying the view of your ass clapping against Geto’s thighs. “I can feel so much better if you let me put my cock inside your ass.”

“Yes… please I want it…” you cried.

“Oh shit…’ Geto finally spoke, his hand resting on your hips to slow down your pace. “You heard our baby Toru… come on in… see it’s all spread out nice and just waiting for you to come in.”

“Oh shit…”

“Don’t keep the lady waiting. Go put the camera down and get the lube from my bag and come prep her little ass.”

Gojo didn't need to be reminded again because he was already out of bed, immediately mounting the camera on the tripod and grabbing the lube from Geto's gym bag.

…

Your body, or more accurately, your ass, felt strange. Perhaps it was because you were still high and drunk from sex, or perhaps it was because Gojo had squirted a generous amount of lubrication inside your ass. "Shit feels... weird," you complained as you tried to grind yourself on Geto's cock, but his strength had you pinned to his shaft while Gojo worked his fingers to loosen your puckered hole a bit, or just enough to be able to handle his cock inside your hole.

“Almost there pretty,” Gojo groaned while leaning forward to kiss both of your perfect globes. “Ah… I think you can handle me now,” and with that said, Gojo pulled his fingers out, resting both hands on your ass to spread your cheeks apart while he lined his cock up with your asshole. “Going in now.”

“Deep breaths baby,” Geto instructed as Gojo began to push past the tight ring of your ass. You began whimpering, your hands falling from Geto’s hair and body to clutch the sheet next to his head.

“Fu… Fuck,” Gojo cursed and hissed under his breath as he took in the sight of your tightly little hole being stretched out by his cock. “You about to break my cock off, mama?” Gojo asked, squeezing your butt in his palms as he continued to sink further into your wet heat. It burned, it stung like hell, but you wanted him to keep going, to bruise your little butthole. "Fuck, your ass is squeezing me, so fucking good, ohhh fuck yeah," he groaned as he plunged himself fully into you, his hips slamming into your ass.

“Oh… fuck baby…” Geto groaned, feeling your pussy gripping his cock tightly. “Fuck…” he whispered yet again, his eyes rolling back a bit as he took in the feeling of being so close to his best friend. His cock brushed up against his. If it wasn’t for the thin sheet that separated your ass and pussy then maybe, just maybe their cocks, would have been brushing against each other.

“Fuck… I don’t think I can stay still any longer Su…” Gojo moaned before pulling his hips back a bit to slam into your ass again. Geto was next to follow; his hand held you still as he pulled out of your pussy and thrust back in.

They were both developing a rhythm, sliding, grinding, and sinking into your little holes, your mouth hanging open once more, and your tongue lolling out of your lips, saliva pouring from the pink tip. You urgently gulp for air, feeling trapped between two gigantic men, both of them just happened to be younger than you and also your neighbours.

“Look at the camera mama,” Gojo said as he grabbed your chin from behind and turned your face to the camera like he did earlier. “Let him see how beautiful you looked getting railed like a good fucking slut. Are you a slut?”

“Don’t be mean, Satoru,” Geto warned as he sat up on his elbows to capture the swollen nipple between his lips. Gojo was about to whine and complain while still being balls deep inside your ass, however, what you said next caught them off guard.

“Yes… I’m a slut.”

Gojo grinned and pulled your head back against his shoulder and kissed you sloppily, then whispered, “Yeah, are you a good slutty waifu?”

“Yes… I’m a slutty waifu…” you cried.

“And for who?”

“I’m a slut… for you… and Suguru.”

“That’s right… A good fucking slut for… just look at her, Mr Saijo. You won’t get to fuck and make love to such a pretty… fuck… such a pretty face anymore,” Gojo said to the camera. His lips then latched on to your ears, whispering naughty words that were driving your arousal, coating their cocks with your creamy slick. The sounds of two members pushing in and out of you at increasing speeds, and with perfect accuracy and rhythm, were the most hellish of all - but your groans were second.

Geto peered over your shoulder to see Gojo staring at him as he whispered profanities into your ears as he plunged deeply into you. Geto's teeth dug deeper into your breast as he held Gojo's stare. There was no need for words because they both knew that simply looking at one other gave them pleasure. There was an underlying need for passion between the two, but none of them considered making the first move.

But maybe, just maybe tonight will be the night, especially with how good they both looked fucking your creamy pussy and your ass. Yes, just maybe they’ll do it but not until they have you cumming on their cock more times than they can count.

Anyway, Geto finally broke eye contact to gaze at your lovely, then down to look at your pussy, back up to look at your tits, your face, and then back to Gojo's eyes. Geto’s hand then reached up and grabbed Gojo’s hand pulling both you and him down on his chest. Geto then grabbed your head and pulled you in for a hot needy kiss while tangling his fingers into Gojo’s hair to keep him there.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” Gojo groaned, his hand slipping between your bodies to play with your clit. Your stomach was getting hot, and you were having a developing pleasure. "Come on, mama, wrap your cream around our cock, and we'll pump you full of our cum." But your brain barely noticed any of that as the scorching pleasure inside of you escalated. You began whimpering, but the sound of your whimpers was drowned out by the manly grunts from Geto's lips and the loud moans from Gojo's mouth as your body trembled violently between theirs as you eventually reached a forceful climax, losing consciousness entirely as you release yourself into the ecstasy of your orgasm.

“Yes… yes,” you cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. They fucked you through their climax while chasing theirs, and it wasn't long before their balls tightened, their cocks swelled immensely in your holes, and when you clamped around them both, they both emptied their seeds inside your holes. Gojo drew your head back to kiss your lips as Geto gasped as he quickly gripped your breast in his mouth and sucked on your nipple. "Fuck you, baby, fuck."

"So full," you murmured, resting your head on his shoulders. You could feel their lips kissing your body. It felt great, their delicate touches felt nice, and oh fuck, you just had sex with your neighbors, to spite and get revenge on your cheating husband.

Soon after, Gojo pulled out of your home, removed you off Geto's lap, and placed you on the bed. You lay and sat silently for a while, reminiscing on your wonderful time. That is, until Gojo asked, "Would you like to do that again, mama? This time, without the camera."

You looked over at him and back at Geto who was lazily stroking his cock. He smiled at you and you giggled. “Ok, but give me a moment to cool down.”

Gojo chuckled as he hopped off the bed to go turn off the camera. “While we wait on her to cool down,” Gojo began as he turned around and licked his lips before looking over at Geto then he continued, “Do you wanna maybe make out with me?”

Your eyes widened, your head snapping back and forth between the two of them. Geto on the other hand chuckled before replying, “I want to do more than make out with you. But that’s if you're down with me topping.”

“And what if I wanted to top?” Gojo asked as he slowly made his way over to the bed. You were still in shock, but you managed to move over to give them a bit of room.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, I have no problem with you being the top,” Gojo responded as he moved to straddle Geto’s lap.

“Well fuck then,” you whispered under your breath while watching the two of them smiling at each. “I’m going to enjoy this…”

…

A few Days Later…

“Today’s a good day,” Gojo said to himself as he walked into the law firm in which your husband worked with the edited sex tape and your divorce papers in his hand.

“Good Morning sir, how may I assist?” the lady at the front desk asked.

“I’d like to have a word with Saijo Takeda.”

“Is he expecting you?” the woman asked.

“He’s not,” Gojo answered truthly, “But he’s going to want to have a conversation with me. Well that’s if he wants to continue working here. I have no problem getting him fired from this establishment.”

“I’ll take you to him,” the woman spoke quickly before excusing herself from the front desk and leading Gojo towards your husband's office. Once they arrived at the door, Gojo thanked the woman before opening up the door to have a conversation with your husband.

“I’m quite busy at the moment,” your husband said as soon as Gojo stepped inside the office.

“Good Afternoon too Mr. Saijo.”

Your husband perked up, eyes almost bulging from his head when he saw the son of Mr. Gojo is the owner of multiple law and technological firms in Japan inside his office. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Eh! I’m just here to sort some business out with you,” Gojo said as he took a seat in front of your husband.

“What kind of business?” Your husband asked. Gojo smiled as he rested both the sex tape and your divorce papers in front of him. Your husband brow raised in confusion as he picked up the papers that were in front of him. “What’s all of this?”

“Are you blind?” Gojo asked, scoffing as he watched the excuse of a husband picking up the thumb drive that had the sex tape.

“Divorce papers?”

“Gosh you’re so stupid, but let’s cut to the chase. You are going to do yourself a favour and sign these divorce papers. Y/N, or should I say my woman has already signed most of these papers. Fill out the rest.”

“What?” your husband said with a shocked look on his face and as he was about to say something else, Gojo was quick to shut him down.

“It’ll be best to sign them while I’m being nice.”

“And what if I don’t?” your husband asked as he rested the papers on the table and folded his hand under his chin. Does this kid know who I am?” Your husband thought.

However Gojo chuckled then spoke, “Suguru and I fucked your wife and made a tape of it. You have it right there in your hand.” His confession shocked your husband to the core. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. There are two copies of the tape. You have one and my baby Y/N has the other copy. You see if you don’t do what I’m asking you to do. I’ll ruin your life with this tape.”

“I’m not the one on the tape though,” your husband fired back at Gojo.

“But I am,” Gojo said while smirking. “Now imagine what the public would think if they found out that you leaked a sex of me having sex with your wife from this computer right here,” Gojo said while tapping the computer that was on the desk. “I can already see the headlines. Saijo Takeda was caught in another scandal and now the company is seeking to release him from the company.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Gojo laughed and added, "Oh but I would. I would. So please don't put me to the test. Saijo I make pledges instead of just making meaningless threats. I advise you to follow my instructions. Accept the terms of the documents by signing them. You have 12 hours to complete the form and send it back to me. If you don't do it, I guarantee that your life will never be the same again. Enjoy your day. I have to hurry home right away so I can fill Y/N's pussy. Oh, and you might pick up a few new skills after watching the tape. It's good practice.”

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌?

@getosbigballsack 2023

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atzloverr · 2 months ago

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HAHAHAHAHHA im fine dont worry, i had a tumor on my breast which turns out to be benign so im okay now! i had surgery to take it out thats why i was warded.

oH speaking of being warded, i was imagining about how seonghwa would be dead worried when his s/o got warded lol. could i please request just a lil fluff on how seonghwa insisted on taking care of you even go as far as sleeping at the hospital and you were worried he would be uncomfortable so you ask him to climb on the hospital bed with you. ohhhhhh imagine kissing him and giggling trying to be quiet cause youre afraid the nurses gonna be mad if they saw him on your bed jsksksks

Oh my god a TUMOR???? I really hope you’re really okay and that everything will be well for you in the future, and thank you for your requests, it’s really appreciated!!! I’m sorry this has taken me forever to post, like I mentioned in another post, I already wrote this but it all got deleted, so I had to rewrite it… Hope you enjoy anyways!!!

You had never seen such a panicked look on your boyfriend’s face before. You knew that he was coming when you heard the loud sounds of his feet scrambling towards your room. Although you knew he would be worried, you never expected this type of reaction.

When your doctor made the call to him, you saw the way his eyes widened before he tried to reassure Seonghwa that you were in fact alright, and that this wasn’t life threatening. He was interrupted multiple times, and you could hear Seonghwa’s panicked voice leave the doctor’s phone from across the room.

“Yes… Yes, she’s in room five but—“ the doctor spoke, but he stopped to look at his screen. You eyed him in confusion from your position in the bed. “Seems like he hung up,” he smiled at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“I bet he’s on his way now, with the way he was going,” the doctor smiled. You returned a weak grin before he made his leave and reminded you once again to ‘press the red button if you need anything’.

After your test results came back, you had gotten a call from your doctor, urging you to come to the hospital. You only sighed when he informed you that you needed to stay for a few days.

“It’s for your own good, Y/n. We need to make sure everything is under control before you can return home,” he informed, a sympathetic look coating his features. You didn’t like being away from home, but didn’t want to risk anything happening to you.

Now, you found yourself nearly suffocated by Seonghwa’s tight grip, his concerned voice speaking inaudible words into your hair. You laughed, telling him to get off of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry did- did I hurt you?” he asked, backing away from you immediately. You couldn’t help but smirk at his worry.

“I’m fine Seonghwa, we both know that,” you tried, reaching out your hand for him to grab. He took it immediately, sitting down on a stool next to your bed. “If you were really fine, you wouldn’t be here,” he pouted.

For the next ten minutes, Seonghwa bombarded you with questions. Things along the lines of, how are you feeling? Do you need anything? What did the doctors say? kept flowing out of his mouth.

“Please, listen to me,” you smiled, snapping his attention towards you. You moved your hands to cup his face, wiping away the lone tear that had left his eye. “I’m alright. They just need to check up on me for a few days, then everything will go back to normal.”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he eventually nuzzled into your hands in defeat. “Okay… But that doesn’t mean I can’t be worried about you,” he pouted, making you want to kiss his beautiful lips in an instant. You nodded before pulling his face towards you slightly.

“Won’t you give me a kiss?” you said, looking into his glossy eyes. In a matter of seconds, his lips pressed against yours in affection, hands caressing the back of your head gently.

“My poor baby,” he cooed after your lips disconnected. You giggled, teasingly pushing him away. “Stop that.” Seonghwa’s lips pecked yours once again. “In your dreams.”

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

“Please, Hwa I- I assure you, I’m fine,” you tried, but judging from Seonghwa’s expression, he wasn’t going to back down.

“Nope, I’m staying,” he insisted, crossing his arms in a childish manner.

”You’ve already done more than enough for me today, and besides—“ you took his hand in yours. “—where are you supposed to sleep?”

Seonghwa’s eyes traveled around the room, looking for a solution. His gaze found yours again.

“There’s a chair, isn’t there? That works for me!” he said, trying to put on a stoic expression. You responded with a mere sigh and a small pout on your lip.

“Please, just let me be here for you.” He took your hand in his once again, his slender fingers caressing your hand, warming it slightly. Your gaze traveled lower as you gave in with a deep sigh.

You barely even noticed him leaning in until his lips were pressed against yours in a deep kiss, his fingers still intertwined with yours. You returned the kiss and caressed his soft hair with your free hand. He let out a low moan as your fingernails dragged through his scalp.

He pouted when your lips disconnected, the worried look on his face reminding you of a mother worrying over her child. You smiled at his furrowed eyebrows and his big, twinkling eyes staring right into yours.

Night eventually came, the sun setting outside of your window before the nurse came into your room for the last time, giving Seonghwa a smile of approval as she watched his form, still sitting on that same chair right next to your bed. When you went to go brush your teeth, Seonghwa had insisted that he needed to come with you, making sure that nothing would happen to you. You didn’t even have the energy to fight him over it, and instead just let him fuss if it made him feel better.

Now you found yourself in the same bed you had spent the entire day in, your eyelids drooping even with your lack of activity for the past hours.

You glanced over at Seonghwa, the only thing illuminating his handsome features being the dim lighting from the hospital corridor. You felt guilty over having him sit on that hard chair, while you did try to convince him to go home for the night, you felt so spoiled.

“Seonghwa,” you called out, causing him to stand up immediately, his eyes growing wide at your sudden call. “Yes, what’s wrong? Do you need anything—“

You suddenly grabbed his hand, pulling him down towards you, making him gasp in surprise. He landed on top of you on the bed, his hands on either side of your head as his wide-eyed expression meeting your smug grin.

“Oh my god, Y/n, what are you doing? I could’ve hurt you and—“

You shut him up by pulling his face down and giving him a deep kiss. You kept kissing him, and as you felt him soften into the kiss you guided him to lie down next to you on the bed. He couldn’t help but comply, his weight making the bed slump slightly as he lay down next to you. It was a tight fit, that you had to admit, but you couldn’t have cared less right now, craving the warmth of his presence. You pulled away from him, looking into his still surprised eyes.

“Won’t you lie here with me?” you asked, giving him a look you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. He glanced towards the door, lowering his tone slightly. “But what about the nurses? What if they’ll be angry with me—“

“Then I’ll be angry with them. I’ll just tell them I couldn’t sleep or something,” you deadpanned. A moment of silence followed your statement, until Seonghwa’s expression finally softened, his face becoming calm after having that worried look for the entire day it seemed.

He let himself relax in the bed, and even in the dim lighting, you could see a small smile form on his face, immediately making you feel better. He pulled you into his embrace, gently holding his arms around you as you buried your face in his chest.

The smell of his cologne mixed with the subtle scent of your laundry detergent reminded you of home, filling you up with feelings of comfort. It was nice to finally not feel the hospital smell.

Feeling yourself getting more and more tired, you lifted your head to give Seonghwa what you had imagined to be a good night kiss, but when your lips met his soft ones, you felt yourself struggling to disconnect yourself from him.

The kiss evolved into something more intimate, more lustful. You felt yourself starting to subconsciously climb on top of him, your lips never leaving his in your heated session. Seonghwa suddenly pulled away, making you blink in confusion.

“Y/n, we shouldn’t do this here- now, it’s not—“ His eyes kept darting towards the door, a blush clearly coating his cheeks.

“Why not?” you asked innocently, a smirk soon finding your lips. “Scared the nurses will hear us, huh?” you teased.

You gave him a puzzled look when he carefully moved you back to your old position, on your side, facing him.

“I know you’re exhausted, I can see it on the way your eyes are barely even opened,” he smiled, arms wrapping around you once again. “I think you need to sleep, darling.”

You couldn’t even protest, already feeling yourself dozing off as he started rubbing your back in that soothing motion he knew you loved.

“Good night, sweetie,” he said before plastering a kiss to your forehead, and you couldn’t even find the energy to answer him, merely seconds from falling asleep in his warm and comfortable arms.

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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 6 months ago

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Hey,

Could you write an NBC Hannibal One-shot, where fem!reader was a surgeon like him, who worked along side him for a couple of weeks and later meets him after he nearly got crucified in Baltimore. After Hannibal get‘s released from the hospital, they start to get to know each other.Maybe in the end there is some fluff and smut (if you are comfortable)

Hannibal X Reader: Stitches and sweet kisses

Warnings: wounds, brief mentions of death, smut, fluff, penetration (p in v), mentions of oral, pet names, soft sex, rough sex, sub x dom (if you squint), praise kink, breeding kink, female reader, no use of y/n, female anatomy.

Word count: 2,7K

You were used to odd patients. It was a common occurrence in your line of work but you never expected this. He has been rushed in by an FBI officer and immediately taken to a room. He didn’t need any drastic surgery. His wounds were not extreme but he had lost a lot of blood and was having a hard time breathing. You should have handed him over to another doctor but the moment you laid eyes on him you’d recognized.

You only worked with him a week but you’d never forget him. You’d been one of the surgeons in the room when he lost his first patient. A little girl, no older than six. She had a tumor that needed to be removed but there had been complications during surgery. You couldn’t save her. Everyone took the loss hard but it seemed to have hit Hannibal the hardest. A day after the incident you saw him walk into the main office with his resignation. You never saw him again.

Until today that is.

There were holes in his palms and a large purple bruise around his neck that told you that there had been a rope around it. Your curiosity peaked the more you worked on healing him. He looked awfully vulnerable like this. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pity. Once you’d fixed him up as best you could and put on some medication for his pain you made your way to the FBI agent outside his door. You expected they wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to know but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“What happened to him?”

“Someone tried to kill him. Jack Crawford was the one who found him. They say the guy had him positioned like Christ on the cross. I mean what kind of sick fuck does that?”

You turned back to look at Hannibal through the small glass of the door. He was out cold due to his medication but his face held a deep sadness in it.

“What kind of sick bastard indeed.”

The days passed quickly. Whenever you weren't working on healing people or helping around the hospital you found yourself hanging around Hannibal's room. You’d go in to check on his vitals but you’d soon find yourself pulling a chair next to him, your eyes traveling over his face as he slept. He was always unconscious when you were around but you couldn’t help but talk to him. As weird as it sounds it felt easy to be around him. He was the small break in the chaos of your life.

One day when you’d been taking his vitals his eyes fluttered open. You watched him look at you, his eyes traveling around the room before falling back on your face. You gave him a small smile, continuing your work. He watched you take his pressure and jot some things down on his clipboard.

“I bet you don’t remember me.”

“I never forget a face.”

“Some memory you must have.”

“It normally doesn't fail me. Though I do have a hard time with names. I can't seem to recall yours.”

You introduced yourself to him with a smile.

“Ah yes, how could I forget.”

Hannibal continued to look at you as you moved around the room. A small frown made its way to his face as he began to remember when he’d last seen you. He would never forget that day no matter how hard he tried. His heart rate spiked a bit at the memory causing you to look at him in concerne.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine. Remembering is all.”

You seemed to understand what he meant immediately, your own face twisting to match the sadness he felt inside. He didn’t remember much about you but he knew you were a good doctor. He’d walked past you on the day after the surgery and had noticed the tears in your eyes. You’d felt the loss of the girl just as much as he had. But unlike him you’d continued your work.

“How do you do it?”

“Sorry?”

“How do you keep working after…”

He couldn’t even bear to say it.

“It wasn’t easy. I took a month off. Started going to therapy before finally feeling ready to come back.”

You tugged up a chair, taking a seat next to him. Hannibal turned to look at you, his eyes focused on your face.

“I’ve lost a lot of people but I've saved a lot too. I guess that's just how it is, you know? Do what you can and try your best to keep going. Therapy helps a lot. I still go every week, it helps to talk to someone about your shit you know?”

Hannibal let out a small laugh causing you to look up at him with curiosity.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No it’s just that…well…i’m a psychiatrist.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I became one after I stopped being a surgeon.”

“How is it? I bet it must be hard.”

“It is. Some days are easier than others. But it’s like you said, I help people. That feels good.”

You move closer to his bed, your hand moving to grab his. Hannibal watches you tug his hand into yours. You look down at the bandages that cover his palm, slowly beginning to remove them. He observes the way you trace your finger over his stitches gently.

“You’re healing really well. I’ll probably be able to remove these in a couple days. How does your neck feel?”

The purple had faded but you could still see small marks where the rope had sunk into his skin.

“Is it still tender?”

You leaned over his body, your fingers moving across his throat. Hannibal lifted his head, giving you better access. From this angle he could see very little detail of your face. His breath seemed to give out for a moment, his mind entirely focused on your proximity to him. You turned your focus over to his face, your eyes meeting him. There was a deep gentleness in the way you gazed at him, it made him feel exposed. But not in a bad way.

“You okay?”

“Yes. I apologize. I’m distracted.”

“It’s alright. I have to go but if you need anything just tell them to call me okay?”

“Alright. Thank you.”

A couple of days later Hannibal was finally released. You’d walked into his room expecting it to be empty but instead you found him standing near the window. You walked over to him, stopping beside him. He turned to look at you, observing as you watched the world outside for a moment before turning to face him.

“I must tell you that as much as I love your company we aren’t a hotel.”

Hannibal smiled at you, causing you to mirror his expression.

“I’m glad to leave this room. I couldn’t take the white walls anymore. Though I must admit I'm sad I will not be seeing you everyday.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You enjoyed your time with Hannibal immensely but you’d always thought that when he was healed your daily chats would come to a bitter end. Never in your wildest imagination would you have thought that he’d want to continue your contact outside of the hospital.

“Would you join me for dinner? It’s been awhile since i’ve had a proper meal and i would love your company.”

“I’d be delighted to. What restaurant did you have in mind?”

“Actually I was thinking I could do the cooking. It’s one of my passions you see. I’ve missed it just as I've missed having some real food.”

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you Dr Lecter?”

“You can’t even begin to imagine.”

He had been right about that. After your dinner you and Hannibal continued to keep in touch. With time your relationship grew into a friendship and soon enough you found yourself falling for the doctor. He wasn’t anything like you’d imagined him to be. He had a seemingly unlimited amount of knowledge that he was always eager to share with you. He’d have you over for dinner whenever he could, always enjoying the company and your fascination for his cooking. He’d come to your apartment from time to time, it had become a place where he could have a break from the hard days. You were always more than welcoming to him. And then one day he found himself sitting on your couch one evening, nursing a bottle of wine as the two of you listened to music.

You were sprawled out on the couch, your legs resting on Hannibals. The only sound that could be heard was of the music that played from your radio and your voice humming along to the tune. Hannibal took in the sight of you. Your eyes were closed, lips moving to form the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to share a home with you. His feeling for you should have startled him, after all he’d only known you for a little while. But there was this sort of connection he seemed to share with you. He often wondered why of all the possible doctors that could have attended him that day at the hospital you had been the one to heal him. Perhaps it was a way of some greater force telling him you were the missing piece he’d been searching for.

Your eyes opened slowly at the feeling of Hannibal's hand on your thigh. You gave him a lazy smile, shifting your body up.

“What is it?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You.”

Your eyes widened, heart hammering inside your chest at Hannibal's blatant confession. Perhaps it was the wine you’d been drinking or maybe it was the adoring way Hannibal was gazing at you but in a flash you crawled over to him placing a soft kiss to his lips. It was a slow kiss, tender and full of emotion. Hannibal cupped your cheek keeping your lips attached to his until he felt like he couldn't’ breath. You break the kiss, panting for air. A giggle escapes your lips as you look at Hannibal watching the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful. Did you know?”

You flushed at Hannibal's words, head moving to look down at your legs. Hannibal placed his finger under your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. You gaze up at him through your eyelashes, a blush littering your cheeks.

“No need to be shy, pretty girl. It’s just me.”

You didn’t know what had come over him but this Hannibal wasn’t one you were used to seeing. He seemed much less put together than usual. There was almost a homey quality to him. You lifted your body off the couch. Hannibal watched you stand his eyes gazing up at you curiously. You placed your hand out to him. He looked at your open palm for a moment before giving you his hand. You tugged him off the couch pulling him towards the hall.

“Where are you taking me dove?”

You turned to look at him with a sly grin, legs never stopping their movements.

“To my bedroom. Obviously.”

Hannibal was used to seeing you in a specific sort of light. Whenever you two would go out together you were always soft spoken and quiet, often opting to listen to him talk rather than initiating conversation. In the bedroom however you turned into a whole different person.

Your pussy fluttered around his dick as he moved into you. Your head fell back on the pillow with a moan.

“Fuck you feel so good Hannibal.”

He moved slowly, trying his hardest to be as gentle as possible. He knew your body was starting to become sensitive after all the hours he’d put into teasing you. He’d made you cum on his tongue and fingers twice before allowing you to take him in your mouth. And after fucking your throat in such a rough pace that he'd managed to make tears well up in your eyes he wanted to show you he could be gentle too. Your legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into the skin of his ass.

“Hannibal deeper please i-ah ugh- want to feel you.”

“Shh dove, take it slow. Can’t have you tiring yourself out.”

Hannibal leaned down, his teeth finding the shell of your ear. You whimpered as he nibbled at the skin. Your fingers clawed at his bare back trying your hardest to make him move closer into you. You were insatiable for him. Completely at his mercy and he knew it. It's why he was taking things slow. Whispering sweet nothings to you and telling you how much of a good girl you were being to him. Every time he praised you he felt your pussy grip onto him like a vice. He enjoyed the feeling just as much as he enjoyed seeing you cum. But there were limits. And you were about to discover Hannibals.

In truth you didn't expect your words to affect him so much. It was more something that turned you on then something you thought he’d enjoy but the moment the words left your lips you knew you’d hit a nerve.

In the best way possible.

He was moving at a glacial pace and you just couldn't take it any longer. You grabbed his face pulling him into a rough kiss. You tugged at his bottom lip a smirk appearing on your features as he gazed at you in hunger.

“Want you to fill me up Hannibal. Want you to put a baby in me.”

That had been the tip of the iceberg. In a flash Hannibal had flipped you around his hand shoving your face into the pillow as he lined himself up with your entrance again. Your body jerked forward as he began to thrust into you. He was going so harshly you couldn’t help but grip at the sheets. Hannibal had, all of a sudden, become more vocal than he had been the entire night.

“Feel so fucking good dear.”

His groans and grunts followed your screams of pleasure and pretty soon you were feeling your orgasm sneak up on you. Hannibal seemed to feel your need to cum his hand moving to grip at the flesh of your hips in an even harsher manner. He tugged you closer to his body, holding you still for a moment. He took in the feeling of your walls pulsating against him, his eyes closing.

“Hannibal please!”

How could he deny such a sweet thing like you? He couldn’t. So he started moving again, his free hand itching towards your clit. He maneuvered you in a way his tip could hit your g-spot perfectly and in a matter of seconds you were cumming around him. He continued to fuck into your body even as you sagged into the bed. You felt him twitch inside you before he came with a grunt of your name.

After a while Hannibal pulled out of you, throwing his body next to yours. You lifted your head off the pillow to look at him observing his chest rise and fall rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. You shifted your body so that you were lying on your side, your legs angled in Hannibal's direction. He turned to look at you, giving you a smile before tugging you closer to him. He buried his noise in your hair taking in your scent. The two of you fell into easy slumber, both completely spent.

The next morning you woke up to a sweet smell. You rose for your bed tugging on a robe before making your way to the kitchen. You smiled as you caught sight of Hannibal. He was wearing your apron but his ass was completely on display for you. You walked over to him, giving him a sharp smack on the ass. He jumped at the action, turning to look at you. You simply grinned up at him.

“You cheeky thing.”

“You know you love it.”

He did in fact love it.

Actually, he loved everything about you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Yum. How can I help?”

“Grab the eggs from the fridge for me.”

“Okay.”

The two of you moved in perfect union as if things had always been like this. And perhaps they always would be.