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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 6 months

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Tension on track | L.N.

Lando Norris x friend!reader, slight Carlos x reader

Summary: When Lando scores a bad race you’re left to wonder whether it was just a bad day or your bad influence…

Warnings: angst, angry Lando:(, fluff.

Word count: ~1.7K

Lando stomped into his garage, seething with anger after a disappointing race. You followed him in, concerned for his well-being and wanting to offer support. You had always been there for him, but today, he was in no mood for your company.

"Y/n, can't you just give me some space for once? You're so damn clingy," Lando snapped, his frustration evident in his voice.

You, taken aback by his outburst, stammered, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, Lando."

Lando's anger flared even brighter. "You're always here, distracting me, annoying everyone with your constant presence. You're not helping, Y/n, you're making everything worse!"

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you tried to keep your composure. "Lando, I'm sorry if I've been a bother. I just thought-"

Lando cut her off, his voice getting louder, "You thought what, that you could just waltz in here and be a part of my life all the time? You're not the only person who cares about me, and I can handle my own problems!"

Your voice quivered as you attempted to defend yourself. "I didn't mean to be a burden, Lando. I just care about you."

Lando, his face red with anger, stepped closer to you and shouted, "Well, I don't want your care! I don't want you here, no one does!"

You were scared now, tears streaming down your face as you tried to reach out and touch his arm. "Lando, please, just calm down. I'll go if you want me to, but I'm your friend, and I'll always be here for you when you need me."

Lando's anger hadn't subsided, and he shoved your hand away. "No, Y/n. I don't need you. I don't want you around. Just leave me alone!" He turned his back on you, unwilling to meet your gaze.

Heartbroken and rejected, you slowly made your way out of the garage, your sobs echoing in the dimly lit space. You left, feeling hurt and abandoned, while Lando remained consumed by his anger and disappointment in the now quiet room.

You, still wiping away tears, stumbled out of the garage and nearly collided with Carlos, one of the other racers. Concern immediately etched across his face as he saw your distressed state.

"Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?" Carlos asked gently, his voice filled with worry.

You sniffled and tried to put on a brave face. "I'm alright, Carlos. Just a bad day, you know..."

Carlos wasn't convinced, but he respected your privacy. "If you say so... But you don't have to be alone right now. How about I give you a ride back to the hotel?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, voice barely above a whisper, "Thank you, Carlos."

You two walked to his car, and during the ride, Carlos noticed that you looked lost in your thoughts, eyes distant on the horizon. As you arrived at the hotel, he could tell you didn't want to go to your shared room with Lando, and he guessed there might be a connection between your distress and Lando's post-race outburst.

Carlos suggested, "Hey, Y/n, why don't you come up to my room for a bit? I‘m thinking of making some dinner, it might cheer you up." He was putting on his sweetest smile only to convince you.

You hesitated again, but the idea of avoiding the tense atmosphere with Lando for a while was tempting. "Alright, thanks, Carlos."

Carlos's room was warm and inviting. He served you a plate of delicious pasta and tried his best to make you smile. He cracked jokes, shared stories from the track, and even put on some childish show to lighten the mood. But despite his efforts, you couldn't hide your sadness.

Carlos, sat down beside you and said softly, "Y/n, you can talk to me. I can see something's bothering you. Is it about Lando? You know, you don't have to go through this alone."

You sighed and looked up at him, tears welling up once more. "It's just that... Lando was really upset with me after the race. He said some hurtful things. I... I just don't know what I did wrong..." A few tears escaped your tired eyes.

Carlos put his arm around your shoulders and offered a reassuring smile. "Y/n, sometimes people say things they don't mean when they're angry. I'm sure Lando didn't mean to hurt you. Give him some time, and things will get better. Until then, I'm here for you, okay?"

You managed a weak smile through your tears, appreciating Carlos's kindness and understanding. "Thank you, Carlos. You're a great friend."

Carlos patted your back and continued your conversation, determined to keep you company and offer support until you felt better, hoping to bring a smile back to your face.

As the night progressed, Carlos poured a glass of wine for you, hoping it might help you open up and relax. You sat on the sofa, facing each other, wine glasses now empty and forgotten on the coffee table. You began to speak, voice quivering as you recounted the events of the race earlier in the day.

"I could see it in Lando's eyes, Carlos. He was being so hard on himself, with his comments and everything. All I wanted was to hug all that pain and frustration out of him, but then he just... he blew up on me," you said, your voice breaking as tears welled up once again.

Carlos wiped away your tears with his big, surprisingly soft hands, holding you close to him. "Do I annoy you?" you asked the spaniard, your voice filled with doubt.

Carlos shook his head and kissed the top of your head. "Never, sweetheart. What makes you think that?"

You buried your face in Carlos's shoulder, sobs subsiding as you leaned into his comforting brotherly embrace. "It's just something that Lando said... and I thought it might be true..."

Carlos continued to caress your head, his voice filled with warmth, "Forget everything he said, Y/n. He's an idiot."

You let out a small, relieved laugh and looked up at Carlos. "Thank you, Carlos. You're like a comforting golden retriever."

Carlos chuckled, his heartwarming presence bringing a sense of calm to the room. "I'll take that as a compliment. Now, let's finish this wine and forget about all the drama. You‘re here to have a good time."

The next day, you and Carlos arrived at the paddock together, and there was still some time before practice. Carlos noticed you looking a bit out of place, and his instinct was to bring a smile to your face. He dashed up to you and playfully hoisted you onto his back, starting to run around the garages. Laughter filled the air as the paddock members enjoyed the cheerful sight.

Suddenly, Lando appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and the atmosphere tensed as Carlos noticed your expression changing from joy to discomfort. Lando's question hit the room like a cold breeze, "What the hell are you doing?"

Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in, replied, "Nothing, just waiting for practice to start."

Lando, his throat feeling scratchy after his outburst yesterday, harshly retorted, "I didn't ask you, I asked her."

Carlos couldn't stand the tone, and he stepped closer to Lando, his voice stern and firm. "Whether you talk to me or her, you better put some respect in that tone, understand? I don't care if you don't want to grow up, go ahead and stay a little kid if that's what you want. But never talk to me or Y/n like that ever again."

Lando's eyes filled with tears as Carlos's words hit him hard. He turned away from the older driver and left the Ferrari garage, mumbling a small, "I'm sorry, Carlos."

The tension in the air slowly dissipated as Lando left and as happy as you were for Carlos‘s protection, you could not get your friend‘s broken eyes out of your mind...

You had been watching Lando's dismal performance during practice, and your heart ached as you couldn't bear to see him beat himself up any longer. You decided to confront him, following him to his room. As you walked in, the déjà vu from the previous night was eerie, but you gathered your courage and stepped inside.

Lando was on the floor, a towel covering his face, and his soft cries escaped through the fabric. The sound of your voice calling him startled him, and he hastily discarded the towel, sitting up straighter.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Lando stammered, hurriedly wiping at his tears, leaving red marks on his face. Before he could do more harm to himself, you knelt next to him, caught his hands in your grip and gently wiped away his tears with the sleeve of your McLaren hoodie.

"Tell me what's wrong, Lando. Please, you know I only want to help," you implored, avoiding his gaze as his eyes burned through you.

"I'm so sorry," Lando exhaled and lowered his head before more tears threatened to escape.

You pushed gently, determined to get to the root of his pain. "Why, Lando?"

Lando's voice trembled as he spoke, "For being an absolute loser, for embarrassing you, and then for telling you all those horrible things. You must know I don't think you're annoying or clingy, and I absolutely love having you here and so do the others. But I just feel like I'm disappointing you with my races, and I don't want you to be known as the friend of a loser..."

Tears cascaded down Lando's cheeks, and your heart broke for him. You shifted closer and wrapped your arms around him, offering comfort and understanding.

"Lando, you're not a loser, and you're definitely not disappointing me. You're an incredible driver, and I believe in you. We all have bad days, but that doesn't change how I feel about you as a friend. You can always lean on me, okay?"

Lando clung to you, his sobs gradually subsiding as he found solace in your comforting presence. You held him tightly, assuring him that you weren't going anywhere and that you‘d always be there to support him through the ups and downs of your friendship and racing career.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 8 days

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Baby Fever [Emily x Reader]

Photo Credits Left and Right (@meditando-en-paris) Center (@emily12o1970)

Prompt: The reader asks Emily if she wants to have a baby together. While this is a surprise, Emily has a little question of her own for the reader.

Pairing: [established relationship] Emily x Non-BAU!reader. The Reader uses she/her pronouns

Category: fluff/comfort

Word Count: 6.8K

Content Warnings: Slight angst, talk of getting pregnant, food and alcohol are mentioned, implied intimacy, discussion of politics. If I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi all! I’m so sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted any fics in a while. The end of the semester has been wildly busy. However, I return with an Emily fic for @imagining-in-the-margins March and April writing challenge. I made my own prompt that is, a member of the couple isn’t sure they’ll make a good parent; they are reassured by a friend that they will be perfect. This is a continuation of my Moschino and Muddy Water series. You can find parts one, two, three, and four here (linked) You can read this as a stand-alone as well, you just need to know the reader works for a senator. This story kind of humbled me and challenged me as it took a long time to write and I needed to do lots of edits on it. But that is a good reminder for me. Writing can be hard, but it is worth the result to see you can come what you can come up with. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

List with all stories

y/n = your name

y/s/t = your skin tone

_y/f/s_ = your favorite scent

Emily walked into the living room of her apartment. y/n and she had recently repainted it a neutral beige that Derek had described as “sad sand” at brunch with Penelope, Spencer, JJ, and Will last month. y/n had nearly choked on her drink as he made the remark. It had been y/n’s idea to repaint their space to a more relaxing color. When y/n had suggested it, Emily had said, “Oh, what brought this on lover? Wasn’t it you last week who mentioned the security deposit on this place?” Em liked teasing y/n about these things because y/n was always a little more impulsive about things. Their dynamic remained light despite the hectic nature of their jobs. The ability to relax and joke in their off time kept both y/n and Prentiss sane. However, they were good at reading each other, most of the time. When things felt heavy or the job was pushing them to the edge of a breakdown, the jokes and teasing went out the window.

Only once had y/n made a joke in poor taste about a case that Emily had not yet fully described, and the tall brunette had snapped. y/n had looked at her girlfriend with shock. Prentiss never spoke to her in this tone nor with the angry expression she had on her face. The silence in the room after Emily's outburst was deafening. Emily instantly felt guilty for how she had reacted. Prentiss cleared her throat and tried to apologize, but y/n said, “Save it. I need a minute.” y/n had moved back to their room and closed the door, and burst into tears. ‘A minute’ turned out to be a long sleepless night for the couple. y/n tossed and turned and wondered if she was overreacting and what she had missed about Emily when she came in with her go-bag. She had seemed fine to y/n as she came in with a smile and normal attitude. Meanwhile on the couch, Emily wondered why she had reacted with such venom. y/n was only trying to lighten the mood, and she hadn’t said how horrible she felt. If she had, Emily knew y/n would hug her and kiss her and make her feel better inside of cracking a joke. Prentiss sat up and looked out the open window onto to the street as a few cars drove by. Emily wondered what brought those driving out so late. Who were they and where they were going? She wondered if they were happy. She slumped back into the couch cushions and missed the warmth of y/n’s snuggled up in front of her and the cool feel of their sheets over them.

In the morning, both Em and y/n had gotten up at the same time. Prentiss moved into their room which she found unlocked. y/n looked up at her. Em could see that she had been crying and the lack of sleep on y/n’s face. Before Prentiss could say anything, y/n stated, “I’m sorry, Emily. I’m sorry for how I acted. Immature and like a child. You didn’t deserve that.” Emily dropped her head and replied, “I’m sorry too. It was wrong of me to shout at you like that. You were just trying to make me happy.” y/n swallowed and said, “I was, but I must have been missing something. Would you tell me about the case, or what caused you to act like that?”

Prentiss nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed taking y/n’s hand in hers. “Yes. Let me explain. Thank you for giving me the time and care to listen.” After a long conversation, the pair set up some boundaries about not keeping things inside after cases for Emily and taking time to check in after she got home for y/n. y/n knew Emily had been acting okay, but in reality, she wasn't. y/n noted that if she was in Emily’s shoes, she might want to laugh after work and a case and y/n thought Emily might feel the same way. So after they had talked and kissed and made up, they both felt a bit crusty and decided to take a shower together.

It felt wonderful as Emily’s strong hands moved down her y/s/t’ed shoulders and back. The soap suds moved down y/n’s back and Prentiss rubbed them over her lush behind and thighs. y/n sighed into the touch. When Emily had finished rinsing y/n off, y/n turned and had Em face the water. y/n placed a dollop of her shampoo that smelled of rose and juniper berry in her palm. Prentiss smiled as y/n’s fingers brushed through her silky dark strands of hair massaging her scalp and then making sure that all of her locks were coated in shampoo before turning Em to rinse off her shoulder-length hair. After a few more minutes the water started running tepid, and y/n and Emily got out and dried off. They spent the rest of the Saturday morning lounging around and getting coffee from the fancy place two blocks over. It felt lovely to be back and not have an argument hanging over them. As y/n opened the door for Prentiss, she thought about how they worked together. They had their moments and arguments like any couple, but all in all, they were steady. It seemed that steady was something new to both of them, and it made them happy and secure in one another. It had made y/n so happy and secure that it had got her thinking about roots, about the future.

A few weeks later, y/n woke up early and realized that Emily was up. She snapped her laptop shut. The sound had Em turn around and look at y/n with just a hint of concern in her dark eyes. y/n smiled and got out of her seat saying, “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” Emily’s face broke into a soft smile and she replied, “I slept well. I love it when you’re the big spoon. It makes me sleep like a baby.” y/n got up and wrapped Em in a hug and whispered in her ear, “Well, I’ll have to do that more often then.” y/n inhaled her smell and tried to hide the blush on her face before pulling back and saying, “Do you want some breakfast and coffee? Or maybe a mimosa. I feel like cooking something if you want.” Prentiss nodded and said, “I think I could go for some blueberry or chocolate chip waffles if you’re down to make them.” y/n nodded and replied, “Of course. What are we feeling for drinks?” Em let out a small laugh and said, “Well, how about I make us lattes and you pop open some prosecco? We’ve still got juice in the fridge too. I’ll get the glasses.” y/n nodded knowing that Emily didn’t like popping corks -- a quirk that y/n thought was so cute. Em turned away to get the fluted glasses for the mimosas and while her back was turned she considered how y/n had been acting the last few days. It was like she was holding some secret. When y/n’s computer was in front of her, y/n always seemed to close it quickly or move it so she couldn’t see the screen. It wasn’t only that. Sometimes she was on the phone and talking quietly to someone she didn’t know. The pit in Emily’s stomach grew. And yet when she looked back at y/n who was humming her new favorite song while pulling eggs out from the middle row of the fridge.

This was so unlike y/n to hide things from her. When it had first happened, Emily thought that maybe y/n was cheating but that wasn’t something that y/n would do unless she had really misread her girlfriend and their relationship wasn’t going anywhere. This bothered Prentiss because she was planning on asking y/n to marry her in a month on their second anniversary. Even if things weren’t good with them, which y/n’s behavior indicated otherwise, Prentiss was uncomfortable with y/n hiding things from her. Em had a good way of feeling out people, and y/n had seemed more excited to be with her recently, so all of the messages both verbal and nonverbal were throwing her for a loop. Prentiss was going to talk to JJ and Penelope about it on Monday to see if they had any insight into what was going on. At this point, y/n and the rest of the girls on the BAU were thick as blood. Em took a breath and decided to not let her self-doubt ruin their relationship. She had let that happen before, and even though it had turned out to be a good thing, Emily didn’t want to do that here. She loved y/n, and she knew y/n loved her. If y/n needed to tell her something, Emily knew she would, even if it was something difficult to hear. Prentiss fixed her face and took a breath before setting the glasses on the counter for y/n who leaned in and gave her a kiss before she moved to the coffee maker.

y/n started mixing up the waffle batter. y/n didn’t like keeping things from Emily, but this was such a big subject to even bring up, and she wanted to have all of the facts beforehand. Not so that she could try and argue her point with Emily, but so she was sure it was what she wanted. But the more y/n looked at their options of getting pregnant, the firmer y/n was about her desire to start a family with Em. It was a conversation they had had before. A shared desire to have kids and raise them in a house full of love and tenderness that neither y/n nor Emily had had as children growing up on opposite sides of the globe. So the topic of wanting kids wouldn’t be a shock, just how quickly y/n was bringing it up. And if Emily said she needed more time, y/n would wait, but she couldn’t deny that her baby fever was growing thanks to JJ’s pregnancy and some recent laws passing. The whole idea made y/n’s stomach flutter in both delight and worry. Thankfully y/n was almost ready to tell Em, and again there would be no secrets to hold, just a future to plan, whatever that looked like for them.

The following Monday at work, Emily found Penelope in her office with its room full of screens and trinkets. Prentiss smiled at how Garcia’s personality shone through wherever she was. Em found the tech whizz inspirational in that way and many others. Garcia was busy typing something on her laptop and Emily had called her name twice already. Without any other options apart from pulling the plug on one of Penelope's babies, Emily tapped her on the shoulder instead. The genius shot out of her seat and Prentiss was eternally grateful that Gacria wasn’t holding one of her large cups of soda. “My God Emily, are you trying to get me out of my skin?” Penelope retorted when she had caught her breath. Em smiled and said, “It was that, or pull the plug on your computer. I thought you’d appreciate the latter. I did call your name twice.” Garcia let out a shaky laugh and said, “Okay, well lord, I have to stop listening to music so loud when I’m at work. Hotch got mad at me for it once already and somehow he’s always right because I don’t want to be scared like that again. So what brings you to my cave today dear? Need me to cast a love spell on you?” Prentiss laughed and replied, “Well I’m okay on that front. A clarification spell might be more in order. Are you back on the RPG game again?” Garcia blushed and said, “Maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, does the team need my presence?” Em nodded her head no, sat down on the ledge of Penelope's table, and said, “Not right now. I was just wondering if y/n had talked to you recently. She’s been acting kind of strange in the last three weeks and I just wanted to know if she has something planned?”

Penelope was buzzing in her seat because she had an answer but had promised y/n that she wouldn’t say anything to Emily about it. y/n had discreetly asked around the office if anyone knew someone who had IVF treatments before and would be willing to talk candidly about the process, how much it cost, and the pros and cons of the procedure. The only other person who did know someone who had gone through In Vitro Fertilization was Rossi, but Dave didn’t think that person would want to discuss such an intimate part of their lives with a stranger, even if it was a friend of his. However, Penelope had a good friend named Shayla back from her college days who was now a happy single mom and had moved to the Virginia area last year for a new job with her little boy. y/n had met Shayla once before, and when Garcia brought her up as a possibility, y/n almost begged her to ask Shayla if she was comfortable talking about the long process. When Pen brought it up in their next catch-up call, Shayla happily agreed to share her knowledge. She had done plenty of research before deciding to move forward with having a child on her own, understood the great sacrifice and fears that could come with it, and was happy to give any helpful information she had. Of course, this conversation had prompted Penelope to ask y/n why she was asking and y/n had revealed that she was thinking of asking Emily to have a baby with her. Garcia had freaked out, jumping up and down in excitement. y/n had to stop her from running out of the room and shouting at anyone that her friend was getting pregnant. Once the blonde analyst had settled down, y/n took a breath and said, “Now Penelope. I know you’re excited but I’m just in the research stage which sounds calculated when I put it like that, I haven’t told Emily about this yet and I need to be sure I feel confident before I spring this on her. Could you please please, please not tell her?” Garcia nodded seriously and said, “My lips are sealed. I pinky promise.” y/n let out a sigh of relief.

But as Garcia was faced with Emily now, it wasn’t as easy as telling y/n her secret was safe. It was threatening to burst out of her seams and she needed to come up with an excuse fast or risk losing a dear friend in y/n. Penelope cleared her throat and said, “Hey, Em. I kinda stayed up all night playing that game and well as you can see I’m running numbers for Stan’s team….” She gave her best pleading eyes that seemed to work on everyone. Prentiss let out a soft laugh and replied, “Alright, What flavor do you want grape, Cola, or orange?” Pen smiled brightly and said, “Orange, please. You are a lifesaver!” Emily patted her on the top of her blond head and said, “Well just hope Hotch or JJ doesn’t call a new case while I’m gone. You should get someone to install controls or something on your system at home to stop you from staying up twenty-four-seven.” Garica scoffed, looked at Emily’s retreating form, and said, “Baby, if anyone could crack into my harddrive, I’d let them.” As Emily moved out of the office and toward the 7-11 to get Penelope’s soda, she felt relieved. Not that she fully believed nothing was happening with y/n, but if the team hadn’t noticed anything, then, it made her feel better. Once Emily was out of sight, Penelope whipped out her phone and texted y/n: “Emily is asking questions, baby girl. I’d start thinking about asking her soon or she might find out what you’re doing.”

The week moved by quickly with lots of paperwork for Emily and the start of a new campaign cycle for y/n who moaned about it as much as possible without being annoying to Em. It didn’t help that the senator y/n worked with had gotten themselves into another scandal that was rocking their office and party. When y/n was going on a rant about corruption on Friday night Emily hugged her from behind, kissed her temple, and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I know it’s annoying, but you're good at your job even if it’s a bad system. But that doesn’t make you bad.” y/n relaxed into Prentiss’s embrace. y/n let out a sigh and said, “I’m sorry for going off. I know it’s annoying.” Emily nuzzled her face into y/n’s neck to relax her further as she whispered, “Don’t apologize y/n. Work can be agonizing sometimes, I know that as much as anyone. If it bothers me I'll tell you. Now, how about we do something fun tomorrow? We could get brunch at that place we like in midtown. You know the place where you asked me out officially?” y/n’s face broke out into a smile and she said, “I’d love that Em. Sorry if I’ve been a little distant right now. I’ve been thinking about some things and I want to share them with you in the morning. It’s nothing bad or anything, but something I just want to discuss with you. You’re everything to me love, and I’m so happy we’re together.” Prentiss’s heart fluttered knowing that y/n was finally going to tell her what was going on. Her words were reassuring, that it ‘wasn't’ bad’ or ‘anything bad about her,’ but even so, her nerves sang inside as they both headed to bed.

In the morning, y/n woke up slightly early for a Saturday and got into a hot shower. She washed her body in _y/f/s_ed body wash. She then moved to her hair and shampooed and conditioned it. Lastly y/n shaved so her legs were smooth. When she stepped out of the shower, Emily was up. y/n walked into their room in a towel, and Em looked up from the bed, Her brown eyes got wider and she said, “Well, good morning, love?” y/n smiled and said, “Morning sweetheart.” y/n dropped her towel, and lazily crawled on the bed. Emily followed her with her eyes and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wetted her lower lip subconsciously. y/n grinned and moved over Emily’s body and kissed her gently at first and then with more passion. Em snaked her hands around y/n’s hips. Once y/n’s tongue was slipped into Emily’s mouth, her fingers moved to y/n’s hair and tugged it gently at the root. After y/n and Prentiss were desperate for air, y/n pulled away and moved onto her knees before saying, “Maybe we should get dressed or we’ll miss brunch sweetheart.” Emily whined and said, “Do we have to?” y/n laughed and replied, “I think so. I’m in need of a good mimosa and waffle. Plus, we can get right back to this when we get back if we want.” Emily sat up and brushed her thumb over y/n’s jaw before saying, “Alright love. Give me a few minutes to get ready and we can go. It’s good if we go sooner though because you know how crazy that place gets after 11:00.” y/n nodded in agreement as she moved to the closet to pick out a spring dress and some matching jewelry while Emily used the bathroom and vanity to get ready. Emily chose a pink jumpsuit that fit her curves perfectly and was strapless showing off her lovely shoulders and neck.

y/n and Emily got to the restaurant before the big rush and were seated outside at a quiet corner table surrounded by a fence and hedge that gave the space a cool and calm feeling away from the bustle inside and the rush of cars outside. A waiter came and got their drink orders and while he was there, Emily and y/n also ordered pain au chocolat. Emily got a glass of white wine and y/n got a pomegranate mimosa, and they both got coffee. The lean man noted what they wanted and moved away. The wait time at this spot was longer giving people time to relax and talk. y/n looked at Emily wondering if she should start the conversation. Emily returned y/n’s smile, her face looking radiant in the glow of the midmorning sun. Prentiss shifted in her seat and said, “You’ve been looking so happy the last few days. Whatever it is you have to tell me I just want to say I’m so happy to see you like this. I wish every day could be like this. That there wasn’t the stress or worry of our jobs looming over us. But you make me feel safe and seen every day, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once Emily said the words aloud, the idea in her head sprang so full and bright that she felt like she might be bowled over by a small breeze. The idea had been there for a few months but she hadn’t planned it. Certainly hadn’t even dreamed of it being like this, but it felt so right. When she looked over at y/n who was clearly saying something, Emily thought for a brief moment that she might be looking at the sun, blinding it it’s light and radiance. Prentiss cleared her throat and mind and finally heard y/n repeat, “Are you alright darling? You were in your own world there for a second.” Emily nodded now knowing what she was going to do and said, “Yeah I’m good. I just had an idea. So I suppose I have something to tell you too. But you go first. What was it you were wanting to tell me today that you’ve been so secretive about?” y/n blushed and felt better now that they both were going to say something, though she had no idea what Emily had up her sleeve. y/n replied, “Well why don’t you go first.” Prentiss shot back teasingly, “No you first.” They repeated this one more time before they both blurted out at the same time:

“I want to have a baby with you.”

“I want to marry you.”

When Emily and y/n both registered what the other had said they were stunned into silence. y/n felt her chest tighten with emotions that threatened to bubble over. She composed herself first and asked in awe, “Emily Prentiss, are you proposing to me right now?” Emily took a shallow breath in at what y/n had said about wanting a baby and y/n’s question and, she said, “I am, sweetheart. It just felt right right now. I don’t want to spend another day without you being mine in the most real way possible. Time just goes by so fast and as soon as we know it we’ll both be grey and have bad knees. We’re both gone so often from each other so I’d like you to be mine if you’re willing to be. y/n, will you marry me?” Emily got out of her chair and onto one knee. Again she was glad they were in a quieter part of the restaurant. y/n nodded her head yes and fell to her knees next to Em embracing her in a hug and saying, “Yes, Oh of course I will. I love you so much, I want my whole life with you.” They both stayed there for a moment on the brick floor before Emily raised her head from y/n’s shoulder wiping her own eyes of the salty liquid at her corneas before pulling back and helping y/n to her feet. They hugged properly with a tight embrace that said they would never be apart for longer than they had to be, and even when they were apart, they would still be together. Em pulled back and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have a ring for you, but it just felt right to ask you now. I promise I’ll get you one that’s just perfect.” y/n smiled and said, “I know whatever you pick out will be perfect love.” She leaned in and planted her mouth on Emily’s and they both let go of each other with a feeling of lightness and ecstasy that neither had expected this morning in bed. Just as they both sat down, the waiter returned with their pastries and drinks on a tray. He set all the plates and glasses down and said he’d be back in a bit to see if they needed anything else.

Once he had gone, y/n and Emily raised their glasses to their engagement and y/n said, “To the best fiance I could ever ask for!” As they clinked glasses Em added, “And to my favorite person in the whole world.” They both took sips of their drinks and what y/n had said resurfaced to the front of Prentiss’s mind after the euphoria of y/n saying yes to her proposal dimmed slightly. Em leaned forward and asked, “y/n you want to have a baby?” y/n flushed and nodded sheepishly. Suddenly talking to Emily about this made her feel nervous. With a steadying breath y/n replied, “Not just a baby Em. I want to have your baby. I’ve been researching reciprocal IVF. Looking up what the procedure is like for both parties, how expensive it is, and where there are clinics nearby that we could visit and consult with. I even went as far as talking to some people who’ve done it before to see how their experience was for them. That’s what I’ve been researching for the last few weeks. And I know this sounds so fast. Like I’m rushing. I don’t mean to pressure you into making a choice now or next week or month or even year. I just want you to know that I’d love to build a life with you. A life that might include children in the future if that’s something you're interested in. I just wanted to have all the facts I could about what that would possibly be like before springing something this big on you” Emily absorbed the information and took a sip of her drink. She said with a smile, “Look at you doing your research. Not that you don’t research, but I think we’re rubbing off on each other. You’re making me more comfortable in making big moves like proposing while I’m making you research a topic as much as possible.” y/n laughed and said, “Well, I guess that makes us pretty compatible, huh.” Emily chuckled and continued to think about what y/n had just said.

It wasn’t something they had talked about recently, but children was a topic of discussion they had had and it made Emily relieved to know that y/n left that secure in their relationship that it was something she was seriously thinking about. Now that they were engaged, it only made more sense, even though y/n couldn’t have known that coming into today. For a moment Emily pictured y/n cradling their baby, and then a toddler running around their apartment, and the child grown up and going off to school. Prentiss pulled herself from the film playing in her head. As lovely an image as it was, it was a lot to think about. She lifted her eyes up to y/n’s nervous gaze. Prentiss moved her right hand to y/n’s and held it across the table saying, “I think that’s a beautiful idea y/n. It is a lot to think about. I do appreciate that you’re comfortable enough to tell me something that’s really important to you. Would you mind if I give it some time to think through?” y/n squeezed Emily’s palm and replied, “Take all the time you need love. There’s no rush.” Prentiss felt a surge of warmth move through her not associated with the fact that she was sitting in the sun. Having someone as passionate and who understood her so well was the best thing that could have happened to her. Emily did wonder if something had prompted y/n into her desire for children. She’d never been one to have baby fever before now and the shift was interesting to her.

Emily watched y/n sip her drink and relax in her chair a bit. Prentiss asked, “Sweetheart, what sparked your desire for kids if anything? Or did it just sort of happen?” y/n sighed and said, “It’s been coming for a while I think, but things have made it speed up for me I suppose.” Emily nodded her head as if to say, “Keep going, love.” y/n placed her palms flat on the table and continued, “I guess that so much crazy stuff has been happening in the country recently. I know you know that. We both do as we work in the government, but the upturning of Roe V. Wade and all the crazy abortion bans popping up all over the place. I suppose I just don’t want to be too late. Like one day we both decided it was time and by then we didn’t even have that option. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic or to push you in any way, we have time, it’s just made me prioritize some things in my life that I hadn’t given too much thought to before now. I mean if Alabama can almost stop IVF then I’m afraid of what might come after that. I suppose having a child became more important to me the more things like that happen here.”

Emily gave a soft smile, she could more fully see where y/n was coming from and it made sense with her personality. Em moved her hand across the table and stroked her cheek gently before saying, “That makes sense darling. I’m going to have to think about it for a while before we do anything, but maybe when we get home, you can tell me a bit more about the process, and the cost. If we commit to something like this we’re going to need to be saving for some time.” y/n chuckled and said, “Take all the time you need darling. We can save money for that and a wedding too.” Emily paused and said, “Do you mind if I don’t tell the team right away about the engagement? I just want to get a ring and have it be a bit more put together because once I tell them, we’re going to be swamped with questions from JJ, Garcia, and Rossi.” y/n snorted and covered her mouth at how accurate Emily was. She could picture that conversation happening and how Garica would pounce on Em and then how she’d get ten calls for Penelope and then some texts and another call from Dave congratulating her. Since y/n had gotten to know the team more, Rossi had become a father figure which made her heart warm. y/n replied, “Yes, of course sweetheart. That will be a day to remember. Almost as exciting as getting to say yes to you Mrs. Prentiss.”

Shortly after this their waiter came back and got them a second round of drinks and they ordered some plates to share. The weekend flew by as always, and Emily showed up at Quantico with an excited air about her. The team slowly rolled into the bullpen on work days like they normally did. Em and JJ passed through security at the same time, and JJ who was now very pregnant asked Prentiss, “You seem preoccupied today. Is something up?” Emily tried to stay cool and said, “Nope, well apart from the fact that y/n and I had a late night last night.” Em gave JJ a wink and JJ shot her a sly smile replying, “Well that would make you pretty tired I suppose.” Emily laughed and the two women moved up to their floor. Prentiss hadn’t been lying about y/n and her last night. They’d spent a few pleasurable hours both in the shower and the bed solidifying their bond. Telling one truth and omitting two others felt better than a flat-out lie. Emily was a mix of emotions today and it did make her feel and perhaps look different which she was trying to hide. She was incredibly happy about the unofficial engagement but nervous about y/n’s question. It was more than a question, it was a whole new part of their life if they pursued it. Emily spent a good deal of the morning telling Spencer and Penelope that nothing was wrong and that she was fine but tired. Even Aaron gave her a look saying that he knew something was up. But Hotch didn’t always have the time for gossip and he trusted and knew Em enough that if she was having a serious problem, she could come to him anytime night or day. By lunch time, Prentiss felt a little bit more emotionally drained than she had coming into work. She hardly noticed Derek sneak in behind her to use the microwave when her leftover pasta was finished reheating.

Morgan said over the hum of the microwave, “So you told Spence and Garcia everything is fine and you gave Hotch that look that it’s all cool and they left you alone, but you're one of the most put-together people on the team and something is off. Keeping secrets is a burden and I’d think you’d like at least one person to know what’s playing in your mind on repeat. Listen if we go on a case or something then it might make you slower. Would you please tell me what’s going on? I won’t tell anyone else. You know I’m also good at keeping a secret.” Derek’s appearance startled Emily, and she jumped at his first few words but calmed quickly as she listened more intently to what he was saying. She bit the inside of her lip. The problem was she knew Derek was right and somehow that bothered her. However, Morgan would be as good a person to tell as any. Their bond was strong, but not as interwoven as the rest of the team. And he was good at keeping quiet. Prentiss deflated slightly and decided to be honest with Derek saying, “Okay but this stays between us, please?” Morgan nodded his consent and indicated for Em to continue. Emily thought of the proposal but knew the issue that was bugging her was what she should say. Finally, she stated, with a slow caution, “y/n wants to have a baby with me.”

That response was far from what Derek had been expecting, and he blinked a few times just to ensure he’d heard correctly. Slowly a smile crept to his face replying, “That’s amazing, Em!” Emily nodded lightly and Derek was confused as to why she wasn’t showing the same joy he was. He cleared his throat lightly and asked, “Do you not want that Emily?” Prentiss let out a long sigh and said what she’d been thinking about since last night: “I do think I want kids in time. And y/n and I have talked about that before now. We talked about it before we became serious.” Derek was confused by her hesitation and asked, “Is y/n like, rushing you into this?” Emily nodded no and replied, “No not at all. She knows me too well for that. She did a bunch of research beforehand and told me there wasn’t any rush. And also that if kids wasn’t something I was interested in she and I could talk about it.” This reply left Derek even more confused and he scratched the back of his head. Finally, Morgan asked, “So, why are you upset exactly?” Em came out with it and said, “What if I’m a bad mom? I can see y/n being the most loving and caring parent in the world, but my track history with my mother just doesn’t indicate that I’m going to be that competent a parent.”

When Emily got to the point of contention, Derek couldn’t help but chuckle, and Prentiss lightly slapped his board arm and said, “Don’t laugh at me, Morgan.” Derek managed to stop his chuckling and say, “I’m mainly laughing at your wording, Em. I don’t think any parent would say they are ‘competent.’ And if you’re going to question me on that, ask Hotch if he thinks he’s a competent parent with Jack or JJ with her baby. I swear no one has it all figured out.” Emily was still hesitant and Derek continued, “Emily no matter what you decide it’s going to be the right thing. I know you and y/n won’t jump into anything, but if you ask me, I think you’ll make a fantastic parent.” Emily could tell that Morgan was no longer joking and she asked, “Why do you say that?” She was genuinely curious to hear how he would answer. Morgan leaned against the wall and replied, “Well you could just call it intuition, but the other sign to me is how in tune with yourself and y/n you are. You notice things about everyone, especially y/n. If you decide to have a kid together that will be the most loved child ever. You may not have it all figured out, but with how much you care about each other, I know you and y/n will figure out the rest. You’ll be a great Mom Em.” Emily felt her heart warm slightly and the original image of a child running around her and y/n’s apartment, or the park, or a variety of other idyllic scenes came back in a rush. She knew this wasn’t always going to be the reality, but she felt encouraged and replied to Morgan, “Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. And thanks for letting me ramble.” Derek smiled again and was happy to see Emily happy. He said, “You got it Em. And my lips are sealed.” Emily felt much better the rest of the day having one person know what she was thinking about. It helped so much that after she had talked about it, she found it much easier to work.

It was a few weeks later as Prentiss had found the right ring for y/n, and she and y/n had talked about breaking that set of news to the team that Emily came up behind y/n who was standing at the kitchen counter. Prentiss hugged y/n gently from behind and said softly in her ear, “y/n, I want to try. I want to try for a baby with you.” y/n froze and then turned around slowly in Emily’s arms and said, “Really?” Emily nodded and replied, “Really baby. I want some time before we go for it, but I want to be with you.” y/n felt her eyes well with tears of happiness. Her life had felt so empty and barren before she met Emily. Now life felt so full. She was getting married to the best woman ever, and they were planning a family. A lot was yet to come in their journey, but for now, everything was perfect. As the tears started rolling, y/n mouthed, “I love you so, so much Emily,” as she leaned in with her tear-stained face and kissed Em with all the love she could give. Emily wrapped her arms around y/n and kissed her back. Yes, time went quickly, but together they would make the most of every minute there was between them and the family they were planning.

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chuuyasfanboy · 5 months

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hi! may i request hurt to comfort scenarios with dazai, ranpo and chuuya in which it's the first time they make the reader cry during an argument?

yesss hi my first request! I always love reading these kinds of scenarios, they're super angsty but also comforting ykykyk. This is just me but personally I have a really hard time reading hurt no comfort (definitely easy to write it tho hheeeh) so I usually prefer hurt comfort...

Anyways, here we go! I love these three sm<333

Ranpo, Dazai, and Chuuya (Seperate) x GN!Reader when they make you cry in an argument

Ranpo Edogawa

He should know better

No.

He DOES know better.

But for some reason, he just got so heated that he stopped thinking morally. Some evil part of him deep down inside wanted you to cry

The moment it happens though, everything comes back to him

He said the wrong thing at a HORRIBLY wrong time and he knew he did.

He drops everything, goes straight to petty, simple ways to get you to smile

Free reign to his candies, cuddles galore, constant apologies

His first priority is to stop you from being mad. Once you're calmed down, then you two can talk properly

He knows communication is important, and he tries his best to keep it going even when its embarrassing

Especially when it's about you, like it is now

When your tears have been reduced to nothing but little choked sobs, he pulls you into a separate room

Thankfully, nobody was in the office to see that

If they were, he'd be harassed about it for weeks. And he'd deserve it

But nobody was

Just in case though, he still pulls you into a private room

For your sake, he insists to himself, because he doesn't want you to be seen like this, he knows how bad it feels (And he doesn't want anyone to know it was him who did that to you)

He runs his hands through your hair gently, mumbling out soft, genuine apologies

"I'm so sorry, Sugar.." He whispers into your hair, your face stuffed and hidden away in the crook of his neck. He holds you there, because he doesn't mind it, and he needs you to know that right now. "I didn't mean any of it, I'm so sorry. I knew better than that..."

Dazai Osamu

"Oh shit-"

His mind goes completely blank, his jaw drops

He didn't mean to bring you to tears, that was never his intention

Honestly, he thought it was a funny joke, he thought it would lighten the argument

But it did not, it most certainly did not.

His arms immediately wrap around your head and pull you close to his chest

He doesn't want you to pull away, not right now

He needs a second to process himself

To think about his words, what about them affected you

"Oh, 'donna.."

Seeing you like this gets to him, because he honest to god feels like a monster now

What kind of beast makes his own lover cry. He never thought it would be him

So he keeps you close, he mumbles into your ear and tries to calm down you

He's not good at it, he never has been, and he never will be

But he's trying so hard he might cry himself

And then you're both in tears together, confused and miserable

Safe to say after that, the argument blows over and is forgotten

Because nothing is more important than each other, and now you're both just trying to figure out why the other is in tears

"I didn't mean it, 'donna, I didn't," it's the fifth time he's said it in the last minute. You know he's sorry, but hell if he's going to stop saying it. He's trying to comfort himself too, promise to himself that he'd never treat you like that again. Even if it was harmless, even if you were just in a bad mood, he never wants to hurt you.

Chuuya Nakahara

Somehow, this always seemed to happen

After a shitty day at work, and a shitty day for you too.

Usually, you two would just sit in silence, enjoy a movie, and go to bed quietly

But on the few occasions where you two did talk during those frustrating nights, everything cracked

He was so mad, and you were too, you were both so tired

And everything fell into yelling so quickly, quicker than usual

This is why you two didn't talk after shared long days, because of this

But you never cried

You never cried because of him

Not until now

He's almost breathless when he realizes you're choking over your words

He whips around to face you, and for a second it looks like he's going to yell at you more

But instead he's gently wiping your tears away

Because fuck, as perfect as you are regardless, you should never be crying when he's around

When you two got together, he promised you would never cry again

And that was a lie, it seems

You didn't even remember that promise, of course. But he did, because he meant it

This is very serious to him.

He seats you on the couch, tucks a blanket around you, and sits down in front of you on the floor, holding your hands in his

He knows he can't really make up for it. Yelling at you was always a shitty idea, and he should've realized that before every time the two of you devolved into arguments like that

But now the pressure had all come down on your chest, and he was going to keep it from being too much

Your favorite movie or show is on as background noise

Soft kisses on your hands, quiet mumbles in your skin

He's so gentle with you. Maybe it doesn't always seem like that, but he is right now

"My sweet thing, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'll make up for it," his voice is always so harmonic like that, when he's frowning up at you and tracing shapes into the palm of your hand. He's ordering takeout, your favorite comfort or safe food. He'll even cook it himself if you ask, anything to make you feel better right now. There's water to your side, the softest blanket he could find tucked snug around your shoulders. And he's going to stay here with you for as long as you need to forgive him.

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"Loved, Wanted, Unforgettable"

A/N: This is my take on an alternative ending for the wonderful story "If I Had the Love I Needed" by the amazing @thought--bubble! You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here. I strongly recommend reading them both first! You will not regret it!

Summary: Will comes by your house franticly asking you to pack a bag. You find out what he did and that he's leaving town...and he wants you to go with him.

Tw: ANGST ANGST ANGST (for no reason...life is just too good right now let's mix it up 😂), smut, unprotected sex, possible impregnation, oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, fingering, praise, creampie

A/N: And just so we are all clear I did get Jess's permission before using her plot!!

After he finishes speaking you stare into his eyes searching for a hint that this is a joke. Maybe this was a prank?

"Please. Pack a bag." He holds your hands enveloping them in his own.

"I- I can't just leave Will...my aunt...I can't just leave her." He can feel his heart break as you speak. "I love you. So much. But there has to be another way-"

"There is no other way!" He cuts you off dropping your hands angrily. "Matt will go to the police and I will end up going to jail!." He sits down on your bed running his hands through his hair panicking. He thought you would have said yes without hesitation.

"And what do you think will happen if we get caught on the run? You'll go to jail for even longer...its better you take your chances now. You won't get as much time." His leg is bouncing up and down quickly and his breathing is coming out erraticly. You kneel in front of him and you place your hand on his knees holding them down. "You should turn yourself in...show remorse for whatever it is you did."

He looked up at you tears prickling his eyes. He knew you were right. Running would only get him so far and in the end, he could end up getting you time as well as an accomplice.

"I- I don't wanna be without you." His voice cracked as he spoke bringing tears to your own eyes. "You made me feel wanted, loved and unforgettable." You smile at his use of words. The same ones he used the night he made you his.

"I'll always want you. Always love you, and I'll never forget you." He knows you mean it yet it doesn't reduce any of the pain he's feeling in his chest. You sit on his lap straddling him as his hands hold your waist and his forehead rests against your chest. "I'll wait for you...I know it will be long. But I'll wait." He looks up at you hope glimmering in his eyes.

"Really? You'd do that?" You nod and kiss him passionately knowing it will be one of your lasts.

"Of course, I would. You're my person." Will peppers your face with kisses feeling his mood lighten slightly. He's willing to go through years in jail if it means coming back home to you.

"Marry me." The words come out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop them. "I-I mean...you don't have to but..I'd really li-" You shut him up with a kiss as you nod your head instantly.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Each word is followed by a kiss somewhere on his face. Will didn't move an inch the one word repeating in his mind. You watch his face waiting for a reaction. All he does is stare at you that same look painted on his face.

You squeal slightly as Will picks you up quickly and has you lying on your back followed by a hungry kiss. You both make quick work of undressing each other. Will's hands explore your body, he commits every curve and shape to memory.

You reach down and palm at Will's cock which earns you a moan.

"I- I want to make you feel good." You pant as Will leaves hickeys across your chest.

"You do. You always do." You roll your eyes and lift his head up so he can see your face.

"Not like that...I want to...I want to suck your cock." You rush out that last part as heat rises to your cheek in embarrassment. Will smiles and then laughs which makes you frown and turn away from him. "Don't laugh at me..."

"I'm sorry baby. Im sorry." He turns you back to face him. "I'd love for you to suck my cock." He leans up off of you and rolls over to your side sitting up against your bed's headboard. You move in between his lap.

"You have to teach me how. I've never done it before." Will holds your chin between his finger and thumb and leans down giving you a quick kiss.

"You're too cute." He leans back up and runs a thumb over your lips while the other strokes his cock slowly. "Just watch for your teeth. And oddly enough think of it as an ice lollie. But, no teeth!" You smile and nod.

You take your hand and you copy what Will was doing before pumping him in your hand. You stare at the slit on the head of his penis and decide to slowly run your tongue over it. You look up to find Will's mouth agape as he watches you explore this new experience.

You finally take him in your mouth. You've seen videos online but you've always wondered what it would actually be like to give someone head.

"oh- fuck." You look up at Will. His head is thrown back and his mouth is still wide open. You feel a sense of pride from being able to make him feel this good. He's always so focused on your pleasure and never his own. "Hollow your cheeks, baby."

You do as he says and get another groan out of him. Will pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and starts pushing you down on his own helping you take him further down your throat.

"Breathe through your nose and tap my leg if ts too much." You nod your head and Will wastes no time shoving his cock further down your throat till he's hitting the back. You moan around his cock which only makes his hips stutter as the sound is better than any sound you've ever made.

He quickens still trying not to go too fast so as to not overwhelm you but still wanting to chase that feeling. "Oh fuck I love you so much...i love you, I love you, I love you." You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you know he's close. As a chain of fucks escapes his lips you take him as far back as you can and hold him there. Flattening your tongue so they can reach a bit of his balls. "Yes- fuck! Just like that.".

You feel your mouth fill with a warm liquid. Will pulls himself out of your mouth panting staring at your face. You make a show of swallowing his cum and showing him your empty mouth. He smiles and wipes your wet cheeks, you hadn't even noticed you were crying.

"Im not done with you yet." You notice Will is still just as hard as he was before. "There is something I want to try." He pulls you up so you're straddling him. "I want you to ride me."

Your face is quick to feel hot again under embarrassment. That was something you also hadn't done, unaware if you'd have the stamina to keep going. Will reaches down and runs a finger through your folds slipping one ever so easily inside.

"All wet just from sucking my cock?" You nod as he curls his finger into that spot only he ever manages to reach. "You gonna play with this pussy while im gone? Imagining it's me?"

"Y-yes yes." He adds another finger slowly pumping in and out of you.

"God im gonna miss this so fucking much." He uses his other hand to palm at one of your breasts while he sits up and takes your other nipple in his mouth. You meet the thrusts of his finger feeling the heel of his hand rub against your clit.

"Fuck...im so close. Don't stop." The pressure in your stomach gets tighter as you feel yourself getting lost in all the pleasure.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my fingers." You lean down and kiss Will moaning into his mouth as you cum around his fingers clamping down on them. "Thats it, good girl."

He slowly removes his fingers and wipes your wetness all over his cock. He lifts your hips slightly not waiting for you to come down from your high. One of his hands holds your waist while the other holds his cock just below you. "Sit on it."

You slowly sink down on his cock till he's fully inside of you. You place both hands on his chest as you bounce on his cock not bothering to hold in any moans knowing your aunt is too drunk to wake up. Will holds onto your waist and fucks up into you matching your rhythm.

"You're doing so good baby." He sits up and his hands move to gripping your ass. Will knows your stamina won't last long. "Put your arms around me." Your head rests in the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him. He helps lower and lift you faster the only sounds filling the room are your moans and lewd wet noises.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You could feel his cock throbbing inside you and knew he was close. And Will could feel you clenching down on him signalling you near your end. "Cum with me baby."

You nod your head and search his lips for another hungry kiss. He ruts into you harder over and over until he feels you squeeze his cock harshly and moan into his mouth. He shoves himself deep inside you one last time and cums in you not remembering or caring that he isn't wearing a condom nor are you on any birth control.

Will lays back down not bothering to take himself out of you and lays you down on his chest.

"Give me 2 days. I'll tell Nan...get some stuff organized. Then I'll turn myself in."

And he did. 2 days later you were crying outside the police station giving him one last long and deep hug. He kissed your forehead repeatedly. Whispering for you to please stop crying for him.

"I love you so much, baby. Take care of Nan yeah?" He looks towards Leah and nods. She walks closer and takes your hand helping you to finally let go of Will. It was hard convincing her to come here but she ended up agreeing to for you.

"I love you too Will and I'll take care of her." He kisses your ring finger on top of the new tattoo you both got. Too broke to get a real engagement ring you convinced a buddy of his to do permanent wedding bands.

Will knew you two wouldn't be able to get married before the police would find him so you both opted to remain engaged until he got out of jail.

Will wipes the tears from his eyes as he turns and starts walking towards the police station.

"WIll! Wait!" You run back to him and he's quick to catch you carrying you in his arms as you give him one last kiss. Will holds you against him tightly wanting to remember this feeling.

Soon enough he slowly puts you back on the ground. No more words are needed and he turns and walks inside the station.

And so you watch as he walks away knowing you won't get to hold him again for a long time. The only person who ever made you feel loved, wanted and unforgettable.

Characters are not minors. Will is 18. Made a mistake earlier, my brain wanted to make him a minor so he wouldn't get a lot of time but I changed it.

A/N: Do any other writers out there feel like they write so much faster when they're fueled by delusions? I started this 2 hours ago...and somehow finished the whole thing!!!!

Please go and check out the original story here! It is honestly an amazing story and there isn't much Will fanfics out there! He deserves more love!!!

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rustys-lodge · 1 year

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It is but a little cold

Request by : @xpsidedownn : Please more Hannibal x daughter reader! I love your stories sm. I have a request, if that’s okay? Maybe reader gets sick and stays home from school (if they go) and Hannibal takes care of her? If you feel uncomfortable in any way pls don’t do this! Thank you

A/N : I’m so so so sorry, darling. I have been busy with school. I hope you like it ❤❤❤❤

Warnings : none, just a bunch of fluff.

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A shaken up noise left your lips as you attempted to lift your head off the pillow, indomitable and unwilling.

“Dad…I’m not sure i’ll be able to go today.” You whispered, drawing in a breath of air and exhaling it painfully.

Your whole body hurt, your muscles, your head, even your eyes ached with each movement of the iris and your body burned flames, all the while you trembled from the cold. You were ill, you felt like you were…dying.

“Dying ?” Your father sweetly chuckled. “You are not dying,It is but a little cold.”

You growned, unsatisfied with his answer.

“ It is said that contentment preserves one from catching a cold.” And just as if he needed to make you feel worse. “Have you been feeling down lately ?”

You growned. “Oh, please.” As you rolled to your other side, facing away from him while whimpers followed each movement you made, right until you stopped moving “You, of all people should not be mingling philosphy and science.”

Hannibal chuckled again at your response, pressing his warm hand on the back of your shoulder. “I am only joking. What a better way to lighten up your mood ?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Actually make me feel better, maybe ?

“Maybe try less boring jokes ?” You sugarcoated your own thoguhts, but still surpressed a laugh.And although you usually find yourself to be funny, he still was the man that kept you alive. And you’d much rather keep it that way.

“I’m going to let that one go, only because you are ill.” Your father flashed you a quick smile before getting off the bed. But you gripped his wrist and pulled him down, causing a gasp to leave his lips.

Hannibal was a trained man, always aware of his surroundings because one little mistake, one little moment of relaxation would cost him his life, and much more.

It seemed to you, though, that whenever you were around, he’d get calmer, like at that moment, if someone else would have done that to him, they’d be lamb for dinner....Not literally, hannibal is not a canniball.

“Please don’t leave me;” You pouted.

“I have to feed you, my darling. How else would you heal ?” Hannibal completely ignored your puppy eye attempt. He got up, again, tenser than before, prepared for another drag down. But you didn’t pull him again, you just gripped his wrist harder.

“By staying with me, maybe ?” You sarcastically said, dragging your lower lip out even more. You thought, maybe if you looked cuter he’d stay ?

But he didn’t. And you growled, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Rest, darling. I’ll come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted” Your father bent down slightly, rubbing your cheek from above. “And i will come back with the most delicious soup you’ve ever tasted.

Thankful, you smiled weakly. “No need, dad. I’ll stick to a chicken soup this time. I’d much rather you be with me, right now.”

Jokes aside, you didn’t want to be alone at such a moment. Your whole body ached, and so did your brain. But your father’s presence eased that pain, somehow. And as much as you knew his lovely soups do ease the pain too, you’d rather stick to his presence, his smile and lame jokes.

“You’ve won me over.” Hannibal stepped away from you, just a little warning step, before disappearing out of the room. And soon after that, his steps quickened, he was running.

“Why are you-” Your voice cracked and you let out a loud cough. “Why are you running ?” You tried again, quieter this time.

“So that i can come back quickly.” He shouted from afar, and all you could do is grin.

Your father was never one to take things lightly, smile, joke, even less play around. But there he was, doing it all , for you.

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❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x daughter!reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x daughter #daughter!reader #daughter x father #Father x daughter!reader

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klausinamarink · 8 months

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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 jfc you guys are hungry next: Part 4

Eddie’s not at school. He’s been marked absent since homeroom started according to the secretary.

“For the seventh time, Mr. Munson. He won’t even graduate if this continues.” The lady adds.

Anger brews slow in Wayne’s blood. The shimmering kind, like you think the pot is safe until you touch it. But none of that is aimed at Eddie. Never.

He doesn’t leave after politely thanking the secretary. He racks his brain for a moment and asks if it’s possible for Jeff Endes to come down and speak to him.

It takes few minutes longer though. The secretary tells Principal Higgins, who asks him what he even wants from a seemingly random student. Wayne gives a small lie about Eddie being sick and needing some homework from one of his friends.

They raise their eyebrows with subdued judgement, but Higgins offers a small staff room for Wayne to wait in private.

Jeff is soon brought in, his face drawn with confusion. “Mr. Munson?”

“Told ya kids to just call me Wayne, I ain’t married.” He jokes, mostly to try lighten his own mood. It barely works, but it makes Jeff crack a smile.

“Sorry, but what’s going on?” Jeff sits down opposite from him, glancing at the now-closed door. “Is Eddie okay?”

Wayne closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He sees the van behind the lids and the bloodstained wheel and Eddie running through the woods from Lord knows what.

He opens his eyes and instead asks, “Did Eddie stay after school for that band practice?”

Jeff’s eyes narrow slightly but he nods. “Yeah. Entire time aside from couple breaks.” Then quickly, “I played the trombone.”

“Did anything happen during then? Anyone gave him a hard time?”

“Nope. He got left alone. There was one guy flipping his knife like a show off after practice ended and Eddie wanted to try. Cut his wrist by accident, but it was a little scratch.”

“And after? When the practice was done?”

“He got to his van and left the parking lot. He said he was going home.” Jeff’s eyes narrow again. “Did he?”

Wayne rubs the front of the temple with his thumb. “No.” He says quietly. “That’s been worrying me.”

The teen straightens, the worry reflecting him. “Wait, he didn’t?”

“That’s why I thought to ask you. If you know any place that I don’t on where Eddie might’ve gone. I haven’t checked the entire town yet but…”

Jeff is already taking out a notebook from his bag, flipping to a blank page. “Yeah, yeah, I know a few of his spots! I think he might go to the Hideout first-”

“That edge of town bar?” Wayne frowns. He’s been there himself once or twice. Good drinks and music, little seedy. Not really his place to frequent. But if his nephew went there instead of home last night, then Wayne is going to drag him back grounded.

“We performed there a couple times as our own band. I think the folks like our music, even if they’re just covers.” Jeff rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Please don’t tell my parents I’ve been there.”

“Can’t promise that.” Wayne says lightly. Jeff finishes writing and rips the paper out, giving it to him.

“I added some directions the best I can for a couple of them, in case you’ll miss them. Like Skull Rock is deep in the woods and some students go there for, um, stuff.”

Wayne skims over the list and folds the paper. He’ll check these locations soon, but he has to be sure if Eddie is somewhere in Main Street. “Thank you, Jeff. I cannot thank you enough.”

As he gets up, Jeff says, “You didn’t answer my question. About Eddie being okay. Is he okay?”

Is he?

“If he is, he’s grounded until graduation.” Wayne tells him. Then he leaves the room and out of the school.

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The trailer park comes into view, thank god. But just like the woods, it’s covered in vines. What also frightens Eddie is that it’s devoid of people. There are cars, stuck and swallowed by the vines, but no passengers inside. Even the trailer homes themselves, when he peeks through the dusty windows and sees their items and furniture but nobody using them.

The lack of lights - at least ones that don’t shine pale from the streetlights - don’t help either.

Yet he can hear them.

He hears Mr and Mrs Caroline starting another argument, the shot firing of Mr. Meier’s car, the four year LaChance twins shrieking at their sandbox, and Josephine the collie barking.

Eddie looks at Little Byers, wondering if he’s already gone crazy. But the kid nods and says, “I hear them too. You can hear everyone but not see them.”

He doesn’t know if he should let relief or misery win over him.

As they walk to the Munson trailer, he picks lightly at his bandaged wrist, where the blood stopped flowing out at some point. Thinking.

He’s thinking a lot, even more than during the boring classes at schools. Mostly about Wayne and if he’s doing okay and if he had noticed Eddie didn’t leave out his breakfast note. Also about if Jeff and Frankie and the rest of Hellfire noticed either. About their campaign that he would miss if he could find some way out of here. And how admittedly cool this viney nightscape is. The Vale of Shadows, Little Byers calls it.

At least his new companion plays D&D.

“Why did you call me Little Byers?”

“Huh?” He shakes out of stupor and looks down at the boy beside him. They haven’t really spoken to each other since they started walking. He knows twelve year olds are weird creatures in a state between kids and teenagers, but this boy is tiny. Probably because of the bright vest almost engulfing his frame.

”You called me Little Byers earlier?” He scrunches his nose. “Is that supposed to be a dumb insult?”

”Oh, of course not! It’s just that, you know, some people refer to others by their last names. And there’s your brother at school who’s a Byers and you’re-” Eddie lamely gestures at him. “-the little Byers. I promise it makes more sense in my head.”

Little Byers blinks before smiling softly. “You can just call me Will.”

“Or that. Yeah, Will sounds better. Because that’s actually your name.” Eddie squeezes his hand. “You can just call me Eddie. No weird names required, unless you get bored.”

Will snorts.

They get to the front porch of his trailer. There’s a vine close to the knob which Eddie very much ignores and hopes isn’t locked. Thankfully it’s not, but it takes longer to get the door open. After another shove by his shoulder, it bursts open.

There’s a faint musky smell but otherwise, nothing appears unchanged. Except for the vines and snowflakes everywhere, of course. Though Eddie has a sneaking suspicion that they might be more ash than snow.

“Woah…” Little Byers - Will, Eddie keeps his promises - release his grip from Eddie’s hand as he stares around the living room in wonder. He giggles as he points at Wayne’s proud mug collection. “One of them is Garfield!”

“Wayne!” Eddie calls out, giving no time to comment back. He goes around the living room, tripping over a couple vines. He keeps calling as he goes to his bedroom. “Wayne! Can you hear me?! Uncle Wayne!”

Silence.

Okay, don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. DO NOT freak out.

He quickly runs back to Will, who’s moved to the couch. “You said I could talk to him, right? How do I do it? How did it work for your mom?”

He says it too fast that he’s not sure Will could understand him. But the kid’s face lights up and answers, “I used the lights!”

Eddie stares.

“I mean, it’s kind of a project in progress?” Will says sheepishly. “But I swear my mom knows it’s me! I know she’s trying hard to understand and I’m trying my best too.”

“…use the lights how?”

Will looks around and shuffles to the lamp besides the couch. “It’s a bit harder because I think it’s daytime right now and the lights are off.” His hands hover around the lamp with a concreted stare. Eddie watches with a drop in his gut as absolutely nothing happens.

Will glances back, the sheepish smile back on his face. “I’m sorry. But it might be better to wait for your uncle to come home. We can try it together!”

Eddie nods numbly. He’s been in the Vale of Shadows no longer than Will and he’s already losing hope.

Fuck.

His stomach growls. So does Will’s.

Ah right. That’s another problem.

Eddie gets up and walks to the kitchen. The fridge and cabinets are unsurprisingly webbed with vines. He checks the top cabinets, opening them hard enough that the thinner vines fall off.

“Oh thank you, baby Jesus.” He practically weeps on the spot when he sees the canned soups and cereal. He grabs the soups because this Vale of Shadows is cold as shit and a warm breakfast is what he and Will needs right now.

“Good news, there’s chicken soup ready to be heated up and devoured.” Eddie calls out with a grin. A couple cans tumble out, but he catches them before they hit the floor.

Wills runs in, his eyes widening as if he dug up treasure. To him, canned soup might as well be.

“Now it would be extra lucky for a nat 20 right now…” Eddie mutters as he digs into the drawers, cringing when his hand touches some vines. Ew ew, they’re slimy. His hand clenches around the familiar utensil and brings it up to the air. “Can opener!”

Will claps, giddy with excitement. Eddie crouches down next to him as he starts cutting open the first can. Please make it edible and not rotten looking please please-

When he gets the lid off, he and Will share a sigh of relief at the sight of normal chicken soup.

“Okay, Little Byers, do me a favour and turn the stove on.” Will nods and does so, although he has to climb on the counter. Eddie grabs another can and starts opening it as well.

“Uh, Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“The stove isn’t working.”

He stops. “What?”

“I-I thought it’s just at my house but-”

Eddie stands up and turns the power dial on the stove around. The light indicator stays dark. He does it again, hearing the click repeatedly but feeling no heat.

He looks at Will, who looks back helplessly.

“You said- you said the lights…” Eddie starts and then stops himself.

Will’s eyes are shining with tears. “It’s just the lights. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know about the power.”

Eddie slides down to the floor, canned soup abandoned in his hand. Then he curls himself up, trying to feel his own fading body heat as he quietly breaks.

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#eddie and will in the upside down au #yes that’s most creative au name i could come up with leave me alone #klaus writes #wayne munson #jeff stranger things #eddie munson #will byers #stranger things

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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Hello, just wanted to say I love your writing and that you're amazing ☺️ I loved the splinter headcanons with child reader and the other ones as well. So I had an idea for sibling headcanons (or one shot if easier) but with rise boys !

Ok so here's the deal

‼️ angsty time‼️

The boys and reader were having A BIG FIGHT with draxum, everything around them was destroyed or on fire, each boy was occupied fight against draxum vines (i can't exactly remember what they were), so nobody noticed draxum going behind reader and giving them a fatal injury (no need to describe it if your uncomfortable), when the boys noticed it was already too late, they hold their dying sibling reader in their arms, telling them to hang in there, but the last thing the reader says before passing is :

"Make sure to protect the family for me...give them the happy future that I won't be able to give them"

And then their gone

You can do Headcanons for each brother in this situation or a one shot, whatever you're comfortable with. And if you don't want to do it then it's completely fine, it's your choice sweetheart

Love your blog and you, have a good month 😚🌸💞

Bro I literally cried writing this, but like, IT'S SUCH A GOOD PROMPT 😭

MAJOR ANGST WARNING ❗❗

RISE BOYS HOLDING A DYING SIBLING READER

You dodged and weaved through Baron Draxum's vines alonside your brothers, laughing confidently when you just barely missed one.

"Focus up, (Name)!" Raph shouted, cutting through the new wave.

"Sorry, Big Guy! focusing!"

You swung your axe, chopping through a vine headed straight for your heart, both you and any of your brothers failing to notice the Baron creeping up behind you.

A sharp pain shook your body and you screamed out in pain. The vine that had previously lodged itself through your stomach retracted and you fell to your knees...

Raph:

He heard you scream and his heart dropped so low he might have lost it.

He spun to see you on your knees and the Baron fleeing in the opposite direction.

You looked up at him weakly as he rushed to you side, "Raph-" you croaked out.

"No, no- shhh, hold on, (Name)- hold-, oh man-"

Raph held you tightly, trying desperatly to stop the bleeding,

But it wouldn't stop.

His breathing had become erratic, he was panicing and you knew it,

So you placed a hand on his plastron, "Raph?"

"Y-yeah, (Name)?"

"Do you remember when we were kids and I had a nightmare? You sang me to sleep remember?"

Raph nodded, his big arms holding your smaller form tight, "Of course, I remember." his voice was shaky, and you started to rub circles into his plastron.

"Can you sing me to sleep one last time, Big Guy? please..." you looked up at him teary eyed and weak.

Raph gulped back the sob that was building up, "Su-sure thing, (Nickname). Sure I can."

"We we're playing in the sand," his voice cracked, but he kept singing,

"And you found a little band,"

"You told me you fell in love with it hadn't gone as I planned."

"When you had to bid adieu,"

You hummed weakly alonside the tune, still rubbing slow circles into his plastron.

"Said you'd never love anew,"

"I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too." Raph felt his chest constrict as your circles came slower and slower, knowing you didn't have long left,

"You told me to buy a pony but all I wanted was you."

You sighed softly, "Thank you, B-big Guy. Hey take care of our baby brothers, yeah? T-they're gonna need you even more n-now..."

A lone tear fell down your face and your hand fell with it.

Raph let out a choked sob as he held you closer.

Leo:

"(NAME)!" Leo shouted, rushing to your side.

"No, nononono, (Name). Please be okay. Please, please."

You chuckled weakly, wincing as Leo moved to hold you, "H-hey, Leo. It don't look that bad, right?"

Leo scowled at you through thr tears that had started to fall, "D-don't joke right now. D-don't..."

"Just trying to lighten the mood..."

Leo shook his head and frantically began to try and stop, or even just slow, the bleeding, you grabbed his hand.

"Hey, hey. It's ok, Leo. It's not gonna work." you sqeezed his hand in your own.

He stopped and looked you in your eyes, tears freely falling down his face, "No, (Name), i-it's not ok. You can't go, you can't." His voice cracked, and you cupped his with your other hand.

"I don't have a choice, Leo. But I need you to make me two promises, ok?"

Leo nodded, pushing his heek further into your weak palm.

"Don't blame yourself. Please don't do that. It'll make me upset. And take care of the others, you guys are gonna need each other-" you coughed weakly.

"Ok, I- I promise, I-"

You nodded, smiling softly, "Good..."

Your hand fell from his cheek, and Leo felt his heart drop.

You were gone.

Donnie:

Donnie rushed to your side, goggles down and already assesing your wound.

"(Name)! Hold still, I can- I can fix this."

He started to reach for the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding, but your hand caught his wrist.

"Donnie... you can't fix this. There's nothing t-to fix."

Donnie shook his head, "No! I c-can, I can fix this! I just need-"

"Donnie!"

His eyes met your own as you moved his goggles back up to their place atop his head.

You smiled softly at your younger brother, "It's ok... not everything is fixable, would you try to put a toaster back together if it was smashed to peices?"

He shook his head slowly, eyes not leaving yours.

"Exactly," you said, "T-this isn't fixable. I'm not fixable, and that's not your- your fault." you felt your tears begin to fall faster than before, "I need you to promise me something, Donnie. Take care of the family for me, give them the future I wasn't able to..."

"I will, (Name), I promise. I- (Name)? (Name)!" Donnie felt the panic and anger set in as your hand fell to your side.

He pulled you closer as the overwhelming sensation of his own tears falling took over his senses.

Mikey:

"(Name)!" he gasped out as he rushed to your side.

You smiled weakly as he pulled you into his arms, "H-hey, Mikey. looks like I'm in quite the pickle, huh?"

"Don't- don't joke about this, (Name). Hold on please, y-you'll be okay, you're gonna be ok, right?"

You shook your head sadly, "Not this time, Mikey. I- ." you were cut of by a throat wrenching cough,

Mikey's breathing became uneven, as he looked around frantically for the others, "RAPH! (NAME) NEEDS HELP! (Name) needs help..."

You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, turning him to look at you, "Mikey, you're my baby brother, I- I don't want to leave you. But I don't have a choice. B-before I- I go, I need you to promise me something, yeah?"

Mikey nodded slowly, sniffling quietly as the tears fell faster,

"Take care of the others, they'll need you, and you'll need them, protect each other-"

You whimpered lowly as a bout of pain flared from the wound.

"Ok, (Name) I-I promise..."

You smiled softly, but it faded slightly when you felt Mikey's tears hit your face. You moved your hand to wipe them away,

"Please don't cry, dumpling. It makes me s-sad..." your sentence trailed off as your hand fell and your body went still.

Mikey pulled you closer, quiet sobs racking his body.

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Writing angst hits different at 3am, woke up my sister cause of my sniffling.

Have a good day Anon!

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #rottmnt #leonardo x reader #donnie x reader #raphael x reader #leonardo x reader tmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise!raph x reader #mikey x reader #sibling reader #platonic x reader #tmnt x reader platonic #older sibling reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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When their s/o has a nightmare

Very rushed and kinda half baked idea; I apologize for any typos or anything of the sort, or if the hcs are kinda uuuuughhh

Its nearly 2am and I feel not very good (I think I'm coming down with something <\3)

Nevertheless, I hope you guys enjoy

Slenderman;

He does a lil headtilt when he notices you writhing around

He watches for a while, trying to see if you can wake yourself up; but if you can't and it gets worse, he'll gently shake you awake

I feel like he just barely goes above and beyond to comfort you; it's not that he doesnt care, it's just that he never really.. helped someone recover from a nightmare; and considering he himself doesnt sleep, he's kinda at a loss

Just guide him through what to do, and he'll do it! Communication is key! Need some water? Hes got it! Need to be held? Hes crawling into bed! Want him to stay by your side? Hes now stationed at the bed! Want to talk about it? Hes all ears!

Splendorman;

Unlike his brother, splendor has a better idea of what to do; and thats mostly due to the whole "he meddles with humans more, on a more personal and up close level,"

As soon as you seem uneasy hes springing into action and gently shaking you awake

"Hey hey! Are you alright, sweetheart :(?" As he sits himself at the edge of the bed; close enough for comfort, but not too close... doesnt want to make you feel trapped

Hes already using his tendrils to make the situation more comfortable; turning on a light, getting some water; and if you have one, hes grabbing a plushie

His go to way to comfort someone is to distract them, lighten the mood

Laughing Jack;

I'm sorry but hes gonna be aggressively shaking you around; and admittedly that might make it worse depending on the nightmare and your personal boundaries

Probably slapping your face like in movies/j

No but I feel like hes one of the worst, what with him being all high energy and still trying to grasp boundaries and all that

If this is the first time he will tone it down if you tell him; or at least try, it'll take time

As for the actual comfort thing he'll probably let you talk about it but he'll be cracking jokes the entire time

Is it to lift the mood, or is it because he cant shut up for 2 seconds? Could be both

Gives you candies instead of water and snakes his arms around you

Probably says something cheesy, like

Idk something about how hes the only monster around or something

Eyeless Jack;

Jack doesnt sleep much, and when he does he commonly has nightmares; so he gets it, unfortunately

Shakes your shoulder, makes sure your awake, and immediately goes into filling the silence

He'll hold you and run his fingers through your hair while telling stories; mix of stories about his experiences and random shit

Its actually.. nice and sweet in its own way, since jack isnt much of a talker otherwise

He'll also be logical, offer some advice and straighten out any worries that you have

Generally just a tender moment

Tldr; slenderman is kinda neutral, almost robotic and taking commands. Splendorman has experience in comforting people, laughing jack will toss you around and make jokes about it. Eyeless jack distracts you via stories while holding you

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #splendorman imagine #splendorman x reader #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack x reader

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hopepetal · 10 months

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Masterlist

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Part Six!

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! :)

@applestruda

Breakfast the next day was a muted affair at first, the mood dampened from the events of last night and Pearl’s injury. Only after reassuring everyone that she was alright and cracking a few jokes did the mood lighten and conversations begin as normal. Impulse still seemed to be a little down, but he still smiled and talked with the rest of them. Even Grian was awake in time for breakfast, having woken up from Pearl moving around.

But still, something felt… off.

Like clouds gathering on the horizon during a sunny day, or knowing something is missing and just not knowing what. Like old signs saying “KEEP OUT” in big, bold letters, worn down to the point of being illegible. It was a timer, ticking down, grains of sand falling through an hourglass. Something was about to happen, and if they weren’t careful, the knights would be caught in the middle of it.

What a shame, then, that they didn’t see the storm clouds.

After breakfast, the knights cleaned up and began to go about their day. Pearl looked through their food storage and began to make a list of all the things they’d need to restock next time one of the knights went to the village. Mumbo was working on… something redstone related, perhaps that automatic vegetable cutter he had mentioned the other day. Scar and Grian were tending to the animals, and Impulse was busy chopping wood.

It seemed as though hardly any time had passed at all before it was time for lunch, and the knights gathered around the table once more. Plans were discussed for the next few days– there was shopping to be done, there had been a report of some undead roaming an area nearby the village, and the lodge had to be built, of course.

Impulse finished up his lunch and stood up. “Pearl, could I… talk to you?” he asked hesitantly, almost reluctantly. “After you’re done, of course. Uh, alone. If you don’t mind.”

Pearl frowned slightly, looking up at Impulse with concern. “Of course. I’m done right now anyway, so…” She stood as well, and walked away from the table with Impulse, toward the forest.

Grian let them go, watching as the two crossed the camp and disappeared into the forest. He looked back at Scar and Mumbo, a sense of dread rising up in him. “We’re following them, right?” he asked, “I’m not the only one who doesn’t like this one bit?”

Scar gave him a smile, though something about it seemed strained. “Yeah. Something’s been off about Impulse for a while. I kinda thought it was over and done with, but last night…” He trailed off, raising his gaze to where Pearl and Impulse had entered the forest.

“I mean, Pearl probably can handle herself,” Mumbo pointed out, “but I do think… I mean, it does feel a little weird, is all, things are probably going to be fine, but…” He looked between Scar and Grian, trying to think of the right words. “Well, better safe than sorry?” he finished, shrugging awkwardly.

Grian nodded. “Yeah. If anything, we could just say we were going to prank them. Or something. But I just… I have a bad feeling about this.”

“That’s how most of our pranks start as well,” Scar quipped, laughing when Grian gently smacked him with his wing. “I’m not wrong! I’m not!” he defended himself, quickly standing up from the table and nearly falling over.

Grian stood, helping Scar steady himself. Mumbo got up as well, and together the three began the trek toward the forest.

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Pearl and Impulse were walking through the forest in relative silence, and Pearl could tell that he was trying to work up the courage to say something– though what, she had no clue. It was a nice day out to be walking through the forest at least, and Pearl found herself just enjoying the little adventure they were having. The ambient sounds of the forest echoed around her, and dappled sunlight shone golden through the leaves that made up the canopy.

Pearl sighed, looking over at Impulse. He still hadn’t said anything about what he wanted to talk to her about, and she was getting a little worried. “Ya doin’ alright there, mate?” she asked, giving him a soft smile when he looked up at her.

Impulse nodded, but judging by his expression, that didn’t seem to be the case. “Yeah, I just… well, you see… this is really hard to talk about,” he tried to explain, “and I just… I didn’t want to freak anybody out, or make this a big deal, or…” He stopped talking, looking away. The two continued their walk for a moment in silence, before Impulse spoke up again. “I don’t know, Pearl…”

Pearl brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You can tell me anything you’d like, Impulse,” she said earnestly. “I know some things are really hard to get out, but I promise you, things will get better if you share your problems with people.”

Impulse let out a quiet frustrated sound. “I know. Everyone keeps saying that, and I know that everyone is willing to talk, and I know how much we rely on communication. And I just– it’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s just that…” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It’s so hard to put things into words. And it all just gets to be so overwhelming, and it just builds up and…”

Pearl nodded. “I know how you feel. It’s really hard, Impulse. Take all the time you need. I’m cool with just walking with you for a bit, if that’s what ends up happening.” She shrugged. “It’s a nice day out for it anyway, so I really don’t mind.”

Impulse smiled, seeming to relax a little. “Thanks, Pearl.” He still seemed a little more tense than usual, but definitely more at ease than he had been just a few moments ago. “I know I need to tell you this today, though. It’s not really something that can wait, I think.”

Pearl stepped over an exposed tree root. “That’s fine, too.” Though the fact that Impulse had brought her out here to talk to her about something he considered urgent worried her, she did her best to keep her cool. Whatever it was, it had probably been bothering him for a long time, and he was only able to get it out now.

The trees in front of them were beginning to thin, and Pearl could hear the faint sound of water in the distance. They were near the ravine, she figured, assuming that what she was hearing was the waterfall. It hardly felt like they had been walking for that long at all, but it was easy to lose track of time in the forest, especially because she had been deep in her own thoughts for most of the trip.

Stepping out from under the cover of the canopy, Pearl followed Impulse and sat next to him in a soft patch of grass that overlooked the ravine from a safe distance, and gazed out across the gap. She had flown over this same ravine many times before, but would normally use the sturdy bridge further down the way when traveling with the knights. The ravine was a good place to go into for ores and such in some places, but the river this far up the ravine was too fast for that.

Pearl remembered how, when she had first been exploring the area with Grian and found the ravine, they had flown down close to the river and dared each other to touch the water while still in the air. She smiled slightly as she remembered Grian’s terrified squawk when he tried to touch water so fast it was almost purely white, before he had ascended and claimed that he just “didn’t want to get his clothes wet” and that “he was joking when he suggested doing it in the first place”.

Ah, good times.

Impulse sighed and crossed his legs, leaning forward. “Alright. I…” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I know this might come as a shock,” he started carefully, “but I promise, this isn’t because of what happened last night, and it’s nothing against you or Grian or Scar or Mumbo, any of them. But I… I’ve decided it’s best if I…” For a moment, he was silent. “...if I’m not a knight anymore.”

That… certainly wasn’t what Pearl was expecting. Keeping herself composed, she looked over at Impulse. “Impulse… why?” she asked. “I’m not going to keep you if that’s what you really want, but just… is there a reason for this?”

Impulse pressed his lips together, keeping his gaze strictly on the grass. “I… I don’t think it’s safe,” he admitted, “for you to be around me. For any of you. I’m– Pearl, something’s been happening to me, and I just…” He looked up at her, desperation shining in his eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t control myself. I’m going to end up hurting someone, and I don’t even know why I asked you to come here alone with me, this was a horrible idea–” He stood up, taking a few steps back. “I don’t think–”

Pearl stood as well, holding her hands up in a placating gesture. “Impulse, calm down. It’s okay, we can talk this through. Just–”

Impulse shook his head. “No, Pearl, we can’t. You don’t understand, I’m out of control! I don’t even know what thoughts are mine anymore! I– why did I do this, I could hurt you!” His panic just continued to grow, and he took a few more steps away.

Getting closer to the edge of the ravine.

Pearl’s eyes darted from the steep drop-off back to Impulse, and she reached out. “Impulse, please stop. Just… come here, we can talk about this, we can get you help…” When Impulse paused, she took a few steps forward. “It’s going to be okay.” She took another few steps, ignoring the instinct to look down at the ravine she was far too close to.

Impulse took another step back, and Pearl felt panic shoot through her veins like ice. “Impulse, please. The ravine,” she reminded him, trying to stop the fear from showing in her voice. “You’re too close. Take my hand, okay? Please.” She felt tears welling up as her breath hitched. “Please.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. It was just Impulse and Pearl, and only Death’s black wings could catch Impulse if he fell.

Pearl held her breath.

“Please.”

Impulse took her hand.

–

“They really just decided to take the worst path through the woods,” Grian muttered as he tried to smack branches and vines out of the way with his wings. “I mean, come on. Who even does that? This isn’t even a path!”

Mumbo ducked under a branch, shielding his face just in case he got smacked. “Well, I’ve heard that going off-trail is quite nice to the more adventurous types,” he offered, and Grian only rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t we supposed to be adventurous types?” Scar asked, “because last time I checked, we were knights, and knights are… pretty much the adventurous type, aside from like, mercineraries.” He frowned. “That’s not it. Mercin– marcen– hold on, I almost… merchindins–”

“Mercenaries?” Grian asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess.” “Yes!” Scar exclaimed, “there we go! That’s it!” He smiled brightly, pleased.

“This feels more like a summer camp,” Mumbo said, “the ones for those little children, you know. The ones that sell cookies.”

Grian huffed softly. “We are not a summer camp. We are not mercenaries either, we are knights and we rarely go off the trail.”

“I want to go to summer camp!” Scar protested, “it sounds like so much fun! We could go hiking, go on adventures, sit around a campfire and tell spooky stories, and have a cool team name!”

“Honestly, that sounds pretty much like what we do now,” Mumbo pointed out, “just without the cool team name. Sorry Grian,” he added on, “I just don’t really think ‘the knights’ is an actual team name.”

“Then what would you like to be called?” Grian shot back, attempting to be serious though he could hardly hold back a smile.

“I think,” Scar chimed in, “that we should call ourselves the buttercups!”

“Absolutely not,” Grian shot down, “aren’t team names supposed to be fearsome or something? Isn’t the whole point to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies?”

“I think it’s a nice name,” Mumbo interjected, Scar backing him up with an indignant “yeah!”

Grian pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. “Oh, I’m not winning this one, am I,” he muttered. “Pearl’s going to kill me when she learns we’re called the buttercups.”

“Speaking of, where is Pearl?” Scar asked. “How do you even know we’re going the right way?”

“Birds-eye view,” Grian responded, absolutely deadpan.

Mumbo let out a confused noise. “But you’re on the ground.”

“Mhm.”

“With us.”

“Seems like it.”

“So it’s not really–”

“I just know,” Grian said, “trust me.”

“The last time you said that, things caught fire,” Mumbo muttered, but said nothing else.

Grian picked up the pace, the uneasy feeling growing the longer they walked. He prayed that it was just him overreacting, that nothing bad was going to happen, that they would find Pearl and Impulse and everything would be alright.

Something told him his prayers wouldn’t be answered.

–

When Impulse took her hand, Pearl let out an audible gasp of relief and pulled him carefully away from the edge, toward her. “Impulse,” she breathed, “never do that again.” She hugged him tightly, trying to stop her hands from shaking. She felt his arms carefully wrap around her shoulders, reciprocating the hug. “I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry, Pearl.”

For a moment, Pearl was relieved. For a moment, she believed that things were going to be okay, that they were both safe. For a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, she forgot that Impulse never really liked hugs.

By the time the alarm sounded in her brain, it was far too late.

Impulse grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved as hard as he could.

By some miracle, Pearl managed to dig her fingers into the edge of the cliff, her wings– injured, useless– trying desperately to push her back up onto solid ground. Pain shot through her wings as she strained a little too hard, her stitches separating from the frantic movements.

“Impulse!” she got out, the tears from earlier beginning to slip down her face, “Impulse, I can’t–!” She tried to find an area to dig her feet into, but found no purchase on the stone. “Impulse, help me!”

Impulse smiled. “I really am sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry. He didn’t sound like Impulse.

Had his eyes always been red?

Realization hit her just as Impulse stomped down hard on her hand.

Pearl fell.

–

A strangled scream tore its way from Grian's throat, and he took off before Scar could even move. “Pearl!” He threw himself over the cliff edge, diving after his sister.

Grian was fast, but Scar was no slowpoke himself. His eyes burned a brilliant, vibrant blue as the colour faded from his hair. He slammed into Impulse, knocking the other knight to the ground with a grunt and pinning him just inches away from the edge. Mumbo stopped a few feet away, eyes wide as Scar placed his claws against Impulse's throat.

“Woah there.” Impulse, red-eyed and wrong, smiled as he held up his hands in surrender. “No need to be like that.”

“You,” Scar hissed out, “you’re what’s been causing this, you hellspawn!” He pressed his claws harder against Impulse’s throat, the sharp points pricking the skin and drawing small beads of blood. “Get out of him. Get out of my friend!”

Impulse just laughed. “Nice try, vex.” In one swift movement, he threw Scar off of him, rolling back onto his feet. “But I've always been stronger.” Before Scar could react, he took off into the forest, leaving the cliff behind.

Scar didn’t go after him. Despite how much he wanted to, the demon possessing their friend was right. It was stronger than him, and even if he were able to defeat it, he would be bringing significant harm to Impulse.

The flapping of wings interrupted the silence Mumbo and Scar had been left in, and Grian appeared over the cliff, holding Pearl close. He landed carefully, chest heaving as he gently let Pearl down. She leaned against her brother heavily, noticeably trembling. Scar didn't blame her– falling and being unable to catch yourself was one of the scariest things.

Mumbo coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence. “I hate to be the one to say it, but I don't think that's Impulse.”

Despite everything, Scar had to laugh. “Yeahhh... you think?”

–

The trip back to camp was a somber one. Pearl recovered from the shock fairly quickly, but her stitches had ripped and she was still in quite a bit of pain. The moment they arrived back at camp, Grian brought her back to her tent to go fix her wing.

Mumbo and Scar sat in silence, Scar’s hair still streaked with white. He was both frustrated and absolutely furious. He wanted– he wanted that demon dead. He wanted to rip it into shreds for daring to hurt his friends. But he was also worried. Impulse had run off, and Scar doubted that the demon cared very much for his health and safety.

Grian returned with Pearl after a little while, and the remaining knights sat down to decide on a course of action.

“I think we should go to Cub,” Scar suggested, “he seemed to have an idea of what could be happening. Maybe, knowing what we know now, he could narrow it down. Or something.”

Grian nodded grimly. “That sounds like a fairly good start. We’ll leave as soon as we can.”

It was as if a dark cloud had descended on the camp as the knights got ready, the usual idle chatter silenced by fear and anger and worry. The knights mounted up and began the trip to Cub’s house, a sense of urgency in their movements.

They’d save Impulse.

They had to.

–

Impulse woke up on the ground, laying against a tree. He blinked, looking around in confusion. “Where…?”

Suddenly, he remembered.

Impulse shot up, his breaths becoming short and rapid as a panic attack set in. He had to brace himself against the tree, nausea rising as he gasped for air.

He killed Pearl. He– he killed Pearl. Pearl couldn’t fly. He pushed her. She was dead.

As much as I would love that, she is not.

Impulse jumped, startled by the demon’s voice in his mind. “You– what do you mean?!” he cried, anger and horror and fear all mixing into one awful emotion. “We pushed her off– she couldn’t survive that!”

If she had died, I would’ve been free.

“Oh, Void.” Impulse practically collapsed against the tree, slowly sliding down until he was on the ground again. “Thank the stars. Thank the stars.” Relief had tears welling up in his eyes, streaking down his face and leaving hot trails.

I wouldn’t be so relieved just yet.

“Why not?” Impulse snapped, “what more could you possibly do?”

He was given no answer.

Impulse was now, truly, alone.

#my writing #boatem knights au #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fanfic

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A New Judgment Chapter 6: The Dinner and Some Questions (A Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Rhea turns towards the door that Nessa and Damien just entered through and a look of relief comes across her face. Nessa sees Dominik pacing and muttering under his breath in Spanish. "Oh, thank god, he won't listen to a word we say and can't understand a word he is saying," Rhea tells Damien. Nessa goes to stand between Rhea and Finn as Damien goes over and starts to talk to Dominik the conversation clearly heated.

"Dominik is bitching about me putting myself in harm's way, about his dad not being careful with me and is unhappy with the story Triple H wants us to do because the drama is real and not just a story." Nessa roughly translates and continues as they do. "Damien is just trying to calm him down and to not go after Rey because it was an accident..." Nessa trails off as Dominik begins to spout off specifics as to why it was not ok for Rey to grab her like that. Nessa's eyes go wide, and she jumps over and grabs Dominik's face, "Dominik, you need to stop and calm down. You are telling MY past to someone I barely know. That is my story to tell, not yours. I am fine physically and mentally, now will you calm the fuck down before I have to have Mami beat the shit out of you again" She tries to lighten the mood with a joke from the story last year that started it all. She feels him deflate, her hands still on either side of his face as he nods his head.

Rhea, Finn, and Damien share a knowing look and smile. Glad she was able to stop Dominik from spiraling and doing something he'd regret. "I'm sorry Nessa, truly for that and everything else." He apologizes again and she huffs, her hands dropping to her side.

"Dom I forgave you, I'm letting you rebuild a relationship and trust with me you can stop apologizing." She flicks his nose gently and laughs as he scrunches it up, his bad mood effectively broken.

"I know, but I don't think I can forgive myself." He glances at his partners who discretely gesture for him to continue then act like they are engrossed in their phones so they can talk sort of privately.

"Dom, forgive yourself. Don't beat yourself up, that is my job and I don't want to." Nessa tries to joke again but frowns as he doesn't even crack a smile that time.

"Look, since you are going to be traveling with us, let's go to dinner before returning to the hotel and I can give you that explanation I owe you now instead of later." He asks, grabbing her hand giving her puppy eyes.

"Dom, I would but I am going to dinner with Luis. We need to talk about our storyline among other things." She explains and he glances in Damien's direction before letting out a soft

"Oh..."

"Hey where are you all going till Monday since it's only a few days?" She asks coming up with a plan.

"We are driving up to Seattle and will spend a few days there. After Raw we are going to New York at Luis place until we fly out to Smackdown on thursday." He explains, still glancing between Nessa and Damien confused.

"Ok how about this I ride with you and we can talk then is that ok Dom?" She offers and gently grabs his chin so he will look at her. He nods again agreeing with the plan. She turns to the rest of the group. "I know you were listening, is that plan alright with you guys too?" She addresses them and gets a chorus of agreement.

"Are you rooming with me tomorrow in Seattle?" Rhea asks, winking at her.

Nessa rolls her eyes. "You already know the answer. Yes, I am. He wants us rooming together."

"And you are ok with that?" Rhea tries to make sure Nessa is comfortable.

"Why wouldn't I be Demi? You respect my boundaries. It doesn't make me uncomfortable to share a room with you." Nessa shakes her head.

"I just wanted to be sure babe," Rhea shrugs and goes back to her phone and tweets about the show. Damien puts his phone away and stands up and grabs his bag to go into the bathroom to change, Finn following suit. "Dom why don't you go change with the boys and let Nessa change. I'll knock on the door when she is done, I know it'll be cramped I'm sorry." Rhea strongly suggests gesturing to the bathroom the other two men are in.

"Yeah, uh, sorry Ness." He mutters again and disappears in the bathroom.

"You know I'm not changing right? I'm just going to throw on a jacket till I'm back at the hotel." Nessa looks at Rhea who is looking at her like she is crazy.

"You are going on a date with Damo? Wearing that? No I don't think so." Rhea stands up and goes through Nessa's bag.

Nessa stands stock still, the air pulled out of her lungs. "It. It's not a date, I, uh, wha?." Nessa stutters.

"Oh relax Nes, I'm just messing with you. Finn was right, you are too easy to rile up. I honestly thought I fucked up when I texted you good girl." Rhea tries to calm her down and get reassurance for herself..

"No that was fine honestly that did something," Nessa admits, blushing. She snaps her head towards the crashing sound that just came from the bathroom.

"Everything ok in there boys?" Rhea calls out hearing two ' yes 's and Damien's deep voice grumbling something they can't make out.

"A-ha." Rhea cheers as she finds the corset top Nessa wore at Wrestlemania.

"You can keep the pants on, they are fine but here put this on I'll turn around." Rhea hands it over and turns around dramatically covering her eyes. Nessa rolls hers as she does as told knowing it is no use arguing she won't win this fight.

Once she has the corset snapped in place she calls out, "Hey Demi can you tie it for me, I'm a little too sore to do it myself from earlier." Nessa admits holding the front so she doesn't spill out over the top.

Nessa hears Dominik call out, "Oh come on" and she snickers, guessing what he is thinking. Rhea quietly comes over and tightens up the back of the corset, unnaturally quiet for the first time since Nessa met her.

"Hey you ok?" Nessa asks and she hears Rhea take a breath and swallow before answering.

"Yeah, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable while I did this for you." Rhea pats Nessa's shoulders letting her know she is done and Nessa turns around.

"I'm fine, I was more uncomfortable with the sudden silence, I thought I upset you." Nessa responds watching as Rhea goes over and knocks on the bathroom door, the boys spilling out shoving each other.

Finn nods in approval of Nessa's outfit. "You look good Ness, not that you don't always look good It's just you, gah" Dominik tries to compliment before running his hand down his face.

"I get what you are trying to say Dom relax we've been over this, please stop trying to walk on eggshells around me." Nessa throws the shirt she changed out of at him.

Damien just laughs at Dominik getting flustered before addressing Nessa, "He is right you look divine," He eyes Nessa up and down and she quirks her eyebrow up at him again.

"And you look fine!" She shoots back and he can't tell if she means just fine or the compliment FINE. Dominik laughing tells him it's the former.

"What... what's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He holds his arms out and turns around showing off his Jeans, slayer t-shirt and Jacket he is wearing over it.

"Nothing" Nessa shrugs and grabs her jacket and purse and tries to grab her bag but Dominik beats her to it.

"Nuh-uh, you don't carry your luggage around us, we do it for you and Mami."

"Dom, I'm not at the same hotel as you so give me my luggage." Nessa holds her hand out to grab the handle only for Damien to reach over and grab it, putting it on top of his since it is just a small carry on bag, daring her to argue with a look like she did to them earlier. Nessa huffs and stomps her foot, aggravated but thankful nonetheless.

Finn laughs at her reaction. "Get used to it love you won't win that argument ever." Finn warns.

"You ready Mamita, I'm hungry." He stands up grabbing the handle of their bags and gestures towards the door.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Dom, pick me up at my hotel yeah?" She asks verifying the plan with him and he smiles.

"Yeah see you then Nes!" Dom calls.

Nessa walks with Damien to where his rental car is, making silly small talk along the way. Once they get to the car Nessa goes to open the passenger door and stops when Damien clears his throat. She turns to look at him, he is standing with his arms crossed looking annoyed. "What do you think you are doing mamita?"

"Uh, getting in the car?" She answers sarcastically.

"Let me get that for you," He steps forward and reaches out to grab the handle only for Nessa to smack his hand away.

"I can open the door myself." She answers trying to open the door but Damien holds it closed and leans closer to her, she doesn't back down.

"Not while we are around you don't. We open doors for women around here. It's the respectful thing to do." He tries to explain.

"And if she wants to open her own doors?" Nessa yanks again but it is no use he is much stronger than she is.

"Then she deals with it and lets us treat her right. Do I need to have a talk with Dominik about how to treat a lady?" Damien quirks an eyebrow.

"No, he always insisted but I always beat him to the car. Seriously, why are you so insistent." She groans not giving up on tugging on the door yet.

"Because my mother raised me right, now do you want to eat or not because I can do this all night." He stares down at her, and she pulls her hand back and steps back both hands in the air in a temporary surrender.

Damien opens the car door, and she gets in and buckles up, "This isn't over Luis!" She calls out as he closes the door gently and Nessa rolls her eyes. He puts their luggage in the trunk and gets in the car.

"What sounds good hermosa?" He asks as he starts the car.

"A good burger honestly." She answers and he hums in agreement and pulls out of the parking lot.

"I will open my doors, you know. You won't win this." She all but challenges him.

"That's cute, mariposa." He taunts and she glares at him.

"What is cute?"

"That you think you win this" He laughs as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

"Oh it's on." She tries to open the door but it is locked and Damien full belly laughs.

"I told you, you won't win this." He gets out of the car smiling as she tries to open the door and can't. She huffs waiting for him to open the door. He winks as he opens the door and holds it open. She gives him a gentle shove once she is out of the car.

"Did you turn on the child lock on the door!" She asks incredulously. He only laughs, throwing his arm around her shoulders. They get to the door of the building and Damien smiles like the cat that ate the canary and opens the door for her, she steps in and tries to reach for the second door only for his giant frame to dwarf her and reach it first and yank it open. She looks up at him, "You are a very persistent person." She grumbles and enters the building stopping at the hosts podium and he laughs again, amused at her frustration.

Once they are seated and their food ordered they sit in a semi-awkward silence, Nessa not knowing what to say or how to ask what she wants to ask. "So you wanted to talk, Hermosa." He takes a sip of his drink waiting on Nessa to start.

"Yeah, I just don't know how to ask what I want without it sounding judgemental or rude..." She starts wringing her hands and Damien frowns, noticing this is a common occurrence for her.

"Just ask, I promise I won't get offended or upset. It is coming from a place of genuine curiosity." He soothes, reaching over the table to grab her hand. She can't help but blush at the sweet gesture even though she pulls back her hands, needing to keep them busy somehow.

"Ok uh, how does it work?"

"How does what work sweetheart? I need a specific question to be able to answer." He leans forward so she can ask as quietly as she wants so she can limit her embarrassment.

"You are all romantically together, how does that work? I just want to understand." She averts her eyes and starts chewing her thumbnail.

"Hey, it's alright hermosa." He reaches over and grabs her hand again and rests it on the table still in his grasp so she can't chew on her nails more.

"Yes, and it works because there are boundaries that we respect and do not cross. It is discussed at the beginning of the relationships to make sure it is right for them. We have different sexualities and preferences, kinks even. But that's not necessary to the conversation right now."

"Oh ok. So can you explain what it means that you all are romantically together? I am having a little trouble wrapping my head around it." She gestures her free hand around in a circle. Damien smiles at her, happy with her openness to learn.

"Do you have a pen in that black hole you carry?" He asks, trying to ease her discomfort with a joke. She lets out a shaky laugh and hands him a pen and he grabs a napkin and writes down four names.

"Ok so here is me I am dating Demi, Finn and Dom," He draws arrows from him to the other three and continues. "It is the same for them so we are all connected to each other." He looks at her to see her reaction.

"And how are decisions made, living situations, group dates, individual dates? Demi offered for me to join you. How would that change things? She starts rattling off questions.

"Woah, slow down mamita one question at a time and to answer some of them I'll need to ask a few questions. I'll need the truth as well." He tells her meeting her gaze and he can tell she is still nervous but nods her head in agreement. "Ok decisions are made together, we all have to agree or compromise until we agree. Telling you so quickly was one of our quickest decisions. For your second question. We don't always stay with each other, sometimes we need our own space. Most of the time however we take turns. Dom has a pretty small place, so we aren't there often. Demi and Finn have the biggest place so we go there pretty often. Sometimes one of us needs space or we all need space so we go on our own." He pauses again to gauge her reaction and she nods her head following along, "We do individual dates with each other and sometimes big dates but those have to be careful at least for now because of work." He smiles at her acceptance. He sees her relax the more he explains. It, so he continues, "Now to answer your last question I have a few of my own. Would you be able to be romantic with Dominik again?"

Nessa swallows her bite of food before answering. "Honestly yes, I still love him, I never stopped. There is just some trust to build back again." She takes a drink to try to clear the dryness forming in her mouth.

"We would all need to sit and talk and renegotiate boundaries as you are a new piece to the dynamic, so I can't answer for sure yet how it would change things but there are some things I can." He explains and writes Nessa's name on the napkin now and starts drawing the lines between people. "You are willing to be with Dom and we know he still wants to be with you in some aspect," She opens her mouth to say something but changes her mind so Damien can continue. "You clearly are willing to be with Demi, correct?" He asks and she blushes. He tries to suppress a chuckle as he draws the line between Nessa and Rhea. "And what about me, Hermosa?" He wiggles his eyebrows and she laughs at his ridiculousness.

"I think I could give it a shot." She snorts, laughing at his ridiculous expression. "I do want to learn more about each of you individually and see how you interact as a group," She admits quietly.

"Hey Mamita, there is no rush, you are just asking... it is a big decision to make." He points his fork at her for emphasis. He picks up the pen again to continue explaining.

"That leaves Finn," with that he draws a line to Finn finishing what appears to be a pentagram and she laughs, of course it would be a pentagram.

"Finn would take some time. You already have his attention, he wants to get to know you, but you would need to build a strong relationship with you before any physical intimacy would happen. He is demisexual." He explains and she nods along. She notices he stops speaking and sees he is expecting additional questions.

"I understand different sexualities. I told you mine the other day. However, I hear there is a new term which better explains it as Omnisexual. So no extra questions on that except you could tell me more about him." She gives him puppy eyes, fluttering her eyelashes.

"Nuh uh no, you gotta do the work there Hermosa," He shakes his head, smiling at her pouting. "Let's continue, Demi is the same as you sexuality wise, I am Pansexual. I'm sure you know of Dom's." He states and she nods, leaning back in the chair. "Are you ok Nes?" Damien asks, wanting to gauge if he should continue, worried it was too much.

"No, Yeah. I'm fine, it is a lot to process." She begins to chew on her nails again.

"Ok, that's it. Let's change the subject for now," Damien firmly suggests and Nessa drops her hand immediately.

"No, please, I do that for a lot of things, not just being uncomfortable. It helps me think. It grounds me." She tries to explain.

"Fine, but if you do it again the conversation gets tabled. I will not continue it if you are clearly uncomfortable." He lays down no room for negotiation this time. Setting a firm boundary for both of them.

"Ok, I am only uncomfortable because I don't want to offend you or ask or say the wrong thing." She admits, meeting his stern gaze which softens when he sees nothing but truth in her features.

"Ok just ask what you want and I promise I wont get upset or offended," he sits back and waits for her to ask her next question.

"Ok, how does the sex work? I see different scenarios in my head and don't know what to think." She asks and Damien belly laughs making some patrons of the restaurant look in their direction. Nessa blushes and stares down at her lap, pushing food around her plate in embarrassment.

"Oh that was adorable I'm sorry for laughing," He apologizes and tries to suppress a laugh again and Nessa whines, her face getting even redder.

"Oh pobrecita, I'm sorry now I have made you uncomfortable." He stands up and leans over the table, his hand gently under her chin lifting her head up to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry Hermosa, I didn't mean to embarrass you, it won't happen again." He apologizes and she nods still pouting as he sits back down and begins to answer her question.

"We don't always have sex all together like an orgy, sometimes it's just a few of us or just two of us. It's situational. We can go in-depth on that later Hermosa. If you wish, I know you have more questions."

"Let's stay on the sex questions, so let's say you and...m.. Mami," she catches herself and continues, "You two can just have sex, and the others won't be upset?" She watches as Damien shakes suppressing his laugh and she pouts again.

"Yes, so long as we don't constantly exclude each other, we are equals in equal relationships," He answers knowing what she was going to say, "My turn for a question, remember you promised honesty too..."

She nods earnestly waiting for the question

"Have you ever been with more than one partner at a time? What are your interests in bed? How much sex do you need to be satiated?

Nessa takes a breath trying to control herself so he doesn't table this conversation and answers.

"Yes, there have been instances of multiple sexual partners at a time just not in a poly relationship. Varied interests,'' She blushes and continues "And I don't know honestly, because of COVID I've been touch starved I barely saw Dom then let alone been physical until late 2021 even then with the schedule and still quarantining if I was exposed to Covid again to protect him and his career I have been, starved for lack of a better word. Honestly, I kind of think that is why he left me and I can't blame him." She shrugs and Damien looks at her sadly.

"Well that will be different if you do decide to join us mariposa, will be discussed when you are ready. Can you answer a few more questions?" Damian asked, softly.

"Yeah," She smiles, now more comfortable in the conversation.

"How do you like it? Rough? Gentle? Do you prefer to be manhandled? Are you a cuddler? Do you enjoy being tied up or being told what to do?"

"Yes..." She answers, tapping her fingers on the table and meeting his gaze, she doesn't shy away this time. He however is taken aback by her concise answer.

"Yes what?" He shakes his head, confused.

"Yes to all of that, it is situational." She shrugs, owning her preferences, something she is always open about.

"Well, we don't have time to unpack that but I am glad to hear it." He tables the conversation for his own sanity so he doesn't overstep her boundaries.

"How do you like to be treated after?" He asks and sees her clench her fists and changes direction.

"One more question, are you asking because you are interested in joining us?" He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table and continues realizing how that sounded. "Now I'm not asking for an answer about joining us right this moment, just that you are considering it."

"It is something I am considering, I need more information before I decide." She keeps her promise of honesty.

"I will talk to the others and we will follow your lead when it comes to this conversation, but Nessa," He starts his voice getting low and serious,

"If we make you uncomfortable you have to tell us, we won't have you uncomfortable and suffer in silence because you don't want to upset us. That would upset us more than anything. You have to be vocal, promise me that or this won't work." He taps on the napkin where he drew the relationship chart.

"Yeah I promise Luis," She smiles, and he stands up,

"I'm gonna go pay Mamita I'll be back," She opens her mouth to argue but he is already halfway to the counter with the bill. She grumbles to herself, "Goddamn giant and his goddamn long legs..." Nessa eyes the chart on the napkin and smiles to herself. She grabs it and stows it in her purse making sure Damien doesn't see.

After a few minutes, he comes back and holds out his hand, she rolls her eyes but takes it allowing him to help her up and guide her toward the door. He uses his body to block hers as she reaches for the door so he can open for her.

"You know what, tall person you are unlikable sometimes," She grumbles and stomps her foot as she exits the building and Damien laughs, shaking his head at her temper tantrum. He sees the gears turning in her head as she decides to make a break for the car to get to the door before him.

"Oh come on," She groans, throwing her hands up in the air as he beats her to the car.

"I'm faster than Dom Dom Chiqui and bigger, you can't win this fight." She sticks her tongue out at him as she enters the car and he is just finding it hilarious.

"Hey Luis?" She calls his name to get his attention while he drives.

"Hmmm..." He hums, waiting for what she wants to say.

"Tell me about you? I want to learn more about you." She asks and he glances at her and is silent, unsure what to say for the first time.

"What would you like to know?" he finally asks.

"I know you are from Puerto Rico, I want to know more of your past, your likes and dislikes in general not from our conversations earlier" She lets out a nervous giggle.

"Uh, I love baseball, DC comics and metal music." He lists off and she snorts.

"Define metal," He glances at her again, appraising the shift in mood.

"Slayer, Metallica my favorite, Iron Maiden, Megadeath. Bands like that." He answers and she nods appreciatively.

"I quite like metal too, though it isn't my favorite. I love for whom the bell tolls and she aint my bitch, they are my favorite Metallica songs." His head jerks to look at her before returning to look at the road. Shocking Damien with her choice of music.

"I don't know why you are shocked. You see what I wear and some of my tattoos" She shakes her head and continues,

"I am a big fan of pop punk however and alt rock like Motionless in white and Black veil brides." At this admission Damien shakes his head and responds,

"You and Demi will get along just fine."

"You mentioned you like comics?" She asks for clarification,

"Yeah, specifically DC, I love Batman." He smiles appreciating her attempts at bonding especially after such a loaded discussion over dinner.

"I am more of a Marvel comics girl myself, specifically the x-men though there is a special place in my heart for Wonder Woman. The tv series is what got me into superheroes anyway. She is the most powerful and just the best. Out of all DC and Marvel comics."

"That is an argument we can have later mamita we are almost to your hotel. So you like Iron man over Batman then?" He asks as he pulls into the parking lot.

"I didn't say that, they are the same but in different fonts, orphan and rich being a vigilante, though Iron Man admits his ego, Bruce acts holier than thou and it is hilarious people won't admit it. Iron Man, at least owns up to his ego where Bruce just acts like he is always in the right", She laughs and tries to open the car door again and immediately pouts again and crosses her arms waiting for him to go and open the door.

He helps her out of the car, her bag in his hand. She holds her hand out for the bag expecting him to drop her off there and he quirks his eyebrow up at her. "Do you think I am going to leave you alone this late at night in a parking lot and not walk you to your door?" He snorts and gestures for her to lead the way.

"I mean it is a well-lit parking lot with cameras and the door is like 20 feet away." Nessa keeps her hand outstretched.

"No can do Hermosa, I'm talking about the door to your hotel room, no bag carrying."

"Du farkirst mir di yorn," she mutters under her breath,

"I'm sorry, what was that mariposa?" he laughs enjoying her frustration,

"You'll be the death of me." She complains as he jumps ahead and opens the door following her into the hotel.

"And when it comes to Batman you are entitled to your wrong opinion..." he winks as she does a rude gesture as they enter the elevator.

"It's not wrong, you can try to goad me, but you won't win." She bumps her hip into him and pouts when he doesn't move an inch and he laughs at her.

The elevator doors open and he stands aside for Nessa to exit first. "Ok then Mamita,I'll have to prove you wrong."

"Is that a promise!" She taunts trying to grab her bag from him and he only holds it over her head. She glares up at him through her eyelashes, "I will stomp on your foot you, you, you Mazik," She finally finds the word in her vocabulary.

"How about you tell me what that means as you guide me to where your room is then I will give you your bag." He suggests, gesturing down the hallway.

"You know what, how about you give me my bag now and then I tell you." She stands tall, not backing down.

"It seems we are at an impasse, reinita." He steps forward and leans down so his head is level with hers, not breaking eye contact.

"You seem to think being stubborn is going to get your way, let's make a deal."

"You want to know what I called you and I want to carry my bag. You can still walk me to my room door. That is the offer." She smirks at him and he matches her expression.

"Or, I can look it up later and carry your bag as we continue to your room." He counters still at eye level with Nessa, his eyes flick around watching her expression.

"Fine," She answers softly and Damien returns to his full height smiling triumphantly as she continues to grumble under her breath in a language he doesn't understand but he can guess from her tone she is complaining and potentially cursing him. She stops in front of a door at the end of the wall and he takes mental note of the number to tell Dom.

"Goodnight Nessa, I'll see you tomorrow in Seattle." He gently places her bag on the ground in front of the door Nessa just opened. They stand there awkwardly until Nessa decides to step forward and wrap her arms around his waist, her head barely coming up to his shoulder, Damien wrapping his arms around her shoulder and giving a chaste kiss to her hair. She picks up her bag and steps into the hotel room, gently closing the door.

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Hiii kira!! Are your requests open?? If yes, could you do kurona or otoya comforting reader bc reader is hospitalized? (I just LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing, too!!!!! It always brings me so much joy!!!!) If they are closed you can ignore this tho, no pressure!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️��️❤️❤️❤️

OTOYA + KURONA COMFORTING HOSPITALIZED READER

Notes: omg ofc!! you have no idea how much your words mean to me😭 seriously thank you so much!! It brings me so much joy that you enjoy my work 💗💗 hope this was what you had in mind<3

OTOYA EITA

He comes to the hospital so frequently that all of the staff knows who he is.

Like sir you were here 30 minutes ago, this is your 4th time coming here today. he’s rigged the system

He just is excited to see you :3

He brings tons of snacks (if you can eat them) and plushies every time he comes.

He’ll sit on the end of your bed and talk with you about literally anything.

He tells you about the things him and Da Boyz 🥶 did recently and how cool he was lol.

He of course asks how you’re doing, if you don’t want to talk about it he’ll do his best to respect that but he can’t help but pry a little.

He knows your probably stressed and feeling down about your stay, so he’ll try to lighten the mood with whatever he can do, even if that means making a fool of himself damn he must love you

If you cry he’ll do his best to comfort you, he’s not the best at that but he’ll try to crack a couple jokes and let you lean on him.

He thinks you’re doing a great job getting through this. Being hospitalized isn’t fun or easy. He tells you that you’re so badass for not letting this situation defeat you. He said your a total kuniochi because of this.

He calls and texts you so often(if you can use your phone).

He sends you so many stupid TikTok’s/memes, they’re so stupid it’s funny. He sends you so many selfies too, sitting, in bed, eating, on the toilet, etc etc.

He’s proud of you for dealing with this, he knows you’ll get through this hard time just fine. <3

KURONA RANZE

Every time he visits you in the Hospital he brings you a bouquet of handpicked flowers.

He always gives you a big hug when he see you (if your able to)

Kurona will just sit at your side and hold your hand.

If you want to talk, he’ll talk, if you don’t want to that’s fine too.

He knows that this isn’t easy, and he’s really proud of you for doing your best to get through it.

He’ll talk to you about things he did that day or shark fun facts.

He’ll do anything you want to try to make your stay nicer.

He’ll bring your favorite foods(if you can eat them), he’ll paint both of your nails if you want(you guys match ofc!)

If you need to cry about it he’ll hold you with both of his arms tightly.

He reminds you that you are strong enough to get through this, and it will be over in time.

He does his best to make you feel like you’re not alone in this.

It breaks his heart to see you so down.

He calls every morning and every night (as long as the doctors say it’s okay for you to use your phone).

He sends you kitty memes and sunset pictures.

Kurona will stay by your side until your discharged from the hospital and until the end of time<3

I hope this was okay! I wasn’t sure how to approach this so sorry if it’s not what you had in mind! Hope you’re okay! <3

made April 23rd 2024

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Prompt: The tension builds up between Spencer Reid and SWATAgent!Reader on the field, until it finally snaps.

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, dirty talking, pet names (princess, Doctor), hair pulling, light breath play, light impact play, oral sex (female receiving), facesitting, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Words: 7.8k

A.N.: I’ve always wanted to write something with a SWAT agent (and yes, it might be because I started watching SWAT). Thank you to @sassymoon for beta-reading this and defining it "one of your best smuts; so delicious and full of lust". I appreciate it.

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“Doctor Reid!”

The man on the floor was covering the exposed left knee with his right hand, rivers of blood staining the floor and thickening the soft fabric of his trousers. The stench of blood mixed with wet grass and gunpowder filled my nostrils, painfully twisting my stomach.

“I'm fine, Agent. Go get him, I won't go anywhere.”

Scoffing, I kneeled to the ground and placed down my firearm.

I wasn't going to leave him all alone in the building, not when he was hurt. Despite our differences during the planning of our attack, I just couldn't let an agent down on the field.

I had a duty to respect.

“Don't be a drama queen. You're bleeding.”

Spencer hissed when my hand touched the hole in his sleeve, where more blood was spilling out.

“The unsub is more important at the moment.”

Worried that he might have been badly injured, I struggled to reach for my earplugs that fell when I jumped to reach the agent.

The building was completely destroyed and the floor was all cracked up, filled with stagnant water and dark stains that terribly resembled old, dry blood.

“I need a paramedic up the third floor, first door on the left. Agent Reid is hurt.”

Spencer rolled his eyes when I mentioned his injury, but I didn't care. He needed to be taken care of despite his worry about the unsub getting away from us.

My team was after him despite my absence. My colleague Chris saw me stopping by to help Spencer, so I wasn't worried.

“I'm well aware, but I can't leave you behind. My team is after him. I'm sure they can get him without me.”

The tight lace around my face was starting to hurt and my glasses were slowly getting cloudy because of my hot breath hitting the cold surface.

Spencer whimpered in pain as the blood didn't stop from my wound.

“I'm not the best at one-to-one confrontations.”

“I bet the guy was huge.” I whispered

His lips twitched into a smile and a delicate laugh spilled out, stopping immediately. “Don't make me laugh, my lungs hurt from the fall.”

I grabbed my dagger from my Kevlat. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be this funny.”

“Are you going to give me the fatal wound?” Spencer asked, trying to lighten up the mood

“Maybe. Maybe I stopped because I wanted to be alone so I could finish you myself.”

The sound of people running upstairs was clear, but so were the loud beats of our hearts. We had no idea if the unsub was still on our floor or switched to another one, so each time we heard a crack or a footstep, we'd freeze in fear.

Spencer watched me as I cut the fabric of his trousers right above the scratch, noticing a firm cut right over his thigh that was spitting blood all over his skin.

I had nothing on me I could use to stop the bleeding.

“Is this the part where you rip your shirt apart and use it to cover my wound?”

I didn't understand how we could joke at that moment, but I blamed the adrenaline and the fear running through our bloodstream.

“No, but if you want me to take my clothes off, you should ask me out for a coffee first.”

I ripped the hem of my sleeve, struggling to get a piece of fabric that I could use. I covered the wound on his thigh and put as much pressure as I could, hoping the blood would stop wetting the palm of my hand.

Spencer was breathing hard in and out, probably trying his best not to scream in my face that he was in pain. I wouldn't have blamed him if he shed a tear or two, but he always stayed quiet.

“How's the wound on your arm?”

Spencer touched it with his right hand. “Still bleeding, but it's just a small cut. It doesn't really hurt.”

"You're gonna get it checked anyway."

Despite the fear booming through my chest, the warmth of Spencer's breath against my cheek was somehow comforting.

We were so close to one another that each breath he took was mine to own. Thinking about it at a moment like that was wrong, unprofessional - but terribly difficult to ignore.

Difficult, but also stupid.

Denying that the closeness to one another made me feel alive was an understatement. The adrenaline rush working on the field was the same to the effect I experienced each time I was close to Spencer.

Those five days we spent together down at the station, meticulously planning a rescue for the victims and an arrest for the three culprits, were filled with longing stared and desperate attempts at touching one another.

Embarrassing long stares that ended in one of us blushing and turning away.

Silent nights spent in our own bedrooms, hoping that the other would knock on the door and finally end our misery.

We were stupidly attracted to one another, and it didn't take long for the passion to blossom - no, to explode and burn us with its fire.

Spencer leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine, but luckily we were interrupted by the sound of my earphones.

“30 David, Ramirez and Holloway are in custody. Turpin is down.”

Pulling away with a sigh of relief, but still applying pressure to the wound point on Spencer's thigh, I closed my eyes.

“Fantastic.”

And as soon as the word left my mouth, the paramedics finally arrived.

Spencer was taken away from me before I could stop them, but I didn't complain. Kissing him on the field could've meant a horrible reprimand and a terrible night in the hotel room for me.

If my team had known of my misconduct on the field with an FBI agent, the same agent they saw me bickering with, they would've been pissed off.

Amused, but pissed off. And disappointed.

I had no intention of disappointing my team, not the people that watched me grow up into the woman I was at the time.

However... I wasn't going to see Spencer after the case ever again, or unless his team had to be called to collaborate with mine. In six years of service, that week was the first time we worked with a profiling team so my chances of meeting Spencer again in the future were pretty slim.

Still, was it bad for a SWAT agent to hook up with an FBI agent?

“Hey Y/N, you seem pensive.”

Jim handed me a cold bottle of water.

“Just... tired. Today was exhausting.” - I half-lied, twisting the cap of the bottle - “I'm sure a good night of sleep will do me good.”

“If you spend it at home, yes.”

Confused by my teammate's assumption, I raised my browser. “And where else wouldI spend it if not my own bed?”

Jim smirked at my naivete. “At the Hospital, tending the wounds of your lovely FBI boyfriend.”

I was tempted to throw the bottle at him. “He's not my boyfriend.”

“But he's definitely the guy you want to hook up with before he goes back home to Quantico.” - Chris chimes into the conversation, taking off her Kevlar - “You should go for it.”

I wasn't expecting their reaction. I knew that they would never get mad at me for my choice and taste in men, but I definitely didn't think they were almost supportive.

“I don't think he's still at the Hospital.” - I mumbled, glancing at the clock inside the changing room - “It's almost midnight. He just needed a few stitches.”

“I can give you a ride to his Hotel.” - Jim patted me on the shoulder - “I'm sure you can sneak into his room without his team noticing.”

Shrugging, I accepted his offer. After all, I wanted to make sure Spencer was okay and the doctors did their job. Was it wrong?

Were my intentions so weird? I didn't think so.

Once I took off all my equipment and put my weapons in my safe box, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and checked the time again. Despite the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, my whole body was starting to feel limp - I needed to sleep, I needed a comfortable bed where I could collapse and spend the whole night in.

Maybe my hookup with Spencer could've waited, but of course, fate had other plans for me.

“I'm looking for Agent Y/N. Is she still here?”

Hondo, keeping the door open, turned around and called out my name. I heard a few laughs coming from my teammates, but I was glad they kept quiet and didn't make any awkward comments.

Despite my blushing cheeks, I was happy to find Spencer Reid staring back at me with a purple bruise right below his brow bone and his dimples poking on those adorable cheeks.

“Hey. Heard you were looking for me.” - I said, glancing at Hondo and hoping he would walk away - “You're all stitched up.”

Spencer took a step back from the door of the changing room to allow my whole team, who gave me dirty and amused looks the whole time, to get out of there and go home for the night.

I didn't need to say goodbye, because I knew they were going to stay downstairs and wait to see if I went out with Spencer. They were going to tease me for at least a week after, but I was ready.

I didn't really mind.

“I wanted to thank you for staying behind and helping me today.” Spencer said, looking at me with those chocolate eyes

“No need to thank me, Doctor. It's my job.” - I told him with a smile - “You're welcome. Next time you need someone to save your ass, you know you can call me”

His short laugh made my heart shake in excitement. “Will do, but I don't have your number. You should change that.”

“Is this your way to ask me for my number?”

He shrugged, still leaning against the door. “I haven't heard a no from you, so I'm assuming you're going to…”

I held out my hand. “I'm not sure you deserve it, though.”

“What can I do to get your number?” Spencer asked

His voice sounded sincere and the way his eyes stared at me, with the same hunger that burned right behind mine, made me understand we wanted the same thing.

It wasn't about the number.

And it wasn't even about thanking me for saving his life on the field.

No, we wanted each other. And at that moment, without our teams around or an unsub scurrying free inside of a building, we could've let the passion blind us both.

“Take me home and I'll show you.”

Spencer closed the door behind me without hesitation, following me down the hallway without caring about my teammates walking past us. Me and Spencer were too busy thinking about the moment we would step inside my house, where we could finally have each other with no distractions.

And most importantly, we didn't have to be quiet or hiding from anyone.

I wanted to scream his name; I wanted him to whimper mine. Both achievements I was dying to experience that night.

Spencer reached out for my hand when I opened the door, but quickly shook his head and pulled it away. Maybe holding hands was too intimate, but I didn’t mind - I didn’t like holding hands either.

“My car is in the other parking lot.”

That meant we had to take the elevator to reach the inside parking lot downstairs. In no way I was going to use the stairs, scared I might find my teammates ready to tease me and Spencer for allowing the passion to finally blossom between us.

I didn’t know how we were going to do things without him hurting.

He had stitches on his thighs, after all. But we were going to try and find the best positions so he wouldn’t hurt - I didn’t mind sitting on his thighs and doing all the work, if it meant it would bring him pleasure.

The mere idea of giving Spencer some relief made me blush and shiver at the same time, because it was one of my favourite things to do. Giving pleasure to someone was, for me, itself a pleasure.

The doors of the elevator opened and I walked in, soon followed by Spencer.

“I thought the BAU had a jet.”

“We do, but we also rent cars when we work. I don’t think I can move from one part of Los Angeles to the other with a jet.” - Spencer replied, leaning against the metallic wall of the elevator - “I don’t usually drive, but…”

I turned to look at him. “You don’t want your team to know you’re here.”

He shrugged, glancing at me. “Not for the reason that you think. Alvez and Lewis have a tendency to tease me about my, uh, sex life. I don’t want that to happen.”

“We’re on the same boat, Doctor Reid. My teammates are the same, but because I’m the only single person. They want me to find the love of my life, so they try to set me up with everyone they think is interested in me.” I took a step closer to him

Spencer tilted his head, moving closer to me. “They didn’t set you up with me this time, despite my obvious attempts at charming you.”

“There was no need to set us up because they already knew we wanted each other, I guess.” - I whispered, placing my right hand on his chest - “However, Street was happy to give me a ride to the Hospital to see you.”

“Ah, so maybe he tried a little…”

I nodded, leaning forward so that my nose could touch the tip of his. “Yeah.”

Spencer looked up. “There are cameras here.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop on my knees right now.” - I pressed a quick kiss right below his chin, feeling his hands slip on my waist - “Unless you want me to, Doctor.”

I was well aware that I couldn’t do anything I wanted with Spencer inside that elevator, but I couldn’t wait. The more I waited to feel his lips or his hands all over my body, the more I grew frustrated and needy.

“No. Only I am allowed to see you on your knees.”

His grip on my waist tightened, just like the pressure I felt between my legs. It was difficult to focus on the sound of his voice when his hands were holding me closer to his body and the warmth of his breath hit against my lips, making me desire his mouth on mine.

My fingers slipped on his chest, opening the first button of his white shirt but Spencer stopped me as the doors of the elevator opened.

I could hear the sound of cars driving out of the parking lot and the distinctive smell of gasoline mixed with the rain that has been sprinkling all around. I focused on those melodies as I followed Spencer to his car, still with his right arm wrapped around my waist.

The tingling sensation didn’t disappear as Spencer opened the car door for me. I got in and secured the seatbelt, crossing my legs with my eyes staring at the glass in front of me.

One night stands were a new thing for me, I had no idea how they worked and how me and Spencer were going to act once we were done. Was I supposed to kick him out? Was I supposed to ask him to stay for the night? I didn’t want him to think I needed more than just sex, because I didn’t, but at the same time I wouldn’t have complained if he wanted to stay in touch after.

Spencer was a wonderful guy and I would’ve loved to be his friend.

What was blossoming between us, was pure lust and passion. Nothing more than that, and Spencer knew that - even if he asked for my number.

Once I gave Spencer my address, I turned to look outside the car window.

“Do you live alone?”

“Yes. I used to have a roommate, but then she found a boyfriend and moved in with him.” - I explained, straightening my black trousers - “I have a spare bed, if you…”

Spencer glanced at me, then his lips twitched. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you?”

I turned to look at him. “I don’t want you to drive back to your Hotel after what I’m planning on doing to you.”

He chuckled, stopping at a traffic light. “And what exactly are you planning on doing to me?”

“Don’t be greedy, Doctor. I will show you once we get there.” - I replied, leaning closer to press a kiss on his cheek - “But today has been a very exhausting day, I’m sure you’ll need some sleep before getting back to your team.”

Spencer didn’t talk after my explanation, but he drove faster to reach my place. I didn’t know if it was because of my words or the fact that the road was almost empty, despite it being a Friday night. I didn’t complain: I was eager to be with him all alone in my house.

When we got out of the car, the air was humid.

The moon was hiding between grey clouds, but I could still see her outline. The sound of our footsteps echoed in the small hallway that led to the door of my apartment, making my heart tremble more and more with desire.

Spencer noticed the way my fingers shook as I tried to open the door, but he kindly didn’t comment or tease me about it. He must’ve found it adorable, but in reality I found it quite embarrassing: it has been a long time since I’ve had sex, and the first time I had taken a man I barely knew at home.

It felt right, it felt natural with Spencer.

But the nerves were still there.

Spencer covered my right hand with his. “Hey.”

The bag dropped from my arm to the floor, but I was quick to pick it up. “Yes?”

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.”

I didn’t turn around as I fumbled with the keys and the lock on the door, fearing to find an annoyed expression painted on his face.

“Believe me, I really want to have sex with you.” - I managed to unlock the door, pushing it open - “I’m just… nervous.”

Spencer took a step closer to me. Our shadows melted with one another as his chest pressed to my back, while his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin leaned over my shoulder.

A wave of warmth washed over me, forcing my lips into a smile.

“There’s no need to be nervous.” - Spencer said, brushing his lips right below my earlobe - “I’m going to take good care of you, princess. I promise.”

Princess?

He barely knew me and gave me a pet name that didn’t make me uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I could feel how badly he wanted me, or maybe it was because my knees were trembling at the mere idea of having Spencer do anything in his power to take care of me.

Him on knees, him completely naked for me… underneath me.

My nerves were still there, but they hid behind the light chuckle that fell from my lips when Spencer pulled away from me and got inside the house. The warmth of his hands disappeared from my hips and I felt lonely, desperate to have him pressed against me again and with his hands touching me anywhere he wanted.

Following him inside my living room, I locked the door behind me.

It took Spencer less than a second to have me pressed to the door, with his chest flushed to mine and his mouth covering mine in a kiss that made me want to drop on my knees.

My hands snuck inside his jacket, pulling the white shirt he wore underneath in a desperate attempt to undress him. Spencer had other plans, because his hands found their way around my trousers and unbuckled my belt while my brain was too focused on his mouth.

I couldn’t move from where I was standing, but in all honesty I had no intention to. I just wanted him, and I needed him quickly - before my nerves could take over again, before the idea of never seeing him again could settle inside my brain.

Spencer kept me pressed to the door and rolled his hips against mine, allowing me to feel the desperation behind his own movements. He was hard, and all I could think about was just take him into my mouth and bring him the pleasure he desperately needed to give me.

I moved my hands up to his face, grabbing him by the cheeks and pulling him even closer to me. I needed to be as close as I could to him, I needed to feel his heart beating against mine, I needed to feel as one with him.

“You’re desperate to have me, aren’t you?”

Gripping his shirt, I nodded. “You have no idea.”

“Let me see, princess.” - Spencer’s fingers travelled down between my legs, over my panties - “But if you want me to stop, I…”

“No. No, don’t stop.”

Accepting my words, Spencer slipped his fingers under my panties and brushed over my clit. A rush of adrenaline ran down my spine as I clung to his shoulders, moving my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

His thumb pressed over my clit while his index tease my entrance, making my thighs tremble and my heart pound in my chest. The pleasure was getting overwhelming despite being just at the beginning, but I didn’t care. I was desperate to have him and I knew he could feel it, too.

“Please, I..”

Spencer kept me against the wall with a hand, using the other to bring me the pleasure I was so desperately seeking. Moans were flowing from my lips, some of them resembled his name but I was so lost in his touch that I barely understood what was happening. His fingers controlled me through each controlled stroke inside of me, moving in and out at a quick pace while I could feel my whole body shuddering.

“I love how responsive you are.” - Spencer whispered against my lips, curling his index and his medium finger inside of me - “Your noises drive me crazy.”

The idea of bringing Spencer pleasure just by crying out to him made me even more responsive. A chorus of whimpers, moans and pleas flew from my mouth and crashed into his while Spencer tried to kiss me while never stopping his hand.

I put my own hand on top of his, whining. “M-More.”

“Oh, you want more? You want me to make you come all over my fingers?” - I let out a pathetic whimper, trembling in his arms with my back arched against the door - “You really love my fingers, don’t you? Do they feel good inside of you, princess? Am I making you feel good?”

I struggled to nod at his questions, not sure which one deserves a vocal answer. I was so lost, too drunk on my own pleasure that as soon as Spencer picked up the pace, I forgot everything - even the fact that we hadn't even made it to the living room.

We were pressed to my own entrance door, with our clothes still on and my badge clinging to my trouser’s belt.

“You were wet for me even before I started to touch you, princess.” - Spencer whispered, using his free hand to cradle my cheek with the tip of his fingers - “You look so pretty when you’re desperate.”

I could feel the tension in my stomach rapidly building up and my brain went completely blank, unable to form a coherent sentence that could satisfy Spencer and his need for a reply.

I stayed there, wide-eyed and trembling against him.

“And now you can’t speak. Pathetic.” - he chuckled, shaking his head while his fingers were still thrusting inside of me - “I can feel you’re close, princess. Do you want to come? Do you want me to let you come so I can finally use your pretty pussy as I please?”

A breathy ‘yes’ escaped my lips, but I wasn’t sure he heard it until his fingers picked the pace up and brought me closer to the edge. His eyes never left mine as he owned me with his fingers, showing me that just by using his hand he could make me lose my mind - so I was even more excited to see what he had planned for later, what he was going to do to me once we reached my own bedroom.

Spencer looked beautiful under the faint lights of my living room, with his lips twitched into a delicate smirk and his pupils slowly dilating at the sight of my pleasure increasing more and more.

Every inch of my body was on fire, desperate to reach that peak that seemed so close I could almost taste it.

“Doctor, please.. C-close.”

“Oh, so demanding. You really want to come, don’t you?”

Spencer hummed at the sound of my words, leaving a trace of kisses from my jaw down to my neck while his fingers ruined me. I tried to spread my legs to give him more space, but the pleasure was getting so blinding and overwhelming I felt the need to close them.

His fingers pressed to my sweet point while his thumb never stopped massing my clit, slowly but firmly. Spencer was able to control me just with his fingers, who knew what he was going to do to me with another part of his body?

“Come for me, princess. Come all over my fingers.”

I moved my hands down to his shoulders and pushed his jacket off as best as I could, trying to find something to grip on as my body exploded with pleasure. A long moan fell from my lips as I leaned forward, hiding my face in the crook of Spencer’s neck while his fingers didn’t stop their movements.

Pushing in and out of me, Spencer allowed me to ride my orgasm as a warmth rushed down in my lower abdomen. I was satisfied, but still tingling with desire - I needed him, his fingers were not enough.

I seeked anything he was willing to give me.

The intense pleasure of his fingers fucking me didn’t end until Spencer was satisfied with the sight ahead of him: me, breathing hard and fast with his name written on my lips and my eyes staring back at his.

“That’s my good girl.” - Spencer said, curling his fingers inside of me just to see me hiss - “You did so well for me, princess.”

His lips pressed a quick kiss over my forehead while he finally pulled his fingers out of me and away from my panties. I stumbled back against the door with my chest heaving through each breath, and I swore that when his fingers disappeared into his mouth, I almost lost my cool.

How could he do that and pretend like he wasn’t doing anything wrong?

How could he tease me that way when he could just drop on his knees and taste me?

“I told you I was going to take care of you.” - Spencer said, noticing how I kept quiet while admiring his plump lips coated in my essence - “But I am not done yet.”

I nodded, pushing my trousers down along with my panties.

Spencer stayed quiet, watching me as I completely undressed for him. It was pathetic how I was completely naked in front of him, while he was still all dressed up - it made me feel inferior, in a way. And it turned me on way more than it should have.

“If you’re not done yet..” - I started to say, barely able to look him in the eyes - “You should finish what you’ve started.”

His lips turned into a smirk. “I guess I should. Lead the way, princess.”

It didn’t take long for me to gather all of my clothes from the floor and run inside my bedroom, followed by the man behind me. I was sure his eyes were looking at my legs, my back, my ass, my shoulders, my hair - but I didn’t care.

I was desperate.

And I was going to act like it ‘til the end of the night, just to gather as much pleasure as I could before letting him leave my own house. I needed Spencer to give me everything, to make-up for all the moments we brushed hands, we touched, we looked at one another while we were working.

I needed to feel the passion consume us.

Leaving my clothes on top of my desk, I stepped right in front of Spencer.

He was looking at me, trying to decipher the expression I had painted on my face until my smirk matched his.

“Well, are you going to undress me? Or do I have to do everything by myself, princess?”

“I’m going to do more than…”

“No.” - Spencer said, stopping my fingers from reaching his belt - “I meant what I said earlier. I want to take care of you tonight.”

I raised my brows. “You don’t want me to..”

He kissed me before I could finish my sentence. “Maybe next time. Now it’s all about you. Take it as a thank you gift for tending to my wounds.”

Next time?

I pushed off his jacket, while Spencer leaned forward to kiss down my neck. I didn’t know if he was trying to distract me from actually undressing him, but his kisses were shutting down my brain and my logical thinking. I was so invested in the way his tongue caressed my skin I barely noticed when his shirt came off, leaving him shirtless in front of me.

My hands immediately clung to his shoulders while I walked closer to my bed, followed by Spencer who didn’t stop his assault on my neck. Kisses, bites and licks were marking my skin the same way I was marking his shoulders with my nails.

My hand slipped right on the white bandage on Spencer’s arm, but I pulled away before I could press on it. Spencer didn’t seem to mind, but I was truly scared of hurting him and ruining this love bubble we created in my own room.

Despite the thoughts running through my head, Spencer was able to bring me back to reality with another kiss and the way his arms wrapped around my waist to pull me onto the bed. I didn’t complain as I straddled him, feeling his hard-on pressing against my inner thigh.

My fingers worked quickly to open his trousers, pushing them down ‘til the other bandage appeared.

“Spencer…”

“Yes?”

I looked at his wound, biting my bottom lip. “Are you sure we can do this? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me if you sit on my face.”

Surprised by his words, I pulled away just enough for our lips to separate. I was taken back by the way he talked with confidence, but there was a hint of eagerness and neediness behind those words. Spencer seemed desperate to have me like that and I was drunk on that feeling.

“You want to taste me?”

Spencer nodded, sliding his hands down to reach my waist. “I ache for it. So climb up and let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

I closed the distance between our lips for a brief kiss, before gathering all my confidence and straddling his face. No one has ever spoken to me like that, and even though it felt dirty, it also felt disgustingly perfect.

Maybe it was the sound of his voice, maybe it was the desperation coating each one of the words that left his lips but I was hooked. Completely under his spell, just like he wanted me to - I knew it was his plan all along. He had me where he wanted to and he was turning me into a desperate mess for him and his own sick pleasure.

A pleasure I wanted to satisfy with everything I could offer.

Spencer pressed his hands on my thighs, bringing me closer to his face.

“I don’t want to smother you.”

He chuckled, looking up at me. “Believe me when I tell you it’d be a pleasure to be smothered by your thighs.”

I could feel his hot breath between my legs, where his fingers were pleasing me before and I was dying to feel his mouth right there.

“Sycophant.”

“I’ve been called worse.” - he whispered, caressing my thighs with his hand - “Now shut up and ride my tongue, princess. Let me taste you.”

Despite never having done this thing before, I let myself sit on his face just how he asked me to. I quickly found a rhythm with the guidance of Spencer’s hands on my hips, feeling his warm tongue running through my folds. I struggled with my hands on the headboard, trembling to the point I thought I could fall forward but Spencer held me up.

His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking on it before gently pulling it as a chorus of moans fell from my lips. I was in ecstasy and he barely started, but the idea of being on top of a man’s face just made me incredibly excited.

“Fuck, Doctor… you’re so good.”

Spencer couldn’t form any sentence, but the sounds he was making were an adequate answer to my praise. I grinded against his mouth, biting my bottom lip as I made sure to stay still and enjoy the slow movements of his tongue.

I rolled my hips to match his tongue as more whimpers flew out from my mouth, echoing in my bedroom. I wish I could record his face between my legs, I wish I could print that image in my brain until the day of my last breath because Spencer looked ethereal.

His eyes were closed and his eyelashes were so long, so pretty. His nose was pressed to my skin while his tongue was teasing my entrance, before swirling over my clit and making me hiss in pleasure. I needed to take a picture, I needed to remember the feelings he brought me that night forever.

It was difficult to look at him without wanting to sit on another part of my body, but the tension right behind my belly button was growing and the pleasure he was giving me was intense. My fingers were tangled in his hair as Spencer feasted between my thighs, savouring my taste and dragging his tongue over my clit. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing and I even more: bringing him pleasure was a pleasure itself.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t notice his hand moving from my hip down to his briefs, massaging the bulge already formed. I couldn’t pay attention to anything around me, I could only focus on each flick of his tongue that pushed me closer to the edge of my desire and the way half of his face was covered in my own desire.

“Feels so good, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t sure he heard me and I wasn’t even sure I said something that made sense, because my thoughts were all messy and mixing with one another. The rock of my hips became almost erratic as the pleasure inside me was getting tighter and tighter, ready to wash all over me. Spencer didn’t complain when I picked up the pace of my moves, too lost between my thighs and drunk on the pleasure he was bringing himself.

In the corner of my eyes I saw his right hand covering his bulge and his fingers massaging his cock, trying to alleviate that tension. It must have been unbearable for him and that only drove me even crazier, pathetically desperate to feel him inside of me.

Spencer groaned against my heat, dragging his free hand down to my thighs while opening his eyes to stare back at me. He looked beyond beautiful and he left me speechless, forcing me to focus on the pleasure he was giving me when he sucked on my clit.

My whole body went tense as every nerve ending frayed, leaving me to cry out his name and throw my head back in pure ecstasy. Spencer didn’t stop as the orgasm took over me, instead he buried his face even deeper between my legs and stopped touching himself to make sure I was enjoying myself.

And I did.

Never in the world I would’ve thought I’d sit on the face of an agent I worked a whole week with.

When the shock-waves slowly subsided, Spencer turned his head to the side and peppered my thighs with light kisses. It took me two good minutes to realise I had finished and that I had to move off his body, but my brain was still blank and my heart was pounding too hard in my chest.

“Are you okay, princess?”

I hummed, struggling to roll off his body. I collapsed beside him and covered my face with both hands, feeling every muscle tensing and trembling after those activities. I was tired, but I didn’t want this night to end.

“Never been better, Doctor Reid.”

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “We can stop if you’re tired. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

I turned to look at him, raising my brows. “Overwhelm me? You’re so cocky, it’s almost annoying.”

“So annoying that if I ask you to sit on my dick, you’d already be on it.”

He wasn’t wrong and to prove he was exactly right, I forced myself to straddle him again while making sure my thighs weren’t pressing too hard on his. After all, he was hurt and I wanted to make this night pleasurable for him as well - I deserved to feel good, but he deserved it too.

Spencer had been so good to me.

“Only because you’re cute.” - I replied, gently pulling down his briefs - “I’ve been waiting to do this for so fucking long.”

“What, riding me?”

I nodded, brushing the tip of my fingers on the silky skin between his legs. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me and by the way Spencer’s breath hitched under my touch, he was probably more eager than me.

“Riding you, making you forget your pain..” - I leaned forward, pressing a trail of kisses from his chin down to his chest - “And maybe feeling you come inside of me, owning me.”

Spencer’s grip on my thighs tightened as I felt his finger dug into my skin. I hope he would leave enough marks to leave me covered for days.

“You’re a tease.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it, Doctor.” - I leaned forward, stealing a kiss from his eager lips before I raised my hips - “So, are you going to fuck my pussy or are you waiting for someone else to do it?”

Spencer playfully pinched my waist, making me hiss in pain. A delicious pain that disappeared as soon as I felt the head of his cock press to my entrance. I looked down at Spencer, watching him as his lips parted and inch by inch he filled me. My whole body adjusted to his size while sparks of pleasure stabbed me over and over between my legs, making my thighs tremble.

My whole body was tense as a weird sensation diffused in the lower part of my abdomen. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t pleasurable either so I lifted my hips. Spencer kept staring at me, not moving as he waited for me to do all the work. He understood something was wrong, but that didn’t stop him from teasing me.

“Come on, pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

His words encouraged me enough to let me try again, adjusting to that delicious pain that finally wrapped all around me and made me feel like I was floating mid-air.

“That’s it, you’re doing good. Feels good.”

I didn’t know for how long I stared at him without producing a single sound. I was amazed by the sight ahead of me: Spencer had his head thrown back, his eyes were closed, the veins on his neck were visible and his fingers were scratching my thighs. Each movement of my hips elicited a chorus of moans and whimpers from the man beneath me, completely lost in his own pleasure and the warmth of my body welcoming him.

As cheesy as it was, Spencer looked majestic and I truly felt like the prettiest princess sitting on her throne.

“You’re quiet.”

His voice brought me back to reality, realising I had stopped my movements while we were both high on pleasure.

“Sorry, I was… Looking at you.”

Spencer raised his brows, puzzled by my revelation. “Me?”

My hands slid over his chest while I leaned forward again. “You look so fucking hot under me. You drive me crazy.”

I could feel his lips twitch into a smile against my cheek as I pulled away. He didn’t reply, but I wasn’t expecting him to - instead, I showed him exactly how much I found him attractive by rolling my hips. Spencer followed my movements, staring at me with his lips still parted and his cheeks becoming red.

I whispered his name with my hands scratching his chest, feeling the pleasure run through my bloodstream. Every nerve in my body was tingling as Spencer thrusted in and out of me, making me struggle to stay on top of his body. I didn’t know if he was doing this to ruin me and hear my helpless moans, but he was succeeding.

I was close to the edge of my own peak, feeling the drops of sweat roll down my back as I moved my hips to the rhythm of the man beneath me. His moans mixed with mine, echoing in the bedroom while our fingers locked on my hips.

“You love this, don’t you?” - Spencer muttered, trying to sit up so he could press my chest to mine - “Let me hear how much you love it. Let me feel you coming all over my cock.”

I struggled to speak, only a chorus of desperate whines and moans spilled from my lips as I held his hands tightly. The pleasure was overwhelming and my body started to tingle all over, a clear signal of my upcoming peak.

“Don’t stop.”

Spencer heard me despite my broken voice and didn’t stop his movements, giving me exactly what I needed. I opened my eyes and realised he was close to me, staring at me with devotion and a hint of amusement. He knew what he was doing to me, turning me into a pathetic and desperate mess in his hands.

His lips were covering my neck with kisses as the orgasm finally washed over me, forcing me to scratch his hands and release a long moan that resembled his name.

“That’s my good girl.”

It didn’t take long for him to reach that point, riding my orgasm while he rode his as he spilled inside of me. The warmth made me feel safe as I collapsed in his arms, finally satisfied as the euphoria took over us.

Spencer fell onto the bed and he brought me down with him, our hearts beating fast against one another. Each breath he took crashed against my lips, as I tried to kiss him and caressed his arms in an attempt to thank him for what we did together. I was exhausted.

Every bone in my body felt like jello.

I was brought back to reality when Spencer hissed as I moved, a clear sign of discomfort because I must’ve touched the wound on his thigh.

With the last ounce of strength I had in me, I rolled off his body and stared at the ceiling with a hand still intertwined with his.

“Did I hurt you?”

Spencer was struggling to breathe right, overwhelmed by the pleasure I brought him. I felt powerful, knowing that the satisfied smirk on his lips was all my fault.

“No. The stitches are just pulling the skin. Don’t worry about it, princess.”

A few moments later, when we were both able to speak without panting, I turned to my side and looked down at the white bandage over his thigh. The wound wasn’t bleeding, luckily, but I was still worried I might have hurt him with my desperate movements on his hips.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“No. We did what we needed to do.” - Spencer interrupted me with a kiss, nudging his nose against mine - “I appreciate your concern, though.”

I hummed into the kiss, pressing my body to his. “I’m so glad I’m on the pill, otherwise you would’ve gotten me pregnant.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

Spencer ran his fingers through my hair, gently pushing it off my forehead. “I recognize a contraceptive pill when I see one.”

“You profilers are weird.” - I shook my head, smiling at his words - “It’s hot.”

“That’s why you’re in bed with one of them.” - he winked, sliding his hand down to my waist - “Is everything alright? Do your thighs hurt?”

I had marks all over my skin and my muscles were sore. “I’m okay. Nothing that a good night of sleep and some company in this bed can’t fix.”

Spencer opened his arms, touching more of my skin. “Ah, so you don’t want me to sleep on the couch. You want me to stay here.”

“I want to suck your dick before you leave my house.” - I touched his chest, bringing the same finger up to his nose to touch the tip - “Take it as a thank you gift for making me come three times.”

“So if I make you come a fourth time before we sleep…”

“Don’t push your luck, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer cuddled up to my side, lifting the blanket so that it would cover both of our sweaty, naked bodies. His head rested on my shoulder while I stared at the ceiling, wondering how we were going to explain to our colleagues that we spent the whole night with each other. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to tell my friends what happened, but they weren’t stupid - they were going to find out, somehow.

As the thought clouded my brain, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

The next morning, Spencer wasn’t there but a note with his number was on the pillow.

‘Sorry for sneaking out before reclaiming my prize, but I was called down to the station with my team. I guess we’re staying in town for another week. Are you down for another round tonight, princess?’

I couldn’t wait.

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