#also why is his side profile so pretty . why . how . someone explain this to me please thanks

[angelltheninth]

the jealousy i felt when mizu pinned taigen and akemi to the ground ☹️🤚, can we have reader getting jealous and being all sulky and pouty the whole day when mizu's flirtatious side comes out when dealing with people??? i can imagine reader ignoring mizu and mizu sighing at her stubbornness trying to explain herself

This started off one way and then ended up well, here. How did that happen?

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, very suggestive, jealousy, grinding, making out, self-doubt, possessiveness, neck biting, mention of sex, flirty Mizu, jealous Reader

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Originally this was very, very fluffy, and then I said but what if it was just a little bit smutty?

You were beyond seething at the sight of seeing the inn keeper's daughter flirting with Mizu. She was more then just flirting, she was also touching her, tracing her hand softly up Mizu's arm even if Mizu tried to shrug her off. Some people really don't respect boundaries.

Staying at inns and keeping a low profile was always necessary, sometimes being in the less popular ones was a better move, gets less eyes on you. Well except for the eyes that also followed Mizu where ever she went. Like yes, your girlfriend was handsome and hot as fuck, but that didn't mean that other people could flirt with her so blatantly!

"And here is the rest of your coin back, I'm sorry to keep you waiting young samurai. And little lady." The old man was back. Great, now after Mizu counts all her change you can go to your room. Your single room. That you will clearly share.

Mizu seemed content and put her coin purse away, her hand always hovering next to her sword. "Thank you. We'll be on our way then."

"Are you sure you'll only be here for one night? There are many bad people here and we could really use the protection of someone skilled. I'm sure if can work out a deal or two." You saw Mizu trying hide her smirk.

"Sadly we can't stay long. We're very busy people. Thank you again for your generosity. Make sure to alert us if any guards come looking. This is such a beautiful place we don't want it to get burned down in a fight." Mizu would never hesitate to burn a place down and tear it apart if needed but she was quite tired right now. You understood that. What you didn't understand was why she kept standing there while she was being looked at like a piece of meat.

You didn't utter a word to her while you walked to your room but Mizu did make it a point to put her arm around you. You could have slapped it away but at that point it was more pettiness that drove your actions. The silence wasn't a bother while you changed for bed either. She was used to it, so many days traveling alone before she met you.

Mizu was more then comfortable changing around you, a trust you won over the years in which you knew her.

"It seems like we'll have a peaceful night tonight." Mizu walked up behind you and embraced you. "Or if you'd prefer," you sucked in a breath as her lips found your neck, "we could take advantage of being on a warm, soft bed." Her hands played with the front of your robe, tugging on the sash to let it fall open.

This time you did slap her hands away and even pushed your body away from hers. She was surprised to say the least, his pretty blue eyes wide and her eyebrows vanishing into her now free hair.

"Maybe you should go and ask the inn keepers daughter." You didn't spare her a glance as you set your robe back into place.

"Why?" God this woman was so...

"Because Mizu..." You sighted heavily and rubbed your temples to get rid of the upcoming headache, "She was moments away from begging you to fuck her. The worst part? I think you were enjoying it." Crossing your arms was done more in a protective gesture then an angry one.

"I wasn't-"

"You were flirting with her. It's so easy for you isn't it? One smirk, one a few not rude words and people are ready to jump into bed at you. Honestly sometimes... I don't even know why you're still with me." You didn't mean for your voice to crack the way it did.

Silence washed over the two of you, no longer comfortable even by Mizu's standards. "Won't you look at me?"

"No." You mumbled.

"Stubborn brat." Mizu's hands locked around your wrists and turned you around. You tried to pull away from her grip but she wasn't letting up, only stepping closer.

"Mizu..." You warned and narrowed her eyes at her, "Let me go right no-" She cut your angry rant off with a kiss, chasing your lips even when you pulled away. Your feet slipped on the bed covers, sending you both toppling down, Mizu pinning your hands against your head, not pulling away even when your teeth pressed together.

Her lips were tightly pressed against your own, her grip locked around your wrists and her hips pushing your legs apart. "Finally looking at me." The smugness in her tone shouldn't have been so attractive, you were supposed to be angry with her right now. "I'm used to the kind of attention I got from her. It can get really lonely on the road and when you're a man, or presenting as one, there are certain expectations when it comes to interacting with women who flirt with you. Flirting like that was more of a necessity then anything more. I suppose over time it became a natural response for me."

Blue eyes followed your tongue as it wet your lips. "You could have said no."

"I should have. That was my mistake. One that I will work on." Her hands moved down to your shoulders, revealing more skin under the dim light of the candles. "But don't think, even for a moment, that she's the one I want." You had just enough time to take a breath before she was kissing you again, trying to convey her apology and her desire. Nimble hands moved further down, stopping just before touching skin.

You gasped into her mouth, a sound that she loved hearing. Embracing her tight around her shoulders you kissed her back, opened your mouth and let your tongues slip and roll around each other, pulling apart barely, strings of saliva falling apart in thing strings.

The familiar touch of Mizu's fingers skimming along the inside of your thigh made your legs open wider, but at the same time, "You're tired Mizu."

"I've had sex in worse conditions than this." That wasn't the brag she thought it was. Okay, maybe it was a little impressive. Just a tiny bit.

"Horny demon." Her lips spread in a smile as she cupped your ass cheeks and pushed you upwards.

"You're not any better. I don't have to touch you to make you wet. You could probably get off from this couldn't you? These light touches and my kisses." It didn't help that you rolled your hips against her right at that moment. "My pretty girl. How could I want anyone else?" Mizu didn't want to stop kissing you yet. With every kiss you felt her getting closer to you, until finally you felt her thigh between your legs.

"Mizu." You whimpered, gathering all of your strength to push her away. You didn't want to look down and see her thigh being wet. Instead you focused on her eyes, her face, "I appreciate this but I won't have you collapsing from the lack of sleep. Again. Not for sex."

Pouting was something was something you'd never get used to from her. "Are you sure? I told you I can keep going. You're already close as i-!" Mizu moaned against your shoulder at the bruise you were in the middle of sucking against her neck. You let go with a wet pop, nodding at your work. "Brat."

"Only for you." Mizu gave you one more kiss before she moved away. You hissed at the sticky slickness that coated your thighs as you turned to your side and let her spoon you. "Do you think you can kiss me in front of her tomorrow." You were reaching extraordinary levels of petty right now.

"If it will make you happy." She pressed one last kiss against the back of your head before the fight was put behind you, replaced by pleasant, and slightly horny, dreams for the both of you.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #bes #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #bes x reader #blue eye samurai imagine #mizu imagine #bes imagine #blue eye samurai headcanons #mizu headcanons #bes headcanons #blue eye samurai fanfic #bes fanfic #mizu fanfic #x reader #x female reader

[romchat]

Story of Kunning Palace Ep. 18: Observing you observing me

When you've always seen yourself as the villain, is it harder to accept kindness or accept that others see kindness within you?

Hands down my favorite parts of Episode 18 were these two back-to-back scenes with You Fangyin, Jiang Xuening, and Xie Wei. For our two deeply scarred leads, the ability to find someone who truly sees them for who they are and what they could be feels unattainable, and yet in this episode they both find that.

The day after being attacked by a delirious Xie Wei, Xuening goes to visit You Fangyin in prison. Feeling guilty about not being able to stop Yan Lin from being exiled, Xuening also expresses guilt about keeping Fangyin in "another prison" to protect her from her family. Like Xie Wei with Yan Lin, she believes her scheming has shackled Fangyin to an even worse fate.

But Fangyin just smiles and gently corrects her, arguing that Xuening has actually made her life better. She also notes that while "death is the end of everyone's life, the process could have thousands of possibilities." The conversation is a good reminder for Xuening that not only is Yan Lin's disastrous fate not locked into place, but also that perhaps Xie Wei's actions, like her own towards Fangyin, might not be as nefarious as she had originally assumed.

I think that's why when Xie Wei confronts her outside the prison, she's angry but it's more from feeling betrayed than anything else.

Side Note #1: This woman though. Xuening literally saw Xie Wei murder a man and almost gets stabbed/strangled herself, but she's more upset that he kept his plan to protect Yan Lin a secret from her. She might idolize and be attracted to Zhang Zhe's virtuousness but she and Xie Wei are two peas in a pod when it comes to embracing the idea that sometimes the ends justify the (bloody) means.

Side Note #2: I love how Xie Wei is wary enough of Xuening's reaction that he keeps his distance but the moment his guard, Qing Feng, starts criticizing her he moves to her side.

Side Note #3: Zhang Linghe's profile is magnificent. That jawline is sharper than the dagger Xie Wei used to kill Gongyi Cheng.

Xie Wei is an excellent people reader, and when she accepts his invitation back to his home, he knows she's angry. So it takes him aback when she extends a bit of kindness despite that.

The beginning of this scene has such lovely subtle acting by Zhang Linghe. Xuening sees Xie Wei struggle with setting down the qin because of his injured hand so she reaches over and gently places it on the table for him. That cautious lift of Xie Wei's head and the wonderous look on his face like he can't believe she'd offer care after witnessing his violence...that broke me. It says so much about his character and the low expectations he has for the people around him to care.

But when it comes to Xuening, Xie Wei doesn't want her to have those same low expectations of him. He tells her not to trust him, that he's not a good person, and yet he

Risked his life to take pills that would treat his delirium enough that he could approach her the morning after he attacked her;

Is willing to risk his revenge plan by explaining parts of his strategy to someone with links to the Ministry of Justice just so that she doesn't turn away from him;

Gets visibly frustrated when she assumes he just wants to shut her up about the murder rather than explain about Yan Li.

And he tucks it away in his heart that she admits to observing him like he observes her. Although his identity is an illusion, it is enough for him that he is an illusion she truly sees and can be kind to.

Look at that boyish smile.

How she is so oblivious about his feelings at this point is beyond me but Minister of Justice and Cheekbones is pretty distracting so I guess I get it.

#story of kunning palace #宁安如梦 #ning an ru meng #cdrama #meta #zhang ling he #bai lu

[shigacocki]

Twitter message

Paired: tomura shigaraki x chubby fem! Reader smut

A/N: this was based on my twitter dms that's I got few days ago, I still can't believe someone ask me that lol. ( also this self-insert soo I'm sorry if this oneshot isn't described as you.)

Warnings: misogyny/transphobic + incel shiggy + non-con/dub-con + forced pregnancy + drugged (sex pollens) + mention of kidnapping.

You got a message from twitter, you click it and see a username by the name league01_ with a no profile and check their account, It's recently been made.

You check the message and it's say:(Helloo are you here?? Are you female or not?) your eyebrow rise and start to giggle, you had to troll them.

You accept the message and start to mess with them.

(what's if I have penis?... I'm a woman) you send the message less then a few mintues they're start to relpy and message back.

(Huh? Are you woman or tran? That's why I'm asking, I'm very confused.) You were getting frustrated with this person and basically explain to them that's you're a cis woman. it's was extremely rude for someone to asking you for your gender, They're reply back.

(ahh okay I'm sorry but what's does cis mean?)

You were dumbfounded by their relpy and send a message back.

(I'm born as a woman, I have breast and vagina.   Hope you have great day bro.)

They're send a message and you block them after that.

(It's sound like you don't wanna talk to me no more.)

Little did you know you were messaging the most dangerous villain, Tomura shigaraki. He was infuriated by you blocking him, he started to scratch his neck aggressively.. Little brat.

Then he has an idea, he starts looking for more info about you. How dare you act like that toward him, he does have tran friends and you didn't let him explain about it.

Tomura made other fake account and start stalking your page, he's got more upset when he's seen you expose your messages about him but you cover his username.. Awww she want to hide my username how cute.

Tomura thought to himself. He kept scrolling to your page and found some photos of you.. You're quite cute.. But have a bratty attitude.

Tomura easliy found your location by hacking some info and steal more photos of you.

It's been a couple of days since you had block that person, you're glad they're didn't harass you or send death threats your way.

You quitely enjoy a nice warm walk by the park, it's pretty chilly so you had a big baggy green hoodie and simple black pants.

You sigh softly as you went to sat down at a bench. Listing to the birds chirp and enjoy the autumn air.

A tall slim man came near your bench as he sat down too. You give him a side eye, he looks to be around your age but has a skin condition so it's hard to tell with his messy light blue hair covering his face.

You look away to look at the birds more.

Without warning the man quickly put his hand around your neck and your eyes widened in fear.

" hello little bunny it's nice to see you in person." He leans in as he starts to nip your ear. You have no clue who this person is or why this man is holding your neck threateningly. Your whole body start to shake very uncomfortable and freeze up by his unwanted attention.

" don't you remember me the one that's you block on twitter? " you gulp now realized this person is the one you block.

"Please... Don't hurt me, I can delete it.. I'm sorry-.." he let's out a dry chuckle send chills running down your spine.

"mhmm I was angry when you post those messages of us talking but I'll ignore it. You're a lot prettier in person then those photos you have on your page." you felt tears coming down your face as he's begin to stand up and whisper.

"Listen to me and you won't get hurt, okay bunny?" You nodded your head fast as he raspy chuckle more.

You and him walk to a nearby alleyway away from the park.. it's was getting less light as he made you walk further in the alleyway.

there a unsetting silence around you two once he's stop in his tracks, he's lean in to deeply inhale... Did he just sniffed my hair??

Your eyes slowly look at him to feel a sharp pain near your tan neck.

"ahh what's the hell is-.." Your sentence stopped, your whole body feels like It's on fire. Your deep brown eyes turn full blown black and collapse onto the dirty ground.

You look up at him with worry expression as his smirk goes big.

"I knew this would come in handy." He has a syringe in his hand as you whine pathetically that's made his cock twitch with excitement.

"What.. Is that?" He lean in and whisper softly.

"Sex pollen.. It's helps you relaxed for our main event." You narrow your eyes at him but close your eyes tightly letting out a loud moan.

"Now let's see if you're telling the truth about being a female." You cringe at his words but gasp loudly as he start to decay both your pants and panties.

"Are you gonna scream for your sweet hero to come and save you-.." He pauses letting out a long low groan.

You felt his hands on your plushy ass then a loud whack echo in the empty alleyway. You cover your face as he keep smacking your ass more until it's nice shade of red.

"Please just... Fuck me." There was a other long paused of silence but you heard the jiggles of his belt. You turn your head to see him struggling with his own pants.

You wanna laugh at how desperate he is but he can easily decay you if you make a noise.

Your eyes move down to his long slender fingers as he finally free himself. Your mouth drops wide, drool slowly comes out as his girthy cock on your pump behind.

He grabs the base to your entrance but he uses his finger to test the water, He groans long and low.

"Holy... Shit, you're soaking.. filthy little slut." You whimper as he tap his red spongy tip to your clit.

"Please.. Be gentle I-.. Uhh I'm a virgin." You give your sad puppy dog eyes to him as his smirk grow more sinister by the second.

"That's even better." You cry out when he start to slide inside your warm tight walls.

"I am too... Well we're both losing it together."

You want to scream at him. You want to move away and never to see him again but you cannot... You're helpless and quirkless woman that's going lose it by a villain.. The sex pollen driving you crazy.

Your sweet moans echo in tomura's ear driving him insane too. His hands move to grab hold of your soft-skin waist and begin to drill into your tight virgin walls little too quickly.

Your whole body moves forward by how strong his thrusting is. His slim pelvis slams your behind hard and fast. Your eyes roll back, naturally move your hips back to his inhuman thrusts making your cervix hurt. His tip hit it every time he pulled back only to slam back in hard.

"Mhmm fuck.. I'm gonna cum-... I'm gonna put a baby inside of you." Your mind is screaming at you to call out for help but you're too cock drunk to listen to it or him mumbing…

Your high is coming too soon. Your body begins to orgasm as your mind goes blank and more drools come out. Your body start to stiff up as your walls contracting around his thick throbbing cock making him struggle to move.

Your orgasm costs him to cum too early as he calls out your name. You felt the hot thick liquids fill your womb up, your walls milking him for all his worth. You lay here lifeless.

You sigh heavily finally it's done but you slowly realize it's not going away as your eyes widen in fear. you look back at the light blue haired villain who's smirking at you.

"I'm gonna keep you, we're gonna keep going until you get knocked up by me."

All you remember was him pulling out a wet cloth to your mouth and slowly darkness took hold of your vision.

*Edit*

I had to edit this a bit since I realized it's was lacking a bit of details soo I fix most of it lol. *it's kinda okay*

#tomura shigaraki #bnha #fanfic #mha #mha fanfiction #shigaraki #tomura x reader smut #tw// noncon #tw// breeding #tw// drugged #incel shigaraki

[smytherines]

Extremely specific neurodivergent curtwen headcanons that crack me like an egg:

ADHD Agent Mega is practically fan canon at this point, but I feel like we focus on him being bored & fidgeting more than other ADHD issues. Like I imagine so much of his macho guy bluster is 1. from being gay in a homophobic society, but also 2. From Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria. I dunno, something about the way he gets so flustered and defensive when people criticize him (which happens constantly)?

I've been thinking about maybe Curt being dyslexic? Like maybe he doesn't read briefings because they're already difficult to focus on, but also they're literally difficult to read? He mixes up information no matter how hard he tries. He's learned to stop trying and pretend he's just too cool for that nerd shit, but whenever someone gives him a hard time for screwing up he takes it really really personally? He has big emotional outbursts, which is especially tough as a closeted gay man in the 1950s-1960s

I have a lot of headcanon about autistic Owen Carvour, but it's kinda weird because he's canonically the villain of SAF, and that tends to stray uncomfortably into "he was always a monster" OR "the fall made him into a monster." So with autistic Owen headcanon it veers too close to saying that being autistic made him a monster (yikes, no) or that becoming disabled (no way in hell he doesn't have chronic pain issues after all that) made him a monster (also yikes, no).

So for me, the way that I frame it is like... okay so Owen is literally masking in the show, but I think about what that says about him that one of the major details we know about him is that he is very good at pretending to be other people. I'm a heavily masked autist myself, so this really resonates with me. With autistic men there are some very specific stereotypes like math, bad at social interaction, etc. But I think Owen would have a profile more stereotypically attributed to women: being hyper aware of everything around him, using "movie talk" or just remembering interactions with others and having a script. I don't know how to explain it exactly, but it's like you enter a situation and you can more or less suss out what people are expecting from you in that situation, so you just flip through your mental rolodex of phrases and deliveries and ways to stand and hold your face that align with their expectations of you. You become adept at blending in.

I would fully believe that Owen reads every briefing multiple times and has charts and diagrams, and maybe before the fall part of why he does that is that he knows Curt is a talented agent but just struggles with that part of the job, and Owen feels protective of him. Like he gets that Curt is impulsive and feels the need to be a counterweight to that. It feels like Curt blocks out information and takes in stimuli, and Owen blocks out stimuli but takes in as much info as humanly possible.

Then there's all the villain shit obviously. This is extreme headcanon territory, but one part of being autistic is what they call the "autistic sense of justice." That absolutely does not mean that autistic people have some preternatural ability to be eternally on the right side of history, we all have our individual identities and experiences coloring what we consider "justice," but just on a personal level being autistic and becoming disabled radicalized me. It led to me becoming anti-capitalist & anti-imperialist. It drastically changed my perception of right and wrong because I had to interrogate my own understanding of power, the way the concept of "crime" is created (like you get jail time for shoplifting, but your boss doesn't get punished at all for stealing money out of your paycheck).

I've already done ridiculous long posts about the political stuff, but I do think that an autistic person, especially one who has gone through a massive trauma, might come through it with a new understanding that the US/UK governments are actually pretty awful, that ignorant brutes shouldn't be in charge of politics and information.

I dunno I probably have more but I've already dumped too much here

#spies are forever #owen carvour #agent curt mega #curtwen #ND curtwen #autistic owen #adhd agent mega

[kaibutsushidousha]

Can you rate all 2021 & 2022 silhouette Servants?

1) Morgan is my 3rd favorite Servant in the whole game and pretty sure she already has her own post explaining why. The Morgan-Arthuria-Fujimaru-Oberon quartet parallels are really the best part of Avalon le Fae.

2) Another member of my level 100 crew. Taigong was my most requested Servant at the time of his release and what we got of him is certainly in line with what I wanted. Goofy but capable. Thoughtful except when his fear of disappointing gets the better of him. Great taste in waifus. All in all, I can proudly say that's the tactician I asked for.

3) Jue was one of the big stars of Traum along with Roland and Xu Fu. He's as pragmatic and ruthless as he can get but the narrative is no less sympathetic to his motives, ideals, and lifetime failures. Regardless of whether or not the Master he's so devoted to turns out to be an Olga Marie piece in some way, Zhang Jue still has a very important place in the overall narrative as someone whose story and character reflects Olga's own perhaps even better than Douman does.

4) Kagekiyo is perhaps the most successful example of a mixed Servant because Heian gave them a very emotionally powerful character moment as Yoshitsune (Kintoki's best opponent in Heian) while the Kamakura event gave them an equally powerful moment as Kagekiyo proper. Both sides are covered evenly and covered well. Kagekiyo proper is my favorite character in the Ushiwakamaru circle of characters (low bar, but I do like them a lot).

5) Homietrot is my friend. Homietrot is your friend. She's always there being devoted and positive when Morgan and Mash need her. I'm extremely glad she became a permanent addition to the main cast.

6) Miss Crane's event is very rightfully criticized for being a mishmash of idol fandom memes, but Crane herself is one part that's undeniably written with a heart. Also, her design is gorgeous, her less dignified expressions are excellent, her relationships to both her original Master and Romani made me feel things, and her Noble Phantasm is one of my favorites.

7) Quixote and Sancho have their bad jokes along the way but are overall a fun comedy duo with poignant character moments for both of them individually, a neat role in the narrative, insightful commentary about their own nature and how it reflects on other characters, and one of the most soulful profiles in the whole game. Sancho was all in all one of the best ideas possible for this character.

8) Kriemhild already has her own post about her part in Traum, so I'll just add that she's being pretty well-used in interludes and events.

9) Kiichi has a fun personality, is easy to mock as every Sakurai fetish combined, and provided the tengu lore that made me go insane at least twice, but the star of her debut is clearly Kagekiyo so she's a bit on the forgettable side as her own character (as opposed to as the representative of tengus).

10) Bakin speaks funny, had meaningful things to say about Chaldea's role in part 2, and rightfully calls Hokusai a shithead. He's a character I could love if he was a less boring event.

11) Feihu is an always welcome addition to the Investiture of the Gods crew but they kinda did nothing with him beyond "dad" and the stupidest questions about loyalty. It's a shame they sacrificed Tianhua's chances for a solo Servant debut, but the family gimmick was imo worth it.

12) Caren is Caren. Not even her memes are new. Welcome presence as a new member of the NagiKama friend circle, but it was it is.

13) Lostbelt Percival is one of those Avalon le Fae cast members I paid the least attention to. His opinion on fae is a thing I agree with, though. Can't comment on Pan-Human Percival because I'll only buy the first Aslaug novel next month.

14) Constantine had a charming relationship and an excellent death scene in Traum, but in both cases, Joan was the better side of it. Likewise in his epic duel, Quixote was the better side of it for such a wide margin it ain't even funny.

15) The Trung sisters certainly existed but not nearly as much as the Cons existed (and still constantly exist in merch). All I can say is congratulations to the Vietnamese fans.

16) Tametomo was a minor character in Traum, then he got a main part in his debut event and I still feel Traum did more for his character than the event did.

17) Galatea has cool pants, which are great but not great enough to compensate for her coming in and out of her debut event completely unaware of what was going on with Aphrodite. If she's going to be a side dish to an Olympian we'll never have, at least let her be emotionally involved with it.

18) Baobhan Sith's Eliza-like visuals are very significant: her whole character concept is "what if Eliza's character arc simply ended in CCC chapter 2 instead of evolving into the perfect redemption arc presented in chapters 5 and 7". Unfortunately, I can't care much about an undercooked version of a great character. At least she's good as an example of how Beryl works.

19) Huyan Zhuo is impressively obnoxious and about the most gratuitous and undignified FGO has gotten with waifubait. She's a good fit for her role of less mature foil for the baby version of Elizabeth Bathory but still solid placed on my bottom 5 Servants.

#fate grand order

[inspireland]

KIMCHAY FIC IDEA - post-finale & reconciliation

My fav headcanon is Chay being a really good and popular writer in the WIK fandom. We know he canonically is pretty good at writing, at least where it comes to songs, so why not fics as well?

Kim gathers from one of their conversations that Chay used to write fics - Chay never actually tells him that, it's just a vague comment that slips out, but Kim becomes obsessed with finding out his account.

Insert Kim researching what's the site Chay is most likely to have posted the fics. AO3 seems like a pretty good start, and it's easier to do research on there due to the filter, so he starts going through the WIK tags on AO3 but nothing jumps out to him as an indication of having been written by Chay, so he makes a fake Twitter profile he uses to spy on his stans in the fic side of fandom (I love fics exploring kimchay interacting or at least observing WIK stans' behavior when they think they're not being watched lol - if I were famous, I'd definitely snoop around).

At one point he finds out that there's this queer male author who was really loved by WIK stans but he suddenly stopped updating fics around the time everything went to shit and that's how Kim finds Chay's AO3 and then feels guilty because he realizes that with his curiosity he just violated Chay's privacy again so he's mentally restraining himself from reading the fics (THERE ARE SO MANY THOUGH, HE'S SO CURIOUS) and at the same time he's trying to find the right moment to confess to Chay.

Meanwhile, you have Chay being fully aware of Kim snooping around to find his account: dropping the hint about him writing fics was his way of torturing Kim because he knows how his boyfriend is hella curious, and also, they haven't gone... all the way yet, Kim being hesitant because of reasons he's not telling Chay because he hasn't become a pro at that communication thing overnight, and Chay knew that his virginity might've been one of the reasons of Kim's hesitancy because Kim still viewed Chay as this pure delicate flower to cherish and protect.

So Chay had to find a way to make Kim understand how much he wants Kim without bringing up the conversation himself (it's always Chay initiating important steps in their relationship damn it! He needed Kim to start opening his mouth for once), so he sent Kim on this chase and enjoyed watching Kim become all cat-focused on the pray in his research and then squirming when he had to find a way to tell Chay about it, thinking Chay wasn't aware.

Eventually, Kim confesses, Chay has a good laugh at seeing Kim being squirmy, Kim is confused at Chay being nonchalant about it, Chay explains that at this point, Kim already knows Chay was infatuated with WIK back then after seeing his WIK shrine and still asking Chay to write him a love song

"you know? That I saw that?"

"I mean, it was a reasonable conclusion to reach after I found out that you were spying on me. I was able to connect some dots, considering some of the red flags I chose to ignore. It was that time you told me you'd stay behind at home while I went to buy the noodles, wasn't it? I'm not upset about it, now, even though I was pretty embarrassed when I realized it."

and then he gives Kim blanket permission to read his fics, if he's curious and comfortable doing it because

"Most of them are about you anyway, so if anything, you have a right to read whatever you want, especially if it's inspired by you"

an unsuspecting Kim having no idea what he was getting himself into.

That's how Kim's brain gets melted by surprisingly well-written, wild, creative, and horny af smut involving his public persona. Of course, I'd enjoy reading about his reactions to certain fics, perhaps some passages from fics being directly quoted.

Imagine Kim being both hot and bothered, and also pleasantly surprised by the creativity of some of the fics AND the length of many of them. You just know someone as determined and emotionally self-aware, but introverted, as Chay would have IDEAS and would therefore be serving variety, both of the "Canon Compliant" type and the AUs, some fics being WIK/Reader or WIK/other celebs, some being WIK centric introspection (it's shocking how well Chay unknowingly read into him beyond his persona at some points, but perhaps it shouldn't be, as Chay has demonstrated many times that he can pick up on a lot of stuff, just chooses to ignore what doesn't serve to him in that moment); some fics are long af, with a compelling plot (his boyfriend should seriously consider writing a novel), others being fluffy oneshots at first and then smutty ones later on when Chay's hormones fully hit, and you can see Chay's writing improving exponentially between when he started, like 2 years prior, and the last fics.

And all the while, Kim picks up on all these fantasies, noticing which fics were Chay exploring wild shit just because it's fiction and fiction is a safe haven of exploration (or a way to indirectly vent about what was going on in his life - those were the fics where Chay went towards exploring darker themes), and which fics show patterns of Chay's genuine preferences - and boy, does Kim learn a lot from that, like how horny his boyfriend could be and which of Kim's traits he used to obsess over the most (various physical traits aside, like hands and collarbones and lips, Kim's heart softens each time Chay takes his time describing how beautiful WIK's smile and laugh are or how the person being with WIK loved being embraced by him and hearing his quiet comforting voice rumbling in his chest, all things he encounters often in Chay's writing, even the most pwp of fics, during the after-care).

After Kim manages to emerge out of the rabbit hole (it took him a while, there was a lot of material, okay?), after a few weeks of unresolved sexual tension and him becoming aware of another of Chay's many sides, they finally properly talk about intimacy, about their experiences or lack thereof

(Is Kim as experienced as people assume he is or is he a virgin, actually? - I like both takes tbh. We know he's canonically not experienced in feelings and intimacy, but on the sexual side, it can be either. To me, he can either have slept around a lot, no strings attached, or not have had sex at all/just never went all the way, because he's paranoid about leaving himself vulnerable in any way)

They openly talk about their boundaries, and then? They start exploring.

Sometimes inspired by some of Chay's fic scenarios that Kim was particularly captivated by.

Okay, so who is gonna write this kimchay long-fic for me? Who's gonna be my savior? You'd have my lifetime devotion, promise.

(the only request is please, if you do end up writing something inspired by this, don't refer to Kim as mafia prince or any of that mafia-romanticizing crap. The dude tried to get away from that world exactly because he knows it's fucked up and he himself could go on a dark path if he stuck around. It's not an aesthetic for him or for anybody in the show really, it's a life of criminality and violence he was born into, and the show doesn't romanticize it either even while exploring relationships within that world. Porsche wanted nothing do to with all that at first and he wanted his brother to stay away from it after he himself was forced to be part of it due to the circumstances - you think that's the sign of someone who views the mafia as an aesthetic? as something cool and suave? There's a difference between treating romance within a dark context and romanticizing said dark context, which some people in the fandom do.)

PSA: I have no time to look up typos and English isn't my first language so bear that in mind when reading this whole post lol.

#kimchay #kim x porschay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #kinnporche the series #kimchay fic

[kauzebridgerton]

Describe your relationships with the DL Boys and the Ocs!

Wow! I have so many friends! I hope I don't forget anyone...

((Remembering that I'm going to talk about those with whom Kauze had the most contact or had a great first interaction (several reblogs in one RP ask), after all it wouldn't make sense for him to talk about someone who never spoke to him, or who only made a single reblog on RP, I hope you understand, and he also doesn't remember the new characters that were introduced to him in the mini event I'm doing))

@ruki--mukami is the best! He always takes care of me, helps me when I need it and always teaches me many things, for me he is the best vampire there is! Among the Mukamis and Sakamakis he is my favorite! Because he was never scary or mean to me! I love him and he is one of my best friends in the world!

@princesscrownprince Kai and Lukas are really nice to me! I miss them, but adults are pretty busy aren't they? I hope they take a little vacation and come see me! I love the way Lukas dresses and I'll never forget what he told me when I told him I wanted to be a hero! Oh! Oh! And Kai is so amazing! I love how he is always willing to play with me and take care of me! I hope to make them proud when I grow up.

@dj-diabolik-fan Mystic is awesome too! He always helps me when I need it, like a big brother, I love it when he explains something about the founders to me so I can get to know a little more about myself, he was one of the first people I met so he is also one of my favorites ! Oh! And about Kazuha... She's so amazing, like a perfect person! I also want to be perfect when I grow up! But I have to admit she's a little scary...

@the-timeless-founder I love Saeclus! He is very amazing! Apart from that he also takes great care of me, besides he is a founder! I feel like I can tell him anything, because he would super understand me! He seems to be very powerful even more than Carla and Shin! I hope that one day Saeclus can be my sensei and teach me a lot!

@fruit-of-infidelity Ryuuto is awesome too! I don't talk to him much, because he always seems to be very busy, other than that Karlheinz can show up at any time and that's pretty scary! But other than that, I really like Ryuuto because he is a great artist and he helped me paint a picture for Carla, since I met him, my drawings have improved a lot! And that's thanks to him! I hope to get a lot closer to him over time!

@iricathel I really like Irina! She is very kind! But I feel a little embarrassed talking to girls... That's why I almost never talk to her... Oh! Oh! But she has a really nice brother about my age! I hope to continue being close to her and making friends with her brother!

@mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat Kuron is really cool! At first I was scared of him... But I think everything will work out and we'll become good friends! Oh! He's also very stylish and handsome, I think he's famous for something... But I don't follow these things very well! He's also very good at picking out gifts so soon I'll buy him something to make him like me even more! his only flaw is that he likes Kou! yuck!

Kou (it's not a specific Kou, but my character was already "created" to hate Kou lol, it's no hate to anyone who has a Kou profile! 💕 ): Ew! yuck! How can I say something good about him?! He is very mean, fake and arrogant! He always ignores me and says bad things to me, I don't like it when he yells at me or says I'm stealing his place, because I would never want to be like him! He might as well tour the other side of the world!

@ask---shin---tsukinami I really like Shin! He was the first one who took me in and gave me a place to live! But I don't like it when he yells at me or doesn't let me make new friends...! I'm glad we finally got along and got it right! I love him and want to see him well, I miss him sometimes, maybe I will visit him one day!

((Sorry if I forgot someone :(

#kauzebridgerton

[vineofroses]

i've gone down a my immortal rabbit hole.

obviously i've known what my immortal is since like, 2013/2014. i've read it. what i didn't know is that it has a deep history of conspiracy theories and an ongoing mystery of who the author really is.

so i've been watching some youtube videos of internet sleuths and youtube journalists explaining all the history. the stuff about rose christo is really wild, especially considering the buzzfeed articles talking about her book have not been corrected after the revelation that she did not write my immortal.

anyway.

in one video, the youtuber Sarah Z is explaining her back and forth with Todd through ff.net DMs about his potential identity as the my immortal author (obviously he's not). he starts mentioning something called Critics United in the DMs, which then sends Sarah in the video off on a side bar to explain Critics United -- a neighborhood watch type of group on ff.net, not employed by ff.net, that comments on people's fics if they break any of the ridiculous rules ff.net has in place telling you of the violation and threatening to report the fic for takedown. it also gets placed on a Reportable Offense community dashboard.

memory unlocked! i remember getting one of those comments back in 2015. i had a posted an Angel fic that I really excited about but part of the fic involved internet chat rooms (because in Season 4 Angel mentions something about being known through internet forums). so my fic was basically the internet chat rooms, with story surrounding the chats as well. a comment from someone named catspats31 was the first comment on the fic. they told me they liked my writing, which i was excited about it, but then followed that by saying it broke a certain rule about no chat speak on ff.net.

it was a really disappointing comment to get. i no longer remember my log in information for that account so i can't see the private messages but i'm pretty sure i remember doing a back and forth with them about how ridiculous that rule was and explained why the chat room parts of the story were necessary for my story set up. in their comment they even told me a "better way to write it." which is just, fucking rude.

the comment is still there. the profile for that person is still active. they are still monitoring people's fics on ff.net to this day. and i'm just like, why?? why is that the thing you've decided to do with your time?

i never finished that story. that comment was partly why.

ff.net has been dead to me for years but this was a nice reminder of why :)

seriously though, how has the internet evolved so much since 2006 but we still don't know who authored my immortal? and articles that intervew rose christo like she's the real author should either be taken down or corrected. that, like, seems like the obvious thing to do.

#my immortal #fan fiction dot net #ff.net

[chanyoungies]

take these not wave era but still san pics also.

u are enjoying it arent u

#the wonderland hair confuses me to this day like i dont dislike it i think its rlly grown on me but also huh?? what . #last pic...starry pouty sunshine.......💗💞💗💖💞💖💞💓💗💖💕💞💖💓💞 #pokes his dimple... gives him a gentle smooch....pets his hair... #i wld just live w my hand in sans hair hes lucky were not friends #also why is his side profile so pretty . why . how . someone explain this to me please thanks #i know im getting repetitive but im just simply 💞💕💕💞💗💞💕💞💖💞💕💞💗💕💞💖💞💕💞💖💞💕💞💖💞💗💞💖💞💕💖💞💗💞 #im just sitting there on my couch w hearts flying around my head . i am a fool full of adoration for this one man #millie's rep #cherry elf 🌷 #im so. im so 💕💞💖💞💕💞💖💞 being choi san should be illegal he shld be arrested for making me just a pink puddle #bc thats what i am now . i have melted n i look like a glittery strawberry milkshake #also its fine i welcome all san eras i am simply in love #sun flare!

[softkuea]

The "Theo is so evil and manipulative" narrative makes no sense to me, i'm sorry. Honestly? It's the worst take i have seen so far, maybe people can't fully understand his side or something, but to me, Theo being enchanté is both brilliant and tragic in a way. It was extremely impactful, even knowing that was the case, because it says a lot about the state of mind he was in: we have a person that loves to read and indulge himself in fantasies. Then, life happens, his grandma died and his world shattered to pieces. When you are grieving your emotions all are over the place, you feel isolated and depressed, this can lead to being in denial, feeling angry... And how do you cope with that? Theo went back to Thailand, meet Akk, the only person he had such a strong connection with after his grandma and found a safe haven. Akk becames everything for him, psychological speaking, Theo wanting Akk's care and attention its pretty normal considering his vulnerable situation. Theo also is an artistic soul, an hopeless romantic i would say, he loves fantasies, it's a part of his personality, therefore, making a whole fake persona to express himself it's something that just fits with the narrative and his psychological profile. Theo gets too caught up in his own world: he continues the enchanté thing for this same reason. At first it was just a silly idea, things escalated FAST, but because it was too late to back off... And his curiosity was on peak, he kept going: Theo going with the flow of everything it's a rational choice. Every individual has ways to deal with the world around them, some of them, however, can be disruptive, but there's no wrong o right way.

I mean, think about it: you experienced a traumatic event, wouldn't be fun to indulge yourself in a dream-like situation that protects you from the pain, not even only that, but a situation that can even give you answers about someone you deeply love (Akk)?

I don't know If I explain myself, but enchanté was a coping mechanism since the beginning and this is tragic because trust me, i been there, i know cases of people like this, and Theo was sort of lucky at the end, not everyone gets out of that mental state. Akk was always there to put Theo's feet in the earth, he was there to hear him, to support him and I think that was what made Theo realizes that it was enough and he went to far. I'm glad he had someone by his side because he really needed it.

Was the plan stupid? Maybe, but that doesn't make this process less tragic and realistic. Theo is not perfect person, this is why i love his character, there's too many layers and so much sadness hiding behind him. You think it was unhealthy? I think that was actually the point, nobody thinks Theo did something good, he did what he thought was okay at the moment and yeah, that was a mistake, but to me that just show how human he is. I'm sorry but I can't see "an awful person", just someone that was hurting, did something dumb and realized it later.

#maow speaks #enchante #enchante the series #y'know... i love theo so much... so i had to say something... right??? #my inner psychologist is coming too JAJSJSKSJSK #theo my beloved

[ultrastarbee]

Hi! It’s me from before ❤️

Reader has Steven’s gem and powers from his mom Rose

Reader has garnet, amethyst, pearl, and the pet lion on its side

Reader with takemichi hakkai Baji mitsuya kakucho chifuyu and reader protects them from anything and they slowly fall in love with the reader

Im so sorry I’m not very good at explaining so think this is enough for you?

As I said before I do love Steven Universe! My main blog has Spinel as it's profile picture. I had a hard time working through this request, but I think it's pretty okay now. And no worries, now I get what you wanted.

Title: Crystal Rose (Steven Universe x Tokyo Rev) Request: yes Couple: Takemichi x gn!reader, Hakkai x gn!reader, Baji x gn!reader, Chifuyu x gn!reader, Mitsuya x gn!reader, Kakucho x gn!reader. Category: Fluffy Content Warning: Word Count: 478 Summary: you are a half gem half human and protect them from an attack A/N: I made small ones for each character so I could do this one soon. Sorry if it's too short

MASTERLIST  ....... RULES ....... SERIES LIST

Hakkai:

Hakkai is kinda scared of your superhuman strength, but he is also honored for your protection towards him. Your shield is tough and you are a good fighter. Hakkai can be a bit shy about it, but he will thank you properly before asking you out.

Takemichi:

Takemichi is always getting beaten, even when he doesn't even know why. Today you were walking around with Amethyst when you saw him being held by some guys. Of course you couldn't let the crybaby hero alone there. You ran toward him trapping you both inside a pink bubble. Takimichi starts running away dragging the bubble across the city. Amethyst cathces you both with her whips after threaten to give a shake on the bullies.

Baji:

It was an accident when you and Baji fused. You were both fighting against some enemies from another gang when you pulled him closer to dodge a knife. Now you are toghether. The same heart beating fast. The enemies don't stand a chance against your combined strength. Now whenever someone ambushes you two Baji reach to your hand so you can fuse. He loves to share the thrill with you and to feel so close together. His heart keeps on beating fast even after you two unfuse. Garnet holds a wide smile knowing what is happening between you two.

Chifuyu:

You couldn't be there when Chifuyu was fighting, but now you are there while he's hurt. "Please, don't freak out" and you kiss his hand. Chifuyu starts to scream calling you a manga-hero. You laugh and start to spoil him with kisses all ove his swollen face healing every bruise he has.

Mitsuya:

Mitsuya was held back by some enemies and you know exactly how to help. Pearl doesn't think this is a good idea and tries to change your mind when you call Lion to get your mother's sword, giving it to Mitsuya. He never saw one of this before, but he does his best to use it to keep the enemies away as you use your shield to cover his back. After the fight Mitsuya is touched for all your care on his well being. Pearl was watching happily how he stod his ground with the sword. She will try to convince him to learn sword fight.

Kakucho:

Kakucho is fast and strong by himself and don't trust people easily. You weren't even near the fight, but Lion helps you get there using his portal powers. You shield Kakucho against a bullet and now you fight alongside him. Your bubble makes you both bullet proof till you pop it to allow him to keep fighting. It takes just this one fight for Kakucho starts to trust you with his back. Knowing he's not alone even during a fight makes his heart speed up on the thought of having you by his side.

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers headcannons #tokyo rev x reader #bee!writing #baji x reader #baji x you #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers imagines #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu x reader #kakucho x reader #hakkai x reader #hakkai x you #takemichi x reader #takemichi x y/n #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu x you #mitsuya x you

[ilici]

drunk on you.

Summary: C!Schlatt was known as the drunk who didn't care about anything besides himself. That all changed when Y/N showed up, he's never been so infatuated with something like he was with Y/N.

NSFW MINORS DNI !

Warnings: Size kink, choking, subspace, gagging, unprotected.

Word Count: 2117

Schlatt was in his office, when he heard Tubbo and Fundy's muffled voices growing closer to his office. He was in no mood for business, he was slightly buzzed from drinking more vodka. If he drank anymore, he'd be absolutely hammered, but he held himself back as he had a meeting for Manburg later that day. Hearing the knock he dreaded the most, he grunted wanting to ignore them, but once again a knock was heard this time more eager sounding. "President, we need to talk to you. It's urgent." Funny's voice ripped out into the silence, and Schlatt just glared at the shut door. Not answering, the door was swiftly opened by Tubbo, and Fundy looked at him as if he were crazy.

Tubbo walked in, his horns showing prominently after his haircut, "Hello Schlatt." Tubbo said, nonchalantly as if he's done that more times than once. Funny gave Schlatt an apologetic look, before following Tubbo inside, his orange fur popping as Schlatt's office was dark and dull. He wanted it to match his "heart" as if he even had one. So he forced Niki and Fundy to paint it, "What do you guys want?" Schlatt said, already annoyed at their presence, "We have someone new who joined Manberg, we tried to tell you yesterday but you kept yourself locked in here." Fundy explained, on edge afraid if he said one thing, the bottle of vodka that was on Schlatt's desk would be thrown at him.

Schlatt slowly looked over at the fox, as his eyes were glued on Tubbo, annoyed that he entered without permission for the eleventh time. "So? What's it to me?" He asked, and Fundy sighed, "Sir you're the president, it's mandatory for you to know if someone joins or leaves." He announced, and Schlatt just stared at him, face holding no emotions. Fundy gulped, fairly loudly, which made Tubbo glance over at him, grabbing his wrist so he would relax. "Well, who are they?" Schlatt asked, wanting this conversation to end already, "Apparently they are Sapnap's adopted sister. Dream and them went into the snow biome across here, and found her there. They took her in for a couple days, then she left and wandered into Manberg and asked if she could stay." Tubbo said, noticing how on edge Fundy was. Schlatt looked at him, "They didn't kill her on the spot?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"No, probably because she was already on the brink of death from starvation. She has amor, netherite to be exact, I've also heard from George that she is good at combat." Tubbo added on, catching Schlatt's attention. "Why didn't they just leave her there to rot?" He asked once more, and Tubbo sighed, growing annoyed at the fact that Schlatt keeps asking why they didn't let her die. "Sapnap apparently felt guilty, and wanted to take her in. I'm guessing it took a lot of persuasion, because Sapnap now has a cut down his face from which I am assuming is from Dream." He explained, "Where did you get this Information?" The president asked, and a new voice spoke up from behind Tubbo. "Me." A much softer voice said, which caught Schlatt off guard.

Schlatt wondered how he had not noticed her before, but what threw him off even more was the fact that he could not see the girl. She was behind Tubbo, and Tubbo was already very short, so how old was this girl and how short was she? "Show yourself." He said, intrigued, and a small girl, decked out in netherite stepped out from behind Tubbo. It amazed him how small she was, she had to have been an inch smaller than 5'0. "What's your name?" He asked, and Y/N looked him in the eyes, her eyes held little to no emotions, "Y/N." She said, her voice strong and confident, "How old are you?" He asked, and Y/N just looked down, as if this conversation bored her. "I'm legal, if that's what you were wondering perv." She said, noticing that Schlatt was indeed checking her out.

Schlatt chuckled at her, "Fiesty aren't we?" He said, and Y/N glared at him, her E/C piercing through his skull. "Only with old men like you." She replied, and Schlatt let out a huff of air through his nostrils, almost as if it were meant to be a laugh. "She's welcome to join Manberg." He said, and Tubbo looked down at the girl, "Come on let's go Y/N." He said grabbing her wrist, his other hand still occupied with holding Fundy's. Dragging the two out, quite literally, the other two were stumbling on their feet trying to keep up with the teenager. "Slow down." Fundy pleaded, and Tubbo finally came to a halt when they were out of the building, "Y/N you will need to take your armor off, it's sorta a rule not to wear it in Manberg." He said, and Y/N audibly sighed as she took off her amor. Once her helmet was off her H/C hair finally showed itself, her H/L blowing in the gust of wind.

"You look pretty." Fundy said, now being able to see her without the amor, "Thanks I guess?" Y/N said, not really used to compliments. Her outfit consisted of F/C shirt and jeans. Her combat boots complimented the outfit, "Well we already gave you the tour yesterday, so if you need anything, you know where to find us." Tubbo said, as the two walked to their designated areas. Y/N looked around to try and find something to do, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up behind her. "Hello Schlatt." Y/N said, turning her head to the side where he now stood. "How'd you know it was me?" He asked, and Y/N just looked away, "You reek of alcohol, I basically smelt you." She said, and Schlatt scoffed and looked at her side profile. Schlatt being way taller than her, made him think of very inappropriate things he could do with her. "I don't appreciate that." Y/N spoke up, and Schlatt gave her a weird look, "I can hear your thoughts. They are very loud and fairly annoying." She told him, and Schlatt just looked away.

"How can you read minds?" He asked, and Y/N looked away, "I don't want to talk about my past." She mumbled, and Schlatt just nodded looking back at her, "So tell me what I am thinking of right now. Prove me wrong, because I don't believe you." He said, and Y/N looked over at him blankly, "What happens if I don't?" She said, wanting to bother him. Schlatt smirked, "You already know." He whispered, and Y/N rolled her eyes. "You're disgusting." She said walking away from him. Schlatt chuckled watching her walk away, before he walked away to go to the meeting he was having with Quackity and George. The entire meeting, his mind was thinking about Y/N in many ways.

It's now been four months since Y/N joined Manberg, and Schlatt has been on her ass at any moment he could. Y/N couldn't deny the feelings she was growing for the overly horny man. She could hear everyone's thoughts, but Schlatt's always overpowered theirs, which annoyed her because he kept her awake during the night with his lewd thoughts. "Fuck you Schlatt." She groaned tossing and turning in her bed, trying to sleep. Currently, Schlatt was having another daydream of him ruthlessly fucking the shit out of Y/N. She mainly couldn't sleep because of how loud his thoughts were, but she also felt this itching sensation that she tried to get rid of by touching herself but she simply couldn't cum. She never could, which was causing her sexual frustration to sky rocket. Letting a frustrated scream out, she threw her pillow at the wall before she got up.

She was now wearing her night shorts, and one of Fundy's shirts that she borrowed, from three months ago. Slinging her door open, she didn't care about the cold air biting at her bare legs and feet as she stomped her way towards Schlatt's house. "You fucking horny fuck." She grumbled on her way there, and Jack, who was awake watched her angrily make her way to Schlatt's house. He silently laughed to himself, as he knew why she was going there. He's caught her doing this many other times, which they bonded over and now the two were super close. "Don't kill him." Jack slightly shouted, and Y/N just flipped him off as she continued her way towards the rather ugly birch wood house. Ripping the door open, not even caring to knock at this point she basically bolted to his room. "Schlatt you motherfucker." She said, slinging the door open, and Schlatt looked over at her.

"What seems to be the problem princess?" He asked, and Y/N glared at him, as his eyes were glued to her thighs. "I will rip those horns right out of your goddamn head." She threatened, and Schlatt laughed getting up, his white t-shirt and black sweat pants, now visible. Walking over to her, he stood in front of her, dangerously close, "Do it." He whispered, and Y/N shoved his chest roughly, which he just stumbled back a bit before going back to his spot. "It's two in the morning princess, and yet here you are. In my room." He whispered, this time his voice huskier which sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "This is your room, what are you going to do about it?" She dared, and Schlatt chuckled darkly, "You already know." He said, as Y/N got deja vu from their first interaction like this.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, as Schlatt roughly grabbed her thighs hoisting her up and throwing her on his bed. Y/N let a giggle rip through her throat, as Schlatt was now hovering over her, his shirt already discarded. "Eager are we?" She teased, and Schlatt growled, "I could drink so much alcohol and be absolutely wasted, but somehow you make me so much more drunk." He said, and Y/N grinned, "Do it." She whispered, as Schlatt thought of just fucking her then and there. Schlatt groaned, and ripped her clothes, literally. "That was Fundy's shirt.." She groaned out, and Schlatt chuckled, "That's why I did that princess." He said, before flipping her over, "Ass up now." He said, giving it a harsh slap as he quickly took off the remaining clothes he had on.

"Mouth open, now." He said, and Y/N opened her mouth as he quickly shoved his fingers down her throat keeping them there as she gagged onto them. Chuckling, he teased her entrance with his tip, before he roughly thrusted into her, making her gurgle from a moan, choking a bit from his fingers. Using his other hand, he pushed her down into the mattress as he thrusted into her with no remorse. Once he saw tears streaming down her face, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, letting her cough to catch her breath. "God you're so beautiful." He whispered to her, as he sped up his thrusts, not caring if she was now overly sensitive since she had cum on him seconds before pulling his fingers out. Y/N only let out a couple sounds, which were supposed to be words. She was too far gone to form sentences, "Awh, is my cock that good that you can't speak? Did my cock do this to you princess?" He teased, and Y/N barely heard him, making him realize how far gone she was. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he choked her smirking.

This only made him feel even more egotistical, as he did this to her. After a couple rough sloppy thrusts, he let his cum feel her up to the brim. Pulling out, he fell down beside her, catching his breath while Y/N was attempting to come back. Getting up, he walked over to his bathroom dampening a rag before coming back and cleaning her thighs, and wiping the sweat off of her body. Throwing the rag back into the bathroom, he laid beside her, pulling her body to his gently not to hurt her. Jack smirked, as he realized what happened when he saw a stumbling Y/N walking out of the house, wearing a pair of Schlatt's sweats and one of his shirts that reached her knee's basically. "Well I'll be damned, he killed your guts." Jack said, and Y/N picked up a rock chucking it at him, "Fuck you."

#jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt x reader #schlatt smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #schlatt imagine #dream smp

[babymetaldoll]

Stargazing (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: No, but I needed some hardcore fluff

Summary: The team is “forced” to go camping, and Spencer finally decides to make “his move” on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

Category: Hardcore fluff

Warnings: Zero

Word count: 3,2K

Masterlist

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It was the first time the BAU didn't argue Strauss's decision. She had walked into the conference room and explained to the team that the FBI had decided each department had to do a workshop related to teamwork and trust.

- "You will spend this weekend camping together. You will be part of a Team-Building Training Workshop"- Strauss wasn't excited about the idea of her best team wasting a whole weekend. But she was glad her department didn't have to do the activity. She hated camping.

- "Are you telling me we have to spend our weekend in sleeping bags, singing kumbaya?"- Rossi raised an eyebrow and looked at Erin, and she didn't move a muscle- "I'm out."

- "David, I'm not asking you if you want to do it. The whole team has to be part of this activity, that includes you."

- "Come on, Rossi,"- Prentiss smiled and tried to cheer him up- "It will be a nice change from catching serial killers for a weekend.

- "Really, Emily?"- Rossi crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Reid- "Hey, kid. How many dead bodies are found each year in the woods in the country?"

- "Over 2.543 last year,"- Spencer answered. And didn't stop talking, of course- "We can not be sure they were all serial killer related cases. The most common ways to die in the woods are drowning, car accident, and suicide."

- "Suicide it is."- David whispered. He knew it was going to be a long weekend.

Even when he wasn't a person who loved camping and outdoor activities, Spencer was excited to spend the weekend with the team, especially with (Y/N). His teammate, best friend, and secret crush. Ok, it wasn't really a secret.

Of course, everybody knew about Spencer's feelings. He never successfully hid them from the team. You didn't need to be a profiler to notice each time (Y/N) walked into a room, Reid's eyes would follow her, and his cheeks blushed. When they sat together in the jet, Spencer would always be too self-aware of his own movements. He would try not to move, especially when she had fallen asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. And when they were working on a case together, he would always cover her on the field, and he would make sure she was safe, even when the unsub was already caught.

He loved her. Even a blind man could see. Except for (Y/N), of course. Because according to her own words: "There's no way Spencer Reid is in love with me. He would never look at me that way. He is perfect, and I'm a mess. He deserves the perfect genius girl."

-

- "Ok, Romeo, this weekend is the perfect opportunity for you to make your move"- Derek and Reid were alone in the SUV on their way to the retreat.

- "Sure. Because there's no better time to make a fool out of myself than in front of all my friends in the middle of nowhere."

- "What's with the attitude, pretty Ricky? Relax"- Morgan frowned and put on some music, singing along for a moment. Reid looked at him and raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

- "Ok man, picture this: you, your pretty lady, in the middle of the night, gazing at the stars together, alone in the middle of the forest. The full moon is the only light."

- "Who are you? since when are you a romance expert?"

- "Hey! I can be romantic!"

- "I've seen you get girls only by raising an eyebrow"- Reid argued, and he was right. It had happened once, but that was another completely different story.

- "What I'm trying to tell you is that you have the perfect chance to tell her how you feel during this trip"- Spencer was about to start debating that idea when Derek continued.

- "And stop saying she has no feeling for you!"

Reid bit his tongue and looked at the road. Neither of them said a word for the next couple of minutes. Until Spencer whispered

- "But she doesn't"

- "She does!!"- Derek nearly yelled

- "Why are you so sure?!"

- "Because she told Penelope she is in love with you!!"

The silence in the car was as intense as the red in Spencer's cheeks. Derek knew he shouldn't have said that, but he was tired of seeing his best friend's sad eyes each time he stared at (Y/N). Someone had to do something, and he knew neither of them would make the first move.

- "Are you sure?"- Reid's mouth was hanging open- "I mean, maybe she was joking."

- "No, she was honest. So please, this weekend, make your freaking move."

-

How could Spencer ever make his move? He had no idea. He didn't even have a "move"! But something inside of him felt a little more confident now.

That didn't show on the outside at all, 'cos during the whole day, he was more clumsy than ever. He dropped his coffee. He failed the first two attempts to set up his tent and nearly fell carrying logs for the fire.

He wanted to dig a hole and hid.

But (Y/N) didn't notice any of that. Not because she didn't pay attention, but because she was oblivious to any of those things. She just couldn't stop staring: He was wearing jeans. Spencer Walter Reid was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. (Y/N) thought she was going to have a heart attack when he got out of the car.

Sure, yes, she had seen him outside work in a more casual outfit, but nothing prepared her for Spencer's camping clothing. It suited him too well for his own good.

- "Hello? Anybody there?"- Prentiss waved at (Y/N). She and JJ stood in front of her, trying to catch her attention.

- "Jesus! you look like a schoolgirl today!"- JJ teased her, laughing- "Can you be more obvious?"

- "What are you talking about?"- (Y/N) tried to look all innocent and continued setting the logs for the campfire.

- "If Spencer wasn't so clueless about your feelings, I swear you two would be already married,"- Emily joked and helped (Y/N) with the logs. The young SSA just shook her head and tried to keep her eyes from Reid for as long as she could. She successfully did it for five minutes. That day's record.

- "(Y/N), hey"- he stood by her side, and she quickly stood up.

- "Hey, how are you doing?"

- "Good... you?"- she just nodded and smiled. She really was acting like a schoolgirl in front of Spencer- "Great... hey, I thought maybe tonight you would like to do some stargazing with me..."- Emily and JJ heard him and nearly squealed. They tried to look away, but it was impossible. They needed to know what was happening. Where was García? she was going to be so mad she missed that.

- "Yeah! I'm sure tonight we can see way more stars than on your building's roof like last time."

(Y/N) answered, smiling, thinking there was nothing more romantic than being underneath a starry sky, listening to Spencer talking about constellations.

- "Ok, kids,"- Rossi's voice stepping out of his huge camper interrupted them and forced everybody to turn around- "Let's do this trust thing we are forced to do before it's lunchtime. Maybe we can manage to go home early."

-

Of course, they weren't. The whole team had to work as a unit to fulfill a series of activities an expert team the FBI had hired forced them to do. Aaron thought it was unnecessary, considering they worked on the field together, and they trusted each other with their lives all the time. But he was also sure his team needed a break, and everybody could use some fresh air.

- "Great work, team"- Hotch hugged everybody and smiled when the whole activity was done- "I think we've earned a nice dinner."

- "Please don't tell me we have to hunt our food"- Penelope wide opened her eyes suddenly and looked at Hotch- "I can eat blueberries."

- "Don't worry, kids"- Rossi shook his head and pointed to his camper- "Anyone in the mood for a nice steak?"

- "I bought marshmallows for the campfire later,"- (Y/N) said and smiled- "You are never too old for some s'more."

- "Scary stories by the fire eating s'mores? I'm ten years old again"- JJ looked excited- "I need to do this with Henry."

- "Just don't tell him your "I'm scared of the woods because I found the camp director dead" story." - Derek said, smiling.

- "You freaked out!"- JJ chuckled, remembering how she had scared her friends a few years earlier while working on a case in the woods.

- "I need to hear that story!"- Emily said- "I bet it's no better than mine, I'm sure."

- "Battle of horror stories?"- (Y/N) smiled evilly- "You two have nothing on me."

-

The evening was fun and a little terrifying. Garcia was holding Derek's arm so tight it was starting to feel numb. Rossi and Hotch had told a couple of stories that left the team completely frightened, to be fair. Especially Spencer. He had forgotten an essential part of his plan: nights in the woods are dark as pitch. And he was afraid of the dark. How would he successfully take (Y/N) to a nice spot, sit down and stare at the stars with her if he was too scared to move from the fire?

(Y/N) looked at Reid and sighed. Maybe he had regretted it. Of course, he hasn't forgotten his invitation, 'cos Spencer remembered everything. Still, he hadn't made any move or sign to go stargazing. Being alone with him in the dark was scary but in the right way. Maybe she could finally tell him how she felt. No, no way. That wasn't going to happen.

- "Ok, so... it's late, and we are out of wine"- Rossi stood up and looked at the team- "I am ready to go to my comfy bed"- the rest of the team groaned. They were going to spend the night in a tent, probably freezing, while Rossi was going to be in his warm camper.

- "I'm going to sleep too, we have trekking in the morning, and it's going to be a long walk. I suggest you all go to bed early."- Hotch stood up and waved at the team, to then walk to his tent."

- "Sweet chocolate thunder, is there room in your tent for me?"- Penelope asked, and he chuckled immediately

- "Are you still scared of the stories? they are just made up things people create to terrify us."

- "I know. But I'm also scared of bears, psycho killers, and slender man"- Morgan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't joking.

- "Bring your sleeping bag."

- "You are my hero. I love you."

Prentiss and JJ went to bed soon after, leaving the two love birds alone.

- "Stargazing?"- Reid whispered, and (Y/N) nodded- "We should find a darker stop... or we can stay here by the fire if you like."

- "Are we going to get a nice view here?"- (Y/N) looked at the stars and tried to see anything.

- "No, it has to be darker,"- Spencer whispered, taking a look around- "There was a nice spot by the cliff, that way."

- "I don't think walking to a cliff in the middle of the night is a good idea"- (Y/N) smiled, and Reid shook his head

- "You are right..."

- "But we can walk carefully and carry a flashlight,"- she added and smiled, looking at him. His brown curls moved with the wind, and his chocolate eyes were brighter than the sparks of fire next to them.

- "That sounds good."

Spencer stood still for a second. He had a blanket in one hand and a bag of marshmallows in the other. (Y/N) put on her scarf and jacket and stared at him.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah."

He wasn't. He was trying to calm himself down, thinking that walking in the middle of the dark was worthy because it meant spending time alone with (Y/N).

He kept telling himself he didn't have to worry because nothing was going to happen. He wished he had his gun with him in case of any danger, though. Maybe that could make him feel better.

- "You can't kill darkness, stupid"- he whispered to himself and sighed. (Y/N) walked a step closer and took the marshmallow bag. Then, she held his hand.

- "Let's go?"

That was all Spencer needed. He was ready.

- "Did you know astronomy is the oldest of the sciences?- Reid whispered as they walked hand in hand to a nice clear spot - "Ancient astronomers were able to differentiate between stars and planets, as stars remain relatively fixed over the centuries while planets will move an appreciable amount during a comparatively short time."

- "And when did you start learning about the stars?"- Spencer loved that. How each time he started rambling, she wouldn't get annoyed like the rest of the people he knew. Instead, she would always ask him something related to the subject. And it was usually something personal. She wanted to learn more about him and how he had ended up being such an amazing human being.

- "When I was four, mom started taking me regularly to the library. That was when I started to learn more about science. I could pick ten books each time we were there, and I decided I wanted to know everything I could about everything I loved."

Spencer confessed and smiled, looking at her. His heart was warm with their conversations. He was never comfortable talking about his personal life, especially about his childhood. But with (Y/N), it all came naturally.

- "How often did she take you?"

- "Every other day"- she chuckled and remembered the pictures Diana had shown her of Spencer when he was a little kid last time they visited her. He was adorable, with his glasses and his messy hair. It was impossible not to imagine having a family with him.

- "This is it... this is a good spot."- Spencer said and stopped walking. He moved a log and tapped on it, smiling at (Y/N). She sat with him, and he wrapped them together with the blanket.

- "So, what am I staring at?"- (Y/N) asked and kept her eyes on the starry sky. It seemed she had never seen so many stars. And they even looked closer. Spencer looked at her, and his heart skipped a beat. He was about to start a lecture on astronomy, but instead, he decided to do "his move." Or the move he could think of. He didn't really know if it was a move, but he was going to give it a shot anyway.

- "Most stargazers learn about constellations looking for different noticeable patterns across the sky"- he made a pause clearing his throat. That was it. He was going to do it.

- "That's how it all started,"- he continued- "Some of these noticeable patterns up there are still the same ones our ancestors noticed while sitting around a campfire telling stories like we did today."

- "Telling stories about the stars sounds a lot less creepy, though" - (Y/N) whispered, and the two of them smiled- "Wanna tell me a story about these stars?"

There was no way Spencer could say not to her puppy eyes.

- "Ok... let's see..."- Reid sighed and thought for a moment, looking at the constellations above them- "Do you see those stars over there that look like a cute bunny?"

- "Which ones?"- Spencer pointed at the sky, and (Y/N) nodded- "I see them"

- "Well, you'll see, there was a comet in love with the bunny, but it could only look at her from a safe distance."- Spencer finally confessed. (Y/N) held her breath for a second and tried not to get her hopes high.

- "Why?"

- "Well, the comet was afraid he wasn't good enough for the bunny"- Spencer was whispering, and his soft voice sent shivers to (Y/N)'s body- "So he stared at his favorite constellation every day and only imagined what it would feel like to hold her in his arms."

- "And the bunny never saw the comet?"- (Y/N) asked softly, while very, very slowly, she moved her hand and reached Spencer's.

- "The bunny thought the comet just wanted to be her friend because he was scared to tell her how he felt,"

(Y/N) kept thinking there was no way on earth Spencer was telling her how he felt about her with that adorable story. Was he? Really? 'cos it was too romantic, and if he wasn't and she was wrong... it would be heartbreaking. But, there was only one way to find out.

- "I think the bunny felt the same, but she thought she wasn't good enough for the comet"- Spencer's heart raced at those words, and he turned to look at (Y/N). She blushed and stared at him with a shy smile.

- "Why would the bunny ever think that?"

- "The comet is too brilliant and too amazing to settle for a simple constellation when he could have the sun."

(Y/N) was embarrassed to confess those feelings, but it was now or never.

- "But the bunny is the sun in the comet's life."- Spencer whispered and caressed her cheek with his thumb carefully.

- "Really?"- her voice was so soft, it melted Spencer completely. He couldn't answer. All he could do was to lean in slowly and kissed her as gently as he could, enjoying the sensation of her lips against his. He cupped her face with both hands and moved a little closer.

It was the sweetest kiss he had ever given. It wasn't just because (Y/N)'s lips tasted like marshmallow, but because it was filled with pure love. He could feel it, even when he still couldn't believe it. She loved him. She really did.

(Y/N) was sure that wasn't really happening. She had probably fallen down the cliff earlier and was now unconscious or dead, living a fantasy. There was no way Spencer Reid was kissing her.

When they slowly moved and looked at each other, neither of them knew what to say. So (Y/N) did what she always dreamed of doing and leaned in and kissed him again. Spencer didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around her waist, moving her closer to him. Her hands played shyly with some of the curls of his hair, and they simply kissed for what seemed to be forever, even when it wasn't enough time for them. Spencer felt he could kiss her his whole life, and he still wouldn't get enough of her.

- "So..."- (Y/N) whispered after some minutes and looked at Spencer, blushing- "Do you think the comet and the bunny could... maybe try to be more than friends?"

He smiled and kissed her again, rubbing her lips carefully with his; (Y/N) sighed into the kiss.

- "The comet is willing to do anything the bunny asks him because he just wants to make her happy all day, every day."

(Y/N) couldn't speak. She could only kiss him again and again.

- "Bunny just wants her comet to be happy too."

- "Then would Bunny be the comet's girlfriend?"- she giggled and nodded- "Good, because I don't think I could ever live without your kisses ever again, Bunny."

- "Neither do I, Comet"

And after that, stargazing was forgotten. There were enough stars in their kisses to keep the two of them lost in their own new universe. 

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[drspencerweed]

Dreams Do Come True

Summary/Request: from anon: CONGRATS ON HITTING 500 ILYSM!!! random request,, having a wet dream about spencer while sharing a room on a case (i know, super original) and him getting all hot and bothered hearing you moan 🙈😁

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

W/C: 3484

Content: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, oral sex (both receiving), premature ejaculation, wet dream, sub!spencer

A/N: Hi! So this probably isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I started writing it and it kind of took on a mind of it’s own. I banged this out in two days, it practically wrote itself. I hope you enjoy! 

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Sharing a hotel room with her was normal. It was. Sure, they had never done it before, but that was just because Hotch had never randomly assigned the two of them before. So okay, it wasn’t normal by definition. But he wasn’t going to make it weird. Just because he had a small crush on her did not mean that he would let it be weird. They were colleagues, and they even spent time together outside of work too! She would come to his apartment to watch old movies, and he would go to hers so she could cook for him. So he knew he could spend time with her alone, that wasn’t the problem. 

It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue. 

His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and he was known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong in his sleep. If she overheard something like that, he knew their friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep? 

He had been avoiding going to sleep before her, so he had taken Derek up on his offer for a drink in his room to talk about anything but the case they were working. 

“So when are you going to tell [Y/N] that you’re into her?” Derek asked out of nowhere. 

Spencer stuttered around the sip of his drink. “W-Who says I’m interested in her?” 

Derek just laughed and clapped Spencer on the shoulder. His cheeks were burning, a sure sign of his embarrassment at being called out. “Pretty boy, you give her heart eyes every time she walks in a room.” 

His blush deepened. “Even if I was interested, there’s a very low probability that she is also interested. So the answer to your question would be never, obviously.” Derek stopped his giggling and gave Spencer an incredulous look. 

“All that genius and you don’t see how she looks at you?” Derek asked. 

“How she looks at me?” 

“She looks at you like you hung the stars, man.” 

Spencer scoffed, brushing off the comment. “No she doesn’t.” 

Derek started laughing again, “Yes she does! Oh my god, the genius can’t read basic body language?” 

“Even if, occasionally, her body language reflected an attraction to me, it was probably because she was thinking of someone she actually was attracted to.  Statistically, most women find me awkward and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, none of this negative self talk. You’re a catch!” 

Spencer just waved his hand at the comment, taking a long sip of his whiskey and coughing a bit as he swallowed. Derek eyed him curiously. 

“I’m telling you, you’re never gonna get anywhere if you never shoot your shot. The worst thing that could happen is she says no.” Derek advised. He shook his head and finished his drink . 

“The worst that could happen is she thinks I’m an absolute weirdo and never wants to talk to me again.” Spencer explained.

“That’s not going to happen.” Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“I can’t risk losing her.” He insisted. Derek sighed and accepted that he was a lost cause, leaning back in his seat and changing the subject. 

~~~~

Spencer made his way back to the room a few hours later, saying a silent prayer to a God he didn’t believe in that she was already asleep. The light was off, so he clicked on the bathroom light so he could see but hopefully not wake her. 

“[Y/N]?” He called quietly into the dark. All he got in response was a small whimper. He thanked his lucky stars and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

Once he was all cleaned up and in a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, he made his way to climb into bed. Just as he swung the sheets off, he heard a low moan from the bed next to him. It stopped him in his tracks. He turned towards her bed, looking at her face for any signs of distress. Nightmares could be debilitating; he knew from experience. But her face was peaceful, beautifully restful. He stopped again for a different reason, taking in the way her face looked as she slept. 

Then it scrunched up as she let out another moan. His eyebrows furrowed, wanting to wake her in case she was having a bad dream, but not wanting to disturb her. He swallowed thickly. 

Another moan. This one was followed quickly by a quick, “Spencer!” He reeled, unsure where his name had come up. Was she dreaming about him? Was she having a nightmare about him? Or was she calling out for his help?

She let a long, drawn out, “Oh,” and rolled from her side onto her back. He took a step forward, planning to shake her awake from what was clearly a nightmare at this point. But suddenly, “Go on, lick me.” 

Spencer stopped with his hands out above her shoulders, inches from waking her. Lick me? He mouthed to himself. What could she possibly be dreaming about? 

“Fuck, Spencer, I’m gonna cum!” She exclaimed, rolling back on her side. And-oh my gosh. Spencer took three quick steps back, realizing far too late exactly what was happening. He was entirely unsure how to react. [Y/N]? Having a sex dream about him? It was unbelievable. On his third step back, he ran right into his bed, and lost his balance. 

He fell to the floor with a crash. 

Her eyes blinked open, and he didn’t have any time to get up or move at all, so her eyes met his immediately upon waking. “Spencer? What happened?” Her voice was tired from sleep.

Spencer blinked, and immediately panicked. He was never good at lying under pressure. “I-uh. You were having a, uhm, dream. And I thought, thought it was a nightmare so-” As he spoke, [Y/N]’s face got redder and redder, and she sat up in bed and placed her face in her hands. 

“Oh no, you didn’t hear anything, did you?” She asked cautiously, barely chancing a glance up at him. He swallowed tightly and nodded. “Fuck me!” She said, throwing her head back on the pillow. Her voice sent something through him, and all he wanted was to say Okay and kiss her. But Spencer knew one didn’t control their own subconscious. Just because she had a dream about him didn’t means she actually wanted it to happen. He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat. 

Before he could say something, anything really, she was sitting up again with a groan, rubbing her hand over her face. “Well I guess now you know about my stupid crush.” 

“Your crush?” He asked. She looked at him incredulously. 

“You heard me moan your name in my sleep. Yes, obviously, my crush. On you.” She explained matter of factly. He stuttered, trying to allow his brain to process the amount of information he had just been given. It didn’t make sense to him. [Y/N] was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, not to mention one of the most confident. She carried herself with such authority he never thought she’d look twice in his direction. Clearly, she’d want some confident alpha male who could match her energy, not his insecure nervous self. But here she was, telling him point blank that she had a crush on him. 

He didn’t know what to do. While he was standing there, stuttering, trying to gather his thoughts, [Y/N] made her way out of her bed to stand in front of him. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of small shorts, and he could barely keep himself from staring at her body. “I had no idea.” He finally settled on saying, and she let out a loud laugh. 

“Really? Profiler extraordinaire? No idea? Why do you think I cooked for you so many times?” She smiled at him while she said it, like she couldn’t quite believe he didn’t see it. 

“I thought you just wanted to be friends!” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. She seemed to deflate at this, her face falling and wringing her hands together. 

“I did! I do! But I was always open to...more. I just wanted to spend time with you.” She explained, sitting back on the edge of her bed and staring down at her hands. “But you clearly have no interest in that-” 

“No! No.” He corrected quickly, and then realized with a sudden clarity that since her confession he’d done nothing to imply he felt the same. She stared up at him at his exclamation, unsure what he meant. 

“No?” 

“No, you’re wrong, I do have interest in that. In more.” He explained, sitting next to her. He awkwardly reached for her hand, which she offered with a small smile. Lacing their fingers together, he looked her in the eye with purpose. “I also have a crush on you. I stayed out of the room tonight because I was trying to avoid, uhm. What happened to you. I thought that might happen to me.” 

She stared at their entwined hands, and then looked back at him. “Really?” 

“Yes, really.” He smiled at her, and her face brightened immediately. She turned completely towards him and pulled him in by the neck, pressing their foreheads together. Spencer let their noses rub together, both of them still beaming. 

“I’m going to kiss you now.” She whispered, her breath fanning over his lips as she said it. Before he could even nod, her lips pressed to his. It was magic. Her lips were soft and urgent, catching his bottom lip between them. Her hands pulled him closer to her by the neck, and he let his hands find her waist, urging her closer. She climbed into his lap with his guidance, and he let his tongue slip into her mouth as she did it. Her hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his head and carding her fingers through it, causing him to moan. She giggled into his mouth. 

“You like having your hair played with, baby?” She asked, pulling away to watch his reaction as she tugged on his roots. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to her ass. He squeezed and pulled her down onto him, letting his lips find her neck. She let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into her pulse point, but she pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks. 

“Not above the collar,” She reminded. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what they were doing. At everyone on the team knowing that she wanted to do this with him. 

“But what if I want people to know you’re mine.” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he said it. She smiled at him. 

“I think you’ve got this whole thing wrong then.” 

He furrowed his brow at her, unsure what he could have possibly misunderstood. 

“You, Dr. Reid, are mine.” She said, and then pushed him down onto the bed. He stared up at her perched on his lap, and let his hands roam her body. Now that he had free reign to touch, he never wanted to stop. She sighed and ran her hands down his chest, going to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off of him. Her hands lit fires under his skin, as he gripped her by the hips and rolled his hardness into her. She chuckled at him. 

“Hard already, baby?” She teased. He moaned and threw his head back as she rotated her hips on him. “Use your words.” She ordered, gripping his face to make him look at her. 

“Yes, miss.” He answered on instinct. He immediately froze up, trying to take back the honorific when they had never discussed anything like that. It just slipped out, his little experience with being a submissive taking over because of [Y/N]’s naturally dominant role. But her eyes lit up, and she simply smirked at him. 

“Good boy.” She whispered, and pressed down hard with her hips. 

He came in his pants. 

With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his sweatpants. She chuckled as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him. He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Because she called him a Good boy. He brought his hands up to cover his face, but she caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.

“Awh, did I make you cum?” She rolled her hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity.  “That’s so hot.” 

“W-What?” He asked, turning back towards her slowly. She was beaming at him. 

“You were so overwhelmed with me that you came so quick, what’s not hot about that?” She said, stroking his cheek. “The cutest boy, all worked up, just for me.” 

He blushed again, and swallowed as he smiled back at her. “But what about you?” 

“What about me?” She asked. His hands danced along her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” He said while she gasped. 

“What’s stopping you?” She asked with a smirk. He surged upwards and began kissing her again, only stopping to finally rip her shirt off of her and get his hands on her bare breasts. Her hands found his hair again and tugged on the strands, causing their mouths to break apart as he panted. 

“Wanna taste you.” He requested. She moaned and pulled him into another kiss, guiding his hands to touch her under her shorts. His fingers trailed through her wetness, and she moaned against his lips. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, while her eyes watched through hooded lids. He moaned around his fingers, the taste of her so intoxicating he wanted more of it.  

“You’re so fucking hot. Such a good, good boy.” She whispered, stroking his hair. Then she crawled off his lap and laid out on the bed next to him. He turned to watch her as she shimmied off her shorts. Her eyes fell to where he was still sucking on his fingers. She gestured him over to her, and he quickly crawled between her legs. She nodded towards him. “Go on then, taste me.” 

He dove in tongue first, with broad licks up and down her pussy. Her hands immediately laced through his hair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue traced from her hole to her clit. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her in, letting his lips latch onto her clit and sucking. Flicking the tip of it with his tongue, she moaned and threw her head back on the pillows. 

“Oh!” She cried, and it sounded just like when she was having the dream earlier. Spencer had a quick thought about making her dreams come true,  but brushed it to the side as idealized thinking. Then she lifted his head off of her and looked straight into his eyes. “Go on, lick me.” 

Whether she remembered her dream or not, she was clearly living out her fantasy. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and leisurely licked over her pussy, his tongue flat and wide. She canted her hips up towards him, and he let his tongue form rapid circles around her clit. Her moans fueled his motions, and he moved one of his hands down to pressed two fingers into her. 

She whined as he entered her, and let out a quick “Spencer!” He curled his fingers while sucking on her clit again, and her thighs began to clench around his head. He found the right spot inside her by listening to her moans, and then focused all his attention there while flicking his tongue against her clit. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” She cried, tugging on his hair. He kept doing everything exactly the same, pushing her over the edge with a loud shout. He kept up his ministrations until she pushed him off from the oversensitivity. She let out a loud sigh as he pulled off, and her hands went up to clutch at her own hair for a change. Staring up at the ceiling, she let a grin cross her face as a few aftershocks rolled through her. He admired her as she came down from her high, and then moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and get a rag to clean her up. 

When he came back he went to wipe her down, but she took the rag from him. “Sit. I get to take care of you, now.” She wiped herself down and then kneeled in front of him. She pulled down his sweatpants, which stuck a little to his cock which was hard again. Smirking up at him, she began wiping him down while he hissed, the gentle touches not enough for him. Suddenly her hot mouth wrapped around his head, and he groaned out. She made quick work of him, throwing her all into the blowjob from the start, taking him as deep as possible over and over. His hands clenched in the sheets as he came for a second time, this time down her throat. 

She swallowed as he watched in awe, and then wiped down his softening cock and stood up. Silently, she made her way to the bathroom and got rid of the dirty towel. 

When she came back Spencer was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled up at her and reached out a hand, which she took gladly letting him pull her in for a hug, with her standing between his knees. 

“I really like you, you know.” He said, his chin resting between her breasts as he stared up at her. 

“I know. I really like you too.” 

“Would you like to get dinner with me, when the case is over?” 

“As long as we can keep doing what we just did before then, absolutely.” She said with raised eyebrows. He let out a laugh which made her smile, and he pressed a kiss to her chest. 

“Of course.” 

“You can make my other dreams come true.” She smirked. 

“I’d love to.” 

~~~~

When they walked into the precinct the next morning, [Y/N] was wearing a scarf, despite the hot Texas heat. She hadn’t quite caught Spencer in time, and he had in fact left a mark. Of course the whole team noticed.

“Oi, Pretty Boy, was [Y/N] in your room last night?” Derek asked at the coffee station. Luckily Spencer was facing away from him, so Derek didn’t see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.

“Yes, of course, why?” He asked as he turned around, stirring his coffee. Derek’s attention was on [Y/N], who was talking to an officer on the other side of the precinct.

“That scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady might’ve got some last night.” Derek said with a smirk. “Don’t let it break your heart, you still have a chance!” He turned to Spencer and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. [Y/N] had, in fact, ‘got some’, and he was the some she got with. Derek noticed he was off. 

“C’mon, I’m just teasing. She probably didn’t get a chance to-” While he was talking, Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye from across the room. She smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back. Derek cut himself off when he saw Spencer’s wave, turning to see just as [Y/N]’s face turned back to the officer she was talking to. “Oh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!” Derek exclaimed, shaking Spencer. 

Spencer spluttered, shaking his head. “N-No, it’s not like that, I-” 

“I don’t need all the details, I just need to know it happened. Because it did happen, didn’t it?” He asked, trying to look Spencer in the eye, but the latter was aggressively avoiding eye contact. Spencer pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. “My man!” Derek exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. 

Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye again over Derek’s shoulder, and the smile she gave him made him smile right back. 

They had dreams to realize tonight.

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just a few days - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Summary: There’s no denying that Spencer and you hate each other. What happens, when you are forced to spend a few days together?  Warnings: enemies to lovers, language, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), typical criminal minds stuff Word Count: 4.5k A/N: hello friends. this is my first one shot and I hope you like it. gif not mine.  

„I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.“

Many people believe in love at first sight. The heart starts racing, the knees go weak and you feel dizzy. You want to get to know the other person at all costs. Which is total bullshit, of course. You can't fall in love with someone at first sight. Interest, yes, but that's not love.

With Spencer and you it was different. The first time you met, you were breathless. Your muscles tensed to the breaking point, the blood pulsed in your ears, and your stomach turned. Only, in your case, it definitely wasn't love.

„I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you“, you shot back and Spencer rolled his eyes.

Hate at first sight really did exist, and Spencer and you were the prime example.

There was always a stupid comment, a scathing sideways glance, or catty laughter. Neither of you took it personally - why would you? You weren't interested in each other's opinions - and it didn't interfere with your work, which is why Hotch didn't say anything about it. It annoyed him, but he had also noticed that the quality of your work was higher when you were at each other's throats than when you worked separately.

You couldn't even remember why you had been so hostile to each other from the beginning. It was mutual antipathy, but no one knew why. You didn't know each other from anywhere else, had never met anywhere. Actually, you were someone who gave people a chance first to get to know them reasonably, but with Spencer it only took one look before you were sure you definitely didn't like him. Was it his aura? His charisma? His constant need to be smarter than everyone else?

At first, the two of you had been holding back. You had been professional with each other, staying out of each other's way as much as possible and not exchanging more words than necessary. Everything had been fine until one day something slipped out of Spencer's mouth. The team had been sitting in the conference room discussing the latest case. You had said something about the murder weapon when Spencer had rolled his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" you had asked him, annoyed. Spencer sat up straight in his chair and grabbed the crime scene photo.

"I've never heard anything so stupid," he said, looking at you with amusement.

"Excuse me?"

"Stop it," Hotch intervened. "We don't have time for bitching. JJ, inform the department we're on our way. Wheels up in thirty."

From that moment on, there was no turning back. You tried to belittle each other, but Hotch had forbidden you to relate it to work. Teasing and mean statements were allowed, but you were not allowed to get in the way of your work. And the most important thing: no arguing in front of outsiders. The team was used to it, but if others got wind of it, it would undermine your authority. So you had to pull yourselves together at times. Which was no problem.

Once inside the police department, Hotch divided the team. "Y/L/N, Reid, you'll go to the crime scene and examine the house for any abnormalities that might indicate motive," he said, and you looked at each other with disgust in your eyes. Hotch cleared his throat and gave you a look that said, "Get your act together or I'll send you home."

On the way to the scene, the radio was playing and you hummed the tune contentedly. You almost forgot who you were in the car with if Spencer hadn't suddenly turned off the radio. You made an annoyed noise.

"I wanted to hear that."

"I know," Spencer grinned, glancing at you briefly before looking out the window again. "And that's why I turned it off."

Sometimes you could strangle him.

The house was pretty run down from the outside. Spencer and you looked at each other. "If I had to hide your body somewhere, it would be right here," you grinned, walking toward the front door.

"I won't give you the satisfaction of killing me," he said, his mouth twisting into a crooked smile. "My death should have meaning. I'm not going to let someone like you kill me over that."

The interior of the house was in complete contrast to the exterior. Every room was cleaned and tidy, there was not a speck of dust anywhere, and the way magazines, pictures, and other decorations had been laid down indicated -.

"OCD," Spencer noted. "Look, Y/N. The magazines all have the same number of pages, the picture frames on the windowsill are all the same distance apart, and -" , he opened a cabinet in the kitchen, "the handles on the cups all point in the same direction."

"So the person has damage like yours," you said, surveying the pictures in the hallway. Luckily there were only two of you, or you would have had to stifle the comment.

"Ha. Ha. I don't have OCD."

"You still have some damage. Forensics said traces of bleach were found throughout the house," you added to his insight, walking down the hall. "The unsub cleaned and left everything like this."

"And how would you know that?" asked Spencer, who had followed you. In the ceiling in the hallway was the hatch that led you to the attic.

"The pictures in the hallway are not of the victim. They're printed photos of people from the Internet. There is no connection." You climbed the ladder and what awaited you there did not surprise you.  The attic was filled with junk. It seemed like everything had just been shoved in. But again, there was not a woolly mouse to be seen.

"Apparently, the unsub places a lot of importance on maintaining the appearance of orderly, clean living."

You nodded at him and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. "Garcia, please search for wealthy families where children have been hospitalized with broken bones, hematomas or other injuries," you said, and Spencer snatched the phone from your hand. Annoyed, you looked at him.

"Equate that to sports injuries again, please. Thank you," he asked her before hanging up and tossing you the phone.

"Sports injuries?" you asked him, and he nodded.

"No parents would take their child to the hospital with injuries like that without an explanation. Sports injury is a good way to disguise something like that," he explained and you left the loft. When you got back into the car, you looked at him.

"If you snatch that phone out of my hand again, you'll be the next one with a slit throat," you smiled sweetly at him.

Spencer laughed out loud. "You grow a few more inches first, then maybe you can get to my throat."

Back at the precinct, the team profiled him and shared it with detectives. The plan was to lure him out of hiding and hope he would say or do something so you could arrest him.

"Bailey is targeting young couples in their twenties and thirties who are still in the early stages of their lives. They all moved in together a few days before they died. They were all very messy, which showed not only in their apartment, but also in their style of dress," Rossi explained.

"That's why two of our team will go undercover to draw him out," Hotch continued, giving Spencer and you a meaningful look. You knew what that meant. And you weren't in the mood for that. "Agent Y/L/N and Doctor Reid will be moving into a house on the outskirts of town, in the exact area where the last victim was found. Since he likes to return to the scene of his crime, he'll take notice."

"And then what do we do?" the sheriff asked, writing diligently.

"He'll show up a few days later and then we can go get him," Emily brought the conversation to a close and the group broke up. Hotch motioned Spencer and you to come with him to an adjoining room.

"I blindsided you with the proposal, and for that I'm sorry," he said, looking from Spencer to you, "but I'm afraid we have no choice. Tomorrow morning you'll move into the house and then it's only a matter of time before he comes. Just a few days. And until then, please try not to kill each other."

Spencer and you had been sitting together all night, working out a plan. Not only did you have to pretend to be a happy couple in front of others, you had to pretend behind closed doors. And that certainly wasn't going to be easy.

"Spencer, I'm only going to ask you this once," you began. "Are you okay with me touching you? Otherwise, we'll have to figure something else out. You can't flinch when I reach for your hand or give you a kiss on the cheek, even if I don't want to do that myself."

"I can handle that," he grinned. "As long as you promise not to snuggle up to me in your sleep. Because then I'll have to vomit."

Hotch was pretty happy with your plan and wished you good luck. He didn't want to bug the house because you still needed privacy, but the whole team was on speed dial. Besides, the others would take turns watching you. You weren't afraid, but knowing the others were always there calmed you down a bit.

The next morning, Spencer and you drove to your house. It looked a lot like the last victim's house. One story and an attic, the front yard hadn't been tended in ages. Spencer parked the car in the driveway and got out first so he could open the door for you like a gentleman.

"Are you ready for our new life?" he smiled, pulling you into his arms before you headed toward the door. His perfume was so strong it clouded your mind.

"With you, I'm ready for anything," you returned, placing your lips on his cheek.

Living with Spencer was more pleasant than you had imagined. You spent most of your time together in silence, Spencer with a book and you with music or magazines. You didn't avoid each other either, but spent every second together. Spencer always helped you cook and you helped him do laundry. You even went shopping together. There were little spats in between, but otherwise you got along fine.

You also noticed some things about Spencer that had completely escaped your attention until now. For example, he always had several books lying next to him when he read one. Which made sense if he finished one of them within ten minutes. Also, he would always mouth off a little when he was talking about something that was bothering him. And when he was talking about something he liked, he spoke with an incredible passion that was contagious.

What surprised you the most was sleeping next to each other. Since you also had to pretend to be overjoyed at home, you had also planned to share a bed. It was the most sensible and the easiest. Spencer's presence even calmed you down when you woke up in the middle of the night because you had a bad dream, and his regular breathing in the evening helped you fall asleep.

On the fourth night, a nightmare jolted you from sleep. You didn't remember what exactly you had dreamed, but you knew that you wouldn't fall asleep again so quickly. As quietly as you could, you got out of bed, not wanting to wake Spencer, and went to the kitchen. You flipped on the light over the stove, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. After a big gulp, you felt better, but still worried. Tired, you leaned against the counter and rubbed your hand over your face.

"Are you alright?" asked Spencer, entering the kitchen. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers. Something you hadn't noticed before.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry," you said honestly, putting the glass in the sink. Spencer just smiled, "I had a nightmare."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, standing next to you, you shook your head. "Okay." He was about to head back toward the bedroom, but stopped in the doorway. Spencer looked at you and you smiled weakly. He approached you again and reached for your hand. Carefully he pulled you to him and put his free hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. You laid your head against his chest and could hear his heartbeat. Then Spencer slowly rocked back and forth.

No one said a word as you danced with each other in the kitchen in the middle of the night. You enjoyed each other's presence and warmth. Spencer put a finger under your chin and made you look at him. There was no hate or dislike in his eyes. There was a twinkle in them that confused you greatly. Gently, he placed his lips on your forehead before pulling away.

"Let's go back to sleep," he smiled, pulling you by the hand back into the bedroom. In bed, he reached his arms out to you so you could lay your head on his chest. There it was again, his heartbeat. But this time it was faster, steady, but faster. Spencer reached for your hand again and intertwined your fingers.  "Sleep well, Y/N," he was still whispering, but you were barely aware of it. You had never fallen asleep so quickly.

The next day, the two of you went for a walk in the evening. Spencer's hand in yours no longer felt strange, but very familiar. The whole relationship between you had changed fundamentally. There was no more bitching, no more evil glances, no more spiteful laughter. You wondered if it would stay that way when you left the house, or if you would go back to your old ways. Secretly, you hoped that you would remain friends when all this was over. Even though you had only been here a short time, you had actually grown fond of Spencer. You just hoped he felt the same way about you.

"Y/N," Spencer whispered when you reached your street.

"Huh?" You looked up at him and he smiled lovingly at you. You would never get enough of that look.

"Please look at me when I tell you this now. There's a man walking across the street, right at our level, with his hood pulled over his head," he continued to whisper and I tried not to let on. "He's been following us for two blocks. I think it's him."

I nodded. "We need to show him that we are to be his next victims," you stated. When you arrived at your house, Spencer pulled you even closer. You knew what was coming. You didn't resist, and not because it was part of your plan, but because you were waiting for it.

Spencer put his hands to your cheeks and leaned down to put his lips on yours. Your heart started racing, your knees went weak, and you felt dizzy. If Spencer hadn't been holding you, you would have slipped through his fingers. His lips were soft and warm and when you kissed him back, a grumble sounded from his chest. One of his hands moved to your butt, pressing your hips against his as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You felt hot and warm shivers ran down your spine. You tried not to think about the fact that you could feel his erection against your belly, but failed miserably.

With his other hand, Spencer reached for the key and opened the door without breaking away from you, then pushed you into the house where he could have pulled away from you, but he didn't. His kisses grew hungrier and greedier, his hands reaching under your butt so he could lift you up. Your legs knotted behind him. He carried you toward the bedroom and pressed you against the wall. You rubbed your hips against his and he moaned into your mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, sliding a hand under your shirt. His fingers danced over your bare skin and his touch burned into your skin. You wished this moment would never end.

"Cameron Bailey, put the knife down and raise your hands," Derek called out. Spencer and you jumped apart, completely confused and gasping for air, and saw the team standing in your bedroom. Derek took Bailey into custody and led him away. How had you not noticed that he had come into the house?

"Are you all right?" asked Emily, but you could only nod. What would have happened if Bailey hadn't broken in? How far would Spencer and you have gone?

It wasn't long before the team was back on the plane. Spencer sat alone at one end of the plane and you at the other. You hadn't had time to talk about what had happened, because after Bailey was arrested, you had packed your things and gone to the airport with the others. But what did you want to talk about? About the kiss? About the touch? About your friendship, if you could call it that? Never in your life had you been so uncertain as at that moment.

Spencer probably didn't want anything more to do with you, and you tried to tell yourself that you were okay with that. You tried to adjust to things going back to the way they were. It scared you that deep down you cared. You had hated Spencer for years and just a few days with him had completely turned your feelings upside down. And that bothered you the most.

"I could use a beer right now," Derek said when you arrived at Quantico. "Anyone coming?"

"I'm going home," you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "My shower is waiting for me and my bed is calling for me too."

"Same here," Spencer gave and together you walked to the elevator while the others talked about where to go to celebrate. The silence between Spencer and you was unbearable, both outside the elevator and inside. You wanted to say something, but couldn't manage more than a guarded smile, which he kindly returned. At least no more bitching.

"Good night, Y/N," he said goodbye and left without turning around once more. You took a deep breath and headed home as well.

Once home, you dropped your bag on the floor and tried to wash off Spencer's touch in the shower. You brushed your teeth to scrub his taste from your tongue, but nothing could chase away the thoughts that haunted your mind. You put on fresh panties and an oversized shirt, which ended just below your butt. You were on your way to the couch when there was a knock on your door.

Without hesitation you opened the door and your heart stopped. Spencer stood in front of you, hands buried in his pockets and a small smile on his lips. "Hi."

"Hey," you said softly, and you didn't realize until then that you were standing in front of him half-naked. Embarrassed, you pulled the hem of your shirt down further. He glanced briefly at your hands and blushed before looking you in the eye again.

"I know this probably sounds stupid, but I don't know if I'll be able to sleep alone tonight. I've gotten used to sleeping next to you and after today, I don't think either of us should spend the night alone," he babbled, entering your apartment without prompting. You shut the door behind him. "Besides, there's something I wanted to do." Carefully he put his bag on the kitchen counter and came towards you with long steps.

It was not five seconds before he pressed his mouth on yours and a sigh came out of your mouth. His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time, so greedily they moved over your body, while yours got caught in his hair. When his fingers grazed your bare skin on your legs, you slumped against him.

"I didn't want to let you go home alone," he whispered between kisses, looking deep into your eyes. "I didn't want to sit so far away from you on the plane either, and when I got home, all I wanted was to be with you." His tongue dominated yours as his hands slid under your shirt. Your skin burned like fire where he touched you. "Tell me to stop, Y/N. Please tell me to stop and leave. Because if you don't do it now, I'll stay forever."

You went to kiss him, but he broke away from you and grabbed your chin with one hand, making you look at him. He was expecting a response. "Stay, Spencer. Stay forever and I'm yours."

That's all the confirmation he needed. His hands were on your hips again, but moved further down to briefly stroke your ass before leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs. Without effort, he lifted you up and his lips assaulted your neck, and as he sucked on the soft spot where your jaw met your neck, all you could do was whimper his name.

Spencer carried you into your bedroom with ease, his mouth never leaving your heated skin. The warmth in your body grew with each kiss as he gently laid you on the bed.  You pushed yourself to the head of the bed, allowing your head to rest on the soft pillow as Spencers hovered over you to kiss your neck.

His lips moved to your collarbone, his hands slid under your shirt and you arched up to meet him so he could easily pull it off. Hastily you reached for his shirt and undid the buttons to rip it from his torso. His weight was heavy on you and his hot skin almost burned you with every further touch. Without a word, you unbuttoned his pants and he kicked them off his long legs. For a brief moment you looked at each other. In that look were all the apologies you wanted to say, but that was no longer important. What was important was the man in front of you, the man you had fallen head over heels in love with in just a few days.

You put your hands on Spencer's back and felt the muscles dancing under your fingers. You took a quick glance at his black boxer briefs, which already seemed a little too tight for him.

"God, you're beautiful," he moaned as he glanced down your body. His hands were on your breasts and he rolled your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Again, you arched up to meet him.

"Spencer," you moaned, "no teasing. Please," you begged, closing your eyes to feel his touch more intensely. When you opened your eyes again, you could see a crooked grin on his face. He was enjoying your begging. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your panties and you could hear him ripping them. Cool air met your hot core and Spencer's boxers landed on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You had to swallow. He was long and surprisingly thick and you wondered if he would fit. Spencer looked at you silently with raised eyebrows.

"I'm on the pill," you explained, grabbing his shaft with your hand and running your thumb over the tip to smear the pre-cum, making him moan with pleasure. You pumped him two times before Spencer grabbed your wrist.

"I won't last long if you keep this up, love," he rasped, guiding his pulsing erection to your wet entrance. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him so close to you that there wasn't an inch between you. He looked at you one more time, searching for something in your face, but you just smiled at him, drunk with love. And then he glided home.

His cock was stretching you like no man before did and it almost hurt, but with the pain came the pleasure. Spencer rested his forehead on yours and his breath was hot on your skin. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You leaned into his gentle touch.

"Move, please, Spence," you purred, and that was all he needed. He withdrew almost completely from you before thrusting into you again. He quickly found a steady pace and his length stroked all the right places. The heat between your thighs spiraled in your belly and you dug your nails into Spencer's back.

"Spencer, fuck," you breathed and he grinned before pressing his lips to your throat and gently biting your collarbone. Before you knew it, he was sliding his hand between your bodies and rubbing furiously over your clit and it was all getting too much for you.

Your nails raked across his skin and certainly left a few marks on as you climaxed and your vision went black.You spasmed around his cock and felt it twitch inside you.  Spencer moaned a mixture of swear words and your name as he coated your walls with his cum, his fingers digging into your hips and probably bruising them.

He placed his lips on yours one last time before carefully pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. "Careful, love," he says softly, running it along between your legs to wipe your mingled cum. When he touched your sensitive clit, you flinched involuntarily. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom before lying back down with you. He pulled you to him and kissed your forehead. "Can I tell you something?" he breathed, you looked up at him quite exhausted.

"Of course."

He smiled lovingly. "I've fallen head over heels in love with you in the last few days," he confessed and your heart stopped. "The moment you laid your head on my chest in bed. You turned my whole world upside down and I can't imagine spending a single day without you anymore."

"You don't have to," you replied, putting your hand to the back of his head so you could pull him down to you. Gently you placed your lips on his and you felt his cock twitch against your belly. That's how strong your effect on him was. "I love you, Spencer."

In one fluid motion, he rolled onto you and pressed his mouth onto yours. This kiss was like the one in the house, angry, hungry and greedy. His hand slid between your legs and his fingers gently circled your clit. Your legs twitched and he pushed further down so he was eye level with your cunt. Gently he slid two fingers inside you and you moaned loudly. "I love you, Y/N. Don’t you dare forget it, when I make you scream and cum around my tounge.“ He licked long stripe from your entrance to your clit and gently sucking on it. Your body shook under his tounge and touch, as he slipped to fingers into your dripping cunt again. „Are you ready for round two?"

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