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Roe's Valentine's special - Steddie x Fem!Reader
wc: 9.5k
+18, explicit, threesome, p in v no protection, p in a, smut, angst, insinuation of suicide (not reader nor eddie or steve), mention of eating disorder (not specified nor described), cheating (to reader), revenge... a lot of revenge, slightly supernatural.
plot: The past month had been hell for you, and you couldn't swallow how unfair it was that the people that fucked you over lived happily without a worry in the world. But on every valentine's day, there are certain cupids that will help you mend your heart through revenge... and you caught the attention of two of them.
a/n: let's pretend it's still valentine's day, although this is not exactly fluffy, lmao.
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So let’s recount what happened in the last month.
Your boyfriend cheated on you with his supposed best friend and lied to you even about him being heterosexual when you first met him, so finding him and Chase while going at it like rabbits in the bed you shared for the past two years was not the best sight to ever dig into your skull.
You had to move out, return to your mother’s house reluctantly, and get bombarded with questions about why such a thing happened because if anyone in the relationship would have cheated, she always thought it would be you.
So you moved back out again into an affordable two-room apartment. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t fancy, but it was a roof until you and your now ex-boyfriend figured out how to split up your stuff, but you knew his now lawyer boyfriend would do anything to keep the house to themselves.
And then at work, the position you’ve been working so hard for, learning, studying, and staying extra hours even, was taken by Lydia because she sucked the boss’ dick. She was one of the worst administrators there, so it was obvious how she got that new salary and office.
Worst of all, today was Valentine’s Day… and you were alone. All alone.
“WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME!? WHY CAN THEY BE HAPPY AFTER EVERYTHING!?” You were kicking the pillow of a couch that had fallen off, and you weren’t caring if your neighbors would hear you, or were getting pissed for your rage fit. They might be even afraid right now, not daring to come up to say anything.
You needed to let the anger out. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. It seemed as if life said ‘Let’s fuck this person’s life today.’. They literally went and pointed at you. It seemed like a fucking joke, the kind that leaves a sour taste in your mouth and almost makes you want to puke. 
Your eyes were burning with incoming tears from your anger, sadness, and disappointment, just everything at once. Why did all of this happen to you? What kind of game are the gods playing against you right now? 
Your heart was broken into pieces. Small, fragile, and enough to blow them away with one breath.
“I WANT THEM TO FUCKING SUFFER!” You yelled finally, breathing heavily as your head leaned back so you could stare at the ceiling and close your eyes. You don’t mean it, it was just a spur-of-the-moment scream… was it?
You sighed as you kept your head towards the ceiling. You can fix it. All of it. You will strive for another position, and leave the team management you’re under. You will focus on spending more time with friends. With Robin, Argyle, Nancy… And your mom is not fixable, but you can keep avoiding her just like you are now. 
Everything can be fixed. It can, right? It absolutely can, yes, of course.
Except for the situation you encountered when you lowered your head to see two figures sitting on your couch. Two men. Two gorgeous men. One with long hair, curly, dark, tattooed arms with rather weird symbolisms, and the other had sun-kissed skin, brown and gorgeous hair with some faint highlights, and then you could see all the freckles adorning his skin and face.
These were indeed gorgeous men… now what the–
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” You jumped out of your skin almost, and you immediately rushed to the kitchen which was two steps away, and grabbed your biggest knife, probably dull, but it was still pointy. You turned to point it at them only to see them gone as if you’ve never had two men sitting on your couch seconds ago. You were confused, putting the knife back down on the counter.
Were you hallucinating? Was the can of soup you had earlier expired and you didn’t realize it? Maybe it had fungus? Mushrooms? Or were you so desperate for a good dick that you imagined two men sitting on your couch? You shook your head at your silliness, a small giggle escaping your lips while taking a hand up to wipe a tear away from the past outburst, only for one finger to graze your cheek, making your breath stop completely and for your body to freeze.
“Now now, no more crying.” 
Your head turned only to clash onto hazel eyes, beautiful and silky brown hair, a freckle or two on the side of his cheek... And he was in your fucking house–
“SHIT!” You tried to move around him to grab your knife again, only for your waist to be grabbed and pulled flush against another body, your side, and your shoulder hitting someone’s hips and chest. 
“That is no way to treat your guests.” You gasped as you turned your head to now see the man with long dark hair, curls falling down his shoulders, and deep brown eyes. You were panicking, your phone was on the couch, and you left it so far away! You need to yell, you need to call for help!
“HEL–” A ringed hand flew to your mouth, silencing you from your screams for help. The other man with hazel eyes sighed, shaking his head as you thrashed around in the other man’s grip, obviously too strong for you because he wasn’t moving a single inch.
“I told you, we should have knocked on her door.” You let out a noise of confusion, a ��What?’ mumbled in the back of the hand that was holding you silent. You heard a chuckle from the man next to you, making you even more confused than before.
“What was the fun in that? I love it when they think we are murderers or burglars.” What the actual fuck? If they weren’t that– Wait, how can you trust them with that? What if they are lying about it in order for you to stay calm?
“For fuck sake Eddie, let her go so we can explain to her what are we doing here.” You nodded desperately at that but the man, whom you thought was the kindest, only pointed a finger at you with a glare. “Yell, and we tape that mouth of yours shut until we finish explaining. Got it?”
You were shaking at this point in fear, tears filling your eyes as you felt helpless, and the man holding you noticed your distress, a soft voice coming from him unlike the teasing one from before.
“We are not here to hurt you, Sweets… We are here to help you, you just have to listen to us for a bit, okay?” The man called Eddie spoke to you, and you were afraid of screaming and for them to do something worse to you, so you nodded in the affirmation that you were going to keep quiet. 
Eddie looked at the other man and nodded as he slowly took the hand away from your mouth, letting you take a gasp of breath as he pulled himself away from you, letting you go completely from his grasp. 
You had to choose. Listen to them and pretend this is fucking normal just so you won’t get killed, or, run for it. Before you could even think, the more tanned man snapped a finger on your face and–
You were sitting on your couch. What? You were in the kitchen– You pointed at it with wide eyes, then back at the couch, and back at the kitchen, and then you pointed at the two men that were standing in front of you. 
“W–What was that? I was standing in the kitchen, and now I’m on my couch… But I was standing in my kitchen–”
“Yeah, it’s freaky the first time, I know… Trust us that we don’t want to cause any harm… not to you at least.” The man you don’t know the name of spoke, making you stare at them only to then look down at the floor. 
“I’m dreaming, aren’t I? This is not real, there’s no way I just teleported from the kitchen to the couch, that is humanly impossible–”
“Good thing we are not human.” And that made you snap your eyes open like plates, looking at Eddie. Not… Human? The other man elbowed his friend in the gut, making you look at him.
“I’m Steve, this is Eddie. We’re Revenge Cupids.” 
You stared at them, just blinking, not a single thought in your head. They are what? Cupids? Revenge cupids? That didn’t make any sense, nothing of this was making any sense in any laws of the universe.
“Yeah okay, I am definitely on drugs or asleep.” At your words, a shadow cast above you only to bend down towards your eye level, making you freeze at the stern look on his face. Eddie’s eyes were glowing in a very unusual color. It was some sort of white, or grey.
“Say we are not real one more time, and we will show you just how real we can be. Okay Baby?”
And that threat felt real. Too real, and now you realize these two men are not human, these two men possess some kind of powers, and these two men call themselves Revenge Cupids, which made absolutely no sense.
“I– Okay– Um… Wh-Why are you here?” Your voice was shaky because these were still strangers in your home, and how can you be calm in a situation like this? Eddie sighed and got up, your eyes following him as he stood next to Steve, who proceeded to speak.
“We heard your plea.” He said in a calm tone and you tilted your head in confusion. Your plea? What plea? 
“I’m sorry?” At your question, now Eddie was the one that talked, surprising you when he called out your name without you introducing yourself.
“You said ‘I want them to suffer.’” 
Your eyes widened at that and your brain rewinded a bit to a few minutes ago. You did say that, yes, you didn’t mean it. You definitely didn’t… right? But what does that mean? Why would that make them appear?
“I– I did say that… but, I don’t understand what it has to do with you both?” This is out of a really bad Hallmark movie because two unknown men are in your living room, and they’re very real and appeared out of thin air.
“Okay, let us explain sweetheart, alright? First off, this is real, what’s happening here, it’s happening. So stop doubting.” Eddie said with a harsh tone knowing that you were still wondering if you were high, and his voice made you straighten up and stare at the two men a little more centered. Steve took a deep breath and started to explain.
“On Valentine’s Day, you have your normal cupids, helping you get the person you seek, all that stuff and happy shit, yada yada. We–” Steve pointed in between Eddie and himself. “We are the complete opposite.”
“Huh? Does that mean… you break hearts?” You asked in a confused tone and Eddie was pleased to know you were cooperating now.
“Yes and no. We are here to mend your heart… through revenge that might break the hearts of the people who wronged you.”
And that… That actually caught your attention. Mend your heart while getting… revenge?
“Wait, what kind of revenge?” You asked, now intrigued and Steve smiled at you, now knowing you were a little interested in it.
“Most people prefer small little acts of revenge. Lots of people pleasers if you ask me, but you can even say no to this and we’ll just erase your memory and we were never here sweetheart.” And you were thinking about it. You are angry, yes, but how angry were you? How unfair did life treat you for this to happen? “There’s no catch? Like… you just help me with these acts and then you’re gone?” You asked and they simply shrugged and nodded at you, Eddie chuckling afterwards.
“Of course, you won’t remember us.” You gave him a little nod in approval and then you squinted your eyes at them.
“Are all revenge cupids in pairs?” You asked out of curiosity, catching the men’s attention, looking at eachother. Eddie shrugged at Steve because you were going to forget it all once they were done, so no harm in telling you anything, right? Steve turned to you and pointed at Eddie.
“I was his revenge cupid… and well… Let’s say–”
“I caught his attention so badly because of my revenge that he was smitten instantly. Weren’t you?” Eddie said with a cheeky smile on his face while Steve rolled his eyes before continuing to talk to you.
“So I hired him as my second hand.” And you were completely stunned. They have feelings so it seems, they’re not just entities, and from what you are listening, they were human once, or at least Eddie was.
“So you two are dating.” You managed to say with a smirk on your face and Steve’s face turned a little pink while Eddie snorted before talking back again.
“We prefer the word… Partners.”
You weighed your options. You could deny this help and keep going just like you were doing minutes ago, or… you can have your revenge on these people that wronged you completely… But would that make you happy? Would that cause some kind of relief in you?
But why the fuck are these people happy when they left you alone and miserable?
So you asked yourself again: Would that give you any sense of relief?
Fuck yes, it would.
“I’m in.” 
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The next day you woke up, wondering if everything from the night before was even real at all, but when you saw the two men appear out of nowhere in the early morning already walking around the living room while looking at your furniture with intrigue, you knew you didn’t dream it at all.
So you cooked for them, and they seemed surprised at the gesture since they didn’t have hunger at all, but they still took what you made for them from your hands. It was simple waffles with syrup and some berries. You sat down on the table eating your own plate as you tried to gather your thoughts.
The two men are still here, and you had agreed that they could do acts of revenge for your heart to feel relief once again. To rejoice. And now they were sitting in front of you, already finished their plates long ago. 
“Whatcha thinking Princess?” Eddie asked as he leaned over the table with his elbows on the wood. You looked up to clash onto his brown ones and you licked your lips as you sat straighter on your chair. 
“Well… let’s say I want to take revenge on my mother. What would you do?” Eddie shrugged at that as he went deep into thought about it. Steve was thinking too, looking at the ceiling as if it were going to give him an answer. Then Eddie spoke again.
“Well, once someone told us to make the house of their parents infested with hornets.” And that was a good one…
“Another one asked us for their favorite furniture to burn accidentally thanks to the fireplace.” Steve said afterward and Eddie nodded as if remembering that, a small chuckle escaping his lips. 
They were good… but not enough. They weren’t even directed to the person who caused the actual pain, it was directed to all the material stuff. 
“I developed an eating disorder thanks to this woman. This woman considered me a slut and whore ever since she found out I lost my virginity to my neighbor. This woman that treated me poorly in front of everyone we ever met…” Your words were filled with venom, heart stinging as the two men realized that the broken heart was not recent.
It has been broken for a long while now.
“Then, what do you have in mind?” Eddie asked, curiosity at the tip of his tongue as he saw Steve slowly smirk from his peripheral vision. He knew his partner was intrigued and actually amused at the anger in your voice.
You thought for a while, but you knew what could break your mother. What could break her completely, heart, body, and soul, not caring for the repercussions that could bring because she never cared for yours. A mother who doesn’t care for her child, why would the child respect her? Why would the child care for their mother?
“My mother lives off fillers and surgeries so she could still look young despite the age she has. A cougar that fucks guys her age or younger because it makes her feel… with youth she no longer possesses.” 
“I like where this is going, honey.” Steve spoke as he looked at you with fierce eyes and Eddie was biting his lip at the anticipation of your plan. You looked up from your plate and both men went wide-eyed as they looked at the intensity of your glare.
Full of rage.
“I want everything that she ever did to her face and body to fall apart. I want her to finally look her age, but with the clear evidence that she never took care of her skin. Someone that didn’t use sunscreen at all in her entire life.”
And Eddie’s smile turned into a wicked grin, almost like a Cheshire cat. 
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and Steve chuckled wholeheartedly, evilly as he closed his eyes. You were looking at both of them as your heart thumped wildly in your chest, filled with anticipation but no guilt. There was no guilt at all. She never had it with you, so it’s fair you reciprocate the same feelings.
“Oh, she looks hideous honey.” Steve talked, looking back down towards you, snapping his fingers and you saw your phone lit up as it sat on the table. You frowned as you reached for it, unlocking it, and… your eyes widened as you saw your mother screaming at the mirror. The sight of an old woman who lost her youth, no way of faking it anymore. 
She was touching her face, trying to lift it as the skin fell and fell, not staying up at all. The creases all over her face, the facial marks on her forehead, and the corners of her mouth. The sun stains all over her face and neck, and finally… she finally feels what you felt all those years you lived with her. She can finally have a taste of her own medicine. 
And you decided right then that this was going to be the last time you saw your mother, and you didn’t care anymore what could happen afterwards to her, locking the phone and putting it down on the table again. 
Eddie and Steve looked at one another and when they looked at you, their eyes widened, almost in shock as they saw you smiling while taking bites of your waffles, doing a little dance on your chair in victory. You were the first one they ever encountered to not show a single sign of guilt.
And Eddie couldn’t help but bite the side of his bottom lip as he stared at you. And Steve didn’t miss the way his partner was glancing at you, but he couldn’t blame Eddie.
Not when he was looking at you in the same way.
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The three of you were walking towards your office building, looking up at the tall structure as you prepared your next target, or well, targets. You still had to think of what to do to them, but some ideas had come up in your mind. 
You had one man on each side of you, both waiting for your response. They had kept an eye on you the past few days, just in case you felt guilt of some sort for what you’ve done to your mother. You even rejoiced when she called you to ask for some money so she could get surgery and your response was:
‘No surgery can help you.’
And that was the same response she gave you when you thought you needed a nose job thanks to her degrading comments. She laughed at you whenever you tried to apply makeup or fix your hair and with the years you understood that she was jealous of your youth. Of your skin.
“How did you become Revenge Cupids?” You asked them as your ideas kept swirling in your mind but they were used to your curiosity by now. They were curious about you too, and for the past few days, they have also asked you about your life, and how you got your heart broken in such a way.
“Well…” Steve began as he looked at you, “You make a bond with another revenge cupid.” You frowned at that, turning your head to look at him.
“A bond?” Eddie nodded and wrapped around your shoulders, sending shivers down your whole body, which you tried shaking away.
“When humans commit revenge, they might impress the cupids themselves. I surprised Steve with mine, and it helped that he was interested in me.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at Steve and the brown-haired man only smacked the top of Eddie’s head. “Shit baby, there was no need–”
“And what did both of you do that… caught another cupid’s attention?” You asked this time and the two men looked at eachother for a second, before looking back at you. Steve took a deep breath in and was about to begin talking when your eyes spotted a security camera on the front doors of your building, an idea coming to you.
“Oh… Stevie, I think she thought of something good…” Eddie said with a grin and Steve smiled as he raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers.
“Take me to the CCTV room.” And with those words, you closed your eyes, a snap of fingers happening, and when you opened your eyelids again, you were in front of a massive computer, many monitors around showing all of the security cameras in the company. You turned your head to the side to see the guard sleeping, an eyebrow raised as Eddie chuckled.
“We put him to sleep, he won’t wake up, so you don’t have to whisper Sweets.” You smiled at that, surprising Eddie as well as Steve.
“Thank you… Okay… I need to find that day, the day before the promotion was announced…” And you leaned forward to start looking, only for Eddie to snap his fingers and the video popped up immediately. 
A wicked smile spread on your lips as you saw your boss, who is married with two kids, fucking Lydia without any shame, railing her on his desk. Her moans were all over the speakers, making Steve clear his throat for a second, and then his eyes widened when he heard what you were looking for.
‘You want that promotion, right sweetheart? Fuck yeah, I’m gonna give it to you, oh you are so fucking good–’
“Bingo~” Eddie cooed next to you and Steve leaned closer to you, a smile all over his lips as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, making you shiver with a sigh and then he whispered to you.
“What do you want to do with that Sweetheart?” A grin was on your lips and then you whispered your plan to him, making Eddie pout. You giggled at his antics and you leaned to whisper it to him as well, and both men were stunned at what you wanted to do, but oh so pleased.
You changed the camera to the present, seeing your boss on a very important committee, with members of the board from the company and other companies that wanted to seal a deal. You kept changing the cameras, seeing people watching the LED TVs that are in the cafeteria, near the office cubicles, at the reception area…
“Do the honors princess…” Eddie smirked as he pointed at the ‘Enter’ button on the keyboard. And so you raised your finger and pressed the button in a strong hit.
Moans were heard all over the building, the words your boss said to Lydia as he fucked into her, everyone watching it happen, and you quickly changed it to the conference camera. You saw everyone start screaming at your boss, probably calling all deals off, and you didn’t even care if this would make you lose your job. You didn’t care at all if the company went bankrupt. 
You had lost all empathy. 
Maybe they can put another person in charge and it doesn’t go down. Maybe. You shrugged in your mind at what the outcome might be. You saw the men leaving as your boss tried turning off the TV but it didn’t go off. You smiled, looking at Steve who had his hand up, not letting anyone in the building turn off the devices.
Everyone saw it. Everyone was seeing it. Lydia will lose her job. She will be charged with adultery most likely as well as your boss. He will lose his family, his credibility, his company… All because he didn’t give you the promotion you worked your ass off to get for the past year. 
“He tried to come onto me. I guess that because I didn’t give in, he gave it to the person that gave the pussy to him. Resentful bastard.” Eddie and Steve’s jaws clenched tightly at that, and you didn’t ask for it but he twitched his hand again, and your eyes widened when your phone started playing the video as well, and you looked up to see everyone in the company building got their phones infected with it, to make sure absolutely everyone was seeing it.
You giggled with satisfaction as you slapped your hands together, pressing them onto your smile as you looked at all the cameras of people gossiping, screaming, running, just pure chaos as they all went to chase Lydia and your boss. Food was being thrown at them as well as toilet paper and drinks.
Your coworkers were mad, you all worked so hard so that one day you could try to get a raise, a promotion, anything at all, and it was never going to be appreciated. The boss only appreciated a good set of boobs and a tight cunt. And now they all knew. 
Eddie leaned over to you, now completely hypnotized by you, grabbing onto one of your hands to press a kiss on your digits, the index finger that pressed the enter button. You shivered at the action of tenderness, and then you felt your shoulder being kissed again, turning your head to look at Steve’s pleased face.
“Let’s head back. We got one more revenge, don’t we?”
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“You guys didn’t answer me the other day…What did you do to become revenge cupids?” You asked as you walked into your old neighborhood with both men walking on your sides again. Steve was the first one to talk.
“I wanted to give my dad my revenge. So, I did what I knew would hurt him the most… I made him get a bad deal, only for his entire company to be stolen away. He didn’t read in between the lines, and gave all rights to a fake firm, losing everything.” You tilted your head at that because it didn’t sound that– Ah… you imagined what happened later on to his father.
“I see… He deserved it?” You asked and Steve chuckled, a somber look on his face.
“Fuck yes, he did.” You held his hand for comfort, stunning him completely at your touch, looking down at your joined hands. Your gaze turned towards the dark-haired man now who was already smiling.
“I made my father depend on drugs in jail. Make him suffer from withdrawal later on… I also made sure he goes back and forth into abusing and withdrawal, and to always have an eye kept on, so he wouldn’t put an end to the suffering.” You were stunned at his act of revenge.
His father would suffer until his last breath… You didn’t want to ask the reason for hatred, to either of them. You weren’t going to meddle in those past stories, but you were certain the people they directed the revenge to deserved it completely. Your hands gripped theirs tightly as you walked towards your old home. 
Eddie and Steve shared a knowing look with a hint of a smirk, looking forward as you guided them. It was the last act of revenge and you were going to make them pay. You were going to make them miserable, till their last heartbeat. You stood in front of your old home, the one you shared with him, the one you two bought together, the one you dumbly let him have full ownership of the home because he said that once you two had kids, it would be directly passed onto them.
That was all a fucking lie.
“He is not inside…” A house that he will keep, a house that you won’t ever enter again, a house he and his best friend, his actual boyfriend, made sure to keep all to themselves… A house you know doesn’t have any kind of insurance because your boyfriend has always been a cheap ass.
“So… what are we doing?” Steve asked with a squeeze of his hand. You let go of both hands and took a step forward, raising your right hand up as if waiting for something to fall on it.
“I will do this myself. Give me a Molotov.” You suddenly blurted out and Eddie and Steve’s eyes widened in surprise. You were… amazing. You wanted to do this yourself. Eddie reached out to you after a snap of fingers, and he placed an already fired-up molotov in your hand. 
“Go crazy baby.” 
And it was all you needed as you leaned your arm back, and threw the Molotov right into the living room’s wide window, the fire instantly catching on the couch. The couch you two once shared, a couch you two cuddled on as you watched movies. The house that holds so many memories, never a bad one, never a fight.
It was in flames, all of it. All your past in flames, all the people that deserved it, got it. 
Eddie and Steve looked at one another, waiting to console you for your possible breakdown. It always happened at the end of the acts of revenge. It is as if there was a bit of guilt, a bit of regret in everything they did… but you–
You laughed openly as you opened your arms wide, twirling around with happiness, and Eddie and Steve just stared at you, scanning all of you, looking at your smile, at the lack of empathy for all the hearts you broke in order to mend your own. You loved yourself, not letting people walk over you, not anymore.
And damn they wanted you. They deeply wanted you.
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And now it was the day you dreaded. All the acts of revenge were done, over with. And they had to erase your memory now, leave you alone once more. It’s not like you will remember them, but will you be able to handle the loneliness? 
You three were in your room, both men looking at you with their arms crossed over their chests as you sat on the bed. You were mustering the courage to actually say goodbye to them, but in reality, you just wanted them to just do it. Press the device the men in black used to erase someone’s memory. Quick, easy.
“So… you two are gonna leave now, right?” You questioned them as your eyes went towards their eyes. A small smirk was in each of their mouths and Eddie was the first to walk towards you, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed.
“Well… You see baby…” He held your right hand that was on your lap, pulling it to his lips so he could give you a small kiss on your knuckles. A shiver ran down your spine, making you clench your legs together at the sight and then you felt your bed dip on your left, making you turn your head to see Steve’s face coming close to your face, his breath hitting your mouth.
“Remember what happened to Eddie?” You frowned at his explanation, not understanding what he meant, and his lips hovered over yours. “You caught… our attention.”
Oh… Oh… They wanted you. The both of them, at the same time… And you would be lying if you said you didn’t think of them at night. You would be a horrible fucking liar if you didn’t think of them railing you, fucking you into nothing, a blabbering mess. They intrigued you too, wanting to know more of them, and spend more time with them, you just wanted to do so much more.
You gasped when you felt Eddie’s free hand slowly slide in between your legs, holding you onto your inner thigh, squeezing the flesh there, making you whimper. Steve moved downwards so he could bite onto your exposed shoulder from the tanktop you were wearing. A small moan escaped your lips, and then you felt Eddie dip his head onto your neck, placing a kiss there, making you sigh in bliss. And then, he mumbled.
“Make a bond with us sweetheart.” He said in a sultry tone, making your limbs melt against him, his hand gripping your inner thigh a little tighter. You felt Steve’s lips going upwards to kiss the other side of your neck, and having them both kissing you like this just made you completely dizzy, and happy.
“Bond with us… Come with us…” Steve’s voice was as if you were a snake, and he was the charmer. Your body was on fire as both men joined hands on your lap, letting you know they were more than okay with including you in all of this. Their kisses didn’t stop, Eddie’s lips going towards your ear, biting on your earlobe, while Steve dipped into your neck, right in the union with your shoulder.
You whimpered, gripping their thighs as their joined hands let go of eachother, only to then dig them in between your legs, and their digits pressed on your inner thighs, one on the left, one on the right, and they both spread your legs, slowly. Your breathing turned heavy as your fingernails dug into their black pants.
“We can’t go on without approval Honey… You have to voice it out.” Eddie cooed in your ear, making you whine slightly as a moan got stuck in your throat thanks to him biting under your ear, to then blow cold air on that patch of skin. 
“Do you want this… or not?” Steve asked, placing one kiss on your jaw and… 
These men make you happy… So why the fuck not?
“I’ll bond with you two… Please, I want you both to take me…”  You wanted them to take you away from here, from this world, to wherever they are from. You didn’t care.
You could feel both of them smirk on your skin and the first one to turn your head to look at him was Eddie, a hint of lust in his eyes as his fingers caressed the dough of your inner thigh, sending shivers all over your body like electricity.
“You know how the bonding is done?” You may have an idea of it, but you assumed it had to do with a sacrifice of some sort or–
“You have to do a carnal bond, baby.” Steve mumbled on your skin, giving your shoulder a little nibble and now you understood why they were touching you, grazing your skin, kissing it, worshiping it.
“You have to let us mend your heart… and we can sense that you want us to fix it. Isn’t that right Stevie?” Eddie asked his partner and your head turned to look at Steve who had stopped kissing your shoulder, only to be inches away from your face.
“We sensed it days ago… The way you looked at us, the way you touched us in every chance you got, the way you take care of us and you love it… You fucking love it.” He whispered onto your lips, breath hitting them in the most delicious of ways, and your center clenched at nothing and their hands gripped onto your flesh even tighter as if they could feel what just happened.
“Say you are ours… And we will be yours too.” Eddie purred in your ear, and you didn’t think anymore, reacting by instinct, you pressed your lips against Steve’s, and a hum of approval vibrated in his throat. He kissed you back with an intensity you never felt before. Then you felt Eddie’s teeth nibble on your pulse point, making you moan into Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s fingers in your inner thigh traveled north, moving under your skirt and going towards your dripping cunt that was covered by your wet underwear. You whimpered at the touch, not noticing how Eddie’s hand moved upwards and under your tank top, gripping one of your breasts tightly, making you jolt slightly.
Steve took the opportunity that you opened your mouth, even if little, and his tongue found yours, greedily exploring you, wanting nothing more but to swallow your whimpers as you felt yourself falling more and more into the lust, into the desire.
He cupped you over your underwear, rubbing his palm against your covered clit, and a whine mixed with a moan made you move your hips against him. Your moan was muffled by his tongue and it seemed like Eddie felt left out, and pinched one of your nipples, and with a gasp it made you pull away from Steve’s kiss so you could voice your whimper.
“My turn to taste you baby…” Without needing guidance,  you turned your head and your eyes clashed with deep brown ones, and he instantly captured your lips with his, moaning at the taste of you. He pinched your nipple in between his fingers as he palmed all around it. Steve’s lips latched onto your neck, his fingers gliding underneath your underwear, pulling at the elastic to finally touch you, raw, making you straighten up against Eddie’s touch, hips moving against Steve’s.
Steve moaned at how wet you were, how soaked his fingers became just by moving, gelding them through your folds. His ring and middle fingers found your clit instantly, rubbing circles in slow movements, making you moan against Eddie’s mouth, and just like Steve, his tongue found yours after you opened your mouth to let your lewd sound out.
“Fuck Eddie, you have no idea how wet she is…” Steve chuckled against your neck and you let go of Eddie’s kiss in order to take a breath. You were extremely agitated but they didn’t stop touching. Your eyes widened, throwing your head back when you felt Steve’s middle finger enter you, a groan escaping his own lips.
“Yeah? Then let me feel it.” Eddie smirked as he let go of your breasts, gliding his hand down next to Steve’s who was pumping his finger in and out of you, squelching sounds being heard all over your room.
“S-Steve–” And then you gasped when you felt another intrusion. It wasn’t Steve’s index finger, no. You looked down and both men were now looking at you with smirks and dilated pupils, both hands were underneath your skirt and then they started pumping their index fingers in and out with no rhythm, one goes in, the other goes out.
“Holy shit Steve, you weren’t wrong.” Eddie was stunned by how drenched you were, your juices already coating both his and Steve’s fingers, seeing the white sheer ring of your slick forming at the knuckles. Steve’s mind was already hazing over, and he stared at Eddie’s face with want, and his partner understood completely what he needed.
Your eyes widened when you saw Steve and Eddie coming close in front of your face, their lips joining in a deep kiss, full of teeth and tongue, and the tempo in their fingers went even quicker, making you choke as you thrust your hips back and forth against them. 
The sounds of their kiss mixed with the squelch of your wetness and their fingers, made your belly turn and coil as your climax started to build. Your pussy clenched around them, and they noticed, chuckling into the kiss, and as if they read eachother’s minds, they curled the fingers upwards, and your eyes widened in surprise as your moans only raised in volume. 
“Ed– Eddie, Steve– God, you’re–” You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back as the pleasure became unbearable but you wouldn’t stop it even if the world was caving in. They pulled away from the kiss and Steve desperately pulled your tank top up, bunching up on your collarbone, with his free hand as you kept yourself up with your hands behind you and supporting your weight. His lips latched onto one of your nipples and Eddie clamped on the other. 
Their fingers in you, their teeth biting softly and pulling on your nipples, and you couldn’t wait for them to actually make you theirs. The simple thought of that made your pussy clench and they moaned at the feeling, and finally, their fingers synchronized, going in and out of you, curled up all the way abusing your g spot and that threw you off the edge.
Your mouth fell open as you convulsed underneath them, trying to keep yourself up with your hands as your chest pressed against their mouths because you arched your back, and your hips moved quickly against their fingers as they helped you ride your orgasm out. You were breathing heavily, your body trembling, and their fingers slowly slipped out of you once you stopped clenching on them.
Your body fell against the bed when their mouths unlatched from your chest with subtle pops. They were breathing heavily and both men looked at one another, a smile on their face as they raised the fingers that were inside of you, and Eddie licked Steve’s while Steve licked his. 
Even in your fucked out state, you could see that action. You whined with need as they moaned at your taste. They wanted to dive in, but there was going to be time for that later on. They both turned their heads towards you, and they got up from the bed, Steve held your skirt, pulling it off followed by your underwear, while Eddie took this time to undress himself.
Your eyes had heart eyes, mouth drooling as you climbed further into the bed, taking your tank top off, throwing it somewhere in the room, and laying bare in front of the two men. 
“Aren’t you fucking beautiful?” Eddie’s hoarse voice made you smile as you spread your legs inviting him over, his throbbing cock all the way up, in alert, red tip oozing precum, letting you know just how desperate he was to have you. 
“Well, fuck Eddie… And to think we will have her for all eternity…” You couldn’t help the wide fucked out smile you showed the two men, who were staring at you, drool almost slipping from their lips. 
“And I will have you both…” And that made Eddie growl, his chest puffing out and looking at Steve, as if pleading, begging. Steve chuckled and gave his partner a soft kiss on the lips, but his hand went up, gripping the dark hair, and pulled his head back.
“You fuck her… and I will fuck you.” 
Your eyes widened at that but you were trembling in excitement, ready to go again even if your body was still spasming from your last climax. Steve let go of Eddie’s hair and the latter smirked at him, then crawled on the bed to get in between your legs.
“Hi sweetheart.” He smiled down at you and your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a soft kiss. 
“Hi Eds…” A toothy grin spread on his lips and you slid your hand down, gripping onto his dick and a groan escaped his lips as you rubbed the head of it against your folds, coating it and mixing with his own precum.
“Shit.” He cursed and you positioned his dick so it would rest on your cunt, and he moved back and forth, coating it with your wetness as a lubricant. Your clit was brushed every time he pushed forward, making you moan out his name. 
“Eds, please– Please–” And who was he to deny your pretty cries. He grabbed his cock and guided it to your entrance. He bit his lip as he slowly sank into you, both of you letting out strangled moans of pure bliss and you felt so full. So fucking full.
You must have imagined it through your lust and your mind becoming cock drunk, but you felt as if your chest was lighter. It wasn’t your chest per se, but it was like inside. You couldn’t think much because Eddie decided to move, making your moan finally come out of your mouth.
“Pay attention here baby. Just let yourself feel.” His face was sweaty, his eyes dilated from pleasure as he thrust in and out of you, and the wet sounds made it all the more pornographic. You felt his movement grow faster and then he was balls deep inside of you, making you throw your head back in bliss as your nails dug into his back.
“Eddie! Fuck!!!” You could feel him in your belly, you were sure that if you pressed there you would be able to feel the tip of his dick inside of you. Just the bump of it and it thrilled you. His skin started slamming against yours, and you let go of him so he could hold himself up with his hands and arms so he could slam deeper into you.
“Fu–” And his movement stilled for a few seconds as his eyes widened and you wondered what happened to him, only to then see the most beautiful face he ever made since you met him. His face became flushed, red on his cheeks, eyes glossed over, his hair falling down on the sides, and there was a different sound of squelching, you maneuvered yourself the best you could to look behind Eddie, and a smirk spread on your lips.
Steve was now completely naked, his cock a little thicker than Eddie’s but Eddie’s was a little longer. Both of them, you wanted inside, but for now, this will have to do. You can take Steve later on. The brown-haired man had his index and middle fingers inside Eddie’s hole, using the lube you used for your toys that sat on your vanity.
Of course, he didn’t miss that.
“Fuck her and my fingers. Now.” It was a command and you couldn’t wait for Steve to treat you that way as well. You bit your lip as Eddie moved again as strangled moans were caught in his throat, moving inside of you, to then pull back to engulf Steve’s fingers inside of him.
Steve’s patience though, was running thin. His hand wasn’t enough. He had been stroking himself watching Eddie fucking into you, but he wasn’t going to cum on his hand. There was no way. He hissed when Eddie clenched on him because you clenched on him. It was a chain reaction. He knew Eddie could take it, even with no preparation or just one finger, just as Steve could take him. 
He slid a third finger inside and Eddie’s eyes widened, stilling his hips all the way inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips as you felt his tip brush your G-Spot. Steve’s pace increased, not letting Eddie move as he pumped his fingers in and out of him, Eddie moaning with his eyes wide as Steve started scissoring him. 
“S-Stevie– Steve, please, more, more–” And seeing Eddie in this state was making your hips roll against him, making him groan and whimper, his arms trembling slightly and your hands went to his face, rubbing his cheeks, cleaning a bit of his sweat off with a smile on your lips.
“Steve… He is so beautiful…” At your words, Steve chuckled and pulled his fingers out of Eddie, a sigh escaping from the man who was whining on top of you, still inside of you.
“And you haven’t seen nothing yet.” And Steve had already coated himself in the lube, and he gripped Eddie’s hip, rubbing the tip of his cock against the small hole, and then you saw it.
You saw how Eddie’s eyes widened, and you could see the strangled choke as his mouth fell open, and then it shut, a whimper trapped in his throat, biting his bottom lip as Steve sunk inside of him, slowly, yet a satisfied groan escaped Steve’s lips, smile on his face as he closed his eyes at the feeling.
There it was again, the relief in your chest. A warmth that slowly started spreading all over, and you didn’t know if to tell them, to warn them. It didn’t feel bad, it was feeling good, like a breath of relief. You didn’t notice your eyes had glossed over, a tear slipping out of the corner as Steve bottomed out into Eddie.
Eddie was breathing heavily as Steve leaned forward to press soft kisses against the inked skin, and then he looked over his shoulder to see your face. He smiled fondly, despite what you three were doing. Eddie looked up and smiled weakly at you, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips before talking.
“Your heart… is mended.” 
And then Steve leaned over Eddie’s body, holding his waist, and he reeled back, only to plunge back inside of him, and thanks to that, Eddie went deep inside of you as well. The three of you moaned out, feeling whole, complete, full. You never felt this happiness before, it was as if everything in your life finally made sense, for once.
Steve’s thrusts became rough as his fingertips dug into Eddie’s sides, and Eddie was trembling on top of you as his hips moved inside of you thanks to Steve’s movements. Your cunt clenched around Eddie and he whimpered, his ass clenching around Steve’s. The latter man growled thanks to the stimulation, and a loud smack was heard across the room, Eddie jolting with a gasp.
“Move those hips, Eds. Fuck us.” Steve groaned out and you couldn’t help but guide your hand in between you and Eddie, your fingers finding your clit to rub circles on it, twitching at the sensation.
But then the air was knocked out of your lungs when Eddie started swaying his hips back and forth, thrusting inside of you, and making Steve’s cock thrust inside of him. He was doing it at a fast pace, choked-up moans escaping Eddie’s lips as he felt himself lose his mind to pleasure.
Steve was moaning behind, one of his hands holding onto Eddie’s ribs so he could move his waist freely, and he ran his other hand through his hair, feeling pleasure he hadn’t felt before, and he knew Eddie was feeling the same because of how cockdrunk he was right now. He can’t wait for his turn next time.
You couldn’t hold it in, it was too much, everything was just too much, but yet it wasn’t enough, and it will never be enough most likely because you will never get tired of these two. You were meant to be together. Your pussy clenched as you started trembling under Eddie, whimpering, whining, tears falling from your eyes.
“I’m– I’m going to cum– I can’t– I can’t hold it–!” You warned them and Eddie cried out when you clenched on him, and he once again clenched around Steve.
“F-Fuck, Steve, I’m going to cum too, I’m–” Eddie moaned out, his hips stopping the movement he was railing you with. Steve felt the coil in his stomach too, his balls tightening, and he smirked in bliss as he grabbed Eddie’s waist once more and started slamming himself inside of him, in order to make him bounce into you at each thrust.
Eddie leaned down so he could kiss you, but your lips never touched. It was just tongues swirling around, lips grazing every now and then as you inhaled his moans and he inhaled yours. 
And then, everything was white. You almost bit your tongue when your second climax hit you, without warning, your belly exploding as you clenched tightly around Eddie’s cock, which was still pistoning inside of you thanks to Steve’s thrusts. You were speechless, choked up, drool falling off the side of your mouth as you spasmed under Eddie.
Eddie was whimpering as he felt your clenching around him, and he gurgled a moan as he spilled inside of you, his ass clenching onto Steve. His arms trembled to keep himself up, his body fired up thanks to his climax, and Steve moaned loudly, his hips stuttering with one final thrust as he slammed himself inside of Eddie in one final thrust, making Eddie do the same with you, and his cum filled Eddie’s insides.
The three of you finally unclenched with one another and you thought you were going to die, not feeling like you had enough air coming inside of your lungs. Eddie was over you, trying to keep himself up in order to not crush you, but he was losing the battle. He looked over his shoulder towards Steve.
“S-Stevie… You need to get off or I’m gonna crush her.” Steve had his forehead pressed on Eddie’s back, trying to catch his breath. He nodded at that, and he left a kiss on his lover’s skin before pulling himself up and retreating so that he could pull out from Eddie.
A wince escaped from the long-haired man, and when Steve was out, he felt all of his cum dripping down from his hole, making him shiver. He slowly pulled out of you, making you snap back into reality, making you realize that this really had happened, and it made you whine as he left your cunt.
Eddie plopped right next to you, breathing heavily, and Steve crawled to lay on your other side, his chest going up and down from trying to get the right amount of oxygen back into his lungs. You felt Eddie’s cum coming out of you and onto the sheets, but you didn’t care. You really didn’t. Not when these two were right next to you.
“You okay baby?” Steve asked and you were about to answer, only for Eddie to interrupt in a hoarse, spent voice.
“Me or her? We have to get some personal nicknames for the three of us.” You couldn’t help but give a weak chuckle, your body sinking into the bed as both men turned on their sides to cuddle up to you, wrapping their arms around you, enveloping you like a cocoon.
“What… now?” You managed to breathe out, and Eddie kissed your shoulder as he rubbed circles on your arm.
“Well, you come with us now.” Eddie explained, but that did nothing for you to understand.
“Where?” And Steve smiled, his hand raising up and you knew he was going to snap his fingers.
“To our home.” 
And with a snap, the house became empty. Furniture gone, pictures erased, and no sign of a human ever living in that place. Your mother never had a daughter. Your name was not in the registry of your company. And your ex-boyfriend forgot he ever cheated.
But everything remained. Your mother could not bear her face, and nothing could fix her. The company eliminated the tyrants, and it was now a workplace for people who put their all into work. And your ex was left alone, without a home, without furniture, without anything at all. 
And a year later–
“I HOPE THEY ROT IN HELL!” A cute blonde with a ponytail screamed in the middle of a field. She was screaming with all the capacity her lungs allowed her, letting all of her pent-up anger out. 
Three figures emerged from the woods, two men, and one woman. The three of them were holding hands as they slowly approached the young girl who was already scared out of her mind but instantly calmed down when you sweetly smiled at her.
“Chrissy, right?” 
“Y-Yes?”
And you knew she was going to cooperate, filling you with joy, but a small hint of a wicked smile formed on your lips as the girl explained what happened to her, and it wasn’t just you who felt that joy.
They both smiled as they looked at you, your first task and job on this new Valentine’s Day. You could feel their pride as they looked at you, as you talked to the girl whose heart had been destroyed just like yours once had. You could feel what they felt and they could feel you as well. That was something new.
A constant chain reaction.
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a/n: fuck them fluffy fics
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iliketangerines · 1 month
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Hi! I don't know if u take requests but I'd love to see smut for professor!johnny cage x student!reader (legal), anyways love your work ! <3
no one needs to know
a/n: i gotchu snookums, had this marinating in my head for a couple hours. i'm never letting down the fact that his last name is carlton canonically, and yes i am referencing that one mod skin of his.
pairing: dom!professor!johnny cage x afab!student!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), power imbalance, blowjobs, pussy eating, fingerfucking, praise kink, humiliation kink
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you’re failing Dr. Carlton’s class on physics, but you’re a senior in your final semester, and your scholarship money doesn’t cover past the allotted four years
you’ve done everything you can possibly think of: going to UTA hours, going to TA hours, going to study sessions in the library, making your own study groups
everything except going and making an appointment with the professor himself
you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive, and you and your friends have gushed a few times about how he hot he is
and you’ve most definitely stared at his veiny arms for far too long in the class and the gray streaks in his hair just seem to make him hotter than he already is
but he was your professor
but you’re also failing your class, and you’re desperate to figure out why all your tests are marked in red, and so you make an appointment with Dr. Carlton to go over your homework
you arrive, and you raise a shaky hand to knock at his door
he tells you come in, and you crack the door open; he’s got his button-up shirt sleeves rolled up to give a perfect view of his thick forearms and you calm yourself
you enter and close the door behind you and sit down in the chair in front of his office
the room is full of memorabilia: posters of movies hung up on every corner and photos of his friends pinned up to the walls, and wow apparently like attracts like because all of his friends are attractive
concentrating back on the task at hand because maybe you stare a little too long at the photos of him and his friends, you pull out your homework from your backpack and ask him, Dr. Car-
but he interrupts and tells you call him Johnny and flashes you a bright smile, and you nearly melt in your seat
but you soldier on, and start going over your homework with Dr-sorry Johnny, and he comes over to sit next to you and leans in close to figure out what you’re doing wrong
you’re nearly dizzy with how close he is, how he smells like expensive cologne, but you continue and rub your thighs together subtly to try and alleviate the pressure on your clit
if Johnny notices, he doesn’t say anything, just points at the paper and tells you exactly where you went wrong in your equation and running his fingers through his hair
halfway into the office hour, you’re nearly a teary mess: you can’t seem to get anything right, and you want to drop out of his class
you technically didn’t need his class, but you thought it would be fun to get a physics minor but the add/drop date had passed and you’re about to cry in your professor’s office
Johnny sighs and leans back, saying that he’s not sure you’re going to pass the class, and you nearly drop to your knees to beg, that you’ll do anything to pass his class
instead, you just let out a quiet ‘oh’ and start packing up your things to leave and go and eat a tub of ice-cream and cry until you can’t see
he puts a warm hand on your thigh, and you freeze, a hot flush spreading over your face as you realize how big his hand is compared to your thigh
he says there is something that you can do to improve your grades, he raises an eyebrow up at you, eying your figure up and down
you suddenly feel conscious of what you look like, dressed in a baggy t-shirt and a knee-length skirt, but he leans back in his seat next to you, spreading his thighs and tells you that you’re smart and you can figure out what he wants
you tremble in your seat at what he’s implying but put your stuff back down and kneel down on the floor in between his legs, mouth beginning to salivate at the thought
you say you’ve never done this before in a quiet voice, but he just stares down at you and says that’s okay, a small smirk on his face, and that he’ll help you
you unbuckle him with shaky hands and pull down his pants to reveal his cock
he’s only half-hard but you’re already nervous at at how big he is
you pump him to full hardness, and he’s biting his lip and wrapping his hands around yours to show him how to give the tip extra attention and to give consistent strokes
eventually, you lean your head forward and give his the tip of his dick a test kiss, and you feel his cock twitch in your hands
so you keep giving his cock little kitten licks and listen to his breathing get more uneven
eventually, he grows tired and tells you to take the tip of his dick in your mouth and to mind your teeth
you listen to him and he groans at the sight of your lips stretching around his girth
he gently guides your head up and down his dick, relishing in how warm and wet your mouth is, and you’re focused on how his heavy cock feels on your tongue
he starts guiding you lower and lower until the tip hits the back of your throat, and you pull back, gagging and coughing as you try to get some air in your lungs
he’s patient, waiting for your coughing fit to pass before he tells you to try again, to breathe through your nose this time
your face is red, but you obey and try again, going slow and breathing through your nose as you take him deep into your throat
you’ve started to rub your thighs together, hoping for some friction, and you dip your fingers into your panties to relieve some of the tension
he notices this and laughs, saying how you’re such a dirty whore for enjoying this
you whine around his dick, and the vibrations have him biting his lip and letting out a low moan
he lets you bob your head up and down his cock slowly, and you pump your hand around what doesn’t fit in your mouth
after a while, he pulls your head off of his dick, and tells you to stick your tongue out while pumping his dick hard and fast
you do so, and he groans at the sight of you so compliant and submissive and cums all over your face
a couple spurts land on your tongue and once he’s done cumming, watching your face intently, you swallow the small amount that you can, and Johnny groans and drags you to your feet
he props you up on his desk and stands in between your legs so that you’re forced to spread your thighs wide for him
he flips your skirt up and laughs at the cute pattern you have on your panties, and you blush, turning your head to the side
he grabs your chin and orders you to keep looking at him, and then he gets onto his own knees and rubs at your pussy through the fabric of your panties
you whimper and clench around nothing, and he chuckles at your reaction before leaning into your pussy and licking at your clit
he eats your pussy through the fabric, lapping at you desperately while you grind your hips into his face
finally, he pulls your panties to the side and sucks on your clit while pushing one of his fingers into your cunt
your hips buck up but one of his arms keeps your body still, and he just hums around your clit
you whimper at the sensation, resisting the urge to throw your head back as he watches you bite your lip to try and keep the volume to a minimum
his finger was thick, much thicker than your own, and you wonder distantly how he’s going to fit his cock inside of you
Johnny just continues to lap at your clit, pumping his finger in and out of you before adding another
he pokes and prods at your insides, until he crooks his fingers just right and you let out a loud whine at the sensation
his eyes brighten, and he fucks his fingers ruthlessly into that spot, sucking and flicking your clit like a mad man as you can barely hold your thoughts together
your face burns red as he maintains eye contact with you, but when he winks at you, you go over the edge and cum all over his fingers
it feels like it lasts forever as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm, but eventually the high fizzles out, and you’re panting like you’ve just ran a marathon
he removes his fingers from your slick pussy, an obscene squelching sound as he does so, and stands up so his cock grinds into your folds, and he places his wet fingers on your lips
you open your lips, and he puts his fingers in your mouth, and you suck on them, whining again as you feel yourself leaking wetness onto his desk
Johnny smiles at you and reaches behind you with his other hand and pulls out a condom from his desk drawer and puts it on
you think through fuzzy thoughts if he had prepared for this beforehand, but before you can give much more though, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, and your mind goes blank
he slips on the condom and rubs his dick over your pussy a few more times before slowly sliding in inch by inch
you both groan at the contact, and Johnny squeezes his eyes shut
he’s never had a pussy so tight and wet in his life, and he’s only holding onto a thread of control
you, on the other hand, are panting, tears pricking at your eyes at the stretch
you’ve fucked yourself on toys before, yes, but none of them were quite as thick as Johnny and you can’t help but whimper in pain and pleasure as he finally bottoms out
he thrusts into you slowly, letting you adjust to the thickness, and before long you’re a whimpering mess on the table
he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the two, and uses his soaked fingers to rub at your clit
you yelp at the contact, still sensitive from his tongue earlier, but he just shushes you, telling you he can’t have the others hear him
and so the only sounds in the room is the wet slap of his hips against yours and your quiet whimpers and his sparse grunts
he’s whispering things into your ear the whole time, how you’re doing so well for him, how pretty you looked on your knees for him, that you’d be better at cocksucking than getting a diploma
your pussy clenches around his cock at his words and your face grows warm at the thought of only being a fuck toy for him, not having to think and only bring a dumb slut for him
Johnny keeps on talking, thrusts getting sloppy and rough as he loses control and gets close to cumming
when he leans into you, lips smashing against yours, you cum on his cock, a loud whine that he muffles with his lips as he cums into his condom
he continues to thrust in and out of you after you’re both done cumming, lips never leaving yours as he kisses you greedily
finally, he pulls away from you and wishes he could take a picture of how you look: dazed and fucked-out
he pulls out of you and ties off the condom and throws it into the trash and pulls some wet wipes out of the drawer to wipe you and himself down
when he’s down cleaning you up, it looks like nothing has happened except for the fact that both of your lips are swollen and red
as you pick up your bag to leave, he gives you one last kiss, squeezing your ass, telling you to expect a bump in your grades and how often to meet him
then, he leans down to your ear and tells you how he saw you drooling at the pictures of his friends earlier and maybe he’ll let them have a piece of you too
you shiver and nod, and he gives you a smack on the ass as you leave, a promise for what’s to come in the future
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talesofesther · 1 year
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tender as the rain
Wednesday Addams x Reader
Summary: You find Wednesday walking alone in the rain.
A/N: If you ask me what this is, I'll be inclined to punch you, lovingly. Literally the result of my boredom and procrastination. Read at your own risk.
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Puddles of mud and water splash around your feet. You're running, or more so walking really fast. You don't want to look desperate, even if you feel it.
The woods are awfully nightmarish with the pouring rain, big drops of water hitting the leaves create sounds that get you on edge. But Wednesday is nowhere to be seen and last you knew she was looking for some old abandoned meeting house in the woods.
She can take care of herself, you know it. However, it doesn't ease the incessant beating of your heart.
You find her following footprints that you were unknowingly walking over. She greets you with a scowl, hair clinging to her forehead and raindrops trickling down her chin.
It's a little awkward, your hands rise to touch her but you stop yourself midway. For a beat, you thought Wednesday seemed confused as to why you stopped, but the look is gone before you can fully register it.
"What are you doing?" You ask a little breathlessly, tasting the rain on your lips as you speak, subtly checking her over for injuries, "the statue dedication is happening soon, you should be getting ready and not… walking in the rain."
That was a good enough excuse, right?
"I'm alright," Wednesday reassures you first, and you mentally curse the way she can read you like an open book, "I was trying to learn more about Crackstone, and following a monster."
You sigh in relief, falling into step beside her as you start walking back to town. Only then do you open your umbrella, it won't do much now that you're already soaked, but it gets Wednesday walking closer to you.
"Without me? I'm hurt," you smirk, though not as confidently as you wanted to.
"Not my fault if you were preoccupied handing out fudges with Bianca," Wednesday huffs with a bite to her tone.
She refuses to look at you, choosing instead to focus on the immensity of the trees around her. You, on the other hand, follow the path of a rogue droplet of rain with your gaze; it drips from her hair and goes all the way to the corner of her lips. You can't help but notice her sullen eyes, the purplish lips, the trembling of her hands.
She's cold. She's been out in the rain much longer than you had.
"You could've said something, I would have come with you," you tell her quietly, feeling the rain soak through your sneakers.
"I didn't need you." Wednesday is still looking away when she mumbles it, so you don't catch the turmoil in her eyes; the fact she'd rather say that, than admit she would never willingly put you in danger.
You're used to the pain that comes with loving her, "yet I'm here anyway."
Weathervane's bathroom doesn't offer much in terms of helping with the wet clothes that cling to your body, but it would have to do.
Yours and Wednesday's coats are draped over one of the bathroom stalls, still dripping; while you do what you can to dry the rest of your clothes and your hair with paper towels.
Wednesday sits on the sink's counter, her hands clasped together on top of her lap. She's only in her white shirt, a few buttons undone; her hair is free of braids, cascading over her shoulders in black waves to dry faster.
It's unnerving how she still refuses to look at you.
This happens sometimes, you'll do something or say something that you can't exactly pinpoint and it'll get Wednesday distancing herself.
Casting a glance at her rigid figure, you bunch up a few paper towels, dampening the edge of it and moving closer to the raven-haired girl. It's only when she looks at the general direction of your face, that you speak; "may I?"
With her nod of consent, you stand between her legs and raise the damp paper to her eyes; she closes them before you even touch her cheek, you can feel her tensing under your touch. Her skin is still cold to the touch, but not as much as it was before you got out of the rain. You refrain from wrapping her body in a hug.
You're gentle with the way you clean the smudged eyeliner from below her eyes. You can feel her breathing fanning over your lips; unsteady, heavy.
Wednesday is gripping tight onto her skirt, and you don't think she realizes the way she starts to lean into your touch.
"Maybe you don't need me," you start in a hush, not sure where you're even going with this, "but you don't need to be alone, you can choose to have someone if you want."
You turn your attention to her hair next, separating one side into three strands and carefully placing one on top of another.
"Either way," you bite your tongue, wondering if you're digging your own grave, "you can tell me to go anytime, and I will."
At last, Wednesday's midnight eyes finally find yours. She looks at you for a long time.
You're close, so close you can count each of her freckles. It feels intimate. And you don't know Wednesday realizes it too. You don't know she's never had this with anyone; that it terrifies her.
She reaches out to you then; nimble, cold fingers tracing the edge of your jaw as if you'd crumble under her touch, "I can't ask that of you."
She tugs at the lapel of your shirt before you can ask why, pulling you to her until you have to brace yourself on the edge of the counter she's sitting on. You're warm on her, a warmth she's grown obsessed with — how foolish, to think she'd be able to escape the Addams family curse.
"As much I'd prefer otherwise," Wednesday pecks the corner of your lips, a kiss that's barely there at all. You feel her words on your skin, "I need you all the time."
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restingobject5757 · 8 months
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@lllamagoddessofficial
Honestly would have posted this sooner if it wasn’t for my busy life. But here it is! I honestly love this au. Being special needs, I love puzzles. Honestly could rack my brain abound one for hours. So, for this au, Sans adopted MC when she was a baby. Most of his life had been consumed by work, and it was draining him, and he thought he could put his everlasting life to use by adopting. She quickly became an important staple in his life and in the lab. She had mostly been raised in the labs by the time she was 5. But one day sans had an important checkup, something about a chamber and system. She was still too Little to understand, but that’s all she could really remember upon waking up.  
Once she woke up, she was hungry and needed to pee. But the clothes she was in weren’t hers, and were way to big, that big orange shirt, yeah that’s not a dress, they made it into one.
Upon waking up she heard Sans’s voice and was excited, because yay its dad! She dose exactly as told and walks into the first test chamber. At the moment Sans was looking at something important like a power core, well the automated messages played and Red watched the test. He would re-watch the first test later.
“The new subject has awoken and has started the test, Sex Female, BPM 80, Temperature 35.5c, weight 35 pounds, date of release-.”
“Weight is inconsistent with record, Check again.” Sans said to Red, believing the number to be an error on Red’s part.
“Checking… Weight 35 pounds.” Red would be able to find that out using the pressure of the floor panels.  
“Number is insufficient with record. Test subjects are recorded to be 170.6 pounds. Check pressure panel for damage.”
“Panel is not damaged. Subject weights 35 pounds.”
“Pressure panel is damaged, weight is inconsistent with record, Check again.”
Well, they are “fighting” Mc would be just struggling to reach the button. Trying everything to just push the button. She’d seen lots of people do it before, but she was still little. It would take hours before sans asked the important question.
“What is the current subjects age.”
“Record says there 5 years old.”
And its at that moment that he finally passes the power core duties to Red so that he can finally get a look at the new subject.
“Note, all subjects are timed as part of the test,” Sans’s automated message would read out.
“Dad! I can’t reach! I need help!” Mc would be griping top panel of the button. Her legs just dangling as she tried to find something she could lift herself up with.  
Sans at that moment would be hit with a wave of parental instinct. however instead of acting, it just makes him freeze, not knowing what to do next, checking and checking all the records he had. Maybe there had been a mistake. The cameras were broken, something.
But no, there was no mistake.
“Dad please help I can’t reach!” Mc would sound a little scared “Help I’m going to’ fall!”.
But that fear would be stopped by the feeling of ground beneath her feet. Sans had made a little stepping stool out of the panels. A little set of stairs so she could reach the button. “Thank you!” and her happy little self would push that button. But instead of going onto the next puzzle that was planned, it’s a soft room with rams and stairs and pits of foam. Its an unfinished puzzle, but right now it’s a cool playroom.  Basically, he makes her a big loop of rooms. The relaxion chamber, the first puzzle and the playroom. This is just until he can figure out what he’s going to do.  
Head cannons:
She is the princess of the labs; she could get away with murder if she wanted.
Sans had made a green space to grow her food.
“Her Test” as it called is just her house. It’s a big open concept with plenty of space to play.
Those cored are what connects Red and sans to those bodies, seeing as how they still need to take care of the labs. But this leads to them sometimes being stepped on.
 Skull doesn’t have to deal with that because they are put into his back. They still can get grabbed though.
Mc always wanted to be a tester went she was little, but sans didn’t allow her because she was too little, but now she can do all the fun “grown up puzzles.” Yeah no, sans had baby proofed the heck out of it.
Mc is turning 6 soon, she likes jokes, puzzles, drawings, toys, and soft things. She’s also super trusting as well.
Sans’s body is skinny and light, but it is strong. That blue part is squishy and is made with a gelation that can heat up, and the silicone is meant to simulate skin. His body was meant to resemble his original one as close as possible.  
Red, is well red, He also has the same silicone and gelation combo, however he was given the height advantage to reach Mc if she got stuck somewhere high. The Eyebrows were to give more expression, seeing as sans was rushing to get his model done, his is vrs.0, well red has vrs.3.8.
Skull now unfortunately skulls head was too big to fit into the spares. So, he is a mashup of vrs 0 to 3. But his model makes up for that with more of the silicone and gelation. Its so that he can give her the physical contact she needs.
As for Hit, well he’s the reasons Mc isn’t in a shock collar.
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Hi, @ep-10 ! I was your truce gifter this year for @phandomholidaytruce and I decided to use your prompts for a Japanese ghost--kinda, but mostly for a biopunk fantasy au. You're getting some character designs for a biopunk fantasy AU set in a world suspiciously similar to Sengoku era Japan! And also backstory. Mostly backstory, really.
Warning for someone getting baked alive in a kiln.
I mean, we all know who.
Jack and Maddie Fenton are a married pair of researcher/alchemists who've been brought into the country with the influence of an old friend of theirs, Vlad. He wants them to figure out the secret to producing porcelain, an expensive and magically versatile ceramic with a production process that's a closely guarded secret in a nearby, much more economically powerful country.
To this end, Vlad has supplied the Fentons with enough wealth and resources to not ask things like "where did you get this?" and "what exactly is going to happen when it gets out that we're trying to make porcelain?"
As it turns out, this is a very important question, because together the pair piece together how to build a kiln that burns hotter than any they've ever seen before and for the very first time make the coveted porcelain.
The victory is short lived: their son Daniel goes missing that very day, and then their search for him is waylaid by another discovery: some of the porcelain is coming to life, animated by a horrific amalgam of flesh and vitriol. They must find Danny, but first they must make sure the monsters they've made are destroyed…
So! The three big players in our cast of characters here are Jack, Maddie, and poor, poor Danny. They are coincidentally the only ones I had time to do a character design for, so let's look at Jack first, who is holding an experimental porcelain vase:
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That's quite an outfit. It's, uh. Not quite standard in the Sengoku: while he's wearing a hitatare, it's been modified, and he's chosen not to wear pants because it's technically not, like, a crime. I chose this for him because Jack:
a) Does not care about what everyone thinks of what he's wearing, or he wouldn't wear a jumpsuit all the time in canon b) Hates the feel of most clothes
Hitatare were growing in popularity during the Sengoku because of how comfortable they were, so it seemed a good fit for Jack. They didn't necessarily need to be worn with hakama if you were of a lower class, but it would be frowned upon to go without if you were off a higher class.
The modifications he and Maddie have made to it make it even less restrictive than a standard hitatare, and a bit more suited to their work of experimenting with kilns and clay.
The obi is stitched into place, so it doesn't actually act like a belt and put a line of pressure across Jack's stomach, and they've added a button to the side to hold the hitatare closed, instead. The stitching around the sleeve openings is pretty archaic by this point, but they've kept (or added) it so he can draw the openings closed when he wants, and a second draw string runs along his sleeve to let him draw the sleeves away from his hands when needed, while still letting him let them extend to their full length to act as a barrier between his skin and unpleasant textures.
He's got some leather gloves and a pair of very early goggles to protect his hands and eyes from the heat of the kilns.
The geta act as an additional layer of protection against bad textures, since they should keep him above mud.
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Maddie, here holding a shattered fragment of porcelain, is dressed far less eccentrically, because this (left) is before the porcelain came to life. She's just wearing a kosode with hakama and a leather apron. (She has gloves too, they're just tucked away at her back) The smaller sleeves stay out of the way while she works, and the hakama are roomy. She's wearing waraji, because she prefers what I assume is more stable footing and a lower center of gravity.
This is especially true after they start fighting the porcelain. Pictured here, you can see she keeps her hair out of her face with a standard low ponytail, and the Fenton Anti-Creep stick manages to still exist in this world, despite all odds.
This Anti-Creep stick is a bokken with embedded teeth of broken porcelain for a better shattering potential--metal, especially enough metal of sufficient quality for a sword, is expensive, and they're dealing with something that's only a stronger ceramic…
Which brings us to the kiln. And, to his great misfortune, to Danny.
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This is a multi-chambered climbing kiln. While I don't think it's the first kiln that allowed firing temperatures to reach that required for porcelain in Japan in our world, it's the most common and appeared around the same time as that first one. The design of it encourages airflow in a way that traps and directs heat to build it on itself and distribute it reasonably evenly.
The kiln chambers would get filled with the pots to be fired, then they would set a fire in the little step down in each chamber. Then they would seal the kiln chambers entrances with fire bricks, except for a small stoking hole to keep the fires fed.
Then they'd light the main fire at the mouth to the first, lowest chamber called the stoke hole and the fire box respectively.
And then they would keep the fires lit, and feed them, wood upon wood upon wood…
Until eventually, the kiln warmed, grew sweltering, grew hot, hot like fire, like iron in a forge and then hotter still, until the whole of the inside glows.
Like the center of the earth.
At the lowest, porcelain requires a firing temperature of 1000 degrees. Celsius.
Brass melts, at that temperature. Porcelain itself gets its strength from melting.
And Danny…
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Danny tripped. Danny was loading one of the chambers, and he tripped and he hit his head and by the time he woke he was sweating.
He tried to crawl away from where he knew the fires were. The flue, where the spent air left the kiln, has charred finger marks where his burnt away after the carbon dioxide and heat drove him unconscious a second time.
It was a mercy.
By the time he woke again, his body was cooling.
You see, the Fentons enchanted the kiln to make it try to repair pieces that were falling apart during the firing process. And, if one piece was destroyed in the firing anyway, to use the fragments to reinforce the other pieces in the kiln.
Danny was in the kiln. Danny's body failed.
Bone ash is not a critical ingredient in porcelain, but its presence makes it much, much stronger.
Danny woke up made of porcelain.
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His sandals left black on the soles of his feet and the fingers on one hand that had burned looked skeletal. But he woke up.
And he ran.
Later, he'll find help. Later, he'll find a way to fight the other things in the kiln that day, and the results of later firings. Later, he'll meet a boy who loves puzzles and information and who teaches him how to use a bow and arrow to keep his fragile body intact. He'll meet a girl who loves foraging (partly because it gets her away from her parents) but loves justice more.
(Whether he'll stop wearing his clothes like a corpse is another question.)
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Danny here is wearing something hitatare adjacent and hakama, along with a yugake.
Happy truce!
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nonsensical-pixels · 6 months
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exactly what it says on the tin title! after watching @skittlesplays manually resize hundreds of recolor files on stream (and trying to do it myself...), i decided that the only solution when it comes to editing textures for ts2 was... photoshop! here are 9 photoshop actions geared towards 4t2 conversions, but hey, maybe you could use them for other stuff too 💖
i made these for personal use and have been using them on and off for the last few months, so i suppose you could say they've been sufficiently tested... the actions included aren't final though, i might go back and add a few more as my areas of expertise expand 😅 more info and instructions under the cut, long post warning! 👇🏽
DOWNLOAD: SFS | MF 📄
if you encounter any issues with these actions, please do reach out to me and i'll try my best to help! or if you'd like to add on to them, edit them, etc. in any way, please feel free to 😀
How to Install These Actions
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open up photoshop and click on the big 'play' button in the corner. that's the actions tab. then click on the little down arrow and 4 lines in the corner of that subwindow.
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select 'load actions' from the list, and navigate to wherever you've installed my .atn file! then that's it, you've got them installed, easy-peasy.
How to Use These Actions (1 at a Time)
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open up the texture that you want to edit in photoshop; for this example i'm using a dress i'm 4t2'ing from the throwback fit kit. now it's time to decide which action you're gonna use to make this texture compatible with ts2!
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as the texture is 1024 x 2048, i'm gonna use the 'texture clothing: 1024x2048 to 1024x1024' action to downsize it.
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ta-da! now it's a reasonable size!
How to Use These Actions (Dozens at a Time)
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now for what this set was really made for: editing a ton of textures at a time! just go to file -> automate -> batch...
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and navigate to the textures you'd like to batch-edit. here's a few things you should probably keep in mind: - checking 'include all subfolders' will edit ALL the textures from that filepath onwards. - if you set your destination as 'save and close' as pictured, all your files will be autosaved after the action has been run. - so if you don't want to live on the edge, like me, and are afraid of running the wrong action, just open up one of the files you're batch-editing and check which action should be run on it before you do the other files.
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and behold! all of my textures have been cut down, and a bunch of my time saved 😎
Examples of Stuff Each Action Can Be Used For
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in case you were curious! the first two actions, i mainly use for objects. a lot of ts4 cc creators have their texture sizes set to 2048x2048 or even more, which is way more than (my) ts2 can normally handle. i mean, that much for a candle? geez! so these two actions are used to cut down those textures and not kill your graphics cards.
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these are for cas stuff, like clothing, hairs, and accessories. alpha creators tend to have larger texture sizes, but ea's are almost always a cool 1024x2048. just make sure you check before you run the actions!
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trim is... i honestly can't remember the last time i used trim, just... if you need it, it's there
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the last two actions are for floors and walls! floors are set to autosave as .bmp; walls are up to you. the texture sizes are made to match homecrafter's.
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and... that's about it! lol. i know this isn't normally what i post, but i figured that since a lot more people are getting into 4t2 converting recently, these actions might help y'all.
have a great day, have a fun time simming, and keep being awesome guys 😘
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spider999sposts · 8 months
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could you write a freaky virgin reader and miguel o’hara smut? like he would expect she’s all quiet and shy, but she’s been waiting for it for a long time and finally gets to show off her moves ;))
Surprise—Miguel O'Hara
🕸genre: smut. 18+ only.
🕸tags: virgin!female!reader × Miguel o'hara
🕸a.n: hope this is good enough anon! I spent sm time writing this while i was struggling from writer's block lol
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"Mig, can we please get out of here?"
The tugs on his jacket and the nervous gaze you held made him put his drink down on the counter, protectively wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you into him.
"Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself." A blush crept to your cheeks, Miguel arched his brow. Something is off, he thought. You were not drinking ever since you arrived with him, you were looking at him with an unexplainable look in your eyes, and you clunged to his side—which was the only normal thing about you that night by far.
Your feet shuffled, "I know, I was— I am— but," Your irsis met his, a dazed, unfathomable cloud glazing over them. To Miguel, you were an open book, so he found it a little odd how he couldn't for the life of him figure out what's wrong.
You tip-toed to whisper in his ear, and he leaned down to help you out, his grip around your waist tightened, "I need you."
"What?" He replied softly, straightening up and looking around, wondering if anyone else heard that. "You need me?" He repeated, like the demand sounded unreal to him, and it was.
You've never done it before, with him, at least that's what he thought he knew, so the statement felt new.
"Please?" Your desperate plea and how your eyelashes batted at him was enough to weaken even the strongest of men. The buldge in his pants was tightening, he could feel his cock twitching underneath the fabric. He picked up his discarded whiskey, downing it all in one gulp, before leading you outside by the arm.
The two of you rode the elevator to his penthouse, with Miguel trying his best not to pounce on you right then and there. Being the man who owns the HQ building came with many perks, one of them is that it took exactly five–minutes to get to his bed.
You laid down on the wine coloured duvet, your dress riding up your thigh and the sparkly strap slipping off your shoulder. Miguel kicked off his shoes and got on top, mesmerised by the sight of you underneath him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He didn't comply, and instead sat you up, not daring to pull away. He unzipped your dress, slipping it off of you, all while intertwining your tounges in your mouth. He pulled you onto his thigh, while you undid his shirt, working on the buttons. You tasted like mints and citrus, your soft lips parted only ever so slightly, as you grinded your clothed, swollen heat on his thick thigh, cum oozing through your flimsy underwear and soaking his pants.
Miguel pulled you underneath him once his shirt slipped off, his eyes meeting yours for the second time ever since you told him those three words back at the party.
"I need you? Who says that to a man?" He rasps, his mouth at your ear, sucking the skin underneath it, leaving a big purple bruise for everyone to see. "Do you want to drive me crazy? Do you know how much I've wanted to do this?" He says in between each and every kiss, "How hard it was not ripping your tight-ass suit right off of you, everytime you walk into my office?"
He dives in, sucking on your neck, peppering kisses all over your collarbones. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mig, Ah—Wait—" He didn't, his mind clouding with everything he wanted to do now that he could have you. All the pent up frustrations from times where he wanted to take you right then and there finally had an outlet. He was still loittering your neck with nips and hot kisses, sucking and biting to give you the brightest hickeys.
You were moaning, loudly at that, but your taps on his chest made him look up. "Mig, Wait—" When he raised his head, your face was flushed red. "I—I need to tell you something first." You pursed your lips, tangling your hands in his dark curls.
"I'm..This is my first time."
Miguel's dick twitched.
"Your first time?"
"Mhm, and there are...things I wanted to try."
His ruby eyes darkened, and a smirk made its way on his face. "Oh, is that so? Don't you want me to take the lead?" He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. He'd ruin you, have you quivering and blabbering after he'd fucked the words out of your mouth, he'd mold your insides and mark you as his. The fact that he'd never done it with you was one thing, but this was something else entierly.
You rolled your eyes at his mocking tone, as he went back to lap at your exposed nape, pushing the dress down your thighs, leaving in only your underwear. "Mm—Ah, Mig—Not so hard.." His fangs grazed your shoulder blade, and he gently sunk his teeth into the plush skin, leaving two puncture wounds. He licked the wound he caused you, then pressed a kiss to your lips, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers with his free hand.
You looked down at his length, your eyes widening at the sheer girth. He was massive, and really, really hard. You were going to have a rough fitting all of him inside of you.
Miguel grinned, his talons tugging at the flimsy underwear you wore. "¿Como lo que ves?" You felt the cold air hit your heated cunt, coming to realise that Miguel has tore the fabric right off of you.
[Like what you see?]
"M-Miguel—" Your mouth opened, but nothing came out, his fingers collected the juices that had formed between your legs, and he looked at his hands, amused. "All this for me? No wonder you wanted to get out of that party, mi amor." You pouted at how he teased you, grabbing his wrist. His sticky fingers rested on your lips, and you opened your mouth, sucking on the two of them. Miguel shuddered, "Oh, good girl.." He praised, and that was enough to make you flip the tables.
You pushed Miguel onto the bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he raised his hands at an attempt to go back to your original position, but you quickly grabbed your ripped underwear, wrapping it around his hands.
"What are you doing—" His eyes flashed, the sensation of your mouth on his neck made him jolt. "Untie me, now." He could very well rip that flimsy fabric off of him, you knew that too, but he was too amused. You ignored his request, kissing his hard abdomen, feeling the scars he had on his sides with the tips of your fingers. A deep groan irrupted from him as your mouth came closer and closer to his v-line. You didn't stop.
Your hands wrapped around his cock, your thumb stroking his tip. "Don't—" Your eyes were no longer familiar to him. That innocent and shy glint in your eyes he always saw was no where to be found. Like a siren, he was lured into your trap, and pretty easily too.
Your hand moved, in slow, upward and downward motions. "Fuckkkk.." Miguel grunted, staring at you as you pumped him. Your warm mouth wrapped around his tip, licking the pre-cum that spilled out of him and letting him go with a pop! "Amor, you—" Your pace was faster, you were touching him with one hand, while the other slid down to touch your swollen clit.
Miguel's eyes never left you, he watched you as you touched yourself, as your hands teased your bundle of nerves. "You know, I can help you with that." You squeezed him, and he let out a guttural growl, his eyes flashing for a second. "I have a better idea."
You let go of him, and instead, you move towards his face, your thighs at both sides of his head. Miguel's eyes widen, his nose flares, you could feel the warm air from his breath hitting your wet cunt.
"Oh, I see." His tounge runs along your folds, in a straight strip, collecting all what he can on it. "Turn around. And come a little lower." He demands, and you do as told. You move your cunt a little lower, and your face comes to face his dick. You look back at him, hesitant, and he rolls his eyes.
"You're the one who wanted this." His baritone voice sends vibrations up your legs, "Tú eres quien lo comenzó, nena." You nodded, kissing his tip.
[you're the one who started this, baby.]
Miguel buries his head in you, sucking, licking and lapping at your exposed heat like a man in drought. You open your mouth, and take whatever you could from his length, sucking on it while you wrapped your hand around the part near his base, where you couldn't fit in your mouth. "Estás caliente..¹" His muffled groans, and him squeezing your hips the way he was only encouraged you. You pumped him into your mouth, swirling your tounge around him, his sheer girth and length made you tear up as you hollowed your cheeks just to suck him a little harder. "Meirda...where the fuck did you learn to do that with your mouth, nena?" Miguel thrusted up and you almost choked. He pulled you back by your hips, fully burying himself between your legs. You felt your hole clench around his tounge, "W-Wait, Miguel—Ah—I think I'm gonna—" He tossed you off of him, and back onto the bed. His hands wrapped around your wrists, locking them above your head in a tight grip. You could see that the fabric of your panties was long discarded on the other side of the room, only some torn bits of it anyway. Miguel's cock was buried between your folds, teasing at your entrance. "Eres tan descarada.²" He whispered, your cum glossing his plump lips.
[¹you're warm]/[²you're a minx]
His tip was at your hole, and you could feel him pushing in. The stretch made your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth in an 'O' and your back arching high up till your chest collided with Miguel's. "M-miguel, I can't—I won't be able to take it—"
"Where is your confidence now, hm?" He teased, pushing in further. You squeezed around him, dragging a grunt out of him. Your legs felt like they would split open at any minute, and there was this twing of pain for a moment. Miguel let your hands go, and let you grab onto his shoulders, as you shut your eyes close, a tear at the corner of your eye.
"That's it, amor, it's okay." He whispered, his thumb swiping across your cheek to flick the tears away. He was much more gentle now, holding you still by the hips, "I'll move when you tell me to." You took a moment to adjust to his size, the sheer girth of him was too much to handle. "How does it feel?" He mumbled, leaning down to kiss you, his hand pressing against your abdomen, feeling it to pinpoint exactly where he reached. "Good, really good. You can...You can move." Out of breath, you lay back down, trying to relax. You closed your eyes for a mere second, before they blew open again. Your legs clung around his torso, as he pounded into you.
If anyone had accidently ridden the elevator to the penthouse, they would've heard something along the lines of "Oh—Ah, faster!" or the name "Miguel!" being repeated over and over again like a mantra.
You let him be on top, but as soon as you felt close, you pushed him down beside you, turning your back to him and grinding your hips against his, jumping up and down on him. Miguel sat up just slightly, your back against his hard chest, his hands on your breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them as he pleased. "Such a good girl.." He purred, biting at your neck. You let out a pathetic whine, turning to look at his crimson irsis. Miguel nodded, catching your lips in his in a passionate kiss.
You felt your walls clench around him, and you let yourself reach your high, riding it out. Miguel followed right after you, painting your walls white and keeping himself inside, holding you to his chest. You were trembling, breathless, and fucked right out of your mind, nuzzling your face in the nape of his neck.
"For your first time," He pulled out, gently pulling you into the bed, "You sure know alot of stuff." You blushed, cuddling to his chest. "I just...I saw some things, and I thought I'd want to try them with you."
"Oh, you saw some things? I'll have LYLA show me your search history then."
"Miguel!"
A shit-eating grin appeared on his handsome face, sweat beads falling from his forehead down his cheek. "I want to know what you'll have for me next time, is all."
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olderthannetfic · 4 months
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This opinion could go either way with people, but I also think most won't read bc this got long. Also, preface: This is about individual artists and authors, maybe some small indie companies, not huge production companies or whatever.
I'm really really tired of people who constantly harp on specific artists, and writers about what they create, and demanding they "diversify" their works, instead of just looking for artists and authors who already do exactly what they ask for.
I'm not saying you cannot wish for more diversity, especially from your favourite creators, but it's baffling to me how someone wastes so much energy demanding, and hating on an artist who's been drawing the same "genre" for years, same with authors. Instead of using all that energy on actually finding and then supporting the artists and authors and indie studios who do.
Yes some artists only draw one body type, on race, one trope, one dynamic, and they get a huge following. An author who only writes a specific set of characters, culture, and a certain genre. But how about of instead of going after that artist, you actually go and support artists who draw more diverse already? How about you buy books and read the works of authors who already writes the things you want? How about you support artists and authors who not only write these things, but maybe even have actual experience with what they write about?
I'm not excusing or justifying "laziness" of artists and authors who don't want to branch out, those who refuse to ever update their skill-set and become stagnant. But at some point you also need to figure out that these artists don't need to do anything they don't want to, and if they want to stick to their little niche, then that's their hole they want to stay in.
You can then either leave and find someone who created a much broader type diverse of works, or you could find some other, maybe even less popular artist, who also stick to their own thing but creates exactly what you want. Hell, how about you follow all the artists who create things you like so that all the things you see can hit all the buttons? Instead of wanting one person to do everything, find many artists and authors who do their own thing.
You want more diverse works to look at or read, but for some reason so many people don't want to diversify the amount of artists and authors they look at/read and follow, or they only stick to a certain puddle of artists and authors. They don't even bother going outside of it, to see that the entire ocean is filled with people creating different things.
Hell, some times it's actually quite nice when an artist or author just sticks to their niche because you know exactly what to expect. You follow the boobs and ass artist? Well you know to always expect some good boobs and ass. You bought books from the dramatic fuckery author? Well you know you'll always get some prime dramatic fuckery from their stories.
I feel like a lot of people are just really lazy, and want to be spoon-fed works they want from who they want, instead of putting their big kid panties on and just finding people who fit their tastes. Actually helping those artists and authors succeed, instead of sticking to one person and becoming pointlessly angry that the artist who's been drawing the same thing for years, still just wants to draw the same thing, or the author who's written in the same field for decades still only writes in that same field.
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ೃ⁀➷kinkmas day #6
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ intro ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ roulette ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ masterlist
ೃ⁀➷ P28:#(captivity) with C:#23 (superman)
ೃ⁀➷ henry cavill's superman x fem reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 1.k+
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: explicit smut, captivity (duh!),p in v sex! virgin clark kinda! poorly written in like thirty minutes on my phone!
ೃ⁀➷ a/n henry cavill's superman, henry cavill's superman, henry cavill's superman, henry cavill's superman, henry cavill's superman
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you were not aware of how much time had passed in that cave. you knew it had to be enveloped in lead, your captors had alluded to the fact if only to worsen your torture.
you had given up hope. your skirt barely covered your legs. you did not exactly remember how you ended up here, kidnapped with your co-worker. you curled in on yourself. your body shivering with cold.
you stared at your partner in captivity
he sat with his back leaning on the wall.
his usually kept hair in disarray.
his tight white button-down shirt straining against his -oh god he was big- bulging muscles. who knew what clark kent was hiding under that stuck-up exterior?
he sighed, his eyes wandering over your shivering body.
“come here.”
“huh?” your head ached.
“i don’t want you to die from cold.”
you crawled towards him and damn him if he did not stare.
your eyebrows drew together, clearly out of your league.
he moved toward you, his huge hands sliding under your arms and pulling you to him.
you could not help it. your body wrapped around his huge warm figure.
your legs around his torso. legs close to you.
his arms moved up and down your back.
you whimpered.
“fuck.” he sighed.
your laugh was shaky. “clark kent, such dirty words are unbecoming.” your voice wobbled with cold.
your lips were frozen, about to fall off, and in a moment of delusion, you pressed your lips against his warm neck.
he grunted, his arms tightening around you.
you instantly backtracked. “s-sorry clark.”
his laugh went straight to your core, warming you.
“it's alright, take what you need. i don’t want you to die from the cold.”
he hummed, thinking something over, before sliding his warm, warm hands under your shirt.
you moaned and arched your back into his warmth.
you. burrowed your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed by your reaction.
you chose to ignore the fact that you had to control yourself from rubbing against him. against your co-worker. crush for however many years. since you walked into the daily planet. into pure kansas beef. he was respectful and funny, and his smile could melt you silly.
he was a total geek, and his slicked-back hair, and his glasses. he was so tense all the time. on edge. you wanted to loosen him up all the time.
you wanted to run your hands through his hair.
and clark was not stupid. he just found you too precious to involve himself with you. he did not want you to be involved in his dangerous life. and now you were. he had half a mind to reveal his identity to get you out of here. but he could not place you in that danger. so he waited. waited for help to come.
and he could not help but enjoy you wrapped around him.
“clark.” you gasped.
he hummed.
“this is improper.”
he hummed.
his hands moved against your back.
clark had a lot of self-control if he said so himself. he seldom allowed himself to be selfish. but he could not stop his hands from wandering of their own volition. and you felt so good. and you were shivering and cold, and who was he to let you freeze?
and then you moaned his name. and blood rushed to his dick.
you felt him harden. and you burrowed your face into his neck. your cold lips warming.
you rubbed your hips on his hardness. and he moaned.
his hands on your ass. stopping you from moving.
“clark. i’m cold.”
he hummed in acknowledgment, distracted by the feel of your flesh in his hands.
“clark, let go,” you murmured.
he stiffened. shit. “sorry.” he meant to move his hands.
you nipped his ear. “let go clark, let yourself be selfish.”
and he did. his hands sliding to your front.
his warm hands against your pebbled nipples made your body shiver. your core clench.
he slid his hands down, down, down.
your lips latched into his neck.
his hands went under your skirt, and with surprising strength, he tore your panties, the bite of the fabric so painful it felt good.
your bare cunt rubbed against his slacks. and you were a moaning whimpering mess.
your hands lowered to push his pants down, separating your hips for a second for him to lift his and let himself bare to you.
in a silent understanding, you sunk into him. his groans egged you on.
he was fully sheathed in you, and you could not stop yourself from squirming. the burn of the stretch painfully delicious your pussy gushed.
he felt the warmth and moaned. thrusting up slightly.
he hit your cervix and your hands went to his hair. making the mess they so desperately wanted to.
you rolled your hips softly, the cavern filled with moans.
he was trembling. that was quick.
“i’m-“
he tried to push you off, his attempts half-assed, giving you room to move but making it clear he wanted to fill you up.
“fill me up clark. come in me.”
you felt his cock spurt inside you. and he sagged, but he stayed hard in you.
you giggled. “for a virgin, you sure do have stamina, who are you, superman?”
and god if you did not uncover two of his truths, but he wasn’t a virgin anymore.
it was apparent by how fast he came.
he froze.
and you could read him so well you laughed. your hips moving up and down.
“well, superman, why don’t you break us out of here so you can fuck me without restraints.” half-joked, but he stood up, his dick still inside you, and the floor gave away under you.
you screamed. reality crashing into you. you had superman’s dick inside you.
he crashed through the roof, thank god for your skirt hiding where you two joined.
thank god you were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.
where he fucked you senselessly in the middle of the woods making you scream.
he smiled at you, re-arranged both your clothes, wrapped an arm around you, and took you back to civilized society.
but now you knew what it felt like to fuck superman, and you were never going back to human men.
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Imagine getting caught making out with Shuri in the lab
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Shuri was really starting to wish that she'd just left you alone for the night, and waited for your shift to start the next morning. But after taking one look at a new design and some upgrades for the kimono beads. You had been working on for the past week. She decided that the two of you needed to get the prototype done asap.
It didn't occur to her that you might have had plans, but it really didn't matter. Because you had no problem dropping your plans in order for a last minute session with Shuri.
She just wished you would've thought to change clothes before coming to the lab. How exactly was she supposed to focus on the project? When you waltzed into the lab wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered your thighs, and short-sleeved indigo button-up shirt with only the last three buttons done. You threw on a lab coat and joined her at her work station with a smile. For a second all she could was stare as you leaned up against the table swiping the tablet.
"So you think the electrical shock would be a good addition?" You asked her without looking up.
Shuri barely heard the question and didn't answer fast enough. You glanced up at her and saw how focused she was on you. "Princess did you hear me?"
Shuri shook her head snapping out of the trance. "Um yeah electrical shock would be a great idea."
"Alright Groi can you pull the schematics up on the big screen." You said moving to stand in front of Shuri.
"Of course Ms.Y/N" The A.I. system said. The blueprint for the new kimoyo beads popped up on the giant clear screen. You went too work your hands flying across the touch screen. "So I was thinking we could go ahe-" You paused feeling a hand grip your hip. You glanced over your shoulder to see it was Shuri who had closed the distance between you two. Leaving barely any space between your bodies your breath hitched at. The lust that you could see in her eyes as she bit her lip.
"Are you trying to drive me crazy?" She whispered.
"Not really but I'm not complaining if I am." You replied with teasing smirk. You and Shuri had been doing the will they or won't they thing for a couple of months now. While you wanted nothing more than to be with her, you decided it was best to let her make the first move. Since she was the Princess of Wakanda and all, but Shuri held off on revealing her feelings for you. Unsure if you felt the same way or if you were just being flirty with her. Not to mention she figured now wasn't the best time for her to be in a relationship. But if there was one thing both of knew was sure of. It was the sexual tension whenever the two of you worked together in close proximity with each other.
Usually Shuri didn't have a problem keeping her hands, or thoughts to herself. But usually you and her didn't work in the lab this late at night when it was completely empty, and you weren't showing this much skin.
"For Bast's sake y/n I only have so much willpower" She murmured against your ear.
"Personally I think that's the problem Princess" You said with a light shrug. The next thing you knew Shuri turned your body around so you were facing her, and her lips crashed into yours in feverish and passionate kiss. Immediately your hands came up to rest on her neck while you leaned in returning the kiss. The saying about fireworks going off in your head didn't do you any justice right now. As your lips moved in sync with hers, both of you pouring as much emotion into this one kiss. That you could muster you wanted Shuri to know just how long you had been waiting for this very moment. Her hands stayed on your hips in the beginning, but at some point they started roaming lower.
You let out a small gasp feeling her warm hands touch the back of your thighs. She smirked taking the opportunity to slip her tongue inside of your mouth. The battle for dominance didn't last long as you gave in almost immediately. Shuri nudged you backwards until your back hit the work table, and with her assistance you hopped onto it. The kiss was broken for the first time after a full three minutes, not only to give both of you a breather. But so she could knock away all the papers and equipment in your way. You waited until she was done then scooted backwards, and parted your legs. Shuri moved to stand in between them with a playful smirk on her lips. One of her hands came up to rest upon your cheek, and just like that her lips were back on yours. Her other hand started popping the buttons of your shirt, and you smiled into the kiss. If you had known this is all that it would've took to get her to cave. You would've done it months ago.
For a while nothing else existed in the world except the feel of her lips on yours, and the electric feeling shooting through your body as her hands roamed all over. One of your hands were tangled into her curls that would brush up against your face every now and then. While your other hand rested on her shoulder with your arm wrapped around her neck. At some point you leaned back too far and a set of vials crashed to the floor shattering upon impact. Shuri broke the kiss to look over your shoulder for just a second. "They were empty" she barely finished before you went back in. You would clean it up later.
"Princess Shuri I think I should inform-" Groi spoke up breaking the silence.
"Not now Groi" Shuri demanded tugging your body closer to hers by your shirt.
"But Princess you ne-" The A.I. System tried again.
"I said not now" she repeated in a tone that left no room for discussion. Her lips were now on your neck as you bit your lip suppressing a moan.
Groi didn't try to speak again after that, and thirty seconds later both of you wished. She had let him finished as the elevator doors opened for her mother and Okoye to step out. But you and her were too lost in each other to be aware of their arrival. You were trying to pull back truly curious as to what the A.I. wanted, but her lips chased yours relentlessly. You grinned into the playful kiss nipping at her lip.
"Y/N" she exclaimed breaking away with a light chuckle.
"And here I was thinking it was your technology keeping you down here all night" Queen Ramonda said.
Your eyes snapped up looking over her shoulder to see the Queen of Wakanda and the General of the Dora Milaje standing a few feet away. "Oh crap your Highness and General" You exclaimed pushing Shuri away. You dropped your head in embarrassment. Shuri cursed under her breath and turned around to face her mother. She made sure to position her body in front of yours. Hiding you from their view while you worked clumsily to button your shirt all the way up.
"Um mother what are you doing here?" She asked nervously playing with her fingers.
Queen Ramonda shook her head with a smile. "I was coming down here to make sure you weren't trying to spend another night cooped in this lab working. But I'm seeing now that work is the last thing on your mind."
"Mother please" Shuri whined.
"I'm assuming this is the girl you've been going on about for the past three months" Her mother said.
"That's her" Okoye answered before Shuri could say anything. The Princess let out a groan slapping her forehead. You were finally done making your clothes as decent as possible, and hopped off the table. You peeked out from behind Shuri to look up at her. "Wait you've talked about me with your mom."
"You're all she talks about when you're not around" Okoye told you.
"Okoye I'm never telling you anything ever again" Shuri said throwing her hands in the air. Okoye simply smirked and shot you a wink.
"Indeed y/n I have heard many things about you" Queen Ramonda confirmed.
"I hope they were all good" You replied nervously.
"Oh they were I was waiting for the day she would bring you over."
"Okay so can I please get a few minutes alone with y/n. I promise mother I will go to bed at a decent time tonight" Shuri pleaded.
"Of course my child and make sure you actually get some rest" Her mother replied with a smirk.
"Oh god" She mumbled turning back around. Her hands finding your waist as she rested her forehead on your shoulder.
Okoye let out a chuckle as her and the Queen walked back onto the elevator. You waved goodbye at them with a nervous smile as both of nodded at you.
"They're gone" You told Shuri once the elevator doors closed, and it descended upward.
Shuri lifted her head from your shoulder to look in the eyes. "I guess we should talk about this huh."
"Or we could just skip that part and go on a real date" You suggested with a small shrug.
"Oh really" She said raising an eyebrow.
"You made your feelings very obvious to me a couple of minutes ago, and if I didn't give you a good enough memo of how I felt with that kiss. Then I don't think there's much more I can do besides say it" You told her.
Shuri pressed her forehead up against yours closing her eyes. "I want to hear you say it."
Your hands came up to cup her face between the palm of your hands up. "I really really like you and I want to be with you more than anything in this world. I want to wake up in the same bed as you in the morning. I want to fall asleep in your arms. I want to hear my name on your lips as I-"
She cut off you pressing her lips to yours in brief but loving kiss. "You can save that last one for tonight."
You grinned. "Your mother told you to get some rest tonight."
"I never actually said I would now did I" Shuri said with a smirk. "Besides we can get plenty of rest in the morning."
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Midnight - Joseph Quinn pt. 4
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You start healing your heart.
18+ MDNI
(FINAL PART aaah sorry it took so long, let me know what you think, i'm happy with it, feels good to give them an ending)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
It had been months since you last spoke to Joe, the only tabs you kept on him were unwillingly through the media. Fans had named you another ‘unknown fling’ which the more you thought about it the more you understood. ‘Leave him alone he’s a grown man he can date who he wants’ you’d read next to a picture of yourself latched onto the man of the year.
Your heart hurt less now, the denial and delusion long passed. You and Joe were over, he hadn’t contacted you in almost 3 months. He was off filming another movie, being papped with new girls, you were old news, figuratively and literally.
You were more open to moving on yourself, having been on a few dates.
All was going well, you were healing. About time, too. You had spent a good portion of the year getting hurt by a man who was never yours.
Your flatmate had been rambling on about her work crush while you curled your hair by your vanity. You, only half listening as you tried not to burn your neck.
“How about you?” Her question snapped you back to reality.
“Me?”
“Yeah, seeing anyone? What’s the love life like”.
You shrugged, “nothing exciting, I’m focussing on me right now I think”.
Your flatmate hummed in response, “Good idea”.
By the time you had finished your hair and makeup you had both downed a couple shots of tequila, claiming that tonight was going to be a loose one.
Now in the middle of a beer garden, under a heat lamp, clutching a vodka redbull you wished you had brought a warmer coat, and maybe had an extra shot before leaving the house. Your friend had long forgotten her work crush, opting for a tall gym rat type with an eyebrow piercing across the room. Your three social media feeds you had been flicking through had gotten old about 20 minutes ago and you were prepared to just call it a night when a presence beside you caught your attention.
“You look lonely” The man beside you had your heart skip a beat, he was like Joe, but off brand. Big kind eyes, soft curly hair, lived in stubble and an expensive looking button up tucked into equally expensive looking pants. On his face he wore round metal framed glasses, a small part of your brain wanted to make note of how good Joe would look in those glasses.
“I do don’t I” You replied, looking around to emphasise that you were in fact alone.
“I was just over there thinking how much of a shame it was that a lovely girl like yourself was all on her own” The man spoke smoothly, your cursed at how easy it was to swoon over him.
“Were you now?” You teased.
“That drink still cold?” He asked, motioning his head towards the glass in hand. You looked down to notice the condensation dripping down your fingers, ice completely melted.
“Might need a new one” You shrugged.
“What’s your poison?”
You answered with your drink, and he promised to be back with your order, leaving with a wink.
You wanted to take this guy home purely to kill your boredom, but you felt how risky it could be due to his resemblance to the guy you were trying to get over. In moments like these you’d think on what your flatmate would say. But this one left you divided. ‘Go for it babe get out there’ and ‘he looks a bit too much like Joe though’ were flicking back and forth through your mind.
“Its uncanny really” A new voice spoke from beside you. You spun around, that voice being all too familiar, that voice making your stomach do a flip, you hid your emotions well though.
“What are you talking about” You answered.
Beside you was the real Joe, dressed almost identical to the man you had just been talking to, the man that had just gone to get you a new drink.
“He looks exactly like me” There was a hint of entitlement you didn’t like, rubbed you the wrong way.
“Hadn’t noticed” You shrugged off, checking the time on your phone, pretending Joes presence hadn’t caused an earthquake in your chest.
“Are you going to sleep with him?” Joe asked forwardly, stepping closer, sucking you in.
“Yes” You answered equally as bluntly. There was no use playing this game of Joes, it would end in heartbreak, you knew that.
Joe laughed, a short low hum of a sound. “See, I don’t think you are”.
He was so close now, and you can’t lie, you almost caved, he obviously had you wrapped around his finger, the Joe clone long forgotten.
There was one game you wanted to play with Joe though, and so you played along with his, until it was your turn.
You leaned in, bridging the gap between you so your chests were almost touching. “What makes you think that” You whispered back.
Joe smirked, his nose just touching the tip of your own as he slowly leaned in, forcing you to make the move.
“I thought we were done?” He whispered, snaking an arm around your waist and holding you flush to his crotch, a tent forming in his pants already, he was too easy.
“For old times sake then, it’s midnight after all”
Before you could get another thought in, you had been whisked away towards a taxi rank. Once seated in the car you stopped Joe before he could tell the driver your address. This would only work if you were at his place. You rarely spent time together at Joes place before he moved, he was always so private towards his home, opted to meet you at your place instead. This new house you hadn’t been to, and you had a suspicion no other girl had been there either, you wanted to be the first, the one he thought about for the rest of his time in that house.
“Your place is closer isn’t it?”, you had heard from a friend of a friend Joe had moved loser to the city, a real expensive area. Joe looked at you confused, “I can’t wait Joe please” You put on your best puppy dog eyes, rubbing a hand up his arm.
Joe caved, he had the driver put in his new address, you didn’t pay attention to it, you wouldn’t need it after tonight.
The drive was short, but it was all desperate touched and wet kisses along your neck. The walk up to his door was much of the same. Joe had you pinned to his front door, leg between your thighs and teeth grazing your ear while he clumsily fiddled with his keys.
Your hands ran up his stiff sleeves, squeezing at his biceps and landing at his shoulders. “Hurry up” You sighed, feeling all hot and bothered, and incredibly impatient, you wanted to get just as much out of this as Joe was getting, maybe a little more.
The door opened from behind you but you were pulled into Joes chest as he guided you inside. He didn't give you a chance to even look around before he had his mouth on yours in a feverish kiss. he tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. You knew he only drank whiskey when he was having a hard time, something about the burn in his chest being a distraction.
"Bed" You managed to get out and Joe had you by the hips, directing you backwards down a short hall and into a dark room. With his mouth now attached to your neck you took the opportunity to look around over his shoulder. It was a very large and empty space, nothing resembling the charm of Joes home decor in his last place. It felt sad, and you felt sad for him.
"I'm not done decorating" Joe mumbled against your neck, noticing your pace slow down as he tried to push you towards his bed.
"How long have you been here?" You asked back, complying and laying down on the soft bed. It was new, taller than his old one, it felt wrong.
"I've been busy" Was all he returned before climbing on top, slotting his knee back between your legs and pushing up into your heat. Instantly your follow up questions had been forgotten, Joes touch sending electricity through your body. His hands continued to roam, as did his lips, down your neck, your chest. He had pushed your low cut dress down to expose your breasts further, latching onto the meat and sucking.
Marking you.
You weren't mad, he could have his fun if it was going to be his last time with you.
"I want to taste you" Joe groaned, hands sliding down your body and landing at the short hem of your dress, playing with the fabric, asking for permission.
"I'm not stopping you"
Joe chuckled before dropping a chaste kiss to your cheek, your arm, stomach, hip then thigh. His hands slid up, taking the flimsy material with him, exposing your lacy thong and then finishing the job by pulling it over your head with ease.
Joe looked up, eyebrow raised, "Expecting something tonight?"
"I went out with an agenda, yes"
That earned an amused huff as he slid the underwear down your legs, carelessly flinging them somewhere in the room. You fought the urge to get mad at him, those were expensive, and his aloof attitude would not do, but were quickly distracted yet again.
Scratchy face hair rubbed up against your sensitive thighs, sending a heat through your body with anticipation as Joe toyed with the idea of devouring you, licking and kissing so softly, dragging out the moment.
"I want you to beg for it" Joe demanded, which was out of character for him, usually you were the one that had the upper hand, whether it was obvious or not, there was always an undertone of submission for you.
"Please Joe" You groaned, wanting to get this over with, you had your own game to play here.
"Please what?" He questioned, eyebrow raised, smug smirk on his face.
You didn't want to play along, hated the idea, but you needed him so bad, every muscle in your body tensed in anticipation.
"Come on Darling, what do you want from me?" Joe asked sweetly, placing another kiss on your thigh, staying firm to his request.
"I want you to eat me out" You sighed, staring him down, waiting for a response.
"Please" You punctuated it with a plea, the throbbing in your core intensifying by the second. Joes eyes were so intense staring back at you, had your skin crawling.
Another kiss to your thigh trailed closer to your heat, soft and wet as he neared your sensitive mound. Another kiss, then a lick. He was still taking his time.
"What happened to that enthusiasm you had earlier?"
Joe chuckled. "Are you not enjoying this?"
"Not very much" You groaned, slamming your head back against the pillow with a huff. Joe tsked, continuing his slow torture before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard, forcing a stunned moan from you.
"Ye- that, I like that" You struggled against the urge to scream from the pleasure.
Joes mouth continued in a rhythm that had you losing your breath, legs shaking as an orgasm quickly approached. You didn't want to finish like this though, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so you pushed his head away, taking a moment to catch your breath.
"What's wrong" Joe was confused, not understanding you breathless words.
"Lay down" You said, motioning to the space beside you. Joe understood and laid on his back, as you followed and straddled his lap, his dick straining against his pants.
Now in a prime position you began to tease Joe yourself, running a light hand over his pants, relishing in the shiver you felt go through Joes body.
"Don't" Joe warned, knowing full well you intended to give him a piece of his own medicine.
Everything with Joe felt different now, this all confirmed it, was the closure you needed. There was no more love, just lust, you were familiar to each other and it made it easy, every movement second nature, but no true purpose behind each touch. Months ago you could have sworn Joe loved you, he had that look in his eyes, even if he wouldn't mutter the words. But it was long gone now, and as you unzipped his pants and enjoyed the feeling of making Joe feel good, you knew you no longer loved him either, knew you didn't live to give Joe everything like you once had.
Joe was practically throbbing when you removed him from his pants. A pleading mess below you. You leaned over him and let a line of saliva drop onto his tip, rubbing it down his shaft, looking up to watch the look of shock on his face.
"Nasty, nasty girl"
You positioned yourself over him and sunk down, feeling a sigh of relief wash over you both as you began to slowly ride him. Joes hands grasped your hips, firmly gripping onto the flesh, fighting the urge to fuck you onto him, but you were in charge, he had accepted that now.
"That's it" Joe groaned as you quickened your pace, hands on his chest for support as the friction had you both closing in on a climax. you slowed down, wanting to relish in this moment, watching Joe with that blissed out look on his face for the last time, curls sticking to his forehead as he soaked in every inch of you.
"You close?" You asked, feeling Joe twitch inside you, his pulse quickening.
Joe could only moan and pant, holding you at the hips and grinding you down onto him deeper. You continued the rhythm feeling your own orgasm approaching.
"Come on baby, let go for me" Joe whispered as his own movements became quick pulsing thrusts. You followed your high, letting the heat wash over you, overwhelming all your senses, legs shuddering at the pleasure.
"fuck-fuck- you're so fucking good to me, look at you, oh my god" Joe rambled nonsense as he pulled you off allowing himself to spill himself out onto you both.
the next few moments left you both in silence to regain your breath. You looked down to see Joe with his eyes closed, exhaustion on his face.
"Stay tonight" Joe barely whispered, you could have missed it. His eyes still closed you grabbed his hand that was still firmly holding your hip and squeezed.
"I'm going to clean up" You answered, leaving Joe on the bed while you made your way to his ensuite. The shower alone could have had you changing your mind and keeping Joes number for future hookups, steamy late night rendezvous.
Returning to Joe with a wet towel, who was now far more relaxed, admiring you saunter towards him.
"You will stay?" he asked again while you wiped his own stomach clean.
"Yeah" You responded allowing him to pull you back onto the bed and tuck you under his arm, head on his chest and legs tangled. Neither of you said a word, but when you felt the rise and fall of Joes chest fall into a pattern and the man finally enter a sleep state, you slipped out, leaving Joe alone in his big bed, big house, no note or text, just a memory of midnight.
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Summary - you’ve secretly been in love with Spencer Reid for eight long years, and thus far you’ve done a great job disguising your jealousy with each new woman who enters his life. Until a case in Atlanta brings an old flame back into Spencer’s life and you can no longer hide your envy of all the women he’s loved before.
A/N - for this Anon request - Hey! I don’t know if you are taking requests but I love your writing and I would like to see you write a fic where Spencer and reader has mutual pining but reader then gets jealous when she sees Spencer with another girl? Maybe Austin the bartender? Then it ends with a fluffy ending :) <3 set circa season 10.
Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category - mild angst, fluff.
Content Warnings - mentions of Spencer’s past “relationships” Austin, Maeve and Agent Loker, mutual pining, idiots in love, mentions of Tobias Hankel and drug addiction, jealousy, mentions of past sexual relationships, swearing, arguing, confessions of feelings.
Word Count - 5.6k
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It was the worlds worst kept secret that you were in love with Doctor Spencer Reid. 
You worked with the very best profilers, it hadn’t been a surprise when they caught on to your lingering glances, the way you lit up when he walked into a room. It wasn’t lost on them how you would laugh at things he said that just weren’t funny or you hung off his every word even when he was info dumping. 
You weren’t exactly subtle and it hadn’t taken profilers to figure it out. Anyone would be able to see it, clear as day. 
Except that is, Doctor Spencer Reid himself. 
For all his brains, Spencer never had been knowledgeable when it came to women. You could walk around with a sign hanging from your neck professing your love and he still wouldn’t realise. 
It was cute in a way, that someone could be that innocent and naive to miss your very obvious affection. And it might have been that way at first but after eight years it was getting kind of annoying. 
Morgan always told you that you needed to spell it out for him, just come out and ask him on a date. 
Garcia had suggested you just plant one on him on a team night out and if it went south you could blame the alcohol. 
Emily often threatened to tell him herself if you didn’t. 
But you figured after so many years, if he felt the same way you would have known. And Spencer was your friend above all else, you didn’t want to risk your friendship over being rejected. 
You’d harboured these feelings for so long, you guessed you’d just gotten used to them and surely one day they would fade? 
So for now you just got on with it, tried to ignore them the best you could because it was the only option. 
Yes, it was certainly the world's worst kept secret that you were in love with Spencer Reid. 
But the best kept secret? Spencer Reid was in love with you too. 
Spencer remembered the first time he saw you like it was yesterday. Elle’s open position had been filled by Prentiss a few months before but with the cases stacking up, Hotch made the decision to hire another new agent. 
The first time he’d seen you, you’d been making coffee in the small kitchen of the BAU offices and you spilled the hot liquid all down the front of your white shirt. 
Your cheeks instantly stained red when you realised he’d seen. 
“Clumsiness runs in my family.” You gave him an embarrassed smile as you tried to wipe down the stain to no avail. 
“I know all about that. My coordination drops off when I’m thinking. Here.” He was quick to get out of his cardigan and hand it to you. 
You looked at him with these big, beautiful eyes as though you couldn’t believe someone would be so kind to you. 
“Are…are you sure?” You tentatively took it from him. 
It was warm and smelt like old books and a musky cologne. 
“Of course. It should hide that stain nicely.” 
“Thank you so much.” You slipped it on and started buttoning it and Spencer thought you looked way too adorable in his clothes.
It was far too big for you but it did the job and covered the coffee on your shirt. 
He couldn’t help but stare at you, he found himself in awe of your beauty, actually feeling a little light headed at the way you were smiling at him. 
Honestly Spencer had never looked at someone the way he looked at you. He swore he could already see himself falling head over heels in love with you. 
You were otherworldly, the kind of beauty that demanded attention. And you had his. Maybe you always would. 
“Uh…I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N Y/L/N.” Your voice snapped him out of his daze. 
“Oh gosh sorry! I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.” 
“I know who you are.” You giggled a little shyly. “I like to know about the people I’ll be working with. Three PhD’s right?” 
Now Spencer found himself blushing. 
“Yeah.” He croaked. “It’s no big deal.” 
While Spencer was looking bashfully at the floor, Morgan appeared behind him and startled him by slapping his shoulder. 
“Looks like Pretty Boy and Pretty Girl are making acquaintances.” He’d laughed, causing Spencer to feel even more embarrassed. 
But when he’d looked back at you, you were smiling at him, a large, beautiful smile just for him. 
Spencer knew then and there it was inevitable that he would fall in love with you. And he had. 
It had happened slower than he’d expected it to, or maybe he just hadn’t realised before the extent of what he felt for you. 
But it was almost a year later, after a particularly bad case that had almost sent Spencer into relapse only for you to pull him back from the brink. 
You hadn’t actually been a part of the team when they’d encountered Tobias Hankel but Spencer had found himself telling you all about what had happened to him. 
And after the team had arrived home from that case in West Bune, Spencer had gone straight home without a word to anyone. 
He wasn’t even really that surprised someone had come to check up on him. But he had been surprised it was you, the newest member of the team. 
“Uh…Y/N, hi.” He scratched the back of his head, leaning on the door jamb. 
“You seemed like you…like you maybe needed someone to talk to. I know I haven’t known you as long as the others but I was worried about you.” 
Spencer could have burst into tears at your kindness. He knew you lived on the other side of town and his apartment was well out of your way. 
You’d come all this way just to see if he was ok. 
He sighed with a small nod before stepping aside so you could enter the apartment. 
You’d never been in Spencer’s apartment, Garcia had given you his address. 
It was almost exactly like you would have expected it to be, dark colours and books everywhere, like a comfy old bookstore. 
Only there were three vials of dilaudid waiting for him on the coffee table. 
He saw your eyes land on them and he sighed again, scuffing the toe of his mismatched sock on the carpet. 
“I haven’t…yet.” 
You looked at him, your large eyes full of so much sadness. 
“But you were going to.” You whispered. 
“Maybe. I’m not sure.” He admitted. 
You moved over to the coffee table and picked the three vials up in your palm. 
“I’m going to toss these, ok?”
“Please.” Spencer pleaded as his first tear fell. “Please get rid of them.” 
If you hadn’t shown up when you did there was no telling what he might have done. He would have no doubt thrown ten months of sobriety down the drain because of one bad case. 
You sat with him all night after getting rid of the drugs, holding him while he cried. 
You stroked his matted hair off his face and rocked him, cooing him when his sobs took over his body. 
You stayed with him the night, the two of you on top of his sheets, him curled into you with his head on your chest while you held him. 
And it was as he was falling asleep he realised it. It washed over him like a wave. 
He was unfathomably in love with you. 
And all these years later, that hadn’t changed. 
He’d thought about telling you on multiple occasions but he’d never quite worked out how to get the words out his mouth. 
And despite the fact the rest of the team knew of your feelings for Spencer, Spencer himself was oblivious. He decided long ago he’d rather be friends with you than risk ruining that. 
But a case in Atlanta and a face from Spencer’s past would change everything. 
***
Three men had been found dead in the space of two weeks when Atlanta PD called in the help of the BAU. The killings were ritualistic in nature and they had the local cops scratching their heads, never seeing anything like this before. 
You and Spencer had been sent to a local bar where two of the three victims had been spotted the night they both died. 
Moondogs was a watering hole that mostly catered to a local crowd so when two very obvious out of towners entered the place, all heads turned in the direction of the door. 
The fact that Spencer’s firearm holstered on his hip was so visible didn’t help the looks you were getting. 
You and Spencer glanced at each other, feeling uncomfortable from the combined weight of gazes on you. 
“Seems friendly.” You whispered, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. 
He gave you his signature tight lipped smile in response as the two of you headed towards the bar. 
The only person in the whole place not interested in your arrival, it would seem, was the bartender who had her back to you both while she looked at something on her phone. 
When she didn’t even seem to sense your presence, you cleared your throat loudly. 
“Excuse me?” You fished in your back pocket for your credentials as she put the phone down and slowly turned around. “We’re with the FBI. I’m Agent Y/L/N and this is Doctor-“
“Spencer?” She completely ignored your existence, focusing only on the slightly frazzled looking doctor next to you. 
“A-Austin?” His cheeks immediately flushed red and he had a dopey smile plastered on his face. 
You looked between the two of them. You’d never seen this look on Spencer before but it didn’t take a genius to work out what it meant. 
And the way Austin was smiling at him only proved the theory. 
These were two people who had most certainly seen each other naked. 
“Holy cow, how long has it been?” She beamed at him, the most Earth shatteringly beautiful smile that left you feeling utterly worthless. 
Spencer looked at her as though she hung the fucking moon. He’d never look at you like that. 
“Uh…six years, three months and one week, I believe.” Spencer smiled awkwardly, playing with the strap of his satchel. 
“Wow.” Austin laughed and you saw the effect it had on Spencer, he all but melted into a puddle. “That long huh?”
“Yeah, I uh…I should have called? But you know, the distance and everything-“
“So not the time, Reid.” You spat suddenly, causing him to turn to you. 
He looked startled as though he’d completely forgotten you and then his brow furrowed in confusion over your use of his last name. 
You never called him Reid. 
“We’re investigating the deaths of three men, remember?” You waved your credentials in his face because he seemed to have spaced entirely on what was going on.
The worst part was, you couldn’t blame him. Austin was beautiful and it was painfully obvious there was history between them. 
You didn’t want to be annoyed at Spencer because you’d never told him how you felt about him. But yet you were annoyed at him. 
And he knew it. 
“Why do I only ever see you around when there are dead bodies, Spence?” Austin got his attention back quickly. 
You chest tightened hearing her call him Spence. Only people who really knew him called him that. 
“Perils of the job.” He shrugged awkwardly with a slight chuckle. A nervous chuckle.
This bitch makes him nervous?! 
If you were a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of your ears. 
You wanted to reach over the bar and punch Austin in her pretty little face. But you knew that wasn’t fair. 
Of course she’d fallen for the charms of Spencer Reid, you couldn't fault anyone for that. But did she have to be so fucking hot? How was that fair? 
“So, what can I help you with this time?” Austin leant on the bar, closer to Spencer whilst batting her eyelids. 
You clenched your jaw so hard you could hear your teeth grinding together. 
“Do you remember seeing either of these men?” Spencer reached behind Austin’s ear and magically procured two small photographs. 
Austin giggled, clapping her hands together like an excited toddler.
“Oh Spence, I do love your magic.” She beamed. 
“Not to be a boner killer but these men are dead.” You scoffed, causing both Spencer and Austin to glance at you. 
“Excuse me?” Austin frowned at you, folding her arms over her chest. 
“These men are dead.” You repeated the last part. “Quite frankly I think their families getting some answers takes priority over…whatever this is.” 
Austin looked like she might bite back until you saw Spencer gently place his hand on her wrist and she turned back to him.
“Have you seen either of these men recently?” He asked softly and you rolled your eyes. 
She looked over the photographs but Spencer didn’t remove his hand from her arm. 
“If I tell you, what’s in it for me?” She smiled sexily at Spencer and you saw his cheeks redden again and he swallowed hard. 
This son of a bitch is turned on! 
“Well…uh, you remember the last time you helped us on a case?” And then Spencer winked at her, actually fucking winked at her and you felt your stomach turn. 
You couldn’t watch this anymore. You couldn’t stand there and watch as the man you loved flirted with this cruelly beautiful woman. 
You were sure they didn’t even notice you leaving. You pushed your way back outside, gasping as you burst onto the sidewalk, desperate to refill the air that had been forced from your lungs. 
Tears were stinging the backs of your eyes but you wouldn’t let them fall. 
Spencer Reid did not deserve your tears. 
You fell against the wall, using it to keep you upright in case your legs felt like collapsing from under you. 
Of course Spencer had been with women before, it’s not like you expected him to be a virgin or anything. But he was quiet and private, he didn’t talk about his exploits and that enabled you to pretend that he didn’t have any. 
There had been Maeve, but they had never even kissed. And there had been that date he went on not so long ago with Agent Loker from the organised crime task force, but that had just been a coffee date. 
There were undoubtedly others. You didn’t get to be as attractive and smart and sweet as Doctor Spencer Reid and not have women falling at your feet. 
It was much easier to imagine that he was perpetually single though when he didn’t have a pretty woman flirting with him. 
You weren’t sure how long you leant against the wall for, lost in your thoughts before the door to the bar opened and Spencer stormed your way. 
“What the hell was that about?” He frowned at you, his annoyance at your attitude written all over his face. 
“You have a problem with how I acted there?” You scoffed, pushing yourself away from the wall. “At least I was focused on the reason we’re here and not trying to eye fuck the pretty bar tender!” 
Spencer’s cheeks flushed red again and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. 
“It wasn’t like that. We uh…she’s…there’s history.” He shrugged, his anger replaced with embarrassment. 
“When you said you’d spent time in Austin that’s not what I thought you meant!” You found yourself yelling and your words caused his blush to deepen, spreading down his neck and below his shirt collar.
“So we hooked up.” He shrugged again, looking like a little boy being scolded by his mother.
“Hooked up?” You spat. “Those words sound completely alien coming from you.” 
“What because I’m so fundamentally unappealing that no woman would ever want to sleep with me?” 
“That’s not what I said.” You rolled your eyes. 
“That’s what it sounded like. When we were here six years ago I met Austin and she was beautiful and kind and for some unknown reason she was interested in me! So when the case was over before we went home I took her for dinner and we slept together, what’s the big deal? 
I didn’t know she worked here, I didn’t know we would bump into her. And I have absolutely no idea why you’re acting like this.” He raised his voice a little.
“I’m acting like this because we’re on a case and you seem to forget that. I was just trying to focus on what we came here for.”
“No.” He shook his head. “It’s more than that.”
“What? No it’s not.” You scoffed but you knew Spencer would see right through you.
“Is this because I didn’t tell you about her? I know we’re friends but my sex life is my business, no one else’s. My personal life isn’t some kind of water cooler fodder.” 
“Spencer, let’s get one thing clear. I don’t care who you have sex with, in fact, the less I know about your sex life the better. So let’s just get back to the station and solve this case so you and Austin can go for round two.” You went to walk back towards your SUV but Spencer was quick to stop you, his long fingers easily encircling your wrist. 
“What is wrong with you? Seriously, why are you being like this?” He glared at you, his anger now returned. 
“If you haven’t figured it out by now, I can’t help you.” You tugged your arm free of his grasp.
“Figured what out? What are you talking about?” 
“For a genius, you’re real dumb sometimes, Spencer.” You turned on your heels again towards the car. 
“What am I missing here?” He followed you. 
“Don’t worry about it, ok? It doesn’t matter. Let’s get this case solved and get you back in her bed.” You opened the driver's side door and slid in the car, slamming the door in Spencer’s face. 
He stood on the sidewalk for a moment or two staring at you through the window before he forced himself to round the car and get in the passenger's seat. 
You didn’t speak another word to him for the rest of the day. 
***
Later that night you engulfed yourself in the plush hotel robe after getting out of a long shower. 
You were embarrassed to admit how many tears you’d shed that evening while you stood under the flow of water. 
If you’d told him about your feelings when you’d first realised them, would it have made a difference? Would there have been any eventuality where he’d felt the same? 
Could you have stopped the women that came after? The Austin’s and the Maeve’s? Could you have been his first and only love? 
No, of course not. Telling him would have only embarrassed you and ruined the friendship the two of you had. 
After eight years, why did you still hold such a candle for a man who would never be yours? 
You’d dated in those eight years, probably more than Spencer had. But they always ended the same way, because you could never truly give your heart to someone who wasn’t Spencer Reid. 
You retrieved a miniature whiskey from the mini-bar and uncapped it but before you could take a sip, there was a gentle tap on the door. 
You sighed to yourself, setting the drink down on the desk before padding over to the door. 
Spencer had his hands stuffed in his pockets and he looked at you sheepishly from the other side. 
“Hi.” He croaked, his eyebrows knitted together slightly as though he didn’t know why he was here.
“Yes?” You folded your arms. 
“Are you ok?” He cut to the chase. “Because you’ve been ignoring me since Moondogs and I really don’t understand why.” 
“I haven’t been ignoring you. I’ve been working. Why are you wasting your time here talking to me when you could be with Dallas?” 
“Austin. You know her name is Austin.” Spencer sighed. 
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Why are you here and not with her?”
“Because you’re my friend and I was worried about you. You always come first.” 
You momentarily softened, his tone so caring you almost forgot all about the pain of seeing him with another woman. 
But it came flooding back in waves just as fast as it had vanished. 
“Maybe I shouldn’t. Just leave me alone, Spencer.”
“No.” He shook his head, brows furrowed. “Don’t push me away! You can’t be mad at me for something I don’t know I’ve done. Can I please come in so we can talk?”
You straightened yourself, tightening your robe around your body. 
“No.” You shook your head. 
You saw Spencer finally take you in, your attire and messy hair making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head. 
“Oh god.” He stumbled backwards a little. “There’s…you…there’s a man in there.”
“What? Where would you get…” you trailed off. 
Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if Spencer thought you were with someone. If he could go out and put it all over Atlanta, why couldn’t you? 
You corrected yourself, leaning on the door jamb. 
“Yes. There is.” You shrugged. “And I don’t want to keep him waiting so, are we done here?”
Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. 
He stepped further back, shaking his head at you as though in disappointment.
“Yeah.” He croaked. “Yeah, we’re done.” 
“Good night, Spencer.” You shot him a quick smirk before quickly stepping back and closed the door moments before your tears started to fall. 
Spencer stared at the closed door as his own tears pricked behind his eyes. 
His heart ached at the thought of you sharing your bed with some random man. He felt sick at the idea you’d gone out and found some idiot to hook up with. 
He couldn’t really be blamed when he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled a number he hadn’t used in over six years. 
It wasn’t his fault that he stumbled out of the hotel in the night and took a cab across town. 
If it hadn’t been for the thought of you with another man, there was no way Spencer would have fallen back into bed with Austin. 
And he certainly couldn’t be held accountable for thinking about you while he was with her. 
***
Three days after returning from Atlanta, you and Spencer had barely said a handful of words to each other. 
The rest of the team had noticed the icy atmosphere between the two of you but no one had dared broach the subject. 
Not until three days after returning and Morgan found himself alone with Spencer late that night at the office. 
Spencer had his head buried in a case file but Morgan knew he wasn’t reading it because he hadn’t turned the page in minutes. 
It was clear the young genius had something on his mind and Morgan would be willing to bet it was something to do with you. 
Spencer didn’t even seem to notice when Morgan sidled up to his desk or even when he sat on the edge of it. 
He had his head down, fingers deep in his hair as he stared at the open file.
“Reid?” Morgan spoke softly so as not to startle the Doctor. 
Spencer blinked a few times before sitting back and looking up at Morgan. 
“Hmmm?” Spencer stifled a yawn. 
“Everything ok, pretty boy?” 
“Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” 
“Oh I don’t know, maybe something to do with the cold shoulder you and Y/L/N have been giving each other?” 
“We have not.” Spencer scoffed, leaning back in his chair. 
“The two of you had barely spoken since Atlanta. Something happened down there.” Morgan folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at him. 
He saw something flicker in Spencer’s eyes while he tried to come up with a lie. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Spencer shrugged. 
“Don’t lie to me, Reid.” Morgan spoke sternly. “What’s going on with the two of you?” 
Spencer sighed, loosening his tie. 
“I honestly don’t know, Morgan. I wish I did.” He undid the tie and let it hang around his neck limply. “Do you remember that bartender Austin we met years ago when we were working that case with the pickup artist?”
Morgan frowned a little.
“Yeah?” 
“I uh…after the case was over…we…hooked up.” Spencer blushed furiously. 
“My man.” Morgan chuckled, unfolding his arms. “You sly dog.” 
“Hmmm.” Spencer pulled a face. 
“What does that have to do with you and Y/L/N?” 
“We bumped into her. She was working at the bar two of the victims had been seen at. I guess we flirted and when she realised Austin and I had a history Y/N, she…I don’t know, she was being really weird about it. I don’t get it.” 
Morgan surprised Spencer when he started to chuckle, a realisation spreading to his eyes. 
“Oh, I see.” Morgan laughed. “You really don’t get it huh?” 
“Get what?” Spencer was exasperated. 
Was there some big secret going around the BAU he wasn’t privy to? 
“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?” 
“I’m not supposed to be anything. I am a provable genius. What am I missing here, Morgan? I’ve wracked myself brain over this for days and it just doesn’t make any sense to me.” 
Morgan softened and gave Spencer a sad smile as he placed his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. 
“You really can’t see it?” 
“See what?” Spencer whined pathetically. 
“Y/N is in love with you, Reid.” 
Spencer’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he almost fell back off his chair. 
“What?” His voice pitched. “That’s absolutely absurd.” 
“No, Reid, it really isn’t.” Morgan chuckled again. “Think about it, pretty boy. Really think about it.” 
“Think about what? You must be mistaken, Morgan. There is absolutely no way that Y/N had feelings for me.” 
“She brings you coffee almost every single day.” 
“So?”
“Almost everyday for eight years she has been bringing you coffee from your favourite coffee shop which is not on her way to work. You. No one else.” 
“She’s just being nice.” Spencer shrugged.
“She bakes you cupcakes every year on your birthday. Those little chocolate ones with the red velvet filling you love so much.”
“She does that for everyone.”
“No, no she doesn’t.” Morgan laughed. “She buys the rest of us cupcakes. She slaves over making you your favourites even when we’ve been away on a case and we arrive back late. She stays up to make you cupcakes for your birthday.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Spencer shook his head. 
“She goes to movies she doesn’t like because you ask her to. She always plays chess with you even though she hates it. She went to a Star Trek convention with you even though she’s never seen an episode! It really doesn’t take a genius to see that she is crazy, head over heels in love with you, Reid.” 
Spencer’s frown took over his whole face as he stared at Morgan whilst trying to process his words. 
It was as though his mind was being cleared of a fog that had settled over his brain the first time he laid eyes on you. Morgan’s words were making so many things clear to Spencer. 
“I…I…fuck. She’s in love with me.” He croaked, his heart pounding. 
“Bravo.” Morgan laughed, pushing himself up from the desk. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?” 
Suddenly Spencer leapt up from his chair, hurriedly grabbing his satchel and jacket. 
“I’ve got to go!” He rushed past Morgan, gangly limbs flying all over the place on his way to the elevator. 
Morgan watched him go, a smile on his lips. 
It was about damn time. 
***
Your instant reaction to the frantic banging on your front door at three am was panic. Even if you weren’t FBI trained, you were sure that was a reasonable reaction. 
You jumped out of bed, grabbing your firearm from the nightstand out of instinct. All your years on the job meant you could go from being sound asleep to wide awake in the blink of an eye. 
The person on the other side of your front door was pounding on the wood, so hard you thought they might actually come crashing through it. 
You tiptoed towards it, gun pointing in the direction of the door. 
“Y/N? Y/N? Are you there? I’m sorry it’s late but I…please, are you there?” Spencer’s croaky, slightly manic voice carried through the door. 
You frowned to yourself, quickly setting the gun on the table by the door now there was clearly no threat. 
“Spencer? What the the fuck? It’s three am!” You unlocked the door and threw it open. “Three am! What the hell are you…” 
You trailed off seeing the disheveled looking man staring back at you. 
His shirt was creased, rolled up to his elbows and covered in…was that flour? His messy hair was also peppered with a white substance. When you looked down at his feet and saw the array of items on the floor, your suspicions were confirmed. 
“What…what is all this?” 
“I wanted to come sooner but I kept burning the cupcakes and Jesus Christ…baking is hard.” He huffed. 
“Spencer?” You glanced up at him and back at the floor, before repeating, “What is all this?” 
“I brought you your favourite coffee, cinnamon spiced latte from that little place in DuPont Circle you love although it’s probably cold by now. 
And I baked five batches of strawberry and vanilla cupcakes and every single one of them burnt except this one but that’s probably because they are under cooked so I would not advise eating them unless you want food poisoning.” 
You felt tears brimming in your eyes as you looked from the take out coffee cup to the cupcakes and then to the other items at his feet. 
“And these are?” 
“Your favourite movies because you always go to see mine with me and I never watch any of yours. And these are all the board games I could find. I didn’t know what board games you like because you always just play chess with me.” 
“Ok.” You laughed a little, trying to fight back your tears. “I’m not sure I understand, Spencer.” 
“It’s come to my attention that I am the world's biggest idiot.” He sighed. “You do all these things for me that I always just thought was friendly. But it’s not just friendly, is it?”
“I uh…I’m not sure I know what you mean.” You swallowed. 
“Yes, you do.” Spencer smiled at you. “I want to return the favour. I want to bring you coffee and make you cupcakes. I want to go to see movies I don’t like and play games I don’t enjoy because it makes you happy. And if there’s ever some kind of convention or anything you want to go to, I want to go with you. Because I love you too.” 
A small gasp escaped your lips at Spencer’s admission. You didn’t know what surprised you more, that he knew of your feelings for him or that he felt them too. 
You swallowed a few times, trying to remind yourself how to speak, how to breathe. 
Spencer stared at you, waiting for your response patiently. 
“You…you’re in love with me?” A tear escaped your eye and Spencer was quick to step over the items on the floor and cup your cheek so he could wipe it away. 
“Very much so.” He smiled softly, catching more tears with the pad of his thumb. “And unless Morgan is way off base…I believe you love me too.” 
Of course it would have been Morgan who finally told Spencer the truth. You’d never expected the so-called genius to figure it out on his own. 
You sighed into his gentle caress, blinking a few times as you tried to comprehend if this was really happening. 
You’d imagined what it would be like confessing your feelings for Spencer for so long, you’d never expected them to come out like this. 
For a moment or two you simply couldn’t get your brain to send the signals to your vocal chords to speak. 
This wasn’t a dream, was it? Was this really happening? 
Spencer’s fingertips on your face were the only thing that kept you grounded, the only thing that you knew to be true.
Even if this was a dream, you couldn’t deny your feelings a second longer. You couldn’t believe you’d ever thought Spencer wasn’t in love with you. 
“I do.” You choked a little as you confessed. “I’ve always been in love with you.” 
“We’re supposed to be profilers and we both missed something that was right under our noses.” Spencer chuckled lightly, moving his other hand to your face too. 
“Truly shocking, Hotch should fire us.” You laughed too, tears still flowing. 
“I’m sorry about Austin, if I’d known…”
“It’s ok.” You settled your hands on his hips, toying with the fabric of his shirt. “I’m sorry I told you someone was in my room at the hotel. That was a lie.” 
“As long as there’s no other guy in your bed right now, I don’t care.” Spencer smiled brightly at you, and it melted your heart. 
“There is not.” You smiled back. “But I know a guy who I wouldn't mind being in my bed right now.” 
“I thought you’d never ask.” Spencer smirked, before moving closer to you and after eight long years his lips finally crashed against yours. 
The cakes and coffee and other things were long forgotten as Spencer moved you back inside the apartment and kicked the door closed behind him. 
He held your face delicately as he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth with the kind of passion that came from years of pent up feelings. 
You may have wasted the last eight years but you both knew you would never waste another second. 
The women that came before you no longer mattered because you and Spencer had always been fated to end up here. 
Each one of them he’d loved before led him right to your arms. It didn’t matter that there had been women before you, as long as there were none after you. As long as you were Spencer’s final love that was all that mattered. 
So to all the women he’d loved before, you would thank them for pushing him into your arms. 
You were his grand finale, his final curtain. You were the culmination of Spencer Reid’s loves and losses. 
You were his ultimate love story. 
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Strawberry Pie
It is time to get rid of some drafts that I have had for months at this point. Even if they have a few sentences I want to get them out. I also hope that having these one-shots thrown in people will remember me... and maybe my posts will do better then... (22 notes). It really is unmotivating sometimes. Looking at your follower count and then your notes. Like so far... the year is not going good for this account.
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Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Death, Fluff, Mentions of Baby Talk, Perhaps Some Swearing. Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 1.6k
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You scrolled through the list of songs on your phone. Today you were in a cheerful mood. You were happy, and you felt no sense of sadness. Let’s not jinx it just yet, but you had big plans today. Austin was out with his agent talking about some upcoming deals. You wanted to surprise him with a small gift. 
Once you finally decided on the song you turned off your phone and went over to your recipe box. You only had a few recipes in there that were from you, but you had your grandmother’s as well. She always talked about how you were going to get that box when she died and well… That day came a couple of months ago. It still pained you, but you were finally in a good mood. 
Peering through all the recipes your eyes found the one you wanted, Strawberry pie. You remember eating this during the summers at your grandmother’s house. It was such a fond memory and such a wonderful pie. You pulled it out of the box and brought it over to the middle island. 
You brought out all of the ingredients needed and started to get to work. You had a few hours before Austin came in, so in theory… the pie should be cooled down when he arrives. That way you two can have a slice after dinner. Seems like today is a day you’ll be spending in the kitchen. You had no issue with that though. You loved being a housewife. 
As stereotypical as it was… it was nice. Not having to worry about working. You were able to stay home, keep the house clean, cook your husband a wonderful dinner… or order it… and tend to other matters. Hopefully one day you can add a little one to the equation. For now, that wasn’t on Austin’s list and you had to respect that. 
For dinner, you had planned a dish that would go along with your pie. You were thinking about making salmon with mashed potatoes, and then some type of veggie on the side. It just depended on what you had. That seemed like a good meal, and then you two could have some pie afterward… It sounded perfect. 
Once everything was in the oven and everything was getting cooked you decided to take a break. You untied your apron and took it off. You’ve been standing on your feet for some time now, you wanted to sit down, and that is exactly what you ended up doing. You grabbed your phone to check your notifications.
A few messages from Austin, some even from your sister. A missed call from your mother, a few emails- wait… a missed call from your mother? You went ahead and called her back. Your mother usually didn’t call. If she did, she would let you know. Plus, she didn’t leave a message either which… is even weirder. 
“Hello?” Your mother’s voice entered your ear.
“Hi momma, I was just returning your call. I didn’t know you called.” You said to her. 
“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I just accidentally hit the call button instead of something else. I tried to hang up quickly so… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry honey.” Your mother explained. You let out an oh sound and nodded.
“It’s okay, I just thought it was weird is all. Figured I would give you a call and check-in. Make sure that everything is okay.”
“Well, now that I got you. What’s going on? Anything exciting happening today?” She asked you.
“Well, you remember that strawberry cake grandma would always make us in the summer?” You questioned her. 
“Of course I do,” she replied.
“Well, I decided to make that today for Austin. I was just feeling in a good mood and I figured to use that energy and create something with it.” You explained to her.   
“Oh, that sounds delicious. I wish you would bring us some over, but that is too long of a drive.” Your mother chuckled. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook her head.
“Well next time you guys come and visit, or we come to yours to visit I’ll be sure to make some. I know Grandma would want me to share it.” You told her. 
“Yeah, she would have.” Your mother said softly, “I miss her.”
“I miss her too… it’s been rough… I honestly hoped I would’ve had kids before she passed. She was such a wonderful lady but… You have one fall and it’s all downhill from there…” You replied back with a soft tone. Here was the sadness, that sadness you all so had to jinx yourself with earlier. 
“I know… but, she’s still around. In our hearts… in our minds… in spirit. She will always be around. We just can’t see her,” Your mother recited some type of religicall sentence. Like the father, son, and the Holy Spirit. 
“I know… well… I better get back to it then. I have to check on the Salmon and see how the pie is cooling. Bye, momma, I love you.”
“I love you too, honey.” She replied and hung up. You placed your phone down and let out a sigh. 
You pushed yourself up and walked over to the big sliding glass doors. You pushed them open and stood in the middle. You felt the cool wind brush past your skin in a soothing manner. The clear blue skies let you know that… she was here. The clear blue skies those summers you would spend with her. 
You smiled softly and went back to check your mood, leaving the doors open to let in fresh air… and maybe even your grandma. You knew spirits could do anywhere they wanted, but your grandmother was a respectful woman. She would only enter when allowed, and when it was okay. 
You pulled out the food and started to get the plates ready. You heard a ding from your phone and went to quickly check it. A text from Austin that read, Just down the street. I’ll be home soon :P 
You giggled lightly at the expression he added and shook your head. For once, you had managed your time, and everything will fall into place right when you need it to. You brought the food over to the table and went to quickly wipe your hands. You rushed over to the door and opened it just as Austin was.
“Oh, hi,” Austin chuckled lightly. You smiled and pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
“Hi, I missed you.” You greeted him and moved out of the way. 
“I missed you too, sweetheart… but what is going on?” He looked at you confused.
“What do you mean?”
“You hardly greet me at the door.” He pointed out to you. 
“Well- you aren’t wrong, but I made dinner… and I made a special dessert. One I’ve been wanting to make you for quite some time.” You explained to him.
“Let me freshen up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen then okay?” With a nod of your head, Austin made his way upstairs to freshen up. 
You made your way back over to the kitchen and decided to get the drinks. You poured two glasses of water and brought them over to the table. You sat down and patiently waited for Austin. You looked out into your guys’ backyard and smiled. Your grandmother’s backyard was a field of memories. Easter time in the annual Y/l/n egg hunt. You always won of course. No one could ever beat your skills. 
You remember around Christmas time when you would go out with your grandparents and build snowmen with them. The snowball fights you all shared. The summer barbecue with the strawberry pie. God, you’re going to miss having those every year. 
“Oh wow,” Austin said as he entered the kitchen. You looked over at him and smiled.
“Remember how I tell you the stories about my grandma’s strawberry pie?” You asked him gently. He nodded and found his way across from you.
“Every time you tell it, it leaves my mouth watering.” He chuckled lightly. 
“Well… I made it,” you smiled.
“Is there a special occasion? I didn’t forget anything right? Cause I swear our anniversary isn’t until another two months. Your birthday isn’t until another five months… As far as I know, today is nothing.” He started to freak out a bit. You laughed gently at him. 
“I guess I just wanted to celebrate being in a good mood. It’s been rough these few months you know… and I finally wake up and I’m in a good mood. Wanted to treat my boyfriend.” You admitted to him.
“Dammit, I knew I should’ve stopped for flowers.” He swore at himself. 
‘’Austin stop,” you shook your head, “you get me flowers all the time. I wanted to treat you for once.”
“I love you,” Austin said as he reached over for your hand. You blushed gently as he gave your hand a squeeze.
“I love you too.” 
“Well, shall we dig in so we can get to that pie?” Austin suggested with a smile. You nodded early and started to eat your dinner. 
You two talked about each other's day. Though, Austin’s was much more entertaining than your baking story. Though, Austin would never say that. He always had nice things to say no matter what. When the time came to eat pie, you two went out onto the deck to enjoy it. Where you shared stories about your grandma to him.
“Maybe one day we can do that.” Austin hummed from beside you. You turned to look at him confused. What did he mean by that? “Make new memories with our kids.”
“Our kids…?”
“Yeah, I think… I think we can start trying. That is if you want to of course. Share your grandma’s pie to generations.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you. 
“I would like that,” you whispered and kissed him softly. 
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I think you all could have noticed that I don't post as much as I used to. It's mostly because I am loosing motivation. I know I talk about the lack of notes a lot... but it really is a big factor. I used to get hundreds and now I'm barely breaking a hundred.
I know it sounds like I'm being ungrateful but I'm just lost and confused in what happened.
Thank you to everyone who voted for a time! I really appreciate it. Also, this is my first time using the queue function so… let’s see if I did it right.
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do you wanna build a snowman?
Wrecker x reader (gn)
summary: Building a snowman with Wrecker!
warnings: mostly fluff, a slight "misunderstanding", some kisses at the end
word count: ~930
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a/n: this is the thirteenth fic for my advent calendar! for my favorite muscle man!
p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 
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"You have never built a snowman?" you ask Wrecker, confused.
"Well, never saw that much snow before," he explains, scratching his neck.
With big eyes, you look him up and down before shaking your head and pulling Wrecker over to your wardrobe.
"We need to change that! Come on, you'll have to wear something warm, and then we can go outside," you tell him, grabbing another pair of pants to put on.
A few minutes later, you're wrapped in the most comfortable and warm clothes, standing in your garden.
"Look, it all starts with a small snowball. You form it, put it on the ground, and then you start rolling it. The snow from the ground sticks to the ball and it'll grow," you explain and show him how to do it right.
Wrecker nods once. He forms another small ball and starts to do what you said.
You roll and roll, watching the ball grow.
When you're satisfied with the size of your first ball, you look up to see how Wrecker is doing. Instead of one, he already had built two huge sections and is about to staple them.
You have absolutely no idea how he did it, but you're surely impressed by their size.
While your basement is so big that you wouldn't be able to lift it, it is barely big enough to be the head of Wrecker's snowman.
"Wow, Wrecker! How did you do that so fast?" you ask with big eyes, and walk over to him.
"I just did what you told me," he grins proudly and is about to make another ball when you stop him.
"Wait! I've got mine left. If you make another one that big, there wouldn't be enough for two snowmen," you tell him and run back to your ball, starting to move it over to him.
The thing is heavy, and with time, you even have problems rolling it.
Luckily, Wrecker comes to your help and starts to help you handle it, getting it closer to his creation.
"Can you lift it, Mesh'la?" he asks, already a mocking grin on his face. He exactly knows that he will be able to play your favorite muscle man, who has to come to your help in a few seconds.
But it's something you love him for, so you'll play along.
"Yeah, yeah. So funny," you roll your eyes, smiling, starting to grip the huge package of snow, trying to lift it up.
Nothing happens. Just like expected.
"Ahww, okay. Come on, big guy. Show me your muscles!" you laugh, stepping aside.
Wrecker nods happily and starts to lift the ball on top of the other two.
"It's huge!" you say, looking up at the snow figure that almost tops Wrecker in height.
"Thank you, Wrecker. Now we have to decorate it!" you say and start explaining to him what you would need.
After some time, you have found all the required things and start to make some stone buttons, while Wrecker puts arms made out of some sticks into the middle section.
Then you start to build a face, put a carrot in the highest snow sphere, and put a small plant pod on its head, so it looks like a little hat. Or, well, maybe it's more like Wrecker is following your instructions because you can't reach the head that well.
Satisfied, Wrecker and you both take a step back and look at your snowman together.
"It looks great!" you smile and lean into his side, enjoying his warmth.
"Yeah, think so, too," Wrecker mumbles, not as enthusiastically as you, and suddenly, you have a feeling that he didn't enjoy the whole process like you did.
Concerned, you turn around to him and look at his face, which has a troubled expression on it.
"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" you ask, now seriously worried.
"I-... You wanted to build that snowman, but I was too fast and- and needed too much snow. And now you couldn't build your own snowman," Wrecker says, playing with his fingers uncertainly.
You look at him confused before realization hits you, and the corners of your lips start to rise automatically.
"Oh, Wrecker! Stop thinking like that. You wanted to build one, too. And you've never even built one before. Of course, you have priority," you start to explain, stepping in front of him and taking his hands into yours.
"Besides, it's just snow. It won't be the last time we can build a snowman. And on top of that, I think it was really lovely to build one with you together. I'd rather build a hundred of them together with you than a single one on my own," you smile at him, squeezing his hands a little tighter.
Wrecker nods slightly.
"Yeah, it really was fun to do that together," he says and starts to smile, too.
Happily, you come a little bit closer and stand on your toes, leaning into him.
Wrecker's grin grows wider when he sees what you're up to. He leans down a bit and meets you in the middle.
Your lips touch, and in an instant, small butterflies start to rise in your chest. Everything gets warm and you sigh a little bit before leaning in closer, putting your hands on his cold cheeks, and deepening the kiss.
Wrecker puts his strong arms around you and pulls you closer to his chest.
And while you're standing there, sharing sweet kisses, quiet whispers and shy smiles, you almost don't notice how the clouds thicken and the snow starts to fall again.
It definitely won't be the last snowman you'll build together.
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21st Day of Christmas
Christmas Card Blues
Summary/Prompt: The reader reacts to getting Christmas cards from married couples with pictures of them with their smiling children.
Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, infertility & miscarriages, implied smut
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You and Jensen have been married for just over a year now and have been talking about and trying to have a baby for most of that time, but it just doesn’t seem to be in the books for you, or at least not yet. It doesn’t help that you only see each other every other weekend or a couple of times a month due to his busy filming schedule but you’ve been trying as often as possible anyway. After a few false positives and a miscarriage, you’re starting to lose hope. It’s difficult to handle the emotions on your own. You know he’s there for you and wants to support you but he’s often just too busy to be there as often as you would like or need. The pain of the loss and longing is always there but now, at Christmas time it all feels so much more intense. 
The Christmas photos and cards don’t help. Genevieve for one sent our homemade cards with a picture of their whole big happy family on the front. Of course, you love her, Jared and their little ones, so it earned pride of place on the front of the fridge. But as much as you love them it also makes you sad every time you look at it. You know it’s still early days but you just thought you would’ve at least been pregnant by now. You and Jensen had talked extensively before the wedding about how you dreamt of having a family together but now that you’re trying to make it a reality, it’s easier said than done. 
You’re standing in the kitchen with your hand on your stomach and tears in your eyes when Jensen returns from checking on the brewery. He’s been home from filming for a few days now but he’s had a list of other things to check on before Christmas in Austin. Part of you knows he likes to keep busy, but you also can’t help but wonder if he’s avoiding you since you’ve failed to make your and his Christmas wish come true. You’d both hoped you’d either have a baby in your arms for Christmas or at least a positive pregnancy test or ultrasound photos; instead, you have nothing. 
When he sees you he knows exactly what’s on your mind. He wraps you in his arms and pulls you into his chest as he kisses your head. “I know, Sweetheart. I’m right here. It’s gonna be fine. We’ll get our family one day. We can start looking into IVF and other options in the new year.”
“It’s my biological job to have a baby – reproduce – and I can’t even do that. I’m so useless.”
“Hey, hey. You’re not useless. This isn’t your fault. These things just happen. It could even be my sperm for all we know. But we will figure it out. Together we can get through this. I can take some time off early in the year, and drop back on my workload a little so I can be here with you. I know it’s hard doing this on your own.”
Your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter causing you to pull away and check it. Jensen looks over your shoulder knowing you won’t mind or would tell him if you did. As you tap on the notification a picture pops up of your sister, her husband and their young children. You tap the like button and then turn your phone off before placing it screen down. Jensen kisses your head again sweetly and wraps his arms around you from behind. “That will be us one day. We haven’t been married long. Just try to be patient. You’ll get to be a mother one day.”
“I’m sorry…You came home for a happy Christmas and here I am just moping around.”
“Don’t apologise, Baby. It’s hard and you’re hurting, and that’s okay. I’m here to help carry the load now. It’s okay to feel everything that you’re feeling.”
“It’s also just…I know your mom is gonna ask tomorrow when we get there…”
“Ask what?”
“Where her grandbabies are? We’ve had a year why haven’t we gotten on to it yet? You know I love your family, but your mom has high expectations and I always fall short and now I haven’t given you a baby yet when they know you want one. They know I’m a failure and that you should’ve married someone else.”
“You done venting yet?” he asks softly. You nod. “Okay. I know that’s how you feel, but that’s not how I feel.” He spins you around and lifts you on the bench so he can stand between your legs, be at face-level with you and meet your eyes. “You’re my stunning wife who works so hard to allow me to live my dreams while you stay here and keep everything afloat. The brewery, handling invoices with Steve for my music, this house, also being there for me whenever I need you, all while trying to do your own thing and now on top of all that you’re stressing about having a baby. I love that you’re motivated and driven and want to do all that. And as long as you’re happy, I’m happy, but you’re not happy. So, after Christmas, we’re gonna talk about lifting some of this workload and stress off you. We’ll negotiate. Also, us having children is none of my parent’s business. But if she asks I can take the blame.”
“You’re gonna take the blame for my miscarriage…We didn’t tell them for a reason.”
“They don’t need to know. I’m barely home. I’m working too hard. When would we have a chance to try? Put all of that on me. It’s true and I can take it.”
“But we have…We’ve been trying every time you come home.”
“A couple of times every other weekend? It’s been amazing, I’ve loved every time. But it’s still minimal. If I was home more often we could try every night. Get a lot more practice. But regardless, they don’t need to know. If mom says anything I’ll handle it. Having a baby isn’t supposed to be stressful, it’s supposed to be fun.”
“It was…in the beginning but now…”
“I know. I just want to get back to that fun.”
“Me too.”
“How about we just forget about it for now?”
“You’re finally home and you want us to not have sex anymore?”
“Did I say that? I don’t remember saying that,” he says teasingly. “I just mean, we stop putting so much emphasis on the why and just go back to making love or just focusing on the pleasure. Be in the moment more. If it happens, it happens. No more planning.” You nod in agreeance. “I’m glad you agree because I really want you to lay back on this bench for me.”
His hands squeeze your thighs as he kisses you deeply and then guides you to lean back. He sinks to his knees as his hands grip the waistband of your leggings and pull them down your legs.
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This is the first proper thing I've drawn in ages (and first are I think I've posted in over 5 years?) I just needed to draw the opening to Act 5 and my reaction to it.
Nothing has gripped me in such a way and forced me to finish an art piece like this in so fucking long. I see far too much of myself in him. I just want them to be ok after this is all over. STARS, this is just Asriel all over again isn't it. But WORSE!/pos
…I guess that could make this vent adjacent? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I also made a shitpost edit that I posted separately here.
There are so many things covered by each other and I just need to share and talk about them. Bonus details and rambles under the cut.
Siffrin's expression was like the first thing I drew and if it didn't turn out as good as it did I probably wouldn't have spent almost 10 days slowly adding to this and I just need to show it because his hands/arms end up covering most of their face.
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Nothing much else to say about him, I'm just super happy with how everything about him turned out (I did have to go back and redraw some of his hair towards the end because the line thickness wasn't consistent with everything I drew after.
Next is ME yippeeeee. I have no idea why I spent so long adding details even tho I knew alot of it would get covered by Sif 'cause of how I was posing this.
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I even designed a little button based on the Change Ornament + Star (the Change Belief and Lost Belief in The Universe really spoke to me in so many ways)
The gloves are an Archery Glove on the right hand and a Drawing/Writing Glove on the left.
The cloak is based on the style of cloak my mom made for my family for SCA events when I was young. It's just a simple hooded cloak but it has a slit in each side so you can stick your hands threw without needing to open up the cloak. I imagine it being stylized like, the opening doesn't exist until you stick your hands threw and then it can just freely glide around the face of the cloak to wherever it's needed, stopping at the elbow only letting threw the forearm, below the slit beginning to hang off the elbow with gravity while the part above begins to move with the upper arm.
I didn't even try to draw the outfit under the cloak because dealing with the folds of a thick wool cloak was enough for me (you can see how I gave up at the knees because I KNEW Sif was gonna cover them up). What I imagine the outfit being is this big baggy tunic and pants that are tied down at the forearms/calves to keep from getting in the way, it's also supposed to have a big baggy turtleneck thing that can be pulled up as a(nother) hood (iirc, this sorta thing was used so someone could wear a chainmail hood without it grabbing your hair(there ware also like stand alone cloth hoods that did the same thing too but eh, my memory is bad I might just be misremembering this)) but I couldn't figure out the folds and ended up just doing a simple button up thing (which then got covered by Sif's big head anyway.)
I spent soooo long trying to draw my eyes, trying to figure out the shape, and ended up just doing a bunch of small tests to the side before finding one that actually looked right. Drag it over the face and see that it fit EXACTLY, didn't even need to redraw it or anything.... unless you're talking about the other eye in which case I just duplicated it, flipped, and did some perspective warping until it looked ok because I could NOT draw that again especially at a different perspective (can I just say I have no idea how I drew that creepy eye but I love it, it was the first eye I drew and I just threw 4 lines down what the fuck how. Also the Mira-ish one looks cute too but didn't fit the expression.) I also needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with the expression I had before so you get 2 faces from me figuring that out (turns out I had the eyebrows facing the wrong way.)
I ALMOST FUCKING FORGOT MY FRECKLES TOO AAAAAAAAA (they're actually missing from the version I posted in the official ISaT server.) It was super weird trying to add them at the obscenely low resolution I was drawing at and they're probably gonna get compressed to hell and back but I think they're cute.
final thing.
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Why is my hair so similar to Sif's but longer? Like, you can see I was sketching over my drawing of him to make sure I'd keep the proportions right when I started working on myself but in the process I realized that I was basically drawing over his hair but longer for mine (drawing I was using as ref here made by @leemak)
Add that to the uncomfortably long list of things I have in common with Siffrin I guess.
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