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why-say · 1 year

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Timothée x reader imagine

Warnings: smut, college smut, self-insert, public sex, friends with benefits, slight weight mention (it’s not specific but it’s mentioned), this one may be more plot that smut, stranger x you x Timothée

word count: 1.8k

This is arguably the best thing i’ve ever written.

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You got to class late. That wasn’t usually you, but everyone has bad mornings and today was yours. You entered your class from the back of the classroom and saw all of the seats at the front full. You had no choice but to take one near the back, a few seats over from the last person you wanted to sit next too.

“Hello.” You say curtly. He replies back but with a smile and you find that odd. You and Timothée had an agreement. You wouldn’t interact outside of your late-night booty calls. It had worked to keep things less messy like you both wanted.

You try to ignore the interaction and focus on the lesson, but you can’t see the front or the professor at all, there were too many heads in the way. You raise your hand to let him know and ask for a seat at the front but before you can get his attention, Timothee pulls your hand down.

“Just sit on my lap. You’ll be able to see better, I don’t mind.” He says, he’s already looking away like he’s so sure you will.

“Absolutely not! What? That’s so inappropriate, I’ll just…” Your voice trailed off.

You’ll just what? You were busy for the rest of the week so you couldn’t take notes later and the professor didn’t look like he would stop talking anytime soon. Would it really be that bad? It’s innocent right? It’s not like he would start fucking you in class.

“You’ll just what?” Timothée teases? A knowing smile ghosting over his face already.

“Shut up. It’s just so I can see, you know the rules.”

You move and now you are perched lightly on Timothée's lap. No one in the class even turned to look at you. You were sitting near his knees, trying to keep all your weight off of him and keep listening to your professor who was now fiddling with his computer while still talking.

You didn’t see how Timothée could take notes like this, but he didn’t seem to mind and neither did you.

Before you could start writing you felt Timothée move his hand around your waist. He pulled you further into his lap, so your back was flush with his front. You turned your head to meet his eyes. Timothée was a tall man but in this position, you were looking down to see him. You liked it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Making you and myself comfortable, now continue writing.” He replies, he faces the professor though you can see his mischievousness peeking through.

You could never understand him, but you turned back to continue your work. You feel relaxed. Usually in class you were speed writing, and your brain was going a million miles a minute but today you felt relaxed while still writing. You didn’t understand why. Surely it couldn’t be Timothée? His presence couldn’t be the thing making you feel different. You took a moment to think and that’s when you noticed his arm never left your waist. He was making circles on the side of your body, softly stroking. You turned to face him, and he looked so calm you didn’t even think he noticed what he was doing.

His eyes turned to look at you and you cut your gaze away quickly. You weren’t going to let him distract you outside of your arrangement.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy it. mkay?” Timothée suddenly whispered. What?

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. It wasn’t until you felt his other hand at your knee make its way up, his other hand still holding your waist.

His hand met the bottom of your skirt, and he kept going, slipping under the skirt. Your body felt hot. You shifted so you were now crossing your legs. His hand was trapped between your thighs, cutting off his movement. You didn’t know the kind of reaction he would give but you were happy to put a stop to whatever he was doing. Or were you? Your breathing was heavier, and your body was still hot.

But it was so inappropriate.

You heard him laugh quietly in your ear. He moved his hands, and you uncrossed your legs. You thought that was that.

The teacher kept talking though you weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t pay attention to anything with your thoughts ruminating. What was Timothée doing? Why wasn’t he keeping to the arrangement? Did he want you outside of the late-night booty calls?

The light to the classroom goes off and your pulled from your thoughts. You look around and no one is freaking out, so you assume the professor is putting on a film. Your thoughts are correct as an old black and white movie appears. You can’t see anything but the screen except the heads of the people in front of you, but you can’t make out who they are.

“Relax, He put on an old film because we had time left and he finished talking.” Timothée says, still whispering but even lower because it’s so silent. People are still talking to their friends but they’ were trying to keep it lower than the movie which is pretty quiet.

“Okay.” Is all you can think of to say. You're ready to get back into your deep thoughts when you feel Timothée's hands return to where they belong. Where they belong? You couldn’t believe you just said that. Or thought that?

He placed his hands on each of your thighs and moved your legs to the outside of his. His own legs keeping your spread wide open. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything because in reality you really really needed him. It was all you could think about right now and if he didn’t finish what he started you were going to pop.

With his knees keeping you spread bare his hands made work of you. He slipped his fingers past your underwear, feeling the wetness already there. His fingers lightly pressing into you then back out, shallowly thrusting.

The class was so silent you knew you couldn’t make any noise, but your mouth let out an involuntary moan. No body turned around, so you hope no one heard you.

“I’m not plugging your mouth baby it’s all up to you to keep quiet. Or don’t.” Timothée murmurs.

His words don’t require a reply, but you nod your head anyways, already lost in pleasure.

Sex with him always felt good but it was something about the public humiliation that could happen at any moment that made you feel this all so much more.

His finger continued to work into you, almost prepping you but you couldn’t figure out what for. He flicked your clit unexpectedly and you let out a sharp cry. It wasn’t so loud, but you heard some shuffling a few rows down and to the side. Timothée didn’t stop his assault on your body while you glanced around the classroom. No one was looking but honestly you didn’t care.

You grounded your hips further down trying to feel him deeper, and as if reading your body Timothée moved his hand so two fingers were deep inside your cunt and the heel of his hand was rubbing your clit. His fingers were twisting and pumping into you in ways that made you hold your breath to keep your moans in. You tried to close your legs as a reflex but his own just spread you wider.

The classroom felt like an inferno, and you were ready to cum. Timothée removed his hand from your cunt unexpectedly. You let out an involuntary whine in response.

Timothée moved your further down his now closed thighs, towards his knees. You didn’t understand why? Was he not letting you cum? Had somebody been watching.

You searched around the classroom and to your complete and utter dismay somebody had their eyes on yours. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, but they were standing near the door at the back of the classroom. You knew from what you could see it was a man and his arm was moving weirdly. Before you could try figure out who it was or what he was doing, you felt hands move you again. Too dazed to struggle you didn’t know what was going on until you felt your exposed and dripping pussy meet the head of Timothée's cock.

You felt him slowly pull you down his shaft. Your cunt accommodating for his size and length with an uncomfortable stretch. It was always a struggle trying to fit Timothée inside you, that was why you always prepped yourself with your favourite toys before you saw him. The lack of preparation allowed a strained cry to slip through your lips. You couldn’t think to care who had heard that, but you opened your eyes anyways when you heard a distant grunt. The man at the back of the classroom had your attention and apparently, he had Timothees too. But he wasn’t stopping.

If anything, the attention from the strange man had made Timothee work harder to thrust into you. Because of how wet you were he couldn’t be fast because people would hear, but that didn’t stop him fucking you hard. It felt like he was fucking your breath away with every thrust and you were delirious. Your sensations were limited to just this feeling, the fullness of your cunt, the heat inside your body and the ache at the bottom of your belly.

You could hear Timothée's soft moans and groans in your ear and that was what set you off. Timothée followed behind you quickly after his thrusts turned harder. You felt his warm cum hit your insides and you let out a sigh of content. You wished you could've swallowed his cum instead, but this would do.

Timothée was still panting in your ear, and it wasn’t until you felt something warm and wet hit the side of your face and hair that you remembered the stranger. Both you and Timothée turned back to look at him. He was there, you could see his chest moving up and down rapidly. Timothées hand moved to the liquid on your face. He gathered some on his fingers and placed it in his mouth. He smirked and you didn’t know why until he did the same to you. It was cum.

Moaning at the taste of the strangers cum on Timothees fingers. You looked back up to the stranger and saw him wave before leaving.

These the weirdest lesson you’ve ever day. And you kind of hoped to have it again. You didn't know how you were going to leave the classroom without people knowing what happened, but you didn't care right now.

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candyk0rn · 2 months

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Hey, can I request a break up with Nanami, Gojo, and Geto? I'm in a mood for angst :')

⚘Breakup⚘

Woah okay first time I’ve ever written smth like this so I’m excited! Thanks for the ask, have a good day/night!

Warnings: ummm breaking up with someone is sad y’all

Included: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru

G.Satoru:

Fights or arguments don’t really happen with Gojo

Because he doesn’t let them happen

When things get even the slightest bit heated, he avoids them

He erases them with clinginess and jokes, always brushing it off when he should definitely be serious

And this is one of many things that drew your relationship to its inevitable end

Not only was it his lack of ability to read the room, but also his dangerous job

With the privilege of being considered the ‘strongest’, that means the strongest enemies are after him as well

You cannot begin to count the amount of times he said he’d leave for a three day mission, only to be gone for an entire week with no further communication

There’s a large risk at hand with being even so much as associated with Gojo

Let alone being his romantic partner

A certain bounty has been placed on your head too, you’re sure.

And that is just dusting against the surface of the cracks that eventually took control of your relationship

And to be honest, he doesn’t take the break up that serious either

Not until you stop returning your calls and haven’t come home for a few hours

Maybe it’ll make him realize, but who knows?

N.Kento:

Nanami is tricker than Gojo.

But in some regards, I believe he’s very similar

For Nanami is perceived, at least, to be a ‘simple’ man

For someone who hates work, who would much rather go on a long vacation,

He takes his occupation extremely seriously

Both his normal income job and his sorcerer work

And sometimes you truly felt he held his job before you, his partner

And sometimes, he would openly admit to taking priority elsewhere than with you

Which, in some cases understandable, still hurts

One time, later in your relationship, he has forgotten your anniversary

Well, he hadn’t forgotten it fully

But he didn’t celebrate in anyway, needing his hours at work

Nor did he intend to celebrate in anyway, even though much earlier to the date you told him you would like to

Unlike Gojo, the breakup is rather smooth

He simply and utterly refuses to leave on a bad note

And he will not only leave in good terms, but he wants to leave respectfully

But he will be in shock for a very long time afterwards

And he doubts the feeling of deep regret will leave anytime soon…

G.Suguru:

I don’t think people really recognize how others are affected when someone begins to spiral

Not only is the person who is going through the hard time hurting and being drained, the person helping is drained too

And unfortunately, this is what happened to yours and Geto’s relationship

Seeing someone you care for so deeply begin this downward trajectory is hard

And you swore to be by his side through it all..

Until he began to do some things you didn’t exactly approve of

Once the count of dead began rising by his hand, you found yourself losing sympathy bit by bit

It’s a hard pill to swallow, it’s a difficult thing to accept

And it’s an even worse thing to end

To hang on to the hope that the old Suguru is simply trapped behind a mask of pain would be futile

It’s either accept unfortunate route his travelled down, or follow in your own beliefs

And even though you once thought you could help him wash his hands clean of blood,

There will always be a spot left unattended

And spots only grow until you no longer see skin

Only red.

He doesn’t actually believe you at first when you bring up leaving him

In fact, he says to your face he doesn’t believe you

Like Gojo, he assumes that after you calm down you’ll be running back to him

But you don’t

And there’s very few times he’s felt regret.

He has done everything in his power to make sure the word isn’t even in his vocabulary

But there’s that sting in his heart and that dizziness in his head

That can only be described as loss.

Thanks for reading!

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impala-dreamer · 9 months

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Of Whipped Cream & Body Heat

A Supernatural Story

~After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?~

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam

2192 Words

Warnings: NSFWish... Banter and Romance and Snark and Fluff and Just... I love it. I LOVE IT. Please Enjoy.

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“I don’t know how or why, but I feel like you planned this.”

Y/N popped a hip and chewed on a fingernail, staring angrily at the big metal door blocking her exit.

The fluorescent lights above were harsh, sure to blind them both if they looked up for too long. The air being circulated through the walk in fridge was so cold that she could feel her nipples and everything else perk towards too hard.

Dean scoffed. “Why the hell would I have planned this?”

He shifted against the back wall and stretched his long legs out, taking a moment to regroup. His head was still bleeding and Y/N frowned at the cut above his eye when she glared back at him.

“You’ve probably got a concussion,” she sighed, grabbing a head of lettuce off the shelf to her left and chucking it at him. “Put that on your head.”

Dean cocked a brow in confusion. “Uh… why?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s cold. You gotta stop the swelling. You don’t want a bump, do you?”

Annoyed, he tossed the cabbage back and it landed at her feet. “I don’t want that.”

“So sorry you disapprove, but the frozen peas are next door in the freezer!”

“Why are you yelling at me!”

“You’re yelling, too!”

“Because you’re yelling at me!”

“I fucking- I- Damnit, Dean!”

Pursing his lips, he let it go and looked away, trying to think up a plan to get them out of there.

They were chasing a monster- again- and things went south- again. They weren’t really even sure just what they were dealing with other than that it was big, fast, and conked them both on the head before they knew what was happening. The knock out sucked, but waking up trapped in a fridge was proving to be even worse.

Dean yanked his phone from his pocket and made a show of holding it up to look for bars.

“I got nothing,” he sighed, pressing random buttons just in case.

“Of course you don’t.”

“What?”

Y/N nearly growled. “We’re in a big metal box. You’re not gonna have a signal in here. It’s science.”

His nostrils flared. “Don’t ‘science’ me, Y/N/N. You know I hate that.”

She crossed her arms defiantly. “Science?”

“No. When you act like you know everything and I’m just an idiot grunt. I know things, too, OK?”

Y/N clicked her tongue and let the anger sizzle. She turned her back on Dean and slammed her fist into the door.

“Hello! Hello! Someone help us!”

Dean kicked a knee up and leaned his arm on it. “No one’s gonna hear you, it’s past one in the morning.”

Again, she banged on the door. “Hello! I’m trapped in here with a grunt person and he’s very annoying!”

He seethed. “Get over yourself.”

She glared. “You.”

Green eyes narrowed. Pink lips curled. “You.”

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes, done with him and then entire hunt. “I give up.”

Dean picked at a split nail on his left thumb. “Yeah, well, so do I.”

“Great.”

Tossing her arms up in surrender, Y/N spun and threw her back against the wall. The metal was freezing and she drew her arms in across her chest.

Silence hung between them like their breath, dancing in the air before their noses both threatening and childishly amusing.

Time ticked by and Y/N squinted, trying to read Dean’s watch from across the room.

“How long we been in here?” she asked, teeth starting to chatter noticeably.

Dean peeked at the time. “Half hour, maybe. Dunno.”

She shivered. “Wonderful.”

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “A little.”

Hoping to his feet, Dean shrugged off his top layer and walked across the fridge, holding it out for her.

“Take it.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

A heavy sigh came out like dragon’s breath and Dean ducked down to grab her arm, lifting her onto her feet. “Come on. Just take it.”

“What about you?” She looked up with worried eyes, finally over the annoyance and throbbing headache.

“Ah, I’ll be fine. I’m layered.” He winked as he tossed the green canvas over her shoulders and buttoned the top button. “There ya go. Better?”

Y/N nodded. “Thanks.”

It was a thousand times better. The jacket was a little smelly, tinged with smoke and gun oil and something that was similar to but not altogether taco seasoning. Still, it was warm and Y/N sank into the heat as she calculated how long they could last in thirty eight degrees.

Dean watched her closely. “You’re doing math,” he said with a soft laugh. “I know that nose crinkle anywhere.”

Y/N gasped, feigning offence. “I don’t have a math face.”

“Sure you don’t.” He licked his lips and shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about the cold,” he told her, moving away to inspect the food lining the walls.

“Yeah? What would you worry about?”

“Oxygen.”

She tried not to show her nervousness. “W-what?”

Picking through a box of vegetables, he nodded. “Yeah. We’re in a big metal box, right? Probably sealed up real good. You should be more worried about running out of air. We’ll suffocate before we freeze to death.”

The chill gripped her bones and Y/N’s eyes went wide. In her worst nightmares, she was always drowning or suffocating, dying in some horrid fashion unable to breathe. Her lip trembled.

“Dean, I-”

Her voice cracked with fear and he turned, smug and unaffected.

“Wait a minute.” Her brain defrosted and she sneered. “You asshole. There’s vents right there!” She shoved a hand towards the back right corner of the fridge. “We’re not gonna suffocate. But you may die bloody if you keep this up.”

“Hey, now-”

An apple flew at his head and Dean dodged it at the last second.

“Hey!”

“You should eat more fruit anyway,” she jeered.

“Oh, I’ll eat more fruit, alright!”

Y/N laughed. “How is that a come back? Are you threatening me by threatening to eat better?”

Dean’s face turned as red as the aerial apple. “I- You- Damnit. Shut up.”

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are more frustrating than a- a-”

“A what?”

“A something very frustrating…”

Again, they dropped into quiet, each on their own side of the six by nine foot room.

When her worry grew too strong, Y/N cracked the silence. “Sam will come get us, right?” she blurted, words exploding like a cloud of smoke from her lips.

Dean chewed his lip and nodded, though his face was twisted with concern. “Yeah. Totally. Hundred percent. He’s probably on his way right now.”

She didn’t believe him. Sam hadn’t even known where they were going and the GPS on their phones was dead because their phones were dead. “Yeah…”

“Yeah…”

Y/N picked at a string inside the sleeve of his jacket. Her fingers were painfully cold, the tip of her nose felt like ice, her ears were numb.

“I don’t wanna die in here,” she whispered, looking up at the big handle-less door.

Dean’s jaw twitched as he swallowed down a rush of worry. “We won’t. I promise.” Her eyes flickered over to him and guilt walloped Dean in the chest. “What, you don’t believe me?” he teased, hoping to get her to laugh.

She shrugged, too cold to argue. Back still against the door, she folded in on herself, tucking her chin to her chest and hugging her knees.

Even from across the room he could see how badly she was shaking, and it made him realize he was vibrating with cold as well.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, pushing up and away from the nearly freezing floor.

Y/N watched him stalk across the fridge, fear leaking into her face as he got close.

“W-what’re you doing- Oh!”

Dean sat down before she could stop him and pulled her close, crushing her face into his chest. He was cold too, but the added layers had given him a little temperature cushion, and Y/N sank into his residual warmth. She exhaled hard and slid her hands beneath his flannel, hugging tight.

“Fuck, you’re so warm.”

Dean rested his chin on the top of her head. “No, you’re just icy.” He could hear her teeth clinking together and he rubbed his hands vigorously down her back and upper arms. “Figure we can share some body heat before it’s all gone.”

She didn’t respond.

Y/N closed her eyes and let him take care of her, resisting the urge to make a nasty comment or start their fight up again. There was never a reason for their continuous bickering except for the obvious, unrequited love story brimming beneath the surface of their friendship. And it wasn’t as if they didn’t know of each other’s feelings, it was just that life was too hard already, and adding a romantic relationship into the mix felt like more work than it was worth.

So they fought.

A lot.

He felt good wrapped around her, somewhat warm and mostly soft. She ran her fingers up his back and the muscles flexed, shoving too many ideas into her head.

“Thank you,” she purred, curling deeper into him.

Dean sucked on his bottom lip and closed his eyes as he breathed her in. She smelled like apples. Not like the artificial apple flavoring that for some reason was always neon green; no, she smelled like fresh apples on a tree. Like he was walking through a sunlit orchard with her, hands clasped, smiles bright and-

“Uh-” Dean shook himself and cleared his throat. “Yeah. No problem. Could be a while before Sammy tracks us down so-”

“Yeah. But he will. I know he will.”

His heart was beating fast, she could hear it if she pressed her ear to the center of him. It beat a little faster when her hand slid from his back to his hip, faster still when she lay it on his thigh.

“Dean?”

Too afraid that his voice would break, he hummed without moving his lips. “Hmm?”

She hooked her nails along the seam of his jeans and tugged slightly.

“I’ve read that skin-to-skin contact is the best for… sharing body heat…”

His heart pounded like a jackhammer.

Y/N grinned.

“There ya go getting all sciency on me again.”

She bit her lip and pulled back, looking up at him. “Science has been known to save lives, you know.” She shifted, twisting around so that she was up on her knees, eye level with him. “Just a thought… Maybe we should-”

Green eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes.”

He reached for her face; giant right hand sliding against her cheek and pulling her in.

The kiss was awkward and uncertain. Y/N couldn’t stop a laugh from bubbling up inside and Dean couldn’t decide which was to tilt his head. They faltered and pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other.

Y/N coughed. “Well. That was-”

Dean frowned and shrugged. “I mean, as far as first kisses go, it was really-”

“Rather…”

“Shit.”

Y/N laughed and turned back to him, hiding her face in her hands. “It really was.”

Dean sat up straight and squared his shoulders. “We can do better.”

“You sound so sure.”

His smirk was too much to handle. “Practice makes perfect.”

It really did.

Their next kisses were the good kind of sloppy and they quickly found a rhythm, falling head first into each other. Shirts were cast aside, jeans were wriggled out of, and boots flew across the floor. Hands explored, tongues tasted, pleasures were matched. Their breath floated above them in foggy crystalline clouds and friction kept them alive.

When the door finally opened, they were lounging together by the back wall, tangled up, laughing and squirting whipped cream into each other’s mouths.

Sam burst in, gun raised, brow furrowed and sweaty. Panting, he took a quick look around before his eyes settled on the two captives.

“Hey! I- uh-” Lowering his gun, he straightened up, entire form on edge as he struggled to explain the scene to himself. “What’s going on?”

“Sammy!” Dean beamed from the floor, a bit of cream hanging from the corner of his lip. “What took ya so long?”

Visually offended, Sam averted his eyes. “Looking for you,” he said firmly. “Again, what is going on?”

Y/N laughed and licked the whipped topping from Dean’s mouth. “We got hungry. There was pastry…really good cannoli-like thing.” She looked at Dean. “It was a cannoli, right?” He nodded. “Yeah. And then I found this thing of whipped cream and…ya know… we’re eating it.”

Exasperated, Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes. “Yeah. OK. But… Why are you naked?”

Dean chuckled and grinned up at his little brother. “Science.”

Y/N nodded and stuck the cream nozzle into her mouth. “Science!”

Done with his brother, his friend, the case, and anything else that God wanted to throw his way, Sam hung his head and turned away, heading back into the warmth of the dark restaurant kitchen. “Science.”

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damiansgoodgirll · 11 months

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Can I have Damian Priest x Fem reader where he walks in his room and finds the reader asleep in his bed so he lays down and holds her?

thisssss🥹🥹

damian priest x reader

hold me please

you and damian were used to share car rides when touring, hotels and sometimes even hotel rooms. everytime you were in a different city the staff would make sure to put your changing room next to damian’s one. they all knew about your crush on damian and about damian crush on you, the only people who needed to realise that was you and him.

you were staying in the same hotel but different rooms this time but he gave you his backup key in case something happened.

so while you were showering and wearing something comfortable he told you that he was going at the grocery store that was just a few blocks away because he needed to buy some stuff.

you decided to go straight into his room while waiting for him. it was like a tradition the two of you had. everytime you would share the same hotel but not the same room you would find in each other’s bedroom to spend the night watching movies and shows.

but he was taking too long for your liking and from resting your eyes just a little you ended up falling asleep on his bed.

you didn’t hear the key opening the door and you didn’t definitely hear damian stopping his track when he saw you sleeping on his bed. he silently removed his shoes and his leather jacket and threw them on the little couch next to the front door. he laid the grocery bad on top of the jacket and grabbed the tv remote.

he didn’t even ask too many questions when he saw you fast asleep on his bed, he imagined that you would have come sooner or later.

so while you were peacefully sleeping, damian laid back on the bed next to you and turned the tv on watching some news, not that he really cared about the news but he knew you had this strange addiction that you could sleep better with some noise in background.

he carefully circled your shoulders with his arm and held you closer to his body, letting your head falling on his chest.

he smiled watching at how sweet and peaceful you looked and how he wanted that to happen every single day.

you, sleeping next to him and waking up between his arms. that’s what he dreamed of everytime you were together.

twenty minutes later you wake up from your nap, feeling tired more than ever you wanted go back to sleep but suddenly realised that you weren’t in your room.

“dam?” you called him when you saw him resting next to you.

“hey mariposa…you okay?” he smiled at you.

“tired…” you yawned a little.

“go back to sleep y/n, food will arrive in an hour, you can sleep till then” he said.

“okay…” you went back to sleep but couldn’t find the strength to fall asleep “dam?”

“yes princesa?” he looked straight into your eyes.

“can you hold me please?” you asked him with a soft voice. you didn’t want to make things uncomfortable between the of you so you proceeded with caution.

“of course mi amor, of course…” he smiled to himself and let you come closer to his body. you were now trapped between his legs, your head still laying on his chest and his arms went from your shoulders to your waist, holding you gently.

“thank you…”

“anytime baby…go back to sleep now, i’ll be here when the food arrives” he smiled and you drifted off to sleep once again.

maybe the two of you already realised that what was going on was more more than friendship, you just needed to find the courage to confess to each other.

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silverheartlugia2000 · 9 months

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dcxdp prompt

i see your "Danny hides in the empty rooms of wane manor/the apartment next to Jason that no one should be in" and add in "no one knows how neglected Tim really is at home" to create this!

Danny hides at drake manor, he thinks its empty, the rich family is traveling, he only really sees the occasional housekeeper or gardener that are easy enough to hide from for a few hours.

Tim is still young, still going out at night to stalk the bats or just newly minted robin. is Danny de-aged? if so hes not like, baby baby, but young enough to match Tim. cause the second point of this plot relies on a 'Danny and Tim could be twins' theme.

Neither knows the other is there, they keep missing each other through a combination of Tim going to school/Robining, Danny's sudden sleep crashes from injuries/tendency to explore. And just a hint of divine intervention for Grampa Clocky's entertainment.

Tim is still in the 'not allowed to touch anything except his room' mindset and Danny is very careful to not leave any evidence around. He's just happy to find a place that still has water and electricity also isn't occupied, the fact that they left the wifi on is just a bonus! Danny avoids Tim's room and sleeps in the Drake's bed, cause he can feel the residual vibes of loneliness Tim has filled it with and dosen't even want to think about that...

How do they find out? Tim is away for some reason or other, and the Drakes randomly stop by, and Danny just happens to have just sat down for lunch, feeling secure enough that no one would be there and maybe let himself indulge in a little artwork/tinkering, today.

Danny is so confused. He expected the people to yell at him, call the police, attack, anything! instead he gets a case of mistaken identity, a lecture of leaving his things around, (he only covered half the table with supplies!) his outfit and mannerisms insulted (that perfectionism that they drilled into Tim?) given a LIST of impossible expectations, and then promptly left alone again with the people saying they'd be back is eight months or so.

Danny is hit with a horrible feeling of familiarity, guilt, and rage. First, those people were so similar yet also completely opposite of his own parents. Second they didn't question him being there, in fact it seemed like they expected someone his age to be there? They left their kid alone in this house? How long has he stayed here now?!? Third their kid should be in this house, they didn't pay enough attention to Danny to realize hes NOT their kid, and if the kid does live here Danny hasn't really seen hide or hair of him anytime he's explored the house, HOW DoES THAT HAPPEN?? Is he missing? Or has he been staying somewhere else? Maybe he should investigate that one room with bad vibes?

Before Danny can get out of his shock to form ANY kind of plan, Tim comes storming through the door, maybe they called him to remind him of something? Maybe he got told they were in town? He ran home in an attempt to catch them but instead finds Danny stewing.

Danny is ABSOLUTELY pulling Dan and Dani over here to cause THE chaos parent trap to end all chaos parent traps!!

#dcxdp #silverlugia's free prompts

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skylarmoon71 · 11 months

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Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 11

Team Flash was always on it when there was word of a big bad. That’s why when Eobard asked that everyone meet in the cortex at six in the morning, they weren’t even surprised. Iris practically slept in the lab. Cisco was already working a case at the precinct, so he was more than alert. Caitlin had been out for drinks and Barry was binge watching some tv series. They weren’t really sure what to expect. So when three different signature streaks of lightning buzzed into the room, they were on guard. When Barry removed his mask, his counterpart’s eyes were wide.

“Woah..”

They both said looking at each other.

“Okay, this is confusing, we’re gonna need a way to differentiate which one is the real Barry.”

“I’m the real Barry!” They both protested.

“Blue is Bart and red is Barry.” Eobard stated.

“Fair enough.”

“You know I hate that nickname.” Bart complained. He’d already suited up, so as a childish attempt, he constructed a huge blue wall with his ring.

“Quit sulking, we have bigger issues. “ Eobard explains. Barry was still staring.

He obeyed, lowering the wall as his feet landed on the ground from his previous hovering position. Barry was still taking in the differences that he could spot.

“So you’re not a speedster?” He asked. Bart shook his head.

“I’m a blue lantern. It’s crazy that you are the Flash. I do look good in the suit though. “

Barry smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime handsome.” He winked, and Barry shifted bashfully. You just rolled your eyes.

“Could you stop being a narcissist for one second!” You complain.

Caitlin and Cisco looked as though they were used to the behavior.

“We have maybe twenty-one hours to find Godspeed and help (Y/N).”

Iris’s brows are knitted.

“Why are we on a timer?”

Eobard’s eyes caught yours for a second.

“Barry came to take (Y/N) home. In about twenty-one hours his friends are gonna reopen the portal. After that he can’t promise that she’ll be able to go back. They only have one shot."

The information didn’t gain happy reactions.

“You’re..leaving?” Bart asked.

“I..I.” You couldn’t form the words.

“We should focus on catching Godspeed."

It was a coward’s way out. But you couldn’t think about it right now. Bart looked ready to question further, but Eobard stopped him.

“She’s right. We need to find him and stop him. Let’s get to work. Caitlin, track his signature. Cisco, I need you and Joe to work on surveillance, he’s somewhere in the city, I know it. Iris, I’m going to need three trackers. Barry, (Y/N) and I are going to be vulnerable with how fast he’s gotten. I need to know everyone’s whereabouts at all times.”

The team dispersed after they were given their tasks. Barry had to admit he was impressed with how effective Eobard led the team.

“You really aren’t him.”

“I’m not.” His tone was flat.

“Excuse me, I need to grab a pair of meta cuffs for when we stop him.” Eobard walked past you without so much as a glance, and you could feel the pang in your heart. You expected the reaction. Barry’s eyes moved to you.

“You care about him.”

It was an easy observation. He had caught you both on the couch. Now you feel a bit guilty. Because this man may not have been Barry’s mortal enemy, but he was still Thawne.

“I just…he’s not..” Barry shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. (Y/N) you’ve been trapped here for months. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been at the beginning seeing his face after what happened.”

It was painful.

“I only wanted to protect everyone.”

Of course he understands.

“I know. If I’m being honest a part of me was mad at you for making such a decision. I always said I would protect you and then I just watched you die. For a while we really did think that you were gone forever.”

You can’t imagine what that must have felt like.

“But it’s okay now. Because you’re safe. I know everyone’s going to be happy to see you, especially Joe.”

Barry is wearing a wide grin, and you mirror it the best you can. Because at the back of your mind, you aren’t sure if your heart is completely set on returning anymore.

#eobard thawne #flash #timelines #barryallen #speedsters #trust #family #fluff #humor #feelings #eobard x reader #plans #villains #heroes #metahumans

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supernatural s9e11 first born (w. robbie thompson)

this reminds me a bit of teen wolf in the plot overload disorder. i don't think i even bothered mentioning abaddon last episode. too much shit going on! also makes me laugh that we're in the 1800s, teen wolf also had this very weird (not good) flashback for the history of the argents (in the 1700s) 😂

all right, i know it's cain here, but i don't know anything really beyond that. except the mark at some point.

CROWLEY So...is that boudoir smile for me?

crowley's back in his sweet spot of evil but also maybe helpful but also probably trying to fuck you over. much better than just flat evil

CROWLEY I've been chasing that blade for decades. The closest I got to it was when one of my droogs -- Smitty -- got wind of a protégé demon of Abaddon's who claimed knowledge of the blade. Sadly, before Smitty could nab the guy, a hunter by the name of John Winchester nabbed the protégé. I'm here to see if there's anything in the John Winchester memorial library that might lead us to the first blade -- to killing Abaddon. DEAN You want to hunt? With me? CROWLEY I do love a good buddy comedy.

i know people talk up how crowley feels about dean but to me crowley is just horny for literally everyone and/or no one. sheppard is just so charismatic in this part

why is this so cute!

laughed out loud, good one. i'm the BEST liar, i totally fucked you both over, don't you remember??? don't besmirch my lying abilities, bro

i thought being totally sober would make me less loquacious but sadly, no ;(

CROWLEY Is all this really necessary? I mean, I've been inside your brother. We're practically family. DEAN Listen to me. We are the furthest thing from family. You got that, dickbag?

while dean does like to adopt every stray he comes across, the king of hell apparently doesn't qualify 😩

cas seemed disappointed about the lack of an actual guinea pig. understandable

sam barely keeping it together haha

hello sarah connor 🔥

CROWLEY I can help. Dean? DEAN He wants Abaddon as dead as I do. TARA If your daddy could see you now.

stop the doom spiral of guilt, dean. it's complicated, okay??? and shooting the floor in her own shop to break the devil's trap, what the actual fuck 😂

CROWLEY Would you care to join us? TARA Him? Anytime. You? Never.

hot lady who banged his dad, of course she wants to jump dean too. reminds me of this

s7e19 of grave importance

SAM Annie's not usually this late, is she? DEAN No, never. She's totally compulsive. I'll try her cell. SAM You know, uh, you know she and Bobby had a thing, right? DEAN Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. Really? SAM Yeah. Kind of a foxhole thing – very Hemingway. DEAN Huh. She and I kind of went Hemingway this one time, too. SAM All right, well... that happens. DEAN What, you too? SAM Look, it was a while back. We ended up on the same case. She was stressed. I-I-I... I didn't... have a soul. DEAN That's a lot of foxholes.

what a pretty face! i don't know much religious lore but i wasn't expecting cain to be scary for crowley. i have no idea where he lands in the food chain, in fact

DEAN Why don't you just zap out of here? CROWLEY I'd never leave my domestic partner in crime. DEAN [snorts] Yeah, like your heart grew three sizes. You can't zap out of here, can you?

i wonder if crowley could make it an entire day without flirting with anyone

CASTIEL Sam, the trials. You chose not to go through with them for a reason, didn't you? You chose to live rather than to sacrifice yourself. You and Dean... You chose each other. SAM Yeah, I did. We did. And then... Dean made a choice for me.

😔

how does finding gadreel fix things?

cain became a demon, okay (aha things are clicking that i know from fic lol). so with the whole dean and sam are descended from cain and abel, does that mean cain is grandpa? uncle?

CASTIEL No. Why must the Winchesters run toward death?

good question, cas

sometimes i wonder how things are lit (in all media, not just spn), if they're trying to give the appearance of someone being on the verge of tears. when you got that highlight near your lower eyelid, it really looks like it regardless of actual tears accumulating. anyway,

SAM My life's not worth any more than anyone else's -- not yours or Dean's...or Kevin's. Please. Please, help me do one thing right. Keep going.

oh, sam.

@shinelikethunder linked this fight scene with rhianna's s&m over it, i may not be feeling the vibes op is talking about but i can appreciate it nonetheless :) it's a really good fight scene for jackles and great song choice. i'm always mourning the spn that could have been with better music 😔

looking to see if there was a clean version on spotify of s&m out of curiosity and laughing that there's a kids version of the "sex in the air, i don't care i love the smell of it, sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me" song

DEAN Right. Yeah, except I didn't kill my brother. CAIN You saved yours. Why? DEAN Because you never give up on family -- ever. CAIN Where's your brother now, then?

ouch.

also, cain is retired, other demons didn't know where he was, but apparently he still gets the hot gossip on the winchesters somehow.

CASTIEL Sam, I want Gadreel to pay as much as you do. But nothing is worth losing you.

oh i see

ah fucking hell speaking of music, this melody is back. what did i associate it with last time. twilight and something. i think when dean was praying in his room to cas. it's at the very end of this post, i included video of it - s8e16

something about this mushy music has me feeling twilight or hunger games and i'm not sure which. ugh. bella's lullaby / rue's music (but that doesn't even have piano but it does have that plucked acoustic guitar like day before yesterday's s8e14 princess bride-esque music)

and apparently it really was time for sam and cas quality time. but anyway this melody is so familiar, kicks in when cas says the thing about him screwing up more than sam. is it a slowed down version of some spn theme? urgh. question may go unanswered until i rewatch from the beginning.

so anyway, that was a nice moment. i like how robbie is writing cas this episode

DEAN The jawbone of an animal. The jawbone you used to kill Abel because he was God's favorite. CAIN Abel wasn't talking to God. He was talking to Lucifer. Lucifer was gonna make my brother into his pet. I couldn't bear to watch him be corrupted, so I offered a deal -- Abel's soul in heaven for my soul in hell. Lucifer accepted... As long as I was the one who sent Abel to heaven. So, I killed him. Became a soldier of Hell -- a knight.

listen i don't know these stories except for very broad strokes but okaaaay interesting twist

ABADDON We could have been forever, but you chose her. Well, if I can't have you, then neither can she.

i see. ex and you're her... creator? complicated

welp. i didn't know dean was getting the mark in this episode, wheels are in motion

aw. sweet sammy

CASTIEL As far as I'm concerned, Metatron is the key to fixing everything that's wrong. I'm gonna find him. You know, Sam, we could use all the help we could get to find Gadreel and Metatron.

CROWLEY You don't mean that. We're having too much fun. Listen up. Even with the Blade, we're gonna need all the help we can get against Abaddon. DEAN Go find the Blade. CROWLEY It's always something with you boys, isn't it?

cute. but yes, show sure likes to do it!

i'm sure it's fine

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x11 #spn clip #mark of cain #castiel #robbie thompson #spn musical score #spn mushy music

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astroyongie · 2 years

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Victon Reading - July Edition

Note: As always, please take my words lightly and have fun ! Seventeen, Treasure and Kep1er might come on the week if I have time

Seungsik

Currently he is single, but It seems like his family has been a lot on him. They want Seungsik to start a family, to put his idol life on the side and focus on his other personal goals. Seungsik knows it’s very important to his family but he is unable to do that at the moment

I see something new coming for him. In my opinion I think he will leave for military very soon (23 July having news about this ? ) or it can also be a project solo that he is preparing but I personally see his mandatory service

Physical Health: Doing alright Mental Health: a lot of overthinking, but other than that he is okay

Seungwoo

Based on my reading, he is dating someone and it’s been some Time by now. Their relationship is very healthy, they are very happy despite their young age and they are sure that they love one another. They plan a lot, like possible marriage in the future and family. He is happy

Military has been a little hard for him, he misses music, being on stage, his members. He knows he was meant to sing, and it has been hard to go through this period. But he also knows he can do it.

Physical Health: He has been sick last month, (maybe Covid?) some type of lfflue, but he is healing by now and doing a lot better Mental Health: He has a lot of anxiety currently

Byunchan

He too is in a relationship with someone very dear, however he has been having some troubles, because it seems like there’s someone trying to perturb his relationship. This person is trying their best to make them break up, and there’s also a lot of pressure since he is trying to protect his partner

I see some type of solo project for Byunchan, either a solo, a cover, a collab with a brand or a drama. In any case, he is going to be very mucky on his career, there’s a lot of things coming that he has been working on since June

Physical Health: He loses a lot of hair, skin troubles and lower back pains Mental Health: despite his life going very well, Byungchan is someone that struggles a lot with his mental health, he is currently going through a hard time, his head is full of dark thoughts, he doesn’t sleep well, needs to work on his self esteem and stop running away from his problems. Very sensitive

Subin

I don’t really know what’s going on with Subin’s love life. At first look he is in a relationship, but things aren’t going well at all, he knows he needs to get away. But the more I look into it, the more it feels like the beak up happened like 4 days ago and it’s very recent and he isn’t on a good place mentally, since it was brutal even tho he was the one asking for it.

There’s something he had been working on, but it won’t be coming out anytime soon. I also see that the company has refused some type of opportunity for him which made him very frustrated

Physical Health: he needs to be careful with his physical health, mostly his calves, ankles, his stomach (he needs to eat more) and his headaches Mental Health: He feels trapped, like he was in prison. He needs to adapt himself to his emotions and give time

Hanse

Hanse had been talking with someone since January however it seems like the person recently walked away/ghosted him because they thought Hanse was someone too toxic for them to be in a relationship with. He feels trapped on his own situation, and he really needs to work on himself

Hanse is someone that works very hard, he takes up a lot of commitments , a lot pf projects he helps people with, however each time, it’s too much and he gets overworked. His company is also being very mean to him, not giving him enough freedom or letting him finish some projects

Physical Health: A lot of headaches and his eyes hurt too Mental Health: He goes through lots of depression periods, insomnias, intense stress and anxiety. He really needs to rest and take care of his mental health

Sejun

Well, Sejun got rejected recently by his crush, but it doesn’t seem to bother him too much, since he still is happy with how his relationships (friendships, love, etc) is going. Sejun is patient, and he knows if it’s not this person, it’s going to be someone else

He feels a lot of burdens on his shoulders, he works a little too much which doesn’t gives him enough time to be around his family or have his own space. His staff are also very annoying with him, so he has the tendency to rebel a little and get into arguments. He doesn’t listen to them

Physical Health: doing okay Mental Health: He has bad tendencies and behaviors whenever he feels alone, too stressed and tired due to work or whenever he is having a blue moment, mental pain

Chan

It seems like his partner has recently broken up with him, due to the fact that Chan started to get too close to someone else. Despite not cheating on his partner, he feels guilty that he got this close with someone else. There has a huge fight, which was the main reason that they broke apart

I didn’t see much for his career other that he is trying to create his own thing and signing his own new collaborations

Physical Health: Some type of sickness but I don’t know which one Mental Health: Doing okay

#victon #victon astrology #victon tarot #victon reading #victon headcanons #victon reactions #victon imagines #victon scenarios

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@xtinyslip

“no. no.” why does this shit keep happening? “i assure you i have nothing to offer, i’m just... i’m just passing through.” joe wished that was the case but he had a feeling that with edgar evernever, it was never going to be that simple. besides, she was just... well, what was she? he just wanted to tell her something to make her go away before he got stuck here even longer. right? “put you in here?” that was a very strange choice of words. like... she was being held here against her will? did... did that happen? shit, he shouldn’t have asked. shit, was that what edgar was thinking of doing to him? well, maybe it better to know what he was getting himself into -- no. no. he needed to just leave. just stick to the plan and leave. “daddy issues? oh. your... your father? i’m sorry. i didn’t exactly have the best either but... it gets better.” you don’t need him. “i’m --” did he say his name? well, first name basis couldn’t hurt right? “i’m joe. hello quinn.” no. just. stop. no. this kid was not going to become his new project. he wasn’t interested in helping anyone out but... shit. fuck and more fuck’s. “a--” what? “i’m sorry? i beg your pardon?” a knife? it didn’t look like she was asking because she needed to cut a steak. no, more like someone’s throat. edgar’s? well, that might be... helpful. “quinn. i really shouldn’t stay.” or i might end up being under permanent lock down. just like you.

"RIGHT. JUST PASSING THROUGH, TO SEE THE GIRL THAT WAS TRAPPED HERE LIKE SHE DIDN'T MEAN SHIT. got it. thanks a lot." should she have given the other attitude - considering that he was possibly the only one that could get her out of here? maybe not, but.. right now, she also didn't know what to even say about that. quinn was angry. in fact, she was mad and right now - she knew that was never going to change, that was for sure. how could he? after everything that she had done - her father had just thrown her in here like she meant nothing and god, she despised that. she despised him for that - something that wouldn't be changing anytime soon. no. "yeah. trapped me in here. like i'm a real life rapunzel. that motherfucker." and for a moment, she had to laugh, leaning against the doorway. had she been drinking a little bit - after managing to steal something from the kitchen? maybe. "yeah, sure does. died once, ended up in here and still didn't get rid of him, because.. guess what - he followed me here after dying too. in fact, don't think i'll ever get rid of him, at this point." which.. well, she was very conflicted about how she felt about that. "joe. don't suppose you're one of these fucking farmies?" he didn't have the look and yes, she was hoping that was the case, that was for sure. "you heard me. a knife? you know - pointy thing that you can use to make your way out of places and get rid of the motherfuckers standing in your way?" how she wished she could get her hands on her old knife but of fucking course - her father had taken it. like he did everything. ugh. "no? well, you can go, but.. i don't see you wanting to?" did he? who knew?

#quinn ; talks.#quinn ; joe g.#quinn like - yeah you heard me i want my KNIFE #sdhgsgd #death mention tw #mental health tw

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absolutvirgin · 3 years

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❛𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— miya atsumu x fem!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— haikyuu!!

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— breeding kink, vaginal penetration, non-con/dub-con elements, creampie, unprotected sex, yandre like tendencies (kinda?), bondage, cum inflation, degrading, praise, use of mommy, use of sir.

you should have known something was up when atsumu asked you to book the weekend off, but how were you supposed to know that this is what he had planned for a three-week getaway? you had expected a trip to tokyo, or even some other tourist attraction in japan. after all, summer had just begun. but then again, atsumu had never done anything like that before, why would he begin now?

“the bunker?” you arched a brow, dropping your heavy bag on the ground. yeah, you were not thrilled to say the least. your family owned a bunker in case of emergencies; tsunamis, earthquakes, apocalypses, etc. it was in the mountains of tokyo, too far to travel anywhere touristy.

“what ya disappointed?” your husband looked back at you, a devilish smirk on his face. “we can have some one-on-one time. we never have anytime for ourselves anymore, babe.”

your expression softened and your smiled softly at your hubby. now that he explained it, it was kinda cute. but then again, being trapped in a bunker with each other for three weeks? would this really be the best for your relationship?

atsumus intention was not at all as cute and innocent as you first thought. one single kiss became a make out session. the make out session lead to your body being bonded to the headboard with handcuffs.

your head tilted back, eyes following as you moaned his name. “fuck, ��tsumu.” he continued ravishing your neck with rough, quick and sloppy kisses and bites. his hand had been massaging your inner thighs, his knuckles often times teasing your heat.

“you’re not leaving this bed, is that understood?” his hand had moved to cup your clothed pussy. when you didn’t reply, his hand pushed against your panties earning a whimper and hurried response.

“yes, sir!” he pulled away from

your completely, standing up off the bed. your eyes watered, and you whined for your husbands touch.

“what an eager lil slut, hm? don’t worry baby, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” your eyes widened at the look in his eyes but you thought nothing of it, maybe he was just pent up. you two hadn’t been having as much sex lately, yeah that was probably it. you watched with glazed eyes as he removed all his clothes, his girthy cock stirring up emotions in the pit of your groin.

he crawled up onto the bed, hovering over your helpless body. “w-wait.” you whimpered, desperately wanting to brush your hands through his hair. he halted for a moment, moving his gaze from your wet panties to your eyes. “condom?” his eyes once again held that look that frightened you.

“we won’t be needing those anymore.” he kissed his way up your body, neck, jaw and finally landing at your ear. he nibbled on the lobe softly, “gonna fill you up so nice, gonna fuck my kids into your womb.” his hand rubbing over your stomach. your eyes widened, your head shaking.

“no, ‘tsumu, i don’t want children. no, no!” he grinned at your pleas, pulling down your dampened panties. he spread your thighs with his knees, despite how hard you attempted to clench them together. “no, please no.”

he took his hardened dick in his land, lining up his shiny red tip with your wet folds. “so wet for me, hm? you like the idea of being a mommy?” your body went limp as he entered you, you had given up. his dick made you feel so good, so full. your pussy lips stretched around his dick so tightly, slick sounded echoing throughout the steel bedroom. he went from hard, slow thrusts to full force, fast pummels. your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping the chains of your handcuffs.

the room echoed with sounds of his balls slapping across your ass and your mixed moans. “such a good little slut for me. you’re gonna take my cum right? gonna take every single drop? let me have so many kids, i’ll fill you up real nice?”

“no,” you whined, followed but another moan.

“no?” he laughed. “we’re in the middle of nowhere baby, and i’ve got you all tied up. there’s nothing you can do. you’ll be a real good mommy, don’t worry.”

your thighs began to tremble in their locker position around his hips. the fluttering in your lower stomach began to feel unbearable. “fuck, feels so good, pleasepleaseplease.”

“cum on my dick, baby. fuck.” his thrusts began to become sloppy. but nothing could ruin this feeling inside of you. the feeling of his seed spilling inside of you tipped you over the edge, and you came with a cry. “gonna fuck my cum so deep inside of you. can’t wait to see you all round with my children.”

tears fell down your face, the pleasure becoming too much as he drove the both of you into overstimulation. “don’t worry baby, gonna fill you up every.single.day, you’ll be a mommy very soon.” he planted a chaste kiss to your temple as he came a second time.

he adjusted your body so that he could fuck you from behind. you didn’t bother to protest. atsumu knew how to pleasure you, he never disappointed. “tsk. my cums leaking out, looks like i’ll just have to give you some more, hm?” you whined, pushing your hips back into him, desperate for his girth. he chuckled, “ah, so you do want to be a mommy.” he entered you once again, stuffing the leaking seed back, deep inside. he leaned up to whisper in your ear. “you’re doing so good, taking my cum, milking my cock so nice.”

you had no energy left after the fourth round, tears stained your cheeks and drool on the corner of your mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head. “look so pretty, all fucked out, like a dumb little bitch on my cock.” he grunted, fucking into you the deepest he could, adding more of his seed to your growing collection. his hand wandered down to your stomach, feeling how bloated you were. “awe look how cute your round lil tummy is. looks like it’s working, hm? better continue just incase.”

#tw.breeding #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.creampie #tw.unprotected sex #tw.yandere #tw.bondage #tw.cum inflation #tw.degradation #tw.praise #mommy kink #sir kink

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sabababa · 3 years

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How easy is it to make the BNHA boys blush? Are they stone cold on the outside but internally screaming or are they as red as a tomato and a babbling mess? Also I hope you don’t mind making it so Reader is like the Dom in the relationship

How you make them blush headcanons

Hawks, Hitoshi Shinso, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mirio Togata, Shota Aizawa, Tamaki Amajiki x GenderNeutral!Reader

Author’s Note: I tried to make the reader come off as a dom in these, so I hope it shows. I also imagine reader being tall since I’m like 5′11″ and there’s hardly any tall reader stuff, so some of the stuff in these could be preserved from a tall person POV This is also the first time I’ve written for Shinso and Tamaki so I hope I represented them well!

Warnings: Some slight spice but not really, slight Dom!reader

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Hawks

People like to imagine Hawks as a very suave guy, but that’s not the case

Of course, he has a public appearance to keep up

But oh boy, when he meets someone he actually likes he gets tongue tied

So when you two started dating it was fairly easy to get him to blush, but not so much it’d make his face red

Simple domestic acts were enough to dust his cheeks, or even some compliments

He never received genuine attention like that so he was unsure of how to react

He started to get used to it though, he may not blush anymore, but he still likes it

Now, a new thing you discovered a couple months into the relationship is that he has bird-like behaviors

And sometimes you like to take advantage of it

He likes to groom you by brushing your hair or trimming your nails, he’s actually very good at mani-pedis

So you’ll return the favor by brushing his hair or trimming his nails and it causes him to be a blushy mess because his heart is pounding and he can’t believe you want to groom him

You’ll even take it a step farther by cleaning or fixing his feathers

It’s a big deal in the bird world when two birds groom each other, it means they’re very close

Another thing is that he likes to feed you parts of his food from his plate

Even if you’re both eating the same thing, he still likes to hold food up to your mouth for you to eat

And once again, you’ll do it right back at him

In the bird world, it would mean that you accepted him as your mate

It makes him blush as he bites the food off and enjoys the flavor

Even when you eat the same thing, he swears it tastes better when you feed it to him

All in all, he gets real blushy when you indulge in his birdy antics

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Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi doesn’t really blush

Whenever you say a compliment to him he just rubs the back of his neck, looks down, and has a grin on his face

He loves it when you comment on things he feels other people don’t like about him

His unkempt hair, his baggy eyes, his terrible sleeping habit

He’s never cared what other people think, but hearing you speak so positively about those things makes his heart soar

“Oh my god, your bed head is the cutest thing on this planet!”

“Awh, did I wake you? You look so adorable rubbing your eyes!”

“You have the sexiest voice ever, I swear, can you just never stop talking to me, please?”

He loves when you talk about his voice

It’s what really enables his quirk, so the fact that you’re not intimidated by him talking and love hearing him talk is refreshing to him

But on the inside, when you compliment him

He’s screaming and doing back flips

They like my voice?!

They want me to keep talking to them?!

WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!

But on the outside he acts like his regular cool self

He also really loves when you display affection to him around others

You’re not afraid of being associated with him or what other people think and he just absolutely loves it

Sometimes kids in the hallways will give him nasty looks and he’ll give one back

But you just pull him close to your side and hold his arm while giving the kid an intimidating look

Since you’re in separate classes you walk with him to his first

Before you leave you always put a little kiss on his cheek as you guys stand near the doorway for his classmates to see

He smirks when he catches a few staring, but once again, he is absolutely going crazy inside his head

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Izuku Midoriya

THIS BOY

THE ABSOLUTE BLUSHIEST

Any compliment or flirt you say to him will have him blushing

Sometimes you’ll comment on his strength

Or how cute he is when he mumbles

Or how adorable his face looks when he’s concentrated

He face goes red every time and it makes him cover his head with his arms

And you compliment how cute he looks when he’s blushing, every time

What he loves the most though is when you show him off

“Everybody stop what you’re doing and look how adorable Izu is!”

“Look at his cute chubby cheeks and pretty freckles! *squeals*”

Some of your friends find it funny, but the others just cringe or roll their eyes (actually just Bakugou)

He loves it when you talk about his strength and have him show it off as well

You ask him to pick you up and he’ll have you sit on his arm while he flexes

This man carried around a hulked up Allmight for training, picking you up is a piece of cake

“Look how strong my baby boy is!” You gush

His face is so red, but he’s lowkey enjoying the attention

A thing you like to do is have him sit in your lap while you wrap your arms around him to trap him against you

You’ll do this when you guys are in the lounge and it makes him blush

You like to pepper his cheek in kisses while he sits on you and it makes him giggle

When you’re in private, you’ll have him straddle you on the bed

And of course the blush never leaves his face as you feel his body

You leave kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck, even his collarbone if the collar of his shirt is deep enough (he’s bought a couple of v-necks for this occasion)

He loves it when you bring his hands up and kiss along his scars

You’re so slow and sensual about it, it makes his heart race and body heat up

And he wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world

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Katsuki Bakugou

He won’t admit it, but he blushes

You would make him blush even before you two started dating

You were his biggest hype man- and still are

But whenever he would start roasting or chewing people out, you would be there in the background

“Yeah! Kick their ass, Bakugou!” You’d shout

He thought it was weird at first and brushed it off, but when he realized he started to like you it caused a small blush to pop up whenever you would cheer him on

And when you realized you started to like him you upped your game

Anytime you’d walk into a room with him in it you would say

“Where’s that handsome devil Bakugou?”

His face would be so red, but he looked so angry that everyone thought it was just from rage as he chewed you out for making a comment like that

Anytime you knew he was around and listening you would bring him up

“Damn, I have no idea how to make this. Maybe our resident hot chef Bakugou can make it?”

“Leave me alone or I’ll call the handsome devil Bakugou himself!”

“You really think you can beat pretty boy Bakugou?”

He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him your pretty boy

Especially after you two start dating

You’ll be sitting in the living area of the dorms with some friends playing some games

Bakugou wins and you congratulate him with a kiss on the cheek with

“That’s my pretty boy!”

He still blushes slightly but doesn’t get angry about it because after all, you’re dating, of course, you’re gonna compliment him

In private you’ll call him sexy if you want to tease him

But sometimes there are days where you just want to be affectionate and have him vulnerable beneath you

You’ll kiss him all over his face as his blush grows

You then compliment him when his face finally softens and shows a small smile

“You really are my pretty boy, Suki,”

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Mirio Togata

Mirio is a boy who does blush, but not over the top and very rarely

You have to meet a special set of requirements if you want his blush to appear

And the way to do that is to compliment his body

Mirio is used to people talking about his body

I mean, with a quirk like his, he was constantly showing it off to everybody

He expected comments about it when it was shown

But when you two started dating you threw him for a loop

He was just casually talking to Nejire and Tamaki when you snuck up behind him and grabbed his pecs, giving them a squish

“Look at these big ol’ bara tiddies,” you said playfully as you groped him

Mirio was so stunned from the act that a blush appeared

He never expected it and Nejire laughed about the look on his face while Tamaki looked embarrassed for him

He eventually snapped back and let out a sheepish laugh, but he also sounded giddy because he lowkey liked you feeling him up

Another day he was doing some regular workouts with his friends

Once again he was talking to Nejire and Tamaki when you snuck up behind him

Instead this time you crawled under his legs and stuck your head between his thighs as you made him squish your cheeks

“This boy has thighs for days!” You said as you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs

Again, he was stunned and blushy

Nejire laughed and Tamaki hid his face

This other time happened when he was alone

You see, you had made such a habit of ogling him in front of others that he thought he was safe alone

Nope

He was in the dorm’s kitchen preparing a meal for himself when he saw you walking in

He greeted you with a big smile and offered to make you something

You came up behind him and smacked his ass and continued to squish it in your hand as you pressed your body against his, trapping him against the counter

“Maybe you could let me have a piece of that ass?”

Mirio.exe has stopped working

You laughed as you stood back and removed yourself from him to calm him down

His face was so red, he had no idea what to do

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Shouta Aizawa

Aizawa THINKS he blushes, but doesn’t actually

He’ll pull his capture weapon up to cover his face more when you flirt with him

What makes him act this way is when you compliment his features or give some kind of sexy nickname to him

Aizawa thinks he’s an average looking man

He’s not insecure, he just honestly thinks that of himself

So sometimes you’ll come up to him and rub your face against his to feel his stubble scratch against your cheek

“Damn, I love your stubble, it’s so sexy!”

Cue him averting his eyes and covering his face with his scarf

Another thing you like to do is when you’re alone and lounging together on the couch

You’ll admire his features for a while before you give kisses all over his face

He’ll ask what that was for

“You’re just so handsome, Sho,” you say with a sweet smile

He’ll look away with a surprised grunt and cover his face with his hand

You like to tease him when he does that and tell him how cute he looks, which only makes it worse for him

Sometimes, out of the blue, you like to give him sexy nicknames

“How’s it going, stud?”

“Hey there, hot stuff!”

“Whatcha’ up to, sexy?”

You’ll even say stuff like that in front of his friends and co-workers, but you’re not seductive about it, just casual, so he doesn’t really get mad at you for it

But it does make him pull the scarf up

One of his favorite things you call him though is “hubby”

You’re not married yet, nor engaged, but it really makes his heart pound against his chest when you call him that, especially in front of strangers

“I guess I’ll have that. What do you want, hubby?”

“Awh, isn’t my hubby the best?”

He doesn’t mind that you refer to him as your “hubby”

He was planning on asking you soon anyway

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Tamaki Amajiki

This boy blushes all the time when he’s around you

Even before you dated, of course

Just a simple “hello” and “how are you?” would make him blush and hide his face in the nearest wall

It took him a while to warm up to you, especially since he got a crush the first moment he saw you

You always tried your best to have him comfortable around you, you understood how anxiety could be

Eventually, he started hiding against your back whenever he got anxious

That was when you knew it was time to pop the question

“Tama, do you wanna go on a date with me?”

His face was completely red but he managed to stutter out an answer while furiously nodding

So when you guys started dating his blush reappeared whenever you’re around

But it wasn’t the type of “oh god I just wanna hide” blush

It was the “everything they do is amazing” blush

You’ll sometimes come up and give him a surprise kiss on the cheek

Or sometimes you’ll pick him up in a hug and spin him around

His face is flushed as he buries it in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped around your shoulders

Other times, you’ll just hold his face in your hand and he leans into it with the sweetest smile

He loves it when you praise him

It makes him feel so much better after he does something he considers difficult, like ordering food or making an important phone call (me too, Tama)

His nerves are all jittery after it’s over and you’re there to soothe them by holding his hand or giving a small peck to his cheek

“That was so good, Tama! I’m proud!”

“You said all that without stuttering! Great job!”

“Wait, you did that all by yourself? My baby boy is growing up so fast!”

He really likes it when you call him your baby boy, it warms his face and his heart

Overall, he’s so happy to have someone so supportive

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Thanks for reading!

#Hawks x reader #Shinso x reader #Hitoshi x reader #Izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #Deku x reader #Katsuki x reader #Bakugou x reader #Mirio x reader #Togata x reader #Shouta x reader #Aizawa x reader #Tamaki x reader #Amajiki x reader #Shinsou x reader

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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Sureynot is back at it again with some fun requests 😂🤩🥰 Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen with an s/o who's an adrenaline junkie...

(Under the cut for length...)

Kars:

• Kars seriously disapproves of this hobby of yours.

• Mostly because when he met you he was under the impression that you were smarter than to even attempt half of the things you do for "fun".

• Once he found out that your idea of a good time was riding a bike down a rocky mountain at full speed or dangling from the edge of a cliff from a rope like a spider, he was sure you were crazy.

• Perhaps Humans really have regressed after all...

• Just because he could vault himself off a cliff without a care in the world or thought of bodily harm doesn't mean that you, a fragile little Human, should as well.

• If you insist that you're fine because of all the precautions you take when going out to do something risky, it does little to ease him.

• Initially, he tries to forbid you from going out and doing such dangerous things but you offered for him to come along anytime and supervise; which he ended up accepting.

• He'll admit that he feels a little better when he's at least with you just in case anything happens.

• "Isn't this great?" You laugh, peering back to glance at your mate (whom you were strapped to) as you dangled from the base of the cliff by your abs. "Just look at that view!"

• Kars couldn't be bothered to even try to enjoy the sunset scene far, far below when he was laying parallel in the air like this.

• If you wanted to watch the sunset, why not just stand upright ON the cliff?

• "When do we get to the fun part?" He sighed, his underlying bitterness only making you laugh. "This IS the fun part!"

• Should you happen to hurt yourself on any of your solo excursions you can at least always count on him to patch you up when you get Home.

• Showing up with a few scrapes and bruises here and there doesn't bother him very much but if you ever end up breaking a bone, prepare for a scolding of a lifetime.

• He will not let you do anything even close to risky until you are fully healed and from that moment on he makes it clear that he's accompanying you on ALL of your trips and supervising the scene.

• It's kind of funny, in a way he has fallen right into your trap; spending more quality time with you rather than staying cooped up in his office doing work all the time.

Esidisi:

• It takes Esidisi as a surprise when he finds out about your little hobbies.

• He never realized that doing such risky, heart palpatiating stunts was considered enjoyable to some Humans.

• His curiosity piqued, you'll find yourself dragging him along to one of your most favourite activities so he can watch and maybe try his hand at it.

• You've created a monster.

• An adrenaline pumped, 7ft tall, inhuman, older than dirt monster.

• He LOVES this sport. The sights, heights, the high-speed action, the spine tingling, the rushing going to his head; HE LOVES IT.

• It all puts a much hotter fire burning in his blood.

• Soon, he starts dragging YOU along to watch HIM do extremely risky activities and stunts.

• Like watching him bungee jump off the tallest building in the country while chugging 2 energy drinks at the same time as he records the whole thing for YouTube.

• Despite his newfound love for the most extreme of extreme, he's also content to just spend some time doing simpler risky activities like white-water rafting or rock climbing with you.

• If he ever gets injured (no matter how bad) it doesn't bother him in the slightest of course.

• However, if you get seriously hurt on the other hand, it sends all kinds of alarm bells off for him.

• He thinks that maybe he's to blame and that he's been a bad influence on you and your mortality.

• "IT'S MY FAULT!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!" Esidisi sobbed loud enough that his voice rang off the Hospital walls. Endless rivulets of hot tears left your shirt absolutely soaked where he clung to you like a limplet in the bed.

• You could only sigh, your gaze peering past the dense curls of the floof of his hair blocking your vision to your propped up leg and the clean white cast that had just been put on it.

• "Esidisi, this is NOT your fault." You told him, hands instinctively going to rub his back as the tears kept coming and coming. "I should've checked the tire on my bike before driving it down that hillside, it was just an accident. It's just a broken leg."

• (*bike crash* Fred voice: MY LEG!!!)

• Thankfully, his tears ebb when you tell him that he can sign your cast.

• He might even offer to take you across the world to sight see and do some more thrilling activities to make up for it when you're all healed if you're up for the adventure.

Wamuu:

• All of this started when Wamuu noticed that you had a bunch of strange gear in storage.

• When he asked you why you needed so many helmets and ropes and knee and elbow pads, you happily indulged him about your adrenaline seeking hobbies and how you liked to jump off cliffs.

• You definitely have some more explaining to do.

• Admittedly it takes Wamuu a good few minutes to wrap his head around it all.

• "So... you do all of these dangerous things... for a thrill?" He questioned, eyebrows knitted together. "To prove yourself?"

• As you nodded, grinning hugely, he realizes that he shares a similar trait by fighting worthy opponents in the arena.

• The most brutal, sweat inducing, heart pounding fights gave him great tenacity and you experienced the very same when climbing somewhere high or going fast.

• He wants to try this with you.

• Next thing he knows he's all geared up with a helmet and a harness and a rope, standing at the bottom of a HUGE Rockwall.

• "First one to the top wins," was all you said before starting to climb as fast as you could with the Warrior right behind you, a fierce gleam in his eye and a fang revealing grin.

• Though keeping mindful of your safety, he likes to challenge you and both of you find yourselves often pushing each other's limits.

• Who could climb the fastest? Row the fastest? Bike the fastest? Set up camp the fastest?

• If you happen to hurt yourself while playing your thrill little games together he's always prepared and will most definitely put a bandage on you when needed.

• Even Wamuu knows that the Hello Kitty ones heal the best.

• If you're ever unfortunate enough to do yourself enough damage to break something, that care shown for you doesn't change.

• In fact, he commends you for being so strong and will praise you even more when you talk about jumping right back into it when you're properly healed again.

• He won't let you go anywhere until that day comes though, no matter how up to the challenge you think you are.

• All in all, your determination and your fiery spirit is what makes him absolutely adore you afterall.

Santana:

• Like many things he faces, Santana is quite indifferent to heart-stopping stunts.

• It was no surprise really, he was an apex lifeform; there was nothing that could do him harm and he had faced many dangerous things in his life alone so there wasn't much that got his heart pounding.

• However his curiosity is piqued when he learns that you deliberately partook in risky activities just for the fun of it all.

• Be prepared for many questions as to what exactly you enjoyed doing and the benefit of doing it for you.

• If you should ask him to accompany you on an activity, he won't say no but he prefers to observe you rather than partake himself.

• He views every outing with you as a learning experience.

• He gets to learn all about the activity, its History and any gear you happen to bring along and then watch the ins and outs of it all first hand as you and maybe a few other Humans do it.

• He finds it interesting that Humans would take such risks when they are already the most fragile and flawed race in existence.

• He wasn't sure whether it was carelessness or maybe just plain not realizing your own mortality.

• If you happen to coax him into actually gearing up and doing an activity with you, don't expect any major reaction on his part when you get there.

• Whether it's skydiving, rock-climbing, white water rafting, poking a sleeping bear with a stick, you name it; you can't quite piece together what's going on in that head of his.

• He just looks almost bored the entirety of the time.

• "YEAHHHHH!!!" You squealed with glee, the air whistling in your ears as wind all around you whipped and whirled, plummeting straight from the sky.

• Santana was dead silent, arms folded and practically glaring at the ground where it sat miles upon miles away below you both.

• The only thing he was looking forward to after the parachute chord was pulled and his feet was on solid ground again was going to grab a bite to eat...

• However, while the activity doesn't, any injuries you happen to sustain from doing them spark a reaction in Santana.

• He doesn't like seeing you hurt, no matter how minor it is.

• That being said, the chances of you getting seriously hurt are very, very low with Santana always on watch while you're off having fun.

• If he has to, he'll throw himself under you and let his body go to rubber to give you a soft landing and prevent you from breaking something.

• All in all, he doesn't really mind your extreme hobbies. You alone give him a thrill by teaching him much new things.

#funnybunny #pillarmen #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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It's Delicate: PART I

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 2.8 K

Content Warnings: Mention of NA meeting, some case talk, mild language

Author's Note: This is my first chapter fic! I've only written one shots before, so bear with me. I truly do appreciate all reblogs, likes, and comments. Thank you!!

It's Delicate

Spencer doesn’t really care for gas station coffee, but at 2:00 am it’s the only thing that’s open. He pulls into the parking spot and turns off his Volvo. The check engine light is on, he needs to get into a mechanic, but between his NA meetings and work, it’s difficult to even catch his breath.

So that’s what Spencer does. In the middle of the gas station parking lot at 2:00 am, Spencer sits in his blue Volvo and breathes. He takes deep breaths, the ones that he uses when he has to calm down victims when they’re rescued. It’s grounding, breathing like this he thinks. It’s the kind of breath that Spencer takes when his head is fuzzy from sleeplessness and the only thing that can keep his eyes from drooping is a steady stream of coffee.

He unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of his car. Shutting the door, Spencer surveys the rest of the parking lot. He sees a couple other cars in the lot, he supposes it’s the gas station attendants, but he feels his shoulders tense at the thought of trouble. The bell attached to the door rings as Spencer opens the door. It's a small convenience store, one that Spencer has been frequently at odd hours after the BAU’s jet lands. He’s grown to know the owner, Jeff, who for the past 4 years hasn’t been around all too often.

“I’ll take a regular coffee,” Spencer asks the young man behind the counter. He doesn’t say anything in return, but nods his head in understanding as Spencer hands him a $5 bill and tells him to keep the change.

“Night,” Spencer tells the man, who he’s never seen before, when he hands him his coffee. Again, the young man doesn’t answer. Spencer tries to salvage the awkward encounter by chalking up the man’s coldness by it being so late.

As Spencer pushes against the door with the sleeve covered part of his arm, a poster that’s eye level catches his eye. It’s one of those posters where you can rip off the phone number and contact the person. But instead of a 20-something looking for a roommate, it’s a book club advertisement.

Spencer, quickly for a normal person, but slowly for himself, reads over the sign. The book club is hosted at the local bookstore, Hooked on Books, that Spencer has always meant to check out. From what he can gather, the list of numbers are from people looking for what the poster refers to as “book buddies”. Spencer’s eyes scan the list. There aren't any names attached to the numbers, Spencer supposes that the idea behind that is so bias won’t come into play.

It almost seems like the perfect trap: rip off one of these little pieces of paper with a phone number and call that person with the intention of being their book buddy. It’s something that Spencer knows deep in his bones he’s meant to avoid. But it’s like there’s an invisible string pulling at him to rip the third piece of paper from the group and stuff it carefully into the safety of his wallet.

It’s been five days since Spencer visited the cold man at the gas station and took the number from the poster. In those five days, Spencer slept for two and was back on plane to the middle of Montana for the next three.

After a long day in the sun, Spencer relishes in the cold water from the hotel shower. Even though he had to crouch slightly, Spencer still appreciated the way the chilly water seems to wash him anew. He never sleeps well when the team is on a case, it’s like his mind can’t rest. Well, his mind can never really rest, since it’s technically always growing and changing, especially during sleep.

Spencer’s thoughts travel from his messed up circadian rhythm to the piece of paper that burns a hole in his wallet. He steps out of the shower and dresses in his pajamas. It’s cold in the hotel run, as JJ likes to sleep in the coldest temperature humanly possible. Spencer knows that she finds the weight of blankets comforting. He makes a mental note to put some of his pillows on JJ’s bed, so she can pretend it’s her boys and Will in the bed with her. Spencer can’t help but wonder what’s like to have a child or a partner that misses you. It must be so bittersweet: the promise of coming home, but the threat of having to leave them all behind at moments notice.

Letting his hair air dry, Spencer unlocks the door and enters his and JJ’s hotel room. Out of the whole team, Spencer likes sharing with JJ the best. She’s the most organized and usually, they’ll spend the night on FaceTime with the boys and Will watching a movie, depending on the time.

“You’re all good, JJ. Thanks for letting me get in first,” Spencer says, flopping down on his bed. He shuts off his light, essentially telling JJ that he doesn’t want to talk about the case, or Henry, or anything really.

“Good night, Spence,” JJ says, before shutting off the rest of the lights and heading into the bathroom.

For a couple of minutes, Spencer lays in the all consuming dark. He tries the breathing exercise that’s scientifically proven to make you fall asleep. He counts, one, two, three, four breaths in and holds for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and let's go for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

He tries it for a couple of rounds, but suspects thinking about numbers makes him think about the phone number. Spencer can’t exactly pinpoint why he’s nervous to reach out to the number. Maybe it’s his constant fear of judgement or fear of not being enough, he can’t tell.

Knowing that sleep is probably not coming anytime soon, Spencer rolls on his side so he faces the window overlooking the hotel parking lot. He can’t stop thinking about the case. The way the victim’s mother and father walk around the precinct with a lifeless look in their eyes, staying villgiant no matter how many times JJ tells them to go home and rest.

Spencer doesn’t want to think about the case, so his mind flits to another subject: Hooked on Books Book Buddies. He can’t really pinpoint why he didn’t reach out to his book buddy. But laying there in the bed, Spencer feels strongly compelled to do anything to get his mind off the case, so he climbs out of bed to reach for his phone.

It’s tucked away neatly in his go bag, unlike JJ, Spencer doesn’t have anyone that’s waiting for him at home. Sure he has his mother, but if she needed him, the home would wait until 8 am to call Spencer. He unlocks it and the blue light illuminates the room. Somehow, Garcia had convinced him to get an updated phone. Spencer hardly uses it, but does appreciate being able to get pictures of JJ’s boys and his mother.

He memorized the number in the ten seconds or so it took him to rip the little slip of paper from the poster and put it away in his wallet. Spencer punches the numbers into a new contact, but hesitates when he’s prompted to give a name. He doesn’t know the first thing about this person. Seriously, this is like FBI 101 on the do not listen, he thinks.

Spencer pushes the thoughts of serial killers, for what feels like the first time in ten years, from his mind when he hits the button to message his mysterious book buddy. He types out a message a couple of times, but ends up deleting them because he sounds so incredibly stupid.

Spencer: Hello. I do apologize for my late message. I work odd hours, but I came across your number at the gas station on the corner of Richmond Street and Connor Avenue in Woodbridge. If you are interested, perhaps we can have a conversation about Hooked on Books’ Book Club?

Spencer, realizing that the message he wrote is going to be as good as it gets, hits the little arrow for “send”. He watches as his message turns blue and the little gray delivered pops up. He doesn’t expect the person to send a message back yet. He’s all the way in Montana and they’re in Woodbridge, Virginia, presumably. If it’s 2:30 am in Montana, it’s 4:30 back at home. That’s a little too late for someone with a normal 9 to 5 to be up for work and a little too late for a person that’s joining a book club to haven’t gone to sleep yet.

Don’t profile them, Spencer.

“What’s got you glued to the phone, Reid?” JJ says, with a smirk as she walks out from the bathroom and climbs into her bed. She came in so quietly, or rather, Spencer was staring so intensely at his phone that he didn’t realize.

“Something with my mother, JJ,” he lies, and he doesn’t even know what he can’t tell her the truth.

“Okay, Spence. I just want to make sure you’re all good,” JJ says quietly, her back must be facing Spencer because her voice is muffled a little bit.

“Thanks, JJ, uh good night, now,” Spencer says, effectively ending the conversation.

JJ doesn’t say anything after that, perhaps she just understands that Spencer doesn’t want to talk. Spencer rests flat on his back and tries a couple more rounds of the breathing exercise, but nothing seems to make his brain shut off. Despite the way his eyelids droop and the way it’s almost painful to continue to think, Spencer can’t seem to fall asleep.

He thinks about his Book Buddy, whoever they might be. Spencer hopes that they are around his age. He can’t remember a time that he had a friend his age that wasn’t through work. He has people. JJ is the closest thing to a sister that he’ll ever get and he knows that Derek loves him like a brother, despite his teasing. Emily and Penelope are Spencer’s rock. And then there’s Tara, Matt, and Luke, though Spencer has really gotten a chance to know them all too well, he knows that they’re a team.

But Spencer has always dreamt of having a friend. As a little kid, he used to make up imaginary friends that would listen to his science facts and perform chemistry experiments from him. When he got to high school, his dreams were occupied by someone who’d reach for his hand after he’d been beaten down or strung to a football post. Sure he had Ethan, but that was something charged and electric that left Spencer longing for someone again.

Spencer hadn’t had dreams about a friend in a long time, but tonight he dreamt of coffee and books in a small café and a faceless stranger that would listen to him and laugh with him.

Even though he fell asleep relatively shortly after thinking about his Book Buddy, Spencer did not feel well rested. He turns around in his bed and notices that JJ’s bed is already neatly made. The bathroom is empty, so Spencer reckons that JJ and Emily must already be at the police station.

He wants to savor the last couple of minutes in bed, maybe chase a dream or two of strangers swapping books and making memories over expensive coffee and scones. But reality calls him back home. Spencer checks his phones for work updates (and maybe a message or two from his Book Buddy), but the only notifications on his phone is a Forbes article and a couple emails from Georgetown.

Spencer, heading to the bathroom, gets interrupted by a loud and persistent knock on his hotel room door. He opens the door, revealing an equally tired looking Luke. He waves Spencer good morning before slumping down in the desk chair in the corner of the hotel room.

“I’ve been sent by JJ to get you, she thinks you’re acting weird,” Luke says, expecting Spencer to explain himself.

Awkwardly, Spencer makes something in between a grimace and a frown. He rolls his eyes, but plays along with what he thinks Luke’s little game.

“Well I’m always weird, it would be weird if I wasn’t being weird,” Spencer says, heading into the bathroom with a pile of work clothes. He shuts the door, both literally on Luke and metaphorically on their conversation.

In the bathroom, Spencer dresses out of his pajamas and into a pair of well worn pants and a light purple button up. He forgot his contacts at his apartment, but luckily had a back up pair of glasses in his go bag. Spencer, looking in the mirror, never particularly carried for the reflection that looks back at him. It always seems like his hair is too messy, or his collar is all twisted, or his eyebags are too prominent.

At least the glasses can kind of cover up his eye bags, Spencer thinks as he shuts off the light and closes the bathroom door behind him. Luke, who still is slouched in the chair, looks at his phone.

“Waiting for Penelope to send you a picture of Sergio or something?” Spencer asks, the snark in his voice isn’t missed by Luke.

“You’re one to talk, JJ was telling me how you’re being kind of secretive for the last couple of weeks,” Luke counters.

“Yeah, that’s my work mandated therapist, Luke. You know from the time I was in jail,” Spencer shoots back a little harder than he intended. The look that Luke gives him is something akin to a hurt puppy and Spencer can’t help but feel a little bad for snapping at Luke’s teasing.

“Sorry, man,” Luke says, putting a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “I get it, and you know I’m here for you, Reid. We might not be as close as you and Penny or you and JJ, but I’m here to listen to you,” Luke says, his hand on Spencer, who’s usually so hesitant to touch, is something Spencer never thought he would find comforting.

“Thank you,” is all Spencer can manage and somehow, Luke just gets it. They walk quietly to the parking lot where the SUVs are. The silence continues as they drive to the police station.

It’s still early, only 7:13 am. Spencer can only hope that they catch the unsub in the next couple of hours, so they can file the paperwork and be on their way to Quantico by 8:00 pm. Luke’s steady driving threatens to lull Spencer to sleep. His quiet presence, however, is interrupted with a buzz. Luke’s eyes dart to his phone that navigates them to the police station. He refuses to take direction from Spencer, who has a habit of being a terrible co-pilot.

“Check that for me,” Luke says, “it’s probably Penelope,”

Spencer raises his eyebrows and attempts to suppress a smirk at Luke’s blatant transparency.

“You know with updates about the case and whatnot,” Luke says, brushing Spencer’s teasing off and putting his attention back to the road.

“It’s not Garcia and for what it’s worth, Luke, I don’t see how she’d say no,” Spencer offers, genuinely wanting to see his two friends, who are so perfect for each other it’s almost ridiculous, get together.

Luke shuffles in his seat uncomfortably and pulls into the station. He shoots Spencer a lot, as if to say drop it. The last thing Luke wants is Tara and Matt to get wind of his excitement at Penelope texting him.

Spencer, who’s phone lights up alerting him that he has an unread message, feels a sudden surge in his heart. He’s so used to only getting messages from JJ about the cases or pictures of her boys, that a text not related to his work or his family leaves a smile to his face.

Spencer tries to not profile the message, but to just read it like a normal friend would.

Book Buddy (Y/N): Hey there😊! I can’t believe someone actually grabbed my number...I’m glad you’re interested in this. I’m Y/N and I don’t think you mentioned your name, I don’t make it a habit to meet up with strangers before not knowing their name.

Reading the message twice to make sure he can recite without any hesitation, Spencer’s face falls as he realizes that he forgot to tell them his own name. How could you be so clueless, Spencer, he thinks.

Quickly, because he knows that the rest of the team is waiting inside the police station, that is like a portal to the past, Spencer types out another message.

Spencer: My name is Spencer.

Spencer: I tend to be away for work quite often, so I do apologize for the late message. And for hiding my identity-- not that that was on purpose. Is it okay if we plan something when I get back to Virginia?

Spencer doesn’t expect a message right away, but he can tell that there’s going to be something Pavlovian about the way that little swoosh sound makes his fingers reach for his phone.

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Late Night Calls

Summary: You were beginning to think that your cousin was becoming bad for your health

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Warnings: dark fic, non con kissing,

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Sheriff’s Orders so it’ll make more sense if you read that one first! Enjoy :)

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The thing you liked the most about moving out of the aunt and uncle’s house was the fact that you finally had your freedom back. You could come and go as you pleased without a million questions about where you had been. You had your own space to decorate and most importantly, you didn’t had Hal waking you up in the early hours of the morning. Well, maybe that last one wasn’t quite true. There had been some incidents were you had woken up to find him sleeping on your sofa. Most likely avoiding an angry boyfriend after he slept with someone’s girl or something else morally dubious. In any case he was your cousin and you’d do anything to keep him safe.

You almost did.

You groaned at the insistent pounding at your door and looked at your clock. It was too early to be dealing with whoever was outside but you had a feeling that they wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. Reluctantly you rolled out of bed and shrugged on your dressing gown and moved towards the door. You glanced at your sofa and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that Hal wasn’t there. You had only opened the door a crack when it was pushed open and your least favourite person marched into your flat.

“Sheriff,” you said, “What have I done to deserve this unexpected displeasure?”

“Ms l/n,” he said, “Just looking for your cousin.”

“Well he’s not here,” you held the door wide open, “You can leave now.”

Bodecker marched towards you and put his hand on the door. He glared down at you before slamming it shut. You flinched at the bang before glaring back up at him, determined not to show any weakness in front of him. He just leant down and gave you a mocking smile.

“Wouldn’t be doing my job properly if I didn’t have a look around. You don’t mind do you?”

“Yes, in fact, I do.”

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

You gritted your teeth as Bodecker moved around your apartment, knowing that you couldn’t do anything to stop him. You followed him around, keeping a safe distance of course, as you watched him through narrowed eyes. Bodecker seemed to be taking in every detail and it was only when he put his hand on your bedroom door handle that you stepped forward.

“Don’t go in there.” You said

“Why not? Got something to hide?”

“No.”

“Then you won’t mind me looking in.”

You were stuck and the bastard knew it. He gave you a smug smile as he opened the door and you took a couple of steps forward. You remain by the door as he walked around.

“Tell me,” Bodecker said eventually, “You ever had a man in this room before?”

“I… I don’t understand why that is any concern of yours?”

“Nice girl like you,” he turned around to face you, “Wouldn’t want to see your reputation ruined.”

You leant against the doorframe and folded your arms as he slowly walked towards you. Despite the urge to move away you stood your ground even when he was right in front of you. Bodecker slowly raised a hand a brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think you might’ve ruined it after what you did to me.”

“I know you wanted it.”

“You know that I didn’t.”

“But you would’ve gone through with it to save Hal.”

You clenched your jaw as Bodecker trailed his hand along your jawline. He grasped your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. You weren’t about to crack and show any weakness in front of him, not again. You let him get under your skin once and you were determined that that would be the last time.

“Makes me wonder,” Bodecker leant forward, “What else you’d do to save him.”

“Hal’s on his own.”

“Is he?”

“He learnt his lesson.”

“You think? So if I arrested him right now you wouldn’t get on your knees and beg me to let him go?”

“I’d never get on my knees for you,” you spat, “And Hal is old enough to look out for himself. I’m tired of constantly bailing him out.”

“That attitude of yours,” Bodecker leant forward and brushed his nose against yours, “Is going to get you in trouble one day, darlin’.”

“What did I tell you about nicknames?”

“Alright, Ms l/n,” Bodecker said, “I’ll let you enjoy that for now.”

“Enjoy it? It’s my name.”

“Well, it is for now.”

“For now?”

“You really think I’m going to let you keep it when we’re together.”

“Together?” you recoiled, “I doubt that.”

“We’ll see.”

Then, much to your surprise and horror, he leant down and pressed a kiss against your lips. You tried to move away but a firm hand tangled itself in your hair a kept you firmly in place. You raised your hands to push Bodecker away but he stepped forward pushing you further against the doorframe. Your hands were trapped between your body and his and the sense of utter helplessness return. Eventually Bodecker broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“All seems well here,” he said, “I’ll let you get on with your night.”

“I told you that already.”

He stepped away and you wrapped your arms around yourself suddenly feeling very exposed. He looked you up and down before giving you a sickly smile and walking towards your door.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said, “At least not until we’ve found your cousin.”

“Hal will turn up,” you said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Bodecker opened his mouth but before he could say anything you slammed the door in his face. Not the wisest move but you were pissed off at him. You watched him through you window as he made his way back towards his chair. He looked up at you and winked before he drove off. You watched until you were sure that he was gone before locking your door and walking back towards your bedroom. Then carefully you kneeled down and crawled under your bed. As quietly as you could you lifted up the floorboards and said,

“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time Hal?”

“I could ask the same to you y/n.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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What Happened in Vegas!

Part 7

Pairings: Marcus Pike x reader

Warnings: fluffy Marcus, cursing, Smut 18+, p in v unprotected sex, angst.

Summary: Marcus is about to go into a month long undercover mission, one he has to do with a certain ex. How does this affect your growing relationship with him?

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Living with Marcus has been both a blessing and a curse. He would help with the housework, cooking and shopping, but lord that man drove you mad. Since you hit the six and half month mark he’s been too overprotective. He treats you like your made of glass. You know he means well but damn if it doesn’t irritate you.

Suddenly having a craving for mint chocolate chip ice cream, you decide you walk to the local shop. It will get you out of the house and just clear your head. Making it to the door, coat almost on

“Where are going?”

“Just to the shop, your daughter want ice cream, I will only be a few minutes.”

“No you stay here, I’ll go get it for you, you should just rest.”

“Honestly I’m ok, I could do with the fresh air.”

Marcus grabs his leather jacket and starts putting it on.

“What are you doing Marcus? I’m only going to the shop, I think I can manage on my own.”

“You shouldn’t be alone baby, what if something happens? I’m coming with you ok, I don’t mind.”

Ugh, you can feel the frustration building and your trying not to get mad at him, you know he’s just worried, about the baby, about you.

“Marcus I’m fine to go on my own.”

“I don’t mind baby.”

“I do!”

He stops, shocked at your angry outburst.

“Marcus I’m sorry, I don’t mean to shout I just, I need some space ok. I just feels trapped at the minute, you won’t let me do anything, go anywhere, it’s too much.” Your crying now, tears flowing down your cheeks. Marcus slowly moves towards you, afraid to upset again. He wraps you in a hug and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was that bad. I just worry about you, about you both. I promise to stop being so protective. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

“Y/N…aaahh you look gorgeous. Pregnancy suits you.”

Sarah wrapped you in a hug, a tight hug.

“Sarah…can’t…….breath.”

“Omg….sorry, look at you…aah your bump is so cute. Can I touch?”

“Go ahead, knock yourself out.”

You’d met up for dinner, having not seen each other in over a month. Marcus is out with Jason and the guys, both agreeing to meet up after.

“Your actually having a baby. I mean I knew you were, but seeing you with a bump, it just makes it all real.”

“I know, I feel like everyday I look in the mirror I’m getting bigger. Marcus loves it of course, I think it that cave man in him, it marks his claim on me.”

Sarah wiggles her eyebrows “oh I bet he can’t keep his eyes off you.”

Your blushing now. “Will you stop.”

The night progresses and catch up with Sarah on all the latest gossip from back home.

“I really need to take a trip home soon. I miss you and the others so much. I love it here I do, but sometimes it can be hard.”

“Well your welcome anytime.”

“Thanks.”

“And how is everything with you and Marcus? He treating you right? Because if he isn’t, I’ll have him taken care of.”

You give her an incredulous look. “Marcus is great, really, slightly overprotective maybe, but I love him. I’ve never felt like this before. I can see a future with him Sarah.”

“Aw, baby I’m so happy for you. If anyone deserves this it’s you.”

“He’s going away though for a whole month, some case he’s working on requires him to go undercover. Honestly I wish he just gave it to someone else. We’ve, we’ve had a few arguments over it actually.”

“Can he give it to someone though?” You give her a pointed look.

“I’m not standing up for him, just asking.”

“Yes he could. He doesn’t want too, says it’s his case, he knows all the details, that’s it’s just easier that way.”

“Are ye ok?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s been a little tense lately and we haven’t really spoke since yesterday morning. I mean, he answers me if I ask a question but he won’t have a conversation with me. I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. Every couple has there fights, you overcome them. Besides, Marcus loves you and the baby so much, he’ll come round.”

“Yeah I hope so.”

***

You spot him sitting in a booth with Jason and Mickey. He seems relaxed. Sarah nudges you, “come on, let’s grab you a mocktail before we head over. Drink in hand you both head over to join the guys.

“There they are. Sarah, looking fine as ever.”

Jason greets her with a hug and kiss on the cheek, before turning his attention on you.

“Y/N, honestly you get more beautiful everyday. Carrying this shitheads baby is doing you good.”

“Thanks Jason. No women tonight?”

“Ah, it’s early yet.” He winks at you before sitting back down. You look at Marcus who’s already in a conversation with Sarah, not once does he acknowledge your presence. Great! You turn towards Mickey and ask him about the twins. The whole of the conversation you can feel eyes on you, but every time you turn to look at him, he quickly turns away. Sarah can sense the tension so she decides to pull you onto the dance floor.

“Sarah, I’m not really in the mood, I’m exhausted.”

“Just one dance, ok? You could have cut the tension with a knife. You two need to sort this out.”

“Yeah.”

You get lost in the music when you feel a pair of arms around you. You know who it is before even looking. His warmth against your back, and that smell, that innately him. He pulls your hair back off your face and kisses your neck.

“I’m sorry baby. I don’t like fighting with you. Do you forgive me?”

“Marcus there’s nothing to forgive. I just don’t want you to go that’s all. What if something happens to you. Or to me and the baby and your not here.”

“I know. I have to do this, I promise you I will check in every night, and if something happens or you need me I’ll come straight home.”

Turning in his arms you wrap your arms around his neck drawing him closer. You give him a passionate kiss.

“Fine. But you have to check in every night..”

“I promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Returning to the table Jason and Sarah are deep in conversation.

“Hey what are you two talking about?”

“Jason is just filling me in on FBI secrets. Ok no he’s not just telling me about the undercover thing, well what he can anyway.”

“Yeah just telling her who’s going to be on it.”

You don’t notice but Marcus goes stiff. He’s giving Jason a look. Again you don’t notice. Jason just keeps going, “and Lisbon. Marcus changes the topic quickly but that name is stuck in your head. Lisbon, Lisbon. Where have I heard that before? Then it suddenly dawns on you

“You have got to be shitting me.” Everyone freezes and looks at you.

“Lisbon! As in your ex, the one you proposed to? We’re you going to even tell me?” Your angry. How dare he, how dare he. You grab your coat and bag and storm out of the club. You don’t know where your going you just walk.

“Y/N, baby please.”

You stop suddenly and turn to face him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew this is how you would react.”

“Your damn right I would react like this. Your going away, for a month, with an ex who you proposed to, who you loved. How am I suppose to be?”

“I don’t have a choice baby. We have to work with her team on this. It’s out of my hands.”

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You look him straight in the eyes. Your trying hard not to cry, you’ve never cried over a man before and you don’t intend to start now. He hesitates.

“Huh, you do.”

“No, I mean I’ll always care for her. I loved her.”

“I’ve heard enough. I’m staying with Sarah in the hotel tonight, I just can’t be around you.”

Sarah and the guys had made their way out of the club at this point. She walked over to you and linked her arm with yours. She gave Marcus the death stare.

“Y/N please don’t do this, we need to work this out, I love you. Please come home.”

“No I’m sorry, I need some space.” With that you both turn and walk away. Marcus is heartbroken watching you go. Jason comes up beside him and claps him on the back.

“I’m sorry man, I thought you told her.”

“No it ok, I should have.”

“Look if it’s any consolation Y/N loves you man, you’ll work it out.”

“I hope so, because I can’t lose them.”

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