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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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For my sexond NSFW ask for your milestone celebration I’d like to request:

☎️Phone Sex

🪑Kidnap Kink

🩸Blood Play

📹Sex Tape

✨First Times

Oof Andie this one is just filthy 😅 minors DNI

Summary - we all have hidden facets of our personalities. And no one would ever guess what the awkward and dorky Doctor Spencer Reid got up to in his free time.

CW - all over the place - phone sex, kidnap kink (Spencer is living an unsub kind of fantasy and gets kind of creepy at times), swearing, blood and knife play, filming sexual acts, oral (m&f receiving) fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, use of “good girl” “whore” “slut”, blindfold, gags, restraints, masturbation (male). Everything is consensual between Spencer and the reader.

WC - 5.9k

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Hidden Pleasures

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To a certain extent, everybody had a hidden personality, a side of themselves they kept separate from their dominant, everyday persona.

It was essential to express these unseen parts of ourselves, to let them run wild from time to time.

Spencer Reid masked his better than most. To the rest of the world he presented as the slightly awkward, incredibly intelligent FBI Agent. He tripped over his words, he rambled when he was stressed and lost his coordination when he was thinking too hard.

He was polite, charming and friendly.

But under his well manicured facade hid a side of him that no one aside from a select few strangers ever saw.

Spencer had always loved sex. Just because he was shy and slightly dorky, didn’t mean he didn’t like getting laid just as much as the next man.

The difference was Spencer didn’t talk about his exploits like Morgan or Alvez or even Simmons. His team probably still thought of him as a virgin despite the fact he was much closer to forty than thirty.

But he found women adored the nerdy thing so he’d never had an issue finding willing sexual partners. Sure he came off as reserved and inexperienced but behind closed doors Spencer was so far from the man his team thought him to be.

His interest in the rougher side of sex had manifested after his stint in prison. His tastes changed, expanded, and it became harder to just go out and pick up a girl at the bar in the hopes she’d be interested in the kind of things he wanted to do to her.

But he knew, despite his technophobic nature, you could find anything on the internet. So that’s what he did.

He met you in a chat room of one particular website for those who took pleasure in the more “taboo” sides of sex.

For a time the two of you had just talked about your fantasies before you’d eventually exchanged numbers.

The first time he spoke to you on the phone, your voice melted in Spencer’s ears and he immediately imagined you whispering in your dulcet tones as he completely and utterly destroyed you.

His breathing must have given him away because you’d known he was turned on and even asked him so.

Spencer couldn’t lie so he’d told you that he was, incredibly so, and thank the fucking stars because you were too.

The two of you got each other off over the phone, whispering dirty verses to each other like a prayer while you touched yourselves to the sound of the other's voice.

Spencer didn’t even know what you looked like but it didn’t stop him imagining it was you stroking his cock and not his own hand.

The exchanging of pictures came later. They started dirty, your face being the last thing he saw after weeks of sending images back and forth.

But when he finally did see your face, Spencer knew he had to have you.

There was only so much phone sex he could take without actually getting to touch you.

One night you spent three hours on the phone, coaxing each other through multiple orgasms until you were both completely exhausted.

But before the call ended, Spencer blurted out what was on his mind.

“I need you. Really need you. I need to feel you. I need more.”

He was met by a stretch of silence and for a moment he thought he’d completely blown it.

When you spoke it was simply to give him an address to which Spencer frowned.

“My office address. I get off at five most nights. I want you to kidnap me, Spencer.”

He moaned so loudly he heard the sound reverberate down the phone and back to his ears. Despite his multiple orgasms that night he was already hard again just from that sentence.

He knew from previous conversations that was one of your fantasies. You wanted to be kidnapped, tied up and fucked senseless by your captor.

It involved an extremely high level of trust. Spencer was flattered you’d choose him to play this out with.

“Are you sure?” He still needed to check. “You trust me enough?”

“I do.” You were quick to reply. “I know you understand the delicacies of such a situation. I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you with my life Spencer.”

The sincerity in your voice as you told him you trusted him made him harder somehow. He gripped the base of his cock as he laid on his back in bed.

“Fuck.” He panted, toes curling. “As long as you’re sure. If at any point you want to stop-“

“Banana.” You giggled, the safe word you’d come up with months ago for just such an occasion.

“Banana. Right.”

“Obviously I don’t want to know when it will be. You have my work address. I look forward to finally meeting you, Spencer.”

His dick twitched in his hand at the sultry tone to your voice and the implication of what the two of you were going to do.

He was quiet after that but you could just make out the faint sound of his hand sliding up and down his length.

“You’re going again?” You chuckled lightly, listening to his heavy breaths.

“Great stamina.” He panted.

“Well I can’t wait to see that in practice.”

“By the time I’m done with you Y/N, you’ll be lucky if you can still walk.” He moaned, his head already leaking with precome again.

You moaned too at his words and felt a fire spreading between your legs.

The two of you got each other off one more time before you were too sore and tired to do anything but sleep.

Your dreams were full of anticipation of when Spencer would be coming for you.

***

Two days later Spencer scoped out your office building.

He drew up a schematic in his mind from the front door of the building you’d leave by to where he could park his car and avoid the security cameras.

If he did this right, anyone witnessing it would think he was really kidnapping you and he could not have cops after him because of a dirty bedroom fantasy.

He figured he could park in the alley out back. It was winter and so it would already be dark by the time you left the office which worked in his favour.

There was a narrow walkway to the side of the entrance which was obscured from the view of the cameras. He could lure you around to the walkway whilst concealing himself behind a wall and then he would strike.

He gave a fleeting thought to the fact that so many of the unsubs he’d caught over the years had probably gone through the lengths he had to take a victim. And that thought made him dizzy in the best possible way.

The danger and the seediness of it all made him painfully aroused. He spent two weeks thinking about it, planning every intricate step and jerking himself to sleep most nights at the thought.

It was 4:43pm when he pulled his old Volvo up into the alley out the back of your office building.

He dressed all in black, black shirt, black slacks and a large black overcoat. He pulled a baseball cap over his unruly hair as he shut off the engine.

He wiggled his fingers into a pair of black leather driving gloves and glanced at the items on the passenger seat.

Blindfold. Gag. Rope. Knife.

An unsub starter kit.

The first thing the two of you had bonded over in the chat room was your shared affinity for pain and blood. It was hard to find someone who understood his need for pain, let alone someone who also enjoyed it.

You’d even text him a few days ago saying: when you do come for me, there will be blood ;).

Sitting in his car he felt himself getting hard just thinking of what the night would hold.

He drummed his gloved fingers in the steering wheel, eyes on the clock, and tried to keep his sordid thoughts at bay. He had to be level headed for this. He couldn’t let his arousal cloud his judgement just yet.

He stuffed the rope and blindfold in his pocket and the knife he sheathed in the back of his pants. He kept the gag concealed in his palm. At 4.57pm he exited the car, leaving it unlocked as he was just heading a few feet away down the walkway.

His veins pulsed with excited anticipation. He was exhilarated. Nothing had ever felt like this before, it was almost dizzying.

It felt like an electric current was running beneath his skin, his heart hammering loudly against this rib cage as he leant flush against the wall and waited.

He forced his breathing to remain even and shallow so no one would hear him hiding in the shadows.

He could just about see the building entrance from his position as people started exiting, faces illuminated under the fluorescent Exit sign.

He waited patiently for the face he was looking for, the one he’d only ever seen on the shitty screen of his old phone. But the second you strolled out he felt you practically calling to him.

He took a deep breath, thankful that you were alone as you stepped outside or this might have had to wait for another night. And Spencer had been patient enough.

It was time.

“Help! Help someone please!” He adjusted his pitch several octaves higher than his own voice, the one he’d been practicing for weeks.

He saw you turn on your heels towards the shadowy walkway.

“Please! Help!”

It was what the BAU would call a ruse, he just hoped you’d fall for it.

And you did. Of course if you did.

You cautiously moved towards the entrance of the walkway, gripping your bag close to your body.

“Hello?” Your voice croaked as you peered into the darkness. “Are you ok?”

He let you take two steps past him before crept behind you. He saw a shudder pass up your spine as he hurriedly brought his hand to your face, stuffing the gag in your mouth.

You screamed but it was muffled by whatever had been forced in your mouth. You tried to fight against the person behind you, your blood pulsing loudly in your ears.

A large, strong hand gripped your shoulders and you felt a hot breath on the side of your face.

You tried to scream again, wriggling against the body behind you.

The hand moved from your shoulder and easily gripped both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them at your back.

Tears pricked at your eyes as your heart practically fought to beat out of your body.

A maniacal laughter filled your ears and then chapped lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

“Hello Y/N. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You recognised that voice immediately and it caused a heat to spread between your legs.

You stopped fighting for a moment, the fear being replaced by a heady arousal. But the whole point was for it to be realistic. If you didn’t fight a little, where was the fun?

You wriggled and kicked as he dragged you down the walkway towards an alley. He quickly popped the trunk on an old model Volvo.

You tried to free yourself from him but he was too strong and he shoved you in the back of the car, your face pressing against the worn carpet of the trunk.

You were whining but it was muffled around the gag. You heard that dangerous laugh again as something rough encased your wrists still pinned at your back.

He harshly tied the rope around your wrists, knotting them tightly so you couldn’t get free. Then you were tugged back a little by your hair but before you could turn your head to see him, a piece of fabric obscured your vision and was tied at the back of your head.

“Don’t fight it, angel.” He ran a finger down your spine. “You’re mine now.”

You squeezed your thighs together and your moan was soaked up by the gag.

You heard the hood of the trunk slam shut followed quickly by the sound of a door opening and closing. The engine roared to life soon after and then you felt the car chugging as it started to move.

You’d never been more turned on in your whole life.

***

Spencer’s whole body was on fire. Nothing had ever come close to the rush he felt right now. Your muffled screams and thuds from the trunk almost made him careen off the road a couple of times.

He considered just pulling over and fucking you in some dark alley but he had a plan. He would follow the plan.

But he was so fucking hard focusing on the road became almost impossible.

He was ten minutes into his drive before he used one hand to unbuckle his belt and free his aching cock.

Keeping one hand on the wheel and his focus the best he could out the windscreen, he started stroking himself, unable to wait a second longer for some kind of stimulation.

It was dangerous he knew, his attention could easily wane and he could potentially kill both of you if he swerved off the road.

But his dick needed attention too.

It really didn’t take him a lot to come, your noises were like a sadistic lullaby that brought him to the brink in no time at all. He came on his slacks and his hand which he wiped under the drivers seat before quickly tucking himself away.

“The things I’m going to do to you, Y/N.” He called back to you. “Now I have you, angel, I am never letting you go. I’ve waited so long for this.”

You responded by kicking the hood of the trunk hard and Spencer just laughed.

Eventually he pulled up in the lot of his apartment complex. He was practically shaking in anticipation as he leapt out of the car and round to the trunk.

His apartment had no security cameras and a back stairwell that very rarely got used. But he still had to hurry just in case he was seen.

He popped the trunk and gripped you by the waist, flinging you over his shoulder.

You whimpered and kicked and wriggled but he was much stronger.

“Don’t fight it angel. You want this.” He whispered to you as he carried you towards the stairwell.

You continued your charade of trying to fight against him, blind, bound and gagged as you gave your trust over to him completely.

You were already soaked, desperate to be touched. You knew Spencer had already relieved himself, you’d heard him come on the phone enough times to recognise the sounds he made.

You felt yourself being carried upstairs and then he stopped for a moment and you heard the jangling of keys.

His boots thudded against a wooden floor and the door was slammed shut moments after it opened.

He carried you a little further and then his hands gripped your hips again as you were set down.

Your ass and back crashed against the wood of a chair and you heard his footsteps round you and then his hands gripped your wrists again.

He tied the excess rope to the spokes of the chair and you fought against them dumbly.

Spencer smirked to himself, standing back up after tying you to the chair. He stripped off his gloves, baseball cap and overcoat, tossing them to the couch.

He switched on a small table lamp, pulling the knife from the back of his slacks. He crouched down in front of you, parting your legs so he could kneel between them.

He brought the blade to your cheek and you hissed around the gag at the feel of the cold metal. But he didn’t cut you, he just wanted you to know he could.

He smiled to himself as he glanced over his shoulder at the red flashing light in the corner of the room. He’d set it up earlier, making sure the angle was just right to capture everything he was going to do to you.

“I’m going to remove your gag, angel. But if you scream, I will kill you.” He pressed the blade to your throat and you whimpered. “Do you understand?”

You nodded a little frantically.

“Good girl.” He set the knife down on the floor next to him and exercised a surprising amount of caution as he removed the gag from between your lips.

A trail of saliva connected the gag to your mouth and Spencer hissed, thinking of other things he wanted to put in that mouth.

“What are you going to do to me?” You played along, making sure there was a hint of fear to your voice.

You felt Spencer move, standing back on his feet but he stayed close.

“Whatever the fuck I like.” He gripped your jaw in his hand, pressing his fingertips hard into your skin.

You heard the distinctive sound of a belt buckle being undone.

You whimpered at the thought of what was to come and tried to press your thighs together but Spencer was still standing between them.

He chuckled to himself, freeing his throbbing dick from his pants and moving even closer.

He tugged your head down by his hand still on your jaw and your lips smacked into the head of his cock.

“Open your mouth, angel.”

You were dumb to do anything but comply and parted your lips. The second you had, Spencer was thrusting his way inside of your mouth until he slammed against the back of your throat, making you gag.

He laughed menacingly, letting go of your jaw, his hands seeking solace in your hair instead.

You wished you could see him. You wished you could touch him. Hopefully he’d give you the chance later.

He started roughly fucking your mouth, tugging you by the hair to pull you and back and forth and down his length.

At first you gagged a little each time he pounded into your throat but you soon got used to the assault and you welcomed the feeling.

Spencer was slamming his hips harder and harder while you hollowed your cheeks and happily let him have his way with you.

He was grunting and moaning and you could feel his legs shaking between your own.

You took him fully in your mouth again, breathing in and out through your nose. He gripped the back of your head, holding you in place, your face buried in his fuzzy pubic hair.

You stayed still, wondering what he was thinking, wondering what he looked like with his cock sheathed in your mouth.

“Use your tongue. For fuck sake, you can think for yourself can’t you?”

Your brain snapped back at his words and you did as you were told, running your tongue up and down the underside of his shaft along the pulsing vein.

He moved his hips in circles, grinding against your face and you could taste the precome leaking onto your tongue.

He was panting furiously, looking down at your helpless form with his cock down your throat was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

But he didn’t want to come like this, not yet at least.

Suddenly his grip on the back of your head loosened and without warning he started slamming back in and out of your mouth a few times.

Then he surprised you by tugging himself free of your mouth entirely.

You felt the trail of saliva dribble down your chin and he did nothing to clean you up.

You heard him drop to his knees again and shuffle between your legs.

His hands wandered up your sides, they were large and warm even through the fabric of your shirt.

They came to a stop at the top button and then the sound of fabric ripping filled the room around you.

You felt the rush of air on your bare flesh and he pulled the remains of your shirt down your shoulders to hang at your tied wrists.

You heard a hiss escape his lips and then the sharp point of the blade was pressing between your breasts.

“Colour.” He barked at you.

As well as your safe word Spencer had been insistent on a colour system. Green means go. Yellow means proceed with caution. Red was stop.

He knew this was going to get intense and he wanted to put in as many safety precautions as possible.

“G-green.” You stuttered as the blade pressed more forcibly against your chest.

“Good girl.” He whispered and you heard the smirk in his voice.

In one swift move he used the blade to cut open the front of your bra and pushed aside, joining your shirt at your wrists.

He hissed again, louder this time and then you heard the blade clatter as it hit the floor.

“Fucking hell.” He growled, palming his still hard dick. “Your photos don’t do you justice, angel.”

“I want to s-see you.” You whined but Spencer just laughed.

“You think you’re in any position to tell me what you want?” He chuckled darkly.

Before you could respond you were silenced by his teeth sinking into one of your hard nipples. You yelped, jolting a little in the chair.

His fingers pinched your neglected nipple while he sucked and bit the other, making you squirm in the chair.

He swapped over, making sure both of your breasts got the same treatment. He wasn’t a complete monster.

You bit down on your own lip, desperately trying to clamp your thighs together but clamped Spencer’s waist instead.

He sat back on his haunches and ran his firm hands up your thighs.

When his finger danced between your legs he could already feel your wetness seeping through the fabric of your slacks.

The truth was the combination of everything that was going on had already pushed you dangerously close to the edge and you were sure you could come without him even touching you.

And he knew it too.

“So desperate.” He laughed, running his fingers back and forth between your legs. “Such a needy little slut.”

You whimpered, rocking against him. He suddenly pulled away and you whined pathetically which only made him laugh more.

“You don’t get to come yet, whore.” He spat, rounding the chair until he was behind you. “Not until I do anyway.”

He made quick work of untying the ropes from the chair and then freeing your wrists, your torn clothing falling to the floor.

You could feel the abrasions left behind in your skin from the rough material of the ropes.

He walked back around in front of you and took hold of your right wrist, deliberately putting pressure on the red welts he’d left there.

He guided your hand forward and you reached out blindly until you found his waiting dick.

He didn’t need to tell you what to do. You wrapped your hand around the base of his thick shaft and started pumping him quick and hard.

Spencer let go of your wrist and moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Your saliva hadn’t had a chance to dry and it made for a great lubrication as you worked on bringing him to his release.

His index finger traced your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. You started sucking on his digit like you had his cock while his other fingers clenched your jaw.

“You’re such a good little whore.” He moaned, looking back down at where your hand glided up and down his cock.

Your thumb swiped over his slit, collecting his precome and he bucked his hips into your hand.

He stuck a second finger inside your mouth and you continued to suck on them while jerking him off somewhat frantically.

He kept bucking his hips to meet your fist and he felt his stomach tightening soon as he reached the brink.

He was too far gone to stop himself this time, he needed a release almost as much as he had in the car earlier.

He angled his hips a little, turning himself towards your chest.

You felt his come splash on your breasts, rope after rope hitting your exploded flesh.

He moaned and grinded against your hand while you stroked him through his orgasm.

“Fuck.” He groaned, snapping his hips back away from you. “You look so fucking beautiful painted in my come.”

He was still panting as you heard him take a few steps backwards. You heard the sound of shoes being kicked off and then his belt buckle hitting the floor.

Buttons popping sounded soon after and the distinct rustling of him getting out of his shirt.

Soon you felt him between your legs again and now your hands were unbound you reached for him instantly.

You caught his face in your hands, scratching against soft stubble on his cheeks. You drew him closer to you and crashed your lips against his and moaned as you did so.

He gripped the back of your head hard, keeping you close as his tongue violently dove into your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him pinned to you but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed you with the kind of ferocity you’d never felt before and it rendered you dumb.

When he suddenly pulled back, unclamping your legs from around him, you felt empty. You blindly reached for him again but met only air.

He laughed and grabbed your wrist again. He placed something in your open palm, hard and plastic.

You toyed with it in your hand before you felt a pressure pressing against the other end of the item.

“I kidnapped you. I took you off the street and threw your pathetic ass in the back of my car. I could kill you with my bare hands, I could do anything to you. But you have the knife now. So what do you want to do to the man who kidnapped you?”

You whimpered realising he was pressing himself against the blade of the knife in your hand. You knew this was one of Spencer’s darkest fantasies, he’d talked to you about it length.

He loved pain. He loved to be hurt and watch himself bleed while he got off. And after everything he’d done for you, you couldn’t deny him this.

“C-colour.” You checked in before you did anything.

“I am very much green, angel.” He gently cupped your face. “Make me bleed.”

You did as he said. You swiped the blade downwards, unsure what part of his body lay beneath the knife. He hissed and closed his eyes as the sensation of his skin splitting beneath the blade.

“Perfect.” He panted. “Fucking perfect, angel.”

It was enough to have him standing at full attention again, the pain so incredibly arousing.

He removed the blade from your hand and tossed it aside before running his fingers over the wound on his chest.

The blood collected on his fingertips and then he was pressing them against your lips.

You moaned and wiggled in the chair as you took his fingers in your mouth again, tasting the metallic blood on his fingers.

He growled and ran his other hand through the blood too before gripping your jaw and leaving his bloody fingerprints on your skin.

“Covered in come and blood. You look a fucking mess.” He laughed sardonically, sitting back and wiping his hands on your slacks. “Stand up.”

You chewed on your lip, pushing yourself up on shaky legs until you were on your feet.

His fingers latched onto the button of your trousers and popped them open, tugging them down your legs where you stepped out of them.

He quickly removed your panties too and then you were being shoved backwards until you fell to the chair again.

This time when you felt him between your legs, hot air rushing through you, you grabbed him by the shoulder to pull him closer, needing him so badly.

Spencer might have teased some more if it weren’t for the fact your glistening cunt was staring right at him and he couldn’t wait a second longer.

He dove between your legs, running his tongue between your folds and collecting your arousal before settling into a steady motion on your clit.

You howled at the feeling, tossing your legs over his shoulders and around his neck. You threaded your fingers into his soft locks while grinding against his face.

You’d been close for a while now, the evenings activities enough to bring you spiralling towards release without even being touched.

And Spencer’s tongue was deft, knowing just how to work you to bring you crumbling down.

When he suddenly entered two fingers inside your throbbing pussy, you screamed, gripping his hair tightly at the roots.

You swore you felt him smirking against you.

He curled his fingers, scissoring them slightly to open you ready for his cock you hoped.

His tongue pressed harder against you, his ministrations becoming frantic.

When his fingers dove deeper and brushed against your g-spot you came unravelled. Your body spasmed against the chair as your orgasm wracked your whole body, muttering Spencer’s name as well as some choice expletives.

He continued working you through your orgasm until he was sure you were completely spent and then he sat back leaving you feeling dazed and vacant.

He kissed you again then and you tasted yourself on his tongue as well as feeling the slickness around his mouth.

You got lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth and didn’t realise at first that he’d lifted up and spun you around.

Spencer sat back in the chair and lowered you into his lap. It wasn’t until you felt the tip of his cock pressing between your legs that you realised the angle shift.

“Colour.” He spoke against your lips.

“Green. Green!” You whined. “Wanna…see y-you.”

“All in good time, angel. Now be a good girl and sit on my dick. Ride me good, princess.”

You moaned when he pressed against your entrance again and this time you lowered yourself down on him.

Spencer’s hand gripped your waist, holding you steady and digging into your flesh.

He was big and he pressed against your walls, forcing you to accommodate him as he stretched you out. The burning sensation of your body adjusting to him had you whimpering in pleasure.

Your body trembled once he was sheathed completely inside of you and he gave you a moment to adjust, but just a moment.

Soon he was slapping your hip, encouraging you to move.

Steadying yourself on his shoulders you started moving your hips up and down around him, but obviously it wasn’t enough for Spencer. It didn’t take long at all before he was bucking up hard to meet you, slamming up inside of you fast and hard.

You crashed your lips against his again while he fucked up into you, showing absolutely no mercy. He pounded you so hard you knew you’d be sore tomorrow but you welcomed the pain.

You kissed him sloppily as one hand moved to press against your clit again which made you yelp into his mouth. Spencer swallowed down your moan, snapping his hips back and forth whilst rubbing your sensitive bud.

The force he was excerpting made him briefly wonder if the chair might just collapse out from under him but he didn’t care. He was possessed.

Fucking you until you couldn’t walk was all that mattered to him.

You were practically a rag doll in his arms at this point, feeling the stretch and burn followed by overwhelming pleasure each time his cock slammed against your bundle of nerves.

He was panting, breathing heavily into your mouth and you were sure he was just as close as you were.

As if on queue he tore his lips away from yours and panted, “where can I come?”

“Inside. Please. Come inside me.” You begged, needing to feel his seed fill you up.

Spencer growled and slammed into a few more times, sending you crashing towards your orgasm seconds before his own.

He felt your already tight cunt clenching around him as you came again and with one last thrust he spilled himself inside of you.

He lazily continued thrusting while you both expelled yourselves.

He was panting and writhing beneath you in the chair but he stayed inside of you.

You felt his hand on the back of your head and then the blindfold was slipping off your head.

You blinked a few times to focus your eyes on the dim light of the room.

Spencer was smiling dopily at you, his messy hair slicked to his forehead.

He was more beautiful than his photographs did justice. His large, intense amber eyes pierced into your soul. His pouty, chapped lips were turned up at the corners.

You ran your finger over his sharp jawbone, his stubble prickling your digit a little.

He was completely and utterly perfect.

You smiled back at him, stroking the hair back off his face and kissing him softly while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You chuckled breathily. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.” Spencer panted, tucking your hair back behind your ears in such a gentle contradiction from the rest of the night.

“I’m jealous I didn’t get to see any of that.” You kissed him again, his dick softening inside of you.

A smirk played on his lips and he nodded his head to the side.

“Don’t worry, I got that covered.”

You followed the direction he nodded in towards the red flashing light of the camera set up in the corner.

You smirked with a small laugh before kissing him again.

You weren’t surprised. You didn’t know how you’d forgotten the discussion you’d had about filming your exploits. Spencer really had fucked you dumb.

You stayed like that on the chair for a little while before he carried you through to his bedroom and cleaned you up. After he curled up next to you, holding you tightly in his arms and soon the two of you fell into a blissful sleep.

***

Spencer had a spring in his step when he entered the BAU Monday morning. The two of you had spent the entire weekend together, mostly in bed, and it had been the greatest few days of his life.

He was even whistling to himself as he set his bag down on his desk and slid into his chair.

“Good weekend?” Luke chuckled at the doctor's chipper mood.

Spencer smiled to himself.

Everybody had a hidden side of their personality, Spencer was just exceptionally good at keeping his under wraps.

The team probably thought he’d spent his time off reading and pursuing art galleries, the expected side of Doctor Spencer Reid.

They were completely in the dark about the secret persona that lurked deep inside of their awkward, nerdy friend.

He turned to Luke, suppressing his grin and simply replied, “oh, you have no idea.”

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Say hello to Valentine P. Simmons! Also known as The Masquerade (spider)!

They’re not a “good guy” per say— and they run on their own rules and based on their own moral judgement to things. They’re kind of their own personal judge, jury, executioner who researches people, stalks them for a bit, and kills them upon judgement based on what they’ve seen and heard. A vigilante who precisely picks out their prey and although The Executioner (spider) would’ve sounded better, they’re a huge theatre nerd— also with the fact that The “Masquerade” portion being that they have a lot of things they tend to hide behind their mask/facade and constantly try to keep up their confident image, no matter what, which provides for some very angst opportunities.

I’ll drop some random info abt them:

- They’re from some sort of multiverse but ended up on Earth-928 through some sort of mishap that resulted in them receiving amnesia whether during transportation or after their arrival and surprisingly have not developed the “glitch”.

- They were a subject involved in the testing of a mineral found from a different planet called “Bioluminite” (It was smthn I created in inspo to the movie Annihilation) but basically it reflects and takes in the DNA fragments of anything that surrounds it. Which allowed for Masquerade to have certain abilities.

- They have magnetic footwear which activates and can deactivates at will, and allows him to cling to surfaces about 2 feet away at best. It also reduces friction and makes it seem like he can glide along floors easily.

- They’ve got a double set of claws on their gloves and their claws are usually used to grip onto surfaces or potential victims. (Inspo was from Odogaron from MH)

- The weird butterfly shrimp things were entities that developed from the Bioluminite (that grows on the right side of their arm). They kind of act like a silk bug (see MHR) for The Masquerade to get around with, like how most Spidermen can get around by swinging with their webbing.

- The butterfly shrimp entities also work as a flash bang when The Masquerade needs them, relying on a connection that they share with The Masquerade to actually go “bang” and blind people.

- I think I also wrote somewhere that due to certain things that the bioluminite has been exposed to in terms of creatures, they also MAY have the ability to have shrimp color vision lmao

- They have spider mandibles but also sharp teeth, lacks venom so in turn. They use their mandibles to hold their victims in place to bite easier, and just go ham like a dog with a chew toy

- They like hopping from building to building (all fours type beat) it’s pretty terrifying but it’s fun for them. They like telling people that it’s because they’ve got part jumping spider when in reality, they’re just slightly unhinged like that.

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starborn-souls · 1 year

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Damn maybe I did something with the call sign ‘Pixie’ lmfao.

Like obviously there’s the factors of y’know, Red being this 4’11 young kid basically when she enlisted. Kept a short pixie cut all through training and had a propensity to almost look like she was flying when maneuvering high spots for lack of a better word and people thinking they were clever with the nickname.

And then there’s the original ‘double meaning’ of it that it took on when she started picking up more of a saboteur role in spec ops. Just causing mayhem and high end ‘mischief’ behind enemy lines.

But- and here’s the new thing- there’s that layer of deception that the fae have in myth. Not being as kind or benevolent as they seem. And that in an odd sort of way does apply to Pixie.

Tackle the ‘deception’ part of that first. And well, in a way she does deceive everyone around her, including herself. She’s underestimated because of her stature and she plays into that on the field.

But then with allies, the deception is more in regards to just herself. She’s put on a front of l having it together, of being this calm headed operator that would do anything for her fellow soldiers both on and off the battlefield. And while that’s absolutely true, it hides what’s underneath.

That while she does take care of her fellow soldiers as they need and insists that they don’t hesitate to come to her if they need help or support she just. She can’t convince herself to let that relationship be two sided. She can’t let herself get attached. Her friendliness is strictly professional in her mind. Genuine, but impersonal.

Although that is convoluted by the other major fact her ‘Pixie’ persona hides. The fact she doesn’t care what happens to her, if it somehow benefits or helps her fellow soldiers, the same ones she refuses to let herself get attached to. She isn’t seeking death, but at the same time.. she’d be content with its arrival if she were the only soul being lost.

And that’s the truth of it really. ‘Pixie’ is just a mask she’s worn for so long she’s successfully deceived herself for the most part. It’s a crutch, letting her repress her own trauma so she can keep fighting, keep riding on that speeding train that’s military service as another distraction. Duct tape and glue holding her together.

Because once she’s just Red? She’s not lying to herself anymore, she’s herself and well.. she’s been Pixie so often for so long she’s not even sure who that is anymore besides some sort of faded, shattered echo of that young SPC Simmons that might as well have been killed by that IED in 2012.

#Red Simmons // Pixie (mw2 verse)#I’ve been having brain rot for both Red and Pixie and it’s showing lmao #your honor I love them

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bastardsunlight · 1 year

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They are alone, for the time being, and he hasn’t been tasked in weeks. The possibility that this indicates Management is in a good mood (though it would be foolish to think he would not send his Left Hand for someone even on the best of days) isn’t why Sixteen tests him. He grows tired of training alone.

Playfulness is perhaps the last behavior one might expect to see in the pinnacle of Apex, and, certainly, the way he sets his weaponry aside and eases slowly into the beginnings of a fighting stance at his superior’s passing does not look all that different from his response to a rare challenge by some other coworker grown too big for their proverbial britches. But the man who has raised him from a child understands him in a way no others do, and is quite capable of distinguishing the nigh-inaudible rumble coming from behind that mask from an actual threat: were it a threat, Sixteen would already have struck. No, this is challenge is a lighthearted one, and the Apex eagerly awaits its acceptance.

Wesker does a quick tally of the tasks he has accomplished today and what he has yet to do. He is meeting Sarazen in the laboratory for… something—the man thinks he is quite clever, that he has discovered something. Management is inclined to give him a chance or two, as even the most doltish of minds can hit upon something if allowed enough time—and he has certainly been given that.

Sarazen can wait. Wesker slows and turns, looking his pseudo son up and down. Sixteen is not bored, per se, but in need of stimulation, as any highly honed, living weapon would be. He has not had an assignment in weeks because everything is moving with swift efficiency, as Wesker prefers it. There is no need for the fabled Left Hand.

Oh he is certain that before the end of this particular phase, Sixteen’s prowess will be required, especially if the BSAA become more heavily involved. Thus far, they’ve yet to detect anything amiss on the global stage, so to speak, but that is due in part to the upper echelon of those who are actually calling the shots. On the other hand, there are US government agencies that have a tendency to probe deeper and even Derek Simmons cannot slow their progress for long.

He can spare a few minutes to spar with Sixteen.

Setting aside the clipboard he had been carrying, Management limbers neck and shoulders, flexing his fingers and dropping low, eyes on his protégé. “Show me what you can do, Sixteen.”

#response #a tyrant's work is never done #wesker did you forget to provide adequate stimulation in Sixteen's enclosure?#management #vehxmence

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yesstaffnurse1 · 1 year

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Busted in Casualty!

Sister Simmons approached us in our cubicles in the Emergency Department. “Well, gentlemen,” she asked Jimmy and I, “would you like the good news or the bad news?” I glanced at my friend a little nervously, but answered: “The good news I think, please, Sister.” I could tell the nurse was smiling through her mask when she said: “Well the doctors have said there is nothing wrong with the pair of you and they are happy to discharge you.” I smiled broadly in relief and went to pick up my bag, as did Jimmy. We glanced at each other again, having noticed both rucksacks were decidedly lighter. Nonetheless we decided to get while the going was good, but suddenly noticed a second blue uniformed female figure, had appeared, standing just in front of our exit out of the cubicle. Her smile was also disguised by her mask, but the tone was superior and amused. “Don’t you want to hear the bad news, chaps?” blonde haired Sister Lomax asked us. We paused. “I-I guess so, Sister,” I stuttered. Then, from under a trolley both nurses picked up an armful each of perfume, tea, biscuits, chocolates and other sundry hamper goods. Jimmy and I stared fixedly at the festive fare, speechless, and scarlet faced, while the women stared knowingly into our guilty eyes.

“Yes,” returned Simmons, “it’s the prizes for the Department’s Christmas raffle. All found in your bags, gents, while you were off having your X rays.” We looked from one uncompromising woman to the next. “You’re busted, lads.” said Lomax firmly. We still didn’t know what to say, so Simmons filled the silence. “Now providing you don’t give us any trouble,” she told us, “we can keep this discreet. We can draw the cubicle curtains so no one can see us while we tie you up and you can wait in here, guarded, for the police to arrive.” I looked again at Jimmy. We were trapped and knew it. We couldn’t escape from a crowded Casualty and the thought of being chased, caught and then bound in public by female nurses was too much. “You win, ladies,” I sighed, “we give up.” The women’s eyes smiled with satisfaction and the prizes were swiftly replaced with rolls of bandages in their hands. “Turn around and put your hands behind your backs for us like good boys,” ordered Lomax, laughter sounding in her voice. I glared bitterly at the mocking woman before doing as she said. I made one last plea as Simmons approached me and Lomax carefully arranged Jimmy’s wrists behind him. “Don’t make it too tight, Sisters,” I sighed, “after all we aren’t going anywhere!”

Source: Lancashire Teaching Hospitals’ LinkedIn

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houseisekai · 1 year

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House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Part 14, Bloodstained Philosophy

Act 2 Masterlist

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Being assisted by the Mysterious "C" and Arval, Aqua and Darkness lead their group to find the missing members of House Isekai.

But they soon encounter a familiar foe...

Ann and Ryuji slowly peeked around the corner of the wall they were hiding behind.

As far as the eye could see, everything was in complete ruins.

The snow had covered much of the debris, but it was obvious some kind of fight happened.

Ryuji shrugged as he looked back to Mitsuru and Naoto.

(Ryuji) "We ain't seein' anything. Looks clear."

(Mitsuru) "My Persona isn't detecting anything either."

Naoto checked the bullets in her revolver before nodding.

(Naoto) "Let's assume we're not alone then."

Ann and Ryuji shivered in the freezing cold, Mitsuru and Naoto had their coats warm them enough.

(Ann) "W-Why did the next thing they want HAVE to be in the snow?!"

(Ryuji) "Better to be in our Phantom Thief outfits than our school uniforms but…god damn it is cold!"

Naoto frowned as she saw what appeared to be train tracks leading further into the destroyed base.

If she had to guess, the item they were looking for was in there. But what was this place?

(Naoto) "How many years has it been since we left Fodlan? They seem to have a railroad now."

(Ann) "Oh yeah, this place does look a bit too futuristic for them."

(Ryuji) "Shit, you're right! Think anyone we know is still around?"

(Mitsuru) "Considering Sitri called us, it may have been at least a decade. But until we talk to them, we won't know."

Mitsuru walked ahead of the group and saw a crate with the lid half off.

The symbol on the crate, it was Adrestian.

Looking to her right as the railroad went further in, she saw even more crates. Most of them were from the Empire, but the symbols of the Kingdom of Faerghus and Leicester Alliance.

(Mitsuru) "…?!"

Mitsuru grabbed her Evoker as she called out to everyone.

(Mitsuru) "Enemy detected!"

Ann and Ryuji reached for their masks as Naoto had her gun at the ready.

Everyone stood their ground as a blinding flash of blue light was summoned in front of them.

And in direct sight stood a figure in black robes.

(Naoto) "Those Who Slither!"

(Ryuji) "NICE TRY JACKASS!"

(Iros) "…Wait isn't that-"

(Ann) "CARMEN!"

(Ryuji) "CAPTAIN KIDD-"

(Simmons) "H-HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

(Aqua) "DARKNESS, DO SOMETHING!"

Aqua kicked Darkness to the front as the Phantom Thieves misfired their Personas.

Darkness eagerly leapt in front of Iros to take the blow as the fireball erupted into a smoke cloud and the lighting bolt struck her.

When the cloud dissipated, Darkness was completely fine, albeit disappointed.

(Darkness) "Hm. It seems your Personas do not hurt as much as I was hoping…"

(Tucker) "Woah, what?! You were HOPING your friends would beat the shit outta you?!"

(Lest) "What is wrong with you…?"

(Arval) "A lot, evidently."

Iros took a deep breath of relief, thankful he wasn't killed on the spot.

(Naoto) "Kazuma's friends?"

(Aqua) "Oh, the Persona kids. Long time no see!"

Everyoned lowered their weapons hearing the two, but looked curiously at the others.

Especially at Iros and Arval.

(Ryuji) "Sorry 'bout that! Guess we kinda jumped the gun there."

(Grif) "Yeah no fuckin' kidding."

(Forte) "A pleasure to meet you."

(Mitsuru) "Why are you with a member of Those Who Slither?"

(Iros) "Before we continue we should find some shelter. You can't be too sure of who's listening in these days."

Naoto nodded in agreement.

(Naoto) "Good call. That, and Ryuji and Ann are freezing to death."

(Aqua) "Ugh, you're telling me. Didn't think we'd get sent to Faerghus."

(Ann) "That explains the cold…"

The group moved further into the base before finding where the railroad ended, inside a building that looked to be a command center.

[Troubled - Persona 3 OST]

Once everyone got situated, the Persona Users explained their situation first, how they got to Fodlan and their meeting with the Class VII members.

However, they have had no contact with anyone else since then, other than the Orks inside the Tower.

Then Aqua and Darkness explained what was happening with House Isekai, from what Kazuma told them.

Finally, Sarge introduced Red Team, Tucker, Forte, and Lest, and what their involvement with Fodlan was. Including the day they met during the final assault on the Zanado Tower.

…

(Ryuji) "It's been a month in Fodlan?! But we just got here, it hasn't even been a day for us!"

(Naoto) "This is troubling. If time is flowing differently, then we may be too late to help out with current affairs if we're to go back in."

(Ann) "Then we should meet up with the rest of the gang, right?"

(Mitsuru) "Takamaki is right. Regrouping with the rest of House Isekai needs to take priority."

(Aqua) "So, what happened to the Class VII kids?"

(Naoto) "Last I recall..."

(Laura) “…Perhaps we should report this to everyone else.”

(Naoto) “Go ahead with that, Class VII. I believe the person who brought us here wanted this.”

(Naoto) "For us that was only a few hours ago."

(Darkness) "Rean told us he hadn't heard from them in a few weeks."

(Ann) "Well, seeing as how you found us this quickly, maybe we should all try that teleporter."

Mitsuru turned her direction to Iros and Arval.

(Mitsuru) "I'd like to ask, how did that teleporter get you directly to us?"

(Iros) "From what I've been able to gather on the teleporting, anyone who's been in contact with Byleth long enough has a signal we can lock onto."

(Naoto) "I presume there is a limit to teleporting for your group then? At least, when it comes to the Tower."

(Arval) "Yup. You guys go through it, you're fine. The moment we try alone? We don't reappear again, and we don't know about that part."

(Simmons) "Guess that's why the others haven't tried ambushing us yet."

(Ryuji) "All that being said, how do we know we can trust ya? For all we know, you could be waiting for the moment to stab us in the back."

(Sarge) "Not to worry son. The enemies of our enemies are our friends. Friends that we can blast in the face with a shotgun if they step outta line!"

(Arval) "We're standing right here."

(Sarge) "Right where I want ya! In face blasting range..."

Lest cleared his throat, changing the topic before it could begin escalating.

(Lest) "By the way, doesn't this place look familiar?"

(Sarge) "Now that ya mention it…Wait a- this is the military base we escaped!"

(Simmons) "What?! But we just left this place!"

(Tucker) "All that time driving and we went in a fucking circle, outstanding."

(Ann) "You guys blew the place up?"

(Grif) "Yeah. Looks like the Separatists packed their shit and ran after we did."

(Naoto) "Separatists?"

(Forte) "I believe when we regroup with your friends, they can explain that situation better than we can."

(Darkness) "Then what is our current course of action?"

(Aqua) "Well, I say we find the rest of the kids first, then call VEGA to get us the heck out of here. We got troubles back in our home worlds that needs taking care of."

The Persona Users looked uneasy, they didn't like what that entailed.

(Ann) "Wait, so what are you guys gonna do then?"

Everyone turned to the newcomers.

(Lest) "Well...Maybe it'd be best if we tried to get back home as well, at least for now. There was a Tower in our world too."

(Sarge) "What? I didn't hop on over to another dimension to sit this fight out!"

(Grif) "Do they even need our help? We can go back, get our shit sorted out, then show back up. We don't even know if there's a Tower back in our own home."

(Tucker) "Besides the big ass one you built."

(Mitsuru) "Then it's settled. We tell the others what we've found, then regroup with our own worlds. However before we go, I'd like for us to investigate this base. We were looking for something potentially dangerous after all. I'd rather it not get in the wrong hands."

Everyone nodded in agreement and set out towards the snow.

[Wicked Plan - Persona 5 OST]

Aqua, Darkness, Ryuji, Ann, and Red Team stopped by a large shipment of Adrestian supplies and what appeared to be the ruins of a lab.

While everyone was sifting through the crates, Ann and Ryuji put themselves next to Aqua and Darkness.

(Ann) "Hey, I haven't had the chance to say it yet, but it's good to see you guys after so long!"

(Ryuji) "For real, you're a sight for sore eyes!"

(Darkness) "The feeling is mutual. I feared something may have happened to you all-"

(Aqua) "Psh, are you kidding? Their overpowered crap could whoop whatever's in their way!"

(Ann) "And it's nice to see you still haven't changed...At all, actually."

(Aqua) "What's that supposed to mean?"

(Ryuji) "I figured you'd be wiser or somethin'."

(Aqua) "I have! I'm still your senior anyway, you should be giving me some respect!"

(Ann) "Riiiight. Changing the subject, have you guys found anything?"

(Aqua) "HEY, I'M NOT DONE-"

(Ryuji) "Nothing."

(Darkness) "Afraid not."

Meanwhile, Red Team were going through the lab equipment, finding nothing but broken electronics.

(Grif) "Jesus she's loud."

(Sarge) "Hmph. Of course the blue one is the most annoying."

Simmons opened one of the crates and found a strange device that could fit on his wrist.

(Simmons) "Sir, I think I found something!"

Grif and Sarge walked over to him as Simmons was examining it thoroughly.

(Simmons) "It looks like a bracelet of some kind. But what does it do?"

Sarge looked inside the crate Simmons had opened and found a note.

(Sarge) [Mumbling] "Prototype...Valda...Extremely dangerous?"

(Grif) "So what is it?"

(Sarge) "Shut it numbnuts, I'm trying to read. Ah, there we go! Looks like it's some doohickey that can copy technology off of people."

(Ryuji) "For real?"

(Simmons) "WOAH!"

The reds jumped when they saw Ann and Ryuji behind them.

(Ann) "O-Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!"

(Grif) "How the fuck did you guys even get behind us? We didn't even hear you!"

(Ryuji) "Sorry, could say we're kinda good at sneakin' up on people. Now what's this about copying technology?"

(Sarge) "Says here it's a prototype that can bypass the whole Tower's schtick of not letting people use a person's ability or technology. It was replaced for an even more dangerous but more reliable tool...Whatever that means."

(Grif) "Holy shit that sounds awesome, we gotta use that!"

(Ann) "Um, shouldn't we make sure that isn't ending up in anyone's possession? That sounds pretty bad."

(Simmons) "Nah, fuck that. We got dibs on it!"

(Sarge) "Just need to work my magic on it later...Say kids, what was that ghost summon thing you did?"

(Ryuji) "You must be 'effin nuts if you think we're letting you copy us!"

...

Mitsuru, Naoto, Iros, and Arval were looking through Leicester supplies, overhearing their conversation.

(Mitsuru) "...They are far too loud."

(Naoto) "Perhaps I should go over there and remind them what we're here for?"

(Iros) "I think that would be a lost cause."

(Arval) "..."

Iros suddenly stood up and looked around his surroundings.

(Iros) "On second thought, get your friends. Now."

Mitsuru and Naoto looked at each other before nodding and running over to gather everyone else.

(Arval) "You felt that too?"

(Iros) "Yeah. He's here."

(Arval) "Think he tracked us from the tower?"

(Iros) "We can't rule it out. But more than likely he's here to cover their tracks."

(???) "You're not wrong on that, Iros."

[Those Who Sow Darkness - Fire Emblem: Three Houses OST]

Iros looked up and saw a man in red robes, adorned with gold. He had a half-mask that covered his upper face and only revealed his mouth.

(Iros) "Ambrus...!"

As the two got up and readied themselves for battle, they were joined by everyone else who pulled out their weapons.

(Ambrus) "I take it you're looking for this."

Ambrus held out his hand, a glowing metallic eye the size of a boulder floating above it.

(Naoto) "That's the same one the Orks had..."

(Ryuji) "Were you the assholes who brought them here to Fodlan?!"

(Ambrus) "No. You have Cichol and his daughter to thank for that."

He turned back to Iros, his mouth displaying no signs of taking any sort of pleasure from this exchange.

(Ambrus) "You'd go so far as to side with House Isekai, just to fight us?"

(Arval) "If it means putting a stop to your insane plans, then yes!"

Ambrus looked to everyone else, only recognizing a few faces.

(Forte) "Pray tell, what exactly is he planning to do?"

(Ambrus) "Nothing that concerns your worlds. My goals remain in Fodlan, and Fodlan alone."

(Tucker) "And what, think we're just gonna let your ass run amok and kill all of our friends here?!"

(Aqua) "We've killed Thales, what makes you think we couldn't do the same to you?!"

Ambrus snapped his fingers and had the glowing eye disappear into a black portal.

(Ambrus) "You don't belong here. None of you do."

He stepped forward, making Red Team and Tucker aim their guns to his head.

(Ambrus) "Do you honestly think these nations will last another ten years? They have become dependent on these outside factors. On you."

(Grif) "I've had enough of your bullshit!"

[On Blade's Edge - Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker OST]

Grif pulled the trigger on his rifle, a three round burst blasting out of the barrel, leading to everyone else opening fire.

Ambrus quickly teleported upwards dodging the gunfire.

(Ambrus) "I will restore the Agarthans and Nabatean's place in this world! No traitor or offworlder will stop me!"

Ambrus turned his hand sideways before raising it up, a massive white circle forming underneath.

(Iros) "OUT, NOW!"

Iros and Arval teleported out, Red Team and Tucker dove, the Persona Users jumped away using their Personas while Lest and Forte rolled out of the attack.

A massive pillar of light shot out underneath, exploding the ground and sending debris and snow upwards.

Ambrus landed back on the ground in front of Iros.

Iros's body began to glow with a dark purple aura and the Crest of Flames flashed in front of his face, glowing red and staying on.

Arval got in between the two as he raised his hand.

His hand glowed a bright blue before an ice spike flew past Ambrus's head, barely managing to dodge.

Iros's right hand formed a sword of the same aura on his body, slashing at Ambrus's legs.

Ambrus blocked by forming a sword of his own, and slashed at Arval's neck.

Arval flew backwards, making Iros fall back as well and got into a defensive stance.

Before Ambrus could retaliate, he snapped his fingers again, two portals appearing at his side.

(Ambrus) "Take care of his friends, Iros is mine."

The two portals materialized two giant wolf-like demonic beasts, rushing past Iros and Arval.

...

Darkness's eyes shone with excitement as the Demonic Beast rushed towards them.

(Darkness) "Ooooh!~"

(Forte) "Please refrain from making that noise!"

(Lest) "INCOMING!"

Darkness and Forte blocked the Wolf from advancing by using their swords to hold it off.

Tucker activated his energy sword before going for his side.

(Tucker) "STAB!"

He jammed his sword straight into what he assumed was the stomach as the demonic beast roared in pain.

It spun around, flinging Tucker into the snow letting go of his sword while Darkness and Forte were thrown back as well.

Lest ducked underneath the two flying past him and rushed in, pulling out an axe.

Mitsuru put the Evoker to her head and pulled the trigger while Naoto shot a tarot card that materialized in blue flames.

(Naoto) “Sukuna Hikona!"

(Mitsuru) “Artemisia!”

Mitsuru's Persona safely caught the two and put them on the ground while Naoto's Persona flew towards the demonic beast, flying rapidly around and distracting it.

Lest slid past the beast's jaws as it tried to crush him, plunging the axe into the nose.

He jumped back and pulled out a staff, casting several rocks from the ground and hurling it at the front leg.

The jagged rocks severed the legs, making it fall into the ground.

Tucker got up from the snow and grabbed his Energy Sword that was still stuck in the beast, pulling it out and leaping onto the beast's head.

(Tucker) "STAB AGAIN, BITCH!"

Stabbing it directly in the forehead, Mitsuru's Persona froze the beast solid as Tucker and Lest leapt back.

Forte and Darkness jumped in, using their brute strength and shattering it to pieces as their swords smashed the head.

...

(Sarge) "Think one beast is enough to stop us?!"

Sarge's shotgun fired point blank at the Demonic Beast's face as it tried to come in to split Sarge in half.

The flash and buckshot made the beast recoil as Grif and Simmons backed up as far as they could, providing covering fire.

Aqua stood back with them, casting a small holy circle around her, saying a prayer with her eyes closed.

Ryuji and Ann leapt to the front with Sarge, forcing him back.

(Ann) "Dude, get back! You wanna die that much?!"

They tore off their masks as their Personas materialized behind them.

Ryuji's Persona electrocuted the demonic beast, but it only made it angry as it lashed out wildly.

Ryuji was backhanded by the beast, making him tumble over into the snow.

Ann's Persona set the beast ablaze, making it flail around somehow even faster.

(Ann) "Crap, not good!"

(Sarge) "GRIF, SIMMONS! THROW THE PINEAPPLES!"

Grif and Simmons looked at each other and nodded, pulling out grenades.

(Simmons) "GRENADE OUT!"

(Grif) "GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF THERE!"

The two activated their grenades and threw it at the demonic beast's feet.

Sarge threw his own before running for cover while Ann grabbed Ryuji and got to a safe distance.

The explosion blew apart the underside of the beast, and Aqua cracked her knuckles, seeing the beast wasn't dead.

(Aqua) "REPENT IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL FOR BARING FANGS AGAINST THE GODDESS AND HER DISCIPLES!"

She ran forward, fists clenched.

(Simmons) "What the fuck is she doing!?"

(Ann) "OH CRAP, DUCK!"

(Grif) "Wait, is that actually gonna-"

(Aqua) "GOD BLOW!"

As Aqua's fist made contact, the demonic beast exploded into a violent blaze, instantly melting the snow and creating a mini-crater.

...

Ambrus, Iros, and Arval were at a stalemate, neither getting a decisive blow on each other as they parried every hit.

Ambrus had no time to cast magic thanks to Arval, while Iros couldn't get out of a defensive stance thanks to Ambrus's all out offense.

Arval turned around and saw Aqua punch the demonic beast they were fighting, the battlefield rocking violently from the impact.

Everyone was blown back and interrupted their duel.

Using his chance, Ambrus snapped his fingers, turning the skies red.

(Arval) "No you don't!"

Arval held his arms outwards, casting a shield over the entire area.

Iros then snapped his fingers, turning the skies from red to black.

Massive explosions scattered throughout the air, making showers of rock fall down and bounce off the shield.

Iros's sword clashed against Ambrus's, leaving the two at a standoff.

Ambrus eyed his surroundings and saw that the demonic beasts were dead.

(Ambrus) "If you wish to throw your lot in with House Isekai and betray your people, then so be it!"

A dark portal formed behind Ambrus as Iros and Arval tried to rush forward.

(Ambrus) "This isn't over, brother."

Ambrus jumped back as the portal disappeared, vanishing into thin air.

Iros and Arval stopped when they lost him, Iros cursing under his breath.

Everyone else gathered in the middle, looking around to see any more potential threats.

[End Song]

(Arval) "I'm not sensing him anymore. Think we're clear now."

(Iros) "No one came to any harm, I presume?"

(Grif) "My goddamn ears are ringing! Why was her punch so violent?"

(Ann) "I did say take cover..."

(Aqua) "Do you believe me now?"

(Lest) "We're fine, thank you. But I take it he got away."

(Naoto) "With the thing we were looking for no less."

Mitsuru stared at Iros and Arval, not sure of what to think of them.

(Mitsuru) "You have our thanks, "C"."

(Tucker) "The hell, what for? All he was doing was fighting that red asshole."

(Mitsuru) "It was because of that, he kept him occupied. I doubt we would have come out unscathed if we were the ones fighting him instead."

(Arval) "You're welcome."

(Darkness) "That Agarthan, he's your brother?"

(Sarge) "Oh yeah, I did hear him say that."

(Ryuji) "Dude, how? That explosion was loud as shit!"

(Iros) "...He is. I'd rather tell the story to Sitri and Sothis, since they're the only ones who can understand it fully, if you don't mind."

(Mitsuru) "Fair enough."

(Naoto) "We should get going. Is it possible to use that teleporter to get us to Class VII?"

(Iros) "It is. Though we're going to need a day to recover once we get back. Teleporting does have its limit-"

(Arval) "Especially mine! Ugh, the second time today?"

(Iros) "Just do it, you can sleep after."

(Arval) "Fine."

Arval sighed as he created a portal for everyone to go through, everyone stepping through and back into the town outside the Tower.

As Iros directed everyone to the bedrooms, Aqua walked over to the Persona Users and Darkness.

(Aqua) "Doubt the farmer or the soldiers know who they are, but...you guys hear Ambrus mention he wanted to bring back the Agarthans and Nabateans?"

(Darkness) "I thought I was imagining things."

(Ryuji) "Yeah, don't Those Who Slither hate their 'effin guts?"

(Ann) "That "C" guy has a lot of questions to answer."

(Naoto) "Perhaps it's the fact that Ambrus is his brother is why he doesn't want to disclose any more information than he needs to."

(Mitsuru) "Whether he wants to keep it contained or not, we'll find out either way."

...

Ambrus shook his head as he let his underlings grab the metallic eye.

He needed to rest.

A woman in black robes bowed as he passed by.

(Woman) "Milord. Did everything go according to plan?"

(Ambrus) "...It has."

(Woman) "Excellent! Your traitorous brother will pay dearly for crossing you, and we shall-"

(Ambrus) "Save your brown-nosing. I want nothing more than silence right now. Go do as you're instructed and deliver the energy core to the Separatist base."

(Woman) "...A-At once milord, my apologies."

He turned back to her as she left, wincing.

(Ambrus) Such a pitiful state you've left our people, Thales. How grateful that I am you are finally dead.

He turned around and walked down the dark corridors, lit by the sleek blue glowing lines sprawling around the base.

(Ambrus) I will undo your legacy, and bring back the lives we once had.

...

[Roundabout - Yes]

PART 14: ENDED

I'll be the roundabout The words will make you out 'n' out I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley The music dance and sing They make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we'll be there and we'll see you Ten true summers we'll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you'll see I'll be there with you

#House Isekai #House Isekai ARR #crossover #fanfic

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Yk the fact that, in two separate AUs/timelines, who Pixie would consider to be her closest friend is some antisocial winter-coded bitch (Sommer in her standard verse and Borealis in her Phoenix verse) probably says something about her.

Idk what, but Something.

#SIMMONS: behind the mask #headcanons: jot this down #BOREALIS: one shot one kill #SOMMER: a heart frozen over #PHOENIX: ashes and broken glass

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In a BBL inning, Josh Brown sets a record for the most sixes.

Brisbane Heat opener Josh Brown rewrote the Big Bash League (BBL) record books with a jaw-dropping display of power hitting, launching a staggering 12 sixes in a single innings!

This monstrous feat surpassed the previous record of 11 sixes held jointly by Chris Gayle, Craig Simmons, and Chris Lynn (twice). Brown’s six-hitting spree was the centerpiece of his blistering 140-run knock off just 57 balls against the Adelaide Strikers in the BBL Challenger Final.

His innings wasn’t just about brute force; it was a masterclass in timing and shot selection. Brown used the pace of the Strikers’ bowlers to his advantage, sending the ball soaring over the boundary with effortless elegance.

Here are some key highlights of Brown’s record-breaking knock:

12 sixes: The most by any batsman in a BBL innings, eclipsing the previous mark of 11.

140 runs: The third-highest individual score in BBL history, behind Glenn Maxwell’s 154* and Marcus Stoinis’ 147*.

Fastest century: Brown reached his hundred off just 41 balls, equaling the second-fastest ton in BBL history alongside Glenn Maxwell.

Highest score in a BBL playoff match: Brown surpassed Jake Weatherald’s 115 in the 2017–18 season finale.

Brown’s heroics propelled the Brisbane Heat to a commanding total of 214/7, eventually leading them to victory and a spot in the BBL final. His record-breaking innings will be remembered as one of the most electrifying displays of batting in BBL history.

Brown’s achievement has sparked celebrations within the cricketing community. Here are some of the reactions:

“Josh Brown has gone absolutely ballistic! What an innings, what a record!” — Michael Clarke, former Australian captain.

“This is pure carnage! Brown is sending the ball into orbit.” — Alyssa Healy, Australian wicket-keeper batter.

“A night to remember for Josh Brown and the Brisbane Heat. This record could stand for a long time.” — Brendon McCullum, former New Zealand captain.

Josh Brown’s record-breaking performance has not only cemented his place in BBL history but also thrust him into the limelight as a force to be reckoned with in the world of T20 cricket. His six-hitting prowess will undoubtedly be a major weapon for the Brisbane Heat in the BBL final, and cricket fans around the world will be eagerly waiting to see what he can do next.

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and with that !! SADIE, KIARI & REGGIE are part of THRIVE ENTERTAINMENT !! you have 8 hours until your first official meeting and you do not want to be late ! seriously ! ( fc** alexis carrington and eddie liberty rose are now taken )

** could sadie mun please send in a new fc

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꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀alexis carrington. twenty-three. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ woah, are you KIARI HAMMOND? heard you’ve been signed with thrive for TWO YEARS as SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER for SECOND WINDOW. we keep hearing from backstage how much you remind them all of MIRROR SELFIES, MISSED CALLS & TATTOOS YOU CAN'T SEE and we have to agree with them you are pretty AFFECTIONATE. if only they knew how things go behind the scenes. our sources claim you HAVE MADE UP RUMORS ABOUT OTHER BANDS and we really hope they’re wrong! we wouldn’t want your reputation going down the drain. ꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀renee. est.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀edie liberty rose. twenty four. they/them.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ woah, are you REGINA "REGGIE" SIMMONS? heard you’ve been signed with thrive for THREE YEARS as a TOUR PHOTOGRAPHER. we keep hearing from backstage how much you remind them all of MATCHMAKING, THRIFTED VINTAGE CLOTHING, CARRYING SNACKS IN CASE OF “EMERGENCIES”, SMELL OF WEED MASKED WITH PERFUME and we have to agree with them you are pretty ENERGETIC. if only they knew how things go behind the scenes. our sources claim you PURPOSEFULLY PHOTOGRAPH YOUR ENEMIES FROM A BAD ANGLE and we really hope they’re wrong! we wouldn’t want your reputation going down the drain. ꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀L. PST.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱

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Ashes In The Fall - Chapter 25: What We Left Behind II

Book 2 of the Calendula Chronicles

Resident evil, Wesker X OC

Story Summary: Marigold Ashford escaped the mansion, only to face new incarceration with a familiar jailor. She may yet have to make a deal with the devil, if she can unearth what this Faustian bargain would cost her.

There is always something left to lose.

Chapter summary: Raccoon CIty lies in ruins, and everyone is finally catching their breath. Now what?

October 3, 1998

Ada Wong stirred, then opened her eyes to the mid-morning light streaming g through her window. The recovery wing at the HCF facility she’d been transferred to was reasonably upscale, by hospital standards. A swath of country estate, completed with trails, manicured groves of trees, and ponds, was visible out the window.

A small card had been set on her nightstand. More orders? Ada picked it up to find that it was an actual embossed greeting card, advising her to Get Well Soon in a spidery scrawl. The plain card was signed with the initials MA. Ada studied the handwriting thoughtfully. The woman who had provided them cover at the RPD station hadn’t bothered to refute any insinuations of her identity.

An attendant was putting away sheets on the other side of the room and finally noticed that she was awake. They noted the card in her hand. “Oh- there was a lady come by here yesterday. Asked me to leave that.” They seemed on edge. “They’ll want to talk to you, now that you’re awake. The operations team, I mean. I’ll get the doctor,” they said and hurried out of the room, task abandoned.

Everything hurt. In the constant unceasing panic of the outbreak, Ada had constantly been moving, medicating her pain, and focused on getting out with both the sample and her life. Adrenaline had helped. Knowing that she had to be ready to fight for her life at any moment had buoyed her system into a state of constant readiness. Now, after several days of apparently chemically-induced rest (from the look of the IV in her arm), she’d finally been able to stop moving. ‘Motion is lotion, rest is rust’ - a proverb of the quaint little drill instructor at the Simmons’ estate. It was fitting to this situation. Trying to sit made her feel like her spine had rusted through while she slept.

She pulled herself upright anyhow. That attendant had been under orders to find a superior the instant she awoke. There was no avoiding it. She’d likely spend at least the next week in debriefing, going over and over what she had seen and found in the now-dead city.

Ada Wong refused to look weak if she had any say in it at all.

Several long minutes passed. Finally, the man who had arranged her exit ride out of Raccoon City appeared in the doorway, dressed in a crisp black suit, with dark glasses. “Ah,” Ada said, her cool, slightly bored mask firmly in place. “I see I merit a personal visit. Should I be flattered?”

Albert Wesker ignored the comment. “That was adequate work. If a debriefing were scheduled for this afternoon, would you be ready to begin?”

Ada shrugged. “I might as well. There doesn’t seem much else to do around here.” She gave the card a little glance. “That girl you sent back in was a trip. She needs real training, but she improvised well in the field. Seemed like she could stand to get out a bit more though.” She paused a moment, contemplative. “My previous affiliates had some very interesting questions before they cut the phone lines to the city.”

Wesker stilled, just for a moment. Then, “I’m sure they can add that to the report. Good day, Miss Wong.”

Then he left.

Ada waited for the footsteps to recede, and spared the card a tiny smirk. Once her spine felt like it wasn’t filled with broken glass, she would have to track that girl down. She’d committed to something here, after all.

And she was going to owe Ada a favor.

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The mid-morning air was warm as Marigold’s feet began to pound across the manicured trail of the parkland around the facility. She’d made three circuits of the winding road, spread across a dozen acres. She’d make several more before giving up for the day.

Her headaches had come back with a vengeance after she’d finally released her tension, despite them not coming back earlier while pushing herself in that doomed little town. She didn’t have the clearest memory of what had happened after Wesker had stepped in the shower with her following the end of the mission - only that the tiling on the walls had been cracked in several places when she snapped back into alertness, afterward.

Marigold wasn’t sure yet whether she preferred it that way. It hadn’t been a blackout like before, more a sinking shifting into something that shunted aside trivialities like rationality and inhibitions. It had felt like her mind had ceded all control of the situation to her libido, and to him. Something about that felt significant.

The fresh air was helping the headaches. The appearance of her eyes had stayed the same, but the people at the facility had (nervously) scheduled an ophthalmology consultation later that week. Before her life imploded in 1981, her eyes occasionally showed signs of temporary nerve damage and bleeding after pushing herself too hard, but this time they haven’t reverted after resting, or bleeding off energy. Before, it was an incredibly rare occasion when someone was on hand to work out what was happening. Very nearly all of her recovery work had been therefore based on guesswork and extrapolation from her own notes and drawings. Alexander had done what her could when she had visited with her armloads of paperwork, but such had only gone so far.

She was stabilizing now, under close observation. The mission had earned her a little space, so long as she did not approach employees or attempt to leave the grounds. A monitoring bracelet mag locked on her wrist tracked her movements at all times.

So. She’d run their little test track. Earned a little space. What now? Now that she’d shown that it was in their interests not to make her disappear into an observation room for the next seventeen years, how would that be used? She hadn’t run screaming to the nearest payphone or wept in terror at the sight of that pack of hunter beasts. What would be the point? Everyone who had any power in that catastrophe had looked away.

She wondered, not for the first time since the bombing had happened, whether Jill Valentine had made it out alive. Ada might know, if Ada were inclined to tell her. Not for the first time, she wished that she had told Valentine the whole truth, that her ex-captain was alive, that she barely knew a damned thing.

But where would that have led? Valentine had been determined to find half a reason to stay back and help. Giving her a focus that she could reach, rather than one lurking out there in the dark when she had to focus on her more immediate survival, would have been cruel. And the STARS officer would have had so many questions, would have tried to follow.

Wesker hadn’t had to threaten much to assure himself that she wouldn’t run, when he was setting the terms of her venture into the city. Knowing that the man who managed and programmed the orders of the Tyrants she had seen on first awakening - Sergei Vladimir - would be a short distance and an anonymous tip away had been harrowing enough to hold her to a strict schedule.

And then there was Wesker himself. He had stayed away from her since they’d rendezvoused at the sprawling HCF facility, but she knew he was around.

He had kept asking about the twins, before. Rockfort’s training ground, built in the late 70s, and matured when Alfred had grown old enough to manage it. Alexia’s research and the culling of her family tree. Marigold had deflected the questions and repeated her usual lies of distancing herself from the family. Back at the other lab, he’d pulled it back at the last moment, but those targets were clearly viable to HCF.

Wesker would circle around again. HCF would want to strike Umbrella while it was weakened.

For the moment, Marigold had to hope her warning to Poppy was enough. If her little trick at the police station had worked, the network, the collection of people within the organization and around it whom she had cultivated over the 1970s, would finally be in play.

Hours passed. Marigold pounded over the same ground over and over again until she finally started to feel lightheaded. A light lunch appeared in a nylon sack on the bench that defined her starting point. The staff here had taken note of her habits, and someone had been notified to bring it out here to take outside as soon as her pace had begun to dip. Those within this company, HCF, seemed to be assessing her from a distance. It was an oddly familiar little routine; the staff at the house back in England would do something similar when she was out tramping about the moors at all hours of the day and night.

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When she returned to her quarters, she found Wesker seated in the small living space they’d created for her. The furniture here was subtly, but suspiciously, reinforced. As if she hadn’t worked out how to coexist with the world yet, and were making ‘accommodations’.

Marigold paused in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. The precious bag filled with journals was stashed under her bed. Somehow, the bag had escaped Wesker’s notice in the wake of what they’d done. The contents of the chest, and the video feed of the encounter with the hunters had been enough. His focus, in proximity to herself, had…narrowed.

So the bite had been enough, then. Before then, all she had managed to do was bind herself to him. Reinforcement would be required, of course.

She didn’t imagine he would be terribly averse to the delivery mechanism.

Wesker rose from his seat when Marigold finally stepped the rest of the way inside and shut the door behind her. She watched him warily as he walked toward her. “I imagine this isn’t a social call.”

“Not exactly,” he allowed. Ah - the mutation.

“Oh. I think it’s settled in.” She shrugged, as if the mutation were of little note. The mottled coloring of bright autumn leaves remained in her irises. “I’m writing it off as a training injury. They’d been threatening to do that for years, but my medication kept it under control.”

He stepped in closer, crowding her. Marigold stepped back automatically and felt her back hit the door she had just passed through. She felt the small ring of amusement roll off of him as he considered the response. “It activates under strain, then. You easily could have asked for them again.”

Her seeking out family, allies, anyone who was still alive in her network - that was still something she had kept almost entirely hidden from Wesker. Kate was the only exception, and Kate was safely tucked away now. Keeping those options open meant continuing things as they were. Marigold intended to keep it that way, but he would know if she lied outright. So she told the broadest version of the truth possible, the one that lay at the core of the rest of it. “I know. I didn’t want to.” She looked away, letting the lingering sense of self-loathing she’d always felt in the past finally rise to the surface. “There’s a snapback effect…after. I’ve never let it get away from me like that before.”

Wesker might have been a statue for how still he had grown, but the surge of possessive greed that rolled off of him then was unmistakable. That same hunger. She looked up then, letting her face stay just that smallest bit crumpled in. Sooner or later, she’d have to ask for something in return, or they’d get suspicious of her. He certainly would. “I need to know what they did. Down in that lab.” Her voice remained small. It wasn’t entirely an act. “I need to see my data.”

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Wesker looked down at her. Marigold had slid down against the door a few inches, unconsciously trying to make herself smaller. “We’ll see what can be done about that.” He said quietly. He stepped in and reached up to wrap a hand around her throat once again, watching her breath catch.

He was feeling indulgent- enough to give the request some thought. Reciprocity would open a gateway into how her virus worked. Belatedly, he realized that she’d been too afraid to voice the fear of having been altered during her slumber until now.

For the most part, he found most people to be weak, malleable, and insufferably predictable. Marigold had developed herself in a unique way where her own quarantine measures could be turned against her - and she knew it, even as it was happening, if irritability mixed with rising black lust were anything to go by. It was a pleasure to peel apart someone who had a unique insight into the mother virus, even if she struggled to voice them.

Meanwhile, the talents she had developed in darkness were extraordinary. No one else had known what had transpired with William before Marigold had, and they’d had time to get into place because of it. She’d require a light touch, but, as he’d been gratified to discover, not a gentle hand.

After all, she was more than a little bloodthirsty herself.

Wesker would have to manage how often he visited from here on out. His own viral levels seemed to spike after encounters; he’d need a clear head in the weeks to come. Thankfully, the spikes subsided quickly.

If there were little details of her behaviour that seemed suspicious, his mind had begun to slide away from them. The bag under her bed was a mere memento, irrelevant, something she had clung to as one of her few material possessions. She’d clung to the few scraps of space and dignity he’d given her enough to know she’d behave in his absence.

HCF had approved his proposal to go after Umbrella's paramilitary holdings - her nephew’s territory. Leaving her here, in place, was risky; Umbrella had not yet been defanged, and it was quite possible that the upper echelons at Umbrella had been alerted to her survival. A corporation like HCF was a tighter ship, but it wasn’t impermeable. If she could be contained, then the shard of an idea to pry open the family’s secret holdings might bear fruit.

He’d have to plan carefully. But…that could come after.

Wesker bent to claim her mouth hard, hand tightening on her throat. He’d left what he’d started in that tiny warehouse office space unfinished. Marigold whimpered under his hand, arcing, molding into him in spite of her trepidation as his other hand drifted downwards to draw her closer into him.

Her capacity for rational thought was dropping away faster each time he engaged Marigold in this fashion, fully submitting to his control. The last time, in the warehouse she had dropped into a near-feral state that might have killed a normal human. As it was, they’d only damaged the shower in that warehouse. He’d have to start restraining her soon, at this rate. Given their history, the context of doing such would have to be carefully managed.

It would be a shame, not to enjoy a taste of the bounty he’d worked for.

After all, Wesker had requisitioned the reinforced furniture in this little space for a reason.

#calendula chronicles #ashes in the fall #marigold ashford #albert wesker x oc #resident evil fanfiction

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sailors-fightinginthedancehall · 2 years

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Season 5, Episode 1!

Vibes, amazing artwork ooh look a bald guy

Do I know the bald guy? I feel like I do

I also feel like he's staring into my soul I wish he wouldn't do that

That is a lot of ... Milk? vitamins? Drugs? Whatever it is there's a lot of it

That's very empty, kinda suspicious

Oh there's a reason it's suspicious they're doing some probably illegal stuff got it

OH WAIT THEY DID THAT TO THE TEAM ARE THEY THE GUYS???

Fair enough, it's extremely boring, sports

OH THOSE ARE THE GUYS NOTED

... who did you leave behind? WHO DID YOU LEAVE BEHIND?!

Coulson, Mack, May, Simmons ... Alright who else was there? Daisy, Fitz and Yo-Yo, am I missing anybody? Got to check for those until I'm told who was left behind

OH NOT ANOTHER PORTAL

Why on earth would the portal lead there?

Kill that thing? WHAT THING? WHY IS IT TRYING TO KILL YOU?

Those are all questions I would love to know the answers to

Zero.

"Roaches" is certainly easier to remember than the thing beginning with V you just said.

HI MACK :D

Well you can scratch that one off the bucket list!

Okay, Yo-Yo's there too. Just Daisy and Fitz left to see. Unless I've forgotten someone. Or it's just the waitress.

"Outer" is very precise, thanks for that Coulson

Now who would that happen to be?

Do they perhaps take off that mask?

OH GOD WE GOT A SPACY THEME MUSIC AND A NEW LOGO GUYS SHIT IS REAL

Yes May I agree, wasn't fun enough. Needs more fun.

Coulson you're better than Inspector Gadget! EXCEPT ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR COOL HAND

Mack is just done with the bullshit

There's SWORD, but they're not on the moon

Fair point Mack, that's a very fair point! You don't half hit people!

But if you were a fireman then I never would have been able to see you in this TV show that I am a healthy amount obsessed with!

Yeah weird random stranger, don't call her Yo-Yo

FITZ DIDN'T MAKE IT OKAY NOW WHERE IS DAISY?

Been there done that, probably do it again

... Somehow I do not think that he will be showing you anything. I think he might be a little bit dead.

THERE'S DAISY! :D

Ooh the helmet is off except I CAN'T SEE THE FACE JUST THE HAIR IT'S VERY ANNOYING

Is that like a tracker? Why are you cutting it out of him why? What is that thing?

Oh Jesus Christ hello I guess

Well that's a nice greeting

HOW DARE YOU NO YOU FUCKING DON'T YOU JUST SAID YOU WANTED TO HURT MAY YOU DESERVE A HELL OF A LOAD OF PAIN

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

SMALL PACKAGE?! HOW DARE YOU

The world is a simulation!

Stonehenge? Not your best reference

:( He's doing everything he can!

Absolutely not.

It's went from "has nobody seen a robot movie" to "has nobody seen an alien movie"

Honestly you just look like some dysfunctional congo line Coulson, hate to break it to you

Ah so they're called a Metric? What's a Metric?

OH GOD HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T

Howard Stark? I can't see Howard Stark creating this

Well that's comforting

Jemma Simmons the magician!

Home :)

Think of it as a scavenger hunt!

OH HIYA FELLAS ...

How about you don't experiment huh

I don't think they'll beg for their lives. Depends on what you do, but if it's bad they'll beg for the other's life

So then what do you want to hear? Spanish? Mack's giving you Spanish.

May :)

Fr fr best buddy right there

Goddammit we don't trust Virgil guys!

Gallery? You're inviting the Kree to look at paintings?

Aw, he called her Mi amor <3

I don't think that's good thinking honestly I think you should just let them live their lives

Yeah NO NO DON'T DO THAT

Ah so they're called Kreepers, good to know

May's a pilot!

Nice to meet you Deke I guess

Yeah they just wanted pie :(

Some sense of normalcy, interrogation

Oh dear.

RESCUE YO-YO DAISY RESCUE THEM

Because they seem to be weirdly obsessed with them.

YES DAISY! GREAT JOB GANG!

Well it's lucky you kept that Simmons!

You seem to have words though, Simmons

Wing nut? That's an insult

Coulson's probably wishing he was high right now and that this is some sort of drug-induced fever dream

You'd look great with two hooks, Yo-Yo. But it's good you don't have them.

... is pie not a thing here?

Yeah last time I checked earth was fairly not falling apart (I mean it is on the inside but not like that)

Oh god that must be so sad for Fitz

#phil coulson #alphonso mackenzie #melinda may #jemma simmons #daisy johnson #elena rodriguez #leo fitz #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#Virgil #Deke

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touch me

spencer reid x reader

Summary: Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

warnings: mentions of cases, insecurity issues, female reader, smut, blowjobs, riding, praise, emotional hurt/comfort. emotional sex, strangers to lovers, hook-ups,

word count: 5.8k

They had been in New Mexico for almost a week, solving a series of murders that seemed to have no end in sight. There was nothing they could do but go back to their hotels to sleep, hoping there’d be a connection in the morning.

Spencer and JJ were sharing a room as the small town hotel didn’t have accommodations for everyone that was visiting to help with the case. They didn’t mind, it was like a long sleep-over.

They did their own thing, kept their space and Spencer really did enjoy overhearing her on FaceTime with her kids. It was refreshing happiness in the middle of the madness murder sadness and despair they were swallowed by.

When his phone rang at 6 am, just shortly after he returned to his room for a quick rest, he sighed deeply, “Dr. Reid.”

“I’m so sorry to do this to you, but another body dropped and I need you to go to the ME,” Prentiss explained softly down the line. “It’s weirder than the other’s and you’re the only person who would be able to work it out with the examiner.”

“I’m on it,” he replied with a tightlipped smile. He hung up and looked over at JJ, already peacefully asleep on her bed. He closed the door softly on his way out, not wanting to disturb her any further.

At the other end of the hallway, Spencer stood and waited for the elevator. It seemed to be taking forever, everything he was doing lately dragged on and on with no end in sight. He was exhausted, still struggling with his PTSS, just all around not having the best time.

He was in the middle of rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when the elevator opened with an equally tired woman waiting inside. “Hi,” she said before covering her mouth to yawn, “sorry.”

“I get it,” he smiled as he stepped inside. “Lobby?”

“Yes please,” she smiled. “Are you here for the case too?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered softly, “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, with the FBI.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, the medical examiner,” her face lit right up. “Agent Prentiss said you’d be joining me I just didn’t think this quickly.”

She was adorable, bubbly and happy in a way he envied. He missed the feeling of random giddiness, smiling at her as he felt the butterflies swirl in his stomach. “Do you need a ride? I have an SUV from the bureau.”

“Yeah,” her smiled got bigger. “That would be really nice.”

They walked closely together through the lobby and towards the parking structure, he hit the unlock button a few times while trying to figure out which SUV his keys matched to. Finally getting in and watching her climb in the passenger seat.

“Do you know anything yet about the body?” Spencer asked as he turned on the ignition.

“Yeah hold on,” she pulled her iPad out of her bag and started sliding through emails.

“Your tech girl sent me the initial police reports, witness statements and overview,” she began to explain. “Like the others, she’s a 25-year-old female, blond, blue-eyed, athletic.”

“Prentiss said it was a weird one?” Spencer added.

“They think she was embalmed before the unsub staged her,” Y/N added with a tone of disgust on her voice. “Do you have your tech girl’s number?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Spencer dug his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

“Penelope Garcia, the 8th wonder of the world at your service,” she answered after just one ring. “How are you doing on this fine morning, my fine furry friend?”

“Not so hot,” Spencer replied. “I’m with the ME right now on the way to the body, she has a question for you.”

“Oh hello, ask away.”

Y/N was smiling on the front seat, enjoying the show they put on for her. “Um, hi I was wondering if you could look into anyone in this town buying embalming equipment, or if any has been stolen from the funeral home? This town is so under-resourced already, I don’t know where this guy could get this stuff.”

“Absolutely, I’ll add that to my parameters,” Garcia’s voice was lovely and soft. “I’ll call you back if I find anything!”

“She’s lovely,” Y/N exclaimed as Spencer place his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, she is.”

Spencer pulled into the morgue’s parking lot, the lights were all on and the Coroners van was parked by the loading doors. Inside there was just 1 officer, waiting beside a body bag as Spencer and Y/N walked in.

The officer gave them both a quick rundown of the crime scene findings, as well as information about where all the equipment was before leaving them to their work.

“Have you ever examined a body?” Y/N asked Spencer.

He nodded, “I’ve been present during a few, held some organs, but I’ve never done one myself.”

“They’re pretty gnarly,” She scrunched her face and giggled. “Let’s get you all geared up.”

She handed him a hairnet, a white plastic suit, goggles and a mask. “Gloves are on the wall, pick your size.”

He felt like a lunch lady standing beside her, taller than her by almost a foot, dressed in all white with a hairnet. He could tell she was smiling at him under her mask, her eyes gleamed up at him in a way that made his heart melt.

He had to remind himself multiple times that this was nowhere close to the time appropriate to want to flirt with someone. They were about to examine a dead body, and potentially solve a case. There would be time to flirt later.

But he was just so amazed by how she worked, being able to tell everything that was going on by just looking at the body. Making notes on her own and only occasionally explaining things to Spencer. In her own little world, solving the puzzle with expertise.

“The other 4 vics were just strangled and staged, dressed up and left in different areas around town,” she ran the case down more for herself, needing to hear the words to make a connection.

“Yes,” Spencer followed her train of thought, tilting his head as he listened.

“She was murdered, embalmed, staged and sexually assaulted. His MO is completely different and it’s only been 2 days since the last body dropped. I think he’s found his signature,” She explained her thoughts. “His sexual aspect comes out only when they’re dead and cold, we’re dealing with a necrophile.”

“While most serial killers start with small animals before moving on to humans, he started with women and then eventually grew to what he really wanted. That’s what we were missing,” Spencer’s eyes lit up.

“He’s a lot younger than you hypothesized in the original profile,” She added.

“You read it?”

She nodded, “yeah I like to know what you’re looking at to see if I have answers.”

“This is really going to help us,” Spencer smiled, his eyes mimicking hers now.

“I can finish up here if you want to go back to your team? I can get a cab,” She offered. “Go catch this guy.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, backing up from the table and taking his equipment off. Placing them in the hazmat garbage. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Dr. Reid, I’ll be fine,” She laughed. “Can I call you if anything comes up?”

He smiled again, “call me even if something doesn’t.” He dug a contact card out of his pocket and placed it on top of her purse. Waving as he walked out of the room.

—

He thought about her smile for the rest of the afternoon, leaving his findings with Prentiss before heading back to his room to sleep for a few hours.

He finally found his way back into the police department 5 hours later, coffee in hand as he tried to absorb all the new information. They had a lead, stolen embalming equipment from a funeral home a few towns over was reported 4 days ago.

He stayed back during the apprehension of the suspect. Simmons, Lewis and Rossi were closer and they didn’t think the unsub would be dangerous. No one was missing and he wasn’t expecting them, should be easy to get him to come in for some questions.

Much like the rest of this case, it didn’t go to plan. They found another woman in his home, having to shoot him in the process. Ending the spree, ridding the world of a necrophile. It just didn’t feel like justice was served when another person had to die.

Spencer sat on his bed, calming down slightly from the end of the case. Saving a woman, killing a murderer, it was all a lot to process in such a short time.

JJ was in her bed on the other side of the room, scrolling through Facebook as she looked at photos of her kids. It was a much easier way for her to calm down, remembering that she could go home to pure, unadulterated happiness at the end of a case.

They heard a small knock on the door, Spencer volunteered to answer, opening it only a small amount as he looked out.

“Oh, hi,” surprised to see Y/N behind the door.

“Would you like to come and drink with me?” She asked, holding up a bottle in her hand. “In my room,” she added.

“Yeah, yes um, hold on,” he closed the door on her softly.

“Who’s that?” JJ smirked at him.

“My friend,” he replied quickly, running to the bathroom to look at his hair and fix his shirt. “I’ll be back later.”

He grabbed his wallet, making sure he had a condom first, before opening the door only a small amount to slip out into the hall. Hiding Y/N from JJ as she tried to look out the door.

“Sorry, my co-worker and I are sharing,” he explained.

“It’s okay,” she smiled, heading towards the stairs. “I’m just a floor up, and the elevator takes a million years.”

Spencer held the door for her, watching her head up the stairs as he noticed the bottle in one of her hands and her shoes in the other. She walked up the steps in her socks, exhausted from the day.

“Did you get any sleep?” She asked him softly as she kept climbing the steps.

“A few hours, did you?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I woke up just before they called about the body this morning.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just go to bed? You’ve been working for 12 hours,” Spencer worried for her.

She reached the door for floor 3, pulling it open with the hand she held her shoes in, “Sleep is the for weak.”

He laughed lightly, “do you want me to hold anything?”

“Here,” she handed him the bottle, “thanks.”

She dug the keycard from her pocket as he followed her towards the right door. Excitement bubbled in his chest as she opened the door and welcomed him inside.

It was exactly like his room downstairs, only there was just 1 queen bed and a few couches by the window. She set her things down on the bed, sighing deeply as she sat on the edge.

“Do you have any cups or mugs?” Spencer asked, reminding her that he was holding the alcohol still.

“Yeah, on the bar table over there,” she pointed. “I’m just going to change in the bathroom quickly, you can pour yourself a drink.”

“Okay,” he smiled awkwardly as he crossed the room.

She dug through her suitcase quickly. Spencer saw from the corner of his eye as she took out some shorts and a shirt, not even slightly worried about being so casual in front of a complete stranger.

He inspected the bottle, it was just a cheap scotch, nothing too special. He poured about an inch of the golden liquid into two cups, not a big fan of drinking but tonight he felt a little risky.

She came back looking more refreshed, very cozy, and still breathtakingly beautiful. He hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time, the tightening in his chest as he wondered where the night was going to go.

Not to mention the longing he felt.

Even before prison, he wasn’t one to spend a lot of nights alone with a beautiful stranger. The added isolation in his life changed him on a fundamental level, he realized just how much he craved contact, and just how much he’s deprived himself over the years from both men and women. He just wanted to be loved properly.

He silently handed her one of the cups, smiling at each other softly as they tapped cups. Taking the whole drink, “oh, yep that was exactly what I needed.” Y/N’s eyes watered as her face scrunched up, coughing a bit.

Spencer felt the same, only being able to hide it a bit better. The burn was nice on his throat, it made him feel alive. “Did you want to order some food or anything or?”

She laughed, “that would be the smart and responsible thing to do.”

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

She looked up at him, her shoulders dropping as she released the tension in her body. Looking into his eyes with care, it was so different from the way his co-workers looked at him. She didn’t think he was broken, she had to reason to believe he was even damaged.

“Yeah,” she smiled, placing her hand on his chest as she stepped in closer to him. “Do you like mushrooms on pizza?” She giggled, even this close to him with every opportunity to kiss him, she chose to just make him smile. Something that didn’t happen too often lately.

“I do, it’s my favourite topping actually.”

She took his tie in her hands and dragged him to the couch, “I enjoy topping sometimes too.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at him, waiting for him to sit beside her. Patting the cushion beside herself while he swallowed sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making her smirk.

“I won’t bite Spencer,” she laughed finally. “I’m sorry if that was too much?”

“No,” he said, sitting down beside her quickly. “No, it’s fine honestly, I’m just not used to it.”

“Too busy with the FBI to find anyone to hit on you?”

He shook his head softly, pushing his hair out of his face. “I uh, I was framed for murder and in prison for 3 months. I haven’t really had a conversation with anyone I don’t work with in a while.”

“Oh,” she didn’t look surprised or scared. “That makes sense.”

“What does?”

“You’re soft,” she leaned in to press her hand against his chest once more, eye level with him now. Seeing his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes every few seconds as he licked his lips. “You don’t look like you want to hurt anyone, but something about your aura is changing. You know how to protect yourself now, and you’re stuck thinking you’re still in danger.”

“How can you tell all that just from looking at me?” He asked softly.

“If I showed up at any other man’s door with a bottle of alcohol and the offer of a night alone, I would have been pushed against that door the second we got here,” she explained. “You respect me, almost a little too much.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His face was soft and curious and proving her point.

“You see me as a person, but I can tell you’re touch starved. Every time I get close to you, it’s like you don’t want me to move away,” her voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in even closer to him.

She could feel his breath on her face, her nose was close enough to brush against his as she stared at his lips, “but you won’t make the first move. You want to protect me from you.”

He nodded his head lightly before rubbing the tip of his nose against hers and making her smile. He let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as she straddled his lap, leaning him back against the couch. He bit the bullet and let his hands rest on her hips, looking at her softly in the hopes it was okay.

“Tell me?” She begged, holding his tie in her hands, running it through her fingers as she waited. “What do you want? What you miss? Let me be that for you,” she begged.

“Anything,” he finally tells her. “Just touch me.”

She loosened his tie, freeing his neck finally. She slowly undoes every single button on his shirt, untucking the hem from his pants as she opens it up.

Her fingers are warm on his skin, but he still gasps at the touch. Her fingers were so soft, like angel kisses as the pads of her fingers traced the skin. Gliding over every freckle, raking through his chest hair, bumping along the barely-there abs.

His thumbs rubbed against her bare thighs, where he held her lightly. “You can touch me too,” she whispered.

His hands travelled up to her waist, he gently pulled her in closer. No longer resting on his legs, but pressed close to his chest. Her hands landed on his shoulders, looking down at him with nothing but pure lust as her breathing hitched.

She cupped his face, gliding her thumbs along his cheeks softly as she stared at his lips. He opened his mouth to breathe, his bottom lip was plump and beautiful and she couldn’t help herself from rubbing her thumb over it.

He kissed her thumbprint before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it softly making her hips buck into his lightly. The suction on her thumb was more erotic than she expected, the feel of his hot mouth, his wet tongue swirling around it before he let her go with a pop.

She accidentally let out a moan that excited him, “like that?”

She immediately felt her heartbeat in her clit, she nodded feverishly. Suddenly at a loss for words, wondering where this Spencer suddenly came from.

“How far are we taking this?” He asked softly. “We can stop and order that pizza at any time?”

There he was, the soft and sweet man that she brought here in the first place. “Pizza is even better after sex,” she couldn’t stop the giggle from erupting from her, even as she bit her lip.

He smiled at her like she was the world. A complete stranger making him feel more than anyone had in the last year. “I’m going to need longer than it takes to deliver a pizza,” he admitted.

“Luckily they’re open late,” she compromised, leaning in and finally kissing him.

It was soft at first, then he pulled her in even closer. She was chest to chest with him as he breathed her in deeply. She melted into his grasp as if he had just stolen her soul right out of her body.

She was his now.

She kept his face in her hands, holding him as he broke the kiss to explore her jaw. Kissing every inch of her neck and chest as she gripped his hair, making him moan as she used her nails to comb through the long locks.

“Does that feel nice?” She cooed, running her nails along his scalp as he tilted his head back.

“My favourite thing,” he explained as he closed his eyes, letting her repeat the same motion again and again.

He looked so peaceful, running his hands over her back and sides softly as she massaged him. She leaned in and kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids and his forehead.

He wanted her to touch him everywhere, her delicate touch made him feel worthy for once. Every self-hatred of his washed from his body as she explored him with care, care only one would receive if they were a most prized possession.

He felt loved.

It was overwhelming, he didn’t realize a tear had slipped down his cheek until she was wiping it from his skin. Shushing him softly before kissing him quickly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, what’s on your mind beautiful?” She asked softly as she brushed through his hair once more.

“I just,” he looked in her eyes ever so innocently. “I’m not used to feeling cared for, no one pays attention to me this way.”

“That’s shameful,” she looked utterly perplexed. “Look at you? You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re powerful. You’re kind and lovely and soft?”

“But I’m also weird and too much to handle,” he interjected.

“Not to me,” she corrected him. “this morning you could have said nothing in the elevator, you could have driven by yourself and awkwardly waited till I was finished my work. But you didn’t, you had a conversation with me, you helped me many times, you cared about me making it back here safely and you didn’t even know me. You’re a special kind of person Doctor Reid, and anyone who doesn’t see it is an idiot.”

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile and furrowed his brow, “do you ever give out parts of yourself to everyone because you know how hard it is to feel appreciated?”

“All the time,” she laughed softly. “But not now.”

“Me either,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I’ll make you a deal, you tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done and I’ll tell you mine,” she offered. “Even the playing field.”

“How so?”

“Right now you think I’m super nice and kind right? And I just told you how I feel about you, but you hate yourself and outside of here I hate myself too. Share a secret, we can be fucked up together,” she smiled.

“In order to keep myself safe in prison, I poisoned a batch of heroin and almost killed a lot of people,” he responded without thinking.

“Okay,” she was a little shocked that he gave in so fast. “One time I stabbed a guy who tried to touch me after I pushed him off me twice already. He didn’t die, it barely even went in.”

“Both are technically self-defence,” he shrugged.

“See?” She smiled. “You’re not as bad and scary as you think you are. You’re smart and cunning.”

“Are you sure you’re not a therapist?” He teased her, “because this has been better for me than any therapy appointment I’ve ever gone to.”

She laughed again, kissing him softly. “I think it would be against the rules for your therapist to do this, I guess that’s why some men cheat.”

“How so?” He just liked listening to her speak.

“It’s easier to be open with someone you’ll never see again than it is with your therapist or wife because there are no consequences. They can’t judge you or hold anything against you, they do what you paid them for and they leave,” she explained herself.

“I’d like to see you again,” his voice barely a whisper. “If you’d like that?”

She nodded softly, “maybe I’ll move back to Virginia, finally.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Born and raised. I moved to Albuquerque with my girlfriend 5 years ago, and she left me about 2 years ago now,” Y/N explained. “I liked my job too much to move all the way back there and start over.”

“I can put in a good word for you where ever you want,” he offered before he could stop himself from looking too desperate.

“I’ll look into it,” she smiled.

He kissed the centre of her chest again before pulling her into a hug. Hearing her heart beating in her chest softly as she pressed her cheek to the top of his head and rubbed her hand over his back. Soothing him so completely, he felt beyond amazing.

And then she was gone, pulling back from him and standing up. “Wh-?” Before he could even ask, she was lifting her shirt off.

He stared at her breasts, eyes wide and jaw dropped. She walked over to the bar, taking another shot before she pushed her shorts down and climbed onto the bed. Completely naked in under a minute.

He stood then, pushing the opened shirt off his shoulders and immediately undoing his belt. He took a condom from his wallet before kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants and underwear to the floor and stepping out of them.

She was laying back against the pillows when he crawled over her, resting his naked body against hers ever so slightly. She just smirked as she looked up at him, “hi.”

“Hello,” he whispered.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You.”

He kissed her softly on the lips, or at least he planned to. Y/N wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down against her. Swiping her tongue across his bottom lip, begging to make out with him, finally.

Grabbing and tugging at each other as everything started to heat up, she could feel his erection against her leg as he ground down on her. Sucking on his tongue, lightly making him moan into her mouth.

His hair kept tickling her face, every time she’d push it away it would just fall right back against her skin. She pulled him off by his hair, gasping for air as they stared at each other again.

“Can I be on top?” She asked lightly.

He wrapped his arms under her, holding her close as he rolled over. Watching her settle more onto her knees as she sat on his hips. “Better?”

“Much,” she said as she sat up, taking a hairband off her wrist and putting her hair up. Raising her arms in a way that made her tits perk up. He reached up and cupped them, rubbing his thumb lightly across her nipples before giving them a squeeze.

She just laughed as she finished her ponytail, “having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled up at her.

His hands followed the curve of her body, from her boobs to her waist and down over her hips. She was stunning, confident, everything he ever wanted and more.

She found the condom in the sheets, the bright purple packaging making it easy to see. She played with it in her hands, seeing how long it would take before he got desperate, but he never did.

“How long have you had this?” She asked, trying to tease him.

“Not long,” he was honest. “I just got out of prison, remember?”

“So you haven’t had sex since before you went in?” She looked excited.

“No, why?”

She smiled, “so I’m taking your free man’s virginity.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing?”

“It is now,” she giggled before leaning down to kiss him once more.

Trailing kisses down his neck, stopping only to suck a mark near his Adam’s apple. Hearing the sweet little gasps he made every time her tongue came in contact with his skin. She kissed his clavicle, his shoulder and down his chest. Making her way across his abs and over his lower tummy.

He gripped the sheets, not knowing what she had planned or where she was going. Spreading his legs, she kissed his groin, his right hip bone and the inside of his thighs. He couldn’t believe it, the way she explored him so delicately.

She ignored his cock for a while, kissing and sucking at any and all the visible skin she could find. He felt her smile against his thigh then, getting closer and closer before she took his cock in her hand and kissed the base.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, settling into the bed like water filling a glass, he was liquid in her hands. Her mouth was a blessing and she chose him to worship.

“Fuck,” he moaned as she took all of him as far as she could. Dragging her tongue along the shaft as she pulled back up. Swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him all the way in once more.

She pulled off with a pop, sitting up now with his dick still in her hands. She tore the condom open with her teeth, taking the package off and rolling it over him.

His dick bounced back against his stomach when she let go of it, hard enough that it had a mind of its own now. She bit her lip as she lifted herself over him more, setting herself down softly where it laid against him.

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm.

He could feel how wet she was, the way she glided over him so easily. Her breath hitching every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself. It made him even more excited. She leaned back down then, kissing his neck once more as she continued to push down on him.

“I need you,” Spencer gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on it. He watched himself disappear inside of her, feeling the way she took him in like he was always meant to be there.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Spencer’s stomach as she tried to get used to it all. Listing herself up and down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Spencer pulled her back in again, arching her back so she could bounce easier. She held him close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck as she started to move faster and faster on him. Hearing his breathing pick up as his grip tightened on her asscheeks.

She kept one hand in his hair as her other hand reached for her clit, pleasuring herself slightly the way she knew she liked it. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered against his skin as she fucked him.

It had never felt like this before, it was so personal for the first time. They worked together perfectly, not having to communicate at all, following the other person’s rhythm like a well-oiled machine with a task.

He felt her everywhere. Her hands in his hair, her lips on his neck. The way her hot breath tickled right under his ear as she tried to catch her breath against him. The way she pulled off him and sucked him back in, again and again, her breasts against his chest and her ass in his hands.

He couldn’t believe it. That a real human being cared about and appreciated him, even after learning his worst secret. She was special and different and everything he needed.

He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to savour every moment with her that he could. His hands roamed her back, over her shoulders and arms. He wanted to touch every single inch of her while he had the chance.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his.

They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. Euphoria filling the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking violently over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees and driving into her a few more times before he finished.

She tugged on his hair then, biting his bottom lip as she felt him twitch inside of her. Letting out the smallest gasps and whimpers as she pulled her hand out from between them and pushed herself off him.

Dropping her body against his, resting her head on his chest as they caught their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug as he repeatedly kissed the top of her head. “Thank you,” he was still out of breath as he said it.

She smiled, laughing against his skin again as she hugged him back.

—

He woke up to the sun in his eyes and the feeling of lips against his skin. He blinked as gained consciousness, finding Y/N laying against his chest again. Her face in his heck where she was placing lazy kisses, trying to wake him up nicely.

“Good morning?” His voice was groggy and deep, it made her smile against his skin. A feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much during the night.

“What time is your flight back?”

“10:30, why?” He asked softly, rubbing his hand over her back softly.

She held him tighter, breathing him in deeply as she did so. Not wanting to let him go any time soon, “it’s 9:45.”

“Is it bad I’m hoping there’s a secret serial killer in Albuquerque?”

She laughed again, sitting up this time so she could look at him again. “Maybe I’ll come to visit my parents soon a find a reason to stay in Virginia?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Never wanting it to be the last one.

He waited till the last possible moment to finally peel himself out of her grasp, trying to find all his clothes and belongings from the night before

He kissed her quickly at the door before taking off down the steps and back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with JJ. He knocked on their door lightly, hoping to every god on earth she hadn’t left yet.

She opened the door and just stared at him with her mouth open, “oh my god?” She laughed.

“What?” He asked, completely oblivious to how he looked.

JJ dragged him inside, pulling him towards a mirror and pointing at his reflection. “What happened to you?”

His hair was a mess, he had hickeys all over his neck. His shirt was barely buttoned, definitely not untucked and he didn’t even have his shoes on. “oh.”

“Oh?” JJ couldn’t believe it. “Who is she?”

“Um, the ME from this case,” he explained, scratching the back of his head as he squinted.

JJ just laughed then, “hurry up and look somewhat presentable, pretty boy, the team is going to eat you alive for this.”

Sure enough, when he finally sat in his little corner of the plane with his glasses on and a hickey still visible above his collar, all eyes were on him. No one wanted to ask, they all just made it abundantly clear that they were curious.

Alvez even took a photo to send to Penelope, who sent it to Derek, who texted Reid only 20 minutes into the flight asking who she was. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. About to get really pissed when a second text came in.

555-0623: if you’re still serious about that recommendation, there is a spot available at the DC medical examiner’s office… I’d probably be closer to you than your therapist’s office 💋

He smiled then, saving her number and starting his letter.

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